unknown:

“Imagine entering the boardroom and meeting for the first time each of the company’s 15 directors. These are important people in your life; you’ll be expected to recognize them when you next meet. That’s not going to happen, so your coping mechanism kicks in: It’s no problem remembering the bald guy who stands 6 foot 6, the woman with the mop of gray hair, the guy with his arm in a cast, and the striking blonde. But the other 11 pose a challenge, so you look for distinctions that you can remember: American flag lapel pin, green tie, glasses on a chain, scarf, and so on. You’re set for today. When you speak to these people at the coffee break, you’ll know who everyone is. But if you run into any one of them tomorrow, when they will have changed clothes, you’re a dead man. This scenario probably sounds bizarre to you. Of course it does — you can recognize faces.” ind. oc / multi muse blog nsfw & triggering at times mun is 18+

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hewayoutx:

     Unlike Danica, Hart was in no way nervous. They weren’t related, and if they would have met in any other circumstances Hart would have definitely tried to get into her pants. It was just convenient. Besides, what he had said to her earlier was the complete truth, he didn’t want some piece of shit getting her off only to drop her. He’d much rather he did it, considering he cared about her — but would never actually admit it. The male crawled down her body, lips pressing into random spots along her abdomen until he was met with the white waistband of her underwear, long fingers curling under the elastic to shift the fabric down her smooth legs. “Relax, Dani,” he instructed softly, lips finding the flesh of her thigh as he looked up to meet her gaze. He knew she was nervous, could tell by the tension throughout her frame as he was met with her bare sex, and he couldn’t just fuck into her right then. He had to get her to calm down, or at least get her wet before he fucked her. So without a warning Hart let his tongue escape his mouth, flattening it to her slit as he licked upwards. The man only did this once before he was pressing between her folds with the muscle, circling around her entrance.

     She wasn't expecting the kisses, his lips feeling like fire as they pressed to her exposed skin. Bright blue orbs fluttering shut beneath long black lashes, her plump lips parting as a hitched breath passes through. She can't even recall the last time a man had pressed his lips to her own, the sensation of kisses against her skin was completely foreign but welcomed nonetheless. Another nod of her head and she sinks into the mattress slightly, trying her hardest to calm her nerves, anticipating the feeling of the vibrating object to move in between her legs but she's caught off guard as his mouth places over her bundle of nerves instead. Eyes opening wide in shock, she wasn't expecting him to do this, to touch her--- not that she's complaining but she had only expected him to show her how the toy works. However, it isn't long before her eyes are closing once more and a semi-loud moan fills the room, fingers moving to tangle into his dark curls. "---Hart," she moans.

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theirlosthope:

"Sorry, Cheri, but that’s more than a scratch. I’d feel so guilty letting you leave without me helping. And don’t worry about it, you’re fine. We all get anxious.”

  "Thank you. Really. I'm Esther."

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clearxvision:

   He allows her to guide his hand down her hair, lips pursing once again in thought, “Could’ve fooled me, feels like miles.” His other hand — that was still lightly resting on her face — pokes at her nose in a playful manner. He’ll only allow his hands to roam a little while longer before they move back down to his sides, “I figure it was—there’s dark brownish blob in your general direction. I’m mighty handsome, incase you were wondering.” It was a joke of course, and it was obvious is in his tone that held a slight Texas twang to it.

    A small laugh falling past her lips and she can't help but move her hands to his face once more, wanting to feel what he looked like when he smiled, assuming from his tone that he was. --- Feeling raised skin around what she assumed to be his eyes indicating scarring but she won't dare question it or say anything of the sort out loud. Palms sliding down to his neck before she to allows them drop, she won't touch him without permission again. "Feels like it," she teases right back. "You're from around here?"

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univurs:

      “I don’t believe we have. I’m —.. I’m Penelope.”

     "Oh. I'm Esther."

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music plots by yours truly,

Pompeii, Bastille. When MUSE A came to PLACE, s/he had nothing on his/her person but the clothes on his/her back and a wallet with some odd number of cash. MUSE B had taken MUSE A in when they witnessed him/her sleeping on a bench. Ever since, they have been room mates. Every problem that MUSE A has had, MUSE B knows of. They’re her/his soulmate in a sense, but their only problem is they spend far too much time together. They’re often seen fighting. Possible love interest.

She’s Killing Me, A Rocket to the Moon. MUSE A and MUSE B have been friends for as long as they can remember. Their parents were actually the ones that had connected them. MUSE A believes MUSE B is absolutely crazed, he/she will always love him/her as a brother/sister, though. S/He’d most definitely be nothing without MUSE B, but the constant teasing and bizarre accusations are slowly becoming too much for MUSE A. They act as if they’re in a relationship all the time as well, being sure not to make plans unless the other can go.

All of me, John Legend. Basically these two have known one another their whole lives and MUSE A is hopelessly in love with them. MUSE A wants nothing more than to be MUSE B’s whole world, but MUSE B don’t seem to have the time of day for MUSE A. MUSE A slowly comes to terms with this, but wishes it were entirely different. MUSE A is sure s/he’ll always be in love with MUSE B.

What a Shame, RL Grime & Salva. These two had something at one point in their short friendship. Something that resembled a spark, but just as fast as it lit their hearts it had vanished. MUSE A isn’t one hundred percent on what exactly happened to the two, where that spark had run off in their love affair, but MUSE A often reminisces about it with MUSE B, doing everything s/he can to bring it back.

Wanted, Hunter Haynes. MUSE A basically looks up to MUSE B. MUSE B has always brought MUSE A’s best side out and allowed him/her to express him/herself in ways no one else could. While MUSE A often praises MUSE B, telling them they’re everything s/he needs in life s/he has come to find out that MUSE B don’t believe him/her. Almost as if they were insecure about the relationship. MUSE A does everything s/he can to prove to MUSE B that s/he is definitely, without a doubt, wanted by him/her.

Collide, Go Radio. These two go together hand in hand. Ever since the day they collided they have had some sort of spark no one could truly understand. MUSE A is entirely in love with MUSE B but MUSE B seems to have no clue. MUSE A doesn’t mind it, though. S/He’s entirely fine with MUSE B never knowing it, just so long as s/he always has MUSE B by his/her side.

Counting Stars, One Republic. MUSE B is someone who MUSE A has always had thoughts of, but could never follow through with. At one point, MUSE B had given MUSE A an ultimatum, that they dated or never spoke again. MUSE A couldn’t entirely commit him/herself to MUSE B, and so s/he lost him/her. Now they have a bizarre not-talking-but-still-love-one-another type thing going on, if that makes sense. MUSE B is the one person who MUSE A will call when s/he’s plastered out of his/her mind for a shoulder to lean on.

Swing, Swing, All American Rejects. MUSE A once relied his/her entire being on MUSE B. His/her joy, his/her sorrows, his/her fears, his/her dreams… MUSE B was everything and more to MUSE A but soon enough, MUSE B was ripped from him/her because of a heartbreaking fall out. Now, MUSE A is far too proud, and embarrassed to speak to MUSE B. 

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theirlosthope:

                   ”I had the intention to help you. Not hurt you.                          Honestly, let me help you. I should get the band-aid and alcohol.”

"It's just... It's just a scratch. I'm sorry for jumping,  I just... I guess I'm a little anxious in crowds."

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drivesahearse:

"i’m not sure if you’re  gawking at me or my car.”

"oh.. um.. your car... sorry. i just think it's kind of cool,  ...owning a hearse."

[abadmoonrisin-moved]

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clearxvision:

   Kipper is curled up beside his feet, soft golden fur serving as somewhat of a blanket, but he shifts as Eamonn’s hands are grabbed by the girl and guided to her face. Clearly the pooch was bothered by the shift, since all he wanted was a nap, but now he was moving to the other side of his legs so that he would no longer be disturbed.

Eamonn’s lips had been pursed slightly, but as her fingers meet his face, he straightens his expression and closes his eyes. Going over in his mind what she had said, he wasn’t sure which was worse—and he supposed they both weren’t the best in their respective ways so why compare the two? “I can see colors, but they’re all a blur—I can’t really make out what is what, so I don’t really try anymore. It’s like when you cry and the tears blur your vision so much you can’t see what’s going on around you—but a little more hazy.” He shrugs and doesn’t say anymore, instead he focuses on the feel of her facial features. He touches her hair as well, “Oh wow—how long is your hair? I have a feeling it goes on for miles.”

     Small palms resting against the flesh of his cheeks, just touching the skin before sliding slightly, fingers moving as her thumb presses against his lips, absentmindedly pulling at it with the pad of her fingertip slightly before she releases it completely. A small laugh escaping her once more. "Not miles," she confirms, taking his wrist to help guide his fingertips through her brown hair that ended about two inches past her breasts and she's suddenly grateful that she decided to wear it down opposed to tossed up in a ponytail or bun. "It's brown, in case you were curious," she breathes, finally allowing her eyes to open once more. 

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hewayoutx:

      "If you want me to," he answers, retrieving the small toy from her bottom drawer as instructed before he’s lookup to meet her gaze. With her approval he stands up from the bed, motioning for her to lie down as she was told before he’d lifting his own shirt up and above his head, letting it fall to the floor before he’s crawling out of his tight skinny jeans. "Just relax, alright?" Hart hums, crawling between her legs and hovering above her body to kiss her cheek. "Just showin’ you how it’s done so you’ll be less tense, yeah?" It’s a soft smile taints his mouth, instead of his signature smirk that usually lifts the corners of his puffy lips. "Mind if I take your underwear off?"

"Yeah, I do." She breathes, blue eyes remaining on him as she watches him take out the vibrator he had purchased for her. Never in her life did she expect that she and her step brother would be in this situation--- it wasn't wrong was it? He was just helping her, and they weren't  related by blood. A deep breath and she nods, laying down as he had told her to, trying her hardest to calm her nerves. A slight smile forming as he kisses her cheek. "I know... I trust you," because she really did. "Yeah... Whatever you need to do."

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clearxvision:

   ”What’s that like? I mean, I’ve never even heard of it. I’d google it—but y’know…” He chuckles once more, the bright smile he always wore prominent on his features. “Yeah—sure, go for it darlin’. I don’t mind.” They were in the hospital after all, he believed she had what she claimed to. Not that he’d mind having, who he assumed to be a pretty lady touching his face. Being void of vision himself, he knew that the contact helped quite a bit to recognize them again when meeting, it also made the connection more personal instead of something one could simply brush off their shoulders.

     She'll laugh once more, more genuine and less nervous than her previous one. She actually felt comfortable around the nameless man. "It's like... I can see everything else, like what you're wearing, your hair, your tattoos... Your face is just a blur." A small shrug of her shoulders. "What's it like being blind? Is it just dark all the time?" Her small hand moving to his to help guide it up to her features, figuring it would be harder for him to find her face. Her emerald eyes closing as she places her hands against his face as well, she'd rather keep them shut, focus more on what she was feeling, try to memorize the way he looks and paint a picture in the blank canvas behind her lids.

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hewayoutx:

"Yeah? Then go ahead and lay down for me, babe. Uh, just take off what you want, whatever you’re comfortable with. Is it in here?" Hart asked, pointing towards the beside table with three small drawers.

Her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she nods her head and lifts her dress up and over her head to leave herself in her white cotton bra and underwear. "Are... Are you going to take anything off?" She'd probably feel more comfortable if he did. "Yeah.. bottom drawer."

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clearxvision:

   ”Face blindness, wow—I’ve never heard of that. Being completely blind isn’t so bad. You get used to it. Besides, I can hear like a hawk.” He smiles, although now he doubts she can even see it. But that doesn’t stop the expression from forming.

   "It's not very common. I guess I'm used to it though--- I mean, I'd have to be." She offers a weak smile of her own as her canines delve into her lesser lip. "I don't mean to sound forward but... would it be okay if I touched your face? I mean... you can touch mine too... if you want."