☆ﾟ･｡ — THE HERO

Home of Libby's Shitty OCs ❝ big town. synthetic apparitions of not being lonely. now shes dancing enthralling  i guess i got to wait my turn. i said dont fall in love with the moment. she said ive got a lot to learn. im in  love  with this city but the green is turning brown and i just look pathetic now. ❞ ( Libby / 19 / PST )

[starsandcosmos]

Ok but like a soulmates plot where Muse A is this guy with messy hair and a love of flannels and combat boots and hates all things soulmates because his mom believed in it so much and all that got him was a dead beat missing father and a broken hearted mom. The second a name appeared on his 13th birthday, he covered it up and refused to look. And then he meets Muse B who is this soft spoken but firey ball of moonlight and he knows that she used to be sunshine and sundresses and mary janes and then a stupid ass jock broke her heart and now Muse B hides in to big sweaters and dirty converse and too much eyeliner. So despite having know idea why he has this urge to just like know her, Muse A befriends her and they start hanging out constantly and she’s just a wreck of getting drunk off wine coolers and hiding her tears in the sleeves of her sweaters and soon he falls hard. They sneak into parks and go to concerts and walks through the woods behind her house and he sees everything those assholes missed and he’s never hated anyone more than the man who broke her spirit. But with him suddenly she’s laughing again and smiling and just looking at him in those ways that make his fucking heart stop. But like he knows she’s too good for him and deserves so much more so he just swears to be her best friend, her anything. And one night when tucking her into bed after Muse B gets wasted and finally admits how much she’s been hurt, he sees it. Spots it while tucking sheets around ankles adorned with cute, kitschy socks. His name. Scrawled across skin and suddenly it all makes sense and holy fuck he actually loves this girl and the universe knows too.  And then from there who knows???? I had a lot of Au emotions today fam.

[leslce-a-blog]

if ur my friend / writing partner you will notice

i’m shit at holding a conversation I’m like the hot potato convo dropper

some weeks I’m practically a ghost like ~oooo woop~ where am I 

responding to threads in a timely manner ??? don’t know her

[protagonistics-archive]

animosities;

“but that’s the point.” archer explained with a sigh. “i mean, yeah, tonight it’s a few hours. but tomorrow it’ll be another two hours. and the next day, and the next day..” he added. “how long are we going to waste our lives doing what our parents want us to do?” he questioned. “i can’t even say i lived life to the fullest if i spent most of it with a fake smile on my face engaging in small talk.” he was being more emotional than usual, it was probably from the alcohol, but still, he meant every word.

every word he uttered struck true to exactly how she felt about the situation. day in and day out as exactly the same, but it seemed almost easier to grin and bear than to recognize the issue and do something about it. eliza had dreams, so many of which had nothing to do with the arduous lessons, arranged marriages, and the cunning game she was forced to play. she hated the fakeness and the cruelty; the mindset that it didn’t matter who she hurt and lied to so long as she was gaining something from it. she didn’t wan’t to live that life. not anymore.

“ then let’s not go. ” it came as a whisper at first, her features twisting into a light bulb moment of rebellion. “ let’s tell the driver there’s been a change of plans. let’s just not go. ” she repeated, more firmly this time. her gaze flickered over his expression for a moment, gauging his reaction to her sudden suggestion. with a flick of her wrist, the heiress downed the rest of the champagne before taking his arm in her hands and looking him dead in the eye, conviction filling her hues like fire. “ think about it. nothing is actually forcing us to go. it bloody feels like it, sure, but nobody is holding a gun to our heads. we’re the only ones who can control what we do or don’t do.. so what if we just said to hell with it ? what if we just ran ? no more stress, no more fear, no more shadows for us to be pushed into. our lives can be whatever we make of them. our lives don’t have to be this. ” she gestured around the luxurious vehicle that, to her, felt more like a prison than anything else. “ let’s do it, archer. let’s live life to the fullest. “

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silentiumxamoris;

Astrid didn’t seem to budge in the slightest. Just stared at her friend (was Nari a friend? Astrid could never be sure) and shook her head. “I have studying to do and I’m not in the mood to put up with drunk people who have no manners? You should go though and have fun.I don’t see why this is so important to you that I go. It’s a party, there’s one at least three times a week. I”ll go to the next one.”

nari let out an audible groan, their body leaning back into deflation, “ studying ?? really ?? ” how boring, they thought. studying was important, yeah, but it was no fun when it was used as an excuse, and nari didn’t have much care for things that weren’t any fun. “ it’s important because you never go. i thought this one would be different since it really chill. only, like, 5 other people are going to be there, and we’re just going to get high and play dungeons and dragons. you don’t even have to smoke, pretty sure we were just going to go out on the porch for that, and there are a couple others who wouldn’t be either, y’know ? i can even skip out on that too if it’d make you more comfortable, it’s no sweat off my back. ” the albino placed their hands together in a begging position, “ c’moooooon, it’ll be fun, i promise. ”

[protagonistics-archive]

I can’t tell if it’s boredom or the sheer amount of pain medication I am on making me hyperactive, but I really want to change my theme...

[animosities]

This is just a PSA for my rp partners: if we have multiple threads but you only have muse for one..that’s okay!! I don’t mind if you reply to one and not the other. I won’t think you’re picking favorites and I won’t get angry!

[silentiumxamorisarchived]

@protagonistics gets Astrid

“Nothing you can say is going to change my mind.” The short blonde placed her hands on her hips. “I’m not going to the party.”

[protagonistics-archive]

“ wha– astrid, ” nari spluttered, hands waving in the air as they sought any sort of argument or convincing statement they could say. “ but... but why the hell not ?? ” nari just couldn’t wrap their mind around why one night was such a huge fucking deal.

[technoheart-archive1]

PSA-

If I’m following you…

I want to RP with you.

I want to RP with you.

I want to RP with you.

I   w a n t   t o   R P   w i t h   y o u.

I   w a n t   t o   R P   w i t h  y o u.

I   w a n t   t o   R P   w i t h   y o u.

[deadrosesindie]

open to: m f*, nb possible connections ⟶ a fan/ex-fan, friend, possible love interest*, anything info on zachary can be found here

He was playing an open mic night, guitar in hand. Zac was trying to shed that cookie cutter popstar image he’d acquired as a child, he wanted to make real music and it seemed like this was the place to play. He was finishing his set, a smile on his face. “Thank you. A uh, special thanks to the person all the way in the back, for really seeming like they enjoyed that,” he chuckled. He stood up, preparing to leave the stage. “Your next coffee’s on me.”

[protagonistics-archive]

open mic night was a frequent trip for nari. so much so that that the owners of the joint knew her name and favored order off the top of their head. even beyond being a wannabe singer/songwriter herself, there was good drink and good company to be had. it was a win-win all around.

speaking of good drink though, she may have arrived a bit tipsier than usual. could anyone blame her though? it was her birthday !! now that she was legally able, there was no way she was going to pass up the chance of testing her alcohol limit. it just meant that now all the patrons and mic-goers would have to deal with her...... exuberant reactions. especially the one guy that ended up being surprisingly good., even by her standards.“ you’re welcome, gorgeous !! i’m gonna need it ! ” sure enough, the hangover she was bound to have the next day was going to suuuuuuck.

[protagonistics-archive]

Muse is really selective with my girls right now.

....Muse is really selective in general, but I mean, what else is new ??

[lucindahuttcns]

conttradict:

someone give me “you’re my best friend’s innocent little sister and i’ve known you since you were in like 4th grade but somehow you got super fucking hot and you live next door and have a habit of dancing in front of your window in your underwear.”

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animosities;

“ew gross. i know i’m not your mom.” audrey grumbled, her short legs struggling to keep up with the other as she felt her body already start to grow tired. suddenly, she was cursing herself for missing so many gym days. “look, i’m not pretending to be anything. i genuinely care about you, which is a big deal considering i don’t care about a lot of people.” audrey pointed out, soon stomping her feet down in defeat as she threw her hands down at her side. “please, ven. i’m cold. and it’s late.” normally she could argue all night, about anything, but she was actually starting to worry about him and the fact she wasn’t able to control him. “just talk to me.”

maybe it was how suddenly sick he felt, or maybe it was the desperation in her voice, but his steps finally slowed to a stop, fingers coming to pinch the bridge of his nose. there was no winning in this scenario, but there was also no real loss. they were both upset and stuck on their opinions. drawing it out like this wasn’t helping anyone. in a way, they were both right, but ven was too proud and frustrated to admit it. he turned round and stepped up to her, tentatively placing his calloused, bandaged hands on her shoulders. “ alright. want to just heat up leftovers and watch one of your stupid movies ? ” he just wanted to come to some sort of agreement at this point.

[animosities]

I want a thread where muse a’s father is a big time criminal on the run and muse b’s father is an undercover cop who was assigned to the case to try and track down muse a’s father..so, muse b’s father asks muse b to try and get closer to muse a to figure out where their dad is..but then muse b and muse a get super close and make a connection (and maybe fall in love???) and muse b sees how much it would hurt muse a if their father went to prison?? And M A Y B E muse a finds out that muse b was only hanging out with them to find out more about their father’s location???? And there’s fluff and angst and PLEASE

[protagonistics-archive]

silentiumxamoris;

For once in her god damn life, Shock Godfrey wasn’t causing trouble or looking for trouble. She was just out and about doing stupid Christmas shopping when some asshole forgot to salt their fucking sidewalk and Shock’s feet gave out from under her, causing her to fly backwards onto the concrete. It took her a minute to realize what was happening but that was when she had the girl over her asking if she was fine and just jabbering away like Shock would care. 

This is what she got for going to a different state to go to some store that she knew there was something Lock really wanted for his art supply closet wasn’t it? “I’m fine,” she said flatly as she pushed herself back up onto to feet and looked immediately into the bag to make sure the present wasn’t ruined. “The asshole who lives here didn’t salt their fucking sidewalk is how I fell.”

“ o-oh, ” she ran her palms down her face in nervous habit. she was the asshole that lived here and didn’t salt the fucking sidewalk. that meant, oh god, that meant she was responsible for every injury and ruined item the other could have. distraught coated her features in the rawest of forms and it took a large amount of energy to not just immediately collapse onto the sidewalk. “ i’m sooo sorry, ” liz whimpered, “ i didn’t realize it needed to be done today. ” she peeked through her fingers to gauge the other, only to find them looking through the bag they had. oh no oh no oh no oh no. “ i-is everything alright ?? ” 

[protagonistics-archive]

animosities;

mason sat in silence, waiting for her to say something. anything. for a second, he worried he scared her off. why was he opening up to a complete stranger? she probably felt overwhelmed with how much he had shared. which was incredibly rare in the first place. but he pulled himself out of his thoughts as he heard the girl speak up, a small smile spreading upon his lips as he glanced over at her and listened to her speak. she was still so shy, but there was something about it that made him happy. she wasn’t loud, or into herself, she actually listened and when she did speak it was important. “i think you might be right.” he admitted with a small nod. “thank you.” he replied with a small nudge to her shoulder. “so, i’m assuming you’ve finally realized i’m not as cool and put together as everyone at school thinks, huh?”

a heavy weight seemed to fly off her shoulders when he thanked her. “ n-no problem. ” her lips pulled into a gentle smile. a small laugh bubbled through her at his assumption and nudge, “ i think you’re just as put together as anyone else. nobody really knows what the hell they’re doing. i’d probably be more concerned if you were as — ” air quotes “ ‘ cool and put together ’ as everyone thinks, y’know ? ” her gaze peeked past him to the small analog alarm clock on her bedside table and she couldn’t help the audible gasp, “ shoot ! i-is that really the time ? oh geez, i think– ah– i think i’ve taken up more than enough of your time ! n-not saying that i want you to leave, per se– i mean– !! umm... your mom ! ” she squeaked, frantically looking for a way to rectify the situation, “ she’s pr-probably worried, right ? ” 

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animosities;

“well hey, if you get more money you might be able to open up a non-profit. you know, since you love poor people so much.” archer teased, playfully nudging the other girl as a reached for a glass of champagne and handed it to her. “pregaming.” he joked with a small chuckle as he took a glass for himself and downed it as if he hadn’t had anything to drink in years. “i’m already looking forward to going back home.”

“ don’t tempt me, you know i would, ” she quipped back, scooting away an inch as she took the glass from him. her eyes widened and she bit back a laugh at how quickly his glass was downed. “ i can see that. it’ll be fine though, i promise. just a few hours of mindlessness and then you can go home and forget any of it happened. ” she tried to catch his eyes and shoot him a reassuring smile. all the while, eliza was trying not to think about how difficult it’d be for her. the dangerous game of business had been her life since birth, but she still had trouble mastering the forced smiles and careful wording. it was too fake, and all she ever wanted to be was real.

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formidablesouls;

     “red? really? not for work. can you imagine if the other lawyers came in to see a bright red cherry at the end of the table?” eyes rolled and she let out the tiniest huff, shaking her head for good measure at how much she disagreed with it. “just because you’re a FASHIONISTA doesn’t mean you’re allowed to dress me for work.” 

“ i think you’re thinking candy apple red, love, but that’s not what i meant ! you could totally get away with a scarlet blazer or some crimson slacks. nothing too crazy, but don’t be afraid to stand out a little bit. ” she leaned back in her seat, bringing the glass in her hand to rosy lips for a quick sip. “ no one ever said professionalism and sexiness couldn’t go hand in hand. i mean, why do you think pencil skirts exist ? they’re not mutually exclusive. ” despite the tangent, eliza raised her free hand in defense, “ but i’ll just take my advice and bugger off if that’s what you’d rather. ”