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𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒚 ♡ twenty3, she / her, pht. low - medium activity indie multimuse blog. selective. twenty one plus only.

guidelines ﹠ muses . . wishlist . . opposites . . opens

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still alive … apologies for the radio silence, i’ve left my old job and got a new one so i’m currently in the middle of a huge life transition lol. that said, i’m slightly more active on discord rn bc i found it’s been much easier for me to plot, do replies and connect with my writing partners over there so if anyone’s interested in moving threads or just overall write on that platform, pls let me know !

[retrcgrades]

bumping. hmu if you want to write on discord !

[retrcgrades]

still alive … apologies for the radio silence, i’ve left my old job and got a new one so i’m currently in the middle of a huge life transition lol. that said, i’m slightly more active on discord rn bc i found it’s been much easier for me to plot, do replies and connect with my writing partners over there so if anyone’s interested in moving threads or just overall write on that platform, pls let me know !

[retrcgrades]

i’m alive !! life has been crazy busy lately, i’ve been swamped at work while also actively looking for a new job and helping my bf move. but don’t think i’ve forgotten anyone — i still have tons of owed replies + a couple starters i need to get to and i promise i will, pls be patient with me !

[alliecathayes]

What, do you want me to believe that that’s real? That you’re happy, that you’re in love?

BILLY DUNNE & DAISY JONES Daisy Jones & the Six | “Looks Like We Made It” 1.08 (2023)

[retrcgrades]

trying to apply for jobs again and i totally forgot how the whole process is a humiliation ritual

[theybleeds]

closed   starter   for   ;   𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻   𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴   &   𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀   𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗮 [ @retrcgrades ] . location   ;   𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲   𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀   𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗻   𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲

the  car  door  slams  shut  about  twenty  meters  away  from  the  small  suburban  house  .  carnelian  hues  scan  their  surroundings  with  little  care  and  walking  up  to  the  doorstep  ,  hands  are  fitted  gently  into  dress  pants  pockets  .  one  hand  breaks  free  from  their  confinements  as  the  rising  head  of  a  crime  organisation  knocks  upon  wood  .  his  nerves  aren't  on  edge  ,  his  mind  isn't  clouded  or  worried  .  he  hadn't  seen  ines  in  five  years  ,  hadn't  held  her  slender  fingers  in  his  own  calloused  ones  for  so  many  years  he'd  forgotten  the  sensation  of  touching  her  sun  kissed  skin  .  he'd  kept  tabs  of  her  ,  of  their  daughter  ⸻  but  he'd  respected  her  wishes  to  the  fullest  .  he  was  to  stay  away  ,  to  keep  his  distance  so  she  could  live  a  normal  life  and  give  their  daughter  what  she  believed  he  couldn't  be  a  part  of  .  that  still  hurt  ,  even  after  everything  ,  the  rejection  of  being  part  of  his  daughters  life  stung  .

as  the  door  opens  ,  blank  features  look  at  the  woman  he  hadn't  seen  for  so  long  .  just  as  beautiful  ,  hadn't  aged  a  day  .  "  ines  .  "  his  voice  carries  the  forever  enigmatic  behaviour  he  displayed  to  everyone  ,  yet  there's  a  flicker  in  his  carnelian  orbs  ,  screaming  to  reach  out  for  her  .  "  i'm  breaking  my  promise  here  -  but  you  are  in  danger  .  "

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as soon as she opened the door and saw emerson standing there, inés immediately felt like she’d been thrown backwards in time. for a second, she forgot about the guards. forgot about the cars idling outside. forgot about everything except the fact that it was him. five years of carefully maintained distance, of pretending the chapter was closed, of building a life that didn’t revolve around him and the chaos that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. and somehow he was still capable of knocking the air out of her lungs just by showing up. then the word danger registered, and suddenly none of that mattered. ❝ what the hell are you talking about ? ❞ brows furrowed as she asked, keeping her voice low as amber hues flickered behind her, toward the living room and the small shape asleep beneath a blanket on the couch. she sighed and stepped further out, pulling the door mostly shut. ❝ you’re not supposed to be here — that was our agreement. ❞ she folded her arms tightly across her chest, trying to ignore the way her pulse had begun to race. for years she’d fought to create something ordinary for their daughter. a life that didn’t involve being scared everyday and people whispering her father’s name like a threat. now it felt like all of that was being ripped away in a matter of seconds. ❝ look at this, ❞ she frustratingly gestured at the armed men standing a few feet from him, the prime reminder of exactly why she’d left in the first place. ❝ look at what you’re bringing to my doorstep. ❞

[gctfuked]

❝ no, only the special ones. ❞ he said softly, teasing back yet still close enough to smell her perfume. granted there was no special anyone, nobody intrigued him like she did, everything about her screamed what he desired and wanted at whatever cost. sure there was always a price for going after someone's significant other in this world. javier didn't care, in the end he'll have her all to himself. his honey eyes gazed at the way her lips touched the rim of her glass, thinking about how they'd tasted and feel against his. not once did she look his way as they stood inches from him, her gaze fell on the crowd ahead, even eyeing the man she was forever doomed to be with. a grin etched at the corner revealing a dimple there -- ❝ and being unavailable, you'd think that would stop me from getting a taste from you? ❞ javier had his ways, her supposed man was too distracted by the attention he was given. while everyone glorified him this was javier's opportunity to take her away, careful not to alert everyone here tonight. not far from here was a secluded area that wasn't accessible, it was small, dark and perfect enough to steal a few minutes with her, alone without prying eyes. his arm hooked around her waist, luring her in the dark area the noise of music and people drowned away by the walls that surrounded them both. pushing her against the cool surface of the wall, large hands falling on her waist as he pinned himself against her, even up close she is beautiful, radiant. ❝ looks like i got too close now, and your man is too preoccupied with the attention. just you and me and the walls around us. you can't deny the fact this turns you on a little. ❞

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she couldn’t stop him from leading her away. she wasn’t even sure she’d tried. every sensible thought in her head told her to turn around, go back to the party, put as much distance between them as possible before this became something she couldn’t take back. but she really wasn’t doing any of the things someone truly uninterested would’ve done by now. ❝ you’re actually insane, ❞ caye let out a nervous laugh, head falling back lightly against the wall. ❝ if he finds out, he’s going to hurt us both. or worse. ❞ she swallowed, gaze dropping. she had spent long enough beside him to know that the one thing her boyfriend handled worse than failure was humiliation. and yet despite everything she’d just said, despite every reason she had to leave, she couldn’t seem to make herself move. in truth, javier represented something she’d stopped allowing herself to think about — choice. but even then, doubt lingered stubbornly. she wasn’t sure he truly understood what getting involved with her would cost. wasn’t sure he’d still be standing here if he did. hell, some days she wasn’t even convinced she was worth the trouble herself. ❝ i don’t think you realize how easy it would be for you to walk away from this. you could be spending your night with literally anybody else. ❞

[kaoslore]

plot for coparents who might get back together ? !!?

muse a is muse b's baby mama and they coparent their 5-year-old, ⸻ . recently, ⸻ has been asking questions about why they have to go back and forth b/n their parents' homes when their friends never do. muse b calls a family meeting with muse a, and plot twist: they end up hooking up. (way to go, parents!) before muse a leaves, muse b reflects on all that went wrong between them and asks them to stay. "for ⸻ , ofc."

[retrcgrades]

moon is in capricorn so naturally i’m in the mood to finally continue doing my replies and starters

[retrcgrades]

‎‎‎‎ ㅤ 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⋮ @egotistival. plot in source !

reagan pulled away from the kiss first, chest rising a little faster than normal as she tried very hard to act like she hadn’t just launched herself into the most ridiculous solution imaginable. still, it seemed like it did the job. she looked back at the guy who had spent the last hour refusing to take a hint and is now looking absolutely irritated, flashing him a grin that was equal parts smug and obnoxious. ❝ sorry dude — you’re barking up the wrong tree. better luck next time, ❞ he looked thoroughly unimpressed and finally stalked away, and she gave him an enthusiastic little wave. ❝ happy pride month ! ❞ she waited until he disappeared into the crowd before spinning back around toward her best friend, laughter already bubbling out of her so ludicrously she had to partly cover her mouth. ❝ no fucking way that actually worked, ❞ the whole thing had felt absurd enough that she hadn’t really thought it through beforehand. then she noticed they weren’t exactly laughing with her. immediately, every ounce of adrenaline and confidence abandoned ship. ❝ shit — sorry. you okay ? was that too much ? ❞

[hvtemenvw]

blue eyes bugged at the order to continue. growing up meg's parents' eyes glazed over whenever she talked about anything besides compliments she'd received from her teachers. the fear of being an inconvenience had stuck with her her entire life. "you don't have to say that just to be polite." she stated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "i don't usually chat this much so i'll happily shut up." she remarked with a cheery shrug. if she took a moment to reflect she'd quickly realise it was the loneliness coaxing her out of her shell. since her ex moved out their apartment had been eerily silent. however, she wasn't in the mood to reflect. she was at the bar to drink and be amongst other people.

meg's nose scrunched up in disbelief. "now, i know you're saying that just to be nice. you must have an interesting job. if it's not interesting i bet it's important." she commented with a firm nod. adhika had the casual eloquence and quite confident of someone people greatly admired. it was hard to picture her having a dull unessential job.

"seeing a child's reaction to piano man did change my opinion of it. i didn't know it was possible to hear it through fresh ears."she beamed as she pictured her student pressing down the keys with earnest enthusiasm. "besides from wanting a career my parents approved of i didn't have a well thought out plan. i fell into teaching because i enjoy working with kids and it's a stable way to make money playing music. does that make sense? i bet you think it's sad i wasn't willing to take any risks?" she asked, before taking a sip from her drink. based on adhika's body language she assumed the other woman was enthralled but meg had no idea why.

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it was becoming increasingly obvious to adhika that margaret wasn’t used to being really listened to. it was quite unusual for her too, considering she’s regularly surrounded by self - centered people who somehow always found a way to steer every conversation back toward themselves. but if anything, that only made her want to get to know her more. ❝ one thing you should know about me is that i’m not the kind of person who does or says things just to be nice, ❞ if she was, her life and career would’ve been considerably easier. ❝ and if i wanted you to shut up, i would’ve gotten up and walked out the second you opened your mouth. ❞ the words were blunt enough that they would’ve sounded cruel coming from anyone else. somehow, paired with the faint amusement on her face, they landed closer to teasing and closer to honesty. because she’d stayed at this bar far longer than she’d intended. long enough that she’d had to smile through a couple fan interactions, long enough that she was beginning to forget why she’d wanted to be alone tonight in the first place. ❝ y’know, it seemed like you did what you actually wanted, regardless if it’s the safe choice or not. that’s commendable, ❞ she grinned, petite shoulders lifting into a small shrug. ❝ i’ve taken some big risks in my life. trust me — they’re overrated. ❞

[namtan]

GIRL RULES | EP 1

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i have some new / underused muses that i’d very much like to start writing more so like for a starter from any of the ones listed below. please specify who you want !

daphne bennett ( faceclaim: emily bader ) — twenty7, bisexual, veterinarian.

kendall hastings ( faceclaim: laura harrier ) — thirty4, lesbian, creative director at vogue.

lorelai liu ( faceclaim: lola tung ) — twenty3, pansexual, pop star.

reagan wells ( faceclaim: madison bailey ) — twenty6, lesbian, surgical resident.

sanya zobel ( faceclaim: kylie padilla ) — thirty, heterosexual, therapist.

[honeyvce]

“i know, okay?” bella’s voice cracked softer this time, all the fight bleeding out of her while rain clung heavy to her dark lashes and soaked through the sleeves of her jacket. her arms folded tighter across herself like she suddenly felt cold standing there in front of cayetana looking so hurt because of her. that was a problem of hers, a nasty habit. bella tended to spiral first and ask questions later. “i know you’re not some villain people make you out to be.” she despised how quickly jealousy poisoned her. how one stupid rumor could wedge itself beneath her skin and grow claws before she even had the chance to think rationally. but the thought of losing cayetana made something ugly and panicked wake up inside her every single time. because loving someone that beautiful, that wanted by everybody else, constantly felt like standing too close to the edge of something. bella finally stepped closer through the rain, slower now. less defensive. “i don’t wanna leave,” she admitted quietly, gaze dropping for a second before lifting back toward her again. honest this time. vulnerable in a way bella usually avoided at all costs. “i just... i get scared somebody’s gonna realize you deserve better than me before i can stop it.” her fingers brushed lightly against cayetana’s wrist afterward. tentative. “and then i act crazy.”

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caye felt something in her chest finally unclench the moment bella reached for her. not completely. there was still hurt lingering there, still the sting of knowing she had believed strangers before believing her. but none of it really mattered as much as the fact that she was still standing here instead of walking away. ❝ i don’t care what anybody else thinks or says about us, ❞ she murmured, immediately reaching for her hand and threading their fingers together. ❝ i just care about you, okay ? ❞ she knows being with her wasn’t easy. strangers dissect every aspect of her life like it belonged to them. most of the time she hated that anyone she loved had to carry that too, hated that being with her meant constantly being forced to sort through what was real and what wasn’t. but there was no fixing it. no magic way to make the attention disappear. it was simply part of her now, and all she could do was be honest when the noise got loud. ❝ i spend every day surrounded by people who want things from me, people who have opinions about me, people who think they know me … and somehow you’re still the person i want at the end of all of it. ❞ she stepped closer until there was barely any space left between them, hands rising to cradle her face gently. ❝ so believe me when i say i’m not going anywhere. at least not without you. ❞

[davidpetey]

ISA BRIONES behind the scenes for New York Magazine

[comerpwithme]

a “my friends keep setting me up on shitty blind dates in the same restaurant and i keep getting you as my waiter/waitress every time” plot pls