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@rootrct
⸺ #ROOTRCT , a highly selective & mutual exclusive multimue blog . this blog is 21+ only . anyone under the age of 21 will be blocked . haunted by BOO , twenty5+ , she / her .
guideline / muses , ask memes , wishlist , open starters , draft count : 00
been hanging out primarily on my canon account but i'll try to get back here to do replies tonight after the love island reunion!!
CLOSED STARTER FOR @rootrct
MUSE: farrah shah / twenty-five / pansexual / retail worker
based on this plot
their faces are so close right now, the two of them had been friends for years but right now, farrah really wanted to kiss them. she tugs at her bottom lip, a burst of confidence rushes through her, she leans in for a kiss.
if there were ever an opportunity presenting itself ; this was it . one hand held her face delicately while the other rested on her hip . the laughter they shared just moments prior had died on his lips but the smile remained . all he had to do was lean forward , meet her where she was . but andre had never been could with things left unspoken . he needed to be certain , needed to make sure this wasn't a fluke . “ are you sure ? ” he questioned . his chest already rising and falling because just the thought of it was enough to take his breath away . “ i only want it if you're positive you do . ”
he didn't bother trying to look ashamed, it wasn't in him. instead, chase's lips tugged into that crooked smirk. the one that always made it impossible to tell whether he was joking or baiting her. "it's not called a break if i have the keys, angel." his eyes dragged over her the same way hers had dragged over him. cataloging every detail; her hair, the faint exhaustion in her eyes, the way she still held herself like she was ready for a fight even when she was standing still. of course he had missed this, more than he'd admit. "you can pour me a drink if it makes you feel better." he finally stood up, taking a slow step closer to his ex. "but truth? that's dangerous territory for both of us, don't you think?" chase shrugged, taking the glass from buffy's hand. letting his fingers linger a little longer against it. "i really just wanted to see if the locks hadn't been changed..." half truth.
‘ angel ’ the familiarity of the pet name rolled down her back like ice ; leaving goosebumps in its wake . buffy hated that he still had a hold on her ⸺ one five letter making her nearly shiver . god , get it together . she scolded herself . buffy was normally very good at keeping her composure . her poker face nearly undefeated as she clenched her cards to her chest for dear life . chase was always a threat to that . maybe that's why she picked fights , poked and prodded at his half truths or suspected lies . or maybe it was just her intuition . even now , she couldn't be sure . when she finally glanced at him again he was close , too close . the lower part of her back pressed against the counter as she looked up at him . “ it was just the locks you wanted to see ? ” her voice was quiet , almost hopeful . the words hanging between them for a brief moment before she went on . “ tell me a lie then , since the truth is so hard ⸺ did you miss me ? ”
closed : @hvrtbroken
“ do you think this is okay to wear tonight ? ” the polite smile on her face as she asked was in active combat with the worry in her eyes . aislin may have left the iron grip of her mother , but her walsh family values had embedded themselves so deep within her it would take an excavator to get it out of her . “ it's just , the costume is so . . . ⸺ different . ” she knew all about the price of being different . proud as she was of her lisa from weird science costume there was no denying it was a deep cut . without seeing the movie the hermer h.s. phys ed crop top would go unnoticed due to the leotard and tights . a fact she was all too aware of with the breeze she felt too close on her skin . “ i mean everyone's probably going to be drunk by the time we get there so i shouldn't even waste it on them right ? what's the chances at least one person has seen weird science ? should i pick out something else ? throw a sheet over myself and call it a ghost ? ”
closed : @hvrtbroken
monster mash was drowned out by the sound of loud laughter and spattering pumpkin guts . so much for a quiet night in . santos should've known that with the other over , any plans previously made would quickly go awry . unlike his dim flickering the person beside him was a beam of light : easy to follow , but blinding if he looked directly at them for too long . “ did you want to come over just to make a mess in my kitchen ? ” the laughter slowly went quiet , but the smile remained on his lips . “ i'm going to have you sign a waiver next time before entry . ” santos picked up another handful of slimy seeds and tossed it in their direction , chuckling as it made connect .
instead of writing here i spent the day making a wednesday single muse account because she calls to me again OIJESIODJFSIO;J ( if you'd like to follow/write with the little landmine she's at @childcfwoe just sayinggggg ) i'm gonna take the fATTEST nap tough and be back tonight to hopefully get some more things out !
dropping a spooky starter call to get this account kicking again ! like this for a spooky/halloween season type of starter , my muses can be found here if you want someone specific but i can also randomize it if you don't want to pick !
Jenna Ortega
he leaned back in the chair like he owned the place, one ankle resting lazily over his knee, camera bag at his feet. her words tugged a grin out of him, sharp at the edges, the kind that never quite reached his eyes. "and yet.. here i am." he said smoothly, tilting his head just enough to catch her expression as she moved about the room like his presence hadn't shaken her. "guess neither of us are great at goodbyes." chase let the silence stretch, studying her like she was a scene he hadn't figured out how to shoot yet—every movement cataloged, every detail filed away. the exhaustion clinging to her didn't make her look weaker. if anything, it made her more interesting. "i was in the neighborhood." he added finally, as if that explained anything. his lips curved again, but there was something calculated about the smile. "figured i'd see if you still hated me enough to slam the door in my face."
“ there you are . ” she repeated ; words remained unshaken . though , despite her best attempts to keep her gaze off of him , they found him . scanning from the very ends of his hair to the thread of his socks ; she wanted to take note of anything that had changed . any blemish or bruise they may have found him as she tried to find any reason he might have come before entertaining a fragile thought : perhaps he missed her as much as she missed him . “ can't really slam a door in your face if you already broke into it . ” could she really classify it as breaking and entering if she'd given him a key ? perhaps not . but they were supposed to be done so she thinks it should count . “ can i get you a drink ? we're both too sober to listen to you tell me anything but the truth about what you're doing here . ” hypocritical of her to say . it's not like he was the only dishonest one in their relationship . but buffy believed she had reason to be . then again , wouldn't he think the same thing ?
closed : @hostyle17
the scream is exaggerated ; prolonged for dramatic effect . buffy wasn't much of an actor , there was no believing she was actually scared . but if it annoyed spike, then it was a job well done . “ you almost gave me a heart attack . " her tone was layered with sarcasm . a pause to sell the shock . “ i didn't think you could get any uglier and yet , here you are . heinous . on halloween no less . no one can say you're not creative . ” a smile finally broke through her facade as she reached for the candy bowl beside her and held it out to him . “ i'll let you take two pieces since your face gave me such a fright . ”
dropping a spooky starter call to get this account kicking again ! like this for a spooky/halloween season type of starter , my muses can be found here if you want someone specific but i can also randomize it if you don't want to pick !
𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: anyone. 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞: silas rourke. dead brought back to life. 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭: silas died in a car accident some time ago, but your muse found a way to bring him back. maybe it was a power they didn't know they had or just a ritual pulled from a book, tape, or something online - go crazy. basically they had no idea what they were doing, but somehow it worked. the problem is that silas came back kinda wrong and isn't exactly who he was when he was alive. any type of connection works for this, except t*boo ones.
his face was uncomfortably close to theirs, fingers trembling against warm skin, one rough palm braced beneath their jaw, pinning them to the wall with a strength that didn't feel like his own. eyes burned with a mixture of anger, confusion, and desperation - tangled into a look that begged for answers he couldn't form aloud. words hovered at the back of his mouth, but no sound followed, leaving him stranded in silence. he didn't know what he was doing here, or why he'd been given another chance at life that felt nothing like living. he felt rotten inside. all he could do was hold on, staring at the face before him, waiting -- needing -- for them to make sense of the thing he had become.
delight with her creation had lasted all of ten minutes . the rambling of a borderline narcissist cut short as a cold , dry hand worked around her throat . the only sound between them was the ringing in her ears from the way her head hit the wall . her hands wrapped around his wrist doing her best to pull him off of her , but he was stronger than she thought he'd be . “ you should be thanking me , i brought you back ! ” she croaked out ; voice rasped and hard with air able to get through it . the magic still pricked at her fingers , the sensation paired with the depleting oxygen making her dizzy . “ silas ⸺ ” she took as deep of a breath as she could . “ silas you have to let me go so i can keep helping you . ” her magic was still an option if she had to , but yaeli didn't know what it would do to him . and she didn't want to risk it .
closed : @fairytca
after a night of slaying ( both literally and metaphorically ) she wanted nothing more to climb into her bed and never leave it . she's surprised to that someone had the same idea . “ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again . ” buffy offered as a greeting . she did her best to appear nonchalant ; shrugging off her jacket and putting up her hair as if she was going through her nighttime routine as planned . as if their appearance hadn't completely thrown them off kilter .
closed : @mo0nstrucks
tightly strung and quick to bite , isa needed to get away . she'd never admit it , but she was grateful for the small felony the two had committed . with a headband that made her look like she had wolf ears and a prop ghost face knife in tow she slowly approached the other ; beat up converse barely leaving the floor to make as little noise as possible . only to be jump scared before she could do the jump scaring . “ holy shit dude ! ” she exclaimed , giving the other a soft shove as she laughed . “ when the hell did you get behind me ? ”
closed : @peachfvzz
slender shadow announced his arrival before his voice did . after they parted , matty kept his ear close to the ground ; keeping close look out for any trail she left . he'd heard murmurs of the murders , her signature preceding in each city . it didn't take him long . now , with her in front of him , he wished he had savored the chase a little more . “ give a girl a ride across state lines and she vanishes , with not so much as a thank you . ” he whistled . pout soon followed , one hand falling dramatically to his chest . “ that hurts . truly . ”
dropping a spooky starter call to get this account kicking again ! like this for a spooky/halloween season type of starter , my muses can be found here if you want someone specific but i can also randomize it if you don't want to pick !
