𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 ʳᵃʷ / ᵒᵖᵉⁿ .

played by plum.

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plum. 24. she / her.

google doc. muses are always being updated. these are not the only dummies featured on this blog.

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i know halloween is already past us, but !!! like this post for a halloween starter !! or even just a general holiday starter between halloween / christmas ??

[notmorbid]

jonathan abernathy...

dialogue prompts from jonathan abernathy you are kind by molly mcghee.

i have to live in my body. you don't.

you think you can talk to me that way?

only my parents call me ____.

you are a really tall child masquerading as an adult.

i'm not paid enough for this shit.

i didn't expect you to have a sense of humor.

having feelings is pretty much the only thing i do.

i intend to luxuriate while i can.

i'm good at understanding jobs. that's why i've had so many.

i love it when you get self-righteous.

the things we don't understand are always what scares us.

no one else notices. no one else cares.

never say i didn't do anything for you.

you will prevail. you have no other option.

people die all the time. it's what makes them human.

the past is an addiction, a way to escape the future. and the present.

i'd rather die than have ____ see me like this.

it's decided. you're coming over for dinner.

i've never been in your house before.

all is not lost. all cannot be lost.

it's hard to know the logic of another person.

you've never understood another human being in your life.

do you always talk like this?

are you always so earnest?

can i ask you a delicate question?

go ahead. open it.

i'm trying to warn you.

i don't want to fall asleep. not yet.

a surprise? for me?

there are principles. and then there are outside forces that force you to sacrifice your principles.

falling always reminds me of childhood.

i warned you. and did you listen?

you're trapped, but you aren't powerless.

breakfast for dinner? i don't think that's a thing.

i don't always like you, but i will always love you.

who would be capable of loving me now?

you keep yourself to yourself.

you remind me of my younger self. my better self.

are you fucking with me?

is this a game to you?

don't ever wink at me again.

i have déjà vu over my déjà vu.

what did you used to dream about?

are you actually smiling?

you look like you've seen a ghost.

you don't need to go to work yet.

as usual, everyone knew what was happening before i did.

you can't help me. please don't try.

hey, it's just me.

i'm sorry. i didn't know where to go.

are you looking at me? do you see?

just lie down with me and tell me what's going on.

promise you won't hate me?

why would i ever hate you?

even badasses can be weak sometimes.

no matter how shitty a life is, it's always normal to the person who's living it.

i guess i want you to know me. the real me. the actual me.

i feel like you're far away. i can barely feel you.

you are here with me. you are here.

my father always said death comes in threes.

you don't know me. i'm so much worse than you thought.

what's worse, to always bring up the memory or to never bring up the memory?

i'm starting to think i'm bad at feeling.

i see you. i'm with you.

i don't have any answers, either. but i like when we're in the same place.

how do you prove the absence of something?

would anyone be proud of what i've become?

is it enough to merely survive?

is there worth in the things you cannot see?

it feels more like drowning than i thought it would.

i can't figure out how to fix whatever it was i broke.

appear to be confident. appear to be competent.

it is very hard to hold two truths at once.

i would do just about anything to stop feeling dread.

for the most part, i just guess and hope i'm right.

you don't have to try to make me jealous.

i don't know how to apologize to you, okay?

you're kind of a scary person.

we all must deny what we can to stay alive. even if it's our denial that kills us, in the end.

it's a sign, i reckon.

it seems more and more, every place is like everywhere else.

why should i be ashamed?

you'll come in and have a cup of cocoa.

you hate yourself. it's really obvious, and really sad to watch.

lately i haven't been good to anyone in my life.

i am a black hole. people's lives disappear into mine.

it's you who decides who you become.

there is no coming back from this.

tell me you hate me. tell me you wish i was dead.

i'm sorry i wasn't brave.

i kept waiting for the right moment, and the right moment never came.

i'm sorry i never asked before.

are you sure this is okay?

it's hard to know the intentions of other people.

i hope we meet again.

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i know halloween is already past us, but !!! like this post for a halloween starter !! or even just a general holiday starter between halloween / christmas ??

[metamorphesque]

Poem, Langston Hughes

[whimsicalfairytales]

Bro, my unyielding loyalty towards you is totally normal and healthy, I swear. It's just that it's definitely my duty to rip out your enemies throats with my bare teeth. You are the love of my life and I am your most valuable tool. Each night, I fantasize about dying in your arms, covered in blood, and then I close my eyes one final time, satisfied because I can feel your fingers on my face as I take my last breath. Haha anyways

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starter call : like this for me to come to you for a starter with at least minimal plotting .

[opossum-handz]

[itrimehalle]

ἔστιν ἄρα (therefore it is), 2025

(inspired by @two-bees-poetry - still fascinated by the poem lady macbeth grants you an interview, it's my favourite <3)

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LOVSCENARIOS ——— siwoo .

♡. — look  at  him  go.  swift - footed,  nearly  divine  &  maybe  that  wouldn't  be  such  a  surprise.  by  the  gods,  how  could  someone  make  crimson  look  so  exquisite  ?  wide - eyed  like  a  doe,  heart  thumping  like  prey;  oh,  love  doesn't  even  begin  to  describe  the  rumble  in  his  chest  for  the  man  in  the  ring  ...  hitched  breath,  fingers  gripped  onto  a  steel  chair  so  tightly  his  knuckles  turn  white.  then,  his  name.  the  victorious,  the  almighty  !  unworthy  limbs  stumbled  with  only  one  goal  in  mind  &  when  he  had  him  in  his  arms, he  was  holding  the  goddamn  world. "  him  ?  i  think  you  broke  his  nose,  jung,  "  huffed  laughter,  shake  of  his  head.  &  he  can't  help  himself  anymore;  undisciplined  runt,  but  to  hell  with  it.  ——  uncalloused  fingertips  dared  against  jungah's  bruising  jawline. (  beautiful  boy  ...  what  would  i  do  without  you  ?  )

yoon  siwoo  —  host  of  patroclus

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& by all means, HE TREMBLES LIKE HE MUST BE TIRED, & he is ; running on fumes & his tongue as a cotton-mouth bluff. thick in his throat, he huffs laughter between the sun dial & moon scale. he means to say that his chest feels like it could BURST, he means to call his mouth a vessel of pain. because the words that want to come WON'T, & the words that always come are half-eaten by grief of what he won't say. [ mother, make my mouth half as swift & meaningful as my steps, make my heart work the overtime my hands hold out in blood & gold. ] but the golden sea claims him just as easily as the crimson does, reds color him the way bile dresses his tongue, the ocean falling over his teeth as he flashes his victory-grin.

" you think so ? because it feels like he broke MY nose. " voice rumbles in his chest, right where his heart tightly cages his flowers, right where affection becomes without doubt ; bright eyes lean ever closer without the daunt of closure. he pretends that his stomach doesn't twist, he pretends that his jaw blooms without ache.

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[moethh]

hate that the em dash has become a sign of ai generated writing. i love the em dash so much—it's literally my favorite thing ever.

[aropride]

please god let chatgpt die out like nfts did. With a fast and graceless fall into irrelevancy

[bladespark]

Like to charge, reblog to cast.

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bringing back my extremely toxic girl group that did a ton of terrible and illegal things that was constantly covered by their way worse company stewing in their own crimes and terrible things they'd done.

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magical / supernatural creature college setting au ???

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HIDDEN STELLIUM DRESSES HER LIKE FAIRY LIGHTS . miemie becomes the stormy fog the way her eyes blearily dance in the morning, her hands folded the way night whispers as her dreaded companion. she doesn't wither in the light, but her eyes become that of the lamb who paralyzes ; her mouth falls to the curtain before the night ends. she faces DEMETER, the mother scorn of earth's treasury, the seasons of doubt color PERSEPHONE in regretful bile. but this is not now a time to face nature like a straight-backed daughter. her eyes light up at the vision of someone else entering the empty cafe, the soft light drawing [solar rungs] upon her skin & the afterimage of a flush behind her smile ; her features turn upon the sun, & she laughs loudly at how GIDDY(!!!) she must feel. gullet full of flowers & wrongs & her mother's hands. “ you look like a ROSE blossomed in a dark room, ” she coos this [sweetly, quietly, shyly], cheeks dusted with the pigment of the roses she speaks of, colored with the flush she paints with her own hands. as she sits in the momentary lonely booth, her palms press to her cheeks, a vision in the waterfall of strung dew across the windows of a small house.

@tenderlove. chu [miemie] eunmi. for hyunwoo !!! kinda assuming they meet in a cafe maybe ?? like the beginning scene ?? maybe they have a little thing there, maybe they have to go in the back & help the cafe owner with the sweets & coffee ?? just throwing out some ideas, let me know !!

[gcholdtrops]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: kim nabi, 31 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎:   everyone's welcome to reply, 24+. 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍: nabi's a nurse and your muse have visited a bit many times now.

            seeing  the  name  of  her  next  patient,  nabi's  eyebrow  furrows  a  bit  as  it  had  only  been  four  days  since  they  had  been  here.  however,  their  name  was  called  and  soon  they  stepped  inside  the  examine  room.  "     what  have  you  been  getting  up  to  now  ?     "  hazel  hues  slightly  filled  with  concern  as  to  see  them  here  again.

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his mother splits him an earful, golden boy, heir to greatness, show your worth. he earns this hardship through an empty body, the body of his father's failures. phoenix son, sun boy, make your mother CHOKE at the back of her mouth. “ ahh, i burned my hand ; i accidentally made a grease fire while i was cooking. ” his laughter sounds like glass mages, lavender mists over his mouth when he flashes puppy-grand window eyes over to a familiar healer.