How can you trust someone so 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕 ? Paradoxically speaking, how could you not?
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How can you trust someone so 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕 ? Paradoxically speaking, how could you not?
fandomless multi muse | NSFW & triggering content
I should apologize to my new followers but I’ll be moving blogs.
Everything stays the same, the muses and threads, but I just need to start over on a new blog. I’ve had this one for nearly two years and I feel so restless/suffocated here. And I’ve always wanted to be a shoulder rather than someone in need of one in the RP community. I want to make people here feel better about themselves/their writing, and now I’m not feeling good.
I will automatically follow everyone I roleplay with. Also, don’t hesitate to like this post as I am only following the people I really want to RP with. I just want you to show your interest.
If we haven’t interacted before but you’d like to, LIKE this post and I’ll follow you there or go FOLLOW me straight away.
I should apologize to my new followers but I’ll be moving blogs.
Everything stays the same, the muses and threads, but I just need to start over on a new blog. I’ve had this one for nearly two years and I feel so restless/suffocated here. And I’ve always wanted to be a shoulder rather than someone in need of one in the RP community. I want to make people here feel better about themselves/their writing, and now I’m not feeling good.
I will automatically follow everyone I roleplay with. Also, don’t hesitate to like this post as I am only following the people I really want to RP with. I just want you to show your interest.
If we haven’t interacted before but you’d like to, LIKE this post and I’ll follow you there or go FOLLOW me straight away.
“Take my advice: if you’re meeting your date for the first time today or if you’ve only met a few times before, here’s something that’ll start a conversation. Give them these. Tastes fantastic -- I should know, I baked them.”
“Love’s a luxury I can’t afford.” - ( muse of your choice. i can't pick since they're all perf. )
[ + ] » accepting.
“Those are some dark words..,”
Ama was hesitant to respond but couldn’t leave the sentence hanging. Although it would probably be hard to imagine, he was a bit of a sucker for all things romantic, but he would only share that side of him with one person. He shook his head, slightly baffled. It wasn’t every day he came across something so beautiful saying something so heavy. It made him wonder too much – and most of all, he made the mistake to look at her the way hurt people were often looked at. But he couldn’t help himself.
“Love’s not cheap – and I’m not referring to money. It takes a lot to open up to someone. I can’t imagine never opening up to someone like that though – why do you feel like you can’t afford that ?”
Here’s the thing -- during the time I had no computer, I had time to plot the terrible destinies of these muses. I now have vague futures plotted for everyone else except Misca ( because I just don’t know him well enough yet ? ) and I’d be very happy if people would want to plot relationships / threads.
I’m not going to straight up state what the future for each muse is ( plus it might change as other muses come into their lives & change them ) but if anyone’s interested in plotting / forming future relationships, just IM me, ask me, I’ll tell you ! just show me you’re interested !
Reika will have a death in the family and it’ll drive him further into insanity Snow White will be hunted until she changes completely ( please take advantage of how innocent she is now before she changes ) Kengo will find out something about his past that will change his whole life -- and Ama can never accept it or himself Hannah will discover her gift isn’t limited to hearing/seeing ghosts Yinsen needs a strong/confident person into his life to help him grow tougher Jun’s darkness will take over him -- there might be no return to his softer side.
“Are you alright? You look nervous.” {Tooru to Kengo}
[ + ] » accepting.
“I don’t only look nervous -- I am pretty nervous.”
he admitted, smiling sheepishly. Bumping into everything hearts and hand holding made him that way every year on that specific day. Unresolved issues, one could say. He liked to think of it as the loneliness of not having a date rather than that.
“But I’ll be fine. I’m surprised not more people are about to have a heart attack from how red and pink the world seems every year on this weekend.”
a moment of weakness | Chloe x muse of your choice
[ + ] » 15, not accepting. @inkxxxdeath
「 ℋ 」 Nothing unusual was on the day’s to-do list when Hannah left her apartment – simply another abandoned building she would scan through in hopes of finding a ghost or two to get content on her website. Nothing unusual at all. The thing about her hunting ghosts compared to the ones on TV was that she never did it for the money – or the views. She never filmed because there was nothing to film. She was simply gifted and able to communicate with the ones who had not been able to move on on their own – the ones who needed help. Her help.
Hannah’s journey into the building began with searching the first and second floor before going to the basement. She always did that first in case someone would be living there – it was not an impossibility, she had come across that in England. Then she would go to the lower levels – because those seemed to be the main place of ghosts, partly because they could have passed away during wars in terrible conditions, unable to move on from those places.
As if ghost hunting was not extreme enough, her little trip turned out to be that even more. When she entered the basements, she could hear movement -- no one she was looking for could do that. She was careful from there on as she made her way deeper into the mess she was about to encounter. A woman. A very not-happy-looking woman. That was what she found from there, more surprised than ever.
It was a blur how she had come to rescue the stranger who seemed like she had been kept there against her will. The adrenaline that had shot through her made it nearly impossible for her to pinpoint everything that happened after she had released the woman -- but she was slowly becoming less freaked out. “Are you alright, though ? Who would do something like this -- we should probably contact the police ! Did you see who did this to you ?”
Love-ly sentence starters
The obligatory Valentine theme. Various lyrics and sayings!
“Love’s a luxury I can’t afford.” “Who needs love when you have a full fridge?” “’I love you’. Why’s that so hard to say?” “I think you’ve practiced enough in front of the mirror.” “Maybe it’s time for me to fall in love… but no, no. I want to make money first.” “You’re more awkward than a mannequin in front of them.” ”You are beautiful.” ”You’re my universe.” “It’s such a lovely scenery.. I wish you could be here.” ”I just wanted to hear your voice.” “When you do that it makes me want to hug tightly and never let go.” “I miss you so much.” ”You’re so warm. Can I stay here for a bit longer?” “I just wanna fall in love.” ”Stay the night.” ”We’re all worried over how lovestruck you are.” ”You’re such a beautiful view.” “I’m waiting for someone who can make me feel something like never before.” “You turned so red.” “Did they say yes?” “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” “I thought this would look nice on you.” “I call dibs on you.” ”I want to be more than friends.” “You- you’re like- from head to toe- wow.” “You’re the only who didn’t know about this.” “Let’s buy a shit ton of chocolate after Valentine’s.” “Are you alright? You look nervous.” “Can I tell you something?” “I’m so lucky to have met you.” “I’ve got a special delivery for you. Let’s just say those roses won’t be the only thing that’s coming tonight.”
I’ll fuck you when you’re mad and you need to let off steam, I’ll fuck you when you’re craving me so badly that your head is spinning, and I’ll fuck you when I feel the need to claim you and make you remember who you’re with. I’ll make love to you when you’ve had a long hard day with school or work, when you’re sad and you need me to make you feel loved and beautiful again. I’ll channel my love into your body with my fingers and my lips and I won’t let you doubt what I feel for you.
(via seovlitaire)
“So, if you don’t have a valentine and neither do I, be mine.”
Hannah blurted out way too early, before they had even had a decent conversation. She wasn’t embarrassed that her mouth often ran before her brain, but grinned sweetly -- perhaps that would help. If not, then she would just need to force them to spending a terrible valentine’s day with her. She was very persistent.
“Honestly, I’d just be content if I could go out exploring a little rather than sit alone at home while everyone else is gushing about their sweethearts.”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun,”
she nearly yelled to be heard over the loud music while she spun, taking every bit of enjoyment out of her awkward, steamy dance moves, mimicking what she had seen on the TV. She wasn’t sure whether the act itself or the tiny taste of alcohol was the reason to how good it felt to move along to the sound of the blasting music.
“Dance with me, you have no idea how good it feels to just let go.”
≪ Ƙ ≫ His head hung low, nearly touching the railing his forearms were resting against. He was leaning onto it like he was waiting for it to disappear and he could finally fall into the water, like he would be cowardly enough to not climb over it. Kengo’s head was so full of thoughts, mainly of the negative type, that it felt like it could explode any minute. He looked rather calm though, simply leaning, smoking away while trying to deal with all the disappointment, the never ending loneliness -- the echo somewhere deep inside that tried to tell him something he couldn’t quite understand. His fingers were slowly turning numb from the cold air but he would continue to spend his Friday night that way.
The unexplainable echo felt much like big ball of anxiety slowly growing in his chest, forcing him to feel like four walls were closing in on him even when he stood on the bridge, breathing fresh air. He had figured earlier that it would be better to take a walk than stay inside in his state of mind, and to buy a pack of cigarettes ( he was no longer a smoker ) than a bottle of whiskey. How mature of him. His eyes scanned over the dark water below -- not at all as calming as on summer days. “If I asked help, just once..,” he muttered into the air, sighing as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back towards the sky, “will you help me. Just once..,” desperate? Yes. Kengo was not a believer but he needed guidance. “Just a sign, anything.”
She hummed, her brow twitching, the urge to let it rise as she silently judged him. He clearly needed help but she wasn’t sure if it was a combination of things of the fact that something just wasn’t right his head. “Doesn’t mean people aren’t still batshit crazy.” She muttered, eyeing the stranger. She had heard enough from her parents scaring the daylights out of her as a teen.
“Yeah, you do that.” She rolled her eyes, not believing he could produce a rabbit out of hat. Her head tilted tot he side as she watched him gulp the water. She was oddly fascinated by the weirdo. Her cheeks puffed out, waiting for him to quench his thirst. “Can I ask where you were going? You before you kinda ambushed me.”
“Shush.” She waved a hand, ignoring his statements. “I’m a woman, alone at night with a strange man. I should be suspicious.” She took the bottle back and screwed the top back on, a brow raising at his odd words. “I’m sorry? Why is always the weirdos that are out when I have to go home..” She shook her head and pushed the bottle of water into his chest. “That’s yours.” She took a couple of steps towards him, watching him before sighing and pulling on his sleeve. “Then, genius, shouldn’t you be following me? I can like pay for a hotel room for you. Or something.”
「 ℑ 」 He paused for a while, he thought it through, were people dangerous these days? To some maybe. “Fair enough,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “not that it’ll help you live any if you’re afraid of every stranger around the corner,” he mocked and flashed her a smirk, an exhausted one. If he had been himself at that moment, he would have continued to scare her until she would ( hopefully at least ) run off screaming.
After the water had made him feel a little better, his next small laugh sounded less hoarse and more amused than ever. “Oh come on, you don’t believe me?” obviously, he didn’t even believe himself when he said he would pull a rabbit out of a hat. And if one possessed magic, why waste it on that. “I ambushed you? Geez, how rude of me to be in bad shape, in the alleyway, out of everyone’s sight..,” he shook his head. That was not ambushing. He could show her the real deal, though, in case she needed to be educated. “I was headin’ anywhere. Everywhere. Wherever my feet carry.. or don’t,” he made the joke about his current weak state, yes.
“And I’m a man, alone at night with a stranger who thinks I’ll slaughter her when I barely have enough energy in me to walk. I should be weirded out,” he glanced towards her and flashed her a crooked grin as he took back the bottle that was shoved at him. “If you want to stay clear from weirdos, I advice you to walk on the busy streets like normal people do. You don’t get extra points from bravery,” he paused, turning towards her again, examining her with his sharp eyes. “Or something is another bad thing to add. Lead the way, then. And amuse me on the way, since you’re stuck with a dangerous, strange man.”
“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ” -hyejeong to jun
He raises a brow. For a moment he stays completely quiet, thinking over what she had said – no, what she was expecting to gain from having said that. Jun snorts, shrugging a shoulder, all after giving a suspicious glance to her direction.
“Don’t I know it. Any reason you’re pointing it out? Worried someone will slut shame?”
Whoa, there. Rather straightforward to be talking like that – then again, he hated having to censor himself so he usually simply didn’t.
i want to write relationships that are complicated.
i want to write the on-again-off-again relationships. i want the screaming matches and the cancelled dates and the hurt feelings and the second guesses and second chances.
i want to write people who completely shake up each other’s daily routine and flip their entire world on its axis. i want them to drive each other crazy and question why they bother sticking around and then remember the way their partner laughs or see them in a moment of vulnerability that tells them ‘this is is why i stay. this is why i love you.‘
i want to write relationships with struggles. with class differences and financial divide. two people who are so completely different they somehow complete each other. i want the jealousy and the feelings of inadequacy that goes with it.
i want to write people who aren’t afraid to be honest with their partner. who aren’t afraid to say ‘yeah you’re being an asshole’ followed by ‘but i still love you, you idiot.’
i want the first time they see their partner cry and the morning after their first intimate night when everything feels so right.
i want people who get so used to one another that they stop going the extra mile. i want the ‘you don’t make the effort because you already have me’ argument.
i want relationships that challenge each other to be better people and make each other question their beliefs and moral compass.
but most of all, i want to write relationships that are real. that make you feel something. i want to go on the emotional rollercoaster right along with them.
that’s what i want.