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selective , private. 21+ . nsfw content present. f/f exclusive.
rules. muses. open starters. wanted plots. wanted dynamics.
wanted opposites.
if this can even be seen , this blog is officially archived! i have moved all current plots over to my new blog , found here.
for some reason , all of my messages have disappeared and whenever i open the tab they only ever pull up the messages for the secondary blog i have on here ?
okay i've officially just renamed the sideblog so if you see messages from ' sapphicfm2 ' that's just me trying to work with this weird glitch.
" i thought we weren't going to do this again . . . " a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, betraying her secret hope for a repeat performance. it was like blurring the lines between a blockbuster script and their off-screen reality, a dangerous game of mixing business with pleasure. the first time, it was an unplanned detour , a spontaneous scene that wasn't in the script . but now , every time the other woman got too close , her breath hitched, her pulse danced to a rhythm of anticipation . usually, they were under the relentless gaze of others on set , their every move dissected under the unforgiving lens of fame .but here , in the sanctuary of her home , the silence was a tangible entity, amplifying the electric tension that sizzled between them like a live wire." im starting to think the rumors are true — " she he meandered around the room, her gaze flitting over the constellation of awards — awards she aspired to have someday . for now she was okay with her first o.scar nomination under her belt . " i believe they said you slept with your co-star ? that true ? " a rumor she found out from her fiance funny enough . a seasoned veteran in the industry , who often shared insider tips and industry no-nos . one big no-no being ' don't get entangled with carol everly . '
" sounds like someone needs to work on their impulse control , then. " this is not the first time she's done something like this , no. it's no secret that hollywood , and los angeles in general , is an alienating place. even if it pretends to be ahead of the times , ahead of the pace of the rest of the world with how they see people , it's still the same: just as closed off , restrictive , a world where everyone plays their part. you don't get anywhere in this business by being entirely good , entirely yourself. sometimes it just can't be helped. " maybe not to the degree that the rumor mill would lead you to believe. i've been dodging their questions for a decade and a half now. " a pause , though , reclined on her sofa as her eyes continued to linger over the woman standing in her home , out of a mix of curiosity and hunger. " it's true , though. the only rumor is which one it was: after i came out , every single hack in the press went combing through everything i'd ever done , went tracking down every woman i'd ever been even remotely close to , hounded them for weeks. ' did you know ? what was she like ? ' " a pause. " we were . . . each other's first , with another woman , anyway. " her expression faltered slightly , legs moving away as if to invite her down onto the sofa next to her. so much promise in those hands , in her face. " you practice loving someone enough , sometimes it stops being pretend , if only for a little while. they never found her out , and i intend to keep it that way. if i can take the heat off of her , i'm happy to. " pose remains leisurely , only to sit up , closer to her guest. " what about you ? i know your husband , vaguely enough. yearning for something more ? "
" it's starting to feel like you do this just to be a bitch , " words come pressed through nearly closed teeth , calloused fingertips weaving a needle and thread across the hardened musculature of her right arm , the blood already washed away and wound already sterilized. this wasn't the first person she's worked for that got themselves into trouble seemingly on a whim , but she might be the first one to do it so wantonly , with so little of a good reason or explanation. anything to get her to throw some guy through a window , apparently , even if it costs a knife wound. this , though , is what she got herself into: you don't do this job and not get banged up. dark eyes scan the room , coming to the smug , haughty woman watching her. " i can't keep protecting you if you keep jumping into shit assuming i'm gonna' save your ass every time. " she does , because she's good at what she does , but: " i know you think i'm just some fucking thing , like if i get killed you can just replace me , but i guarantee you the next person you hire is gonna' let you get dragged off to some dirty basement and tortured if you keep acting like this. " // @hclysins
" she's doing okay , i promise. " so few people come to these meetings anymore , at least for any meaningful amount of time. not that she can blame any of them: the classroom , the whole school really , they all just feel different at night , sterile almost. the halls had already cleared out , the rest of her co - workers having probably already gone home , their parent meetings finished , all questions answered satisfactorily , leaving only her and soraya left to tackle the difficult issues. it felt . . . nice though , strangely enough , sitting across from her , though it couldn't help but be awkward , what with her still stationed behind her desk. " it feels like — i don't want to pry , really , but it feels like there might be something going on outside of school , she's had a bit of trouble focusing. " she's no counselor , nothing of the sort , but compassionate eyes level on the face of the woman opposite her , drawn to her. " is everything alright ? you — obviously you don't have to tell me , i just . . . i want to help , if i can. she's . . . such a smart girl. " her speech becomes a little more informal , rolling chair moving out from behind the desk in an attempt to make her feel less like such an authority figure here. " if i can do something , i want to. " // @hclysins
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Photographed by Alexi Lubomirski for Variety
t*ylor sw*ft x travis k*lce plot but gay. unlikely musician x athlete/actor/etc. super couple.
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just readjusted the muse list and got a few things set back up , so how about a reverse starter call xox
She knows me at my core. And I know her, too.
open to: f/nb. plot: edie and your muse are stuck together at one of her hospital fundraisers. connections: 30+ year old muses. " you know , i assumed it was a requirement that everyone who showed up to these things had to be boring. " usually is , especially for what these things are — the same suite of old money investors , the same small talk: who gets their name on the new neonatal unit , something about getting their kids into harvard or yale , and at the behest of the board , the rest of the staff get dragged along to make them feel good about themselves , little scarecrows for the leering old men to stare at. especially edie: she's already had to beat back god knows how many trust fund failsons as it is already tonight. it made sense , then , that she'd find herself here , at this woman's side , offering her a drink. " so , you've been here all night and haven't pretended to try and sell me on how much you care about what we do here , so i'm guessing you aren't with any of them. " lithe fingers gesture to the rest of the room , blankly , as she watches them drift across the floor , tone dry. " unless you're one of these poor old men's date , which might just earn my sympathy. " a pause , arms slowly crossing. " anyone asks , you came here with me. might keep the vultures away for a while , for both of us. "
open to: f/nb. connection: lover , maybe secret girlfriend , actress , your choice. preferably 28+. plot: carol vibes , new passionate romance , perhaps an affair on their end. lithe frame splayed across the sofa at the heart of her small apartment , still draped in a light evening robe from the night before , her head idly turned , watching the plants swaying on the windowsill. artists can be so dreadfully boring sometimes , her very much included ; new york attracts a very different kind of pretention than los angeles , she's found , one more aloof than colorful. footsteps echoing across the wood eventually rouse her attention , and she cannot help but appraise her guest with the utmost curiosity. they fit in quite well here , no matter how odd that might have seemed just a week ago — sneaking about lest they attract the wrong kind of public attention. " i was thinking of drawing a bath , " she finally spoke , cold eyes casting a yearning glance their way , otherwise surrounded by silence. " unless of course you had other plans. "
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