A Deadly Affliction

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Blasphemy! Heresy!

Save me from the monster that is eating me.

Betsy. 30+. she/her. green-haired leftist and lover of all threads fantasy, horror, and romance based. 21+ selective blog, sporadic activity and mood-based writer.

rules. muses. wanted plots. wanted opposites. open starters.

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plot: Maeve has always had a crush on her best friend's older brother. They haven't seen each other since the summer before she went to college. Her best friend invited her to spend a summer at the family's beach house, and her brother is visiting as well. He just doesn't recognize Maeve after a few years. open to: m test muse: Maeve Delaney. mid-twenties. witch.

Maeve had grown up a lot since the last time she'd spent the summer at this house. She was more comfortable in her own skin, more sure of herself. That didn't stop her from jumping though, when she heard the front door open while her best friend was asleep upstairs. She froze. The midnight snack she'd been making was forgotten as she held her breath and considered whether she should stay where she was and hope the intruder didn't come into the kitchen or if she should try running. Then a familiar face came into view, barely visible in the low light, but she would recognize it anywhere. Suddenly, she was anxious for another reason. That anxiety quickly turned to irritation when he blurted out the question of who she was. "You're joking." Maeve stared at him expectantly for a few moments before realizing. "Oh my god, you're not joking. That's-" she sighed. "Come on, it's me. It's- it's Maeve."

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Starter call! I'm finally around and feel like writing, so like this for me to hit shuffle and send you a starter or two based on the song that pops up! Muses will be random based on whoever fits the lyrics.

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closed starter for: @disapprove based on: An Italian Werewolf in St. Louis by Ludo

"Oh, the night smells young." Luke chirped, the words almost coming out in a melody. "And it tastes like blood," his head tipped to the side. There was a quick spark in his gaze, a flash of playfulness before he prowled towards them. They'd been doing this cat and mouse thing for too long. He couldn't stand it much longer. He didn't want to. If they left now, he was going after them. The vampire enjoyed a game as much as the next person, more than they did, really, but this one had run its course. "I will hunt you down," he vowed quietly as he took hold of their chin and forced their gaze to his. "And will destroy this town, so lock your window and watch your door,"

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Starter call! I'm finally around and feel like writing, so like this for me to hit shuffle and send you a starter or two based on the song that pops up! Muses will be random based on whoever fits the lyrics.

[cassmore]

BELLA MACLEAN for ELLE UK | Falling for Bella Maclean

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ANNA SAWAI for 'Monarch: Legacy of Monsters' press in LA — 2026

[joenateuser]

BELMONT CAMELI Photographed by Mekhi Turner

[hclenshivers]

Demet Özdemir via Instagram

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@sarcasmpersonified181 said:  ❛   tell me. in your mind , what are we doing in that bed ? are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it ?    ❜

Anita wasn't without ulterior motives. Her intentions weren't pure. It wasn't just Ethan she was after; it was the satisfaction of doing something that she knew would piss her father off. Nikolai hated the rival family almost as much as he hated his own daughter, and sure, she was attracted to Ethan, but the excitement had been more in how eager she was to hopefully send her father into cardiac arrest when she so triumphantly announced to him that she'd gone to bed with the Scaletta heir.

At least, it had been. It had been until that very heir leaned in and asked her that. There was no thought of her father then, no thought of anyone else but Ethan as both scenarios played out vividly in her mind. She licked her lips. "Why do I have to pick one?" Anita challenged as she took a step closer. God, he was handsome. It really wasn't a chore at all. "Are you telling me you've only imagined me one way? That you haven't thought about teasing me so slowly that I beg for more until you finally decide I've done enough and fuck me until I cry? Or maybe the other way around? Rewarding me after I've done such a good job taking you being rough with me by being gentle next round?" Arching her back just enough to press into him, she lifted a hand to curl around the back of his neck. "I don't like having to choose between things I want, Ethan. I'd rather have all of it."

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Starter call! I'm finally around and feel like writing, so like this for me to hit shuffle and send you a starter or two based on the song that pops up! Muses will be random based on whoever fits the lyrics.

[lioncourtz]

THE VAMPIRE LESTAT Live at the Beacon Theater (06.02.2026)

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fightmaster - glide music video

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CALLUM TURNER as luke in eternity (2025)

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plot: Addie sees her ex at a party. Despite the breakup being recent, they've already got someone else on their arm. Your muse notices and decides to save the day by helping her show up her ex. open to: w/m/nb 21+ (can be a stranger, friend, another ex, etc.) muse: Adeline "Addie" Morgenstern. mid-twenties. fae. The Spare

Addie hadn't expected seeing them again to hurt so much. Granted, she hadn't expected these to be the circumstances. It had barely even been two weeks and they'd already replaced her. She turned and slipped from the room before they saw her, too, before they saw the hurt she knew was in her eyes. That would only add insult to injury, only humiliate her further. She wove her way through the crowd until she could get her hands on a drink. It didn't matter what that drink was. She was downing it as quickly as she could just to try to dull the sting. Her stomach dropped when she felt a hand on the small of her back. For a few long seconds, she didn't look out of fear that she'd turn to see her ex. Her shoulders sagged in relief when she finally glanced over her shoulder and saw that it wasn't. "Uh, hi," she mumbled. "Do you need something?"

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plot: Andar is the half-human son of a fae court’s tyrannical lord, which he’s unaware of until one of his father’s enemies from the fae realm finds out that he exists and seeks him out to try to usurp his father and put him on the throne instead. Which sounds like a genuine nightmare to him. (high fantasy plot) muse: Andar, 28, The Craftsman open to: w/m/nb (w 21+ for potential romantic connections)

It was his first time ever meeting one of them. A part of him came from their world, but he’d never step foot in it. He knew that he wouldn’t belong, not that he belonged with humans either. Andar may not have looked as entirely fae as the one standing before him, but humans took one look at the point of his ears, the way his teeth were a little too sharp and his eyes a little too bright, and turned the other way. The only reason he hadn’t been run out of the city was because the magic he had access to made him able to craft things that a regular man could only ever dream of making. In some ways, Andar’s magic scared him. He always felt like there was too much of it, like there was a power within him that he wasn’t supposed to have.

And if what the other was telling him was true, it made sense why that power was there. He didn’t want it though. He didn’t want more than he needed to just continue what he was doing now, to stay in his forge and create and keep his head down. “I don’t know what you expected, but I have no interest in being some kind of-” he couldn’t even say it. The idea of it, of him on a throne, was too ridiculous. Andar shook his head. “Regardless, look at me. The people you’re asking me to lead would never follow me. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to find other means to your end.”

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plot: Bodyguard romance; Aiyla is a supermodel who’s been in the spotlight and dominating the game for nearly twenty years. Your muse is a recent addition to her security detail who’s noticed a dull in her shine that nobody else has. There may be some feelings, but her guard is trying to remain professional, and Aiyla’s long since given up on love and has been in a string of PR relationships instead of finding something real. Things are getting more tense by the day. open to: w/m/nb 25+ muse: Aiyla Avci, mid-thirties, The Bombshell, reincarnation of Aphrodite

Aiyla stared absently out the window as the car pulled to a stop. She didn’t know the name of the movie she was attending the premiere of. She’d been ‘dating’ one of the stars for a few months. At this point though, it didn’t much matter. She wasn’t expected to stay and watch anything, and she certainly didn’t want to. Having to walk the carpet under the weight of all of those eyes was going to be hard enough. The thought of being stared at so intently was making her nauseous. Still, when the door opened and she took her guard’s hand, she stepped into the frenzy of flashing lights like it was the easiest thing in the world, looking every bit as perfect and glowing as she was always expected to be. Nobody would guess that she was decaying beneath the facade. Nobody except the guard whose hand she still held as she smoothed out her dress. When she caught their eyes, there was too much knowledge there. They saw too much. Her stomach twisted again.

Dropping their hand and turning from that far too perceptive gaze, Aiyla strutted forward. Shoulders back and her head held high, she commanded the carpet as if she didn’t feel like each flash of the camera stole another piece of her. As if the eyes of her knowing guard on her didn’t feel like the heaviest of all. Her shoulders sagged when she finally made it inside and stepped into the bathroom for a moment to herself. Aiyla just stared down at the sink. She didn’t want to look at her reflection. It was going to be perfect anyway. The ache in her eyes was disguised with expertly applied eyeliner and shimmer. She only looked up when there was a knock at the door and her guard stepped in to notify her that her most recent 'boyfriend’ had arrived. That meant she was expected to make herself available for photos with him once he was done with the rest of the cast. Aiyla just shrugged, but her expression sharpened when her nonchalance was met with a look of disapproval. “Do you have something to say?”