love, time, death.

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[satvns]

SATVNS: semi-selective, multi-muse, independent rp. 21+ interactions only. blog will contain nsfw and other sensitive content. rules located under the cut. discord available upon request. muses channel under reconstruction

operated by honey, she/her, 26, mst draft count: 019

 ☀  ― muses / open / desired / opposites

last updated on 09/08/2025.

i. semi selective

semi-selective when it comes to replying or sometimes even plotting, but don’t let that stop you from trying to interact with me or my muses. there’s a ninety-nine percent chance that i will most certainly write with you if it doesn’t interfere with any of my rules. i love creating backstories and headcanons for our muses so i encourage you to invade my dms at anytime.

ii. banned faceclaims 

used to have a long list of banned faces but now i really don’t care who you choose to reply with, just don’t use anyone that is deceased, anyone under 21, anyone who feels uncomfortable being used, or cartoons.

iii. formatting 

cannot stress this enough: CUT YOUR POST. i’m kinda crazy when it comes to keeping my blog looking as clean & neat as possibly, also i’m entirely too lazy to continue to cut your post for you. use small/medium hq gif, sometimes i’m fine with using rp icons but i do prefer gifs. also i don’t typically like threads that don’t have gifs, it’s a personal preference of mine that using gifs/icons is required if responding to my threads unless it's a smut thread then i'm perfectly fine with dropping visuals for that.

iv. godmodding 

never assume anything about my characters without asking me, don’t force them to say or do anything without my permission. if you are ever uncertain by what anything means in my threads then please ask me

v. triggers

there will be smut / dark themes written on this blog and will it may not always be tagged so please read at your own risk. all of my muses will be 21+ and i would expect the same as your muses. i will only write smut with muns that are 21+. i am only comfortable writing mxf or fxf smut, but i will still write mxm romance or platonic threads. i will always fade to black if we have mxm smut threads. if you ever feel offended or uncomfortable by something that i post or reblog, notify me and i’ll be glad to tag it for you. here are some things that i refuse to write in threads: miscarriages, abortion. i’m willing to write the causes of some of these situations within the thread, but cannot participate in writing it.

vi. following 

if i haven’t followed you back then i might not of seen that you’ve followed me to begin with so don’t get upset or think i don’t want to write with you. if you’d like for me to follow back then just message me.

vii. activity 

this is important, this blog will have sporadic activity. some days i will be on constantly while others there may be radio silent. i do have my own personal life outside of tumblr, i have a full time job and a family. i have to manage a lot of other responsibilities so i can get extremely busy during the week or even the weekends. don’t rush me for replies or responses, it may take me at least two days to eventually get moving on my drafts. if i haven’t replied to you in over 7+ days then you may come and yell at my dumbass

viii. replies

sometimes i prioritize replies that i have the most muse for in that moment, please don’t take this to heart or think i don’t enjoy our threads. if you ever are wondering how i’m feeling about a thread then always come ask me, i love furthering plots and ships which helps me with replies

ix. muses

some of my muses may be connected in one way or another, please look at their statistics before interacting with any of them to further understand them. if you have any questions about any of my muses then my dms are always open. i also have no problem creating original characters for specific plots if asked, i love world building.

[satvns]

new blog, who dis ? follow me !!

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new blog, who dis ? follow me !!

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new blog, who dis ? follow me !!

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new blog, who dis ? follow me !!

[satvns]

new blog, who dis ? follow me !!

[satvns]

new blog, who dis ? follow me !!

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new blog, who dis ? follow me !!

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new blog, who dis ? follow me !!

[satvns]

tempted to make a new blog and say goodbye to this one

[satvns]

this is happening! i made the blog but not sure if i like the name for it ….. also debating on if i should post drafts here or move them onto my new spot

[satvns]

tempted to make a new blog and say goodbye to this one

[nsevens]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY (2022 - 2025) 3.11 — “At Last”

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“   i   thought   trouble   turned   you   on   .   ”   otherwise   he   wouldn’t   be   messing   around   with   her   ,   right   ?   wouldn’t   keep   on   meeting   her   in   secret   whenever   he   needed   to   blow   off   steam   .   “   what   are   you   going   to   do   about   it   ?   are   you   going   to   punish   me   in   every   room   of   this   house   ?   ”

[satvns]

god , he was in trouble . dorian was much weaker than he ever thought himself to be , getting hard by something as simple as her words . i can't keep doing this , he reminded himself , clinging to last the thread of self control he had left . and yet , his body gravitated towards hers . a low groan rumbled from his throat , “   bend over now . .   ”

[satvns]

i am hoping on the lola and chris train again .. i need more ships of them right now

[tr4cingink]

open to : f . 25 + . muse : ermis stavros . he / him . thirty-eight . heterosexual . an extension of talia bates' world , he's an adjunct professor at the law school where she also teaches part-time . he is also a practicing civil litigator with a boutique firm of his own . based on this plot . open to discussion .

speaking in front of people came naturally to the attorney turned adjunct professor . so when he considered teaching part-time at the local law school it seemed like a no-brainer . within the first week of his arrival , in preparation for his first class he spent some time getting acquainted with the surrounding city . and the people who frequented the local bars and eateries . the food wasn't the only palatable item on the menus and he'd divulged himself in more ways than one the night prior . the memory had barely relieved his psyche of the natural high that came with it . remnants of that moment in time flickering repeatedly amidst the syllabus he was meant to complete and structure months ago . he was a procrastinator . a hidden superpower that had actually made him the high achieving law student that seemingly set him up for success when he entered his very first firm . slipping into this role didn't feel any different to him . if anything it felt more lenient and altering his career at this age was a line he'd been teetering on for awhile now . with a leather briefcase draped over his shoulder , he pushes the large oak wood doors leading to the lecture hall , open . a lecture hall where he'd probe and shape the minds of tomorrow . challenge the homogeneous worldview they'd been handed . force them to break it apart and rebuild it on their own accord . he doesn't waste time , begins spitting out words the instant he makes it past the first few rows of students who've clearly made it their sole mission to avoid the front row at all costs . ❝ good morning . welcome to legal ethics . my name is professor stavros , but you may call me ermis . ❞ he pauses briefly as he finally turns to face the group while placing his briefcase down on the surface of his desk . before he can utter the rest of his thoughts , he finds himself peering into the gaze of a familiar face . no fucking way , he thinks to himself . his attention doesn't falter as he speaks up again ❝ ... if you're brave enough . ❞ he feels his body begin to grow warm as he adjusts the cuffs of his shirt . ❝ our first topic ? conflict of interest . ❞

[satvns]

the professor’s voice rang in her ears as he approached the front of the classroom , attracting the attention of students who were in their seats . classmates shifting forward , eager to catch a glimpse of the new addition to the faculty . whispers rippling through the crowd filled with rumors of who he was , his reputation , how brilliant he was supposed to be . though , thea wasn’t paying much attention to any of that gossip . her boyfriend’s murmurs against her ear was enough to occupy her , his arm draped over her shoulder kept her tugged into his world . her focus was on him until the mention of the other’s name dragged her from her thoughts . her spine went rigid , breathe caught in her throat . the arm wrapped over her had suddenly turned into stone . she lifted her gaze to the man standing at the podium . her heart jumping inside her chest , all the voices around her dissolving into static as her mind pulled her into their previous shared moment . memories came rushing in too fast , the heat of the night with her skin on his . her drunken laughter muffled between kisses , the sound of his voice tangling with hers in soft gasps and moans . his name repeated over and over and over like a prayer . ermis she could still remember how the word tasted on her tongue . her gaze darted to her notebook , knuckles whitening around her pencil as she tried to on his lecture than him

[satvns]

silly question! but if you haven’t already replied to our thread is it safe to assume it’s one that’s been dropped? i don’t want to message you about starting a new one if it’s not necessary!

not a silly question at all! i still have a few replies drafted that i haven't dropped but if you wanna know if i dropped a thread we had then please message me <3

[gvardrail]

to watch my brother marry her, was his thought, but he instead replied, "supposed to? well, marriage, i suppose. but who knows in reality." he knew, in reality, that that could not be. "your knowledge or lack thereof on the subject is of no matter to me," edward admitted, "who you are is... magnificent regardless." the way she spoke to him, told him the things on her mind, the way she composed herself, the things she was interested in — those are the things that drew him to her. the physical attraction was undeniable, of course, but she appealed to him on an intellectual and emotional level too. as their foreheads met, he slid his hands to her lower back, drawing her in closer as she teased him. edward chuckled, "would you travel to london to see me in the opera?" with harry, was the unspoken remainder of the sentence. here, in this moment between them, harry didn't exist. even if his shadow loomed, right now it felt as if they were the only two in the world. "if i kissed you again... would you run?" and he wouldn't blame her if she wanted to. he shouldn't even suggest such a thing, but they were so close and their lips mere millimeters apart. "our last kiss..." he trailed off, the memory still front of mind, "it was..." words could not aptly describe it.

[satvns]

that was how it was supposed to be, meet someone, fall in love, marry yet for them, nothing would ever be that simple. “i suppose we must notify the church at once,” she begun, “there is to be a wedding immediately.” a joke, of course, that's all this was, right? it started with the book and now into this. her gaze lingered on him, a faint shiver beneath her skin. “would you not prefer to be with a woman who is.. experienced, one who knows what she is doing?” until him, such matters behind bedroom door had never stirred her thoughts, but she knew he had been with others, there was a list of women who made their mark on him, no doubt. guinevere's mind being the only thing that set her apart from the rest. “only if you promise to reserve the best seat for me,” her lips curled into a smile. her gaze flickering to his mouth for the briefest moment. she could still feel the touch of his lips. that moment of him claiming her seared into her memory, her lips tingled with that familiar desperate ache to feel his again. she shook her head gently, “no,” she whispered, “i will not run..” her chest tightened as she searched his eyes, “but will you regret it?” her lips brushed against his. it had to be the wine encouraging her, her thoughts dissolving as her mouth found his, melting into him before he could speak again.