Stay the night;

Indie rp. Multimuse. Multi-ship. Sideblog so expect a different follow back. I only do mature themes here, which includes age-gap, incest, smut. If you do not like it, do not follow.

[shewritcsx]

–Hello hello! I’m back guys, i’m back. I was in the middle of a move so I couldn’t really log in and do much of anything. To top it off, i’ve been sick and lastly, work has been chaotic as well as school.

Like this post if you would still like me to respond to our old threads.

Also, I really really want to RP against a Penn Badgley and Henry Cavill so like this post if you’d like to use any of those two babes against my muses – be it fxm or mxm. 

[shewritcsx]

--Hello hello! I’m back guys, i’m back. I was in the middle of a move so I couldn’t really log in and do much of anything. To top it off, i’ve been sick and lastly, work has been chaotic as well as school.

Like this post if you would still like me to respond to our old threads.

Also, I really really want to RP against a Penn Badgley and Henry Cavill so like this post if you’d like to use any of those two babes against my muses -- be it fxm or mxm. 

[iknownowmerlin]

[fitzsimmonssource]

fitzsimmons hugs in season 6

[ueberdemnebelmeer]

I play the part of Jimmy Walker, who’s a Northern Irish – I guess you could call him a bit of a con-man, playboy, [a] sort of city brawler with a heart of gold. I think he’s been through a lot, he’s grown up in a place of violence and he’s had to fend for himself physically, I guess, emotionally. What means most to him in the world right now, here and now, is his family, it’s his motivation, his son, his wife.

Colin Morgan for Audible UK, from The Vault: a Behind the Scenes Look

[shewritcsx]

Let me play Jensen Ackles against someone. I think i’m adding him as a muse! 

He’s just as broken as Dean Winchester is (maybe a bit worse cus I love torturing my muses) Just be 18+. I don’t mind if it’s mxm or mxf, but let me play Jensen Ackles against someone! 

[shewritcsx]

coated-sugar‌:

The pain of losing his wife haunted Harry everyday of his life; when he had proposed, he had thought he had found the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, that everyday he would see her when he woke up, that her eyes would the last thing in his gaze before he drifted off to sleep. It had started off as a cold, something innocuous, they didn’t worry, but one week later she had passed, leaving him behind with a young child to raise. And he couldn’t – he couldn’t stay in the house he shared with her. So first he sent her to a ladies seminar to be educated, and when she was too old for it, to his sister’s to be presented to society; everything she needed he gave her, letters that made sure she would be welcomed into any party, money for the best dresses; he wouldn’t deny her a thing.

Except, his presence. And really, he had been right to do that. After years of irregular meetings, she had been back at the house, her sweet laughter and dark hair a mirror image of her mother’s, and one day, he kissed her with scotch filled lips; imagining she was her mother. A ghost haunting him, but he had been so overjoyed that he had grabbed her immediately, pressing her tightly against him, tongue plundering her mouth as his fingers started to reacquaint themselves with her body. It had only been after a few minutes, after her response was so different from the one in his memories, that he realized that this wasn’t a kiss or a ghost, but his own flesh and blood. 

The next morning he left.

When it became clear that his behavior of shunning his own daughter was affecting their reputations, did he make the decision to move back to the estate and officiate her return home. In a moment of incredible stupidity, he had told the footman to ready the Mistress’s old chambers for Grace. Isolated for a reason, it had two entranced, one in front and one through a hallway connected to his room. It would be a lie to deny he hadn’t thought of that night many times after it, sometimes he would wake up from a vivid dream, where he had continued kissing her, had pushed her into the table and dragged the front of her dress down, with his hand on his cock and her name on his lips. 

And now she was sleeping on the room next door.

“Of course.” he replied pleasantly. “You can change whatever you want, its your room after all , I want you to be comfortable.” a beat passed, silence stretching between them before he added. “I know I haven’t exactly been the most welcoming, but I do want you to be happy in this house, for however long you live here.” with her beauty and the handsome dowry he bestowed upon her, he doubted she would stay here long, a suitor would probably sweet her off her feet soon. The thought didn’t fill him with as much calm as he thought it would.

He would be the master of his own emotions, put it past him and forget it ever happened. There as no need to dwell on that night.

His words were gentle, and not in the least bit hostile, yet it would still feel wrong to do as he said. It was her mother’s room after all-- someone her father had loved. The thought of her father and her mother always roused questions, but Grace never had a chance to ask. He was never around -- not that she blamed him. He was a very busy man, as her aunt had described many times in the past. “Thank you.” is all she could say in response. Whether she was thanking him for the permission he had granted her, or the room, or just for the mere fact that he was still standing there -- she didn’t know. But she felt content and a part of her truly hoped he’d stay for dinner. 

“Oh no, auntie had told me you had lots of work you needed to stay on top of, so I understand. You did receive my letters though, yes?” she asked. Granted, she didn’t know how to pick up a pen after that kiss, she wouldn’t stop speaking to her father. She just hoped he was able to read all of her letters.

Her letters-- gosh the times she wanted to tell him of her dreams, but her letters felt too secretive and she was afraid if anyone were to read them. She wished to tell her father of the nights she shamelessly sat in bed thinking about his lips and what more would have happened if he hadn’t stopped. She wished to tell him of the way her fingers unraveled her, all while imagining her father’s touch, his voice, his smell as she came undone. It was all too wrong to say, yet she wished she could share those thoughts with him. 

           For however long you live here those words had caught her off guard slightly. “Are you expecting me to leave so soon? I am looking for work, but not too far off from here where i’d have to leave .” she clarified. With her studies finished and out of the way, her goal was to search for work -- for someone who’d hire her to teach. Her aunt had explained how she must be married soon, but Grace always shook that thought away. She didn’t educate herself to be married to someone else, that didn’t make sense.

--And she’d be damned if her father mentioned the same thing. “Care for something to eat? Any special requests?” Gracie asked in hopes to change the subject before marriage did become the subject. “I had an idea, maybe we can make something together.” Again, this was just her way of hoping to spend more time with him before he hurried off to be some place else.

[shewritcsx]

Okay I really, really, really wanna do something taboo or sinister with my Betty against an Archie. Are there any Betty x Archie shippers that want to rp? Like this post!

[shewritcsx]

Hello indie, 1x1 -- I am back! It has been a while but I am back. Let’s write! 

I am looking for many plots. fxf, mxf, mxm -- any and all! I will be updating my page soon. I don’t know when, but I do want to add more muses! If you’d like to rp, please like this post or come message me!

[shewritcsx]

@coated-sugar​

It didn’t take much convincing before her belongings were being moved to her mother’s room. Then again it wasn’t Grace’s idea to begin with but her father’s. Things were complicated when it came to him -- Gracie loved her father, always had and always will, but she didn’t know him. She rarely remembered her mother before she passed away and soon after she was sent off to a boarding school. 

It had happened months ago when her father had taken her in a harsh manner, due to his own poor stupor and forced his lips on hers. While many would find that incredulous, Gracie hadn’t told anyone about it. She did think about that kiss often, but was never able to speak to her father about it. He didn’t exactly make himself available afterwards and it wasn’t hard to understand why.

--But it didn’t bother her; It never did and the more she thought about it, the more she had wished for more. Maybe not in that moment, not when the kiss had felt so sloppy and drunken and not the least bit magical, but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. 

It was as if her thoughts had been broken when she heard her father’s voice from across the hall. She pushed a box with many of her books aside and headed out of her mother’s-- her room. “Hello father, I didn’t hear you come in.” she spoke upon seeing him down the hall. A part of her hoped that he would stop for a while. Her eyes trailed down to his lips almost instantly, part of her hoping she’d be able to taste him again. “The room is almost all ready, I just have to unpack some of my personal items, but I haven’t changed much around. Would you like to see?” she asked.

[shewritcsx]

GUYS,

A friend of mine has opened up an RP and she has worked so hard on it. Please come give us a shot. It’s a mature RP based in LV, Nevada. The plotline deals with mafia/mobsters, but that can be exciting.

I applied for the Colin Morgan FC but we need 4 more apps to open. PLEASE GIVE ME MERLIN FCS. 

OC’s are welcomed and accepted and we have some premades, so come and check us out here -- Blood is thicker

*** I may be tagging the indie rp comm just in case any of you enjoy group rp’s are free to check it out. I won’t spam the dash though, but give it a try.

[shewritcsx]

ofmorgana‌:

Perplexed, Morgan took another glance. It felt like a catalyst, like everything strange happening led up to this. The strange bursts of air when she met Gwen, the fire thrumming through her veins when she met Arthur years ago, and now there seemed to be a force she could feel. She’d never assume her magic of a past life was coming back, she just figured it was strange nightmares.

But she swore she could’ve recognized him too.

“You do too now that I think about it.”

It’s as if he could see the recognition in her eyes. Recognizing him, recognizing herself. It was a risk -- a big one at that, to be standing before one who used to be a high priestess. But now, there was no turning back was there? She knew-- there’s no way she couldn’t have known. 

“Perhaps we just have those commons faces you see around anywhere, yeah?” 

He wasn’t going to admit it, not just yet. There was a part of him that needed to be heard, just not like this. Not right now.

[shewritcsx]

“-------- It’s nothing. It’s just, you remind me of someone.”

[sagamemes]

negative soulmate aus for all you angsts. aka when being together with your soulmate, or having one at all, comes with a cost

only a soulmate can see your scars

you can’t touch your soulmate. you can try, but you physically can not bring any part of yourself closer than an inch away from them. you can be close, but never quite there.

once you’ve met your soulmate, your timer gets a new number it’s counting down to. this is the last time you’ll ever see your soulmate. only you can see your own number.

bonus: you just asked your soulmate for their number, and you realise your numbers don’t match

you have a timer that shows you for how long you have to live. this number changes and mostly estimates based on conscious or unconscious decisions a few minutes after making the decision: driving to visit your grandparents might make the number go to just hours but deciding on the road that no, you have enough fuel to not stop at the gas station you usually stop by makes it go to thirty years. you can’t see the number when you are within 10 metres of your soulmate, so your future is always unknown when you’re with them—and so is theirs.

once you’ve touched your soulmate for the first time, something as small as a poke or a brush of finger is enough to make you feel warm and happy and energised. the negative side effect? you need to be touched by them because being without even a small touch for long enough can and will kill you.

every time you tell a lie, your soulmate gets a painful tally mark scar on their body

you are immortal until the moment you meet your soulmate

[spellman-witches]

I have a boyfriend. Yes but you also have two natures. You go to two schools.

[shewritcsx]

rps-random-writing‌:

He was an idiot. Jughead Jones could no longer deny the fact. Sure, his grades were excellent and he was the editor of the school paper for a reason, but the dark haired boy had just made one of the stupidest decisions of his life. He slept with his sister. Yes, Betty was not his sister by blood. They were merely step siblings, brother and sister by marriage only. He felt sick just thinking about what they had done. Jughead didn’t care that Betty had a boyfriend or was head cheerleader. He still wanted her.

He quietly made his way to the dining table and slowly took a seat, his gaze on Betty. Some how, this was even worse than being in his room picturing there last encounter. Jughead couldn’t get those images out of his head and their parents being in the same room did not help. He was so lost in his own thoughts that Jughead almost missed what Betty was saying completely. He shook his head as he met her eye and shrugged. “And I should care because?” Of course he cared, but he couldn’t let Betty know that. Not when his goal was to…well he wasn’t sure what his goal was. Jughead still wanted Betty but he should just forget that anything happened. Right?

She wasn’t surprised when she heard his own response, nor did it affect her all too much either. This was good, maybe he would much rather hate her than acknowledge the fact that they had sex. In response, she found herself shrugging at first before reaching over for the glass of orange juice. “okay good.” is all she could say. He didn’t care. she told herself, which meant that she should stop caring too. Which only brought her to her next internal question -- why did she care? 

“Are you done with breakfast?” she asked after finishing her glass of orange juice. “--because if you are, then we should get going.” after all he was her ride to school. Just not after school, besides, maybe she should have a word with him, but away from their parents. Betty stood up and grabbed her back pack, she kissed her mother and father good bye before waiting on Jughead. “I really can’t be late for math. Are you coming?” she asked, a bit too eager to get with him alone.

[shewritcsx]

@dirtvsinncrs

Her phone had been going off with continuous texts from her boyfriend, asking for her to sneak out tonight. Rather than responding at all, she placed her phone at her desk and headed out of her room. She was sure her parents were in bed by now so they wouldn’t check in on her or Cas, and once she made it to his bedroom, she gave it a soft knock as she waited for Caspian. Honestly, she wouldn’t have been waiting outside his room if it weren’t for the night before. Their first kiss; They had to talk about it, she couldn’t just leave it alone. Instead of waiting for much longer, she turned the door knob and invited herself in. “--Sorry, I was afraid mom would find out I was awake and demand I go back to sleep if I waited too long.” she added after closing the door gently behind her. 

                         “Are you awake, or were you going to head off to bed?”