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okay but someone do a plot with me where i play the “underground” fighter who’s always getting roughed up and almost constantly has a black eye or a broken nose and that’s the way he earns money and he keeps coming into the ER and there’s always a nurse there patching him up and they’re the sweetest person ever and he just 😍😍😍 after them

[myxsweetxlord-archive-deactivat]

OK SO what about a plot where muse a is a waitress or something and she’s working a shift one night and like this group of super hot cops come in and she has to be their waitress and she’s trying to not act weird but she can’t help it and they notice it and are teasing her about it, but muse b is doing it a lot more than the other too and like maybe the diner requires her to wear skates and maybe she like stumbles and ends up spilling like soda, water, etc. on muse b’s crotch and she’s like ‘omigod omigod omigod’ and he just thinks it’s cute and funny and so he leaves her his number on a napkin and maybe she panics and doesn’t text him because she thinks he’s intimidating AND THEN MAYBE THE NIGHT DAY SHE LIKE LOST A BET OR SOMETHING AND HER FRIENDS MAKE HER GO SKINNY DIPPING IN THE LAKE EVEN THOUGH IT’S TRESPASSING AND THEN THE POLICE COME AND HER FRIENDS DITCH HER AND OH SHIT IT’S MUSE B AND SHE LIKE COMES OUT OF THE WATER TO SEE HIM STANDING ON THE DOCK AND HE’S LIKE ‘why didn’t you text me?’

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PSA: i tend to have more muse on a general basis for my female characters BUT i also love my male ones and if you feel like i’m not giving your ladies enough love, just lmk and i’ll break out the boys !! 

P.S. also,,,,,,,,,,lesbians

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sideliines‌:

✄ — based

it was always painfully obvious when random ass, stuck up rich kids were in town. they all dressed the same and acted like they had some superiority over the locals. and being that the town was so fucking small, it was inevitable that he came across them every summer. as usual,  ruby was sitting on the edge of the lifeguard tower with his legs hanging over the side and his arms folded on one of the levels of the fencing while his best friend was lifeguarding. his perpetually half-lidded eyes were scanning the area and then he heard a whiny voice coming from nearby. ruby couldn’t help but let out one of those scoffs that sounded like a lazy chuckle. “babe it’s just like, sand. you gotta relax.” he interjected, his voice lazy and calm. “and i mean, you’re like, on the beach. what d’you expect to happen?” ruby asked, scratching the top of his head.

vacation time is the best time of year for clem. she gets away from her stupid house with her stupid parents and all her stupid overrated friends - except for the ones she invited along on the trip so she could make good instagram posts and keep their snap scores high. it’s a relief, a freedom to get away from the flash and pomp and circumstance of LA and the pressure of being a famous kid. it’s also fucking miserable trying to find a spot on the goddamn beach that isn’t going to leave her full of sand and itching for the next week. “relax?” she huffs as she hears the voice, lipstick - yes, makeup on the beach - painted lips curling up into a scowl. “it’s gross. i wanted a beach resort with mojitos, not sand in my designer bikini.”

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ofginjxints‌:

open starter for females criminals on the run. maybe she’s a good girl, maybe she’s a bad girl - you decide.

“Isn’t that why you love me?” Anthony teased, heart still pounding from the thrill of the chase, though he were sure they were out of the thick of it now. They were at a rather unassuming motel - absolutely nowhere the normally lavish mobster would reside. With blinds closed and the room paid for the night, they could finally pause for a moment. It was perfect. “You never know what’s coming next, hm?” He finally placed the gun on the bedside table and wrapped one hand around her waist. “Definitely more fun than your last boyfriend.”

callie is a completely helpless, hopeless, utterly devoted romantic down to the very heart of her and if that’s the reason she’s so completely smitten with anthony, well, she’s not about to question it. he makes her feel alive and adored and it’s more wonderful than she’s ever felt in her entire life. sure, maybe she’s not really suited for his life of violent crime, but she’s more than happy to tag along as arm candy as long as it means she gets as much of his attention as he’s willing to give. “definitely,” she hums, lips curled up into a smile and doe brown eyes gazing up at him with adoration. “that was so...you’re so...mmm!” a shiver rolls through her, followed by a small giggle. “i’ve never felt so alive.”

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ofginjxints‌:

open starter for females anthony is a mobster your muse’s family has injured & taken hostage, your muse has taken pity and is looking after him (florence nightingale effect)

Everything was still hazy, he knew exactly what had happened, yet all at same he had no idea what had happened. He had made enough enemies in his time to know something like this were plausible, hell even in this state he could name at least twenty people who would’ve wanted him dead. He had half expected himself to at least be half dead, but instead he found himself laid in a strange bed with wrists not quite tied down but restrained. What he ultimately had not expected at all was somebody dabbing at his forehead with what he assumed was a wet towel.

“Huh…what…?”

so, iona is a manipulator - a liar, deceiver and every other word that someone could plaster onto her. in this business, after all, she firmly believes that brawn will fail long before brains do and she plans on taking full advantage of that. that’s why she’s at anthony’s bedside, soft pink dress on and blonde hair pulled back out of her face as she dabs at his injuries. they must sting, she knows, but it was never enough to kill him; that would ruin the whole plan and she’d have to start over. 

“good morning, sleepyhead,” she hums, a faux-nervous laugh rolling out of her. “don’t move too much - you’ll just make it worse.” a slow sigh escapes her throat and she sits back slightly, giving him a chance to adjust without her crowding him. “i’m sorry about this. my father has a...well, less than delicate touch.” her father - not his true status at all - is a figurehead for her, someone to take the fall so she can enact her plans without quite so much scrutiny.

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pcrish‌:

What an eyeopening experience this was.

The only thing Josiah had occupied with for the past few weeks were paperwork and bargains. There hadn’t been any time to participate in his own rink, and by the time he decided to let loose a little - he had grown a bit rustier than he would’ve liked. 

What his magic could do was devastating, but it was hard to find the balance between killing someone too fast and having fun.As unfortunate as it may be, for the sake of his own entertainment, he had accidentally severed the man’s central vertebrae after nearly getting hit. Not a finger had been laid upon the other fighter before it was all over. The man died instantly and collapsed onto the floor. The match was over far too soon for anyone’s liking. His included. 

Then again, his opponent did inject a few serums that boosted the other’s agility and strength, but that wasn’t really an excuse on his part. It was disappointing to say in the least, but Josiah just shrugged it off and exited the scene. The body would be dealt with, the area would be mopped clean per usual, and the days would go on. 

He remembered the days where he had fought constantly within his own underground system. And, oh, how skillful he had been with tactics. The crowd would go wild every time he stepped onto the stage, but now he was often seen within the confines of his office. What a pity that was. It left a bad feel in his mind, but he tried not to think about it as he went outside. 

Josiah found some solace in the late night air. A cigarette was lit and stuck in between his lips, and he enjoyed the chilled breeze that drifted by. He didn’t have to look over to know that someone else was nearby; all thanks to the nuances of his abilities. 

“Comments? Concerns?” Josiah asked absently while he flicked the ashes onto the pavement.

OPEN STARTER  ◈ ANY CONNECTION  ◈ MUTUALS & NON-MUTUALS

a thousand years ago, amitiel would have never dared ventured near a place so depraved and filthy - so atrociously opposed to her holy origins. now? now it seems nothing more than fitting for someone so fallen she might as well leave the rest of her grace rotting in a ditch to be preyed upon by wild things. if nothing else, she knows that none of her kin would come anywhere near a den of violence and sin, not without orders from their father, and that means safety.

careful eyes watch the violence as it unfolds, but it’s over quick enough for her to feel the radiating disappointment from the crowd around her. there’s a sting in her gut too, an ache she still hesitates to confess to; she wants more violence, more bloody visions of anger turned raw to the sounds of flesh rending and bones shattering. it’s not angelic to feel so much rage, but it’s there inside of her like a festering wound and she has yet to find any sort of cure for the infection.

skittering feet move out into the rink, moving to clean up the blood and the corpse to make way for the next act. perhaps it will be more satisfying. a long moment of contemplation washes through her as she considers the idea of watching another round, but the ache in her is too much to swallow down for the time being and she chooses to excuse herself in search of fresh air and the chill that might wipe the heat from her before it gets to be too much to forgive.

the sound of a voice isn’t surprising, but the source is - a monster on all counts but still someone she’s been distantly curious about for some time now. like a child learning about the world, she supposes; that’s the way she approaches the darkness. “the crowd was bored,” she admits, painful honesty always present. “more of an execution than a fight. i did not mind but i think you can do better.”

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trcnquillus‌:

open to: m/f/nb plot: supernatural verse! alexander is a vampire who owns a super popular night club in new york city. your muse is an employee of his who’s found out about his secret. 

“are you scared?” he asked. alexander was taken aback when confronted him, but had since regained his composure. he looked them over. he’d become quite fond of them since they began working for him, and he was disappointed that it was about to come to an end. there was no way he’d be able to keep them, not without risking exposure. 

it’d be a lie to say that she isn’t scared. sure, there’s magic in her veins and some might even call her a witch, but she doesn’t know nearly enough to do more than party tricks. either way, sparks on the tips of her fingers is nothing compared to a vampire and, well, whatever alexander might be capable. “i’m...” her voice fails and she sucks in a sharp breath. story can’t lie, but she doesn’t want to admit her fear. “should i be scared?”

[halscy1x1-blog]

you’re lying to yourself if you don’t want a “i’m your older brother’s best friend” plot

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trackoftimc‌.

⇒ based. ⇒ open to females.

luke ran as fast as he could when he got that call. his heart was beating so fast that he thought he would end up by being a patient on that hospital as well, instead of the visitor. even though they had broken up, luke never stopped worrying about her, because that was a constant in his life. days went by and there he was: standing by her side and holding her hand, until… “hey, you woke up” he said, trying to hide the huge smile on his face and letting go of her hand “i… i thought you…” he stopped talking, clearing out his throat. “anyway. i’m- uh… glad you’re fine.”

maybe it shouldn’t be too shocking that cassie got into a car accident - not with the way that she tends to drive - but that’s not to say that her lack of shock makes the pain any less. maybe that’s why she’s grateful that it seems to be several days later when she finally pries her eyes open, blinking a few times as she adjusts to the bright white of the florescent lights. everything hurts, right down to the core of her, but she’s alive and...apparently not alone. when her eyes adjust and her brain catches up with the world enough to process that someone’s speaking, it’s more than a little startling to realize who it was at her bedside. “i, uh...yeah,” she groans, blinking hard again. “it takes a little more than a BMW to kill me. but, more importantly, why...why are you here?” it’s not that she doesn’t want to see him - because god knows she always does - but, well, exes aren’t usually prone to doing something like this. 

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“come on, i’m begging you.” she’s not exaggerating - there’s desperation in her voice despite how much she hates to admit to needing help. “just let me stay with you tonight. i swear i’ll be gone tomorrow, i just gotta...i gotta find some way to get some cash because that fucker stole my wallet. please? i’ll do fucking anything, i swear to god.”

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picassoxbaby‌.

➯ open to f / m

“… you know i don’t love her anymore but you can’t ask me to leave her, i just can’t — i give you everything you want and need so why can’t that just be enough?”

“if you don’t love her,” clary begins, straining on the word ‘love’ like it leaves a bitter taste on her lips. “then leaving should be easy. i’m a lawyer - a fucking good one - so you don’t have to worry about her taking any of your crap.” a low sigh leaves her, chest heaving as she presses her lips into a thin, frustrated line. “because i’m tired of being your side chick. it’s exhausting and i hate...i hate thinking about you going back home to her all the time.”

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hey hey hey !! new blog, old writer eager to get back into rp and way to impatient to finish up my full massive muse page before getting into the thick of things so smash that mf like button and i’ll check out your open starters and give them some love !!

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xx

[alarumcera]

-“14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” by David ‘Doc’ Luben

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please…stop…

[lydiaasher-blog]

is your body heavy from the people who have walked all over it?