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“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” -J.R.R Tolkien (written by katie she/her, 29, goblin person)

[somebrokenfate]

i'm katie/bamsy (30, she/her). and this is my multimuse blog. I've been on and off the Tumblr RP space since 2011/2012. I'd love to write with you.

rules - muse page - starters - wishlist - about me :)

[somebrokenfate]

my muse is just...not here right now. the custody agreement changed with my kiddos so i have them more (which is good) but i'm still getting used to it. hopefully this weekend i can knock out replies

[somebrokenfate]

open to: anyone (m for romantic) plot: anything, im a slut for ships tho…..maggie isn’t always nice and sweet.

“Mama, mama,” Asher tugged on the edge of his mothers shirt, pulling her attention away from the laundry she was folding and giving her son a hum of acknowledgment. The five year old pointed at the person that had joined them in the apartment complex's’ laundry room, up until this point it had just been Maggie and her twins, Asher bouncing off the walls and Xavier playing with Legos.

Asher leaned in towards his mom and whispered, “I’m gonna show ‘em my light up shoes.” Before Maggie could even respond, he was darting up to other and introducing himself. “Hi! My names Asher and I have light up shoes. Look,” He proceeded to jump up and down, beaming with pride as his shoes lit up.

Maggie erupted in laughter, “He really loves those shoes,” She told her neighbor before turning back to folding her clothes. That was the most she’d ever spoken to the other despite living in the same building for going on five years now. She wasn’t exactly the most open or social person, but around her children, she became a different person.

[somebrokenfate]

open to any plot: ‘you came’ 'you called’ but make it toxic

Trey shoved his hands in pockets, nodding his head as he listened to the officers warning. He almost rolled his eyes, he never did something so crazy that he couldn’t be bailed out and he had all the bail money in the world. He gave a few polite 'yes sir’s and 'won’t happen again officer’s although everyone knew that he was full of shit. His nose was still sore from one of the punches that managed to land but the stiffness in his knuckles reminded him that he won that fight.

He smiled as he pushed past the door, the fresh air felt good on his face but his attention was drawn elsewhere. “Almost didn’t expect you to come this time.”

[somebrokenfate]

open to: f plot: high school sweethearts/exes/freinds that were in a will they won’t they type thing/just old angsty drama love stuff

Cam pushed his tongue against his teeth, leaning against the shopping cart as he pushed it through the store. He had to restock his nephews’ fruit snack stash, or his sister was going to hang him from the fire escape. He kept his head down, hoping to not be recognized by anyone. He hated being back in the neighborhood he grew up in almost as much as he hated sleeping in his sister’s coat closet. He’d left to travel for a reason. He was writing and traveling, and having the time of his life.

Until he got drunk and high in Italy and almost caused an international incident. He lost everything, all his assets, his job. Nowhere to go, and now he was back here.

His head was down, and he was paying so little attention that he ran into someone. “Oh shit….” He muttered, about to give a half-hearted apology, when he saw her. “Well, fuck.”

[somebrokenfate]

open to f plot: he had a fling with your muse while he was on tour, and now he’s back home with his child and his wife

“Look, look, I get it. I’m an asshole, I’m horrible. Scum of the earth, truly. You can come back tomorrow, and you can yell at me all you want, but you really can’t be here right now,” James looked back at the house, it was the middle of bathtime for his daugter when the other showed up, his sleeves rolled up and still wet after he had to quickly get Ellie in PJs and in her crib. “How’d you even find my house?”

[somebrokenfate]

open to: m plot: our muses dated for a couple years and we’re pretty serious but broke up when piper moved across the country to pursue her education. they run into each other after years at a bookshop

“Oh my goodness!” Piper smiled up at him, picking up the books that had dropped from her hands when she ran into him. “I am so sorry that I ran into you, but I’m so happy to see you again! How are you? What have you been up to? Why are you here…are you visiting? Did you move? " What…?” she started laughing, covering her mouth with a book. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I should give a minute to answer.”

[somebrokenfate]

open: to anyone with a penis Plot: ‘what are we’ but in the weirdest way possible (i promise this isn’t inherently sexual, she’s just strange. This would be in the early stages of a relationship, or even a fwb type thing, and she's testing the waters."

“Penis’ are fascinating,” Toothbrush hanging from her mouth, Chloe leans against the bathroom countertop, watching the other as she scrubs her teeth. “Like not even sexually,” she spits into the sink, “I just have so many questions and curiosities and every time I try to ask them, it just always gets turned sexual. And then I oblige because sex is great, right, but then my question is never answered.” She shakes her head in disappointment.

“I’ve seen yours enough that we’re on a first-name basis. He’s a pretty cool guy; I like him a lot. I also think you’re pretty neat, and I guess what I’m asking is do you think I’m cool enough to let me hold it while you pee?”

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open to: m plot: fwb, romantic partners ( i would love fluffy smut)

Dottie leaned against the door frame, watching as he worked away at the computer. He’d been working more than usual, and it was something she admired about him, but now she was starting to worry. “Hey,” She spoke softly, and when he barely acknowledged her, she made her way over to the desk. Her fingers gently tilted his head up to look at her, “Hey, don’t shut me out. I’m worried about you.” Her fingers moved from his chin to his hair, manicured nails scratching gently at his scalp. “How can I help? What do you need me to do?”

[somebrokenfate]

open: m, any age muse: nari park, 24-29ish, depending, social media influencer (books, food, beauty, and travel content), sweetheart. plot: an established relationship, could be someone famous or someone not. nothing taboo please

Nari stood in front of her mirror, her nose scrunched and her teeth worrying her bottom lip until the skin was raw. She was fussing with her hair, figuring out how best to frame her face or maybe push it behind her ear. She was obviously nervous; she was never really bold when it came to initiating anything with her partner, but now she was worried. Would he think she’s not interested? Because she was, very much so.

Which was why she had bought the lingerie set she was wearing. She thought it looked pretty when she saw it in the shop, but now, looking at it on her, she wasn’t so sure. She had half a mind to take it off and throw it to the back of her closet. Until she saw him, making eye contact through the mirror. “Oh,” a blush creeping over her cheeks. “Hi. Do you like it?”

[somebrokenfate]

gonna repost some starters, and then I should be able to get to replies either later tonight or tomorrow

[somebrokenfate]

open to anyone plot: sunshine x grumpy (cam is grump)

Cam pressed his palms into his eyes, wandering into the kitchen from his ‘room’ (Maggie had converted her large storage closet into a makeshift bedroom; it only fit his bed, a lamp, and a nightstand. All his books and clothes were stored in plastic bins in the hallway.) He grabbed a bag of fruit snacks, popping one into his mouth when he was startled by the presence of someone else. His sister had mentioned something about a friend coming over to watch the boys while she picked up a shift at the diner.

He slowly chewed the fruit snack before swallowing, “You Mags’ friend?” God he hoped so. Cute girls robbing his sister wasn’t the way he wanted to start his day but he could roll with those punches.

[somebrokenfate]

open to: m plot: fwb, romantic partners ( i would love fluffy smut)

Dottie leaned against the door frame, watching as he worked away at the computer. He’d been working more than usual, and it was something she admired about him, but now she was starting to worry. “Hey,” She spoke softly, and when he barely acknowledged her, she made her way over to the desk. Her fingers gently tilted his head up to look at her, “Hey, don’t shut me out. I’m worried about you.” Her fingers moved from his chin to his hair, manicured nails scratching gently at his scalp. “How can I help? What do you need me to do?”

[somebrokenfate]

open: m, any age muse: nari park, 24-29ish, depending, social media influencer (books, food, beauty, and travel content), sweetheart. plot: an established relationship, could be someone famous or someone not. nothing taboo please

Nari stood in front of her mirror, her nose scrunched and her teeth worrying her bottom lip until the skin was raw. She was fussing with her hair, figuring out how best to frame her face or maybe push it behind her ear. She was obviously nervous; she was never really bold when it came to initiating anything with her partner, but now she was worried. Would he think she’s not interested? Because she was, very much so.

Which was why she had bought the lingerie set she was wearing. She thought it looked pretty when she saw it in the shop, but now, looking at it on her, she wasn’t so sure. She had half a mind to take it off and throw it to the back of her closet. Until she saw him, making eye contact through the mirror. “Oh,” a blush creeping over her cheeks. “Hi. Do you like it?”

[kittywriites]

— open ;; all — connection ;; old classmate/neighbor, etc.

"So, confession time," Jesse declared, one hand rapping ringed fingers against the bar as the other brought his next shot up to his lips. He downed the liquid courage ( not that he needed it so much anymore ) and angled his body towards theirs. "I had the world's biggest, most obnoxious, most pathetic crush on you back in school."

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Piper furrowed her eyebrows, "Me? I was such a nerd." She couldn't help but laugh. "I had those big stupid glasses that took up like half my face." She shook her head. "I can't believe that. I can't believe I didn't notice. I kept a pretty close eye on you, for crush-related reasons."

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@corilash asked: 🔁

Song - Hope You're Not Happy by Ashe

"It looks like you're doing well," Jackie pursed her lips, awkwardly shifting her weight from her heels to the balls of her feet. "It looks liek you found someone else." Her tongue is pressed against her teeth, struggling to keep her words to herself. She could fake niceness with almost anyone, but with how he left her, how he ended things, she hoped he wasn't happy. No matter all the well wishes, she hoped he got angry, still remembered her, and she hoped he never forgot how he had wronged her.

Without realizing it, the words "I hope you're not happy ever again," slipped past her lips and hung in the air between them.

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@orumad asked

"You’re playing with my patience." / from angel to whichever muse would work best for a body guard plot!

Piper scrunched her nose up and furrowed her brow. She hated that her father had gotten her a bodyguard. She just wanted to go to her university classes, to spend time with her friends, without having someone shadowing her all the time. "And you're playing with mine," The words slipped past her lips, more irritation lacing them than she was used to.