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mumu blog for milo & isabel // shady grove closed group

[spooksgrove]

COMPREHENSIVE PINNED DETAILS FOR SHADY GROVE CLOSED RP  !! 

if you still haven’t sent in your muse info or blog but want to participate ,,  get me this info by tomorrow ( sunday ) when we will begin writing !!  i do not have access to ims/messages on this account still thanks to tumblr shadowban ,, so communicate with me through inbox messages pls !!!!!!!

don’t use any problematic fcs pls- if you have to ask, assume the answer is no.

                          **all muses AND fcs must be between ages 32-55**

— wow, i haven’t seen FIRST NAME LAST NAME in ages!  IC PRONOUNCS look(s) just like FACECLAIM now.  did you hear the rumor: SECRET ABOUT YOUR MUSE THAT THEIR FORMER CLASSMATES DON’T KNOW.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( OOC ALIAS/NAME  / discord#id if u want the ooc discord server )

current taken fcs:  bradley cooper  ,,  aubrey plaza  ,,  tom hardy  ,,  gemma chan  ,,  tiffany boone  ,,  roberta colindrez  ,,  daniel henney  ,,  oliver jackson-cohen  ,,  jessica chastain  ,,  phillipa soo  ,,  anna diop  ,,  nathalie emmanuel  ,,  jenny slate  ,,  ben barnes  ,,  daveed diggs

here’s how it’s going to work:

there will be a short term writing group ( ~2-4 weeks depending on how much we wanna keep going ) about muses who are adults ( 32-55 yrs old ) renting a large haunted airbnb house together as they go back to their hometown to attend their high school reunion.  there can be angsty, dramatic, fun connections all around but all muses are loosely tied together as part of a former high school friend group. 

here is the link to the full plot !!

basics for the closed group:

ideally we’ll have 5-15 muns;  all muns must be 18+

muns can play 1 or 2 muses if they wish

everyone will need to make a dedicated blog for the duration of the group to keep things clean

super low pressure— the group will NOT have a traditional “main”, no formal rules, no admin oversight or activity checks

similar to indie rp  ( i will organize this and get everyone together/make plot announcements, but i will not be babysitting yall so pls be aware of that ♡ )

all ic interactions will take place on tumblr dash

follow list - will update as yall send me ur muse accounts !!  

@falsd

@burninghoused

@spooksgrove

@rachel–goldmann

@ericak

@hxmlocks

@zoeyfms

@aminatheebelle

@jemandtonic

@spooksat

@burnthcwitch​

tag all muse intros with shadyintro ,, tag all open starters with shadyopen.  you can link these in the appropriate discord channels as well !! 

full muse list: 

— wow, i haven’t seen MARCUS COHEN in ages!  HE look(s) just like BEN BARNES now.  did you hear the rumor: SINGLE FATHER AFTER HIS PARTNER DISAPPEARED  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( KORE )

— wow, i haven’t seen RACHEL GOLDMANN in ages!  SHE look(s) just like JENNY SLATE now.  did you hear the rumor:  SHE STOLE THE MONEY THAT ASHER MURPHY TOOK THE FALL FOR.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( nico ) 

— wow, i haven’t seen JEMMA ‘JEM’ LYONS  in ages!  SHE/THEY look just like NATHALIE EMMANUEL now.  did you hear the rumor: THEY FAKED THEIR GRANDMOTHER’S WILL TO INHERIT EVERYTHING.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( ali ) 

— wow, i haven’t seen AMINA BELLE in ages!  SHE look(s) just like ANNA DIOP now.  did you hear the rumor:  SHE HOOKED UP WITH A LONGTIME FRIEND JUST BEFORE MAKING THINGS OFFICIAL WITH HER NOW SPOUSE.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( dany )

— wow, i haven’t seen ZOEY LI in ages!  SHE/THEY look just like PHILLIPA SOO now.  did you hear the rumor:  THEY SLEPT WITH A PRODUCER TO GET THEIR OWN COMEDY SPECIAL.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( MAEBY )

— wow, i haven’t seen DREA ANTHONY in ages! They look just like TIFFANY BOONE now. did you hear the rumor: THEY BURNED DOWN THE AUDITORIUM AFTER NOT GETTING A ROLE IN THE MUSICAL. it’ll probably come to light at the reunion! ( shay )

— wow, i haven’t seen LAURENT TAVELLE in ages! They look just like DAVEED DIGGS now. did you hear the rumor: HE’S AN ACTUAL WITCH. it’ll probably come to light at the reunion! ( shay )

— wow, i haven’t seen ERICA KENNEDY in ages!  SHE look(s) just like JESSICA CHASTAIN now.  did you hear the rumor:  she's allergic to kiwis - jk, SHE NEVER FORMALLY GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE BUT TELLS EVERYONE SHE DID AND BUILT HER CAREER ON A LIE.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( charley )

— wow, i haven’t seen JACK MEDINA in ages!  THEY/THEM look just like ROBERTA COLINDREZ now.  did you hear the rumor:  THEY'RE TRYING TO ADOPT A CHILD.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( elodie  )

— wow, i haven’t seen HENRY DANVERS in ages!  HE/HIM looks just like DANIEL HENNEY now.  did you hear the rumor:  HE'S RECENTLY DIVORCED.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( elodie )

— wow, i haven’t seen ASHER MURPHY in ages!  he/him look(s) just like OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN now.  did you hear the rumor:  ASHER TOOK THE BLAME AND WENT TO PRISON FOR A CRIME A LOVED ONE COMMITTED. it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( moxi )

— wow, i haven’t seen JULIET TSUI in ages!  SHE/HER look(s) just like GEMMA CHAN now.  did you hear the rumor:  SHE IS ADDICTED TO HER ANXIETY MEDICATION.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( moon )

— wow, i haven’t seen JASPER DUNNE in ages!  HE/HIM looks just like TOM HARDY now.  did you hear the rumor:  HE STARTED A FIRE AT HIS TWIN BROTHER’S PLACE DUE TO BEING TOO HIGH WHILE PRACTICING RECIPES AND FALLING ASLEEP.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( moon ) 

— wow, i haven’t seen MILO HOFFMAN in ages!  HE/HIM looks just like BRADLEY COOPER now.  did you hear the rumor:  HE HAS AN OUTSTANDING WARRANT THAT COULD LAND HIM IN JAIL. it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( jeep )

— wow, i haven’t seen ISABEL VELEZ in ages!  SHE/HER looks just like AUBREY PLAZA now.  did you hear the rumor: SHE’S BEEN FUNNELING CAMPAIGN FUNDS TO SOMEONE CLOSE TO HER ILLEGALLY.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( jeep ) 

— wow, i haven’t seen OLIVIA HOFFMAN in ages!  she/her look(s) just like JESSICA ALBA now.  did you hear the rumor:  SHE IS PREGNANT FROM HER EX HUSBAND AND HE DOESN'T KNOW YET. it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( moxi )

[spooksgrove]

hxmlocks​:

@spooksgrove​​: milo

greed is a sin, and juliet does not consider herself a sinner. she has few core beliefs - but this one is firm. the following items are scrawled high on her list of trysts too dangerous to sink her teeth into for long; the slow crawl of a leggy merlot down the cavern of her glass, a large, sagging cabin holding onto decaying foliage and thick mist like a blanket in winter, and a jilted king with a pretty scar above his eyebrow and a heart like molten gold. yet, when she spots that broad-shouldered silhouette through the fog by the lake, her head and her heart go to war. 

she knew he would be here - she only wished it would be easier once she saw him. or, perhaps, the ease of it all was the problem. the sequence played out on grainy film behind her eyes; she’d tap him on the shoulder and he’d turn around, wide-eyed for a moment, then they’d soften when he saw it was her and she’d fall into them as she always did. just that fast. there is a luxury in the unknown. though they had opened one another up and peered inside on more than one occasion, it still seemed the trajectory of their places in one another’s lives was still vastly unknown. his mystery was beauty shrouded in chiffon darkness - therein lies her true kryptonite. a lone piano lit up on a stage before critics that could make or break her. a man she adores whose heart is trapped between the jaws of another. they are one in the same.

it does not stop her from pulling a coat tight to her chest and stepping out into the crisp, mid-october air, biting her on every exposed sliver of magnolia skin. dry grass is uncharacteristically quiet beneath her feet - or perhaps she just moves with the lightness of those spirits rumored to be sharing their beds for the next few days. coming up behind him, she spoke to attract his attention. “you know, lonely boy, they did try to warn me about the ghosts here. didn’t know i’d witness a spectral one so soon.”

milo found himself that evening perched on the dock of the lake.  in a way,  he was tempting fate.  his mind willed some unknown figure to reach from the depths of the water and pull him under  ,,  dared a spirit to shove him from his landing post into the depths below.  life was unfortunately all too real though,  and despite their fantastical nature,  the legends of phantoms people told themselves to get through each day were far less twisted than reality.  there was nothingness here.  nothing except the harsh reality that he was older and wiser,  and he’d only discovered wisdom wasn’t something to be desired.  it simply left you jaded. 

hearing a voice approach,  there was a split second where he wondered if every law of nature he’d known to be true was in fact a lie.  but it was juliet.  his world shifted back into focus and the dimmest of smiles donned his lips as he waved her over.  “by god,  ghosts are real after all ! ”  the woman carried with him in her eyes the milo that used to exist.  when she was near,  it was time travel.  and seeing her here in shady grove,  not new york as they’d so often met,  he could convince himself he was young and charming and adored.  until he glanced down at his aged hands which carried with them the years gone by.  

“spectral.  no idea what that words means.  i’ll add it to my juliet-only words list,”  milo teased.  though the vocabulary was forgotten nearly the moment words left her lips,  he always noticed vernacular that was so specifically her.  words he could only imagine juliet uttering;  words invented in the english language just for her.  “hope it’s something good.  don’t wanna scare you off so quick.”

[spooksgrove]

spooksat​:

a   gentle   smile   grows   on   her   lips.   tone   of   his   voice   doing   exactly   what   she   had   hoped,   clearing   the   air   that   silence   between   them   didn’t   mean   another   fight   was   boiling   in   the   air,   not   another   discussion   cooking   up.   no.   they   could   just   sit   together   in   peace.   liv   just   had   to   get   used   to   that   again.   “charmer.”   brunette   nods   though,   she   feels   the   same.   it’s   a   relief   when   he   changes   the   subject,   gives   their   little   talk   an   actual   direction.   anything   to   stay   as   far   away   as   possible   from   the   topic   of   babies   and   pregnancy.   it   was   not   the   right   time.   not   the   right   place.   maybe   it   would   never   be.   maybe   he   would   never   know.   or   not   of   the   possibility   that   it   could   be   he.   possibility   or   guarantee   …   “i   hope   they’re   not   ture.”   olivia   rests   her   elbows   on   the   table   now,   picking   up   the   mug   with   the   tea   to   warm   her   fingers   on   it.   “i’m   not   made   to   fight   ghosts.   if   a   spirit   visits   me   at   night   i   might   just   …   surrender.”   laughter   falls   from   her   lips   before   she   returns   to   the   conversation.   “do   you?   did   you   pick   up   on   anything   yet?”

“always have been,”  milo shrugged humbly,  though truth be told the charmer in him had been blotted out long ago like a used up cigarette on the sidewalk.  the back and forth with olivia was partially to blame for that,  but he couldn’t blame her.  it was his fault.  “not made to fight ghosts —  just me.”  he gave a small chuckle at that and sat back against his seat back.  “starting to think none of it is true.  haven’t see a single concerning thing yet,  other than,  y’know,  everyone in our whole fuckin’ town.”  just after he tempted fate,  a painting fell off the wall and crashed to the ground.  milo’s head whipped around to see the source of the noise.  “shit.  a/c just turn on or somethin’ ? ”

[forgetmcnotts]

DAWSON’S CREEK | Castaways (6.15)

[merrymusings]

[olyphant-tim]

MR. RIGHT (2015) dir. Paca Cabezas

[spooksgrove]

hxmlocks​:

@spooksgrove​​: isabel

the air is different. it no longer agrees with him. or, rather, it never did. riona had always said this washington cold was a toxin to her irish skin. he had inherited this gene - whereas aidan had inherited their father’s. jasper had arrived early morning, alone, a gnarled fist in his stomach since the moment he’d crossed the border into washington on those lonely, inky roads. he should not have come - he should not have allowed isabel and jack to talk him into it. his brother lingered in cruel twists of breeze circling his shoulders, firm hands applying pressure, whispering harsh truths into the shell of his ear. it wasn’t just this stupid fucking cabin that was haunted - it was the whole goddamned town. every crack in every street corner. every winking light on the clock tower in the village. he hadn’t been back in near a decade, and now he remembered why.

needles to say - he had not so much as rested his eyes all evening, all morning. instead, he laid clothed atop scratchy bed sheets and awaited the lazy yawn of the sun to bless the lake with a cool yellow, listening to the gradual filtering of voices arriving downstairs and settling in their bedrooms. he knew exactly who he was waiting for - in equal parts comforting as she was a means to relieve pent up frustration on - isabel. around seven am, jasper (careful as a bull in a china shop) made two cups of coffee the way they both liked it and approached her room, dislodging the latch with a firm kick. “rise and shine, mister president. time to talk about how fuckin’ bad i don’t wanna be here.”

after arriving late in the night,  isabel made a point not to greet anyone before retreating to her room.  thank god everyone was an adult as absorbed in themselves not to disturb her,  or an adult boring enough to be asleep at a decent hour,  so she had successful avoided confrontation.  until now.  immediately recognizing the voice,  isabel threw up a middle finger to the air before even opening her eyes.  “i have people i can order to kill you now,”  she warned through a lie.  in this moment,  it really was a shame she hadn’t been born into a ruthless dictatorship. 

sitting up in her bed only when she smelled the unmistakable stench of jasper-brewed coffee,  isabel sighed dramatically and stretched her arms up in the air.  “ignore the pillows,”  she threw a hand out and vaguely gestured towards several strewn about on the ground.  “i swear to god someone was scratching my wall all night.  i thought it was a fucking cat.  whoever decided to prank me on night one is officially on my list.”  she smacked the empty space on the bed beside her as an invitation and then reached out to take one of the coffees.  “you think you don’t wanna be here ? ”  she sipped the warm beverage and offered a faint smile in lieu of a thank you.  “if one person asks me what it’s like being a senator i’m gonna drown them in the lake myself.  anyone upset about it can vote me out of office;  i don’t fuckin’ care.  it’ll be worth it.”

[spooksgrove]

rachel--goldmann​:

@spooksgrove​

The outside exterior to the cabin she called home for however long they all decided to stay carried with a certain charm that she fell in love with as soon as she’d arrive earlier that day. Rachel had never actually been up here before but had heard the shady rumors surrounding the place. Whoever had turned into an airbnb had done well in redecorating the place, in creating a relaxing rustic atmosphere that provided peace to her upon entering. She needed a little peace these days… Her secrets ran deep and they haunted her like no ghost ever could. 

Brooding for the moment, she didn’t miss the steps in her direction on the porch swing. It was big enough for two, she was happy to say, and the wind carried with it a sweet smell - one she’d recognize anywhere. A soft smile curled at her lips and her eyes closed, just for a moment, before she took a deep breath and sighed. “Let me paint your nails?” She offered, a bag of supplies next to her from when she’d coated hers with a fresh paint just moments ago. Having since dried, they could be put to use on someone else now. She didn’t need to look to confirm her suspicion that the woman who stood just paces away was Isabel but to not look felt like a betrayal, like a sin, so she peeked over from her comfy perch. 

Her friend was dressed in clothes that befit her, always, and Rachel couldn’t help but let that fire that always encompassed her when Isabel was around fill her to the brim at the sight. Flashes of memories flitted forth in her minds eye, days spent tangled up with the beauty some of her favorites and a tempting little smile formed on her lips for the woman, begging her to come and play, to dance around each other like they always did. 

ever since she’d arrived at shady grove and even worse  ,,  that cabin ,,  isabel had regretted her decision to attend the reunion.  other than returning for holidays to see her folks and older siblings  ( with whom she fell out of contact with when there was no birthday  ,,  thanksgiving  ,,  christmas to attend ... )  there were few remaining souls anchoring her to this town.  rachel was one of them,  and perhaps,  the brightest  ,,  strongest lure.  

something about experiencing time with rachel in shady grove was different than the nights and dinners and parties they spent together in new york.  shady grove was where they’d fallen in love  ,,  it was a place suspended in time where greetings and goodbyes didn’t exist.  there was no need for ‘ hello ’.  they’d never left each other  ,,  here.   in shady grove,  they simply existed.  their spirits mingled with those of ghosts.  here,  they were ghosts themselves.  “which color ? ”  isabel sighed,  arm crossed protectively over her chest as she eyed rachel with a half-smile that easily came through each time she was in the woman’s presence.  

one foot in font of the other,  isabel stepped cautiously towards rachel until she flung her arm down and let the guard subside.  “if i have to face all these freaks,  i can’t have them staring at my nails and thinking i’m still an emo  ,,  or that i’m a whore  ,,  or that i’m immature,”  she rambled on,  mind rushing through each color that came to her head without real explanation:  black,  green,  glitter.  “i have an image to maintain now,”  she smirked this time,  poking fun at herself as she climbed into the empty space next to rachel and held her hand out for the other to take.  despite her verbal opposition,  if rachel wanted to paint her nails,  isabel would allow it.  that’s how it went. 

[pleaselikemecaps]

[chandlerbings]

[magnusedom]

THE BODYGUARD (1992) dir. Mick Jackson

[blairwaldorffs]

Serena’s bed is empty. Make yourself at home.

Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012) 6.04 Portrait of a Lady Alexander

[slimcicle]

I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS (2020)

[priquintana-deactivated20241209]

[spooksgrove]

              isabel shut off her engine and stared at the cabin ahead of her for a moment  ,,  just resting in her car as it sat parked in the driveway.  she was immediately regretting coming here.  not only did the building ahead giver her the fucking creeps  ,,  but knowing the people who she was about to be face to face with was stressing her out.  it was weird ,, every moment of her life was perfectly scheduled by her staffers now ,,  but here in shady grove she was on her own ,, the freedom felt like a trap.  

           with a sigh,  she crawled out and caught eyes with the last person she’d expected to see:  asher.  stupid,  but at least she could handle him.  the night they’d shared together at prom was so distant now.  “hey,”  she greeted the man with an expression lacking a smile.  “remind me whose fucking idea it was to come here so i can be sure to push them in front of any demons who try to kill us in there.”  /  closed starter for @falsd​

[spooksgrove]

spooksat​:

@spooksgrove​   /   she   is   here   with   him   but   they   aren’t   here   together.   standing   by   his   side   but   never   touching.   laughing   at   the   same   jokes   but   never   telling   one   to   the   other.   easy   chatting   when   they’re   in   a   group   and   uncomfortable   silence   when   they’re   together.   like   they   are   now.   last   ones   before   heading   to   sleep.   like   they   had   been   so   often.   talking   about   how   the   night   had   been,   what   they   had   enjoyed,   who   they’d   been   annoyed   with.   and   now,   it   almost   felt   like   there   was   nothing   to   say.   nothing   …   and   yet   something   so   important.   how   could   she   even   bring   that   one   up   without   making   things   between   them   worse?   part   of   olivia   wanted   to   just   get   it   off   her   chest.   the   other   part   shied   away,   unsure   how   he’d   react   to   the   news.   “no   tired?”   brunette   tries   for   a   little   small   talk   to   cut   the   quietness   between   them,   seeking   some   comfort   in   his   familiar   voice.

“i don’t sleep much,”  milo gave a little shrug with his shoulder.  it was true.  the carefree boy had grown into a man whose choices and life haunted him at all hours of the night ,,  giving himself to subconsciousness seemed wholly inappropriate.  dipping further into himself and his mind was terrifying enough to keep him lucid.  “besides ,, i’d always choose time with you over sleep,”  milo added with a little smirk,  trying to lighten the mood.  no matter how many years soaked with or without each others’ presence passed them by ,, milo would always feel the inherent need to protect her,  even from the harmless awkwardness that enveloped them now.  having their son was reason enough for them to see each other often,  but to actually share space ,, in a house brimming with memories and emotions and ghosts of their pasts ,, it was another level.  “you think the rumors are true?”  milo asked,  shifting subjects.  “this place has ghosts or whatever?”

[sufiblackmamba-deactivated20220]

Normal People dir. Lenny Abrahamson; Hettie Macdonald