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@star-paths
HMR. she/they. 30+. EST. low activity.
This is a multimuse blog for my industry OCs and will likely be a constant WIP with my current schedule. I thank you ahead of time for your patience!
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I LOVE. having multiple threads with my rp partners !! it’s like on some days i feel like writing long stuff, on others i feel more like writing short stuff, sometimes i’d rather write some intense situations, and other times i’m more in the mood for lighthearted topics. having several different types of threads with a person enables me to keep rping with them even if i’m stuck @ a reply for another thread we’re having !! it’s great, honestly !? if you wanna have 1 more thread or 20 more threads /w me that’s 10/10 👌👌👌👌 just write that starter or send an ic ask & we’ll go from there or hmu for plotting k man i love threads i love writing all the things
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the basics
name: HMR
pronouns: she/they
sexuality: bisexual
three facts
I watch peoples heart rhythms for a living! (ECG Telemetry Surveillance Technician)
I have two flame point kitties, Belenus “Belly” (boy) and Calliope “Calli” (girl). They’re cute af and I will happily pay the cat pic tax for anyone who wants
I got to hug Jason Momoa. His biceps are as big as my head.
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how long: oh jeeze… maybe since around 2000? Probably one of my longest and most persistent hobbies aside from video games.
platforms you've used: It might be shorter to list platforms I haven’t used… AOL chats/IMs, MSN chat, IRC, Yahoo Chat/IMs, Discord, Tumblr, a chat site for RP whose name I don’t recall at the moment, WoW, FFXIV, probably some others but that’s all I can recall!
best experience: I have way too many to list, but one of my dear RP friends became one of my bridesmates in my wedding!
muse preferences
female or male: I tend to muse males more easily for whatever reason, but I love my female muses deeply
fluff, angst, smut: all of them. Sometimes in the same thread. It very much depends on the plot and pairing.
plots or memes: Both are great! I love memes for starting up interactions — sometimes it’s hard for me to plot without having a feel for the muse. But if I know a mun well I love bouncing plot ideas back and forth!
long or short replies: I tend toward longer, but basically I don’t force myself to write large posts. I just write what I want to say and stop when I’m done? I guess? I don’t meet length or expect people to do so.
best time to write: after midnight or early in the morning when I’m getting home from work. Realistically the best time is when I have the inspiration to do so, which is rarely consistent.
are you like your muse(s): I’ve never really thought about it, I’ve had soooooooooo many. But I like challenging myself by writing things that aren’t just self-inserts.
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tagging: @hellslittleprince , @rainyearning , @united-as-one , @cupidzbcw , @sunny-explosions , @pillowxtalk , @venesiren and anyone else who would like to give it a shot!
If Juni had known how long Ben had laid awake that morning watching his sleeping face, admiring how all the colors of early dawn painted him across the mosaic of skin peeking through messy bedsheets and blankets, wondering how he’d managed to get so lucky, he could rest easier knowing that kicking Juniper out of his bed was the furthest thing from his mind.
But instead of letting the younger male wake up to find himself being stared at, Ben thought it wise to be a good host and make coffee. And this is how Juniper would wake to the idol hurriedly dressed in only a pair of dark track pants, perched on the bed beside him with coffee in hand.
“It’s not as good as yours, fair warning, but we only have a $30 coffee pot,” he apologized with a chuckle. The question that returned to him, however, yanked the coffee subject aside and left Ben facing his own off-handed comment — one he’d made without really thinking about it.
“Well, I just thought since… we didn’t really do much talking last night,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, gaze falling to his lap, “it might be nice to catch up before any of the others come home?” he glanced back up to the other with a questioning look, maybe a little hopeful, maybe a little apologetic.
“For weeks I thought about all the things I wanted to talk to you about, and all the things I wanted to hear about when I got back from the tour, but… when I saw you,” he clapped his hands together once and bowed his head against them in mock shame, “I let my other thoughts get the better of me.”
After a dramatic pause he peeked up at the other, trying not to look so shameless by hiding his satisfied smile behind genuine concern for the other’s well-being “you feeling alright? Need anything? Ibuprofen or…-” he trailed off, gesturing vaguely.
juniper laughed with him , soft and breathless but beneath it , his heart was a fist slamming against his ribs. he felt dizzy with the fear of what might come next. he wasn’t ready to hear anything cruel not from ben. if it had to be something terrible , he almost wished ben would just shove him out the door , slam it behind him. he knew how to survive that and almost anything except the possibility that the one voice he never wanted turned against him might actually do it.
he left the cup cradled in his hands like a fragile source of heat and looked at him. eyes alert , lips pressed together , bracing for the fall. and then ben spoke.
juniper felt it before he understood it : a bright leap inside his chest , a bloom of joy. his cheeks warmed in a soft flush , and he nodded. " i . . . yeah. i feel okay , " he murmured , turning slightly to set the cup down on the nightstand. the truth was , his back ached but that pain was eclipsed , drowned , burned away by the overflowing happiness surging in his chest.
" i , uhmm . . . " his laugh was thin , almost embarrassed. " i thought about all those things too. i wanted to know everything you did during the tour. and i wanted to tell you stupid things , like . . . there’s a new cake on the menu , or that i fell asleep and burned a whole tray of cookies because i stayed up watching one of the shows the night before. " he huffed a laugh , his eyes glancing down at his fingers fidgeting. " but i’m glad your . . . other thoughts took over. " he confessed , voice dropping. " it’s just i missed you too much and . . . fuck , i don’t know. " he ran a hand through his hair. he didn’t want to sound desperate for sex or starved for any kind of physical contact but the truth , the burning , humiliating truth was that he had spent so many nights awake , burying moans and suffocating ben’s name into pillows. dreaming of his palms mapping the shape of him , his lips drawing a slow , wet trail down his thighs , ben’s weight pinning him to the mattress with quiet , absolute possession whispered against his ear. he had wanted him so badly his name had become a nightly prayer.
juniper took a breath and forced himself to look up. " will the others be back soon ? " he asked , sounding calmer than he felt. " we can catch up now or . . . you can let your other thoughts get the best of you again. " he blinked twice , a soft , stunned sigh slipping out of him , as if he couldn’t quite process what had just come out of his mouth. he couldn’t take it back. he didn’t want to.
Ben was relieved to see the smile on Juni’s face, relieved that the male didn’t think worse of him for being so single-minded, because truth be told he was very interested in hearing about Juniper’s time while he was gone… the idol just didn’t trust himself to be as attentive a listener while staring at his companion’s soft, very kissable lips. He’d been thinking about those lips (and more) every single day he’d been gone.
And now that he was home and Juniper was in front of him? Suffice to say he was not the strongest soldier.
“I wanna hear about all of it,” he commented with a smile to the male’s fidgety confessions, reaching out to take Juniper’s fitful hands in his own and giving them a gentle squeeze. “Nothing is too small or ‘stupid’ — you won’t think so at least after I tell you some of mine,” he chuckled sheepishly, remembering the night he ripped the seat of his pants during a choreography breakdown and had to finish the set with his jacket tied around his waist. He’d been a little thankful Juniper hadn’t been there to see that, but he’d likely tell him all about it anyway.
But ripped pants and burnt cookies aside, the set of suggestions posed to him gave him a moment’s pause, blinking at the blonde for a brief time before sheepishness turned into a sly smile, letting go of the other’s hands and placing his palms down on the mattress to either side of him, crawling up over his body and leaning in to press the tip of his nose against Juniper’s own.
“Didn’t communicate them very well last night did I?” he teased, nuzzling his nose. “I can clarify some things if you want… the others shouldn’t be back for a while,” he leaned in just a bit more to kiss Juniper’s lips, lightly, softly. “But I should warn you — encouraging my ‘other thoughts’ is a slippery slope that you might regret,” he lifted a brow, stealing another quick kiss.
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She's never been particularly GOOD at sitting still, but she stays cross-legged in front of him now, his knees bracketing her shoulders just a little as she leans back with each gentle tug. Her eyes are closed, her hands curled together in her lap as she hums - something crisp and sweet. "...Are you done yet?" Feng Jiu tilts her head back when she senses his hands stilling, her eyes large and dark as she blinks at him - taking in the furrow of concentration in his brow, the set of his lips upside down. A smile curled at her own lips and she reached up, careful, to poke him square in the forehead, accusation soft and perhaps a little amused. "...You didn't tie my hair into knots, did you?"
Sujin sat on the edge of his couch, Feng Jiu tucked between his legs with a throw pillow for a backrest as his hands worked their way through her long tresses, confident at first but growing increasingly bewildered and defeated as he went along trying to french braid. Strands were tucked in the webs of his fingers, passed back and forth as the images instructed on his phone screen, and when the little fox peered back at him he’d just discovered he had one too many strands and the plait was loose and listing to the right of her head.
His lips pursed in frustration, glancing back and forth between her hair and the image, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong.
“This shouldn’t be this difficult… who even has time for this?” he complained a bit petulantly, despite it having been him that requested to use her hair as practice; Hwayoung had begged him for a braid when she stayed over at his apartment a few nights ago, and he’d done a laughably poor job before giving up and assuaging her with pigtails and a cookie.
Her poke to his forehead drew his attention to her face, lifting a single brow before giving her hair a light, playful tug.
“One big one. Right at the back of your head — looks like we’ll have to cut it out,” he tisked before deciding to give up on his futile task for now and gently undo the crooked braid before it really did turn into a knot.
“My eyes are starting to cross… I’ll try again some other time,” he informed her with a resigned sigh, lightly combing his fingers one hand after the other through her hair to sort it out, careful not to pull any snags.
Stray Kids’ Hyunjin for GUESS JEANS campaign.
just another average day of him driving me insane
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@rvnwiild continued from X
It was a gimmick. They had one every year for these parties, and they were always a hit. This is why when the dress code was proposed to be pajamas he did not put up too much of a fight — it would be an attractive option for a bunch of people who were so often expected to dress for the press. But big parties had never been his thing, no matter how necessary for morale they were; he left most of it to Jaeho and the others, passing along his credit card by way of input.
Soojin’s words had him sucking in a deep breath, the urge to pull his wool double-breasted pea coat tighter around his pajama-clad body as they walked from the car to the building growing with every passing moment. This was not the image of G1’s Nam Jiwon he needed floating around the internet.
“You know he always gets what he wants, I could never resist him,” he muttered, grabbing the door before she could get there first and holding it open for her; his wife would never open her own doors when he was around.
The sounds of celebration enveloped him as soon as he stepped over the threshold, steeling himself for a night of shmoozing. He helped Soojin out of her coat before slipping out of his own, handing both to the coat check they’d hired for the occasion who smiled brightly and handed them a ticket. Unlike a typical coat check she also requested their shoes, offering them house slippers to wear if they needed them, but Jiwon had come prepared; if they were going to make him wear PJs he would come in style.
He reached into the bag carrying their white elephant gifts, pulling out a pair of fuzzy brown teddy bear slippers, dropping them on the floor and stepping into them. Their black plastic eyes twinkled in the draped string lights. He handed Sujin her own slippers before reaching up to fix the collar of his matching button-down navy and white striped PJ top, straightening himself like a man dressed in a three-piece suit.
“How do I look?” he asked her, half jokingly, leaning in to press a small kiss to her cheek before moving to deposit their gifts among the pile on the long running table against one wall. Already he was being accosted by friends and employees alike, each donned in their own bedtime best.
When he and Soojin reconvened she would find him sipping on a mimosa, looking much more relaxed than he had been initially. The fuzzy bear slippers had been a hit and things felt somehow more normal when surrounded by similarly-dressed peers.
He lifted his eyebrow at her mischievous expression, sliding his hand into his pants pocket and tipping his champagne flute toward her.
“You could only be so lucky to wind up with my gift,” he smirked back in retaliation before glancing around, a slight furrow to his forehead.
“Have you seen Jaeho? Haven’t crossed his path yet tonight.”
