𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚.

𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊-𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 / 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒆. 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒏.

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strongxsurvivors​.

joshua suppressed a sigh. he should have known better than to try to lie to the other — alexander was very aware of his current reputation among royalty and politics. but, joshua wanted to make a space for the other to pretend that none of that existed, that everything was right and well. he’d a crush on the other that had developed from his younger years, only growing stronger over time despite their lack of contact with each other. “you’re correct, unfortunately. i did not want you to believe this was an unsafe, unwelcome place. however, you are my guest and i am the prince of this sovereign, so you are welcome here. my parents’ opinion of you hold no power over me or how you will be treated,” he promised. despite his mother and father being the king and queen with more power, they trusted his judgment — they’d raised him after all. i offer no farce, only a refuge for you to stay in for as long as you wish. plus, these walls get rather lonely when you have no one similar to you to be with. please, will you trust me?”

alexander swallowed thickly the moment joshua spoke up once more, almost preferring the suffocating silence that had previously fallen over them. being reminded of his tarnished reputation was painful, merely because it meant his father had won — no one trusted or believed him. no one except for joshua. he bowed his head slightly as he listened to the other speak, nodding his head slightly in response. “it would be naive of me to pretend that any place is truly a safe space for someone like myself. but, i appreciate the reassurance nonetheless. you don’t have to go out of your way to be so accommodating.” he wet his lips as he shifted in the chair that he was seated in, a weak smile spreading across his lips as he forced himself to meet the other prince’s gaze. “i know all about loneliness, i’m starting to think it’s a curse that comes with a title.” he chuckled softly. “i do trust you. which is difficult for me to admit, but i do. you’ve always been one of my closest and dearest friends. I don’t think you’d ever do anything to harm me.” a pause. “i also don’t believe there’s anyone else in this world that i trust… so it’s a bit strange to admit such a thing.”

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strongxsurvivors​.

aaron never dated. he was too busy trying to be who his father wanted him to be and was too walled off to open to anyone. but, with his father’s strong suggestion that his son should be married off soon and aaron’s complete lack of experience in the dating scene, he relented to allowing one of the advisors to set him on a date. he felt out of place as he waited for the mysterious person, sure it would be someone he would at least know of. he was running through the possibilities when he was caught off guard, eyes widening in surprise as he automatically stood up to greet the other. “oh, i — if i’d known it were you, i would have chosen a better restaurant,” he apologized, completely taken aback at alexander’s appearance. “please, take a seat,” he insisted, pulling out the chair for the other. he had so many questions, but none of them were voiced. “i’m sorry for my surprise. i’m just shocked you would be here to meet me. were you aware you were meeting up with me?”

this encounter was only proof of how small the world could be at times. what were the chances that two princes that were the black sheep of their families would find themselves on a blind date together? not as slim as alexander once thought. a nervous smile spread across his lips before he shook his head slightly in response to the other’s apology, “this restaurant is perfect. you don’t have to go out of your way to impress me just because of our titles.” a small chuckle fell from his lips. he watched as aaron pulled a chair out for him, bowing his head slightly in gratitude before he allowed himself to take a seat. he had to mentally remind himself to remain calm and play it cool, especially considering the setting they were in. “ah, thank you.” his teeth sunk into his bottom lip before he scanned over the other’s face. “if i’m being honest, you’re probably one of the last people that i would have expected to be meeting up with. but, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.” he wet his lips as he nervously shifted in his seat. “you’re not disappointed, are you…?”

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catcherisms​.

celeste’s memories of her life before this time had grown hazier and hazier over the years — a side effect of jumping so far ahead in time, she was sure. this place held that familiarity of memory she knew she’d forgotten and she knew it would infuriate her not knowing what she used to. she looked up at the voice that addressed her, stopping short. this man. she knew him as well. but, who was he? she cleared her throat slightly as she nodded. “yes, i am,” she said politely. “why would you say that?” she asked, brows pinching together. “about a past life?”

the look on celeste’s face was almost one that donghae deemed as a look of recognition. he pursed his lips slightly before he gestured toward the lobby’s main check-in desk, “right this way then, miss.” he wasn’t usually one to handle tasks such as checking new guests in, but he couldn’t help himself. “are you asking because you don’t believe in things like reincarnation or are you just curious?” he scrunched up his nose slightly in amusement. “it was more of a hypothetical statement rather than anything serious, don’t worry.” that was a lie, but he hoped that his tone was neutral enough for it to be passed off as the truth.

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just putting this out there but if someone points out something you’re doing has racist/homophobic/transphobic vibes, you dont have to defend what you’re doing, you can literally just say ‘oh, i did not realise that, im sorry, i wont do that again’ like we all have internalised things we do that are offensive without us realising.. just say sorry and work on it. theres no need to defend

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strongxsurvivors​.

ash easily shrugged off the insult fired back at him. he was quite used to his fellow students’ opinions on him and his personality — though, secretly, that didn’t mean he didn’t dwell on them when the hour grew late and the castle walls were cold and quiet. he perked up as trine mentioned knowledge of a room he’d been searching for, surprised by her change of heart but not bothering to question it. “really?” he said eagerly, much like a dog promised a walk. “i’m not going to ask yet how you found out about this room, but expect an interrogation later,” he teased. “let’s meet outside the prefect’s bathroom at about one. do i need to bring anything with me?” he asked. you never knew what you would need on an impromptu exploration of a magic castle’s forgotten passageway.

if trine had possessed a strong conscience, ash’s reaction to her suggestion would have most likely made her feel guilty. he was so excited, unaware of the fact that she was leading him to an unpleasant experience. a tight smile formed on her lips as she lifted her shoulders in a shrug, “i can’t reveal my secret sources anyway, but feel free to interrogate me all you want. what use would you have for me if i told you where i got my information from?” she teased, trying her best to play it cool and not give away her true intentions. she wet her lips as she nodded her head in agreement the moment the meeting place was set, “that sounds good to me. i think the only thing you should bring along with you is your wand, just in case.” she may as well give the poor guy a fighting chance. he could easily cast lumos and get himself out — eventually.

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Want to ship? Feel free to tell me straight off!

Yes, shipping does need chemistry between the two muses, but if you look at my muse and think ‘You know what, I’d like to ship my muse with theirs!’, feel free to tell me, even before we start threads!

I love having a direction/goal to work the characters towards – when I write fiction on my own, I like having goals and plot points, like romances, family and friend relationships, rivals and enemies.. why wouldn’t I like having the same with RP? RP is just collaborative fiction writing!

There’s no shame in liking ships, or even RPing for ships. There’s tons of people in the world who love to read romance novels, and no one tries to tell them that’s wrong or worse than liking mysteries, or fantasy adventure. Neither preference is wrong, it’s just that – a preference!

So please – if you want to ship, or work towards of ship, in any capacity : romance, family, friends, rivals, and everything in between – TELL ME! I’d love to see what we can come up with together!

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strongxsurvivors​.

cass’ eyes narrowed on the other, anger bubbling up inside of her. “you’re such a spiteful bitch. you can’t just let shit go, can you?” she said. honestly, cass probably deserved much more, but she wasn’t going to admit it. “why can’t you just be happy that you’re hot now and be done with it?”

a borderline deranged laugh passed val’s lips the moment cass spoke, “let it go? if you had to suffer through half of the shit i had to in high school, you wouldn’t be able to let things go. you’d understand why i’m the spiteful bitch that’s going to ruin your life.” each word was uttered with a smile on her lips, adding juxtaposition to the statement. “though if i had known before now that you thought i was hot now, maybe i would have fucked you instead of your whiny boyfriend. it might have been more interesting.”

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let me try to read you like a book and also assign your vibe a color via uquiz

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“Your phone number was the only one I knew off by heart.” 

Daisy Edgar-Jones and Paul Mescal  as Marianne and Connell in NORMAL PEOPLE (2020―)

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i have been avoiding this account his weekend mainly due to stress but i’m actually here and plan to work on stuff tonight. i’ll also get around to answering pms, but please be patient with me in the meantime. 

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catcherisms​.

a heavy sigh escaped evelyn as she felt the other kiss her head. she was thankful that jamila was so affectionate despite evelyn being the opposite. sometimes, you just need affection thrust upon you even though you pretend you don’t need it. “you have some crazy ideas, but people shouldn’t ignore you – great things usually come from impossible thoughts,” she said, shifting so she could look up at the other. jamila had always been her one true friend no matter how negative evelyn was. she wrapped her arms tightly around the other’s midsection. “i’m sorry if i seem like such a downer sometimes. this is why i’ll always need you – you’re like the half of me that’s missing. you know, the side that’s fun and carefree and full of life. i’m so happy i found you and i don’t ever want you thinking that i’m not happy when i’m with you,” she confessed.

great things come from impossible thoughts, it was something that jamila needed to be reminded of. even though she liked to think that she was a rather optimistic individual, she was human and there were times she found herself thinking more like evelyn. it was easy to become discouraged when people kept trying to knock you down or write your beliefs off as pure fantasy. a small smile spread across her lips as their gazes locked, her features softening the moment evelyn began to speak. her heart felt like it was skipping beats. “you don’t ever have to apologize for being a downer. it’s not a bad thing to see the world through realistic lenses, it makes you practical and less likely to get hurt. you’re just as much my better half as i am yours. you keep me grounded, and sometimes… i need that.” her smile slowly returned as she brushed evelyn’s hair back. “you’re never going to lose me, i promise you that.”

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strongxsurvivors​.

eric nervously wet his lips as he shrugged. whenever milly was excited and gushed like that, it made his stomach fill with butterflies. he nodded as he gently took her hand and helped her take the flowers. it was all just an excuse to touch her hand and he was sure she knew that — she was rather smart. “pretty like you,” he said, offering her a small smile. he stepped into her familiar bedroom, walking up to the window to gaze out of it. it was so strange to be on the other side. he wondered what milly thought every time she managed to see him from this angle. he climbed onto the windowsill, sitting on the edge and letting his legs dangle outside. he turned to beckon milly to him before pointing up at the moon that was starting to peek through the still lit sky. “you.”

the moment their hands touched, milly felt her cheeks flush and she forced her gaze away from his. she nervously cleared her throat before pulling away from him, making a mental note to ask her mother for a vase to put the flowers in. until then, she laid them down on top of her vanity where they would be safe. she didn’t know how to react to the compliment, flustered and left speechless for a moment. she nervously cleared her throat as she watched him move toward the window and sit down on the ledge, the same ledge that she would sit on to talk to him. “i don’t think i’m as pretty as those flowers or the moon, but thank you.” she slowly crossed over to him, standing behind him and resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “the moon is so big tonight.” she mused as she stared up at the starry night sky. 

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catcherisms​.

ezra found the other’s response to be rather telling without him admitting to anything. if he hadn’t done anything before, then he would deny it. that information alone made ezra feel a bit nervous when it came to chance’s abilities. still, he didn’t leave when he should have. instead, his head rang louder, causing him to wince. “ah— no, i’m okay,” he lied. “i’m sorry. my head… it’s just too much. nothing has helped. people are just TOO loud,” he said rather obscurely. intrusive thoughts have lately told him that the ringing would end if people just stopped being. it was easy to dismiss the morbid thoughts at first, but they grew more and more insistent over time. “can you help me?”

a flash of concern was visible across chance’s features for only a brief moment, a rare reminder that wasn’t completely heartless. though it vanished the moment ezra explained what had been bothering him, a chuckle of amusement falling from his lips. “i know what ya mean… people are way too loud.” he couldn’t fight the intrusive thoughts that constantly haunted him, the only way he had discovered how to stop them in the past was through finding some sort of outlet to take out his anger. “do you want me to force them to be quiet? that usually works for me.” encouraging others to give in to their darker desires wasn’t necessarily healthy, but it was all he could think to do.

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catcherisms​.

if dohyun knew anything, it was that children often bullied each other when they liked one another. and, considering dohyun had the brain as developed as a kid most days, he fully believed that summer splashing water on her was flirting. “too busy? busy doing what? busy trying not to think about me, which just leads to you think about me,” he teased. however, the jab caused him scoff and laugh at the same time. “oh, that was good! i loved that,” he said, trying to let his pride get wounded. “who doesn’t like the aquarium? it’s romantic, quiet – there’s fish,” he said, lying. of course he came her to see if he could make summer jealous.

dohyun’s joke was a little too close to the truth for summer’s comfort, her jaw subtly clenching in response before she rolled her eyes. “you wish. i stopped wasting my time thinking about you not long after our break-up. i moved on with my life.” it was a flat out lie, but she at least hoped that she sounded somewhat convincing. she scrunched up her nose, trying to hide her overall disdain for the fact that dohyun had decided to take his new date to one of the places that they frequented, nevermind the fact it was where she worked. “lots of people like it. i especially recall you liking it when we went on our first date here.” now her bitterness was starting to shine through, whether or not she liked it. “why are you wasting my time again...?”

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catcherisms​.

pengfei’s jaw was tight as he carefully watched vlad, prepared to do whatever was necessary. but, as the other man took on a more casual reaction, pengfei felt himself caught off balance by the sudden shift – especially when vlad had cleaned part of his face. “alike? we’re not the same – what are you?” he skeptically asked. he would have know if vlad was a ghoul. being able to sense your own kind was both a curse and a blessing. as pengfei thought about it, vlad did smell of flesh and blood but toned down. it wasn’t a fresh scent – as if someone had simply passed through the room wearing a perfume. “you would help me? if you want to, i won’t say no. cleaning up properly always takes too much time,” he said as he started to calm down. at the very least, he was thankful for the help. too often he was left with too much to clean and too little time. the smell too overwhelming, he usually ended up eating most of the evidence.

vlad chuckled softly at the question, nose scrunching up in amusement as he shot pengfei a look. “we may not be the same, but we’re both killers.” it was the first time in a long while that he had confessed such a thing. if pengfei was observant enough, he would have been able to notice the fact vlad’s fangs were visible as he spoke. he didn’t dare flash the other a toothy grin, there was no need for dramatics at a time like this. he inhaled sharply as he ran his nimble fingers through his dark locks, pushing a few strands out of his eyes. “like i said, that’s what friends are for. it’s a rather tedious process but i might get a reward out of it.” he wet his lips as he scanned the other over once more. “though, the taste of this man’s blood isn’t exactly the best. i’ve had better.” then again, blood was always better when it was fresh from the source. 

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strongxsurvivors​.

scorpius. alexander didn’t know him personally, but they often passed by and knew of each other — it was hard not to when you shared a house and dormitory. alexander had often seen the other on his own and wondered if there was something deeper than a simple desire to be alone for the other. his brows furrowed together, head tilting to the side in question. “easy to do? i don’t think it will be nor is it easy any other time. i always see you leaving the groups to go somewhere. do you usually come here?” he asked, curious and slightly concerned for the other’s well-being. that concern for others was what caused him and his ‘father’ to bump heads in the past before his death. he looked over at the goblet and took a moment to feel the air. the moon was approaching. but, he felt the need to check on scorpius before he ran off. if he didn’t, who would? he stood and went to his trunk, pulling out a bag containing jerky and some wrapped sweets along with an old magical puzzle box. when solved, it would open, a finger would be pricked, and it showed key memories that were wished to be seen. he handed the items to scorpius. “in case you’re hungry or bored. that was my, um, birth parents’, so i just ask that you be careful with it.”

the fact that alexander had noticed how he snuck off frequently caught scorpius off guard, his breath catching in his throat as lifted his gaze upward to lock with the other’s. he swallowed thickly as he nodded his head in response to the question, “i do, it’s either here or the bathroom depending on whether or not i know others will be here. things get… overwhelming for me sometimes.” he pursed his lips slightly, almost as if he was trying to physically stop himself from divulging any further details. whether or not he felt he could trust alexander, dumping all his problems on the other probably wasn’t the wisest of decisions. his eyes carefully followed the other as he moved toward the trunk at the end of his bed, a brow arching slightly as he watched the other rummage through it before pulling out an assortment of items. yet the last thing he expected was for the other to offer them out to him, blinking in surprise as he stared up at alexander. “oh… uh, thank you. this really nice of you, you didn’t have to offer me anything.” his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he carefully took the box and food into his hands before carefully sitting down on the edge of his bed. “i promise i’ll be careful.” he stated as he looked the box over, curiosity piquing. “do you know what’s inside the box?”