you're too sweet for me.

multimuse rp blog. follows back from @acesophiewalten

[sunnykies]

jean/sophie, they/them. read rules before interacting. caard (wip.) || memes || starter calls all icons by @manoncomms

[sunnykies]

❝ You have a big date tonight? ❞ (For Harley?)

"like you wouldn't be-lieve!"

she's going out with ivy tonight, and she's told everyone. she has it all planned out, candles, wine, roses, the works. maybe not the roses. until harley can give ivy a forest, she isn't sure how to give her flowers without cutting them off from the root.

"oh, she's amazin', dori, really -" it shocks her, really, how excited she is for this. she's known ivy for years. hell, going to restaurants with her isn't that weird. but she feels like she's going to explode.

"you've been runnin' around too, huh?" she's practically bouncing around him.

[vigilantsycamore]

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[leneemusing]

SEND IN A SYMBOL FOR SHIP DEVELOPMENT

✩ what is their go-to food when they want to have a treat together?

♡ who said i love you first?

✧ how do they break the tension after a disagreement?

◛ what is their preferred method of communication when apart?

♥ how do they cuddle when they share a bed?

✿ do their music tastes align? are there some things they clash on?

❀ what is the dumbest argument they've ever had?

✾ what kind of 'couple talk' have they developed? (baby talk, weird words or phrases that are an inside joke etc.)

᯽ how has your muse changed since their relationship? in what ways do they rub off on one another?

❉ what was the first quirk of the other's which became endearing but annoying?

❁ what moment made them realize they're in love?

★ what foods do they swap or pick out of their food that the other will eat for them?

❥ what song(s) would they send each other when first beginning to date?

◇ who likes to cook and who cleans? how do they generally divide domestic labor?

◉ what hobbies do they do together? if they prefer parallel play what sort of tasks and hobbies do they like to do in each other's company?

▣ what is their favorite color(s) to see the other in?

❖ how does their casual intimacy look? what part of the body do they tend to innocently/comfortingly caress?

◈ what was your muse's first impression of the other? how did it change over time?

[sunnykies]

❝ i will follow you. to the ends of the earth, to the very gates of hades and whatever might lay beyond. ❞

and harley laughs in his face.

it's a very outward confession. it's a very romantic confession, really, and she hasn't heard truly romantic words in a long time.

"'y sweet, aren't 'ya?"

really, she's not sure how to respond to it; he is very earnest, entirely sincere, and she's only sincere with dogs and ivy and bruce wayne. how do you respond to a confession of love? at least, a confession of dogmatic loyalty - which is almost worse.

"'y like me?"

her voice is sickly-sweet. she puts her hands on his face and brushes his cheeks with the pads of her fingers. her red nails are very close to his face. she feels a strange sense of power, like she could dig her nails into his cheeks.

and yet she's not sure she's entirely convincing - often, harley has tried to be intimidating and found herself laughed at. a little dog standing up on her hind legs and trying to fight back wolves.

she stomachs her doubt. she's having fun. and she deserves to have fun, sometimes.

[sunnykies]

Joker shakes Jeannie violently. "ARE YOU FUCKING AROUND ON ME? HUH?" (truth serum)

"Yes!"

oh god, anything so he lets go of her - she's crying, snot coming out of her nose, a complete mess. she wiggles free. she is the smallest, weakest thing; curled in on herself, her hair falling limply on her bruised shoulders. she hates herself. she hates ever meeting him, ever thinking he was handsome or interesting or that he ever liked her.

"i'm not - i'm not telling you any more." she cannot tell him about eddie. he'll kill him. and she likes eddie, truly, likes his hair and the scruff on his face, likes his journalism. likes his laugh.

she'll kill jack before he hurts eddie. she hopes she can kill jack before he hurts eddie. she hopes she forgets how much she cares, how she was happy, could have been happy. how she swore to herself she'd never kill anyone - that even in gotham she would remain good.

her face is hidden behind her hair. she doesn't ask why he can see other girls and she can't - he already told her. she is bound to him. handcuffed, somehow.

she hates him. she wishes she could do something about it, other than cry.

@clusterphuckiings))

[endless-youth]

@acesophiewalten asked for a starter in which @sunnykies nora (because we had talked about them, i hope it is alright that i write this for her!) has dorian dress up in lingerie for her, so here we go!

you might expect this from dorian, or perhaps not, considering he was a gender non-conforming man — but if he were being honest... he had only dressed up for a femme person a few times in his life the way he was now. i mean, compared to whenever he dressed up for men, it just seemed as if the women he chose to pursue usually preferred to be the ones wearing the lingerie which was more than fine with him. women were more than allowed to be sexy and wear whatever they wanted, but dorian had to admit that because he had considerably less experience with dressing up for women than men, he was a bit nervous for this. maybe thinking of himself dressing up for a woman was the wrong thing to do here? dorian was just dressing up for any other person, after all, but an important person to him nonetheless.

yes. it didn't matter what gender they were, he thought, as he dressed in a teal baby-doll dress and panties underneath that barely managed to cover his length (though that little detail really didn't matter considering that dorian hoped they would ultimately be coming off that night). dorian had told nora to meet him at his apartment after she got off work, which he knew wasn't too far away from his home, though that is interestingly not where they met. they ended up meeting at the bar in that same club - the iceberg lounge, if dorian can recall its name right - while she was off. they got to talking then and kind of hit it off, which led to dorian asking if she wanted to quote unquote 'get out of there' to maybe get some food or something. they ended up having a grand ol' time then that entire night and dorian expressed multiple times that he wished it didn't have to end, but he also had to go to work the next day. a few more hangouts passed by that were more like dates and now, he thought that this was the natural next step in their relationship.

plus, if dorian was being honest, he really wanted nora. quite possibly more than he'd ever wanted anyone before. it was when she texted him that she was at the door that he told her it was open over the messages, and that would be when nora would come in only to be greeted by a dimmed, romantic atmosphere with little breadcrumb clues (or a rose petal trail, in this case) leading her to his bedroom. when dorian saw her, dusty springfield's 'the look of love' was softly playing on a turntable in dorian's room and the room was also dim with only candles on every other cabinet being the light in the room. he smiled at nora widely then, with him sitting on the very edge of the bed and both of his hands on the covers, ❝ hi, darling. do you like your surprise? i tend to never know whether something is too much until after the fact, so hopefully it isn't. you know i did this because i really care for you, you know. ❞

dorian stood up slowly and approached nora with careful steps, only to offer a hand over to her with a mix of both a sultry as well as a tender look in his eyes. ❝ so... how would you feel about joining me in bed, nora? i promise i'll make it worth your while. ❞

[sunnykies]

well, she wasn't expecting this.

the fun thing about waking up from cryosleep and semi-divorcing your husband is that you can do anything. go back to the iceberg lounge and get your job back. walk over the gotham bridge and breathe in the polluted awful air. smack cigarettes out of a young girl's hand (lung cancer! terrible!). see other people.

and seeing other people is fun - it reminds her of before she met victor, young and falling in love with everyone. she's met some wonderful people so far. beautiful women, beautiful men. in her time away from the world gotham has gotten bigger, brighter, more indulgent.

dorian is the epitome of this - blonde, drinking, smoking, letting himself have as many people as she wants. she isn't sure how long dorian's been doing this; he looks young, but he acts like a seasoned vet. either he's a natural at fun-loving debauchery, or he's been doing this for a while - something nora doesn't want to think about.

she feels terrible the moment she sees the rose petals. dorian is trying to seduce her - and the moment she realizes it, her stomach flips. she walks forward, slowly, her heels clacking on the floor. maybe she wouldn't feel so bad if she felt similarly about dorian, if she wasn't actively divorced. if she hadn't just woken up from ice encasing.

"dorian, this..." she backs up a little. she tries to smile, fails. she looks incredibly awkward. not befitting the romantic atmosphere.

"this is - it's not too much, it's -" she shakes her head. she hopes he wasn't immediately expecting her to get naked.

[rpmememaker]

Send a ❦ if you'd consider shipping our muses.

bonus if you add a type of ship you’d like them to be or a thread idea for our muses.

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

My character is under a truth serum, ask them anything.

MY CHARACTER HAS TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, NO MATTER THE QUESTION.

[sunnykies]

what’s a small writing quirk you have that no one would notice unless you told them?

have you ever accidentally given a muse a trait from yourself without realizing it?

what’s the weirdest real-life inspiration you’ve ever used for a muse or scene?

do you write your drafts in order or jump around?

1) i don't know if people notice this or not, but my sentences are long. really long. it is a problem of mine!

2) all the time. again, its a problem! but one specific instance is harley biting her nails and having scars/bruises all over her body.

3) so fun fact! i am chronically ill! i have a lot of issues and while it's certainly not to the level of terminal illness, i project a lot of my angst about it onto nora. specifically people not believing her until it was "too late."

4) i tend to do them in order, lmao.

[cryptinspo]

–  𝗨𝗡𝗨𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟  𝗠𝗨𝗡  𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦  !   a  list  of  questions  for  the  muns  that  are  rarely  asked

what’s a small writing quirk you have that no one would notice unless you told them?

have you ever accidentally given a muse a trait from yourself without realizing it?

what’s the weirdest real-life inspiration you’ve ever used for a muse or scene?

do you write your drafts in order or jump around?

what’s a song you’ve overplayed while writing but still love?

what’s your “comfort trope” that you always fall back on?

do you ever write replies in your head while away from your device?

what’s a piece of advice you’d give to your past self as a roleplayer?

what’s the most unhinged late-night idea you’ve ever actually written?

do you have a go-to “warm up” activity before writing?

what’s your biggest muse-killer?

have you ever completely rewritten a reply before posting it?

do you tend to write long or short replies without thinking about it?

what’s a detail you always try to slip into your writing?

do you prefer writing in silence or with background noise?

what’s the most emotionally intense thread you’ve ever written?

do you keep old drafts/threads or delete them?

what’s your weirdest ritual for getting into the zone?

have you ever made a playlist for a single scene?

what’s the most surprising compliment you’ve gotten about your writing?

do you have a muse you’ve never shown publicly?

what’s a piece of media that permanently changed how you write?

do you keep “secret” headcanons just for yourself?

have you ever written a reply you didn’t like but posted anyway?

what’s your guilty pleasure genre to write in rp?

[felimemesandthings-deactivated2]

💀 the villain x lover tension meme 🖤

for muses who kiss like threats, love like weapons, and stand on opposite sides of the line they keep crossing

💀 — “you’re supposed to fear me… so why do you look at me like that?”

🔥 — “i should destroy you. but you make me hesitate.”

😈 — “i’m the villain in your story. you knew that when you touched me.”

🖤 — “come closer. let me show you what the dark really feels like.”

💋 — “you kissed me like you wanted to save me. foolish.”

🗡️ — “point that blade at me again and i might kiss you for real.”

🩸 — “your morality is slipping. i like what it’s turning you into.”

🌙 — “you should walk away… but you won’t.”

⚔️ — “i don’t want your forgiveness. i want your loyalty.”

😳 — “why do your eyes soften every time you look at me?”

🩶 — “you’re the only thing in this world that makes me hesitate.”

🔗 — “if i asked you to join me, would you?”

🖐️ — “don’t touch me like i’m redeemable.”

💣 — “this ends in fire or in a kiss. your choice.”

💀🖤 — “you were never meant to love me… but you do.”

[sunnykies]

"Tatyana my love, did you really think I wouldn't notice you the second you stepped into my domain?" - @cursed0bsession

// Hello! I saw you reblog my promo. I had to throw our favorite vampire at your lovely new oc. Keep being awesome ♡

"that's not my name."

there's no animosity in her voice, just a firm clarification. tamsin stares at strahd with apprehension, even curiosity - his eyes are red, which is very interesting. he's wearing something expensive, more expensive, certainly, than even regular-rich people can afford. nobility, tamsin thinks, or else imitating it.

she stops peering at him so closely, and she slides back on her heels. for a moment, she wants to turn around and leave mister nobility to his own devices - she wonders if anyone has ever downright ignored him before. no your grace or your imminence or whatever-the-hell he wanted to be called. she doesn't know many nobles.

she decides, for her own safety, that she should probably not ignore the nobility. she's dressed in a servant's uniform still - he could order her whipped, or put in the dungeon, or a number of terrifying things. maybe he wouldn't put tatyana in the dungeon, (the way he said it made her want to cry, made her eyes close) but tamsin is another girl.

she looks around. nobody but her in his eyeline. so she tilts her head and smiles.

"i'm afraid, sir, you are dreadfully confused," she says, slower this time. "i am - well - i am not tatyana. I certainly do not know you."

there's something about his seriousness that makes her smile more, makes her relax a little. he must think himself a great, powerful king.

"she cannot be hard to find. i haven't seen any other redheads since i've arrived."

[cursed0bsession]

How interesting this iteration had no memories of her past. Oh well it will come in time. Strahd will adapt, he always does. In the end he will take ahold of her or he will watch as she disappears once more until her soul inevitably returns and he tries again. So says this bloody curse the Dark Powers thrust upon him. "Ah, I see forgive me then, my lady." He gives a curt bow. Almost mocking in its form. "I am Strahd von Zarovich. I rule over this land and you, my dear, are trespassing." He watched how she moved. Unserious, yet cautious. Unsure of his next move. He would monitor this one closely, but he knew for a fact that this was his beloved back again. Her soul called out to him - drew him to her like a moth to a flame. He would gladly burn at her altar if it mean he could own her even for a minute. Though that minute will very quickly become eternity if he has his way.

[sunnykies]

"trespassing?"

she narrows her eyes. she doesn't bow back - as far as she knows, this man is a total stranger. an odd one, at that, who called her by the wrong name.

tatyana. it sticks in her brain - tat-y-an-a, the syllables rattling around. you could really love a name like that. it makes tamsin a little sad, suddenly, that he expected a woman with such a name - likely more beautiful than tamsin, and richer - and came upon a dusty servant.

"if i am trespassing, it was against my will - and, certainly, no one has explained to me any laws against being in your land."

she can't help herself - she wants to knock him upside the head. trespassing. she'll be drawn and quartered, anyway, just for talking back.

"ruler seems a bit vague. count? duke? prince? given your clothing, i doubt you are a simple overseer."

[pinguiino]

it was a tough sight. there was nothing he could really do in that moment. "well i'm no scientist myself, but.." unless he thought about it as a possible deal. admittedly, not one he planned, but rather one that was brought up to him by a desperate husband. "if there's somethin' i can provide is money. not sure how your finances are lookin', but i can't imagine all those doctors appointments and meds come cheap."

@sunnykies, for nora!

[sunnykies]

"ah...."

nora didn't want to beg her boss for money. really, that was the last thing she wanted to do - oz was nice. rough, of course, and certainly not a saint, but nora wasn't a saint, either.

nora had come to tell him she was quitting; that she had developed an illness that, as of now, had no cure. macgregor's syndrome - normally found in the elderly and already diseased. not nora, who stood tall and young. not nora, whose life and vitality drowned out even the greenest of trees.

(nora had told the first three doctors where she worked. they looked at her with suspicion, tested her for stds and pregnancies and anything else an entertainer might get. never mind that her symptoms weren't associated with anything like that; it was all in her lungs, her throat, the back of her mouth. vic tried testing her himself, hoping for some long-running flu or a prolonged asthma attack - but he wasn't that kind of doctor.)

(when she was brought into the emergency room, perfectly blue in the face, they finally tested for macgregor's. finally, a positive - she was wheeled out a gurney, and they declared, at most, two years.)

"they don't. maybe if i had -" she cut herself off. there was no use wading in what-ifs; the doctors hadn't diagnosed her before it became serious. there was no use.

"i bet vic said something to you," she said. "i know he did. i - i'm going to be real honest with you, oz. whatever he said, it's not - turn him down, alright? i can't let him live with, i don't know. whatever you'll charge him with."

there's no malice in her voice. she's liked oz since she's started working at iceberg - liked his smoker's voice, his nickname. despite his actions, she's never felt particularly threatened. he was just a man, same as anyone - like some great criminal grandfather.

"i want to live. but i'm not going to. unless you're giving us money, i'll have to insist you turn down everything."

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[sunnykies]

simple oc ask list - for jeannie napier!

What emotion do you most readily associate with your OC?

not exactly sadness? but like. melancholy. like the weird happy-sad feeling you get when you look outside and see the sun setting. that feeling.

2. Does your OC prefer the beauty of nature or the bustle of the big city?

she's def a nature girl. if she could afford to just fuck off and live in the woods i think she would.

3. If they had to flee a burning building, which possession would they be most keen to grab on the way out?

THE CAT. and probably her notes and her trenchcoat. she needs those.

4. Is your OC more likely to be getting up with the dawn - or just heading to bed?

jeannie is noooot a morning person lmao. you think she would be, but she stays up really late and has to drink at least two cups of coffee before she feels awake enough to do anything

5. What changes come over your OC when they are hungry?

tbh, not many, because she's really really bad at detecting her hunger signals and sometimes she just forgets to eat. it's bad.

6. Does your OC have a go-to insult when people irritate them or let them down?

nooooot really? because she doesn't voice when people irritate her or when she gets bothered. i think if she was ever really really upset she'd just start screaming FUCK YOU over and over again.

7. Where is a place that your OC will visit (or would wish to visit) when they need to feel at peace?

she really likes gotham harbor. she grew up near the shipyards and it brings her a lot of peace. she doesn't swim in there anymore for fairly obvious reasons (its a body of water near a city, that thing is POLLUTED) but she still enjoys going

8. Does your OC have a particular fear or phobia?

her ex. tbh, despite her rampant anxiety she isn't really scared of a lot of things. she does fine in the dark, with spiders and snakes, etc. is it because she's already seen the worst, and therefore fake monsters can't scare her? maybe. who knows.

9. What might your OC wear if they knew they would be called upon to fight or otherwise be active?

easy! her black jeans, a sweater, sneakers, her trenchcoat over that. probably she'd tie her hair up. i wish i could draw jeannie's outfit but i cannot draw and i have no commission money.

10. What habit should your OC really try to break, but almost certainly never will?

THE SMOKING. GIRL. she smokes like a fiend. she smokes in the morning noon and night. sometimes you can actually smell it on her and lowkey its really gross. someone please free her before she dies of lung cancer!!!!!

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IT: Welcome to Derry, 2025, dir. Andy Muschietti

SE01E07 The Black Spot

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