#artemixed

[dcrkparadiise-blog]

@artemixed

“I know you want to give me things. But you really think that my husband isn’t going to question who gave me these flawless flowers?” Arwen asked, letting out a small sigh as she looked towards the other. “I’ll put them in the pool house.” She said quietly as she went back to the girl. “Now. We have about two hours until my husband is back and we have a really big house to ourselves.” She purred, raising an eyebrow, biting onto her bottom lip.

[cosmicpurplc]

ANOTHER thread with @artemixed ?? damn

"Here you go. Your latte machiatto with a double dash of caramel and whip cream." Tabitha still had days when she fumbled an order or let her grumpiness bleed through into what was supposed to be a customer-friendly, polite demeanor, but then some days she felt on top of it all, doing as well as any of the others. She was having a good day---until she saw Her. How? Of course she recognized Holly straight away---how could she not? She had spent the past few weeks looking at pictures of her almost every night, biting her lip or blushing or trying not to get carried away because of texts sent by the other, and -- fuck, what was she doing here? What she did for a living, how she had ended up in such a dead-end job, the sheer amount of nobody that she was, all that she never shared with anyone she met online, least of alll someone so... so like Holly. And now Holly was seeing her in it, with her messy hair and her messy apron and her messy make-up. The cup slipped from her fingers before she realized she was losing grip. With furiously red cheeks she knelt to start cleaning up, while uttering profuse apologies from the floor, and promising to make a new drink stat, and oh fucking god. Holly was here. There was no hiding, definitely not now, so after she helped the customer to a new drink and then made a few more for everyone between her and Holly, every drink handed over meaning less time for her to get herself together, she was faced with the woman who had monopolized her thoughts as of late. "Hey," she greeted lamely, hands smoothing out the front of her apron. "I... didn't expect you. Here. Today."

[digimmortality-archive]

11, 13, 15, 17, 19

an rpg that meant a lot to you- for groups, i’m assuming? who knowsss. probably a tie between stillwater ( mutants ) and westmore ( d/s ), though. they were some of my favorite brainchildren and had my favorite overarching plots. or as much as you could have with people who didn’t want to cooperate for the overall type thing. but what i had in my head was good lmao. still, in both of them i met some of my favorite people now, or got to know them a little better than i had before.

an rpg that you’d like to create- was talking the other day about an invite only queer mature rp with only characters 25+ so. who knows.

your favorite rp otp- shoot tbh. tied with amexis. 

your favorite rp family relationship- im not sure i have actual blood related family relationships, but found families my favorite is by far team machine and especially root and harold played by @fatherofmachine

your favorite non-playable character- noah easton, lex’s ex husband. it’s a complicated as fuck relationship there and i would like to explore it more but alas.

[gothknight]

closed starter for @artemixed

The whole ride home Scarlet regretted drinking. Not that she’d had much of a choice in the matter but her head felt cloudy and distant even as she tried to focus. It wasn’t often she got to see anything outside of the places she was working. Her eyes had stayed glued hazily to the windows, the passing buildings, the people. For the briefest moment she’d even considered throwing the car’s door open and taking her chances. Crashing to the pavement and running while drunk wouldn’t have been the worst chance to take. It’d be a stupid one though, especially given the hulking armed security sitting in the car with them. She stayed close to Mercedes on their way in, studying the other girl for any inkling of a hint toward what her life was about to become. It would be different, that much Scarlet was clear on all night. Just like in the car, Scarlet searched her surroundings inside, taking in everything there, the view out the window, the lavish style. More importantly, she searched for newspapers. Those were always her lifelines. Those and the tattered notebook in her very small bag of belongings from the club. She didn’t usually get to keep her stuff from place to place but somehow this time she wasn’t just ripped into a cargo van and relocated. This had been different. Shifting where she stood, Scarlet crossed her arms over her chest. Her black jeans and thin tank top felt out of place here already and she was a little worried she might dirty the carpet just by standing on it. Scarlet figured she knew where this was going but it all felt so different and Mercedes wasn’t exactly a sleazy Russian or some coked out three piece suit. She was nothing of not always a hot head. “You wanna tell me what this is now? Shots are great and parties are fine but I feel like I’m flying blind.”

[cosmicpurplc]

starter for the babest @artemixed

"Didn't anyone tell you, no girl deserves to have to frown like that?" As soon as the woman had stepped into the bar, Ronnie had had only eyes for her. Part of that had been the natural appreciation of one sportsy person for another, but the majority had been that the woman was wickedly hot and what was a gay to do against that? She settled onto the stool and put down one of the two shots she was holding in front of the woman now next to her. "I'm Ronnie. Escaping my straight friend's extremely straight, annoying bachelorette party. Didn't think there were woman I could actually be annoyed by, but damn..." She shook her head, the braids that had been inflicted on her shaking, and knocked her shot back. "What's eating you up, beautiful?"

[chateauslobby]

closed starter for @artemixed.

         a long day at work and yet she was hardly done. instead of trying to find time to go home, she called mallory up and more or less coaxed her into coming to the office. it was around dinner time and though the woman never ate at work, she was getting a dinner sent up to her that the two could share... it’d make up for the fact that she was probably going to stay over all night working at the office to get the next issue ready. once she got there, victoria was pulling her into her office and slamming the door shut --- if anyone was around, they’d know not to disturb her. “are you hungry?” she questioned, not even greeting her at this point. “i got dinner if you haven’t eaten yet.”