Tantalizing Turmoil

Multimuse RP Account +21

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send ❣️ if you think my muse is well-written!

have fun RPing with me? have fun reading my stuff? just all around get heart eyes seeing my muse pop up? show some love! it’s always appreciated.

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"𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔯 '𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔪', 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰. 𝔅𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯. ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔭 𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥."

Independent Vampire/Horror OC 10+ Years of Exp Mutuals/Selective/Private Warning: Contains highly triggering content

[vaememes]

send ' ▼' for my muses reaction to yours straddling/sitting on their lap.

alternatively send ’ ▼+ reverse ’ for my muse to straddle / sit on your muses lap.

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Muse Dean Winchster

Open RP | Multiple Replies

Song Loosen Up by Winger

Leaning over to the night stand between the two beds, Dean turned the radio volume higher. The song Loosen Up by Winger filled the small space of the cramped and rundown motel room.

"Common, this shit speaks volumes about my mood." With his pointer finger extended, the eldest winchester pointed at the other on the opposite bed. His head bobbed with the guitar riffs.

"I'm spending too many days under pressure. About to lose it—lose my mind. I need to loosen up." He slid down the bed slowly before rising to his feet.

"Loosen up. I need a little juicing up. I've been hanging from the noose. Baby won't you cut me loose. Come on everybody. Losen up." With his head still bobbing, Dean pretended he was playing an air guitar with his lips pursed.

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Muse: Bastian Merlani

//The Asshole Warlock//

Open Banter / Multiple Replies Welcomed

"Shit." Bastian uttered dramatically. While his words and actions were meant to sound serious, there was no fiber in his being that was serious.

"How did you manage to get away with that?" The arm that way laid out over the back of the couch moved only slightly to point at the healing wound on the other.

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OOC~

Going to post an open interaction so feel free to reply if you want.

[satanlikedmydonuts]

♢⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

ꜱɪxᴛʜ ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

The day was dragging but the male-only lifted his head from his screen when the sun began to descend from behind the city skyline. His hand rose to his head as he ran his long fingers through the untamed locks of hair that hung around his temple as he huffed a small sigh towards his yet unfinished paperwork but instead of going back to it he resorted to standing up after saving his work and heading towards his front door only taking a few moments to gather his belongings including his jacket and his wallet before he walked out locking the door behind him and heading down the steps of his apartment to the door that leads out of his complex.

The typical British weather greeted him, cold and sharp in its embrace as he headed south towards his local pub pulling the jacket up to protect his neck from the small sharp licks it greeted him with as he walked only stopping once he had reached his destination and pushed the door open walking inside. The smell of beer and cheap perfume greeted him as he wandered inside taking a moment to get used to the odour before he headed towards the bar ordering himself a bottle of beer before paying and walking towards a booth that he usually occupied only to find it taken by a female who’s scent resembled that of blackberries and cinnamon all blended with a small dash of liquorice.

❛ Excuse me ❜ He spoke out clearing his throat a little before he gestured towards the other side of the booth that was unoccupied  

❛ Mind if I sit with you? ❜

Keep reading

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~ Sofya Voloshin

Why was she here? She had told herself she wouldn't do this again and yet here she was. Perhaps it was to just catch a glimpse of him or maybe she hadn't truly let him go yet. She told herself this was it. This would be the last time she saw the man who owned her heart and didn't even know her name.

Stirring the spoon, she focused on the soft singing of the metal against the ceramic. Sofya mind slipped away—taken under by the painful waves of her memories. Through the darkness, buried beneath the endless heart ache were shining pearls of happiness.

The way his skin felt after a clean shave or the way the sun would hit his hair at just the right angle that it almost looked like he had golden thread woven into his natural hair. She missed it—she missed him. It wasn't until a familiar voice—one in which was beginning to fade from her mind—cut through her thoughts that Sofya stopped stirring.

Emerald eyes rose from the mug and only to land on the very man's face she had been so desperate to see. She couldn't help the soft inhaled she took. A nervous smile fleeting over her face as she withdrew the spoon from her tea.

"Sure." The response was uncertain and low. How could she say yes? What was wrong with her? It felt like her heart was close to bursting out of her chest and had she still been holding her spoon it may have clattered against the mug.

[xmagik-kingdomx]

My notes are busted again whoop

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OOC~

Mine too.

[nitequeennox]

A writing partner of mine has convinced me to make a new writing/roleplay blog. Never done that here. Might be interesting.

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OOC ~

Tumblr would have their socks blown off if you started roleplaying here. Just saying.

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OOC—

Hello hello. I have returned. Not sure if anyone is still around but yeah.

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I know you're dead inside—that's what I like.

Darling, don't be so shy. I'll see you at midnight.

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Ooc;

Giving my blog a fresh look and face lift. Changed the username and layout so here I am.

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Continued from x || @preciouspearlsofpulp

     A warm breath escaped her as she stared up at the man looming over her, his voiced command echoing in her ears and drowning out the screaming sense of danger that had only barely begun to take hold. The shadows around them felt as if they were swallowing them, hiding them away from the flickering candle lights and the distant sound of chatter. 

     Sliding her slender fingers over the lapel of her burgundy jacket, Gemina took hold of the delicate lace scarf that was wrapped there and pulled it down, her head rolling back to expose where her heart was gently pulsing in her throat. “Please.” She whispered to him despite not knowing what it was in her that she suddenly craved. 

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Bjorn stood watching the lace coast across the milk-like complex of her skin—its caress was subtle, however, it brought her scent wafting towards him as the material fell away. His nose wrinkled in response the moment those delicate notes of lavender and cedarwood greeted his sensitive senses. He had already begun pressed his tongue against one of his elogated canines as his lips thinned—a failed attempt at control and composure.

Stepping forward, he closed the distance between them with impossible ease and towarded over her, more so than previously. His fingers came up to graze the side of of her neck only to disappear in the expertly pinned blonde curls fastened to the back of her head, his thumb tracing a slow line up the front of her lengthy throat. Bjorns eyes sweeped over the curve of her cheeks, the swell and dips of her lips, all the way down until he reached the gentle throb of her artery.

The blood there audibly cursed through it's pathway, singing it's sinful song of seduction. He leaned down, his thumb now paused at the apex of her throat, and hovered over the area allowing the flesh to roll over in goosebumps before he pressed his lips to the majestic thrum. So much life just barely contained beneath fragile skin. His lips came away but not too far.

"Very good, Ms. Volarious—" he whispered, his accent slipping, his words curving to his old tongue.

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Out of Character

I am here for the taking. Come ateth me bro.

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Out of Character

To bed I go. Goodnight.

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Loki | The God of Mischief

[Closed banter with @ithinkicanwritestuff ]

I lowkey adore this wordy hooman.

"I'm sorry, /brother/—I thought you looked absolutely radiant in that pushup bra." A slow grin slipped across Loki's face making the corners of his eyes crease.

"How was I to know anyone would walk into your chamber at such an hour?"

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“You thought that I... looked... radiant?” Thor’s intensity grew with each passing word, each pause sequestering seconds at a time. With his final word, both his voice and arm raised to great heights. Yet- his voice was not holding a mighty hammer. His hand, on the other hand, was.

“You should not have followed through with such childish nonsense. Not when I was with my friends from work!” He boomed, emphasising the last three words with a mixture of embarrassment and rage.

Eh, what the hell? They were Gods, he could take it.

With that understanding in mind, the mighty Thor threw his Mjolnir across the sky towards Loki. His curled eyelashes, straightened hair with pink tie clips, and barren chest would soon be a great distance away from the hammer and its target.

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Loki's smile did not falter, in fact, it seemed to widen the longer he gazed upon his dear brother and his very pretty handy work. Perhaps it was the rage or maybe the the unrelentless need to torment his Golden boy brother but this moment was worth the inevitable blow from Mjolnir. As the godly hammer flew through the air, singing as it turned, the God of mischief didn't move and instead braced for impact.

The sheer weight colliding with his chest stole a audible to hiss from between the Gods lips as he was throw backwards only to collide with the not so soft wall several feet behind him. For a moment, the wind was stolen from him but it didn't take long to him to bounce back. Mjolnir had already come away leaving behind him and the rocky destruction in it's wake. Wrapping his fingers along the edges of the small crater his body is made, Loki peeling himself out of the debris.

"My dear brother—" he virtually hissed as he found his footing amongst the stones.

"I could have done much worse infront of your work friends. Atleast I picked a flattering color. I'm almost certain an Asgardian would trade a sheep for you."

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“That’s it, bare your throat to me.” @ whatever muse you'd like

Bjorn Halfdan

The pupils of his eyes seemed to dilate so wide that the blue iris surrounding it almost entirely vanishing. His nostrils flared slightly and his gums ached sending a pang of hunger crashing over his being. The muscles laid beneath immovable marble stone that was was his flesh, tensed—ready to snap at any given movement. Shifting on his feet, the vampire muttered around his now drying throat.

"That's it,—" the sound was coming from deep within his chest, a suppressed wild demand.

"—bare your throat to me." his fingers twitched, itching to extend and wrap around the side of her throat—feel her pulse beneath the soft flesh.