[thatwritingjuju]

currently v slow & selective activity.

call me juju. mun and muses are 30+ & prefer to rp with muses matching. blog will and does contain mature themes - viewer discretion is advised. check out my muses page to find out more. dni if you are a minor.  discord upon request and will rp on discord selectively please read my rules before interacting!

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[witzbold]

With a significant portion of the RP community now over 40 (as a millennial these people are the ones I'm looking up to for they introduced me to Roleplay in the late 90s), normalizing and uplifting older muses is more important than ever. Reject the narrative that worth and desirability belong solely to the young. Let's diversify our writing. Reblog if you stand for mature muses (40+).

[thedevilsbckbone]

closed starter for @thatwritingjuju

"You know, detective—if I didn't know any better—I might start thinking you're stalking me at this point." Maité playfully teased she caught sight of the man sitting by himself at the bar. The words came out in a joking manner, though it amused her even more deep down knowing just how little he knew those words to be true. Maité preferred to keep it that way too.

Playing up the charm, adding an extra little strut to her walk, she approached him with a warm smile she easily tacked on. "Looks like we both got the night off, huh? Mind if I join you?" It was risky sure, to get involved like this, but Maité was a smart woman and at the end of the day, Nathaniel was still just a man—and men were easily distracted by a pretty face.

[thatwritingjuju]

He'd been on the case for a while now. Every so often other cases took priority thanks to the bureau, but this one always followed in his rearview. No matter what he did, or how much time had passed by - these victims stayed living rent free in his mind. Justice. That's all Nate wanted for the families. Justice - to put the blame on someone, and stop them from hurting anyone else.

Said case was no longer his, though. It had fallen in the hands of the Cold Case Division seeing as some time had gone by. But the killer was at large; Nate felt it in his gut. More murders were popping up with similar M.O.s. Despite them not being identical, something in his gut knew they belonged to the same person.

Sitting at the bar with a tired hand around cool glass and the other holding his forehead, Nate's head popped up like a jack-in-the-box. Hearing the woman's familiar voice took him by surprise, but it was one that brought a small smile to his face. He turned in the stool to face her. "Look at you." No, really. Look at her. Fucking gorgeous. "How'd you get the night off? Uh - you want something to drink? On me?"

[ungratcful]

"what?" paloma shrugged as she noticed the other woman's outstretched hand. of course she had her recorder on her. when didn't she? it only took her a few seconds of charlie eyeing her for her to fish the small device out of her back pocket and hand it over. "here," she conceded. "talk to me." paloma was very work-minded, but that didn't mean she didn't have time for relationships.... even those with a detective. most of the time it also meant she got advance notice on things so she could report on them without being too conspicuous-- it was a win-win. the personal connection was there which she loved, and the working benefit of being privvy to most information was definitely a sweetener.

[thatwritingjuju]

charlie realized she really didn't have a life outside the precinct. all day and night, twenty-four seven she'd be thinking about one of the several cases assigned to her - on top of trying to solve her own mother's murder. when paloma came into her life, it was nice to be understood. it was nice to have someone with just as much of a reckless work ethic as she.

grabbing the recorder from palmoa, charlie shoved it inside her jacket pocket. she didn't continue until her counterpart got comfortable. "you ever think about hanging it up? just drop everything and move to an island to start over?"

[thinkitsforever]

“Ah, we meet again,” Madeline greeted with the tiniest hint of an amused grin, not surprised in the least to see Conrad back in her emergency room so soon. Had it even been a full week yet? Regardless, she rubbed her hands together after taking a pump of sanitizer from the wall dispenser before stepping closer to assess the most recent glaring injury.

“Looks like whoever did this to you might be ready for the professional ring,” the doctor observed, going about her routine of cleaning each fresh cut. It was something Conrad was very much used to by that point, so there was no true need for her to walk him through each step like she would with a first timer. “Yeah, a couple of these are definitely going to need stitches. Are you feeling lightheaded, dizzy, nauseous, or anything like that right now?”

[thatwritingjuju]

When the doctor finally arrived, Conrad straightened. Most of the wounds were on his face - a split lip, cut eyebrow, cut on his right cheekbone and a black eye for days. "Nah, just the pain in my face," he answered with a grumble. "Especially this one." A finger pointed toward the cut eyebrow. "This one'll definitely need stitches. It was bleeding in my eye on the way here." He'd said more words to the doctor than he had all day. "I know the drill; if I start to feel lightheaded or off in anyway, let you know."

[femalestunning]

MORENA BACCARIN for Rose & Ivy by Brendan Wixted (April 2022)

[chains0flove]

         “sorry,  traffic.  i  was  watchin'  my  nephew.  my  sister  had  a  thing.  her  sitter  left  town  or  whatever.”  martina  quickly  explained,  popping  the  mint  gum  in  her  mouth.  “just  have  to  get  dressed  and  finish  my  face.  any  regulars  ask  for  me?”

[thatwritingjuju]

Had one of the Cardenas family members been present for Martina's tardiness, a whole other conversation would've taken place. In fact, no talking would've happened, just punishment. Lucky for the girl, Mateo isn't a savage like them. "Martina," the man called, giving the girl a stern look. "You know why I'm hard on you about you being late a lot. I'm trying to protect you. Honestly, this needs to stop. You should be on stage by now."

[thatwritingjuju]

continuation from here @poisonedhoneyy

Quin had to literally bite her tongue from sliding in a sarcastic remark. The amount of money Luca and his men brought in from the many hours keeping them out of jail really was immense. Despite knowing the party was always guilty, it wasn't her job to judge. No, the Benjamin's in her account were there for her to create a flaw in 'beyond a reasonable doubt'. With Luca's connections, and how far his manicured claws reached, Quin was able to get mistrial after mistrial - no guilty verdict after another. Thanks to him, and a few others who also had reach, her numbers were the best in the city. "Are they currently in police custody?"

[muse-legion]

Closed starter for: @thatwritingjuju (Bruno & Ximena)

Bruno strolled up the the sun-kissed terrace of the luxurious Mexican villa, his piercing blue eyes scanning the familiar area. He had always been a man divided—torn between his life as a secret heir, back in Italy and the shadows he had now returned to confront, in form of the second in command of an allied cartel. Standing tall with rugged features and a rather neutral expression, his deep azures remained hidden behind a pair of expensive designer sunglasses- upon his best friend‘s request. Although the Italian found it to be childish and ridiculous; ever since the other man had taken over his fathers position, Bruno had sworn to himself he’d show him the same kind of respect he did to the old man. And he was a man of his word. After three years in Italy, he now found himself summoned back to Mexico. While the two men had always kept in touch, he hadn't been able to attend the wedding a few months ago. In a world like theirs, there was no room for sentimentality and as much as he admired his friend, it was no secret he wasn’t exactly one to value traditions and marriage in the first place so he wasn’t exactly sure what to think about the news. But who was Bruno to question him?

Although he was in the possession of a key, he rang the bell regardless, never forgetting about his manners, much to most people’s surprise. While he was expecting his friend to open it, his phone chimed with a message. ‘Welcome back, bro. Got sth to take care of. Make yourself home.’ But before he could even react, the door opened regardless and there she was. The woman he assumed to be the wife. “Buenos días, Señora. Soy Bruno, el amigo de Juancho. Mucho gusto.” Over the years, he had perfected his accent, being the perfectionist he was. The Italian offered his hand politely, causing the white sleeve of his tailored shirt to roll up and reveal a sneak peek of the ink on his arm. Flashing his charming smile without wanting to, he squeezed her hand briefly.

[thatwritingjuju]

It was either marriage or death. That is what Ximena repeated since the wedding - hell, even before. And as much as death seemed a hell of a lot more appealing than being touched by Juancho, Ximena still held pieces on the board. If she maneuvered things correctly, her ultimate goal could still be obtained.

For the time being Ximena resided in Mexico with Juancho. Lucky for everyone, Juancho had a lot of business to attend to now handling the business for his old man and Ximena's portion of the Cardenas organization. Her men didn't respect her new husband. Ximena didn't expect them to. As long as they continued business as usual, no issues would arise. Or at least, she thought.

"Puñeta!" An exhausted hand ran down her face. Burner phone held tightly against her ear, she listened to what the voice on the other end described as an absolute shit show caused by her darling husband not knowing what the fuck he was doing. "Lo siento. Hay algien a la puerta. Un momento."

Ximena placed her most deadliest glare upon opening the front door. When he introduced himself, her brow rose. "Y? Que to haces aqui?"

[fassylovergallery]

[luciddream5]

Of all the things Aurora could never ever have imagined, it’d be this situation. For one, she never anticipated being on a commercial flight. The brunette was a princess, but their family plane was being serviced. She could have waited, but she wanted to get back home. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, absolutely regretting her choice to get on this flight as the plane went down. But she didn’t die – which surprised her. She was injured, though, and the only other survivor was Dean. Of all the people to be stuck with – it was him. The only benefit she could think of was that he had some survival skills. Odds are she’d be dead if it weren’t for him – and she hated that she owed him that.

Though it seemed he didn’t mind being stranded quite so much, Ari did. She missed all the amenities of home, especially easily available food and water. The brunette did try to somewhat give them both space, but this was also incredibly boring. There was nothing to do there and it made the days drag on endlessly for her. Walking around a bit, she’d been looking for something to eat, trying to remember what was or wasn’t safe. She got caught on some sharp branch, and that’s what had her reluctantly dragging herself towards the familiar male. Rolling her eyes, “Don’t sulk,” she turned to show him the back of her arm, around the tricep. It was bleeding. It wasn’t severe or profusely bleeding, but it was a decent cut from the branch. “If I could get this patched up alone, I would, but it’s the back of my arm and you’re literally the only other human here so….” She was trying hard not to catch an attitude, exhaling a little deeply. “I wish you were a shop, I’m hungry,” she admitted with a quiet mumble.

[thatwritingjuju]

When Dean stumbled upon Aurora's unconscious body on the beach, he'd admit there was a back and forth battle between doing the right thing … or not. The angel on his shoulder ended up winning after he'd already walked half a football field away.

Her injury wasn't serious but it would take a bit to heal. Damn.

The entirety of her speech basically was ignored. A sort of chipmunk chirping at him is what Dean could equate her voice to. And should her request not have had to do with patching up a wound, his response would have been to fake a snore or walk away. But, an open wound on a remote island without proper care could result in fatal consequences.

Dean sighed - eyes rolling. "What'd you do? Pick a fight with a butterfly?"

[thatwritingjuju]

to release the threads i have in my queue all at once, or not to. that is the question. why am i like this?

in other news, i'm quickly working through my drafts on this scorching hot wednesday - so quickly i will be done with them within the hour. so give this a like if i can go through your open starters and reply to one or two! ;)

[undead-potatoes]

Someone, jokingly: Haha I kinda ship our OCs

Me:

[roleplayasksandmemes]

Reblog if you're multi-thread friendly.

[thatwritingjuju]

continuation from @ofxinnocencewrites

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he held out the puppy, examining it closely as if it'll give the secrets to the world. it was cute. what with those beautiful dark grayish eyes looking up at him, tongue out - panting to contain the vibrating excitement throughout it's body. "why are you doing this for me?" brody finally blurted out, pinning the pup back under his arm. "do you treat all acquaintances like this? i just help you train ..."

[mccnxhild]

open to: any gender~ ↳info: hosung, 25, emt

"it's a good thing you called." hosung says to the other as they took him to their kitchen. he was off shift but when the other called saying they cut their finger making dinner he asked a few questions before grabbing his go back and heading over. "you ought to be more careful yea? maybe we should get you those cutting gloves." he teased them before grabbing them by the waist and putting them up on the counter not thinking anything of it. "now lemme see." he says placing his bag down and opening it next. holding his hands out to take their hand in his he examines it carefully. "hm.."

[thatwritingjuju]

all she wanted to do was cook a homecooked meal instead of ordering out ... like usual. Money ran tight and she couldn't keep doordashing dinner as much as she wanted to. of course, the first time rylie experiments with a recipe she goes and cuts her palm.

rylie - 0 avocado pit - 1

"i'm typically fine," she protested, not batting an eye when hosung lifted her onto the counter. all her attention had been on her actively bleeding hand. thank fuck there was an emt in her building - and they were on friendly terms. "what's 'hmm'? what do you mean 'hmm'? please don't tell me i have to spend my night in the ed."

[thatwritingjuju]

open to all | @indiestarter

“i would love to help you, truly, but i’m currently suffering from a terminal case of ‘not my problem’ and my doctor says there’s no cure.”