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Setting fire to our insides for fun...

[thottiehardy-deactivated2023111]

Project X (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/uKpWYAani2 Samantha Harris has recently left her job as a personal assistant to a well-known CEO of an telecommunications company. 

One day she meets a mysterious woman with silver hair and kind eyes who works as a research developer of Genesis Corp, a company that specializes in A.I. technology. Impressed by Sam’s personal history, she offers her a position that pays a whopping two million dollars. 

The job? “Date” an artificial simulation named X.

[therecklessmuses]

Hello everyone,

So a few months ago I started making a new rp blog in the hopes of pushing myself to get back in the swing of things (i.e. actually writing for myself for once instead of forcing myself to write strange articles for money). I had around 2-3 open plots available which were up for grabs but then I had to cut my responses short. Eventually it started out as a few replies each day, to every other day, to every week, and even sometimes even longer than that. My most frequent partner @mysteriousxmisfits knows why I may not rp back despite the fact that I’ve only returned for a short time.

Anyway, the Project X//Becoming Human muse was so strong that I decided to write a story about it on wattpad, a free reading site for aspiring writers who want more eyes from readers around the world. If you’re interested in reading it, here is a link to the story: https://www.wattpad.com/story/208206911-project-x

I’ll be keeping this rp blog for references. If I don’t reply to messages or I stopped rping with you, I am truly sorry. I know that if I rped this story without giving it my all by making it into a story then I’d regret it for the rest of my life.

You can follow my random blog @tomhardysmyspace

Love you all,

Kai Ren

[therecklessmuses]

cagedisthebird‌:

              mcqueen armadillos … ?? she was not one who knew her brands  - but she could imagine how painful that twist of an ankle could be.  would it even be considered a twist of an ankle or more of a broken one. 

   ‘ - yeah. thank god they weren’t.’ she mused to herself - as she was rested the palm of her hand along the wall, -  giving her a bit of more support then just straight balancing on one heeled foot. she was listening to the other though - as she had her hues fixed on the ground to inspect her leg - just slowly wondering how long it would take her to get back to her car from where they were , until he mentioned something.

   ‘ a rave?’ amused, octobor let out a soft noise of a laugh ‘ - uhm, i mean.’  raves were definitely not something she was into UNLESS she had a group of people she was extremely comfortable with.  but she did say she owed him a favor.  ‘ if i didn’t say i owe you favor  - i would decline. buut.’ she held a soft smile along her lips. ‘  i guess. - when? where? and how are we going to met up ??’ 

Truth be told, Jules had no idea why he was suddenly feeling friendly. He liked being alone. His life consisted of throwing LGBT events at his underground bar, doing tattoos, and if he had time he'd allow a few drug transactions to occur in his establishment (so long as he got a cut of the profits).

❝ Dunno if you know my place but it's called the Foxhole. ❞ he looked at her leg. He was unsure of how that leg was gonna fix itself though. ❝ It'll be on Halloween, think you can make it? Bring whoever. Dress whatever. ❞ there were still a few days left before the event so...

❝ Okay where is it. ❞ he said briskly. That wasn't a question. ❝ Your car. We're taking you to the hospital. ❞ wow, since when was he mother of the year?

[therecklessmuses]

mysterious-muses‌:

Was it odd that Doe actually found her flirting with him without truly knowing who he was as a good icebreaker? It was far handier than the awkward ‘hi I’m your SM’ small talk. She had wished she could’ve kept up the illusion that she still wanted to bust his face in for the stunt he pulled but after her teasing it was painfully obvious she had no intention to break him- well not in that way anyway.

“I had hoped for someone with a higher IQ than me but I guess that’s not gonna happen,” She joked.

“No no- you’re not what I expected… which is good.” She explained, rubbing at the back of her neck.

“Disappointed you rebuffed me for- well me.” She asked curiously.

He laughed, taking the cig from his mouth and crushing it against the ground with the sole of his boot.

❝ Nope you're stuck with me. ❞ he said brightly almost like's it a good thing. He raised a brow at her statement.

Was that a compliment? It was almost too good to be true.

But of course like everything he did, he had to ruin the mood.

❝ Rebuff? Since when did I do that? ❞ he asked. Does avoiding her for years count as that?

[iconicgirls]

Zoë Kravitz photographed by Zooey Grossman for Rolling Stone Magazine

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mysterious-muses‌:

Isobel stared at him impassively before saying, “Somehow I don’t think l’ll be calling my dad who i’m adamantly avoiding like the plague and being all ‘Sorry you couldn’t get in touch with me daddy but I was getting stoned with my tattoo artist mate, you should check his place out.’ I don’t think he’d appreciate it.” She teased. “Chill, l’ll keep you as my little secret.”

“If I was straight, I better have been an exception too,” She playfully warned. Usually Iz wouldn’t have a problem joining him behind the bar, she lacked boundaries like that but she wanted to give him space. She shrugged, leaning against the counter. She’d turned off her phone hours earlier to avoid getting inundated with angry messages. “Does it matter? It’s 5 o clock somewhere.”

Jules poured the ingredients in a tumbler. He didn't really use a jigger when he's with friends but there's no reason to tell Iz that.

❝ You'd be surprised on how many of my flings gave that excuse. Especially for the closeted ones. ❞ he grinned. He was everyone's dirty little secret, and he liked it that way although he did wonder what it would be like to be actually friendly.

❝ Hmmm... ❞ he slide the glass over to her, slapping a paper napkin on the counter. He's certainly not going to tell her that she already got some of the perks of being his friend. Maybe someday. Maybe.

❝ I'll drink to that. ❞ he said, pouring his own drink and lifting it up towards her.

[therecklessmuses]

mysterious-muses‌:

Iz did worry about Jules but she also knew that suffocating feeling of having someone touch you when every part of you wanted to shy away so she’d never push it. Instead she just offered a warm smile.

“Can’t a girl just visit her friend without there needing to be- I’m suppose to be with my parents and they know where I live but they don’t know your place.” She admitted with a defeated sigh.

❝ A secret I hope will stay that way. ❞ he said seriously. Living in a bar that housed LGBT events, casual drug dealing, tattooing services was not something he like to advertise. Sure Jules could use more money but if anyone knew where he lived and work then it'll attract some of the most annoying people in the world.

❝ I have a strict no straights policy. ❞ he joked lightly. ❝ Except for Fenwick. ❞ he stood up from the couch he was sitting on and went behind the counter, making Iz a drink. ❝ I don't know what time it is but I hope you don't mind a Tom Collins which is basically alcoholic lemonade. ❞

[bangchanhasbigfeet]

OH MY GOD HIS FACE I CAN’T EVEN 

[backbcnes]

i know this is cliche af but i want a plot where muse a is broke as hell and does little jobs to get by and gets hired to spend a summer at some rich family’s estate and do some stuff around the house. meanwhile there’s muse b who is a part of the family who owns the estate and leads a lifestyle of lavish parties and thoughtless spending, and is entirely different from muse a. still, they keep bumping into each other, and eventually end up growing close to the point where muse b sneaks muse a into fancy parties, and muse a takes muse b out to know the seedy little bars hidden out of the view of the wealthy or for motorcycle rides in the dead of night because they keep this relationship under wraps? and maybe there’s even some angst and jealousy when muse a runs into an ex they never thought they’d see again or muse b is flirting with someone else at a party muse a is working at. this could be so much fun tbh

[therecklessmuses]

mysterious-muses‌:

Her bravado dampened when she noticed his reaction. He was possibly married? She hadn’t spotted a ring. Separating then? Whatever it was he seemed conflicted about it and Doe couldn’t put herself in the middle of that. 

“Take your time,” She said, without the distraction her mind drifted to her tattoo, to her SM. Followed quickly by an ache in her chest, he’d stood her up. No amount of shameless flirting would fix that level of disappointment. She was done, she wasn’t going to message him after this. Had he only agreed to shut her up about the tattoo?

She hadn’t long to get worked up over it though before her arm started to tingle, shrugging off her jacket, she eyed the message half expecting some half-assed excuse.

“Where we said, where the hell ar-” She stopped short, glancing around there was no one within a few yards of the tree apart from her and Benjy. It couldn’t be..The universe really did enjoy making an ass out of her. Pulsing her lips, she tucked the pen back into her pocket. 

“Oi Fenwick, you’re an idiot.” She mused as she approached.

“.. We’re idiots.” She explained, a little amused as she held up her wrist where his message was starting to fade.

His brows furrowed in worry. Was she late because something happened? Was she lost? Could it be that she simply didn't want to see him? The possibilities were endless on what could happen to a person you have never met yet. He was just about to send another message until a familiar voice broke his concentration.

❝ Wha--? ❞ he looked up, watch Dorcas approach him and held her wrist up. The remnants of his penmanship stayed until it faded into her skin.

❝ Well then... ❞ his surprise shifted to a look of amusement and playfulness.

 ❝ Disappointed? ❞

[therecklessmuses]

cagedisthebird‌:

                   ‘ oh wait - what are you doing?’ was what left her lips when he crouched down towards her legs. she was not expecting him to aid the twist of her now pulsing ankle that screamed at her it was in pain. ‘ you don’t have to do that.’ she insisted  ‘ i will be okay the moment i sit down. - somewhere.’ but he was already wrapping his scarf around her ankle that was much swollen than what she had pictured it to be when she looked down at the fingers the weaved the scarf around the hurt body part. 

 ‘  .. it wasn’t really running around. just trying to break these new shoes in .’ she hissed out softly as she moved to kneel down and take the snaps off of the small heels she was wearing to walk around barefooted. ‘ my friend thought i could keep up with her - and when i did prove to her that i could keep up - she hit my shoulder a little to hard and sent me stumbling.’ she slowly stood back up and sighed. 

 ‘ stupid, i know. but. - uhm, how should i repay you for your kindness?? i mean, you didn’t have to give me your scarf -.’

The corners of his lips quirked into a little smile. His mother used to put on impossibly high heels during her work in the night, only to come home later with a face full of glitter, makeup, and hundred dollars all over her costumes. Although compared to her now deceased drag queen mother, the girl's heels look pretty normal.

❝ Well at least they're not McQueen Armadillos. ❞ he mused, remembering how that was a fad back then and how nearly every drag performer fell off the stage of his bar just to perform Bad Romance.

❝ Nothing really, just... ❞ he paused. Hmmm...a favor huh? This can be   i n t e r e s t i n g.

❝ On second thought, ❞ the tone of his voice changed. ❝ How would you like it if you'd come to a rave? ❞

[therecklessmuses]

mysterious-muses‌:

“It’s me.. Jules it’s me, I’m sorry, I didn’t think,” Isobel being Isobel had glided in and without a second thought placed her hand on his back to get his attention. She held her palms up as she apprehensively took a step back to give him space.

❝ Iz -- ❞ he sighed, embarrassed about his less than chill reaction although. Hopefully, Isobel seemed to be getting used to his idiosyncrasies.

❝ What is it? ❞ he asked with a smile, deciding to switch topics altogether.

[therecklessmuses]

mysterious-muses‌:

Getting caught up in the moment, Sofia moved onto his lap; shifting to straddle his thighs. She wanted to be as close as possible to him. His touch sending shivers down her spine causing her to press up against him. Her mind having gone completely blank to everything other than how right it felt.

An involuntary moan escaped her lips when she broke away, followed quickly by the reddening of her cheeks. It took a moment before her eyes flickered open again, all her nerves instantly put to rest by his dorky grin.

As soon as she slowed her ragged breathing, she whispered softly. “Did I live up to expectations?” her fingers continuing to lightly run through his hair.

His mind was still reeling from that incredible yet intense sensation. It was as if his programming was trying to restart over and over again even though nothing went wrong. It was only her voice that help snapped him out of his reverie.

He chuckled softly. ❝ You never disappoint. ❞ he teased lightly. As far as he's concerned, he had no one to compare it to and he wasn't looking for that. He sighed softly, pressing his forehead against hers while his fingers traced down her body. Not wanting to let her go.

❝ Do you want me now? ❞ he whispered, kissing her cheek gently. 

[therecklessmuses]

thesteadfastx‌:

Open To: M | F | NB

Peter had been looking for a way to explain his life, his situation, his responsibility to them for a long time. The only person he’d allowed close since the death of Gwen, the only person who had a prayer of understanding. And now, here they were about to run head first into trouble. So he dropped in front of them, mask on at first. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going?!” He asked, stopping them by spinning them with his web. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous that way?” A chuckle left as he pulled off the mask, sure no one else was within sight. “Besides… I heard that spider guy handled the whole thing….” Shaking slightly, ready for rejection, Peter held the mask in his hand. “I also head he’s kind of in love with you.”

Julian was pissed. Not only did he try to actually control his temper but the rare moments that he made it out of his way to make people feel better actually came to bite him back on his ass.

Yes they stole tips from his parlor. Yes it was a big deal.

He needed that extra money for someone.

❝ Come here. ❞ he hissed, already on his way to slip inside an alley before he was pulled back by some strong material. He blinked, looked at the substance that surrounded his body and met the eyes of the familiar masked hero.

❝ Not my first time around these parts. ❞ he grunted, trying his hardest to break free from the webbing to no avail. His grumpy expression lightened ever so slightly but stubborn as he was, he could not keep this up. He was just about to explain the reason why he reacted such way only to see the person unmasked.

❝ Wha... ❞ eyes bore into the other person's. ❝ Peter... ❞

[therecklessmuses]

mysterious-muses‌:

“I can play nice especially to gorgeous strangers.” She grinned, the playful compliment smoothly leaving her lips.

Running her fingers through her hair, her eyes sparkling with excitement as a cheeky smirk lit up her face. “I wouldn’t mind getting more personal with you, Benjy.” Her voice lowered, she was teasing him. Flirting was a natural trait for Doe but even so, she couldnt resist throwing in a subtle wink.

“Girlfriend?.. not a wife I hope, they’re so much harder to get rid of.” She joked, arching a brow.

Was he attached?

It must’nt be that serious if he hadn’t shut her down yet.

His smile wavered for a bit. ❝ Not exactly. ❞ he said. He almost felt guilty for talking to this woman instead of waiting for his SM. Yes, he isn't tied to her except by this connection and yes, it wasn't a big deal since she could also have the same freedom but he couldn't help but shake the image of his SM being disappointed in him again.

After all, he already failed her many times before.

❝ Hang on for a bit. ❞ he excused himself, walking a few feet away before pulling out a pen from his pocket.

❝ Where are you? ❞ he scribbled on his wrist, puffing the last bit of his cigarette.

[therecklessmuses]

cagedisthebird‌:

               accidental push and falling over after she brushed their shoulders together, october grabbed at the stranger’s arm to help her from falling at that. she did not mean for the touch to linger on for as long as it did, but a twist of the ankle and a soft curse of words escaped her - she looked up to who she had a hold on and was on the way to apologize for the action when she was interrupted at first. the pools of honey hues widen a tad in surprise at the tone that was given to her - making her quickly letting go and balancing for a moment - as she was not only in pain, but bewildered for the backlash of her action. 

                    ‘ was an accident.’ she tried to explain. ‘ - i was not expecting to be bumped into you the way that i was, but i twisted my ankle a bit along the way and needed your support. - so, that was my fault. i am sorry, again.’ 

❝ Right. ❞ he said curtly, trying not to break his constant face of aloofness or neutrality. He should have known better than to react in that way (or anything at all) but the words escaped him like a vexing reaction.

He looked down at her leg, his frown deepened. Without so much of an invitation, he leaned down and untied his scarf around his neck, wrapping it around her bruised ankle for stability.

❝ Were you running off from someone or something? ❞ he asked. The lack of gentleness or emotion in his voice came across as a series of grunts.

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