ask me why my heart's inside my throat.

i rp sad men and sometimes they even stay in character

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indie multimuse rp blog by k featuring muses from marvel, twilight, naruto, ff/kh, and more. medium activity, mutuals only for ic interaction. muses and rules can be found on my CARRD.

oc / crossover friendly (incl. canon-compliant muses), plotting is nice but not necessary, and open to silly / crack ship / self-indulgent threads.

this blog is 21+, minors please DNI.

❛❛ Think of my Pleasure in Solitude, in comparison of my commerce with the world — there I am a child — there they do not know me not even my most intimate acquaintance — I give into their feelings as though I were refraining from irritating a little child — Some think me middling, others silly, others foolish — every one thinks he sees my weak side against my will; when in truth it is with my will — I am content to be thought all this because I have in my own breast so great a resource. ❜❜— John Keats in a letter to his brother George, 1818

ALSO AT: @aarmedanddangerous | @ocularcatastrophe | @parentheticalgod | @memoriiesreturn

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opener for @alleyspat ~

It is hot as fuck in Miami, Florida, and Bruce Wayne does not perform well under hot as fuck conditions, on account of the mood stabilizers.

Still, he has a long history of performing under pressure, and eighty-nine humid degrees in a fresco wool jacket is nothing compared to some of the goddamn bullshit he's had to put up with in the last four years alone.

He is just shrugging said dinner jacket off, revealing a crisp white linen shirt underneath, open at the throat, when he sees his quarry standing near the gate, shifting his weight, hands in his pockets.

The day before yesterday, Bruce had done something he had not anticipated ever needing to do in his life: he'd purchased an escort for the weekend. Not for sex. If there is one thing Bruce has plenty of at his disposal, it is sex. No, this is a character reference.

Two weeks ago, People Magazine, TMZ, Buzzfeed, the fucking New Yorker, all put out articles on Gotham's hottest 30 Under 30 billionaire, jumping on one anonymous tip that implied he was a homophobe and transphobe behind closed doors. It must have been a good fucking tip, because he's now been cut from at least five gala invite lists and shunned publicly on Twitter by several people he would have otherwise considered friends, and now a Google search of his name turns up story after story of one-off instances where he'd said one thing or another that, out of context, made him sound like LGBTQIA+ people disgusted him.

Ridiculous. He's a goddamn philanthropist.

This weekend, he has a wedding to attend. Long weekend in Miami, Friday through Sunday, old friend of his father's who now serves on the BE Board, remarrying for the third time.

And Bruce is paying a man an outrageous sum of money to play his boyfriend for the weekend.

And if the paps are present, as they so often are at these things, by Monday, he'll be a martyred bisexual, and he can go back to fucking normal.

He isn't. For the record. A bisexual. He's pretty sure, anyway.

"Knox," he says by way of greeting as he approaches the other man, all delighted charm and eye crinkles and smooth baritone turned up to twelve. He extends a hand. "Bruce Wayne. Great to meet you in person. You must introduce me to your tailor."

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you've got mail

separated into letters & e-mails . if you are asking a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that these letters / e-mails will be sent from .

letters

📍 a letter arranging a very specific time and place to meet.

🆘 a letter asking for help, but the words do not come easily.

⚔️ a letter challenging the other to a duel at sunrise / sunset.

⛓️‍💥 a letter checking on the other after time apart / unresolved tension.

🤐 a letter confessing a well-kept secret.

💌 a letter confessing feelings that have never been said aloud.

💔 a letter ending things… or trying to.

💣 a letter full of blackmail.

🫖 a letter full of juicy gossip.

❤️‍🩹 a letter full of sincere apologies.

🥀 a letter informing the other of someone’s passing.

🥂 a letter inviting the other to a gathering / event (wedding, dinner party, etc.).

🫂 a letter offering comfort after a recent loss.

🌧️ a letter opening up about one's personal struggles.

📢 a letter sharing major life news (engagement, pregnancy, moving, etc.).

📭 a letter that was never sent (it ends up burned, crumpled, etc.).

🫷 a letter warning the other to stay away.

😡 a letter written in anger that they regret sending.

🕰️ a letter written long ago that only just reaches the other now.

e-mails

📍 an email arranging a very specific time and place to meet.

🆘 an email asking for help, but the words do not come easily.

⛓️‍💥 an email checking on the other after time apart / unresolved tension.

🤐 an email confessing a well-kept secret.

💌 an email confessing feelings that have never been said aloud.

💣 an email full of blackmail.

🫖 an email full of juicy gossip.

❤️‍🩹 an email full of sincere apologies.

🥀 an email informing the other of someone's passing.

🥂 an email inviting the other to a gathering / event (wedding, dinner party, etc.).

🫂 an email offering comfort after a recent loss.

🌧️ an email opening up about one's personal struggles.

🕰️ an email sent long ago that only just reaches the recipient.

📢 an email sharing major life news (engagement, pregnancy, moving, etc.).

📭 an email that was never sent (left in 'drafts' / deleted).

😡 an email written in anger that the sender immediately regrets sending.

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indie multimuse rp blog by k featuring muses from marvel, twilight, naruto, ff/kh, and more. medium activity, mutuals only for ic interaction. muses and rules can be found on my CARRD.

oc / crossover friendly (incl. canon-compliant muses), plotting is nice but not necessary, and open to silly / crack ship / self-indulgent threads.

this blog is 21+, minors please DNI.

❛❛ Think of my Pleasure in Solitude, in comparison of my commerce with the world — there I am a child — there they do not know me not even my most intimate acquaintance — I give into their feelings as though I were refraining from irritating a little child — Some think me middling, others silly, others foolish — every one thinks he sees my weak side against my will; when in truth it is with my will — I am content to be thought all this because I have in my own breast so great a resource. ❜❜— John Keats in a letter to his brother George, 1818

ALSO AT: @aarmedanddangerous | @ocularcatastrophe | @parentheticalgod | @memoriiesreturn

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url update!!

scriptio-continua -> traansversal

new pinned post to come in the meantime please feel free to enjoy my CAARD

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WELL I went into nap prison for six hours today and now I am going to make my multimuse blog into an actual mutimuse blog (did you know this is a multimuse blog? fun fact)

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Twilight AU where Esme is a modern-day human that Carlisle is falling for in conjunction with the canon events of Twilight, which results in Edward feeling like Carlisle is a hypocrite for giving him holier-than-thou advice and doing the same thing as him with less risk because Carlisle has better control.

Anyway I wrote a snippet I'm sharing bc I fucking LOVE writing Jasper:

Over the following week, the hot topic around all of Forks was the new girl dating Edward Cullen. Every adult who came in asked Carlisle about it. Every teenager was talking to each other about it. And when the kids were home, all they did was argue about it. Save for Edward himself, of course, who was out more often than home these days.

"Bet he's climbing into her window," Emmett snickered one evening midway into the week.

"Oh, Emmett, ew," Alice scoffed. "Edward is a gentleman, right Jazz?"

Jasper looked up slowly from the book he'd been pretending to read, and he had an expression on like he was being asked to testify against his will.

"He's a gentleman," he allowed. "He's also not in this house, it's eleven at night, and he hunted this morning. Y'all can do that math however you like."

"Thank you," Emmett said, vindicated, and held his fist out. Jasper regarded it, sighed, and bumped it, resigned, like he was being asked to co-sign a second mortgage.

"Bet he sits in the stupid rocking chair," Alice groaned, pressing the heels of her palms to her face, trying to remove the mental image.

Carlisle scrolled further into the journal he'd been reading. The same article, now on his third pass. He'd long since memorized the abstract.

Saturday was two days out. He'd moved his Saturday hunt to Thursday, made a point to tell none of his family, and was confronted with his business being everyone else's via Alice's knowing silence that morning anyway. Which was, unfortunately, a side effect of living with five telepathically and precognitively gifted vampires. Privacy was rarely a given in this house.

Chief Swan's daughter, he thought instead. His own son, sat in a rocking chair in her room, watching her sleep. A month ago, he would have called it a crisis. It probably still was. But it was also the closest this house had come to peace in the better part of a year.

"He should bring her Sunday," Carlisle said, not looking up from his laptop. "For the game."

"Are you bringing your girl to the game?" Emmett asked, grinning wickedly. "As I understand it, father dearest, you're to spend the night at this human lady's house?"

"She said she'd host," Alice corrected, also grinning.

"Right," Emmett agreed. "Hosting four hours away from your guest's home usually implies a sleepover though, am I wrong, Jazz?"

"Leave me all the way out of it," Jasper said to his book.

"Jasper thinks you're wrong," Emmett translated, undeterred.

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every man i come across on dating apps is threatening to imprison me in their car or beat my ass at video games unilaterally and every woman i come across is a white nationalist gold star lesbian and every nonbinary person i come across is 18-22.

the last time i dated in any capacity was before tinder was invented why didn't anyone warn me LMFAO

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indie portrayal of a FANDOMLESS ORIGINAL CHARACTER named julia. piloted by @scriptio-continua (k, she/they, 31, est). fairly selective, medium activity, and mutuals only.

jules was originally a marvel (616) oc who is reborn after death due to cosmic bullshit, but i have been reworking her for various verses. oc friendly, multiship friendly, and always open to more verses. plotting preferred.

please check carrd before following. cw for familial SA and romantic partner emotional abuse mentions in prose. i will always tag!

mature themes, 21+ only. minors DNI plz

❛❛ Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object. ❜❜ ― Albert Camus, The Fall

❛❛ Anyone unable to understand how useful religion can be founded on lies will not understand this book either. ❜❜ ― Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle

PROMPTS | INSPO | DRABBLES | OPENS | PINTEREST | PLAYLIST

a study in: the lie that being believed is the same as being saved. the unformed self. the caretaker who cannot be taken care of. being chosen versus being the one who chooses.

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the pastor in married at first sight: swag is so multifaceted.

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one like and i will kiss him on the nose

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For every 📎 I get in my ask box, I'll post a thread that I want to do.

Not necessarily with the person who sends. Just a thread I want to do in general some day.

[thunderousmemes]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 

(starters inspired by too many drinks, city lights, and the kind of honesty that only comes after midnight)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

“You look like you could use another drink… or a bad decision.”

“Don’t tell me you came here alone.”

“I’m not drunk, I’m just—emotionally flexible right now.”

“One more round, and I might actually tell you what I’m thinking.”

“I didn’t plan on running into you here.”

“You’ve got that look—like you’re either about to confess something or start a fight.”

“You’re staring again. Should I take that as an invitation?”

“You ever think about how many bad ideas start with a shot glass?”

“You dance like you’re trying to forget something.”

“It’s way past decent hours—what are you still doing out?”

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓

“You can stop pretending you’re fine. Nobody believes it after their third drink.”

“I thought you didn’t drink anymore.”

“It’s funny—liquor makes you honest, but you still can’t say what you really want, can you?”

“You shouldn’t walk home alone. I’ll come with you.”

“You always talk like this when you’ve had too much.”

“You smell like smoke and regret. It suits you.”

“Let’s make a pact—we don’t talk about this in the morning.”

“You shouldn’t have kissed me. But I’m not asking you to stop.”

“You ever get drunk enough to think the world might love you back?”

“We’re both going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t we?”

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏

“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? I’ll go first.”

“Tell me a truth—just one. The kind you’d never say sober.”

“You’re going to forget this conversation in the morning, right?”

“If I told you I missed you, would you blame the alcohol?”

“You keep drinking like you’re trying to forget something. Or someone.”

“I didn’t mean to call you. My hands just remembered your number.”

“Why are you crying? Don’t tell me it’s just the gin.”

“You said you don’t love me anymore, but you’re still here.”

“Do you ever wonder how we got this lost?”

“Sometimes, I think the night listens better than people do.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 — quiet streets, unspoken things

“I’ll walk you home. You can pretend you don’t need me to.”

“It’s too late for goodbyes, isn’t it?”

“We shouldn’t have let it get this far.”

“You can hold my hand. Just for tonight.”

“Do you ever wish you’d met me sober?”

“Don’t fall asleep yet. The world feels softer when it’s still spinning.”

“Stay until the city forgets our names.”

“You look different under the streetlights.”

“Promise me you won’t vanish when morning comes.”

“I don’t know what I’ll remember most — the taste of the drink, or you.”

[angelslovess]

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I accidentally got a fanfic commission soooo I guess I do that now hmu for your smut or non-smut needs i excel at whump and damaged men misunderstanding their own sexuality

[kataireo]

Y'know, I don't care what I signed, or how much money they paid me to forget. I don't —

#kataireo ; an independent, selective roleplay blog for karen page. nmcu based, with a 616 verse @paigeangel. crossover + oc friendly.

— and I'm not going to just stick my head in the sand and let it happen to somebody else because I am scared.