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[velourache]

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indie blog curated by ceci ; she / her , 28 , gmt+1 , i will write in english & spanish. non-selective. multimuse. oc's & canon characters. interactions open to any and everyone ( minors dni ).

rules , muses , wanted opposites , open starters

[forbescaroline]

dynamics i've been wanting to gif: charlotte & george - queen charlotte: a bridgerton story If what we have is half, then we shall make it the very best half. I love you. It is enough. I am your Queen. And as long as I am so, I shall never leave your side. You are King. You will be King. Your children will rule. Together, we are whole.

[corilash]

TW: Mentions of Abuse

Leah looked at him as she attempted to get to her apartment door without being stopped, clearly she failed when Jasper had approached her in the hall. Her eyes avoided his when they could though. "Maybe I need to invest in some of that sound proof stuff for the walls.." She muttered then sighed. She knew the walls were thing, she just didn't think anyone cared to listen. "It's nothing, really, just I'll try to keep more quiet, okay?" She offers. She wasn't about to tell him her boyfriend was abusive and they were going through some rough times right now. Money, food, everything was tight right now and it just made him stressed. She just needed to not stress him out as much as she did and things wouldn't happen.

[velourache]

jasper exhales slowly through his nose, his jaw tightening just a fraction at her attempt to brush it off. "i don't care about the noise," he says, trying to mask the dishonesty in his tone. the truth is, the noise is irritating, but what genuinely unsettles him is what's happening within those four walls, the tension he can't quite name. "you could blast music at three in the morning for all i care. that's not what this is."

he shifts his weight, running a hand through his hair before letting it fall back to his side, gaze on her. "if you really want to lie to me, fine," he adds, though there's no real anger in it, he could understand why leah didn't trust him enough for this. "but you could trust me a little more. i think it might do you some good to let it out." for a moment he wonders if he's said too much. he reassures himself thinking he's only being practical, that anyone would say the same.

[swansatcoole]

a pause hangs in the air between them. and she tries to parse through his words, read his mind once more, decode the meaning behind his sentences. it's hard to understand what he wants. his mind has always felt like a riddle she could only ever solve halfway, something jumbled up, closed off to her. " you can't honestly tell me that you think we can be friends, " it feels incredulous, the idea of a friendship with him. she almost wants to laugh again, except it would be humourless this time. " i agreed to this dinner because i thought this would be the ending. " under the table, on her lap, her hands entwine. blanca squeezes her own fingers. her left heel scrapes slightly against the linoleum. " this is no bad blood for me. we'll be strangers again after this, and that sounds . . . perfect to me, actually. what more do you want? are you not tired of us? "

[velourache]

"maybe you're right," he says quietly at first. "maybe we can't be friends." his gaze doesn't leave hers now. if after all this she truly wants to cut every tie between them, there may be nothing left for him to say, nothing he could do to stop it. "but i also don't think we're capable of being strangers." he leans forward slightly, forearms resting on the table, as if he was trying to find some balance that seems to be slipping through his fingers. "you thought this was the ending. i didn't." he drags a hand along his jaw, fingers lingering there as though he might physically pull the right words free, his eyes lowering for a moment before lifting back to hers. "i'm not tired of us. what makes you think that? i thought this dinner could be… something like a reconciliation." the word sounds naïve even to his own ears. he feels it then, that quiet dawning realization that he may have been the only one holding onto that hope. like a fool who misread it all, who walked into the room expecting repair while she had already decided on ruin. his shoulders stiffen slightly, the weight of it settling in, but he doesn't look away. "you are?"

[dolcurias]

⠀⠀⊹ ִ⠀⠀❛ look —— i know hearing each other's business through the walls of this place has been our thing for months now, ❜ a brief pause, and the saliva that she momentarily swallows to hide her nervousness goes down with a struggle, as if her throat was sandpaper. ❛ and we've gotten used to it — which is nice, honestly ! but it still doesn't necessarily mean you're free to meddle in whenever you'd like. ❜ and vice-versa, she adds quietly under her breath – and it's an hypocritical comment coming from her side, because arabella is well-aware of how she has shoved her nose in his business before thanks to the awfully thin walls that separated the two of them at most times. the woman knew more about him than she desired to, even. ❛ besides ... whatever you've heard or saw probably wasn't that serious. we've both heard our fair share of concerning shit coming from the other's place before, no ? ❜

[velourache]

he's taken aback by arabella's honesty. his eyes trace hers, noting the nervousness that seems to ripple beneath her calm. the curiosity only grew, gnawing at him from the inside. he found himself wondering what could have unsettled her so. "yeah, you're right. i can't help sticking my nose where it doesn't belong," he admits, a crooked smile tugging at his lips, trying to soften the confession, a gesture almost defiant. jasper takes a certain pleasure in poking into other people's business. he just didn't seem to know when to step back. "but you know that already, don't you? you know me well… we're almost friends," he adds, letting a light laugh escape. they already knew each other, probably more than they should, considering they're just neighbors and nothing more. "and even if it's not that serious, you could still tell me. besides, you said it yourself, this is our thing, so why stop now?" he tilts his head with a faint, teasing smirk, like daring her to refuse.

[gvzel]

DENIZ BAYSAL / taşacak bu deniz  - 1.12

[gvzel]

MELISA ASLI PAMUK via instagram

[heavenstrvck]

♥ - plots inspired by bite me by renee rapp

mad. muse a and muse b spent their highschool / college years hating each other - not really knowing why. they meet again some years later and muse a ends up confessing that they had a crush on muse b the whole time but didn't know how to deal with it. muse b admits to the same thing. now that the energy has shifted into attraction, they ask themselves - did they waste all this time being mad?

sometimes/why is she still here? a messy situationship vibe. muse a and muse b have been having a thing for years, started as a hook-up but caught feelings along the way. muse a is with someone else and yet keeps stringing muse b along, not really theirs, but not leaving them find someone else. muse b is growing tired of only having them sometimes, and wonders why they're still here.

i can't have you around me anymore. muse a is muse b's ex - and best friend. they've stayed close, probably closer than they should be - too close for muse b's girlfriend's comfort. they hang out in secret places, end up naked, nothing ever happens but they're always a little too close in pictures. when muse b's girlfriend asks them to choose, they decide they can't have muse a around anymore - but can't stop wondering if they should be with them instead.

i like you better when you're gone. muse a and muse b have had a good thing going on for years, but muse a had to move across the country for work and now they only see each other a few times a month. when they're together it feels like before - almost. but slowly, muse a starts feeling that they like muse b better when they're gone - and wonders if they're just idealizing something that is over.

+ (a fun one, to balance out the angst) good girl/shy. muse a has always been a good girl, never drinking or sleeping around. but then muse b showed up and took them dancing 'til the sun came up and they ended up falling in bed together. muse a has always been shy but now she's discovered what being bad feels like and begs muse b to ruin her life, making everyone in her life worried about her.

disclaimer: these plots are intended for queer/sapphic muses - keep that in mind!

[unmusings]

* ✧ — plot ideas !!

childhood sweethearts (on the rocks)

a plot where muse a and muse b have been friends since childhood — here and there, they would have a one night stand, but never really allowed themselves to progress into anything more than just friends. now, as adults who are figuring out the dating scene isn’t as easy as their parents made it seem, muse a and muse b are seeing each other more and more frequently. eventually, muse a starts seeing someone new, and has less and less time for muse b. i’m talking jealousy, tension!!! muse b realizing maybe they’ve had feelings for muse a the whole time, muse a having to make tough decisions — either continue dating this new person or hurt muse b!!! i liiiiive for drama pls

childhood sweethearts (with a twist)

okay but a plot where close childhood friends reunite — except muse a was in love with muse b growing up, and muse b became muse a’s best friend’s high school sweetheart. muse a concealed their feelings for muse b all throughout their friendship, in high school & college, although both muses definitely had feelings & felt sparks for one another long before muse b started dating muse a’s best friend. despite the connection they’d felt, neither wanted to jeopardize any of the friendships between the three, and ultimately, muse b ended up married to muse a’s bff… except now, years later, muse a and muse b reunite at muse a’s best friend’s funeral. imagine the hurt of losing a loved one but having the comfort of yet another loved one?? blurred lines, tension, second-guesses…….

let me take care of you (southern charm)

okay so i’ve been kicking around a ranch hand plot where muse a is looking for help around the ranch they’ve just inherited due to a death in the family, and seeing as they’re just one person with lots of land, and virtually no knowledge on how to take care of it, it’s impossible to go it all on their own… enter muse b. muse b, a man who not only knows how to work the land but can take care of the ranch with ease, finds it impossible to not take care of muse a, while he's at it. just give me texan sunsets and lovers with low static music crooning in the background from some vinyl record please & ty

friends with benefits (with feelings)

a friends with benefits plot where muse a is dead-set, hellbent on not having a relationship and not getting too intimately involved with muse b; muse b has been in love with muse a for years, and muse a knows this, but still can’t bring themselves to get emotionally attached. i need tensionnnn and like, a lil toxicity ykwim??? for the angst omg 

will you come find me (after the party?)

so hear me out — a plot where muse a and muse b met at a friend of a friend’s party & instantly hit it off. muse a is immediately infatuated with muse b — they laugh, talk, drink; they even make an incredible beer pong team. at some point during the night, muse a decides to put the moves on muse b. however, after leaving to get them some drinks, muse a comes back to find muse b kissing someone else… and to make it worse? it’s their boyfriend/girlfriend. tbh this plot could have the potential of a shakespearean comedy if we did it right akdjgh ok i'm talking messssssssyyyy 

you feel like home (but i’ve got a different address)

okay so i need a tense plot where muse a and muse b are soulmates, beyond the shadow of a doubt — but muse a is married to a nightmare of a spouse. little by little, they spend more time together one on one, but it’s getting increasingly harder for muse b to see muse a with their spouse, especially knowing how that spouse treats muse a. idk this is a rough plot/work in progress plot but i feel like it has potential to go somewhere!!!

be my wingman (but take me home)

give me a plot where muse a and muse b, while best friends, are on total opposites of the spectrum – muse a is a total ladies-man/maneater, while muse b is incredibly awkward and fumbly around the opposite sex. they go out to bars, to clubs, to dinner or to brunch – it doesn’t matter, muse a finds it hard to leave without getting the waiter/bartender’s number while muse b tries to figure out if the human body will ever be capable of controlling the blush response. after witnessing the millionth strikeout during a night out at the bars, muse a decides to give muse b some pointers – except muse b has never felt more comfortable flirting, even if just for practice, with anyone else before<3 give me sparks flying, muse a seeing a totally new side of muse b they didn’t think existed; give me staged, practice dates; give me muse a teaching muse b how to win someone over, give me muse a teaching muse b all the ins and outs of relationships - give me muse b taking everything they’ve learned and showing up at muse a’s doorstep anyway - give me muse b taking all the advice they’ve learned and turning around to use it on muse a because the only reason any of their teachings or advice ever seemed to work anyway was because they were with muse a the whole time !!!!! give me an ‘i was in love with you the whole time and had no idea until you taught me how to give a proper kiss, and now your lips are the only ones i ever want to kiss again’ ship, thanks 

i’ll have what she’s having 

needing a mxf strangers to lovers plot where muse a just so happens to be the bartender who saves muse b from a date that’s turned out to be a completely horrible, awkward, and embarrassing dumpster fire. muse a, tending the bar as they normally do, likely for the third night that week, has been watching the disaster unfold all night – keeping tabs on the long & drawn out gaps of silence, tallying each and every forced smile shared. they, along with the other waitstaff, even have a bet going as to who will up and leave the table first. muse a never once waged their bets on muse b folding first. muse b has been trying their best moves all night, but each flirtation simply does not land, always falling somewhere juuust out of reach. muse b hasn’t made a single joke worth a real laugh since they’d walked in the joint, and in an effort to regroup, decides to freshed up at the bar… where they just so happened to be served by muse a. while waiting for their drink at the bar – likely trying to catch a break from the miserable reality that exists back at their table – muse b strikes up conversation with muse a, and suddenly it’s almost as if every joke and flirtation that’d been set off and misfired previously found the exact right place to land… muse a. 

i’m thinkin’ a meetcute where muse a & muse b meet by complete happenstance – it’s a hookup that turns into more; slow burn, muse a/b’s pasts slowly become unraveled; lots of angst revolving whether or not the other is truly ready for a next level relationship, all that jazz !!

mamma mia (how could I resist you)!!

plot based on the movie mamma mia! (2008) – muse a and muse b had a summer fling *decades* ago; seasalt & foam, boardwalk lovebirds; ferris wheel rides & popcorn, winning stuffed animals, strawberry kisses && golden glowed hues, exchanging pieces of one another in moonlight; photobooth strips tucked into back pockets and wallets that eventually became dresser drawers and boxes in attics one year after the next. august slipped through their fingers like the tide goes out chasing the horizon – like waves racing towards the moon. 

[ofthingsunwritten]

Hook: She just needs to go clothes shopping for her kids. Scene: She's out at a shopping center in California. Muse: Indiana Schaffer // 41 // actress // California based Type: Open ( @indiestarter ) OOC Notes: This is open to any interpretation or gender.

"Thank you for meeting me out here!" Indi smiled, turning her attention towards the one that had just joined her. "I know being at the kids clothing store probably isn't how you wanted to spend your day, but, I can promise as soon as I'm done here we'll grab a bite to eat or a coffee or something." she exhaled, turning her attention towards the rack she was flipping through then back at the other for a moment. "How have you been?"

[velourache]

"hey, i don't mind at all. i've survived worse than a kids' clothing store," he teases lightly. this was hardly the worst place aiden could find himself in, he'd ended up in far stranger places. he offers her an easy shrug, hands slipping into the pockets of his jacket as his gaze drifts briefly around the store. "and you don't have to bribe me with coffee, but i won't say no to it either." a faint grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, eyes softening as they settle back on her. "i've been… okay, i guess. busy. what about you? aside from becoming a tiny human's personal stylist?" he tilts his head slightly, watching her with quiet curiosity.

[sentrysvoid]

Doctor Who Lux

[daily-men]

ALFONSO HERRERA NOIR Magazine, June 2024

[daily-men]

DAMSON IDRIS GQ Hong Kong Hype, 2025

[swansatcoole]

open to : anyone ! the scene : blanca contreras aguilar , reporter for sky sports . blanca & y/m are exes or ex-situationships. the relationship did not end well. y/m said some things that stuck with blanca. inspired by the dress by dijon!

is it really in her nature to act this cordial? to not scream or shout at them, to not throw things their way? is it really her inside her own body right now? how could she be this calm and collected, this nonchalant? past her wouldn't be able to make sense of any of this, but maybe the hurt has faded. maybe the anger has left her body ages ago. maybe she's sweated it out during those terrible gym sessions where all she did was break down their conversations inside her head on the stairmaster, playing out the arguments and the ending various different ways. maybe she's forgiven them. maybe her mother finally got to her with her sermons on not holding grudges, on freeing yourself. and, somehow, now, sitting across the table from them inside this restaurant doesn't pain her in any way. blanca closes her menu, pushes back the sunglasses on her nose. " it's so funny, " she remarks, a laugh rolling off her lips. " i'm actually not angry with you anymore. i don't want to be angry with you either. but i also don't want to be friends. "

[velourache]

carter thought he was was ready to let her go, he genuinely thought all of this was just a way for them to say goodbye while there was still something left between them. but after all this time, he wanted to keep something of what they had. he had loved her deeply, not always well, but did that even matter now? whatever he said seemed to hang suspended in the air, meaningless against the weight of the past. blanca's laugh slices through the quiet, and creases form across carter's forehead as he frowns, the first sting of confrontation landing hard. "so… what are we even doing here? i thought maybe we could put the past aside, move on with our lives, without any bad blood." he lets his gaze linger on her, sharp but uncertain, the tension in his shoulders betraying the calm in his voice. "but if that's truly what you want… i guess there's nothing i can say to change it."

[sunbecms]

"yeah, i know." santiago assumes her statement leads to the same conclusion as his : they need to part ways and say goodbye. that's his go-to way of dealing with just about anything. so when she suggests they need to talk through their situation, he doesn't know what to say. "uh ..." he wishes he was normal. wishes he could come up with something profound, special. words that would pull both their hearts into something recognizable so they could move forward one way or another. "i really don't know, jo. i wasn't expecting any of this to happen again."

[velourache]

joanna swallows, the other's hesitation setting her on edge. she knew exactly how santiago handled these situations, but she had been raised differently. she wanted to talk things through, to lay everything out in the open and make sure nothing was left unspoken. a tight pressure blooms in her chest, growing heavier by the second, making it impossible to form a word, let alone make sense of everything unraveling between them. "that much is obvious. i wasn't expecting it either, but here we are." her hands clench slowly at her sides, nails pressing into her palms, as if the sting of the situation wasn't enough. "i know running away has always been easier for you, but pretending this isn't happening won't make it disappear overnight." she holds his gaze, unflinching despite the ache pulling at her ribs. "i'm not expecting a full-on speech, santi, but i figured you'd have something to say.”

[rylandsgrace]

EMMA D'ARCY

Photographed by Joe Cruz for British GQ (15 July 2024)

[velourache]

would love to interact, but the link to your rules doesn't work. sorry if i've missed something! i just want to be respectful before replying. thanks so much!

i didn't have a page set in place, but there you go some basic rules, i'm pretty open at the moment since i'm just starting <3