#wcund

kaia ♡ 23 ♡ dead dove

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#wcund. selective multi-muse indie roleplay blog focusing on an unbearable amount of angst and pain. i like to make new muses for plots and partners. preference given to angst, horror, hurt/comfort, apocalypse, supernatural, fantasy, crime, dead dove do not eat. written by kaia. 23. she/they. gmt.

♡ rules (also under read more) / muses / opens / memes / wanted opposites ♡

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selectivity: i really do love to write and plot with anyone but there are quite a few things i'm selective about and will block/softblock over: ‣ if you have any racist/zionist/homophobic/transphobic/bigoted rhetoric on your blog regardless if it's ic or ooc ‣ if all your muses are white/straight. don't get me wrong, i love a good white boy of the month but it's 2025 and there's no reason for everyone to be using the same few faces. ‣ any type of incest/stepcest/fakecest ‣ if you're under 21

plotting: i love love love dark plots, angst and supernatural themes. i'm always down (and probably prefer) to write taboo/dead dove tropes but my only and biggest limit is absolutely no incest (not even adopted siblings or stepcest)

activity: my muse and activity really depends on how much my brain decides to function. sometimes it could take me a week or a few, other times i might reply instantly. please be mindful of this. you are welcome to bug me as much as you want about replies or check my interest, but i can't promise it'll make me go any faster

formatting: i use small texts, gifs and i like to trim posts.i like to write in the third person, present tense. i don't mind how you format as long as it's not double or triple spaced  l i k e  t h i s. 

fcs: i do have a wanted fc list but it's more of a "these are people from shows/movies i really love and would love to write" but i'm not really picky about opposites. however, there are some i won't write with which include: deceased people, influencers (i can be flexible), singers, any sort of bigots/abusers (and their apologists). specific faces that are "banned" include: gal gadot, megan fox, kardashians, sabrina carpenter, selena gomez, taylor swift, ariana grande, sydney sweeney and there are probably others.

triggers / tagging: i do write smut and will tag it as usfw. i will tag triggers using the format 'trigger cw' e.g. 'murder cw' or 'abuse cw' so please block those tags or let me know if you need anything else tagged. i don't have any triggers that need to be tagged, but i do request that you don't approach me with plots or hc'ing that revolve around abortion, miscarriages and pregnancy unless we have some sort of established relationship because these can be very triggering for me. 

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is anybody still here…

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just need a thread where raquel gets the appreciation she deserves tbh im tired of everyone (mostly me) always putting her in sad situations

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lowkey don’t have raquel muse anymore bc im a dramatic person who creates bad associations easily so im putting her replies on pause until i get over myself lmfao

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i love my bf <3 these r mine follow me on insta @/ketamween c:

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spooky season monsterfucker & horror inspired plots!

the siren's claim

every fifty years muse a, a siren, rises from the sea to choose the most beautiful girl on the beach, binding her to an ancient ritual that keeps the bloodline alive. muse b is the one chosen this time. she could fight it, but the siren's voice coils tight around her bones, and maybe the real danger isn't being dragged under... it's that she doesn't want to escape.

the smallest knight

muse a is the tiniest knight in the kingdom, desperate to prove themselves by slaying muse b, a demon who haunts the forest. but when they finally face the towering creature, things don’t go to plan. instead of a fight to the death, the demon is amused. teasing and taunting, leaning down to murmur, "you're kind of cute." the knight came for a victory, but what they find instead is a temptation they don't want to fight off.

night visitor

muse a has always dreaded the shadow at the foot of their bed... muse b, the sleep paralysis demon who presses down on their chest at night. but one night, instead of screaming, muse a moves differently: a grind, a sigh, a shiver that doesn’t seem to be fear. the demon pauses. curious. soon the nightly visits aren't about torment at all, but about how far muse a is willing to push muse b into taking them.

spellbound

trying out different things, muse a is a witch that has figured out an enlargement spell. muse b is a willing participant. whether or not it's on themselves or their experiment, something goes wrong with the spell and both seem to become addicted to it. they try different things, seeing how far they can take it.

blood debt

ten years ago, muse a was offered as a sacrifice to muse b, the vampire in the old cathedral. the vampire didn’t kill them, instead they were marked, taken apart, and sent back ruined in ways they've never gotten over. now the cult drags muse a to the altar again, thinking they're giving up a fresh lamb. but muse a isn't innocent anymore. they're here because they want it... because nothing in the world has ever wrecked them like that night, and they’re desperate to feel it again.

first contact

muse a is an alien, abducting a human to study reproduction: clinical, sterile, just another experiment. but muse b, the human, isn't terrified at all. they're fascinated. every new appendage, every slick texture, every shift in alien biology makes them hungrier. they beg for demonstrations, ask to be restrained, and different things that shocks muse a. what should have been a controlled study unravels into something obscene, muse b daring muse a to use them in every way possible.

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closed starter for @bcys

not much happens in the woods without trixie knowing about it, but she is surprised that she finds herself picking up scraps of fabric haphazardly strewn across trodden grass. she has a decent collection in her hands by the time the earth shows less sign of wear and she finally encounters someone at the end of the cloth trail left for her.

“littering is one of the most awful human habits,” trixie tuts, dropping the tatters in front of the man. she’s far too invested in the scolding she’s about to embark on to care much about the state of him. “if you’re going to run around and make a mess, you should at least clean up after yourself.”

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first person to like this gets a reply

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closed starter / @peachfvzz

raquel generally tries to stay away from brand deals that market themselves as "experiences" because, for the most part, they're a complete and utter let-down of what they advertise. still, she sees the sense in accepting when her manager (momager) points out that whoring herself out for likes and views is the only way she'd even get invited to such an event. she's filming the second attempt at an introduction, failing to bring any enthusiasm when the realisation of jenny's presence brings her to a faltering stop.

"oh, hey," the greeting is light and airy, phone locked and being tucked into her clutch as she tries not to overthink her own behaviour. she wants to be polished, or at least seem like it, but it's hard when her inner monologue is already picking out so many things that the other could hate about raquel. already, she's anxiously fiddling with the veil of her not-so-sexy nun costume.

"i'm surprised you're here so early." immediately raquel regrets the words that come out her mouth, unintentionally dry and judgemental. flustered, she corrects herself hurriedly, "i mean -- i thought you'd be here for when it gets good. like, hauntings and stuff, y'know? it's, like, so boring. no one has even died yet -- not that i'd want someone to die. i was just-- anyway, yeah..." deep breath. "so how are you finding it?"

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closed starter / @cemeterysgirl

"stop being such a--," elijah manages to catch himself before he says anything worse, but only because of the children rushing past him remind him that a funfair is a family event, even if the fairground is packed mostly with moody teens who think they're too cool to dress up. elijah takes a lot of pride in his costume, readjusting his freddy krueger hat with the good hand.

"c'mon, babygirl. it's the one night of the year where we can just be with each other. let's just enjoy it. and then when we get home you can carve me up however much you want to work through... whatever it is." he cracks a smile as he taps her lightly on the tip of her nose, using the gloved hand with the "costume" blades. "what will make it all better? you wanna go into the funhouse and scare some kids?"

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whomst would like spooky halloween starters. bonus points if it's ghost-y and witchy

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don't hate me but a popstar/celebrity plot based on girl so confusing by charli xcx ft lorde... the "cause i ride for you charli" makes me FEEL THINGS!!

[peachfvzz]

she knows something is wrong. but with how proud elijah is, charlie knows asking about the suspicious sniffling will only earn her silence.  maybe a grunt is she's lucky. so, she lets him be. for now. still, she can't help herself. ever so often, she steals a glance at him from the corner of her eye, wondering when he'll finally break the silence, but he never does.

fringers drift absently through her curls as she sits on the floor. his son had just fallen asleep, so she busies herself picking up the legos littering the living room. classic charlie, never able to let a mess just be. meanwhile, elijah is in the kitchen, she knows that much. but what he is actually doing, she ignores. that is, until she hears it. his voice is weak and feeble. it's so unlike him. it feels like her chest is being split open.  she is on her feet in an instant, rushing towards the male. 

❝  i'm here,  ❞ she whispers, soft as a lullaby. she's small, yes, but that doesn't stop her from guiding him, both hands steady on his waist, easing him towards the nearest chair. ❝  are you going to finally tell me what's wrong?  ❞ right hand is lifted, the back of it pressed against his cheek.

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as much as elijah claims to appreciate his own company, his immune system has weakened his body too much to fight off the small sigh of relief when she appears. he'd never let himself live it down if he knew that he was leaning on charlie of all people for support, so it's a good thing that a brain melting fever stops him from realising that he's still holding onto her even after he's sinking into the chair. not only that, but his arms are still around her like a weak anchor to keep charlie near.

"i'm sick," he admits with so much disdain that one could assume he considered it a moral failing. he tries to escape the hand on his cheek, instead hiding his face by burying it against her torso, taking far more liberties than he should to enjoy the comfort the warmth brings.

"was looking for tea," elijah mumbles into the fabric.

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i want to write emma/little cricket so bad but i fear it gets too close to self insert

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[ sinking ] sender kisses receiver while pulling them into their lap / reese and olivia for fun

“what do you think you’re doing?” her laugh is accompanied by a half-assed attempt at pulling away. as much as she would really, really, enjoy whatever reese seemed to have in mind, someone had to keep a level head.

she’s still hovering above his lap, lips unbearably close. it makes it harder to chuck up what she wants to say, but olivia perseveres. “seriously, i meant it when i said last time was the, well, last time.”

as much as she wants to lean forward and feel his lips again, olivia’s not going to jeopardise her son’s emotional wellbeing over what was just a pretty distraction. “you know peter would kill you if he found out,” she sighs. “and i want you alive almost as much as i want my son to stay out of prison,” olivia adds with a mirthless laugh.

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「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image. / octavia and raquel hehehe

[ SMS : SENT ] : raw, next question.

[ SMS : SENT ] : omg i’m so sorry idk why i said that i just realised you probably didn’t mean that for me!!!

[ SMS : SENT ] : please don’t cancel me you’re just very pretty and my brain malfunctioned

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i dont care if we have 10 threads together. i dont care if we have 20. send the meme. write the starter. scream in my inbox. lets start another one. we have six ships? make it seven. canon characters? lets give them an au. i want all. the. things.