My Own Little Corner

Private Indie mumu. Mun is 25+.

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museplanetwrites​:

Tarkan had always been an old soul. He could tap fairly well into what he liked and what he didn’t, but it didn’t meanhe wasn’t willing to go through some lengths to please someone. That was how the Turkish prince ended in the military, after all. Or why he conceded to a union with the crown princess of Italy. Yet, none of these things meant he would be willing to lose himself during it. Tarkan had a great sense of who he was. Most importantly, he liked that person, so the idea that someone else might not feel similarly about themselves did not sit well with him. To help Noemi with such endeavors, the Turkish suggested starting out small. For the evening, he prepared a table full of cold cuts. There were five types of cheese, salami, toasts, and a plate of truffled carpaccio with parmesan and arugula that the prince had recently discovered he had a taste for. When she arrived, Tarkan promptly opened the door. Upon noticing the princess muttering something to herself, the Turkish offered her a smile. “I don’t know what htis is about, but I agree with the statement,” he mentioned as he stepped aside to let her in. “Please, come. I’ve asked the staff to help set up a table, and we can savor the wine,” he guided her to it, pulling a chair out for her.

Wide blue eyes stared at the prince when she was caught, shock written all over her face as if she hadn’t been aware that she’d just knocked on the door. She was an idiot sometimes, that was for sure. Face flushing, she finally laughed softly at his words and shook her head. “It was nothing, really. Pep talks to myself are...not uncommon.” The girl allowed him to lead her into the room as she looked over the setup, impressed that he had gotten so much just to allow her to feel out what she liked. She’d been expecting one or two things but this was more than she could have dreamed. “You uh...didn’t shy away from variety, did you?” Even more chances to disappoint. She had to face it, it was inevitable now. Emi snapped herself out of her thoughts by clearing her throat and turning back to face him, holding out the wine she’d brought for him to take. “I only brought one...”

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museplanetwrites​:

Sophie watched the action with an arm crossed over her chest, her hand placed over the other one that held her plastic cup up. Kaleidoscopic eyes glanced from over the rim with an arched eyebrow. Perhaps you should let them trip. Darwin had already postulated his theory on the survival of the fittest. If these people couldn’t avoid being injured by a mere hole on the ground, what made them apt leaders? Yet, the brunette knew better than to voice such thoughts. “I’m afraid I don’t understand the reference, Mr.,” she trailed off, only mildy scrunching up her nose at something she didn’t know as she offered the man a chance to introduce himself. “You might want to ellucidate on how that happened,” she spoke of the circumstances he had referred, not the crater he was attempting to cover up.

“August....well, Mr. Robinson, I guess, but you can call me August. Actually, please do. Mr. Robinson sounds weird.” The guard looked up at the woman, almost done filling the slight crater that had been made by someone, and smiled softly. “The tv show? You’ve never seen it? It’s kind of cool but it’s also a cartoon so if you’re not into that I wouldn’t bother.” But it was his turn to not understand, August’s eyebrow arching up before he turned back to finish his task at hand. “I need elludi-what? I don’t understand that...most big words fly right over my head.” The man had never been the proudest of that fact but he also didn’t shy away from it either. It wasn’t something he could hide and it was just who he was. August was okay with that and would never want to trick others into thinking differently. Finishing up the hole, he wiped his hands on his jeans as he stood, turning to give his full attention to the woman. “I don’t know your name either.”

[wileyfoxwrites]

Giselle FMK: Klaus, Sophie, Jakob.

I guess these are better than the last bunch...

Fuck: Klaus.

Murder: Sophie.

Kiss: Jakob.

@museplanet-hq

[wileyfoxwrites]

cancerxxwrites​:

Although Claire’s face only portrayed mild annoyance, there was a deep dislike settling in her chest. These royals were unbelievably grating, this one more than some of the others. She seemed so…meek and apologetic, it was just pathetic as far as the rebel was concerned. “I always check on my customers,” was her simple response before brushing by the princess, not wanting to be in her close presence too long. At the question, however, Claire turned back around to look at the royal. “There may be a few, there isn’t much demand for them. Whatever I have can be found by the back wall. You can always have me order specific books though.”

“Oh...well, that’s nice. Not a lot of people do that.” She nodded softly, her eyes flitting away from the other woman while any other words died on her tongue. There wasn’t much else she could say to that unless she wanted to sound even more idiotic. It was a wonder people even believed she was royalty these days. But she had to wonder if the shop owner knew or not with the way the woman brushed past her without another word. Even if it was true that most shop keeps didn’t really check on their customers too often it always seemed to be the opposite when they had a princess in their midst. The whole exchange was honestly refreshing but it did nothing to calm the storm that was brewing in her mind. “I actually...I have a list I would love to ask you to check into if you don’t mind? Just a few I haven’t been able to find before...doesn’t seem to be a popular subject anywhere.”

[wileyfoxwrites]

Meia FMK: Eduard, Yulia, Ruby.

Fuck: Eduard.

Murder: Yulia.

Kiss: Ruby.

@havenghost, @museplanet-hq

[wileyfoxwrites]

cancerxxwrites​:

“I’d say most monarchs would actually prefer to have a crown that follows blindly. It makes it easier for traditions to pass through the generations,” he commented. But he shook his head. “I think it’s nice that you trust your parents so much. Why wouldn’t they have our best outcomes in mind?” Oba knew that his parents sent him here for his own safety, it just didn’t mean that he had to like it. They had tried to ship him off back when the royals were I’m Russia but he had simply refused. “Our safety here is important but me being here isn’t doing much to help Nigeria.”

“I am very glad that the guard was so good. I’m sure he would love a thank you, but certainly doesn’t expect one,” Oba commented. He thought about home at her question before replying. “Home is good and I’ve gotten no updates to suggest otherwise. How is your home? And family?” he asked, offering Rosamie another smile.

 She was beautiful, wasn’t she?

“But some shaking up is what some of the world needs right now...so questioning some things is probably better.” She smiled softly at his comment about obeying her parents’ wishes, Rosa pushing her dark hair behind her ear as she nodded. “To be honest, they’re easy to follow. I can’t think of a time when they’ve ever done me or Ezekiel wrong...or the country at that. My father has worked very hard to improve education for our nation because he thinks once that is at its peak a lot of other things will fall into place for people. I don’t think that’d a bad example to follow.” She shrugged, her hands coming together before she placed them on her stomach as she wasn’t sure what else to do with them. “That’s not true. You’re keeping yourself safe so that you can lead in the future and that right now seems like one of the most important things you could do. Besides, I would never want you to be taken by the rebellion, Oba...so I’m glad you’re here.” 

She could feel yet another blush darkening her cheeks but the comment was nothing but the truth. Not only did she know how bad things could get in captivity but she truly didn’t want anything to happen to him at all. He didn’t deserve any of it. 

“I think I’ll send him something at least. He was very kind that day and he didn’t have to be.” She was almost kicking herself for not thinking to do so before but now she had to figure out what said guard would even like. “I’m so glad that home is good for you. Father has nothing but great things to say about home as well. In fact, I think the only stirring of trouble I’ve heard of has been between a few other countries and he was afraid he might have to choose a side. And from what I know, Zeke has been good. How about Ezuedo? How is he?”

[wileyfoxwrites]

Matty FMK: Reidar, Rebel, Valdemar.

I'll play but most of these are...not in my preferences. Actually all...for various reasons.

Fuck: Rebel. She is very young though so...weird.

Murder: Reidar. I don't know who that is.

Kiss: Valdemar. On the cheek.

@nightmarechildwrites, @scorpio-musing​

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cancerxxwrites​:

Her cheeks blushed a deep pink and Emilia felt an overwhelming joy at being called ‘baby girl’. She had never been a huge fan of pet names but hearing them from Gio made her feel like a love sick teenager. There was no denying that she had fallen completely for the guard. For the first time since Tegan, she found herself in an exclusive relationships without any desire for anyone else. The playgirl princess had set her heart on one person. That it was her guard and not her betrothed was a matter for the future. “Oh, I’ve always known how to behave, I just choose not to. It’s more fun that way,” Emilia teased. “Well when you say that, I get the overwhelming urge to misbehave so we can go back to my room sooner,” she commented with a wink. Taking another sip from her glass, she made eye contact with Gio. “I’ll be good for you back in the room.”

That blush on her cheeks was deeply satisfying. If Gio had liked making people blush before it didn’t hold a candle to how much he liked when he brought that color out on Mia’s face. Somehow it always made him want to pull her close to him, kiss a trail down her tinted skin until he made it to her lips or even her neck. It was not the time, even with how enticing the thought was, but he filed away that very need for later when they were alone. “For the record, I appreciate fun more than most.” And boy was he not lying about that. She was probably aware by now but the guard wanted to be extra sure that she did her best to misbehave tonight. “Just wait until I throw you over my shoulder and carry you back like a petulant child. You’ll learn your lesson then, right?” Gio held her gaze, his head shaking slightly when the temptation to go ahead and do what he’d already threatened hit. “I do love the noises you make when I call you a good girl. Not to mention the way you squirm.” Realizing that he probably shouldn’t be talking to her like this in public, cleared his throat of the huskiness that was filling his voice and he looked around the ballroom at all of the guests. “Alright, maybe we should behave. We’re going to get caught if we don’t stop.”

[wileyfoxwrites]

Luna FMK: Roksana, Vivian, Jacobi.

Oh, I love this game. I'm not too familiar with some of them so hopefully I don't screw this up.

Fuck: Jacobi.

Murder: Vivian.

Kiss: Roksana.

@havenghost, @scorpio-musing, @nightmarechildwrites​

[wileyfoxwrites]

cancerxxwrites​:

Cassandra was sulking. There was no other way to put it. Her extreme disappointment with her brother, coupled with her determination to stay away from Alexi left her miserable. With Cas, she had practically raised him, acted as his mother for much of his life. His behavior towards her was filled with disrespect and she couldn’t even begin to express how hurt she was by it. How little did she mean to him that he’d embarrass her that way? And then, with Alexi, there was no denying that she was head over heels in love with the man. But she was going to marry Ivan, she would be queen of Russia. Their relationship had no happy ending and the longer they kept seeing each other, the more it would  hurt. So she sulked, unable to sleep or bring herself to handle much socialization. Much of her time was spent alone in her room, staring at the wall. Which was where she was and what she was doing when Sarika barged in. Perhaps for Sarika she could find the energy, she did adore her cousin. “I think that would be a lovely idea for this evening,” she decided, moving from her spot by the window. “It is supposed to help relax the skin and face. Many cultures have used variants of today’s masks for centuries.”

The fact that her cousin seemed to be staring off into space when Sarika walked in made that worry in the pit of her stomach grow. She hated seeing Cassie like this, especially when she was one of the people in their family who really deserved happiness. She and Lena both seemed to get the shit end of every deal...must have been the second born curse. “I should have known you would have had an answer to that.” She shook her head before crossing the room and taking a seat next to the other princess, Sari reaching up and pushing some of Cassie’s hair back. “Don’t take this the wrong way, cousin, but you look miserable right now. Before the fun starts, do you want to talk about anything?” It wasn’t like the Hungarian to even offer considering she wouldn’t want anyone to do the same for her but she had heard that talking sometimes helped people. If it would do that for her family she would be willing to listen. 

[wileyfoxwrites]

Luka FMK: Lea, Niamh, Sahir

You don’t give up, do you?

[wileyfoxwrites]

cancerxxwrites​:

Leila had slipped away from the palace without her husband’s knowledge in hopes of getting him a nice present in town. While her love languages were words of affection and quality time, she did still enjoy surprising the man with gifts every now and then. It was just nice to see the excitement in his eyes when he opened something new and unexpected. Being so close to the village gave her the opportunity to gift Lachlan local trinkets instead of mass produced items. There were plenty of little stores to check out and she wasted no time getting herself shopping. After coming out of one store with a bag filled with items, she was heading towards a small boutique when something was spilled on her. Leila jumped backs in hopes of avoiding the spill but her shoes were a mess. Sighing, the woman allowed the other to take napkins to her shoes but shook her head. “It’s okay, it happens. I’ll be a mother one day, I should get used to mess,” she joked, gesturing for the other to stop. “They ARE cute but very easy to replace, I promise.”

Hearing the woman make the small joke, Rosa looked up at her with wide eyes, still very regretful about what had just happened despite how kind the other was being about it. “You shouldn’t get used to strangers ruining your things, that should be saved for the little ones.” The princess gave a small smile to the woman as she tried to return the joke but she was still absentmindedly wiping down her shoes. “I promise I will replace them if you let me know your size.” Giving up on trying to clean them, Rosa looked around for a moment before placing the dirty napkins on top of the rest of the mess on the floor, pursing her lips since she wasn’t sure what else to do with them but feeling bad about just leaving them there. “So, are you expecting then? That’s so exciting. I bet the little thing is going to be adorable.”

[wileyfoxwrites]

Luka FMK: Piotr, Wolf, Adela.

I still don't know why you think I would reveal sexual preferences in such a public forum...

[wileyfoxwrites]

cancerxxwrites​:

Tetyana was relaxing in the drawing room, just wanting some time to herself. Being so close to Tristan after their separation and him now being betrothed was emotionally difficult for her. Being so close but so far from someone she loved terribly and couldn’t be with was more than she could process. So she simply didn’t bother to process it and buried all of her feelings. Instead, she kept her brain occupied by books and podcasts, doing everything she could do to stay distracted. The Drawing Room was a nice place to distract herself because it got her out of her bedroom. Here she also had the option to people watch if she so desired. At the moment, however, she was focused on a new detective novel she had gotten from the bookstore in town. She was so engrossed by the book that she wasn’t sure she heard the other correctly. Looking up, Tanya frowned. “Your necklace?” she asked, trying to clarify. “That’s very lovely of you to offer but I feel like I couldn’t take such a thing.”

“Why?” Noemi sat up in her seat and shrugged her shoulder. “I have plenty of necklaces to remind me of unpleasant things. The least I could do is give it to someone who might enjoy it so that it’s not sitting in a box forever.” Which is what it would do if she ended up keeping it. Besides, it was a good way to make a new friend as she thought before. Unless the girl didn’t appreciate it being pawned off she supposed. “I mean, you know, not trying to throw my bad uh...memories at you or anything. I just thought you might like it. I could always give it to one of the maids. There’s one who came from Italy who’d probably like it.” She was suddenly backtracking feeling as if she might have insulted the girl now and the idea of that made her feel worse than the necklace had. “I’m sorry.” She shook her head softly, not looking at the woman anymore but down at the necklace.

[wileyfoxwrites]

Kaiden FMK: Jonas, Mona, Katalin.

Fuck: Jonas.

Murder: Mona.

Kiss: Katalin.

@jaymewritesstuff, @nightmarechildwrites, @museplanet-hq

[wileyfoxwrites]

cancerxxwrites​:

Samson rarely if ever had a day off. There was always something to do, making sure that he was prepared for lessons or dealing with students and their questions. Currently he was in the library, preparing a number of essay prompts on global climate change for a number of the royals. He had a few books in front of him and was searching the internet to make sure he was coming up with prompts that the royals would actually be able to answer. Still, it was easy to get his attention as he wasn’t fully invested in the work. At the voice, Sam glanced up and blinked a few times. His gaze dropped to the books in front of him. “It depends. What’s your genre preference?”

“Fantasy, usually. Lord of the Rings was one of my favorites when growing up. But I’m into all kinds of fiction.” His eyes once again went to the books littering the table in front of him and the guard sighed. This is why he hated downtime. It was too much to choose from and it would always be too much. Usually, he would just sit there until it was too late, a decision still never made. “Why do days off always feel weird? At this point, I’d prefer to work every day.” Though, when he thought about it, maybe a break from Alaya now and again was a good thing. “I don’t know, I might just go nap or something instead.” 

[wileyfoxwrites]

Julien: Cyrus, Eamon, Kovac.

Again, orgies are fun.

Fuck: Cyrus.

Murder: Kovac.

Kiss: Eamon.

@momentorummusings, @scorpio-musing, @museplanet-hq