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Welcome to my pinned post!
I'm Shay! This is a semi-private 21+ indie rp blog. Nice to meet you! I love a little writing in my free time. Continue on if you want to join me!
Rules | Muses | Mobile Muses | Banned Fcs | Open Starters | Plots | Faces
Drafts: 19 | Closed Starters: 0 | Queue: 44
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— updated 7/18/2026
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I Love Boosters (2026) dir. Boots Riley
wanna keep writing but i gotta do my other hobbies i guessss
✘ = hugging them. ( alice @ niko )
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Niko's personal day had taken an unexpected streeetch, giving her her first actual vacation from the group. An unexpected call home at the wrong time after her grandmother had taken a fall. She almost didn't go, knowing there were concerns to solve at work, but it'd been years since she'd seen her parents. And her father was practically begging for Niko to come along. The duties of an only child, she drags her feet, but it sounds serious.
It was humbling, outside Wonderboy's fantasy, into the real world. One where her Sobo, just as stubborn as she, had finally needed to make the move from Ine to the States, as much as it broke her heart. That, or her next fall would be deadly. A refusal of care from anyone outside of family, Niko, her father, and (begrudingly) her mother moved her grandmother into their permanent residence.
She's different now, as her mother continuously pointed out. Fat, if you asked her grandmother. Ah~ No longer the teen who'd said her goodbyes before being stolen away and sent around the world. A woman now, with the space to breathe and the clarity to see how ridiculous she's been behaving. Things as simple as unrequited love moved the earth she stood upon, now felt tiny in comparison. Grounding, finally, to spend time away.
And this goodbye is full of tears that Niko doesn't expect. She misses her members when she's gone, not a word shared since before she and Alice had their last fight. But she had family on her side, always, cheering her on. Her albums lining their kitchen, every edition, Wonderboy merch aside Leo's old eps in the bedroom that she'd vastly outgrown.
She has to call Alice three times to get an answer. She can't blame her; Niko's just kind of disappeared for a week without notice, and they never leave on a good note. Understanding Niko, through her bitching, has apparently carved out this soft spot where she can be a bit more honest with Alice than with her members. She asks her to pick her up, but doesn't share many more details. With Alice, she could say it was just some time away, air, after things had blown up so badly. Didn't have to say how scary it'd been to see the woman, who looked so much like her, withering—knocking on death's door. That frightening look in her father's eyes as he feared losing another parent. But if she did, Alice would listen. Wouldn't she?
She's there, a little late, but with open arms, and Niko runs. Her bags abandoned, god, did she miss her? She must've, with the way she throws herself around Alice, body tight from flying economy on her own dime. Some inconspicuous rental sits, waiting for them, but she needs to breathe in this moment with her unofficial member. Things will be weird when she joins the group again, anyway. Sooo many questions she wasn't ready to answer, not even thinking about how she still needs to voice her own feelings about their commitment to the group. If anyone can comprehend, it's Alice.. Alice, Alice. She hears it now, that echoing that sounded like droning once is this sparkling thing. God, she's so grateful right now, squeezing the life out of her. Yet despite it all, she's here...
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sender gets caught staring at receiver and immediately looks away. (Tyler/Nathan)
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Nathan’s buzzing, his coffee pulling its weight as he approached hour six of the conference. Excited, but exhausted and delightfully full. Just the latest perk of befriending Tyler, an extra ticket awarded to him. Apparently, the largest food vendor conference of the east side, and here he was. Sharing business cards, making connections. He lost Tyler hours ago, though, somewhere between the booth hosting a raffle and the man selling a three-thousand-dollar knife sharpener.
He sees him on a whim, Nathan wrapping up a conversation with the nicest lady who unfortunately had the worst bowl of chili in the cook off. Choking down the last of the undercooked pinto beans when Tyler comes into eyesight. He double takes- Tyler’s seen him first, though, his gaze cutting downward quickly. Ugh, he’s so cute isn’t he?
Nathan’s still on the fence about things.. Wanting and waiting, watching to see which of them would say something first, worried he was alone in his feelings. First time in a while a crush like this has taken hold. He’s seen him now, has to at least say hello, so Nathan makes his goodbyes to return to Tyler’s side. He offers him a sample of a quiche he’s had to go back for three times now. “Are you having a good time?” Such a cool thing between them, at the very least a lasting friendship, and maybe… maaaaybe…. “Thank you for bringing me, this is- amazing.”
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Zo in her vampire verse is really, really particular about who she feeds from, since she can also eat human food. She only eats people who are willing and able and keeps herself on a strict schedule of once a month. In my lore, the greater the feed = the quicker you turn, so unless she’s dating someone, it’s usually human food. Unless she’s dating someone, in which case she does have a bit of a feeding kink mid sex.
Zo’s style is very early 2000s y2k camis and kitten heels, or she loves a cute leather stiletto boot. She is 5’10” but she looooves being tall so she stays in heels regularly. Zo likes short king cause it makes her look taller 😭😭
Despite her animosity towards him, Zo does get dinner with her dad, Kirik, at least once a week. It’s a tradition they’ve had since she was a kid, and even if it’s still a little awkward sometimes, she likes to pretend things are the way they used to be at least weekly. She’ll ask him very little about work, and he’ll stay outside of her business too. It does get a little stale, but it’s that or no family, so she bites it down. (pun)
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the struggle flickers there within the calm of his expression. she's stripped him of something in his chest, the armor to hold this part in. he admits she's right that he doesn't want to separate from the world. for as much as he wanted to hold within himself, oh, he still had so much to share, didn't he? he only ever parts from her to join that side of himself, but he was simply someone who craved a balance of it all. he simply grasped, tighter. change isn't always good. well. HE'S RIGHT about that too. their lives were layered with a nuance that few cared to explore, but he liked to pick up, to examine. he wanted to find the friction points between them, as if it might convince him of something of her that ada couldn't see, that perhaps someone who ada wasn't even. but he'd tell her, in words sliced off from his tongue.
if nothing, she knew he would present her his BEST TAKE of honesty, every time.
sometimes. maybe. yes. spoken like a man who hadn't ever given this the consideration that he should have, her gaze flickering to meet his. what did the shape of his happiness look like, or did he feel a thing that was still too far out of his reach? her hand reaches to curve around his waist, her fingertips tracing out against the bare line of his SPINE. closing her eyes and letting him think through the ways he was attempting to pull something out from the depths of him that he perhaps wasn't ready to part with. that look on his face was telling a story that she wanted to read, but knew he'd write the words for in due time. "it sounds like you half just about half of what you want~" she teased, but the truth was likely far much stranger.
the way he looks at her, suddenly, hits a new note of HOSTILITY. it wasn't common of him, or them, her head tilting slightly as she found a silence, temporary, holding at her tongue. "am i happy..." repeating the question, ada smiled, looking at him with a rare sort of truthfulness she knew that he deserved. "... i'm happy here." and perhaps in a way, she understood what it was for him, and for her, that kept them tied into work like this, though, she wondered from the way he twisted his tone, if he had a better idea then he dared to hint at when speaking with her what it was that she did for a living. in a way, she could imagine it might feel both obvious, and impossible, but he never said a word of it to her....
but as for her job? that part seemed different, the gap between him and her. "it's alright. it doesn't MOVE ME the way that one would hope their work would, but more than anything, at this point, it's hard to imagine anything else." a flicker of a smile, because oh, if he did understand anything in this... "but everything at this point would feel boring in comparison. and i wasn't born to live a life of boredom anymore, i'm afraid. i don't think i'd know what to do otherwise, because most other things... would make me want to go back to it. perhaps that's my own first world problem of a tragedy." well. stealing for a living wasn't exactly as hard as some might expect it to be. and murder? well. there's no real pleasure in that. but ada was a practical woman, and in that truth, she might lose sleep over it, but hey. it was a living.
he's asking if it's all worth it, framed out in prettier words. "no. it doesn't fill me. or drive me. but i do find it interesting. and in a world that so rarely surprises me anymore, maybe that's SOMETHING. but it's not the most important thing. i don't think it's ever been that for me." but this, she has a feeling, is both has to do, and not to do with her. "i don't think the most important thing is ever going to be work for me. it's a feeling." and maybe that was as close a tie in he'll get unprompted, given that he was the place where she felt best. well. maybe he would, her clever, clever boy seemed to be unraveling about something existential, her touch, stilling, as she leaned over him to brush her lips against his own. "money is good but it's not that good..."
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The way she tackles his frustrations—it's different. He's had explosive episodes, screaming matches where things ended quickly there with other lovers who saw him less. There's a fear that strikes when she's quiet, they haven't really fought before. Not much to fight about when they'd kept things so simple thus far. Sort of. Jade's shared what their relationship gives to him, but not so much what it takes. New worries that their time together, the same but different, might be the very thing Ada would be bored by. Wondering if he was different, or someone else, that life might smile on him kindly and let him have the woman he wanted. Hates that it gets to this point to hear more from her, but Jade drinks up every word, filling in spaces previously blank regarding Ada's feelings.
Jade asks himself, right then, what he's looking for with his line of questions. What he really means to say to her. He knows the answer, but avoids it. Knows it would rock the boat too much and push her away. This little life he pictured of them wasn't enough. For Ada, he knows that now, but there are worries it wouldn't quite fill his cup the same way he wanted it to. If she only asked, though. It'd be different; he'd say yes so quickly, he'd drop everything. Finances, fame, family, all easily pushed aside for her. It's a reckless, ill-thought-out want, despite Jade being drawn to those types of escape hatches. Even if after six months she'd grow sick of him and send him back to stardom, he'd lose it all, for that precious time together. But she doesn't ask him to give it all up. No, she's much more level-headed than that. Gives him his freedom within these walls, touches him, owns him, then releases him back into the wild.
"You know, I would never tell..." Expectations that his curiosity would be satiated are low, but he wants her to know. That her secrets could be his, too, and he could handle whatever kept her away from him. He thinks he can. Doesn't really want to guess what she does. Does Jade even really care? No, he wants to feel the closeness from hearing it. The one thing, after all these years, that keeps her from him. Wonders if the cat was out of the bag, maybe it wouldn't be all too bad, they could figure out something that worked where they could be together. If she wanted it. Him. Her answers are still so vague, and he's left wondering what, exactly, that feeling was. Wants to believe she's found it with him, but if she had, and it was really the most important thing, why months between their meet-ups?
"Life can be so unfair." Hovering there, wanting to kiss her, he rubs the tips of their noses together. The anger hasn't dissipated; it's clear from his voice, but it's swirling with this overbearing want. And it takes over him, as it so often does, when he thinks of missing this opportunity. He's always so gentle when he touches Ada, like he might break her, but he enjoys when she's sooo near, his arms pulling her closer, the heat between them growing. "Money has to be everything for me, for now." he confesses, not knowing any other way to live. Jade takes a deep breath. He needs a larger safety net before taking a leap. Clearly not an option to pull her into his life, nor could he realistically join hers. Not with that name, not with his face everywhere. "But it's just not fair."
He kisses her, then, at least to lessen some of the weight on his chest. Cause it could be her, but he knows it won't be. No, nothing really played out the way he wanted. Even their music is perfect, but challenging to get to. His and Leo's ideas battle until other members can make sense of the mess, finding something worth listening to. Not really Jade's in the end, however much Ada was threaded through the work. "I'm stressed, it's distracting me." Voice breaks the connection, tossing his head backwards and letting it rest against the pillows. He groans; he's being dramatic, but Jade's torn, stuck here too. "I just don't want to leave you, I can't..."
oh? no? rue stills herself when looking her way. a pause. she doesn't know, suddenly, if she really believes her, not with the way that she speaks about things. her expression SQUINTS. her doubt flashing, but wait, oh? if she's not running away... "i mean that's like, the same thing but a different perspective. i guess one where you have more agency in the whole thing." which. sounds... honestly, good. she's sort of jealous how positively she manages to spin her life around.
rue, rushing up and after her. her head turning, looking half apologetic when glancing back at the driver. instead, they've got their bikes, which, honestly...? opens up the world. she wondered if ayla's boyfriend knew they were going to leave, wanting to ask, but the way that she asks, the way that she's looking at her, suddenly as they're riding along.... her cheeks are red. she wonders if the wind might EXPLAIN IT AWAY. "what about your boyfriend?" the words fall out. like she's desperate to know. does he matter? where they even still together by the way that she spoke on it?
it's funny how often she finds herself in situations like this. the girls, in which you did not know if they were bi, or straight, how they'd flirt with you then go make out with the BOYS they'd found. ir leaves it harder for rue to tell, where's the line, and what did they want? what did ayla want, exactly? "what... what would make you feel it was worth it?"
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"Keshon should know his place by now." Ayla's convinced he only stays strapped to her thigh for the quarterly vacations. She's shooed him away enough, but he always came crawling back. Cute enough to keep as an accessory, but they barely even slept with each other, the timing suspiciously well aligned with their trips. Worst of all, he was boring. "I'm sure he'll text me good night, like he always does.. He's very .. punctual." She rolls her eyes, a shooting look at Rue, letting her know she found those kinds of things cheesy. More likely, he'd queued the messages in the morning and was already shit-talking her back at the party. Fair, she wasn't very nice to him.
She considered Rue's question as they rode along, motioning towards the turn that would bring them home. Not sure yet if that something she searched for was inside Rue. Or if Ayla would even feel satiated once she'd gotten that something. She's unconvinced, as of now, Rue was really ready to rise to the occasion. It's a lot of expectations; she gets that, but how nice would it be if Rue met them? "He hasn't given me a reason to toss him. For now. But I guess I'll know when I know."
Not that she hadn't thought about it, look at her, but Ayla's kept her plans with Rue to one track. Still, she keeps eyeing her, picturing the styles she could dress Rue in. And lingering on the thoughts of them close, pinning and tucking the fabric on Rue until it showed off the body Ayla often admired. Those curls.. when she smiled, the way her eyes crinkled, and Rue was just always so happy to see her.. A bump in the road brings her back to reality, grip tightening on her handlebars and her focus returning to their studies. Better to leave her fantasies for when she is alone. "You climbed up three ranks last I checked. How does it feel?"
"I'm nothing, if not a patron of fellow local and small business. I'll just take one of those ciders too." Tyler accepted with a polite nod. It also saved him the stress of worrying about what his host did and didn't have on hand. Besides, asking for a water when visiting for the first time was just plain boring. And just like that, Tyler found himself wandering around in the corner of his mind that was prompting him to overthink every bit of their interaction. There was no specific label to their night together, was there? If there wasn't, then there didn't need to be lofty expectations. And yet, he wondered, chewing on his lower lip in thought. There was something so incredibly intimate about being over someone's house as the lone guest. And all Tyler wanted to do was make a good first impression.
"No teasing," Tyler reassured, a bright smile masking any insecurity that was clogging his mind. "I very easily go from house guest to nuisance when there's good food involved. And good company too." The blonde offered, giving Nathan a good once-over. There was no point in denying his attraction. A handsome man making him dinner? It had to be what dreams were made of. Tyler mirrored his host's stance, leaning against the opposite island, their knees practically knocking against each other. "The word you're looking for is homey. I'll even accept cozy." With a small smile, he tapped the toe of his foot against Nathan's. "Don't sweat it, man. I'm loving it already."
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He's squinting, trying to place the sensations swarming inside of his chest. He knows how it felt, but Nathan has learned some things about himself. That if he indulged in these wandering thoughts, at best, the chicken would burn and he'd have two messes to clean up. Or the worst, that he'd lose the friendship they were starting to build if Tyler wasn't feeling it too. But he's so close, and he isn't afraid to touch him either. Nate challenges him, lightly kicking Tyler. It's a boyish attempt at flirting, but there's a part of him that's enjoying this maybe territory too. "Fine, cozy. I'll accept. I'll have to see your place next time, then. I am, however, an amazing house guest. I'll wash the dishes and everything."
He takes a slow drink, licking his lips, and has a sheepish smile when he nearly spills. "There are more drinks in the fridge; you can grab if you want." Though brown eyes don't really leave Tyler's, and he's placed his own bottle down, sliding it in his direction with a silent invitation to sip. It's harmless, it is! Better for Tyler to see if he likes it before committing to a whole bottle. "I made this balsamic glaze, I'm not really sold on it over just a classic gravy. I need your opinion. I asked my friend to try it when I tested the recipe, but he just, like, tastes chicken and is happy. Are you game?"
the display of shifted gaze and faint hue of floral pink tugged the edge of kimi’s lips — a squint worth of a grin as it was the reaction she aimed for. it started to collect for her, why she considered gabriel to be a contender for her attention as she had grown bored with the tour. the bickering alone felt like a cycled hell with no limits since they were all adults but it was draining. the art had been lost, and she was an expert in the department of love and sex. when the proposal came to be audible, the bassist held a full grin with an added a shimmer across brown hues, “ sounds like a plan. just let me know when you’re free, your people seem to rely on you a lot. “ a sweetened element had been added to balance their interaction. “ i’m not much a drinker by the way, last tonight was just back to back wins — it was hard to not celebrate. for once we all were on the right side. “
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"Drums are the heart, you know." She's quoting something, or someone. A little mantra she's told herself when feeling exhausted from practice, or defeated from her lack of experience. A gnawing bite down on her lower lip to hide the smile that threatened to spill over. But it's hard to keep it in when Kimi's talking about plans, and Gabriel is just buzzing. Cause she likes her, and there's something to look forward to on those lonelier nights. "But YOU get that, bass is the same. We're laying the groundwork."
Gabi isn't really a fan of touring. The large venues, constant moving pieces, and the anticipation of a final show always looming. Every performance had to be better than the last—more grand, perfect if you asked Niko, their guitarist. The pressure itself knocked her off tempo when those piercing lights flashed her way, and the cheers of thousands reminded her of how much she's got to lose. It's much more fun with other bands here, peeking backstage or hidden in the crowd where she could just consume. "That last song you play, what's it called? You always get- so into it, it's exciting!"
