𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖓

in her heart there's a hole there's a black mark on her soul in her hands is my ( h e a r t ) and she won't let go 'till it's scarred multi-muse/ship/verse. mun & muses over 18.

[woesandwickedness]

open to everyone

Frankie had become one of the areas most popular tattoo artists in the past eighteen months. While he would like to think it was due to his excellent work, fine lines, and bright colors -- it was mostly due to promotions. He had gone on local radio stations for interviews, held contests on Facebook offering discounted tattoos to people that would like, follow, and share his posts, and essentially every other promotion a small business owner could think of.

Burning Rose had developed quite a following and his wallet was proof of that. Still, even with all of the attention and rockstar persona, he was a bit of a let down in his personal life. He could smooth talk anyone, but once the night was over and their clothes were back on, his charm would disappear. Perhaps that's why he had such a hard time with small talk, something painfully obvious as he tried to create a conversation with the person in front of him in the line at the local coffee shop. "So... Come here often?" A cheesy smile stretched across his face, making him feel like a socially inept teenager all over again.

[woesandwickedness]

open to everyone

Marissa, or as nearly everyone knew her as, Riz, had been out of work for about two weeks after a bad burn to the hand. A little girl that had been running around the beauty shop got in her work space and went to pull a hot curling iron off of the counter. In true mom fashion, she tried to protect the child and attempting to grab it -- only grabbing the heated ceramic cylinder instead. 

It was supposed to be her very first day back to the shop, back to her friends, her clients, and back to the neighborhood gossip. However, when she went out to start her vehicle that was parallel parked just out front of her apartment building, it wouldn't turn over. She didn't have much money, certainly couldn't call for a tow, didn't want to call for a cab. The woman started to panic. How would she stay afloat if she couldn't make it to work? How would she make rent? How would she buy food? 

Exiting the car, she began to kick at the driver's side front tire and curse. After a few moments of throwing what could only be described as an adult temper tantrum, she walked up to the first person on the sidewalk she could find. "Hi, excuse me? I-I really don't mean to bother you and all that jazz, but I was wonderin' if you could help me with my car?" Mascara stained her brown cheeks from the tears that had spilled from her eyes and she was certain she looked like a crazy person. "It won't start and a girl is literally desperate right now, 'kay?"

[woesandwickedness]

open to everyone

For the third time this week, Nico was leaving an apartment building in the wee hours of the morning. This time, she was attempting to sneak out at half past five. Her black and red dress from the night before wasn't as fitting this morning, seeing as she barely had it on over her shoulders. Her makeup was smudged, her hair was a mess -- all she wanted to do was go home. She was never proud of her walks of shame, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do. It wasn't like she was getting any younger, and certainly no one wanted to date her. Hookups and booze were going to be the closest thing she'd get to affection. She was in such a rush to escape before anyone could see her that she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. All of a sudden - bam! She crashed into another person, causing her to drop her keys, phone, and wallet on the ground. "Oh fuck me!" she shouted, bending over to pick them up, nearly losing the top of her dress as she did so. 

She stood up straight again and narrowed her eyes to get a better look at the person. "You good?" she muttered, her breath reeking of alcohol and regret.

[woesandwickedness]

@rageagainstthedying​ // For the most part, Jessa absolutely hated her job as a bartender. She saw the same damn people every damn day, and for the most part, heard the same damn sob stories over and over and over again. It was something that made her miss her life on the road. There was a point in time she was convinced she was going to be the very next Bonnie Parker, all she needed to do was find her Clyde or Claudia. That was until she was caught and locked up. And now? She was stuck. There aren't very many places that will willingly hire an ex-felon.

It was the middle of her shift, at approximately 10:30 pm when she thought she saw a familiar face near the bar. A woman she had previously known -- perhaps even loved. No, not loved. Jessa was incapable of love, only lust, she constantly told herself. Besides, where the hell did love ever get Bonnie Elizabeth Parker? It got her got, shot, and deader than a doornail. Still, the fact that she was so convinced that this person was the one she knew, well it picked at her heart. "Hey," she shouted to her coworker Louisa over the loud music, "cover for me for ten? I'll be right back, promise."

She meandered through the crowd until she reached the person she was looking for, with her back turned to her. Taking in a sharp breath, Jessa reached out and grabbed the other person's shoulder. "Hey! What the fuck are you doin' here?" Either she'd be right and maybe be safe, or she'd be wrong and lose a tooth. Truthfully? She hoped neither would happen.

[woesandwickedness]

@rageagainstthedying // Eli had been cooped up for what felt like weeks with Kiara, seeing as the anniversary of their loved ones' passing had crept upon them this year. The beginning of April was always difficult for the two of them -- mainly Eli, as his niece didn't remember her family at all. He needed a distraction, something to make his soul feel at ease and to paint a smile on his face. 

Saraya.

That's all he could think about in regards to his situation. From the moment he met her, there was something about her that managed to make him feel like the world wasn't out to get him. Thankfully, Mrs. Tuttle, the sixty-two year old lady next door agreed to watch Kiara for the day so he could plan a surprise. The six year old girl would have usually fought to go with him, but she had become quite fond of the elderly woman's four cats. 

With a bouquet of carnations and daisies in hand, Eli stood there waiting in front of Saraya's door. He knew it was possible that she would have her son and that possibility was perfect to him. He had grown to adore the boy as much as his mother. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on her door, placing three loud raps on the wood. "Miss Saraya," he called out, a sing-song tone dripping from his words, "would you care to accompany a poor peasant man on an adventure today?"

[millabug-deactivated20250124]

DANNY & GABE (@woesandwickedness)

If Danny let every handsome dad – or mom – he met at work affect him, he’d never get any work done. More often than not, though, it was the dads that really got to him. Blame it on his curiosity, maybe, or the fact that there was just something really attractive about a man with kids. That remained a worry of his, though, were he to come out. In his experience, people tended to believe that bisexual people were attracted to everyone. Danny, of course, could use his last client’s father as an example – he’d been much taller than him, skinny, and smelled like some sort of a stinky cheese. In short, there was nothing Danny had been attracted to about that father.

This father was a different story altogether, so Danny made sure to only glance at him when necessary, keeping focused on the teenage girl sitting next to him with a brace on her ankle. “Amaya?” Danny asked, holding a hand out for her to shake. “I’m Daniel Hernández, it’s nice to meet you. And you must be Dad, right?” he said, turning towards her father and extending his hand again for another shake. “You guys can call me Danny, Dr. Hernández, whatever you like best as long as it doesn’t hurt my feelings. I’ll get you kicked out the door here finally in just a little while, but they told me you’ve not used crutches before, so I just wanted to make sure you know how to use them properly before you go. Tedious, but it makes a difference, I promise. And, lucky for you guys, I happen to be the handsomest physical therapist in this hospital. – Though Dr. Smithson gives me a run for my money some days,” Danny joked. He lifted the crutches he held in his left hand to show her, a friendly smile on his face. “You ready?”

[woesandwickedness]

Gabriel had always been worried for this day to come. He was the father that did every single thing in his power to keep his girls from getting hurt. Of course he was thankful that Amaya only had a severe sprain rather than a break, but listening to her cry out in pain was hard enough. They had a bit of an argument about whether or not she'd return to dance once she was healed. He said no, Amaya, however, told him she'd ask her mother and do what she wanted anyway. He had served in Iraq and still his teenage daughter was his most terrifying enemy. 

Serving was the main reason he hated going to the doctors. The antiseptic smell that often wafted from the offices reminded him of all of the times he had to go to the medic. From minor abrasions, cuts, and bruises, to the shrapnel he still had in his right bicep. He was shifting uncomfortably in his chair when the physical therapist came in. From the very second he saw the other man's face, he felt at peace. 

No one knew that Gabriel was attracted to the same sex as well -- after all, being bisexual isn't exactly something welcomed in the U.S. military. That didn't negate any of his emotions or desires. A soft chuckle slipped from his lips as Dr. Hernandez called himself the handsomest physical therapist. "I'd agree," he muttered, barely speaking loud enough for anyone to hear. Apparently his daughter did, as she shot him a confused look before attempting to stand. Clearing his throat, he looked at Danny and pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth. God, he's so beautiful, he thought to himself. With a deep sigh, he managed to snap himself out of the trance he was in long enough to utter a single question. "Hey, doc, can you tell me how long she's going to be on sticks? I'm hopin' and prayin' she'll miss her recital in two weeks and want to call it quits so this don't happen again." He flashed him a charming smile, hoping to seem more like a friendly family member rather than a flirt.

[vxlgars]

*whispers* a f/f thread where they’re two best friends, coworkers, whatever. who are both single and decide to spend valentine’s day together watching movies, eating snacks and drinking wine as gal pals but at some point of the night they’re singing to their favorite song because FUCK YEAH they sooo don’t need a man and slow dancing and there’s too much wine in their system and it’s all too unintentionally romantic that they start kissing and oh…..

[marielwrote]

ok but someone give me that cute bartender storyline though? like this guy tends bar at a restaurant or a pub or something and always sees this cute girl hanging out there, but she’s always either with friends or with some guy so he never really gets the time to talk to her BUT ONE DAY she walks into the place alone and orders so many drinks until she’s so bloody drunk, screaming about how her boyfriend cheated on her, that the bartender had to bring her home himself. she wakes up with a horrible hangover, stumbles out the room to find the bartender cooking breakfast and rolling his eyes, laughing. “first of all, you’re an idiot. second, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re wondering. third, breakfast will be ready soon. sit.” and fluff commences HELP PLZ

OK BUT CONSIDER THIS !! the landlord accidentally rented out the same apartment to the us and now we have to share?? bonus points if they already know/hate eachother bonus BONUS points if they rage an all out war to see who can get the other to move out first.

[artofroleplaying]

forget the good girl meets bad boy plots seriously give me all the bad girl meets bad boy and makes him succumb to his knees and plays hard to get and drives him crazy and he’s never been this into someone and she enjoys the attention so much and IF YOU’RE WILLING TO BE DARING, THIS COULD BE M/M AND STILL BE SO MUCH FUN pls dance your way into my inbox or like this and i’ll just rain headcanons and feels on you pls- 

[epiphcny]

[BREATHES DEEPLY] I NEED A PLOT WHERE MUSE A AND MUSE B HAD BEEN DATING FOR LIKE 3 YEARS AND IT WAS REALLY HELLA SERIOUS BUT ONE DAY MUSE A JUST UP AND LEAVES BECAUSE SHE GETS SCARED OF THE COMMITMENT AND ALL OF THAT AND THEN LIKE THREE MONTHS AFTER SHE BROKE UP WITH HIM IT’S POURING DOWN RAIN AND SHE SHOWS UP AT HIS DOOR STEP COMPLETELY SOAKED TO THE BONE AND SHIVERING AND SHE’S PROBABLY GOING TO GET A COLD AND SHE’S ALL “I DIDN’T KNOW WHERE ELSE TO GO” IDK ??? LIKE THIS IF YOU WANNA DO IT 

[b-n-a-o]

[roy-kentt]

[ssweeneys]

[thickdickgrayson]

paulina singer as laney reed in tell me a story “chapter 7: betrayal”

[kendaspntwd]

[ghostling]