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@xdiaryofavixen
Long time no see everyone! I am considering making a comeback and roleplaying again. I’m not sure if I would use this blog or create a new one. Give this a like or send me a message if you’d be interested in writing (again) in the near future. I’ll figure out the logistics later. Also send me a message if you want to chat. It’s been a long time since I talked to all of you.
I don’t have any plans to return to this blog, but I was thinking of giving Arabella her own blog so that I can still write her. Can you give this a like if you be interested in writing with her on another blog?
edgarramirez25: Someone’s still on a cloud… • Alguien por ahí se sigue sintiendo en una nube
neganhq:
A mirthless laugh slips out at her question, because at that precise moment he was having troubling envisioning a time when things would ever be truly good between them again.
“Is everything going to clear up between us? Because nothing has felt right here in months.”
They could try all they liked, but he was beginning to wonder if they were making an effort for something that had long since passed it’s sell by date. He loved her, he wanted to be with her, he wanted to be faithful to her – why wasn’t that enough to make things work?
“You love me. I love you. Tell me what the hell it is I’m supposed to do to make sure we stop ending up here? ‘Cause it feels like one big never ending circle from where I’m stood.”
Her friends always tell her that she trusts people too easily. She had believed Harrison when he had told her he would be coming home late, despite it happening more and more frequently. She had never asked him for a reason why this was suddenly happening so often. She had taken his word for it and hadn’t asked any follow up questions. Maybe, if she had been a tad more observant, she would have been able to see through his lies long before she actually had. Maybe it would have been less painful that way.
“You’re just..,” she begins, but she doesn’t know how to continue that sentence. She doesn’t even know what she wants to say. “I love you, but I don’t trust you,” she admits.
Arabella doesn’t want to lose him or what they have. Or, rather, what they used to have. “Maybe,” she begins, her voice suddenly quiet and small, “We could try to talk to someone. Together,” she suggests. “Because I don’t think we can work this out together, just the two of us.” She holds her tongue there, before she can tell him that she should work on her trust issues. She doesn’t want to put the blame on herself.
a-kitten-with-claws:
“It is yes, but I get used to it as I’m always sneaking cups in-between meetings and appointments. Plus, it’s a lot colder in England, so a bit of warmth helps” she replies as Blanca goes about fixing a drink of a much different kind. Kit watches how her cousin moves. There was a quiet, yet almost odd grace about Blanca that Kit remembers from their childhood - while she had been slightly chubby, and more than a little awkward, Blanca had been refined, mature. Kit used to be envious of her for that.
Now it was different. She was no longer jealous, only doubtful they would still have anything in common like they used to. Until that is, her cousin mentions the well-know tv show. Kit fixes her with a stare, mouth gaped open just a tad. “You are kidding….tell me you’re kidding. I love that show, I think it helped me choose my career, if I’m honest!”.
Blanca has heard about all of the complaints the British make about their weather, but finds it difficult to relate to this. In Spain, the weather had always been excellent. In all of the time she has been living in America, she has hardly ever needed a coat. She would absolute hate to move to a country with a different climate, since she is accustomed to this.
“I’m only a few seasons in,” Blanca begins, “but I can’t believe that I have never watched it before. It’s amazing and my guilty pleasure. I can happily sit on my sofa for hours on end watching episode after episode without getting bored.”
daggermxchanic:
cont. from X @xdiaryofavixen
Eight thirty settles in the diner she’d suggested, and still there was no sign of her. In irritation of her tardiness, the detective slips further into his seat and continues to sip at the coffee that had only gone tepid. Thoughts begin to whirl in his mind, about whether trusting Callie had been a mistake; an ill advised idea, but the restless heart kept him there, better yet, Rebecca’s spirit kept him from leaving. The endless stream of memories that ran through his dreams at night and plagued him during the day, would flash before him in the street walker’s eyes, and for that he couldn’t walk out or turn away. His only hope, was that she hadn’t passed him off as a pathetic lunatic to disregard and had taken some sort of pity on his offer. Yet the clock continues to tick, and the soul bounces between uncertainty and apprehension, fingers jolting over the mug.
Callie has never been a punctual woman. If you really want her to be somewhere at a certain time, then it’s best to tell her to be there at least half an hour before you want her to be there. Then she might be on time. Callie pushes the door to the diner open at 8.35 PM. She scans the room, quickly finding him in the empty diner. She walks over to him and slides into the booth, sitting opposite him. “Did you order anything yet? I’m kind of hungry. Maybe I’ll have a burger.” She reaches for the menu stuck between the salt and pepper and opens it to find something she wants to have for dinner. She’s got a long night ahead.
thecxllective:
What was even crazier was how Lawrence felt about the other. He rarely ever got like this, and rarely ever cared to forget how much he loved Callie. Sure, their decisions were rash and without any prior planning, but it was what they did, from the first moment that they met to the second night in his bed because she never did want to leave after the night of love making that they did. And now, in Vegas, after just a split second choice to runaway for the weekend, Lawrence was there proposing that they get married. That they should just do it because it’s the right thing to do. Everything else they had found sharing, even their deodorants they found sharing, why not the rest of their lives committed to each other. It was definitely something that he was looking forward to and something he wanted to do. Maybe he would actually get the house and home he always dreamed of. Callie was going to the that wife. “Screw them. They don’t even know what I do for a living, or who I do for that matter.” He said with a youthful undertone in his voice, excited to actually have Callie still in his arms. “Why not go to the chapel right there? It looks like the perfect place to get married in. What do ya say? You wanna marry me, Call?”
The thought of being married and tied down to someone terrifies her. Does she really want to make such a commitment? From past relationships she has learned that she always runs away at some point, but her relationship with Lawrence feels different. He accepts her for who she is, despite the obvious flaws. Maybe he’s different. Maybe he’s not like the men she’s been with before, who always wanted her to change at some point in order to be who they want her to be. Maybe they can be like this forever. “You bet your sweet ass I do,” she laughs. Who would have thought that their trip to Vegas would also be their honeymoon. Suddenly, Callie thinks of a hundred-and-one things to do. She darts from his arms and towards her unpacked suitcase on the bed. She scoops a whole bunch of items from her suitcase and runs into the bathroom to get ready. No one is going to be there to see them get married, but that she still wants to look her absolute best.
why do birds suddenly appear every time you’re near ?
there’s a difference between the ‘enemies-to-lovers’ trope and shipping someone with their abuser
Fragrance (Callie)
association meme
send a number for what my muse associates with yours in the following:
1. fragrance
“Dior’s ‘Poison’ - provocative, heady, and unforgettable. The name could be considered fairly fitting too”.
Fashion (Blanca)
association meme
send a number for what my muse associates with yours in the following:
3. fashion
“Oh that one is simple - effortless and understated chic, with just an edge of the eclectic. Like every artist, the care is in the detail with my cousin and she shows it. It helps that she is almost crazy beautiful as well”.
PICTURE THIS
A SINGLE MOM FIGHTING FOR CUSTODY OVER A SHITTY FATHER BUT MORE FINANCIALLY STABLE, SHE’S DESPERATE TO KEEP HER CHILD SO SHE ASKS HER BEST FRIEND (HE’S WEALTHY) TO MARRY HER, THEY WIN CUSTODY BUT NOW THEY ARE STUCK TOGETHER AND GIVE ME ALL THE ANGST OF ACTING LIKE HUSBAND AND WIFE BUT THEN SHE STARTS TO FALL FOR HIM AND THEY ACTUALLY BECOME A REAL FAMILY.
“are you ready to stop acting like a brat now?”
first of all, this is no act
when you and your partner plotted something perfect but your muses are like
Reblog if you’re willing to do threads that involve more than 2 muses
For some multi-muse blogs, they may have two muses who are always together or may want to introduce another muse partway in the thread to shake things up.
Why do I feel like I’m the only one who doesn’t use Discord / know what it is??? Someone please explain to me why it’s so amazing and why everyone is using it.
“You’re crazy,” Callie states. Getting engaged had been exciting, something unexpected. When she had told him that yes, she would marry him, there hadn’t been an actual intention to get married in the near future. She had thought of their engagement as a promise to stay together and of the ring as something to make her friends jealous with. “What about your family? I thought you wanted them to be there.” Callie isn’t usually the one to make a fuss over anything, but even she realizes that this is a big commitment. If they really do get married tonight, then she can no longer walk away at any given moment. Not that she wants to walk away, she just likes to have that opportunity in case she does at some point. “Well, let’s get going then. There’s a wedding chapel around the corner from here. Show me you mean it.”
@thecxllective
