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hi !!

stuff has happened. but i'm nearly done with finals so !!

just to let my mutuals know i (prob) won't be dropping any threads :^) i'm working on a mobile friendly muse page with shorter, more concise bios + adding new muses as i go, which makes me v excited :3

#— rambles. #ao3 and one piece is the only thing keeping this household together

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KRISTINE FROSETH IN THE BUCCANEERS

#— desired opp.

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Fivel Stewart as Sidney in Alert: Missing Persons Unit 1x02 “Hugo”

#— desired opp.

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SABRINA CARPENTER Feather (2023)

#— hikari; thoughts. #deadass her entire vibe

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SABRINA CARPENTER via Instagram (October 31, 2023)

#cw blood #GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #that's the post #sabrina carpenter

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"seeing that you come to me for support rather than useful legal advice..." she tiptoes along her syllables with an intrigued spark in her eye, "...how far do you want to take it?"

open to all (w only for romance), with beth morgan ╱ you pick the scenario and context! take this in any direction you’d like ♡ this post was made using beta

"if i said i wanted to get revenge and i wanted you to help me, you would say . . ?"

#— darcy; talks. #motelcafe #vengeful bitches who never get over anything ON! TOP! #the situation really doesn't matter she's just messy and impulsive as hell LMAO #she's a law graduate btw #hope this is ok!

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HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.

THE HURT:

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

“I think I need help.”

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”

“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

“I think I’m running a fever.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

THE COMFORT:

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think you’d better take a break.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”

“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“What happened to you, baby?”

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”

“You look like shit, man.”

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”

#— prompts.

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open to: any, +25

connection: your choice!

inspo: ♫ the steps - HAIM ♫

who: adela voulgaris; 27; bisexual w no preference; vocalist, founder and rhythm guitarist of alt rock band lucky elevens

"— THOUGH WE SHARE a bed, you know that i don't need your help. do you understand?"

#this too

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He's amused by her lack of conviction: his stance, by default, when he'd seek to fuel his delusions with meaningless advice from strangers: similar to their situation right here. It never failed to entertain him, though, to make conversation out of it. Store the truths that were offered to him in some safe corner of his brain and carry on to learn his lessons by his own hand. "What's your alternative, then? Never trying?" Calvin inquires. "I think that would waste just as much time. It'd be quite boring, too."

Katydid is skittish about most things and that includes taking chances. She listens to his words, though; sees if they reverberate at all in her chest. Still, she's scared to dip into the well of hope, afraid of what might come out. "I'm not sure I have enough time to waste on something like healing," she says, tilting her head at him. // @hcartspill

#— calvin; talks #marshthing #will do!

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"A ver — no digas eso. Pero hay momentos..." Recalca la bruja, resistiendo el intento ajeno de quitarle la herramienta sin demasiada insistencia. "Mientras más rápido terminemos, más pronto tendré más disposición para divertirme." Propone, buscando convencer. "...Aunque no sé que me ofende más de tu implicación: que digas que mi disciplina me pondrá fea, o que sugieras que te aburres estando conmigo."

“Bua, nunca me dejan hacer nada,” refunfuña en lo que se coloca de pie. En un saltito está de regreso a su lado, buscando quitarle el rastrillo de las manos. “Tienes que aprender a divertirte. De lo contrario vas a ponerte fea.”

#— manon; talks. #petaurodelazucar #LMFAOOO las amo #manon tan adicta a la chamba y sora jugando #es literal una brujita de jardín

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open to: m/f/nb +21

connection: situationship !! billy dunne x daisy jones dynamic??

inspo: ♫ kaleidoscope - chappell roan ♫

who: darcy maxwell, 25, pan, aspiring singer-songwriter.

"IF YOU EVER FIND someone who could write a better song for you, well —" she scoffs bitterly. "— i'd love to see them try! to put it all in words and... sing it all in tune."

#third time's the charm!

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yes all my favorite characters are desperate to be loved. no i don’t think that says anything about me

#me about roman roy

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SABRINA CARPENTER Emails I Can't Send (2022)

#she's so gorgeous omg... #sabrina carpenter

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Sophie Nélisse as Shauna Shipman YELLOWJACKETS: 109. Doomcoming / 203. Digestif

#— manon; visage. #<3

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SOPHIE THATCHER as NATALIE SCATORCCIO Yellowjackets | Season 2, Episode 3 “Digestif”

#*white knuckling the bathroom sink* but i stay silly :3 but i stay silly :3 but i st #— jupiter; visage.

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Manon would gladly use her magic to help others: this trait had made her dedicate her lifetime to helping people. It was the one way she knew how to relate with humankind, the only way in which it was acceptable for her to care for others over herself; her self-imposed purpose. Growing up as a wild witch was lonely: she had to learn how to harness her powers on her own, bearing the inherent responsibility to conceal it from the many mortals she lived around over the course of her existence. Logically, she would do anything to cling to these connections. Helping Dorian, however, demanded a different kind of commitment: not only because it was her closest encounter with one of his kind... but because of the nature of the magic he was attempting to perform. She sympathized with his situation immediately, and was quick to accept in taking part in the ritual when he proposed it. But as it became more bloody and complicated, the brunette was starting to second guess her capability to pull this off. "I need to know more. About how I can help you." She interjects, as her brown eyes worriedly examine the marks on his body. "I don't want... what we're doing to be the last thing you ever do."

OPEN TO: any f muse 25 + ! MUSE: dorian sykes, covenless warlock. twenty-nine. dylan o'brien fc. PLOT: dorian's coven exiled him before falling to ruin after he tried to warn them. he's trying to protect himself from a curse placed upon the coven he isn't sure he was spared of. unlike witches, warlocks require higher stakes to do magic. he needs this witch more than she needs him. they get together to do a spell but dorian's magic isn't pulling its weight, so he needs some extreme measures.

It had always been more complex for his kind, the stakes always higher. The contact needed to be far more precise and the surrender a kind of submission that came with an ache. Pain seemed to be the only thing that reminded anyone they were human, and it challenged a warlock to put their faith in something more if they truly wanted to defy it. The spell had been attempted three times with crimson staining the carpet as proof. A soft grunt of frustration was buried into the collar of his sweater as Dorian pulled it over his head. The remnants of his coven were pierced into his skin. It had been the only way to save them and their essence, and they were memorialized and saved in inked memory. Yet, the tattoos were split open at every attempt to use what little magic was left from their demise when he needed it the most. "It'll be quick," Dorian assured her, pressing the blade into the black sand of the circle they sat within before pressing it to his side. "It's never as easy for me as it is for you. Man was made to destroy the earth, so we need to sacrifice ourselves if we want to submit to it."

#— manon; talks. #eulcgizeme #tl;dr her coven died in the trials and manon survived by passing as a mortal for many centuries #hope this is ok!

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her night wasn't much better: coming back from a crammed pub after performing an hour - long set of songs that didn't fail to remind her of their still fresh breakup, though not too eager to go home and struggle to get rest on a bed where paris' absence was still felt. feet drag along the hallway before she notices a faint glow coming from the apartment, signaling presence. sprinting towards the door darcy turns her key with urgency ( she had always been quite the scaredy cat ), yet her gaze softens when she recognizes the blonde's silhouette, appearing to her like a vision of their previous normalcy. though her posture relaxes, her stomach is still in knots. ❛ — jesus, paris. i thought the worst. ❜ she breathes out. ❛ is everything okay ? what . . . what are you doing here ? ❜

❛ ♡ for a wishlist starter ━  ⊰  ✶  @hcartspill  /   hits different.

the  night  was  a  vibrant,    multicolored  blur.    she  remembered  arriving  at  the  bar,    she  remembered  ordering  her  fifth    (  or  was  it  sixth?  )    drink,    she  remembered  throwing  up  on  the  curb  next  to  the  street  light,    and  now  she’s  at  home.    it’s  still  dark  outside,    she’s  still  drunk,    perhaps  she  hasn’t  even  slept  yet...   just  simply  emerged  from  her  heartbreak  induced  blackout.    her  eyebrows  furrow  as  she  hears  a  noise  coming  from  down  the  hall.    a  key  turning  in  the  lock,    she  swallows  harshly,    noting  how  absolutely  terrible  she  both  feels  and  looks.    ❛    h  -  hello  ?    ❜    please  be  them,   please  be  them.    maybe  they’d  realized  how  much  of  a  mistake  they  had  made,    maybe  they  were  feeling  the  same  way,    or  maybe  her  friends  had  told  them  how  insufferable  she  had  been  tonight.    or  maybe  she  was  just  hearing  things,    maybe  she  was  going  insane.

#— darcy; talks. #cardigaens #i'm thinking they shared this apartment and they're in the process of moving out #but it really serves as an excuse to see each other #lmk if this is okay !