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[myrwild]

for @myrwild | | olivia and sid | | thread count : one

"Y'know, I'm starting to get the feeling you don't like me." His smirk was riddled with sleaze, brow cocking as a gaze bold as brass acquisitioned a response from his new 'roomie'. Of course, he couldn't see why anyone would have a problem with him, and maybe Olivia's unwillingness to fall prey to his usual charming personality, albeit a bit audacious, had given him a smidge of a complex. So, this bright and early morning, he decided to make peace.

[myrwild]

Every word from him was like a dagger through the heart. She could hear the voice she had loved so much under the more mature tone that had been added to it, the way his tongue would roll on certain words, his inflexion on some syllables. Those things hadn't changed and she hated that it had been committed to her memory, so ingrained in her psyche that she could notice those details even after all those years. His voice paired with the words he was throwing at her were making her more hurt, more angry than she had already been by sampling seeing him again, just sitting there. How dared he be the one saying those things to her, as if he was guilty of nothing, as if she had been the ultimate bad guy in this story and - apparently - still was. ❝ It's hard to know someone when you're never there. ❞ she spat, with all the resentment brought by years upon years of remembering how absent he had gradually become until there was barely anything left of their relationship, until it was hard to even call it a relationship at all. ❝ And it would be bold - and stupid - of you to assume that the lonely, naive teenager you knew is anything like the adult that I became. One that knows better. ❞ she added, with bite in her voice. She knew his face, even with all the changes, knew every expression of his, she had studied and learnt every part of him for a long time before things crumbled. She could swear hurt was dancing in his eyes, the same hurt that she was trying to hide from hers. She didn't want to stop and consider that though, didn't want to give him grace, to give him the benefit of the doubt when she had been so angry for so long, when he had been nowhere at a time where she needed him the most, when everything had crumbled around her and their relationship had been one of those things. From the corner of her eye she could vaguely see heads popping from the doorframe, curious coworkers probably entranced by the sight of Wally in a verbal fight with the 'new consultant', wondering who she was and what had gone on to create this kind of friction after a few minutes of them meeting. She could easily assume that Wally was very different in his every day life than he was at this very moment. She seldom gave the curious onlookers any thoughts however. ❝ Trust me Wal', my nightmares still very much include you.. ❞ she answered bitterly. She wouldn't add, though, that more often than not, her nightmares simply made her relive those days, forced her into scenarios where he would tell her he never loved her, offered her the official breakup she never had. The collar of his shirt was slightly up, out of place. As if her body had never forgotten gestures that, once, had been such natural habits, she reached her hand and gently tucked his collar back in place, like she had done a million-and-one times when they were young. The hurt and melancholy in her eyes, at that moment, was unmistakable. ❝ I just want to do my job, and then you never have to see me again, just like you want. ❞ she sighed, taking a step back and crossing her arms to stop her hands from moving on their own again.

For reasons he couldn't quite explain to himself, if there was one thing he loved was to rile people up. Work was where he could push and get results but in his personal life—specifically with his ex who he still harboured a mess of feelings for, that was like setting fire to an already burning ember. Some days it was nostalgia for a life pre agency, a life where his only worry was where to take Aylin on their off course adventures and other days was deep rooted ire aimed at her however misplaced that was given he was the one who broke contact first. But, what he once thought would be easy for her to decipher and read between the lines, like they had their own language quickly turned to fury. Fury at her for not seeing through the bullshit and fury at himself for letting her become the one who got away.

However, he was stubborn as fuck and even if reason told him he was the one in the wrong, that still didn't stop him from going full speed at her as if this room didn't already have enough tension hanging from the ceiling. The case was about to be placed aside since he couldn't help himself and feeling the barely there jabs, he had no choice but to do it right then. “That's fresh coming from you. ” no one could get under his skin like she did. To this day she was still the one who did so so precisely. It boggled his mind. “I never would have pegged you as someone who'd undermine my work. You know, kind of silly of me to think that. Guess I didn't really know you as well as I thought I had. ” opening that can of worms it was then. Wally straightened up as he leaned over the chair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and collar slightly opened, he never did like having the buttons go all the way.

In his eyes hurt were visible making his green eyes flash with something he had long thought he buried inside along with the memory of her. He had seen her angry a few times as kids and though they weren't aimed at him, seeing her like that had given him another reason to fall in love with her. It was silly to think back and picture that elusive future he had dreamed of and flash forward to the present where she stood right there in front of him and this was how he was choosing to start their conversation. Of all the scenarios he'd worked through in the years since, this one was dead last. “You know, it's funny you think working with you would be my worst nightmare.” A dry chuckle escaped him as he shook his head and ended up taking his seat, slightly rolling back into it. “when in reality that was when you vanished from the surface of the earth. ”

#ft. martieshub #feat. ─ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 #sh: ⋆𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧&𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 #sorry for the delay!!

[myrwild]

marlowe had been walking in determined strides towards the spot where she was planning to have her new 'recruits' spend the day, but listening to one of them, she stopped and turned around. she appraised him like she would a mysterious artefact, her eyes gliding from the top of his head to the tip of his shoes and back up before settling on his face with a slightly raised eyebrow, her mouth in a line. she had been told more than once that her way of looking at people, staring at them, was disturbing and made the objects of her attention more uncomfortable than anything. she didn't care though, she had a keen eye for mysteries and people were often the biggest one to solve. this one, for example, was trying to make her tick and he - she had to begrudgingly admit - wasn't half-bad at it. she didn't dislike criminals, or at least she didn't despise them, not in the way that most people did and definitely not in the way the man sizing her up seemed to think. any person with half an interest in her field of work knew that some of the best finds had been brought back to museums by men society had labelled as scoundrels. the pull of mystery-solving and discoveries grander than oneself could often be stronger than the pull for money, and when it all converged into one same interest, it was bound to bring some not-so-moral people to the forefront of the search effort. and as an archeologist, she knew better than most that diamonds in the rough could be hiding in the most putrid-smelling puddles of dirt. an answer on the tip of her tongue, she watched the small rock topple away from his boot, pupils following its trajectory when she heard his last question and couldn't help the small snort - pure mix of shock that the question could even be asked and amusement at how ridiculous the claim sounded - from escaping her. ❝ no. ❞ she simply stated, her eyes drifting back to his face, raising her eyebrow higher, one corner of her mouth ever so slightly tilting up. she had to admit it felt... strange, to be complimented the way he did, even if it had only been to throw her off or annoy her. the only men she had been in close contact with for a while now had been colleagues. half of them were too intimidated by her to even see her as a woman and the other had been hell-bent on discrediting her for the simple fact that nothing was dangling between her legs and so she couldn't realistically be as qualified as them. having a man talk to her as an attractive woman first felt somehow foreign after all this time. not that she'd give it any deep thoughts, she could see what little game he was playing. ❝ I'm doctor adler, but marlowe will do. ❞ she nodded towards the other man in her group. she hated being called by her title, it sounded pompous and always irked her that it was somehow the norm to use 'doctor' or 'professor' while addressing anyone owning a doctorate or phD of any kind. ❝ as for your question, mister...? ❞ her tone was questioning, but she continued before he could answer. ❝ with the right buyers on the black market, some of our finds can go in the millions. with your normal buyers.. well I would expect you to make a good 30 if it's shiny, otherwise you'd probably manage to sell some centuries-old artefact for 5 bucks as a paper weight. ❞ she smirked, her eyes finding his, before turning on her heels gracefully and continuing her walk towards her work station, her new recruits in toe.

tan had been in and out the prison system since he was a teenager so he wasn't new to community service. he had done a lot of different tasks over the years but helping on an archaeological dig was new. he wasn't sure what it would involve but anything had to better then picking up trash off the side of the road. he listen to the women talk, gazing briefly over at another man who if you looked up the definition of geek in a directory, you would find his picture next to it. he could tell that the women didn't want to have to involve herself with the likes of him. despite her being attractive, the vibe she was giving him about not being pleased to have to involve criminals in her work, was making him annoyed.

he was pleased that he had been assigned to her group. tan felt it could be more entertaining then being stuck with professor nutty. "so, how much do you THINK things around here are worth then? i've heard some of the stuff you find can be worth like thousands of pounds. though," he shrugged his shoulders, a small smirk laced his lips."i've been known to get MORE for things then they are worth." he kicked a small stone that he spotted by the edge of his boot. "are you mrs fawlke? because if you are, he is one LUCKY fella., if you don't mind me saying."

#ft. dumexes #feat. ─ ⋆ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 #sh: ⋆𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞&𝐭𝐚𝐧 #sorry for the delay!!

[myrwild]

ugh, sorry I left my draft to rot for a few days, I'm finally starting to tackle them! so if I owe you a reply and/or a starter and you don't have it by the end of the day, like this or DM me to remind me or kick my ass!

#─ ⋆ ooc shit >> 𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

[myrwild]

been lowkey sick all day so i've been resting and reading all day and now knee-deep in a true crime documentary... I'll try making a dent in my drafts before bed but if I don't, I swear you'll get your reply tomorrow, I'm sorry .-.

#─ ⋆ ooc shit >> 𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

[myrwild]

For a second Aylin had forgotten someone else was present in the room, seeing him again had thrown her entire system into shock, her whole consciousness narrowed singularly on him. He was all she could see, hear or think about, not so differently from how things had been for the first few years after they parted ways. But she was grateful when Wally sent the other officer away, she would've hated making a name for herself as a maniacal and scorned ex-lover before she even had a chance to show her skills. She almost physically shivered at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue, fighting every fibre of her being not to close her eyes and enjoy the sound without drowning in the nostalgia of it, the flood of memories associated with that exact word in his mouth. Fortunately for her he spoke again before her composure had time to crumble and fall, before that mask of indifference that had taken years to carefully craft could just vanish to show the heartbroken, lonely girl she had never really stopped being deep down. At his words she clenched the tip of her tongue between her teeth softly. She hated how calm he was, how accommodating. In some twisted way, she wanted him to shout, to fight, to hurt like she did, just to prove to herself she hadn't been the only one who hadn't forgotten a second of their past, that she still mattered even if it was in all the wrong ways now. But he didn't, of course not. He smoothly talked, offering her a replacement, as pragmatic and understanding as he had always been and it only made her angrier, made her want to press all his buttons until he snapped, until he had any reaction other than this professional facade. But he was right to be professional, it was about work, about the victims and the retribution they deserved, not about her silly broken heart. And so she swallowed all the shouts, the insults and the few tears that she knew were fighting to get out, composed herself mentally in half a second and slightly shook her head. ❝ I was promised the best officer on this case. Seems like it's you. ❞ she offered, though admitting it hurt like needles pricking at her tongue over and over. And yet, deep down, she still felt a sense of pride that he had achieved such a status. Not that it was her place to be proud of him anymore, let alone want to be. ❝ What matters is getting justice for the victims and catching the sick son of a bitch. ❞ she conceded with a serious look. If one thing angered her more than the man in front of her and the past they both shared, it was thinking about the psychotic killer on the loose and the horrible things he had forced so many poor souls to endure until now. ❝ For that, I'm willing to suck it up, if you're capable of doing the same. ❞

He'd be a liar if he didn't acknowledge the fact her voice had sounded the same to his ears even if it was now colored with a hard edge. To think of moments his mind would conjure up of their reunion and how it'd play out differently, maybe they'd run into each others arms, kiss like there was no tomorrow, finally get to that sunset moment and apologize profusely for letting her go. Maybe even explain why it was needed to be done. But he knew as soon as he dared glance up briefly that there was no chance of that, it was a fantasy; cruel in a way he could never have prepared himself for.

It would be easy for anger and bitterness to get triggered on days like today. Hearing the words spill out of her mouth. So easy to get swept into that pattern and let that wave take its course, destroying everything in its path. In turn making it impossible to reach common ground. But, if anything he was stubborn; a trait well learned from his mother. Instead Wally stared. Stared with intent at the woman who'd simultaneously held and shattered his heart. He could very well play the victim in all this but that would be a cop out. There was no amount of apologies that could cover and patch up the damage done and even he did try, there was no way that she'd believe what was done was to protect her.

He supposed being painted as the villain was easier for everyone involve. Though there was no doubt that he was to blame. He left her and what was worse he left without an explanation, one she deserved more than the one she got. His disappearance act did nothing but burn that proverbial bridge. Not that he ever anticipated running into her again, let alone back in their town and working the same case. He looked anywhere but at her, instantly knowing that if he did, there would be no turning back. Seeing her would open up age old wounds and his mistakes would clearly flash before his eyes. How could he ever leave her? The question had been asked over and over throughout the years and still hadn't found an answer. He wanted to talk to her alone for a moment but before there was any chance to think, he spoke. "Give us a minute." Voice was hard, determined, commanding. All things that showed he wasn't kidding.

Taking a slow breath he paced around for a second. "Aylin." Even the sound of her name on his tongue sounded so formal in a way that hadn't happened before. How could their shared life together come down to being once strangers. It was hopeless to think anything he'd say would not make this worse. But he had to try to diffuse the situation. The job couldn't be done if they were at each other's throats. They got the best of the best and it seemed like for the sake of the case they need to work together. Kicking and screaming would have to do. Still as he gathered the courage up to finally lock eyes with her. "I'm—" sorry? I was an asshole? I never meant to break your heart? Things he wanted to say but couldn't but still his voice softened for a bit. "That's not fair." Again, he was one to talk about fairness. "Kinda hard not to be in your way since we'd have to share information. But as you wish." That clearly hadn't changed, doing whatever she wanted just to make her happy. "I can request someone else take my place." He'd rather not do that given that he now had her and didn't want to let her go. An oxymoron he thought.

#ft. martieshub #feat. ─ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 #sh: ⋆𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧&𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 #kinda living for their dynamic so far ngl!

[myrwild]

"I'm glad you're okay" but said by someone who has just had the shit beaten out of them, to someone who is not hurt at all, is a brilliant trope and I lose my mind every time.

#~plot whore~

[myrwild]

Alice hated this project. Sure she had creative freedom, to some extent but fuck, those reality stars were insufferable. When she had branched out of her little bubble of traditional writing to write and produce for tv, getting sassed by overly tanned people with half of a brain cell and the overgrown ego to believe they were 'A-tier celebrities' was far from what she had envisioned for herself. And yet all that wasn't what she hated the most about the job. He was. When finally the fresh outside air hit her face, she brought a cigarette to her lips, her lighter following suit. She had said she'd quit for real this time. But today had been particularly torturous and it was barely the mid-day, so fuck it. She revelled in that first inhale, the burn of her throat and lungs soothing, somewhat, the angry buzzing of her body. She wished she could key someone's car right about now to let some steam out, and she had a good idea who's too. A voice took her out of the little bubble of peace she had tried to create for herself. Of course. Alice closed her eyes for a second with a sigh. He was probably the second-last person she wanted to see at the moment, but when had karma not shat all over what she wanted, after all? ❝ Brother's back in town, the family reunions have been.. tense. ❞ she muttered around her cigarette. She blew her smoke out, letting it be transported by the wind with the lie she had just spoken. What? Was she supposed to tell him the truth? That she had heard the new intern giggle about how attractive she thought he was, had noticed her trying to flirt with him all day, had seen how many more times she had brought him coffee and pastries than anyone else on set? Yeah, that would go down well, for sure. They had been separated for a long time now and she knew better than anyone how wrong they had been for each other but damn if she missed how right it felt to be so wrong, missed fighting with him, missed seeing how jealous he could get or the fire burning in his eyes when she was the one wreaking havoc to claim him, missed - more than anything - the make-up sessions that would come after every outburst. It was obsessive. An obsession she had had semi-under control until she had been forced to work with him, to see him day in and day out. Now it was an all-consuming struggle to not throttle the poor, shy, pretty little intern, or jump her ex's bones for that matter. ❝ You should go back in, I'm sure you're being missed. ❞ she sneered, a little too transparent for her liking, as another cloud of smoke escaped her lips.

open starter -please read my pinned post before replying

open to: f plot: our muses work together on a reality show. they have had a very toxic and chaotic romantic history, and have a lot of skeleton in closets. The only way either of them aren't in jail is because the other hasn't said anything. my muse notices yours a little more frantic than usual, he leaves his post to go looking for her.

Watching the producer of the show, who also happens to be his ex-girlfriend in the most complicated relationship of his life, walk across the set, he knew in his gut something was wrong. Just at the way she hustled and the creases in her forehead. He'd known every expression, every move like the back of his hand. This look on her face, wasn't related to the show. That he knew. He dropped the camera and b-lined to where he'd assume she'd be. Opening the doors, seeing her alone, "Hey, what's going on?"

#hope it's okay~ #feat. ─ ⋆ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧 #i'm thinking toxic slightly obsessive relationship were they're still hella into each other despite knowing how wrong it is #but take it any which way i'm down for anything!! #ft. loveofcharacters

[myrwild]

open to f, m, nb connection: toxic ex, one night stand, obsessed fan, whatever fits! muse: levi mcallister (fc. andy biersack) | 26-31 | tattoo artist, lead singer

❝ you're obsessed with my dick, I get it. can't say I share the feeling though. ❞

#open starter #indie starter #feat. ─ ⋆ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 #just gimme angst and sexual tension pleeease #1x1 rp #indie rp

[myrwild]

closed starter for @dumexes

it hadn't been her idea to let non-professionals work on her dig. no, in fact she hated it with a burning passion. it was a small project and her new "recruits" were only supposed to dust off some already unearthed artefacts, nothing too difficult but still. this was a field of work that required a lot of caution and letting a bunch of ex-convicts and small time criminals run amock on her site was the furthest from cautious marlowe could imagine. but the site, and the artefacts themselves, were the property of the city's museum and it had been their idea - their order, really - to offer the excavation effort as a form of community service to the city's law enforcement. it looked good for the press, after all, and the museum's higher-ups, unfortunately, cared about little else than exposure for the opening of their new wing recently. so here she was, getting ready to chaperone whatever thieves and druggies they sent her way to "help them reform through the fascinating power of archaeology" or whatever bullshit she had been briefed on. ❝ you lot, you'll work with Professor Fawlke over there. ❞ she pointed a small group towards the tiny man and his ridiculously thick glasses, already busying himself with cataloguing artefacts by their condition of wear. ❝ and you... ❞ she gestured at the rest, only two people. she sighed, trying her hardest not to judge, not to roll her eyes at how much she disliked her task already and how unprepared they looked for this kind of work. ❝ you're with me. ❞

#ft. dumexes #feat. ─ ⋆ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 #sh: ⋆𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞&𝐭𝐚𝐧 #hope you like it!! #feel free to go any direction you feel like

[myrwild]

closed starter for @lxstreign based on (x)

lex had had big plans once, and even bigger dreams. all of them included them. when they disappeared her life shattered, her life line gone in a world that was already trying to get her down. heartbreak pulled her down but, eventually, anger kept her upright, kept her going. she forgot about her plans, forgot about her dreams. forgot about them. she tried the hardest to convince herself about that part, on the good days at least. she had stayed in the town that they left, the town where her father died, the town that had failed her. she had stayed to take care of someone who didn't deserve it, stayed to study something she only half-cared about, stayed to work at the miserable, run-down bar, but definitely did not stay in hopes they would one waltz back home. definitely not. she was mentally reminding herself of all those things as she absentmindedly cleaned glasses behind the bar, her shift almost over now, when the small bell above the door rung joyfully. she looked up, ready to warn the newcomer that the bar was about to close but her voice, her breath, her heart, all stoped in her throat. no. it couldn't be. it was a mirage, a hallucination. the one person she had tried to forget, the one person she hated to admit she had waited for for seven long years, could not be standing right there under the flickering yellow lights. ❝ what the... ❞

#ft. lxstreign #feat. ─ ⋆ 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 “𝐥𝐞𝐱” 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞 #hope you like it!

[myrwild]

closed starter for @facepeeled

❝ don't puke, the shoes are new. ❞ lenora threw a stack of pictures on the small table. admittedly, she wouldn't be surprised if the young woman did puke, the sight on those stills uncovered a dark side of humanity that most people wished to ignore. right there on the paper sat a canvas of unspeakable horrors. limbs contorted at unnatural angles, broken and twisted, deep lacerations marred once virgin flesh, jagged wounds oozing crimson trails onto the stained carpet below. long fingers, once probably nimble, were now gnarled and broken, protruding strangely on the pictures. across the chest, a gaping wound revealed the shattered remains of ribs, stark against the pallor of skin turned ashen with death. and there, right in the center of this mangled corpse's forehead, a single word carved in flesh and bone, with surgical precision. a name. farrow.

#feat. ─ ⋆ 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 #int: ⋆𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚&𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 #take that in whichever way you feel! #hope you like it!! #ft. facepeeled

[myrwild]

starter call to celebrate some of my new/underused muses now that I have a new muses list!! like this and I'll come to you to know which muse you want a starter from! (also open to discord threads) ++ inspiration is particularly high for m/f involving maeve or marlowe, but take your pick!

#starter call #open starter #indie rp #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay #discord rp

[myrwild]

well.. not all the links are right just yet (aesthetic, playlist, etc) but at least half of the muses - all the primary ones - have a page now so.. yay! gonna make a post for a starter call in a minute for those babies! here's the almost-updated muse page! (click on a muse for more info)

#─ ⋆ ooc shit >> 𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

[myrwild]

seriously gotta work on updating my muse list, half of it is obsolete by now... maybe I'll do that today and then send a starter call to get a few tings starter with my newbies?

#─ ⋆ ooc shit >> 𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

[myrwild]

playing diablo just really puts me in the mood for some supernatural, dark, grimmy, cultish threads, ngl. ++ for an enemies-to-lovers subplot.

#~plot whore~ #wanted plot #lemme play my non-human muses!! #─ ⋆ ooc shit >> 𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

[myrwild]

open to f, m, nb (m preferred) connection: a rival hacker, a rival game dev, anything that fits! muse: ethan hayes | 26-32 | game dev / hacker

❝ you say rival, i say obsessive stalker with a massive crush on me. potato, po-tah-to. ❞

#open starter #indie rp #feat. ─ ⋆ 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐬 #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay