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cursedvessels · 3 months
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open to all!! ↳ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ; ꜱʜɪᴍɪ ☼ relationship: could be a friend who took him to the party, could be a complete stranger, literally anyone, any gender...also totally down for this being a historical thread because let's face it who doesn't love writing a drunk babe at a lavish ball plot: basically he wandered off from the main ballroom HOURS ago and your muse has just found him totally sloshed in one of the less-crowded rooms
"I've been having a marvelous time! This might be the best party I've ever been! Least in this century, no doubt..."
Shimi's voice came out practically in song, beaming at the other who had just entered the room and settled upon the lounge chair. He had splayed himself cross the chair, letting his upper body fall into their lap as he stared up at them, a wild grin on his wobbly features. One hand held a glass of champagne, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, his other arm craddling his suit coat. It was well into the evening by now, perhaps so much so as to be considered approaching morning. Yet, the festivities continued with the select stragglers who had drunk so much wine they were likely to stay until morn anyhow.
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"Stay with me, won't you? Ohh! Or perhaps fetch us another bottle of sherry? So long as you promise to come back!"
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exquisitexagony · 6 months
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open to anyone!! plot: Sam left the house after hours of psyching himself up and smoking a couple of joints, but now he just woke up halfway in his car after passing out from standing up too fast--presumably upon arriving at xyr destination. They're panicked and can't remember what happened, not even what they were supposed to be doing, which is why they've called your muse to pick them up. This isn't something that happens often, but they probably have asked your muse to drive them places/pick them up from places before. Or maybe not, maybe your muse is shocked and confused by the sudden call...whatever works (: It's also worth noting that Sam only does drugs of any kind when he's under extreme stress/pressure/having a big anxiety spike, so if your muse happens to notice he is high that would also be very surprising
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The cold in the air stung Samuel's lungs as he took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly and heavily. His hand was shaking horribly, too much to even think to start the car so he could warm up. It was chilly out, but not freezing, still he shivered as he lifted the phone to his ear.
"Hey, uh..." Their voice was anxious, jittery. A sucked in breath, pressing their lips together. Don't cry. Don't make this worse. "Um, I- I- I...I need you to c- come pick me up." Xe held xyr breath to avoid making a sound as tears began to fall down xyr cheeks. Xe couldn't think straight, could hardly breathe...There was no way they could drive themselves home. Normally he wouldn't ask, but...They were the only one he knew that wasn't busy.
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goldenboybridgers · 3 days
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" Oh my gods, what have you done--?! "
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anunkindncss · 1 year
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"If you're not scared, you're not taking a chance. If you're not taking a chance... what's the fucking point?"
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wonderfulchaos-x · 2 years
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Open to anyone
Willow Weston fc: Danielle Rose Russell
Scenario: You have been virtually dating for over a year and finally convinced them to meet up in person. You set up a neutral place at a hotel somewhere in the middle of where the both of you live and are waiting to see one another in the lobby and spend the weekend together.
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Willow had been sitting on the brown loveseat in the lobby of this cities' nicer hotels, lightly fidgeting with one of the rings on her fingers as she inconspicuously watched the door to see the figure of the person she was waiting for. The two had been dating digitally for over a year now. And now, finally all of the phone calls and video chats and falling a sleep on facetime together had finally brought the two of them to this moment; Where they would finally meet the person they love and had been pining for.
Willow let out a small sigh as she leaned backwards to look back at the door once more to try and spot the familiar face before she turned to just generally look around at the other people moving through the lobby. As more and more people moved around the more she started to fidget and play with her heels as the nerves began to get the better of her.
'Were they really the person they said they were?' What if this was all a ploy to get you stolen and sold to sex traffickers?' She thought before letting out a heavy sigh and closing her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. 'Gotta have faith, Willow.. Faith that they want this just as much as you do.' She thought to herself before she heard the main door to the hotel open. "Have faith, Willow."
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wpureimagination · 4 months
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✿.。.:* ☆::. 𝓞 pen
Lighting a candle and setting up for the night would hardly keep Wonka warm in this bitter cold, but he was used to unsavory conditions. So, without a single complaint, he flipped off his hat and pulled out his portable goods--an alarm clock, a candle for light and warmth, a cup, a spoon, and his little teapot full of hot cocoa. Of course it wasn't just any hot cocoa, it was Wonka's hot cocoa, which he had been working on perfecting during his time overseas. He was pretty certain was reaching the end of those journeys, though. Soon he would have enough to settle down somewhere and work on opening up his very own chocolate shop.
With a soft blow, the candle ignited easily and he gave a hum of satisfaction. As he stirred his freshly poured mug of hot chocolate, he glanced up at the person whose attention he had managed to gather. A bright smile, lifting his teapot in offering. His ears and nose were a bit cold given the circumstances, but the chocolate would warm him up soon enough--that was exactly what he had designed it to do, after all. That and create pleasant dreams and a sweet night's sleep. He would be needing that after the kind of afternoon he had.
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"Would you like to try some?" The words were welcoming, unaware of the idea that he could possibly be some kind of predator or otherwise unsavoury figure. He was a bit naive to the ways of the world.
"It's made from the cocoa beans of an island far across the ocean. I've never actually gotten the name of it, come to think of it, but there were only a few beans left, so I used them to perfect my hot chocolate! It's made to warm you up even on the chillest of evenings." Reaching into his hat, Wonka pulled out another mug and set it atop his suitcase beside his own, already beginning to pour the stranger a cup.
"There's plenty for sharing, if you like. And if not, I'll have both cups myself." A shared grin.
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galahadsboy · 6 months
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Muse: Rokk
Plot: Rokk doesn't understand how laundry works
Open to: Men, other heroes, friends, civilians, roomate
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"I think this jacket may be the only thing that I have that's clean and I don't know where replace the clothes with clean ones" he said lying on his bed in only a grey hoodie unzipped to show off his nude body.
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Open Thread
Open to everyone - M/F
Relationship type - Friend, lover, spouse, colleague, ex partner.
Plot type - Drama, angst, smut with plot
Approved Kinks- Roleplay, objectication, breath play, knife play, BDSM, exhibitionism, scene play, dom and sub, sadism and machoism, edge play, CBT, impact play, rope bandage, fisting, pegging, orgasm control, dirty talk, nipple play, gags, praise kink, electrostimulation, whipping, wax play.
Plot - Luca has been secretly diagnosed with stomach cancer and he's decided that he's leaving SWAT and leaving LA, but he doesn't intend on telling anyone who is in his life. Convince him to stay and give him some hope because he may or may not get the treatment to fight it.
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Luca removed his bag from his locker and discreetly began removing the contents of his locker piece by piece so no one would notice, sighing softly as he jammed a few pictures into one of the pockets before zipping up the pocket. In a few weeks he would be gone and no one would know where he would end up because truthfully, he didn't know where he would end up. And since he was off the next day, he was planning on going home and getting shit faced drunk. Do drunk that he wouldn't be able to walk, talk or even think.
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lungsandlips · 2 months
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who: kade conroy. major idiot. open to: m/f/nb what: a night out turned sour but kade's attention seeking ass loved it - until your muse (significant other, best friend, assistant, whatever) picked him up from the police station and took him home.
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The internet was ablaze with Kade's latest string of shenanigans. It had started simple enough, like these things always did. He'd just gone out for a few drinks. Maybe a few too many. Of course Kade always knew where the cameras were going to be, loved the way the attention made him feel. And, oh, he'd been hungry for it lately. At first he'd just been loud, obnoxious, the life of the party. Then, at some point and without warning, he was on the ground throwing punches and taking them in turn. He didn't know who separated them or how long the altercation had lasted. All that mattered was that he was absolutely buzzing. Could barely sit still in the holding cell, eager to be let out. Neither party wanted to cooperate, press charges and neither did the club (Kade brought them too much attention, he knew where he stood). Always so lucky he'd probably scrape by with no legal issues. It was public opinion that would be his problem. None of that mattered right now though, Kade too busy hanging his head as the desire for attention faded and the shame set in.
"You gonna give me the same old speech now or is it the silent treatment this time?"
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dreamsjpeg · 23 days
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Battle Cancelled (Open to anyone)
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Hex Manic, a fanatic in all thing magic and evil. She had come across you. You were a perfect subject for her newly caught Pokemon. She sent out her Gengar and engaged battle but after a few rounds she infused a spell with him. The poor girl had casted it wrong and onto herself. She suddenly went to the ground on her knees as she looked up at you, her cheeks were red and her hardened nipples were obvious in her dress. She was toying with the edge
(Mind break rp go crazy with her)
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cursedvessels · 4 months
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open to anyone!! plot: your muse is a reporter/journalist/newsperson or someone pretending to be in that kind of position, trying to get information be it for a light-hearted ad in the paper or to find out something more sinister or the secrets of this seemingly supernatural circus. Luna agreed to an interview without hesitation & now you’ve got all of her attention as well as some privacy.
“I’m so glad you caught me like this. It’s very rare I ever have a block of free time.” How they knew she was off for the afternoon was beyond Luna. Usually she kept herself well hidden beneath the hustle and bustle of the busy circus, careful not to catch eyes of anyone who might recognize her. Of course, the how was little concern to her. She was just happy to get the attention.
“So what’s this all about, then? Who’re you working for?”
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exquisitexagony · 3 months
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open to all! relationship: friends, close friends, temporary housemates, co-workers, etc
"No, I"m not high right now." His voice was low, muffled, and he couldn't make eye contact with the other. He pressed his lips together a moment and then sighed, frowning down at his shaky hands.
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"Why are you even asking me that? You know I quit a month ago..." Had he, though? He had tried, sure. Promised he would, but...It had been hard and painful and the other just didn't understand.
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" With a smile like that, I can't help but want to know your secret! What's got you so cheery today? "
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anunkindncss · 11 months
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Bas didn't do creepy. He hardly did what his abilities could make him do but this. This house was filled of no-good, absolutely 100% horrifyingly creepy energy. And of course, they wanted to check it out. The medium stood firm in his ground though. "You want to go in there.... Why? Deathwish? Open invitation to evil? Please, enlighten me." He muttered as he watched the other toy with the gate. "I can tell you right now anything in there doesn't want visitors."
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angelsdvsts · 4 months
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♡ open to f/m/nb ! ♡ muse: zach derman, mid-twenties ♡ plot: zach is a professional football player, after the team win they go out to celebrate where he bumps into your muse who is wearing the rival teams jersey !
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another exciting win, blood was pumped as the team enters the bar in celebration. eyes scans the room before they land upon the other, who practically stuck out like a sore thumb. strolling up to the bar to order rounds of drinks he couldn't help, but make conversation. "nice jersey," he comments, shit-eating grin plasters across his lips.
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monstersxxorxxmen · 6 months
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OPEN TO M/F/NB  WANTED CONNECTION: EITHER THE GHOST OR THE PERSON HE’S GIVING THE MESSAGE TO.
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Usually Elliot didn’t try to help spirits move on, not anymore. The spirits didn’t have to suffer the damn consequences of going up to a possibly grieving person and delivering them a message or whatever it may be. But this ghost had been pestering him, Elliot hadn’t had a moment of peace in weeks and as annoyed as he was he was also sympathetic to the spirits plight.
Which is why he found himself standing around like a creep outside somewhere the spirit said the person the frequented often because he refused to look like a stalker and go to their home. He saw the person he needed to speak to “Remember I do this you leave me alone,” he muttered as he walked up to the person in question “Excuse me! Can I talk to you for a minute?”
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