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soarsthroughthesky · 2 years
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No way.
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“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have a crush on Thor. He’s just really muscley and nice to look at that’s all.” Peter scoffed in deep denial.
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kingofthecon · 2 years
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SCREW IT! ASKS ARE OPEN UNTIL 5/27/2022! Here are your choices! Crime Lord Stan: Stanley is a mob boss taking over after his dad died under mysterious circumstances. Kh ghvhuyhg lw!
Secret Genius Stan: Stanford isn't the only genius in the family. Stanley just doesn't put forth the effort to show it and chooses to coax on by. Vwdqirug'v vpduwv lv zkdw pdnh klp ihho qrupdo. L zrq'w wdnh wkdw iurp klp.
Demon Stan: Stanley joins Bill because when the world and your family beat you up, it's time to start figuring out how to get the skills to suitably fight back. Hyhubwklqj L gr, L gr iru wklv idplob.
Smol Stan: Kid Stan/Relativity Falls Stan. L dp d wlqb whuuru dqg brx fdqqrw vwrs ph!
Ghost Stan: Someone died on their way to help their twin. Iuhhclqj vxfnv.
Supernatural Stan: Pa's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days. Vdylqj shrsoh dqg kxqwlqj wklqjv.
Possessed Stan: Bill's a demon of pure energy. Energy cannot be destroyed. He still exists maybe he'll make the occasional appearance? Brxu uhdolwb lv qrwklqj pruh wkdq d eolvvixo looxvlrq.
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fantasycorrupted · 8 months
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"I know works of art ought to not be touched," Michael joked, landing in front of the other with his pale, greyish wings spread, "yet soon a horde of destructive fallen angels will pass through here, and they will tear to shreds anyone and anything in their path. You can either try to run and see how far that will take you - not far, I assure you, I've tried this - or you can trust I won't hurt you, and come with me."
He stretched out his hand, offering it to the other to hold onto if they chose to join him. "This chaotic spree will only last a few hours, I hope. And believe me, it isn't like anything you have seen. Many thought they had been prepared when the first strike happened years ago, yet plenty of those people lost their lives or got gravely hurt afterwards, and they were wheeled in my hospital horizontally."
Of course, the choice is theirs to make. They can pull away and tell him to go to hell. And while that wouldn't be exactly unexpected, it would be unpleasant. He's an angel - but Michael has already seen hell, right in the face, too...
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luriddaze · 5 months
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OPEN: f 21+
PLOT: their families hate each other, but they are falling in love. they meet in random hotels out of town away from prying eyes.
MUSE: reid hendrix, 24-28, he/him, heterosexual, future ceo of hendrix hotels.
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"well, look who it is." the man gushed sweetly as he gently tugged them into the luxurious penthouse suite, a bright grin on his face. never before had reid been so smitten with someone, but he quickly found his thoughts consumed by the other. "i was actually beginning to worry you wouldn't show up and i'd have to enjoy the hot tub and bed all by myself tonight." he added with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows.
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hero2222-nsfw · 4 months
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Open Starter-Captured Gift
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Aether was being a bit troublesome, stealing from the nearby shop, although she wasn't aware of her surroundings. Once she was caught, the shop owner had an idea for Aether's punishment.
Soon enough, Aether was captured and bound underneath your Christmas tree. She would struggle and move as she saw your muse. It had appeared the owner had a very nice present for you. All your muse had to do...was break her in.
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radioiaci · 9 days
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With bitter energy emanating from his person, Alastor creeps along the corridors of the hotel sometime past the witching hour. It's early morning, for all intents and purposes, but still far too early for anyone - save for him, he's sure - to be up and about.
But he is without a desire to sleep. Not today.
Today, he festers somewhere in the hind part of his brain; where his memories remain under lock and key - where nostalgia threatens to wrench him to his knees. There is anger; there is sadness. And he knows not what to do with either.
White noise is all that he gives off as he drifts from hall to hall; floor to floor. It's quiet; almost inaudible.
But it's enough for the disquiet in his core to express his disdain.
If only he could forget.
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persephonyed · 1 month
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hiiiii cuties and happy friday! woohoo !! ♡
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okay, it's that time again where i caught up on all of my drafts, and i'm finally allowing myself to get some new threads going. below the cut are muses that i really, really want to write with lately ( as well as a couple test muses ) + little descriptions of each of them. give this post a like if you're interested in writing / plotting / etc. with any of them and i'll come to you! you can even just treat this as a like for a starter even if u wanna. i'm really excited to write some new things and potentially find some new people to write with. ☺️
*** if u like the post, when i message u, i can and will ramble on and on about character descriptions and what everyone is like. i just didn't want to put it here because the post is already so long!
arden henderson — olivia cooke fc. late 20s, bisexual, forensic criminologist.
blair bennett — katie douglas fc. early 20s, bisexual, university student.
camille st. clair — jessica alexander fc. early 20s, bisexual, aspiring actress.
cora devlin — daisy edgar jones fc. mid 20s, bisexual, hair stylist.
darby davies — hailee steinfeld fc. mid 20s, lesbian, film & tv actress.
erin nichols — jessica chastain fc. mid 40s, bisexual, housewife.
eve lawson — willa fitzgerald fc. early 30s, bisexual, historian.
jillian "jill" walsh — alva bratt fc. mid 20s, bisexual, freelance photographer.
laia aguilar — fiona palomo fc. early 20s, bisexual, university student.
malia dixon — greta onieogou fc. early 30s, bisexual, indie film director.
margot jensen — sydney sweeney fc. mid 20s, bisexual, diner waitress and cult escapee / survivor.
maude morgan — ella purnell fc. mid 20s, bisexual, unemployed rich girl and secret drug dealer.
nora giuliani — victoria pedretti fc. late 20s, lesbian, true crime journalist and podcaster.
preston fox — rudy pankow fc. mid 20s, bisexual, university student, fraternity president, and lead singer / guitarist of his band.
palmer mckenzie — erana james fc. mid 20s, lesbian, professional athlete.
piper novak — samara weaving fc. early 30s, pansexual, coffee shop owner.
ramona "romy" park — adeline rudolph fc. late 20s, bisexual, professional concert photographer.
ruby brodsky — gideon adlon fc. late 20s, bisexual, arts grad student.
siena norwood — florence pugh fc. late 20s but is really centuries old, bisexual, vampire.
( the ones below this are all test muses ! )
bellamy caldeira — alba baptista fc. mid 20s, bisexual, will take any job that pays the bills.
katia garcia — camila mendes fc. late 20s, bisexual, competitive cheerleading coach.
penelope "penny" sosa — camila morrone fc. mid 20s, bisexual, team usa professional soccer player and secret onlyfans / cam girl.
valeria "val" quintero — rachel zegler fc. early 20s, bisexual, musical theatre university student.
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asc-rp · 4 months
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Open Starter-Mistletoe
Malach was spending his time at a Christmas party, his family thinking it would be a nice way to meet new people. As he walked around the mansion, he didn't notice all the details for where he decided to stand. Right about him was some mistletoe, ready to be caught with someone else.
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vero-niche · 2 months
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Your posts have put a very silly idea in my head and now I have to show it to you. Sorry (not)
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never apologize for being this funny. his county now
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heartxshaped-bruises · 9 months
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@indiestarter OPEN TO. f // 21+ ( mutuals && non-mutuals ) MUSE. Emry Lillis (aspiring musician delivery driver) RELATION. our muses have met frequently at the last parties or hangouts with a larger friend group and my boy took an obvious liking on yours. he's not sure if she's not into him or just playing hard to get, but he's taking his chances xD
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                                               ✧・゚  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.
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      ❛❛Ya know... your mouth may say FUCK OFF, but your eyes say damn, that was kinda hot.❜❜ Emry leant with his elbows on the patio bannister and shone down a smirk at the other in the garden. Maybe he was a a bit too confident here, but he wasn’t a complete moron . Even a blind guy would've noticed that her eyes were glued to his little musical performance inside, just 10 minutes ago.
      Emry wasn’t a subtle kind of guy. He never saw a reason to pretend he was doing something else when he tried to get her attention. PULLING OUT A GUITAR to show off, usually that's what got ya the girl. Well, it did something to her. If that was good or bad he'd find out soon, but right now he couldn’t stop thinking that she was hella cute when she was embarrassed.
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bcrntortured · 10 months
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open to anyone
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"Alright, cut the crap," dean had grabbed the other by the arm and pulled them into the hall outside the morgue. "I know you're not a FBI agent, asking questions like that." His voice drops above a whisper, a tone there that barely gave away how pissed he was for another hunter to step in on his case. "You're a hunter, aren't you?"
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erosisms · 4 months
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open starter
plot: renji forgot to lock the door when showering late a night, and someone opened the door thinking no one was in there.
possible connections: best-friends s/o, brothers s/o, father's s/o, step-sibling (open to m/f/nb )
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"what? is your boyfriend's dick too small to satisfy you or something sweetheart? you can't seem to take your eyes off mine." kenji flirted as he stepped out of the shower, naked as the day he was born, his large cock hanging between his legs proudly. this all could've been avoided if he had just remembered to lock the door before he'd gone in, especially considering it was late enough at night no one should've been up and showering anyway; he was sure they were just as surprised as he was in that moment. "if you think it's big now, you should see it hard."
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apalestar · 5 months
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Meme Inbox Call
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I have been mostly absent on the dash for a few days. I try to terrorize inboxes when I see them. But I know I miss people.
Like this for a meme to be sent to you.
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sttoru · 2 months
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im super inactive woops
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hero2222-nsfw · 1 month
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Open Starter: Scientific Argument
In the echoing halls of the prestigious Academy, amidst the whispers of ambition and the shadows of competition, Chisk's disbelief was palpable. Years of relentless dedication, countless nights spent under the cold gleam of a study lamp, and for what? A glaring 98% on the final, monumentally important assessment. The reason? A frustratingly vague critique about "lack of detail." It was ludicrous, a slap in the face of his unwavering commitment.
Across the room, your character stood, the embodiment of perfection with a scorecard boasting a pristine 100%. It wasn't just the grade that set them apart; it was the aura of mystery, the whispers of secret knowledge or hidden talents. Chisk's mind raced with suspicions and unanswered questions. There had to be more to their success, a secret, perhaps, that could explain the impossible.
As the last of their peers trickled out of the room, leaving behind the lingering scent of ambition and rivalry, Chisk seized the moment. Approaching your character with a mix of resentment and desperate curiosity, his eyes narrowed, a storm brewing within them.
"What's your secret?" Chisk demanded, more than asked, voice laced with the weight of his dedication and the sting of his recent disappointment. "How did you achieve the perfect grade?"
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vocesincaput · 6 months
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OPEN STARTER: Frenchie
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With everyone back together again, the crew had gotten a British Naval ship in it's sights and decided to raid it for supplies. Wanting to get back into the swing of things and gel again as a full crew.
They were surveying the deck from the Revenge, readying to board when the ships servants came on deck, making them hesitate for a moment. When one of the servants turned around, a chill ran through Frenchie and he froze on the spot.
It had been years, but... he still remembered that face. He would always remember that face.
His mother...
He felt as if every ounce of breath had left his body. His mother was right there. After all these years... she was there. Frenchie tried to will himself to say something, to tell someone who she was and that they needed to get to her. But he was so in shock that he couldn't move.
The shock turned into horror only a moment later when the Captain of the ship turned to the group of servants and even from the Revenge it could be seen how he was admonishing them. Yelling something that was lost on the wind until suddenly raised his gun and fired it at his mother. Killing her instantly.
Frenchie cried out but it was drowned out by the rest of the crew yelling and springing into action. It didn't take long before the crew of the ship were either killed or taken captive for ransom. Frenchie had gone numb whilst everything happened, barely anything registering with him. Commands not reaching his ears.
Whilst the rest of the crew were taking the captives and any supplies back over to the Revenge, Frenchie made sure that all of the servants got onto one of the small boats the Naval ship used to go to shore with enough supplies to last them and a little more. He had wrapped up his mothers body and the servants promised to make sure she would get a proper burial before he sent them on their way.
Returning to the ship, Frenchie hadn't said a word the entire time and, whilst everyone else was going over everything and celebrating, he went below deck. Face expressionless and not hearing any words that made have been said after him.
He found a quiet spot that he knew no one ever really went to and sat down upon the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest and curling his arms around them. Eyes closed tight as Frenchie tried to will what had just happened into the little box he kept within his mind for all the bad things he had seen. But no matter how hard he tried, the box just wouldn't close. Tears began to form in the corners of his eyes the harder and harder he tried to force it closed. But it was too much and he could almost see the cracks beginning to form.
Frenchie was so lost within his mind that he didn't hear someone approaching.
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