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i'm 30 and will not interact with anyone under 18, preferably 21+. racists, transphobes, other nasty pieces of human garbage dni.

i write a good number of ocs as well as a few canons ( fandoms listed below ). each muse has their preferences but i am open to all kinds of ships ( mxf, fxf, mxm, as well as nb and trans characters ), as well as to nsfw content, although i prefer to have some plot associated with it. i especially love plots and verses where i can play multiple characters and world build with my partners

genres that i love are yellowjackets inspired plots, horror/gothic horror, crime/mafia/heist plots, supernatural plots, dark academia, & mystery/spy plots.

canons that i write:

dc comics

scooby doo

greek mythology

if we were villains ( james farrow )

𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒆

nine fine arts undergraduate students lived in westwood house at radcliffe university, until one of their classmates died in front of them. none of them attempted to help him and now, just days after returning to school from the funeral, their friend group is beginning to fracture, rattled both by guilt and by the appearance of letters individually written threatening to expose their personal secrets to the group. everyone in westwood house is looking to keep their own secrets, while also sharing the biggest one together.

closed starter for: @enchaxxted​ 

a year was a very long time, but it felt like no time at all had passed as grace opened her eyes and looked around the bedroom her grandfather kept for her, a smile spreading across her face. she’d gotten into town in the early hours of the morning, falling asleep in the passenger seat of the truck her grandfather had come to pick her up in and waking up just enough to slip into the house with her eyes half closed before falling into bed. this was her first proper day here and she was determined to make the most of it. she’d had the best summer last year; it had done exactly what it needed to for her, but eventually commitments back home had called and she’d had no choice but to go home - even if a part of her (a huge part) had wanted to stay. jackson levine had given her so much more than she thought he even knew and leaving had been almost painful; hugs goodbye had been tearful, grace wanting to make so many promises she knew she couldn’t keep and she hadn’t even known when she’d be back. but a break in filming and a lapse in other projects meant she had time, although she didn’t know how much and going back had been the first thing on her list. of course, she had no idea what was going on in his life now - they’d tried to keep in touch, but life was so busy and she felt as though she had no clue anymore. for all she knew, he hadn’t thought of her once since she’d gotten on the plane. but she’d thought of him - a lot. she swung her legs out of bed and pulled on a sweater over her pajamas, heading downstairs for a much needed cup of coffee… when she saw him. the last person she expected to see in her kitchen early in the morning, even though when she thought about it properly it was exactly what she should’ve expected. a huge smile spread across grace’s face. “hello, you.” she beamed, eyes wide. “good morning.”

closed starter for: @enchaxxted​

the past few months had been… well, about as strange as james could’ve ever imagined them turning out. it had been a blur of he and thea; finding out how they fit together as two people dating, figuring out how to balance it alongside work, how to keep it from their coworkers until they knew for sure what was going on… and right when it had seemed as though everything was perfect, it had fallen apart. people had found out, gotten involved and as much as james had wanted to cling on for dear life, they’d let go because of the risk it posed. to their jobs, to their friendship… they’d been adults about it. a decision that james had been regretting since they’d made it. it was torture, working at the desk opposite her and having to pretend as though he wasn’t still hopelessly in love and even though they’d ended things because they didn’t want their friendship to be ruined, nothing really felt the same anymore. james had lost his spark and with that, his enjoyment for the job. a couple of weeks ago, he’d put in his notice and asked his boss to let him tell people in his own time; he promised himself every day that he was going to tell thea before it was too late… and had gotten scared and backed out. he sighed and turned off his computer, looking up from the screen to find that it was just the two of them left in the office. in the old days, just weeks ago, they’d have taken the opportunity to play one of their extensive pranks; wrapping somebody’s computer up in christmas paper or whatnot, but james had no idea how that suggestion would go down now. in fact, he thought this was probably the perfect opportunity to tell her what he’d been keeping from her. he cleared his throat, looking over to her desk. “thea?” he asked quietly, running a hand through his hair. “can i uh - can we have a word, before you go home?”