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i wonāt lie... i ALMOST forgot about this blog >< school has started so yaāll know what that means~
junkfathersā:
open: anyone ( 27-37 for romantic ) muse: adrian / thirty-two plot: adrian is a self-proclaimed vigilante ( hunter for spn muses ) seeking information from your muse in a public setting, eg. club, bar, pub, anywhere with liquor. ( if your muse is a criminal, itās possible that adrian is trying to huntĀ your muse !! )
dark fabrics tend to keep adrian muted enough to disappear in public crowds. that alongside the waning sobriety of the establishmentās clientele, he moves with relative ease ā sidles rather intrusively across an intended face. a small, practiced smile sits on his features. āspare me a moment of your time?ā
danica was for sure that she chose the most secluded booth in the club where she could surreptitiously watch and listen to the various bodies that floated in and out of the place without being interrupted. if she were being honest, it was truly so that she could be a hypocrite and smoke in peace in her own club despite the strict no smoking rule. it had only been a moment when she took a sip from her chilled whiskey that her solitude was broken by the approaching male. glass still in hand, the vampiress silently took in the appearance before responding. āsorry, doll, iām not interested.ā
petalspickedā:
ź° ā” ź± šØš©šš§ š¬ššš«ššš« .
Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ why would you do something like that ?Ā ā
muse : zaire abraxas . mid 30s . real estate agent . bisexual , switch - submissive leaning.
open to : anyone .
beta editor friendly ! let me know in the tags if youāre using it !
ābecause iām tired, zaire. iām tired of waiting around for you to be ready to make a choice about if you really want this or not. sorry if i got a little impatient...ā
bittersageā:
⢠    ____     featuring     ,     open   to   f     .
PLEASE Ā DONāT Ā LIKE Ā MY Ā STARTERS.
ļ¼Ā Ā i Ā canāt Ā keep Ā doing Ā this Ā shit Ā with Ā you, Ā itās Ā either Ā youāre Ā IN Ā or Ā your Ā OUT. Ā make Ā up Ā your Ā goddamn Ā mind Ā would Ā you Ā ?Ā Ā ļ¼
āoh please, donāt whine, it doesnāt suit you. besides, wasnāt this wholeĀ āno strings attachedā thing your idea? if anything iām following your lead...ā

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futurefmā:
he knows sheās just being glib; he responds anyway.Ā āit doesnātĀ make me feel better, actually. when you hire my services, you agree to my terms. when you breakĀ my terms, i donāt deliver. donāt bother transferring the rest of the payment to me.āĀ the thumb drive, tucked away in an inner pocket resting close to his heart, suddenly feels way heavier than it is, now that he knows what he did to get the information.
sometimes cassian really hates this profession. sure, heās righteous to a fault, but there are things he doesnāt mess with. to throw away oneās dignity and morals for the sake of money⦠he wonāt get tangled up in that. he stands up, still glaring at jasmine.Ā āyouāre right about one thing. we have nothing more to talk about. if you ever contact me again, iāll hand your name and the thumb drive to the police. consider this my insurance.ā
āoh but you did deliver. something tells me if you hadnāt, you wouldnāt be here on your moral high horse pointing fingers at me.ā she had to hand it to him; if it were jasmine, sheād hand over everything she had and get the hell out of dodge but clearly, cassian was different. the kind of different that made the womanās stomach turn. brows raised in surprise when he mentioned going to the cops, bold move. āyou threaten me with cops knowing now what iām paying you for? youāve got balls, iāll give you that,ā she was mildly amused at his supposed courage before the expression fell completely.Ā
ābut iām not beneath cutting them off and serving them up as a pair of dice.ā she warned. he wasnāt the first to seemingly momentarily forget that she was a killer, and jasmine was for sure he wouldnāt be the last. āso you can either give me what i want and we can both put all this name-calling behind us, or...ā the woman shrugged, leaving the ultimatum up to his own interpretation.Ā
lullcbiesā:
open: all muse: jordan narine. 30-38. raymond ablack. retail real estate executive. connection: can be assumed
ā so why no boyfriend tonight?ā
ādear lord you sound like my parents. get a least a few drinks in me before you ask me that, mom. but if you must know, he was never my boyfriend, more like a, flavor...āĀ
traumvzineā:
openĀ to :Ā mĀ /Ā fĀ /Ā nb (Ā 35 + ) ā any connection. plot :Ā inĀ source. (Ā testĀ )Ā muse :Ā marlenaĀ pierce.Ā pansexual.Ā she/they.Ā * plsĀ doĀ notĀ likeĀ myĀ starterĀ /Ā readĀ rulesĀ beforeĀ interacting. ** legacyĀ editorĀ used.Ā
āĀ youĀ knowĀ thatĀ youāreĀ aĀ guestĀ inĀ myĀ houseĀ right?āĀ marlenaĀ questioned,Ā chuckling.Ā Ā āĀ butĀ sure,Ā waltzĀ intoĀ theĀ kitchenĀ andĀ startĀ rummagingĀ throughĀ myĀ fridge.āĀ Ā
"well in my defense, it's kind of hard to have cranberry vodka without cranberry juice i mean, it's literally right there in the name." carmen didnāt let the comment faze him as he continued his search for the drink in question. "if you're trying to get me out of your fridge because you want straight vodka then just say that." he teased.Ā
lcseyourselfā:
Open: Females 30+
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā to be fair itās not my fault your sister walked in on me naked ,Ā all she had to do was knock on the door first.Ā Ā āĀ Ā
ātrue... but my sister is also a creature of habit who hasnāt knocked on a door since she passed the bar so, looks like youāre gonna have to be somewhat... decent when youāre here. next time weāll have to remember to put a sock on the doorknob.ā
futurefmā:
o p e nĀ s t a r t e r
muse: hex zhdanov, an assassin/mercenary for hire
open to: f/m/nb
plot: your muse tracked hex to a club, and is trying to hire them for a job.
they canāt help their smile, itās always so deliciousĀ when their clients are desperate. makes them more willing to pay hexās starting price, which for someone as accomplished as they are, is fairly steep to begin with.
but they have a reputation to uphold, and so they look away, feigning apathy.Ā āso what is it you need?ā their eyes flick up to their prospective clientās face, assessing them.Ā āyou must want it badly if you managed to find me here. get you a drink, calm your nerves?ā
āwell my boss is on a tight schedule so it's either get him what he wants in a timely manner or deal with him biting my head off about it which i have yet to find out if that'll be figuratively or literally.ā why selimās boss decided to outsource at the very last minute was a mystery even to selim despite him being the guyāsĀ āright hand manā. but, the only reason why selim got as far as he has, was because he didnāt ask too many questions and he could only hope that the other would follow suit, for now. āfor now weāll just settle for a meeting, canāt really go around talking about our super secret club stuff in public now can we?ā

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futurefmā:
o p e nĀ s t a r t e r
muse: cassian hazra, a hacker for hire
open to: f/m/nb
plot: your muse hired cassian, but lied to him about the system he was hacking. after completing the job, he confronts them.
āyou lied to me.ā heās holding himself back, trying not to cause a scene, but god is he angry, and itās taking everything he can not to throw something at the clientās face. he prefers to meet in public spaces to protect himself, but right now he wishes there wasnāt the cover of the public eye to protect them.
and whatās worse, he had wholeheartedly believed them. cassianās always listened to his morals, as flimsy as moral codes can be in his line of work, always standing up for people who need his help against big bad corporations, but this is inexcusable. to think that he had truly believed he was doing some good by taking on this job⦠but it was too late to undo it. "explain yourself.ā he deserves to know that much.
the brunette feigned remorse. āoh no, iāve upset you, how will i ever sleep at night?ā jasmine assumed that her tricks would come back to bite her in the ass sooner or later but, she didnāt expect it to happen quite soon. unfortunately, she wasnāt one to apologize (often) so truly the only thing she could do for him was, be honest, finally. āwell, if it makes you feel any better, I lie to pretty much everybody.ā she said. she had hoped once the hacker did the job she paid him for, he would move on and not ask any more questions but, the confrontation that was quickly becoming an annoyance served as a lesson for jasmine to never work with the righteous again. the woman frowned at his demand. āfor what? you got your cut, as far as iām concerned we have absolutely nothing more to talk about. save your feelings for your therapist. out here, that shit can get you killed.ā
mcturethemesā:
āoh honey its not quite time for me to show you all about my mommy issues quite yet.ā
ādamn. thatās too bad, mommy issues are my bread and butter. ... does that mean we canāt swap childhood trauma stories over frappuccinos and gossip about boys?ā
eternclskyā:
OPEN STARTER .
open to: anyone !
muse: johnny contreras, 33 , art teacher
plot: Johnny and your muse were set up to go on a date by a mutual friend who was totally oblivious to the fact he and your muse dated before. That relationship never worked out though many things were left unsaid. Itās possible they still love each other despite taking different paths. Very angsty, smutty reunion.
connection(s): ex lovers
ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ššššš ššš šš šš š ššššš šššš had been a hard rule of Johnnyās for a long time, he never liked it. His friend had spoken about someone he knew that could possibly be a perfect match for the art teacher. After many attempts of convincing him to give this person a chance, Johnny agreed in the end ā reserving a table for two at a nice restaurant in the city, waiting patiently for this person to arrive ; johnny wasnāt into wearing suits unless it was a special occasion, his attire was casual for a date. In the mean time though, he was texting his friend the entire time as he waited, itās been a few minutes until he heard a familiar tone making Johnny look away from his phone to his so called date, an old flame from the past. It was just his terrible luck.
āOh, itās you.ā his lips formed a thin line.
āI was expecting someone different but now that weāre here. Letās make the most out of this dinner tonight.ā
desiree had done her very best to avoid being roped up into blind dating but, thanks to a favor needing to be repaid, the woman found herself at the swanky restaurant in search for her mystery date. Much to her shock and displeasure, she was directed to the one person she had swore she never wanted to see again sitting at a table waiting for her and judging by his reaction to her arrival, he was just as [unsuspecting] as she was. not one to make a scene, desiree made her way over to her ādateā with a thin (and forced) smile. ādonāt bother holding your breath on that, iām expecting this to be a short night.ā or a long one depending on the state of desireeās mood for the next few minutes. once she had a seat, she crossed arms over her chest as she slightly slid down in her chair. āhope I didnāt keep you waiting long; had I known it was you, I wouldāve stayed home, especially since you couldnāt be bothered to dress up for me...ā
traumvzineā:
knowingĀ whatĀ herĀ husbandĀ didĀ forĀ livingĀ wasĀ somethingĀ emeryĀ hadĀ gottenĀ overĀ butĀ itĀ didnātĀ meanĀ sheĀ wasnātĀ worriedĀ aboutĀ himĀ whenĀ heĀ wasĀ outĀ doingĀ whatĀ heĀ neededĀ toĀ do.Ā hearingĀ hisĀ voiceĀ almostĀ startledĀ her.Ā Ā āĀ itāsĀ hardĀ toĀ sleepĀ whenĀ imĀ worryingĀ aboutĀ you.āĀ sheĀ said.Ā Ā āĀ andĀ sinceĀ youĀ comeĀ homeĀ aroundĀ thisĀ time, iĀ thoughtĀ youĀ wouldĀ needĀ this.āĀ sheĀ motionedĀ overĀ toĀ theĀ painĀ medsĀ andĀ aĀ waterĀ bottleĀ thenĀ handedĀ himĀ anĀ iceĀ pack.Ā sheĀ gaveĀ himĀ aĀ smallĀ smile.Ā āĀ tellĀ meĀ imĀ notĀ theĀ bestĀ wifeĀ ever.āĀ
āwell we both know thatās just not true. thank you, sweetheart.ā selim placed a grateful kiss to her forehead as he took the ice pack before placing it on the back of his neck, sighing in relief. while selim had to admit that it was nice to have someone to come home to, he wasnāt always too happy that she waited up for him as late as she did which was a common debate between the two that resulted a loss in selimās favor. the male grabbed the bottle of water as he gave the pills a once over. āiāll have to skip the meds for tonight though,ā he chose his next words carefully. āthereās something that needs to get done first thing in the morning so iāll just catch a few hours of sleep in the meantime.ā he took a seat next to emery with a soft groan, not noticing how long he had been standing that night. āiāll be fine, promise.ā
driptapeā:
kimberly had gotten home only a few minutes ago . she assumed her husband was sleeping and didnāt want to wake him , so she changed out of her scrubs in the bathroom . it was far too late to be eating , but the woman hasnāt done so in hours and wouldāve woken up hangry if not . so after she poured herself a glass of wine and reheated some leftovers , she settled at the kitchen island . only to be startled by her own husband . ā fuckĀ ,Ā ā she whispered once she noticed it was him , holding her chest .Ā ā donāt do that again ! we needa get some type of alarm system , or a bell . and yea , i had to cover for someone so i just got in . i texted you , but ⦠ām guessing you had a rough night ?Ā ā the womanās eyes already scanning his physique to find where he was hurting .Ā ā we icing or stitches ? ā
selim could only chuckle at her reaction. ābells are annoying and alarm systems are an invite for hacks.ā properly greeting the woman, selim placed a few kisses on her temple and then her cheek. āsorry babe, next time iāll whistle.ā he teased. selim couldnāt help but to sigh at the mention of her text which he did read but, obvious circumstances prevented him from responding. unfortunately during his tussle earlier that night, his phone had been a causality with the screen cracked to all hell and the battery completely drained. āyeah, something like that.ā he mumbled, making a mental note to have a new phone sent to him first thing in the morning. the male moved to unbutton his shirt, holding in any sounds of discomfort, before setting the shirt on a chair at the island as he assessed the damage to his shoulder. āno stitches as far as i know but, i got it, donāt worry about it. sounds like youāve already done your fair share of taking care of people for the day.ā

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Hey, can yāall rb this if itās okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with yāall but I am terrified of being annoying lol
listening to ppl talk about rping on aol and how it sounds fun and i just wanna cry šššššš