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open to: w.

"Motherfucker," Madison mumbled, shaking her hand out as if that'd stop the dull buzzing that radiated through every nerve. "Just fantastic, thanks. Not like I needed the mobility for my job or anything." Despite the sarcasm, she realized that working with ceramics and clay was actually in her favor. Instant physio-therapy, which she hopefully wouldn't need, but still. "I'm just so fucking tired of men." She raised a brow once that came out, backtracking a bit moments later. "Well, not you...okay, sometimes you, but usually not. Mostly just loud-mouthed, asshole men. But like, fuck, if not me, someone else would've done it. I just beat them to the punch, literally. You got a bag of frozen peas or something?"

Open to: Males (if romantic) or Females Muse: Cass Connections: Anything! I'm just giving all my new babies starters

"It's not weird to you," Hayden said with a shake of his head, although that didn't deter him from his goal to refocus the attention on himself. If that meant playing her game, he'd do it. "Fine, if you're so determined to finish this precious book of yours, I'm joining in. Where we at?" He leaned in, head hovering over her shoulder so he could read along with her. "At least tell me this is a hot scene and not a boring girly bonding moment. I might fall asleep, Cass. You can't be a reader and like boring shit, too."

OPEN: Female, Male, Nonbinary. CONNECTION: Friend, romantic partner roommate, etc. PLOT: Esme is exhausted and is just looking for a night in to relax but everyone around her just seems to want to party. She hopes to convince your muse that her idea of fun is worth while. Where this goes is up to you.

"Yeah, you big dork," Jamie automatically replied, a chuckle following behind. "You should be at the club, or whatever the kids these days say." She paused upon the realization that isn't wasn't just Esme wanting to chill out and watch a movie, it was wanting to do that with her. "Well, I guess it all depends on your candy choices, cause if you're sitting there and inhaling chocolate covered raisins, that's freaky and not good freaky." She took a few strides before plopping herself at the foot of the bed. "If you happen to have Skittles, that's a good start."

muse: jackson warren. mid twenties. heterosexual. comic book nerd that works at a dying novelty store. not really all that good with people but sweeter than honey open to: f/nb connections: gimme nick and norah's infinite playlist type vibes please!!! except it's two strangers (maybe he's loved her from afar for a while but never talked to her) who end up spending the night together

"Sounds like something that a person with ulterior motives would say." Despite the comment, Brynn's smirk said how she really felt about the situation. The guy was cute, and if he was about to try anything dumb, she had a pretty wicked back-hand. She wasn't too worried, though. For whatever reason, she trusted him. She couldn't even explain why. It was just something there. "My knight in shining armor, huh? That's very sweet of you. I'd hope we're not in too murder-y of a city, but you never know." She spun on her feel, facing him with a raised brow. "I was thinking about going home, but now that you're here, how about we make it interesting?"

open starter for w/nb muses muse: joseph greene, 23, straight, he/him, owen teague fc

"Huh?" Cherry's brows crinkled together in confusion. She didn't see where they lived as a small town or anything. It was more a glorified suburb you stopped in on your way to the city. Still. "Oh. I mean, I guess you're right. Can't really become a prima ballerina in the middle of nowhere, now can I?" That'd always been her dream. She was told she danced before properly walking as a baby. It never really dawned upon her that that dream wasn't really something she could reach if she stayed. "Okay, let's say I do it. I pack my shit and go to New York or Philly or LA, wherever I end up...do you think you'd come with me? Cause all that travelling would be pretty boring without my best friend."

"I am quite the Einstein, aren't I?" Mary-Anne teased, offering a sympathetic pout as she considered the other woman's perspective. "I mean, I do understand what she sees in you. If no one's told you already, honey, you're kind of a catch. Sweet, gentlemanly, pretty easy on the eyes. Too bad we couldn't just clone you or something, but maybe she'd be interested in a cousin of yours instead." Her head automatically tilted back as his lips found her jawline, and she let out a chuckle. "You say that as if we don't already get hours of alone time together." Despite sounding as if she had resignations, there were none. The idea of being with just him in a pool was somehow much more exciting than mingling with random strangers. The drink flute in her hand was now vertical as she finished off the rest and placed the now empty glass on the counter behind her. "Lucky for you, I chose the cute undies set." Her hands pressed to his shirt, smoothing down the material before looking him in the eye. "Lead the way there?"

"Wow," Sara chortled, trying to play it off as if the current position they were in didn't affect her whatsoever. It was the complete opposite, her heart pounding a little quicker than she wanted. He didn't need to know that, though. He wouldn't know that. She was determined to keep her composure fully in tact. "Does this thing usually work for you?" she questioned, eyes not daring to leave his. She didn't really have a choice to look elsewhere, considering she was quite literally caught between him and a hard place, but still. "This whole 'ooh, hot, sexy tension' thing that you've worked up in your mind? I'm sure any other girl would be throwing themselves at you, but gentle reminder, Mike, that's not me." Sara was stubborn by nature. That's what had her attempting to ignite that so-called fire or snuff it out completely. Whatever was meant to happen would. "If I were you, I'd invest in a fire extinguisher."

open: f/femme 40+ (older muses and trans males get bonus points as always)

"Mrs Jameson again, huh?" Mary-Anne chuckled back, a grin glued to her lips before and after the kiss. "Do you think I should bake her something? I've been working on my lettering. Maybe seeing an 'I'm married' message spelled out across my famous red velvet cupcakes would get the point through her head." Considering the age gap, onlookers might've found the way they were tangled up together strange. Mary-Anne didn't care, though. For the first time in a really long time, she'd found someone that made her happy. Any hope she'd lost in men was restored the moment Miles showed up in her life. "Oh, did you, now?" she asked with a sip of her drink. Her brow raised in amusement, nodding a bit as she considered his idea. "Is this just a ploy for you to see what's underneath this dress, young man? Cause I might just take you up on it...only if it's a heated infinity pool, though."

Rose's eyes stayed a steady gaze on her as she listened to Summer. Of course it was a deflection, and to be fair maybe it was Rose who was digging up the past, who was not letting things be done and over with. She wasn't the most confrontational person. But the way Summer so clearly avoided it made a sharp bitter laugh slip past her lips. "Yeah okay," she said moving to look away. "You know this is just a typical response from you. And no I can't be cool, because I'm not cool, obviously not cool enough for you." She snapped knowing she was sounding absolutely childish, but also not having enough in her to care.

Summer's gaze remained fixed on her own intertwined hands, using her thumb to pick at her already chipped black nail polish. She was moments away from breathing a sigh of relief. That was quickly knocked out of the way, though, catching in her throat as Rose's words came and practically smacked her across the face. "Is that really what you think?" she asked as she finally looked up at her. At least, it was a blurry version of her. Despite her best efforts to keep them at bay, tears started to swim in her eyeline. "That I care that little about you, or that I'd be the kind of person to do that?" She pressed her lips together in hopes that it'd stop her bottom one from wobbling so much. "Wow. Nice. Thanks a lot."

Violeta raised an eyebrow once he mentioned attempting to find her apartment, her hand freezing midway to her mouth with another round of chips. "Wait, what do you mean? Isn't that not my apartment?" she dropped them back in the bag and squinted past him out the window. If her brain was firmly planted in her head, she likely would've realized that they weren't. Instead, she ended up maneuvering from the driver's seat and crawling over him to press her forehead against the passenger window and get a better look. She was met with the view of someone's house and definitely not her apartment complex. "Oh...shit, it's not." She turned to shoot him a look that slowly melted into a goofy laugh. "You're supposed to be my navigator! We would one hundred percent be eaten by a bear if this was the 1600s."