#writspell

@writspell said:  [ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—james and teddy didn’t hold back.  

 ✦     BY SOME HEINOUS MIRACLE, JAMES' ALARM CLOCK IS  untouched by the carnage and remains upright on the bedside table, tauntingly displaying  01:12AM  where teddy cannot ignore it.  the detritus of their over-enthusiasm marks a path from front door, to hallway, to bedroom; it spreads like a landslide with an agenda, leaving trousers and shirts and underwear in haphazard places, as well as a trail of knocked-down ornaments that likely cost more than teddy's monthly rent.

he soothes his embarrassment with one thing:  that if he's going to lose his boyfriend to a month long stint in milan, then it's fucking imperative that they don't waste time between now and when james' alarm is due to go off.  

so naturally, james' phone buzzes while they're preoccupied, and to his enormous dismay — james answers it.

i got 10 years on my resume

❤️: as mentioned, i started out rping on omegle. my SECOND favourite prompt i ever got was literally: natasha romanov.....but a mermaid . that was the whole prompt. magical mermaid natasha. it specified that it was ONLY open to clint/tony/loki. make of that what u will

@writspell said: [ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette.

IT HAS BEEN, truthfully put, a fucking night. teddy is both grateful and somewhat confused when james offers him a light (since when did yeung smoke?) — if nothing else, it curbed the meltdown he felt he was approaching, just as he realised he had left his lighter at home. he decides against playfully asking if james kept that on hand for him, because he is a businessman, and there would be no shortage of people in the high octane world of fashion who would do unspeakable things to smoke when the stress hit its peak.

he just hopes james doesn't notice the slight tremor in his hands. fucking lazarov. he'd seen pale yellow, like corn silk, flash from somewhere in the audience seating. it had nearly derailed the entire practice. he couldn't remember the last time yasha had crashed a rehearsal, but — last time, a corps dancer, kate, had returned from her break with a tiny set of pinpricks on the inside of her wrist that she couldn't explain, or remember. she'd fainted half way through her set.

teddy takes a long drag from his cigarette, his other hand coming up to nervously rub his neck. neither thing helped ease his anxiety.

@writspell / bi-yu said: i didn’t realize it was you when i first saw you. you were—shorter, then.

HE CAN'T PLACE THE face at all, which sends little bolts of panic up his spine. it's been that long since anyone from his childhood, bar quin, has come crawling back into his life — and an unfamiliar face is perhaps the more jarring side of the lost years. teddy's brows furrow, annoyed, defensive, and he takes a decisive step back.

"i don't know you," he states, though he is beginning to doubt. where had he seen this person? more worrying than the lack of a name was the fact something about the singular features rang familiar; the turn of the mouth, the eyebrows, the nose. something clangs in his mind and falls short of any discovery. "shorter when? you saying we met in school? i didn't go to school in this town."

casually sweet munday meme.

☀ what’s the best thing about roleplaying?

that it's not motivated by money or something capitalism can ruin lmao. it's the very primal human need to create beautiful things for the sake of beautiful things in such a pure form and that's rare to find nowadays.

☺  what tends to bring out your muse the most? what inspires you?

interesting setting or premise and the ability to write npcs into the story to make it feel more alive !! the world doesn't work that you're always moving from one 1x1 conversation to the next, so the more i can reflect this in rp the better!