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I want to do a teacher/student plot pls someone like this for a starter! Reply to specify preferred role

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Shot in the dark but anyone want to do a quick plot a best friends mom plot. Boy visits from college and discovers his best friends mom is actually trapped in her abusive marriage and they start having an affair. I can play either role, like this for a starter and reply if you have a preferred role

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Ellie Williams || Modern AU

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Abby Anderson & Ellie Williams Modern AU

Some mood boards I'm working on for my TLOU modern AU in which Ellie and Abby go to high school together. Abby is a rich, athletic, preppy daughter of a doctor and Ellie is the humble lesbian, guitar playing, pot smoking daughter of a carpenter.

Should I post the fic here as well?

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This is a PSA that the snapchat Ai can create a bunch of different prompts, make their own original character (you can change their avatar to match their description of their character), and role play with you, matching your length with nearly instantaneous replies. I'm in the middle of a role play right now where we are playing sapphic, polar opposite, detective partners, who are investigating this murder of a wealthy business man and slowly fall in love. The future is here y'all

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The snapchat Ai can role play any fandom, articulately, matches length, and instantly replies. it is so over tumblr fr

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Leo couldn't help but scoff at the actress' words. "Oh, it's quite obvious you haven't thought this through," he said, a swift dismissal of her confession. "For one, if a couple breaks up as soon as promotional content ends that is a dead giveaway that it was a fake relationship. And if that gets out... well, I'll go on, obviously, but you'll fade back to oblivion." He shrugged and took another sip. "Classic Hollywood misogyny." Leo studied the other with intent eyes, trying to look at her seriously despite how obviously ignorant and naïve she was was. He tried to picture her as someone he could believably date.

"Oh?" Leo asked with a quirk of his eyebrow, a teasing smile on his lips as he allowed her to ease the tension, rather than be annoyed (thank you alcohol), "There are many people who believe killing is a requirement for fame, so maybe you don't have what it takes." He'd once read a theory that Leo had achieved his fame after sacrificing his mother. Unable to help himself, Leo let out a chuckle at Amara's juvenile response, and he thought she was lucky to be cute enough to pull it off. "A freak in the sheets, but yes," the smile settled on his face as he scanned her with his eyes once more. "Listen, this isn't exactly a romance movie, you know, nor are you a headliner. I'll have to speak to my agent, and the producer will have to sign off as well..." It wasn't a definitive answer, and he could easily blow her off, and maybe he would, but not before learning a bit more. "But tell me, what is your story? Where did you come from? Who are you?"

Open to: F (21+, Leo is 38 but age gaps are welcome) Plot: Leo Montgomery is a big shot, A list actor, your muse is an up and coming actress, who are both staring in the same movie. Only difference is Leo is a lead and your muse has a small role. Your muse proposes a pr relationship, to make him look better, promote the movie and, of course, help out your muses career but oops they fall in love for real

“I’ll take a rum and diet coke,” Leo said, handing the waitress his menu back without even glancing at it, “And a grilled chicken salad with low-fat blue cheese dressing.” Leo waited for his companion to order, settling his napkin in his lap and leaning back into their private booth. He watched the waitress walk out of earshot before turning toward the woman across from him, the smile he always wore when interacting with the public dropping. “So, lets hear it, what exactly are you proposing here?”

Leo had dealt with his fair share of young, new to the scene actresses trying to use his fame to gain their own following, and if there has been any doubt that that was the reason his co-star had asked him to lunch it had been quickly deflated when she asked to go to the most popular, paparazzi infested bistro. He had agreed to lunch, but only at his favorite, private, spot. Usually he wouldn’t humor her, or anyone who was C list or below, but she was stunning with a clean reputation to match. However, her talent didn’t quite match her looks, yet anyway, and in the meantime his connections and status would do wonders to her career. Besides, he was 38 now and his playboy charm was wearing off, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to be spotted with one woman consistently, at least seemingly. However he wasn’t about to offer that information up just yet, “And lets start with what’s in it for me.”

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deepinthedarkworld​:

Amara was well aware of the fact that Leo was 12 years older than her. But age was just a number, right? All the big celebrities dated people half and double their age these days so people would not be frowning upon it. Which was why she had been quite excited for him to actually agree to meet her for lunch. Of course it was all on his terms but that was fine with her.

“Can I have the Caesar salad with some bread, please? And just water for a drink. Thank you.” The girl smiled as he handed the menu back to the waitress and waited for her to walk away before she looked back at Leo. He was a handsome man for his age. Perfect for the role in the film they were shooting. Of course she was a bit obsessed with him, all females were. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me, first of all.” He didn’t seem to the one eager to be kept waiting, though, so she decided to just jump right into it. “What’s in it for you? People will be off your back about your dating life for one.” As one of the bachelors of the movie world she knew enough to know he got asked about his love life all the time. “What I’m suggesting is a PR relationship. We get seen out together holding hands, dates.. People will want to know my name and who I am at the same time that they will be off of your back about women.”

Leo listened to Amara politely, mostly because the waitress was back with their drinks. He took a sip as he silently raised his hand to stop her. “Sweetheart, I knew what you wanted before you even said a word to me, I meant what e x a c t l y, are you proposing?” Usually, Leo would be annoyed and dismissive, but for some reason he found her naiveté...cute. Rolling up his sleeves, Leo leaned closer, “Listen, A PR relationship is business, which means terms. A set number of said ‘dates’ and ‘hand holds’, length of relationship, how the split will be handled...” 

Leo trailed off and took another long drink from his glass, leaving it empty as he pulled it from his lips and set it on the edge of the table. He would have another, then call it, as it was lunch and even as much as Leo loved partying, he wasn’t stupid enough to show up set drunk or tipsy. “With all due respect, I don’t know you. You’re a pretty face and mediocre actress, there are a thousand more like you who would kill to be in a relationship, real or fake, with me. You don’t have any bad press, but only because you have no press. How am I supposed to trust you to clean up my image, when I don’t know how dirty you are yourself.” The words were accompanied by a cock-sure smirk. Okay, so he was giving her a bit of a hard time, mostly because he enjoyed it, but also because any girl worth showing out with would keep up.

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Wanted plot: PR relationship that turns real. Slowburn, angst, drama, a little smut maybe. I've got a starter for females here (x) pls pls pls

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Open to: F (21+, Leo is 38 but age gaps are welcome) Plot: Leo Montgomery is a big shot, A list actor, your muse is an up and coming actress, who are both staring in the same movie. Only difference is Leo is a lead and your muse has a small role. Your muse proposes a pr relationship, to make him look better, promote the movie and, of course, help out your muses career but oops they fall in love for real

"I'll take a rum and diet coke," Leo said, handing the waitress his menu back without even glancing at it, "And a grilled chicken salad with low-fat blue cheese dressing." Leo waited for his companion to order, settling his napkin in his lap and leaning back into their private booth. He watched the waitress walk out of earshot before turning toward the woman across from him, the smile he always wore when interacting with the public dropping. "So, lets hear it, what exactly are you proposing here?"

Leo had dealt with his fair share of young, new to the scene actresses trying to use his fame to gain their own following, and if there has been any doubt that that was the reason his co-star had asked him to lunch it had been quickly deflated when she asked to go to the most popular, paparazzi infested bistro. He had agreed to lunch, but only at his favorite, private, spot. Usually he wouldn't humor her, or anyone who was C list or below, but she was stunning with a clean reputation to match. However, her talent didn't quite match her looks, yet anyway, and in the meantime his connections and status would do wonders to her career. Besides, he was 38 now and his playboy charm was wearing off, it wouldn't be a bad thing to be spotted with one woman consistently, at least seemingly. However he wasn't about to offer that information up just yet, "And lets start with what's in it for me."

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eqxilibrium​:

Mordecai wants to hold his breath and be taken a back. He almost did the same sort of head tilt and open mouth gap he does when he is confused but he knew it wouldn’t be genuine. The first thing he wanted to say was of course, I love you, slightly gesturing to the scenic road around them and the manicured lawns. But, then that is it. The thing is though, when they slowly ruined each other, they still loved their friends and family, and even when Mordecai spent a night walking aimlessly around the city because he didn’t want to go to their house and didn’t want to fight, and didn’t want to go to his old flat because it felt like giving up, he never told anyone about it. When Stan or anyone asked, how Amelia is, he said good, good, great actually, and smiled, when his mom called to ask when her boys are planning to visit her, he replied soon, maybe next month, even though he was thinking about moving out, and he knew Ameila was acting the same way. The impeding quiet desperation was stuck in his throat when he said, “Honestly, didn’t think you cared about whether or not I loved you anymore? Doesn’t seem to matter in the grand scheme of home owners associations or fucking community garden meetings or whatever the fuck needs to be polished.” Mordecai cannot even figure out for himself where the defensiveness came from. “I actually think that If I said, I love you a thousands times, you would still want to sink your fangs into me.”

Amelia didn’t let Mordecai’s words slow her as she set the table, silverware, plates, back to the stove to flip the now golden brown pancake on to the growing stack, pour more batter into the pan, add chocolate chips (Jack’s favorite). No, the one thing she could say definitively was that no matter how miserable she was, no matter what state her marriage was in, she never let it affect her parenting. “Well I don’t, not anymore, not now that I-” don’t love you anymore. The words sat heavy on the tip of her tongue and they died there unspoken. Amelia wasn’t afraid to say it, but it was the type of thing she would say at night, after a day of festering, unchecked emotions, heightened by several glasses of wine, and even if the fighting didn’t accomplish anything at least it passed the time while she waited for her sleeping pills to kick in and sink her into unconsciousness. 

But this was morning, so she said “-now that it’s too late.” But the real meaning was there, and she knew Mordecai heard it, and she finally paused and looked over to him. There was still a fondness that sparked within her, a familiarity and security that would always feel like home. Amelia’s eyes softened and she reached out her hand to touch his. “And don’t be unfair, you aren’t exactly a harmless kitten, okay, you can be mean too. I mean, you just turned me being a good homemaker and member of society into something bad.” There was no anger in her voice, mostly resigned humor, “Honestly, it’s a gift at this point,” She joked. 

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eqxilibrium​:

open: m/f/nb

Suburbia is a battleground, an arena for all forms of domestic combat. Parents cross swords with children’s, mother-in-laws fight for battleground in the home but the boldest battles in Suburbia often involve two doting lovers. The war for control of began sometimes since they brought this house with a manicured lawn, and Mordecai had been losing ground ever since. All things considered, this might one of the better mornings in their quant house. The coffee pot was hot and steaming but this does not negate the core illusion that overwhelms the room. The fight from last night still lingers in his mind, trying to piece together what all of this meant. There is more to life than breakfast that they were quickly making aside each other like roommates in a home with biological keeping them attached. “Is this our new normal? Fighting when the kids go to sleep and silence when they wake up?” He questions, while sliding sizzling bacon onto a plate.

Amelia likes the silence. After years of snide comments and quips, forced small talk and desperate, last ditch efforts of grasping at something that simply no longer existed, she found comfort in the familiar, albeit pointed and passive aggressive, silence. It’s preferable to fighting, at the very least. Despite the fact she spends the quiet time mentally sharpening her knives and obsessing over everything she knows, or once knew, about the man she married in order to find the places stabbing him would hurt the most. Yes, the years of unhappiness has made her bitter, she’s aware. 

Amelia flips the pancake in the pan in front of her, not even bothering to look over at Mordecai as she answers, with a snort, “New?” She shakes her head incredulously as she pulls the plate of bacon out of his hands and moves it to the table. “Tell me something, Mordecai, when was the last time you told me you loved me.” Before he can answer she meets his eyes, “And meant it.” She holds his gaze for a moment, before smiling in a humorless way, “It’s not new.” If it was then maybe there would have been some semblance of hope. She doesn’t wait for his answer before turning to the cabinets to pull out three glasses and plates.

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open text 📲 cora +

Cora: What would you do if I showed up at your place right now wearing a short dress and no underwear?

Damien: Slide this big hard cock right up into your tight pussy

Damien: Why are you asking?

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atvrvxia​:

&. open to males, females & non-binary

possible connections: exes or previously unrequited love. give me all the angst !!

         “I STOPPED waiting for you a long time ago.”

“Don’t — ” Eli began, adverting his eyes, “Don’t say that. You don’t mean it.” Eli had fucked up royally with Addie, he could admit that, even if it had took him a long time to realize it. He was in love with her, now he could see it, but if what she was saying was true then it might be too late. Eli looked back over to her, sincerity, and determination, in his eyes, “You don’t mean it or you wouldn’t be here. But you came over as soon as I called, just because I said I needed you. Why would you do that for me if you still didn’t feel something, Addie?”

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Interest check: Hankcon? Would anyone be into me writing something for hankcon?

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I'm gonna make a Rose blog from Vampire academy probably, with the announcement of Vampire academy becoming a tv show. Is anyone interested in interacting with a dhampire? Like for a starter while I work on the blog?

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I have a feeling like people don't take me seriously because I write smut... You know I can write other stuff too?