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[girlyraves]

muse: yurim kim, 27 years old, nail tech.

"Don't be ridiculous, Walter, you can't give up your entire family. It's not plausible, and I would never ask you to choose between either me or your family." Yurim's conflicted feelings on the matter hadn't helped, falling in love with a member of the royal family had never been on her agenda, in fact it had been the opposite. Wanting a life where her relationship wasn't shrouded in secrecy or meeting in sketchy places to avoid being caught by tabloid journalists. "Alternatively, we could... elope, that way your family wouldn't be able to do anything even if they wanted to." The suggestion had been a joke, but the more Yurim thought about it, it could have been an easy solution to their problems.

❝ I'd leave my whole family and my royal status if it meant that we can be together.❞ Walter knows his statement is easier to say than to actually be able to do what he has said he'd do.

Open: Females 25+ Plot: He comes from a royal family and is second in line behind his eldest brother , but he has fallen in love with someone that would be viewed as a "commoner." Maybe he met her out during one of his nights that he just wanted to escape his royal duties. Maybe she works for his family?! All he knows is that he wants to be with her and he knows his family would never agree/approve.

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muse: theodore yang, thirty, community doctor.

"Maybe you should heed those warnings Jordy, they don't send emergency messages out for nothing," Theo spoke, visiting her after his far too long shift had always been the highlight of his evening. "I mean, is anyone going to listen? I've seen TikToks, and it's like nobody else really cares, so why should we?" The question lingered in the air as Theo continued to think about the situation, it was strange, but there was no definitive answer to the questions he had about the ordeal - the main one being if the situation real or a hoax? And if it was real, would it make a difference to the state of the world. "When has a curfew ever stopped you from going out?"

open: anyone 26+ (older muses & trans muses get bonus points as always!)

muse: jordana “jordy” o’riley, 25-29, convenience store clerk or car thief and / or criminal informant ( verse dependent ), kathryn newt*n fc

plot: based off this plot post of mine but basically. gimme the first 24 / 48 hours before the apocalypse descends the world around our muses into madness, eh? let’s feel them out, have those suspicious government warning flash across the radio. all the build up until everything breaks out. connection: best friends, significant other, roommate, coworker, family friend, neighbor, etc (no inc*st/stepc*st, and do not like my starters)

“Ya know, I know they say those ‘emergency alerts’ are just tests but that one today sounded absolutely bonkers.” Jordy snorted, leaning on the counter of the bodega, mindlessly spinning a quarter on the top. “What was all that about ‘a curfew’? Do you think it’s actually serious?” She waved her hand in the air, almost dismissively. “I mean the reason behind it. It’s weird, right?” The blonde let out a sigh, before chuckling. “I work at a 24/7 place, dude, what do they expect me to do.”

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Give me a plot where they were in love way back in medieval times. Where they were happy and it felt like nothing would be able to get them down. And then some curse or something happens and muse a dies and muse b is left immortal, doomed to roam the earth without one that they love.

Then one day in 2024 muse b sees muse a, their love with the same name and looks and muse b just knows that they need to be with muse a again.

So reincarnated lovers plot I guess I’m asking for. We could jump between the first relationship to modern and back and have multiple threads and shiz.

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the wedding was a beautiful spectacle, one which yaryna couldn't deny. her sister being in the bridal party had prevented her from declining the invitation outright — auntie would have a fit, these events were made for one thing, mingling and securing alliances through marriage. it was embarrassing to be paraded around on her arm, making small talk with people she didn't care about, while acting like a shell of her true self.

escaping the grasp of her auntie was harder than it looked, the woman watched her like a hawk, eyes staring into her as yaryna stood on the sidelines nursing the drink within her hand and going for another one. she wasn't expecting to be spoken to or be noticed. "i've tried the pink one so far, it tastes like peach. i'll give the red a try, does it taste like strawberries or something else?"

@girlyraves liked for a starter!

the man hated weddings ( it was like a looming reminder of what future awaited him and always seemed to spur his mother into action ⸻ trying to hunt down a suitable bride for her son ). in the past, valerion had taken to hiding amongst his cousins before finding a way to slip from the affair whilst everyone's attention was on the bride and groom ⸻ but with one of his cousins at the center of the affair, his mother had made a point of keeping a closer eye on him. grimacing at one pointed glare sent his direction, valerion separated himself from his cousins to make toward a table laden with drink. plucking up a goblet of wine, the man nearly startled at the sight of another so close when he turned. flushing and clearing his throat awkwardly, his head gave a little dip in greeting. "the red is good," he murmurs.

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"i'm sorry i didn't mean to drop you, i panicked!" marina exclaimed, more from the fact she had finally seen the man she was talking to than the famous aspect. "not that you being you is a... bad thing, it's just weird because to me, you weren't you." the expectations she had also set were exceptionally low, expecting a person who catfished her. the thought that he had his own valid reasons had escaped all the thoughts in her head.

"i mean i'm not a therapist but i was your friend... well more than your friend," not labelling what the two of them shared would have saved her from the heartache to begin with, yet it hadn't, it was weird now, knowing that she was sharing every single aspect of herself with somebody she didn't truly know — though one could argue she knew his soul and that was much more important than appearance. "that's not what i meant, though. i think i understand why you did what you did, why you couldn't use yourself in those pictures. — wait, who did you even use in those photos?"

a blush had made an appearance upon her cheeks at his praise. "i have never really thought about you not being special because you are to me," even when they were both two ordinary people, she had thought he was special enough to continue talking to. "i'm always on your mind?" she had to tease him, it was almost like a romantic movie where there's a big confession and everything ends on a happy note. or could be the opposite, like the song by the pet shop boys with a similar title. "even though you lied to me, i'm happy you didn't decide to ghost me — i'm still mad though, seokie."

one moment they were looking at each other, finally seeing each other, and the next he was falling from her hand. funny how some things went, wasn't it? "i — yeah, i'm me." the phone dropping, her surprise? those sort of reactions were the ones he liked to avoid! it was hard to make real, meaningful connections with people when they were mostly interested in what he did all day, who he'd see, and if they could come to set with him or, like, scroll his contact list. but what he had been able to build with marina? he was praying to whatever god might be real and listening to him that he didn't screw it all up trying to protect his own feelings. as if there weren't two people playing a part in this.

and then her next couple words hit and he found himself shifting with a wave of guilt, phone lowering and gaze following suit. not that he looked away, or anything. no where else to look, you know? "i guess i should have tried my therapist instead, huh?" was murmured softly. surely that would have been less painful than making a profile and seeing what the world had to offer? but what's done is done and he couldn't change it, and he couldn't make her believe him. all seokmin could and would do was tell the truth from here on out and hope for the best.

"what — you're amazing." maybe she came from some little town that many people didn't know of, but surely he did to? "i wasn't anyone special, things just happen." you walk into the right audition and suddenly you're getting calls from all over. he had luck on his side, even if his mother would say it was talent and good genes. and then she'd hit him over the head (lovingly, of course) for not thanking her fast enough for said genes. "who you are — who i am, it doesn't matter, does it? i didn't know anything about you a few weeks ago, but now it's like you're all i think about." seokmin could cringe at himself for how cheesy it was — it was being said in a second language to him and he still knew it was cheesy. but it was true! "i won't ghost you, and i won't avoid you — if you still want to talk to me, that is."

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the acceptance of the facetime had shocked marina, but who came on her screen almost had her jaw on the floor. of course she knew seokmin gan, then the true horror hit her. she had all but gushed about the majority of his projects to the man himself, talking about the artistry of said projects. the phone dropped from her hand with a hard bang she was sure seokmin would have heard on the other side. "bleh sorry about that, i'm just a bit shocked because you're you, you know?" trying to compose oneself was difficult in such a situation, any other circumstance she would have been excited but it left a bitter taste in her mouth. and on some level she could understand his need to shield himself, use fake pictures, create an identity in which he was an average person — even if it was at the expense of her and her own feelings. despite claiming he had never lied about his feelings, it was hard to believe considering he was an actor and had the experience to do so.

"i think i understand what you mean," they'd share so much about one another, his fears somewhat made sense to her now, "about it being a you issue." the choice of words was harsher than intended, the residual feeling of hurt still lingered within her and perhaps inflicting the hurt she felt onto him was a bad way to deal with the situation. "i'm just trying to wrap my head around this, you're famous, you have a cool job. why would you ever want to talk to me? i'm just nobody from a little town which i can't escape." the concept of it all had made her head dizzy, she wished that it was all an elaborate prank or dream her head had conjured, not the reality she was living in. "even though these aren't the circumstances i would have liked to meet under, thank you for video chatting, i know it also may be hard for you to be so vulnerable after everything. i was scared you were gonna ghost my call again and i wouldn't have had any answers."

marina’s words were kind of funny? like — not enough to get him actually laughing, but enough that a soft huff escaped him? “i don’t want to be a cliche — but i never lied about my feelings, or anything like that?” just, you know, his face and career and where he lived. but everything else was real and true to himself! name included!

“it wasn’t really — it wasn’t about you caring? it was more about just .. i just wanted to get to know someone without everything else.” it was the poorest explanation, he was sure, but it’s what he could manage to pull out of his jumbled thoughts. seokmin struggled with anxiety, with being social and meeting people — you’d think a career like his would do wonders for prepping him in that aspect. it didn’t! he hated the movie premiers, the after parties, the one on one interviews. things weren’t so bad when he was in a group, at least. but this? this was feeling very much like a one on one interrogation interview, if anything. especially once he was staring at the facetime call again. could he be blamed for a moment of hesitation? just a second or two, nothing crazy, and then he was accepting the call. and there was no hiding away — no, he was sure to keep the phone up so they could finally see each other. he didn’t want to drag it out and risk getting scared. cold feet? was that the saying — “i’m sorry i ruined it — our first facetime. hopefully not our last one?” fingers crossed?

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the relief that marina felt at that moment was questionable, just because his name was seokmin didn't mean that he wasn't lying about everything else. he could have been some middle-aged man for all she knew. though she doubted middle-aged men had a voice which sounded as nice as his — stranger things have happened in the universe, though. "it's just a lot to take in right now, i feel so dumb for not picking up on the warning signs, you know like in 90 day fiancée where everyone else can see it but the person?" at least he hadn't scammed her like many of them did on those shows — or rather at least it was just her time and not her already dwindling money fund.

"yeah that sounds really stupid seokmin, unless you were a convicted felon i wouldn't have cared," she was becoming more irate, though with the revelations he was giving her she found it hard to understand why one would want to catfish — unless he was a pathological liar which he had proven himself to be thus far in her mind. "if you're laying it all out on the table, we might as well, it's not exactly how i would have wanted our first facetime meeting to be." the response was blunt as she chose the facetime option next to his name. the anxiety eating away at her to discover the man she'd been talking to for all this time.

"yeah, it's seokmin —" it wasn't until a few days after that he thought about the fact that he should have used a different name. everything else had been a lie, for the most part, so why even use his name? the pictures, his life — god. "i didn't .." you'd think he would be better at piecing together his words, huh? that maybe he'd have thought this day would come and he would have practiced it. well. he didn't. he never thought about the possibility of being caught like this. sure, he assumed he'd come clean eventually but, like — on his own terms! not cornered.. even if it was deserved.

"no, no — i don't think that. i'd never." seokmin took a soft, deep breath as his other hand dragged along his face. "it's because of who i am, and that sounds so stupid —" and she might not even know him! maybe she's never seen a single thing he's been in? maybe this was all for nothing. wouldn't that be something awful? making her feel like this for no reason but his own fear of what sort of people were in the world? "my name is seokmin, but the pictures weren't me. and i'm — i'm not a student. not really." not full time, he supposed? "i'll do it — facetime. if you want. i don't want to lie to you anymore. i'm sorry that i did to start with."

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marina resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "you've lied to me from the moment i met you, seokmin, i'm sorry for not taking your word on this, but it's not exactly the most trust-worthy is it?" she had questioned him, though it then dawned on her, she had got to know an entirely different person — "wait is your name even seokmin?"

"why didn't you try harder? it's not like i'm a shallow, horrific person... wait is that what you think of me?" the phone trembled within her hand, her emotions were going haywire. was she feeling anger? absolutely. betrayal? most certainly. and perhaps even slightly heartbroken. "i can't promise you forgiveness but i will listen to you."

seokmin felt the guilt wash over him with each text that came through, and even more so when his phone lit up with a call. it had him hesitating for a second or two, eyes just cast down on his screen as he thought it over. surely this wasn't going to be a good conversation, right? no, probably not.

"it's not a game, mar, i swear." was his greeting once the lines connected, free hand lifting to run through his hair. "it ... i was just trying .." was he explaining himself, or would these words simply sound like excuses? both, perhaps? "i'm sorry."

@girlyraves / x

[girlyraves]

muse: marina blume / 22 / receptionist

the pinging of her phone continued to irritate marina. he had the audacity to decline her facetime, but request a call from her? the silence sunk in as she contemplated her answer. the heartbreaking realisation that she had been lied to, ignored all red flags and continued as though it was normal and healthy.

( text ) : are you actually sorry or sorry you got caught? ( text ) : was it a game to you? or some weird twisted fantasy?

against her better judgement she chose the call option next to his name — this time forgoing the video aspect.

plot. my muse catfished yours and his excuses aren’t working anymore. whoops. connection. someone he’s been talking to for a while. muse. seokmin.

seokmin was sitting in silence in the comfort of his own home, eyes glued to the screen of his phone and the facetime request that was all but flashing before his eyes. each second was ticking by so slowly, and though it had only been a few moments it felt like an hour. maybe two.

but he couldn’t accept it, and it had his heart sinking. no, seoks denied the call just to text them.

( text ): i’m so sorry ( text ): please don’t be mad ( text ): can i call you?

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"i wouldn't have suggested it if i didn't wanna do it," nettie had retorted, almost instantaneously. maybe danny had seen through her façade — that she was worried about potentially losing her car and what her boss would say about it. she feared she'd be pulled off the case entirely, that all her hard work of snooping and essentially becoming a nancy drew like detective would have all went to waste on a stupid decision she had made trying to prove how serious she was about street racing. if she failed, she was sure she was about to be down a car and her career. her attention had shifted to danny's car, admiring it, the time and effort he had put into it showed. "i'm also going to enjoy owning your car, y'know?" the cockiness hadn't left her — the thrill of the race had her excited and the opportunity to infiltrate the gang may arise if she won, or it could go the opposite way, she'd never quite figured them out. the night certainly felt like a make it or break it type of situation.

"Now that is gonna bring in sales." Joey interjected, but Danny cut him off quick. "You want a 1v1 with me, but the prize is our cars?" He had never heard of anything like that before, and frankly, he liked it. Danny could already feel the adrenaline pumping in his veins. The prize of it all did hang over his head. He loved his car, spent years on years building it to meet his style. The paint job, the new tires, everything he had put his soul into. All could be lost in just one match, so he needed to win. He needed to. "Deal." As soon as the deal went through, Joey laughed out loud.

"That's what I'm talking about! Get into positions you two!" He scurried off to do announcements, Danny gave Annette one final glare. "You sure you want to do that? I mean, you really like that damn car..." It didn't take a genius to see how much racers cared for their rides.

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“and implicate myself? absolutely not.” the situation perplexed briar, not knowing the motivates of joonho made him a wildcard and she considered herself to be indebted to him even if he chose to commit the crime himself. “considering i didn’t commit a crime, my alibi should be fine. until you take into account i was on my own.”  she wouldn’t admit aloud that her life was lived rather boringly and mostly spent in solitude — it’s hard to get attached to others when dealing with the family business, and her parents had never made it easy for her either, telling her who she could and could not interact with. “people don’t murder because they’re bored, joonho, especially not for somebody else. ”

"The only people that know are standing right here. And I don't talk. So, unless you plan on saying something..." He trailed off, rubbing his eye. There really wasn't anything for him to gain. Or lose, to be honest. And he was too tired to care. "You have a solid alibi, right? And you don't know the details. Case closed. People can speculate all they want. At the end of the day, they won't be able to prove shit." Joonho dropped the remainder of his cigarette and put it out with his foot. "I don't know. Maybe I was bored." Maybe he just didn't want to see her get hurt — not that she couldn't take care of herself. He didn't personally have anything against Briar, family history aside. "Does it matter?"

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“we’ve been going in one direction; how can we get lost going in a straight line?” avery had questioned, it was pointless looking at a map, and preserving her phone battery was a must, she couldn’t pull up the google maps without knowing how long they’d be there for. she was sure her mum would at least be worried that she hadn’t heard from either of them. if she was lucky her mum would have called a rescue charity to find them. “nobody can hear us because it’s just the two of us,” avery tried to reassure jace by squeezing his hand, though if it was for her own or his benefit she did not know. shed regretted all the things she hadn’t done; the prospect of dying was on the horizon and her mind couldn’t stop. maybe if she’d have taken all the opportunities that had presented themselves, jace would have been something more than a best friend to her. “it doesn’t look like we’re getting out of here tonight, and we’re in the woods… there’s bound to be a cabin somewhere, right?”

jace and avery had been the best of friends for god knows how long, and jace had always chased after something more from avery but respected her wishes to remain friends. that's why he agreed to run off into the forest on an adventure with her, despite everything within him warning him that it likely would be the last adventure they'd ever go on.

"are you sure we aren't turned around?" jace asked avery. he was beginning to think they had lost any chance at finding their way back now that nightfall had enveloped them. and sure, he had that ever-lingering feeling of dread like avery described, but he hadn't gotten quite the idea she had in mind until she said it. maybe she really had, because he could feel eyes on him after that. "no, yeah. i definitely do." he stopped, looking at her wide-eyed at the realization — they might not be alone. "you can't just speak shit like that into existence, avery!" he hissed, lowering his tone. "what if they hear you?"

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it had made sense that chan-yeol didn’t make the complaint, she doubted he’d have the gall to come over after complaining about her, he just didn’t seem the sort. “do your parents typically interfere with your work life?” the question was brazen and riddled in curiosity. knowing that he didn’t personally complain was somewhat reassuring, though nettie couldn’t help but think that having parents so willing to meddle into affairs which didn’t concern them was somewhat problematic, especially in a working environment. “i’m sorry for being so… standoffish."

She had him there. Usually he wouldn't have bothered making conversation with his colleagues, especially since most people ended up being passing faces to him, but he had paid slight more attention to Annette. It was all further weird circumstances he was putting himself in. But it was news to him that she thought he was complaining about her to someone. Yeol frowned at the notion and shook his head. "I didn't..." Though now that she'd said something, he could guess who would have. "This might be odd to mention, but uh... It's probably someone that talks to my parents. They tend to, um, hover."

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starter for @someotherdog

apocalypse. i’m stuck in x location, locked in without food or water, i’m starving and haven’t eaten in days and just finished the remaining water and the only hope i have is this radio. you’re the saviour who answered my call, can you make it in time or will something happen? will i die alone in this room or will you die on your way to save me? or are you just stringing me along and not coming?

her fingers trembled as she held the device in her hand. it was daunting, trying to reach some form of life on the other end. she'd been alone for so long she was scared she'd lost all type of social interaction skill, but she was hopeless. having ran out of food days prior and her water source was slowly drying up, she estimated that she had less than two days’ supply left. she was truly doomed and came to the only realisation - she needed to communicate with someone - anyone she could find. "testing... is anyone there" she had started off her plea for help "can anyone hear me?" the desperation was evident now, "please, someone please pick up"

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starter for @someotherdog

vampire x witch. you’re a vampire and i’m the idiot witch who created you for my own selfish reasons because i couldn’t lose you. i love you too much now you’re going through a turmoil and feeling like frankenstein’s monster. what have i done?

cressida knew her actions would have held consequences from the moment she had used blood magic. how could she live without the one she loved the most? be sentenced to a life of misery and longing without them by her side. her own hubris had fuelled her into the decision, choosing to believe that she possessed the power of necromancy. her intentions may have been for the good but that didn’t change the way they had felt about the whole thing. “can we talk about this?” cressida had asked as she entered the room. “i know this is a hard adjustment, but it’s one the both of us have to get used to.”

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perhaps joey's intervention was for the best, nettie was sure she would say something which would lead to danny getting more riled up. though that was all part of the fun, it made the race more interesting in nettie's opinion. "if they want a show, let's wager something better than money, i'll put my car down if you do too." her baby pink supra was her life, many a win had been spent eating ice cream on her spoiler. the racing scene was quite lonely, especially considering nettie had zero intention of making friends, and adrenalin highs were met with equal loneliness. infiltrating the gang had been frustratingly hard, every time she was sure she was progressing a step forward something would knock her back five steps. "catch is, i want a 1v1," she wasn't sure they'd take her demands seriously, she was told the only way you get something in life is being confident, and nettie's confidence was always unmatched. "are you in danny? or should i find somebody else?"

Closed Starter

"Aw, you think I'm pretty?" Danny teased further, aiming to get under her skin. Granted, he often found that rather difficult. Arden, his fellow gang colleague and best friend, had told him that his attempts were childish. "Bullshit. It was clear cut who won that race." The dark haired male retorted, now just a few steps away from the woman's face. Before any other comments could be exchanged, Joey stepped between them. "Hell no. I can't have you two fight tonight." Joey was the manager of the track, and a member of another gang Danny's crew was running with. "These people came here for a show, and put all this anger on the race track." // Cont from here - @girlyraves

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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 / 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬.

a collection of scenarios & interactions appropriate for period/medieval rp. change pronouns/tenses as needed, specify muse where needed.

[ broken cart ] the sender comes across the receiver, whose cart/wagon has broken down.

[ tavern ] our muses are both visiting a local tavern, where they meet.

[ road companions ] our muses are traveling in the same direction, both on foot, where they meet.

[ by the river ] our muses meet as they are taking a break by the edge of a freshwater river.

[ shelter inn ] our muses are both taking shelter from some untimely weather at a travellers' inn.

[ a dance/celebration ] our muses are attending a dance, and as the partners swap they meet on the dancefloor.

[ festival ] our muses are separately attending an annual community festival hosted in town.

[ royal celebration ] the monarchy has put on a celebration for their people, our muses meet during the festivities.

[ runaway horse ] after being thrown from their spooked horse, sender abruptly meets the receiver as they are tracking down the runaway horse.

[ by the fireside ] sender approaches the receiver on a cold night, drawn in by their fire, in hopes they can share the warmth.

[ disaster strikes ] a lightning storm has hit, our muses have both taken shelter from the dangerous weather inside an abandoned structure.

[ market square ] our muses come into contact whilst attending the same marketplace, or market stall.

[ on fire! ] our muses meet in the chaos of a fire breaking out amongst the houses in the village or town.

[ upon the docks ] our muses are both by the docks; for the ships and/or fishmongers, where they meet.

[ a new servant ] sender, or reciever, is a newly employed servant in or nearby the home of the other muse.

[ that's my horse! ] our muses meet in an argument wherein both believe the stabled horse is theirs. in reality, they have near-identical horses and it's an unintentional misunderstanding.

[ a tournament ] our muses are attending, working as, or participating in a tourney, hosted by the crown or relative nobles.