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give me a plot based off of the movie ' mrs chatterley's lover '. unhappy housewife needs to produce an heir, and is encouraged to find a suitable but unattached man of noble birth && of sound mind to be the unsuspecting donor. of course, the selection is all the more personal, and the affair that spawns is so much deeper than that of just merely making an heir. bonus points if the illicit lover is unaware of the goal to have a child!

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ooc. 19 replies, 2 starters owed, 3 pinterest board memes, and 5 inbox starter prompt memes to do 💜 posting for accountability but i might not feel well enough until tomorrow to tackle most/if any of this. sorry y'all!!

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You and him?

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please heart react this for me to send you some ask meme prompts from your tag!! i will send 1-3 memes, feel free to ignore any you don't care to write!!

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DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES *  send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt, nsfw implied

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead

[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by

[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow

[ impossible ] sender kisses receiver as a final gesture, knowing they can't be together

[ hiding ] sender checks the area around them before kissing receiver, trying not to get caught

[ handful ] sender peppers the receiver's cheek with multiple, playful kisses

[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck

[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them

[ side ] sender places a kiss on the side of receiver's nose

[ tip ] sender kisses the tip of receiver's nose

[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

[ knuckle ] sender lifts receiver's hand to their lips and places a polite kiss there

[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately

[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them

[ dreamy ] sender and receiver indulge in a handful of slow, romantic kisses

[ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room

[ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear

[ recline ] sender climbs ontop of receiver and steals a kiss

[ lazy ] sender kisses receiver to wake them up from a comfortable sleep

[ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight

[ distance ] across a large space, sender blows receiver a kiss

[ hold ] sender and receiver are hugging, and sender kisses receiver on the cheek in a tender display

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea

[ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss

[ inner ] in a heated moment, sender trails kisses along receiver's inner thigh

[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite

[ greeting ] sender and receiver greet each other with kisses to both cheeks in quick succession

[ bunny ] sender gives receiver a bunny kiss by rubbing their noses together back and forth

[ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head

[ fingertips ] sender places light kisses to each of receiver's fingertips

[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time

[ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

[ desperate ] the situation is dire, and sender can't stop themselves from rushing forward and crushing receiver into an aggressive, frantic kiss

[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss

[ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains

[ chest ] sender removes receiver's shirt and immediately rushes forward to kiss their chest

[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach

[ fake ] sender and receiver pretend to be a couple and are forced to kiss each other to blend in

[ maybe ] sender and receiver are best friends and experiment with a kiss to see where it goes

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ANGELA SARAFYAN IN WE ARE BOATS (2018)

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ooc. won't be around too much today until much later as my whole family (minus me i'm recovering finally) is suuuper sick and i'm playing nurse!

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continued from here, with great thanks to @catastrophicxfailure 💜

with shoes removed && left respectfully by the door, showing off the silly christmas socks under the otherwise well-put together designer cashmere that kaan always seemed to be adorned in, the man had found himself comfortable there curled up into the plush cushions of the couch. children happy, belly full, and thoughts light && breezy - this had become the hallmark sensations of the stolen moments he found with cemile. just a neighbor, an old friend, catching up - halloween night had brought more excuses to stop by, to spend time together, until now a coating of snow blanketed the neighborhood and the howling wind outside was nothing more than yet another reason to stay far later into the night than he ought.

" you made it? for me? " and she still had it? kaan echoed her words with a smile, unsure what he would be finding, head full of unruly curls frizzy from the dry, cold weather quirking in curiosity at the little book. flipping it open, the expression changed to a small laugh of amusement, but as the pages were turned slowly, the smile softened into something tender. eyes full of nostalgia, he lingered on a page, their final date to a fancy school dance. one of his own early, original designs had been proudly dismayed on her perfect figure that evening; and he beamed from pride, beneath his glasses, cemile pressing a kiss into his cheek. the next was a mirror image, with him lathering affection on her, and the final, a slow dance, their bodies held tight and close. he still remembered what he had told her that night at the snowflake gala -

forever and forever. that's how long i will love you.

it seemed cemile had cemented it, immortalizing the promise he never followed through with. blue sparkly script surrounding the edges of the pages, a perfect quotation of those sweet nothings that had left his lips so easily.

finally, the last page was graced, and kaan slowly let the photobook close, laying still in his lap as his thumb traced invisible patterns across the cover. his chest felt tight, his throat thick, and somewhere deep, it felt like grieving. " wow. this... this is.... incredible, really. " kaan finally spoke, almost too nervous suddenly to bring his eyes from the scrapbook to cemile's. " it must have taken hours to cut and paste all these, and the notes in the margins- it's beautiful. i wish you'd given it to me back then. "

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status -> open to all muses 22+! *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! supernatural characters encouraged but not required! any time period can work!*

setting -> based on this. y/m is muse a.

my other opens - always accepting responses!

unfurling from shadows in the center of a pentagon, rayan's eyes flashed amber in the darkness as he adjusted to the new surroundings, shoulders tense at the sudden summoning, lip curling back to reveal teeth that glint like sharp fangs. the demon was not a fan of being brought anywhere against his will, and the smell of fresh blood used in the ritual - likely the summoners own, from the look of things - was only enough to slate his anger. for now.

eyes found the summoner, and rayan tilted his head, arms crossing as he began to pace within the salt-linked circle around the pentagram. unable to leave, unable to fight, but curious all the same. " you must have been desperate to call upon me. has no one told you the warnings for trifling with demons, such as myself? " he purred out, eyebrow rising, challenging the summoner with toes just a breath away from their salt confines. " i'm here. what is it you want? "

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muse a is a struggling individual who summons a powerful demon—muse b—in a desperate attempt to save their life or achieve their ambitions. muse b agrees to grant muse a’s wish but demands their body and soul in return. as muse b toys with muse a’s resistance, their dark bond grows increasingly seductive. muse a realizes the demon’s ultimate desire isn’t just physical—it’s their complete submission.

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every decade, a mysterious carnival appears in town, where attendees can make a single wish—but at a terrible price. muse a is a runaway who stumbles upon the carnival, desperate for revenge on the family that abandoned them. muse b is a long-time carnival worker bound by a wish they made centuries ago. as the two grow closer, muse b realizes that muse a’s wish could unravel the carnival’s entire existence, leaving them to choose between freedom and betrayal.

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you’re my ride-or-die, and I thought we were just pretending to be into each other to get that creep to back off. but now you’re kissing me like you mean it, and i’m not sure i want you to stop au

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were it any other date... any other girl... and if his agent hadn't all but threatened his life to make this evening ' look perfect ', kaan would have gotten up and just downright left, then && there. in his line of work, at his caliber of talent - the designer was not used to disrespect. nor was he easily a man told what to do, and expected to sit there && listen. scathing remark was bit back with a sinking fang to his cheek, and the stab stab stab of his fork to the china plate. sullen, subdued silence... kaan couldn't see why this was better than his idle, useless chatter from before, but whatever. he almost didn't bother to give much of a reaction when his ' date ' grabbed her coat, ready to leave. and yet- ugh.

he wasn't a monster. he saw the sway in her walk, the wobble on her heels, and the moisture brimming up in mocha hues. " fuuuuck... " the designer grumbled, gulping down the last of his own glass of wine, before catching up with her. placing a hand upon the small of her back, and leaning in, to keep up the guise (and keep her from tripping, to keep the press at bay, to appease his manager- god, when did he become such a puppet?) kaan guided her with him under a protective arm through the exit. did she forget there would be cameras waiting just outside? " can you at least pretend to like me for two seconds, until we get into the car? " he whispered in her ear, bodies still close, with a small sense of pleading in his tone. " you can yell more at me in private, if you desire. "

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"i'm having a BAD DAY, kaan." amani turned her head to him, brain swimming in the alcohol she had been consuming. "i didn't want to come tonight. my agent demanded that i go with you since we scheduled it. i'm NOT fucking okay right now so shut the fuck up and let me drink." she motioned for some more wine, saying a thank you and giving the waiter a kind smile and a wink. she began to down her fifth or sixth glass of wine, the sour taste causing her to scrunch up her face. her stomach was going to hurt in the morning, she knew it. especially knowing that she had been doing all of this drinking on an empty stomach. "maybe i should just leave." she muttered, placing the now empty glass of wine down and she grabbed her coat. she stumbled slightly but walked towards the exit of the restaurant, rubbing her eyes with her harsh fists.

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legs dangled from the bathroom counter, ending in stiletto points just off from the floor, the dress clinging to carmen's curves smelling of last night's love affair and donna valentino. carmen felt she had been here before - with him, in some dirty club, with the same trashy music pulsating through the walls, the same chipped nail polish on her fingers, and the same secret longing that made her heart race like riptide in her ears.

it didn't matter she told herself to stay away from him.

they always found their way back to the same fucking conversation.

" no one is a regular kind of anything. there are no regular girls, no regular criminals, and no regular killers. " carmen retorted, but there was a lack of sass in the usual fiery, confrontational tone that often brought such heat, such passion, to her voice. " everyone has some fucked up story that made them the villain they are. "

and yet - and yet... she couldn't seem to get close enough to get to know his. to peel back the layers, like he said. for all the promises that there was nothing to find, he certainly protected himself well. how many times would she hit the brick wall before it killed her?

her chin lifted as he inched ever closer, all the words she refused to let leave the tip of her tongue reflected in the pools of her eyes, rimmed with smokey shadow && thick, midnight lashes. the moment felt fragile; so fragile, like if she breathed too deep, it may shatter && be lost. " what are you so afraid of? " she whispered, unmoving, entirely still, fingers gripping the edge of the greasy counter hard, until her knuckles turned white against the tile.

muse: logan hayes. 30s. enforcer and former syndicate fixer. main modern verse or his alternative crime-themed verse ( current feared enforcer ). open to: females / 26+. plot: "You allow the world to think you're a heartless murderer," I tell him. "And you're not." He laughs, once; his eyebrows lift in surprise. "No," he says. "I'm afraid I'm just the regular kind of murderer." starter tag: @indiestarter notes: replies will be posted as new threads for tracking purposes.

The room was dim, the only light coming from the flickering neon sign outside the cracked window. Logan leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, shadows carving sharp lines across his face. His eyes were cold, detached — the kind of eyes that had seen too much and felt too little. A silence stretched between them, weighted and uneasy. Then the words slipped from their mouth, soft yet cutting. The corner of Logan's mouth twitched upward, but the smile never reached his eyes. A short, bitter laugh escaped his lips, a sound devoid of warmth. His brows lifted, a flicker of something — surprise, maybe — breaking through the mask he wore so effortlessly. “No,” he said, his voice low, a gravelly edge threading through each syllable. “I’m afraid I’m just the regular kind of murderer.” He pushed off the wall, his boots scraping against the worn floorboards as he took a step closer. The distance between them felt sharper now, more dangerous. His gaze locked onto theirs, something unreadable stirring behind the ice. “Don’t dress it up, and don’t look for something that isn’t there,” he said, his tone flat. “Peeling back the layers won't change what you find underneath.” But even as he spoke, something wavered — a crack in the veneer, barely noticeable unless you knew where to look. Maybe it was regret, maybe it was exhaustion, or maybe it was just the ghost of a man he used to be before the world taught him what survival really cost.

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@fcrtheglcry sent -> ❛  i see in your face, there's so much guilt inside your heart.  ❜

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heat rose to haspira's cheeks like the kiss of the sun, as if shame itself responded to zahra's voice, brimming && bubbling over in the heart of a sinner. her whole life felt marred with such a sensation; the oppression of responsibility, of failure, of not being taken seriously. how dutiful loyalty had been repaid in blood && loss, how she now fought against a world that begged her to be silent, to be still. how her undying devotion to a queen of exile came from a deeply selfish place, rooted in all the broken promises of her own past, all the wars she hadn't won for herself. kohl rimmed eyes could not bear to come up && meet her queen's, though it did still her busy hands, and encourage a spike in heartrate. was she so easily read now? could zahra see beyond the exterior with such clarity now? it was an unnerving feeling, to be seen. " it is hard not to feel lost in my regrets during these brutal, cold months. " haspira finally answered, without really saying anything, teeth sinking into the fleshy part of the inside of her cheek.

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shrugging the thick royal blue cloak back over his shoulders, more comfortable in it's shroud, ambrose returned the attention of both mind && body to his summer dancer. strong hands came to cup her cheeks, sun-kissed and still warm, in his own pale chill. " perhaps i have lost nothing... but instead, have been set free. take just a moment, think about what else this means. for us. "

he was right, nothing would change what has happened. there was no saving his wings, no repairing them, no replacing them. they were done, as was his future in the unseelie court. the blonde sighed in defeat , knowing there was nothing to do or say that could fix this. that could save him. " it's my fault, " she said quietly. " you did not have to lose your wings for me. "