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[myriadxofxmuses]

How do you need to be touched?

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Ethan

gently.

you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

Adam

fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

[legendaryl0stpieces]

Of course Joseph had no problem giving his business to her especially when she needed it. He wasn't going to charge her for it either. Why would he? Lydia had done so much for him without even realizing it. Handing the key over to her, he smiled a little bit. "I don't know. I've done things that I'm not proud of." Especially when he was overseas. When she got up, he thought about her offer for a moment before standing up himself. "Only if you allow me to help." Now, his cooking wasn't his best but he was getting better at it and he was more than willing to learn from her and such. She would just have to let him actually help and hopefully she would.

The moment Joseph pulled out his keychain, sorting through to find the right one, Lydia grew speechless. Someone so willing to offer their business - for no charge - to help out was selfless. Lydia flattened her hand against the table. Her gaze morphed into adoration and a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "You're honestly such a good guy, ya know that? Seriously, Daniel is so lucky to have you in his life." Rising from her seat, the woman moved toward the kitchen. "Why don't you let me fix you up dinner? Danny's at a sleepover so it gives me an excuse to actually cook."

[the-thieves-gambit]

Vegas had not turned out all as she expected but then again nothing in her life had ever turned out to be the way it should be. When Mr. Armani had found out that the dancer in his club was not a struggling artist, but rather The Draugr, collecting information from the regulars and the base from base that would make their way over, he made her an offer she couldn't refuse. Use her skills to help build his empire and he'd kept her well paid and never want for anything again.

That was how The Draugr died and The Wraith was born. He was true to his word, making sure she was well paid as she did what was needed, gather intel, dispatch of betrayers, and discreetly doing anything and everything Mr. Armani needed to keep his power. It was a great life.

That was until he gave her a task she hated. Watching over his playboy son that was loud and brash and everything she hated. Ivan was always splashed on some new social media page or magazine with his drunk and flashy tactics. I need you to watch over him, new threats are being made and he needs someone to reign him in.

She was ready to say no, but he had been good to her over the years. He could have had her killed when he found her out at his club but he didn't he took a chance on her. So with her sense of duty and loyalty she agreed to his request.

"Look, this is how it's going to go," she said as she took the phone Ivan had and put it into her pocket, then gave him a new one. One that she could look into remotely from hers to make sure she could track his location and spy on his messages. "You will not go anywhere without me knowing it. When I say it is time to go, it is time to go. You will not argue with anything that I tell you. Am I making myself clear?"

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[renegadetulisrp]

His relationship with Rosa was... complicated for the lack of a better description. Usually he'd never find himself in a situation like this - Carlos had prided himself as someone who'd never indulge something forbidden. Still, he knew Rosa's circumstances and even though technically, he was the third person, it had never felt that way. Being with her felt right. He sighed, finally cracking a soft smile. "Well mi amor, you know me too well sometimes." In the flurry of concerns, checks and balances - at times Carlos had forgotten he was operating on autopilot. And only Rosa would have noticed that he needed a breather.

"Will this be a romantic getaway or an adventurous escapade somewhere we're both not known to anyone?" he asked again, glancing at Rosa. He gave her hand a squeeze, chuckling lightly. "I mean we're going to start playing 20 questions here."

there was an unspoken truth known within the lower level cartel members when it came to rosa and her relationship: any time benny was away on 'business', rosa was out - free as a bird. what many didn't see, or refused to, was how benny had his own life outside of rosa as well. their marriage was more for the business side of things and to keep her best friend from harm. and that was why rosa felt absolutely no shame sitting next to carlos as they made their way up to the cabin. "dios mio. you really don't like surprises, huh?" the woman averted her gaze to look at him with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "i took care of all that for you."

rosa laid a gentle hand on his, softly rubbing his skin with her thumb. "you need some refreshing time off and that's exactly what i'm giving you. now just drive and i'll guide you to where we're going."

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[the-thieves-gambit]

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"I think both you and Callie could use this company. A new addition to the family."

Was Luna perhaps a bit rash in this decision? Yes, but one of the dogs on the ranch had given birth to a litter and Amelia was running out of space for all the new puppies. Some had been adopted and this one, for some reason when Luna saw it, just reminded her of her neighbor.

"I say give it a go, I have to be on the ranch for the next two days. When I come back to my place, if it doesn't work out, then I'll take her back with me. I can always use another therapy puppy for my sessions." Petting the puppy's head, she smiled at Brody. "I don't know what it was but I saw her and thought of you." Then the puppy barked, but it was more like a small yelp. That was what reminded her of him. While all the others barked and howled for attention, this one could barely make a sound. It was quiet like him but she wouldn't say that to him right now. "What do you say?"

Her brown eyes looked back at her neighbor. "I can understand if you want to say no, it was sudden."

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[legendaryl0stpieces]

Was he trying to charm her? Maybe he was and it did seem to be working. Trent couldn't deny that he thought Cassie was completely beautiful and hot as hell. But he did mean what he said. She did seem like she could handle herself. "That it does. Can't deny that." But Trent hadn't had that much to drink at this time. Just a couple of beers which wasn't even that much to him. Hell he wasn't even buzzed or anything like that and he still had no filter. He was just glad that he was able to actually make her blush. His night was now complete. "I've made you blush a little bit. So there for my night is complete." He joked lightly, even if he was serious.

Seeing her hold up the glass, he nodded his head. A refill would be nice and it would mean that he was able to spend more time with her. "I would never want to meet you in a dark alley." He joked with a small chuckle that escaped his lips. Honestly he felt more relaxed with her then what he probably should be. But he couldn't help himself, there was something about her that brought out that calm.

A sudden redness began to creep along her cheeks from his comment. From her past, one would think Cassie would be immune to the charm from sketchy characters - and yet - there she was stumbling on her words for a response. Moving a piece of hair behind her ear, she tried desperately to control the goofy grin tugging at the corner of her lips. “I mean, alcohol does heighten the confidence threshold and removes filters.” Far too many times did Cassie have to call over her boss, or the bouncer on duty to drag away the creepy men but there were those who knew how to keep their flirting respectful that entertained Cassie. However, unlike the Hulk of a man in front of her, not many made her blush.

Grabbing his glass, her hazel hues quickly checked the clock. Enough time for another if he wanted. “But yes, after twenty years of being a bartender, I’ve learned how to handle quite a few situations.” Finally collecting herself, Cass managed to look up at Trent long enough to hold up the empty glass - a silent inquiry.

[lonelysgorg]

　　　❝ i think you're forgetting the sheer size of what you just killed. ❞ it was enough to send her running and have her fingers dialing for the person she thought was least likely to laugh in her face. blood, broken bones, sewing skin back together - she can handle all that. but bugs ?? absolutely not. ❝ thanks, though. i felt like that does count as actual trouble, though. ❞

open to: f (35+ for possible romance) connection: friend/close friend, a woman affiliated with the mc, the girlfriend to another member, idc someone muse: callum jacobs // @indiestarter

"no, no. i'm totally okay with coming over just to get rid of a spider. that's normal." callum lightly shook his head, throwing away the tissue he had killed the spider in. "this can't be real life. i thought you were in actual trouble."

[legendaryl0stpieces]

"Oh, yeah totally. But if you want we can split custody if that does make things easier for ya. But if you can't right now, I completely understand."

open to all (f 35+ for possible romance) connection: neighbor plot: brody and y/m are getting things for brody's new pupper that y/m got for him muse: brody o'conor

"not that i don't appreciate the gift, but are you sure another puppy is the best thing for me right now?"

[disapprove]

Lorna's head popped up from behind the motor cycle she had been working on for the last few days. A relieved sigh left her lips and she got up to clean her hands to her denim overalls. "You must be Callum." She repeated with a small smile. "Okay, so - I really tried everything to get this bad boy going, changed a few things and it should be running again." Lorna rubbed her forehead, leaving a few black stains on her face. "I'm Joe's sister, by the way. I work in the garage. Cars, usually - but he said this one was urgent?" She didn't know much about whatever her brother agreed on with Callum. "He just left with a blonde, told me to call this number and hand you over the bike."

open to all muse: callum jacobs // @indiestarter

"okay, i'm here. what do you want?"

[distantsongsofjoy]

Hard eyes narrow from the slit in the mask concealing their face. They shift the gun in their hand, fingertips finding a better grip and steadying their hand as they keep it firmly pointed at the intruder's head. There's contemplation swimming in his deep orangeish-brown eyes as she speaks, watching her silently for a long moment, even after she quits begging them to let her go. He swallows, slowly lets the gun lower to a less threatening degree, though it's still in hand in case she tries to bolt.

"Not abandoned," he says simply in a voice that's meek, soft with a slightly crackled edge to it. There's absolutely nothing intimidating about him except his attire, the red-and-black mask hiding his facial features. Another moment of silence after that as he stares at her, lowers the gun a little further. He was never going to shoot in the first place, but sometimes holding a gun was an easier way to intimidate someone when you couldn't rely on your stature or tone of voice to do the trick.

"What d'you need?"

open to all muse: angela grimes plot/connection: she'd been solo for so long, traveling to find her brother. angela comes upon y/m's camp with no one around - and begins to raid it thinking it's been abandoned. but, alas ... it is not abandoned. // @indiestarter

"Shit, I'm sorry. I thought this stuff was abandoned." Angela put her hands in the air, dropping the bag she'd been holding to stuff the 'found goodies' in. "I'll put everything back, just please don't shoot."