#at least had good chats with like two people ive only sort of met online and they were nice so : )

[loverboybitch]

hi i would just like to report that getting out of my house and being a member of society is cool and kind of rules even when its scary yeah.//.

[artificialqueens]

Sweet like Sugar (Branjie) - Delia

AN: Hey lovelies! This is my first time writing fic, so please be gentle but also let me know what you think…a little Branjie sugar mommy for your nerves x ps: if you have any questions, comments or concerns feel free to hit me up on @thvnderfuckz pps: tw for some, very minor, implied daddy kink

BLH

25/F/New York City

I’m a 25 year old dancer from Toronto, working to start my career. I like fashion, nights out, and travelling. Seeking a partner who is fun, adventurous, and willing to support me in pursuit of my dream.

Brooke Lynn read over her bio for what must have been the seventh time in as many minutes and let out a sigh. Each draft that she’d written had sounded more robotic than the last. It’d been a long time since she had to write anything like this, having deleted Tinder, Bumble, and HER off her phone not long after she left Toronto. Since moving to New York, she’d discovered that she much preferred going out and finding women to hook up with in person. With her long blonde hair, dancer’s physique, and innate flirtiness, it was easy enough to find someone willing to take her home for the night. Easier, at least, than talking to a girl on an app for weeks, only to find out that she was interested in a long term commitment, and having to deal with their messy emotions after Brooke told them that she wasn’t interested. If there was one thing that she did not do, it was relationships.

And now, she was trying to get paid to be in one.

She’d be lying if she said that she never thought she’d be in a position like this. From the time Brooke had told her friends and family that she’d wanted to pursue dance as a full time career, she’d been given the “wouldn’t you rather something more secure” speech more times, and by more people than she could be bothered to count. Even her older sister Katya, who’d chosen to make abstract semi-sacrilegious art her vocation in life, had tried to suggest to her that she do something with a future that was less uncertain. But Brooke knew that she was born to dance, no matter what anyone tried to tell her to the contrary. If anything, their doubt fuelled her drive, and made it all the sweeter when she’d been offered a role in ensemble of the Broadway production of Moulin Rouge! upon her graduation from Ryerson. The moment that she’d stepped off the plane at JFK and stepped into the apartment that she would be sharing with another ensemble member from the show, Scarlet, she felt as though she was living her wildest dreams come true.

In all of her excitement at the time, Brooke forgot that the most wonderful dreams often lead to the harshest wake ups.

Four months into her run, the cast began to notice a dwindling number of fans at the stage door after each performance. Five months into her run, cast and crew alike began whispering about finding new jobs soon. Six months into her run, on a particularly humid Sunday in July, the cast and crew were gathered by the production team before everyone left the theatre and were told that the show would be closing at the beginning of September, after the Labour Day weekend. Brooke immediately started panicking at the prospect of being out of a job in one of the most expensive cities in the world. There was nothing she wanted less than to have to move back home to Toronto with her tail between her legs.

It had been two years since Moulin Rouge! closed, and although Brooke had managed to avoid making the move back home, she hadn’t been able to get a job performing since. She was always too tall, or too technical, or didn’t have enough personality. She’d been able to find a job in the meantime, teaching classes at a dance studio in Tribeca, but the money she made from that was barely enough to cover her necessities. It certainly didn’t cover luxuries such as brunch with your ex-roommate, as Brooke found out after her credit card was declined at her and Scarlet’s bi-weekly date. She barely had time to try and form an apology before she witnessed Scarlet reaching into her purse and placing a crisp one hundred dollar bill on the table, telling the waitress to keep the sixty dollars in change. Her embarrassed expression transformed into one of jaw-dropped shock as the redhead pulled her from the restaurant.

On the walk back to the subway, Scarlet revealed to Brooke that she’d been various “mutually beneficial relationships” with different men since she’d first moved to the city when she was 19, and that it had been her main source of income even while she was performing.

“It’s easy money, plus it’s kind of empowering,” explained Scarlet in her low voice, which still held a hint of the drawl indicative of her Southern upbringing. “It’s like, they have the money but I have all the emotional power. Without me generously donating my time to them, all these men have are their frigid marriages, or soul sucking jobs. A lot of the time the only thing standing between these powerful, rich men and a complete nervous break is me. And if that’s not power, I don’t know what is. So if I have to laugh at a few bad jokes and kiss a couple of CEOs to be able to live the kind of life I want, all while knowing that I could end any of these men at any given moment, then so be it.”

Oddly inspired by her friend’s speech, Brooke downloaded the sugar dating app onto her phone later that day.

And now here she was, sitting in front of her laptop at 11:00 pm on a Saturday night, drinking a bottle of wine and stress reading her three sentence bio for at least the tenth time. Fuck it, she thought, this is as good as it’s gonna get.

After clicking the “submit” button, Brooke was redirected to a page showing all of the potential sugar daddies in her area. As she scrolled through pages upon pages of photos of headless torsos, she became increasingly regretful of her decision to not filter out men immediately.

CEToEs

Disgusting.

KinkyExec

Nope.

DominantDaddy

Absolutely not.

Brooke was a lesbian, and had known that since she was 14. However, Scarlet told her that there were far more sugar daddies than sugar mommies in the New York area, and that a lot of the time the men didn’t necessarily even want sex. But as she clocked the usernames of several of the daddies on the app, it was clear that the redhead had either lied to her or was somehow the most blissfully oblivious girl in the city.

The blonde promptly returned to her settings page and deselected men as an interest. When she returned to the home page, she was delighted to see the profiles of fifty-or-so women pop up. She began scrolling again, hoping that someone would catch her eye.

WorldsMostPunkRockMoms

Meh. The two blonde women in the thumbnail picture were definitely beautiful, but Brooke didn’t know how she felt about getting involved with a couple who had a child.

Detoxicant

The woman in this picture looked like she’d had a lot of plastic surgery. Still, she was hot. Brooke tapped the little heart icon next to the photo and continued scrolling.

Toward the bottom of the page there was one profile that had a little green dot next to the thumbnail. Brooke took a little comfort in the fact that she wasn’t the only one on this app at this time on a weekend night. She clicked on the profile and two pictures filled her screen. The first was a headless torso shot of a woman wearing an oversized Versace t-shirt as a dress. Although her face was out of frame, Brooke could tell that the woman’s hair was a caramel brown, at least at the tips, and went to just below her collarbone. The second image was another faceless picture, but in this one the woman was wearing a spaghetti strapped red dress, showing off her deeply tanned skin and an, in Brooke’s opinion, weirdly specific chest tattoo of a hairless cat atop a red rose. The bio beneath the pictures read:

V 23/F/New York City

no face pics because i gotta stay lowkey. promise i’m not gonna kill you or anything like that, just lookin for a cute girl i can take out and trEat right.

Brooke rolled her eyes at the innuendo and let out a small huff of a laugh. The girl obviously had some sort of sense of humour, which she supposed was important. And it was pretty impressive that someone so young was in a position where they could support someone else financially.

The green dot was still displayed next to V’s username. She was still online. Brooke took a deep breath and clicked the chat icon at the bottom of the screen, typing out a quick, hopefully flirty-but-without-coming-on-too-strong, message.

BLH: I hate to break it to you, but saying ‘I’m not gonna kill you’ sounds exactly like what someone who would kill me would say ;)

Brooke quickly exited out of the app and opened up Instagram to check and see if Katya or her wife had added any new photos of their cats or dog. Before she could even begin typing her sister’s name into the search bar, her phone dinged, letting her know that V had responded.

V: hate to break it to you babe but saying youre looking for a partner sounds like youre tryna open up a lawyers office

Brooke swore under her breathe. She knew she sounded too robotic.

BLH: Oh god, I’m sorry. I’ve never done anything

V: lol relax mami, youre cute with all your worrying

She bit down on her lower lip, half in frustration and half trying to suppress a smile. V was already teasing her about her worrying, and they hadn’t even met yet.

BLH: Aren’t you more of the mommy in this situation though ;)

V: i mean i usually prefer daddy ;)

Brooke felt a quick rush of heat to her center at the word “daddy”. She closed her eyes trying to stave away memories of various nights in the alleyways behind various bars with various women.

BLH: I think I can make that work ;)

V: listen, not to be too upfront but youre gorgeous and id love to take you out sometime if youd want?

V: we could meet and figure out an allowance or something if thats what you want! ive done this once before and it was a really good experience for both of us…i gave her around $8000 a month for rent and stuff but we could figure out something specially for you if you need somethin different

Brooke could’ve sworn she felt her heart stop when she read the word “month”. She’d never been with one single person for more than three nights, much less on a month to month basis. But V seemed nice at least. And if not nice, she was at least experienced at this kind of arrangement, and was apparently quite generous to boot. Eight thousand dollars a month would cover her rent and utilities almost four times over. Eight thousand dollars a month would mean that she wouldn’t have to worry about getting her card declined at brunch. Eight thousand dollars a month meant that she wouldn’t have to pick up every possible shift at the studio, and could spend more time going to auditions.

Eight thousand dollars a month meant that she was definitely not turning V down right off the bat.

BLH: I’d love that. Name the time and place, I’m free when you are.

BLH: Daddy ;)

Brooke Lynn Hayhoe doesn’t do relationships — but for eight thousand dollars a month, she was willing to fake it.

[fleur-quinn]

Side fic iv: Oxblood

((Thanks @victoria-seaberg aka Si for the rp! Mentions @ladyvenusvale @ladyaadamaier @phaniecastello ad @mallory-schreave. Titled Oxblood because Vic has the blood of an ox. (That was lame, sorry lol). A bit over 1k words))

I take a sip of water as I walk into the gym. I’ve been in the palace for over a month and it’s time to work out for real before I get too used to not working out. I survey the gym, trying to decide what to do first. Without my personal coach, my routine is up to me.

Maybe I should ask Nina to get me an online coach…

Just as I was about to head to the stationary bikes, I see Victoria doing some boxing with a punching ball. I smile as I see her. The last time I talked to her was about the fly traps thing. She seemed decent enough so I decide to head over there to see hi.

“Oh hi there, dark girl!”

She pauses and looks up. “Red girl, hey.”

“Fancy seeing you here.” I reply with a smile. “Do you spend a lot of time in the gym?”

She punches the ball. “Yes I do actually. How about you?”

“Uh it’s my first time here.” I admit. “Usually I spend time at the studio, library or the gardens. I spent more time at the gym back at home though.”

“Oh I see.” Vic replies, taking one boxing glove off, she grabs a bottle of water. “What kind of sports do you like?”

“Dancing. Mostly dancing, but I like swimming and cycling as well. What about you?”

“Oh that's cool, what dance style us your favourite?” She pauses to take a sip of water. “I have a long list. Boxing, baseball, basketball, swimming, and so on.”

“Uh the pop kind of dancing. I did learn ballet as a little kid, but stopped after moving from Whites to Hudson.” I pause to pull her hair into a ponytail “Wow, you’re quite a sporty girl, eh?”

“Sporting is a great way to release energy, you know. What are you doing in the gym?”

“Yeah, it is. Like I said I used to work out a lot back at home, mostly for filming and I’ve been slacking off quite a bit since I came to the palace. So I thought I’d better start again.” I explain.

“Right, sorry didn't hear. But that's a great idea.” She pauses to take another sip of water. “How has the selection been treating you?”

“It’s great! I mean, I do miss my friends but I’ve met some great people here! You?”

“You've met great people?” She repeats with a raised eyebrow. “There not that many great ones here.” She finishes with a chuckle.

“Okay, by great people, I mean the royals.” I confess, with a chuckle myself.

“Which of the royals have had the pleasure of meeting you?” She asks, interested.

“Well I’ve met Nate of course, and also Brooks and Max. What about you?”

“Oh so you have met the male side of the royal family? I've only met Mallory she's cool.” She observes.

“Uh yeah.” I agree with a giggle. I’ve never thought of that! Ooh that’s nice... I mean I’ve heard different sort of stuff about Mallory.”

“She's absolutely fine. As long as you don't kiss her feet or insult her, you should be fine. I think you two would get along.” Victoria dismisses the rumors.

“Well I don’t think I’ll do both so yeah maybe I’ll talk to her some time.” I agree with a nod of my head.

“Still plenty of time left though.” She points out before coughing. “How's your alliance with Venus going?”

I clear my throat, trying to come up with an answer. “well... we haven’t talked since.” I reply, fighting a sheepish smile.

“Your face tells me that you don't mind that one bit.” Vic replies with a laugh.

“No it’s just that Vee and I have a ... complicated relationship. One day we’re friends, the other day we’re enemies so... And I don’t always spend much one in the women’s room or wherever she spends her time in.” I quickly explain.

Victoria nods. “ I understand. Venus can be quite annoying.”

“Yeah she can.” I agree with a chuckle.

“Any other girls who are rather annoying, according to you?” Victoria asks with an amused smile.

“Uh.” I cough. “Stephanie. It’s just her good girl facade. And her ‘oh I’m so not into this drama’ attitude.”

“Urgh I know.” Vic says with a roll of eyes. “Like she's superior or something. So fake.”

I smile. “I knew you’d agree with me!” I laugh. “What about you? Any other er annoying girls?”

“All the others in general, with their constant blabbering.” She sighs. “I can't stay longer than 5 minutes in the women's room.”

I laugh. “Yeah that does seem like you.” I smile. “What about nice ones?”

“Aada is pretty cool actually. Venus is tolerable half of the time.” She then points to me. “And you're also considered to be a nice one.”

“Ah Aada. She sits opposite to me at the dining table but I’ve never really talked to her before.” I smile. “And thanks! You’re considered one of the nice ones as well!”

“I've never heard anyone say that before. But thanks.” She laughs. I tell it’s because she’s been pretty decent to me and she says it’s the same with me. She then asks me if I would like to box. After admitting I’m not too good at it, I agree to try. I find out that Victoria is a pretty good at it and so I ask her when did she learn to do that.

“A few years ago. I figured I should learn how to defend myself. I loved it ever since I started and never stopped. Plus it keeps me in shape.”

“Oh wow. That’s great. And yeah, my coach has always been telling me to take up boxing to stay in shape... It never happened.” I laugh.”

I mean I’ve tried it but that’s all that happened.”

She laughs along. “At least you've tried. What about you and dancing, when and why did you start?”

“Honestly I don’t even remember when did I start. “At around the age of two I guess. I used to do ballet back when we lived in Whites and then we moved to Hudson and I just stopped learning ballet. But I never stopped dancing! I love it as it makes me happy and of course it keeps me in shape as well.”

Victoria was amazed by my starting at around the age of two and I asked if she dances. Finding out she does, I quickly invite her to my coming birthday party and she agrees.

“Anyways, I think I’ll head over to the stationary bike... You wanna come or?” I say, deciding that I have had enough boxing.

“Yes let's go, train some of my leg muscles. “ She replies, following me.

We chat more as we worked out on the stationary bike and soon I got too tired to continue my workout so we bid farewell and I head back to my room to shower.

[imcginc]

THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS !!

holy cow !! it’s mar here. woah woah woah. is mar pulling out the ugly graphic skills to bring u a banner just to catch ur attention ? u got it right !! okay so i don’t normally get mushy on here, in fact, i dont even start many conversations on here, but hey, here’s a start. i’ve had this blog since june 16, 2015, and actually had it way before then ( but my idiotic self deleted all of my past posts, making the oldest post currently from that date ). i’ve met so many of you lovely babes and some of you have even been here since start to ... well now. and i love you all for it so damn much. i wish i knew all 200+ of you guys more and chatted with you guys way more. i remember coming back to this blog after a hiatus and receiving so much love in return for coming back, and i had never ever had that happen before. so thank you. thank you from the bottom of my heart. thank you for putting up with my shit writing. thank you for putting up with my annoying gaps between replies. just thank you for being here with me on this ~journey~ of some sort. of course, thank you from my two oldest muses that are not retired, miss zara bradley and mister naseem javaad themselves. not only them, but thank you to my current main muses, my retired muses, my new muses, and even the muses in the making. they all love you. 

my closest buddies on here –– this one is for you

@moonlightisms ☾ my boo. my angel. my saving grace. moi beautiful baby grill. how could i not start off with you. you came into my life and just took over like my ass aint gonna have many muses by the time u r done with me. im so happy that we started talking and got closer together and god damn i just love you to pieces. from the random makeup looks you randomly get the urge to do to the succulent on ur vanity dying to ur boyfriend telling me to back off ( bc lets be real, he’s scared imma steal u away ), i love u forever n ever.

@dxrkparadise-xx ☾ my BABY !!! you are really the person i have known the LONGEST on here, and quite frankly, i believe you are one of the very first people i have ever talked to on here. i remember being so scared to talk to u bc shit !! ur amazing and i was admiring from many miles away ( at least i think – ok im tryna be cute, NEXT ! ). i will always remember ivy n naseem being fucking adorable even tho naseem was being a lil h*e n really started dating her bc his friends bet him to and lil phoenix n zara running around after each other. i love u i love u i love u from the bottom of my heart

@tragicallybcautiful // @lemoniisms ☾ my cool pal. hehe get it .. bc im on ur cool pal list. and quite frankly that’s an honor and holy shit did it make me cry when i saw that. ive known u for so damn long and i will never forget that u gave me my first poly thread with lil ol’ jett n matthias getting high in the disneyland parking while zara was getting a seat on the tram for the three of them. the original ot3 and they will always have a place in my heart just like you will have a place in mine. you have been there for me for ages and i always squeal when i see you online or when u pop into my inbox. i love u !!!

@imfalling4u ☾ hi baby . i dont know if you will ever read this but i really miss you. i was creeping on my freehosted page bc thats where that online thing was and saw someone on our thread page n i teared up bc i remember being so excited n waiting for replies from you and running from one end of the house to the other when i saw my phone light up with the lil notif that you reblogged my post. i miss you so much and its been like ? a good few months since ive seen you online and i miss u n maybe when u log back on n see this u will smile bc thats all i want. i love u i love u i love u

and now, to my babies that i follow and admire from afar / love our threads to death 

@desperationhq @scandclovs @khcleesis @6ix-bae @postuxre @lostcrew @notoricus @drivelikeidc @royallty @lxstbrain  && . feat my favorite muse blogs –– @museinspo @musinghq @musingisms

ok that’s it. that’s my moment of mushy-ness. i love u all and i cant wait to see what the next milestone has in store.