okay friends , i am finally trying to get started here on indie after quite a few years of being off the indie scene. but i am honestly thrilled to get back into the swing of things. as said , it's taken me quite some time to get started and these days i barely know how to get started again —— that being said … consider this a PLOTTING CALL ! ! ! ! ! !
. . . . . . . . . . sooooo , if you would possibly be interested in writing together — like this and i will contact to potentially write together. ♥
" trust me, the last thing i want to be doing is wasting my energy on you. hate ? actually , how about extremely aggravating and borderline intolerable ? you seem pretty good at ruining your own day, so i guess that’s a talent. no need for me to step in. "
˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . ↪ closed for @velvetysage ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .
"for someone who claims that they hate me so much, you surely do enjoy staring at me.. did you need something? or did you just pop up to ruin my day?"
a plot where muse a receives the wedding invitation for muse b’s wedding , but finds out that in the back of the invitation there is a handwritten note saying ‘ i’m getting married to someone else , but you’re the true love of my life ’ . i live for this type of angst .
standing in the private elevator that led up to alec’s penthouse, céleste couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just stepped into an episode of succession — or something equally absurdly wealthy. it was rare that a client had their own gym — even rarer that she would be the one making the house call. but then again . . this felt different. she wasn’t nervous. céleste didn’t get nervous. especially not when it came to work. and this was just work. that’s what she kept telling herself. but as the elevator climbed, the thought she had been trying to suppress surfaced once again — why did she keep thinking about him? she was hardly the type to let a man occupy space in her mind. detached, selective, uninterested — that was how she had always played the game. and yet, somehow, alec had managed to slip past those defenses, taking up more real estate in her thoughts than she was willing to admit. shaking her head slightly, she exhaled, forcing the thought away. this was a session, like any other. it might be his home, but in her mind, she still held the upper hand. she always did. by the time the elevator dinged, announcing her arrival, she had already slipped back into her usual, unshakable confidence. stepping forward with her head high, her voice rang out, smooth and effortless. "hello? alec?"
♡ closed starter delivery for @velvetysage
casually resting his back against the wall, alec kept his eyes on the private elevator as the numbers ticked up. he wasn’t nervous per se, but there was a certain anticipation stirring in his nerves, a rare feeling he wasn’t about to analyze too deeply. celeste was fiery, quick-witted and undeniably attractive to the point where it was impossible for one not to look twice, and while he wasn’t the sort of guy that let himself get caught up over a girl, alec had to admit that she was able to get under his skin. their first meeting at the elysian party had given him a taste of what it was like to be around her, and now she was about to step into his territory (all business, no games... at least, theoretically). rolling his shoulders back, he waited with bated breath as the lift stopped on the penthouse floor. whatever happened next, he was ready for it.
the arconia is a grand and luxurious apartment building in new york city, home to the wealthy and powerful. behind its elegant walls, residents hide secrets—affairs, betrayals, and even crimes. when a shocking death shakes the building, suspicion spreads. in the arconia, luxury has a dark side, and no one is truly safe. -- ❜
damien lee, a junior associate at blackwood & carmichael law offices, was last seen at a valentine’s day party at the arconia. witnesses recall him involved in a heated argument with an unidentified individual shortly before he vanished. anyone with information about his whereabouts is urged to contact the new york city police department at 1(800) 839-2814 or email __missingpersons@nypd-info.com.
JOIN THE SERVER TODAY! LAUNCHING 2/14/2025.
135 posts