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remember that there is a person behind the screen. you are not writing with an AI chatbot; you are writing with a real person with a life outside of the blog, with friends and family, responsibilities, work and school, health issues, etc. real life comes first. jobs come first. you are not being paid to be here, and neither are they. this is not an AI chat bot with instant replies; this is a person. remember to be mindful of their responsibilities and irl obligations and be kind.
𝙒𝙀𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘼 !
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.
she should go. she knew that. her workout was already mapped out in her head—every set, every rep—but standing there, his arms lazily draped around her, the gym didn’t feel quite as important. céleste curled her fingers loosely around the smoothie, her focus entirely elsewhere. the way he lingered, the way his lips brushed against her cheek like he wasn’t quite ready to let go either—it did something to her. his laugh hummed low in his chest, settling over her like something warm, something steady. and for a moment, she forgot all about the godforsaken smoothie she was about to pretend didn’t taste like chalk. his hand motioned toward the door, an easy, effortless gesture that brought another smile to her lips. for the first time in longer than she could remember, the gym wasn’t the first thing occupying her mind in the morning.— she had spent so long perfecting the art of distance, of keeping people at arm’s length, of never letting herself sink too deep into something that could slip through her fingers. yet, here she was as he opened the door for her like it was second nature—like looking after her was something he did without thought. and that was the thing. it wasn’t all the grand gestures that bowled her over, it was this. the small things, the moments between moments, the effortless way he made her feel like she didn’t have to hold herself so tightly all the time. grabbing her car keys, she moved to walk towards the door, standing before him, she tilted her head slightly, her free hand reaching up to toy with one of his curls, her eyes locking onto his before instinctively flickering to his lips. "you know," she murmured, her fingers curling lightly at the nape of his neck, holding onto him for just a second longer. "you're not making it easy for me to step out this door." then, she closed the space between them, pressing her lips against his. the warmth of him pulled her in, that familiar sensation of pure bliss intoxicating her like second nature. she let herself melt into him for a moment, into the way he made everything else fade into the background. when she finally pulled back, she let her eyes stay closed for another second, savoring it. then, with a small smirk, she whispered, "think the leg press might be upset if i cancel our date. i'll see you when i get back, yeah?"
the electrifying feeling of her lips against his cheek, was one that he hoped never dulled. he offered her the horrid excuse of a drink with his arms coming to lazily wrap around her. rather than go to the gym (he'd rather drop dead), he would suffer silently with her gone for the time being. "if it's nasty, just don't tell me." he laughs, returning the kiss to her cheek with rose tinted lips lingering before he pulls away to let her go. "let me walk you out." he grabs his hoodie off the back of the couch, tossing it over himself to protect him from the unforgiving winter air. he then made his way to hold the door open for her, his hand coming to motion her.
People who love cold weather are fucking weird. You like to freeze? You like to shiver?? You like when you take a step outside and the air stings your skin???
THE ❝ WE WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO FALL IN LOVE ❞ PLOT IDEAS LIST
muse A is more inexperienced romantically/sexually and has a horrible unrequited crush they’re trying to get over; they know muse B is sexually adventurous and approach them about a casual hookup to help them get past their feelings. it’s supposed to be platonic but they end up having good chemistry and keep finding themselves coming back to each other.
muse A is trying to get over an ex and muse B is known to prefer casual hookups rather than dating so muse A approaches them for rebound sex. as expected, they say yes. however, muse B has secretly been harboring feelings for them.
muse A is important to a loved one of muse B who made them promise to take care of muse A while they’re gone ( either on a death bed, separated by war, had to move etc. ). muse B is begrudging about the unwanted responsibility at first but over the course of their time spent together starts to develop romantic feelings. they know acting on it would compromise their promise, but they can’t help themselves.
muse A is inexperienced sexually and never quite seems to get any relationships to work. they approach the more experienced muse B and asks them to teach them, wanting to just get to have the experiences, having ‘given up on love.’ muse B is supposedly jaded towards committed relationships as well and has no problem agreeing, however they find themselves far more attracted to muse A than they first planned.
muse A and muse B are friends. neither of them have had much luck with relationships so they decide to platonically begin to hookup. it’s fun to explore and get experience with each other without all the expectations and pressure. however, they both start to develop feelings over time, and both assume it’s unrequited.
muse A is a prisoner and muse B is their guard, enemies of circumstance more than principle. they spend a lot of times stuck with each other which leads to them talking into the nights. muse B begins to grow and attachment and muse A finds themselves trusting them despite themselves. the only problem is muse A is likely to be executed.
COOPER KOCH attends the ysl beauty candy club in new york on february 6th 2025
céleste watched the smoothie with a blend of amused affection and gentle exasperation. there he was, caught in the middle of his own earnest experiment—blue eyes crinkling mischievously above the cutting board as he offered it with that familiar, irreverent grin. she couldn’t help but marvel at the effort behind it, especially since he was up at this hour, and there she was, clad in her gym outfit. "well," she mused silently, "maybe this is the magic that helps me push through that final rep." as she moved around the counter, her heart skipped a beat—not just at the sight of him, but at the way he seemed to notice even the tiniest details. with a soft smile, she leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. "why thank you baby," she murmured.
♡ closed starter for @velvetysage
maybe some of her antics had rubbed off on him because he was caught in the middle of making her a protein smoothie, which he knew wouldn't taste up to par. "hey, babe." blue eyes peek up at her from the cutting board. "figured you could take this to the gym with you."
