Notfrsale is a semi-selective multi muse blog with (mostly) OC muses that are crossover friendly, multi-ship & verse, cursed by Rose (they/them, 18+; time zone is EET/EEST). I’m always up for plotting, although I can be a bit slow sometimes. If you’re interested in plotting, but you’re shy to approach like me most of the times, feel free to like this post and I’ll message you.
@notfrsale | gets an angsty starter from emerson to anyone who wants him
“Do you love me?” Emerson was holding their gaze as he asked. He needed to know if it was worth to keeping fighting for them or if he didn’t have to bother waisting his time anymore. “It’s a simple question”
“I do. And that is the problem.” In an ideal love story, two characters having feelings for each other was a good thing. But this wasn’t a romance movie they were in, they were far from it. Casey couldn’t afford to fall in love. It was too risky. And it wasn’t like she didn’t witness or at least heard stories about how her adoptive family’s relationship progressed, especially after her father started doing what he did before he died. “And now you’ve got your answer. Happy now?”
‘how about a bet?’ bohyuk suggested, fingers brushing over the edge of the glass, his drink almost gone. 'you know, the movie cliche but a little more challenging. instead of seeing who from us gets a number, let’s pick two pairs of best friends and see who manages to be charming enough to convince the greatest judge to hand out the number.’
“Oh, okay! I like bets. I’m listening.” Azazel grinned and took a sip of his own drink, humming slightly as he listened to him. “You sure you want us to have that kind of bet. Because it’s obvious who would win and that winner is me.” He chuckled. One could call him a little too confident. But of course, he was confident, he was a demon of lust, it was in his nature to be extremely charming,
Lydia watches the other, pity in her eyes, before walking closer to her, fingertips brushing over Wren’s hand as a sign of her presence. “Walk with me, will you?” She requests before taking steps forward, a small smile slowly starting to tug on her lips. “C'mon, I want to show this special place to you.”
Wren rubbed her gloved hands slightly before her gaze lifted to look at Lydia. “Where?” She wasn’t exactly all that familiar with this area. She knew of some spots, but there was definitely a lot to explore. So she followed the other, rather curious about what she wanted to show her.
“No, why would I ever think that?!… Now that you bring it up though-” Elaine tried to remain mysterious and serious but absolutely failed at that. “No, no, I’m just messing with you. I would never think that.”
❛ The spotlight doesn’t suit me. I’m more of a side dish. ❜
“You know, that was exactly the same thing I thought until I became a singer and an actor.” One never really knew where life could take them. And life had an interesting sense of irony.
❛ I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept in days. I hate it, hate insomnia more than anything, just lying there, brain going round, tick, tick, tick, tick. ❜
“That sounds terrible. Is there anything I can help you with? I’ve heard that something that helps with sleep is meditation and yoga, helps with relaxing the mind and the body.”
CH1:Lost Ones. 
CH2:Wild Ones. 
CH3:Two-Faced. 
CH4:Game Over. 
