psa. i want to roleplay against your muses who most people over look. i want to roleplay against your little hidden gems who never get enough attention. i want to roleplay against your first draft muses and watch them turn into the final copy. i want to roleplay against the muses who have a different backstory, the muses with underused face claims, the muses who aren’t good people, the muses who are possibly too good. the muses that you feel like are neglected… let me love them.
bold the traits of each type of love that are most relevant to your muse italicize those that are less relevant cross out those that completely miss the mark
ALL TYPES OF LOVE ARE VALID WITH BOTH BENEFITS AND PITFALLS. PEOPLE EXHIBIT THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE, BUT TEND TO FOLLOW TRENDS. EVERYONE EXPERIENCES MORE THAN ONE.
PRIMARY LOVE
[ EROS – ROMANTIC LOVE ( Sensuality, Intensity, Passion ) ] feels strong physical and emotional connection through the relationship || begins with a partner who is a stranger and evokes immediate excitement || may be exclusive but not possessive || seeks early sexual adventure, variety and technique || is ready for love and the risks
[ LUDUS – COMPETITIVE LOVE ( Teasing, Attention, Fun Before Commitment ) ] is not ready to commit to anyone || has no intention of falling in love || is anxious about a partner who is too intimate || allows early sexual activity only for fun, without emotional connections ( with conditions )
[ STORGE – FAMILIAL LOVE ( Loyalty, Siblings and Friends, Commitment ) ] is not looking for love but is ready if encountered || is quietly possessive but not overly jealous || believes love comes from friendship but not a goal of life || only has sexual desires after commitment is declared
SECONDARY LOVES
[ MANIA – OBSESSIVE LOVE ( Obsessions, Possessiveness, Jealousy ) – Ludus-Eros ] is anxious about falling in love and has expectations of pain || quickly becomes overwhelmed by thoughts of their partner || forces partner into showing affection and emotion || is easily frustrated and does not enjoy sexual intimacy || is very possessive and jealous
[ AGAPE – ALTRUISTIC LOVE ( Unbreakable, Forgiveness, Wholistic ) – Eros-Storge ] is attracted to several types of people || meets people easily so most likely will begin with a stranger || feels concern and cares for each partner they have || is neither jealous nor obsessive || enjoys sex and is willing to improve it
[ PRAGMA – PRACTICAL LOVE ( Rationality, Realism, Collaboration ) – Storge-Ludus ] is certain of their preferable “types” || begins a relationship with an already familiar person || believes a loving relationship is desirable for a happy life || expects reciprocation with feelings || believes sexual compatibility can be worked out
Blaine had stopped by Dalton again, and seemed fit to crash the Warbler’s practice. Not that anyone really minded having the shorter be there, certainly not Sebastian. Oh no. He was more than pleased to see him there, with a smirk curling up on his lips. This was where the other truly belonged, it’s a shame he couldn’t see it for himself apparently. Ah, it was both cute, and a little frustrating. The other watched them sing, heard Sebastian’s solo, and how they danced of course. They were tempted to pull Blaine into their little group, but they had to get this number down. Sebastian already knew the steps like the back of his hand… some still needed work. So he resisted the need to reach out, and tug Blaine among their number like that first meeting. Perhaps another day. Eventually they reached the end, everyone wanted to talk to him, they missed their sweet Blaine. Who could blame them. Eventually the taller dragged him away, a hand at the small of his back leading him away to get a much needed coffee.
The smirk turns into a genuine smile.“If you keep coming back so often, you might as well transfer back, B,” he uttered with his tone playful. He was anything, but joking about that.
“How you’ve been Blaine? Any weekend plans?”
Drawn back. Again. The only reason he’d let himself think of was them. Not him. Not the things he said or made him think about. Or how Sebastian genuinely seemed to want to know him. Or that Sebastian was like a new book. Every page closer to figuring out some mystery that was right underneath your fingertips but you couldn’t lay your eyes on yet. This was a dangerous sort of draw. Blaine saw the way the other looked at him. Knew that the outlandish things he said–Sebastian meant. Then would talk himself out of knowing those things ten minutes out the door. A paper thin sort of convincing that left him thinking about it late at night. When he should be asleep. No. He came here for them. For Dalton. Not him.
Blaine sat on the smooth leather chair that was his all time favorite in one of the safest, warmest places he’s ever known. Carefully placed heels lightly pressed into the edge of his seat cushion, arms loosely wrapped across his shins as he listened. They were perfect as always. God, he could feel the pull to get up and join them so bad that settling in the way he had was probably the only thing keeping him put. Well, that and respecting their work. He barely had enough time to stand before arms were around him and he raced to answer all the questions and listen to them do the same to the ones he asked, or receive his breathless accolades. Chattering away with everyone around, hazel gaze occasionally drifting towards Sebastian. Until their was a hand on the small of his back, his breathing skipping before he caught it again and he followed where he was lead.
“I know they’d like that but I can’t. Besides.. From what I just heard? You don’t need me to have an edge on the competition. Trust me. You guys are..wow. I’m impressed. You’re doing a great job,” he smiled trying to hide how the mention of transferring always made him feel.
Fingertips mindlessly toyed with the hem of the pillow underneath his head, arm reaching up and back so he could trace the seam of the pillowcase. A lazy night watching movies sprawled out on Kurt’s bed. There wasn’t a better way to spend a weekend. Not a single one he could think of. When Kurt suggested he come over, Blaine was more than happy to accept. Spending time with Kurt outside of Dalton was becoming a habit. One he was enjoying very much.
Sometime during the Elephant Love Medley–he ended up stopping toying with the cotton texture and loosely laced his arm around Kurt’s middle, head resting against the other’s shoulder. A much better resting place than Kurt’s pillow. So? He told him. Even if it interrupted another important scene nearly thirty minutes past him settling in.
Soft silk against his cheek. The warmth of Kurt underneath it. If he wasn’t careful–he was going to fall asleep and it’d be all Kurt’s fault for being so comfy. Talking was a means of keeping himself awake as well as giving Kurt a well-deserved compliment. As far as pillows went? His friend was an A+.
“You’re welcome. Only being honest,” he met Kurt’s gaze when he finally drew his attention from the movie away to get it. Not realizing he’d had it all along. His cheek pressed more firmly down and he just watched him. An endearing smile lingered and he squeezed Kurt softly before relaxing again. Bare toes wiggled back and forth as he took in a breath and let it go in a content, quiet sigh. Kurt’s eyes were so blue and green. Was it okay to try to memorize every hue inside them? You don’t really do that to friends, do you? Didn’t stop him from wanting to..
“Thank you for inviting me over,” he squinted when he found gray, “It beats a quiet house. Or staying at Dalton all weekend. Not that I mind that. But this is much nicer.”
Even though he had waited for what had felt like an eternity, Barry was very much aware the only means of transportation that could have gotten him to the other side of the city in such a short length time would have had to be a rocket ship, which was why he had his legendary ‘crazy Uber driver’ excuse at a ready in case the other asked any questions. The moment he turned to meet an open door, however, all of those he had been moulding over since his arrival were blow away as though by means of a breeze.
“Hey!,” he therefore greeted back with a bright grin, deaf to whatever had embarrassed Blaine about his original form of greeting. “Well, I mean, since you’re asking so nicely,” he then proceeded to tease, raising a shoulder as he stepped inside. Eyebrows rose in surprise at the sight of candles and wine, not because he disapproved, but rather because he himself was used to being the one receiving somebody else with such a scenery. “Wow…”
Getting a bit awestruck at first seeing Barry was something Blaine wouldn’t get use to but was sort of learning to expect. It’d been forever (or at least it felt that way) since he’d let someone in close enough to make him feel the way Barry was beginning to make him feel. Excited to see someone. To be near them, even. The idea of having something like they were beginning to become used to be such a daydream that was best left as nothing more than that in his book. Enter the late summer storm of last year and being holed up in a music sheet store for shelter for the night that, thankfully, wasn’t spent alone and, with it, Barry. His guard and easy obliviousness to daring to chip away the wall Blaine never thought he’d build just crumbled. One chip at a time. Until there was nothing more than cinder blocks of a foundation and Blaine stood staring down at it wondering how or why he’d ever constructed it to begin with.
Missing the chance with Barry would’ve been a shame bouncing off the walls and never getting in. And, yet, it was such a subtle thing that now had him decorating the entire living room just for a late night visit. Oh and don’t forget the wine. Letting Barry enter first–Blaine stuck a bit behind and watched as he glanced around and took notice of everything he’d put into getting things ready to have him over. A tiny knot formed in his belly thanks to the voice in the back of his head. Was it too much? “It’s not too much..is it? I just.. You’re always doing such nice things for me. I wanted the chance to return the favor and this time you couldn’t stop me.”
you’re a once and a lifetime kind of friend..
Fox, I adore you. I’m thankful every day that you and I met via this little roleplay adventure of ours. You’ve brought so many late night laughs, love and support into my life. Anyone who knows you is lucky to have crossed paths with you and got to have you in their world for keeps. I’m so glad I get to call myself one of them. I cherish our friendship. You amazingly talented, beautiful soul.
happy birthday to the sweetest scariest person i know..
Eyes practically glued to the flatscreen on opposite side of his bedroom, Kurt bit down on his bottom lip as the other Warbler’s words interrupted a pivotal scene in the night’s movie; the sound of gentle breaths hitting close to his own chest proving far too distracting for him to think about anything but Blaine, Blaine, Blaine as he desperately tried to keep up with the main characters’ dialogues.
They’d been going about this dance for a while. His heart frantically skipping a beat in his throat every time their hands so much touched while Blaine continued to remain nothing but complete and utterly unaware of his true feelings and intentions— serenading some other teenage boy at the mall on Valentine’s Day only the cherry on top to what Kurt could only really believe to be the disaster crush of a lifetime.
He hadn’t realized just how head over heels he had been in love with him.
Maybe being gay and the only out student at his school for so long, he had just raised the bar far too high for anyone to ever live up to his expectations. Watching Moulin Rouge on a Friday night, from the comfort of his bed, with a boy, after just having shared an impromptu home cooked dinner with his dad; Kurt didn’t think there could ever be anything beyond wishful thinking.
And yet, here he was. Cute as a button and definitely snuggling up against the soft cashmere silk fabric of his authentic Marc Jacobs sweater. Thank God his dad had requested for them to keep the door open.
“I— thank you for the compliment,” he finally breathed, his expression softening and blue green hues suddenly finding themselves shamelessly distracted as he couldn’t help but soon mirror the other’s smiles upon gazing down at hisbest friend still resting quietly against him.
Cosette didn’t expect any of them to come to her and ask her to come in. “Oh, I-I wouldn’t want to intrude on your fun. You guys seem like you’re having a great time, you have great voices. I-I wouldn’t want to be in the way.” The thing is that Cosette believed she was this bubble of sadness, that she’ll always be that. That she’ll bring sadness where ever she went, that she didn’t deserve to be happy because happiness didn’t exist in her world. She didn’t even recognize what they were singing, she was very cut off from the outside world, never listened to any musicals or any of that.
Blaine saw her hesitation and how unsure she was about coming in. Her reaction sparked an immediate response to erase any fear whatsoever she had about entering the choir room. No one who wants to be there should feel like they didn’t belong. She loved the music, right? That was reason alone she could stay and, at the very least, listen. “Intrude? You’re not going to do any such thing. No one intrudes on glee club.” He laughed quietly, correcting himself with a joke to ease her nerves. “Well, with a few exceptions to people who love to come in here and cause trouble because they don’t have anything better to do. Coach Sue being the first to come to mind.”
“Come on.” His leaned towards the inside of the room trying to beckon her to follow with a playful grin. “You can sit with me? I promise. If you liked what you heard in the hallway? You’ll love the way they sound in here..”
Hearing a child that small use a word like horrendous would have been impressive. If it wasn’t aimed directly at him. Blaine sat stunned, mouth partially open as he subconsciously closed the top button of his vest as if a mere inch worth of fabric being shut would somehow fix the problem. Hazel gaze shifted towards the parent sitting in the seat next to the little ball of sass. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. A half-embarrassed laugh and a quick apology? Or a frustrated roll of his eyes and a ‘sorry, it’s close to naptime’ excuse? Either one of those would be perfectly acceptable. Kids will be kids.
Neither one happened..
His jaw dropped even further when the parent not only backed their child up, he reaffirmed the insult and had Blaine’s gaze dropping down to the plaid Perry Ellis print he was wearing. “I..um.” Burrowing his brows, he tried to regain some semblance of knowing the English language back and once the initial shock wore off? The fact he was offended settled in. He wasn’t, and never would be, the type to be mean to a child. However? Fine. You know what? More than one way to have a comeback. Turning his expression upside down, he looked back to the little one and smiled gently.
“Hi. My name is Blaine Anderson. I bet you didn’t know I work for a school close by. Guess what?” Digging into the leather satchel he carried, he withdrew a rather obnoxiously large chocolate bar with the Dalton Academy emblem on the front. One of those sorts of candy bars all schools sold. “We’re having a fundraiser for the Humane Society. It’s a place that helps lost and sad animals be safe until they can find families to love them. I’m supposed to be selling these but,” without asking he handed the bar to a pair of waiting tiny hands, “You can have one. Maybe if you like it? Daddy will buy another.” There was enough sugar and caffeine in that chocolate to have two kids hanging off the ceiling. Insult A Stranger-Junior was the sole owner. They melted quick, too. An added bonus.
That’s when he met Jesse’s gaze again. A sparkling sense of justice and amusement dancing in his. Next time, maybe someone would keep their insults to themselves. After they unattached their messy, chocolate faced and handed child from the rafters.
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