Poly Rp - Tumblr Posts
open to: anyone. feel free assume connections between one or both muses. platonic and/or family connections are super welcome as well. muses: maximus wolfe, 35-45 & mia donovan, 21-25. ( joe manganiello fc & maggie lindemann fc ) plot: mia's trying out some halloween makeup on maximus for an upcoming event, and he's just being a grumpy old man about it. just a silly little thing 'cause i wanted to make a double muse starter tbh lol
maximus' massive frame looked completely out of place in the cramped makeup room as he sat in the creaky chair. the soft brushes danced across his skin while he stared at the ceiling, biting back a yawn. this was the part of his job he hated most: thematic events. he was here to wreck bodies in the ring, not be turned into some freak show. but he sat still, grumbling internally, and endured it because... well, he was getting paid for it. when mia finally gave him the okay to look, he slowly opened his eyes, and his reflection glared back at him. his face was painted with dark streaks and sharp lines that transformed him into some kind of werewolf, and all he could muster was a flat, "i look fucking stupid." his voice was low, gruff, and full of annoyance.
mia let out a quiet, knowing sigh, already bracing herself for his complaints before the man even opened his eyes. she crossed her arms and gave him a pointed look. "shut up, you look great," she shot back, a teasing edge to her voice that masked the satisfaction she got from her work. "it’s halloween - you’re supposed to look terrifying. can you tell him he looks great?" she turned to their spectator, raising an eyebrow in silent plea. maybe a second opinion could make the stubborn veteran see reason, though she wasn't holding her breath.
open to: m/nb. muses: darius stratus. 38-45. owner of a famous wrestling promotion/occasional wrestler & layla diamond, 25-30, valet/manager. ( chris hemsworth fc & christina aguilera fc ) plot: darius has just won his latest match and is back in his dressing room to celebrate. the three of them could be in a polyamorous relationship, or your muse could be a friend, co-worker, or anything along those lines. feel free to assume any connections.
“so… how’d i look out there?” he asked, though the smug grin on his face already gave away the answer. he flexed both arms, muscles bulging as he put on a full-blown gun show for the two people in his dressing room. "bet you couldn't keep your eyes off me, huh?" he boasted, dropping the pose with a chuckle before resting his hands on his hips. "anyway, what’s the plan now? are we heading out for a fancy dinner to celebrate me, or is one of you feeling brave enough to whip up something back at the hotel?”
layla leaned back against the couch, her arms crossed with a smirk on her lips. "you already know you crushed it, show-off," she teased, her eyes scanning his flexed biceps before rolling them dramatically. "as for dinner… please. you know damn well i’m not stepping anywhere near a stove. but i’m down to celebrate your big win out somewhere fancy. that is... unless someone else feels like showing off their cooking skills tonight?" she threw a playful glance toward the other, eyebrow raised in challenge.