auspicious

multimuse rp acc

[auspicicus]

a slow activity multi muse & 1x1 blog as articulated by ollie.

𝗮 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦 𝗼𝗻: grounds to explore and expectations to analyze. a fertile land for stories to take root and bloom (or perish).

➤ wanted plots / memes / open starters

𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 & 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓:

blog written by ollie , over the age of 25.

- this is a slow to medium activity blog. i like plotting or winging it off an initial idea.

- mature content will be present, but no taboo or dead dove or whatever it's called. don't follow me if you partake in that, either.

- i'm half/half when it comes to using gifs. sometimes you will see them, sometimes you won't. it'll depend on available resources and my time in here.

- open to write but won't follow if i see too much content that's not writing. i like a dash without clutter to read and enjoy.

- all muses are au friendly. i've made the decision to situate them as slice of life but all have fantasy verse options as well.

𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 —

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ teresa sandoval, pilates trainer, fc: fiona palomo

a study on: passion and life, leisure and discipline, and growing.

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ eda yavuz, lawyer (nepo baby), fc: rabia soytürk

a study on: calm and chaos, when to lose and when to exercise control, and making decisions.

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ supalak chaisawat (lala) , artist / art curator , fc: mookda narinrak

a study on: perception, beauty and deception, and how to draw (oneself out).

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ geum hwayoung , orchard owner , fc: go younjung

a study on: how to integrate the new with the old, technique with intuition, and feeling with reason.

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ moon hyesu , librarian / vigilante , fc: jung somin

a study on: reason vs emotion, vengeance, and resignation.

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ erkin ceren, delivery operations director, fc: deniz can aktaş

a study on: impulse control, desire vs. obligation, humor and its boundaries.

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ federico santos , ranch worker , fc: michael cimino

a study on: gentleness and roughness, buried pasts, and nurture vs. nature.

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ son taewoo, industrial engineer, fc: heo namjun

a study on: decisions and consequences, clinging and letting go, and progressing.

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ arthur parsons, actor, fc: archie renaux

a study on: hiding, hard work vs talent, and discovering how to not accept the world.

[niziui]

she  should  probably  emote  less  —  that's  what  had  gotten  her  into  this  situation  to  begin  with.  a  few  too  many  wayward  glances  in  erkin's  direction,  a  little  bit  of  something  that  looked  too  endearing  and  soft  to  be  gone  unnoticed  by  anyone.  it's  only  fair  to  jump  in  the  opposite  direction  —  feign  disgust  and  hope  for  the  best.  "severe.  some  might  say  life  threatening.  the  doctors  told  me  it's  terminal,"  she  lets  out,  sweeping  her  hair  over  her  shoulders.  "wha  —  well,  then  maybe  you  should  stop  looking  at  me!  that  would  surely  solve  some  problems."  that  way,  he  wouldn't  notice  the  dusting  of  pink  forming  over  cheeks.

[auspicicus]

well, damn. is all hope lost? isn't her answer telling him to drop dead? that's what it feels like and he's an expert at reading between lines. (not even close). "i'm a dying man?" a low whistle and a shake of his head later, he decides it's time to stop playing dumb to soften this harsh rejection. "right... so since you don't like me..." a quick peek to make sure she's not having regrets about this all confirms what she's said: she doesn't. look at her, all red in the face with anger. he's doomed. "okay, since that's a definite no. help me out set a dating profile, nur. i need a good picture."

[gcholdtrops]

     found it miraculous how one picture, one little lie to ward off unwanted attention from a guy, could lead to the two of them sitting like this, hands intertwined and going over what story to form  —-  to sell a tale of them falling for one another. two acquaintances turning lovers, straight out of a manuscript for a cringy, sweet series.  “ mmh, depends on the situation and who i'm talking to. ”  sarin's best friend could potentially look straight through him, everybody having that singular person who'd never be fooled by white lies ; that being his biggest worry.

then he's called out, the lack of being seen with a significant other or even being out on dates. the words makes him shift around in his seat a bit, thick brows slightly pushing together before he's looking over at her  ;  bambi's expression somehow easing up his more stern gaze, knowing she had meant it playfully so, homme needed to calm down.  “ that's because it doesn't happen that often, me being interested in somebody else... ”

pad of his thumb starts to caress along femme's hand, tongue running out over lips.  “ so, that'd make you special... ”  minor smile traces his lips, gaze lifting to meet opposite hues. “ what's... what is your experience with dating ? ”  inquiring, curiosity glinting in both orbs while trying to find some sort of middle ground, while also getting to know her more  —-  felt necessary for this entire act to work successfully.

[auspicicus]

her interest piques, only spurred by her curiosity. them having mutual friends, bambi will readily admit she likes sarin, as an acquaintance. after a long time of sharing hangouts, though, she finds this might be the first time they talk just the two of them. could they be marching into becoming friends?

it's a twisted path to do so, yet it excites her some.

it's this comfortable sensation that has her at ease while holding hands, despite the new gesture and how intimate it could be interpreted (though, this is more child's play than an actual display of interest). to her, this now means just two friends scheming, not an ounce of real romance sparking between them.

"really?" again, curiosity awakens, and despite the expression in his face (she thinks he's seizing her up), femme moves closer. despite his claim at inexperience, her thoughts reason the opposite: sarin is not as clueless as he might call himself. so far, he's doing great.

"why do you think your interest is seldom? is that question too personal?" now that he's giving her way... she's unstoppable. her mind is made up: this charade of romance will protect her now but she does expect at friendship to blossom at the end of it. "my experience?" she ponders on it briefly, weighing her words before opting for honesty.

"i like dating," which directly translates to she does it a lot. her tales of romance are not unfamiliar to her friends, though her success rate is to be considered... not many men are equipped to deal with her complex work hours and those around her that do... well, it rarely ends well between them. "wait... are you the affectionate type? not a lot? does it bother you?" this is probably where they need to plan a bit, since there are people who know them well enough to spot the farce in here.

[enbloom]

❝  i'm not crazy,  eda.  something's different.  you're different.  ❞    eyes squint in their pursuit,  chasing whatever miniscule shift may (or may not) occur in the other's expression.    ❝  see!  you're looking at me different.  ❞

[auspicicus]

panic clouds her judgement and blinds her decisive eyes. in this moment, eda recalls and copies what she hates most: a man caught. "are you sure? i think it might be my new hair treatment," gaslighting someone? she can't recognize herself anymore. but the sheer panic of confessing and losing aspen feels like her own personal hell. "see? glossy, no frizz? my fringe has never looked better," fingers run smoothly through her hair, an extreme attempt to keep her feelings hidden.

[urtypes]

                                    almost      feels      like      this      wasn't      real      life      ,      and      maybe      that      was      for      the      best      ,      but      the      diminutive      assurance      the      other      gives      has      another      plethora      of      confessions      ready      to      rapid      fire      off      the      tip      of      her      tongue      .      hues      dilated      ,      another      dead      give      away      of      the      tipsy      state      she      wades      within      .      ❝      i      just      ⸻      i      can't      stop      thinking      about      you      .      i      know      ,      you're      my      best      friend      ...      this      feeling's      not      going      away      ,      though      .      ❞

[auspicicus]

oh, woe. what is this song? whatever tune plays between them now sounds louder than what they're screaming at the top of their lungs in the background. she wishes this was real, not a late night occurrence, so that this sweet lull could be for a little longer. though they might share the same melody, their lyrics might be a little lost in the beat... "i think about you all the time, too," truth or lie? is this moment she's getting caught up in or a real one? a little less alcohol and she might be able to tell... but here comes their latest round of requested cocktails so who the hell knows?

[gcholdtrops]

     only times they've been seen together, was surrounded by the rest of their mutual friends, never directly walking side-by-side nor exchanging words. so, for this to also seem real to them  —-  that posed to be the actual challenge. head turns, facing her as she's speaking out her ideas, slowly nodding with plumb brims pressing together habitually.  “ that could work... ”  face looks forward again while digits is seen rubbing alongside one another, a coping mechanism while his brain's cogwheels started twisting inside his mind  ;  knowing the next biggest obstacle for them would be in performing affection naturally, like they weren't just having the longest conversation for the first time.

 “ so, one time prior to this episode, something happened and i was there ? ”  side glimpsing at her as his hands come undone, reaching over with a slight halt halfway, pondering, before committing to his act. fingers find her petite hand, gently gliding in in between her fingers to lock them with his  ;  touch gentle and smooth, only issue was how awkward and stiff his wrist looked.  “ i'm guessing it'll be hardest to convince our closest friends, wouldn't it ? ”  speech still somewhat gentle, knowing his own would be suspicious as first, but eventually understand why a woman like bambi was able to melt the ice away around his heart  —-  he just needed to be more relaxed in their act, which would be the toughest thing now. / @auspicicus

[auspicicus]

is a surprise always unexpected? or are there some expected ones? her critical thinking abilities are not watered down but never in her wildest conjectures would sarin help her out or them devising a plan for the ensuing week.

and while her mind races considering the characteristics of surprises, it also works to craft up their plan together.

a surprise for their friends, which reminds her that his words are not untrue. selling it will be another story altogether. so the easiest route is the one they should take, for themselves as well. "yeah, we can go with that," he's thinking and that's easy to spot. bambi gets her thinking cap on as well, rattled off her head when his hand finds hers. slowly, their fingers tangle and her expression turns dazed, focusing on him so his eyes won't stuck to their hands (or the way her throat suddenly feels heavy).

"i think..." she lets her gaze fall to their hands for a beat, then back to him again, "you're a better actor than i probably am." she offers a slight smile to him, partially teasing him with a familiarity that they are yet to explore. "is this how you are when you're flirting? i can't say i've ever seen you... interested in someone before."

[niziui]

a somewhat fond expression abruptly fades into something more like annoyance — nur's face contorting in disgust. even if he isn't entirely off base ( granted, she would hardly admit to it ), what kind of sick individual would point it out so nonchalantly. “you're an idiot. you know that, right?” she comments, rolling her eyes and ignoring inquisition all together.

[auspicicus]

ouch. an undiscrebably expression of repulsion later, he's got the message. what's left to do? laugh it out, erkin, laugh it out. what's the saying? rejection is just redirection. yeah, fuck that, his confidence is a little fragile right now and his ego feels bruised. "i've been told. but listen... how severely do you think this idiocy may be? -- also, you donpt need to do that expression, i get it, alright." hardy har har.

[enbloom]

muse      ❀      aspen  camire  /  she&her  /  twenty5  /  bisexual.

❝   i  don't  need  proof   —   i  can  feel  it.   like,   in  my  heart.   ❞

[auspicicus]

"what? that's crazy. you're crazy," crazy spot on. holy shit, someone lend her a saving hand over here. it's a two inch deep pool and she's drowning in it. a nightmare she can't wake up indeed.

[ezhypen]

              𓍢ִ໋ ・ ✿ ‎ ˚ ༉ ࣪ ˖  ꫂ               eyes    narrowed    imperceptibly    at    that    sentence    ⸻    not    the    inquiry    itself    ,    but    the    sediment    behind    it    .    because    of    course    the    old    man    wasn’t    interested    in    how    he’d    escaped    consequences    .    no    .    he    was    asking    how    creative    he’d    gotten    with    it    .    such    a    perilous    thing    to    ask    that    of    someone    from    his    bloodline    .       ❛    first    of    all    ,    ❜       expression    arranged    itself    into    something    of    theatrical    affront    as    homme    reclined    further    into    leather    cushions    ,       ❛    i’d    appreciate    if    you    stopped    sounding    so    proud    every    time    i    commit    a    misdemeanor    .    ❜       despite    complaint    ,    grin    forming    across    boyish    countenance    betrayed    protest    entirely    .       ❛    second    …    technically    speaking    ,    i    didn’t    get    out    of    it    .    ❜       earned    himself    exactly    half    a    second    of    dramatic    silence    before    hand    rose    in    languid    clarification    .       ❛    i    just    redirected    the    conversation    long    enough    for    somebody    else    to    start    crying    in    the    lobby    .    ❜       corners    of    his    mouth    twitched    upward    with    unconcealed    satisfaction    .    there    it    was    again    —   that    slick    little    arrogance    he’d    inherited    so    directly    from    erkin    it    was    almost    insulting    .       ❛    anyways    ,    i’m    banned    from    that    building    now    .    only    temporarily    ……    i    think    .    ❜

[auspicicus]

some austrian guy in the late 1800s pushes forward a revolutionary idea: words instead of drugs. and suddenly all children in the world are holding their parents under a microscope; dissecting, watching, analyzing. "do you think you're more an apple or another fruit?" you know, since he's not fallen far from the tree. and it amuses erkin, watching those minuscule changes in expression, from judgy to excitement. that's definitely his kid. "so you did... but no ban is permanent. it's only a suggestion, you can go back in a few years," he lunges back in his seat, the picture of relaxation and idleness. "have i ever told you the time i stole some wine from a very cranky, very wild deity? he banned me from a wineyard, too. long story short, we sit there every saturday for casual chit chat, so no ban is permanent." lessons for life and life for lessons... whatever, it gets muddy in his sandals.

[ezhypen]

              𓍢ִ໋ ・ ✿ ‎ ˚ ༉ ࣪ ˖  ꫂ               ❛    it’s    not    bullshit    ,    dan    .    i’m    serious    .    ❜       gaze    cut    past    breadth    of    broad    shoulder    towards    the    bottle    blonde    he’d    been    entertaining    earlier    ⸻   pretty    in    the    way    of    something    disposable    ,    eager    enough    for    someone    who    didn’t    know    any    better    ,    and    most    damningly    ,    the    kind    of    girl    that    wouldn’t    stick    around    .    exactly    the    type    xeriz    wouldn’t    think    about    twice    …    under    normal    circumstances    .    hated    that    she’d    noticed    at    all    .    even    more    so    how    the    image    of    them    together    had    wedged    itself    beneath    her    skin    like    a    splinter    impossible    of    digging    out    .    dainty    limbs    crossed    over    chest    ,    manicured    nails    biting    into    the    soft    flesh    of    elbow    as    she    resisted    the    urge    to    roll    her    eyes    .       ❛    i    didn’t    realize    we    were    back    to    you    collecting    girls    at    the    bar    like    loyalty    punch    cards    .    ❜

[auspicicus]

patience runs thinner by the second, eludes the string of logic that ties his thoughts together. as it snaps, he's reminded that every time it is xeriz who holds the scissors, a cruel fate cackling at the struggle of his heart against his mind. "i can see you are," tone lacks any empathy as her eyes go beyond his shoulders and it dawns on him. the girl from earlier, just another blurry face in the crowd, one he'd barely exchanged three phrases with. and there it is, a confirmation of his suspicions, "i can't believe this is a conversation we are having." on the other hand... a sick satisfaction runs through him, a slight appreciation of her possessiveness even here.

[auspicicus]

open to anyone

steps are silent as she stands in front of her work, pensive look as her mind conjures what new lines, colors and spaces she would use to convey what she has already painted. deaf to her surroundings, lala miraculously comes to when words of critique are offered, "can you repeat that?" no offense but genuine interest comes from shared interpretation.

[auspicicus]

open to anyone

it's a night out and time moves slowly until they hold a conversation. loud noise turns into a nuisance, and a sudden proposal spouts from taewoo's mouth, "at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?"

[auspicicus]

continued from here

sweet, sweet time in his arms. charming words sprinkle their conversation, melting the sugary disposition she brings. it is no wonder she folds in the presence of dean dilaurentis or that she finds herself captivated in the warmth of his arms. breath bubbles inside her lungs as they share a kiss, not as sweet as their previous interaction. gently, she pats his chest, seeking some distance between them to let air in once again, "slow down a little, no need to hurry, dean."

[ezhypen]

              𓍢ִ໋ ・ ✿ ‎ ˚ ༉ ࣪ ˖  ꫂ               ❛    okay    ,    but    in    my    defense    …    i    genuinely    thought    that    was    legal    .    ❜

                    𝓭𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 ... @auspicicus ༝

[auspicicus]

classic. there is not an ounce of doubt that this child is his. from another time and life, a divinely intervened appearance in between. "you know what? i tell my dad the same." a quiet snicker, hearty laughter to color in the scene. "so how did you get out of it?"

[ezhypen]

              𓍢ִ໋ ・ ✿ ‎ ˚ ༉ ࣪ ˖  ꫂ               ❛    do    you    actually    even    care    about    me    ?    ❜

                    𝓭𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 ... @auspicicus ༝

[auspicicus]

does he? it takes a minute for her words to sink in slip into his ear over the beats booming through the speakers. this is not his crowd. at all. multitudes, loud noises and idle chatter: all three things he loathes with a passion. yet she dares question him about caring. "i'm going to pretend you didn't ask that bullshit," it's only because he cares that he's here.

[auspicicus]

based on this ! @hypontize

"uh oh... what is that look?" there comes a moment in life when a man should learn to keep his mouth shut (plenty, actually). but like any man out there, erkin continues on with conviction and some hesitation, "don't tell me you have feelings for me."

[urtypes]

open      to      anyone      ,      introducing      sophie      ortega      . based      on .

                                    ❝      wish      i      could      tell      you      ,      i      think      about      you      all      the      time      ⸻      i'm      scared      to      death      that      i'll      be      wishing      for      you      for      the      rest      of      my      life      .      ❞      inebriated      state      provides      the      sense      of      illusionaries      ,      a      subtle      tactic      in      protecting      self      .      a      hard      truth      she'd      have      to      face      in      the      morning      ,      the      hypocrisy      in      stating      she      wished      she      could      speak      the      very      truths      spilling      from      brims      .

[auspicicus]

wish she could tell... and she does. controlled words spill out in a tandem, running wildly between the deafening silence that ensues. thoughts almost sober but the sweet temptation of these drinks buzzes through her, pulls her back into the safety of a drunkenly crafted scene. "don't be scared," a soft slur, quiet wave of words not graciously woven together yet, "i'm here, sophie."