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kija. twenty-six. est. "you've got to grab onto that control and hold on for dear life. 'cause they always try to take it from you." this is a selective, independent roleplay acct.

[blackplanct]

welcome to blackplanct!

rules • muses • opens • wanted plots • wanted opposites • memes

mun is 26. timezone is est. semi-selective indie rp.

[isolctions]

izi doesn't budge at the stunned laughter that comes from the other woman in response to her rigid question, nor does she react to the compliment thrown at her feet. in fact, she just stares at ashanti with a nearly bored expression; almost urging the woman to get to the goddamn point with little more than a look. however, izidora does react when ashanti suggests that she invited her over to apologize. at that, her brow raises just slightly — this had to be a joke, right? "apologize for what?" izidora interrupted, leaning into the table a little to gesture in between them with her left hand. "apologize for the shit you was tweetin' 'bout me, or for the shit you was sendin' to him?"

irritation bubbled beneath her skin all over again at the audacity. she should've expected a slew of jilted lovers at their doorstep, but something about the way ashanti spoke about keith felt oddly personal; completely ignoring the question of their seriousness, the longevity of the relationship. she even starts to ignore the reminder that keith was actually ridiculous enough to conjure an entire fake family just to fuck with his parents. but when ashanti brings up meeting his mother, izidora felt a pit widen in her stomach. she has a soft spot for me. a painful pang settles in her chest, hearing this woman speak of an approval she never would get. "i met her." izidora's tone didn't give away the humiliation she felt as she recalled his mother's cruelty towards her. but the pit widens the more ashanti spoke, giving way to nausea.

maybe it was the baby, or maybe it was the callousness behind ashanti's next words, but izidora felt completely sick to her stomach. her jaw clenches tightly, swallowing down the bile creeping up her throat as the words settle. losing his favorite toy. she's reminded of the antics he pulled outside of her job, the way he'd gotten in her face over her absence. it aligned near perfectly with the example ashanti gave. was that all she was to him, really...? izidora felt numb as she dismisses the waiter with a shake of her head; she didn't want a fucking thing from ashanti, and she braves herself for what could've come next as she attempted to regain composure, iciness in her tone as she spoke. "yo' attention? you that desperate, you think he gon spend over four mil on somebody else for some fuckin' attention from you?"

[blackplanct]

when she finally recovered from the other woman's blunt confrontation, ashanti was dealt another blow: the glint of the dazzling rock on izidora's ring finger. she tried not to seem affected, but her eyes were locked on the perfect, round diamond, the sheer size of it. suddenly, the restaurant became a lot smaller, and the chatter, much too loud. this was not ideal, throwing a multi-million-dollar wrench into her plans. but if the industry did nothing else for her, it taught ash how to smile when she wanted to seethe. with a sharp breath, she did just that, ignoring the diamond for now. "i wanted to apologize for the what i sent to rich, yeah," ashanti nodded her head slightly—still a hint of malice laced in her tone. she was only human after all. the one, maybe two shady tweets, she believed, did not warrant an apology, and she wasn't prepared to deliver one. she barely felt any remorse for the nudes. it's not like it worked anyway— at least not yet. there were times keith tried to play hard to get as payback, but he always folded eventually. "like i said, i didn't think it was serious. he'll get no more pictures from me." she promised with a swiping gesture, and she was genuine this time. what was the point of a paper trail?

as their meeting continued to unfold, ashanti remained vigilant, observing izidora's insecure body language, the pain in her voice as she spoke— the very fact that she entertained this dinner. it all lent ashanti the upper hand. izi was raw with absolutely no room for pretense. there was no hiding her frustration in her contorted features or the tension in her muscles. her heart was on her sleeve, completely vulnerable and just within ashanti's reach. her talons patiently danced atop it, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. she poked and prodded until the mention of keith's mother. izi's tone was short again, and ashanti's interest was piqued. "really? how did that go?" she quipped, trying not to salivate at the thought of keith's mom despising her.

pouring salt in the wound, ashanti circled back to just how little stock she placed on izidora and keith's sudden nuptials, likening the bride to a toy. it was true. keith often threw tantrums when he didn't get his way — particularly after an intense week of lovebombing, when he wanted ashanti most and she wanted to focus on other things. that was all part of the thrill of she and keith. the bass in izi's tone at the mention of it deeply amused her. though she ballparked it at over a million, the ring's actual price point stung. that was a steep cost to pay, but she didn't put it past the nepo baby of an almost billionaire. also, she could be lying. either way, she blinked at izidora, a blank stare. her demeanor was eerily calm as she leaned in, "he's so desperate for me...i think he would." it's a stretch, but she's not going to bitch out now.

"listen babe, you're cute and all. you're new and fresh and exciting to him, but i know keith. for years now. he is not one for commitment. yes, he's all about you now and it's fun and sexy," she lingered with a quick flashback from one of their many sexy moments together, "until he gets fucking bored, and he moves on." ashanti explained with a snap. up until izi entered the picture, that was pretty spot on in regards to keith's love life. he wasn't the type to commit long-term; marriage was definitely out of the question. yet, here they were. "hey, maybe he's changed...maybe he just needed someone real," ashanti suggested, somehow making real a pejorative. she pointed to the ring, "rich sure was tryna to prove a point, though— huh? it's gorgeous...but you know what they say..." she brought her glass of ice water to her lips, "the bigger the ring, the shorter the marriage."

[unfvzed]

[dynvstydior]

[isolctions]

to say that the last three & half months of izidora's life had been eventful would be a severe understatement. there was the marriage. there was the family dinner in california that ended in complete disaster (and nearly in divorce). there was the weeks and weeks of brutal attacks aimed towards her on social media, to the point she's actually forced to disable her pages and delete the apps. there was the pregnancy, found out about just days afterward. and then, there was ashanti.

keith never told her much about his exes. he didn't need to — unlike her, izidora knew that she wasn't the only person he's ever been with. and when all of them came crawling back to him after the announcement, keith had all but ridiculed every single one. except ashanti. even when she asked, he kept a mostly closed lip about her; other than the fact that she fucked him over too many times than he cared to talk about. he hadn't given her all of the details about it, but izidora thought the woman had given up after an in-person rejection from him. instead, ashanti began to DM her. and like a complete fucking idiot, izidora answered.

and like a complete fucking idiot, izidora shows up to a lavish restaurant, at a table reserved by the very source of izidora's insecurities.

"you asked if we coul' talk," izi got straight to the point, demeanor relaxed despite the way she wrung her hands in front of her belly beneath the table. "for what? you coulda' DMed it like you do everythin' else." — @blackplanct / @somethingscft

[blackplanct]

ashanti noticed her immediately when she stopped by the hostess stand. she was beautiful but a little rough around the edges. she looked exhausted, not so much physically as she was emotionally, mentally. it gave ashanti pause, a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. what was truly her goal here? keith’s wife did not spare her a moment to gather her reasoning. she was taken aback by izidora's hostile approach to the table. it was intimately tucked away from the bustle of the restaurant— white tablecloth and four seats, one of which sat her giant, croc birkin. the sharp words elicited a soft laugh and a look of incredulity from ashanti. and just like that, the nerves were replaced by wrath, by vengeance. keith was hers first, completely wrapped around her finger until this nuisance came around and ruined her fun. and the audacity of her to think she actually stood a chance against ashanti brown, an acclaimed musician, a style icon, and modern sex symbol. izidora banks, an overrated tattoo artist and d-list celebrity at best, was no real competition.

closing the menu with a sigh and neatly manicured nails, she flashed her counterpart a small smile — a habit of southern hospitality. “you know…you are so pretty — very around-the-way girl,” ashanti tried to regain control of the situation, going on the offense. “look, i just wanted apologize in person,” her tone was gentle, almost sincere but not quite. “i had no idea keith could be serious about anything, let alone marriage! y’all met this year, right?” she had known him for three, dating on and off for the last two years. they both strayed, but they always came back to each other. izidora broke the deliciously toxic symbiosis of their relationship. she couldn’t have that. “he pulls shit like this all the time…did he tell you about the time he brought his fake family home? some girl he was with and her little sister? he almost gave his momma a heart attack,” ashanti recalled the story with a giggle and a hand to her ample bosom. “you meet her yet? i hear she’s fuckin’ scary as hell, but…i think she has a soft spot for me since we both pledged aka,” ashanti rolled her eyes playfully. she never met the infamous mrs. lane in person, just through random facetime calls with keith. “i honestly thought he was just trying to get my attention…he can be such a little kid sometimes. he throws these tantrums, literally kicking and screaming, when he feels like he’s about to lose his favorite toy. he’s spoiled rotten. he can’t stand it. you know what i'm talkin' 'bout?” she rounded out her spiel before putting her drink order in, an espresso martini. “anything for you? it’s on me.”

[arutai]

Miguel by Kevin Winter

[blackplanct]

isolctions​:

“that’s the thing — she don’t. somethin’ about it bein’ the only thing she can eat after a late shoot, but whatever.” it’s not her fault that she got into a drunk fight one time at a denny’s & subsequently got banned from the entire establishment for a period of ten years. “that’s what i’m sayin’, i gotta bribe her. usin’ just the kids don’t work like it used to.” maybe a couple of years ago, when sola was barely out of daycare & needy kept bumping into walls learning how to walk. now? their daughters were in school, so they could plan their day dates accordingly. no need for babysitting. no need for baby monitoring. for zephyr, this was a problem.

“me shut up? you shut up.” she pinches at the arm keeping her still in his lap, all the while continuing to multitask by peppering kisses all over his face and contribute to a brainstorming conversation. “‘cause you gotta album due, like i said! and it ain’t like before where you could record it whenever, you gotta time it…and tour it…then world tour it…and festivals…” she stops her onslaught of kissing only to pout. zephyr tried not to meddle in his industry affairs too often — but the general populous did want to see more of them beyond story posts & IG lives. it’d make him a household name, just a little more. and she kind of wants to get pregnant again, and this would give her something to do aside from sitting on her ass all day getting into twitter beefs. “mmm…we are still kissing, yes…” zephyr confirms, focusing a little extra smooches to his jaw & neck area. “make you a deal. gimme another baby, we’ll do the podcast…then your album.”

maliq knew better than to question the brigham sisters’ methods.  he couldn’t help the look of confusion his face held, but he nodded as if he understood anyway.  “you used our children to bribe your sister?  to do what, exactly?”  he laughed in advance, already knowing the hijinks that ensued when he wasn’t around.  he was glad her sister was around to keep zephyr company, to have someone around that didn’t need their diaper changed or their food cut up into equal parts.  sola could always tell, but it wasn’t much of a probably as of late.  they girls were off to school, and maliq was home from tour.

they were always able to pick up where they left off.  coming up on eight years of being together and their fourth wedding anniversary, it still felt like they were those kids on the roof.  obviously, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other -- with two beautiful girls to prove it.  maliq held his arm when she pinched it, but he was too distracted by her kisses to react.  “okay, when did you turn into my label?  be my peace, baby.  be my peace,” he whined playfully, completely okay with the fact that his wife wanted problems always.  maliq wanted to bury his face into one of their questionably expensive throw pillows at the realization of all that he had on his plate.  he squished her face instead, making her pout even more adorable.  “i’m still gonna do this.  i’ll fly back out every week if i have to...or we can take that shit on the road.  it’s gonna work out, zeph,” he did his best to reassure her.  then they were back in their bubble of bliss, with lips pressed against each other’s and wandering hands. “whatever you want,” maliq’s brain was muddled with lust when he spoke, just focused on her mouth and the weight of her in his lap.  “wait, you really want another baby?”  he was surprised, mostly because she beat him to asking.  “it’s gonna be a boy, zeph...” maliq spoke with certainty.  another one of those things he just knew.

[blackplanct]

isolctions​:

and they said marriage would get boring. apparently that rule doesn’t apply to zephyr, who is choosing to die on a hill in front of her husband about a mcdonald’s mascot she forgot even existed until a goddamn promotional shake came out. “it’s like we don’t even know each other sometimes.” she sighs wistfully, fully immersed in the dramatics of her ranting now. “yea, i gotta bribe her. she’s still not over the fact she can’t go to a denny’s nowhere in new york. shoulda’ stayed her ass in chicago!” completely besides the point — being that she was absolutely planning on bribing her twin sister with food to direct her hypothetical podcast. but maliq showcasing jealousy over her first choice for a co-host was…oddly hot. was she ovulating? probably. either way, she goes from cooing to straddling his lap to better hold his face in her hands for kissing. “you’re like a dumb little baby.” she insults between kisses. “and that name is stupid. but i can’t believe you wanna do a show with me! would it just be random bullshit ranting, or what?”

“she likes denny’s that much? i didn’t know that,” maliq found the tidbit about his sister-in-law adorable. “no, we love auntie zena...she needs to be here...and go down to papi -- get her the greasiest bacon-egg-n-cheese and she’ll be cure.”  maliq was nothing if not a resourceful, solution-based thinker.  having her sister around was an absolute pleasure except when he was on the receiving end of zephyr and zena’s hi-jinks.  even then, it kept things fun in the brigham-azad house, and he wanted to be apart of it too.  the pitiful pout left his face when zeph threw her leg over his, settling on his lap. 

objectively, her words weren’t nice, but they made him smile -- his body going all warm and fuzzy.  he was her dumb little baby. “shut up,” maliq laughed shyly before leaning into her kiss.  strong arms wrapped around her at the waist, keeping her close.  “but we don’t have a red table, babe...” was maliq’s silly counter.  they could work on the name.  “why not?  i wish i can spend more time with you,” he moved to caress her thighs and continued, “i mean...it can be?  i feel like there should be food -- like an obscene amount of food.  and we can talk about life: relationships, having kids, silly shit we’re watching on tv -- bullshit ranting, i guess.”  although he was well aware of the society’s greater issues, he didn’t have the mental capacity to share them on a platform like that with zeph.  he didn’t want it to feel like work.  “...are we still kissing?” once they started, it got harder for him to stop.

[thedankmemes]

[blackplanct]

isolctions​:

“he literally has a family! parents! an uncle! a goddamn great-grandma! do you even care?” she feels like he should care. why, considering maliq doesn’t even eat mcdonald’s anymore, zephyr refuses to answer. “why are you sayin’ it all weird? like um, she’s not my first choice actually. she wouldn’t get it. — i was tryin’ to bribe her into being my camerawoman for free, actually.” eventually, zephyr stops her rambling long enough to figure out why he said it like that. then, zephyr starts cooing like he’s her baby or something. “oh my god, baby, you want to do a podcast with me? but you got an album due!”

the passion zephyr exuded when speaking about a completely fictional fast food mascot is the reason he married her.  who else was maliq supposed to spend his life with, raise his children with?  he pressed his hand to his lips.  “i honestly don’t know how to answer that.”  then they moved on to who she’d host the podcast with.  he shrugged when she noted the way he asked her about her sister.  “you think you’d have to bribe her...oh.  we can pay her, though?” maliq laughed softly, forgetting to pout for a moment.  he nodded like the baby she was treating him like.  “of course i do...when have i ever put out an album on time?” maliq furrowed his brows.  “everybody always saying that want a reality show...we can just tell ‘em what we want on our podcast.  it’ll be like red table talk,” he pointed as the light bulb switched on and his creative juices began to flow.  “maybe...organic brazilian wooden table talk?”

[blackplanct]

isolctions​:

“that’s literally a lie. last time i tried talking to you about how grimace from mcdonald’s has a whole fuckin’ family with lore, you did not want to engage with me.” which, to be fair, zephyr was pretty drunk during that discussion. her husband likely dodged a bullet. — but that wasn’t the point! “and like, i hear you ‘bout flavor of love, but i don’t wanna talk about spit gate all by my damn self, and zena is too bougie for that!”

“it’s not a lie!” maliq quickly retorted, pulling away to look her in the eye.  “first of all...i don’t even know how you remember that.  second, there wasn’t really much to engage with.  it’s grimace from mcdonald’s, babe.  this is flavor flav,” he raised his hands to show the scales tipping in the hip-hop legend’s favor.  “oh...so you’re doing it with zena,” he nodded, only slightly offended, “was she your first choice or?”

[isolctions]

when zephyr first came to them with the idea in her head for a podcast, she was expecting something a little more… — well, literally anything but what came out of their mouth just now. “hello?! who the hell wants to listen to somebody make a podcast outta that?”

[blackplanct]

based on her reaction, it seemed like zephyr would not be open to a flavor of love rewatch podcast. "i would, but i'd listen to you talk about anything to be fair," maliq admitted, pressing a kiss into her shoulder. "i just think your commentary on the velocity at which pumkin spat in new york's face would be...so valuable."

[saad-the-creator]

[blackplanct]

hoursaway​:

there were many a night spent contemplating just showing up to ashanti’s place, leaving all of his feelings in a puddle of words unsaid at her front door. pride conquered all other emotion on those occasions - why chase someone who’s clearly pulling away? he figured if she really gave a fuck, she’d come back sometime. and just when knowledge was beginning to give up on the idea of that even being a possibility, here she was. he wasn’t sure how she expected him to react - of course he missed her. she had to have known that. it was evident in the way his eyes never left her from the moment she first entered the room. but was he gonna pretend like nothing ever happened? no. and she had to have known that, too. though he couldn’t deny that he still appreciated her showing up for him like she said she would. her glossy eyes catching his prompts a quick clench of his jaw, biting back the twinge in his chest. “thank you.” k.j. murmured, adding, “i ain’t think you would come.” 

if anyone knew how hard he’d worked to bring all of this into fruition, it was her. it meant a lot to hear those words of acclamation coming from someone who was once a constant in his life, there for every moment along the way. she was here, but for how long? he keeps the thought just that - a thought - for now. with a curt nod, he pulls away to show her around the gallery. “look familiar?” he says of a piece they’d worked on together when he was showing her how he did his artwork. they ended up naked and covered in paint by the end of that night, but that was the spontaneity of their situationship. what drove her to run away from something as one of a kind as what they had created was beyond him. “why now, ‘shanti?” he asks once they’re out of earshot of the other attendants, stepping out onto the balcony to light a cuban. he stares out at the night, avoiding meeting her gaze again.

a wave of relief washed over ashanti once he began to show her some of his work.  there more than a few pieces she’d never seen before, denoting how long she’d been away from him.  a guilty pang in her chest distracted her, but his voice, clear and low, brought her back to reality.  she smiled at him, locking eyes, “of course…so does that one.”  she pointed at another wall, graced with his painting.  “i was drunk as hell, but i remember you showing it to me – making me feel all special and stuff,” she scrunched her nose at the thought of how lovey-dovey they were sometimes.  moments like that excited her and scared her at the same time.  they created emotions she couldn’t handle. 

 ashanti was happy to step onto the balcony — away from all the eyes and the anxiety they stirred up in her.  she leaned against the railing, facing k.j. instead.  he was much more beautiful than anything else in the city.  she wasn’t prepared for his question.  showing up in the first place was only a result of her impulsive nature.  “i told you.  i wouldn’t miss this… i guess a better question is why not before?” ashanti looked down at her toes, a natural pink.  her heart was beating fast.  she wanted to say whatever would keep him close, make him want her back, but she didn’t know if that was the truth.  “real shit?  i was fuckin’ terrified of being in love.  i was deeply insecure, and i just didn’t think i could be the girl you needed.  so, i did what i do best and…ran away,” she looked up at the night sky to save her tears.  the smoke from the cigar didn’t help.  “fuck, don’t cry. don’t cry…” she chanted to herself, taking a breath.  ashanti felt like she had the strength to face him again and caught his eye.  “listen, i know it’s selfish and unfair, but i want to try with you now. i think i’m in a better place.  i don’t know if it will work out or if you even want me, but i won’t run away again.”

[g0nebad]

Nobody badder !!!!!! 😍😍😍

[hoursaway-deactivated20221218]

open to: f. 

possible connection(s): fwb. 

based on: this.

“you’re hilarious, you know that? haven’t heard from you in months and you just show up here.” the usual apathy in knowledge’s tone is afflicted with a hint of bitterness. she knew better than anyone just how important the opening of his art gallery was to him. and of course he wanted her here, but not under these circumstances. an argument about this game of ‘will we, won’t we’ the two kept playing with the idea of a relationship had resulted in her blocking knowledge; which was normal for them. but the amount of time she’d gone without speaking to him was not. and now, months later, she shows up to his event looking good as fuck like nothing ever happened? the audacity was crazy. “cool. you enjoy yourself, alright?”

[blackplanct]

heart palpitations followed ashanti all the way to the gallery’s entrance. she told knowledge she wouldn’t have missed this for the world, and she meant that. he was lucky enough, driven enough to find his life’s purpose, and she would always support that. her other promises? they couldn’t withstand the weight of her insecurities on top of busy schedule. it was easier to just ghost him, but she never once forgot about knowledge. how could she? so, she was there — nervous as hell, but there. within minutes of her arrival, she downed a flute of champagne that was floating around on a tray. it didn’t do much to calm her nerves. she wanted something stronger, but then his eyes found hers. everything stopped then and there: her feet, her heart, the chatter. it was hard to breathe. she wanted to cry, but she moved toward him instead and reached out to rub his arm. “congratulations,” was all that came out of her mouth, though her eyes told him that she was sorry. she held her clutch tightly in front of her sequined miniskirt when he let her have it. “i know…i still care about you, though. i know how important today is for you…you did it. you made it happen, and i’m so fuckin’ proud of you.” fuck, she wanted to hold him, but she was afraid he’d push her away. his apathy resurfaced and her eyes began to sting. she refused to cry. “wait — is that it? i know i fucked up, but i’m here. doesn’t that count for something?” both hands pinched the hem of his jacket, keeping him close — an old habit of hers.

[rberrywrites]

a list of smutty plots that i’m a bad person for wanting

“we hooked up last week in a club, and you fucked me better than i’ve ever been fucked before. but now it’s the first day back at school and oh my god, you’re my teacher.”

“you’re my best friends parent, and i’ve known you for years but i just walked in on you in the shower, and now i really want to fuck you.”

“ you caught me cheating on a test, and i really don’t want anyone to find out. if i sleep with you will you keep it quiet?”

“we’ve been sleeping together for years, but neither of us want to actually be with each other. but that doesn’t stop me from getting jealous, and turning up on your wedding day to fuck you just before you walk down the aisle.”

“you accidentally sent me a nude, thinking i was someone else, but i’m an asshole and i kept sexting you whilst i jerked off.”

“you’ve just married one of my parents, but i don’t want yet another step parent. so i’m gonna tease you until you cave in, and i can tell everyone that you’re a creep. except you never seem to give in, and now i’m getting desperate for you to pay attention to me.”

“i’m an actor, and you’re a casting director for a production that i really want to be a part of. and i will do absolutely anything to get that role, if you know what i mean?”

“i’m dating your sibling, but now i’ve met you, i’ve realised that maybe i picked the wrong sibling. but that’s not going to stop me from touching you underneath the dinner table, and screwing you in your parents bed.”

“i’m an alcoholic, and you’re my sponsor, and now every time i think of drinking, i fall into bed with you instead.”

“we’ve been family friends for years and i’ve never thought of you as anything other than platonic, but i came across your only fans account and now i can’t stop watching your videos.”