Dakotaslimes

Indie, muti-genre & OC RP blog.

[dakotaslimes]

Helllloooo. Chelsea. (She/Her). I’m 25+ and this is my indie blog. Activity probably medium (on the lower end). Somewhat selective, no triggers and an 18+ blog.

GUIDELINES:

~$!#%^&*+ just to get this out of the way. I'm a big fan of the em dash — I'm not using ai! $^&@#!&~

Prefer to write with 21+

There will be usfw content, and I will tag accordingly. But tbh I am forgetful in that sense, so feel free to nudge me if it’s something you’d like tagged that isn’t mentioned anywhere in your rules.

I don’t have any triggers personally. Not opposed to writing *some* what I’ve seen to be ~taboo~ subject matters. I absolutely will not write inc*st or ped*philia. (Out of tiredness of the subject teacher/student is a no go too.)

Banned fc’s are those that are deceased, those under 21, anime/cartoon, youtubers, influencers, tik tokers, WWE & athletes ~ I’m a bit picky too on muscians or models without usable resources i.e. stage performances only or photoshoots.

Feel free to come @ me if it seems I’ve missed a thread. Feel free to drop threads too if you aren’t vibing. Hey, it happens! Communicate and we can get something new going or move on, no worries on my end! And I’ll try and do the same.

smut will be on this blog, but not a priority or focus. F2B is a-okay with me, and often times prefered.

I do be loving natural chemistry, unexpected twists, toxic dynamics, drama, little to no pre-plotting, throwing random muses at each other and seeing what happens, etc etc. Shippings fun but majority of the time I’ll need a little natural chemistry there.

That being said if extensive plotting is your thing — I feel you. I’ll do it too but I do tend to tire if the plotting overtakes the writing.

I don’t write anywhere but tumblr. I do have a discord so feel free to ask for it if we’ve been writing for a bit or if it’s easier plotting wise. that’s it for now, come @ meeee. Yes, yessss. I don’t bite!

MUSES:

~~~~These are *mostly* new muses and/or muses from my previous stint on indie that I barely wrote. And would love to flesh out. Older muses I've used in rp's over the years may pop up here and there. (My muse page got screwed up but I do be tagging over @holywitchkid) May and probably will add to this list as muse hits~~~~

Jackson Etienne — (Drew Starkey) — Gemini☼ Scoprio☾ Leo↑— Super Rich Kid~ sings in Frank Ocean~ from Arizona. Deadline to 'make it' by 30. Gaslight, gatekeep, fuck boi. Nevada Valle — (Camila Morrone) — Scorpio☼ Libra☾ Sagittarius↑ —Theater kid (literally). Struggling Artist/Actress. Scrappy. Emotions studied but not regulated. Will do what she's gotta do to.

Jake Foster — (Mason Gooding) — Aquarius☼ Aries☾ Libra↑ — Model, actress, whatever ~sings in Suki Waterhouse~ music podcast host, life has humbled him. Father to 1 but it's complicated. (Also verse dependent). Ryan Hawthorne — (Ella Purnell) — Libra☼ Aries☾ Pisces↑ —Nepo baby from Hollywood royalty. Stagnant wanderer, animals over people, 'spiritual' sometimes, rehab tbd & nbd. Benji Walsh — (Kit Harington) Sagittarius☼ Virgo ☾ Virgo↑— Famous musician from a early-mid 2000's rock band (Cisco's Tribe), tabloid frenzy marriage to Hollywood actress. Religious background. Emotionally manipulative, narcissistic tendencies. Wants the world.

[chains0flove-archive]

“uh  huh.  i'd  say  that's  been  established,  keer.”  josie  replied  quickly,  arms  crossing  over  her  chest  defensively.  this  relationship  of  sorts  of  kieran  had  been  a  chaotic  rollercoaster  of  confusing  emotions  and  sleepless  nights.  lots  of  pondering  about  what  hadn't  been  said  and  where  exactly  they  stood.  whether  mixing  business  with  pleasure  was  worth  it.  now  they'd  reached  what  seemed  like  the  end  of  the  road  –  professionally  and  personally.  “did  you  bring  the  paperwork?  better  to  get  this  over  with. that's what this is about, right?"

[dakotaslimes]

"Okay — yeah, the condescension is unnecessary, Jos." Because that was like a nice little slap to the face and the reciprocation out of her own mouth felt a clear sign. Were they really going to leave things like this? Bitter and like a half-assed footnote on a first edit? Josie seemed content with just that, but Kieran, with the papers in the rental car on the passenger seat, had set herself up for exposure. Diverting though, she took the first couple of steps towards the familiar house, taking her chances, "I think it's about a little more than that, and it was a long drive out here. I need to use the bathroom and I don't think it'd kill you to get me a coffee."

[lastofthebugs]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓: f, nb 25+ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: best friend 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: felicity (aka "city") is a travel photographer and brought your muse on a trip. she convinced them to crash a local's wedding with her.

An all-expenses-paid vacation in exchange for a few tourism photos? Felicity had practically been foaming at the mouth over the opportunity. She’d even managed to convince the travel company that her “spouse” absolutely had to accompany her. Of course, her so-called spouse was actually her best friend. The less they knew, the better.

“How long until you think we’re busted?” she asked under her breath in the buffet line. She was on her second lie of this job - the first had gotten them a free vacation, and the second had somehow landed them here at this complete stranger’s wedding for the hell of it.

Yes, they were wedding crashers. “I’m still putting together our backstory on how we got invited,” she said. “Might tell them the bride saved my life once.” The bigger and bolder the lie, the better. At least, that’s what she always said.

[dakotaslimes]

This little vacay couldn't have come at a better time. Vigo, the current fiancé and director of the off broadway show just cancelled before the first dress rehearsal pulled it's first test curtain, was off sulking and getting obliterated and Nev, when City pulled in a cosmic clutch with two tickets to another timezone there was no hesitation. Bags packed by daylight. So now, day whatever of heaven, the two stood at the open bar, noticing watchful eyes and City's clear worry as she racked through a faux scenario in her head, leaning back against bar on her elbow and pointing to the partygoers, "Oh, I already told that bald man I danced with that came up to my tits that we were hired by the groom to entertain the groomsmen afterwards." Letting that sit for a second too long before laughing. Having already taken advantage of the free champagne, sat her glass down and casually turned to the blonde fully, "Honey. Baby, darling, sugar puss. Don't think about it too much. Whatever first comes to mind, voila, then that's it. . . was it a car? A near drowning where she fell off a pier and you had to jump in the freezing temps after her? Oh, you stepped in when someone had a knife and was going stab her? I like that one actually."

[merrymusings]

roommates with benefits plot where our muses are roommates that hook up with each other all the time. are there feelings there? who knows, they’ve never ever discussed the topic and refuse to. but suddenly one of them gets a girlfriend/boyfriend and the other doesn’t know what to do or how to act anymore.

[dakotaslimes]

@dukeland

[ofginjxints]

"All publicity is good publicity blah blah blah." He shrugged, teasing Benji. Perhaps it was that difference between them that tied them together through the years. He had a more relaxed view of how the public perceived him those days, rather than caring far too much in his youth.

"It's not like we're the stars, they'll take the fame or the fizzle of it all. As long as we know we do our job, I'm not worried. Worried you don't have the skills for this. You getting rusty?" A brow arched, teasing the man as he leaned in with a gentle nudge.

[dakotaslimes]

That may have been all that was needed to take him out of his tailspin of doubt — the negativity surely wouldn't lift, not by any real standards if they were to be on a scale, but the standards expected, clearly, were low. "You might walk away unscathed after this, not a chance I'm not dragged into washed-up territory. I couldn't handle that. You know, Cisco's Tribe was an answer on Jeopardy last week." He told him as if the rust hadn't ever set in.

"—alright. I'll do it. Two conditions, though," Benji said, pushing back against Luis, finding the stocked mini fridge. Two mini vodka's clanked in his fingers. "One, it's complete shit. I want a pseudonym." Squaring up and he tossed the one to Luis, cracking open the seal in his hand, royalties and legalities were already worked out or in the process of with legal, "And then, you never call me rusty or question my abilities again from here on out. Sound fair?"

[dakotaslimes]

The Dinner @dukeland

After The Strand, Kieran didn't know if she'd ever actually speak with Portia again. And she wouldn't blame her. Couldn't. Portia had every right to be on another side of rage. Knowing too, stepping into this dinner, begrudgingly accepted by Portia, whom, in literature's oldest, and achingly misunderstood archetype, was the scorned woman across from her now — that Kieran, now, was just as much the villain as the Wolf in the story. Maybe worse. "Look, between you and me—" Kieran looked around the room with intent, feeling a little more bold and looser with the wine. Not knowing how to sit with Portia anymore. Only their first bottle, and she hoped to God Portia would stick around for more, "You would've written a better book. You were always the best writer. Everyone knew it. Andy- Andrew knows that too, and look, it's a fucking shit situation, but it's more common than you'd think. Ideas get lifted from casual conversation or a whole concept crafted while spitballing that might feel like it was stolen, it's . . . a literary gray area."

[dakotaslimes]

Open: Ryan & All! Where: Camp Crystal Lake Plot: Today. Meta Verse - the movies exist, so does the camp. Or (A) camp named Camp Crystal Lake. Coincidence? Idk but someone's out there to get them on this summer night!

"Hey, so, where's (your chara)—" Ryan interrupted the group when she emerged from the woods, scanning her fellow counselors already substance-lit faces.

The fire was big enough and wiping little beads of sweat from her forehead, relieved that she'd made it to the staff's little secret spot right at nightfall exactly, the little trek through the woods alone wasn't it. "Cody Lutnicki and Emerald Tisch are for sure not sleeping tonight. Downed Mountain Dews and a box of Hot Tamales each for info on Jason — I couldn't resist."

[djotime]

Adults 1.02 — Spitroast

[janployshompoos]

We're just friends with benefits. That's all. That's all?

ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS | EP6

[gifcoven]

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triggers: drinking, eating, fighting (physical).

[felale]

[chains0flove-archive]

muse: josie hoffman, early - fifties, novelist. open to: male / female / nb situation: y/m  has  shown  up  on  josie's  doorstep  unexpectedly  after  a  month  of  no  contact.  connection:  partner,  fwb,  situationship. -> cc @indiestarter

josie  stared  back  at  the  person  blankly  for  a  moment,  pushing  her  black  rimmed  glasses  on  top  of  her  head.  she  was  dressed  in  an  oversized  sweatshirt  and  yoga  pants.  the  only  suitable  attire  for  working  on  her  new  book  on  a  cloudy  day.  “last  person  i  expected  to  come  by.”  she  sighed  with  an  edge  to  her  tone.  normally,  she'd  be  happy  to  see  them,  but  under  the  circumstances,  that  wasn't  the  case.  not  a  word  in  a  month,  no  closure,  no  apology.  nothing.  “let  me  guess.  your  phone  was  abducted  by  aliens  and  that's  why  you  couldn't  call  first  on  a  day  that  you  know  i'm  working.”

[dakotaslimes]

Well. Her cahonas were never in question where the work worked. Kieran while ever discreet where business met pleasure, found herself tangled again in a confusing swirl of admiration, lust, and matters of the heart. The attraction gradual and uncertain for a time. And then, suddenly, it was more. Quiet. Passionate. Meant always to be fleeting. That was how Kieran decided long ago life would go. Secrative to a fault. "Surprise." She said, tone pitched high as the nerves set in and Josie was actually in front of her again. The thing now, was the final nail in the literary coffin. A signature. Astor & Ink and Josie Hoffman. Two brands severing ties, an email and scan just felt so. . . gross. "I— I didn't think it was appropriate given all we've —you and A&I have been through. I thought it'd be um—" biting back on her lip in thought, knowing anything she'd say now didn't mean much. "I thought you'd rather see me than an intern for this."

[cursedvessels]

Lips curl into an awkward smirk and he nods once when at her words. Sniffle, throat clear, blink. Brows furrow a little as she goes on and apologizes. His cheeks instantly flush with embarrassment. He leans against the freezer, facing her and letting his head tilt to the side.

“No, no, it’s fine, really. Don't worry about it. My- My name's Shiloh or, uh..Sometimes Shy, so I mean you're not far off,” he chuckles. He offers a tiny smile to try and make then both feel a little less awkward despite how red the tips of his ears are. Sniffle, throat clear, blink, blink.

“Mm,” he hums with a few understanding nods when she mentions her therapist. “Confronting your past…literally? Or metaphorically?” His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he squints up at her curiously. “I mean, if they meant literally I'd be surprised if you'd be able to do that based on sheer coincidence, so good on you for trying." Another warm chuckle, starting to relax a bit more.

[dakotaslimes]

"Shy." She repeated his actual name, ah Shy. Shiloh. Micah nodded with the correction, acknowledging her flub. "Shiloh, right. Like the dog." Micah felt the flush again, her posture shifted with the basket in her hand and a soft chuckle left her lips. His name was probably something she as a teenager would've remembered for all of time, but when you were lying well, it was always the little details wasn't it that gave it all away.

The last thing she'd thought she'd be pressed on and yet it opened a new sort of floodgate, forgetting for that split second that yeah, they knew nothing about each other literally (Well, except what she did know, the trade gossip) "Well it's not like i'm going to just burst down my dads door for answers on why he was such an insensitive dick. So the next best thing I guess is talking to the quiet dude from art class that made me feel good for fifteen minutes...so yeah, it's all metaphorical right?"

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @dakotaslimes || Taryn and Jake (x)

Groomsman. Of course. That was just how the fucking universe would have it. Not only would she run into the guy at something like this, but he was also in the bridal party, meaning that there would be plenty more interactions after their amazing night (and awkward parting). Granted, she suspected that it might be more unfortunate for him than her.

"Uh, yeah... Yeah I got it, thanks..." Taryn tried to act natural, but she was feeling a little frustrated. Had she snuck out on people like that before? Absolutely. Had it happened to her before? No. "Yeah, it was. Was fun. Waking up alone not so much, but ya know? It is what it is, right?"

[dakotaslimes]

"You don't —" the words were there, struggling to get out as it was completely asinine in this moment to question when the obvious was so omnipresent. And yet. . . "You seem like you do care." Jake, through word vomit and an instant regret, doused himself quick with what quarter of the glass he had left. Flustered beyond as everything leading up to this point with Taryn, and she was right, was meant to be compartmentalized to a 'one and done' casually speaking, wholeheartedly though, meant to ink with a memory for the books. But the way her cadence flipped, Jake in his most shameful state, did feel some sort of way about their situation, "It's cool if you do, I uh, I just don't really do hanging around... in, you know, nights like that. It's nothing personal. So you know."

[dukeland]

Her eyes practically sparkled at the sight of the lighter, happily plucking it from Cooper's grasp to light her cigarette. She had him trained well. All the whining about work stuff, though? Nancy could live without it. Messing with the window controls, she kindly exhaled her first puff out the crack, ignoring how itchy-all-over it made her feel whenever Cooper started to talk about real stuff like his family. She'd never expected to meet any of them, which, okay, yeah, maybe that was on her, considering they'd literally gotten married. But, like... the air is thinner up in the mountains, okay? She hadn't been thinking about forever and living together and in-laws, or how freaky it might be to realize just how much the Sandovals reminded her of her dad's family back in Vegas.

"Didn't you hear me?" Her head tilted as she looked at Cooper again, brown eyes wide in a playful look of shock. "I so was in emotional distress in there. I was legitimately suicidal. And you came to saaaave me." She reached for him with that elongated vowel, blonde head relaxed back against the headrest by the time she had her fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. She scratched gently, working her acrylics against his scalp, keeping that connection between them with her arm remaining outstretched. "My hero," she crooned, a smug smile playing at her lips. "You deserve the break, anyway." That could've been sweet, said with a little more concern and coming from anyone else, but all it took was another drag before Nancy tagged on, "You look like shit."

[dakotaslimes]

Oh trouble was trouble, I'm in trouble. Is what he thought (heard) as he happily reveled in the feeling of her nails at the nape of his neck. "Do anything fer you," He said, under his breath. A sheet of hot furnace red blushed through just about every part of his body at that; scared, too, he might actually lose her at it.

"Eh, I don't know about all that. Still in the dog house after —" marrying some random , aka you back west and she's here now but still might as well be fake to everyone I love, "Losin' Jackie's Jet's season tickets in Branson. You know, got a weird text from an unknown number the other day. Just a dollar sign and that little dancin' blonde lady emoji." He said behind a chuckle, accent thick as Cooper's head cocked to the side to peer over his shoulder before peeling out, exaggeratingly nudging into her touch just a little more, taking what he could get out of her, "Got one last night too. Obviously bein' wokin' up at two am'll give you Babadook eyes —what's your excuse? Suicidal thoughts? Please. Weak sauce."

[hotandfunnywomen]

Ella Purnell