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@deathwritings
deathwritings — indie multimuse lowly selective rp blog
amo. she/he/they. 26. gmt-6
please read carrd for muses available to write with + rules before interacting
wanted plots: #faithless future — wanted plots
memes: #faithless future — memes
starters: #faithless future — starters
sorry ive been so IA, ive been tired lately so all im doing is sleeping.
im for sure hoping to get some replies out this week!
hello, i planned on getting some replies out but it was SUPER hot today and my room was affected the most. i plan to download my resources on my laptop since tomorrow its supposed to storm and i still wanna write.
i shall post my replies in the next couple days hopefully!
muse: dawn, 32, lesbian open to: anyone
"two years later and you haven't changed."
"you brought...." riya trailed off without even saying it, staring at the food in celeste's hands. "you didn't have to do that, celeste. hell, you didn't even have to come in. i'm sorry they called. i'll be back on my feet in a few minutes. my ego is wounded. everything else is fine."
celeste scoffed, "i think your ego can handle me bringing you some food." she sat down on the chair beside riya's bed. "you don't gotta rush yourself either," she added. "hope you don't mind chinese food, it was the only thing i could get fast enough to get here."
open to: anyone! verse: harry potter or... any wizarding school you wanna do. info: chenoa is a hufflepuff, but she's strong and independent and doesn't put up with bullying. which ends up putting her in detention, with your muse.
"if YOU weren't such a shithead, i wouldn't be here right now." chenoa had tossed her school books on the ground beside the entrance of the forbidden forest. she doesn't know how long it had been since she had been in such a place. she had ventured in plenty of harmful places but never truly in the FORBIDDEN FOREST. "this night would be perfect for some chocolate frogs and perhaps a nice tea by the fire." ( @indiestarter )
"yeah well, we're not getting any of that." dawn sat down against a tree across from chenoa. the professor went to investigate further in to "make sure" it was safe. she didn't understand why they were making them do detention in the forbidden forest anyway, if the forest was forbidden in the first place. she dug around in her bag to see if she had anything to snack on, she surprisingly found a chocolate frog hidden deep inside. "well you won't get any chocolate or tea, but i will." she said in a bragging tone, opening up the frog.
open to: women and nb age 27+ connection/plot: Riya's a forensic nurse at a very busy hospital. she took a fall/passed out at work. your muse is a coworker she may or may not be dating/hooking up with, ex that's still the emergency contact, current partner, whatever!
"You can stop looking at me like that -- It's not a big deal. It's been a long shift. I... forgot to eat lunch. I got dizzy. These things happen. And they will happen again."
"you're even more stubborn than when we were together," celeste placed the carton of food in front of riya. she knew riya had a habit of skipping meals to focus on work, she didn't expect it to get this bad.
"you alright?" ambrose checked with the other just after plopping down onto the worn couch. the music of the venue muffled just enough to have a conversation, but with it almost being a soundtrack. now for this and for the fight from just moments before. the results of which had ambrose with bruised and somewhat bloody knuckles and a quickly showing black eye. "he didn't hurt you at all did he?"
open. character: ambrose galloway. plot: y/m got caught in a fight for whatever reason and ambrose stepped into help. feel free to assume any connection!
"fine," silas spoke out. he was frustrated that ambrose stepped in, he had it sorted. "no, he didn't." he leaned back on the couch. "you didn't have to do that you know, i had it figured out." silas told ambrose as he turned his head to face him.
silas recently joined the hex girls roadie team, he knew technical stuff and how to set up wiring for the speakers. he was just starting to get to know the rest of the team, as the past few nights he didn't have time to talk with any of them. a fan was acting up in the pit, silas warned them if they didn't act right they would be klcked out.
before he knew it, a fight between him and the fan broke out. he barely had time to process or get a punch in when ambrose stepped in.
"I told you I was married, didn't I?" Wasn't like he ever took the ring off. He made a vow, after all. "Look," he sighed, gaping his mouth open as he rubbed his jaw. Christ, was he tense. He could see the look on the kid's face, how hurt he'd been, but he'd get over it, wouldn't he? This was just something Bobby needed every now and then. "We both let steam out, didn't we?" he muttered at last. Maybe this wasn't the best choice of words, but once he got his mouth going, it was damn hard to stop.
"the stuff you said to me, no married man would say that if they were still in love with their spouse." yes, maybe he was stupid to get involved with a married man. it was meant to be one lousy hook up and done, but the hook ups kept happening. bobby kept saying sweet things and giving him sweet promises, how could he not fall for them. silas looked at bobby, "did it mean anything to you?"
@deathwritings continued from here
percy sat in the back of the vehicle silently, he was nervous but also excited. his best friend invited him to spend the summer with her family, it took him some convincing but he finally agreed to tag along. his friend went on about all the stuff they will do while they're there. he smiled at the itinerary she had planned for them. maybe the vacation wouldn't be so bad. percy looked out the window and watched all the beach houses pass by, he was shocked ppl just leave these houses most of the year and only come during the summer months. he imagined the heating was good for the houses to be used in the colder months as well. the car slowed, turning into a parking lot. he was shocked by how big the house was. he knew it'd be big, but didn't expect it to be this big. he jumped out of the car and admired the house, he pulled his bag across his body. he walked to the trunk of the vehicle, ready to pull out his suitcase and guitar himself. he was motioned to stop by what he assumed were the staff they hired? to help them unload? he didn't know. he grabbed his guitar case at the very least, not feeling comfortable with others touching it.
jackson didn't know much about percy, and that was by his own accord. he made it a habit of not knowing much about who his family members spent their time with, the same way they never bothered to ask who he hung out with without them. he'd met percy on a couple of occasions, though they hadn't said more than a friendly hello in passing, and now he was going to have to spend at least part of his summer with him in the house. he ran a hand down his face thinking about a good excuse to leave and go literally anywhere else when one of their servants asked about where to put his bags.
"just put them in my room on the third floor." he said, averting his eyes from watching percy pull something, a guitair?, out of the trunk of the car. when another servant came with percy's bags in tow jackson held his hand out to them before they could make their way into the house. "those will go in the guest room on the second floor. next to my sisters room." he said before lowering his hand so they could walk inside. once percy walked closer he cleared his throat before speaking to him. "my sister will show you to your room, but feel free to use the amenities to your liking." he said, turning without waiting for an answer.
he went over to the bar and poured himself a drink, something he knew he'd need to get through this already hellish summer, but about jumped out of his skin when he turned around and percy was standing behind him. "shit!" he said, almost dropping his glass. "you scared the shit out of me." he set his glass down, pouring more alcohol into it before side-eyeing percy and quirking up an eyebrow. "do you want a drink?"
percy followed the helpers toward the door, unsure of what to do with himself since he only met jackson a couple of times. he was fairly comfortable with their parents, but never had the chance to properly get acquainted with jackson. blair walked passed him, telling him to follow her to his room. he nodded as he followed blair inside. the room was fairly huge, bigger than the one he had at home. percy placed his guitar on the bed and looked around, seeing he had a view of the beach from his window. "wow..." he whispered to himself.
percy walked downstairs, deciding to explore the rest of the house. he walked through the kitchen and saw it was stacked with high class stuff. he didn't really care that blair and her family had lots of money, he was just surprised at what stuff wealth can buy you. he walked into the room that had the bar in it, seeing jackson pouring himself a drink. percy went and stood behind him from across the island. jumping himself when jackson swore, he wanted to laugh but held it in.
"sure," percy replied when he was asked if he wanted a drink. he only drank on occasions, always stopping before he became tipsy. he saw how others got when they were drunk, he didn't wanna find out if he was the same way.
Bobby exhaled a slow stream of cigarette smoke through his nose before flicking a bit of ash onto the pavement. “Well,” he drawled, the corner of his mouth twitching faintly, “that sounds like your own problem, ain’t it?”
"are you saying it's my fault you led me on?" silas asked. he wanted to be shocked but at the point, he didn't know what to feel when it came to bobby anymore. he felt stupid for falling for someone like him.
open starter
open to: m/f/nb
plot found here and in source
jackson hated this. his family did better keeping each other at an arms length, if they spent too much time together they'd start arguing and making each other uncomfortable. that's why he tended to avoid family vacations, it always ended in a screaming match and for his sanity he just simply didn't want to deal with that. but it didn't matter how much he tried to avoid these things, his mother always found a way to insist that he attend, if for no other reason than to keep up appearances for everyone else. that was the problem with being from a wealthy family, everyone cared about how you looked and his mother was obsessive with making sure that everyone thought they were the perfect family for everyone else to see.
which is how he had found himself standing outside their summer home, his arms crossed in front of his chest as their bags were being brought in by the absurd number of helpers his parents insisted on bringing. "is this really necessary?" he asked, motioning towards the luggage that was piling up at the doorway. "I mean for a whole summer?" he'd arrived with his father long before his sister and mother had arrived, so he was surprised to see an extra person exit the vehicle, his eyes narrowing for a moment before he turned to his father. "I didn't realize she was inviting friends." he mumbled, not really wanting to spend any time with more people.
@indiestarter
responses will be moved to their own threads :)
percy sat in the back of the vehicle silently, he was nervous but also excited. his best friend invited him to spend the summer with her family, it took him some convincing but he finally agreed to tag along. his friend went on about all the stuff they will do while they're there. he smiled at the itinerary she had planned for them. maybe the vacation wouldn't be so bad.
percy looked out the window and watched all the beach houses pass by, he was shocked ppl just leave these houses most of the year and only come during the summer months. he imagined the heating was good for the houses to be used in the colder months as well. the car slowed, turning into a parking lot. he was shocked by how big the house was. he knew it'd be big, but didn't expect it to be this big.
he jumped out of the car and admired the house, he pulled his bag across his body. he walked to the trunk of the vehicle, ready to pull out his suitcase and guitar himself. he was motioned to stop by what he assumed were the staff they hired? to help them unload? he didn't know. he grabbed his guitar case at the very least, not feeling comfortable with others touching it.
first meeting sentence starters.
send one to have our muses meet for the first time.
“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”
“I think you dropped this.”
“You look lost. Need some help?”
“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”
“You’re sitting in my spot.”
“Whoa! Careful!”
“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”
“Is that seat taken?”
“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”
“You’re blocking the doorway.”
“Were you just staring at me?”
“Excuse me, do you know the time?”
“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”
“I’ve been sent to find you.”
“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”
“Do you work here?”
“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”
“You’ve got something on your face.”
“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
“Do you know the way to ___?”
“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”
“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”
“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”
“You look like you could use a friend.”
“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”
“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”
“I think we’re stuck in here together.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”
“Are you the new neighbor?”
“First time in town?”
“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“I think you’re in the wrong place.”
“You seem… out of place.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”
“That was a close call.”
“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”
“Mind if I walk with you?”
“You look like you’re in trouble.”
“Was that your doing back there?”
“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”
“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”
“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”
“Do I want to know what just happened?”
“You might want to keep your voice down.”
“Is it always this strange around here?”
“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”
“Looks like we’re in this together now.”
deathwritings — indie multimuse lowly selective rp blog
taqa. she/he/they. 26. gmt-6
please read carrd for muses available to write with + rules before interacting
wanted plots: #faithless future — wanted plots
memes: #faithless future — memes
starters: #faithless future — starters
psa; im the kind of roleplayer that’s more than willing to start in the smack dab middle of a relationship and then talk about their connections and history later because it’s fun to throw my muse(s) into a random situation and watch their dumb ass work their way out of it.
Protective prompts
✩₊˚.⋆☾ shielding the other with their body in danger
✩₊˚.⋆☾ glaring at anyone who looks at them wrong
✩₊˚.⋆☾ tending wounds with shaking hands
✩₊˚.⋆☾ offering their coat when the other’s cold
✩₊˚.⋆☾ “stay behind me” whispered like a vow
✩₊˚.⋆☾ carrying them when they’re too weak to walk
✩₊˚.⋆☾ refusing to leave their side, even when told to
✩₊˚.⋆☾ wrapping an arm around them in crowded places
✩₊˚.⋆☾ standing guard while the other sleeps
✩₊˚.⋆☾ “no one touches you but me”
"Mint," Emmerson said gently, but sternly. "I need you to be honest with me. If it's as bad as you're acting like it is, we can figure it out together. But you need to tell me what's going on first. I promise, whatever it is we will work through it."
Emmerson took a deep breath, fixing Mint with a serious expression. He didn't want Mint to feel judged, but he was worried and needed him to know how concerned he was. He just hoped he got through to his friend.
mint sighed, going back and forth in his head. he finally decided to tell emmerson what happened. "it was meant to be some quick money, help someone out but it backfired." he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.
"i've been struggling, i can't keep up with the rent and bills. so this run was supposed to help me catch up until i figured something else out." mint was anxious, he didnt know what to do and he didn't think emmerson was gonna be able to help him either.
