this is an independent roleplay blog made from various canon and original muses ! prev. a degrassi mumu. selective and not mutuals only, but mutual focused. written by aspen, twenty - five, she / her, pst. . under the cut, you can find my rules. and here, you can find my muses. under co. until i find a theme !
my writing fluctuates between multi - paragraph to one liners. depending on my mood and time, i will ramble at most, and i will always make sure i give something for you to respond to! i expect the same. i write in third person. also, a heads up, sometimes i am a slow writer. pls be patient w me.
i prefer to write against muns that are over twenty. i do write smut if the plot comes to it.
i love when the energy is matched, i love throwing headcanons back and forth, plot ideas, silly quirks about our muses / dynamics. i’m simply a talker ooc, because i like creating dynamics that we gush over! i also love making tiktok edits, so if you ship w me.. beware for the spam. that said, i am chemistry based.
i am always making muses + changing up faceclaims. if plotting, if none of my muses match what you are looking for, i will likely create a muse for such thread.
i’ve only recently started writing canon characters. for a long time, i’ve had a long anxiety trying to portray a canon character correctly, limiting myself to original characters. that’s changed! however, i am still a bit rusty, so if i am writing my canon characters, pls bare with me.
i write on discord and tumblr, with no specific preference. i use gifs or icons. i am forced into beta editor, so please only respond using beta otherwise the struggle will b real lo.l
open to women. ( daughters teacher / friends mom / babysitter, first date / friend that saw her lock screen, etc. )
"i'm not... she's not my sister." a pause, odessa shuffles. "she's my daughter, actually."
testing an old muse ! odessa fischer, early twenties. had a baby ( sofia. ) with her best friend when she was fifteen and drunk, scared of her sexuality ( lesbian. ). struggled with hard postpartum depression, kind of better now but still struggles.
"why? why are you doing this? i like him. he's smart, and he's safe , and he's nice to me. why are you trying to ruin this for me like you weren't the one who left?"
" oh my gosh, i shouldn't assume, " evie blurts, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. cheeks tinge pink, and she feels the urge to apologize repeatedly. " i'm sorry, miss fischer, you know what they say about assuming ... but you should be so proud of her. she's a pleasure to have in class... i actually wanted to meet with you because... i was wondering how you'd feel about her skipping a grade ? "
"n-no, god, don't apologize, it's fine." odessa waves her hands somewhat frantically, feeling her anxiety spiking in a swarm of empathy. "don't feel bad, i get it... all the time. multiple times a day, even. some would.. some would say it's a compliment." call it the consequences of having a kid as a kid yourself, odessa barely blinks when people assume sofia's her sister. sometimes odessa won't correct them, but finds it hard to avoid when it comes to her daughters teacher. more stunned at the suggestion evie gives, and she nearly chokes on air. "i... skipping a grade? i mean, wow... that's... really? not to sound too shocked, i know she's.. she's a smart kid but.. wouldn't that be hard on her?"
open to everyone! sid just found out he's got a kid he's now gotta raise and he's freaking out so he calls your muse over ( any connection! romantic or platonic! :O ) to freak out to. find sid's information here.
"man, this is fucking... i don't even... fuck." sid grunts before his hand coats over his face. it had been about five hours since he went from scandalous party - goer with a chip of constant trouble perched on his shoulder - to ... single dad? doesn't know what he feels more stupid about, not wrapping it up when he was eighteen, or discarding his ex before making sure she wasn't carrying his spawn. said spawn, five years old and named winnifred ( what the fuck kind of name was winnifred? ) now sleeping on his cheap worn out mattress in the bedroom of his shitty apartment. five hours since his exes parents dropped her off, claiming her mother had ran off ( which, apparently was a constant. ) and they were too old to be dealing with her shit again. "what kind of people leaves a kid with a guy they barely know? i fucked their daughter five years ago, and i'm pretty sure my last words to them was when her dad was chasing me out the house and i told him his wife was hot. jesus christ, i need a beer. can i even have beer in this house anymore? shit, man, nothing here is kid proofed. i don't even have a carseat." a pause, sid glides his hands down his face, raises his eyebrows at the other as his head cocks with an idea. "am i too young to be considered a dilf?"
open to women. ( daughters teacher / friends mom / babysitter, first date / friend that saw her lock screen, etc. )
"i'm not... she's not my sister." a pause, odessa shuffles. "she's my daughter, actually."
testing an old muse ! odessa fischer, early twenties. had a baby ( sofia. ) with her best friend when she was fifteen and drunk, scared of her sexuality ( lesbian. ). struggled with hard postpartum depression, kind of better now but still struggles.
" - has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot ? " breaks the others ramble of sentences without even so much of an apology , chuckle forcing way out past lips. " y'know , it's kinda cute though. "
"and so i was trying to help when i told her that fuchsia is so not a color you should be wearing this time of — " shannon's hit with a flash of irritation over the interruption, then a scattered laugh. "well, duh, everything i do is cute. but — are you seriously hitting on me right now?"
