hi there! i'm finch, 20s. they/them. i'm semi active because life gets hectic, but i keep finding myself coming back to rp anyway. i havenât done indie rp in a long LONG time, so bare with me while i figure it all out again, please.Â
feel free to shoot a random meme my way anytime if you wanna jump into writing! just specify characters, please.
muses // wanted plots // open starters
last update: 03/29/22
guidelines:
iâll only write with folks who are also 18+, preferably 21+. thanks for understanding!
i love a variety of genres, from slice of life to sci fi to fantasy to horror. romantic and platonic relationships are equally adored. i write all genders and any combination for pairings - however, for m/f, i will most likely want to write the male character. if youâve got a certain gender you like to stick to for characters, thatâs completely fine by me.
i'm open to most nsfw themes, but when it comes to smut, i'll only fade to black. i do write crime plots and some darker characters (typically in a horror setting). i try to tag all triggers!
i will not write: abuse, sexual assault, incest, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, eating disorders, suicide, or self harm. for personal reasons, i may be pickier with characters in law enforcement or healthcare based settings. please run any relapse plots by me first, as my tolerance for them varies. do not interact with me if you actively write sexual assault plots. this applies to sexual coercion, extremely unbalanced power dynamics, âdubious consentâ, whatever.
banned fcs are all the usual suspects (i.e., assholes). i tend to pick my fcs entirely off vibes and gif hunts iâve seen on my dash rather than any actual pop culture knowledge, so if iâm using someone who sucks and i donât realize it, i would super appreciate it if you let me know! (even anonymously, if thatâs easier)
feel free to jump straight into writing/replying to a starter or message me to plot first! whichever you prefer. starters are open to mutuals and nonmutuals alike. starters are always open, no matter how long theyâve been up.
i am multi-verse/multi-ship/etc - unless otherwise discussed, our threads will exist in a separate state from threads that character may have with other writers.
i default to small text, small to medium gifs, although i do often try to match my partnerâs formatting to a certain extent. icons under 80x80 are difficult for me to see, as is doubly small text.
my response time varies wildly. please understand also that i may drop threads dependent on energy levels, muse, number of drafts, or any number of personal things - but the same understanding extends to you! no hard feelings and no worries either way if you choose not to respond, whether weâve just begun or have been writing together for a while. rp should be fun!
[id: a tweet that reads âacademic rivals to lovers but sheâs the only one who hates him and heâs been in love with her since the day they metâ]
đ” for kira & deena (i'm sorry i just love them sm )
first off, never be sorry, i love them too! <3 and iâm always up for multiple threads, memes, whatever. secondly, here you go! let me know if youâd like anything changed :)
closed for @oflostsoulsâ â / song inspiration - đ” ( where the light is - surface, âtwo left feet, can you show me where the right is?â)
deenaâs having the worst weekend. her partner had the gall to drop her in practice earlier, and her entire left side feels like one bruise. so, of course, deena let him have itâbut evidently, a ballerina stopping in the middle of their pas de deux to yell at her compatriot is considered poor form. frankly, heâs lucky deena didnât do worse than that.
so forgive her if she wantsâwell, if she wants kira. deenaâs still packing up her things when she sees her, after asking kira to meet her at the studio. originally, it was for lunch. now, though, deena finds she isnât quite ready to leave the studio space behind. despite the dramatics earlier, she loves it here. and, since she agreed to close up, sheâs got the place to herself.
âhey,â deena says, meeting kira at the door with the kind of grin that usually means sheâs up to no good. with kira, that no good is gentler than normal, but it still involves deena overstaying her welcome in the studio this afternoon. âyou ever wanted to learn ballet?â
closed for @moonlihtâ / song inspiration - đ” ( 777Â - joji, âwhen i pretend that iâm your boyfriend, iâll pour the drinks, so donât annoy me.â)
muse: carver powell
carver doesnât even know why he bothers with thisâeven years after moving out, he feels the need to engage in this farce. he isnât as detached as heâd like to pretend, in the end. he still likes to dress up and drink expensive cocktails, and his suit tonight would fit in with any of the other frankly over the top displays of wealth around them. this time around though, heâs brought someone else, because carver also likes lying a little too much. âwhat do you want to drink?â he says, gesturing towards the champagne, liquor, evian waters, and more that sit at the middle of their table. because, of course, every good fundraiser should cost more than it brings in. âyouâre letting me be your boyfriend for tonight, so the drinks are on me.â
closed for @moonlihtâ / song inspiration - đ” (Â waste my time - sophie cates, âyou are never gonna be the type to commit; one day you're in love, then you'reâ overâ it.â)
muse: nico silvaÂ
itâs rare for nico to get hung up on any one person. when it comes to relationships, the person who wants more losesâit makes you vulnerable, makes you do stupid things to stay with them. nico has spent most of her adult life making sure she isnât that person. thatâs easiest to accomplish when she doesnât waste too much time on one person, always moving on to the next woman who catches her eye or brings butterflies to her stomach. she likes to stay in the honeymoon phase of any new connection and walk out the door the moment it endsâif not before then. still, as she slides into the chair across from them, nico can acknowledge that this is not the first time sheâs asked them this. âso, you free tonight?â Â
closed for @sighkicksâ / song inspiration - đ” (the chemical workerâs song - great big sea, âthere's overtime and bonus opportunities galore; the young men like their money and they all come back for more. but soon you're knocking on and you look older than you should.â)
muse:Â olive haynes
most of the time, olive enjoys their job. they like a puzzle, and even moreso, they like being the one who solves it. it can lead olive to this though: the sunâs long ago set, and oliveâs still at the lab. theyâre starting to see numbers and data sets floating before their eyes, and even olive can recognize itâs time for a break. itâs cold and lonely when they step outside, and that has them reaching for their second favorite vice. the cigaretteâs between their lips soon enough, but their lighter sputters, flickers, and dies. olive swears, shoving off the building to approach the first person they see. âany chance youâve got a light?â
đ  *  â send đ” or ( âSHUFFLEâ ) for me to randomize my playlist and write a starter that either uses the lyrics or is otherwise inspired by the song in some way.
â..iâm standing here lookin at you and realizing, there isnât anything i wouldnât do for you. and thatâs terrifying, iâve never felt like that before. it defies everything i know, it defies logic.â
they laugh at first, self-conscious and half assuming this is a joke. olive inspires many things in people, but declarations of love arenât usually one of them. when they turn to look at bryce though, his expression is unexpectedly intense. âohâyouâre serious.â
she takes his hand, pulling herself up with a smile of her own. now that rescue was here, every vein of anger and annoyance at being left behind was draining. piper would be fine. sheâd come out of the woods alive and intact. âwell, weâre not all fashion conscious, but yeah, piperâs me,â she says, dusting off her pants even though nothing had stuck. âyouâre my hero,â piper drawls. âitâs not gonna take long to get back, right?â
âuh, hopefully not,â finn says, as delicately as he can. heâs not judging, but piper doesnât seem like the outdoorsy type. heâs not opposed to night hiking on a good day, but theyâre off the beaten path here. once the sun sets, even finn canât be completely sure heâll know which route to take. âweâre pretty far out here. if we stay focused, we should be good. but, yâknow, worst case, iâve got camping gear in my pack.âÂ
â nico, i wish this sounded like a bad jokeâ you do realise you sound batshit crazy right now, right ? â disbelief scatters itself across her features, most evident in the way her brows raise, or the way her mouth parts. somehow, thatâs still not enough for the soles of quinnâs boots to unstick from the ground below them, willing to hear her out. â you can prove it ? â god, why was she even entertaining this right now ? â fine, iâll bite. but you should know iâm ten minutes away from taking you to the hospital to check for a concussion. â
sheâs prepared for this, because nico is nothing if not adaptable. the concussion comment makes her snort though â like, sheâs been pushed to her death once already, so, yeah, sheâs probably got a concussion. unfortunately, this whole thing started before that. "it is batshit, but that doesnât mean it isnât true, okay?â she walks over to the windows, yanking the blinds back and pointing to a nearby apartment. âwatch that window on the third floor. i donât know if theyâre having a messy divorce or what, but sheâs about to throw all his clothes out.â sure enough, a series of shirts, pants, and underwear falls from the window to the street below. one thing wouldnât be enough to convince nico though, so she doubts itâll be enough to convince quinn. âokay, now check out the intersection. some assholeâs gonna blow a red light in his ugly pickup truck.â
taylor stood still, patiently awaiting nico to be proved wrong- she already had a quip about how april foolâs day was next week lined up when the tv went out. brow furrowed as she reached under the bar for the remote to turn it off and on again. âthat was a lucky guess, that piece of crap never worksâ she retorted. the next one was a little less easy to explain away. it was 2022 nobody ever called the bar landline anymore. eyebrow raised as mindyâs voice carried over to them, saying exactly what nico said she would. ââŠokay. this is getting creepy. how many times did you say you lived this day before?â she asked, complete attention on the other now. âand, wait. hold up. someone kills you?â
it took a moment, but taylor finally focused on the right part of nicoâs outburst. âthree times and counting,â nico said, before miming drawing a knife across her throat with her finger, sound effects included. maybe it was a little too nonchalant for confirming that sheâd been getting murdered, but it was her death. she got to be flippant if she wanted to be. âthen i wake up, day rebooted. iâd rather not do this a fourth time, so help me figure this out.â it was a lot to put on taylorâs plate, but nico tried doing it by herself yesterdayâor, the third time she lived through today. whatever. all she knew was she couldnât stop it from happening, and she had no issue dragging someone else into this if it means she might get out of it. âyouâre like, into this stuff right? how would you break a time loop?â
vasilisaâs shoulders slump, almost feeling guilty when nico mentions the state she used to be in, before she was brought back. itâs not as if she wants to be gone, she wants to be with her more than anything, but thereâs something wrong, something that the other is just⊠ignoring. âiâm sorry.â she apologises, though she doesnât know what sheâs apologising for. sucking in a breath, she considers her words and nods slowly, no longer backing away or flinching away from her touch. âokay⊠yeah, iâm pretty hungry and,â she lifts her hands up in front of her, only able to stand the sight of them for a second before she looks away. âiâd like to be clean.â she adds, feeling as if she needs nico to even lead her to the bathroom. itâs hard to remember things, hard to keep track of her thoughts, but if she just focuses on the other, itâs a little easier.Â
it feels like a victory, even if nico should probably feel bad that sheâs guilt-tripping vasilisa for dying. whatever keeps her focused on the present though, instead of spinning out into the what ifs. anyone would feel fucked up after what vasilisa went through, but that doesnât mean somethingâs wrong with her. itâs a near death experience on steroids, and people have those all the time. nico can work with this, especially when vasilisa seems to capitulate and let nico take charge of the situation. she doesnât reach for vasilisa again, but she does give her a shaky smile. âokay, yeah. totally. weâll get you clean, and then we can order your favorite from doordash. follow me?â they can start by getting to the bathroom and getting that shit off vasilisaâs hands. the faster they move past everything thatâs happened, the faster they get back to something like normal, the better for them both.Â
a brow cocks and she remains still and silent, lets the other just speak her truth, even if it sounds entirely barbaric to her. stevieâs an open minded sort of a girl, a part of her is a little curious â but for now, she restrains it, canât appear as though sheâs that easily swayed ( even if she absolutely is. ) ââŠthis is the weirdest prank iâve ever endured in my lifeâŠâ she trails off, forcing a scoff as eyes roll. âwho put you up to this, was it brandon? it was brandon, wasnât it â knew heâd try and get me for telling him i believed in ghosts.â
âno â i mean, yes, brandon told me, but thatâs not why iâm here.â nico isnât normally this earnest. she doesnât need to be, because on an average day, what she wants is for things to be light and fun. truth be told, she probably wouldâve tried to use that information to fuck with stevie sooner rather than later, but that was before this happened. the paranormal is so, officially, not funny. nico is over it. at least ghosts only have to die once. âyou believe in all this crap, right? so i need you to believe me right now.â
âis it really so hard to believe i donât want you in jail?â maybe it was. he didnât go out of his way to advertise his past. for the people who did know to connect him with his family, they tended to assume one of two dramatically different things. one group thought of him as a victimâassumed he hadnât known what his dad was doing before they charged him with multiple counts of murder. on the other hand, there were people convinced that cyrus was part of itâjust as fucked up as his dad, but too young for the blame when the truth came to light. the reality was something in between. no, heâd never been directly involved, but heâd known what was happening. provided an alibi on more than one occasion. he hadnât wanted to lose the only family he had. âi helped my dad cover shit up.â it was only fair; he knew woodyâs secret, now woody would know his. âi can help you too, if you want.â