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semi-selective, semi-active, multiple muse indie rp blog. penned by finch (20s, they/them).

[fcnch]

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 haven’t done indie rp in a long LONG time, so bare with me while i figure it all out again, please. 

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:

i’ll 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 you’ve got a certain gender you like to stick to for characters, that’s 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, “dubious consent”, whatever.

banned fcs are all the usual suspects (i.e., assholes). i tend to pick my fcs entirely off vibes and gif hunts i’ve seen on my dash rather than any actual pop culture knowledge, so if i’m using someone who sucks and i don’t realize it, i would super appreciate it if you let me know! (even anonymously, if that’s 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 they’ve 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 partner’s 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 we’ve just begun or have been writing together for a while. rp should be fun!

looking forward to writing with you! 

[starlingisms-backup]

[id: a tweet that reads “academic rivals to lovers but she’s the only one who hates him and he’s been in love with her since the day they met”]

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🎵 for kira & deena (i'm sorry i just love them sm )

first off, never be sorry, i love them too! <3 and i’m always up for multiple threads, memes, whatever. secondly, here you go! let me know if you’d like anything changed :)

[fcnch]

closed for @oflostsouls​ ​ / song inspiration - 🎵 ( where the light is - surface, “two left feet, can you show me where the right is?”)

deena’s 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 it—but evidently, a ballerina stopping in the middle of their pas de deux to yell at her compatriot is considered poor form. frankly, he’s lucky deena didn’t do worse than that.

so forgive her if she wants—well, if she wants kira. deena’s 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 isn’t quite ready to leave the studio space behind. despite the dramatics earlier, she loves it here. and, since she agreed to close up, she’s got the place to herself.

“hey,” deena says, meeting kira at the door with the kind of grin that usually means she’s 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. “you ever wanted to learn ballet?”

[fcnch]

🎵 🎵 from anyone you have muse for ! <3

posted here and here! let me know if you’d like any changes :)

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closed for @moonliht​ / song inspiration - 🎵 ( 777 - joji, “when i pretend that i’m your boyfriend, i’ll pour the drinks, so don’t annoy me.”) muse: carver powell

carver doesn’t even know why he bothers with this—even years after moving out, he feels the need to engage in this farce. he isn’t as detached as he’d 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, he’s brought someone else, because carver also likes lying a little too much. “what do you want to drink?” 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. “you’re letting me be your boyfriend for tonight, so the drinks are on me.”

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closed for @moonliht​ / song inspiration - 🎵 ( waste my time - sophie cates, “you are never gonna be the type to commit; one day you're in love, then you're over it.”) muse: nico silva 

it’s rare for nico to get hung up on any one person. when it comes to relationships, the person who wants more loses—it makes you vulnerable, makes you do stupid things to stay with them. nico has spent most of her adult life making sure she isn’t that person. that’s easiest to accomplish when she doesn’t 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 ends—if not before then. still, as she slides into the chair across from them, nico can acknowledge that this is not the first time she’s asked them this. “so, you free tonight?”  

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🐝  *  ―  send 🎵 or ( ‘SHUFFLE’ ) anyone. i'll adjust her to fit whoever you'd like. 🤗

whoo, thanks! your starter is posted here. let me know if you’d like any changes!

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closed for @sighkicks​ / song inspiration - 🎵 (the chemical worker’s song - great big sea, “there'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.”) muse: 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 sun’s long ago set, and olive’s still at the lab. they’re starting to see numbers and data sets floating before their eyes, and even olive can recognize it’s time for a break. it’s cold and lonely when they step outside, and that has them reaching for their second favorite vice. the cigarette’s 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. “any chance you’ve got a light?”

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🐝  *  ―  send 🎵 or ( ‘SHUFFLE’ ) 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.

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@fcnch​; liked for a shippy starter.

“..i’m standing here lookin at you and realizing, there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for you. and that’s terrifying, i’ve never felt like that before. it defies everything i know, it defies logic.”

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they laugh at first, self-conscious and half assuming this is a joke. olive inspires many things in people, but declarations of love aren’t usually one of them. when they turn to look at bryce though, his expression is unexpectedly intense. “oh—you’re serious.”

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sunrisens​:

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. she’d come out of the woods alive and intact. “well, we’re not all fashion conscious, but yeah, piper’s me,” she says, dusting off her pants even though nothing had stuck. “you’re my hero,” piper drawls. “it’s not gonna take long to get back, right?”

“uh, hopefully not,” finn says, as delicately as he can. he’s not judging, but piper doesn’t seem like the outdoorsy type. he’s not opposed to night hiking on a good day, but they’re off the beaten path here. once the sun sets, even finn can’t be completely sure he’ll know which route to take. “we’re pretty far out here. if we stay focused, we should be good. but, y’know, worst case, i’ve got camping gear in my pack.” 

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lcnelylullabies​:

“ nico, i wish this sounded like a bad joke─ you do realise you sound batshit crazy right now, right ? ” disbelief scatters itself across her features, most evident in the way her brows raise, or the way her mouth parts. somehow, that’s still not enough for the soles of quinn’s boots to unstick from the ground below them, willing to hear her out. “ you can prove it ? ” god, why was she even entertaining this right now ? “ fine, i’ll bite. but you should know i’m ten minutes away from taking you to the hospital to check for a concussion. ”

she’s prepared for this, because nico is nothing if not adaptable. the concussion comment makes her snort though — like, she’s been pushed to her death once already, so, yeah, she’s probably got a concussion. unfortunately, this whole thing started before that. "it is batshit, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true, okay?” she walks over to the windows, yanking the blinds back and pointing to a nearby apartment. “watch that window on the third floor. i don’t know if they’re having a messy divorce or what, but she’s about to throw all his clothes out.” sure enough, a series of shirts, pants, and underwear falls from the window to the street below. one thing wouldn’t be enough to convince nico though, so she doubts it’ll be enough to convince quinn. “okay, now check out the intersection. some asshole’s gonna blow a red light in his ugly pickup truck.”

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canthelps​:

taylor stood still, patiently awaiting nico to be proved wrong- she already had a quip about how april fool’s 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. “that was a lucky guess, that piece of crap never works” 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 mindy’s voice carried over to them, saying exactly what nico said she would. “…okay. this is getting creepy. how many times did you say you lived this day before?” she asked, complete attention on the other now. “and, wait. hold up. someone kills you?”

it took a moment, but taylor finally focused on the right part of nico’s outburst. “three times and counting,” 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 she’d been getting murdered, but it was her death. she got to be flippant if she wanted to be. “then i wake up, day rebooted. i’d rather not do this a fourth time, so help me figure this out.” it was a lot to put on taylor’s plate, but nico tried doing it by herself yesterday—or, the third time she lived through today. whatever. all she knew was she couldn’t stop it from happening, and she had no issue dragging someone else into this if it means she might get out of it. “you’re like, into this stuff right? how would you break a time loop?”

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lovekilling​:

vasilisa’s shoulders slump, almost feeling guilty when nico mentions the state she used to be in, before she was brought back. it’s not as if she wants to be gone, she wants to be with her more than anything, but there’s something wrong, something that the other is just… ignoring. “i’m sorry.” she apologises, though she doesn’t know what she’s apologising for. sucking in a breath, she considers her words and nods slowly, no longer backing away or flinching away from her touch. “okay… yeah, i’m pretty hungry and,” she lifts her hands up in front of her, only able to stand the sight of them for a second before she looks away. “i’d like to be clean.” she adds, feeling as if she needs nico to even lead her to the bathroom. it’s hard to remember things, hard to keep track of her thoughts, but if she just focuses on the other, it’s a little easier. 

it feels like a victory, even if nico should probably feel bad that she’s 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 doesn’t mean something’s wrong with her. it’s 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 doesn’t reach for vasilisa again, but she does give her a shaky smile. “okay, yeah. totally. we’ll get you clean, and then we can order your favorite from doordash. follow me?” they can start by getting to the bathroom and getting that shit off vasilisa’s hands. the faster they move past everything that’s happened, the faster they get back to something like normal, the better for them both. 

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lithelusts​:

a brow cocks and she remains still and silent, lets the other just speak her truth, even if it sounds entirely barbaric to her. stevie’s an open minded sort of a girl, a part of her is a little curious – but for now, she restrains it, can’t appear as though she’s that easily swayed ( even if she absolutely is. )  “…this is the weirdest prank i’ve ever endured in my life…” she trails off, forcing a scoff as eyes roll. “who put you up to this, was it brandon? it was brandon, wasn’t it – knew he’d try and get me for telling him i believed in ghosts.”

“no — i mean, yes, brandon told me, but that’s not why i‘m here.” nico isn’t normally this earnest. she doesn’t need to be, because on an average day, what she wants is for things to be light and fun. truth be told, she probably would’ve 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. “you believe in all this crap, right? so i need you to believe me right now.”

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bckwdz​:

          “  you  sure  ?  ”  woody  questioned  ,  unsure  of  cyrus’  true  intentions  .  he  didn’t  offer  his  trust  often  ,  this  situation  surely  wouldn’t  be  different  .  “  why’re  you  so  quick  to  just  keep  your  mouth  shut  for  me  ,  huh  ?  ”   he  was  wary  ,  didn’t  know  what  the  catch  would  be  ,  there  was  always  a  catch  when  ,  especially  it  came  to  things  like  this  .  there  was  blood  on  his  hands  ,  literally  and  figuratively  .  he  had  just  beaten  a  guy  to  a  bloody  pulp  ,  and  he  got  caught  doing  it  .  he  got  caught  ,  by  a  guy  who’s  telling  him  that  his  secret  is  safe  .  he  finds  it  hard  to  believe  . 

“is it really so hard to believe i don’t want you in jail?” maybe it was. he didn’t 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 victim—assumed he hadn’t 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 it—just 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, he’d never been directly involved, but he’d known what was happening. provided an alibi on more than one occasion. he hadn’t wanted to lose the only family he had. “i helped my dad cover shit up.” it was only fair; he knew woody’s secret, now woody would know his. “i can help you too, if you want.”