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ju, 26, indie rp, explores mature themes, minors dni.

[gctawaygirl]

ju // 28 // she/her // low-medium activity // always open to new partners

this is my indie blog for oc muses. i write on tumblr almost exclusively and typically say no to discord at the moment. this is not a solely nsfw blog as i enjoy all sorts of plots but mature themes will be present on this blog. MINORS DNI. i typically follow blogs i see on the dash and draft starters for (sometimes spam follow) but i only read the rules of those i interact with/reply to starters for. if you don't like something about my blog, just don't follow back or block.

muses // rules // open starters // wanted plots // memes

[matchesburnt]

open to : f / m / nb !

plot : your muse's friend / brother or other assumed close connection dumped jade right before their wedding and are newly engaged to someone else .

she sounds pathetic , is painfully aware that the gross choking sounds escaping her throat do not capture the vision of a woman who is fine post break up but with a white dress collecting dust in the back of her closet --- she was not fine . far from it really and the last thing she wanted was an ounce of company , a witness to her depressing break down . " i'm not trying to sound like a dick here . " she starts , loudly sniffling between practiced breaths . " but i really do not need your pity right now . "

[gctawaygirl]

jack scoffed, watching the othr woman from a distance for a moment. she pushed herself off the door frame and moved toward her, "i don't do pity and i think you know that," she replied, sitting next to jade, "my brother is an asshole and an idiot," she paused. she wasn't good at the whole comforting thing but she was good at brutal honesty and a bit of sarcasm, "want me to kick his ass?" she asked, not sure she was entirely joking.

[frecklcfaced]

“I mean…” He paused, looking around and trying not to make a face that would display the obvious concerns he had. “ A fixer-upper is a nice way of putting it. You could also use the word dilapidated… Condemned… Is.. Is that mold? Cause that’s definitely asbestos…” Jason scoffed as he pointed out the imperfections. He didn’t mean to be a jerk about it, but he was willing to point out what she was refusing to see. “ You know that buying a shitty place to save money and then pouring the money you saved into getting it fixed makes no sense, right? People usually purchase places like this because they know how to do the remodeling work themselves to bring it up to code. And last time I checked, you didn’t know how to install drywall. Or replace light fixtures. So I guess that’s why I’m the first to see it?”

[gctawaygirl]

Scarlett turned and looked up at where he pointed, "It is not. I did have it inspected before I bought it. I'm not stupid, you know. There is a bit of damp in the floorboards but only in a small area over... there," she gestured vaguely to a corner of the room. She stepped closer to him, smiling up at him innocently, "I could learn. You could teach me?" she suggested. Her smile widened to a grin, "And I can pay you in pizza and beer as well as cash? I would love you forever, Jason, please!" she pleaded, still grinning.

[gctawaygirl]

who has open starters that need some love?

[gctawaygirl]

open: m, similar age ( @indiestarter ) muse: arya bahl (29, she/her, teacher, bisexual) plot: inspired by this, your muse is the ex-boyfriend. they haven't seen each other in a couple of years, maybe the amount of time since the age of the child. why he's there and why they broke up, you can decide.

"what the hell are you doing here?" arya hissed, closing the door slightly so it wasn't so wide open. the last thing she needed was for her ex to see the inside of her home. he would see the toys on the ground, the drawings framed on the wall, her daughter... their daughter. she stepped out of the house a little but left the door ajar, "you can't just show up at my home like this! how did you even get my new address?" before the man could even reply, something was tugging on the front door, "davika, go back inside. mommy will be back in a minute," she turned to say to her daughter, trying to hide her from view.

[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 ··· a collection of last confessions, war-eve devotion, and borrowed time roleplay sentence starters. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, angst, war. 

I will not bid you farewell. I refuse it, so do not ask such a thing of me.

Come here. Only come to me. We need not speak of what awaits us on the morrow.

Should some ill befall me, there is a letter within my tent. You must not read it unless there is cause.

I never feared death before tonight. Then again, I had no reason to return before I had you.

You have honed that sword as though the blade has given you some mortal offense. Put it down and speak to me.

I deceived you. I am afraid, terribly so. 

Do not dare speak of loving me tonight merely because you fear the dawn will deny you another chance.

They drink and sing as though some grand feast awaits us. How can they bear it? Why are they not all screaming?

I cannot cease counting the hours that remain.

Lie beside me. I cannot endure this silence alone.

If I do not return, do not suffer them to invent some noble falsehood about my death. Tell it precisely as it was.

There is something I would tell you, but first you must swear not to turn my confession into a farewell.

The fire is nearly spent. Shall I tend it? 

I wrote your name upon the inside of my shield. You need not look upon me so.

We ought to sleep. There can be no question of it. Why, then, are neither of us sleeping?

My thoughts keep returning to the orchard at home. Somehow, you are always there, waiting beside the gate.

How many souls in this camp do you suppose shall yet be living when the sun reaches its height tomorrow?

I have never been much inclined toward prayer. For you, however, I would fall upon my knees.

I stole this wine from the commander’s stores. Speak of it to no one. Come and drink with me.

Promise me you will remain behind the lines. I know full well you shall not, but promise me all the same.

My hands will not be still. They have trembled so since the sun went down.

Tell me something in which war has no part. Anything at all. Tell me of your mother’s garden, or of some hound you loved when you were young.

I cannot stop imagining what shall become of me if I survive and you do not.

I have endured six campaigns. This is the first in which someone has awaited my return. I had thought it would lend me courage. It has made the fear far worse.

Do not look toward the ridge. Do not count their fires. Come back within the tent.

If this is to be our final night, I would rather not waste it pretending to be brave.

I left something in the quartermaster’s keeping for you. It is only a precaution—nothing more.

Every soldier in this camp is seeking peace with whatever powers may hear them tonight. I have come to seek mine with you.

The stars appear no different here than they did above our home. It seems almost an insult that they should remain unchanged.

Will you fasten my armor in the morning? I find I cannot trust my life beneath any hands but yours.

I have rehearsed all that I shall say to you afterward, once the battle is won. It has become quite the speech.

They granted us an extra ration tonight. That is how one knows the danger is grave—they fill a man’s belly before sending him forth to die.

I wish I had met you in some gentler place. A market square, perhaps, or upon a harbor road—anywhere that did not have a war fastened to it.

If I fall tomorrow, take my horse. She knows the road home and shall bear you there safely. 

You are the only soul in this camp who can make me remember that I am more than flesh fashioned to carry a sword.

I can scarcely believe I am spending what may be my final night alive quarreling with you. What are we quarreling over, even now?

I do not know how this is meant to be endured—the waiting, the knowing, the helplessness of it. How does anyone bear such a night?

I shall find you afterward. When the field grows quiet and the dust has settled, I shall come for you. Remain somewhere I may find you.

Hold still and allow me to look upon you. I would remember every part of this—the firelight, your foolish, beautiful face, all of it.

You keep assuring me that all shall be well. Enough. Do not speak promises you cannot know to be true.

I shall not sleep tonight, and you need not attempt to persuade me. Only remain awake beside me. That is all I ask.

I have made my peace with all that tomorrow may take from me—everything save you.

[victoria-pedretti]

PEOPLE WE MEET ON VACATION 2026 — dir. Brett Haley

[stayinside]

this wasn't his first choice.

after his divorce, he & his ex agreed, amicably, to live together until they were able to get baby sophia on a better schedule. with her time in the nicu, it took months longer than most to get her to sleep through the night and eat on a schedule. the divorce was hard enough to agree upon, and they swore to each other that they wouldn't let it interrupt sophia's growth. it's not that they broke that promise, but... it was hard for sam. he tried for months to keep things normal, but he couldn't fathom spending even longer in the house they once shared as husband & wife. not to mention, his ex seemed especially relieved when he offered to take sophia with him for weeks at a time.

in his ideal world, he'd have a nice little home in the suburbs with a big backyard and room for a grill. but—life rarely is that kind to him. so he's here; an apartment with a bedroom he shares with sophia, and a kitchen so small he could cry. it's not his dream, but it's a start. a new beginning on his own.

it's nights like this, though, that make him miss having a partner. sophia's been crying for hours. even when sam's able to get her to sleep, it only lasts minutes before she fusses again. she'd spent days grabbing at her ears, and after a quick visit to her pediatrician, they confirmed an ear infection. with another two hours before he can give sophia her next dosage of medication, he's been rocking her, pacing through the apartment, trying desperately to get her calm.

sam's lacking sleep himself, still not quite used to his new home—however temporary it may be. he has yet to meet any of his neighbors, but after a full night of sophia screams, he's sure they must hate him already. with a sigh, sam turns to make another lap of the room, patting sophia as he goes. maybe, maybe there's a chance a change of scenery would calm her down. besides, if his neighbors hate him now, there's a slim chance he can make it any worse.

he lays sophia down to swaddle her in a blanket and grabs his keys. with sophia tucked in his arms, he steps into the hallway, hoping desperately that something—anything—will calm her down.

the sound of a door clicking open makes him turn, coming face to face with her. he blinks blearily, glancing down at sophia and then at the cookie the woman's offered him.

"am i dreaming?" he asks, only half-joking. he situates sophia against his shoulder and reaches out to take the cookie. he hums around the bite, "if i am, at least the food is good."

[gctawaygirl]

april was flooded with guilt. she had been angry at the crying baby and whoever was their guardian. all that completely washed away. the man looked exhausted and at his wit's end and all april wanted to do was... help. it was second nature to her. she wanted to care for people and make sure they were okay. suddenly, her lack of sleep didn't matter. at his question, she laughed, "no, i don't think so. no offence but you don't look like you've slept in a while."

shaking herself out of her guilt, april looked back into her flat, "goodness, i totally just handed you a cookie i'd already taken a bite out of. how rude of me, what would my father think?" she asked herself, shaking her head as she scolded herself, "i have more, freshly baked in my kitchen. would you like some more?i bake when i can't sleep," she asked, pointing into her flat.

[gctawaygirl]

open: m/f/nb ( @indiestarter ) muse: bailey mccoy (24, she/her, dancer, pansexual) plot: your muse is the person bailey has a crush on. they could be there best friend, neighbour, classmate, fellow dancer, best friend's brother, whatever, but they aren't together yet. don't really have plans for where this will go, just go with the flow.

bailey had had a terrible day. dance practice was intense and she had fallen and failed the moves over and over to the point where the whole class had been dismissed for the day. her entire body hurt. they had a big competition coming up and she would let her entire troupe down. instead of practising or icing her body or doing literally anything to be ready for tomorrow, she was moping: curled up on her couch in shorts and an oversized hoodie with half a pint of ice cream sitting in front of her. somewhere, among the blankets and pillows she had gathered, her phone started buzzing. she cursed under her breath and started searching for it among the fabric. when she finally found it, she just caught the call, smiling as she answered, "hey, what are you still doing up? isn't it past your bed time?" she teased.

[havanaroseliuu]

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[metoras]

In the source link you'll find #302 gifs of Tom Hopper in his role as Lieutenant Raife Hastings in Terminal List Dark Wolf (Season 1) in various episodes. This gif pack was made by me, please don't claim as your own. Feel free to repost, like and use for rp purporses.

tw: weapons, violence, nudity

[leneemusing]

PROMPTS FOR PLATONIC OR NEUTRAL DYNAMICS

obviously context can be determined by you and your writing partners but wanted to provide a less inherently shippy list!

❝ i've missed hanging out with you. ❞

❝ you needed help so here i am. let me help. ❞

❝ i really value your friendship, you've always been here for me when no one else was. ❞

❝ every time you show up i know i'm about to get a headache. ❞

❝ i'm not sad i'm...i'm smad! ❞

❝ i'd wish you'd call me sometimes when you're not in a relationship crisis. ❞

❝ you're important to me—so if it matters to you it matters to me. ❞

❝ i actually have no idea what you just said but sure. ❞

❝ if you don't eat the last muffin i will. ❞

❝ i'm not really sure what to say to that. ❞

❝ if you really wanted to cheer me up you could buy me a drink. ❞

❝ look you've been running around here with a chip on your shoulder and i've put up with it for long enough without asking questions. ❞

❝ either tell me whats wrong or stop cutting into everyone. ❞

❝ i don't really wanna be around most people but it's okay when its you. ❞

❝ no one else really understands. but i knew you would. ❞

❝ i really hope you stay in my life. makes shit easier having someone like you by my side. ❞

❝ i just really need my friend right now. ❞

❝ come on, it's boring if i go by myself. ❞

❝ stop pouting, i brought something that'll cheer you up. ❞

❝ stay over with me tonight. we can rent a movie, eat shitty food and drink cheap wine. just like we used to. ❞

❝ you don't always have to look out for me. sometimes it's my turn to take care of you. ❞

❝ i know you're going through a lot right now, but those emotions mean you're alive and they are beautiful, even if it hurts. ❞

❝ lets go get something to eat and then we can talk about it. ❞

❝ i needed you! i needed my friend and you weren't there. ❞

❝ you've been a shit friend lately. you really hurt me. ❞

❝ why can't you ever just say you're sorry? ❞

❝ you know how sometimes it's about your thing and sometimes it's about my thing? this is a 'it's about me' moment. ❞

❝ i know you didn't call me at three am to talk about the moon. what happened? ❞

❝ i'll always forgive you. we've known each other for too long for anything else. ❞

❝ cheer up. it only gets worse from here. ❞

❝ i'm sorry i wasn't there when i should have been. ❞

❝ i didn't realize how bad it'd gotten. ❞

❝ i can't help you unless you tell me you need help. ❞

❝ i guess you've already seen me at my worst, huh? ❞

❝ you're an asshole but you're my asshole so. ❞

❝ don't be such a dick and come help me out, will you? ❞

❝ you're kind of bitch. it's why we get along so well. ❞

❝ ha. i knew there was a reason i kept you around. ❞

❝ you are so not driving. ❞

❝ okay lets beat the dead horse into a pulp, what happened? ❞

❝ i have thee juciest gossip. ❞

❝ you said you had something i'd wanna hear? ❞

[ 1 ] for our muses to cook dinner together.

[ 2 ] for one muse to rescue the other from a bad date.

[ 3 ] for our muses to go on a roadtrip together that goes wrong.

[ 4 ] for one muse to take care of the other who is sick or injured.

[ 5 ] for one muse to call the other in a time of need.

[ 6 ] for one muse to show up at the other's house with ice cream after a bad day.

[ 7 ] for one muse to give the other a gift.

[ 8 ] for one muse to help the other get ready for a night out.

[ 9 ] for our muses to go shopping together.

[ 10 ] for our muses to give each other tarot/rune readings.

[ 11 ] one muse accompanies the other to visit the graveside of a loved one.

[ 12 ] one muse is upset and will only let the other near them.

[ 13 ] for our muses to make a blood oath.

[ 14 ] receiver reveals a secret to sender.

[ 15 ] sender reveals a secret to receiver (feel free to add context)

[connorwyndham]

THE O.C. (2003–2007) 1X19 « The Heartbreak »

[gctawaygirl]

open: m/f/nb ( @indiestarter ) muse: scarlett monroe (30, she/her, art gallery owner, pansexual) plot: your muse is scarlett's best friend/fwb/partner/roommate/whatever and she's just bought her gallery.

"well, what do you think?" scarlett asked, turning to face the other with a hopeful smile. the place had tarp and coverings over the furniture and it was dusty and there were definitely some repairs to be done but it had potential, "i mean, a bit of a fixer-upper, but i saved some on the cost to make repairs," she explained, looking around, "i can put some walls up for extra display space, paint the walls and use the back room as an office. you see the vision right?"

[gctawaygirl]

open: m/f/nb single parent ( @indiestarter ) muse: april marchant (30, she/her, baker/florist, pansexual) plot: neighbours meeting for the first time. no specific inspo, i just think this would be cute.

april was trying to sleep. or she had been trying to sleep about an hour ago. now, she was baking in the early hours of the morning because she couldn’t sleep. she had hoped that doing something would tire her out enough to actually fall asleep despite the crying baby next door. damn these thin walls. she knew that as soon as she could afford a better place, thicker walls would be on her list of requirements. as she put the cooled cookies into tupperware, she picked one up to try. they were delicious, of course. april closed her eyes as she savoured the chocolatey flavour. her pleasure was interrupted. the crying got louder. it appeared the baby had been brought out into the corridor. enough was enough. april was not someone who kicked up a fuss but this was too much. she turned the oven off and made her way to the door of her apartment, cookie still in hand, throwing it open and opening her mouth to say her piece. then she was stopped by what she saw. a person with very dark circles under their eyes, someone very clearly struggling with a crying baby in their arms. they made eye contact and every drop of annoyance flooded out of her. this person needed help so instead, she smiled, almost apologetically, "cookie?"

[gctawaygirl]

gonna post some opens i think, got some new fcs but also trying to see who i have muse for

[havanaroseliuu]

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