[illmind]

roleplay  blog  affiliated  with  wilmafm  –   penned  by  moxi  (  28,  they/them  )  featuring  ;

wilbur  conrad,  41  (  chris  evans, intro – wanted connections  ) seren  koç,  30  (  hande  erçel, intro – wanted connections  )

[andersonfisher]

WHERE: His Farm in Wilma WHEN: October 2024 WITH: Open to All

Tilly cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper as she glanced out the window at the dreary gray sky. "I’m telling you, Brenda, he’s barely been gone a month, and she’s already listing the house. The one they built together, can you believe it?” She sighed dramatically, tracing a finger along the dusty windowsill. “I don’t care if he’s ‘in rehab’—people don’t bounce back from things like that overnight. And with how quick she’s been moving, you’d think she’d been planning this.” Tilly’s lips pursed as she watched a lone leaf skitter down the empty street, feeling the weight of the season’s chill. “Well, if you ask me, the leaves aren’t the only things dropping around here.”

[illmind]

he  sets  down  the  cup  of  hot  cappuccino,  warming  him  from  within  where  he  sits  outside  of  the  café  to  catch  the  last  sun  rays  before  fall  would  mold  into  winter.  his  drink  is  almost  empty  and  he’d  have  to  get  another  one  in  a  minute  if  he  wants  to  get  through  finishing  this  report  before  …  uh–  before  sitting  on  it  forever  probably.  will’s  hand  finds  his  eye,  rubbing  at  the  corner  of  it,  moving  on  to  his  temple  there.  the  lamest  part  of  the  job  ;      to  find  the  right  words  to  summarize  all  that  happened.  especially  lame  with  the  tea  being  served  by  the  lady  slowly  passing  by.  not  tea  in  a  classic  sense  …  but  the  story  was  intriguing.  much  more  intriguing  than  the  report  about  his  encounter  with  yet  another  small  town  criminal  from  a  few  weeks  ago.  “  neighborhood  drama,  huh  ?  “  he  glances  over  once  the  woman  hung  up.  “  sounds  pretty  dramatic  over  there.  “

[adeyemiis]

“Oh shit.”

Chi's debating on if she wants to go at this with a documenter lense: You know—observe and don't interact with the space like that. Though, it's only one cheek chew in before she immediately ditches that mentality and swoops right over with the remains of her own napkins.

“Um—I hear cold water works best with stains like that. Not that it's blood, but you know, similar color, and—yeah. You get the idea.” It's an awful thing to ramble about while giving fucked up napkins, but she digresses. “Also,” She then held up her jacket as an offering. “Me personally, I'd like…make the craziest tiktok about this. Celebs kinda dig that pity.”

[illmind]

she  pushes  back  her  chair  to  get  up  and  see  the  full  extend  of  the  stain.  staff  is  rushing  back  and  forth,  probably  to  provide  more  napkins  than  the  ones  on  the  table  but  …  the  girl  from  a  table  close  by  is  quicker.  not  that  the  crumpled  serviette  really  does  much  where  seren  presses  it  to  his  outfit  to  soak  up  at  least  some  of  the  wine.  humiliating  …  especially  considering  it  wasn’t  her  own  fault.  “  thanks.  “  she  sighs  dramatically,  obviously  frustrated  when  she  can  only  watch  the  stain  grow  in  size.  

“  this  is  so  …  stupid.  what  would  a  tiktok  possibly  do  about  it  ?  “   but  regardless  of  the  defiance  in  her  voice,  seren  takes  the  jacket  from  the  girl  to  wrap  it  around  her  shoulders.  at  least  people  seem  to  return  to  their  dinners  and  a  waitress  is  offering  bringing  a  cloth.  as  if  that  would  safe  anything.  

[slvrspringss]

Shelby had, unfortunately, been in this exact situation several times before. She had a habit of being pretty clumsy when she was drinking, so she had been known to spill on herself. Being a girl's girl, she was quick to make her way over to the younger woman. "Can I get some club soda, please?" Shelby asked the nearest waitstaff. "You're going to need it to get that out. Here, take this," she said, offering her an extra napkin. "Blot away as much as you can."

[illmind]

foreign  hands  land  on  her  and  seren  is  half  a  second  away  from  adding  another  act  to  the  scene  she’s  causing  but  …  when  those  hands  offer  help  and  when  the  voice  attached  to  those  hands  offer  has  useful  advise  she–  manages  to  keep  her  tongue.  “  ugh,  thanks  …  “  mutters  through  gritted  teeth  and  takes  the  napkin  to  do  as  she’s  told  (  for  once  huh  …  ?  )  –   “  my  blouse  is  ruined  …  crap.  what  now  ?!  what’s  with  the  soda  ?  “

[alchemyfought-deactivated202412]

𓂅 𐫱 ❛ “   well   ,   that   looked   rather   unfortunate   ,   ”   the   man   remarked   ,   head   shaking   slightly   .   he'd   never   actually   seen   someone   get   wine   thrown   at   them   ,   despite   the   fact   that   he'd   worked   in   a   bar   for   quite   some   time   .   “   a   little   too   dramatic   for   my   taste   if   you   ask   me   ,   though   ,   ”   he   told   her   .   “   what'd   you   do   to   piss   her   off   ,   hmm   ?   she   looked   so   furious   .   ”   he   wasn't   really   one   for   offering   sympathy   ,   hence   the   reason   for   his   generally   unhelpful   commentary   .

[illmind]

dinner  would  have  to  be  cut  short  with  a  necessary  trip  home  before  work.  with  a  napkin  in  one  hand,  pulling  the  fabric  of  her  clothing  with  the  other,  seren  makes  an  effort  to  soak  up  the  liquid  but  …  it  doesn’t  really  do  enough.  a  part  of  her  doesn’t  even  want  to  look  up,  doesn’t  want  to  look  at  him–  at  his  annoying  face  that’d  surely  be  nothing  but  smug.  “  so  helpful,  ryan.  “  cynicism  in  her  voice  when  she  gives  up  with  the  napkin  eventually.   “  i  don’t  even  know  what  her  problem  was,  i–  …  “   trails  off  in  frustration  when  her  gaze  finally  meets  his.  “  why  do  you  care  ?!  “

[f1cklehrt]

last night had been rough and to top it off he'd failed to get a good nights sleep. his free hand rest on his face, fingers rubbing the sleep from his eyes as the other held his phone to his ear. " hey. nothing much, i was going to go on a hot date but turns out i have to have a hot date to do that. " jack leaned back against the counter, coffee brewing to his right. he had no plans, none what so ever but he knew if he didn't do something then he'd be restless. " i might go to the gym but i don't want to. why? what are you doing? want to grab lunch or something? "

[illmind]

maybe  that’s  why  they  started  getting  along  so  well  initially.  same  brain  in  a  different  body  ?  both  of  them  blinking  at  the  day  with  a  lazy  eye  …  the  corners  of  his  mouth  curl  up,  chuckling  echoes  through  the  phone  though  it  dies  within  a  few  seconds.  “  i  mean  …   i’d  probably  pass  as  a  hot  date  so–  guess  you  got  lucky.  “  fingertips  dance  over  the  fabric  of  joggers,  picking  at  it  mindlessly.  “  we  can  hit  the  gym  together.  reward  ourselves  with  dinner  after  ?  they  have  sushi  all  you  can  eat  at  that  wasabi  place.  “

[tragicknown]

✦  ・a  nod  was  given  towards  the  other  woman,  her  smile  not  disappearing  as  she  tried  to  keep  the  vibe  as  a  welcoming  one.  “  no  worries  !  let  me  know  if  you  need  any  help,  okay  ?  ”  she  promised,  shoving  a  book  in  its  new  place.  slowly,  cel  was  unpacking  new  inventory.  it  was  tedious  sometimes,  but  her  organization  was  important.  she  looked  over  to  the  windows,  eyes  squinting  a  bit  as  a  reaction  to  the  rain.  “  it  has  gotten  pretty  bad  out  there,  wow.  any  idea  of  when  it'll  calm  down  ?  ”

[illmind]

she  should  make  an  attempt  to  browse  at  least,  not  just  stand  by  the  door  but  …  the  lack  of  sleep  is  catching  up  and  the  coldness  settling  into  her  bones  isn’t  helping  either.  seren’s  arms  close  around  her  own  frame  together,  trying  to  keep  the  last  bits  of  body  heat  captured.  “  uh  …  no.  no  idea.  “  her  gaze  wanders  out  the  window  too.  “  could  last  all  day  the  way  it’s  pouring  right  now.  “   which  is  why  she  should  probably  be  extra  grateful  the  shop  owner  hasn’t  kicked  her  out  despite  the  lack  of  effort  to  take  a  look  at  the  books.  “  thanks  …  “  she  mumbles  from  behind  a  tight  jaw.   “  any  chance  you  got  something  hot  to  drink  ?  “

[alchemyfought-deactivated202412]

𓂅 𐫱 ❛ ryan could tell something was on his mind, it didn't take an expert to be able to deduce that. people who were fine didn't peel at bottles of beer, after all. “  don't we all ?   ” he countered, arching a brow. it wasn't like he visited the bar for the environment and socialization options. he went when he had to work, and went when he wanted to drink. eyes rolled at his attempt at making a joke, head shaking slightly. he tsked, gaze fixating on will once more. “  we both know i'm the best bartender this place has.   ” he was confident in his abilities, and nothing anyone said would ever change that. of course, he knew the other was merely teasing, but his thought process remained the same.

[illmind]

“  don’t  know,  man  …  “   will  isn’t  done  pushing,  isn’t  done  glancing  over  with  half  a  smirk  crowning  his  lips.  “  you  served  me  lukewarm  beer  before.  still  not  sure  you  weren’t  trying  to  get  me  for  something  with  that  one  …  “  but  he  ends  up  laughing  it  off  anyway.  laughs  it  off  because  ryan  is  his  friend  and  this  feels  the  most  fucking  normal  things  have  felt  in  a  while.  a  sip  of  the  beer  is  taken  as  the  laughter  dies  down  and  will  takes  a  deep  breath,  blowing  it  out  in  a  heavy  sigh.  “  i’m  not  gonna  add  to  that.  this  shit  is  getting  depressing.  we  need  to  drink  more  or  one  of  us  is  going  to  cry  on  our  way  home.  “

[alchemyfought-deactivated202412]

𓂅 𐫱 ❛ navigating the world of dating was no simple task, but she remained persistent in her endeavor to find someone for herself. initially, she found the concept of dating apps to be a little strange, but she gave it a shot regardless. she had some pretty bad dates, admittedly, but some weren't too bad. once she learned how to properly handle the apps, she'd gotten the hang of it. carly had taken some time off from trying to find someone while still adjusting to her move to oregon, but she'd since settled nicely into the quaint little town, and decided it was time to try it out again. the first date nerves were present, a feeling she doubted would ever go away, no matter how many dates she'd been on. she hadn't been the most lucky in love, but she was determined to continue trying. she couldn't just give up after some bad dates, she had the spirit of a fighter. she wanted to do something different, hence, the idea of a cooking class came to fruition. she'd never done anything of the sort previously, so things were already interesting to her. she'd been waiting outside the area, attempting to calm her nerves to no avail. a warm smile spread across her lips as she looked at the man in question, relieved to discover she had not been catfished by anyone. “  yeah, that's me. nice to meet you, will.  ”

[illmind]

a  sense  of  relief  washes  over  him  which  feels  silly  for  a  moment.  he’d  seen  pictures  of  her  before.  now,  with  her  here  with  him,  the  slight  fear  of  anything  about  the  pictures  being  fake  feels  a  little  dumb,  feels  irrational  almost  even  though–      will  is  not  naive  enough  not  to  have  that  slight  bit  of  anxiety  before  every  first  date.  ugh.  that  just  makes  him  sound  like  a  date-hopper.  the  thought  goes  ignored  for  the  sake  of  answering  her  gaze  with  his  own.  warm  brown  eyes,  much  warmer  than  his  own.  a  soft  voice,  a  sweet  smile  that  makes  the  corners  of  his  mouth  twitch  in  response.  “  pleasure  is  all  mine.  shall  we  go  in  ?  “  because  sparking  a  conversation  with  somebody  who  is  mostly  a  stranger  is  at  least  somewhat  less  awkward  when  their  hands  are  busy.  busy  with  making  a  meal.  busy  with  making  a  meal  which  they  would  share  …

will  holds  the  door  for  her  and  once  jackets  were  brushed  off  and  they  are  given  their  aprons,  he  offers,  “  need  help  tying  yours  ?  “  which  …  perhaps,  too  much  too  soon–  but  then  again,  anything  to  break  the  ice  …  right  ?

[tragicknown]

✦   ・as  soon  as  will  walked  in,  her  smile  only  brightened.  “  will,  hi  !  ”  she  exclaimed,  having  finished  displaying  a  new  novel  atop  one  of  the  tables  in  the  middle  of  the  shop.  it  had  fall  decor  littered  around  it,  trying  to  fit  the  aesthetic  of  the  season.  she  was  very  into  it  and  might've  gone  a  little  too  overboard,  but  she  did  not  care.  “  i  absolutely  drink  cappuccino  !  ”  a  hand  happily  reached  for  the  cup,  it  being  brought  to  her  lips  as  a  sip  was  taken.  “  i  needed  this,  ”  she  mused,  content  by  the  taste  and  the  kind  gesture.  “  looking  for  a  book,  huh  ?  hm,  ”  she  tapped  at  her  chin,  looking  around  the  store  for  a  suggestion  to  randomly  pop  up.  “  any  particular  genre  you're  feeling  ?  ”

[illmind]

“  see–  remembered  your  order  just  like  that.  “  will  chuckles  and  glances  down  the  the  cup  still  in  his  hand.  he  feels  his  shoulders  relaxing  from  tension  that’s  been  sitting  there  for  days  and  weeks  even.  the  magic  of  …  perhaps  just  this  small  service  of  friendship  being  recognized  and  appreciated.  it  is  why  he  loves  to  come  here,  why  he  seeks  celeste’s  presence  when  he  can.  here  ?   in  the  full  moon  bookshop  none  of  the  bloody  images  and  energy-sucking  meetings  matter.  here,  reality  doesn’t  matter.  not  for  a  few  minutes  at  least.  “  mm,  yes  and  no  ?  “  will’s  gaze  finally  finds  hers  again,  smirking  just  a  little.  “  i’m  trying  to  give  it  to  somebody  as  a  gift  and  …  really  have  no  idea  what  she’d  like  to  be  honest.  “

[illmind]

“  hey  man.  “  will  sinks  lower  into  the  couch–  partially  from  exhaustion  and  partially  because  …  of  laziness.  still  digging  for  a  reason  to  get  up  and  do  something  productive  with  his  day.  that  reason,  hopefully,  being  jack  and  potential  plans  he  could  join.  if  his  friend  was  up  to  it  …  “  what’s  new  ?  “  phone  pressed  to  his  ear.  the  temptation  of  just  staying  here  until  his  day  off  is  over.  mm.  “  long  time,  no  see.  let’s  change  that  ?  what  are  you  up  to  day  ?  “   @f1cklehrt

[jensenalvarez]

jensen sat there, she sat there and watched him rub his temples. what was going on with him? a headache the brunette thought to herself. rubbing her temples was something she did when she had a headache. taking a deep breath, jensen was getting lost within her thoughts as well. shrugging her shoulders she shook her head and opened her mouth to speak "i was saying that hangovers are a bitch, especially when you have tequila in your shot. it's the worst thing to swallow." tilting her head, sitting up a minute jensen smiled softly "you need anything for that headache of yours?"

[illmind]

tequila  coming  up  again  has  him  scrunching  up  his  nose  in  brief  disgust.  will  decides  to  drown  it  in  a  sip  of  coffee  before  sinking  lower  into  his  chair  again.  ugh.  perhaps  he’d  never  be  ready  for  tequila  again.  “  yeah  …  definitely  the  worst.  and  worse  than  that.  “   he  agrees.  jensen’s  offer  is  met  with  half  a  smile.  it  doesn’t  quite  reach  his  eyes.  how  could  it  when  his  head  is  still  pounding.   “  i  mean  …  sure–  if  ya  got  anything  i’ll  take  it.  any  ibuprofen  in  your  wallet  or  something  ?  “  

[itsbrayden-rhodes]

Sebastian shook his head as he looked at the other who seemed to be struggling with the choices that they made the night before. "Oh wow.. I guess someone was a little bit too thirsty on thirsty Thursday?" He asked him as he chuckled a bit, making sure to keep the sound down as much as he could because he knew what the other was going through because he had been through it many times himself. "Don't worry about it. I don't want you to hurl." He explained.

[illmind]

“  i’m  fine.  “  will  waves  him  off–  obviously  not  very  fine  when  he  feels  a  heavy  sigh  escape  from  between  his  lips.  body  feels  heavy,  mind  heavier  but  …  coffee  might  just  be  the  one  thing  to  help  now,  right  ?  fingers  curl  around  the  mug  to  bring  it  towards  his  face  and  take  a  small  sip.  he  half  burns  the  tip  of  his  tongue  in  the  process  but  finds  himself  too  exhausted  to  react  to  it  much.  “  man  …  it’s  been  a  long  night.  fuck  knows  why  i  thought  tuesday  night  was  as  good  as  any  to  get  wasted  …  though  i  kinda  wanna  know  why  you  weren’t  out  there  getting  messy  too.  “

[alchemyfought-deactivated202412]

𓂅 𐫱 ❛ a look of concern presented itself on her features as  she  studied  her  companion,  head  canting  slightly.  it  was  abundantly  clear  to  carly  that  he'd  been  through  it,  no  words  were  necessary  to  convey  that  to  her.  perhaps  she  was  quite  foolish  to  attempt  to  strike  up  any  sort  of  conversation  with  him  to  begin  with,  because  it  was  quite  obvious  that  he  was  in  no  position  to  be  having  one.  a  small  frown  formed  on  her  lips  as  she  looked  him  over,  feeling  genuinely  sorry  for  the  man.  “  yeah,  “  she  noted,  nodding.  “  i  can  tell.  “  were  her  words  a  little  too  blunt  ?  she  certainly  hoped  not.  “  that's  not  really  all  that  important,  “  carly  told  him,  brushing  off  her  own  story.  “  you  just  look  like  you  could  use  some  company  right  now.  maybe  someone  you  can  vent  to  or  something.  i  promise  i  won't  judge.  “

[illmind]

they’d  been  on  a  couple  of  dates  by  now  –   the  early  awkwardness  of  online  dating  starting  to  fade  but  …  not  yet  faded  enough  for  him  not  to  feel  mildly  embarrassed  about  the  state  he’s  in.  too  soon  ?   too  early  for  her  to  find  out  just  how  much  of  a  wreck  he  could  be  on  a  bad  day  ?  mm–  probably.  “  it’s  fine.  it’s  …  “  nothing.  nothing  but  years  and  years  of  emotional  scars  on  top  of  other  emotional  scars  which  he  chooses  to  ignore  until  …  always.  warm  (  but  tormented  )  blue  eyes  find  her  face.  all  soft  skin  and  even  softer  eyes.  the  temptation  to  reach  out  and  feel  her  skin  under  his  fingertips  given  but  will  knows  timing.  he  knows  timing  better  than  to  turn  his  own  weak  moment  on  her.  “  …  just  met  an  old  friend  at  the  pub  last  night.  so  old  we  …  kinda  haven’t  been  friends  for  like  twenty  years  or  something.  i  hoped  it  would  stay  that  way.  “  which  doesn’t  make  him  feel  any  less  embarrassed  for  late  night  drinking  escapades.  

[alchemyfought-deactivated202412]

𓂅 𐫱 ❛ closed starter. ryan & will. @illmind

𓂅 𐫱 ❛ he knew the man's face somewhat well, ryan didn't take long to recognize faces. his memory was sharp, and it was both a blessing and a curse. while he was working, ryan did his best to avoid anything other than small talk with his customers. however, he'd reached a point with will where he was willing to sit and drink with him outside of working hours, which was quite unusual. " you sure do love to come here a lot, " he commented, a simple observation. not that he could talk. he came to his workplace on his days off. " guess a lot of people just love it here. " ryan could understand why that was, too. " we do have the best drinks around here. "

[illmind]

fingers  are  picking  at  the  label  on  the  bottle  of  beer  he’s  holding.  the  logo  had  almost  come  off  completely  at  this  point.  this  …  he  needs  this.  he  needs  the  noise  and  the  smell  of  the  pub,  needs  ryan’s  voice  in  his  ear,  needs  to  think  about  anything  than  the  things  he  thinks  about  all  the  time.  just  for  an  hour  or  two  …  “  i  come  here  to  nurse  my  drinking  habits,  ryan.  “  will  answers  dryly  though  …  the  sarcasm  isn’t  even  remotely  hidden.  “  the  drinks  are  decent  when  you  make  them.  they’re  good  when  your  colleagues  do.  “   teases,  pushes  just  a  little  further  because  fuck  …  why  wouldn’t  he  deserve  a  normal  night  out  ?  why  wouldn’t  he  be  eligible  for  …  a  good  time,  huh  ?  

[illmind]

“  you’ve  got  to  be  kidding  me  !  “   seren  stops  her  step  abruptly  to  glance  down  herself.  the  color  of  red  wine  starting  to  soak  through  her  top,  creeping  down  towards  the  fabric  of  her  skirt.  great.  just  …  great.  narrowed  eyes  find  her  opposite–  something  between  anger  and  …  frustration  ?  she  was  supposed  to  be  at  work  right  after  dinner.  “  seriously  ?!  “  she  hisses,  voice  agitated.  

[tragicknown]

✦  ・the  shop  was  quiet.  that's  how  celeste  liked  it,  content  and  in  silence.  her  focus  peaked  in  times  like,  able  to  put  up  stock  and  organize  it  how  she  preferred.  her  employees  were  taught  such  a  system,  too  —  a  method  created  solely  by  cel.  when  the  door's  bell  rang,  she  halted  in  her  step  and  turned  to  face  the  visitor.  “  welcome  in  !  ”  a  smile  was  given,  kind  and  honest,  as  she  welcomed  them  in.  “  how  can  i  help  you  ?  ”

[illmind]

the  rain  was  close  to  soaking  through  the  pair  of  sneakers  on  her  feet.  it’s  early.  not  too  early,  more  so  too  late  …   10ish  am  ?  much  earlier,  much  later  than  it  should  be  considering  she’d  worked  the  bar  all  night  and  was  only  now  on  her  way  back  home.  mm,  the  thought  of  home–  of  a  shower,  of  her  bed  …   frustrating  to  find  herself  stumbling  into  the  book  shop  instead,  seeking  shelter  from  the  pouring.  hopefully  it’d  stop  in  a  moment.  “  hey  …  “   seren  grinds  out  between  her  teeth.  “  sorry  i–  …  just  browsing.  the  rain  is  crazy  today  …  “