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#L-IVESTUDIOAUDIENCE is an independent, multiverse, eclectic multimuse writing blog inspired by media of the 1980s, 1990s, and 2000s.

often found: saving the world, universe, or both, dealing in the weird, wacky, or mad, finding family and yourself, dabbling in tropes, tropes, and more tropes, in a happy ending (or a batshit insane one).

triggers may apply. 21+ strongly preferred, 18+ minimum. rented from blockbuster by j on tumblr, also available on discord 1x1, 25, she/her.

GUIDELINES & ROSTER | PROMPTS

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like for a starter from clark, in or out of the backrooms up to you (or me!)

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the basics

name: j (a lot of you on discord know my real name. don't try to find me in real life, im wack) pronouns: she/her sexuality: [wet cough] [inhales] [even louder coughing]

three facts

1. i keep a ginormous craft workbench, mostly due to bookbinding that i took up as a hobby about...2? 3? years back. 2. i have close to 400 hours in stardew valley, thank you gabe newell for releasing the steam deck 3. my current planner for 2026 is a hobonichi cousin, but i plan to use a jibun techo for next year. also i just generally have an intense interest in all things stationery/paper/pens.

roleplay experience

how long: a now-dead text-based RPG site based on that series of books that that lady who doesn't like trans people wrote. second was joining tumblr for the LOTR/hobbit fandom circa 2012/13.

roleplay preferences

female or male: dude i've written monsters and sentient toys, i don't think this question is for me LOL. voice-yness/where a canon or OC was kinda born from or scratched a part of my brain > whatever else. fluff, angst, smut: trying to drive in a single lane is really hard. i guess my directions you'll never see me go is hellaciously grimdark, or like very flat, migratory fandom archetypified woobie fluff or whump. i like my dynamics to have some spikes and some flats. plots or memes: probably the lighter end of plots? the yes-and of a random dialogue or action meme can be awesome for shaking loose stuff i haven't thought of or providing a kick off for a longer arc, and if i have ideas about where a dynamic can go, i'll throw it out and want to get the basics down. but, like, very rare that i'll want to have like a very deep intense pre-thread plotting session long or short replies: flexible as. fuck. usually leaning to the shorter end. esp b/c i'm somebody that's often on the move/ping-ponging on and off the dash and different hobbies/likes writing on discord a lot, my writing is its best when i focus on writing what's necessary to move a plot forward vs. just me bs-ing you a bunch of flowery introspection to stretch the w/c out. best time to write: for roleplay, it tends to come and go in bursts throughout my day and week. sometimes i'm waiting at summer camp pickup typing a post on mobile, other times i'm all curled up at my desk. often, rp is actually my warmup for longer writing sprints for my solo stuff (journaling rpgs, my self-pubbed stuff, etc.) which usually happens late af or early af. anytime it's dark and quiet. are you like your muse(s): i guess i tend to latch onto a certain type of character? does that count? but i write a lot of people who aren't like me who do not live lives or have thoughts/beliefs/ways of being like me. i do sprinkle little quirky shit i've observed from myself or other people into my characterizations from time to time.

tagged by: the many i've scrolled past!

tagging: 🫵

[vitalphenomena]

THAT'S NOT HOW THAT QUESTION IS SUPPOSED TO BE ANSWERED.

“The divorce was unpleasant.” He doesn't ask this because he doesn't want to be infuriated by another response. The divorce was unpleasant—this is a simple fact. 

Something does stick, though. Phil tilts his head, minutely interested in the strain of his neck. He forgets to straighten up.

“Whose memory? Yours?”  

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HARD TO SAY. Are his eyes and what they've seen really his anymore?

"Something from somewhere," he mumbles. His fingers begin to scratch and fidget at the arm of the chair. Maybe there had been a time where answering these kind of questions would have done more than mildly irritate him.

Clark doesn't have to fight to be heard though now. Everyone has to listen.

"What are you?" he repeats.

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@spicegrrrl

NOT ONLY IS HE NORMAL-ANTSY, because the store's about to close in ten minutes. But, Clark's especially short this evening. Sales have been short. He's not in the mood for a walk, or a drive, or an exploration.

For once, he wants to go to bed.

But, he's also not in a position to turn his nose up at money.

So, when the bell on the front door tinkles, Clark doesn't smile or stand. "Welcome."

[vitalphenomena]

—WHO ARE YOU?

And how are you drunk? He thinks, of course, of his father, and as he does this, he does not smile. 

Unfortunately, Phil's not inclined to put in any of the effort necessary to make a good first impression. Now that he's here, he finds the whole place too disorienting to hold his interest for much longer.

“Your wife?”

As Phil points, the Still-Life trembles.

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"Not really."

The Pirate is somewhere with grass, far from anywhere here Clark likes to be, so there's no need to warn the other man about it.

"A mem'ry of her," he elaborates. "She didn't look like that. I don't think."

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@vitalphenomena

SOMETHING IS IN HERE. Clark has the level of awareness of a Ring camera. Something is here, but equal chances it could be a bird, a car, a fat wasp about to land on him, or a person.

He doesn't know if he sleeps here, but he is in a half rest, slumped on the form of the recliner in what he recalls his living room may have looked like in a dream. His cheek is resting on his fist, watching the entryway. The woman Still-Life lingers in the shadows of the entry, but doesn't react as the man enters.

"What are you?" he slurs.

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@huntedvideo

THE SMELL OF SPEARMINT GUM IS AGGRESSIVE, though not enough to entirely cover the eau de cheap peach brandy around Clark's person. Not his fault. There was a new corner to map last night.

He stands and clears his throat. Single guy. Futon or couch under $500. "How can I help you, sir?"

[l-ivestudioaudience]

like for a starter from clark, in or out of the backrooms up to you (or me!)

[bruisedpenny]

“brother, back the hell up or we’re gonna find out together if i got the rabies.”

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"Hey, hold on," hands going up in the defensive, but only taking a half step back. "I'm not the one you're wanting to buck up on! I don't sign the checks."

[vitalphenomena]

[ mms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] THANK YOU 💙❤️ [ mms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] the tokyo international film festival is this week [ mms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] we can see the opening film [ mms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] a star is born 🤩 [ mms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] WE'RE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN

[l-ivestudioaudience]

[After a pause to Google 'A Star is Born']

[ sms: 五条先生 ] I would rather not

[ sms: 五条先生 ] Isn't there another Human Earthworm?

[ sms: 五条先生 ] Or one of your DVDs at home?

[vitalphenomena]

[ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] you can't stop me [ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] because i'm the teacher here and i decide what the grades are [ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] 🤣 [ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] I need this one please. [ mms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ]

[l-ivestudioaudience]

[ sms: 五条先生 ] OK

[ sms: 五条先生 ] Should I get any real food as well?

[ sms: 五条先生 ] What movie?

[vitalphenomena]

[ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] no you dont [ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] i'll give you credit [ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] i'll give you extra credit !! [ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] ONLY IF WE CAN GO TO THE MOVIES !! [ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] can you get me a treat ?

[l-ivestudioaudience]

[ sms: 五条先生 ] Absolutely not

[ sms: 五条先生 ] Don't do that

[ sms: 五条先生 ] Ever

[ sms: 五条先生 ] What do you need?

[vitalphenomena]

@l-ivestudioaudience | megumi

[ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] can we go to the movies after class ?? [ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] where did you go for lunch ?? [ sms: 恵 !! 🐕🐇🐸🐂🐘🦌🐍🐦👹💙💙 ] i didnt see you leave 😥

[l-ivestudioaudience]

[ sms: 五条先生 ] No.

[ sms: 五条先生 ] I have work to finish

[ sms: 五条先生 ] Konbini

[l-ivestudioaudience]

@vitalphenomena is in my home and cyberbullied me back onto tumblr

i'm gonna check what is lurking in my drafts, but in the meantime...

pruned + added to my secret menu, most notably mel from the pitt and f/ushiguro m/egumi (jujutsu kaisen - i'm still watching this, currently in....season 2? and like have two brain cells to rub together about it, so some lore lost on me.)

added two primary muses from BACKROOMS (2026) -- clark & pirate clark

[duran-duran-esq]

⚖️ @l-ivestudioaudience filed for a Motion of Continuance. // 🪲🧃

Most humans when encountering the supernatural have one of four fear responses; flight (beating pavement), fight (beating ass), freeze (shitting oneself), or fawn (hoping the power of friendship will save the fawner from an ass beating). When Dolores arrives back at her home and levels her gaze at the overgrown Garbage Pail Kid with scurvy that's taken residence on her favorite chair and has definitely gone through her entire record collection, it's difficult to tell which one she is as she calmly sets her briefcase down. Is she even scared? Or-- "... One." Oh. "Two." She's an ass beater. "Three--"

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"WHOA, WHOA, HEY!" He doesn't know what exactly this lady can and can't do--some of these broads are real, serious pagans now! So, Betelgeuse wastes no time in jumping to his feet, hands up. The ugly little cat he's been petting (and tamping down its fur in ectoplasm) scurries off with a yowl of protest.

"I know the 9-to-5 is a real nutbuster, but you don't have to kill a guy over it!" Betelgeuse crows, backing up behind the chair. "Could've made you a martini or something with a little forewarning!"

THIS IS DOLORES'S HOME, MIND YOU. "I am as confused and displeased as you are. Didn't anyone tell you disco is dead?" Gestures at said record holder, but then waggles his eyebrows, and in a flourish of putrid smoke and light, Betelgeuse turns and reveals the most reprehensibly shimmery purple-and-green bell bottom suit known to man and poltergeist alike.

"But we could necromance it tonight?"

[duran-duran-esq]

📞 "You’ve reached Durán Law: "Your Rights, Our Fight". Ms. Durán is unavailable at this time, but she’ll be back as soon as possible. Our office hours are 9-5, 7 days a week. If this is an emergency, page her a 9-1-1 followed by a call back number. If this is not an emergency, leave a message and she'll return your call when she's able. If this is Dr. Venkman, don’t. Thank you."

At the tone, please record your message.

BEEP!

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[THIS MESSAGE LASTS--33 SECONDS.]

"HEY SUGAR LIPS," One of Dolores's armchairs, as well as the coil of her landline, will be absolutely disgusting when she returns home. "Nice, NICE place you got here—whaddya pay here, $5? Listen, Daddy needs a place to crash. NORMALLY, I cannot just waltz in here, and would not due to my EXCEPTIONAL sense of professionalism, but, ah—I don't know. Somethin's screwy about this place, but can't look a gift horse in the mouth, right? So, anyway, I'll be here, keeping this little ugly creature of yours alive. Pick up the milk on your way home, will ya?"

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