𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒.

𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒍 muses

[lightshcwer]

୨ৎ 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌𝗁𝖼𝗐𝖾𝗋 ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა multi-muse, semi-selective, low, sporadic activity tumblr based muse blog. loved by opal (25+, she/her, est).

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ rules under the cut MUSES / STARTERS / WISHLIST / TEST MUSES / WANTED

01. baseline rules; obvious ones apply here. no taboo plots like incest, pedophilia, etc; barf. but also no hateful behaviour of any kind ( homophobia, racism, islamophobia, etc. ). i am however comfortable if a muse has a hateful past: i just don't want to "fix" your muse. no godmodding!! i'm not comfortable sharing my real age online but i am above 21 years old, and this is the minimum age i require of you to roleplay with me, as in your age and your muse's age, too. i will go through your profile and verify, so make this easy for the both of us and don't follow if you're a minor.

02. activity; please don’t harass me for quicker replies because i'm juggling full-time work and mental health. roleplaying is escapism, not work lol. so i ask for your patience but don't worry, i'll extend it right back :) if i suddenly disappear then come back, i'll be dropping all my old threads, simply because i don't want to waste energy continuing threads that have probably been forgotten. so if we had a thread pre-MIA era that you'd like continued, just hit me up!! odds are i'm just as excited to keep it going anyway <3

03. formatting; i don’t personally use gif icons, the sizes of my gifs vary from small to medium and to keep my page tidy. i’d prefer if you did the same but i don’t require it. you can have fancy little pretty format for your replies too it’s stunning and i appreciate it, but don’t expect it to be mirrored. what i do expect to be kinda mirrored, however, is the length of my replies. what i mean by that is that if i give you a paragraph and you give me two lines in return that don't even move things along, i'm not gonna bother replying. however, i do go insane sometimes so i'm not, of course, expecting a perfect match all the time. just give me something to work with. besides, i often write in my tags when i don't want to be matched because i lost my mind lol.

04. selectivity; i’m semi-selective, but, apart from stuff mentioned in point 01, i don’t really have a concrete list of things i won’t interact with roleplay-wise. shitty, i know, but it’ll mostly be a gut feeling. here's my banned fcs list, but i reserve myself the right to refuse to write with someone regardless.. but if something isn’t picking up and we’re both feeling like it’s meh, we can always plot something else! shoot your shot, i don’t bite. as of late, i have an overwhelming preference for female muses. my muse for my guys is very selective and i don't wanna deplete it.

05. muses; i’ve had some of these muses for upwards of a year, but most are either new or haven’t been played or explored too much yet. i test a lot of faces and have a tendency of dropping them... oops. but if one you liked disappeared, just nudge me and i'll see what i can do!! i’ll be working on their bios for you later but also short introductions for all of them.

06. content; i’m a grown woman, so it goes without saying that i'll explore mature themes here and there. i'm honestly not triggered by much ( if anything ) so i don't usually tag triggers but if you kindly ask me to, i'd love to do that for you! i want this to be a safe space for everyone as much as possible! while i love smut, i'm not always comfortable writing it. so while there may be exceptions here and there, i will mostly be operating with fade to black should the need arise.

07. starters / replies; i know how hectic life can get, and rp isn't a priority to the most of us, but rather escapism. however, my replies or starters have gone unanswered enough that i've had to make it a point in my rules. if you don't reply (or at least acknowledge me via dm) to a closed starter i make for you, or to a reply i've posted to one of your opens (or closed), i reserve the right to use my part to create an open starter. i hate getting excited over threads that go forever unanswered, and often times, those are my best work so, why not reuse it? rp partners i've had for a while will mostly be exempt of this rule, but i'm really just trying not to waste my time and energy, here. if you just shoot me a dm like, "i saw your post, i'll get to you", that works for me. however, after that initial contact, it'll be a case-by-case situation. between two to three weeks after initial contact is when i'll draw my line in the sand.

anyways, if you have any questions, shoot me a dm. this blog is still under construction, i'll probably add more rules as they'll spring to mind! if you’ve read this, thank you: appreciate you, and looking forward to rping with you hehe 

[purplemccns]

the longer he was around the femme the more he felt his stomach churn in discomfort. he wasn’t certain if it was moreso because of her, or maybe at himself from all of the valid points she made as she lectured him. either way, he didn’t like the way this night was turning out, and a part of him wished that maybe he hadn’t ran into the middle of something - granted if he was given the option to do it again he’d begrudgingly agree to make sure she wouldn’t have gotten hurt. she didn’t need to know that bit of information though.

instead, his normal quiet and somber tone seemed to overcome him once more, knowing belçim had a truth as she spoke to him and it being a rather bitter pill to swallow. part of his comfort of always being on the road was that it allowed him to distance himself from the pain that covered him like a dark cloud when he went home, or even when he talked to his sister. he felt awful for it, he knew that his sister hadn’t done anything and had even been one of the better parts of his youth, but the ache of losing their father physically and subsequently losing their mother in all other ways took it’s toll on him. ‘on both of them,’ the voice in the back of his head - one that sounded strangely like belçim in that moment - pushed as if to reiterate their conversation moments earlier.

the sinking feeling continued to swell at the pit of his stomach as she pulled him to her car, pausing only for a beat before the threat dripped past her painted lips. and while he didn’t give a verbal protest, the audible sigh along with the visible roll of his eyes showed just how much he was agreeable to this. still, he got into her car silently, looking out the window once it shut behind him with a distant look in his eye. once the other slipped into the driver’s seat, he finally spoke once more. “i love and care about her, too,” the words came out so soft that belçim could have very well missed them. he worried too, but his way of coping with this was distracting himself; this fact being one unspoken as he felt the woman wouldn’t believe him. “she just spent enough time having to be our mom when we were kids, i don’t want that to follow her the rest of her life, too.”

[lightshcwer]

from the way their interaction – or altercation, depending on who you asked – had been going, belçim had expected doyoon to put up more of a fight. the lack thereof left her mouth slightly agape as she watched him simply get into her car, gaze cast downwards. pitiful, but good. maybe she'd managed to talk some sense into him. this should feel like a win... so, why did she feel so uncomfortable suddenly, enclosed in her small box of a car with him?

she threw a quick glance his way as she buckled her seatbelt, the melancholy oozing off of him almost suffocating. belçim scoffed, focused her eyes back on the road then finally drove off. doyoon wasn't idiotic enough to jump out of a moving car, though his current demeanour might suggest otherwise. with a few miles behind them, the silence that had settled between them began to almost feel tolerable. and that was precisely when he decided to speak again. she left his first admission unanswered, knowing that clearly, there was more to follow it up. and surely enough, there was. her jaw clenched slightly, mulling over what to say to him. her usual bluntness had served her thus far, but she heard something fragile in his voice, that would possibly break if she pushed too hard. clearing her throat, she tightened her grip on the wheel and kept her gaze straight ahead. "and i'm sure if you'd ask her, she'd do it all over again without hesitation", she commented. "i can admire what you're trying to do, but you're just causing more harm than good, doyoon", she sighed, letting a beat pass between them. "...the rest of her life could be twenty years or twenty days; life is funny that way. so i wouldn't wait too long to make it right, if i were you", she suggested.

[miagothsource]

Mia Goth in Dior by Jonathan Anderson

[lightshcwer]

drafts: 10 (14) queue: 00

[ad0rati0ns]

muse: ren uchida, early 30s

open to: m, f, nb (28+)

plot: y/m is ren’s ex. it’s his birthday and he’s really drunk and y/m’s address is the only one he remembers….

he leaned his head against the door, trying to stop his mind from spinning. ren’s hair was damp from the rain and from where he slipped into a puddle. uselessly, he tried to use his key to open the door. after some failed attempts and a bad rendition of happy birthday, he hits his head against the door. he’s almost jolted to the floor when the door opens. ren looks at the other, confused. “what are you doing in my house?”

[lightshcwer]

living alone had its pros and cons. not having to clean up after someone, getting peace and quiet after a hard day's work; all pros. one – if not the biggest – con was that, when some stranger started wriggling your door handle late at night, no one else was there to protect you. and so, meenakshi took a quick detour to her kitchen, where she plucked a knife from its block, before heading towards the front door. knife securely pressed to her back, she didn't remove the safety on the door as she cracked it open. through said crack, ren was the last person she expected to see. and yet, there he stood, though not without difficulty, it seemed.

her eyes widened, taking him in. her mouth opened with a sharp inhale, as if preparing to question him, but the words died on her tongue. instead, she shut the door, undid the safety, then popped it open again. "...are you alright, ren? this is my apartment", she corrected him. thoughts flooded in her mind, trying to make sense of his sudden appearance. that was when she remembered that today was his birthday. her eyes narrowed; was this just his attempt at a drunken, miserable birthday hookup? "what are you doing here?"

[nyasm-art]

― Christa Wolf, Cassandra

[leotanaka]

Tim Kano as Leo Tanaka NEIGHBOURS (1985 - ) Ep. 9214 (2025)

[cruellesummer]

[carmen-berzattos]

Because I'm sorry, Carmen. I'm so fucking sorry. I'm really sorry. And I see who you are, and who Natalie is, and who Michael is... who Michael was. And people say such nice things about you and they tell me about how wonderful you are, and I hear about what you do. And I know I failed. Because I didn't do that. I hear about your life from other people. I don't know you and you don't know me and I did that. And i know that my saying this doesn't mean like anything except that I'm trying. It's my fault. What happened is my fault. And I should never've taken it out on you three. But I didn't know what to do. And I didn't know how to help him. I didn't know how to help him. Carmen, I didn't know what to do, I probably made it worse. I know I did. I know I made it worse. And I know that by saying that I know these things doesn't make it better, it's just, Carmen, my heart is broken. It's broken. And I know that there is love in there. I know there is because I know what I feel for you, and for Natalie and for Richie. And I never did anything to look at my own problems and I am now. I'm trying to. I have been sober almost a year. I know it's not a lot but it's a start. And I'm trying to be responsible and accountable. And I'm trying to apologize. And I'm trying to make things better. And I'm here asking if I can be part of your life again. Because I miss you. And I know I never said it enough. I know I didn't. But I love you, Carmen. You're my baby bear. And I love and I'm so sorry, I didn't say it enough. I just didn't.

[rosarysgarden]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: i have the everlasting tendency to ruin everything i love.]

[taiturner]

LAYLA in All American, 7x10 "Just a Friend"

[phantom-threaded]

BILL SKARSGÅRD in THE CROW (2024)

[lightshcwer]

⋆౨ৎ ₊˚ closed starter / @grapefruitey

this was a mistake. as he sat alone nursing a half-empty cup of coffee, august couldn't shake off the feeling that fletcher wouldn't show. but could he really blame him if that was the case? after all he'd put his brother through, being ghosted felt like very mild punishment. he drummed his fingers against the cup, unable to stop fidgeting from the anxiety. being sober had its pros, but the restlessness was a definite con. he found himself missing the numbness more than anything else.

his train of thought was cut short when a familiar figure stepped into the quaint coffee shop. august couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd last seen his brother, but the ache suddenly stirring in his chest let him know that it had probably been too long. he stood from his seat as his brother approached the table, gaze cast downwards, yet still extended a shaky hand as greeting. "hey man", he croaked out at first, then cleared his throat. nerves. "thanks for coming", he spoke, the ragged edges of his voice now smoothed out. he sat back down and his hands immediately found purchase on his cup of coffee once more.

[lightshcwer]

drafts: 9 (13) queue: 00

slowly working through my drafts 🤓 i also finally used zuleika five months after her creation and i'm frothing at the mouth for more so PLEASE demand her from me i'm begging you. apocalypse moots, this is your time to shine.

+ new test muse that i also really wanna use and flesh out more, bio here.

[sweetapparitions]

she frowned at the amount of pills her girlfriend poured into her palm , but she didn't say anything , making a mental note to google the name of the drug and if it was safe to do when nikita wasn't looking . she was a worrier , they both knew this . but she was also scared of whatever was going on , for herself and for nikita's on sake . she seemed completely out of control when she was sleeping . like her nightmares were taking to her to another place entirely . what if she hurt herself ? fell down , or sleep - walked outside ?

doe eyes followed her as she moved around the bed , fluttering closed at the kiss . it brought her momentary relief , finding warmth and safety in the other . but she worried that she wasn't getting enough rest . she worried the doctor wouldn't know what was going on , or wouldn't be able to help . she hated knowing that it was out of her hands , that she couldn't do anything . her heart swelled at the nickname , at the best girlfriend in the world . if that was true , surely there would be something she could do . " okay , " she agreed softly , begrudgingly . she didn't think she could talk her out of it ., though she doubted either of them would be sleeping much tonight . she knew she wouldn't , probably hovering outside of the office to try to hear her breathing through the crack in the doorway , to make sure she was alright before she'd be able to rest herself . " will you stay with me a little longer , at least ? i don't want to have to miss you all night . . . "

[lightshcwer]

birdie's disappointment was impossible to ignore, her sorrow etched into every trait, every curve of her beautiful face. nikita's heart winced at the sight. hurting her partner was the last thing she ever wanted to do, hence why she felt it wise to distance herself. at least, until things settled down somewhat. but with every passing day, her ache, her need for birdie grew stronger. they'd both swept previous absences under the rug, hoping they would resolve themselves on their own. but it was getting worse, and nikita knew that birdie wasn't foolish enough not to have noticed. hard not to, in their current circumstance.

"i'm sorry, birdie... i know this sucks", she breathed out, though found no relief in doing so. "but i don't want to hurt you, and it's becoming clear that that's where this is headed", she admitted, guilt sitting heavy in her stomach. her gaze lingered on her girlfriend as she made her request. she could never refuse her, and much less now. "okay... but just a little, then i have to go", she tried to compromise. and yet, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist birdie should she ask for more. tentatively, she took a seat on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving her lover. her body buzzed, every cell within it begging her to close the distance, to feel her under her fingertips.

[lcveloop]

A pout curves the edges of Elio’s mouth downwards, his eyes round and pleading. “Come on, babe. Don’t be like that. I wasn’t doing anything bad.” He had taken notice of the exact groomsman she’s talking about and now, with Liánhuā’s threat causing him to practically see red, the desire to hunt him down and spit in his face completely overwhelms him for a couple of moments. Still, Elio has to keep up with his lie so he forces himself to nod and shrug, look as understanding as he can muster as he shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants. “Of course I wouldn’t mind that. It’s your prerogative and we’re here to socialize so you can go greet whoever you want. If you think I’m going to try and stop you, you’re wrong.”

This isn’t how things are supposed to go. It’s not his first time in a similarly sticky situation, far from it, but this one is starting to seriously stress him out the more she keeps insisting that their relationship is over. Lianne is hot and their chemistry is great and her company is usually pretty enjoyable when she isn’t yelling at him, Elio can’t use her over something as silly and meaningless as kissing his ex. “No, no. You are doing this to me. You’re so convinced that I’ve kissed her—I haven’t—and you’re not even willing to hear me out about it. Like, why is it so hard for you to believe that I’m not this big bad villain you’ve built up in your head and that this is all a terrible misunderstanding? How is that fair to me?” His arms cross in front of his chest and he shakes his head, refusing to be broken up with. “Okay, how about this? I see you’re getting worked up and this is obviously not at all productive, so let’s shelve this conversation and return to it once we’ve both calmed down and can think more clearly, yeah? I feel like that’s the most rational, sane decision we can make right now.”

[lightshcwer]

"sure you weren't, elio. and don't call me that." though he keeps his cards close to his chest, liánhuā is perceptive enough to realize that the groomsman quip hit exactly where she wanted it to. a point proven was all the value she saw in that comment, but of course elio wouldn't give her the explicit satisfaction, so she'd have to be satisfied with less. her lips twitch slightly, a semblance of a smile that was still undecided on whether it wanted to bloom or not. "yeah? good, then. once you're done wasting my time, i'll go greet him. maybe get to know him more in a private location. all friendly, right?" she taunts him. "it's not like you have any authority to stop me anyway."

lianne observes him attentively in an attempt to decipher what his end goal was here. because the longer this went on, the more confused she felt. he seems to believe his own lies, or at least sell them with conviction. arms still crossed, she throws a quick glance around as elio goes on his tirade, eyes only landing back on him during a silence. "...are you done?" he simply asks. "i've already made the most rational, sane decision i can make right now, which is dump my cheating boyfriend. so wrap up the dramatics and get out of my face!" she quirks up a brow before extending a hand out, palm up. "matter of fact, give me back my apartment key."

[lightshcwer]

continued from here / @savant07

"i  mean...  yeah,  but  who,  specifically?  told  you  that  i  was  jealous,  i  mean?"  rosie  tries  her  best  to  seem  nonchalant,  though  she  knows  that  just  by  insisting,  she's  blowing  her  cover.  liam  has  every  right  to  date  whoever  he  wants:  they're  just  friends  after  all...  her  issue  here  is  that,  as  his  best  friend,  she  feels  out  of  the  loop.  hearing  about  something  as  big  as  a  girlfriend  from  anyone  other  than  liam  himself  is  hurtful.  that's  what  it  is,  and  nothing  more.

"well,  i'm  a  busy  woman,  what  can  i  say?  i  still  make  time  for  you,  though.  shouldn't  this  have  come  up  already?"  she  questions  him,  barely  holding  on  to  her  smile  at  this  point.  her  eyes  narrow,  only  for  a  second,  as  liam  delves  deeper  into  his  explanation.  chloe  peterson...  who  the  fuck  is  that?  she  makes  a  mental  note  of  the  name  to  research  it  later:  she  had  to  see  what  the  girl  that  turned  liam's  head  looked  like,  of  course.  "aww,  that's  so  sweet",  she  enthuses,  tone  maybe  a  little  forced.  "i  mean,  as  i've  said,  i'm  happy  for  you.  i  just  find  it  weird  that  you  kept  running  into  a  pretty  girl  and  never  told  me  once",  she  shrugs.  "it's  fine,  though.  i  mean,  you  don't  owe  me  that,  i  guess."