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@littledaydreamers
I'm looking to do a couple more larry rps if anyone is interested? Could also be Zarry but Larry is preferred. I normally like to play Harry, and I like to play him as a bottom or a switch but could be talked around to playing Louis. I'm open to most plots and aus. Band/celeb, slice of life, supernatural, a/b/o, darker themes. The sky is the limit. I write in third person and I mirror the length of replies so whatever works for you! 21+ only please. I have discord and telegram too.
interested in a private oc celeb rp set in hollywood? afterglow might be the perfect place for you. while we are starting private we may decide to become public after reaching our 20 mun cap. please be 20+ to interact with the post or contact this blog about the group.
we are open for interactions and looking forward to more people!
looking for a small private oc celeb discord-based group? afterglow is set in hollywood and is based around a group of celebrities trying to figure out how all their personal details and secrets are being leaked to the press. Starting with a mun cap of 20. like this post or reach out if interested in an invite! (must be 20+ to enter) We're now open for interactions!
looking for a small private oc celeb discord-based group? afterglow is set in hollywood and is based around a group of celebrities trying to figure out how all their personal details and secrets are being leaked to the press. Starting with a mun cap of 20. like this post or reach out if interested in an invite! (must be 20+ to enter)
looking for a small private oc celeb discord-based group? afterglow is set in hollywood and is based around a group of celebrities trying to figure out how all their personal details and secrets are being leaked to the press. Starting with a mun cap of 20. like this post or reach out if interested in an invite! (must be 20+ to enter)
looking for a small private oc celeb discord-based group? afterglow is set in hollywood and is based around a group of celebrities trying to figure out how all their personal details and secrets are being leaked to the press. Starting with a mun cap of 20. like this post or reach out if interested in an invite! (must be 20+ to enter)
looking for a small private oc celeb discord-based group? afterglow is set in hollywood and is based around a group of celebrities trying to figure out how all their personal details and secrets are being leaked to the press. Starting with a mun cap of 20. like this post or reach out if interested in an invite! (must be 20+ to enter)
looking for a small private oc celeb discord-based group? afterglow is set in hollywood and is based around a group of celebrities trying to figure out how all their personal details and secrets are being leaked to the press. Starting with a mun cap of 20. like this post or reach out if interested in an invite! (must be 20+ to enter)
looking for a small private oc celeb discord-based group? afterglow is set in hollywood and is based around a group of celebrities trying to figure out how all their personal details and secrets are being leaked to the press. Starting with a mun cap of 20. like this post or reach out if interested in an invite! (must be 20+ to enter)
Felix & Rory Moodboard
I'm still here, and I will do my replies soon -- just having some quiet time as I'm not feeling great atm
"i swear.. if you do anything to mess this up.. kai, i'm serious this is important to me." she gave him a bemused tilt of her head as she smoothed her hair and ruffled the ends that had been curled. there was a coordinator on the set to put kai and pia in their first positions which had to be with pia practically in his lap.
of course any position she was going to end up in was going to remind her of the nights prior where they spent hours making eachother feel incredible. even slipping into his lap and trying to muster up some chemistry like they hadn't already met she could already hear his moans replaying in her head on a loop.
after a few minutes she was a bit stuck, because she couldn't continue anymore. "can i take five? sorry." luckily the photographer was quite understanding and pia wondered back to her dressing area to drink some water. already in a jug for her with ice and lemon she poured herself one filled to the brin as she felt like her body was on fire.
Kai watched her leave the set with a smirk, half-amused, half-pushing down his own reaction to the tension between them. He leaned back slightly, eyes following her movements, but he made no move to approach. Sheâd made herself clear, hadnât she? He knew exactly what she meant when she said she wasnât playing games, but the challenge of keeping his hands to himself was something else entirely.
He followed her retreat with a cool smile, stepping away from the set but not leaving her too far behind. He wasnât going to make things harder for her, not right away anyway.
When she returned to the dressing area and poured herself a drink, he let the silence stretch for a beat, just long enough to make it uncomfortable. "Youâre going to have to calm down eventually," Kaiâs voice was low, smooth as ever, as he leaned against the doorframe, watching her. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, knowing she felt the heat from him too.
"This setâs about chemistry, right? You want me to act like I donât already know exactly how to push all your buttons?" He pushed off the doorframe, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her, the hint of something more dangerous simmering in his tone.
Kalebâs eyes widened a fraction as he saw Lydiaâs familiar silhouette against the window. Of course, it was her. When a date went southâand they often seemed to do so for herâshe always ended up at his window. Heâd grown accustomed to the soft tap, tap, tap against the glass, a signal he knew well. He pulled back the curtains, his own exhaustion mirrored in her posture.
Without a word, he unlatched the window. Lydia clambered inside with the practiced ease of someone who'd done it countless times. It was a routine, a comforting ritual built on years of a friendship deeper than most people understood.
Kaleb knew she wasnât really asking a question. It was more of a statement, and one he already knew the answer to. He just nodded as he replied, "Always. You?"
Lydia let out a breath she hadnât realized she was holding, her shoulders finally slumping as she perched on the edge of the bed. She glanced at Kalebâreally looked at himâtaking in the exhaustion in his posture, the quiet understanding in his eyes.
She gave a small, humourless chuckle, running a hand through her already-messy hair. "Yeah," she admitted, voice quieter than usual. "Always."
She let the silence linger for a moment before flopping back onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. "I swear, I could write a book on bad dates at this point. Chapter One: âHow to Spot a Walking Red Flag in Five Minutes or Less.â"
She threw an arm over her eyes, shaking her head. "Tonight's disaster? Talked about himself for two hours straight. Didn't ask me a single question. Like, sir, I promise you, I do not care about your fantasy football league that much."
A short laugh escaped her, but it lacked any real amusement. "The worst part is, I knew. I always know. Five minutes in, and I was already plotting my escape. I should start carrying smoke bombs or somethingâmake my exits more dramatic."
She peeked at him from under her arm, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. "Or, you know, I could just stop going on these stupid dates altogether. But whereâs the fun in that?" Lydia stated, flipping over on to her stomach to look at him properly. "Your turn... Make me feel better about my tragic night."
Owen sighed, though the attempt was somewhat stifled by a sharp intake of breath as Mei pressed a bit too firmly on the singed flesh of his thigh. "Explosion battlefield? Now that's just colourful," he mumbled, trying to inject a lightness into his tone that he wasn't entirely feeling. He knew Mei worried, and he appreciated it, even if her worrying took the form of theatrical frustration and a concerning knowledge of bloodstain removal techniques.
He watched her, amused despite the discomfort, as she ranted about cotton and floorboards. "Relax, Mei. It's nothing a little elbow grease and a good scrubbing brush can't fix." He even managed a small, lopsided grin. He knew she hated that he dismissed things so easily, especially when those "things" involved explosions and blood, but it was his default setting. Panic rarely solved problems.
When she called him a doughnut, he chuckled. "A big, glazed doughnut," he corrected, then immediately regretted it as her glare intensified. He understood her frustration, truly. He knew seeing him hurt bothered her more than she let on.
"I know, Mei," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers. "But I'm alright. Just a little⊠crispy. Besides," he added, attempting to lighten the mood again, "who else would you steal medical supplies from if I wasn't constantly providing a reason to?"
Mei froze mid-rant, her fingers tightening just a little around the bandage she was wrapping around his leg. Her eyes narrowed into dangerous little slits. "Oh-ho, crispy, is it?" she echoed, voice deceptively light. "Just a little crispy? Owen, you look like a marshmallow that someone dropped into a campfire and then tried to convince everyone was still edible!" Ok, so maybe she was exaggerating a little, but she was just trying to get her point across.
She huffed, pressing the bandage down with just enough extra force to make him wince. "And elbow grease and a scrubbing brush?! Oh wow, thank you, Mr. Domestic, for your deep and insightful cleaning wisdom! Iâll be sure to remember that while Iâm on my hands and knees scraping your poor life choices out of the floorboards!"
Her frustration hitched when he grinned at herâgrinned!âlike this was all some big joke. Like she wasnât currently battling the very real urge to smack him upside the head with the nearest throw pillow. "Owen, I swear to everything good and sparkly--If you make one more jokeâ" And then he called himself a big, glazed doughnut.
For a moment, silence. Then, a deep, slow inhale through her nose. "Oh, you did not justâ" The glare she gave him was like none other she'd ever given.
But just as quickly as it flared, her anger deflated. She sighed, shoulders slumping, as she secured the last of the bandages with a little more gentleness. "You know I hate this, right?" Her voice had lost its sharp edges, replaced by something quieterâsomething raw. "I hate seeing you like this. I hate that you act like your pain is just⊠a funny little inconvenience. I hate that you think I only care because of the mess or because I have to clean you up." She tied off the bandage with a little flourish and then sat back on her heels, arms crossing. "I care, you big, dumb, freshly burnt doughnut because you matter. Because you being okay matters."
She sniffed, then nudged his uninjured leg with her foot. "And because I like stealing your medical supplies, but thatâs beside the point." A pause. Then, grudgingly, "... You are kind of a glazed doughnut, though."
Aylin beamed, her usual sunny disposition not even slightly dimmed by Jeydaâs reticent demeanor. The way his fingers had barely grazed hers when he took the mail did make her pause for a fraction of a second, though. She wondered if he was alright.
"You're welcome!" Aylin chirped, her voice light and airy like the dandelion seeds she sometimes saw floating through the courtyard. She noticed he didn't look at the envelopes, and a small frown tugged at her brow. Legal firm mail wasn't usually cause for celebration, was it?
When his rough, quiet 'thanks' came, Aylin just nodded. She didn't expect him to say more. Jeyda never did. She held his gaze for a moment longer, a gentle, unspoken question in her bright eyes. Maybe he just needed a friendly face, even if he didn't want to admit it.
Seeing him tuck the stack under his arm, Aylin gave a small tilt of her head. "Have you settled in? I know you're new to the building but what about the city?" she questioned curiously.
Jeydaâs eyes flickered to hers for a moment, almost imperceptibleâenough to catch the question but not answer it. His lips tightened, a small shift in his posture, but his gaze quickly drifted to the ground, focusing on the faint crack in the pavement as if it held the answers. He didnât want to talk about the city. The city didnât matter. The past didnât matter. Not right now.
âYep, new to the building not to the cityâ he muttered, his voice still rough. He shifted again, ready to end this little exchange, but her smileâher lightnessâhung in the air like a tug on his chest. She was persistent. It was almost unsettling considering the harshness he had become used to in prison.
âThough it's been a while since I've been out in the city,â he added, this time quieter. He didnât know how much more he could give her.
although she didn't want him to leave right away, the whole idea of letting him into her world so to speak was somewhat daunting. mostly because of the assumptions he'd made about her from the moment their eyes met and yet she had allowed him to come over.
call it lust filled haze on her part but she wasn't ready to give him up just yet. so they induldge in an intimate moment in the hot tub, back to their back and forths even between chinese food and then she offered him to sleep in the guest room. feeling like inviting him to her own was a little.. personal and overstepping the line of whatever they were doing.
a few days went by and of course pia's mind was filled with him, it made her furious just how much he had gotten under her skin. even more so when she turned up to one of her shoots and she was introduced to her partner for the day only to catch sight of him once more. was the universe finding this funny? "what are you doing here?" she mumbled between having her touch ups. "you never once mentioned you did anything like this.." not that they really spoke about their lives too much.
Kai took a moment to look her over, just for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, his eyes scanning her from head to toe with an unreadable look. He was a little shocked to see her too, but it wasnât something he was going to let slip. Instead, he covered it with that signature smirk of his, as if seeing her hereâunexpectedly, of courseâwas exactly what he expected.
âDidnât mention it because it wasnât important,â he said, leaning against the wall, his voice smooth and casual. He stepped closer, his body language unbothered, though there was an underlying tension that only seemed to draw him nearer to her. âBut I do my fair share of work. Turns out the universe has a funny way of making things... interesting.â
His gaze settled on Pia, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. âYou know how it is,â he continued with a lazy shrug, trying to mask the surprise he still felt. âYou don't seem happy to see me, Princess.â
Ember's cheeks burned brighter under Rory's playful gaze. He thought she was flustered, not making a fool of herself? Well, that was⊠marginally better. Relief washed over her, quickly followed by the realization that she still had to say something.
"No, no crisis!" she blurted out, a little too fast. Ember immediately cringed internally. Smooth, Ember, real smooth. She forced a small, shaky laugh. "An existential crisis might be a bit dramatic," Ember managed, her voice a touch breathy. "Just... a bit surprised. You're... you're usually on stage, not, you know, buying oat milk lattes." She gestured vaguely with one hand, hoping she didn't look like a complete idiot. The fact that Rory was smiling at her, a real, genuine smile, made her want to melt into the tarmac. She just hoped she wasn't making him regret ever leaving his house for caffeine. "Oh my goodness, am I stopping you from getting your coffee?"
Rory let out a soft laugh. He shook his head, still grinning as he glanced down at the empty space where his coffee should have been.
âAh, well,â he said, looking back at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. âContrary to popular belief, I have somewhat of a life outside of performing. Oat milk lattes are a big part of that life. Well, it's vanilla latte, if we're being pedantic but that's neither here nor there.â He joked with another laugh. He started to say something else when a group of fans approached, asking for autographs and photos. A flicker of hesitation crossed his faceâpausing mid-conversation felt a bit awkwardâbut he obliged with practised ease, signing and smiling before turning back to Ember with an apologetic smile. As the fans walked away, their hushed whispers lingered in the air, curiosity evident in their voices as they wondered about the redhead by his side.
Rory let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he glanced toward the café. "Well, technically, yeah," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But I'm in no rush. I reckon the latte can wait. I like being able to have these moments with my fans." He replied honestly. "Just make sure you get a photo or something before I go. I'd feel terrible if I forgot and left you with nothing to remember from our chat... that's if you even want to remember this -- I probably shouldn't assume. I'm not that arrogant, I promise." He ran a hand through his hair, laughing.
