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#PLAYBUTTON, multimuse featuring original & canon-adjacent characters. slice of life, horror, supernatural, + more. this blog will contain mature themes that could cause discomfort to some readers. please view my carrd before interacting.
WRITTEN BY HOOPER. twenty-five. he / she. eastern time zone. single-space small font format with bold / italics & medium sized gifs.
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hello 😔 as you've all surely noticed, i've been gone almost 2 months... life became very hectic and i was offline for many weeks while i dealt with things. but good news! i'm finally back online & hope to continue/start threads with y'all! i do have some drafts, but i know not everyone will be wanting to continue a thread after so many weeks of me being gone.
i will be dming everyone i have a thread with to see if you'd like to continue writing with me, so please keep your eyes out for these messages in the coming week <3
(oh, also, i changed my name. formerly known as ALEX, now known as HOOPER)
"congratulations, you've officially made my list of 'people I tolerate'." | @playbutton
william lets out a laugh of surprise at the admission. despite the apparent amusement, he still stares at ian with a slightly befuddled look. "i'd be offended if i'm not someone you tolerate," he says instead, still chuckling to himself, "and i'm honored, really. but, pardon me for being curious, what prompted that? is it because i bought you coffee?"
"that may have something to do with it," ian grins, sipping on his coffee.
"you know how my patience is—if i can tolerate you, i consider you a friend." and ian has so few of those... meeting people, keeping up with people, tolerating people does not come easy to him. william, though, he gladly considers a friend. in fact, iced coffee in hand, william just gained brownie points on the friends list.
"i'd love to see you in one of my lectures," tomas says full of both mirth and earnestness. "professor isn't necessary. mr. ochoa will do just fine."
"i'm afraid i'm not all that philosophical, mr. ochoa." ian can hardly imagine stepping foot in a classroom again. it's not like high school was any fun. pulling his glasses off, ian rubs at his eyes, "i'd considered it once—twice maybe—signing up for a few classes somewhere. never did follow through with it..."
continued from here / @playbutton
surrendering to her opponent, soohyun flops onto her back, body still shaken by laughter. she gives the floor an open-palmed smack, then two more as she counts in time, "one... two... three! ding ding ding: floor wins!" before she can even attempt to get up on her own, a familiar warmth embraces her, with its accompanying scent she's come to know and love. soohyun meets hollie's eye as they stand together, not shying away from the closeness for once. her smile only grows wider, which comes as a feat in and of itself in her current state. and even as she stands upright once more, her hand doesn't let go of her friend's arm, instead giving it a squeeze.
"nothing strange, if that's what you're wondering. 'just that woobin got me this bottle of wine ages ago, and i realized i never had any", she gestures towards her kitchen counter, where an empty wine glass and a half-drunk bottle of wine sit patiently. "'cost him a pretty penny, too", her eyes widen, conveying the grandeur of the price more than words ever could. "so, i figured i'd give it a try and share with a pal, what with it being the weekend and all. do you like red wine?"
floor wins—hollie laughs at the ridiculousness. clearly, sue's enjoying herself, spirits high. it's taken only a few minutes for that same feeling to rub off on hollie. it's easy, being around sue, even easier now that she's as giggly & bubbly as she is.
on her feet, she and sue are face-to-face, matching smiles adorning their faces. hollie can smell the sweet wine on sue's breath. half a bottle's worth of wine, apparently.
"i guess the weekend is as good as an excuse as any," hollie grins. she hadn't made any weekend plans of her own, and it only seems reasonable that she joins sue for the evening.
hollie twins her fingers between sue's, holding her hand loosely as she pulls her towards the kitchen. "i love red wine. where do you keep your glasses?"
dani makes a good point— they need to eat, there's no doubt about that. what if there's nothing behind these doors and they ruin the group's chances of getting a warm meal. cecelia sighs, hand dropping in defeat. "i just .. i can't shake off this feeling, dani,"
eyes glance around the surrounding area. cecelia's not sure what she's looking for, just knows to look for something. anything weird or out of place ... but there's nothing. "if something's going on, they're doing a damn good job at hiding it." despite not finding any solid evidence, the godawful feeling in her chest only grows.
"it's still early.." they had arrived only an hour or so prior to finding the locked door. they have plenty of time to poke around without risking getting caught and thrown out. "let's get out of here but keep an eye out for anything⸻"
it's then that a loud voice shouts at them from the front of the barn. 'hey! what are you two doin' over there?' cecelia's heart skips a beat. she pulls dani close before carefully pushing her away, pretending to have just been caught making out. "sorry!" cecelia laughs it off, stumbling towards the brother. "this is so embarrassing.. we haven't had a moment to ourselves in too long."
'alright, well.. don't go messin' around with anythin' without me or brody.' he opens the door open for the women to leave. 'y'know .. mama gets nervous.'
continued with cecelia and dani, @playbutton
dread grows in the pit of dani's stomach. cecila's right. there's something—dani can't place it, but something wrong here. three people living on a farm, hidden away from the plague that's overtaken the world. first question: how? how have they been safe for so long? second question... why would they offer to feed an entire group of survivors? quid pro quo. nothing comes without a price...
dani chews at her lower lip—keep an eye out for anything⸻the man's loud voice makes dani jerk, eyes widening as cecila pulls her close. an excuse—good thinking.
malcolm opens the door, ushering them out of the barn. dani takes a few quick steps, putting space between malcolm and the two of them. a glance over her shoulder, watching him lock the barn door.
whatever secret is hidden here, dani's sure it's locked away in that barn, behind the door with the padlock. she tucks herself close against cecila's side, whispering as to not draw malcolm's attention, "these guys will have to sleep, right? we have to find out what's behind that door."
seven replies to write... my goal is to do at least three today! so excited to get back in the swing of things
i'm alive! and i will be writing replies tomorrow!!!! so sorry for disappearing!
It surprised her how nearly instantaneously he relaxed her after all this time. Honestly, seeing most people these days felt like a chore of the time. With others, she felt observed. Minutely, mercilessly, her smallest gestures noted, her silences catalogued, like some sort of scientific experiment. Why didn't people understand that made you want to grab a drink more than anything? And of course, no one seemed to grasp how that sort of scrutiny made a drink feel not only inviting, but necessary.
Her jokes about it never once landed; instead she’d watch people's face curdle into polite horror. Never with Ian, though. Once, she’d teased that she was grateful alcohol had almost destroyed her internal organs because it meant she had met him.
When Ian offered the lighter, she lightly tipped her head forward, a quiet invitation for him to spark it for her, since her hands were occupied. “Help me out?” she murmured, already shifting one of the grocery bags in his arms with the faintest nudge. The smoke of her cigarette trickled into her lungs, curling out of her nostrils as she exhaled. "Ehhh..." Junie shrugged her shoulders lazily, her grin opening up sheepishly. She knew Ian would not judge her, but for a moment, she hated the idea of possibly disappointing him.
"Not bad, but.." Pas terrible. "How do you say? Shit happens.~" When she lowered her shoulders, the grocery bag shifted, and a small clink could be heard coming from inside. Caught. Her bottle of Zinfandel, which had strategically been placed next to the zucchini was giving her away. She liked it's because it was rich and sweet, at times tart if you left it outside of the fridge too long. It wasn't often she had a drink, just.. sometimes, once in a millennium. Juniper wasn't sure she believed in complete abstinence from alcohol anyway.
It's easy getting along with Junie. Even after their few minutes together, Ian is at ease, lighting her cigarette & then his own, taking a quick puff. How many times have they stood just like this? Sharing cigarettes and talking shit about people they can't stand. He feels light, grinning at Junie's words—shit does happen, way too often. A motto he's lived by for decades, usually followed by "get used to it."
Other people live by fate. Now, there are all kinds of sayings about fate. Red strings & stars aligning. Ian doesn't believe in any of that shit. He leaves the curiosities of the world at just that—curiosities. No need to understand every happening in the world. No one has time for that, least of all Ian. But now, standing on a dark sidewalk with Junie in front of him, that vague curiosity feels a bit heavier. Maybe it wasn't luck that brought them here. Maybe it was important that they met tonight.
It's a fraction of a second—Ian's eyes flicking from Juniper's face to the bag in her arms and back, his smile dropping. A familiar sound, so familiar that even years after his last encounter, he can just about taste it. He puffs his cigarette, maybe a few seconds longer than his lungs can handle.
"Could be... olive oil?" He raises an eyebrow as the smoke swirls around his face. "Or not."
The words are an invitation, one he hopes Junie takes. Not judgmental—never judgmental—but an opening, for Junie to fill with something, whether silence or words of her own.
sorry for disappearing so suddenly and so soon after starting threads! i've been struggling a bit with things, so i have not been focusing on tumblr much at all. i'm hoping this weekend or early next week, i'll be more active! <3
i think we all know just how funky tumblr dms are... i'm happy to share my discord with anyone who wants to chat ooc over there! please note though that i only rp here on tumblr <3
Cont. from @playbutton || Diogo and Ian (x)
Truly, nothing felt better than seeing an old friend. Over the years, he and Murilo had made many of them, and though time might pass between encounters, it was wonderful when it felt like it had been a mere five minutes. That was the case here, and he moved back to sit down as he smiled at Ian.
"Ah, now you may be right that my eyesight isn't what it used to be, but still. You look fantastic." Diogo chuckled. "How have you been?"
"Now, that's a loaded question, isn't it," Ian says with a smirk.
Truthfully, he's been doing fine. Not great, but not bad by any stretch of the imagination. It's just a matter of how honest he's going to be; whether he wants to interrupt their reunion with his own cynicism.
"I've been—good. Hard to remember the last time we talked," Ian lifts a shoulder in a slight shrug. "But the years have been kind to me. What about you? How's Murilo?"
open to: all / 25+ plot: soohyun – uptight, keeps her cards close to her chest – has drunk called your muse over to their place, two things that are highly uncharacteristic of her and, therefore, ring alarm bells for your muse. dms are open for further plotting<3 character: soohyun "sue" na ⚬ mid twenties, unlabeled, parole officer click here for swapped version with her brother
when she flings the door open to reveal your muse, soohyun's entire face lights up. it is unmistakably flushed, her reddened cheeks rising slightly with the force of her grin. "you made it, hi!" she beams. then, without hesitation, she wraps her arms around your muse's neck, pressing herself to them. "i'm so glad you're here, come in! come in", she urges, peeling herself off of them. she guides them inside, but immediately trips and falls with a resounding thud. a pause... then bright laughter.
from the moment soohyun opens the door, hollie can barely contain a smile. she can count on one hand the number of times she's seen her friend drunk, and can't remember any instance of drunk calling. it's good to see her spirits high, at least, comforted by the thought that sue isnt upset by anything.
hollie barely has the door closed behind her when soohyun falls to the floor, laughter immediately filling the room. hollie laughs with her, reaching down to help her to her feet. "i can't wait to hear what brought this on," she teases. there's surely a story to be told when she sobers up—or maybe even before then.
She should’ve expected it⸺New York had a way of making her run into all the people she least wanted to see, and Ian was ..... somewhere in the middle of that list. Not quite ex-girlfriend tier, but not far off. At least she didn't hate him; hating him would make this easier. And if anyone were to ask, sure, she hated him. Hated that he won over her, hated that he could handle things she seemingly couldn't. But no, she respected him, and that was worse. It meant she couldn't just wave him off and keep walking.
"Balcony seats?" Her mouth twisted into something that might’ve been a smile if he squinted. "Right." She gave a pause. "I'd rather lurk in the back and judge you from the shadows. Can't show all my cards, y'know?" The truth was, she wouldn’t have sat front and center even if he’d begged⸺too much eye contact, too much risk of her looking like she was genuinely interested in what he had to say. That she could actually learn something from him, after all of these years.
She shifted the strap of her satchel higher, catching the faint trace of cigarette smoke clinging to his jacket. "Besides, you’d just spend the whole time wondering if I was scribbling notes about your brilliant use of negative space, or drafting the world’s most scathing letter to your boss, telling them that they should have me up there instead." Both options had crossed her mind during the talk, though she knew she couldn't face a crowd of uninterested young adults. She'd probably turn the talk into performance art, and try to swallow her fucking camera to feel something other than the contempt in front of her.
Her gaze caught on his for a second too long, and she broke it deliberately, letting her voice dip into something a little more genuine. Kind of odd for Mandy. "If you really wanted to impress me, you could come with me and we could have a hot dog eating contest. Rudy's is calling my name⸺" She winced. Fucking up, already. "Shit. Sorry, I forgot⸺... mmm, maybe Diner 24 is more up your alley."
Ah, that familiar back-and-forth that he enjoys so much. Mandy always was a fantastic opponent when they started taking jabs at each other, and it's a relief to see nothing's changed. Some of his peers—though he often hesitates to call them that—from the past could barely stand him, annoyed by his near-constant scowl & the way he lost himself in the view through his camera lens. The first time one of them called Ian pretentious, he cried—from laughter. Few people have ever been able to truly understand his photography; what it means to Ian to hold a camera. He's happy to say Mandy is one of the few.
"Brilliant use of negative space? You find me brilliant?" Ian asks, hand on his chest and eyes wide, false sincerity dripping from his tongue. "I can autograph your notes, if you'd like. Hell, I'll autograph the letter to my boss too. He'd probably be happy to hear from me."
It'd take twenty years of military-grade torture to get him to say it, but Mandy would do great on a stage. No one would do well in front of the audience he just spoke to, but an audience of photographers; of people interested in the art? Ian would pay to be there to witness it. Mandy's passion for photography has always inspired him, and he knows it would inspire others. Not that she needs to know he's thinking that...
Ian stuffs his hands into his pockets, considering Amanda's offer. It's not as if he had any plans to be interrupted. "Rudy's wouldn't have been up my alley at my worst," he jokes. "Diner 24... they serve breakfast this late? Never a wrong time for hashbrowns."
The walk would do him good... and make up for the hashbrowns he probably shouldn't eat. He always enjoys the night air, even if the air in New York is borderline poisonous. He'll deal with it—anything to avoid spending more time alone in his apartment, thoughts flying by too fast to even recognize.
"this new generation of twenty-somethings don't know their head from their ass," tomas says, lightly and without much acidity. "but! the classroom is for everybody."
"tomas... is this an official invitation for your next semester?" ian can hardly contain a grin. "i'm not callin' you professor, if that's the case."
PERMANENT PLOTTING CALL.
hello all! my name is ALEX ( twenty-five, he/she ) & this is a permanent plotting call for my blog. if you LIKE THIS POST, at any point between now & forever, i will reach out to you via tumblr dms to discuss plotting with our muses! this call is open to anyone over 21, mutual or not!
introducing . . .
• kim le, an original character inspired by pirates of the caribbean: captain of the siren, chosen to lead by her crew. • ben ryan, an original character: a boy, all grown up, but forced to live with the memories of his childhood. • nathan wright, an original character: a young vampire with an up & coming music career. • dani jacobs, an original character inspired by jeepers creepers: an unimaginable loss inspiring an unbeatable hunter. • carina de carlo, an original character: a born werewolf & now psychiatrist using her education to benefit fellow supernaturals.
+ and many more!
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Open: any (28+ if potential ship) Connection: y/m has been involved in something and Maria is one of the EMTs on the scene - take it anywhere Muse: Maria Delgado. 27-33. Paramedic.
"Hey there, how you doing?" Maria offered a friendly smile as she approached them. "Wanna tell me what happened here?"
Ben blinks slowly, squinting his eyes in an attempt to relieve the pain in his head. Even the paramedic's voice sends an electric shock through his brain. Paramedic—that's good. . . or bad. It's never good to need a paramedic, but always good to have one when you do need one. . . or something.
Carefully, Ben touches his temple, checking his fingers for blood. He's surprised to find them clean. The guy threw a good punch, hard enough to take Ben right off of his feet. It's another surprise to realize he's standing now, somehow maintaining balance with the stars in his vision & throbbing in his head.
"I got, uh, punched. Yeah. . ." Ben closes his eyes, trying to recall the events that led up to his unfortunate circumstance. "There were. . . insults thrown around, and then a drink. You can probably figure out who won," Ben says, forcing a laugh.
