strawberry fields forever

s • they/them • 25

[poppieseeds]

! about me !

hi! i’m s, i’m 25, and my pronouns are they/them! i’m gonna use this as an indie rp blog when i eventually get around to it! i like fruit & being gay & also ice cream. if you want to know more, just ask!

[horrorphase]

“ well, being good at it only means you're good with your hands. which is always a good thing. ” compliments always came easy, a sweet talker by nature which definitely helped not only in his social life but in selling drinks. though, with a guy as pretty as the other— emilio was trying to sell himself more, trying to appear as charming as possible. “ hey, no need to thank me. just stating facts. ” amusement colored his features as he watched the other attempt to hide that pretty smile, felt good in the ego to draw out such reaction and the modestly only attracted him more. “ thanks . . . means a lot coming from you. but to answer your question, i only flirt with the ones that look like you. hell, i shouldn't even flirt with the customers at all but one look at you, i couldn't help it. ” now, that was true— could remember all the lectures about flirting from the owner back when he was young & just starting out. “ so i'll stop before i get fired . . . but i guess it wouldn't be flirting to have a proper introduction, right ? i'm emilio. ”

[poppieseeds]

Kip had never been great at accepting compliments. Growing up in a small town, never staying in one place for long, being the quiet type, keeping to himself for the most part - all of that contributed to it. But now, in yet another new place, on what was his first attempt at going out to try to be more social, there was this bartender who seemed set on complimenting him. He could feel his ears going pink, and he wanted to hide his face in his hands, to not acknowledge the fact that he was blushing like a teenager. Hopefully, the other would just ignore it. "Oh, no, please don't lose your job because of me--" he insists, looking up into his eyes again. And, yes, he's got incredibly pretty eyes, but that's not the point of this moment - he introduced himself, and now, socially, it was Kip's turn to do the same. He'd done this dance before, at the very least. "Kip. I'm... kind of new to town, haven't been out much. So... thank you for the... uh, very warm welcome."

[horrorphase]

“ what can i say . . . i can't help that one of my turn - ons are just dudes who are into manual labor and down to get dirty. ” it was a half - joke, said with a small laugh and a flirtatious smile as his gaze continued to linger. “ no, but i'm talking about your face. got plenty to admire there. pretty eyes . . . pretty lips . . . pretty smile . . . i can go on if you want. ” ╱   @poppieseeds   !

[poppieseeds]

"I don't know if I'd say I'm into manual labor," he admitted with a laugh, looking down at the bar top for just a minute before returning his gaze to him. "Just that I'm good at it." It was the only job he ever figured out how to do. He didn't mind getting dirty, though - that was true. "Well... thank you." Kip can feel his ears going red, biting at the inside of his cheek to try to hide an even wider smile. "You're... you're handsome, too. Do you flirt with every guy who walks in here like this, or...?"

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[poppieseeds]

"What's there to admire, the grease all over my hands...?" Internally, though, he's flattered.

[rcsengxrten-a-deactivated202307]

[ ♡ ] ── * STARTER CALL FT. BENJI @poppieseeds

IT WAS the middle of the night. No one was around in the big mansion besides Benji. The boy’s father, a dangerous mobster boss, was on a business trip (as he called it) and not to expected to come back any time soon. The lights of the mansion were almost all turned off, only the light of the pool illuminated the dark and yet warm night. Benji was in the middle of the large pool after deciding to take a late night swim. He looked up when he heard something and grinned visibly. ❝Are you going to stand there rooted to the spot or are you going to come in?❞ he asked with a clearly teasing tone in his voice. ❝Come on. I won’t bite.❞ He made an inviting motion with his head before raising his left hand and pointing his index finger at the other person. ❝But clothes aren’t allowed in the pool. It all has to be taken off. Even the underwear! I’m waiting!!❞

[poppieseeds]

Honestly, Achilles didn't know how they kept ending up at places like this. It always started with a conversation about art, then ended with him being left alone for an indeterminate amount of time, and what was one to do when one was left alone for indeterminate amounts of time but to wander? It got to a point of wandering, though, when they realized that they may have wandered a little too much, because his footsteps started being the only ones he was hearing, and it seemed to get later and later, though he wouldn't know - his... host? Business partner? had taken her phone from her when she'd walked in the front door (something something confidentiality, and what were they supposed to do, wear a watch? Not likely.) So, when they'd stumbled upon a pool - a pool with somebody in it, too - they found themself frozen to the ground, unsure what to do. The person in the pool didn't seem upset at the sight of Achilles, which was a good first step. In fact, it took a few seconds for his mind to process the invitation. He expected anger, because of that something-something-confidentiality thing that he'd ignored when he started wandering. They'll take what they can get, though, and a smile starts rising to his face. "Really...?" they finally managed to speak. "You want me to come in?" But he's already tugging off his shirt, eager to get out of the night's air and into the pool.

[messrpt-blog1]

send me a ➹ and a fc ;; i'll create a character on the spot !!!

[poppieseeds]

open to anyone ! (m/nb if romantic) muse: kalev "kip" rosen / mechanic / homosexual / he/him pronouns connections: hookup, partner, friend, fwb, neighbor, pretty much anyone lol this starter can go a lot of directions

"I had a really great time last night. I don't usually get to do that kind of thing, so... thank you. Wanna do it again sometime?"

[poppieseeds]

open to anyone ! muse: isaac blumenthal /  journalist / bisexual / he/him pronouns connection ideas: friends / coworkers / friends’ siblings / we matched on tinder/hinge/app of your choice / neighbors / etc !

"Hey, so, I've got two tickets to this food festival that's happening downtown tonight if you'd want to come? I heard that there's gonna be some new food trucks there, plus some really good local places that have been around for a while. Everything's gonna be super cheap - comparatively - and the tickets come with, like, fifty bucks credit, so... no cost to you. Do you wanna... maybe, I mean, no pressure - would you want the ticket?"

[riotish-blog]

a couple that got extremely rich by doing illegal stuff and now traveling over the entire world 1st class and sleeping in expensive hotels under false id’s, smoking weed and having sex in every corner of the room and police trying to catch them so they die their hair a lot and don’t call each other by their real names in public. and basically just a lot of bad ass stuff.

[thekoolkat]

❛ i don't see a disadvantage to that . most hotels serve the most common platters and drinks . sure , they can be good , but you rarely get to experience the local cuisine . ❜ especially on a time crunch , daphne does lull over the fact that despite having been to so many places for work , having the full package experience is sparse . at the mention of his work , she jeers at certain memories . ❛ hm , it's quite shocking to find myself converse well with a writer slash journalist . god knows how much i detest them the way they run their mouths on the tabloids ... no offense . ❜ she didn't mean to sound rude , but her intolerance of them runs deep . ❛ i'm an actor , far nicer than the papers portray if that helps . ❜ she adds , ❛ i'm interested with what you write though , would you care to share ? ❜

[poppieseeds]

“None taken,” he quickly dismisses her jab at his profession with one hand raised and a shake of his head. “That’s not the sort of writing I do, anyways. I’m not really... big on pop culture, no offense.” Isaac used to keep up with it more, before he realized that it was really and truly bad for his mental health - that he’d compare himself to others far too often, and get too attached to people he’d never met. It was best for him to just stay away from it, for the most part. “Anything I would know, despite that?” he asks once she elaborates that she’s an actor, tilting his head to the side slightly. “I’m kind of just a glorified food blogger,” Isaac admits. “Except I work for a newspaper, so... I’m a unionized food blogger. It’s not much, but I do like it a lot.”

[poppieseeds]

loveshard​:

     “ I don’t need to try very hard, you do need me. Why is that so hard for you to admit? Sooner you realize it, the happier both of us will be. This holier than thou attitude is becoming ridiculous. ”

“Attitude? That’s funny. See, that’s the problem, here. You think it’s an attitude, that you’re genuinely better than me, that you deserve to have people worship the ground you walk on. I just know I’m better than you, that I deserve better than you, and that I’ll do just fine without you. So. Shame that you won’t be happy with that, though.”

[thekoolkat]

" ah , that's convenient . i've been all over the place for far too long to remember the feeling . room service has unfortunately become the norm . " she replies while nodding , admitting the conclusion of her young and stupid era . besides , her line of work has been difficult to escape especially for a night out in the city . " indeed a lucky one . would you be willing to share with me what you do for work ? might interest me for a shift with compelling points . "

[poppieseeds]

“You know, now that you mention it, I don’t know if I’ve ever actually had room service.” Isaac’s memory of his childhood was pretty detailed, and, though he could remember plenty of family vacations, he couldn’t remember any where they’d ordered room service. And now, as an adult, if he was traveling for work, he was the sort to venture out of his hotel and try whatever food the new city had to offer. It was one of the things he loved most about traveling. “I’m a writer, actually,” he replies to her question about his work, a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Journalist by day, if you wanna call it that, and more writing for fun at night.” The ever-elusive novel that he’s started a thousand times, never getting further than page one. Though he wouldn’t exactly admit that to a near-stranger. “What about you?”

[poppieseeds]

loveshard​:

     “ By all means, let’s see it then. If you think you can manage anything without me, go right ahead. Just don’t come back crawling up my ass when it doesn’t work out your way. ”

“You’d love to see that, wouldn’t you? Me on my knees begging for your help? It’s never going to happen. You’re gonna try so hard to make me believe that I need you, but, no, I’m actually better than you. It’s almost embarrassing on your part, honestly.”

[rkomi]

i'm your boss/the ceo and you're my personal assistant and though i'm married, i can't help but be attracted to you... and now we're working late and no one is at the office anymore and oh your hand is brushing against mine and oh i think i want you like right now

[thekoolkat]

daphne finds the lightheartedness of the beginning of their conversation charming , even offering the man her own little quip . " if it makes it easier for you , you neither look young nor stupid . i'd say ' yes ' is the safest answer . " the rarest of smiles grace daphne's face as she raises her drink back to him and took a sip , " i'm daphne , nice to meet you as well . " she decides she likes his company , willing to play nice just this once . " i can only assume , seeing as almost everyone in here is in their business-wear , but you also look like someone who prefers to spend their hours after work at a bar , drinking the sorrows of their work away . am i right ? "

[poppieseeds]

Isaac’s usual grin stays on his face, taking a sip of his own drink. “Then, yeah, I come here often enough. It’s not too far from my place, so...” He shrugs, gesturing around the bar. He’s not a heavy drinker, but this is the place that he’d typically come if he wants a drink. “Nice to meet you, Daphne.” A trick he’d had to use as a child to drill people’s names into his head - repeating it back to them, saying it aloud, letting it run off his tongue while looking at their face. At her assumption, he shrugs, taking another sip of his drink. “I really love my work, actually. I’m one of the lucky ones. I think you just happened to catch me in a time that I so happen to be dressed for work, but looking for some socialization outside of work before I go home for the night, you know?”

[poppieseeds]

loveshard​:

      “ you have a problem with the way i sound? you should be thankful i’m here at all. i don’t see anyone else begging to take my place. ”

“I have a problem with being talked down to. You really think you’re so special... believe me, I can get anything that I want, with or without you.”

[loveshard]

for @poppieseeds​

     “ i’m trying to be nice, but i can’t do anything if you won’t accept my help. ”

[poppieseeds]

“This is you being nice? Really? I couldn’t tell. It seemed a more demeaning than nice, if you ask me. Patronizing, even.”