- ̗̀ why would you say i was the last one?

non-binary, they/xe/she, bi. xxi. est. follow and interact from my main @theinfinitedivides.

[stcnefruit]

— ella, they/xe/she, bi. xxi/twenty-one. est. student. semi-selective, beta editor locked, original character/multimuse indie rp sideblog. spotty to low activity. minors, solely sm*t focused blogs and zionists do not interact. caribbean af (🇩🇲 | 🇬🇵 | 🇲🇶) and then some, the tongue comes with it.

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[nailsonblackwomen]

#myprettyset

[modedamour]

[rpcarticulation]

PSA: THREAD REPLIES ARE NOW THEIR OWN POSTS.

For those unaware, tumblr staff has (probably been forced to by shareholders) updated so that each post is it's own post with it's own notes. Threads are still connected and can still be trimmed and reblogged, however each roleplay reply will have it's own set of notes (likes, reblogs, etc.). While it doesn't seem like the RPC will be affected compared to many of the other communities on tumblr, please be aware to check the notes of the previous thread reply to make sure you didn't miss anything, and use the drafting system to bookmark your WIP replies if you haven't already.

[multis-a]

if you ever feel bad/insecure about your writing just remember: at least it isn’t ai

[demetriusmarkee]

[modelsof-color]

Divine Mugisha for Ralph Lauren FW 25 Lookbook

[rpmemes-galore]

i wanna make it unequivocally clear that there are no time limits when it comes to rping with me. idc if you're scrolling through your drafts and you find a thread of ours from two years ago+ and you wanna continue it... but you're afraid i'll be upset with you bc it's been so long...

babes, i am holding your face so gently when i say this: do the thing. i promise, the only thing i'mma be when i see that notif is excited

[handgiven]

𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 : 001.the seaside ,  as the sun is setting . — @stcnefruit.

there's melancholy beauty to the sea here, the grey stony beaches that bear no mark of human presence beside the lack of shell here and there, which might well be the sea taking back its sacrifice same as a little child clutching it desperately, lovingly, in its pocket. the lighthouse here is decrepid and old, empty and useless now that its modernised brother operates a stone's throw up down the shore. he has lived here, once. the brick bares and crumbles to the touch, but he does not. everything passes, and the earth breathes in light, as the sun covers it in its golden hour.

emmanuel, too, picks up a stone, no doubt more beautiful now so wet and in this light, and holds it in his hand. he might bring it to the lighthouse yet. some of his old things might still be there. little treasures of the past. he is in no rush, though. the lighthouse will be there, and it will be dark, in spite of the beautiful light show just starting to spill on the horizon. no, he's in no rush, and this is the place to be.

the vacant beach strewn along with stone is no place to hide. a lonely figure seems to glimmer here all the more in this wonderful sunset. and though he may have set out to be here alone, he finds himself gravitating slowly to that corner of the world. slowly.

[stcnefruit]

— he hasn't been back to this beach since he was a child. the thought doesn't come to him like a wave as much as it does a bucket of ice cold water with the cubes still in. that kind of bone-chattering shock, sudden, all-encompassing, all at once. battering ram of realization. (no. not realization. more of a knowledge, like how he knows his lab work, the results, the bite of housekeys when you clutch onto them too long because you cannot get them in the lock. pre-downloaded information; an innate sense. he reworks the sentence.) this beach has not seen him since he was a child. the phrasing softens the passage of time, slightly, puts the blame on the liminality of space instead of his body—what he assumes is his body—with two legs and two hands and a driver's license, when the backseat of his mother's Corolla has taken up its current place in past tense. long shadows, long cast of the road, long miles ticking down the hours. and that jawbone curve of sunsets, at the end of it—light upon the sloughing of the sky. the murmur of the ocean upon the earth's edge, mamá standing in the gap. universal warmth, of her lips pressed to his hairline. there's a stone in his hand, now. there's a stone in his hand and he doesn't remember picking it up but he's trying to figure out, since he has it, when it became so fucking small. when he became able to swallow it, inside that hand, palm to finger, fist to cold. when the lines drawn in the sand between pebbles became the lines carved into his forehead, little furrows stretching into the horizon. (uprooted and unsettled even in sleep, mamá used to say. always running from something, mijo. what is chasing you? learn how to keep the pace and it will not hurt so much.) he thinks he wants to lie down here, with every stone notching into his spine through his jacket, and not get up. he thinks he wants to stop running. he hears the footsteps behind him first. reaches for his phone almost automatically, stops before the motion's halfway into his pocket. goes through his checklist, of who could have followed him to somewhere he only remembers because it is one of the few places patrilineally untouched. Aashwi would have called him first, then his co-workers, then his mother. tried his apartment next, being the only one besides her who knows the code. taken the train to 167th Street, after, just outside the Museum, seen if she could find him inside among Catlett and Keïta and Osario. usual solutions, for the usual haunts. this is neither. so. he turns around. balks, for a bit, once it registers that she is not the one waiting for him. regroups, to err on the side of caution, once it registers that she could have sent someone in her stead. there is no guidebook written for what she could be willing to do. there is someone else on this beach that has not seen him regardless. it's going to be a long fucking drive just to go back emptyhanded, he quips, when the other is within earshot. you here to take me back as a souvenir or am i reading this wrong?

[thrdnarrative]

Two men converse on a pedestrian bridge in Kaduna, Nigeria

[goldcoasthoney]

by livewithkemi

[naturalhairhow101]

[oflline]

[leneemusing]

morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before  

[kingofwesteros]

i spy a conversation about double/triple spacing happening in the rpt tag and i thought i'd remind y'all that there's a browser extension that allows you to adjust spacing for reading. this means you don't have to manually add double or triple spaces to your replies in order to be able to read yours and everyone else's replies with extra spacing.

and in not manually adding the extra spacing you need, you also accommodate for the people who may struggle with readability on the opposite side of the spectrum.

the text spacing editor is available both on google chrome and mozilla firefox.

thank you @jackhelps for first sharing this a while ago!

[brownsk1n]

[mcflymemes]

A HANDFUL OF MISCELLANEOUS PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue most likely taken from taskmaster, adjust as necessary

i was so shit at that.

i don't know what the hell is going on.

you know i'm strong, so if i break this, that's on you.

i'm under a lot of stress.

are you going to explain yourself?

this isn't fair.

there's a peep hole.

what am i gonna do with that?

i wish that was a joke.

was it that bad?

have you tried it?

it could take a few months.

there's something inside this.

i'm good at this! i'm very good.

can you argue with me though?

you look fabulous.

do you chase people?

we'll come back to that later.

was that wrong?

i would have done it... if you'd done your fucking job.

say it. we're all adults here.

whisper it to me.

that's enough!

god, i almost believed you.

look at me!

listen, i don't care about that.

we are lovers.

where's the cheese grater?

live your truth. if you like it, you like it.

i don't feel good saying this.

would you like some dessert?

i didn't say it was going to be funny.

this is amazing.

the least i could do was rob him.

they're all pieces of shit.

i make this look good.

how do you make cereal? do you add the milk first, or add the cereal first?

how dare you.

this has been a weird week for me.

i dressed as spongebob to go to a party.

i find it religiously insensitive.

let's never speak of it again.

are you married?

maybe you and i could hang out sometime.

i didn't realize you had a degree.

can i play a saxophone? no.

there's a dignity in total failure.

you look happy.

i am happy any day that i'm with you.

i just feel like we've got so much in common.

what life choices brought you here?

we're creatures of habit, aren't we?

would you like some champagne?

so... i've set it on fire.

when i don't smile, people think i'm dead.

he needs to smile more.

that's my favorite bee gees song.

i'm in quite a lot of pain.

am i missing something?

here we are!

what's your favorite swear word?

not today, satan.

you're doing so well today!

this is where the magic doesn't happen.

smells nice in here!

nice to know i'll never find love.

i don't know if you can tell, but i feel quite lonely.

shall we hold hands?

neither of you noticed this woman lying on the floor?

it's in your pocket!

don't know what's going on... but then to be honest, i've not had a clue what's going on for most of this.

i don't mean to be rude.

do you feel any sense of shame?