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AURORAS AND SAD PROSE. lowkey, low - activity indie rp blog, written by cat. ( she/her, 29, central ) guidelines below the cut.

muses. wanted plots. open starters. wanted opposites.

this blog is purely for a little fun writing outlet. my activity might be pretty sporadic, but that isn't indicative of my interest ! i just work weird hours lol

roleplaying is for everyone, and i also will only write with others who are 21+ for my own comfort.

i generally avoid taboo / kink plots ( incest, significant age gaps, etc. ) but i will tag all of the common triggers and any that are requested by my writing partners !

i don't have any personally banned fc's beyond the usual. in general, i won't write against fc's that have been subjects of major controversy or are deceased. i prefer not to write against muses with fc's that are not actors ( ex. athletes, musicians, models )

while i may be pretty shy in regards to reaching out first, i'm open to all ways of starting an interaction ! i'm not here to take this super seriously. send in a meme, respond to an open starter, or shoot me a dm, whatever is most comfortable !

i have zero tolerance for and zero interest to write with anyone who uses AI for roleplaying. the whole point is to connect and be creative with other human beings !

[endangeredsceneries]

Isaac lingered in the doorway of their dingy motel room a beat longer than she, eyes lifting from the single bed, to the flickering light that hung above it, and back, again, as if some second, more modest sleeping arrangement might materialize through sheer force of discomfort.

of course, the arrangement had been intentional. that much, he knew. orchestrated by his best friend, Esme’s ex, who had, much to the group’s protest, brought his new girl along on what had been meant to be a trip among their tight-knit circle. smug in his certainty that Isaac posed no threat, even seemed to expect Isaac to act as some kind of double agent, enlisted to keep an eye on Esme, by proxy, to report back on whether or not she appeared jealous. man, he could be such a prick. because, as far as he knew, nothing had ever happened between them; but, he didn’t know everything.

“oh, no... please, bed’s all yours,” Isaac insisted, “I can take the floor. I... uh, prefer the floor, actually.” to prove this deeply unconvincing point, he crouched to pat the musty carpet, once, twice, grin tightening on contact. “yep," forcing a nod. “that’s the stuff, allllright.”

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"please get off the floor," esme winced. the rooms were cheap, the sort of cheap that organized a nice little checklist in her brain of what to check, sanitize, and quarantine to a corner before either of them settled in. laying directly on the floor blew past every last one of those check boxes, crumpled up the list, and threw it in the incinerator. maybe to someone who didn't study how awful places like that could be, it would have been a romantic, chivalrous gesture. leave it to isaac to push the limits of what counted as one. "it's fine, we'll just," she paused to peel back sheet from mattress. surprisingly clean, given the state of the rest of the room. "take shifts, maybe ? there's always the chair," wooden, padding-less, and situated ominously in the corner. layered on top of the exhaustion and heartache, guilt rose in her throat ; anyone else could be normal about this. why couldn't they just be normal about this ? "or i can go grab the keys and sleep in the car or something. really, it's fine."

[pinkliqht]

open  starter  : evie  fairchild  &  any  muse.  plot  :  we  only  agreed  to  fake  date  for  convenience  but  now  you’re  actually  flirting  with  someone  else  and  i  don’t  like  how  it  bothers  me

"  yeah,  but  ...  "  her  gaze  turned  towards  who  the  other  had  been  flirting  with,  ready  to  argue  that  the  look  on  her  face  had  nothing  to  do  with  jealousy.  of  course  it  didn't,  why  would  it?  "  why  them?  they're  so  dull.  "

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"dull ?" maren snuck another glance over her shoulder, as if she needed one last confirmation before continuing. "ev, what are you talking about ? he's gorgeous ! and apparently his sister is a big fan !" the passion of the moment trickled away, leaving just the sobering hum of confusion. "are you picking up on something i'm not ?"

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late to the party but happy pride !! hope that no matter who you are, how you celebrate, and what identifiers you use, you know how loved and cherished you are !! 🌈

[moonrvier]

Adam couldn't remember what drink he was on -- third, fourth? No, no, surely it was only his second. Though the way his vision blurred would say otherwise, and the flush of his cheeks was definitely a dead giveaway that he was, in fact, more inebriated than he'd cared to admit. Still, it was a party, right? And if he was to get through the festivities of the evening with his sanity intact, he was definitely going to need more than what he'd already consumed. Besides, what was the point of an open bar? He turned at the sound of her voice. "Your lack of faith in my ability to deliver an amazing speech is astounding," he said in response. "In fact, I already told Patrick the only way I'm doing that speech is with alcohol in my system."

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"he's your brother. he has to let you talk. holding him hostage doesn't give me any more faith in you." less faith, actually, the longer her gaze lingered on his features. trailed across flushed skin. examined bleary eyes. jesus, was this dude gonna be able to read off of his phone screen ? "and i swear to god, if mia finds out you're this wasted, she's going to kill me. and that means that i'll have to kill you." a tempting thought, if it didn't mean being relieved of her duties as maid of honor. mia was her drummer for fuck's sake ! if lennon couldn't deliver this one thing, they'd be DOA before they made it out of opening act no man's land. "have you ever even given a speech before ? should i go grab one of the other guys to tap you out ?" or cut him off. or dunk him in the decorative fountain. she wouldn't be picky. "this is the first impression these people are gonna have of all of this, dude. pat and mia don't need you drunk and winging it."

[laurens-german]

ALLIE HAYES + her look in OFF CAMPUS 01.04 ‘The Breakup’

[divinetenebris]

"no actually," nila is quick with it. she's holding back a smile. because she knows she's telling the truth. the way the other woman looked was something immediate in her mind. "i would every chance i had to give many-a compliment to a beautiful woman. not doing it is like being denied water in a desert." with a compliment in there, hopeful that she'll take that bit of bait.

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a beautiful woman ? maren ran tongue over teeth. in a perfect world, she'd be able to parse apart a trap being laid. in this world, she'd just as likely stumble into it with both bleary eyes open. smugly, she adjusted mess of half-fallen curls over one shoulder. "nila thevar, calling me beautiful means nothing to me tonight, despite every single one of your best efforts."

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"we do! one post! just a single one. nothing about you. no matter how much i want to tell the entire fucking world about you. how you always hold my hand squeezing with your index and middle fingers. how you open your right eye first when you wake up. how smart and incredible you are!" the words flew from her like a torrential rain. a storm of thoughts intermingled with the winds of her voice. tears still streaked. "i don't want to keep you a secret! in what world is that being a good girlfriend? keep you on the dl? one post. one time i can just be proud of being with you. fucking sorry though! i am so very, very sorry for not asking you. sorry! never again! i'll keep my lid shut about you until the end of time."

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teo's emotions shot to the surface, and, like standing at the stove with a pot boiling over, gwen took a quick step backward. not even necessarily out of fear, but to stave off the growing hum of overwhelm in her ears. she hits gwen with question after question, apology after apology, battering her until a solution appears. it doesn't. if anything, gwen cut the heat to the burner beneath her own emotions. "you're saying that like you don't understand why i'm actually upset." hadn't she done the same thing in her youth ? 'i'll never do it ever ever ever again', saying whatever it took to make the punishment stop ? no wonder gwen's mom never knew what to do with her. "why can't this be good enough for you ? why can't this be something that's just ours ?" her own battalion of questions now. not like she could expect this to go anywhere but further downhill. "it's not keeping me a secret if i don't want to be posted. if anything, that's being a good girlfriend."

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open to : m / f / nb muse : esme zheng, early-twenties, public health major. [ test muse ] based on : this post.

moths flicker clumsily overhead, bouncing off of the lightbulb outside of the motel room. esme gingerly maneuvers key into the lock — old school — and toys with it until the door finally swings open. as if being any more quiet would help them deny the single-bedded reality before them. with a mouth faster than her brain, she's quick to problem-solve. "my sister and i used to put a wall of blankets between us when we had to share a bed on vacation. or i can try to call in a favor with hayden . . . ?"

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margot wasn't exactly the patient type. it showed ; the longer the other spoke, the more movement had begun to stir in her. foot jittered against the floor. she shifted positions once, then again. "can i cut in ?" not that she'd ever cared to ask before. she didn't really care about their answer now, either. but if she had to sit through any more details about this latest sordid love affair, margot would burst into flames. "if things suck so much, why are you still together ?"

@ivygrcws liked for a starter ! based on this.

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the traditional wedding structure was fucking stupid. typically, lennon wouldn't care. live and let live, make peace with the things you can't change, etc. she wasn't even the grudge type, swear it ! but she was heavily reconsidering such a pious stance at the sight of the other. hand tightened around her champagne flute, tight enough that she worried it would shatter in her fist. too early in the welcome party, in the extensive timeline of festivities across the next three weeks, to dip away and black out at the hotel bar. a huff. a roll of eyes. "shouldn't you be pacing yourself ? they're going to expect you to make a speech later."

@moonrvier liked for a starter ! based on this.

[divinetenebris]

"you- me what? me what? i didn't tell a soul to go to your page. celebrities with millions of followers post their friends and not a single person follows that person." teodora felt like an inquisition for something that had just been a fun idea to show off the other woman. not just looks, but to give the world a little view of how much she enjoyed her company, how smart or kind she was. "privacy from what? a couple of pictures of us out and a single video of you? i'm sorry for thinking it would be a neat little surprise! my fucking apologies. i'm glad you like your privacy from my thousands of followers than your girlfriend.

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"god forbid i think it's possible to have some privacy and be your girlfriend !" but was teo to blame for that — when the person she was had been on full display from day one ? exuberant, bright, showy. all of the things that gwen . . . wasn't. couldn't be. not when she'd dragged her feet through a whole extra year of her program to avoid defending her dissertation. and that was something she'd prepare for ! not some candid video blasted out into the digital stratosphere ! "i hate surprises," petulance seeped into her tone, the point so simple that she felt silly giving it voice. "did you even think about me when you did this ? or was i just a prop to show off how cool and hot you were ?"

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after 50 years i finally finished off campus and i'm dying to write so while i work on some repliessss give this a like and i'll throw something together from your wishlist ? <3

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open to : m / f / nb muse : kit malloy, mid-twenties, med-surg nurse.

colors burst overhead, casting technicolor shadows across kit's face and revealing a look of undisguised apprehension. as children scramble to set up the next round in the street, she hesitates right on the edge of intervening. "did i tell you that my cousin almost took his hand off with one of those when we were little ?"

[sealedfcte]

she takes a moment to brush her thumb over the back of maren’s hand, the soft skin lighting a fire within xena. and what a contradiction that was - - an act so soft and innocent making heat coil in the depths of xena’s stomach. she’d always been enchanted by her best friend, there had always been a love so consuming inside of her. “i literally can’t breathe without you. you’re not allowed to move again unless you take me with you, deal?” she raises a playful brow. they’re opposites just like the moon and the sun, bound to one another and made to make the other shine. xena sits casually spread on the couch while maren is so poised. she feels a jolt of energy surge up her spine at the contact between them - - cheeks flushing a deep red. “none of that happened while you were gone!” she declares, playful and dramatic. “i need you on my ass about good habits.” she laughs as fingers drift towards maren’s arm, gently brushing her skin, “i fear no one wants this job. you’re the only woman for it.”

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funny how quickly they could fall back into sync. twin instruments who have gained timbre and depth apart that always managed to remain in harmony. no matter how homesick she'd inevitably get, there's home here now, too. xena crafts it with endless assurances and gentle ministrations and boundless patience. "do you think i could ever tear you away from this place ?" maren waggles an eyebrow. "my offer is still on the table: me, you, a dozen chickens, a handful of goats, a little cottage in the scottish highlands where we get no wifi and sew our own clothes." truth be told, she'd move to antarctica if xena asked. she's probably told her that already, too. "i've actually been paid off. there's a wealthy benefactor who's very invested in your well-being. i don't think they anticipated for me to have such strong affections for my charge !" words braid with laughter, and maren laces her fingers with xena's. always close, skating on the thin edge that neither dared cross. "if you can believe it, no one else wanted me doting over them, either."

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mika abdalla x stephen kalyn quinn original can i get a hell yeah

[cravemore]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝    i’m    your    roommate,    not    your    boyfriend.    i    don’t    care    that    you    brought    another    guy    home,    but    don’t    fuck    him    on    the    living room    couch.  ❞

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"and you're scolding me like my father." voice sharp, like the snapping shut of an old-school flip-phone. margot most certainly takes her sweet time managing the aftermath — slips hoodie over head, over body, for some semblance of modesty; lets hair down from its hasty ponytail — before continuing. "i pay for the rights to that couch, you know. if you want to set a rule for how it's used, we have to go at least 60/40 on the rent."