[thelcveclvb-archived]

can this please get a reblog if you believe rp ships don't have an expiration date?

like unless there was some fall out that happened along the way. and whether it’s been a long or short while since our ship interacted and/or since we as muns have spoken/plotted something about it, you’d still be cool with starting that ship over or perhaps picking up where they left off ??

[wxnderinghearts]

When the realisation hits and you wanna rp again...

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Closed Starter: @scriptisarcanisx

Avery had never imagined that her life would end up as it had. She’d definitely not planned on falling in love with her professor, running away and reuniting once again. But here she was. Staring at the faint pink line on a stick. A stick that was about to tell her what her future held. There was no denying that this whole situation wasn’t planned. Avery was between her place and Rolphs; with her possessions slowly but surely migrating to remain in his home. But a baby. That was a much more permanent fixture. 

Shaking as she picked up the stick, she took a deep breath in an attempt to compose herself before heading toward the males study. As she knocked on the door, an intense churning consumed her stomach; a mixture of nerves and a tiny bit of excitement. Opening the door, she made her way to his desk and steadied herself against it. “Hey... Um-- There’s no way to sugar coat this. Please don’t freak out, I know it’s a shock but I’m pregnant. Well we’re pregnant.” The brunette explained, placing the pregnancy test upon the desk.

[wxnderinghearts]

I really want/need new threads...

[wxnderinghearts]

I’m thinking about making a small discord server (as notifications are far more reliable than tumblr) for people to chat, find wanted plots etc. I’ve been part of a few before but none seem particularly active atm. 

Anyone think this is a good idea??

[wxnderinghearts]

scriptisarcanisx​:

He was more than just a little bit on edge as his eyes scanned the security cameras, anticipating Camilla’s arrival and making sure no one else saw her come in. Thankfully, Cami already knew the drill whenever he’d invite her over. She knew to be careful, she knew how not to be spotted. He took a deep breath when he saw her, trying to calm down his nerves. He didn’t know how things were going to go after he brings it up. One thing was for sure, Will was willing to fight to keep Cami in his life. He didn’t ever want to lose her again.

It didn’t take a second from when she’d arrived for him to swing the door open and gently but swiftly ushered her in. He did a quick sweep on the outside before he closed the door behind him. He knew he was acting a little weird, but they would get to that in a moment. “I’m glad you’re here Cami,” he sighed, pulling her in for a quick hug. Normally, he would’ve played coy, taking every opportunity he saw to tease her. But there were more pressing matters than his want to just rip her clothes off and take her on any piece of furniture available. Instead, he took the redhead’s hand and led her toward the nearest living space. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he began as he offered her a seat. “The press knows you’re back. They know we’ve been seeing each other. But I’ve paid them off to be quiet — but really, I’m just buying time.” He carefully scanned her expression.

There was something off about Will from the second Cami laid eyes on him. His hands were usually all over her body by now and the red head couldn’t help but pout a little. She missed his touch, often more than she liked to admit. She could tell that he had something to get off his chest, after all, she liked to think she could read him like a book so she played along, allowing him to guide her to the living area where she promptly positioned herself on the couch, kicking off her heels in an effort to get comfortable for whatever lay ahead. 

As Will spoke, Cami couldn’t help but inhale a deep breath. This was definitely not what the pair wanted or needed. As far as she was concerned, she was happy in their little bubble but she also knew that she had to face the music and acknowledge that the bubble would need to burst sooner or later. The redhead was however hoping that it would be much much later. Biting her lip as she thought, she looked up at Will. “I don’t know if I can do this again.” She admitted in total honesty. “It was such a mess last time.” Camilla Westwood was never the emotional type but the thought of repeating the drama all over again and potentially losing Will was more than she could handle. “What do you want to do?”

[wxnderinghearts]

scriptisarcanisx​:

“I suppose the less lies we have to keep up with the better,” she nodded. Maybe she had judged the male a little too harshly. Despite his head being inflated with a large ego, he may have saved space for an actual functioning brain. But those praises weren’t going to leave her lips. He probably already knew full well. And she needn’t stroke his ego. But she was sold. She definitely worried less about the whole situation. All they had to do now was play it out. As he laid out the papers, she read each line carefully. There was jargon she couldn’t quite comprehend, but she was sure it was all part of a standard non-disclosure agreement. Her finger gently pressed against her upper lip as she considered him. “You have yourself a deal,” she smiled, sticking her hand out like she assumed people do when they strike deals of any sort.

“I wasn’t aware I was going to make my debut as Mrs. Wilde so soon,” she confessed as she signed the contract. She slid the papers back to her faux husband. She gave him a small smile quickly excusing herself. She tried to keep her calm, despite wanting to freak out over the pace of things. Instead she concentrated her efforts into looking decent, fixing her hair in the mirror before she turned back to Hunter. “Lead the way, my love,” she smiled at him, eyes sparkling like she meant the word.

Taking her hand, he placed a kiss to the back of it before shaking it, sealing the pairs now intertwined fates. “Why wait.” He shrugged, watching as the papers slid their way across to his side of the table. A feeling of relief flowed rapidly through his system but he knew it would be short lived. After all, whilst he’d gotten the formalities out of the way, he still had the rest of the façade to play out. 

He rasped his knuckles against the surface of the table as she excused herself, a small smirk present on his lips as he assumed her behaviour to be the result of nerves. Who could blame her. She was now engaged to the Hunter Wilde. She would now be under a lot of pressure and a part of him believed she was somewhat excited by the prospect. It wasn’t as if being engaged to him didn’t come without it’s benefits. His eyes dropped quickly over her, taking in her form and deciding she presented well enough for the occasion before offering his arm for her to take. “Of course, darling.” He added, a wide smile on his face as he began to move toward the door and out into the real world. 

[wxnderinghearts]

scinglives​:

@wxnderinghearts​

Callum felt as though he had reached his limit today, some days he was fine and the pain inside was middle ground. And then some days are like today. Where everything just hurts and feels as though he’s overwhelmed with grief and self doubt. That he could never be a good enough father, that if his wife were still here, she would be doing an amazing job.

He couldn’t help but throw a glass against the wall, he needed something to break. Thank God it didn’t wake Isabel. He needed something that he could smash, something that felt as broken as his heart did. He let out a shaky breath as he put his head in his hands, letting a few tears fall, jumping as he saw his friend standing in the doorway. “Shit.” He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He could hardly shrug and say ‘I’m doing fine’ now she had seen that. 

Marley had been back and forth to Callum’s house for what had seemed like the longest time now, as part of her every day routine. The brunette wasn’t sure if he he was accepting of her help but he needed it. Her friend needed her and she would be damned if she didn’t do all that she could to support him and help him take care of his little girl. After all, Marley did adore her. There were many days that Callum spent in a daze, days like today where Marley moved around the house without him knowing. Days like today when he’d possibly forgotten she was even there. But she couldn’t blame him; he was hurting. 

“Stay still.” She spoke softly, moving toward him. “You won’t be fine if you cut yourself on that mess you just made.” She chuckled, knowing that whilst it was serious, the last thing he needed was a lecture. She moved to find the dustpan nearby and began sweeping up the shards of broken glass that lay scattered across the floor. The glass glistened on the ground just as his tear stained cheeks reflected the light from above. “It’s okay not to be okay.” She reminded him, moving to place a hand on his arm, giving it a soft squeeze.

[leneemusing]

misc prompts for your feels

“ unique just means alone. ” “ i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first. ” “ i know i’m a monster, but you look at me like i’m a man. ” “ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe. ” “ we all have sins to pay penance for. ” “ don’t look at me like i’m a hero. you’ll only disappoint yourself. ” “ sometimes when you look at me it’s like…it’s like you’re staring straight past my flesh and into my soul. ” “ you make me want to live. ” “ i know i don’t deserve forgiveness, but i like the idea that some people think i might. ” “ i trust you with my life. ” “ you’re more like family to me than my own blood. ” “ i’ve never had any sort of family before. ” “ your life is far more precious than mine. ” “ i don’t care what happens to me. as long as you’re safe. ” “ i need you to live…cause if you’re gone then, i don’t know what the point of it all is anymore. ” “ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ” “ i love you, and i know you may never feel the same. but i’m okay with that. ” “ i couldn’t say no to you even if i wanted to. ” “ you’re worth more than this. ” “ why do you walk around as if you’re somehow less valuable than the rest of the world? ” “ please, let me help you. ” “ just let me do this for you. ” “ you do have something to live for. you have me. ” “ you’ll always have me. ” “ i see you. i know you feel so invisible all the time, but you’re not. not to me. ” “ it’s okay to be angry, you’re allowed to be upset about what happened to you. ” “ don’t you realize you deserve more than this? ” “ you’re not a machine or— or some thing. you’re a person, and i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise. ” “ please, just hold on a little longer. i can’t lose you too. ” “ this scar..what happened? ” “ if you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. ” “ you’re bleeding— how long have you been hiding this?! ” “ sometimes i realize one day i could die, i could just disappear and the world would be none the wiser. there’d be no one to miss me and that terrifies me more than death itself. ”  “ i’m not sure i know who i’m supposed to be anymore. ” “ my mind is so loud and i’m afraid it’ll never be quiet again. ” “ when i’m in a crowd i just want to melt away and yet, when i’m alone it’s somehow worse. ” “ loneliness is a poison and i’ve been drinking it for so long, i don’t there there’s an anecdote to save my soul. ” “ i don’t care if the world knows my name, i just want you to remember me. ” “ you deserve more than i could ever give you. ” “ i love you. i know that’s not enough, but i do. ” “ you’re safe with me, you always will be. ” “ you make me feel safe. like i’m allowed to be anything i want. ” “ i’d do anything to be the person you love again. ” “ i’ve got you, you’re safe. ” “ just rest, i’m here. ” “ you can stay with me tonight. ”

[wxnderinghearts]

Someone plot with me ya girl is lonely very in the mood to plot and mobile atm

[wxnderinghearts]

Someone give me a really feelsy plot/ship. I’m in the mood to have my heart broken and put together again. ALL THE ANGST 

Like this if you want to plot. Any plots, not just this one. I’ll slide into your inbox.

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Open Starter M/F/NB: 

Context - She’s a sugar baby who’s fed up of being lonely. The company for coffee could be any relationship of your choosing, old friend, romantic interest, fwb, someone from her past she doesn’t want to see etc.

Taliyah was hungover. Hence the slumped figure in the chair as she awaited her company for coffee, with large sunglasses hiding the evidence of the night before and preventing her from essentially becoming a vampire in daylight. She’d raided the minibar of the latest hotel stay when he didn’t come home. More often or not she spent many of her nights and days drowning her sorrows in the most expensive bottle of champagne she could find. And each time, she would drink it all to herself. 

“A coffee, as strong as it gets.” She spoke to the waiter as a figure moved to sit in front of her. “Please. No lectures.” She sighed, sitting up somewhat in attempt to appear a bit more put together for the company she had. 

[justmorerpmemes]

Emergency Fluff and Softness Starters

“Hey, come here. It’s alright.”

“Shh. It’s okay.”

“You got me, and I’m not so bad, right?”

“I know what you need. Hold on.”

“I’m arresting you for being criminally cute.”

“Sleeping in? Hell yeah.”

“That was my blanket! Come on…”

“Don’t you dare. No, no puppy face of yours is gonna work…”

“I just found out I have $40 more than I thought. We’re getting take out!”

“Have some of this. You’ll feel better.”

“Ey, I got you. You know I do.”

“I’m glad you’re here. Truly.”

“Thank you for being gentle.”

“You did not just throw that pillow at me!”

“Door’s locked, lights are off… snacks are here, what’s next?”

“Your hands are cold, let me help.”

“You really didn’t need to, you know.”

“You needed a hug.”

“I will not be broken… I will not be… fine, you win stop with the face.”

“No, you’re cute. End of story.”

“I’m not cute. End of story.”

“Listen, we don’t have to fight, we can both be adorable.”

“…but I like it when you’re a soft dork.”

“Come on, get over here.”

“I will squeeze the unhappiness out of you!”

[wxnderinghearts]

ofxinnocence​:

Heather slowly shook her head when Bobby asked where she was going to go. “I have no idea, I don’t know,” she mumbled softly. She wanted to say something else but fell quiet at the words the other said. Her eyes grew wide in surprise at the fact that Bobby had said ‘we’. Where are we going to go? Was he willing to go with her? She couldn’t interrupt his entire life, could she? Doing it for her own life was one thing, she had done it before. But to ask that from him, even though he had offered it to her right now… That was probably too much. “I can’t ask you to do that. I’ve done it before. I can’t ask you to drop everything and to join me,” she whispered softly as she reached out so she could take his face in her hands. “But I want to be with you so badly. I love you so much. I wish I could stay here,” she said, her eyes looking up at him, nearly begging him to give her a solution which would be able to make them stay here and not run.

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.” He responded, his words slow and clear, an eerie calmness in the words he spoke. He was sure of his thoughts, his words and his actions. He was always proud of this and now was no exception. Heather was the one good thing Bobby had in his life. She was his smile, the reason he was excited to come home. He’d follow her blindly and she needn’t ask. “We can start a new life away from here, away from the bad memories. Not just for you. For me too. I’ve had too many bad times here. Let’s just go.” He leaned his face into her touch. But something nagged at him. “Or we can stay, we could move to a new address. Stay in the city but move somewhere just on the outskirts. I know it’s not a lot. But we can have some time to try and fight this. To think about how we can move forward.” He added. His thoughts and words were now running at one hundred miles an hour and it was undoubtedly a lot for the pair to process. 

[americasdaddytm]

PSA ABOUT THREADS

It’s okay to time skip in a thread. It’s okay if you want to give a thread a proper ending. It’s okay if a thread is just one scene. It’s okay to give a thread a beginning, middle and end. It’s okay to make a thread whatever you want it to be. 

I love the idea of a thread being like a book. It can be as short or as long as you want. Don’t be afraid to talk with your roleplay partner about the life span of your thread. They don’t have to be indefinite. They can have an ending and then you can start a new one.

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iintotheunknown​:

wxnderinghearts​:

Austin could see the smirk on her lips and the thoughts moving through her pretty little head. He’d reeled her in. However, the male was uncertain as to whether she was no playing a game or genuinely meant what she was saying. Austin was a proud man and to not make top ten, whether truth or fiction, stung a little. “Well, don’t worry too much, hun. You’re not exactly stand out material either.” He chuckled. “Unless you want a chance at proving me wrong?” He teased. Over the years, Austin had grown rather distant and cold, something that in that moment he was doing a good job of showing. Rather than accept the loss he’d chosen to sour any positivity between the two for the sake of his own ego. “Although, if you did that you’d be begging me to stay afterward.” He mumbled, looking up at her. He wanted so much not to be so cruel but his mouth was quicker than his brain, perhaps due to the alcohol that was ever present in his veins. “So, it’s your choice…”

Austin was walking on thin ice here. Atlas probably shouldn’t be feeling as offended as she was considering she had been the one to call it off but she couldn’t help it. She just needed to remember who was in control here. There was no reason for her to get upset over him saying she was not a stand out although she was almost certain he was lying; he was just upset that she was ending things. “Oh, my dear sweet boy,” Her smirk remained even as her head shook in disapproval. “I am not an idiot.” Leaning back in her seat, the blonde crossed her arms over her chest. As much as Atlas always strived to prove that she was willing to do anything to get the job done, there was a point where she needed to stop seeking validation from the men in her life. It didn’t matter if nobody took her seriously, she would always be the boss. It didn’t matter if Austin thought she was bad in bed, he was wrong. Very wrong. Anyone would be lucky to spend a night with her. “I already made my choice but nice try. It’s almost cute that you thought I would just jump right back into bed with you.”

Austin knew that whatever warped plan he had concocted would no longer work and he needed to shift tactics and quickly. Did he want to sneak a little bit more time with the blonde, absolutely. Aside from the alcohol burning his throat, she was the only distraction strong enough to keep his demons away. A brief distraction but one nonetheless. Sighing, Austin crossed his arms across his chest, mirroring her. It appeared that their little back and forth had come to an end. “You got me.” He chuckled dryly. “Can’t blame a guy for trynna get you back into bed darlin’.” He paused, thinking of his next words. “But indulge me. What exactly has you runnin’ away and calling time on our fun. I’m not simple enough to think you didn’t have some fun.”

[wxnderinghearts]

scriptisarcanisx​:

She took in a deep breath. She gripped at the cup of coffee in front of her, as if rooting herself into something solid before she loses her sanity. She reminded herself that she needed this money. And though it wasn’t a job she was particularly proud of, at the very least she didn’t rely on her parents. “They need to see that you’re sincere in your choice, enough to want to spend your whole life with me. Or at least convince them that you want to,” she explained. “If they have a suspicion that our marriage is a sham– I’m the one who’ll get caught up in the mess.”

Despite herself, she rolled her eyes at the male. How did this man need a fake wife when he was very much in love with himself already? She shook her head, gaze meeting his before it fell to the ring on the table. She wasn’t able to keep the surprise from her face as she marveled at the ring. It was elegant and tastefully simple. Jane slipped it on and admired it on her ring finger for a moment before she spoke again. “So maybe you have given this some thought,” she mused as she shut the box. Maybe the plan wasn’t completely doomed. “l’Eclipse. As much as I hate you spending money to clear out a restaurant, I’d much prefer it over a crowd of strangers applauding our engagement.”

“Well, now that I’ve earned some semblance of your respect, perhaps it’s time we iron out the rest of the details. There’s two ways we can go about it. We either completely fake it and sell the same story or we learn some basic facts about each other to make it more personal and seemingly real.” He mumbled, kicking a chair out from under the table in order to sit across from her. He was careful to do so, moving so that he was sat on a slight diagonal from the woman, leaning back, arms by his side. If there was one thing his father had taught him, it was the art of negotiation. Hunter knew that a lot of the art was down to body language and in this instance he wanted to appear on her level, open and relaxed. But deep down he knew he already had all the power, after all, he was the one hiring a fake fiance and she was the dumb soul who was just desperate enough to go along with it. 

“Speaking of selling the story, once you sign on the dotted line of our very romantic non disclosure agreement and the terms of contract, I made the choice to pre tip off the tabloids. I’m sure there’s a swarm downstairs ready to be the first to scoop up our engagement story.” He explained. “So once this is all sorted you and I are headed downstairs, ring on your finger, champagne in my hand and smiles on our faces. Ready and excited to start married life.”