Multiple Settings ❛ 𝐵𝐴𝑁𝐴𝑁𝐴 𝑆𝑃𝐿𝐼𝑇 ! ❜

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[div class=tag2]WELCOME !

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[div class=tag]about me .

01. nice to meet you! to get the basics out of the way, my name's cindy, and i use she/her pronouns. although i'm new to this site, i've been roleplaying for about five years now.

02. i'm currently a high school senior in the thick of college applications, so while i will dedicate my time to whatever 1x1 we start up between us, i ask that you be understanding if i briefly have to put real life obligations first. i will do the same for you!

03. i tend to be a pretty wordy writer with maybe a five-paragraph post on average (and likely more, if i'm feeling muse!). you can expect a reply on my end maybe two to three times a week, although that's subject to flux depending on real life circumstances.

04. in terms of what i can offer you, i can play both genders easily. i do have a male tilt, but in the past i've found that means i get relegated to playing the guy in a dozen m/f pairings with no variety, and that's just not my favorite thing in the world. don't get me wrong, a lot of my favorite ships have been m/f where my character's the male, but i don't want it to be all i'm doing.

05. i enjoy and am open to playing all kinds of pairings, be it m/f, m/m, or f/f. also, kind of implied, but if we're doing a 1x1 i'd like there to be romance. we can mix it up, romance and/or angst and/or slice-of-life and/or action and/or anything under the sun, but it's easier for me to be invested when there are pairing(s) involved.

06. i can also juggle up to three characters for a single roleplay. i'm more than okay with just doing one or two, but three's pretty much my limit. if we go beyond that, i won't be able to give them the kind of attention each one deserves.

07. for the most part, i'd like to keep roleplaying on the rpnation platform. i enjoy coding (although i don't expect it from you), and most other platforms i've tried just weren't as conducive to it as this one.

08. i'm more than okay with swearing (both ic and ooc) and discussing mature themes, but if either makes you uncomfortable, i'll adjust accordingly!

09. i do a lot of ooc chatter, and i think much character/relationship development can and should happen through just throwing out headcanons or what-if-this-happened.

10. i will only play characters that are aged 18+, and i ask for you to do the same. generally, i prefer a 20+ range. it's just a little weird for me to play teenagers, and i don't like playing or plotting with characters that are younger than i am in real life.

congrats for getting to the end of this! if you're interested in me as an rping partner (and i hope you are!), i'd prefer you to go through all the tabs, but at the very least, please please please make sure you read that last tab.

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[div class=tag]in a partner .

literacy. i'm not going to throw you to the sharks if you make a little grammatical mistake here and there (heaven knows i do!), but i'm going to at least ask for you to be able to have a little sentence variety, tell apart their and there and they're, that kind of thing.

post length. you don't have to match my post length exactly, but i'd like something to go off of for my own replies. i ask for a two-to-three paragraph minimum.

plotting. it takes two to drive a roleplay. for the most part, i think 1x1s work best when one person is more in charge of timeskips, plot points, things like that, but also with two people feeding the rp! i want you to talk to me about your character, about the relationship they have with mine, about cool ideas or scenarios you want to see happen in the rp. give me it all.

chatter. please talk with me ooc! i'm not going to feel inspired if the only thing i know about you is your character. obviously, i love plotting, but i also want to get to know you!

faceclaims. i tend towards realistic fcs, but i can definitely be convinced to use drawn/anime ones. in both cases, i like seeing unique, quality fcs; there are definitely some that are overused, and preferably you aren't just using the first image you can find from google.

romance. sue me, i like my ships. 99.9% of the time, i would like some kind of romance between our characters, even if it's a painfully slow burn or a trope-y one. (i love my tropes so much, you don't even know. enemies to friends to lovers? fuckbuddies catching feels? sign me tf up.)

updates. don't just ghost me, please. if you lose muse for our rp, or if life just gets too busy, let me know! i promise i won't be mad. i'd be infinitely more upset if you just left me hanging. also, if maybe things are just inconvenient right now and what you need is a break, but you're interesting in continuing it after you get your feet back under you, tell me that too!

basic human decency. goes without saying, but don't be horrible? don't make sexist, racist, ableist, and/or homophobic comments, and we should be gucci! the moment i see even a hint of any of those aforementioned things, i'm gone. as a queer poc myself, i refuse to tolerate bigotry.

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[div class=tag]plots & fandoms .

❛ no strings attached ❜

that's what they told each other, at least. muse a & muse b have been fuckbuddies/friends with benefits for a while now (maybe it started off casually, like "haha it doesn't mean anything just pals being pals!") and going into it, their deal was that there would be no strings attached. physical intimacy is one thing, but emotional intimacy is another thing entirely. so what happens when they find themselves falling for each other?

❛ lights, camera, action ! ❜

muse a & muse b are actors. they’ve been in shows together, after a while, they fell in love — but it ended horribly, for whatever reason. but since they're still in the same circles, they both end up auditioning for the same show... only to be casted as the leading couple. tension was expected, but there may just be some lingering feelings.

❛ romeo & juliet ❜

considering that their parents are the heads of rival companies/huge celebrities who have been in a huge feud for years/something similar, it's unfortunate that muse a & muse b like each other as much as they do. they try to meet in secret, sneaking around under their parents' noses, but it's not easy with paparazzi and tabloids dogging your every move.

❛ sucker punch ! ❜

muse a is a street fighter, and they're good enough to be known by almost everyone in the circle. soon, it becomes their life, and every night they can usually be found in an underground fighting club. in comes muse b, the worried ex who’s trying to talk muse a out of it. they still have feelings for each other, but muse a is always trying to say that they're no good for muse b and pushes them away constantly. eventually, muse b decides to support muse a even though they're still lowkey against it all, so muse b goes to their fights and makes them breakfast and takes care of them. but it's not easy, and they're constantly arguing when muse a comes home every night with fresh wounds and bruises.

❛ if the shoe fits ❜

muse a is told by their father, the king, that they must marry, and a ball is planned to find them a husband. angry and panicking, they flee to the edge of her kingdom where they finds muse b, living with two step-siblings and an abusive stepfather. These fast friends hatch a scheme: muse a will take one of muse b's shoes, claim it belongs to their one true love, and send their father on a fool’s errand to find the ‘prince(ss)’ to which it belongs. In return muse a will help the muse b escape their family, if they wish, at least for one night — the ball. But when they dance together, more than friendship might form.

❛ deadbeat blues ❜

muse a is a rookie cop who’s just looking to prove themselves in the department, especially considering the rumors swirling around that the only reason they managed to pass the exam was because their parent is the former chief of police. desperate to show their worth, muse a volunteers to take on the biggest case the city’s seen in years, a drug ring that’s going to lead to drug bust right within the city. surprising many people, muse a has a knack for finding out what’s going on and begins to put together the pieces of the case - which doesn’t bode well for the kingpin who wants to flood the city with their drugs. enter muse b, a wise and street saavy escort who begins to cross paths with muse a multiple times on their different assignments. muse a is taken by muse b’s humor and intelligence and independence. muse a finds themselves taken with muse b, their energy starting to drift more on them than the case. unknown to them, muse b works for the very kingpin they’re trying to take down.

❛ once upon a december ❜

muse a was born into a wealthy political family, the youngest child in a long line of people who had the courage to speak out against what was wrong - and in return, earn a long list of enemies along the way. one evening after speaking out against a violent one, the entire family of muse a finds themselves as the victim of an attack on their estate. muse a and their grandfather attempt to escape the burning house, but are separated, muse a swallowed up by the crowd. hoping the child is safe, the grandfather continues on, thinking that muse a will find them eventually. however, years go by and nothing. meanwhile, muse b is a petty thief and scammer who looks to make quick cash in the easiest way possible, and happens to come across a paper that boldy claims five million dollar reward for anyone who can restore muse a to their family. with a trick up their sleeve and enough knowledge about the former family, muse b knows that money is as good as theirs, all they need to find is the person to play the part. in comes muse a, who’s spent the last ten years of their life in a dark cloud, the only memory of their life being their first name.

❛ when worlds collide ❜

muse a and muse b are both classmates in the same university, but the two of them come from entirely different worlds. muse a is a scholarship student, spending every waking moment working and dreaming of the career they can’t wait to start. muse b is a legacy kid, riding on the family’s name and doing just enough to get by, looking forward to partying more than studying. the two of them are pledging for the same club/fraternity/sorority, and as a result of meeting each other, immediately get off on the wrong foot. jabs and insults come off their lips easily — perhaps a bit too easily. due to an altercation in the middle of campus, the two of them soon find themselves on probation, kicked out of the dormitory where they lived, and nothing left to support them. with everyone now expecting them to fail and the two of them the laughing stock of the entire campus, they end up having to put their differences aside and work together — and even live together.

❛ carry on ❜

where there are two best friends and muse a is openly gay and has been out for a long time and has dated around a lot, despite the fact that they've always sort of been into muse b, but has always assumed muse b was straight. meanwhile muse b has been in love with muse a for years but comes from a very conservative family and has never come out because they aren't sure what they identify as, and on top of that, has never felt like they would be good enough for muse a. cue the two of them going to college together and renting an apartment and muse b has to deal with muse a bringing guys/girls home all the time and muse a trying to wingman muse b with people of the opposite gender. lots of angst and pining and trying to be a good friend to the other and breaking their own hearts in the process.

❛ parent-teacher conferences ❜

muse a is a single parent, but they also strip at night to pay the bills. muse b is their kid’s kindergarden teacher. fate's a bitch, and look at that, muse a just showed up to strip at muse b's friend's bachelor(ette) party. can someone say awkward?

❛ it don't run in our blood ❜

a modern royals au where there’s an intermarriage between two countries (for political necessity), and for some reason/bad history, the two to be married absolutely despise each other. the public loves them together because they put on this ‘we’re super in lovef’ facade, but then behind closed doors, they’re like cats and dogs and fighting like crazy. but they spend so much time together they start to actually get to know each other and it’s like ‘well, damn, this fucker isn’t so bad, my life is a lie,' but they’re both stubborn and refuse to admit it. sexual tension? angry sex? maybe it doesn't click until there's an attempt on one of thei lives idk?

❛ dirty laundry ❜

fake dating au for whatever reason bc i'm a sUCKER. Oh that’s your ex and they’re gloating because it’s been three months and they’re flaunting their new beau while verbally lashing you with insults and mockery? Here let me just slide in… Oh your parents planned a surprise visit and now you’re having that awkward ‘Where is your life going? We’re low key disappointed in you.’ conversation in a ridiculously public place? Here let me pretend to be the reason you’ve been staring at your phone this whole time. “Hey baby, sorry I’m late.”

❛ fandoms ! ❜

* oc x oc only please
harry potter (post-hogwarts, e.g. auror partners cough cough) • percy jackson • the hunger games • six of crows/grishaverse • the raven cycle • avatar: the last airbender • a court of thorns and roses • marvel cinematic universe • the good place • reign

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[div class=tag]if you dare .

if you made it here, kudos to you!

am i someone you'd like to rp with? if no, then i'm sorry to see you go. if yes, then i'm super super happy, and here's how you go about it:

i am open to either a pm or a message on this thread. that being said, i have some things i'd prefer to know.

in that reply, please just tell me a little bit about yourself. i'd like to know your name or what you'd like me to call you by, your rping experience, and plots/fandoms that caught your eye. (feel free to put some of your own in there — i'm more than a little flexible on that!)

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[apolla]

Hello!

First lemme say that I adore your coding! It's super cute. Anyway. I'm Goldie or Tink! I'm a full time nurse in her 20's who roleplays in her downtime. I'm a very patient person, so you getting busy with life/college apps/homework/whatever doesn't bother me. Even if you can't respond for a while, I am perfectly fine with that, because sometimes the same happens to me. I've been roleplaying since... well, let's just say a long time. I started out on neopets AGES ago. I will be open and honest up front and say that I prefer to play the female in mxf pairings, though I will happily double/bring in side characters of any gender/orientation. If you're still interested, read on! If not I completely understand!

Before I forget, I'd have to say that I can't choose just one favorite movie. Labyrinth and Clerks 2 are up there, for sure, as well as all of the Rush Hour movies. As far as a favorite song? Impossible. It depends on my mood. xD Same for TV shows and such. Also before I forget-- a writing sample.

Spoiler: sample {opener}

Anna was dead.

Cameron had arrived in her hometown a few days prior to the funeral. She was staying at her parents house, in her old bedroom. Everything in that place-- in this place-- had a memory attached to it, down to the scents of the bakery on fifth street on sunday morning. For a moment, Cam had been seventeen again. About to graduate, living her best life with her very best friends.

And then she opened her eyes, and the memories faded into nothingness. Anna was dead, and she hadn't spoken to the rest of her friends in almost five years. It was tragic, really-- it broke Cameron's heart to know that they might be here, if only to see Anna being buried.

Cam felt like she should have known. Someone should have known that Anna was sick, but like the mother figure she was, she kept her illness hidden from all of them until it was too late. Now all they had were memories, and the same letter written to each of them. Or at least, Cam assumed it was written to all of them, considering her plural use of the word friends.

In fact, Cam had the letter in her pocket now, and she touched it as though it might bring her some comfort. The funeral would begin shortly, and she needed all the comfort and strength she could get. Drawing in a shaky breath, she adjusted her sweater and headed into the church, finding a seat with her parents somewhere near the front.

The service completely wrecked her waterproof eyeliner, she was sure of it. It lasted about an hour, and afterwards, she managed to slip away from her parents influence rather quickly. Needing a moment, just a moment, she left the church and headed around the side of the building, where she pressed her forehead against the wall and closed her eyes.

Just breathe, honey. It'll all be alright. I'm still here, you know.

She heard Anna's voice in her mind, and choked on a sob. It wasn't fair. Cam knew she'd been a shit friend by not keeping in touch, and now she'd have to deal with that guilt forever. Her hands balled into a fist, and she turned so that her back was pressed against the wall.

What was she supposed to do now? Go back to school and pretend like nothing had happened? Like her world hadn't been shaken? That's what Anna would do, she knew. And she also knew that it's what she would do. Cameron's entire world was built on hiding her feelings, and pushing through. It's what she'd always done, and it's what she would do now.

Sniffing, she pushed herself off the wall and wiped her eyes, hoping she didn't look too much like a raccoon as she started back towards the front of the church.

Spoiler: sample {regular post}

The more she thought about it, the more she figured that she probably wasn't the first one here. Just maybe the first person in this area. Lounging on the couch in the room by herself, though, gave her ample time to look around. It was clear that the cruise was no cheap boat; they had money, and alot of it. The view from the expansive windows was still above water, and the sun shone in the room, brightening it up.

Just as she turned her head, someone else entered the room. Straightening up, Sammie smiled brightly at the girl, feeling the excitement bubbling over inside of her. Sam almost had two personalities: her stage persona, and her offstage persona. Onstage, under the bright lights and booming speakers, she was loud and personable and could easily get swept away in the energy of the crowd.

Offstage or not around her bandmates, she was still approachable, she was just quieter. She preferred to observe rather than just jump into things. She wasn't exactly shy, just wasn't as forthcoming about herself or how she was feeling, unless pushed. It was actually quite different than she used to be, but fucking people over-- even on accident-- could really change a person.

But with all the excitement of being able to perform on this cruise, she could feel her 'stage' persona taking over.

"Hey!" She returned the girls peace sign with a verbal greeting, glancing around the room at her comment about its size. "It really is. I was just checking it out. Actually, I'm-" She froze when someone else burst into the room, surprising her.

No amount of surprise could have prepared her for who she saw standing there.

Pushing herself to a standing position, she stared at the man who used to be her best friend. "Benny?" She whispered, just as Marissa entered the room. Since they'd all gone to high school together, a part of Sammie's brain knew that Marissa would probably recognize Benny, but she couldn't focus on that.

It seemed more and more band members were arriving. Someone entered the room, a hottie covered in tattoos, but his face dropped at the sight of Sam and she didn't understand why. Did she know him? She was sure she'd never seen him before, but it quickly became obvious that he knew Benny, as he started dragging him from the room.

When Benny disappeared, it was almost like a trance was broken. Turning towards Marissa, she blew out a soft puff of air. "Well, that was awkward as fuck."

As far as what I'm interested in, I loved a bunch of your plots. Lights, Camera, Action; Parent-Teacher Conferences; & It Don't Run In Our Blood to be specific. I'll share some of my plots as well, and see what you think!

Spoiler: plots

Inspired by the song When We Were Young - Andy Black ft. Juliet Simms
YC and MC had some sort of relationship as kids/teens. Doesn't necessarily have to be a relationship, like dating, it could be anything from dating, to friendship, to even enemies. Whatever they were, there were feelings there. Strong ones. For whatever reason, MC left town probably shortly after graduating high school, maybe even sooner. Our characters lost touch, but they never forgot about each other. Years later, MC returns, only to run into YC. So much has changed, but their feelings are still there. Can they overcome how much has changed?

More to Life
MC is engaged (or married, haven't decided yet) to her high school sweetheart. They have been together for years, and are overall happy. But lately, MC has been wondering... is she missing out on anything by getting married so young? Her fiance is great, but... is there more to life? Enter YC, the resident bad boy who can open her eyes to a whole new world. (Cookie if you get the reference on that line XD)

Innocence Lost
A gang member, [YC] is building his way up the food chain, so to speak. He wants to become the next leader when the time is right. He does everything that is asked of him. One day, he's told to rob a shop on the outskirts of town. Well, [MC] is the one in the shop the day he has to rob it. Guns blazing, [YC] charges in, but he isn't expecting [MC] to retaliate. He has orders to get the money and go, and a strict no kill and no abduction order. When [MC] pulls off [YC]'s mask, he knows he can't leave her, so he is forced to take her with him, as sirens are already on their way.

Faking It
[A] is a bit of a nerd, not necessarily in the glasses wearing i-like-algebra way, but she's always put school and responsibilities first. Her sister, not so much. But when her sister proposes they go into business together, A decides to give it a shot against her better judgement. Fast forward a few months, and their business is already failing. A does everything while her sister parties it up, and rarely shows up to actually to her job. Enter B. He's someone that A and her sister know from high school, though they were never close as A and B couldn't get along for more than a few seconds at a time. Well things have definitely changed-- B took over the family business (or made one of his own, got a good job, etc.) and makes bank now. He happens upon their failing business and offers A an offer she can't refuse-- he'll help pay their back debt, if she signs a contract that she'll be his 'slave' for the next 3 months. Go to functions with him, act as his girlfriend if he needs it, cleans his house (though he does have a lady for that already), etc. It's a terrible option for A, but she doesn't want to go bankrupt because of her sister, so she agrees.

Robbery
[MC] comes from a long line of money. Her family has pretty much worked their way up from the bottom, and never not had it. Her life has always been a good one, if not a little lonely. She fills her life with material things and empty friendships. [YC] comes from the rough side of life. Broke, always having to work twice as hard as the upper class. Whether he's in a gang or just decides one day that he's tired of being broke, he gets an assignment/decides to rob [MC]'s father. The best way to do that? Get close to the daughter.

Bodyguard
[MC] is an up and coming pop star (or some variation of). [YC] is her new bodyguard, hired to keep an eye on her as she's been known to cause trouble. Her previous bodyguards were either too soft or gave up, so it's up to the new bodyguard (YC) to make sure she stays safe. ((Side note: This is very bare bones; we can definitely tweak/add details!))

Waking Up In Vegas
It's prom night. [MC] is with her friends, having the time of her life. They decide to go to Vegas, where she meets [YC]. He's older, sexy, and has a motorcycle. She has the night of her life, drunk and in love with life. [YC] suggests, more like dares [MC], that they go to the chapel and get married. Of course, her drunk brain thinks that's a great idea. So off to the chapel they go. Eventually, [MC] returns to her hometown with her friends, probably the next morning after a long night with her husband. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Well, years down the road, [MC] wants to get married and settle down, for real. However, first she must return to Vegas and hope she can find the man she married on prom night and tell him she wants a divorce. [YC] is still with his motorcycle gang, suave and sexy as ever. Unswayed, she insists on the divorce that he doesn't seem to want.

Whew, that's alot! Sorry for that. I hope to hear back from you! < 3​

 

[Husk]

Heyo, I am Husk, a bit of a sickly 26-year old. I am in the medical field (first responder, EMT-B). However, at this moment I am not working, rather gearing up for a Phlebotomy course and my eventual enroll in a Nursing (RN) program.
I'm a total dork, a meme-loving vine bby. I adore OOC, alongside creating worlds and characters. Writing I see as both a hobby and a practice, so I'm continually trying to improve. I get oodles of inspiration from music, playlists, or mood boards. Even art, as I am an artist.
I love animals! I have three dogs, one blue-tongue skink, and several rats as I raise them for showing, as much as an oddity as that is.
I am a chill and patient partner and do not set reply quotas. Alongside believing in quality over quantity (although, I will admit I am a lengthier writer by default.)

I can and will play any gender or a non-binary OC; however, I do have inclinations towards male muses.
I love LBTQA+ pairings. Hetero is perfectly fine by me, though! I also can play numerable sides with ease.

I'm going to say for a piece of media, I fluctuate between liking so many different things, for now, I'll put Slow Dancing In the Dark by joji, an absolute beast of a song- heartwrenching and beautiful.
Plotwise, I would ADORE writing out Deadbeat Blues with you.
Here is, as requested, a writing sample!
More can be provided if necessary.

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A gale that bore frigidity bit at his extremities, to the bone or so it felt and Elias cursed beneath his breath, which expelled a wispy, vaporous cloud spiraling into the cutting air. Not even his gloved fingers knew freedom from the sharp nip.
Moreover, Elias found himself reflecting, having completed business at a time suitable to his liking. Ole Sky-vine, where satisfied clients remembered their biases only when backs had turned from each other and the transaction born from coveting an inebriation met its end.
That was when the yawning schism between the impoverished and the affluent flourished again. Akin to weeds that grew before festering and blooming once more on its remnants in a circle of continuity. Those youth born prosperous grew to detest the poor, older generations sowing the seeds of such. Here, the wolves ate their young.

However, there lay a convoluted beauty within Elias's line of work which saw him connecting with individuals from all avenues of life. The latest, and last being a lad clad in a tweed three-piece, complete with the sheen of black Oxfords shined to finish and a watch lined with tricklings of gold.
All in all, it did not take much scrutinization to tell the man sang exuberance from head to toe.
Oh, and how that wristwatch was a temptress, indeed; however, Elias did not steal from paying clients, if they were in good standing, at least.

Ah, and yet Elias held inclinations towards remaining a blur amidst these dealings, dressed so to obscure his economic standing, not outfitted to match stereotypes. Although his attire did not propagate a sense of overabundance, it did enough to gratify his wealthier clients. A requirement, lest he attracted the attention of a traipsing police officer, better he did not resemble the common descriptor of a Rockie. Or anyone who might display an inkling that they were up to no good. Which, in actuality, was his constant state of being. It did not mean he could not deceive the public in regards to that, wool over the eyes and such.

With a cigarette suspended between two practiced fingers, Elias forged ahead through the bitter frost, teeth chattering between long drags. Yes, Elias loathed the cold. Furthermore, he near enough held a sensitivity to it with his emaciated frame, bony prominences offering him scarce fragments of protection against these elements, leaving, of course, the fraction of sprawling warmth beneath his winter-wear precious.

Ah, how he pined to settle down in a tranquil location with the comforts of isolation. Alongside, of course, the delectability of a high. A straightforward yearning, yet the ease of acquisition seemed elusive when life bustled around him.
Regardless, flicking the rusted gear of his lighter, he bore a flame to kiss the end of his cigarette. Which, to his chagrin, appeared to maintain resistance, staying lit due to the relentless gusts of wind.
In truth, he ought to go back to Clifford Heights, returning the bottles of prescription medication to their proper place of hiding. However, Elias found it strenuous and burdensome to pivot around and do such.

The insatiable beast known as hunger began to gnaw at him, tormenting him, urging him to binge. Just another reason to get high; he could focus on that as opposed to the dreaded sensation of wanting to devour a whole meal. With a viewpoint distorted by what he saw in the mirror, hunger left him miserly and bounded by guilt.
No one deals drugs if they fit in the confining and well-structured, unbudgeable box society conceived for those labeled "normal."
Furthermore, despite a stoicism in his countenance, Elias's nerves were frayed, becoming threadbare by each lapsing minute.

Aware of the reasoning, sourced from a letter addressed from the residence in which his Grandfather- a bad memory- dwelled. For now, Elias strived to suppress the remembrance until it dissipated and slipped from his mind like granules of sand sifting through an hourglass although he could not shake the perturbation.
While it was true, he tiptoed on a taut rope, and his woes were both mountainous and continual, he declined with a fervency to accept any aid from the bastard. A given, since Philip was manipulative, and the cyclic nature did not allure him.

Regardless, focalization upon another subject would help. So Elias toyed with an unlabeled bottle tucked within his jacket pocket, the rattling of the medications proving soothing in a peculiar way. Akin to a lullaby. Despite their lack of labels, Elias knew which drug was which. Each had an indicator of a sort, be it a symbol to the very form of the pill. Despite it being illegal, he prided himself on being a good dealer, and an even better thief.

Of course, he had hoped for something more, unexplainable and better, enigmatic almost, yet one must play the hand life deals them, even if with complicated cards. In the meanwhile, so consumed by his ruminations and pondering, Elias's foot went straight through a weak layer of ice. Thus, fracturing it so that it dampened it with the gelid water that snared him.

"God damn it."

Wincing as the stinging bite of cold surged through him like a parasite, Elias reached into his boot, denoting his sodden sock with an explicative. This blunder is where being lost in musings instead of being analytical of surroundings gets one, a foot deep into the cruel, lapping waters of a glaciated lake.
Beyond exasperated, Elias shook his foot as if to shake the freeze and increase circulation. Had anyone seen his blunder? Having traversed away from the mass of humanity by the accord of his own feet, he hoped fortune favored him in not looking like a jackass publicly speaking.
To his dismay, two women were adjacent to him, one whose ebony locks made a stark contrast between the ivory purity of the snow beneath her. The other stood, looking downwards as if engaging in conversations and speaking utterances Elias was too far to discern.

While one of the girls he knew naught, the one with noire tumbling, tendrils he knew in a unique, yet intriguing, cocktail of friendship and business combined.
Damned, if she did not look stoned.
Time as a dealer versed him in the cues of intoxication rendered by alcohol and narcotics, or perhaps an accumulation of both. Visage alone was enough to unravel the inquiry of someone's sobriety.

Almost forgetting his drenched foot, Elias ambled towards the two, humored, a wry grin, minute, playing on his features. Never had he ran into Boulevard outside of a transaction, it seemed fate made it so never would they meet unless it was to delve into drugs. Although, that changed now.
"Well, well, well Boulevard and-?"
Idling, he studied the other girl, and she looked like the pinnacle of sobriety, so, he imagined Boulevard had not shared.
"I don't believe I've met nor seen you in town. Either way, I'm Elias, a- friend, of Boulevard's."

 

[vxnilla]

apolla Husk
thank you both for your interest! i’m currently away from my laptop, but i will PM you both as soon as i get home!

 

[lunax]

hey there! i’m luna, or kayla, whatever is cool. i’m 21 and i work full time in retail so i can reply frequently, but the times will definitely fluctuate based on my schedule! i usually write between 3-6 paragraphs but it depends on the scene/my level of inspiration. i can write any gender comfortably, in any pairing. i typically would lean towards mxf or fxf, but i’ll do mxm as well! i’m also okay with doubling and playing as many side characters as necessary. cursing and mature themes are fine by me so long as we discuss to make sure we’re both comfy! i’m a big sappy baby so i will 100% make playlists and mood boards of our babies, and send you a million things that remind me of them. sorrynotsorry.

i would love love love to roleplay “dirty laundry” (omg i would love to), “sucker punch,” “lights camera action,” or “no strings attached.“

my favorite media currently — because it’s always changing — is “lights up” by harry styles, or “georgia” by microwave. my favorite book currently is “the rules of magic” by alice hoffman. and my favorite show currently is “wu-tang: an american saga” on hulu!

here are a couple of writing samples!

Spoiler

There was something about a small town that just made the days drag by. Most of the time it was nice because it meant that when the sop was slow, Quinn could take the time to just work on his bike and whatever other project cars the shop had taken on. But on days like today, where he'd already washed his bike and shined it until he could see his reflection and there were no other cars in the shop, he was bored out of his mind. It felt like he'd already been there for hours, but really it was only eleven in the morning, which meant the shop was still open for another six hours. He was just lounging around on the couch in the lobby, staring blankly at the television in the corner, but really not absorbing any of what he was watching, when the phone finally rang. Thank god, finally something to do.

He sprang up from the couch and headed over to the counter, grabbing the phone from the mount on the wall and putting it up to his ear. "Thanks for calling JT's Auto Shop, how can I help you?" he recited, putting on his best customer service voice and trying not to sound like he'd been dozing off for half of the morning. There was a girl on the other end of the call who sounded pretty frantic. Apparently her car broke down on the side of the highway and it was smoking pretty badly. "Alright, alright. I can be there with a tow truck in ten, then we'll bring you back to the shop and take a look at it. Sound good?" he asked. He made sure to verify her location again and then closed up the shop and headed out in the shop tow truck.

One of the things that Quinn loved most about this small town was how far apart everyone was. He loved driving, so he loved how open and relaxed the roads were here, compared to the tight streets of New York City. It all just felt so peaceful out here compared to the business of the streets that he’d grown up with. And there was so much to see beyond the towering buildings of the city.

It wasn’t long before he came across the stranded girl who’d called before. She was pulled off the road and her car had smoke pouring out from underneath the hood. He pulled up in front of her, backing up to easily connect the tow hitch to the other car. He took a second to gather some paperwork before jumping out of the truck and walking towards the other car.

“Hey,” Quinn called, offering the girl a smile, “You call for a tow truck?” It was obvious that she had, but he was supposed to ask anyways.

Spoiler

Ever since I was a little girl, my worst nightmare was losing my mom and my sister. Seriously. I would have nightmares occasionally about a scary man in a mask taking them away and leaving me all by myself. It was so bad that my sister, Sophia, started letting me sleep in her bed with her so that I knew she was safe, especially on nights where our mom was working the graveyard shift.

As I got older, the nightmares faded, but the fear was always there, in the back of my mind.

Of course, when I went away for school I never imagined that my fear would come true. I wasn’t even that far, really. Only two hours - one and a half if you don’t hit traffic. Sophia was living with a few friends in an apartment in the center of London, and mom was so busy with work and her new boyfriend, Dan. Everyone had their own lives, so why shouldn’t I?

I was sitting in class when I got the phone call. Women in Modern Literature with Professor Juanita Howes. We were trying to find the earliest examples of feminism in literature when my phone rang and I stepped outside to answer it. My mom’s voice was choked and quiet and she had to repeat herself several times before I understood what was happening: “It’s Sof, you need to come home. Sof is hurt, come home.”

Before I knew it, we were planning a funeral. Sophia was only twenty three, but she was dead. She was hit by a drunk driver, which caused her car to spin out and hit a power pole. The doctors said that she, along with her best friend, were dead on impact. No suffering, they said.
She left all of the suffering for me.

-

People filled the memorial home, filtering in and out. In the viewing room lay my sister and her best friend, their caskets side by side, just like they were in life. People were crying and taking turns telling their favorite stories of her. They kept coming up to me to apologize for my loss and tell me how much that they loved her. Like I didn’t know what it was like to love my sister.

I was just getting done talking to a distant aunt, my face blank while my head was nodding, when the priest cleared his throat at the front of the room. He tapped on the microphone, making an awful noise but successfully getting everyone’s attention.

“At this time, I’d like to say a prayer for the deceased,” he began. He didn’t waste any time jumping into his prayer. Everyone had gone quiet and began to huddle around the front of the room.

Suddenly, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t just stand here and listen to the priest talk about my sister like she was - like she was dead. I was going to throw up. Tears in my eyes, I ran to the bathroom and threw myself onto my knees in front of the toilet. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I dry heaved into the toilet, coughing and coughing. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I couldn’t believe that Sophia just wasn’t here anymore. I could hear the priest still droning on outside.

Finished throwing up, I leaned against the bathroom wall, tears rolling down my cheeks as I tried, and miserably failed, to catch my breath and pull myself together.

 

[Angelofdarkness]

Hello. My name is Angelsofdarkness. But you can call me Angel for short. I’d like to throw my hat into the ring and see if I get a bite. I think your coding is cute and maybe I’ll try to learn someday.

I am 23 and currently working full time in an Airplane parr’s manufacturing warehouse. I work 3 days a week and can’t always post those days. I enjoy cooking, baking, reading and writing in my free time. As well as spending time with my pets.

As for which plot caught my attention it’d have to be No Strings Attached.

My favorite book is Tigers curse series or the Fallen Series which I am rereading. Tv show wise I enjoy Face Off, Chopped, or My Hero Academia.

Spoiler: One last time

One last time. One last time. She thought to herself as she tried to steady her shaking hands on the porcelain sink. Staring at her reflection she bit back the tears willing the memories that tormented her at night to go away- but they never did. How long had she been doing this? Why couldn’t she remember?

It always started the same way a vanilla envelope would be slipped under her door waiting for her when she got home. No matter what she did it was always there. She’d tried blocking the door, moving to a different room, hell she’d moved all together! But somehow that same vanilla envelope always found her.

Tossing it aside or throwing it in the fire didn’t do any good. More just followed suit until she became buried. Tearing it open it was always the same: A short cryptic note and a photo of where she was meant to go.

Dear Miss Vixen,

You have been summoned. Meet at the following location in an hour. Do not be late. Oh, and I’d suggest you wear red. This will be your last assignment.

The Forsaken

She still had no idea who these Forsaken were or why they were summoning her. Hell she didn’t want to know. Sliding into her red pants suit she tugged her long raven locks into a high ponytail. One last time. One last time I go who knows where and do who knows what…

Steeling her face she walked to the front door of her small apartment she shut the door with a small click. Glancing back she let her hand linger on the door unsure if she’d be coming back. Walking down to the curb she saw a black car waiting for her, sliding inside she nodded to the driver briefly. Giving her a small nod back they glanced at their GPS for show- they always seemed to know where they were going before hand.

Pulling up to an abandoned building the driver stepped out opening her door. He nodded towards the building before getting back into the car and speeding away. He can’t seem to get away fast enough… she thought to herself as she stared up at the building heart racing.

Blood… so much blood…

Taking a small, tentative step forward she gulped. Taking another and another she slowly entered the decaying building. No lights seemed to be working and walls crumbled around her. Her footsteps were the only sound filling the halls besides her heart pounding in her ears.


What is it about this place that makes me so uneasy? I don’t like this… I should turn around.

Pulling up to an unlisted building the driver got out walking inside he sank into a desk surrounding by computers and monitors. He’s eyes fell on the woman nervously padding through her building assignment. Glancing behind him his eyes fell on his superior, “Do you think she’ll go through with it?” The young man asked.

“Oh she will. They always go through with their assignments. They might not realize what their doing thanks go our technology but they will go through with it.” His superior stared blankly. His eyes fell to the young teen in red who had wandered further into the building.

 

[vxnilla]

apolla Husk lunax Angelofdarkness thank you for your patience, y'all! a pm has been sent out to all of you.

 

[vxnilla]

bump !
really craving some m// or f// atm

 

[erised]

henlo my luv ♡

 

[vxnilla]

henlo my luv ♡

omgg hi babeyy
ily

 

[erised]

omgg hi babeyy
ily

ily2 !

also,
if you still were looking for a 1x1 amiga, hmu !
[ unless, of course, you've had enough of me thanks to kodi lol ]

 

[vxnilla]

bump !

looking for a couple more long-term 1x1s since i have my muse back
btw, do not at all feel limited to the plots/fandoms, i can work with whatever