࿔ ˖ ݁ 𖥔 ------lark's m// request thread------- 𖥔 ݁ ˖ ੭
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⟢introduction: hi, i'm LarkAngel, but you can call me lark. i'm from north america, MDT timezone.
⟢writing style: advanced lit or semi-lit, i tend to average ~600-1200 words per post but it'll fluctuate depending on the pace of the roleplay. not interested in fandom roleplay. third person past tense.
⟢story/smut: i'd prefer something character-driven and plot-heavy with maybe a 70/30 story/smut ratio, but the smut isn't really required in any case
⟢favorite themes: hurt/comfort, forced proximity, friends to lovers
⟢ghost/ditch friendly: and if you ghost due to life/mental health reasons, no worries. feel free to reach back out. i do the same sometimes.
⟢lgbtq+ friendly
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⟢ your writing style: lit/semi-lit, proofread (doesn't have to be perfect), moves the plot along.
⟢ your chars: 18+ humanoids. male-identifying. no character sheet required
⟢ light/moderate plotting: i prefer a more free-form style of worldbuilding where we build the setting & atmosphere as we write but i'm still happy to brainstorm together, especially in the beginning
⟢ reply speed: preferably if you could reply at least few times a week. not a hard requirement
⟢ absolutely no one-liners. and give me something to work with. i'll burn out carrying the plot by myself.
⟢ and hey, some ooc chat is nice, but its whatever feels best. i'm friendly and i don't bite (mostly). and if i'm really into a roleplay i might doodle our characters or make a playlist, so brace yourself for that.
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likes:
❤︎ horror
❤︎ small town settings
❤︎ tragic backstories
❤︎ "its complicated" romance
❤︎ 90s/00s
❤︎ blood & violence |
dislikes:
× urban fantasy
× pure constant fluff
× a.i. garbage
× furry/anthro
× 1-dimensional characters
× stagnant plots |
"you were the last good thing about this part of town"
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my heart is like a claw machine
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"promise you'll take me with you'
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muse a and b were inseparable in college. the kind of intense, co-dependent relationship that burns too hot to last. after a bad breakup and some academic burnout, muse a disappears without a word.
two years later, muse b finds him in a strange, off-the-map coastal town working at a diner under a fake name.
muse b doesn't ask why they left. doesn't ask what they're hiding from.
he just moves in.
starts working there too.
starts acting like it's always been the two of them against the world. it's easy, falling back into each other.
and muse a lets him-- until the past muse a ran from starts circling back. and muse b realizes they can't lose him again.
~i have a preference to play muse a
its only function is to reach
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"you're the only real thing i have"
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the town's factory just closed. everyone's moving away, or getting meaner. muse a is flunking out. their parents are divorcing. their sister's run away again. the world feels like it's cracking.
and then muse b, the loner kid with bruises on his face, a bad attitude, and a shoebox full of mixtapes, climbs in through a's bedroom window one night with a bottle of vodka and a plan to break into the community pool.
"I just didn't want to be alone tonight," b says.
"Then don't leave," a replies, too fast.
muse b is emotionally explosive, stubborn, desperate to feel free. muse a is closed-off, devoted, and doesn't know how to say "stay."
~(chars must be 18+ as per site rules. if you are interested in this rp, come to me with a preference of muse)
it can't hold on to anything
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"last time i saw you, you were dead"
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muse a wakes up in their high school bedroom. same peeling posters. same broken blinds. same notification on their flip phone.
it's the summer before he leaves for college. three weeks before muse b disappears.
he doesn't know how— or why— he's here again.
but he remembers exactly what happened last time.
and he's not letting b die alone in a riverbed again.
b, meanwhile, just sees muse a acting weird. clingy. protective. almost afraid of him.
it would be sweet if it wasn't so unsettling.
this time, muse a will hold as tight as it takes to rewrite a tragedy. b keeps asking why every hug feels like goodbye
~(chars must be 18+ as per site rules. i have a preference to play muse b)
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(not from a rp, just a little story i wrote)~
"I'm not going to fall over," Eoin glared over his shoulder, bringing his slender hands up to his hair and pulling his fingers through. "Stop staring at me."
Caligham flushed and turned his face away. "I wasn't," he protested. But he was.
His eyes had wandered over Eoin only momentarily, noticing contusions and plumes of purple and sour yellow painting his ribs, that burn that coiled over his shoulder blades and plunged down his left side, and most significantly, the brackish brand between his hip and pelvis. He hadn't missed the ways scars had raised and healed over, particularly along the arcuate sweep of his spine. He hadn't missed the sylphlike, graceful contractions of his back muscles, nor the freckles that dusted his shoulders, his athletic upper arms, his smooth calves. And while he was admitting things, he hadn't missed the hard, lithe curve of Eoin's ass either.
"I didn't need your help earlier," Eoin added, ducking his head under the faucet. "And I don't need looking out for. I'd prefer to be left alone."
"Is that so?"
"It is so," Eoin retorted, shaking out his tangled hair.
"I'm sorry to let down your expectations, but I cannot let you out of my sight. Not until I've gotten some answers, at least."
It earned him the first genuine smile he'd ever seen on Eoin, the other switching off the adjacent faucet and coming to stand near him and to pick up a towel. "Then prepare to get your eye's fill of me. I don't have the answers you're looking for."
Caligham matched his expression and looked down to him.
"Stop staring."
"You glow white, even your hair. 'This night you seem more a ghost than you do under moonlight. I've heard it said the most enchanting creatures are oft' the deadliest."
"Stop quoting your stupid plays, or poems, or whatever they are." Eoin toweled his hair and then wrapped it over his shoulders. "I've seen you trailing me, spying on me and whatnot. Give it up, lest I be forced to make measure against you. And anyway, I'll have to go to my dorm for a dry change of clothes. We may as well go our separate ways for the night."
Caligham's smile stretched wider. "Nonsense. You may borrow my clothes."
Eoin scoffed, then glared. "No."
"If you won't come willingly, I will have to, ah, what did you say? Make measure against you?"
"Not interested."
"Let me ask only a few questions and I promise to evict myself of your premises from that day on till forever."
Eoin's shoulders dropped and he shut his eyes. It dawned on Caligham that the other was hiding his exhaustion, his pain only evident in the marks upon him. That he might be on the verge of fainting again.
"Fine."
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