MxM [lark's 1x1] | let's get out of this town

[LarkAngel]

₊˚𖠰‧₊˚. ------ lark's wintery mxm request thread------- ༄˖°.❆.ೃ࿔​ ⟢ABOUT ME⟢ hi, i'm LarkAngel, but you can call me lark. i'm from north america, mountain time (MDT/UTC-6). i'm really into poetry, painting, and horror movies. my favorite authors are mccarthy, nabokov, and plath. i'd really love to pick up one or two roleplays this season. any pronouns are cool. i've been writing since i can remember. roleplaying since before i even knew i was doing it. a lot of my inspiration comes from the books i read, the music i listen to, and the videogames i play. i consider myself an advanced literate roleplayer, preferring to write somewhere between 600 - 1600 words per post, though that is subject to change depending on the pace of the roleplay. i don't often partake in semi-lit but i am open to it. i'm not really interested in fandom roleplay. nor am i interested in moving off site without good reason. i only write in the third person past tense. • ---- . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ---- •​ ⟢SEEKING⟢ looking for something complex and longterm. preferably character-driven. i'm really into hurt/comfort tropes, so if you're also into that kind of stuff we'll probably get along. also pretty enthusiastic about things which are dark or violent-- but can get down for tooth-rotting fluff, too. if writing smut is involved i'd wanna aim for a 70/30 plot/smut ratio, or something of the like, but smut isn't ever a hard requirement with me. i like when it feels earned, or worked up to, and foreplay/aftercare is important to me. i don't care so much about wordcounts, i only ask that your reply moves the scene along. posts without substance kill my muse. i'm also into a more free-form style of worldbuilding where we construct the setting & atmosphere as we write, but i'm still happy to brainstorm together, especially in the beginning. it'd be cool if you could reply a few times a week, but that's not really a requirement either. and hey, ooc chat is nice, but don't sweat it. i'm pretty friendly and if i'm really into a roleplay i might doodle our characters or make a playlist. i'm incredibly ghost friendly. and if you ghost due to life/mental health reasons, feel free to reach back out. i don't hold a grudge and i've got a lot of patience for writers willing to be patient with me. lgbtq+ friendly too. ⋆⁺₊⋆♱-----⁺‧₊˚ ✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧ ˚₊‧⁺-----⋆⁺₊⋆​ ⟢SAMPLE⟢ here's a sample of the kind of writing you can expect from me. it's not from any of my roleplays, it's just a snippet from a personal project. feel free to stalk some of my past/current roleplays for additional samples. Spoiler: sample "Looking for anything in particular?" Zora asked, staying on the path while Hayden trekked wet grassland toward the ruin. "Just…" he forged ahead of her. "Anything weird." "Aye-aye captain." Zora trudged behind, toeing around quagmires, arms raised from the fangs of prickers and thistleweed. A deep indigo haze had swept over the grassy slope. Straining from the earth like herbivore teeth, weather-worn cinderblocks like obelisks from some undersea cemetery marked the foundations of a place twice abandoned—once when the park foreclosed, and again when renovations were abandoned. They passed a yellow tricycle half-submerged in dirt, deflated front tire breeching the ground, resurfacing, as if the knoll was regurgitating it, its spokes twisted and white under Zora's light like skeleton fingers clawing their way from the grave. Yonder the homes slanted like old freight cars, rectangles with sagging centers and swollen sides. Poles for laundry lines crooked and silent, like telephone poles in a country where there are no people. Zora yelped and Hayden ducked his head when a rush of wings and beaks burst from the pines into the night, shineless and black like fish in a dark ocean. Above the opal moon bled through the fog like a broken yoke, milky tendrils spilling away into the cloudbank like a reverse waterfall so that it appeared as though the sky were breaking open. The birds flew into that whirlpool like they were being swallowed. The homes that remain tilted in uneven rows. Hayden noticed nothing remarkable about any of them at a first glance, nor did he recognize any of this from his dream. He stood still and shut his eyes, trying to sense if Ben's presence was near. But nothing. "Oh shit!" Zora shouted. She sounded farther away than he'd thought she was. "I found something weird!" Hayden turned and was blinded by her light. He squinted at her, perplexed, as she made wide steps to reach him and then give his shoulder a pat. "It's you," she grinned, lopsided. "You're the weirdo. When are you gonna tell me what we're looking for? Why do you care so much about this dead kid anyway? Did you know him?" Hayden sighed, wiped sweat from his forehead to his arm. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." ⟢PLOTS⟢ 𓃴 | "what have they done to us? (tell me, would you please come back?)" ⋆*𖢔| unsettling / modern / dark 1 ʚɞ 1 muse a has amnesia. they were in a terrible accident, and are now confined to a home entirely unfamiliar to them, under the supervision of a caretaker they do not recognize. the more time passes, the less muse a believes the truth of their situation. the less they believe their caretaker is who they claim to be. and that's when muse b shows up. saying they've come to rescue muse a. ~my preference is to play muse a 𓃹 | "never seen a sky so full of stars, makes me wonder where you are" ༉‧₊˚ | violent / americana / slowburn 2 ʚɞ 2 muse a is roadtripping with some friends. along the way, the group has a falling out, and muse a storms off on his own. resolves to hitchhike his way back home. it quickly backfires, and muse a finds himself in a terrible and precarious situation-- kidnapped and dragged halfway across the country. which is when muse b-- a total stranger-- happens to save him. muse b is headed the right way, roughly, so they hit the road together. it's b's work which takes him all over. his vague, nonspecified, dangerous work. ཐི♱ཋྀ | "used to be one of the rotten ones and i liked you for that" ☃⋆*| 00s / nostalgic / grunge 3 ʚɞ 3 muse a wakes up in their high school bedroom. same peeling posters. same broken blinds. same notifications 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 ~i have a preference to play muse b ⋆𖤓⋆| "I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell; to die upon the hand I love so well." ･༓✧| high-fantasy / bonded / grimdark 4 ʚɞ 4 if one dies, they both die; and in their profession death is inevitable. muse a is a newly grad from the royal wizarding academy. muse b has been at this a long time– a trained fighter, being the assigned paladin of many a perished wizard. he’s not bad at his job, it’s only that wizards have a tendency to self-immolate. after his last partner died, muse b had every intention of retiring. he’s not sure he can survive the severing of another bond. but his strong feeling of purpose brings him to accept another contract. and maybe… maybe this time could be different. thing is, muse a wasn’t ever supposed to be in the wizard academy, and he has no intention of completing the assignments given to him from the crown. he’s under the sway of darker lords, called to a bloodier destiny. he'll do whatever it takes to accomplish his means. even if that means damning muse b with him. ~i have a preference to play muse a ⋆⁺₊⋆♱------⁺‧₊˚ ✩₊˚.⋆☾☽⋆⁺₊✧ ˚₊‧⁺------⋆⁺₊⋆​ ⟢I NEED YOU TO LOVE ME MORE⟢ likes ✧ 90s/00s ✧ waking up restrained ✧ touch starvation ✧ mutual pining ✧ fever dreams ✧ drug abuse​ really likes 𖥔 delirium 𖥔 survivor's guilt 𖥔 rope burns 𖥔 hidden wounds 𖥔 borrowed clothes 𖥔 time loops really really likes ✴︎ horror ✴︎ sleepless vigils ✴︎ trauma as a haunting ✴︎ "don't fall asleep" ✴︎ doomed by the narrative ✴︎ blood & violence (jk. I really really really like all of these things.)​ ⟢LOVE ENOUGH TO FILL ME UP⟢ kinks ෆ marks/abrasions ෆ clothed sex ෆ praise ෆ risky sex let's talk ⟢ verbal degradation ⟢ dubcon ⟢ feminization nah × anything that violates site rules × unrealistic × sexual mutilation ˗ˊˎ♱⋆----- .˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳. -----⋆♱ˎˊ˗​ ⟢CLOSING REMARKS⟢ expectations can be all over the place so i just want to say that i'm not a demanding partner. honest. will you reply at least once a month? wonderful. can you keep your responses interesting? stellar work. but would you lie for me? you beautiful thing. honestly. would you kill for me? oh turtledove, you did what you had to do. die for me? if it was the only way?

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that's all, thanks for reading!​