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

[LarkAngel]

₊˚♱‧₊˚. ------ lark's autumn m// 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 video games 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 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. i don't care so much about wordcounts, i only ask that your reply moves the scene along. 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 at least 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?" Katie asked, staying on the path while Jason trekked wet grassland toward the ruin. "Just…" he forged ahead of her. "Anything weird." "Aye-aye captain." Katie trudged behind, toeing around quagmires, arms raised from the fangs of prickers and thistleweed. A deep indigo haze had sept 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 Katie'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. Katie yelped and Jason 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. Jason 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 Keith's presence was near. But nothing. "Oh shit!" Katie shouted. She sounded farther away than he'd thought she was. "I found something weird!" Jason 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?" Jason sighed, wiped sweat from his forehead to his arm. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." ⟢PLOTS⟢ 𓍊𓋼𓍊 | "to die upon the hand i love so well" ✧𐦍 | fae / forbidden / reclusive 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 beneath the old willow by the river, muse a hears singing— low, sweet, unearthly. muse b sits at the roots, weaving garlands from silver leaves. they talk until the air chills, until words melt into silence. b offers a a ribbon to tie around their wrist, “so you’ll dream of me.” a wakes the next morning tangled in willow branches, heart still racing like they’d run through stars. their meetings become nightly confessions kissed or pressed so gently under the silken moon. b never stays to let the sunrise light their affair. “when you hear my wedding bells ring,” b whispers, “you’ll hear my heart break.” optional twist: muse b is a fae, and the ribbon they gave muse a isn't so innocent of a gift. it's causing muse a to change. it's leading them to the hidden doorways to the fae world. ~i have a preference to play muse b 𓃹 | "it's us against the world" ༉‧₊˚ | fantasy / medieval / bonding 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 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 protector 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. optional twist: muse b isn’t just any fighter– he’s of royal blood. when the cursed nature of muse a’s powers becomes evident, its blasphemy enough to warrant execution. but no loyalist to the crown is willing to strike the blow which might also kill the bonded muse b. ~i have a slight preference to play muse a ཐི♱ཋྀ | "used to be one of the rotten ones and i liked you for that" ִ ࣪⊹₊. | 00s / nostalgic / rewriting the past 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 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 ~i have a preference to play muse b ⋆⁺₊⋆♱------⁺‧₊˚ ✩₊˚.⋆☾☽⋆⁺₊✧ ˚₊‧⁺------⋆⁺₊⋆​ ⟢PAIRINGS⟢ likes: ❤︎ horror ❤︎ small town settings ❤︎ tragic backstories ❤︎ "it's complicated" romances ❤︎ 90s/00s ❤︎ blood & violence​ hy poooooooooooooooooo thet ical third colu mn dislikes: × lack of effort × excessive fluff × furry/anthro × a.i. garbage × 1-dimensional characters × stagnant plots ˗ˊˎ♱⋆----- .˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳. -----⋆♱ˎˊ˗​ ⟢WORDBANK⟢ 90s/00s, abandoned places, angels, apple orchards, autumn, bloodshed, briarpatches, candlelit vigils, codependencies, coming back wrong, cryptids, cults, curses, doomed by the narrative, dreams, drug abuse, foggy nights, folk horror, forbidden romance, found family, full moons, gore, horror, hurt/comfort, monsters, mutual pining, murder, mystery, obsession, nostalgia, psychological horror, road trips, runaways, slow burns, small towns, stalkers, survivors guilt, thunderstorms, time loops, tragic backstories, trauma as a haunting, torture, touch starvation, unrequited love, violence, werewolves, whump

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