“I am cursed to a world that needs my skilled hands to heal their wounds. Yet they would sooner bite those same hands for the shape of my ears.” - Thyra Athenor
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Welcome to my rp blog for my multifandom, mostly self insert oc, Autumn.
I, the mun in charge, am Dori(an) [she/they] and have been developing this character since about 2011. She was originally created by my best friend for a fanfic they thought up for our Middle School friend group, that was when Autumn was born to represent me.
I adore her and thought she deserved to interact with others once again after years of a hiatus. She’s open for Asks, Requests, RP ideas or even just some fellow friends, muses, oc’s to interact with.
#TRAEGICS . independent multi - muse blog penned by Q ( twenty eight , eastern tmz , she/her ) . this blog may contain mature content so proceed with caution , trigger content will be tagged as such . semi - low activity blog , beta editor and only interacts if messaged first .
Muses and rules can be found here
Independent multi-muse blog for Celebrity , Supernatural , MCU , TVD/The Originals , Teen Wolf , Sons of Anarchy , Stranger Things, and Mayan's M.C. ( may be open to other fandoms just shoot me a message and we can discuss )
plot: after meeting for a blind date once there have been a few others, endless texts and phone calls whenever they both have the time about just whatever they are thinking about, one date night in turns into a night spent over. Its the morning now and realizing this, Eloise is in a hurry to get back home. She’s been careful to not tell your muse about her home life, as if she’s hiding something...
The sun peeking through the curtains of the window were a surprise when she rolled over in the bed. With a groan, Eloise forced her eyes open, reaching for where her phone had fallen to the floor. It was morning. Late morning. Her eyes went wide and quickly she pushed to sit up, “Oh no - shit!” Eloise throws the blanket off and starts to scramble around for her clothes.
“I am so - Sorry! I just - I gotta go, I didn’t mean to stay so late - I mean -” she shakes her head, adjusting herself before turning back to them in the bed, “Not that, you know, I didn’t want to. It was great! Really great! I just - I need to go.”
who: kade conroy. major idiot.
open to: m/f/nb
what: a night out turned sour but kade's attention seeking ass loved it - until your muse (significant other, best friend, assistant, whatever) picked him up from the police station and took him home.
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The internet was ablaze with Kade's latest string of shenanigans. It had started simple enough, like these things always did. He'd just gone out for a few drinks. Maybe a few too many. Of course Kade always knew where the cameras were going to be, loved the way the attention made him feel. And, oh, he'd been hungry for it lately. At first he'd just been loud, obnoxious, the life of the party. Then, at some point and without warning, he was on the ground throwing punches and taking them in turn. He didn't know who separated them or how long the altercation had lasted. All that mattered was that he was absolutely buzzing. Could barely sit still in the holding cell, eager to be let out. Neither party wanted to cooperate, press charges and neither did the club (Kade brought them too much attention, he knew where he stood). Always so lucky he'd probably scrape by with no legal issues. It was public opinion that would be his problem. None of that mattered right now though, Kade too busy hanging his head as the desire for attention faded and the shame set in.
"You gonna give me the same old speech now or is it the silent treatment this time?"
open to anyone.
muse: charlie masterton. 24 years old. bisexual. she/her. botanical science student. plot: enemies to… is that… sexual tension?
“i hate you. the fact i have to breathe the same air as you? it’s insulting.” charlie's words might have held a little more weight to them if her gaze didn’t flit down to their lips before meeting their eyes again. she shook her head slightly, as if that would break up the thoughts in her mind, and tried to harden her resolve. “you should just stay out of my way.”
who: open male muse. anyone welcome.
where: mercury manor suites, private quarters.
mateo was a dangerous man. there was no way in hell that he could escape that sort of reality. not when one was born into the guerrero dynasty and promised so much power. the only caveat was that one couldn’t be afraid to reach out and take what was rightfully theirs. as one of the largest mafia families in new york - mateo took root in this lifestyle well into his teens and fell inline like a regular foot soldier. now he was much older, took all the advice of his father and was just a few years away from taking over his father’s entire empire. polishing off his drink - mateo tipped the bartender and made his way back to his room where he prepared himself an escort for the evening. the only catch was that he wanted someone fresh, someone new to the scene and still “innocent.” the man was in the mood to corrupt and defile, which only made him more aroused. as he approached his door, he quickly noticed the boy leaning against the wall and flashed him a smile. “are you who they sent me?” he questioned the other as he looked him over while unlocking the door to his suite.
🧚 I’m summoning all my medieval fantasy lovers who enjoy throwing headcanons around, plotting together, enthusiasm that is mutual, creating Pinterest boards and playlists. I really want to meet a writing partner who has the same passion for what we write, I want to completely immerse ourselves into the world we create and freak out over the couple we create. I only feel comfortable writing with non binary and women. It makes me uncomfortable to write with a cis man. I myself am a woman, in case you’re curious. I’m 21 so I ask that my writing partners be 18+!
I’m looking for somebody who will want to stay up til late because we’re too excited to sleep, I want a friend as well as a writing partner. I’m mainly looking for mxf pairings right now, I’m fine with playing whichever gender. Truly doesn’t matter to me.
I’d really like for our plot to include enemies to lovers and kingdoms at war, and other suggestions I have are ; arranged marriages, sunshine x grumpy, fated soul mates, morally grey characters, spicy female characters, villain gets the girl. I’d really love to write as or write against a female muse who has depth to her and isn’t overly submissive. I want complexed characters. I want spice.
I’m a sucker for one human muse (even if temporarily) and the other a fantasy creature. Though it isnt required! It’s optional. I love the angst and all of that to go with it. I don’t have a particular storyline that I’m set on but I do know I want kingdoms at war, enemies to lovers and potential mates if you like Idea. I adore soulmate plots.
I am an advanced writer ranging from adv lit to novella. Anything else bores me I’m sorry! I’d prefer for our story to have spice in it, I feel like it adds so much to the story. I write solely on discord.
For face claims I prefer realistic, be that as real life people or AI’s. The option is open!
If you’re interested in getting to know me better and discussing a possible roleplay, interact and I’ll message you! But please, I ask you only interact if you’re willing to give the same kind of energy back. I’m a very excitable person and to receive none of the enthusiasm back in return, will likely cause me to grow disinterested. I just want to make friends and make a beautiful story! As for pairings, I would like for it to be a wlm pairing. I’m contented to play either a male or female muse! Most of my characters are the villain / morally grey type, so please be accepting of that. It’s what I feel most comfortable with.
Feel free to message me or you can wait for me to message you!
open to females (someone who fits this aesthetic)
muse jesse raniere, male, 31
setting the bar at a wedding reception. he's the best man, and she's the maid of honor, but she's clearly been fucking the groom because she's a bad person. don't worry, he's a bad person too. lean into it.
"I don't know you well enough to think you were glaring at me during the ceremony, so you must have been glaring at him... come on, give it up. Everyone can tell that you're angry."
Meet the Mother (Open Rp open to male/female/futa)
It was the Year of the Ox, this was the year you had met your long time partner ‘the Ox’. You knew them as a normal human for so long until they had revealed to you their true origins. Of being one of the creatures who raced for their place in time. So this year they had prepared you to meet their mother. When she came into your house she was dress scantily, seemingly unaware of how inappropriate it seemed
She had a lack of a sense of personal space, to the point your partner was so embarrassed they left for some time. As they left she came and hugged you pressing your head in her chest, “Welcome to the family love”
open to m / f 21 +
muse : cruz lomax, 25, motocross racer & full-time idiot
plot : i threw rocks at the wrong window but i’m a little drunk and my girlfriend just dumped me so hey do you want to hang out with me ?
" oh, shit... shit. you're definitely not my ex-girlfriend." intoxicated laughter filled the otherwise empty street as he looked up at them, confused as they glanced out the window. "my bad. sorry. i guess me not knowing where she lives is a big sign i shouldn't ask her to take me back, right ? this might just be some of that freaky divine intervention shit my sister is always taking about."
open to: m/f/nb
what: kade's a pouty little jerk
who: kade conroy. actor/asshole/nepo baby
"Are you done ignoring me yet?" Like a child, Kade sat pouting. For how long, he wasn't sure. If anything was actually wrong it was uncertain but for a man that thrived on attention it surely felt like the end of the world. Sometimes he wanted it from everyone all at once. That was when he acted out, made people look, forced the press to run stories about him because how could they not? Other times he wanted it from individuals, certain people deemed special enough to exist close enough to his ever growing sun. "We've been here for two days and you've suddenly made loads of new friends." A vacation, just to get away, somewhere warm. That had been the only thing he'd required and yet there he sat, soaking up the sun, miserable.
open to anyone.
muse: alix carter. 25 years old. bisexual. she/her. horror movie writer.
plot: based on the post in the source but tldr: your muse is in a relationship but alix thinks they could do better (by better, she thinks her, maybe).
“you know dating her makes you look stupid, right?” alix has been the good friend. the supportive friend. she's bit her tongue. she's listened to their endless complaints and she gave advice. that all comes to and end now, though. “like, you keep putting up with the same crap over and over again. you let her walk all over you. it’s pathetic.”