˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . hi friends i'm gwen, this is my dash only indie rp. i'm 25 & will only interact with those 21+. i'm getting back into things but i've been rping on tumblr on & off for almost ten years now.... insane and at this point i don't have many rules, mostly just information you may want to know. such as...
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Selina Kyle + Leather
she always knew how to get under his skin , finding something that gains her more control over the situation than him . his tongue is pressed against his cheek as he presses his back against the chair , watching the interaction between her and her brother . "you know , being murdered actually sounds way better than dealing with you ." benji keeps his voice quiet , mostly speaking through his teeth . "i'm gonna find a way to leave soon so relax for once in your life ."
eyes narrow as she sarcastically smiles at his reply. " that's a bit harsh benji... you weren't feeling that way the last time we saw each other. " well to be fair, she wasn't feeling as irritated either. they were wearing much less clothing the last time they saw each other, up way to late and not nearly sober enough to make sound decisions. despite agreeing to never see each other again after their last night together, she couldn't deny that some twisted part of her felt excited that he was here. eyes cast to the window, the snow falling heavier with each passing second. " oh yeah, you're gonna find a flight out in that ? your optimism is truly impressive. "
Roxy always had a way about her. She could ease him with the simplest of words, and identify thoughts that he hadn’t even considered in any moment of anguish. Her telling him that he was made to be a rockstar and that nobody did it better than him brought an immediate, warm smile out upon Archer’s features. His eyes lit up simultaneously, and he squeezed her hand affectionately as a slight thank you before murmuring “Thanks, babe. Means a lot. You always know just what to say.”
He kissed her back sweetly after she’d reassured him about his break, and when Roxy began to turn, Archer instantly knew what she was up to. He chuckled approvingly and couldn’t resist teasing by saying “Of course this is a fine way of perking me up too…” Archer laughed again after saying it before sliding his arms around Roxy’s front, a content sigh coming from him. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Archer’s dick began to stir too. How could it not when he had his naked girlfriend lying back against him? For the moment, though, he carried on normally by listening to Roxy’s subsequent words. He pressed a kiss to her temple before responding to them with “Same here, babe. Freezing time like this would be perfect. I could stay here all night if we had to, or at the very least right by your side somewhere else.”
hands run along his tattooed arms, tracing patterns that were so familiar they felt like second nature to her at this point. she giggles in response, turning her head to face him, further to the side. " you know i thought so, but i wanted to try sentimentality first, " she replied playfully, turning her head to rest on his shoulder. eyes close momentarily as she relaxes. she was possessive by nature, often times coming to visit him on tour was so alluring to her because it offered peace of mind. no one else could slip in and take him from her, as much as she knew people wanted to. " where else do you have in mind ? " brown hues open, a playful smirk on her face as she turns to look at him again. back arches into him, pressing her ass against him slightly. " i watch so many girls throw themselves at you every night... " she begins, right hand moving to guide his over her naked breast, squeezing gently with a heavy breath. she wanted him to touch her everywhere. " you know how satisfying it is to know that you're mine ? "
someone give theodora a plot w her younger brother's best friend and a scandalous secretive long-term love affair
DUA LIPA at the 29th Annual Critics Choice Awards (January 14, 2024)
sterling towered like a great oak, with his hair like the ruffled plume of a magpie and eyes like two mossy pebbles, and yet he was reduced to a puddle when he stood beside margot. she was his everything, and he had shredded himself apart each day since losing her, driving himself crazy with 'what-ifs' and what had been left unsaid. it was his moment, now, to be transparent, to reveal his bare soul and invite her to reach out and take it. he was sterling, wholly and completely. he just wondered if that would be enough. "you know i'd do anything for you. i'd rob a bank, i'd steal a car, i'd change my name and move to switzerland. anything. forgiving you would be like breathing." his tongue slowly ran across the skin of his lower lip. her words struck his heart like a strike of lightning. "i love you. more than i can ever comprehend. more than this stupid, shitty situation that i made. margot, i—" he stepped to close the gap, taking hold of her small hands in his, "—can i kiss you?"
at this point in margot's life, intimate relationships had been reduced to a revolving door of disappointments. then sterling entered her orbit like a freight train. he had been the stability she'd always craved and the home she'd always wanted. that's why this situation stings so badly. once again she felt as if the ground beneath her was uneven, cracks forming in the pavement. did he mean it? if she let him back in would she find herself back here again? " this all feels so surreal. " his reply had elicited a small yet sympathetic smile, the pain in her eyes flickering to admiration, even just for a moment. focus shifted to his hands as he grabbed hers, electricity rushing through her entire being at his touch. " i'm entirely yours sterling, i always have been. but i only want you to kiss me if you're mine. what about her ? "
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As ever, Roxy had a way of putting things so well. He needed a proper break, not just another few weeks in a different hotel room someplace else. He needed home, and especially alongside her. To her words telling him such, Archer nodded. “Exactly,” he began, adding “I love what I do, of course, but I know I need to switch off from anything to do with it for a few weeks at least.”
A soft smile grew on Archer’s features given Roxy’s admiration of him across the bath. The expression grew further when she told him of the motive behind her tattoo, and to it, Archer leaned in to place a gentle kiss against the imprinted skin. “Just a few more weeks,” he repeated, although another sigh and a frown followed from him at the prospect. It’d be a slog, mentally. He knew that already. And yet, the prospect of hiding away with Roxy helped soothe those worries. Archer nodded and murmured “Sounds pretty perfect. I love you too.”
" i know you love it baby, i think you were made to do what you do. no one could do it better, " she speaks genuinely, always finding her words useless if they were anything but honest. " doesn't mean you don't deserve a break, you're human. no matter how many generations of musicians you come from, you can't escape that fact."
the blonde leans further forward, kissing him tenderly. she lets the moment linger, feeling deprived of it for too long. " it will go by fast, " she whispers. spinning around she adjusts herself to lean against his chest, a light giggle escaping her lips as water splashes over the rim of the tub. as her naked frame settles into his she lets out a comfortable sigh, wrapping his arms around her. " if i could freeze time i'd stay here forever-- no deadlines... no managers calling to take you away from me. just us, in a warm bath, in the fanciest hotel in the middle of... wherever we are. " she finishes, realizing only then that she had been too focused on him to pay attention to where they had stopped to spend the night.
Baby (Netflix) - Andrea De Sica & Anna Negri
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Open Starter
Archer Wilde - 26, pansexual, rockstar
Written solely in beta editor
Connection Ideas - Spouse/partner/SO; fellow band member; groupie/roadie; agent; fan; escort
Note: Despite Archer’s sexuality, this is a starter for F/NB muses.
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Archer sighed, the sound reverberating around the pristine tiles of the hotel bathroom. In months of touring, he’d lost count of the number of hotels he’d stayed in, and with so many they’d all started to merge into one for him, a soulless imprint of a generic suite. However, whilst his dwellings provided little home comfort, the figure opposite Archer in the bath certainly did.
It was why he told them “Sometimes I wonder if this success is too much for me, and if I’m up to such long tours…” without any fear of judgement. As he listened to their response, Archer stretched his legs either side of their figure, and in tandem gently ran his fingertips along their calf muscle. Without a stitch of clothing covering their bodies, the array of tattoos on Archer’s torso, arms and legs were apparent to them.
And yet, it was one on their wrist that caught his eyes. A finely written lyric. His lyric. With a brief, soft smile, Archer lifted their hand between his forefinger and thumb to admire it further.
roxy had spent much of her childhood in and out of hotels with her mother. the rotating impersonal spaces were such a secondhand comfort that she always felt somehow at ease visiting archer whenever he was on tour in random places. she didn't mind hotel after hotel, it felt familiar and anywhere with him felt like home. " i can understand that, baby. you deserve a break--and not just a vacation for two weeks in some different hotel room in the middle of nowhere. i mean a break where you come home and just... relax for awhile. " she replies, admiring him from across the bath. attention is drawn to her hand as he lifts it, smiling as he notices her newest adornment. " i told you it was my favorite line. " she sits up straighter, allowing herself to be closer to him as he holds her hand. " i love you. you're gonna be okay. just a few more weeks and it's over. you can come home to me, we can hideaway just us. "
