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CALLING ALL INDIE DISCORD RPERS... would anyone be interested in a server with a bunch of other writers to post what exactly you're looking for? plots / dynamics / characters, etc.

i really want to create a fun little community where it's easy to find partners that want to write specific plots n stuff since tumblr keeps making it harder to rp on here lmao but before i commit to it i wanna know if anyone would actually join???

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[irrraticnal]

you know what i love? established apocalypse aesthetics

leaves and flowers and trees growing out of abandoned houses and cars, smashing glass windows, invading and reclaiming the spaces humanity took from them

warning scrawled hastily on the sides of buildings in spraypaint or in blood; don’t come here, it’s not safe. turn away, go back. we died here. you will too.

notes and messages scattered across the world, addressed to people who never saw them or never lived to reply to them. rachel, we’re alive. david, don’t look for us. amy, dad got bit, please come home, we need you. kim, i love you. 

people broken into tiny groups. society shattered. they are past the anger, past denial, past trying to fix any of it. now there is only begrudging acceptance, and the knowledge that nothing is ever going to get better. the only thing they can do is survive.

a skeleton lying at the foot of a tree, flowers blooming in its ribcage. a bloodstained note in its front pocket. ‘sorry, mom’. travelers see it and barely spare a thought; such things are commonplace.

roaming packs of dogs and cats still wearing their collars, centuries of domestication breaking down under the need to live and to keep living

families born of blood and sacrifice. trading stories over campfires about who they used to be, who they might have been, what they could have become if none of this ever happened. looks of understanding when someone loses a sister, a brother, a father. it happened to me, too.

abandoned bedrooms combed over for supplies, but the faded posters still hanging on the walls and the useless knickknacks on the shelves tell the stories of the people who lived there years ago

moss covering television sets, water lapping up into backyards, tree limbs shooting up through collapsed roofs, evidence of humanity being eroded one day at a time

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"You know, even in a place like this, it's pretty rude to stare. Especially without spending any money." Scout drawled, each word dripping with honey as she leaned in closer. "And with a face like yours, I'll bet those pockets are deep."

[irrraticnal]

hey there! name's ripley, 25+, she/they. timezone is cst & i am most active in the evenings. this blog is an ind. oc & semi - selective and it will contain dark and/or triggering content. i will do my best to tag things, and if we're mutuals and you have a specific thing you need tagged, just let me know. --- genres / fandoms i'm most interested in are as follows: supernatural (tvd, spn) , fantasy (got, dragon age, period/royalty, star wars, the witcher) , horror, apocalypse (twd, tlou, the 100), crime related, slice of life, etc. --- smut & non - smut friendly, but most of the time i prefer my smut with some plot.

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Poetry Inspiration Moodboards | a cheap motel

There is a holy fire inside of me that burns all the persons I have been to the ground.

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oh to be pinned against a wall by my arch nemesis who i am secretly pining for and smirk insolently up at them while fantasizing about kissing them and being kissed back as they lean forward until our noses are almost touching to whisper threats which are meant to intimidate me but only turn me on more in my ear