#0UTL1ERS — indie, selective, slow activity dash-only ( MULTIMUSE ) featuring a wide range of film, videogame, comics, and manga/anime characters. mutuals only. by jesse (masc+fem pronouns, 1994).

⁽ ⁰¹ ⁾ RULES. ⁽ ⁰² ⁾ ROSTER. [under reco] ⁽ ⁰³ ⁾ CREDITS: sereg0re (graphics)

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SUMMER.     cold drinks after a long day,     hiking in the woods just outside the city,     swimming in a lake,     spontaneous picnics,     the warmth of the sun making you drowsy,     the buzz of insects flying by,     blooming wildflowers,     the scent of bark and leaves,     snapping twigs in half,     a blade of grass between your teeth,     light sunburn on the tip of your nose,     barking dogs,     rosy cheeks,     children laughing in the distance,     sunflowers reaching for the sun,     fresh ice tea,     resting your head on someone’s lap,     warm yellow,     the sound of waves crashing.

AUTUMN.   cool breezes that feel just right,     piles of leaves,     rust red,     oversized sweaters,     knitted blankets,     pumpkin spice,     the scent of freshly baked goods,     open windows letting the fresh air in,     cold cheeks and hands,     rain boots ,     carving pumpkins,     soft scarves,     a comforting embrace from an old friend,     the scent right before a storm,     wild mushrooms,      ripening berries,     a cup of hot tea,     purring cats,     blueberry muffins,     braided hair,     wearing your partner’s shirts,      an alarm pulling you from slumber,     burning candles.

WINTER.  the crackling of a fireplace,     hot chocolate with marshmallows,     the smell of fresh cookies,     fuzzy socks,     beanies pulled over your ears,     a strong pot of coffee,     dark clouds gathering on the horizon,     the sound of wind shaking the house,     melting ice,     snowflakes in your hair,     melancholy afternoons,     curling up with a book while the world stands still,     cough drops on the nightstand,     excitedly giving gifts,     long coats with deep pockets,     pale blues,     flour on the tip of your nose,     warm soup,     stubble turning into a beard,     the scent of leather.

SPRING.     the smell after it rains,     waking to the sound of birds singing,     the crack of thunder,     soft pinks,     energy drinks or protein shakes,     the scent of fabric softener,     tidying up,     the sweet taste of fresh fruit,     competitive spark in eyes,     sand beneath your feet,     sweat on your brow,     catching your breath after running,     light green,     frosted cupcakes,     electricity in the air,     forbidden kisses,     the sharp hunger after a work out,     daring romances,     high ponytails,     unexpected storms,     picking flowers,     running barefoot in the grass,     iced coffee.

⁽ ⁰² ⁾ all character portrayals will be based on a mix of my own interpretation of them and their established canon—any expectation for muses to be presented a certain way will have to be discarded.

↳ i write in third person present tense almost exclusively, but could adapt for a partner. my native language is spanish, so i'd be more than eager and willing to write with any fellow spanish-speaking muns.

⁽ ⁰³ ⁾ due to irl responsibilities, replies are going to be quite slow, and activity will see spikes and dives at random times. that doesn't mean i'm entirely offline, and can be reached through dms or discord, which is only available for mutuals.

⁽ ⁰⁴ ⁾ bigotry of any kind won't be tolerated here (zionism, transphobia, racism, etc). and while i don't intend to police the media anyone consumes or which fandoms they're in, some works come with a load of issues stemming from the impact of their author's actions irl (ex. jkr), so engagement with such works will immediately be a no-go for me. same goes for utilizing known abusers or bigots as fcs.

⁽ ⁰⁵ ⁾ common rp ettiquette stands—no godmodding (exceptions apply to small presumptions injected in replies to move the plot along), no rushing for replies, etc. matching length is not an obligation.

⁽ ⁰⁶ ⁾ WARNING—this blog will feature several heavy themes such as gore, violence, mentions of sexual abuse (specifically csa as it relates to one muse), parental abuse, and other triggering subjects. i'll try my best to tag everything, but if there's anything i miss or that needs special attention, please tell me asap. if too many subjects posted here are triggering, think of your mental health first and simply don't follow/block.

⁽ ⁰⁷ ⁾ i am more than open to shipping, but it will be selective and based on character chemistry first and foremost. many of my muses' personality and psychology don't make it as easy to establish close relationships, let alone romantic ones. i won't ship with multiple interpretations of the same character.

↳ obviously, no incest or other abusive/innappropriate/immoral/illegal ships will be written or tolerated. platonic ships and found family dynamics are extremely welcomed and something i'd actually look forward to planning out more than romance, hit me up for those.

he’d told himself this was nothing, tried to convince his own greedy heart that whatever there is between them only boils down to physical attraction and mutual gratification, but the longer he spent with bucky, the more he’d become drawn to the man beyond the winter soldier. vulnerability’s always felt like pulling teeth, so piotr tested things a little at a time—offering only small pieces of himself to fill the stretches of silence between them after sex, staying longer and longer with bucky until a few hours turned into full nights sharing bed, interpreting the acceptance of his prolonged presence as a sign that maybe he wouldn’t be making such a fool of himself over this.

he rushes to hide the hand holding the surprise box of baklava behind his back before turning the knob, hoping this gesture will somehow ease his way towards the next step, the proverbial leap of faith. “ привет… “ piotr stumbles through the greeting somewhat, an awkward half-smile tightening his lips as they curve upward, and he crosses the threshold into bucky’s quarters.