-- from the ashcs

Yes part of this site is about rping with one another, and making sure that our muses talk to one another and potentially grow closer (or try to rip one another apart, but some of us want that too). But I do not want to just have the rp and nothing else. To be able to talk to one another and talk theoretical about our muses, or talk about ships. 

Hell, being able to talk about anything at all helps. Some of us just like to talk to one another, while others of us genuinely feel like people don’t like us when there is general silence. We want to form relationships, and for some of us starting interactions is hard enough that trying to find the courage to talk to someone OOC separately is nearly impossible to find.

[sfw edition here]

send hearts to let me know which kinds of relationships you’re interested in for our muses, as either pre-established or a progression goal through current interactions. feel free to include any additional thoughts, headcanons, etc. that you wish. if i agree, we can work out the details together!

don’t forget to specify muse(s) for multimuses!

💛 a platonic ship

💕 a family type relationship

💞 a mentor/protégé relationship

💙 a queerplatonic partnership

💚 a friends with benefits ship

💘 an unconfessed crush ship (specify who’s crushing on who)

💖 a slow burn romance

❤️ a romantic ship

💓 a casual sex relationship

💔  a past romance

💜 a love/hate relationship (frienemies)

🖤 a toxic ship

☢️ an antagonistic relationship (enemies)

You won’t know it’s the last time, of course. You rarely do.

Later, when thinking back to it, you’ll try to remember whether they lingered for just a moment before they broke away. You’ll try to remember the placement of their hands.

Much later still, you’ll become stuck on the memory of how you met. How you fell in love with their mind. How they surprised you. How they challenged you to become a better person.

You’ll spend Friday evenings trying to disentangle them from your psyche. Like finding an endless array of their socks at the bottom of your drawer. Wishing they would disappear yet being unable to throw them out.

On bad nights, you want to scream. How could you? Of all the people in the world, you were supposed to stay. Out of all the temporality, all that transience - you were meant to be the exception.

You think about calling them, if only to receive a reminder of their voice on the answerphone. You almost do, but something stops you. You remember a poem you read a long time ago. It went something like - 

People are impermanent. The love of your life will leave you. On a Sunday morning, they’ll kiss you for the last time.