♡. lilac & gooseberries

Hi, my name is Jess and this is an independent, multimuse roleplay account. This blog will also be selective and low activity. Nsfw will be heavily present, however, it will not be everything that is posted here. 

I don’t really have rules, other than the basic rp etiquette that everyone is used to, which is why I don’t have a rules page. So, I’ll include my few rules here:

No god-modding (though a little bit will be allowed under certain circumstances to move the thread along).

No sending anonymous hate. It will simply be deleted and ignored, and if it gets too bad, I will turn anon off.

Please keep the dash clean. Cut our threads and start a new thread if you intend to reply to an ask.

Do not use me for my males. While I like playing males, I tend to be selective with them. I can usually tell when people only want to rp with me because of my male characters or their fcs. If you intend to reply to one or a few of my threads with my male characters, please at least reply to one of my females. My reply system when going through my drafts is usually 1:1; one female reply for every male reply. 

I WILL NOT rp smut with anyone under the age of 21.

Currently, I do not rp on discord, unless it is with rpers that I am vibing with or have been rp partners with me for a while.

Amara silently thanked him once more for bringing her inside. It took a certain type of person to trust a stranger to stay in your café after you’ve closed and walked away yourself. He trusted her not to steal, he trusted her not to break anything. Maybe she looked innocent enough to be trusted or maybe he was just very trusting. Perhaps a mix of both. It was not until the male repeated her name back to her that she realised she hadn’t actually introduced herself. Well, shit. “Thank you.” With a smile on her lips, she was curious to know his. But the male in front of her seemed to want to continue to be mysterious as he did not introduce himself back with his name. The more she was in his presence, the more curious she became. She found herself wanting to get to know him. Then he started walking away and the brunette suddenly wanted him to stay more than anything. Then finally, she had a name to the face. “Night, Logan.” Amara watched him walk away and stared at the empty place where he had stood for a while before turning her attention to her book. It was settled then, she would definitely come for a nightly visit. 

Getting drawn into the story she was reading, Amara didn’t look at the time before hours had gone by. She had read about 70 percent of the book and she was craving human contact. The book was romantic, it was cute, it was steamy. She was slightly in love with the male character and that was how you knew it was a good book. But with being in love with a person that didn’t really exist came the realisation that she was extremely single. So, closing the manuscript, she grabbed her phone and went looking for the way Logan must have disappeared through. She tiptoed, not wanting to disturb him if he was actually asleep. He had said that she could come whenever but she also respected the fact that he would need sleep. Still, she stopped in front of what she assumed was the door to his apartment, and knocked. 

The first thing Logan did when he got to his apartment was spend some time completing paperwork from the business side of his diner. He did that for a while and then grabbed a bite to eat, before hopping in the shower. Somehow he knew Amara would come visiting, so he was determined to stay up until she did so. After his shower, he decided to relax on the couch with the TV running. The next thing he knew he was nodding off, something he usually did after a busy day. He was awaken who knows how much later by a knocking on his door. There she was, he knew it. The male got up from the couch, and walked over to his door. He was turning the knob before he ever realized that he hadn’t put on a shirt after his shower and was standing before her in an old pair of sweats that he intended to sleep in. A half smirk was offered as he took in her form waiting patiently in his doorway. “Long time, no see,” he said, opening the door wider to let her in. “I wasn’t sure if you were actually going to come up.” He took a couple steps back from the door, inserting his hands into the pockets of his sweats. “I’m assuming if you’re here the book was either really bad, or it hit the right spot.”