If this is a dream, the whole world is inside it.

24 & he/her/them

[semi-descriptive | personal interp | canon/canon | 3rd Person]

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Welcome! This is a sideblog I have repurposed to facilitate roleplays. I don't really know how the RP scene works on Tumblr, so I apologize if I carry over some habits from the last website I used to rp on.

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Current RP Interest: Goslingverse (RP requests closed for now!)

Characters: Sam Foster, Driver, Dan Dunne, Ryland Grace, Jackson Healy, Sebastian Wilder, Officer K, Leland P. Fitzgerald, Roy Chutney, Jerry Wooters, Lars Lindstrom, Jared Vennett, Luke Glanton, Colt Seavers, Jeffrey Thank You, and Monty McTreats. Open to trying other Gosling movie characters!

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✦ "I see… word has gotten around that you've left this life behind," The boss commented, taking the cigar out of his mouth for a moment, "So I'm a little surprised that you'd come to me. With him, no less," He pointed the cigar at the captain as he said this. He leaned back in his chair, glancing at the other up and down for a moment. "Tell me what you want them for, and I will decide if it's worth the trouble." ✦ Sam smiled, recollection flickering in his eyes as he watched Henry draw. "Not now, but I had a cat when I was growing up. His name was Lucky. He was white, and he had black spots and orange stripes… He had some long scraggly whiskers and his meow sounded a little grouchy, haha, but he was a sweet little guy. Playful, too. He liked doing tricks, actually… I taught him how to fetch and spin, and he taught me how to give him a little bump back after he'd bump me… He was my buddy." ✦ As Sam followed Lila, he thought about everything before the hospital. The state of the room, the state they found Henry in, the stranger who was adept at breaking into Henry's apartment. "Hey, this is going to sound a bit odd… but do you know of any mechanics in the area? I know that's really vague and there's tons of them here, but I think the person who helped Henry out was one. Tall, blond, blue eyes… hardly spoke a word… He said he was Henry's neighbor, but I wonder if he knew him too. He vanished when the paramedics showed up, so I didn't get his name." ✦ "With all due respect, Captain… while I appreciate the offer, I'm quite fine working above deck in order to attend to his Grace whenever needed." Anthony poured them their drinks as he spoke. "I'm afraid working below and out of his reach would put my service into contention. Besides, I could never replace one of your loyal crew."

"Ya hear that Cap'n? I'm irreplaceable." Orville leaned back and rested his head against his hands with a cheeky smile. ✦ "Ah, no, no! It's not bad… you're just… defying known biology again, that's all," Grace explained, not wanting to make Simon panic more. "I guess if it doesn't hurt, you should be okay…"

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Well, the topic was bound to resurface sooner rather than later. Still, Grace was a little surprised that Simon would bring up the topic right now… He focused on gently detangling Simon's hair as he spoke. "Well… Rocky lost his crew because of the radiation. The Eridians don't know about ionizing radiation, and because his crew had no protection from it, they got poisoned. Rocky was in his ship's interior, where they kept their astrophage fuel tank, and since astrophage absorbs basically all radiation, he was kept safe from it. Unfortunately… he was the only one to be kept safe."

He brushed back Simon's hair, gathering it back now that it had been properly brushed. "As for the Hail Mary crew… I think it was the coma. Stratt—Eva Stratt, my boss—She said the chance of surviving a come for so long was low, but we had a gene that made us resistant to it. It was one reason why she chose us. But coma resistance isn't coma immunity."

He tied Simon's hair into a thick ponytail.

"By the time I woke up, they were already cold…and it was just me. It wasn't even supposed to be me; she had someone else in mind. But they died before any of this."

He took a quiet, deep breath. There was no use getting agitated about it now; it would only make him more exhausted. Hasn't he spent long enough being upset about what happened, anyway? He tried to change the topic.

No one was around to notice Henry's plight. Some of the apartment rooms on his floor were inhabited by busy people who were gone for most hours of the day. The rest were vacant.

The elevator arrived unceremoniously. A single set of footsteps quietly and steadily made their way down the hall, further muffled by the carpet and interior walls. They were a good distance away.

The stranger wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. His shirt was stained with oil and grease, and the small red toolbox he carried showed signs of wear. He was back from the body shop. It was hard work, but he didn't mind; It kept his hands working and his mind at bay. He needed it, lest he move again.

He took a right turn, the hallway to his apartment. As he made his way down, he saw another figure standing there. He paid no mind at first, he wasn't interested in speaking to anyone…

But the stranger stood still once he was almost at his own door and he saw them more clearly.

The man from the diner.

When he first moved in after traveling from LA, he had only gotten a glimpse of the other once after leaving for work; He poked out of his apartment once for his only visitor, but he hadn't seen him leave since. The only exception was at the diner.

"…Henry? It's me, Sam! Are you in there?" He put his ear to the door… He could very faintly hear the hum of a bathroom fan. Maybe it was the kitchen fan? Either way, someone had to be home.

"Henry!" He knocked again. No response.

He could be busy, that was a logical response. But for this long?

The sinking feeling in his stomach was logical, but he trusted his intuition more than his logic. He knocked louder, before he started to turn the doorknob.

Locked.

Sam tried to open the door, but he had no luck, and his worries were starting to rise. What if Henry was sick? What if he was hurt? He was vulnerable and isolated, and while he didn't want to think about it…

"Move."

Sam whipped around to see a tall man with a toolbox and a battered-up white shirt under a jacket. His expression was unreadable, and he was slightly unnerved by his sudden appearance. Sam hadn't even heard his footsteps.

"Who are you? Do you know who lives here?" Sam asked the stranger tentatively.

The stranger gave a single nod. "Neighbor. Move."

"The…? Oh. I remember you... You're from the diner off 2nd Street. Is that right?" Sam moved aside, though he was still rather unsettled by him. Even when the stranger set his toolbox down and had his back turned, Sam could sense some serious tension emanating from him.

The stranger took a small tension wrench and a wire out of his toolbox, and after closely inspecting the lock, he moved to the tiny gap between the door and frame. The bolt moved with a resounding click.

"He tried to deadlock the door, but it wasn't pushed all the way in," The stranger said. He then picked the other lock, and finally, the door was pushed open.

──────────────────── Hi! I'm currently super into Ryan Gosling's filmography. Here are the movies and skits I am willing to write for:

Drive

Stay 2005

La La Land

Project Hail Mary

The United States of Leland

Half Nelson

Lars and the Real Girl

Barbie

The Nice Guys

The Fall Guy

Blade Runner 2049

Papyrus SNL

Doctor SNL

Monty McTreats and the Pastry Bakery SNL

The Place Beyond the Pines (I'll only do it for Luke tbh)

I heavily prefer crossover ships between the RGCU and some canon pairings as well. Not looking for oc x canon or oc x oc rp at the moment. I can also provide RP samples if wanted! Feel free to ask for them.

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