#y chace pls

[rebeccabreeds]

hello it’s me, your friendly neighbour trash australian. i have not a single Clue in the world how rp works these days bc i am a la absent in this world. alas, i have a dying need to write again hence this post. below the cut are some ships/plot ideas i would love (!) to play out, pls like or message me if u may be interested and we can do the plotting and writing thing. nb. i am very slow, i have a full time job, so if you’re after rapid fire replies pls find ur nearest exit. if u are down with more chill, hc’s back and forth, and threads when we have the time bc life is Busy and i live off coffee and am eternally tired, hmu! 

nb. as i am the ripe ol’ age of 24, i would prefer if my partners were 21+. this is just a personal preference, i mean no offence at all! bolded in the ships section is who i would like to play, non-bolded means i don’t have a preference!

PLOT BUNNIES.

co-stars falling in love but make it gay. that’s basically it. i feel like you see the whole m/f co-stars falling in love all the dang time, so i wanna play it out as m/m or f/f. i don’t really have a preference over the other. preferably they’re starring in a film, know of each other, have met before etc., but it becomes inherently apparent they are into each other as the process of filming goes on. secrets! existential crises! rumours! the works!

if you have read the hating game by sally thorne, first hi hello how are ya, how great is this book. second of all, i would love a plot based off this. TLDR: basically co-workers who ‘’’hate’’’ each other (we can decide the dynamics, whether its fake hate, ones in love w the other unknowingly etc.), vying for a promotion within the business and throw in some cheesy new adult/contemporary romance novel tropes to make it spicy. let’s GO. 

on the bullshit train of me being a romance novel loving clown, a plot based off the wall of winnipeg and me by mariana zapata. but like not fully. basically i just want a surly, thinks the world is against him professional sports player, slowly falling for his i-aint-taking-your-dumbass-shit assistant who is the epitome of a spitfire and all things great in the world. thank u, next.

this plot which is kinda like the above but also not, but i would absolutely die for this one??

this plot bc i am an absolute slut for both angst and second chance romance plots so like. big yes. bIG Y E S 

just a cute plot of 2 people in their late twenties meeting and falling in love and their life growing from there (first date, first time, engagement, marriage, babies, the works). like. that’s it lol. gimme the cute, i need some of that in my life.

college plots!!!! idc the context!!! i just love ‘em!!!! grabby hands, give them to me!!!

*** james and lily potter, mauraders all the jazz. i am Big No on writing minors, so like, we can just pretend when ur in 7th year at hogwarts u are already 18 just for my mental sake. bc i wanna write the transition of them falling in love and pls i need this for my sanity, it’s important.

idk man i have a tag here that i have not a single clue in hell what’s in it cause i haven’t rb’ed anything into there in like literal decades, but like maybe stuff in there?

SHIPS ( CANON & NON ).

*** james potter & lily evans ( fc potentials: alex fitzalan, noah centineo, gavin leatherwood + open to other ideas. i would love to use abbey cowen for lily! )

olivia holt x alex fitzalan

danielle campbell x nick robinson ( i have a dani muse i would LOVE to play in a college setting )

olivia dejonge x gavin leatherwood

zoey deutch x halston sage

lily collins x douglas booth

olivia dejonge x alex fitzalan

FACECLAIMS I WOULD LIKE TO PLAY.

candice king

danielle campbell

alicia vikander

ryan guzman

sebastian stan

aaron tveit

ben barnes

sam claflin

halston sage

zoey deutch

max irons 

naomi scott

natasha liu bordizzo

jenn im

chace crawford

jamie chung

henry golding

anyways thanks for tuning into my existential crisis

[musicallisto]

Hi❤️ Can I have a ship w/TMR & HP(male), pls? I’m 5'7,have a long black hair,dark eyes,fair skin. I'm ENFJ,the eldest of 4,making me reliable & a good leader. Very caring,affectionate,kind,strong both physically & mentally,competitive & fearless. I'm a good listener so as a good adviser. I adore animals,children & LOVE cuddling,skinship,coffee,theme park & advanturous things.I hate heat & worst w/directions. I'm always there for my sis. Smile's always on my face & I hope everyone can smile,too.

(Thank you so much and take your time with my ship if you’re too busy, I understand! Hwaiting ♥ I’m supporting you~ 🌹🌷🌺💐🌼🌻 I hope you have a lovely day filled with happiness, smiles and love.❤️❤️❤️)

I Ship You With…

T H O M A S

• If Thomas had to describe in one word everything he felt when he looked at you, it would be admiration. He was completely mesmerized by the way you moved, the way you talked, how good of a leader you were, how everyone seemed to rely on you, how you were so tender and yet so brave, how you were so altruistic and generous, how you were determined to save everyone no matter the price. It was what drew him to you. Your personalities were so alike in many ways. Although you weren’t one of the official leaders in Group B, you quickly became the head of the operations because the girls soon realized how good you were at taking the lead, scheming and making plans, and leading people to victory. You were a rebel, a fighter, and Thomas loved that about you. You didn’t try to talk him down, to tell him what he was doing was worthless. You believed in him and he believed in you, and it was enough for the both of you, despite all the death and the chaos surrounding you. You showed your utmost potential in the Scorch: you were an absolute badass, saving Thomas and the others Gladers several times. Your fearless and commander nature was Thomas’s favorite thing about you.

• Besides being one of the strongest and most physically capable ones in the Group, you also valued intelligence a lot, so it was very important for you to keep doing mental puzzles and things like that after all the situation died down. You taught Thomas how to play chess and even if he didn’t understand a lot at the beginning, he was more than happy to play with you. It often ended up in Thomas being frustrated because you won extremely easily, in only a few minutes, and he didn’t understand how you did it. You laughed and told him that he was just really bad at that game, and you wondered why WICKED had even bothered studying his brain. He smiled light-heartedly; your little jokes never failed to bring a smile to his lips, no matter how pained he was by all those he had lost. Evenings in Paradise were spent playing chess on a makeshift board as the sun was dying down behind the horizon on your right, and it was peaceful and quiet: everything you wanted and deserved after the trials.

• Since you loved children a lot, you tried to convince Thomas to have some of your own, years after the dreadful events of the Maze and the Scorch. He was skeptical at the beginning, not wanting his children to live and to be raised in a world so dark, a world so cold, but you told him how amazing of a father he would be and how incredible the kid would feel having a dad like him, and eventually, after a few months of asking and persuading, he accepted. Your first born child, a boy, was named Newt. It felt like a proper tribute to your best friend, and although you wished he could be there to see his small alter ego, you were filled with happiness with your little family. Thomas turned out to be a really good father, treating his child with respect, love, and being firm when he needed to. Sometimes, you could hear Thomas’s voice crack when he called your son by his name, but you shared a comforting look and he smiled lightly. Everything was going to be alright.

M I N H O

• Minho must be your best friend, there is no discussion here and it seems OBVIOUS to me that you two fit each other perfectly. Like honestly I don’t see a romantic relationship between the two of you but sign me up for the bff stuff. You both get so competitive and teasing when you are around each other, especially because you were both the best runners in your respective Mazes, and Minho can’t have his ego beaten by *cough* “a girl” (he regrets those words as soon as he realizes that you’re indeed going to beat him God knows how and that you’re actually one helluva girl). You’re always throwing snarky comments at each other and being what others would think is nasty, but you both know it’s just for the laughs and it’s your way of being affectionate.

• HOWEVER, as soon as the other is in danger, shit gets wild. When Minho is threatened by WICKED because of his immune condition, you’re the first one to react and try your best to protect him, and Minho would be the quicket to jump in front of danger to protect you (I mean, Thomas would too, because they’re both such hotheads). Sometimes, and especially in the Scorch, when everything seems desperate and after Minho gets hit by the thunderbolt, his playful banter slowly turns to more philosophical and deeper conversations that he shares with you at night around a bonfire. At first, you’re taken aback, because it’s a side of Minho that you don’t know, or are not used to seeing. You find some stupid joke to make because seeing your lively best friend so down in the dumps is very frustrating, and he uncontrollably laughs because you know him so well. He’s uncapable of keeping a frown when you’re around.

• After the Scorch and all the Flare shit, when life goes back to normal, you suddenly realize that animals must have suffered as much as humans, if not more, and you instantly find a new goal: adopt and care for any stray animal that you find near Paradise or on the roads. And every g o d d a m n time you see a wounded racoon or a pathetic-looking dog, you must take it in, to the great displeasure of Minho who doesn’t understand that fascination at all. From his point of view, it’s already hard enough to keep humans alive, let alone furballs. However, when you pick a little blind in one eye kitten, pleading eyeing Minho with his only blue orb, and literally shove him under his nose, he can’t help sighing and agreeing with you. From that day, he helps you put up an animal shelter in Paradise and surprisingly becomes the most whipped and gaga in front of the baby animals.

J A M E S   S I R I U S   P O T T E R

(faceclaim: Blake Steven)• So you didn’t specify which era you wanted so I thought you were okay with any, and I never wrote anything about Next Gen (actually, yes, I did. I wrote a Lorcan x Rose fanfic years ago and it was actually quite decent. It was called Kiss From A Rose bc, yanno, the song and the wordplay, rose, haha, lol, so funny 10/10) so I thought why not? So you two would be King and Queen of mischief™ just like the two amazing bastards he was named after. You may not be the most malicious, and that’s exactly why you make an excellent duo: teachers never suspect you because they know how intelligent, mature and responsible you are, and therefore would never do anything as childish and frivolous as putting pranks on people, right? but they fail to remember that you are dating James Sirius Potter, grandson of James Potter and nephew of Fred and George Weasley. (actually, McGonagall knows very well what’s going on, but she doesn’t interfere a lot because she misses the lively and funny atmosphere in the castle from the Marauders time, or the twins time).

• Soooo many dares, tournaments and stupid challenges between the two of you. At first, they were light-hearted and simple, nothing too extravagant, like “I bet you can’t eat two turkeys in one dinner!”, but as days went on and neither backed down, it escalated until it reached the point of “One hundred Galleons if you dye Professor Longbottom’s hair green in his sleep”. You always come up with the w o r s t dare ideas, or at least the most maleficent, and the thing is James Sirius always executes them. He never backs down from a challenge or dare, partly because it amuses him a lot and partly because he doesn’t want to be seen as cowardly. When you fear it’s going too far (because you have the most common sense, so even if you find it funny, you know when it’s time to stop and be serious), you tell him that it’s okay if he doesn’t do it, and it will absolutely not degrade his reputation or the way you view him, but once he has an idea in mind, he doesn’t let it go. Which leads him to detention quite a handful of times per semester, and as a consequence he receives a lot of Howlers while you’re laughing on the other side of the table.

• Because you both adore animals, and because that kind of stuff seems to run in your blood, you decide during your fifth year to become Animaguses, or at least attempt to do it. It takes a lot of months of preparation, and at first, you are very intimidated by the processus, but James Sirius convinces you to try to do it with him because it will be so much fun and imagine the endless possibilities if you can transform into an animal at will! Finally, after months and months of bizarre spells and disgusting concoctions, after several times escaping from detention because you were brewing potions after hours in the bathrooms, you finally manage to make it. It’s very confusing at first to change shape and become an animal, and not knowing what animal you would change into when you first transformed was very stressful, but after a lot of practice and training, it became easier and easier to get used to changing into an animal, and you could use that new, secret ability to meet with him without anyone knowing.

T E D D Y   L U P I N

(faceclaim: Chace Crawford)• So despite being much older than you both and therefore leaving Hogwarts years before you, Teddy is your best friend because of his mischievous, happy-go-lucky nature that really mirrors James Sirius’s personality. You get to hang out with him a lot, because he is a very good friend of the Potters, and also because you get on well with Victoire too. He is your favorite partner in crime and when he gets a prank idea to pull on someone in the castle and James Sirius is there to follow him, he basically is unstoppable. Your trio is very well known in Hogwarts when Teddy is still attending because of your creative jokes and pranks, and, to tell the truth, a little feared.

• Even after Teddy leaves Hogwarts, you still are in touch with him and talk a lot via letters. You tell him everything that’s going in Hogwarts, the classes, your friends, your family, gossip about the professors and the students, every little thing that he never would have thought he would miss when he was a student himself. He’s the only person you tell about your Animagus journey, and he’s very impressed because he knows it’s a very advanced form of magic and few wizards are ever capable of doing so. He doesn’t need it, obviously, but he loves hearing stories about your adventures and animal escapades nonetheless. Your letters are always the highlight of his days because he loves hearing from you and James Sirius and you are the closest thing he’s ever had to a brother and a sister. He loves hearing from you, your friends and your handwriting always reminds him of the times when you would spend days scheming jinxes and hexes to traumatize the poor other students.

• During the holidays, instead of staying at Hogwarts that becomes completely empty and dull, you would go back to the city and spend one week with your family and the other with the Potters, who basically adopted you as their second daughter. You love spending days with them because most of the time, the Weasleys and Teddy are there too, and it’s one giant family gathering where everyone knows each other and everyone gets along. You usually take long walks in the countryside with your best friend, trying to catch up the time you’ve spent without talking to each other, laughing and running in the corn fields, laying in the grass and laughing at the clouds that ominously look like McGonagall, or that Malfoy kid, reaching a pond and pushing a fully-clothed Teddy in there, then fleeing from the crime scene under his infuriated shouts… You’re so grateful for your friends and the amazing family that took you under its wing.

Moodboard

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Playlist

Muse - Knights of Cydonia

Martin Garrix - Virus (How About Now)

Eminem - Not Afraid

The Cab - Angel With A Shotgun

(the playlist & moodboard are mostly TMR related, but I was much more inspired, hope you don’t mind!)

[pctricor]

kat mcnamara, sebastian stan, dom sherwood & henrik holm 8)

Send me an FC and I’ll tell you my experience rping with them.

—kat mcnamara: well, me he topado su rostro en algunos rp pero fue poquito, ya de ahí no me ha tocado rolear con ese fc, y me parece bien bc, no me agrada del todo,*whispers* idk...

—sebastian stan: siempre lo he llevado yo8), bc solo puedo llevarlo yo, fin. Okno, solo la bella @stcclheart que me lo dio para mi chace crawford

—dom sherwood: *mira al horizonte* en un rp llamado gay camp, ( creo que era dom, bc en ese entonces lo confund[ia con jeremy jordan JAJAJ, i know, se que nqv), pero el punto es que fue ahí, mi sam claflin se dejó llevar a la cama por ese pj8))), es que la actitud del pj lo hacía tentador, lo juro.

—henrik holm: nunca me ha tocado toparme con el, fin del comunicado, bai. Ahhh, no es cierto, ntc bby, solo he conocido a una persona que lo ha llevado y eres tú. Me encantó como lo desarrollaste bc rápido lo amé, srsly, al igual que mi bebo nathan8) (hay que traerlos de vuelta, pls)

[urwarriorangel]

silk sheets and diamonds (nathaniel archibald drabble)

this is my first ever ‘Gossip Girl’ fic!!! I’m excited. it’s also longer than most drabbles lol oops? i’m sorry, chace crawford is just so fucking hot. also another late addition to my Valentine’s Day drabbles.

(remember that no gifs are mine!!! and pls listen to the song while you read this, it’s linked right below)

that’s what i like ft. Nathaniel Archibald

It was Blair’s 21st birthday party and you and Nathaniel were having a little too much fun. You both got a little too drunk on strawberry champagne and spent the night together at your condo in Manhattan.

You wake up, a little confused as your mind recalls the night before. A frenzy of silk white sheets and a fake fireplace run through your head. You look down at your bed and spot Nathan. Nathaniel Archibald. You pani as soon as you realize what happened last night and what could happen if anyone else found out.

“Nathaniel wake up,” you wrapped a sheet around yourself and nudge his shoulder repeatedly as you look for your clothes. “What the fuck happened last night?”

“We had sex,” Nathaniel groans and stretches, the comforter barely covering him from the waist down. His deep, raspy morning voice almost made you drop the sheet wrapped around you. Almost.

“I can see that,” you look anywhere but right at him as his eyes rake up and down your body. “I’m literally wrapped in a fucking bedspread. What are you eyeing?”

“I wrecked you over and over and over again last night,” he bites his bottom lip and grabs a hold of your wrist. “You look so fucking beautiful, god damn.”

“Please don’t,” you whisper and tug your hand away from his.

“What?” He sits up, perfect brows furrowed over his gorgeous blue eyes. A strand of his hair fell across his forehead and it takes every ounce of your willpower to not brush it back.

“Do you remember what happened when you and Serena had sex? Do you remember the fall-out between her and Blair?” You bite your bottom lip and look up at him. “It seems like getting drunk at Blair’s parties and having sex with a best friend of hers is your favorite pastime.”

“Don’t do that,” Nathaniel sits up and shakes his head. “Don’t fucking do that, Y/N.”

“What? Am I wrong?” You look over to him, not expecting the amount of passion and anger residing in his eyes.

“Yes, you’re fucking wrong. I’ve been waiting for this for years. I don’t think you understand just how badly I want you,” he glares at you, turning the other way as he looks for his clothes.

“Nathaniel…” you whisper his name, not sure what to say next.

“Look, I get it. You didn’t want this and you’re scared it’ll ruin your friendship with Blair and Serena. You regret it,” he whispers that last part, the pain in his voice clear. “I won’t tell anyone anything.”

“You think I regretted last night?” You whisper and Nathan’s head immediately turns to face you. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since before you and Blair started dating. I’ve thought about the mind-blowing sex we could have, I’ve thought about how you’d sound the morning after. Trust me, I don’t regret spending the fucking night with you.”

“L-look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you it’s just--”

“I know. I didn’t handle things as well as I could have. I woke you up while I was panicking over what could go wrong,” you chuckle and he smiles softly at you.

God you love his fucking smile. You reach your hand over and gently brush the stray hairs out of his face. The smile on his face grows and you cup his face, gently rubbing your thumb across his jaw as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You bite your bottom lip and drop the sheet that was wrapped tightly around you. You push it off and scoot closer to Nathaniel.

“Hey, Nathan?” You whisper, your breath fanning across his lips as his eyes shoot open. They grow wide as he takes in every inch of your naked form: from the moles on your shoulders to the tiger stripes along your sides. His hands wrap around your waist and he lets out a low groan.

“God you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers, growing more aroused by each passing second.

“Care to try this out sober?” You lay soft kisses against his jaw and he sighs loudly, his grip tightening around your waist.

“I’d love nothing more,” he smirks, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your neck. “We can try wrecking my beach house next? There’s a real fireplace there.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait,” you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. “This is only between us. No one else can know.”

“No one else will know, I swear I--”

“And you can’t see anyone else while this is going on,” you lick a stripe from the base of his throat past his Adam’s apple stopping once you reach his bottom lip.

“That’s what I like to fucking hear,” he growls and breaks out of your grip, flipping you around so that he’s on top. He pins your hands over your head and smirks, grabbing a bottle of champagne from the side of the bed. “Ready to have some fun?”