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name:: indigo jackson
nickname:: indi
age:: xx
gender:: cis male
orientation:: xx
career:: xx
race:: mixed
reputation:: xx
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[acacia.]

┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓
ＭＥ
○ usually once a day
○ two+ paragraphs
○ only guys
○ pm, topic, as, etc
○ chill
┗xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┛
┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓
ＹＯＵ
○ once every two days
○ two+ paragraphs
○ girls probably
○ quality characters
○ willing to timeskip a lot
┗xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┛

ＩＮＴＥＲＥＳＴＳ：
bonus points if we mix some together
cravings are in bold

○ avians
○ civil unrest
○ futuristic
○ traveling/nomadic
○ two people meet at
a music festival
○ surreal/alternate earth
○ platonic relationship
(mxf, mxm)
○ something along the
lines of the shot at
the night music video

[acacia.]

┏ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ┓
ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ
beautiful and
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┗ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ┛

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[acacia.]

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[acacia.]

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[acacia.]

yo! hmu if any of these interest u. the role-plays could be short and fun or we could stretch it out into a long-term thing.
if a role is bolded, it is who i would like to play. if nothing is bolded, i don't mind.
the number of xs before a prompt is how badly i want to do it. three is the highest rating. also i really really really want to do the very top one
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xxx muse a is an employee at a morgue who's touch has the power to bring somebody back from the dead and also return the individual to their lifeless state. muse a is often doing boring tasks alone, so they resurrect corpses that aren't too horrid-looking and talk to them while they work. some react badly and muse a has to touch them again before things get too wild, but most are surprisingly okay with what's happened. one day on the job, muse a picks muse b to be their source of entertainment for the hour. the hour turns into the whole shift and by the end of the day, muse a is finding it hard to bring themselves to put muse b back to sleep.

xxx "someone gave me a fake phone number and it’s actually yours"

xxx “my friend thought you were cute so she tried to take a picture of you for snapchat and her flash went off but when you looked our way she shoved her phone into my hands and nOW YOU THINK IT’S ME”

xxx “i hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital”

xxx "you greeted me in the strangest way this morning when i was getting my mail and we’ve been neighbors for like three years and this is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me i have no idea what is going on"

xxx the year is 2074 and muse a is the child of a wealthy resort owner. the newest android model has been released, but this time the craze surrounding it is different, since this one has a human-looking skin. the androids are customizable, and you get one that looks like whoever you want, or pick a pre-designed face. muse a and their dad aren't on the best of terms, so muse a asks for money to buy one, but only is given enough to afford one of the unclaimed custom ones (they're cheaper because they are usually heavily personalized to the preferences of the potential buyer, but were never picked up, and nobody wants them because they don't look general/normal). muse a picks the most average-looking (muse b) and takes it home. the android can do lots of things, but muse a soon becomes bored with it's drab personality, which consists of lame canned jokes and bad vocal fluctuation on sassy questions. in this society, downloading any unauthorized speech/conduct software mods for your android is extremely illegal, but muse a hops online anyway and, having no idea what they're doing, ends up downloading an incredible cocktail of mods for muse b. at first, there are minimal changes-- some of muse b's speech is more fluid and they can ask naturally-worded questions, but muse b's programming learns and soon muse a finds themselves talking to muse b more for honest enjoyment rather than amusement and realizes that they've forgotten muse b is a robot. with muse b being treated like a real, living human by everybody they come across, muse a realizes that once somebody finds out that muse b is an android, it will be obvious that muse b's personality was constructed illegally and both of them will be in huge trouble. muse a will go to jail and muse b will be deactivated.

optional-> they are caught and the incident is highly televised, but upon seeing footage of muse b's expressions of fear and love, the public protests against the deactivation and muse a has a chance at saving muse b

xx“i wanted to give you a warm welcome to the neighbourhood by baking you a cake but turns out you’re hella allergic to something i put in and yOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE ABOUT TO DIEI FEEL HORRIBLE”

xx “we’re sitting next to each other on this plane and and I was eating gummies, but I left all the red ones cause they’re absolute garbage and now you’re asking if you can have them”

xx “you showed up at my apartment in response to my craigslist ad to come kill the giant black widow living on my balcony…wow, that’s a lot of lighter fluid you brought with you. just let me google the fastest route to the emergency room real quick for when this all goes wrong.”

xx muse a is trying to enjoy a night out with friends when they are approached by an obnoxious person who won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. muse b notices what’s going on and heads over to help muse a out. at their wits end, muse a turns to throw their drink in the creep’s face, but they end up splashing muse b instead.

xx "this is some fifteen hour flight to australia and there is a very cute flight attendant on this plane"

xx "we’re the leading actors in a play/movie/show and during my performance i accidentally punched you in the face and i really hope i didnt wreck that gorgeous face of yours"

xx "i always see you doing weird things at ridiculous hours of the night and it makes me feel better because i do weird things in the middle of the night too"

xx“i died and came back and now i get to relive my last day with you knowing i’m going to die and you know nothing and i can’t prevent this and you’re just so happy i’m here you have no idea what just happened and your heart is going to be crushed all over again”

xx “my friend told me lick your mailbox on a dare and when i went to do the dare you were leaving the house to get your mail but i didn’t notice so now you’re staring at me as i lick your mailbox”

xx "i work at home and i haven’t left my house in a while and you think i’m dead in my house"

x the year is 2124. due to extremely limited resources and overpopulation of the planet, once people reach a specific age they must be euthanized. upon a person’s twenty-fifth birthday, people must report to a sleep facility where they will be put to humanely killed. the only people exempt from this fate are enforcers of the law, who are in charge of tracking down those who attempt to escape. muse a is an infamous enforcer with a nearly impeccable record of captures, and muse b is a rebellious citizen who has just turned of age. muse b has learned of a secret sanctuary for people who have successfully escaped and continue to live out their days in an underground society. they assemble only the bare essentials for survival and begin the journey, but with muse a hot on their trail, will muse b be able to evade them long enough to join the handful of others who have successfully disappeared?

x ‘can you please act appropriately do you know just how many of your messups I’ve had to cover up last week’ pr manager/celebrity

x “i needed a character model for this thing I’m writing and you’re the first person I saw in this coffee shop/library and now I have to keep staring at you for my character and you’ve started to notice”

x “we both got dragged to this concert for this band by our significant others and we met in the crowd and spend the entire gig talking about better music and making fun of the band”

x "you climbed your first tree but now you can’t get down so i’m going to sit here with you up in this tree until someone arrives with a ladder"

x "i can always hear you singing phantom of the opera so i decided to sing the duet with you"

x “i lied - this is apple juice, not whiskey. i’m trying to impress you, basically”

x "overhearing roommate singing in the shower to find out they sound angelic"

x "you keep borrowing stuff from my tool shed without even asking"

x “i broke your nose at a mosh pit”


#ghost prompts

xxx “i usually dont show my human form because i got my head bashed in when i was murdered and i scare people when they see me but you insisted on seeing me and now i regret it because youre crying and i really like you”

xxx “additionally, i disappeared to hopefully make you feel better but you insisted on seeing me again and as it turns out you were crying because you couldnt believe someone would do that to me and youre not scared and whoops–now we’re both crying”

xx “you've been haunting my room since forever and making things move and by now im not even that scared dude just please shut up and let me sleep”

xx “additionally, whoops you got pissed now and decided to show yourself like a badass or something but honestly bro do you have any idea how cute u are”

xx“you died like two years ago and i’ve been grieving your death and all of a sudden you’re standing in the middle of my living room telling me you’re a ghost that never moved on and you had nowhere to go and found me again well hi i missed you oh oops i’m crying” au.

[acacia.]

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xxxIn 2057, Jerome worked as a recreational drug designer and
dealer. It's not a job for everyone-- lots of brains, social skills,
and physical activity is involved (especially since some of the
drugs he sold weren't particularly legal), but he was incredibly
talented at what he did. Learning how to work people, accum-
ulating street skills, and mastering parkour (a trend of his home
years) made him incredibly successful.

xxxOf course, he wasn't the kind of guy to refuse trying his own
product, and he indulged frequently, which left him a little on
the off side. But he wasn't necessarily a bad person, which is why
exactly forty-five hours after his twenty-second birthday, he was
chosen. It was a steady, calm conversation, one he admitted he
didn't remember much of, but it ended with him grabbing some
of his stuff, dropping his cat off at a friends house, and saying
goodbye to the penthouse he may have someday called home.

xxxThe other travelers loved him-- he was funny, he was wild,
and he knew how to mix a good Galaxy Cocktail. He provided thexxxxx

spice a lot of them didn't know they were looking for, and the
mission invites and promotions rolled in as his popularity grew.

xxxAfter working for three years as a simple advisor/on-call
specialist, he went on a mission that left a horrifying scar on his rep-
utation. He was always the one who took risks, and the habit was
hard to break since they only ever seemed to pay off, but this time,
taking the risk was a mistake-- it seemed his lucky streak had run
out. It was a simple mission of resealing server wires in the small win-
dow of time they had before the liquid coolant filled the space they
were in. Long, painful, well-circulated story short: he got a crew
member killed and nearly died himself.

xxxLots of yelling and exception-making later, he was given an
assignment he'd never imagined himself having. His history with drugs
and his daredevil style of operation had always kept him from ever
becoming an actual captain, but now he was to become the next best
thing-- first mate to Captain Gordon.