#(ooc: college is kicking my butt)

[the-king-official]

I’ve been very tired lately… oooooh, ooooooooh… Powering a time-freezing curse takes lots of energy, you see… ooooooh… I apologize for leaving so many asks unanswered. I’m afraid… it may be a while longer yet…

[au-ra-babygirl]

I officially completed A Realm Reborn the other day!! 🎉🎉🎉

I may have some potential ideas for more Sholi adventures, so stay tuned for more!

[eyeknowmayhem]

// Logs in. I am completely Covered in blood. (Remembered my password) Etc

[asknessnfam]

OOC Post: Slight Hiatus

Hey yall ik it’s been a while since I posted but the thing is, things have gotten a bit busy for me. College has been kicking my butt. It’s hard to sit down and answer the questions

My plan is to try to answer the questions that are in the inbox. Once the semester is over, questions will be open again.

You might see a few doodles and comics, but that’ll be it for a while

I’m so sorry for the inconvenience or any disappointment.

Hope yall take care! See yall soon!

[thereelcodfather-rp]

@rivendellheir-rpblog , we’re here! I’ve got food and healing potions if you need any! Corvus is with me too!

[feliness]

like for a starter, maybe ???

[ncmekian-blog]

me - * has so much to do this weekend while being sick at the same time *

also me - LET’S TRY && DRAW FINAL FORM FRIEZA ALL WEEKEND 

[ask-speedygravitysmash]

hi! this is kinda personal so you don't have to answer, but i was wondering how you figured out you were aro? i thought i was bi and i've had a girlfriend for under a week but i just saw her in person for the first time since it happened and i am IN A PANIC and not sure how i feel about her and realizing i've never been able to tell the difference between romance and not and may possibly be aro but i can't TELL. anyway. i'm sorry, this is long and overly personal, but any advice?

[[ Oh jeez, I’m not sure if I can properly answer this, but I’ll try!

Okay, so… I basically found out I was ace when I did some research over sexualities (because I was creating OCs at the time and I wanted to learn about the sexuality spectrum). I happened to stumble upon the term aromantic, and I remember thinking how that was the only thing that I found that matched my orientation. I know stuff like that takes time for people take in, but for me I just had a brief epiphany about the fact that term “aromantic” exists and I quickly accepted it. The only reason it was easy for me to identify with it is for the fact that I never felt any soft of attraction towards anybody. I never experienced that gravitational pull towards a certain someone. That stuff didn’t happen for me. And I legitimately can’t imagine myself being romantic with someone. I just can’t. Plus, the signs grew more apparent as I grew older since the people around me would talk about trying to go after their crush or something along those lines. Sometimes it would bother me because it seemed like the only topic that seemed “important”, in a way.. (I don’t know how to explain it)? Like why can’t we talk about things other than romance, love, and stuff like that. I just never understood the importance of those things. I know for a lot of people, finding that one significant other is something they want to do, and I get it. But for me, it was never a concern. At some point, I couldn’t help but feel quite secluded knowing that I was seemingly the only one that had this phenomenon where I can’t feel attraction towards anyone. The fact that this “phenomenon” was never widely known in the world didn’t make it better. So when you go and tell others in real life that you aren’t attracted to people at all and/or don’t want to look for a relationship ever, you tend to get looks from them. But it’s not their fault I guess. Society tends to put emphasis on romance/relationships in subtle ways really. I don’t know if it’s true though; that’s just the way I see it. It’s whatever I guess; I don’t mind it. But then I finally discovered the term “aromantic”, and I finally found that validation that this “phenomenon” I had is normal too! It’s just not that common! I felt okay ever since then, so… yeah!Okay, enough about me. I’ll try to speak some advice about your case, but I can’t guarantee that it’ll help//Alrighty, it looks like you’re a bit confused about your relationship with your girlfriend. I don’t blame you if you feel that way. Stuff like that is a totally new experience, and it can be hard to navigate through a journey like that. Honestly, I cannot have a say in what romance should feel like because I do not have any experience to vouch for it. It’s different for everybody too. But I think I do have a grasp on what a platonic version of it is. It can come if the form of having this swell of affection towards a person because you want to make them happy and/or care for them, but not in a way where you have to do lovey dovey stuff in order to do that. It can be simple things like going out somewhere, having lunch with each other, doing simple gestures that makes the other person smile, getting into their interests, etc… things like that! I’m not quite sure if you know about this, but there is such a thing called a “squish” which is the platonic version of a crush. (Here’s a definition if you need it.) And alongside that, it’s totally possible to be in a platonic relationship! So if you’re unsure about being romantic, being platonic is a-okay! But if anything, I think you should take things slow with your girlfriend. There’s nothing wrong with experimenting what your boundaries are. It’s pretty much one of the only ways you can find out if you happen to be bi or aro. You have to give yourself a bit of time to experience things. Knowing that you’re romantic or not doesn’t happen in an instant. And that’s okay! I’d recommend talking to your girlfriend about this so that she can help you out with this and understand your situation. If you don’t address this with her, it will be a little tougher for you, so speak up to her about it when you get the chance.But yeah..! That’s all I have to say for the matter. I hope things go well for you! :D ]]

[amanogaawa]

Matilda and Emile are available. But there Bio, status, and verse remains WIP. 

[ask-a-simple-hero]

Ooc ask but I’m loving your blog! (I’m really looking forward to the pure pain that will be felt by our hero when he’s forced to sacrifice his dear friend. Poor guy probably doesn’t know he’ll respawn later... Or will he?

I have a bunch of stuff planned out already and let me tell you it is a mess. it’s gonna be great >:)

Also hi i’m still alive im just doing Grown Up College Stuff at the moment and it’s kicking my ass so we will be back to our regularly scheduled programming as soon as i feel like my butt is being kicked slightly less. >wO

- Mod Bee

[nero-spardas]

study break - leon kennedy.

title: study break.

pairing: leon kennedy x reader.

word count: 2,491

warnings: explicit smut (oral sex), cursing.

summary: leon visits you at the library during exam season and thinks you need a break from studying. you decide to play along.

a/n: this takes place in a college setting! this is kind of an au/pre-raccoon city, so take it as you want! honestly this is also just pure trash and probably a bit ooc but whatever, lmao. you can also find this on my ao3! 

Exam season always takes a toll on you. This is common knowledge among your friend group and often the butt of jokes during April and May. They make jokes about your hyperness from the copious amounts of coffee you'd drank, they make jokes about the bags that rest under your eyes from too many all-nighters; the list could go on for eternity. In the early stage of exam season, you can handle the jokes and dish it back. In the later stage, that’s a different story.

In the later stage, they know you always have your head crammed into textbook after textbook. They also don’t become surprised when you stop showing up to hang out with them. They all know you live in the campus’ library until the end of May, and they don’t expect anything else. If you weren’t spending all your time there, they would probably begin questioning if something was wrong. Gradually, they all eventually come to visit, but they also know you like to be alone. Distractions are the last thing you need, they all know that.

Your eyes gazed down at the Economic textbook in front of you, your index finger running itself under each word as you read. You’re focused and actually soaking in the material. Of course, it’s just your luck that it’s short-lived.

A pair of muscular arms snake themselves around your chest from behind you, the warm breath of someone hitting the back of your right ear. You already know who it is before the familiar voice enters both ears. “Figured I would find you here.”

Leon Kennedy, your best friend from high school. The day you both found out you had been accepted to the same college, it was the best day of your lives. During exam season, it becomes the worst day of your life. 

“You know I’m busy.” Your tone is stern, eyes not daring to lift themselves up from your textbook.

Leon removes his arms from your torso before resting his hands on your shoulders. “I thought you could use some company. I needed to get away from Chris and Claire, too. They’re starting to drive me a bit crazy.” 

“Yeah? You’re already driving me crazy.” You finally turn your head over your shoulder, becoming face to face with him. The frown across your lips must speak heavily because Leon furrows his eyebrows immediately after.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t realize I was actually going to end up bothering you –”

“No, it’s not you,” you cut him off mid-sentence, sighing. “I’m just on edge. I’ve been studying all day and I feel like I haven’t made any progress, you know?”

Leon nods once, removing his hands from your shoulders. He moves towards the table you’re working at before sitting on the edge of it, arms crossing themselves over his chest. “You should probably take a break.”

You stifle a laugh. A loud one. “A break? You think I haven’t taken one?” Annoyance laces itself in your stony tone, your gaze directly meeting his. The words were harsher than you originally intended. 

“Doesn’t look like it. I know you’re still wearing the same makeup you had on from yesterday.” He shoots back, gesturing towards your face. You don’t even need to look in a mirror, you know what he means. You can feel the dried streaks of mascara resting under your eyes, black specks most likely resting on your cheeks. 

With a deep sigh, you shrug at his words. “I’ve been a little busy.”

“Obviously, which is why you need a break.” He reiterates, his head cocking itself to the side.

“That’s really funny coming from the guy who’s thinking of dropping out.” You snort, watching as Leon’s facial expression drops. It becomes too displeased, even for your liking. You knew Leon had been thinking about dropping out; the idea of joining the Raccoon City Police Department had been floating around in his head for months, practically ever since you both arrived here. He had even looked into the police academy, how long it would training would take, all the crucial factors – that meant he was serious about it.

Leon’s mouth opened as if he was ready to retaliate to your words, only to close it shortly after. He stood up from the table and nodded at you, his facial expression not fading. “Nice one, Y/N. Real nice.” He dragged his final sentence, ire dancing behind his words. He began moving away, his eyes set on the library doors.

“Oh, Leon,” you reached out and grabbed his forearm, making him halt in his place beside your chair. “You know I was only joking. I didn’t actually mean anything by it, I swear.” Your opposite hand is raised upwards in the form of surrender, offering a small apologetic smile. 

His eyes rolled, his piercing icy gaze meeting yours. You could swear you felt light shivers being sent down the back of your spine, a sense of heat filling up between your thighs. When he had that look, it made your knees feel weak. It was a rare facial expression, but it spoke levels. “Are you taking a break or not?”

Leaning back in your seat again, you groaned. You glanced around the library, thinking of your options. Before you knew it, you felt a pair of lips planting themselves on the side of your neck, moving upwards towards your jaw slowly. They were soft and gentle, almost tempting yourself to turn your head slightly so they had easier access. Your breathing hitched for a moment, a gulp following. You have to be fucking kidding me.

“Shit – uh, fuck, what are you doing?” You stammered as your eyebrows shot up. 

Leon’s lips smirked against your skin, murmuring into your neck. “Take a break, Y/N. Come on.”

You knew exactly what he was insinuating and the offer was tempting. Really tempting. You knew Leon was experienced, it was another ongoing joke between your mutual friends; the number of times he had kicked Chris out of their dorm and left him sleeping in the hallway. (It had also been vice versa many times; that was beside the point.) But how would you and your best friend be able to bounce back from this? 

Your teeth bit down on the inside of your cheek lightly, an attempt of keeping your composure cool. Eyes scanning over the library, you take note of your surroundings. The librarians were all occupied on their computers, not bothering to pay attention to either of you. Besides the librarians, it was fairly empty – students were scattered about, but not enough to fill the entire library.

Before you could even argue with yourself, your legs had pushed themselves up from the chair and you grabbed Leon’s hand, practically yanking him to the darkest corner of the library – the fiction section. Spinning around, you came face to face with him for a moment. His expression had gone from smug to one of a disquiet puppy. He looked adorable, like the same Leon you had met on your first day of high school, and it made your core jolt with even more heat. You didn’t dare waste any more time, though. 

Your lips slammed themselves against his, kissing him desperately as you push him against one of the bookshelves. There’s an intenseness hidden behind it and for a moment, you’re intoxicated in it. You needed this and by the way he tightly gripped your hips, you could tell he needed this too. The thought of his hips being so close to yours makes your knees feel weak and you’re glad he swerved an arm around your waist at that very second, almost as if he could read your mind. Your left arm curves itself around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you deepen the kiss, the other allowing your fingers to tug lightly on his dirty blonde hair. The moment you do, he moans into your mouth, a sign to keep doing it. 

Leon breaks the kiss for a second, gathering his breath and you do the same. His fingers come up to cup your cheeks, a look of desire across his features. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” His voice was soft, similar to velvet and it makes you want to melt right there. 

You answer by pressing your lips against his again, barely suppressing a moan that threatens to depart from your throat. Before you knew it, both of his arms had snaked under you and picked you up, your legs wrapping themselves around him as your hands cupped themselves around his face. You kept the kiss going until he laid you across one of the four empty tables, his eyes gazing over you. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip and you stifle a moan at the sight, your core throbbing at the sight. 

“If we do this, we have to stay quiet.” He whispers and you immediately nod your head. 

“Keep my clothes on too. If someone comes back here, at least I’ll have some pride left.” You mumble, earning a quiet chuckle from Leon. A soft smile forms across his features before he moves over you, his forearm resting against the table before leaning down for a kiss. Your arms wrap themselves around his neck and your tongues battle for dominance. His hands run themselves up and down your thighs before his right-hand slips into the waistband of your jeans, wandering under your panties. You gasp at the contact, his index finger tracing over your labia. Your legs spread wider, giving him more room and he slips the first inch of his finger in. 

“Oh god - fuck,” you whimper against his mouth. He chuckles against your lips, the smile never fading before he pulls away. His eyes are trained on you and by the way you’re becoming undone, he knows he has you exactly where he wants. 

His finger pulls out slowly, letting you revel in the moment before he pumps inward again, adding his middle finger into the mix. His fingers curl against the right spot and you give in, a loud moan escaping from your mouth as your back arches. As soon as you realize what you’ve done, you press a hand against your mouth to stifle any other loud embarrassing sounds. You know he’s never going to let you live this down and he’ll make sure to add the fact if you two get caught because you moaned too loud. You don’t want that, even if he probably does. 

Your eyes stare up at the ceiling, his fingers continuing to pump in and out. You can feel your walls tightening around his fingers, your nerves about to burst – 

His fingers pull out completely, a smug smirk placed across his face as he licks his them menacingly. Your gaze meets his, your lips agape as he hovers over you. “You taste amazing, you know.” 

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” You hiss, your hand remaining clasped around your mouth. The fire in your eyes must have been evident because Leon’s stifling back his own laughter at your words. 

“Do you trust me, Y/N?” He questions, standing up from his position on the table. He stands across from you, his gaze practically staring a hole into you. 

Groaning into your hand, you nod your head once at him. The nod was enough for him; Leon makes quick work of your jeans and underwear, tugging them down in a swift motion. He leaves them resting at your ankles, just enough room for him to continue his work on you and so you can pull them up, need be if you’re caught. His large hands grip themselves at your hips, pulling your body down closer to him before his lips begin planting chaste kisses to your inner thighs. Your eyes shut at the sensation, your hand reaching down to his head. Slender digits intertwine themselves in Leon’s hair again, tugging on the strands as he makes his way closer to your core. 

A quick blow on your clit makes you tug even harder on Leon’s hair, a groan leaving his lips before his tongue draws a stripe up your folds. It’s firm and gentle, lapping up and down as you whisper his name into your hand. The tugging on his hair encourages him to go faster, his tongue circling around your clit. He doesn’t dare meet it, leaving you craving for me. You remove your hand from your mouth, your loud breathing filling the corner. Leon’s chuckles add vibrations to your core and you could have come undone right then and there. He must’ve been looking at your face because he finally let the tip of his tongue run over your clit. 

The contact made your squeal, your hips bucking into his face as you tried to connect his tongue to the spot again. He placed a hand on your abdomen, keeping you from moving before dipping his head upwards. He placed his index finger to his mouth, shushing. Your eyes rolled at his gesture, your right hand returning to your mouth as he returned to your folds. 

He made quick work of sucking on your clit, his teeth caressing the bead as you moaned into your mouth. You were on the edge when he lapped his tongue over it for the final time, his name being screamed into your hand as you came undone. Your left hand tugged at his head, encouraging him to continue as your orgasm peaked. 

He continued lapping at your folds, the peak of your orgasm finally fading after what seemed like an eternity. His head lifted up from your thighs and he licked his bottom lip, gathering whatever slick was left. “Enjoy your break?” He asked, his tone filled with lust. He watched as your chest heaved up and down, panting filling the dark corner. You nodded your head as you tried to gather your breath, sitting up on the table.

“Probably the best break I’ve had.” You laughed, offering a small smile. Your E/C eyes stared at him for a few moments before your brows furrowed. “Was this like – a one-time thing?” Your question comes out softer than you anticipated, your gaze faltering to your lap. 

Leon scratched at the back of his neck, his gaze remaining on you. “Do you want it to be a one-time thing? Because, I mean, I got more ideas for breaks — one involving me actually getting to be inside you.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, standing up from the table. You pull your underwear and jeans up, feeling the leftover slick settling against your thighs. You needed a shower. “I think I can fit that break into my schedule.” You quipped, eyebrows raising. 

A smile curved across Leon’s face before he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “I’ll make sure to kick Chris out before you come over.” 

[tfcrp]

THE FOXHOLE COURT: FEBRUARY 11-FEBRUARY 17

ONLINE:

“The Palmetto State Foxes are heading back to California to play the UCLA Bruins, in what will be the last game of the first round of the Championships for both teams.”

“With one win each under their belts, the Foxes and the Bruins are both playing for their lives: the winner will move on to the Championships’ first set of death matches, while the loser will almost certainly be eliminated—unless two other teams in the evens bracket end up with an even worse record.” 

“Who’s favored to win? Prior to the Foxes’ disastrous turn against the Breckenridge Jackals, they appeared to be on an upswing. However, the Foxes earned themselves a whopping three red cards in that 5-3 loss, meaning that they’re heading into this do-or-die game down dealers Sasha Hart-Ashby and Raphael Peruggia, as well as backliner Beretta Lepore.” 

“The Bruins, on the other hand, are coming off of a decisive 4-1 win against the UC Davis Aggies. Are they peaking at just the right time, or can the Foxes prove that their apparent return to form against the Jackals was just one stumble in a much longer Championships story? We’ll find out on Friday night.”

“ELSEWHERE IN CLASS I: With the odds bracket idle this week, all eyes are on the teams in the evens bracket, and on these last few games to determine who will be moving on to the death matches. Among the teams still one win away are the Penn State Lions, who first fell from their previous spot atop the Northeastern District, and now are on the brink of falling out of the Championships entirely.”

- COLLEGE EXY ONLINE, “CHAMPIONSHIPS PREVIEW: FOXES vs. BRUINS”

“We ask this question about once a day, but it continues to be relevant: what crawled up this Fox’s ass? Now we don’t want to seem like we care about this school’s stickball team more than its own players do, but it seems like it might not be the best time to be throwing a temper tantrum—and, from what we hear, his coach agrees. Watch out little Fox, it looks like you’re on thin ice.”

- FOXWATCH, YOUR SOURCE FOR GOSSIP AT PALMETTO STATE UNIVERSITY

ON CAMPUS:

With such an important game looming on the horizon, it isn’t the time to go all-out for Valentine’s Day. But, not to be deterred, the Vixens make a compromise: there will be a party on Saturday night after the Foxes return—win or lose, no exceptions. Until then, Alanna is organizing anonymous candygrams between the Foxes and the Vixens, to be delivered before they leave for California.

On Friday, February 15, a month after the Foxes first went to California to kick off the Championships, they’re doing it again. They gather early in the morning at the Foxhole Court and then make their way to Upstate Regional Airport. It’s another long travel day: eight hours total, including a layover in Dallas, before they land in Los Angeles, gather up their gear, and fight their way through traffic to make it to their hotel.

This time, the Foxes are getting an earlier start: first serve is at 5PM, better for the crowds tuning in back on the East Coast, leaving the Foxes with less time to adjust prior to heading to the Bruins’ court—and to the game that will decide whether or not they’re moving on, or ending their season early.

(OOC information related to the game (and to Valentine’s Day!) under the cut)

If you would like to participate in some anonymous Valentine’s Day action, all you have to do is:

Send the main an ask with the message you want to send and who you want to send it to (ex: To Leo: I like ur butt) and I’ll take it from there!

Valentines will be posted anonymously throughout the update, but unlike Secret Santa, there won’t be any reveals—so everyone gets to keep their secrets if they want to!

If you have any questions, please feel free to send them my way! 

The results of the game against the Bruins will be posted on Friday night and, in order to put it together, there are a few things I need from you:

Due to the size of the roster, there is a chance that not every player will get to play in every game, so if you want your character not to play in the game (for reasons that could be related to being late to practice, poor performance in practice, mouthing off to Wymack/Grant/Claudia, or any other reason you can think of!) please let me know. With the current size of our roster and red cards from last game, I don’t need anyone to sit out this game! 

If there’s anything exceptional you want to take place during the game (fights, red cards, injuries, exceptionally poor play, etc.) please let me know, and I’ll do my best to work it in. This will work on a first-come-first-serve basis, if the game is getting too packed with details, you might have to wait for the next one;

After each game, two players will be selected to answer questions from the press. If you want to volunteer your character for press duty, please message me! This will also be on a first-come-first-serve basis. And if you volunteer for press duty, please only do so if you expect to be able to play out the thread with your partner in a timely fashion. And remember, we’re now at a reset! If you’ve done press duty before Championships, feel free to volunteer again, though priority will go to people who have not yet had the opportunity.

Remember, you only have to reach out to me if there’s something very specific you want me to work in!

And, as always, I welcome any feedback!

[acuppellarp]

Welcome (again) to A Cup-pella, Kai! We’re excited to have you and Ellie Gilbert in the game! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours. 

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Kai + She/Her Age: 25 Timezone: EST Ships: Ellie/Chemistry Anti-Ships: Ellie/Forced

IC INFO

Full Name: Eleanor Gilbert Face Claim: Liz Gillies Age/Birthday: 26 / June 8, 1992 Occupation: Actress, artist, member of Pamela Lansbury Personality: dedicated, spontaneous, fearless, flirtatious, cocky Hometown: Minneapolis, Minnesota Bio: Eleanor (Ellie) Gilbert was brought into the world on an immensely hot summer night. It was something that would fuel many jokes within her family, stating that the summer heat was what fueled their beloved daughter’s personality. Ellie was always known as a little girl with a big personality. She would wink instead of say thank you, roll her eyes whenever asked simple things such as how old she was, and not have any time in the world for little kids that were far less developed than her. Her parents had their hands full, but they would never give her up for anything.

Once Ellie began to get older and older, her life started getting more and more complicated. Her parents were passionate about Jesus Christ. More passionate about the invisible man than Ellie ever could be, especially since day in and day out, the “Bible” stressed a specific hate against everything Ellie was: a lesbian. She never came out to her parents whenever she was living under their house, knowing that she would be promptly kicked out into the wild Minnesota atmosphere. Instead, she concealed everything about herself. She found herself diving into the performing arts, knowing that was the only thing that was going to make herself happy if she couldn’t be herself. Ellie took high school theatre by storm, always getting the main parts of plays and performances. She was happy on stage.

Once she graduated high school, she kissed her parents goodbye and went where she knew she would always be accepted: New York City. The city that never sleeps was going to become her new playground. While she would do anything to get her chance on Broadway, the older she got, the more she realized that wasn’t something that was going to happen for her. However, with news of bands popping up, she decided to give herself a chance with Pamela Lansbury. It was her first step into making sure everything was set for her. While she was able to be herself, completely, she was still harboring the secret of her sexuality from her parents.

While she did not have any plans for college in the works, Ellie found herself taking acting classes as much as she was able to. She was pursing her singing career within the confines of Pamela Lansbury, but she ached to give more of herself to the industry. She landed a couple of jobs, but they were not as impressive as her landing a starring role in a popular television show. However, it was through a phone call with her parents that they had learned of her sexuality, promptly ending their parentship with their daughter. She struggles with the loss of her parent’s relationship rarely, but sometimes she gets down about the fact that her parents could not even love her for being happy and herself. Pets: N/A Relationships:

Mercedes Jones & Jessi St. James - Their apartment is known among their friends as Glam Central, and for good reason. All three girls are fabulous, with bigger-than-life personalities and dreams of stardom. Their egos clash from time to time, but their main goals are different enough that they rarely if ever are each other’s competition, so they can focus on cheering each other on and enjoying sharing a space with people who know what it’s like to be a star on the rise. Jessi and Ellie have their band rivalry to spice up any boring morning over breakfast, but deep down they both know they’re friends above all else.

Rachel Berry, Dani Harper, Santana Lopez, & Kate Hummel - The other four fifths of Pamela Lansbury. She loves them all, even if they don’t always see eye to eye. Dani is one of her favorite people in the entire world, and her soul sister from another mister. Santana and Rachel are a challenge, but in a good way. She likes them, and she finds their ego outbursts endearing in their own way. And Kate is Kate. Even after telling one another that they could not date for the sake of the band, they dove into a relationship. They had a good run of things, but after a handful of months, Ellie ended things with Kate. While a hint of awkwardness can plague the pair, they try hard not to let it mess with the band. Pamela Lansbury comes before anything else.

Blair Anderson - While Ellie and Blair used to detest one another, their relationship has blossomed through a lot of different stages. First, there was the mutual hatred that lied within the realms of their feelings for Kate. Then, a friendship blossomed between the two, only to be squashed once Ellie and Kate began their run of trying a relationship. However, as of lately, things have been more complicated. The two wouldn’t call one another their closest of friends, but with the strange air of mutual feelings in the air, it’s hard to tell what phase their relationship will turn to next.

Nicola de Rocha - Either a person loves their next door neighbor, or they absolutely despise them. For Ellie, her opinions on Nicola change on the daily. While she would call Nicola one of her best friends, that doesn’t stop her feelings from fluctuating, or stop her from being the biggest pain in the butt that Nicola has ever had to deal with. She has a tendency of getting in her feelings and showing up at Nicola’s door late at night, but the girl always lets her in.

EXTRA INFO

STARCHILD ☆ / elliegilly /description: if lost, please return to the stage.

Five latest tweets:

@elliegilly: the big dick energy that AOC has is my inspiration for 2019 @elliegilly: white men are cancelled @elliegilly: im only saying it one more time: @nicoladerocha there is a strict no dogs rule in this apartment building @elliegilly: i just karaoked Celine and I think God himself clapped. @elliegilly: Never let your one night stand leave with an empty stomach <3

[northofsomewhererp]

Your Name, Age (17+), & Timezone: Natasha, 24, EST

Your Birthday: 12/19/93

Calliope Rowena Grimshaw turned 27 years old on January 14. She a Food and Beverage Manager in Greensville. Her face claim is Jessica Parker Kennedy.

Admin Note: Hi Natasha, welcome to NOS! All you need to do now is send in Calliope’s account, and we can get your follow link posted (we’ll also get you a link to the OOC). If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out, we’re here to help! We look forward to RPing with you!! - Admin Tash

Bio: Calliope was born to a Swedish divorcee who was in the middle of a whirlwind romance with a new man. They were married before Calliope could even sit up and her brother was born that December. Growing up with brown skin among her very Nordic family with parents who seemed to actively distance themselves from her led her astray. She met disaster (James) when she was nine and by the time she was twelve, there was no going back. Her teenage years were spent on drugs, prostitution and misery. The worst day (at least, it seemed like it at that point), was when he kicked her out, unwilling to raise a child. She was nineteen, then. She went back to her parents for support and, after the baby, Diona, was born, was set up in an apartment and she never heard from them again. Things stayed terrible for two years. Diona was born small because of the drugs, Calliope had no friends or family to support her, and she was attacked by a John one night, which pushed her to seek out a job as a cashier. That hardly afforded her enough to keep herself and Diona fed, let alone comfortable, so she went to the only person she could think of, Frankie, an older half-sister she’d stumbled upon seven years ago.

That marked a shift in her life, the moment when everything very slowly began to come together. Her sister gave her a job bartending, the lodger she kept, Ransom, became a babysitter for Diona, and Calliope got to be a normal-ish, if not overly stressed, 22 year old. She started feeling safe enough to make friendships, she excelled at her job and started making recommendations for the menu, and she started to think about James less often. The next year, she went with her sister and her performance troupe on a European tour, playing with the band and providing food until they reached Sweden, where she spent the second leg with a maternal cousin, teaching Diona Swedish and recording some songs. When she was 24, she and Ransom started dating and (accidentally) started a family, which came with more heartbreak and hardship. Milo was born in August of 2017, and they were still working to clean up the mess falling in love caused by the time his first birthday came. The worst of it was over, however, and they’d gotten used to helping each other with their personal messes before they ever dated. Life was more stable than it had been since she was a child. She only hoped it would stay that way.

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“Oh…. Th-that….”

“Y-yes, that,” Frankie repeated, sounding stern, despite her hiccuping. Somehow, she always managed to be intimidating when she needed to be. Calliope didn’t understand it.

“He…. W-we…. I….” Calliope was at a complete loss for words. She probably know that Frankie was going to have something to say to her when she found out that Diona was calling her boyfriend Daddy, but she felt like she’d been blindsided with a punch to the gut nonetheless.

“C-Calliope,” she started authoritatively, “You two have been together for what, a month? And n-now this? Do you really think that’s smart?”

“I… I don’t know. She started calling him that and then he, he told me…. He’s OK with it…. H-he’s happy about it, I think, and…. They love each other, so…. She needs a father,” she murmured, not looking at Frankie. Calliope knew that letting Diona call RJ Daddy was a risk, a big one, but she didn’t want to stop her. Not if it was what they both wanted. What she wanted, as well.

“Lily, did you need a father? Did I?” Frankie asked indignantly. What was she trying to say? That women couldn’t manage on their own? Her mother certainly had, along with millions of other ones. And their father had abandoned the both of them before they were born, without a second thought. How could she want anything to do with him?

“Yes. I did,” Calliope answered forcefully, nodding her head as she did. “My life would’ve been totally different if he stayed. I might have gone to finished high school and gone to college and had a normal job before I was twenty-two and-.”

“And you wouldn’t have had Diona, nor would you have your little brother and sister, or me, or any of your friends, or your cousin. The list goes on and on and on. Would you really want things to be that way?” Why were they even having this discussion? Frankie never thought that, even after everything that went on, Calliope would want to do it all over again so things could’ve been easier. Just because it would’ve been easier didn’t mean she would be happy. She was happy now, wasn’t she?

Calliope looked down to the floor again as she listened to her sister, this time in irritation. “Are you done yet?” she asked pointedly. “I know all that, Frankie. I wouldn’t change anything. Not with the way things are now. But I certainly wouldn’t be sad if things had gone better before now, either. Can you blame me? Really?”

Frankie glared over at Calliope for a moment, but relented finally, and sighed. “No. I guess not.”

“No,” Calliope repeated, “You can’t.” She folded her arms and took a deep breath, trying to calm down a little, as difficult as it was. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that Frankie saw her as slightly incompetent. At least slightly. And no, Cal didn’t have the best self image or the most confidence in her abilities as a mother or an artist or anything, but it hurt her to know that her sister felt that way, even if it was only a tiny bit.

“But you have to admit that I have a point. At least with her natural father, she didn’t even know him, so she was never hurt by him. If RJ goes, she’ll be just as crushed as you. Maybe more so,” Frankie reasoned, softening her tone, trying to diffuse the situation and still get her point across.

“I know that, Frankie,” Calliope she answered, emphatically and exasperatedly. “I know. When he told me, I was terrified. And I still am. I thought about exactly what you’re saying, and I even tried to bring it up to him, but he said that you can’t go into a relationship and expect to it end, and he’s right.” Calliope shook her head as she spoke, seeming to say, ‘Why don’t you get it? How do I make you trust me?’ “I can’t just pretend that I’m not still worried that it’s going to happen someday, and it’ll be my fault, but I’m not going to let it get in the way. Besides, we don’t even know if he’d leave. He could still want to be in Di’s life. …Even if the two of us were on bad terms,” she added, praying to God that that wouldn’t be the case no matter what.

“I…. Fine. You’re right. It’s your life. And his. And her’s.” Frankie shrugged, resigning herself to the fact that Calliope wasn’t going to listen to her.

“It is our life, Frankie. We’re just trying to do what best for us as a… as a kind of family. We’re not talking about marriage or kids or anything. We haven’t even said ‘I love you,’ yet, but… this is what’s working. And I’m happy. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way in my life. And he’s happy, I’m pretty sure, and he makes Diona happy too, which is the most important thing to me. I’m being careful but…. I don’t want to sabotage this either,” she stated, signalling that the discussion was officially over.

“OK, OK. I understand. I will stop butting in where I’m not needed.”

“…I still need you, you donut. But I don’t need you to doubt me anymore, either. Sixteen year old Calliope and twenty-four year old Calliope aren’t the same people.”

Frankie looked over at her sister somewhat incredulously. That was the last thing she’d expected her to say. But maybe she had a point. Maybe she did still see that sixteen year old girl when she looked at her sister. That was kind of how it worked for parents and their kids, right? And when they were younger, Frankie was more of a mother than a big sister to Calliope, giving her the love and nurturing that she desperately needed, helping her to get her life together. “I’ll butt in less… forcefully, then,” she corrected. And finally, for the first time since the conversation took this turn, they smiled at each other, small, somewhat weary smiles that nonetheless showed their mutual understanding of each other. “So, now, I’m taking you home, right? You have to get out of that dress and they’ll be wondering where you are in the morning.”

“No, it’s OK. I want to stay here tonight. I’ll just tell them we decided to spend some time together after work. It’s not totally untrue,” she reasoned, giving a half-shrug. “I’ll send him a text.”

Frankie’s smile became a little brighter with the news that Cal was staying. “That works,” she said simply. “I’m gonna go bed. I have to be at the Shoppe early tomorrow, so.” She went to leave the bedroom, making it all the way to the door but as her hand got to the doorknob, she stopped and turned around. “Lily. …Thank you. For, for before.”

Calliope hesitated before saying, “You’re welcome. …And thank you. For being concerned and everything.”

With one last smile, Frankie bid her sister goodnight and left the room, feeling like the weight of the world was finally off her shoulders.

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➤ OPEN CHARACTER: ANDREW, 18, SLAVE, HUMAN

FULL NAME: Anhur “Andrew” Campbell NICKNAME(S): Andy PRONOUNS: He/Him BIRTHDAY: April 30 AGE: 18 STATUS: Slave MAJOR: Medicine SPECIES: Human SPECIAL POWERS: None SEXUALITY: Bisexual I AM A: Switch I WANT A: Any TURN-ONS: Age play, humiliation, domination, power play, open to most anything TURN-OFFS: Scat, gore, needles, knives, death, choking

➤ BIOGRAPHY

Anhur what a stupid name to name a kid…My name is Andrew or Andy was a near constant shout once he had gotten into school years. Andy loved his family but hated his name not even sure where his name came from. Andy was a fighter always feeling as though he had to fight for attention from his parents and even his twin sister. for twins they were not really that close she was always around mom and dad or their older brother Orion. He just hated that he was always being compared to his siblings.

As they got older he noticed that their parents would leave for a long weekend or maybe dad would take Orion and he had to listen to his sister making up stories about where they went while he was content playing video games. Yet Diana was a dog with a bone hounding on why she was never brought along until she guilted their brother into telling her what they were doing making him laugh when Diana told him where they had been going. To his surprise when his parents got home and set them down it was either the most elaborate joke or well that is what it had to be. When no one started laughing it was his turn to be confused. could vampires and werewolves really exist?

Not long after that started the training in addition to school. Mom, dad, and Orion would take time teaching about different creatures their weaknesses, strengths and generally how to kill them. After that training became more intense and gladly he loved the chances to fight his brother and father learning how to really kick someones butt. This was his life for two years. finally it came time the whole family was going to go on a hunt at a cabin. Apparently it was the same as their older brother went on on their first hunt. the first day was a boys day where Andy, Orion, and dad tracked a deer for a little while before going fishing which was boring but could have been worse. Then worse happened as they were heading back to the cabin. Something came out of nowhere tossing dad hard against a tree and a wolf but huge tackled Orion to the ground and Andy was lifted and pushed against a tree as if could it have been magic? more people and creatures came into the clearing and he saw his father and Orion trying to fight it looked like Orion hurt one and his father might have killed one but that was all he heard a bone crack. He tried to watch but he could not turn his head to see what was happening. The next sounds would change him forever the sounds of his father dying which it had to be. He wanted to fight to see his father and brother, but everything went dark. It was well past noon the next day when he heard crying and he learned it had not been some nightmare.

Andy tried to be strong both physically and emotionally getting into sports as he was no longer allowed to train as a hunter it was the only way that he could work hard and not raise suspicion as they always had to be under the thought that they were being watched. That they had no idea if their brother was alive or dead. the more time passed his sorrow turned to anger especially towards his brother that he would just leave. How did they even know it was not his idea that maybe he just left making up a story that was why he was leaving and their watchers used that to torture his mother and sister. Hell Orion was no saint like Diana talked about him. Emotionally strong that was more Diana’s department Andy tended to have a bit of a short fuse getting into some fights more than he should.

It was time for college or getting close and that became hard. To look at schools and the worst part it was unlikely that he would get to go. They had been trapped in their house besides school and moving about town, but any trip outside could always feel eyes on him or even someone at one of his games he would see their eyes if they patted their shoulder after a win. he had to miss the fall semester which sucked but continued classes hoping maybe he would get another chance sometime. then when he got his letter at Christmas he hardly waited a second before calling the number and told he had received a grant and felt a little guilty figuring that Diana would have to pay or well their mother pay for her education and to be alone, but well after what happened to their father what is the worst that could happen.

➤ PERSONALITY

✚ Strong, clever, hard working ▬ Overly confident, rageful, never lets things go

➤ ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

Orion Campbell

Diana Campbell

➤ FACE CLAIM & OOC INFO

Andrew’s faceclaim is Robbie Amell. // Could Andrew be right for you?

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