#Congrats again groff

[ramenwithgyoza]

Listening to merrily we roll along for the first time to finally hear groff and oh my god hes straight again 😭😭

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Congrats Lane on your audition for Jesse St. James! Please check out this page for what to do next and send us his blog within 48 hours! Welcome to the group!

OOC Information:

Name/Alias: Lane Preferred Pronoun: She/Her Age: 31 Timezone: EST RP Experience: Years! I’ve been in several D/s RPs in the past (Paradise Pleasure Cove, Cavendish Academy, probably some others I can’t remember now~), and I was the admin of stbrendansacademy before I had to step down due to time constraints. This kind of roleplay is very much my preferred niche. :) Activity Level: Most active on weekdays. Weekends are tougher for me because family. But I’d say a solid 7/10, generally speaking.

IC Information:

Name: Jesse St. James Designation: Switch Age: 21 Faceclaim: Jonathan Groff Birthday: December 21 Orientation: Bisexual

Bio: 

Jesse never knew how he felt about his parents. Yeah, it was cool that they were gay and definitely cool that they were famous, because it put Jesse in the lime light as well. Paparazzi were always following them around and Jesse loved soaking up the attention. It got difficult, however, when he watched his parents fight a system they were never going to win against, and see what all of the opposers said about them. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Jesse cared way too much about what others thought of him. He longed for everyone to think he was amazing and wonderful and he would do anything to be at the top of whatever career he chooses - whenever it was that he did that. He strived to be the best at everything he did and would often do whatever it took to get what he wanted. Sometimes, it makes them come off as arrogant, though he doesn’t let anyone see how vulnerable he truly feels.

Bio Questions:

What is your biggest fear and why?

Being underappreciated, frankly. It’s been.. difficult so far, in my life, to stick out and get the recognition I deserve from people. I mean, have you seen my parents? There’s no chance of getting noticed when they’re around. They’ve always got to be the center of everything and the ones talking the loudest, being the most in the spotlight.. It gets really grating after a while. I would say that the best part about being at the institute so far has just been finally getting out from under their shadow. It’s going to be so much easier for me now.

What 3 objects/places mean the most to you and why?

When I was younger, I really wasn’t into sports (which was fine with my family), but I got extremely into tap. Why are you laughing? Tap dance is very manly. It was the first time I got to be on stage. I’ve still got my first pair of tap shoes. Size six. They’re very worn out. I’m thinking I might have them cast in metal or ceramic and auction them off some day when I’m more well known. The second thing is a little clay figure of the comedy and drama masks I made in school when I was about five. I always knew I was destined for the entertainment industry, even way back then. It’s just my calling. Finally, I’ve got a DVD of my first dance recital. Again, totally auction material in the future. It’s amazing. I was so good for a three year-old. A prodigy, you might say.

Who is the one person you’d most like to meet (dead or alive)?

Julie Andrews. I worship her. I would literally kill someone to meet Julie Andrews, alright? Stop judging me. She’s the queen of Broadway. And pretty much everything else she’s ever done. That’s exactly the kind of success I’m going to have, so you might say she’s been a role model for me.

What is the one moment you would describe as your happiest/most excited?

Getting to go away to school, honestly. My sisters are still here, so I still have to put up with them, but at least I’m away from my dads and their.. ridiculous political stuff. It was always such a downer.

[princess-of-the-worlds]

Hi Nik!!! Congrats on 300 followers! So a series I highly recommend is the Mara Dyer trilogy. It's an insane series, but excellent. May I have a name playlist, please?

thanks Heidi! funny story, i meant to read the first book. i checked it out from my library a few months ago but then i had exams and forgot to renew it so i had to return it…i’ll try again.

here you go:

high - sivik 

east of eden - zella day

i know him - jonathan groff

dark paradise - lana del rey 

i walk the line - halsey

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Naughty Girl

Prompt: Despite Groff’s insistence, you did not have a crush on Pippa and she definitely didn’t have a crush on you.

Warning: Femslash and just a bit of teasing, but other than that… It’s innocent ;)

A/N: Day 2 of the @hamwriters write-a-thon. Another first for me since I have never written for Pippa or femslash. Cheers, hope you guys enjoy.

“Y/N, will you help me?��

Pippa’s soft voice calling your name made you jolt up from your seat on the floor where you were doing your routine stretches before the show. “Y-Yes, what can I help you with?” you stammer, your gaze flickering to her shapely legs.

She was sitting on the ground, legs stretched out to a ‘v’ shape, and when she reached out to you, you realize what she needed help with. You plop down to the ground, mimicking her pose, and for good measure, wipe your sweaty palms along your leggings before grabbing her hands. You pull her towards you, gulping when you see her muscles flex and relax.

After a few reps of stretching, she gives you a sweet smile that puts a goofy grin on your face.

“Thank you, Y/N. You don’t need it, but break a leg tonight!” she calls over her shoulder as she exited the room.

You sigh, watching her lithe form. From the corner of your eye, you see Groff saunter next to you.

“Shut up,” you grumble as he helps you up to your feet.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he hums.

You roll your eyes. “I know you too well to know what you’re thinking.”

No matter how much you tried to persuade Groff that you simply admired the talented Pippa and was constantly impressed by her kindness, he was convinced that your feelings for her were beyond platonic. As a matter-of-fact, he had a theory that she didn’t have innocent feelings towards you either.

Ever since you joined the ensemble as the new “Bullet” you were swept up in the chaotic world of the entertainment business. You somehow managed to balance performing every day of the week, meeting fans you didn’t know you have, and squeezing in smaller gigs for extra pocket money. Luckily, Groff offered you a temporary place to stay until you had your bearings together. As a struggling dancer in New York, you never had time to date, especially now when your career was only beginning.

The more pressing issue was that you’ve never dated a woman, either. You were an open-minded person, love is love, after all, but having feelings for a woman was new territory for you. It was different, scary, but above all, exciting.

You run a hand down your face at your thoughts. But it’s not like you liked Pippa. You just thought she was beautiful, caring, kind, and put together - qualities that you admired in a person. She was a great friend.

“Oooh, care to share your thoughts?” Groff teases, “those expressions on your face while you had your little internal monologue seemed like they were juicy.”

“Just be quiet and get ready for the show will you?” you groan, pushing him away from you.

He laughs but decides to let the subject go.

Relieved, you continued to stretch and prepare for the show.

“Want to share a cab with me tonight?” Pippa asks as she exited the stage during intermission.

After the show, a few of the cast and crew were going out for drinks at a bar that recently opened to relieve some of the stress from the week. “You’re coming?” you asked, surprised.

“I don’t know, I kind of want to let loose tonight,” she giggles, biting her bottom lip, “don’t you ever get an urge to do something crazy?”

You glance at her lips, red and lush, heart pounding heavily. You shake your head and look away, focusing on making it to Groff’s dressing room without making a fool of yourself. “I guess,” you reply nonchalantly.

“Perfect! So meet me after the show in my dressing room tonight, alright?” she claps her hands and then squeezes your arm before heading over to Jasmine, who called her over to look at something on her phone.

You inwardly groan, ignoring the lingering warmth of her touch on the spot where she touched you, and deciding to forgo Groff’s dressing room entirely. You made a beeline to the stairs that led for the rooftop, hoping that the fresh air would help soothe your unsettled mind.

Pippa was sin wrapped in leather.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her. Her black leather pants were practically painted on her long legs and the leather corset accentuated her small waist. To top it off, her lips were painted red, a promise of a wild night.

“Ready?” she grins, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the exit. She rolled her eyes and laughed at the catcalls from the staff and crew. “Sorry I took so long; my pants weren’t cooperating. Did everyone go on ahead?”

Your face heats up, hoping she didn’t see your lingering gaze on her hips. “Yeah, Groff said he already has a table covered for us.”

“Perfect,” she smiles, leading you to the yellow cab that waited on the street.

You climb in first, your breath catching when she slides in next to you. Her legs were pressed against yours and she was so close that you could smell her perfume. A tingle went down your spine.

You let out a shaky breath, sending prayers to the skies above that you were going to make it out of this cab alive.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Normal Pippa was an angel.

A real-life angel that listened to your problems, complimented how cute you looked even when you didn’t have make-up on, and gave soup to Groff to give to you when you were stuck at home with a fever.

But tipsy Pippa?

Boy, she was something else.

You give a panicked look over your shoulder at Groff as she dragged you to the dancefloor, but he merely threw his head back and laughed. Before you got lost in the crowd, you swore that he made sure everyone got a good look at the two of you leaving to dance.

Pippa stops and faces you, her face flushed pink and a playful smile on her lips. She grabs your hand and lifts it in the air as she swayed her hips. “Come on, I know you can dance,” she yells, encouraging you to move.

You stay rooted to the spot, blood rushing to your head as you watched her move.

The enticing beat of ‘Naughty Girl’ by Beyoncé rung through the air and her smile turns sultry. She turns, back facing you, and guides your hand so it rests on her exposed hipbone. She grinds against you, the movement so sexy that your hand tightens on her skin.

“Pippa,” you groan when her body brushes against yours again.

She doesn’t seem to hear you and continues to dance. She presses your hand harder against her, while her other hand moved up to cup your neck.

“C’mon Y/N,” she purrs, “let it loose.”

In your mind, you hear something break.

The dam that held back the attraction you felt for Pippa reached its limit. It broke and poured over you in waves, enveloping you, and pushing you to yank her closer to your body. You moved with her, the dance so seductive, so fucking sweet, that you felt your body thrum in pleasure.

“Oh fuck yes,” Pippa swore.

Your hands reached for her hips, helping her move against you, your grip so tight that you thought you’d break her. She didn’t mind, in fact, it encouraged her to be bolder, keeping hands in her hair as she danced erotically against you.

You stare at her, entranced. The creamy expanse of her neck was revealed, begging to be paid attention to. If you just angled your head right…

The feathery touch of your lips against her soft skin made the dam that was already broken crumble into dust.

Not missing a beat, Pippa spins on her heel and tugs you down for a kiss. She tilts your head, tongue searching for yours. You moan against her lips, your body on fire at the contact.

She draws back, chuckling when you lean forward to try to keep the kiss going. “I’ve been waiting for you to finally get the hint that I like you.”

You smile, her confession making you feel warm. “I think I’ve been trying to ignore it the whole time,” you say, “this is just so new and sudden, but fuck, it feels so right.”

A smile slowly spreads across Pippa’s face. “Let’s get out of here and make up for lost time,” she hums, “then we can talk about it.”

You accept her hand and she leads you toward the exit, anticipation burning in your veins.

You closed the door to your apartment as quietly as you could the next morning. It was 8 o’clock, and Groff, a heavy sleeper, usually slept in on Sundays. You wanted to be extra careful with not waking him.

Your knees buckle when you see him sitting on a barstool in the kitchen, facing the entrance of the apartment.

He sees your disheveled hair, clothes that were definitely not yours, and the satisfied glow. He jumps up from his seat, beaming.

“Finally!” he yells, “I knew Pippa, the little spitfire, had something planned in her head of hers when she said she wanted to come out last night!”

You groan, knowing that you weren’t going to hear the end of it.

“Here,” Groff grins, reaching behind him to hand you a homemade cake that read:

CONGRATS, UR GAY!

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you spat, glaring at him.

“Or you could swing both ways, I don’t care. I’ll still love you.”

You let out a hysterical laugh. “You’re insane. I’m moving out.”

“With Pippa? Is it already that serious? Was it that good last night?” he prods, putting the cake back on the counter when you refused to take it.

“Groff,” you whine, laughing as you playfully shoved him away.

“Oh my god, it was that good!” he gasps, “tell me all about it.”

You ignore him and start heading to your room.

“Don’t you dare! I’ve been rooting for you two since I noticed you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her legs the first time she wore a dress to the theater.”

You pause in front of your room. “Three months ago? Two weeks after I started?”

Groff smiles. “Yes,” he answers, “and she may or may not have interrogated me about you once she found out you were living with me. I’m glad it turned out wonderfully. You look happy.”

You give him a soft smile. “I am. We’re going on a date tomorrow night.”

“Should I wait for you to come home? Or are you going to have a repeat performance of last night?”

You slam the door in his face.

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Congrats Tyler on your second character, Emmett St. James! Please send us his blog within 48 hours!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: Tyler Preferred pronoun: He/him Age: 21 Timezone/Country: EST RP Experience: I’m your Rachel ★ Activity Level: You know how I do :)

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Emmett St. James Designation: submissive Age: 21 Faceclaim: Jonathan Groff Birthday: December 21 Orientation: Homosexual Kinks: body worship, age play, open to anything not listed on the anti-kink list! Anti-Kinks: Cutting, bodily fluids other than semen, scat, vore

BIO:

Excellence. If there was one word that described what Emmett St. James constantly and relentlessly strove for, that would be it. The same was true for the rest of his family, of course – but in Emmett’s case, that drive was masked by a uniquely demure composure. Emmett had always been that way. Growing up with two politically boisterous – not to mention famous – parents and two other siblings with excellent merits of their own made it easy for him to retreat behind all of their shadows and sort of take his own path and pursue his own interests out of the public eye. Make no mistake, despite his preference for privacy, Emmett was still a St. James at heart. He was hard on himself and pushed himself to be nothing less than the very best. He was a straight “A” student - the valedictorian upon graduating from high school as well as the captain of the cheerleading squad since his sophomore year – an unprecedented feat in the entire history of the school’s existence. He was well-liked by nearly everyone around him, and while he was a particularly chill individual, he wasn’t shy. He was friendly and compassionate and for a St. James not nearly as abrasive and confrontational as the surname’s reputation had deemed he would be.

Emmett found himself most at home in the gymnasium. On top of being a perfect student, son, friend and the captain of the cheerleading squad among other extracurricular activities, Emmett was a nationally-renowned gymnast. Throughout his childhood, he went around the country performing in and emerging victorious from a wide variety of competitions. According to a multitude of leading coaches in the gymnast circuit, Emmett had the makings of an Olympian. After hearing that, making it to the Olympics and taking home the gold became a sort of all-encompassing goal for Emmett, and it still is. He practices for hours upon hours five days a week, and while some would tire of such a heavy routine, Emmett would practice even longer if he could. There was just something so thrilling and liberating when he was in the air after launching himself into a series of flips. For just a split second he could forget his family’s notoriety and how he would carry the burden of it forever. He could forget the academic and personal pressures he was under to be perfect. All he had to think about was landing the jump and remembering the feeling he got right before he did and how to somehow hold on to that and come back to it the next time he needed to escape.

When he arrived at the institute, he was a bit disappointed when he was marked as a submissive, but that disappointment quickly subsided. It was what everyone expected, after all – his constant vying for perfection and the desire to keep everyone around him proud made sure of that. In a way, Emmett was grateful – submitting, pleasing, obeying – it was something that he had been doing all his life. Not only did he sometimes feel like a slave-of-sorts to school and to the expectations everyone had of him, he was also in-part a slave to himself and the standards he forced himself to meet. Everything else was a challenge, but submitting? Submitting would come easily – naturally, even – so in a way it was nice to have one less thing he’d have to put so much energy into perfecting, since he felt as though he already had.

BIO QUESTIONS:

What is your biggest fear and why?

This is an easy one. My biggest fear would definitely be sustaining any kind of injury that would keep me from competing. It only takes one bad landing to kill a gymnast’s entire career. It’s a risky sport that I’ve signed myself up for, definitely – but I love it too much to give it up. It’s not the pain of the hypothetical injury that terrifies me. It’s the idea that I’d never be able to get myself up on an apparatus again. I just can’t picture my life without it, y’know?

What 3 objects/places mean the most to you and why?

The first medal I ever won at a competition back when I was just a little, little kid is probably my most cherished possession. It’s become a lucky charm of sorts. I keep it in my gym bag and take it with me to every single competition…and then I go on to win just about every single one too, so I think it’s safe to say that it works. The place that probably means the most to me would have to be the gym back home. Not only did I spend time there every day practicing for competitions, I also started going there for cheerleading practice when I joined the squad. I don’t have a whole lot of friends, but the ones I do have, I made through cheerleading – so that place is definitely an important one for those reasons. Lastly, I’d have to say my diploma. I worked my ass off for that thing. I told myself that I wouldn’t settle for less than valedictorian when I started, and I held onto that goal all the way to the end. It was definitely one of my biggest accomplishments, for sure.

Who is the one person you’d most like to meet (dead or alive)?

Mitch Gaylord – hands down. Not only is he so renowned as a gymnast that they names a popular move after him; but he’s also an actor. That combines both my passions and the majority of my family’s into one guy. I’m sure he’d have great advice to give me, so I’d kill to sit down and have a conversation with him.

What is the one moment you would describe as you’re happiest/most excited?

Again, easy. Right after I won gold at a huge national conference in New York, one of the country’s top coaches pulled me aside and told me that she knew in her gut that one day, I’d be in the Olympics. She then offered to coach me personally. Of course, I had to turn it down because I hadn’t started/finished my post-high school education yet, but she made me promise that after I graduated that I go straight to her so that we can get started. On top of winning that competition, being promised an opportunity like that definitely made it the best day of my life. I’ll never forget it.