#I was in uni I refused to spend money on that game and I kept pulling Tenma SSRs I WANTED OMI OR SAKYO 😭

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I hate gacha games thank God A3 is just a visual novel

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When You Love Someone | jean x marco

heyho! today is different because my beloved twitter friend was complaining that all the jeanmarco fics have a hint of er3ri in them and i was just not having that. sidenote: if you ship eren and levi please block me, as i hate that ship with a passion :)

cw: none! i wanted soft content for once

dt: beloved friend i mentioned in the intro

Graduation was coming a little bit too soon for Jean’s tastes. He felt as though that maybe, just a little bit, that he didn’t get his senior experience the way he hoped he would.

Of course, he did have quite the suspension record, but that was an entirely different story. It wasn’t his fault people couldn’t keep their mouths shut.

But, on the other hand, graduation meant a lot to Jean. He was leaving! But also, the people around him were talking about prom, and graduation parties, and senior night. All the things that Jean looked forward to throughout high school. Except, he had an additional problem.

He had fallen in love.

Jean was no coward. In fact, he was quite the opposite. But when it came to people he had some sort of infatuation with, he was like a cornered cat. Though, in this case, he had no reason to be.

Marco was never the type to corner people. This was common knowledge. He was the sweetheart and the valedictorian. Popular? Not so much, but he’s had plenty of instances in which girls were all over him. Jean and Marco were two completely different people. Jean was barely getting a diploma handed to him at the end of May. Girls liked him because he was good looking and quite a delinquent.

However, neither of them had interest in girls. At all.

Jean took a peculiar interest in Marco at first because he was so gullible. It used to be a game to Jean to see how many ridiculous things he could tell the otherwise very bright Marco and get him to believe it. It proved to be easier than Jean thought, but that was only because Marco wasn’t as street wise as Jean, and much preferred books than finding out certain quirks and secrets of people.

Marco played a similar game with Jean as well. Marco fed Jean ridiculous things about math or science or just other interesting facts that proved to be myths. Jean was gullible in his own way, at least Marco thought so.

Jean realized his upsetting infatuation when sitting at lunch with his typical circle.

~

“Look who got here right before I got to the good part of my absolutely amazing story,” Eren chirped, throwing a fry at Jean’s head.

Jean rolled his eyes, sitting down. He watched Mikasa elbow Eren sharply, not looking up from whatever book she was reading. Eren made an over dramatic noise, crossing his arms.

“It’s not that cool of a story, Eren,” the girl muttered, leaning gently against her boyfriend’s arm. Eren shook his head. 

“I think it’s cool.”

“Me doing the bare minimum to keep your ass from falling in the river is not a cool story.”

Jean choked on his sandwich, holding back a laugh. “It still baffles me that you two live together and are dating. Imagine how awkward it would be if you guys broke up.”

Eren shook his head, stealing an apple slice from Armin. The blonde complained, stealing a few of Eren’s fries.

“Hey, I only took one.”

“I don’t care. You always steal my food. If you wanted apple slices, you should’ve bought them.”

Eren ignored Armin, turning to reply to Jean. “I don’t think I’ll need to worry about a break up in a month or so.”

Jean tilted his head. “Care to explain?”

Eren shook his head. “Use your brain, stupid.”

“Who do you think you’re calling stupid?”

“You.”

“If you don’t-”

“Ah! Let’s not do this again, alright?” Armin laughed nervously, tugging Jean’s wrist before Jean could stand up fully.

Jean sat back down, giving Eren a frown. His eyes wandered, landing on a group of people across the room. 

Marco.

Jean had to remember the steps to breathing for a moment, but only after Eren hit him with his water bottle. Jean looked up, slightly startled. 

“When are you gonna stop being a coward?”

“I don’t know what in the world you are talking about.”

Eren rolled his eyes. “You act like a deer in headlights when you see Marco.”

Jean felt his face get hot, and he looked down in his lap. “No I don’t..”

Eren laughed, shaking his head. “Let’s make a bet.”

Jean never refused a bet with Eren because he always took the opportunity to win. Though, he was scared of this bet.

“Fine.”

Armin spoke up, shaking his head. “Is this really a good idea? Marco is a person, you know.. It’s not fair to bet on a person’s feelings..”

Eren laughed again. “Is it really betting on Marco, though? I’m betting Jean won’t ask Marco out before we graduate.”

Jean widened his eyes, biting his lip. “How much?”

“$100. “

Jean scoffed, looking around before looking down and slouching in his seat. “Deal.”

Eren grinned, getting up. “Good luck. If you win and he rejects you, I’ll throw in an extra 25.”

Jean grumbled, getting up as well. “Whatever. Don’t need sympathy money from you anyways.”

~

He sighed, looking at the date on the board. Graduation was tomorrow. He was about to lose $100 and all because he was in denial that he liked Marco.

Incidentally, he was short of $100.

He looked up. The class wasn’t doing anything, really. Or, at least the seniors weren’t. They were graduating in the morning, for crying out loud. 

Marco looked particularly focused on something, though.

Jean and Marco were pretty good friends, but not in the same way Jean was friends with Eren and Armin. Those two were more like brothers to him. Jean was more fond of Marco’s company most of the time. If he didn’t feel like talking to Eren, he would talk to Marco, which was a lot more common than you’d think it would be.

Jean leaned over, tapping Marco’s desk. “Hey, what are you writing?”

Marco gasped, looking up with wide eyes. “I’m finishing my speech.. Why?”

Jean shrugged. “Just curious. What’re you doing after we graduate?”

Marco’s face turned red, and he looked away. “I’m taking a year off.. For my family, actually. My dad’s been sick.. I don’t have the strength to go to uni and leave my dad behind.”

Jean frowned, nodding. “So what about your full rides?”

Marco smiled, looking back at Jean. “I told them to give it away to someone else. I figure if I’m not going to college, I might as well let someone else have them, you know?”

Jean’s heart tugged. Marco was a kinder person than Jean could ever manage to be. And that was one of the things that kept him from saying anything to Marco until now. He didn’t really feel deserving of Marco. 

“What about you?”

Jean laughed nervously, beginning to pick at his nails. “Trade school..” He was embarrassed of it even though he liked the idea of having a career in technology of some sort.

“Oh, that’s good too! Plenty of options. You can make a good career out of that without having to spend like 10 years in university.” Marco smiled, leaning back in his chair. 

Jean bit his lip, trying to hide the smile he felt at the corner of his lips. “yeah.. University just isn’t my thing..”

“Really? I would’ve taken you for a frat boy.”

Jean blushed lightly. “I’ve thought about that..”

Marco smiled, patting Jean’s shoulder.

Jean took this opportunity.

“Can we talk outside for a second?”

Marco looked up, tilting his head. “Uh, sure..”

Jean smiled, getting up and walking outside of the classroom. Marco followed shortly after. Jean checked the hallway, sighing and leaning against the wall beside the door.

“I have a thing or two to say..”

Marco got nervous at those words. He hated when people dragged things out when they had to say something. Especially when it came to his friends. He held himself to a high standard when it came to his friends. He didn’t want to disappoint them.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Jean laughed, standing up and grabbing Marco’s hands. “No. The only crime I think you’ve committed is theft.”

Marco’s eyes widened. He couldn’t remember of anything he’s stolen, and if he had, how did Jean know?

“Theft?”

Jean chewed the inside of his cheek, stumbling over the words he’s practiced to both Eren and the mirror in his bathroom. “You’re so gullible. Do you know that’s actually one of my favorite things? Like, the way you appear shocked when you hear white lies.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Jean squeezed Marco’s hands, looking down. “I’m sorry to say this so close to graduation.. It’s my own fault. But I think I’ve grown to like you, Marco.”

Marco looked around before pulling Jean into a tight hug, squeezing his eyes shut. “You’re clueless, Jean.”

Jean gasped quietly, hesitant to put his own arms around Marco. “How do you figure?”

“I’ve been dropping hints since I’ve met you, stupid.”

It was Jean’s turn to be embarrassed. He pouted, pulling away. “Should’ve said something earlier, then..”

“Actually, I was waiting for you to say something.”

Jean shook his head, as if the blush on his face would fall off if he did.

Marco smiled, laughing a little. “Don’t worry. I won’t reject you. You’re too cute for me to do that.”

Jean complained, crossing his arms. “I didn’t even get to-”

Marco placed a light kiss to Jean’s cheek, smiling. “I don’t need you to.”

Needless to say, Jean now had $100 more in his wallet than he had earlier that day.

[fakecheeseandpineapple]

The time someone tried to attack me at work

Soo.. Story time. I currently work at a bookies. It’s not my ideal job because it’s like working in retailx100 in terms of what you have deal with when it comes to customers, however at the time I was(and still am) a poor uni student who desperately needed a job in order to pay her rent and this job was very easy to get.

A few months ago I’m lone working on a Friday night. Usually stores would try to avoid that as there is a fair amount of abuse that cones with working in a bookies, particularly from the ‘old-fashioned’ AKA sexist customers who do not particularly like being told no by a short female cashier, but unfortunately we were short staffed and my manager, who was supposed to be working with me, got called away last minute to cover another store. 

So I’m working alone in this store, and this customer walks up. At first I don’t notice anything unusual. He was fairly polite and asked for £50 to be remoted into one of the gaming machines from his card. I notice then that he had a wound on his finger that was bleeding, but it didn't seem to bother him and it certainly wasn’t the weirdest thing I’ve seen while working there, so I ignore it and remote his money on to the machine. He goes over to the machine and spends it all in about 10 minutes and then returns to the counter to complain that I only put £40 into his machine. Now I knew that I put £50 in, so I explained that he probably spent it by accident(the machine has a function where it transfers the money into cash out credit if you put a certain amount in to check if you really want to spend it as a sort of extra step to let people aware if they are gambling too much, and so it would have transferred it to emergency credit and then he would have had to confirm that he wanted the money or to cash it out), but the man insisted that I didn’t put it on the machine. At this point, I begin to realise that the man is probably high. His behaviour was becoming increasingly high, he kept twitch his head and sniffing, and his sentences were worded weirdly and didn't seem to make 100% sense. I wrote a report stating my suspicions and that the man would be asked to leave after I sorted this situation.

I look through the back office which has an account of the gaming history but the machines had glitched earlier in the day and I couldn’t see anything past noon. I call my manager in the other store and she informs me that this customer comes in regularly to try and claim money, and to tell him to come back either the next day or the day after and she would deal with him. At this point I’ve also called the gaming machine company and they said they would call me back and let me know if there was really a mistake or not.

So I hang up the phone, tell the man that there is nothing I could do for him today, but if he came back the next day the issue would be resolved. That’s when things took a turn. The man got very angry and refused to leave and started to shout at me that I was robbing him. I stood my ground and I told him there was nothing I could do and he needed to leave as he was now trespassing. The man looks at me and says “I’m going to knock your teeth in” and tries to jump over the counter. Luckily for me, the counter was high for that exact reason to prevent people jumping over them and he failed so he instead reached over the counter to knock over my PC and the back office. I immediately picked up the phone to call my manger in the other store and he tries to rip out the phone cord over the counter but fails. I get through to manager and tell her what has happened, that this man tried to jump over the counter to attack me, that he punched over the computer, that he tried to rip out the phone, all while this man is shouting in the background. She freaks out and tells me to push the panic alarm(I know, duh) and that security would be alerted. I the say out loud “Okay, security on it’s way” in the hopes that the man would leave. He didn’t.

I hang up the phone and push the panic alarm. An agonisingly long time passes until security responds through the speaker, meanwhile the man has continued to threaten me, trying continuously to jump over the counter and has punched my pc over so many times that I didn’t even bother picking it back up again. I explain the situation again to security and thy inform me that they’ve notified the police and that they’re on the way and to sit tight. I then spend the next period of time trying not to interact with the man in order to not antagonise hime while he continues to threaten me with phrases such as “Is your job really worth all this?” and very Liam Neeson like I remember him saying “You won’t remember me, you won’t remember my voice, you won’t remember my face, but one day I’m going to find you and take you down with me.”

At one point the man demands that I make him a coffee to ‘calm him down’, and I refuse, reminding him that I had already told him to leave. Eventually,  the man figures out that he could climb onto the counter by climbing up the hot water machine by the counter and gets on the counter. For the first time, I was actually pretty terrified that the man was going to assault me and I finally lost my composure, shouting at the man “GET THE FUCK OFF THE COUNTER AND TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY STORE.” The man just stared at me, but fortunately a regular customer, who I’ll call Steve, re-entered the store and told the man that he should leave as we have him on CCTV and that he had called the police. The man tried to claim that he wasn’t doing anything wrong, and was ‘just sitting there’ and I took the opportunity to move the money from the till away from the counter in case he tried to snatch and grab. Steve then went ‘Just give him the money so he’ll leave’ and I said no. The man then jumped of the counter. He told me that he was going to Boots and he would be back, but then stayed for a further five minutes. As soon as he did leave, I magnet locked the closest door and walked to lock the far entrance to the store, when Steve popped in to tell me which direction the man had left. I told him that I was locking the door and he left. I locked the door and walked back behind the counter where i let security know that he left and which direction he went. Security then stopped speaking to me through the speakers. Less than five minutes later the man was back, and trying the break out the door. Once again, I was terrified, I realised that if the man did manage to break down the door, he would probably then be strong enough and angry enough to come in and beat me to death. I pressed the panic alarm again, but there was no response this time. I pressed the other one, still no response, in the end they never did respond. Instead I called my manager again and told her that he was trying to break down the door. She was still panicking and let me know that her cashier at the other shop was currently driving down from the other store so he could close the shop for me after the police show up and to give me a lift home. After a few minutes, the man gives up and sits on the doorstep, which meant he was still there when the police did eventually show up where they originally arrested him for assaulting me and assaulting a police officer. Unfortunately he got away with only monitored community service and I have seen him many times since then. I’m pretty sure he lives pretty close to me because I’ve seen him opposite my house, which is not something I’m too happy about.

[what-if-rpg]

Welcome to the family, BETI! Your application to MATÍAS MILLER (FC: Aarón Piper) was accepted. I am really happy to have you around! Make sure to read the beginners checklist, and remember, have fun! I can’t wait to roleplay with you! Have fun!

IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER NAME: Matías “Matt” Sawyer Miller (was Matías Sawyer Miller Muratalla, but he dropped his mother’s surname) CHARACTER AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 22 years-old, 17th February 1997 OCCUPATION: Owner of a major venture capital firm, currently working on opening a game cafe FACE CLAIM: Aarón Piper HOMETOWN & CITY WHERE LIVES NOW: Born and raised in the suburbs of Atlanta, just recently moved to New York SEXUAL ORIENTATION & GENDER: Bisexual, male RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single POSITIVE TRAITS: Ambitious, hard-working, decisive NEGATIVE TRAITS: Guarded, competitive, spiteful CHARACTER QUOTE/LYRIC: “We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.” - Orson Welles.

HEADCANONS

Matt’s parents were just seventeen years old when they found out they were going to have a child. Scared yet excited, the high school sweethearts decided to keep the baby, got married as soon as they turned eighteen and commited to starting a family together. After graduation, as most of their high school friends scattered across the country and started craze-filled student years, Matt’s mother decided to become a stay at home mom, while his dad rejected acceptances from several well-known universities in order to enroll into a local community college and stay close to his family instead. Though his mom loved being a full-time mommy, his dad never stopped wondering what could’ve been, feeling trapped within the limits of his wife’s desire for a simple, small-town life. After grad-school, it became clear he wasn’t content with the life they were leading and instead dreamt of finding success in the big city. As soon as the fact he stuck around for little more than his child became too obvious to ignore, Matt’s mom secretly stopped taking her contraceptives, resulting in a pregnancy with twin boys. Matt’s father tried to love the twins just as he did his first son, but his feelings slowly turned into resentment as he saw the twins as ancors keeping him in a hellish slow-paced life. When Matt was around eight years old, his mother had a third “unplanned” pregnancy. Upon hearing he was going to have a daughter, especially after him and his wife discussed not having any more children, Matt’s father packed his bags, moved across thr country to New York and left his family behind.

Soon after his father left, Matt’s mother found herself a new partner and introduced him to the family as the new father of her children. She refused to speak about her ex husband and even if his name ever came up, there wouldn’t be a single nice thing she had to say about him. As the eldest, Matt was the only of the four to retain unbiased memories of his father. The more he had to listen to his mother’s ill-speakings, the more he clung onto the memories of a caring father, all the afternoons they’d spend together in the park, the bed-time stories, the after-work cuddles, the times his father stumbled into a room with an exhausted expression on his face and a little chocolate in his hand, his little boy’s smile the only thing to get the spark back into his eyes. Though Matt’s mom refused to let him visit his father, Matt kept in touch through phone calls and maintained a much stronger relationship with his father than he led on. While he worked hard and strived to be a good son to his dad, he grew ever more estranged from his siblings and his mom, feeling out of place in their family.

Matt’s father created a venture capital firm that grew into one of the biggest companies in the States. Though his net worth gradually rose into the millions, he didn’t share much of it with his children - not even Matt - partially because he didn’t care for his ex and his younger children enough to give them a luxurious life, partially because he didn’t want his favorite son to get spoiled and lose his ambition, hard-work and drive. The first time he splurged on his son was when Matt was accepted into the Harvard business school. Much to the dissaproval of his ex wife, he not only covered the full tuition and living costs, but also provided his son with generous monthly allowances that allowed him to focus solely on his studies.

When Matt was in his second year of uni, his father was involved in a fatal rock-climbing accident. Matt found himself in the eye of a media storm as he was revealed to be the main inheritor of his father’s assests, including his multi million dollar firm. Afraid to cave under pressure and destroy his father’s hard work, Matt met with the firm’s key business associates to name a trusted, long-time partner as the head of the firm while he himself returned back to the studies, burrying himself in school assignments as a way to cope with his loss.

After graduation he moved to New York to be closer to the headquarters of his firm, though he’s maintaining his distance and has no plans to take over as acting man just yet. While he’s one of the wealthiest men in the state, he likes to keep a low profile and doesn’t want to become a prominent public figure. Instead, his plans for New York are to open a small gaming café and to acquaint himself with people who can tell him more about his late father.

CONNECTIONS

PARENTS: Paloma Celestina Muratalla Abascal: Matt has always resented his mother for badmouthing his father, similarly to how Paloma has always resented her son for sticking up for him. Though the two at the very least tried to put up a front of a functioning mother-son relationship during Matt’s younger years, they drifted apart for good when Matt moved out to attend university. When his father passed, Paloma refused to attend the funeral, which led Matt to cut all ties with her, going as far as to remove her surname from his name. Warren Miller: Matt and his father were inseparable until Warren divorced Matt’s mom and left his children behind. Matt is the only child Warren kept in contact with and though he tried to be a good father, his busy life of work and luxury often left him with little to no time for his son, a fact Matt likes to brush aside when remembering his late father. Since they’ve mainly kept in contact through text messages and phone calls, there was a lot of space for Matt to build up a glorified, fake image of his dad in his mind, allowing for an array of potential heartbreak once he’s forced to face his late father’s true colors. SIBLINGS/OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY: Alfred, Francisco, and Sofia Muratalla Williams: younger twin brothers and a sister, estranged, Matt feels no close sibling bond with them, he completely cut them out of his life after their dad passed away for fear of them using him for money.

[bzbelle-writes]

DEAR SPERM DONOR

When I was a child at the tender age of 10, you and mum announced your agreement to part ways in a divorce. Ultimately, my siblings and I had seen things going wrong for a while. You and her no longer loved each other and that much was hellishly obvious. She tried to keep things amicable until your new whore came onto the scene and, quite frankly, fucked that up.

It still crushed me in ways I will never be able to describe, knowing that one of my parents wouldn't be around to watch me grow up. But you always promised that you would be there, on the sidelines, ready to cheer me on.

However, aged 11, when she decided to move in with you... I could tell things wouldn't be the same anymore. We went from having movie nights, playing games together and having takeout on the sofa, to just ignoring each other and me upset and wishing I could go back to mums.

At the age of 12, when I was making friends and support groups, you condemned all of the friends I had. You were never satisfied with the company I kept. Or with the places I chose to put myself. Even though my best friends lived right in your door step, you would never let me see them or, heaven forbid, be seen WITH them.

Aged 14, I started to make the big choices. I could always tell when she was whispering in your ear... You told me I had to do what would make money. Not what made me happy. You shit on every single dream I ever had. And that made me feel very invalid.

At the age of 15 when I bought my first boyfriend over for the evening to meet you... You yelled at him, without knowing him properly, that you didn't want him close to 'your little girl'. I hadn't felt like your 'little girl' in many years at this point. Mostly because you had actually asked mum for less contact. I didn't think people could actually be that selfish... That they would actively want to spend less time with lives they had helped create?!

Aged 16 and 17 I had very little to do with you. I stopped visiting you after I turned 17 because I wanted to live my own life and maybe work part time on the weekends. But you never supported me when I said I wanted to turn my part time work into a career. In fact you actually dissuaded me from it because there was 'no money' in hospitality.

I called you the day I got my A level results... Sure they weren't straight As, but you showed very little interest in my career plans. Because I did have plans. And sure they changed a few times, but I was happy.

Aged 19 when I eventually go to university, it was never you picking me up in the middle of the night, it was never you at the end of the phone when I couldn't cope, it was never you. It was my step dad and my mum. They helped and supported me more than you ever would have.

You met my first girlfriend and refused to even acknowledge her in a positive way. You made a snide remark and then got offended when she threw it back at you.

Aged 20 I moved back into mums. I dropped out of uni because I couldn't cope with the stress. I got in with the wrong crowd. I did illegal drugs, binge drank and flitted about just to feel something. I found a 'boyfriend' who I loved. You and her even told me he was a 'lovely guy' and I had 'really done well'. Little did you know the guy was a massive narcissistic wanker. He abused me, and ignored our safe words. I fell pregnant with his child... And he dumped me. When I told you, you said I'd end up 'just like my mother'. I told you that I'd be proud to end up like her and you laughed.

Aged 21, I posted a Facebook tribute to my (step) dad in father's day. 1. You refuse to use Facebook for any reason. 2. He has been there and you haven't. 3. He's taken on children that aren't even his and has done amazingly for it. 4. You weren't there. Clearly this offended you. Because you were barely in contact after that.

Aged 23 I had a beautiful son and a daughter on the way. I had a long term relationship and a place of my own. You never contacted me. You rarely helped out when we needed it... I thought maybe you were just distancing yourself but whatever. Why should it matter?

We had a conversation about my third pregnancy (because we lost our second... But you never cared to ask when I told you about that). Your response was to tell me to 'keep my legs shut next time' and tell me you wish you never had children. Fuck you. Ass hole. Person 50% responsible for my existence.

I am now 26. With a family of my own. A beautiful son, daughter and husband, who I married last week. You got supposedly offended because I didn't invite you. You had told me my whole life you never liked weddings or family gatherings... I sent you photos and tried to engage you with your daughter, son in law and grandchildren but you just ignored them.

I'm done. People often say you shouldn't burn family bridges... But I'm more than happy to destroy this one.

All the best as you navigate this world knowing that your only daughter has given up on you.

Ps. I will never be able to see you as more than a sperm donor. You lost the title of 'Dad' when I was 17. You lost the title of 'Father' today.

[fyrapartnersearch]

EVERYBODY'S PEOPLE WATCHIN'

everybody’s punch clockin’

hey how are ya my name is emmy and i’m here to search for a new rp partner. a bit about me, i’m 21, canadian, in uni, working a dece part time job and spending the rest of my time volunteering. i go by she/her pronouns. i reside in the mountain timezone and i am thrilled to hopefully start writing with you. 

why should you write with me? because i promise that if i pick up an rp with you i’m gonna put 100 and 10 percent of my effort into our story. i’m looking for a long term gig, someone who i can really weave a plot with, someone who digs the cut of my jib. i want us to be able to sob over our characters together late into the night. i want us to exchange songs, playlists, posts found on the internet, aesthetic boards, whatever reminds us of our characters/our plot. i will probably spam you with pictures of my character’s playby and i want to see mad pics of yours, too. i want us to go through our character’s struggles together as well as be able to cheer together when our characters get a hold on their situation and come up on top. i want us to inspire one another with our writing. it’s gonna be great. you & me honey. 

gee, that sounds nice! i’m inclined to agree with ya! but a few things you should know before you go any further: i write anywhere between full lit to lit + to novella style, so expect posts of at least 4 - 6 paragraphs baseline. sometimes i crank out 10. or just 5. depends entirely on what’s going on. i write according to situation, with a great amount of detail spent on what my character is thinking/feeling in response to yours. the replies you get will be fully fleshed out & enthralling. i am a stickler for grammar and spelling, though nobody’s perfect, i do occasionally have my slipups. all lowercase text is strictly kept to ooc communication. i can be sporadic with capitalization ooc but still keep good spelling. i will never pressure you into posting or writing ridiculous amounts just to match my post. i want you to have fun too! if i’ve had a bit too much to drink or am about to hit the hay, i’ll wait to post until i can give my post my full attention. usually i’ll be able to post at least once every couple of days, sometimes up to multiple times a day if we’re in the same or a similar time zone. i also totally understand life happens and sometimes we just need a breather. ♥ i have bipolar depression, and sometimes my depression kicks my ass, but i’ll let you know when that happens.

oh goodness, what else? i write predominantly m/m pairings but i am open to m/f and f/f as well. i do not write high fantasy settings, sorry doll. my interests mostly align with modern day, slice of life kinda stuff, aside from the fandoms i do have. i don’t have many limits besides excessive gore, scat, mpreg, and writing smut for sake of smut. i love my romance just like anyone else does, but it’s got to have plot. our characters have to have chemistry or else i get bored. i haven’t doubled before but i think i’d be down for it with the right plot. usually i prefer that we play one character each, or we play multiple characters within a plot, but not usually more than one plot at the same time. but!!! i am totally willing to try new things!! just be patient with me as i learn m'kay? i have had several threads going at once with one partner which can be super fun. also most of my characters are pretty kinky but like, i prefer that we talk about kinks and limits one on one as opposed to airing out my character’s laundry. also- i wanna be your friend ooc. let’s chat. i find it’s so much easier to have muse and post if i enjoy the virtual company of the people i’m writing with.

ok but what do you write? 

what *don’t* i write? kidding. here’s a bit of fandom for ya. if i’ve got plots listed, they’re the ideas i have, but i’m totally open to yours as well. stars denote how much i’m craving them. i’ll list the canon characters i write after i list the fandom: 

fallout: new vegas & 4: arcade gannon & elder maxson, paladin danse - also got a ton of ocs for both *plot for fallout 4 a: we explore the cut ending to the brotherhood of steel questline, wherein the sole survivor and paladin danse refuse maxson’s final orders for danse, and fight for danse to become the leader of the brotherhood of steel. would likely require you playing maxon or danse and me playing the other, with one of us playing the sole survivor.  *plot for fallout 4 b: your/my oc is a double agent for the railroad, with the mission to infiltrate the brotherhood of steel and send intelligence back to the agents back at home base. your/my oc becomes unexpectedly attached to elder maxson through work and circumstance. eventually, your/my oc must make a choice of where their allegiance lies: within the arms of arthur or with the faction they are fighting for. (potentially, we could double and do plot a & b at the same time.) 

mafia 2: vito scaletta  ***plot for mafia 2 a: we explore the dynamics of a relationship between vito and your oc. your oc could be in a position of great risk- think outside of the mafia, possibly a police officer, prostitute. some position where power dynamics could be played with. if the pairing is m/m we also deal with the themes of internalized homophobia and coming to terms with one’s identity. 

*bioshock 1, 2 & infinite: brigid tenbenbaum, andrew ryan, frank frontaine & eleanor lamb, sofia lamb & booker dewitt 

**marvel cinematic universe: tony stark, steve rogers

**greater marvel universe: logan howlett, carol danvers  ****random plot: we do a crossover and we ship sharon carter/carol danvers. i just. uuugh i have a lot of feelings about them and i have hella muse for these babes. lemme know if you’re down to give this a shot i will love you forever no word of a lie. 

but honestly where my heart lies is within oc rp. here are a few plots i have of mine, stars denote how much i’m craving them:

****(m/m) power & politics: my oc is a prestigious state senator, who lives a double life. he is currently in the closet with no intent on leaving it anytime soon. however, a certain someone falls into his life, making him question what he thought he knew for certain. your oc breaks down the walls my oc has put up and changes him into a softer, better man. however, with an upcoming presidential campaign on the horizon for my oc, the limits of the secret relationship will be pushed and pulled beyond what both parties have ‘signed up for.‘

****(m/m) the guardian: your oc is a newcomer to the nhl but is quickly making waves- think connor mcdavid style. he’s young and impressive, but mostly, impressionable. he starts to get battered around by both his teammates and opposing teams. after a few hard hits and fowl play within the game that have cost your oc bench and recovery time, the team’s coach calls in reinforcements to boost the team’s morale and serve as a protector to your oc. my oc is a player who hasn’t got the talent part but has got a huge heart. not to mention… huge hands. good for makin’ fists. good for fightin’.  my oc protects your oc during the games, coming to your oc’s aid, picking fights for your oc and protecting him on the ice. as such, the two players grow attached to one another.. perhaps too attached for the captain to be comfortable with. possibilities for a love triangle and other complications, for sure

***(m/m) too good to be true: our ocs start out in the whl, both as promising wingers. their good chemistry is vital to bringing back their team’s success. however, one of our ocs starts to get too attached to the other, and when an nhl draft separates them, one of our ocs is all too eager to cut contact and try to forget. the two excel in their nhl careers without one another, and end up on nhl teams with a history of deep rivalry. occasionally, the gloves hit the ice, fueled by the tension of unresolved feelings and the pressure of the respective teams to keep up the rivalry. the two are reunited when they are both chosen to play nationally for the same team, and are forced to reconcile what they have both buried so deeply within them. 

***(m/m) big money: these two ocs play for rival teams in the nhl. while their teams have a history of tension, our two ocs take it to the next level. audiences are more excited to watch these two fight than they are to watch the game itself. there’s a market in the violence between these two, and a reputation to maintain on both ends. if the public found out that these two were secretly seeing one another, their careers would both be over. 

okay and, here are just some general prompts that could be intertwined with the plots above, or could be something we use to springboard into our own rp:

my oc has serious commitment issues. they often go around ‘ghosting’ individuals after 4-5 dates, with little to no explanation of why. your oc falls for mine, and is the first to confront my oc about their shitty habits. 

your oc and my oc were best friends, but they lost touch over a stupid fight they had when they were preteens. they can’t believe that they’re seeing one another in a bar, halfway across the world from where they met. 

your oc and my oc were flames. my oc proposed to yours, but yours turned them down. they never spoke again… until they were sharing a crammed elevator, with my oc being completely intoxicated, and still confessing their feelings for your oc. 

your oc is a huge fan of my oc’s nhl career/political career. your oc wins a contest to meet and have dinner with my oc. while my oc expects a boring night out, my oc is completely surprised by how well they hit it off with your oc. 

my oc, your first oc and your second oc all grew up together. your first oc has always been pining for my oc’s attention, and is thrilled when my oc and your first oc finally get together. they develop a long term relationship, but my oc knows it would devastate your first oc if they told them that they have been seeing your second oc for most of the relationship. 

but honestly one of my favorite things is coming up with plots with partners based around our OCs. let’s figure something out!!

i recognize that a lot of these focus on the nhl/the lives of professional hockey players- please don’t be worried about hockey knowledge/nhl jargon/whatever else goes through your head! i’m more interested in sport as a realm for drama than i am for following the rulebook and being 100% accurate to life when it comes to hockey. there’s a lot i don’t know and am still needing to learn, myself! if you know a lot, great!! if you don’t, let’s figure things out together! as for general oc ideas, here’s a list:

professor x student

veteran x civillian

cop x criminal 

psychiatrist x patient

OC superheroes (I have a lot of muse for this one!)

street racing, fast-and-furious-esque setting

rival gangs 

nhl/hockey based (lol obviously)

small town canadiana or americana 

fun, fluffy romance based modern settings

darker themes such as addiction, abuse, etc

historical setting- preferably, the second world war/1940s-1960s 

light worldbuilding - new to this but wanting to learn

honestly whatever you can pitch me that isn’t high fantasy ☺

i can expand on and work with any of these ideas, these are just like, topics. whatever i do with you, i promise it’ll be fleshed out, with tons of opportunity for drama. 

hell yeah let’s do this pal 

if any, and i mean any, of this piqued your fancy, pleaaaase shoot me an email at 

↳ ehmmywrites@gmail.com ! 

i will respond! but please send me something thoughtful! i’d like to hear what part of my ad that you’re interested in/why you chose to contact me. i am most wanting to rp over email and talk over google hangouts but i can be open to skype, too.  i sure look forward to hearing from you!  ✌ & ♥ emmy