#In the ditch day rp she already decided she is going to get a little touchy and stuff omg send help

[livewireprojects]

So I was working on a pic for day 16 but I was working on it after work so didn’t have much time before 5pm to get pics.(I need a scanner one of these days) At some point I just looked at how dark it was getting in the room I take pics in & gave up. I also don’t know what to do for day 17, I want to guess something like Future Foundation or characters being in the simulation from DR2 due to the name of the project but I dunno. I might do something but the theme future is coming up so I’ll likely save it for that.

I’m rambling & kind of feel bad for my posts for day 15 So day 16 was alternate universes & I really enjoy AUs though a large amount of the ones I like are crossover plots. Most of the pics aren’t crossover based & are largely just based on past RPs. I made a bunch of pics & didn’t want to spam with posts for each so I tried to put as many as I could together.

The first three pics are based on a thing I call Monster Community AU thing, pretty much characters are secretly some kind of creature(witch, alien, merpeople, harpies, etc) living among humans but sometimes do things in secret areas other monsters hanging out at like a community of monsters.

The two scenes here are from different mermaid RPs, both from my Monster Community AU stuff again. Both pics involve RP plots that were DR1 happened, DR2 characters were trying to survive the aftermath of the world going mad(pretty much surviving in the destroyed city until finding somewhere or something) & some other stuff I’m going to leave out due to rambling. Just know this is technically a simplified version of the series post-DR1(if that makes sense? probably not) that was used because I keep doing shit in RPs.

The one to the left is from a plot were the survivors find a cave they end up staying the night in only to decided to check further & find themselves in a place other monsters are living in. For some reason Makoto is a grey eyeless big mouth monster, I think I was obsessed with a design I saw on Tumblr but can't find anymore. Byakuya is an octopus merperson because for some reason I imagine he'd be on if he was a merman. The second one is vampire Byakuya is living in a mansion his family had by the sea on a cliff area that leads to the beach. He ends up learning Makoto is a merperson(whose parents tried to keep him from learning about other creatures for safety) & expecting their kids. Makoto is a species of merperson that make nests in the sand when they have kids so Makoto had to stay in the water until the babies could swim by themselves. Byakuya will probably have some special pools setup in the house for the twins since they'll be to young to go into human form after the being old enough to swim.(It'll only be a couple months) At the moment Makoto is in a cave inside the cliff that leads to the ocean, some how the inside of Byakuya's mansion has a secret stairway leading down here. Makoto can't leave the water because his nest is here & his merperson instincts don't want him to leave until the babies hatch & are old enough to swim. Due to Makoto's parents hiding his & Komaru's mermaid/creature side Makoto didn't think much on the fact he was a merperson until he got pregnant & his instincts demanded he make a nest... That's also how Byakuya learned his family had a secret area of the mansion & proceeded lug a futon mattress/blanket down there to be close to Makoto. I didn't think much about it at the time but I guess something lead to his parents getting protective & scared if someone knew they were merpeople, then again there's a Japanese myth about eating mermaids/some kind of fish people would cause immortality. I almost forgot this but Byakuya hung up a net & decorations so the babies when down in the cave don’t swim into the sea.

This one is based on an RP were Byakuya is a werewolf while Makoto is a harpy. DR1 happened, Byakuya & Makoto had a relationship but went their separate ways to find their families(see if there’s hope of them still being out there) while working on getting their lives together.(Since with the despair event they likely need to recover/figure out what to do now)

Byakuya at some point is house sitting for Hinata & Komaeda(originally it was his vacation cabin in the woods but something changed forget why) when he ends up having to help a harpy who lost their nest because a tree landed on it. He took the harpy in because they didn’t have anywhere to go & the crash broke one of their wings. He was to tired to think much about figuring out who the harpy was after patching them up because he was tired.

Byakuya ends up learning in the morning that the harpy is Makoto & pregnant. Byakuya reassured Makoto knew he was safe now & he(Byakuya) isn’t going anywhere. Byakuya later learned Makoto found his family but someone attacked & ditched him in the woods while injuring his eye. After that Byakuya helps Makoto recover & they eventually move to his vacation house when Hinata & Komaeda come home. Byakuya has a nursery for their eventual kids & Makoto ended up staying in the nursery sitting on the egg Ichigo was in when he had the twins. Len kept barking when he found her until she finally hatched.

Here’s Makoto perched on Hinata’s couch singing a bird tune as Byakuya listens, sometimes the blond will sometimes whistle which makes Makoto squeal in delight because it sounds like Byakuya trying to mimic a bird. Makoto is meant to be a House Martin harpy because the bird is cute & has fuzzy feet. Makoto’s hood/cape is just his hoodie tied to his neck, he can slightly still see out of the injured eye but without something to protect it things seem to bright during the day through that eye.

This was the pic that lead to not posting anything the other day, as you can tell I made more pics right after managing to finish it. This pic is once again based on an RP(well two of them), for some reason I really liked doing this plot. The AU is pretty much everyone lives in a world of animal centaurs(in Kazuichi's case he's a shark merperson) & for some reason this is before modern technology exists. Everyone lives in caves that have been carved into homes with some having multiple rooms, they have furniture made from leftover stone, wood, some other stuff & clothes made out of normal animal skin like they're in Brother Bear or something. Given the state the world is currently at they seal off the entrances to their caves in the winter after making sure to have enough food to last it.(There's some that have the ability to hibernate luckily) I have absolutely no idea why I enjoy this so much. So Byakuya is a wolf(lol blond wolf fur) & Makoto is a pygmy goat(I made him a little bigger because again awkward size) but for the first RP I kept switching the species(from pudu deer to pygmy goat) because I was obsessed with those animals at the time. It ended with S having Gundam call Makoto a goat/deer hybrid so he's a deer goat in the first RP.(I didn't switch it often but kept talking about confusion) In the second RP Makoto stayed a pygmy goat for the entire RP. Len is a wolf centaur & Ichigo is a goat centaur, Byakuya & Makoto had other kids but they're preexisting characters(Komaru & Chiaki for some reason) & I'm mostly focusing on these characters.(I don't actually know what I was getting at) The twins are a couple days old, since Ichigo is a pygmy goat she's already active. Byakuya is laying down so she won't get hurt, Ichigo & Makoto's goat side makes them enjoy climbing things so the little baby is climbing on daddy. Len's eyes & ears haven't opened just yet so he's kept safe in a portable cradle thing since he's to small to play with his little sister right now.(Makoto will retuck him in in a moment) Makoto has a poncho thing because he has trouble keeping warm which luckily his kids didn't inherit. Also Byakuya is pretty strong so he can take his daughter & his mate trying to climb on him especially when Makoto is pregnant. It's ok & doesn't bother him in fact it's kind of cute especially since sometimes after that Ichigo will do a little jitter dance that baby goats some times do.(He'd also whether they climb on him or a stool thing than try to climb the side of their home or something bigger due to worrying about the two hurting themselves.

Byakuya & Makoto have slightly long hair because it's hard for them to cut their hair with a dagger Byakuya worked on for hair cutting. Byakuya is hoping to eventually trade something for a mirror some traveling trader visits, maybe see if someone in the pack can help with cutting hair not that it matter much.

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[chiarahq]

me  being  late  ?  unfortunately  more  likely  than  u  would  think  😔  but  i'm  here  now  &  so  excited  to  be  part  of  a  celeb  rp  again  because  they  are  my  kryptonite  !  i’m  sofi  (21,  gmt,  she/her)  &  this  is  chiara,  &  yes  i  did  carefully  select  this  gif  because  she  looks  hot  asf  &  i  want  to  thirst  trap  u  all  into  plotting  with  me  (ur  welcome)  !

⋆˙⊹  naressa valdez  ,  cis female  ,  she/her  — ‏‏‎ ‎ don't  look  now  ,  but  chiara  flores  just  walked  by  us  .  the  twenty -  three  year  old  lingerie  model  turned  entrepreneur  has  been  causing  quite  a  stir  lately  .  they're  known  to  be  quite  decorous  &  garrulous  ,  but  also  sybaritic  &  ambivalent  .  it's  no  wonder  they're  hollywoods  resident  bellwether  . rumor  has  it  they're  hiding  redacted ,  but  don't  ask  them  about  it  .  

&.  a  satin  brassiere  peeking  from  beneath  a  velveteen  pantsuit,  dainty  gold  chains,  wine  -  toned  lipgloss  &  smoked  liner,  an  inviting  smile  that  would  make  a  stranger  feel  at  home,  and  the  gentle  graze  of  fingertips  against  the  forearm    .

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

full  name:  chiara  ysabel  flores. nickname/s:  chi,  open  to  pet  names. gender  &  pronouns:  cis  female  &  she/her. birthdate:  sept  25th. zodiac:  libra. orientation:  bisexual  &  biromantic. traits:  your  stereotypical  libra,  aka,  tactful,  gregarious,  &  visionary,  yet  indecisive,  vain,  &  vacillating. career:  lingerie  model  turned  fashion  mogul;  recently  launched  her  own  makeup  and  lingerie  brand  (  claim:  fenty  )

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚  𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬.

familial  connections  :  chiara  was  a  long  awaited  addition  to  the  flores  family;  with  maria  flores  thoroughly  convinced  that  she  would  never  experience  the  motherhood  she  had  always  dreamed  of  until  she  was  finally  blessed  with  her  first  &  only  child.  rather  naively,  maria  and  andre  expected  that  the  birth  of  their  daughter  would  be  the  missing  piece  to  restoring  their  already  crumbling  marriage  -  however,  if  anything,  the  added  stress  of  a  baby  was  the  nail  in  the  coffin.  that  said,  it  was  in  their  best  interest  to  stick  it  out  for  the  sake  of  their  public  reputation.  a  tiny  chiara  often  found  herself  caught  in  the  middle  of  an  argument,  and  as  she  grew  older,  found  herself  stepping  up  as  mediator.  her  presence  was  a  constant  reminder  that  although  they  no  longer  loved  each  other  the  way  they  once  had,  they  had  both  contributed  to  create  another  human  being  that  they  equally  adored  with  all  their  hearts  -  and  they  would  continue  to  push  themselves  to  last  another  day.  the  facade  of  their  relationship  finally  came  crashing  down  when  chiara  turned  sixteen,  and  andre  flores  was  caught  having  a  cosy  dinner  with  a  woman  much  too  young  to  be  his  wife.  once  the  public  found  out  there  was  no  longer  any  need  to  keep  up  the  pretences,  and  so  the  flores’  filed  for  divorce.  although  chiara  was  entirely  aware  of  the  state  of  their  marriage,  it  was  still  difficult  to  endure  -  especially  in  such  a  public  sense.  that  said,  everything  worked  out  for  the  best,  and  the  flores’  still  spend  every  holiday  together  as  a  family.

career  ;  from  a  young  age,  chiara  shone.  her  cherubic  features  &  polite  nature  opened  multiple  doors  for  her  from  a  young  age;  from  her  successful  modelling  career  to  her  stint  in  child  acting.  chiara  pursued  a  lot  of  things,  but  she  never  stumbled  upon  anything  that  was  more  than  a  fad.  that's  the  thing  about  chi;  she's  passionate  &  always  on  the  go,  but  often  lost  interest  fast.  she’d  pick  something  up,  just  to  drop  it  the  next  day  or  week  or  month.  it  was  a  running  joke  within  her  family;  her  parents  unable  to  keep  up  with  what  would  capture  chiara’s  attention  next.  something  that  persevered  was  her  relentless  need  to  be  in  control.  some  would  call  it  pernickety,  though  she  would  call  it  having  direction.  whatever  she  decided  to  put  her  mind  to,  for  however  long  she  felt  like  it,  she  would  excel.  with  the  safety  of  her  parents’  wealth  to  fall  back  on,  chiara  tried  her  hand  at  pretty  much  everything  you  could  imagine  -  she  dabbled  in  photography,  took  a  few  singing  classes  before  she  ultimately  decided  she  was  tone-deaf,  rekindled  her  acting  career  for  the  duration  of  a  handful  of  auditions,  and  even  attended  college  for  a  whopping  seven  weeks  before  dropping  out.  her  career  in  modelling  was  the  only  thing  that  was  a  constant,  with  her  signing  with  tbd  lingerie  company  (  bc  we  don’t  stan  vs  in  this  house  ).  chiara  was  happy  enough  during  her  time  there,  but  the  lack  of  diversity  within  the  brand  became  outstandingly  obvious  (  👀  ),  &  eventually  she  decided  to  take  matters  into  her  own  hands  ;  launching  her  own  inclusive  lingerie  brand,  ysabel.  following  the  success  of  ysabel,  she  then  extended  her  brand  to  include  makeup  products. 

personality  ;   

yes  we’re  switching  to  bullet  points  who  needs  consistency

chiara  is  a  bit  of  a  walking  oxymoron.  she’s  an  incredibly  passionate  &  determined  individual,  yet  her  attention  &  interest  are  fleeting.  when  she  cares,  she  cares  with  every  inch  of  her  being  -  but  the  minute  that  drive  is  gone  ?  she’ll  ditch.  

despite  mediating  pretty  much  her  parents’  entire  relationship,  chi  hates  confrontation.  she  radiates  Bad  Bitch  energy,  but  really  is  prone  to  sitting  on  the  fence  &  ducking  out  when  shit  hits  the  fan. 

chi  is  ridiculously  self-indulgent.  she  cannot  say  no  to  herself,  like,  ever.  it’s  a  dangerous  habit  that  extends  beyond  herself  -  if  she  sees  something  she  thinks  a  friend  will  like,  it’s  in  her  basket  without  a  second  thought,  aka  she’s  the  best  present  giver  ever.  as  a  result  of  her  indulgence,  however,  she  can  sometimes  come  across  as  kinda  ignorant  :/  

relationships  are  kind  of  an  iffy  area  for  chi...  she  knows  all  too  well  how  badly  they  can  go  spiralling  down,  so  she  tries  not  to  let  herself  get  too  attached,  but  for  the  most  part  she  fails  &  becomes  kinda  ...  infatuated.  she’s  terrible  with  rejection  due  to  her  obsession  with  how  people  view  her,  &  will  without  a  doubt  take  it  to  heart  -  so  for  the  most  part  sticks  to  flings  &  meaningless  flirtationships

has  a  pet  doberman  that  she  absolutely  adores  &  treats  as  if  its  a  little  baby  handbag  dog  <3 

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

brotp  

sibling  like  friendship

ride  or  die 

childhood  friends

family  friends 

platonic  soulmates 

model  friends  /  models  recruited  for  her  brand  

unlikely  friendship

intrigue

project  partners

familial  connections  ?  maybe  a  cousin  ? 

mutual  friends  

childhood  crush  ?  maybe  a  friend  of  the  family  where  their  parents  always  joked  they’d  get  together  one  day

party  friends

good  /  bad  influence 

opposites  attract

exes  to  friends

muse

wingman/woman/person 

pr  stunt 

exes  (  good  terms,  bad  terms,  past  fling,  ghosted  )

will-they-won’t-they

fwb  /  ewb

confidants 

rival

[ranger-kellyn]

11 Favorite Excerpts

In honor if it being the 11 year anniversary of the first fic I ever posted, Platinum Bound, I thought I’d list out 10 of my favorite excerpts from everything I’ve posted so far, 1 from something I haven’t posted yet, and then kind of just. Talk about it~

As always, feel free to talk to me about any of my fics, no matter how old or new~ I’m very vain~<3

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1 - Come With Me - Prologue - 03/02/2015 - Completed

A day that was supposed to be filled with sorrow and mourning had turned out to be very lovely. The cold that had long persisted since November had decided to lighten its icy grip on this one day in particular. It was almost a tragedy in itself that the weather failed to match the mood by pouring a relentless downpour. Rain was fit for a funeral. Not sunshine.

The opening to Come With Me has always had a special place in my heart, and while I know my writing has gotten better since then, I always hold up this opening as like...my premium brand, I suppose.  I love the mood the prologue sets up for Siebold’s side of the story.  Mismatched weather.  His parents having the same death date.  A sense of odd relationship dynamics with them.  Clear indication that there’s going to be a lot of conflict with Jean as shown by Diantha, Siebold’d childhood friend, who has a clear disdain towards him.  CWM may not be my BEST WORK, but it’s probably one of my favorites.  ALSO....come on...the restaurant’s name is Apple of The Earth, which is a direct translation of pomme de terre, which is French for potato.  And like???? i just get a little kick out of it every time

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2 - It Takes Two - 12/16/2014 - Oneshot

Siebold chuckled.  “A water dark type?  My, my.  You’ve already put yourself at a disadvantage. Cress shook his head.  “Don’t give away your secret ingredient just yet, Siebold.  Leave something to the imagination, please,” he teased.

If there is ONE THING I LOVE it’s writing flirty banter for these two, and this fic if full of it.  My first fic for Cress/Siebold, staking my claim on the pool noodle that is this ship.  I AM the captain of this pool noodle

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3 - Second Chances - Chapter 7 - 06/14/2017 - Ongoing

“It was supposed to be me!” . . . Shaking, she stopped herself in the front hallway.  Looking over the large, glass-famed map, she felt as though she was leaving her own body as she slammed herself against it in a last ditch effort to feel something other than emotional pain.  In an effort to put a physical wound to her emotional one. 

There’s plenty of happier lines from this fic I could choose.  Ch 10 had a section I was considering instead, but I think this emotionally charged section has always stood out for me. I like to generally characterize Cynthia as someone who is in control of her emotions, or at the very least, is very good at compartmentalizing things, but here, she absolutely loses it.  No rationality.  No seeking help.  Just raw pain.  It was supposed to be me. Because it was!  It absolutely was!  In the previous chapter you learn that Diantha had fully intended to propose to her!  But was instead manipulated by her mother and manager into leaving Cynthia.  While Cynthia didn’t know that, we do, and that makes that line so much more painful to me.  I swear.  ONE DAY.  I’ll actually finish this fic.

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4 - Fortune and Fame - Chapter 1 - 03/23/2016 - Completed

“The best part of that outfit would be taking it off.” Her mouth turns into a smile. “I should think so,” she tells you.

Second person POV is a HUGE pain in the ass, but I still love this silly little fic, and I love this silly little moment EVEN MORE.  What can I say.  I love flirty banter. This whole fic was an absolute experiment, and while it certainly could be better, considering 2POV is not something I regularly work with, I’ve never been too upset with it.

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5 - Stockholm - Chapter 4 - 06/20/2016 - Ongoing

“You’re my mission and my mission alone.  I don’t need outside help,” he tells me. I catch myself about to laugh.  “Figured you would welcome it seeing as whatever you think you’re doing to me clearly isn’t working.” He moves closer, enough for me to feel the warmth of his body, but it’s only when I think he’s looking at my lips do I come to my senses, pulling my legs up to my person, and pushing back up against the wall. “I would say it’s working just fine.”

i like to think of this fic as me playing in a sandbox.  i don’t REALLY know what i’m doing, but i’m having fun, and that’s all that matters. This is a fic I had been thinking about for the longest time.  I abandoned it back in 2016.  I don’t really remember why, but I posted the first update early this year, and I just.  I’ve been loving it since.  I haven’t played in first person in SUCH a long time, it’s just nice to play in the space, and explore a darker emotion I guess.  Game verse Commander Saturn/Dawn is always a weakness of mine

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6 - Shadows of My Heart - Chapter 4 - 02/22/2011 - Completed

Looking at Kellyn, I notice that he has taken his jacket off and is now offering it to me. Shaking my head, I tell him that I can't take it, even though I would love nothing more than to take him up on his offer. He walks closer, smiling as he places his jacket over me. Now, the only thing I hear is the sound of the rain bouncing off of Kellyn's jacket, and the sound my own heartbeat. I'd have to be crazy or dead to not be blushing right now, and obviously my pulse is still going…

if you’ve followed me for a few years, you might think this is a weird pick for me.  i complain about it a lot.  i experience a lot of visceral cringe whenever i reread it (Like i did just now searching for a section i liked) But that’s why I like it.  I love having this visible benchmark of where I’ve come from, and where my ideals have shifted to.  I’ve always written Kellyn as my Ideal Man™© and in this fic he is suCH A “NICE GUY” AND IT’S JUST. SO BAD. I’M SO GLAD I’M NOT WITH THE KIND OF PERSON I USED TO WISH I WAS WITH. This fic is, at best, clumsy.  Younger me was venting a LOT of stuff. Everything I put Rhythmi through in the fic, I was dealing with irl, and NOT handling them well.  I never recommend this for reading, but I list it here because it’s like looking in a time capsule.  

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7 - Washington Blues - Chapter 2 - 04/30/2012 - Abandoned Work

Looking back up at me, the afternoon sun shines on her face.  As if I needed to be reminded that she is very pretty.  “I believe that it is too soon to be giving a definite answer, but,” she pauses to brush some hair behind her ear, “I do believe I am going to like it here.” I nod, liking the answer she has provided.  I put my pink bag over my shoulder, and step down the stairs.  “That’s good to hear.  I do hope you come to love our little band,” I say, putting a little emphasis on “our”.  Hopefully she will start using that term as well.

This fic has been abandoned since 2012, but as I was rereading it just now, I...felt a weird urge to give it a second chance?  Marching band was my EVERYTHING in high school.  It was basically my personality.  It and Homestuck.  If nothing else, I think I might give this fic a redo, because it’s something my younger self would have loved.  I had so many ideas I wanted to explore and I think it would be a fun space to explore. Just reading it I got the most tactile memories of band camp, from the sounds, all the way down to the god awful smells.  One day I’ll give this fic another go, but probably in 3rd person lmao.  Also, it’s kind of funny.  I remember holding this fic up as like.  My Magnum Opus.  I considered chapter 1 to be the BEST thing I had written up to that point. Now? It’s so fucking D RY......and no real person talks like they all do l m a o I love being able to see how far I’ve come. 

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8 - Hindsight - Sometime Feb 2014?  - Oneshot for an old RP group

This question led him to placing both of his hands in his lap.  “I would never describe her as winter.  It’s the season she hates the most.  From what I’ve gathered during our travels together, understandably so,” he answered, not meeting her eyes. 

While this fic is OLD it holds a very special place in my heart.  I had stopped writing for a while.  For about 2 years nothing I wrote ever really panned out, and joining that RP group was literally the best thing I could have done for my creativity.  It was so much fun, and I met some truly incredible people thanks to it.  Literally, everything I’ve written since I attribute to that group.  <3 I may not talk to most of them anymore, but I have some of the best memories of that time, and I just.  Genuinely don’t think I would have HALF of what I have written now if it hadn’t been for their support.  <3

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9 - Ours For The Taking - Chapter 2 - 01/28/2012 - Abandoned Work

Killing is in the nature of almost every Pokémon, but we humans have inhibited that out for the most part. It doesn't take much to trigger the instinct though. A couple kills and then they thirst for blood.

Now i know this looks like a WACK ASS PICK.  It’s been abandoned since 2012.  It’s bad.  It’s gore.  It’s bad.  But that’s exactly why I picked it.  That, and I know it would chap Farla’s ass bc she told me years ago how awful this fic was. The whole reason my writing confidence took a blow.  I can look back and know that this fic wasn’t great, but I hate for my younger self that they were knocked down like that.  You can’t learn the boundaries of your writing until you try to push them.  Maybe I could have turned into a great gore/horror writer if I hadn’t been knocked down?  Who knows?  But because of that negative experience, I now approach all comments I leave on fics with “unconditional positive regard”.  I firmly believe if someone wants con-crit they’ll ask for it, and even then, I’m not someone who is going to offer up that criticism.  That’s not my jam.  I’m just here for a good time.  This fic may be bad, but that’s why I love it.  I love how over the top, 2Edgy4me the two chapters are. 

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10 - Getaway Car - Chapter 5 - 01/01/2019 - Ongoing

Pulling away just enough to make them look at one another, Cynthia looked her over.  She was getting more drunk admissions than she ever thought she would, and she was in no frame of mind to worry about pushing her luck.  “How did that make you feel?” she asked. She let her hand trail down her arm as she spoke.  “Grounded.  Like nothing else in the world mattered except us in that moment.  I wasn’t worried about filming, deadlines, what people might say or think, or– anything, really.  All that mattered was the calm you brought me, and how without meaning to you’ve made me feel like the most important person in the room.”

It’s no secret that Getaway Car is like.  MY BABY.  This is MY FIC.  MY BABY.  I CHERISH THIS FIC FOR SO MANY REASONS. I like venting through characters, and this fic is no exception.  But I loved writing this moment specifically, because it just...I think it encapsulates everything Diantha has been looking for.  She lives a charmed, chaotic life.  Up to that point in the fic, she’s with a man who can’t really be bothered to give her the time of day, but also can’t handle the idea of letting her go.  Without meaning to, without necessarily trying to, Cynthia makes her feel like the most important person in the room.  She grounds her, and someone who lives a star-studded life needs that.  This fic is my baby.  My everything.  It’s probably what I’m known for at this point, and I’m A-OK with that because these two are my everything.  (ALSO, I specifically posted this fic when I did to get Farla to leave me a review, and had a good laugh about it when she did.  My “bat shit crazy” plot device has ended up being my most popular fic~)

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11 - Namtaflu - Chapter _ - Draft from NaNoWriMo 2019

The sound of something rising to the surface of the water attracted everyone’s attention.  Turning their eyes towards the water, one by one, countless Starmie and Staryu began to surface, floating atop the water, their bright gem center’s shining in the moonlight.  “Oh, wow,” Bianca said, holding the Audino closer to herself.  "What are they doing?” Hilbert asked, turning himself so he wasn’t having to strain to look at them.  Cheren shrugged.  “They’ve always done this.” "They’re looking at the stars,” Hilda added.  “It’s what Nona would always tell me.  She said she read it in a book somewhere.  They surface at night to look at the stars, and they’ll even start blinking here soon.”  As she said it, from out in the distance, quick flashes of red began to move along the waves, reminding both her and Cheren of fireflies from further south.  Soon enough, the entire shoreline was filled with the water pokémon blinking away at the stars, almost as if they were communicating with each other, or even something else.  A few Audino continued to sit with them, everyone moved to silence by the display, afraid to make a single noise, not wanting to scare them at all and make them stop.  The display moved in waves, like a heartbeat, ebbing and flowing.  At times they were bright enough to cast a glow onto the shore, and at others it seemed like they had collectively stopped for the night. Once Broadway and Manhattan had decided to retire for the night, the group came to an agreement that it was time they retired for the night as well.  They had stayed up long past sundown, but it had been worth every second.   

I won’t be posting this fic WELL until my three current ongoing fics are completed, but this fic is pretty much everything to me.  I first got the idea for this fic back in 2013, my senior year of high school.  I wrote the first draft my first NaNoWriMo in 2014, and did a second draft of it last year.  This fic has evolved SO MUCH, but this last draft is where I’m REALLY happy with it.  I firmly believe there’s never a “right time” to write a fic, but I also believe this fic absolutely benefited from me not posting it after that first draft.  They’re almost two entirely different stories.  The original had a lot of unhealthy relationship dynamics, and this time, i decided, FUCK THAT, and now it’s a hilda/hilbert/cheren/bianca poly fic ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I can’t wait for the day when I actually get to share this fic with the world. 

[fyrapartnersearch]

Seeking NSFW long-term RP Partner [m/f, f/f, third person, literate].

Hello, I am reposting this ad because the partners who I had chosen were no longer interested. That being said, if you have contacted me before and I haven’t replied to you, it’s because I had already found my partners. People seem to want to know even if I am full, though, so this time I will try harder and message everyone back to inform them that I have found enough partners if it comes to it. 

Having said that, please don’t be afraid to remessage me again. I have added a few more plots in here, this time with a more detailed summary and not simply a pairing. Have a look and see if you like anything! 

Disclaimer: I am above 18 and all characters in the RP will be so as well. 

  What are you looking for exactly? 

Someone who is okay with the main focus of the roleplay being of an erotic/smut kind. That being said, I’d like it if we could include some sort of plot and story as we go along so it doesn’t become too repetitive and stale. (Pairings listed below) 

Specifically, I’m looking for someone who would like to explore a dom/sub dynamic, which may include a master/slave relationship or anything of the sort. So you see, I’m not looking for the typical vanilla pairing. I’m seeking something a little more dynamic, complex and adventurous. 

Someone who is okay with playing a dom against my female sub. I’m into both m/f and f/f, however take note that the kink list and plots below are written for m/f relationships simply because that is the pairing I get asked to do most frequently. They can all be changed to fit a f/f relationship though. 

Someone who is okay with OOC chatting. I’d like to create a bond with someone, and I don’t want our only interactions to be only when we’ve posted. It makes me feel less connected to the RP and I’m more likely to get detached over time. We can talk about our everyday lives, our characters, possible future plots, share some music, etc! 

Someone who actually gets invested in his own character and gives him life: a (realistic) faceclaim, some backstory, hobbies, dislikes, etc. 

  What are you expecting from your partner? 

I am expecting you to be able to write several paragraphs. Sometimes my posts tend to go up even to 1000 words, so be prepared for that. I’m not saying you have to write 1000 words per post, but writing more than one paragraph would be ideal. 

Third person only. 

I am expecting you to be upfront about what your likes, preferences, and what you’d like to get out of from this RP. Saying ‘whatever works’ for every question I ask makes people seem like are an extremely passive person, which is not what I’m looking for. I’m looking for someone passionate about writing and who wants to collaborate with me by making his own contribution and being honest. 

I’d like a partner who is active, and I want to stress this because I don’t want people messaging me when they cannot post at least once every day or two. More is appreciated, but I get life can get busy with work and all. That being said, I don’t want to wait for five days or more for a reply. It’s not that I’m not tolerant, but I will quickly grow uninterested in a RP (especially an erp) when we don’t have a constant flow of replies.

Characters that I love playing against: older men (40s-50s), beards are a big bonus, big rough guys who deep down have a gentle heart, characters with tragic pasts and seeing their life still being affected by it, bad habits/addictions, unhealthy relationships and behaviour, angst and anger issues, etc. 

What should your partner expect from you? 

Most of my work done is through my laptop, thus I am fairly active and am always up for chatting. Apart from that, you should expect 1 - 3 posts everyday from me. 

Despite this being a NSFW rp, my characters are not going to have the physical appearance of a porn star or anything like that (i.e., gigantic boobs, perfectly curvy body, huge ass, etc). They are going to be realistic, is what I’m trying to say.

I put a lot of effort when creating a new character, including finding them a faceclaim. I use realistic faceclaims, sometimes realistic dawings, as long as they are not anime/cartoon. 

My characters are: Usually young (18-25), initially soft and timid but will definitely get back at you if you piss them off, start off as shy and inexperienced but eventually grow confident, will tease a lot (public or not), bratty, can be impulsive and can get themselves into trouble, need attention, etc. 

  What are some possible pairings we could use? 

Italic text is the role I’d prefer to play. You are welcome to mix and match these pairings, as well as bring forward suggestions if none of them interest you. 

  Rich businessman/Bought slave

Your character grew up in a rich household. After both of his parents died (or moved someplace else), he took charge of the house and was given authority over one or several of his father’s businesses in order to follow in his footsteps. His large house started to grow lonely, save for the servants and maids that took care of everything, but he needed something more. Somehow he finds out about women of all ages being auctioned as slaves in an underground place, and after some hesitance, he decides to go. Surely enough, his attention gets caught by a fairly young one, the main attraction of the night indeed, and he instantly knew that he had to get her. 

New prostitute/Regular client OR New prostitute/boss

My character is a newly recruited prostitute in one of the city’s most famous brothels, who joined as a last resort kind of thing. Could be because of family issues, or she couldn’t keep up with paying for her bills, perhaps she was involved with some certain things that made her get kicked out by the landlord of the place she had been staying at. Either way, she is only there because her situation got desperate. Upon arrival she is given a room to stay at, some clothes, explained the rules, and a bit of training to prepare her for that same night. Enter your character, who has been a regular at this place and will be her first client. He pays for her services, but once they go to a private place together, he can easily tell that this is her first time doing this sort of thing. How this continues is up to you and pretty open, but the main idea is that they end up growing fond of each other and wanting to meet again. 

Alternatively, we could do a similar plot, but instead it would be with her boss and the owner of the brothel. 

  Your idea. 

I’m open to hearing whatever ideas or plots you’d like us to play. Perhaps you have been craving a specific pairing, or you have a plot that you started with someone else but got ditched. I’m here to listen! 

  Other pairings we could try: 

Stalker/Obsession

Teacher/Student

Doctor or Psychiatrist/Patient

Kidnapper/Kidnapped

Greek mythology pairing (I’m not too familiar with these except for Persephone/Hades, so feel free to bring your own if you’re interested in this)

*I’m also into supernatural creatures (werewolves, vampires, witches, etc) and it’s definitely something we could incorporate into our plots. 

What are you into when it comes to NSFW, and likewise what are your limits?

My kinks include: Dd/lg, orgasm control, light bondage, collars and leashes, oral, gagging, roughness, spanking, bdsm, breath control/choking, light petplay, clothed sex, outdoor/semi public spots, dub con, humiliation, dirty talk, name calling, body worship, masturbation, pain play, being marked (bruises, hickeys, etc), handcuffs, controlling and possessive behaviour, and probably some more that I can’t think of on the spot. 

My limits are: Scat, vore, watersports, feet, unrealistic body proportions/sizes, excessive cum, basically anything unrealistic. If you’re unsure about something, ask. 

  I’m interested, where can we contact you? 

Happy to hear that! Shoot me an email at equallybored0@gmail.com, and we can see where this goes. If we’re compatible and decide to RP together, I will give you my discord. 

Make sure that upon contacting me you tell me a little bit about yourself, some suggestions/ideas, what you’re looking for, etc. 

[pythagoreanwhump]

🖊! :0

Alright, this is a side character, Maria, but I used her in an RP with @straight-to-the-pain and decided to develop her a bit more

it’s much longer than I anticipated, 1579 words

CW: death, war, torture (duh)

Maria Brooks had ambition. She wanted to be a leader, and one visit from an army recruiter to her school was all it took for her to make up her mind to go to Sandhurst. He tried her very best in every class, but the only one she excelled at without much effort was field combat. Soon enough, she directed every team to secure buildings, called para-jumps, etc. Everything a good military leader did.

But she didn’t want that. She didn’t want to be out in the field risking her life. She didn’t crave the adrenaline rush when you head into a firefight. If she did, she wouldn’t have gone to Sandhurst, she’d just have enlisted and be done with it. What she wanted was a stable job with a future. To sit in an office and call the shots. Maybe she has to do all the boring stuff first, just following orders, but with time, she will rise up the ranks and do the important things. All her subordinates would respect her.

Needless to say, she wasn’t happy with it when she was appointed as the leader of a secret task force. One that spends all their time in the field, risking their lives with no recognition. If they die, their bodies will be left in a ditch somewhere with no one to claim. If they get captured, they’ll spend the rest of their life in a dark cell, knowing no one was coming to them. And if they survive, they’ll get assigned to an inconsequential job in a small town somewhere, listening to phone taps of people discussing the weather until retirement.

But still, she was the leader, right? She lead a team that all listens to her. She doesn’t even have to do any of the dangerous things, she can leave her team to do that. She never understood why her team didn’t trust her. Not until Elias showed up.

Oh, Elias. It was impossible to say that Maria wasn’t bitter when some random Russian showed up and within hours the team was following his every word. He rushed into battle with them, and they fought together, shoulder to shoulder, while Maria shrunk back and did the paperwork. They went to bars after work, joking about the day while she watched them have all the fun. Her team was cold to her. They treated her exactly the way she treated her direct superior. Respect out of necessity, not because she was worthy of it. They only talked to her when absolutely necessary, and that wasn’t much.

Elias tried to be nice to her. He invited her to join after he had driven all the others back to their homes, drunk (he never got drunk even though he drank the most out of all of them. He’s Russian after all). For the first couple weeks, she down a cup of brandy, quietly thank him, and head home herself. He respected that and didn’t try to talk much to her. It was on the third week that she spoke to him first.

She asked him why everyone liked him and not her. He smiled and didn’t say anything. She asked again the next day, and he told her to watch. So she did.

He made the battle plans. “You,” he points to a member of the team and where their position should be. “And you,” the same. “And you,” It was the exact thing that she did. And then he’d add, “And I’ll be here,” He points, “Right behind you guys.”

He rushed into danger. Not because he liked it, but because he didn’t want anyone else to get hurt. “Wait,” he’d warn Sam, “It’s too dangerous. I’ll go.”

And after each battle, he’d hang back. Sit next to a team member who got hit by a piece of shrapnel. He didn’t always say anything, he was just there for them. When Gabrielle killed an enemy for the first time, he just wrapped an arm around her shoulders while she sobbed.

One day, at the bar, she said thank you to him twice. Once when he asked her if she wanted to get a drink together, and once as she was about to leave. He wanted to ask her what she was thanking him for, but she was already gone.

The next day, they were planning for a mission. “We need someone to head into the control room, it’s well-guarded,” he said.

“I’ll do it.” All the heads turned to her. “It’s not like I’m doing anything else. Don’t look at me like that. I know it’s dangerous, but I’m not just a cake eater.” She knew that’s what they thought of her.

Simon gave her a fist bump before they went in. She wished him good luck.

Gabrielle was on the gangway underneath her. She was a good shot, killing the three terrorists surrounding her in quick succession, but she didn’t see the one rounding the corner. Maria landed a bullet in his head right as he raised his gun towards Gabrielle. Gabrielle jumped at the sound, turning around to see the terrorist crumpling, a hole on his forehead leaking blood. She looked up into Maria’s eyes and smile, mouthing the words “Thank you”.

They all warmed up to her after that, and she was in every battle with them. She still didn’t like the rush of adrenaline, it made her feel like she was losing control of herself. But she feels good when she saves the life of a friend. That’s what she thinks of them now, friends.

She was the closest with Elias. Two officers who spend their lives in the field. Maria tended to do the reconnaissance while Elias stayed with the team, leading from the inside. That’s why she blamed herself. It was her fault. It was supposed to be her there, not Elias.

The mountain pass. That’s where it happened. He said it reminded him of his hometown and that he wanted to see what it looked like before they had to spill blood there. He missed his home. So she agreed.

Two days later, when she arrived with the team, blood had already been spilt there. Elias’ jacket, blood soaking it and blocking out the camouflage pattern, was waving in the wind, tied onto a tree.

She blamed herself. She tried her best to find him. She’s made rash decisions in the process, some that may have resulted in them narrowly missing a chance to rescue him. She blamed herself. She blamed herself for Elias being captured. She blamed herself for his captors hurting him. And she blamed herself for not saving him.

When he showed up on their doorstep, bones broken and bleeding all over, his eyes with barely any light in them, she wanted to plunge a knife into the person that was with him. The person that tortured him. The nerve of him to come here! She didn’t care that he was undercover, that they were on the same side, that they ultimately saved Elias’ life. He had hurt Elias, her teammate, her friend, and she wanted him to pay. Elias was the only one that tried to stop her. The others felt the same.

Elias couldn’t be here forever. Some big coordinated raids the the organization they were after and they were reduced to small scattered cells. Elias returned to Russia and she got her wish of a stable desk job. Calling in some favors, she was even able to reunite most of the original team.

Well, stable desk job isn’t the aptest description. Most desk jobs don’t involve torture. She’s been trained in interrogation, and she’s damn good at it. She knew torture doesn’t work. If it did, Elias would’ve talked when he was in that hellhole. If it did, SERE training wouldn’t be a thing (and she wouldn’t have scored top of her class for it. She’s still quite proud of that). But the cake eaters seemed to think so. Her team must be rubbing off on her, calling the top brass cake eaters. She doesn’t ask questions. Her methods might not be good, but she knew she was working for the “good guys”. Her superiors never told her anything, and at first, she dug around. She got in trouble for that, and all she found was the atrocities committed by those she tortured. So she followed her orders and contented herself with the little information she was given. She trusted her handler. He knew that she wanted to think that she was doing good, so he gave him whatever proof of it he was allowed. Even when he wasn’t allowed to disclose it, she was content was his promises that it was.

But it weighed on her. What kind of normal person liked to torture others? She was still normal, wasn’t she? Even after she left that post, what she did still haunted her. Screams in her nightmares, seeing the faces of those she had hurt in the faces of passersby.

She asked for a transfer. Back into the fields again. To once again feel the camaraderie forged only by fighting together. She wanted to do something, not just sit in front of a desk for a day and go home, giving everyone she met only a polite smile. That what everything she had wanted when she was fresh out of Sandhurst.

That assignment changed her, but she didn’t regret it. She never will.

[eponymous-rose]

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E12 (Apr 3, 2018)

Happy 60th episode, Talks Machina! Take that, only-12-episodes-of-Critical-Role! (NB: Brian made the same joke like five minutes into the episode. I don’t know what this says about me.)

Tonight’s guests are Pillow Matt Mercer, Matt Mercer, and Marisha Ray!

Announcements: the first five episodes of Key Question are available on Alpha, Dani Carr’s Critical Recap will be on Thursdays before the show, C2E12′s podcast will be available this Thursday (”How neat!”), Wednesday Club will be on tomorrow, Critical Role will be attending C2E2 in Chicago on April 7-8.

Matt names all the episodes (he now comes up with a name right after the episode, which may or may not match his working title for the session) and Dani writes the descriptions (for early episodes, it was Taliesin).

@critrolestats for this episode:

Sam held his pose for 12 minutes and 12 seconds. Travis’ thumbs-up moment in C1E61 was 7 minutes and 51 seconds.

Episode 12 had the first point of damage dealt by Frumpkin.

This was the first time this campaign we’ve had a friendly KO.

There were 21 bird calls made in this episode.

This campaign has now passed 1,000 d20 rolls. 1,052 total!

This campaign has also now passed 50 natural 20s. 55 total!

Joe Manganiello pops up on FaceTime, calling from the very fancy Gary Gygax Memorial DM Chair. As one does. There’s a brief discussion about amazing minis and casting him as Wolverine. Brian: “Dude, can you believe... that guy’s a nerd.”

Had Beau been involved in the infirmary debacle, Marisha suspects she’d be a lot less nice than Fjord.

If the team hadn’t picked up Ulog, he would’ve tried to infiltrate the High Richter’s house by himself partway through, and possibly could’ve ended up in an altercation with the party. There was also the chance of developing a rift with the Knights of Requital if things had gone badly in a different way.

Beau can step up to a leadership role when the group’s goals are in jeopardy, but it’s still generally rooted in selfish reasons.

Was the Rug of Smothering revenge for the magic carpet-related antics in the first campaign? Matt: “In hindsight, subconsciously, maybe?”

There was another chamber with some extra information they could’ve acquired, there were some challenges they avoided, but Matt doesn’t want to get into specifics in case the party decides to go back at some point.

Gif of the week: a valiant struggle against a flying foe.

Matt briefly considered having the Metagaming Pigeon make an appearance to drop a hint about mage hand, but decided it was more fun to bring it up after the fact.

If Fjord and Caleb had been actively in combat when she arrived, the High Richter would’ve turned around and brought in the guards instead of coming in alone. Many of the group could’ve wound up being arrested.

Matt is enjoying being able to space out the intense moments and give people a chance to explore their characters, especially after the constant intensity of high-level D&D at the end of the last campaign.

Everyone is delighted at the second username of the night that ends with a “69″.

Marisha suspects that Beau and Fjord might have similar morality beats, although Fjord’s better at holding his cards close to his chest.

Ulog’s item was a Necklace of Fireballs with only one use left. His final fatal attack was a last-ditch secondary plan in case things went south.

Marisha points out that Beau doesn’t know yet that Ulog’s dead.

Fanart of the week: a glimpse at the events at the end of the episode.

Matt placed the scroll purposely as an invitation for character drama: “I put it there knowing it was going to cause a ruckus... but I didn’t think it was going to cause that much of a ruckus.” Marisha: “Fuckin’ reality show director here.”

Marisha’s reaction to the ending was: “Wow, that escalated quickly!” Beau’s still in shock over all this, and right now her only thought is, “Run.”

Matt is a little defensive over people pointing out how many towers he’s brought down between the two campaigns (there’s a great back-and-forth where he points out that one of them was the party’s fault, but Marisha insists that they were inspired by a previous tower falling, and I’m really dodging spoilers here so let’s get out of this parenthetical). Marisha gets into how a tower is generally a symbol of power and established order.

Marisha points out that the whole party is trying to keep in mind that they’re just level 3 and they’re not established heroes, so they can’t run towards the problem the way VM could. Brian points out that VM was also already at will-die-for-each-other levels of loyalty at their big crisis point, whereas MN are still begrudging allies for the most part.

Matt, on the players now knowing to look for plot clues in smut: “I am so excited for them to be hoarding all the smut and have none of it inform anything for the rest of the campaign.” Later: “Please... please don’t keep doing that.” He loves the idea of some ultra-powerful future-seer in-universe hiding all this stuff in smut.

Matt is continually surprised at the weird parallels between the campaigns that keep creeping in here and there, like the intra-party conflict right before the big upheaval.

Marisha tries to RP her combat and find in-universe reasons to do new things. She’s looking forward to having the Cobalt Soul abilities really start to kick in. Matt points out that the Cobalt Soul abilities are situationally useful.

Asked about Lord Sutan being from the same family that lost the Plate of the Dawnmartyr in a game of cards last campaign, Matt says: “...maybe.”

Matt put in a few red flags for Ulog to see if the party would pick up on just how desperate he was (like giving away his life’s savings to the party).

There was an alternate plan out there for the party to learn about the Crick (that they can still avail themselves of), but the smut plot was made up on the spot as a tease of information.

Who does Beau trust the most in the Mighty Nein? Marisha: “Probably Jester, believe it or not. Jester’s the most open book thus far.” Brian asks to what extent she trusts what Jester says. “Beau thinks that Jester believes what she believes, and that’s enough for Beau. She sees her as being 100% forthright.”

Matt is enjoying being able to bring in these lower-level enemies he didn’t get a chance to use in the last campaign.

Dark Times at Talks Machina High on Alpha:

Pillow Matt is the true power behind the throne and gets his own splitscreen.

Matt had a plan in mind if the party had opted to turn in the Knights of Requital. They would’ve received a reward, gotten in good with the Crownsguard and the High Richter, and probably would’ve been invited to the Gala. It was possible that they could’ve taken plot hooks that took them further from the tower, and they may have only heard about the events of that night the next day.

Marisha feels like, compared to the other team, she and Jester did “pretty fuckin’ okay” at casing their building, and they even managed to retain their dignity.

Of everybody, Matt most fears the notion of Jester getting her hands on a Deck of Many Things.

Matt’s priority as a DM is always to keep his players excited and engaged. He finds D&D to be a great exercise in renewing friendships and relationships. Marisha has really come to appreciate the problem-solving aspects of the game.

Matt’s moving mouth has been superimposed on Pillow Matt. “What have you done.”

Information about VM is not common knowledge in the Empire, especially since Wildemount either wasn’t directly involved in or didn’t really believe a lot of the threats they faced. It would be a history roll for the current characters to learn more about them.

Matt does an alarmingly good Keyleth impression when Brian points out that Marisha’s perfect attendance means Matt’s never had to play her character.

Marisha recommends getting Dwarven Forge by running a D&D game at your work as a corporate team-building exercise. Some talk of tax fraud gets bandied around. It’s fine.

[cleocazo]

im . never on this blog anymore. but. im still a member of sidekickhq & i now play ,,, sm characters who all have sO MANY wanted connections ( there are thirty nine underneath the cut ! ) so if ur looking for a new rp ( its a marvel/dc next gen / canon rp and its .. v fun . has some rly nice members and a rly welcoming + supportive groupchat ) and wanna join w some connections already made this could b for u ! i play like nine chars and if given the chance .. ill throw them all @ everyone 

PLATONIC.

( REEVA SUMMERS ), our ( KEHLANI ) fc is looking for her ( PARANORMAL INVESTIGATION SQUAD ) who look like ( PLAYERS CHOICE ) and are ( BETWEEN 21 AND 26 ). you ( DO ) have to contact prior to applying at ( SPECTRVLS or discord ). ( so i’m looking for four more characters to fill up the squad of six that also includes jeannie drake-kent !! they’re basically a small group of people who never thought to create an official school club to satisfy the need in their life for spooky shit, and instead found like minded people on their own and became.. kinda a little mystery gang! reeva is the true believer “leader” of the group, because she’s .. spooky inclined and started down this path for some p hard to explain reasons, jeannie is the velma of the group, and past that… we’re really in need of every other type! they might branch into their own buzzfeed unsolved style youtube channel at some point, which could mean that they need people for cameras / sound / etc, but … there r plenty of options so! )

( MAKENA THURMAN ), our ( ZOE KRAVITZ ) fc is looking for her ( ADULTHOOD SUX SQUAD / THREE - FOUR FRIENDS ) connection who look like ( UTP ) who are ( ANY AGE ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( you know what’s hard about adulthood? all of it. makena was kinda super shuttled towards having to be a functioning adult when keely came along, but that doesn’t mean she 1. enjoys it and 2. is any good at it. paying bills on time is hard. remembering to renew her internet security is hard. getting regular smear tests? hard. nothing is easy, and this is the group of friends she laments that with. three to four wine mom’s / dad’s / parent’s / people who aren’t parents but who are in or around the same age and having just as much trouble adjusting / etc who met in a doctors office or something and who now get together every week just to drink wine and complain about taxes and anti-vaxxers. ) ( walt wilson + more )

( TRIXIE ESPINOZA ), our ( CHRISTIAN SERRATOS ) fc is looking for a ( GUARDIAN ANGEL, FLIPPED ) connection who looks like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and is ( ANY AGE ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( how is it flipped, u might ask? well.. trixie is the guardian angel, in this scenario, and this person is someone she’s met along her merry way and who she’s trying to help, real lowkey. that can be in one of two ways: either they’re always in some sort of physical pain that she’s helping them with, OR they’re someone who’s usually in a lot of emotional pain, which she can hone in on with her angel given empathetic healing powers and ease. how they met and what exactly is going on is to be decided, and how they’d react to knowing that trixie spends a lot of time focusing on them and making them feel better without ever asking if she could / if they wanted her to do that is really up in the air, but… pls. )

( VICTORIA CREED ), our ( STELLA MAEVE ) fc is looking for ( SOMEONE TO PROTECT ) who looks like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and is ( ANY AGE / PREFERABLY YOUNGER THAN HER ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( from now and until the end of her life, victoria is gonna be living with what she’s done, and working on making herself better. i like the idea of her coming across someone who’s just… good. the goodness radiates off of them, and they make her think of all the innocent people she’s hurt, and also kind of make her think about the innocent person she could have been, if the world allowed - and maybe they’re not having such a good time of it, or maybe they are and she just wants to make sure that things never sour for them, but either way, she takes it upon herself to be their guardian angel. maybe more accurately. personal attack dog. she works hard to keep them safe and to her that means being willing to lay her life down for them at a moments notice and being equally as willing to take a life for them, too. )

( ADRIAN TREVOR ), our ( TOM HARDY ) fc is looking for a ( BRO ) connection who looks like ( JAMIE DORNAN, KAREENA KAPOOR, DANIEL GILLIES, BIANCA LAWSON / UP TO PLAYER ) and is ( 30+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( basically… when you look for “bromance aesthetic”, they’re the search results. adrian is that one guy who’s a total gruff dumbass on the surface, but underneath, he’s such a genuine soft person who’s just so tired, and who just… keeps trying to do the right thing and continues to fuck it up. he’s a loyal friend, and like in all aspects of his life, he tries - but he isn’t always great, and this is the one person in his life who has really stuck by him, and who’s really in his corner when he needs it. likewise, he’s in theirs. they’re probably way more put together than he is, with a lot more going for them - but their bond is unshakable, and they’ll always be bros. )

( ADRIAN TREVOR ), our ( TOM HARDY ) fc is looking for a ( ARMY SQUAD / THREE TO FOUR PEOPLE ) connection who look like ( JON HAMM, MATT DAVIS, EVANGELINE LILLY, RASHIDA JONES / UP TO PLAYER ) who are ( 30+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( adrian was in the british army from ages seventeen to twenty six, when a serious injury brought his honorable career to a sudden end. he was the only survivor of a landmine related explosion, and a few of his friends died that day - but some of the people he was closest to survived, and i’d love for him to have their friendship, even now. they would have known him at his happiest and most put together, and have been witness to just how badly he fell apart when it was all said and done, and there’s just.. something really lovely to me in the idea of him clinging to their friendship more than he clings to any sort of relationship like that. )

( NIKKI BARTON ), our ( PHOEBE TONKIN ) fc is looking for a ( PARTY SQUAD / THREE TO FOUR PEOPLE ) connection who look like ( LAKEITH STANFIELD, THERESA PALMER, SHILOH FERNANDEZ, ALISHA BOE / UP TO PLAYER  ) who are ( 21+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( think… gossip girl flashbacks to when the core squad was younger, everyone was drunk or high, and they were… dancing on bars and having fights with the shower head and just being general delinquents. that’s this squad. they met through the party scene, and their friendship survives only because of it. nikki indulges their bad habits, and they certainly indulge hers - the entire group heading out pretty routinely to turn up at nightclubs and wingguy the heck out of each other. they’ve NEVER had a sober conversation and they support each others inklings even when they shouldn’t, but there’s… some loyalty, in the sense that they don’t ditch each other when the cops crash whatever rave they’ve found to be at. )

( NIKKI BARTON ), our ( PHOEBE TONKIN ) fc is looking for a ( YOUNGER SIBLING FIGURE ) connection who looks like ( UP TO PLAYER ) who is ( UNDER 21 ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( so! i’m into two versions of how this goes, but both of them are down to one thing: nikki has never had a sibling, and with the shitty homelife she’s had… she’s always kind of craved one. she sees something of herself in this character, and that’s where the option is. either they’re sweet and innocent and something to be protected, like she once was… or they’re a demon straight out of the depths of hell, and someone she can see her current self in. nikki will take them under her wing and be a voice of reason, if needed, or a cool older figure who can supply them with booze, if .. also needed. it’s p open cause i’m not too fussy ! )

( NORA LANCE-QUEEN ), our ( TAISSA FARMIGA ) fc is looking for ( RICH KID FRIENDS / SQUAD OF FIVE INCL. NORA ) who look like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and are ( 21+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( give nora her rich kid squad! i’m into this idea of this squad of kids - all in or around the same age - having grown up around one another in that upper class scene, and having gotten shoved together by parents or sitters and told to play nice. as they got older they just sort of continued to go with it, and the cracks started showing a long time ago, but it’s only now that they’re adults they’re starting to act on it. there might be some genuine friendships in the bunch, but i’m most interested in the splintering and seeing where the friendships are falling apart because they were built on not much at all - so throw ‘em at me! )

( NORA-LANCE-QUEEN ), our ( TAISSA FARMIGA ) fc is looking for her ( CLOSEST FRIENDS / SQUAD OF FOUR INCL. NORA ) who look like ( ABIGAIL BRESLIN, DEMETRIUS JOYETTE, GAGE GOLIGHTLY, ROSS BUTLER / UP TO PLAYER ) who are ( 21+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( this is the COMPLETE opposite to nora’s rich kid squad. these are people who chose to be friends - and maybe, they were at the same private schools or something, but they made a conscious decision to become as close as they are and they’ve worked on keeping their friendship strong over the years, meaning that they’re all genuine friends, and all genuinely there for one another. there’s no ulterior motive. just straight up love and respect, and who doesn’t need a whole lot of that? )

ROMANTIC. 

( ADRIAN TREVOR ), our ( TOM HARDY ) fc is looking for an ( EX-WIFE ) connection who looks like ( LAUREN COHAN, SARAH SHAHI, JULIA JONES, KRISTEN BELL / UP TO PLAYER ) who is ( 30+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( ex-wife. as in. not his wife anymore. as in… they’re actually still married, lowkey, but the marriage itself actually only lasted six months, and neither has been near enough to the other to do anything about a divorce since the split. when adrian was at his lowest - and believe me, messy as he is now, now is NOT that time - he made a lot of poor decisions. he did a lot of things in order to try and make himself feel better, and he indulged in alcohol and short lived relationships left and right trying to find some reason to keep on going. he was twenty nine, when they started to date, casually, and he had just turned thirty when they married at gretna green. six months later, i imagine she’d gotten sick of this guy who she thought would MAYBE change, and they split - never to see one another again, ‘til now. i think it’d be more fun if she was someone he grew up with, who he kind of… latched onto, in a way, turning a friendship into something more. it probably never fit right, but both were willing to give it a go. there’ll be lots of potential for angst and stuff cos why wouldn’t there be, and i’m just.. p into it. )

( ADRIAN TREVOR ), our ( TOM HARDY ) fc is looking for an ( EX-FLING / MOTHER OF HIS CHILD ) connection who looks like ( EVA GREEN, MILA KUNIS, EVA LONGORIA, HOLLY MARIE COMBS ) who is ( 30+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DO ) have to contact prior to applying at ( FIIDELIS ). ( so! i won’t go into everything about this one here cause i wanna try keep it short, but basically… they were on and off and never really an official item for years - way back to when he was still in the army, meeting up and having relations whenever he was home / free for a while - and were… complete opposites. on the surface, it seemed as if she was the sweet and innocent angel, and he was this rough geezer. in actuality, SHE’S kinda cold hearted - in the best of ways - and he’s the softie, but… not many people rly knew that truth. anyway, they came to an end right around the time he got into his short lived relationship + marriage, and he always thought of her as a big “what if”… right up to last year when he discovered that after they had ended, she had moved to the states and had his son. the kid is seven now, and she never told him for obvious reasons, but he’s here only to try and make something work - he never WANTED to have a kid, but he’s not going to deny him now he knows. we can talk out p much everything, but ! yeah ! )

( NIKKI BARTON ), our ( PHOEBE TONKIN ) fc is looking for a ( EX-FLING / MAX. FOUR ) connection who looks like ( DIANE GUERRERO, SAM CLAFLIN, HALSEY, CHACE CRAWFORD / UP TO PLAYER ) who is ( 21+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( i’ve said it before and it’s time to say it again. nikki is highly fuckt up. she’s never learnt how to… feel, the way she should have, and this means that when it comes to romance and whatnot, she’s… not great. in fact. the only way she knows how to express feelings that she has in line with romance is by having sex, and so, her life has been littered with meaningless flings that ultimately went nowhere because she turned what could have been something into a brief affair. that means that she has a lot of exes, and all of them come with a story… and i’m pretty interested in working those out with people. )

( MAKENA THURMAN ), our ( ZOE KRAVITZ ) fc is looking for her ( TUGGED-ALONG-ON-A-STRING-EX ) connection who looks like ( RAMI MALEK, LAKEITH STANFIELD, KEKE PALMER, JANEL PARRISH / UTP ) who is ( 25+ ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. (from the time she was nineteen to when they officially broke up, she and cooper kent had a … pretty volatile relationship. there was a lot of love, don’t get me wrong - but they were two strong personalities with a tendency to explode, and sometimes, simple arguments turned into them being “on a break”. both dated other people during such times, but this is someone who makena kind of.. led on, i suppose, for lack of a better term. they dated more than once. they were her go to, for a time, whenever she and cooper split. and she didn’t like herself for it - she’s not THAT bad - but she wasn’t ever good at being alone, meaning that it just kept happening, even if she recognized she should have let them go, because she was always going to go back to cooper. eventually, for reasons to be discussed, it did come to an end, but it had definitely already gone on for too long, and how things are now is up in the air. )

( MAKENA THURMAN ), our ( ZOE KRAVITZ ) fc is looking for her ( BAD INFLUENCE BLENDED WITH FRIEND + BENEFITS ) connection who looks like ( MANNY MONTANA, EMMA GREENWELL, JORDAN CONNOR, LEIGH ANNE PINNOCK / UTP ) who is ( 24+ ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( makena is kinda .. an ass, but at her core, she’s not so bad. this character is someone who’s textbook ‘villain’, someone she should be keeping at farther than arms length for her own sake & her kids, but who she’s had… more than one liaison with, because they’re pretty much addictive. something about them keeps her coming back in spite of herself, and who’s to say if falling into bed with someone who’s a lot more BAD than she is will end well? )

( NIKKI BARTON ), our ( PHOEBE TONKIN ) fc is looking for ( CURRENT FLINGS / MAX. FOUR ) who look like ( LAKEITH STANFIELD, RAMI MALEK, RITA VOLK, REBECCA BREEDS / UP TO PLAYER ) who is ( 22+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( just to reiterate an earlier point: nikki doesn’t know how to express feelings that line up with ‘liking someone’ or ‘general romance’ in any way that isn’t sex, and this means that she has.. a lot of short lived relationships with people, that probably WOULDN’T be so shortlived if she just learnt to use her words. likewise with the exes connection, she probably has a few people, with different dynamics with each, and i’m super interested in talking about those and working out… what drew them to one another, and how exactly they feel towards one another. )

( RAMONA DARKHOLME ), our ( MADCHEN AMICK ) fc is looking for her ( EX-FLINGS / MAX. FOUR ) who look like ( WINONA RYDER, SOFIA VERGARA, PEDRO PASCAL, HUGH DANCY / UP TO PLAYER ) and are ( 35+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( romy might have lost the love of her life, but she did not lose her sex drive. i’m sure there’s a better way i could have worded that, but… whatever. over the years since her fiance passed, romy has tried many times to move on - and that means she has quite a few exes scattered about the place, all of whom she has a different dynamic with. like any ex / current fling connect, i’m most interested in discussing how it started and all with people who want to do it, cause i think that’s the best way of making unique dynamics! )

FAMILIAL.

( TRIXIE ESPINOZA ), our ( CHRISTIAN SERRATOS ) fc is looking for her ( MOTHER / CHLOE DECKER ) who looks like ( LAUREN GERMAN, VERA FARMIGA, WINONA RYDER, SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR, AMY ACKER, PLAYERS CHOICE ) who is ( 40+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( if u have seen lucifer, then u already have a pretty good idea of trixie’s dynamic with her mom! her dad is great and all, but… chloe was the one who was REALLY there for her, ya know? i kinda had it hced that chloe is now with lucifer cause that’s how the show was heading to and i didn’t imagine anyone snagging anymore lucifer chars, but i’m! definitely open to changing that! just gimme her mom pls! )

( VICTORIA CREED ), our ( STELLA MAEVE ) fc is looking for a ( “HALF-SIBLING” / COUSIN ) connection who looks like ( DJ COTRONA, JASON RALPH, KATIE CASSIDY, TINASHE, ANTHONY RAMOS, PLAYERS CHOICE ) who is ( ANY AGE / PREFERABLY 26+ ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( so. yall best know yall can do what yall WANT, its just.. originally when i played vicki i had a wc for a “half-brother”, and i was thinking about it recently and think it could be… kinda fun. SO. this is for a kid of victor creed - either.. biologically, or another one that he just kinda . stole - that vicki actually knew during certain points of her life, because for the most part, she was pretty isolated. for whatever reason - maybe he just wanted someone to keep an eye on his investment or whatever - victor allowed these two to interact a bit more, and depending on how they were to one another, i feel that a certain loyalty definitely could have developed between them. vicki got fucked over a couple times and left in, like, japan for 9 months and a yemen prison for another six and incidents like that have dotted her life, but im kinda thinking this “half-sibling” could have been the one who.. helped her out, or was stuck there alongside her. gimme! )

OTHER. 

( NIKKI BARTON ), our ( PHOEBE TONKIN ) fc is looking for a ( EX-CLIENTS ) connection who looks like ( UP TO PLAYER ) who is ( ANY AGE ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( i’m gonna keep this one a little vague, cause.. i wanna leave it open to multiple people, and i think every single one of those could have a different sort of dynamic with her. nikki used to work as a drugrunner for a major dealer named callum. he was, for want of a better description - an abusive piece of shit, and he continued to be that right up until nikki killed him in self defense. HOWEVER, before he died and she got carted off to jail, nikki used to do a lot of jobs for him, and they led her across states. she would have rubbed shoulders with a lot of not so great people, but also some kinda ok ones. some might have heard what happened, others won’t and might be kinda confused about what the FUCK happened to their supply, but either way.. i want. also. callum coulda had some other helpers. idk. i just want it ALL. )

( RAMONA DARKHOLME ), our ( MADCHEN AMICK ) fc is looking for their ( EX-BROTHERHOOD GROUP MEMBERS ) connection who look like ( WINONA RYDER, PEDRO PASCAL, JADA PINKETT SMITH, ANGELA BASSETT, HALLY BERRY, NORMAN REEDUS, KEANU REEVES / PLAYERS CHOICE, MUST BE 40+ THO ) who are ( 45+ YEARS OLD. ) you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( any of them can maybe be kids of canons, depending ON the canon?? anyway. all of them - preferably about.. five, ig - are surviving members of the brotherhood group that romy ran, some nineteen years ago. they all worked together for YEARS, moving around europe a lot but spending some time settled in rural germany, which was ultimately where their particular crusade seemed to come to an end. intolerant humans attacked them, most were killed, and those that ran were assumed dead / assumed they were the only survivors, pretty much ‘til now. romy back means they’re probably gonna maybe want to restart what they were doing before, and this connection could rly go.. any way. maybe romy - ran into one of them at some point in the past, and relieved they were alive, kept in contact to call them someday, leading to their reunion now. maybe they’ve seen a familiar name in the paper, or on the paragon website. maybe this is just where the wind has blown them. i lov the idea of this squad, ‘kay, cos.. they spent a chunk of their time together, and for romy, they were less friends more #fam ) ( elijah creed + others )

( SIENNA THOMPKINS ), our ( ADRIA ARJONA ) fc is looking for a ( BUSINESS ASSOCIATE / CO-WORKER / WHATEVER TF U WOULD CALL IT ) connection who looks like ( PIPPA SOO, RAMI MALEK, MANNY MONTANA, KAREN FUKUHARA, PLAYERS CHOICE ) who is ( 27+ ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( think matt and foggy, avocados at law! sia is pretty set on becoming a real good private investigator, nowadays, after a long period of indecision - and i’d love for her to have someone along for that ride with her! i kinda imagine they met during the course of a law degree, cause that’s something sia actually holds, and then maybe.. lost contact for a hot minute as her life fell APART, but somehow or another have gotten back in touch and decided to open their firm together. halving the running costs, sharing the cases, helping each other out, etc. both their names can be over the door and it’s really just.. two best buds being best buds. )

( NORA LANCE-QUEEN ), our ( TAISSA FARMIGA ) fc is looking for an ( EX-FAKE PARTNER ) connection who looks like ( MANNY JACINTO, BEN HARDY, EMMA GREENWELL, JORDAN CONNOR, KEKE PALMER, PLAYERS CHOICE ) who is ( 24+ ). you ( DO ) have to contact prior to applying at ( BABYCANARY or discord ). ( i’ve put so little thought into this that it’s actually kinda hilarious BUT im a hoe for fake dating tropes and i think that an ex fake dating scenario is… so fuckin funny. anyway. nora was an up and coming hollywood star between ages eighteen to twenty two until life royally screwed her over, and this is.. a wc for a character who was maybe in the same setting / at least in a … high upper class one that would have allowed them rub shoulders, who was kinda the perfect person, in her managements eyes, to have on her arm. their relationship would have been all over tabloids for a while and they would have walked the red carpet together and done some fun interviews, and.. how it came to an end can be discussed, but i think it could be ! supes fun !   )

( MAKENA THURMAN ), our ( ZOE KRAVITZ ) fc is looking for her ( EX HOUSEMATE ) connection who looks like ( PIPPA SOO, ALFIE ENOCH, HAYLEY LAW, JOHN BOYEGA / UTP ) who is ( 25+ ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( in the years before her daughter was born, makena wasn’t always the most stable of people. she’s also never exactly been the WORST, but… she’s always had a lot of issues with keeping her emotions in check, and she used to be horribly selfish and petty, at the worst of times. after becoming friends in college, she and this character decided to get an apartment together and split the costs - but after a few months of this, shit hit the fan, and kena fucked up in a way that she couldn’t go back from, resulting in them kicking her out. they’ve barely spoken since, and she harbors.. a lot of resentment, for that fateful event. )

( MAKENA THURMAN ), our ( ZOE KRAVITZ ) fc is looking for her ( ACCIDENTAL VICTIM ) connection who looks like ( UTP ) who is ( ANY AGE ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( though she doesn't really know it ( she’s always suspected, but there’s no real way for her to check ), makena has some level of probability manipulation, inherited from her mother. for her, this manifested as doing well in tests she didn’t study for, but stressed about until her mutation kicked in, or being unusually good at convincing her parents to allow certain things, or… dot dot dot. a lot of lucky coincidences, if you will, have dotted HER life - but for this character, just being in the vicinity of the girl that doesn’t like them and who they certainly don’t like either ( reasons tbd ) turns their luck sour. she projects onto them unknowingly, twisting their luck and turning it bad - meaning that when they’re around kena, they’re FAR more likely to suffer some pretty horrible happenings. maybe they realize what’s happening, based solely on knowing about her mom. maybe not, and it’s something that needs to be discovered. either way… who’s to say how they’ll solve it?)

( TRIXIE ESPINOZA ), our ( CHRISTIAN SERRATOS ) fc is looking for ( MORTUARY COWORKERS ) who look like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and are ( ANY AGE ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( so !! trixie currently works at the local morgue, and as of right now… i think she’s the only one who does? and i’d love for her to have some coworkers there, cause it’s obviously such a heavy job, and i think… while it doesn’t phase trix, it would still be nice for her to have people who can relate to how TOUGH it can be sometimes, and who she can kind of have developed a little something something with. ) 

( TRIXIE ESPINOZA ), our ( CHRISTIAN SERRATOS ) fc is looking for ( ILLEGAL PATIENTS ) who look like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and are ( ANY AGE ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( trix is a med student, and she does a lot of work at the local hospital - but i also imagine that over the last few years, she’s sort of made a name for herself in the lowkey sense as someone who’s willing to treat patients out of hours / out of the hospital / etc on the downlow. if your character is a vigilante / hero / villain / etc, who sometimes gets themselves fuckt up and doesn’t want to make the big deal it could be by getting treated officially… hit her up ! she’ll fix you up for free, and she’ll do it discreetly. )

( TRIXIE ESPINOZA ), our ( CHRISTIAN SERRATOS ) fc is looking for her ( NON-BELIEVER ) who look like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and is ( ANY AGE ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( allow me introduce… the bitch that rly deserves to not be believed every once in a while. trixie’s parents chloe and dan might be entirely human - albeit, blessed - but her STEPFATHER is another story altogether, and given that she’s grown up aware of the fact that he’s the devil / his family are all angels / his friends are demons… she’s very comfortable with talking about it and all, and does that quite freely. given that line of talk can be pretty controversial, i’d love for her to have someone in her life.. a friend.. enemy.. frenemy, maybe.. who just. can’t believe her. they refuse to believe what she’s telling them about her family, for whatever reason, and this leads to.. so many arguments and debates. )

( VICTORIA CREED ), our ( STELLA MAEVE ) fc is looking for her ( THERAPIST ) who looks like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and is ( ANY AGE ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( victoria is just the latest in a line of traumatized students to begin attending the school / living in paragon, but… when i say she’d really benefit from having someone who’s trying to listen and understand and help her… i mean it. they don’t even have to be fully licensed therapists - and part of me kind of loves if it’s just someone doing this out of the goodness of their heart. she’s spent twenty six years being broken down into a shell of an actual human being, and under her “fathers” thumb, she’s never developed any sort of emotional or social or, well, normal skills needed to live, and really suffered every sort of abuse a person could. she certainly has some sort of stockholm syndrome from it all that’s going to be hard to break through, and she just needs someone who’ll listen, and hear her, and then.. offer a shoulder to lean on, or offer words that might help her through. )

( VICTORIA CREED ), our ( STELLA MAEVE ) fc is looking for her ( TUTOR / ANY NUMBER OF ) who looks like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and is ( ANY AGE ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( again ! victoria is another in a long line joining the school who doesn’t really have.. any sort of formal education behind her, and while i do think it’s a good idea to have her go down this path, i struggle to see how she’ll make it without having people willing to work with her. she’s smart, and she’ll pick things up quite quickly, but she’s still going to be a difficult sort of student just because she’s never really had to learn things in this kind of setting - people with patience encouraged, but people without would be equally fun )

( VICTORIA CREED ), our ( STELLA MAEVE ) fc is looking for ( victims ) who look like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and are ( ANY AGE ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( twenty six years spent being little more than another weapon in victor creed’s hands means that victoria has… a lot of blood on her hands. i dare say that none of it is blood she wanted to spill, but the fact remains that she never really knew enough torefuse. she’s done a lot of things she’s not proud of, and she’s hurt a lot of people - meaning she’s going to be spending a great deal of her very long life trying, in vain, to make amends in some way. i want for her to encounter people who she’s hurt. either directly, or that… she hurt their family or distant family before alongside victor, and either she recognizes them and seeks them out, or they recognize her and seek her out. give her people who shout and scream about what she’s done, and people who can’t believe she’s being allowed walk around and keep on living. give her people who know she was just another victim of a psychopath, who could maybe give her something she’s never had before - forgiveness - and make her feel a way she’s also… never felt before. give her all sorts of connections under this heading bc i think it’s unrealistic if she has none. )

( ADRIAN TREVOR ), our ( TOM HARDY ) fc is looking for a ( NEW BOSS / ANYONE WHO WORKS ) connection who looks like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and is ( 30+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( right now, adrian’s main job is pouring coffee for millennials at starbucks. he’s ex-army and current gang, and he’s really not got that much going for him - but it’d be nice, if there was someone out there in a better place, job wise, willing to give him a shot. he needs to get that bread! )

( ADRIAN TREVOR ), our ( TOM HARDY ) fc is looking for a ( NEW BOSS x2 / ANY PRESS ADJACENT CHARACTER WHO WORKS ) connection who looks like ( UP TO PLAYER ) who is ( 30+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( can you tell that i literally… do not know what to refer to this connection as? lmao. anyway he’s an independent journalist - who writes things on like… avocado recipes and shit for whoever will hire him at a time - and i’m not sure on the newspaper / general press situation here, but i’d love for someone to read his writing and take him on as some sort of regular reporter. i imagine it would remain secondary to his “main” job if only because he really needs to keep himself afloat here, but over time, i’d love to see him succeed and actually become the journalist who writes about relevant things that he’s always dreamt of being. )

( NIKKI BARTON ), our ( PHOEBE TONKIN ) fc is looking for a ( TUTOR ) connection who looks like ( UP TO PLAYER ) who is ( 20+ ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( nikki is! not great! at anything, really, but specifically college. she barely got her ged, and she’s been scraping by since trying to make herself do well. i want for her to have someone she sees regularly - and either gets along with or DOESN’T - who helps her out with her studies, because while she’s messy and it mightn’t seem it, succeeding and doing something good in her life is actually her lowkey dream, and she doesn’t want to flunk if possible. )

( MAKENA THURMAN ), our ( ZOE KRAVITZ ) fc is looking for a ( BOSS ) connection who look like ( JASON MOMOA ) and is ( 30+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( kena works at the karma klub as an accountant and booking agent, and i’d ! love for her manager / owner of the klub / honestly… whatever tf / to be a jason momoa face, just because… their pics are supes cute and i think it’d be really sweet if kena had this older guy in her life who’s almost, like… someone guiding her? they’re in the scene longer than her, they can provide some tips and tricks, and just past the job aspect.. neither of her parents are here, so it would be nice for her to have someone who can sort of step into that role and be someone who she has learnt to be able to go to and confide in, when needed. ) 

( REEVA SUMMERS ), our ( KEHLANI ) fc is looking for ( PEOPLE SEEKING GHOSTS ) who look like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and are ( ANY AGE ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( i dont know what to refer to this as, but… on top of doing some general occult things for people at paragon as a way of keeping her skills sharp, reeva… will also, when able to, communicate with people’s lost loved ones for free because helping ghosts and helping people are two things equally important to her. if she can pass along a message from the living to the dead or vice versa that might provide either with some sort of peace, then she’s all in. give her people she’s trying to help or give me, specifically, death )

( RAMONA DARKHOLME ), our ( MADCHEN AMICK ) fc is looking for a ( APPRENTICE ) connection who looks like ( UP TO PLAYER ) and is ( YOUNGER THAN 30 ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( right now, she’s a security guard and mechanic, but over her 53 years, romy has been a lot of things. while i see this as someone who she’s grown quite close to / taken under her wing / been adopted by who’s interested in learning the tricks of the mechanics trade, i’d be willing to talk with anyone on changing that and making what they’re learning from romy into something different! i just think it’d be neat if she had someone who’s almost becoming a child figure, in her eyes, who she can kinda… learn to be softer with, and really practice with in regards to learning how to be a better mother. )

( SIENNA THOMPKINS ), our ( ADRIA ARJONA ) fc is looking for a ( PREVIOUS ROOMMATE ) connection who looks like ( LUKE MITCHELL,  LEIGH ANNE PINNOCK, NORMANI KORDEI, SINQUA WALLS / UP TO PLAYER ) and is ( 24+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( way back when she was eighteen, sia left wayne manor - where she had been living with her father, alfred - and moved so she could be closer, if not in, gotham city. it suited her better, at the time, and she shared an apartment with a friend she met at gotham academy who split expenses and probably knows sia from both… a time when she was at her most carefree and reckless, and a sia who was at her most sad and closed in. they’re someone she still, to this day, would consider one of her closest friends - and i’d love to work out why they didn’t choose to continue living together, and if they’ve been in contact much since sia left gotham!  )

( SIENNA THOMPKINS ), our ( ADRIA ARJONA ) fc is looking for a ( TRAINING PARTNER ) connection who looks like ( LIAM HEMSWORTH,  SURAJ SHARMA, TATIANA MASLANY, EMMA GREENWELL / UP TO PLAYER ) who is ( 24+ YEARS OLD ). you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( sia used to be batgirl, once upon a time! and she was good at it! she was a good hero! then life turned pretty shitty and she hung up the mask, and she… continued down a pretty good path, until life turned more shitty, and she lost herself a bit. losing herself, and giving into feelings of hopelessness and anger and grief, really shed light on something sia kept from even herself for years - that she’s never really belonged or felt as if she did, anywhere, other than when she was batgirl. she’s started training again in hopes of being able to one day step out as some sort of vigilante hero again, and i REALLY want her to have someone who she’s confided her dream in, and who’s helping her achieve it. maybe they could… be… partners… :~~ )

[fox-household]

Fox Household Christmas Morning 2018

So, while I didn’t end up having time for a proper Christmas chapter or anything, (sorry about that). But I still wanted to at least have something typed for what they did or what happened I guess. This is basically just going to be a description, I wrote this all in one go until 1 in the morning. Honestly staying up this late or even later for Christmas Eve, last year I spent a huge portion of time playing Person 3 FES and its epilogue, The Answer trying to finish it, I didn’t finish it then but I did on Christmas day, so that was cool, those feels to man... Persona 3 is the best in the series for sure when it comes to story. The Christmas Eves before that I ended up spending my nights on an app called Geeking until 2 to 3 in the morning, that was fun, haven’t been on there for a while now though. The next chapter is going to be the New Years one I mentioned, just need to force myself to finish it off without distracting myself as I’ve been doing recently, it’ll get there. Hope this doesn’t have to many errors since I got a little tired writing this. Merry Christmas everyone. 

Anyway, Christmas morning arrives and as it turns out, Asgore is the first one to wake up who then went onto wake-up Clover and then they woke up Sci then the chain reaction moved to Alphys until finally Muffet was awakened. Before moving on I would like to point out that for the first four, when they woke up they found a sort of web sac hanging from the roof which turned out to be Muffet’s presents, later it was found out she tried to give it early so she didn’t have to watch them open it and their reactions or thank you’s, Asgore ended up giving a lecture on doing such an ‘’unchristmas’’ action. None of them did open it in their room though, some figured out that it was presents and the others were just to scared to open it without context.

Alright, so next they all moved out to the living room, but before this there was a ring at the doorbell. For some background here, for newcomers and people from the RP for some of it. Twice we did a Christmas RP special and everyone got sweaters with their own puns (Actually I should also mention we basically did a CPAU with our characters, look it up if you haven’t it’s funny). For FH, I have made it canon that no matter where anybody is in the world on Christmas day, when they awoke, they would have a doorbell ring and when they went to check who rang the door, they found a Christmas sack which its contents included a sweater for the specific person. Nobody really knows the how or the why except that maybe Christmas magic actually exists. This does include other people as well unless you don’t want it to.  

Alphys went to the door and brought inside a sack which to everyone (except Clover) expected since it’d happened for the last two years. Sci got his green sweater where it said ‘Merry Mathsmas’ and around the sleeves there were strips that were embroided with maths symbols. Asgore got a crimson sweater that said, ‘Hope Christmas won’t be a Reigny Day in gold lettering’, the sweater also had a golden crown under the writing around where his belly is (Honestly thinking on it, it has very similar colours to Gryffindor merch in Harry Potter). Muffet had a sweater that was grey and purple, the clothing article was made of webs and according to her, was mostly made by her ‘children’, with the simple phrase ‘I am to fancy for my sweater’, which while it did have the slight chance it was mocking her, it amused her all the same and she was relieved she didn’t have to advertise Christmas puns. Alphys got a sweater that was a strange and not quite even mix of black and white that was in all these different curvy lines and stuff. People found it strange that hers wasn’t exactly Christmas related and while it was a pun, it made some of the people she showed a little weirded out or react strangely, nobody quite understood why besides that it looked strange, Alphys herself always preferred everybody else’s. On hers, in green lettering said ‘Math Puns are the first Sine of Madness’, except the word madness was in blood red, the main saving grace that gave it any sign of normalcy was the cute little Sine graph on the chest area that looked like it was ripped straight from a graphics calculator, people just brushed it off as being a weird one. However, what nobody had expected was that there was a fifth sweater, a new one for the girl who had not been related to any of the RP characters during Christmas so now it was her turn to receive a brand new, never before seen sweater. What Clover ended up unfolding was a yellow sweater, on the front and back of it was a what looked like the reticule and lines from a sniper optical sight made of dark brown (I’ll have a picture to show what I meant). On the back in the middle of the target was what appeared to be her cowboy hat and, on the front, just like the others, there was writing. On the front written in a silvery grey was ‘I Beretta not get coal for Christmas’. While she did her best to hide it and would never admit it, she was actually pretty happy to get her own sweater and was feeling a little left out at first.

Now onto the exciting part, them presents. I’m going to split each person into a hopefully small paragraph for what they got starting with Muffet. Also I need you to realise that Sci was giving out the presents in a Santa hat and Asgore was wearing reindeer antlers while also helping Sci with the handing out.

Muffet: Muffet specifically got two presents, one from Sci and one from the others. Since Clover and Asgore don’t have jobs at the moment and they don’t really have much of an allowance or anything, at the same time Alphys really doesn’t make all that much money herself (a topic for another time, AKA just ask I guess) so to help each other out, the three of them teamed up for Sci and Muffet. The team of three struggled for quite a while since the only thing they could really think of was a tea set, but they were sure she had a bunch of those, until they remembered another hobby of hers and with a little help from Sci’s suggestions, they figured it out. Muffet ended up opening the Christmas wrapping of a small wooden, suitcase shaped thing that opened up into a chess set, they figured out she could use one after they remembered she used to complain a little bit that her only chess set was left back home, and she didn’t want to risk bringing her glass one. Sci went on solo and with much less hassle than the others. The second gift the spider ended up gaining was a pair of very good quality headphones, ones that would help her listen to her music when she was working, something that only Sci really knew she loved. After opening the two of her presents, she did her best to act all cool about it and while she mostly succeeded, she did end up giving one of her rare, genuine friendly smiles, that show up every once a while, to everyone.

Sci: The skeleton also got two presents since it was from the trio and Muffet. The trio took a little time with him as well and probably struggled a bit and pretty much ended up looking stuff up online for ideas, in the end they just figured they could give him something amusing that he would use in a helpful way. So what they ended up finding and using was a Darth Vader toaster that made Star Wars toast, also they found him a Binary tie on the internet to add on the side. In Muffet’s web sac which was quite heavy, he found two things that were related, one was just a much better, higher end coffee machine than the small time one they already had, this one had a bunch of buttons and settings he was certain he would never use. On the side of that was also a small handheld expresso maker that could basically make coffee on the go. Although Muffet did warn him that if he ever overdoses on caffeine or she sees him sneaking in some Red Bull somewhere to use in combination, she wouldn’t hesitate to confiscate them off him. Sci found the toaster and an incredibly amusing present, one that really helped put him in a fun mood, the coffee gear was also very welcome, and he knew for certain there was going to be a heck of a lot of use out of it all. Sci thanked everyone happily and was itching to test out the new machines for breakfast.

Alphys: So, for Alphys, Clover and Asgore couldn’t rely on her, so they decided to try and get Muffet to help them a little, what she ended up doing was giving them a freaking $100 bill and saying just use that. Asgore refused to take so much so she ended up forcing them to take $75 instead. They did realise they probably didn’t need to work with Alphys after that, but they felt to guilty to ditch or anything, plus they wanted to help her too. Anyway, the two kids ended up giving her an incense holder along with a large collection of different incenses that were said to promote relaxation and sleep, Lavender being a big part of it. The logic of it was that since Al seemed so tired all the time, incense might be able to help her sleep. Muffet’s present for her was a few anime posters she could put up in her room, from ‘Mew Mew’, ‘Cells at Work’, ‘Violet Evergarden’ to finally the movie ‘Your Name’. Muffet did also grumble afterwards that ads had started thinking that she was into anime. Sci’s present was simple in that it was a gift card to a science supply place, some place where she could buy whatever she wanted for her basement lab. The only way I can describe Al after that was gleeful, she was super happy, all the gifts to her were perfect and thoughtful, although she needn’t worry that her presents weren’t good enough compared to those. (I’m onto you Al -_- )

Clover: Muffet straight up got her a gun range membership so she could go out and shoot stuff, although she did require adult supervision. Al and Sci were pretty clueless about what to get her to the point that they straight up asked her, hoping it was something reasonable. She did end up giving them a small list, Sci ended up giving her a small pocket knife that he made very clear to be only used responsibly. Alphys ended up giving her some gun cleaning and maintenance supplies she found on eBay, just so Clover wouldn’t have to buy new ones for a little while longer. Asgore ended up getting her six different old, classic western movies and straight up challenged her to a marathon to see who would last the longest. Clover is someone who values practicality and the use of the present rather than the large amount of effort, that and she appreciated someone getting her anything at all in the first place, so even if Sci and Al had to ask her or even if she was sure Asgore managed to find those movies in a cheap bargain bin somewhere, she was very happy thankful for what she got, giving everyone a respectful hat tip and a thank you.

Asgore: Finally, the prince’s turn to get presents. Muffet ended up getting him a large supply of Golden Flower tea bags despite their rivalry when it came to making tea, along with that she also got him his own ornate, fancy looking tea set, one that was coloured in gold and red, real royal looking. Muffet made her own fun little comment that ‘’it was only fair that her greatest rival has the equipment to pose a challenge’’. Sci got him a book that was about rare, obscure and in some of the weird cases, mythical plants from legends, for the most part though it was a botany book. Alphys also had a similar idea to the skeleton and got him his very own tools to work on the garden, newer ones that he could keep in the shed to replace the older and crap ones she had from the beginning. Clover had actually originally planned to go the botany route, except she found out both Al and Sci were doing the same thing, so she made it her vow to do something at least a little different. So, what she ended up doing was getting a small tent that could only fit about two to three people in it and offered to take him on a camping trip in the woods. Asgore had always loved the idea of spending at least a few days in nature just for the hell of it, for fun and relaxation, so she figured this was the perfect opportunity. Asgore as expected was really happy about all of this, every single time he opened a new present he gave them his most sincere thanks and most appreciative smile. He gave everyone a hug… or well he offered one to Muffet and she threatened to stab him (Although he did give her one later in the day and managed to escape her wrath).

(Left one for Clover’s Sweater)

(Sci’s presents, because I could and because I had to look them up)

So yeah, that was their Christmas, I hope that was a good enough of an explanation. After that they spent the day chilling, they did have a Christmas meal together that Muffet and Asgore made, roast turkey and all. Thanks for reading, myself and the other five wish you all a Merry Christmas, you all deserve to have a great holiday, wish you all the best.

[rorykillmore]

and then just whatre some denny plots u wanna do coming up

okay well since i just got done watching this week’s ahs, i’ll start with one i wanna do with cordelia!  which is kiiind of vague and not super formed at this point but i really want to lend her revival powers to some kind of. complicated situation? i’ve gotten a few offers from people and it’s not like. i couldn’t do those plots too on the side if everyone wanted, but i’m leery of “cordelia is desperate to revive a kid she’s fond of” because it hits too many of the same notes as sara wanting to revive maive i think. but then again if she was reviving someone she really cared about it wouldn’t be anywhere near as like, extensive, so that’s why i’m open to do those plots in ADDITION to

but i was really thinking about some kind of situation where... idk just some kind of situation where there’s consequences or conflict to play with. like one idea i had was maybe someone she isn’t especially close to dies, and someone else who is close to that person gets really upset and desperate about the reality of some person with the ability to bring back the dead who has a lot of hang ups about it. i just think there’s a lot of interesting potential in the way cordelia interacts with her magic; how she views it as something that’s pretty specifically for the good of her coven and doesn’t like other people depending on it or encroaching on it and in any case, bringing back the dead isn’t something she’d do lightly for a non-magical being anyway because it’s harder, potentially more dangerous. and what it would mean for her to like... cross that line and give in and help someone in a situation like that, and what it would take

OR idk maybe something where she ends up in a situation where she has to make a deal with someone, or something i think spear brought up was like, michael killing someone and delia bringing them back and there being conflict because of that... idk i’m not really set on one specific scenario i just! don’t want it to be easy for anyone involved, because what’s the fun in that,

i have some other potential plots for her too regarding like... eddie and michael ofc and laurel at the moment but i won’t go into detail on All of them because then we’d be here all day. that’s just one that’s still wide open and in potential territory rn 

now that i’ve apped her, i should also at some point arrange nightcloud’s tigerclan infiltration plot. i should probably like... make a plot thread for that because there’s so much potential input from other rpers. i think ivypool’s gonna be lowkey helping her out, but the rest of the lionclan cats probably won’t know what’s going on and will just assume she ditched them for tigerclan, so how do they react to that? how does tigerclan react to her? would anyone be suspicious? what happens if/when she’s finally found out? it’s a small plot in the sense that it doesn’t really affect the site environment; the clans are pretty contained after all. but it’s a big plot in the sense that there’s Plenty of potential for drama.

i have some vague upcoming stuff with dolores too, some of which might be kind of self-contained to her and the few other people involved but! there is her Nonhuman Activism Thing, especially since i wondered if that might be an avenue michael might try to influence her through. but it’s also something plenty of other people can take an interest in and get involved in, and lots of different directions that could go in.

i should probably do some more stuff eventually with siobhan too. she’s not quite so strong a muse that i spam her a lot but like, i still need to figure out some kind of plot where she saves her soul! i just kind of put that on hold after fate dropped rocket and haven’t brainstormed a way to move forward with it yet. and if she starts doing more active like... almost-vigilante stuff like i’ve been planning, and the denny guardians become more of an active presence, that’s all promising plot material too.

and then susie’s new but i’ve already been thinking of potential things i might wanna do with her! and i’m really tired now so those ideas have suddenly scattered but for one thing i think there’s some potential in her just being able to reach out to characters in situations where they might need it but not be able to tell anyone. she’s. idk, she can be kind of choosy about that, and just as easily probably work in situations where she’s not fond of someone and becomes a little more aggressive and intimidating, but either way she seems like a good character for proactive iccs! everyone come to the mother suspiriorum for therapy,

i also thought possibly i’d offer plots where she gives characters magic, but i’m still thinking out what a like... alternative presence of magic users to cordelia’s gang would be like. i mean, there can CERTAINLY be more than one, but when you’re playing two people involved with both of them you wanna diversify a bit from the get go. if susie had a coven it’d probably be a bit more... underground, for one thing, like the suspiria witches didn’t exactly seem like they’d like to be in the limelight. but that kind of thing does appeal to her because she’s still driven by that... kind of longing to belong somewhere, and actually that’s a pretty common note in panfandom rp, so maybe that could be an interesting and potentially volatile way to bring characters like that together.

in general it would definitely be interesting to play up her more human emotions and longing alongside her new deity-like identity, i think there’s a lot of conflicting duality there that could be fun

and then... particularly if fate goes forward with her oc of one of the other mothers, we were thinking about doing a kind of throwback to when we played earlier incarnations of these characters, when they ran a performing arts academy together. in this iteration if they decided to pursue something that ambitious it’d be less for a cover and more out of genuine interest i think, but that’s something a lot of characters (and a lot of DIVERSE) characters can also get involved in

i’m gonna stop here because i’m too sleepy to think of other stuff i’ve possibly been meaning to mention but yeah!

[ambiguouslyliterate-blog]

Respawn Point Ch. 3: Waifu Ruckus

"These are the crop fields. They aren't maintained especially well… The players we assign to work in them usually ditch to rp or go dungeon crawling."

It had been a few days since San and I had arrived in Weebtown. San quickly went her own way after she was healed up; the aloof creeper girl venturing into the server to go cause trouble in a way that I wasn't surprised was her standard. I was left to explore the server on my own, only occasionally bumping into her or Roxxie as I walked the streets, the pink petals of cherry blossoms blowing around my feet.

"Here are the mines. There used to be a systematic branch mining system here but now everyone just does what they want. A lot of people have even built little secret bases inside the mines, making other players pay tolls. It’s… A thing."

Weebtown was more like my home server than I'd expected; there were fields of crops, areas squared away for mining and private building, and even a few cool landmarks like the anime-haired creeper that towered over the server’s spawn point. The major difference however, was the mods. My home server, the server where I spawned, was "vanilla," meaning that mods were outlawed, although that didn’t stop the mod users that forced their way in. Either way, anyone who used a mod was seen as an outsider, which was in stark contrast to the streets I was walking now. Modded weapons, armor, special blocks, and plants littered the server, players walking by them as if they were a normal part of the world, as if they hadn't been brought into existence through an otherworldly power. It was a welcome change, even if I had to see players walking around with the occasional overly-graphic body pillow.

"What are all of these for?" I asked, looking around at the legion of bland stone buildings surrounding us. The admin chuckled.

Slenda had been taking me on a tour of the server, both of us hoping that I'd be able to find a place there, or at the very least help me socialize. Slenda didn't seem keen on either, her eyes cold and her voice tired during most of her walk. Though, I suppose I'd be just as broken if I had to run this mixed deathtrap and playground barely disguised as a functioning society. When we reached the edge of the spawn town the ornate buildings and semi-organized gave way to a sea of grey and pale colors, all belonging to buildings of nearly identical structure. They all had a similarly shaped main building with wings to either side, the walls lined with windows. Every roof had a small walkable area with a fence around it and in the dirt beside the buildings' bases there were chalk lines for some kind of sports. The only thing differentiating the buildings were the signs in front of them, all written in that indecipherable weeb language.

"Oh, these? They're all high schools."

"ALL OF THEM?!" I questioned, my mind spinning, "B- But, why?!”

Slenda shook her head, letting out a weary sigh. It didn't seem like it was the first time she'd had to break this to someone.

"That’s anime!” She said with a weak smile and a flash of her hands, “To get to all of the beauty and nuance, you need to dig through a bunch of high schools and horrible waifus."

Weebtown was the peak of superfluous, taking every unnecessary excessive element they possibly could and finding a way to squeeze it into every day server life… But high schools?! What's so exciting about high schools?! Most servers didn’t even build schools in the first place since most players spawn in with a decent amount of knowledge. But this server had what looked like thousands. It felt like being on the top of a mountain where the air thinned, except here you were left gasping for standards and moderation rather than oxygen. I didn’t even want to know what a “waifu” was. I looked to the admin; stern, tidy, straight-laced. Though I'd run into San a couple times around the server, Slenda felt a lot more tangible, for lack of a better word. It didn't feel as if asking her questions would end in cryptic answers or unrealistic spells of unconsciousness.

"Why in the Nether would you want to work in a place like this?” I asked, gazing out over the sea of bland cement and distant neon pink blossoms, trying to ignore the churning disgust in my stomach. Slenda looked at me, her thick eyebrows pulled together in a strained look of confusion. It seemed like she saw the excess, but wasn’t put off in the same way I was, or at least wasn’t on the same page, "I mean you and Roxxie are like... Normal."

Slenda tilted her head to either side, lips parting to laugh but closing as if she wasn’t ready to speak, still putting the story together, grunts and sighs filling the space. I smiled at her, glad that part of this crazy world was finally starting to budge. "Well yeah the server’s messy, but it’s not that bad, y’know? Besides, how Roxxie and I got here isn’t much of a story...”

She let out a deep sigh, scratching her head. Her expressions were more and more fluid as she spoke, her exasperated smile beginning to crack, “Me and her just got tired of the way things were run in our server that we decided to try making our own, y’know? So much land is taken up by established servers, though, so we just started looking for one to join, and we found Weebtown."

“You’ve been in Weebtown for a while then, I take it?”

The admin dusted off a stone slab bench and sat on it, smiling incredulously at herself. "No actually, we’ve only been here a few months… When we arrived, the admin was already begging people to take her place. No one here wanted the responsibility so I took the position and made Roxxie my operator. It's been non-stop weaboo nonsense ever since."

I took a seat next to her, Slenda keeping a slight distance between us, "I mean, you're one of the only normal people here and you stabbed my girl—" A finger pushed up her glasses on her nose, warmth flushing into her cheeks, “San, in the middle of the night.”

To be fair, it was her fault.

At the very least, I was glad to see that I was able to find someone to talk to in the server. Another boring straight with no interest in body pillows or honor fighting. The most significant difference between us however, seemed to be in patience. Where I could never imagine running this bizarre anime death carnival, Slenda seemed to be taking it in stride, or at least doing the best she could.

“Do you ever regret it?” I asked, “Becoming the admin, that is?”

Slenda shook her head, a smile growing on her face, just barely hidden behind her stooping shoulders and curly tufts of hair.

"No... Weebtown's a mess, but that's kinda why I like it,” She smiled, even warmer than before. It was the smile of a proud mother looking over her horrible weaboo child, "It's like a fixer-upper, you know? If I can improve things here, I'll actually be doing something really special.”

I smiled back at her and tried to close the difference between us on the bench, scooting slightly closer. Her eyelids came halfway over her eyes and she slid farther down the bench, the storm over her eyes returned. “I just wish Roxxie felt the same…”

Slenda’s voice trailed off, her eyes wandering upwards. Without a word, she left her seat on the bench, tip-toeing forward. I followed her eyes only to see a thin wisp of smoke rising over the far edge of the eastern district of high schools. Shouts could be heard as the black pillar grew, flickers of heat beginning to pour from its bottom. The admin’s eyes shot open, startled with disappointed realization.

The admin darted down the path, fumbling in her pocket for something as her feet forced her way forward. I ran behind her, trying my best to keep pace by throwing myself in the vague direction she was running, though I was completely lost to the situation. As we neared the swirling smoke and the fiery chaos at its base however, I started to remember what the guardians had mentioned before-- about San “trying to blow up the server every other week.” I gulped.

"Crap don't tell me that's--"

"Oh, it’d better not be.” Slenda growled back. She pulled a book out of her pocket, something I’d recognized as an admin’s book of names, and clutched it tight as she ran. She couldn’t be…

"THE WAIFUS ARE BURNING!!" A distant voice cried, pulling my eyes forward. The area beyond the high schools was clearer now as the excessive stone structures began to part. It was a clearing of technicolor figures, much like other sprite art displays in my home server, but with one major difference. The art wasn’t of innocent, normal things like flowers or mobs or tools, they were all of two-dimensional anime girls that towered over the eastern high schools. Some were blue-haired, some had dragon tails, some cat ears, but all had ridiculous outfits and horrifying cleavage. So that’s what a waifu is… I pondered, my face twisting as I followed behind Slenda, Maybe we could just… Let this place burn?

Weebs ran back and forth under the amber flames, buckets of water and blocks of dirt in their hands that they were using to snuff the flames, though the blaze seemed too much for the disheveled otakus to handle on their own. In the center of the havoc stood a cloaked figure; dark fabric swirled around their body, tossed by the wind. Their hood was pinned in the front by a skull-shaped steel pendant and chain, the little light that glinted off the face shining like a steely grin. The figure stepped forward, followed by one or two weebs, breaking off from the crowds of onlookers. Slenda moved to address the cloaked weaboo but he spoke first, cutting her off with a voice that was such a stark departure from his form it felt like it put a crack in the air. It was somewhere between the shrill cry of a cat and that of a gossiping old woman. It was the kind of voice you’d imagine an old yellowed skull to have, not a living player.

“No need to worry, administrator. We’ve got things under control here.”

His voice may have been annoying, but looking behind him, I found that he wasn’t completely wrong. Though the blaze still roared, the players had been pushing it back, or at least keeping it contained. But, why would he hold someone back from helping, especially Slenda? Weebs climbed and jumped along the structures, some crowding around their feet to stare upwards in disheveled awe while others went to stand behind the cloaked man, their eyes burning a hole through us and their hands restless. Slenda took a heavy breath, pushing a loose tuft of hair back behind the side of her glasses.

“Well, I have to admit,” She said, still gasping from our run up here, “I wouldn’t expect the leader of a weeb gang to do such a good cleanup job, Desu Skull.”

I shook my head. Excuse me, WHAT?

“It’s pronounced Deathzu Skuru.” The cloaked figure gave a fake cough, a hand on his hip, his other hand gesticulating dramatically in the air. His primadonna-of-the-undead voice seemed a perfect fit, “But that’s close enough I guess...”

As I continued to survey the scene behind the sassy skull-faced weirdo, something suddenly caught my eye. There was a structure of iron beside one of the waifus, a hasty assemblage of iron bars like a makeshift cage. There was a blue and green form inside, one that instantly pulled me in. I leaned in to try and get a closer look but “Deathzu Skuru” stepped in front of me, his arms outstretched. He was closer now, and I could see two white lights inside of his hood, glowing brightly, offensively. “Now now, you really don’t have to be here. We’ve got this all handled.”

Slenda strode through his hasty blockade, a look of impassioned disapproval on her face. It didn’t take long for the image within the cage to become clear to us, the neon blue mass of hair flipping to the side to reveal San’s dumb grin.

“Hey guys! I’m being detained!”

“YOU LET HER OUT RIGHT NOW!” Slenda barked, spinning on her heel to face the hooded head honcho. Deathuzu Skuyuru (or however you pronounce his name) simply stood and laughed, his snicker growing to a high, overpowering cackle. He moved a metal-clawed hand to pull back his hood, revealing his face--or rather—a mask. He wore an iron mask in the shape of a skull without a lower jaw, the teeth extending to a cartoonish exaggerated length. A white skull was painted on the metal forehead (because I guess the skull-shaped mask wasn’t enough) and in front of his eyes he wore a pair of sunglasses, each lens of which had a holographic skull sticker that shined a powerful white in sunlight. I wasn’t surprised by the weeb’s outfit at this point, given the other players in the server. Just disappointed.

“IF we let out this little troublemaker, she’ll just do something like this again, and again, and again! You definitely don’t seem intent on doing anything about it. You just give her a slap on the wrist!”

“It isn’t your decision!” Slenda snapped, pulling back out her book of usernames, “I’m the admin here and I decide how griefers here are punished. If you do anything to her, I’ll ban you for PvP in a neutral area, Death Skull!”

The skull-faced vigilante coughed again, “Deathzu Skuru… BUT ANYWAY, you can’t ban me unless I’ve already attacked her, and so you’ll be unable to stop me with my mod—“ The cloaked figure spoke laboriously, epically, reaching into his sleeve. He pulled out a sleek black weapon that fit snugly in his hand, its squared end pointed towards the sky like some ancient and powerful obelisk, “A GUN! THAT KILLS YOU!!”

“YOU FIEND!” Slenda gasped.

That could literally be any weapon, I thought, it’s functionally the same as a bow and arrow why would you even mod that? I rolled my eyes, materializing one of Zolo’s swords in my hands. It barely took any thought to summon my mod anymore, the last weapon I copied appearing instantly, like the press of a button. Like a reflex. “Okay, this is dumb,” I interjected, “Can I just like beat him up or something?” I stepped forward and Desu Skull flailed back, yelping at the weapon in my palm, his gun waggling in every direction. “Hey! Careful with that thing, normy! That’s a dangerous weapon!”

He stuck his feet firmly on the ground, his arm straightening, pointing his firearm at San’s cage like an arrow. I stepped forward, twirling the sword in my hand like a bat, the steel slicing the air. It was only then that I began to think about how little training or understanding I had of swordplay, but I hoped it would work out. These things usually… Well. Okay, maybe I did have reason to be worried.

Slenda would have to punish me somehow for fighting Desu Skull, and I’d probably end up injuring a stray weeb or two, but I figured it was worth it. Maybe it was a weakness of mine, but I couldn’t stand jerks like him bullying other players just to make a point. If I couldn’t kill him, I was hoping at the very least I could give get him away from San, get her to safety, even if it meant getting myself in trouble.

Slenda grabbed the back of my collar, yanking me back and growling at me through gritted teeth, “I know you like stabbing my players, but this situation is a bit more complicated than that, “Cyrustheslayer.”’ I could swear I saw the weeb’s skull mask smirk at us. I scowled at him. This situation felt too familiar to me. Standing across from a twisted modder with a metal mask and a bizarre sense of justice, “We can’t let him kill San. There has to be another way to handle this.”

I pulled my sword to my side, but didn’t despawn it. It still didn’t make sense to me why Slenda was so protective of San; threatening to ban players who hadn’t done anything to her, scolding those who put her in even mild danger, even though she could respawn. I’d heard of players before who couldn’t respawn, whose deaths were permanent, but they all lived in special servers, “hardcore” servers. Was San a hardcore player too? I clenched my sword, ready to take Desu Skull down. Just in case.

Desu Skull cocked his head and chuckled, observing Slenda’s leash-like hold on me. “Oh! Well. I wasn’t expecting you to just let me exact vigilante justice, but I guess it do be like that sometimes!” The modder waved his gun around joyously, nearly dropping it.

“That’s not what I meant!” Slenda cried back.

“NOW WATCH, ADMIN! AS I MAKE YOUR HORRIBLE WAIFU DISAPPEA--”

Desu Skull looked dramatically towards San’s cage, his shades narrowed down the sights of his modded firearm, only to see empty space. A cage with no captive, a hole carved in the bars. “Wh- Wha--” His gun shook in his hand, first with confusion, then with frustration, then with anger. The weeb stomped his foot, pointing at members of his gang who stood in the crowd, crying out and demanding an answer to where she was, , “CAN’T I TRUST MY GOONS TO PERFORM ONE SIMPLE TASK?! WHICH ONE OF YOU LET HER OUT, HUH? STEP FORWARD!”

As Desu Skull spoke the air began to swirl, the air hot, dry, and unnatural. It was as if the air around us was angry. Just as Desu Gun moved to point his gun towards us, to threaten us for an answer, a searing gust burst through the air between our two groups, sending bodies flying in every direction. Burning air whipped around us as if we’d been caught in a tornado, throwing us against nearby walls and dispersing the crowd of weebs like a sand castle kicked by a beach bully. The only thing left standing was Desu Skull, his steel-armored body resolute against the supernatural winds. A figure appeared in the hot, swirling cloud behind him, eyes glowing with yellow fire. The figure’s hand reached out, taking the gun in her iron grip.

Roxxie crushed the gun in her hand, the firearm bubbling out from its corners like hot wax. Death Skull tried to break away but Roxxie pulled him close, her flaming claws moving forward against his verbal protests. Trails of broken flame came up from her eyes, her ponytail bursting into a flaming halo. “N- Now now, no need to be a tsundere..!” He gasped, trying and failing to wrench his hand away from her grip. Though Slenda and I were both pushed against the cement of a high school’s outer wall, Slenda pulled herself to her feet, pushing off and trudging through the harsh wind.

“Lucky for you guys, I just happened to be in the area.” Roxxie grinned, holding her prize high like a hunter. San stepped out from behind her, waving at Slenda. Desu Skull managed to writhe out of Roxxie’s grip only to end up in the dirt where Roxxie pinned him under her boot. The operator smirked down at him, then looked up to give a beaming smile to Slenda.

“Roxxie, let him go!” Slenda cried.

“What, are you’re saying we should just let him off?” She questioned, her tone stirred with a genuine confusion. The operator grimaced, pushing Desu Skull’s steely mask farther into the dirt, “He just tried to execute San for a crime she didn’t even commit! We’re supposed to just let crap like that fly?”

I hoisted myself up, summoning a sword to anchor myself in the dirt, and another to pull myself forward, bringing myself closer to the pillar of flame. One overpowered jerk down and one to go, I guess. I grunted against the whipping gusts. Streaks of flame were beginning to form as well, falling from her body like streamers and spinning in the air around the scene like the beginning of a fiery hurricane.

“Just let him go!” I yelled, Roxxie’s eyes snapping to me in condescending surprise. Slenda stared at me, her half-lidded eyes as unamused as Roxxie’s, as if this was their private squabble. I wondered how many times they’d done this, “I don’t like this guy either but it’s not like being a dick isn’t going to make the players like you any better!”

The operator growled, turning to Slenda. The fires were beginning to die around her as her expression became more weary, “Slenda, you know if we keep letting them do more and more of this, the server’s just going to fall apart!”

“I don’t care!” Slenda cried back, clutching her book of names tightly in her hand, “We can’t do stuff like this!! We are not like this!” Roxxie squinted at her, the fire in her eyes burning brightly, flickers of the flame flying back from her face in streams. Though I felt less than intimidating being that I was pitted against this experienced mod user, I pointed a sword in her direction, holding firmly onto the one I had planted in the ground. Together, me and Slenda stared her down until she reluctantly released the weeb from under her, stuffing her hands in her pockets. She plunged them deep, as if resisting the urge to hurl a fireball at the rebellious weaboo as he rose to his feet, dusting off his cloak. “The admin’s right, Roxxie, that was rather rude of you.” The skeletal loser sneered, tossing the melted remains of his weapon into the dirt. I felt a blood vessel pulse with opposition from deep within my brain.

“However,” The skull-faced gangster interjected, reaching for a black shape that materialized within his cloak, “It is going to take hundreds of man hours to restore the damage done to these precious murals, so I’m afraid as an honorable weeb my hands are still tied--!”

Before any of us could react, a shot rang out, Slenda shrieking as the bullet grazed the top of Roxxie’s forehead, sending her flying back, the fire in her eyes bursting. Desu Skull then turned to us, his gun pointed right between right between my eyes.

“BAN GUNGALEFREAK10. PvP in a neutral zone.”

Slenda clapped her book of usernames shut and after a second’s pause, Desu Skull became a blur of grey, his body launched at an incomprehensible speed towards the server boundaries. Roxxie laughed, smiling coldly as she brought her eyes level with ours, blood trickling down her forehead. San soon came down a path to the side, seemingly gleefully unaware of just how much trouble she’d caused, her eyes beaming as she caught Slenda.

As she passed by Roxxie however, the operator caught her shoulder, laughing as she spoke to her, “Sorry for all of this by the way, didn’t mean for you to get in so much danger.”

San smiled and folded her arms behind her head, seemingly content just to be caught up in all the drama. I turned to Slenda, only to see her eyes brimming with purple fire, her knuckles white on the book she clasped in her hand. She stomped towards her administrator, ignoring San, her body moving like a loosed arrow towards her target.

“Excuse me Roxxie, what in the Nether did you just say?” Slenda questioned through gritted teeth to a smiling operator.

“I set the fires,” Roxxie said with a shrug, as if it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Slenda looked like she was going to erupt, “I got tired of looking at all of those waifus and figured I could just get rid of them. If any of the high schools caught fire I’d consider it an added bonus.”

Slenda grabbed her by the collar, pulling her close enough for the blood from Roxxie’s forehead to drip onto the round lenses of her glasses. I tried getting closer, but I realized there was nothing I could do. This wasn’t an isolated event, but the last straw of a fight they’d been having for months. “YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT!” Slenda screamed into Roxxie’s face, her arms shaking.

“And why not?” Roxxie chimed back, squinting at the admin, “I’m the second most powerful person in this server since I’m your only operator. I should be able to start controlled burns like this! It’s cleaning up land that we run!”

Roxxie shook Slenda from her collar, staring daggers for a few seconds before finally stomping off. She launched into the air with a burst of flame, flying to some unseen corner of the server like a loosed arrow. Her eyes wet with anger and exhaustion, Slenda collapsed to her knees, San running to her side.

“You okay Slenda?” Asked San, her hand moving instinctively to pet Slenda’s mounds of curly dark brown hair.

The admin smiled at her, wrapping her arms around the creeper girl. “I should be asking you that, you doofus. You almost got shot!”

“I probably woulda been fine,” she smirked back, burrowing her forehead into the admin’s like an overly blunt eskimo kiss. The two smiled, giggling at each other for a few seconds, but Slenda seemed to be holding onto something. Her face never seemed to pull into a full smile, her eyes always a little strained, pointed just over San’s shoulder.

She was worried about the operator, or more accurately, what she was going to do. And so was I. Shivering, I looked to the stream of smoke that followed Roxxie, my stomach churning. Weebtown was just like home to me now… The only problem was, it was just like home.

[hotcocosharing]

Glory Days Part 5 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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3 days later – Midori’s POV "It’s too dressy. Not dressy enough. That outfit doesn’t scream fuck me. Midi I forbid you from wearing pastel pink. Too many buttons; he’ll take all night to get them undone. You look like the 80’s threw up on you. Not rainbow stripes - not now, not never. Look - just… hold up, hold up!” The endless laughter and witty commentary which spurts from Eriko everytime I step out of the changeroom to show her off yet another outfit I’ve tried to put together is eating away at my confidence; or well at least the lack of it. At this point, apart from wanting to sink my teeth into a burger because I’m absolutely starving I’ve come to wanting to accept that perhaps my fate is to forever wear jeans and oversized sweaters which allow me to hide away from the world. Rummaging through a rack not too far from where I’m waiting unimpressed; the looks I’ve gotten from passerby-ers seeming puzzled at my choices, it’s a few quick moments before my best friend returns with a pretty royal blue sun dress which she forces herself into the change room to get on me. “Eri it’s too small.” “No it’s not! Stop wiggling and let me get the zip up.” “I can’t breathe!” “Shut up - you actually have a figure you just happen to hide it beneath oversized tshirts and sweatpants.” The half argument, half fight of determination is ended with a smile of approval as I’m forced to acknowledge my reflection in the mirror. “It’s short….” “Midi it ends just above your knees; any longer and you’d be a nun.” Sighing; I hear my phone ring in my backpack and rush to grab it near tripping over and stumbling in the flat shoes I’m wearing. Thank god I was stubborn enough to say no to high heels. Ignoring the fact that Eri has her phone out snapping pictures of me because this is probably the first time she’s actually seen me in a dress, my cheeks start to heat up with a quick blush as the name of the screen coaxes me to check the message a little quicker. Baseball training finishes early tonight. You girls want to come out for dinner? - S It’s something between a happy dance and a bounce which I manage to choreograph in the change room to show off my excitement at what’s going on. Grabbing Eri’s hand; I shovel the clothing I was wearing earlier into my backpack and tear the tag off the dress I’m in, deciding to leave it on as I drag us both towards the registers. “The guys have finished practice early - they want to know if we can meet them for dinner.” Somewhere between the mall and the campus ball ground, Eri utters something about visiting my mother’s lingerie store next week and I eagerly agree just to keep her happy; right now though, I’m ecstatic on any excuse available to see a guy I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. Maki’s POV Things have been strange the last couple of days - all starting with the fact that my should be socially awkward room mate who usually can’t stand the opposite sex decided to get a little too close to the fresh meat I’m trying to pursue along with a list of one nights stands and ghosts from girlfriends pasts wanting to rekindle memories, moments and feelings that I have no intention of re-experiencing or putting myself through. The dorm has been quiet since the party - everyone actually getting some decent sleep; which means it’s been 4 days since I last got laid and anyone who knows me is well aware that this is some kind of cruel miracle. “Maki - get your head out of the clouds and focus on the damn ball!” Coaches voice is starting to grind on me; starting to get on my nerves and I can’t at all be anything but thankful when finally, the whistle blows and that’s a training session over for the night. It’s a last frustrated pitch towards the home plate diamond that I throw which convinces me it’s time for a cigarette. “You have any plans for tonight Yukihisa?” It’s a ball girl that asks; a young 19 year old something cutey that I’ve had on my radar for a while but right now, don’t have the energy to want to deal with. Ignoring her with nothing more than a kind smile, I head towards where Shun and Toshi are waiting for me surprised to hear that they’ve already got plans organised. “Dinner us and the girls - are you in?” I stop short of answering; pulling a cigarette out of my pocket wanting at least a few drags before heading to the showers. “Sure..”, I agree glancing over toward Toshiaki who seems to be in his own little world. There’s a frustration that builds up inside me knowing that he hasn’t given any consideration to the 1st rule of brotherhood - bros before hoes but then can’t really blame him after leaving him in such a situation.

Eriko’s POV

I simply thought my mind was playing tricks on me when Midi asked for my help, it was bloody seven in the morning and I never ever got out of bed till nine. And yet, here we are few days later- laughing so hard in the changing room of one of my favorite boutiques, finally realizing what a disaster Midi is when it comes to coloring and taste.

"If you want the boy, Midori, you gotta work it!"

Gosh, she must be head over heels for him though normally I'd talk my girls out of it, at least it motivates her to squeezes herself into the kind of dress that she'd never wear in her right state of mind.

Her dream boy catches her just at the right time and the girl in loves practically skips out of the shop- I've never seen her this excited.

The ramen place is packed with familiar faces but an acquaintance of mine take us to a booth after an overwhelming thank-you follow by a quick kiss on his cheek. I half push half snuggle Toshiaki to the corner seat while pulling Maki on my right to leave Midi and Tachibana sitting together.

Maki grins at the sight too and whispers how much he's been missing me for the past few days and looking forward to make it up to me. But a young, most likely not even in her 20s by the look of it comes rushing to him. Rubbing her boobs all over his arm and asks when he's free for a proper check catch up. Talk about bad timing, a second, third and fourth chick approaches him, he clearly has a reputation that needs no further explaining.

Grabbing Toshiaki's arm, the rest of us discuss what to order while Maki 's too occupied to pick his own food. He takes a deep breath or letting out an annoyed sigh but it doesn't matter really as next I feel his fingers sliding right between my thighs from under the table. How classy of him! I wait for a few good seconds before placing one hand on his knee as return.

"So come on, give me a date. You're too busy to reply my text, come to my place."

Without waiting for his answer, I run my hand up his thigh straight to the quickly hardening bulge behind his pants.

"Hmmm," The med student exhales, his hand immediately gripping his jaw. He must be having fun chatting up a junior and messing with me, so grabbing his balls certainly has got his attention.

"Are you going to order, Maki?"

Tachibana asks, sending a side glance to the oblivious chick who couldn't take a hint. Unconsciously, his hand tightens a little more but his delay of answering has got his best friend's curious.

Sending me a knowing look after I shrug as response and turn to chat with Toshiaki, Maki points at a dish randomly while I increase my pace and begin handling him just a little roughly, he covers his mouth and coughs with a low groan.

"Oh poor baby, are you okay?"

"Yes," he hisses. "I'm good, so freaking good."

Pursing my lips together, my hand move hard and fast on him, dipping down a bit to give his balls the same superbly rough treatment. When his hands grip the table, I lean closer to Toshiaki so his bimbo wouldn't take me as her unwanted rival. Feeling a twist in his pants, I quickly let go and rest both my elbows on the table.

Shunichiro's POV

Luck is clearly not on Yuki's side and seeing someone who gets under his skin for once is a change of scenery though all I'd rather focus on is Midori. Resting my hand on hers the entire time until our orders have arrived, nearly nibbling her ear whenever I whisper sweet nothing that brings out her sweetest smile.

Our odd double date plus one ends pretty soon and Yuki's look only darken as Eriko insists on paying for Toshi when we split the bill, claiming to return a favor for the other night. Her continuous voice of further explaining fades in the background while I feel a surge of warmth in my heart, wrapping my arm around Midori's shoulder. "Help to keep us both warm." I smile, "Keen to ditch them?"

[fair-fae]

I’m going to tell you a story, because I don’t know what else to do with this information or how to process it lmao.

I had some problems finding my place in XIV and its community at first when I started playing at 2.0′s launch and it nearly caused me to quit the game. And a huge portion of this problem was a girl who played a Miqo’te named something along the lines of R’aenah (the character has no doubt long since been deleted or renamed). I started 2.0 with @its-the-val-pal, who had played my character’s husband in our previous MMO, and we decided to reroll similar characters here. We intended for our characters to become romantically involved again, but we didn’t want their relationship to feel rushed or forced, so we waited for it to happen organically, if it were to work out at all. But being new to the game (or, rather, the game and community itself being new), we were trying to make new contacts, and one who’d shown interest in Val was R’aenah. Her character almost immediately proved to be sexually attracted to his, and idgaf, IC is IC and she could have been thirsting for him OOC for all I cared. Our characters weren’t even dating yet. We have no OOC involvement. No skin off my back. At first. RPing with Val quickly became impossible, especially anything that was one-on-one or would help push our characters’ relationship in the direction we were hoping. I was still low level, so we could only (safely) RP in so many places. We both only had so much time to dedicate to FFXIV which didn’t always overlap, and we were both still trying to level. We didn’t have a ton of time to RP. R’aenah began to crash every single one of our RP’s. As soon as she saw us online in the same area, she’d run around until she found our characters and immediately swoop in IC.  Due to the IC dynamics between the characters at the same time, the scene always played out the same. R’aenah would barge in no matter what was happening to immediately try to convince Val to sleep with her and drag him off for sex or other alone time right then and there, and make some jabs at Faye in the process. Val, single and at his maximum horndogness and probably the peak of his sexual frustration, would be intrigued. Faye would be like “wtf are you doing, you’re my bodyguard, you’re not supposed to ditch me to sleep with random women (especially ones being super bitchy to me) while you’re on the job.” And then R’aenah would start hurling insults at Faye for trying to cockblock her, Val would take R’aenah’s side and even join in because as far as he was concerned she was the one putting out and Faye was his snobby employer who kept rejecting him, and Faye would get furious until the situation would escalate to the two of them having a good ol’ Faye roastfest until she stormed off and they could flirt or bang in peace. And it was frustrating. I didn’t really care what was happening IC. But I did care that I couldn’t enjoy RP with my RP partner anymore on an OOC level because it either never happened, or wasn’t fun when it did. Faye was either quickly edged out of any RP we tried to do, or I’d have to sit through an RP of two characters trying to get laid with each other meanwhile harassing my character nonstop, which proved to be not fun RP content after a while, and also made little sense from a meta standpoint because Faye wouldn’t just hang around and endure that. But the source of the problem was IC, and I didn’t want anyone to have to censor or change how their characters naturally behaved, so I kept my mouth shut about my frustrations.  But things quickly bled over into OOC. R’aenah started telling Val things like how he owed her RP, he needed to spend more time with her, he should spend less time with me, he had already been RPing with me enough (even though the reason we had to try to schedule so many RP’s is because we had no quality time RPing together because she crashed them all). He tried to explain to her that we’d been friends for two years, that we hoped/intended for Faye and Val to get together, that I was his primary RP partner, but that meant nothing because apparently some rando with no relation to him IC or OOC trumped that because she said so. I began to realize the things she was doing IC weren’t just her character’s personality coupled with some OOC obliviousness to our space and time together but were part of some weird agenda to cut me out of Val’s RP time so she could monopolize all his character’s time and make sure he never got together with Faye. That didn’t fly for long. We cut ties with her, I told her to fuck off, she called me a bitch/cunt/etc. and said she was quitting the game forever, we’d never see her again, yadda yadda.  TWO GODDAMN YEARS LATER. A girl joined my FC playing an Elezen. She gave no indication that she knew either of us and did not state in her app that she’d played another character or under another name. She was fine and normal at first. Eventually, one evening I noticed her character had some IC jealousy issues and was acting extremely petty. It sent up red flags for me since 90% of the time I’ve seen that, it’s bled OOC. I wasn’t surprised when I got a message the very next day from the same girl she’d been harassing IC telling me the same thing had been happening OOC. So I sat her down, we had a talk, told her that shit wasn’t gonna happen again, and to my knowledge she chilled out... on that single front. She started dating a dude in the FC, he bought a plane ticket for them to visit each other. Another girl who’d had experiences with the same guy told her it wasn’t a good idea. She immediately broke up with the dude and cancelled their plans to meet. She started mocking the dude to someone in private about how he hadn’t been able to get it up to exchange nudes with her. Thanks, tmi. She met up IRL with a couple other people from the FC and apparently hooked up with one of them. Tmi again, thanks, why do people tell me about these things. She got super jealous and abusive with the person she hooked up with IRL. Despite all these things, she goes on and on about how ERP is disgusting and tries to shame people in the FC who admit to doing it. Drama from all these things ensued. She eventually got kicked for said drama. I’m mean and evil for kicking her for “no reason,” etc. A few months passed. Some ERP-for-gil courtesan starts chatting at me OOC and gushes about my character and tells me how much she wants to RP. We get a few posts in and suddenly it’s too late and she’s tired and has to go right now. She apologizes profusely and promises to RP another time. It never happens. On multiple occasions, she stands across the room from my character for hours with my RP flag up, but she doesn’t approach me and I don’t hear from her OOC about it again.  Courtesan, however, does contact Val one day and says we seem really nice, it’s so weird her roommate really hates us. She tells Val her roommate is the Elezen girl who was kicked from our FC. Weird, confusing, and bizarrely coincidental, but hey. Neither of us hear from courtesan again. She name changed and fantasia’d several times and I’ve lost track of who she even is on my friends list since then. A few more months passed. Tonight, Val and I are reminiscing about some of the really crazy stuff that happened to us when we started playing. “I bet half these people who told us they’re ‘quitting forever’ after they got caught being creepy/jerks are long since playing again with new names or characters.” We get nosy so we look into a few. We dig up R’aenah’s old, long abandoned RPC profile. Lo and behold, it no longer lists R’aenah as her character... but instead, the name of the Elezen who’d stirred up all that drama in our FC. For like a year??? This girl who had almost made me give up on the game yet boo-hoo’d about how I made her “quit forever”??? was in my FC??? that we led??? certainly knowing it was us since we’re playing the same characters with the same looks and names and personalities and same FC name and acronym since launch??? not saying a word about it to us??? acting all buddy-buddy with us both??? coming to me for advice for her problems??? whining to me about all the drama she stirred up herself in the fc??? acting like it was unjust she got kicked for it??? completely hiding who she was all that time??? What the fuck? So that is my story. Balmung may seem to have a huge number of people are who are creepers or assholes. Apparently half of them are the same people just pretending to be someone else. Idk if that’s reassuring or even more unsettling. But, y’know, there ya go. (and I was already a little rattled because today someone asked to join my closed FC and a quick google search revealed it was a girl who’d hated me and been out for my blood in TERA)

SO YEAH, THAT’S MY FUN STORYTIME, HAVE A GOOD NIGHT AND FURIOUSLY GOOGLE EVERYONE YOU MEET

[xavierscos]

hey everyone so im officially leaving this site : (( VM and GCC will be left in the hands of our wonderful mods and the new heads will be Alex + Henna (who I will be giving my password to so that if they ever need something from my side, they can just hop onto my account).

Most of my characters are characters I’ll probably never use again, honestly??? I will still keep Ross, Hollyanne, Persey, and Felix though! W/ mentions of Axel/Selena/Cheryl (maybe connor, idk) etc. as they will be sides/part of their families and stuff! Those four will be my stand alone ocs specifically in a human au, and if you really still want to interact w/ them, that’s fine by me! I’m still up for rps actually, but they’re just gonna be stand alones and not on here! And preferably stuff that’s not feral cats ah!  

But yeah, those four characters will be my own personal stand alone ocs and their warrior cat versions will just be an au because im trying to drift from that honestly? I need more human or humanoid ocs !! They’re still open to interact with (and believe me I love oc interaction more than I love myself) but they won’t be tied to DA or GCC/VM anymore, and I will no longer be making posts or replying to comments on this site :’O

For info on where to find me, hit my journal up.

All cats mentioned here belong to their rightful owners!

 The Stories themselves:

<b>GCC</b>

<i>Hornetstar, Duckpaw, Roseface, Fennelbee</i>

               The soft summer breeze tugged at Hornetstar’s thick fur as she padded through the dim evening light, her eyes narrowed and focused. Behind her slunk Roseface and Reyes, accompanying her with her knowledge on her little ‘mission’ – after reports of two-leg sightings, scents, and contraptions, Hornetstar had decided it was time to take matters into her own means for the time being.

               Little did she know Duckpaw seemed to have the same idea; the lithe, scrawny apprentice slipped between shadows and wove between fences, making sure to keep both downwind and out of sight of her foster-mother and the rest of her family. She picked up her pace a bit when Hornetstar veered another corner, squeezing by some gates and into a much more open area.

               “There they are,” Reyes announced suddenly, stepping forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Hornetstar, “The culprits themselves.” Roseface hovered by Reyes, eyeing the strange contraptions with wary pale green eyes, “What <i>are</i> they?”

               “Don’t know,” Hornetstar murmured as she advanced on the odd den, sniffing it with caution, noting the pile of food in the back of it. She eyed the dried pellets skeptically, pulling her head away from the entrance to face Reyes and Roseface, “But whatever they are, don’t go into them.”

               “What do you suppose we do about them?” Reyes inquired with pricked ears, his own eyes watching the den with just as much caution; something hung heavy in the air, a thick, ominous sensation that hung over the three cats and made the fur on their spines prickle up with unease.

               Heck, not even just the three – make it four. Duckpaw remained pressed flat against some grass, out of sight of the distracted warriors, and even though she couldn’t exactly keep up with their conversation – they were far off and Duckpaw could only hear so well, you know – the fur along <i>her</i> back began to lift with apprehension as well. Too bad she was too busy focusing on the conversation instead of her surroundings, else she might’ve sensed the creeping presence behind her.

               Odd, furless paws wrapped around her scrawny midsection, and Duckpaw twisted around to catch a glimpse of her abductor – <i>two-legs</i>. She thrashed in panic as she was lifted off of the ground, legs flailing at the disappearance of solid earth beneath; a shrieking yowl escaped her mouth in her panicked frenzy, “Hornetstar – <i>mom</i>! <i>Help me</i>!”

               Hornetstar’s head snapped up at the cry, and Roseface and Reyes whirled around, their own eyes widening with dumbfounded shock.

               “<i>Duckpaw</i>!” Roseface all but <i>shrieked</i> at the sight of Duckpaw being lifted up and away by some two-legs, and the pale ginger tabby shot off like a rabbit, pelting across the open grassy area to the attacker; Hornetstar and Reyes shot after him, their own alarm spiking. Hornetstar skidded as she veered to the left, bounding to the odd den that Duckpaw had been thrown into. Some strange covering had slung over that now prevented Duckpaw from escaping; it was the same material as the rest of the den, cold and shiny and seemingly unbreakable. Hornetstar lifted up her paws, pressing them against the openings of the covering as she frantically tried to think of a way to get Duckpaw out.

               “Hang on, baby, I’m here, don’t worry, I’ll get you outta there.” Hornetstar tried to soothe, though her attempts at comfort weren’t exactly helping when the situation seemed to go from bad to worse. Hornetstar all but flinched at Reyes own horrified cry, “<i>Roseface, move</i>!”

               The two leg shoved on Roseface’s hindquarters one last time, effectively pushing him into the den, then slamming the covering over and preventing Roseface from his escape. Reyes struggled with his own two-leg, writhing and hissing as the two-leg attempted to carry him to yet another empty den; Hornetstar bounded forward towards the two-leg, colliding with their bare leg and sharply nipping her teeth against the furless skin. The two-leg hissed and dropped Reyes in the process, giving Hornetstar just enough time to explain the last second plan she had conjured up, “Reyes, get out of here, get back to the camp!”

               “I – wh – no, you’re shitting me,” Reyes blurted out, “I can’t ditch you guys - !”

               “Go, that’s an order! <i>Go</i>!” Hornetstar snapped, voice straining as she was hoisted up into the air by the two-leg, and Reyes looked around in panic, before relenting to Hornetstar’s demand; he turned and pelted away, back into the direction of the streets.

               Hornetstar found herself in a den of her own, placed into the back of a monster, settled neatly between other dens, some empty and some full of cats. To each of her sides were Roseface and Duckpaw, and there was someone above her that she didn’t know.

               “Duckpaw – Roseface, are you two alright? Talk to me.” Hornetstar’s concern was met by a string of curses courtesy of Roseface, who was shoving his small pale ginger paws out of the openings of the covering, “I’m <I>great</i>, dude. Just <i>perfect</i>.”

               Hornetstar blew a puff of air from her nose, acknowledging the fact that besides being a tad bit pissed off, Roseface was fine. Her eyes wandered to her other side, where Duckpaw’s den was, “What about you?”

               “I’m alright,” Duckpaw murmured, distracted; she had her nose pressed to one opening in the covering, her eyes up and watching the den above her intently, “I’m Duckpaw, by the way, what’s your name?”

               A tan paw managed to squeeze from the openings and dangle in the air, and a nervous voice spoke from the den above Duckpaw’s, “I’m Fennelbee.”

  <b> VM</b>

 <i>Foxface, Chubtail, Slugpaw, Spiderstorm</i>

The wind whistled between the reeds as Foxface trudged through the muddy shores, nearing the MarshClan border; it was a routine – every night when the moon was high enough and everyone was sleeping, Foxface snuck out to go visit his best buddy, a sweet MarshClan caretaker by the name of Beetlecone. Then, when the moon began to sink and the first rays of light hit the sky, Foxface would press against Beetlecone and bid him goodbye, turning to trudge back into his own territory.

But tonight was different.

He had no intention to ever go back to FloodedClan territory.

“Are you sure you guys want to do this?” Foxface murmured after a moment, turning to face the three cats trailing behind him; Chubtail stood before Spiderstorm and Slugpaw, who was leaning against the smaller, tortoiseshell caretaker.

“Of course, I already lost one son, I’m not losing another.” Chubtail countered with a swift lash of her tail, refusing to even give any form of thought towards the idea of staying in camp while Foxface left; the tom smiled weakly at his parent, yellow eyes warm and affectionate, before he glanced to Spiderstorm and Slugpaw, “What about you two? Slugpaw, you might never get you’re warrior name - ,”

“<i>We’ll</i> give her one – at least, Chubtail will.” Spiderstorm interjected before Slugpaw could even respond, or before Foxface could even finish.

“<i>And</i> you might not ever talk to Lichenfoot again.”

               Something shone in Slugpaw’s eyes at the mention of her mentor, but the apprentice simply lowered her head, “I know, I’ll miss her, but – you’re all my family too. We gotta stick together.”

               Foxface’s expression still fell with concern over his family’s desires, but his maw did quirk in a soft, appreciative smile at their support. He turned with intent, continuing to pad along through shallow water, “Alright then. First, we gotta make a stop.”

               The group trudged on along the MarshClan border for a moment, coming to stop on a specific mound of earth; Foxface dropped his hindquarters and sat firmly on the ground, tail curling over his paws as he reminisced over who he’d miss.

               Kestrelcloud was one of the first names that popped into his head. Yellow eyes glittered with remorse as he realized he’d never given his friend a proper goodbye – maybe one day he’d see him again, Foxface could only pray. He’d miss their banter, their teasing, their little competitive games, their friendship in general.

               And, speaking of missing things, another name popped into his head. A pang stabbed Foxface directly in the heart as his thoughts wandered, because oh <i>StarClan</i> he was going to miss –

               “Beetlecone.”  

               The reeds rustled as Beetlecone pushed through, his eyes lighting up with a mingle of emotions swimming together – first, excitement over the sight of Foxface, but the minute his eyes laid down on the rest of the group, a flash of fear glittered in his eyes.

               “Hey, uh, are you aware you’re being followed?”

               “Huh – wait, shit, really - ?” Foxface’s voice rose with panic as he whipped around, though he relaxed the minute he realized that Beetlecone was simply referring to the other three lingering on another mound of earth just out of ear shot, as Foxface had requested earlier that they did so.

               “Oh! Yeah, them! That’s – that’s just my family.” Foxface explained quickly once he turned back to Beetlecone; the other feline relaxed a bit, though he still bore a puzzled countenance, “Why are they - ?”

               “We’re leaving – I mean, <i>I’m</i> leaving, and they’re coming with me.”

               Beetlecone’s smiled shakily, grin wavering as he joked coyly – and almost hopefully - , “Leaving to join MarshClan?”

               Foxface’s didn’t match Beetlecone’s own sheepish demeanor, much to his horror. Beetlecone’s shoulders slumped a little, eyes glittering with an emotion Foxface can’t exactly read, “You’re not – you can’t be leaving the territories as a whole.”

               “Beetlecone, I just – I can’t stay here anymore.” Foxface confessed quietly, his ears pinning flat against his head, “I have to go.”

               “Please don’t - ,” Beetlecone’s voice fell below a whisper as Foxface moved forward, voice pleading as he blurted out, “Why don’t you come with us?”

               Beetlecone’s eyes flashed with uncertainty for a moment, before he lowered his head bashfully and regretfully spoke, “I – Foxface, you know I want to but – but I’ve got to stay, I’ve got family here, I’ve got – I’ve got…” Beetlecone trailed off, and Foxface thought briefly that he was lucky Beetlecone was staring at the ground because if Foxface’s countenance mirrored at all how he felt, that would be <i>one</i> hurt expression.

               “It’s – it’s okay, I understand.” Foxface finally managed to sputter out, shoving away that one sharp feeling of grief. He stepped forward, pressing his muzzle to Beetlecone’s, who nuzzled back briefly before slumping forward and resting his head against Foxface’s shoulder, “I’ll miss you, frog face.”

               “I love you?”

               Beetlecone coughed, choking on thin summer night air, “Excuse me?”

               “I love you.” Foxface repeated, feeling much more sure of himself, evident by the confidence seeping into his voice, “Or, at least, I like you a whole lot more than I like a, uh, regular friend, I guess.” Foxface kneaded the soft earth beneath him, eyes darting to the side as he continued to blabber on, “You know, I know this isn’t the best time to say it, but I just wanted you to know - ,”

               “I love you too, you absolute fish brain.” Beetlecone’s voice lifted up in a weak laugh as he leaned forward to touch his nose to Foxface’s; Foxface leaned into the soft gesture eagerly, wishing silently that he could have just spent this last night here with Beetlecone.

               But he had to go.

               After one more reluctant goodbye, one more reluctant lean and retreat, Foxface led his family away from the borders.

 <i>Comfreyclaw</i>

               “I have to find him, Redflare.”

               “Comfreyclaw,” Redflare began, voice cracking as he watched Comfreyclaw hop down another one of the rocks; the soft-furred white tom turned to face Redflare as the tiny red warrior hopped down next to him, “Then I’m coming with you.”

               “No, no you’re not. You’re staying here.” Comfreyclaw ordered firmly, pale amber eyes narrowing as his eyes locked with Redflare’s own determined gaze, “No way! Pansypaw is – he’s like my son too, Comfreyclaw! I have the right to go out and look for him.”

               “You need to stay here with the others, Redflare,” Comfreyclaw’s voice faltered, and Redflare visibly stiffened at the heartbreak in the other tom’s voice, “Someone needs to watch over the other kits, make sure they’re growing up well. And someone needs to go find my son, and that’s <i>my</i> responsibility.”

               Redflare’s eyes glistened as he took another step forward; Comfreyclaw straightened, chest puffing up as he held his ground, ready to forcefully <i>drag</i> Redflare back to the camp. Redflare, however, caught Comfreyclaw startling off guard when he ducked forward and pressed his muzzle into the white fur of Comfreyclaw’s scarred; the red tom stretched up and strained, considering the awkward height gap between them.

               “Please stay safe.” Redflare murmured gently, voice low with remorse and longing, and Comfreyclaw simply leaned against Redflare’s touch, amber eyes fluttering shut for a moment, before he nodded curtly, “Of course I will. The next time you see me, Redflare, I’ll be back with our Pansypaw by my side again.”

               There’s too many things left unsaid between them as Comfreyclaw turns and continues his trek down the rocks and out of the territory.

<i>Burdockstar, Minnowflower, Pikeclaw</i>

               <i>We managed to get three cats with the tranquilizer, including the one we’ve been keeping an eye on. The gray one has a twisted leg and jaw, we’ve got her in a blanket in the back. We caught a hold of two more strays, too. The gray tabby short hair has some lacerations, and we can just give the long hair a quick check. Then we’ll send them to the humane society so they can find homes – maybe cut down on the stray population.</i>

               Burdockstar couldn’t understand the garbled two-leg speech as she remained tangled in pelts within the back of a monster. Her body felt like stone, weighing her down as her bleary mind struggles to comprehend through the fog. Pikeclaw was tangled beside her, squirming against Minnowflower as she weakly cried out Nightface’s name.

               “What if I never get to see her again?” Pikeclaw whined, struggling to haul herself to her paws, only to collapse beneath the pelts; Minnowflower had already fallen asleep.

               Her. Her. Burdockstar’s hazy mind made a slow connection, and she weakly extended her foreleg and rested a weak paw against the wall the monster.

               Moonblaze.

               What if she never saw Moonblaze again? Her best friend, her deputy, the mate she always wanted but never had. Burdockstar’s eyes fell shut and her claws flexed against the odd material, praying to the stars above that her path would reconnect with Moonblaze’s once again.

[cyn009]

I just didn’t know...

So, not a lot of you really know me. I think most people follow me for the Critical Role, and gaming stuff I repost from other people. I hardly ever post something myself. And because of this, and because i feel like i need to atleast write this, this is the best place to put it. Its ok if no one reads it, but here it goes.

I have always had a big imagination. I was always the quiet, A honor roll student that always obeyed her parents, and wanted nothing more than to make them proud. While making homework and whatnot, i would watch my older brother draw. He is an amazing artists, and i remember feeling like nothing compared to him. He was better than me at everything i loved. Art, video games, he had a big group of friends that got together almost every day. The only thing i could do better was coloring. It also really annoyed me how my brother would draw these amazing pictures, but in the faintest pencil markings. I was always telling him, “You draw so awesome! Why not make it noticeable enough for people to actually see it?” He always shrugged and said that he didnt care if people didnt see it. I did care. I always looked up to my brother, and i wanted other people to know how good he was. So i asked him if i could make his drawings darker, by giving them a second pass of my own. Not altering the drawing, but simply making the lines darker. He agreed. So i started drawing his drawing all over again, until they were noticeable. Then he would ask me to color them, and i would. He got to sell a lot of his art at fairs and stuff.

I did have friends. I had a group of 4 guy friends in elementary school, who i spent lunch reading Harry Potter books with. I also had 2 girl friends that were my neighbors, who i would “play” barbies with. They would bring their Barbies and all their accessories, and i would bring my Link figurine. The one you could order from the OoT Zelda pamphlet. It was so boring... All they wanted was to dress up the dolls and all that. I wanted to have adventures! 

Never happened with them, or my friends in school.

Later i moved to the US, and i went to middle school, where i met my future girlfriend. I remember so vividly that she said i looked like a whore for dressing up in a dress for a school dance. She was not a good person. But i stuck around. She was different and we would talk about anime and manga. We had this thing that we would do during class in which i would draw a stick figure on a page and pass it to her, who would add a stick figure of her own, interacting with mine. If was amazing! It didnt matter what either of us added to the page, the other would just go with it and continue adding to this story we made together. 

Heh, you could say that my first OCs were literal stick figures. 

We continued friends until high school, where something strange happened. I say strange cuse i dont know of anyone else personally that did this, other than us. I started embodying my OCs. I would say that “Cyn” was in her room, and someone else was possessing my body for the time being. But not just anyone, it was my own characters. People i thought would be best suited to face things than little meek me. Be it school stuff, family stuff, working out, ditching class, even my personal relationship with my girlfriend. She was also doing the same. Acting as her own OCs. I dont know how it started, but it just did. and we kept it up for a long time. All through high school, really. Up until she broke my heart. But it was strange because the girlfriends relationship was between some of out OCs, but not all of them. Some would actively ignore the other, while others just wanted each other in more ways than one. 

I cared so much for her, that i allowed her to rope me into her family drama. It took over my life so much that i had completely replaced my own loving family with her broken one... I say that she broke my heart, and she really did. But i feel like it was the best thing she could have done for me. Experiences with her made me grow up from the perfect little girl that makes her parents proud to a girl that apparently had split personalities.

When she left... I was kind of lost. Having so many personalities out in the open as someone else taking care of my problem didnt work anymore. I didnt want to sound like a crazy person by telling people, “Im not Cyn, im _______.” I realized i had to grow up and admit to myself that it was just me, and i was being the person i wanted to be with the excuse that it was someone else. Because i was nothing. It took me years to get over that. I still sometimes find myself talking to one of my personalities, having full conversations and confrontations. I still feel like it helps me.

Anyways, when me and my grilfriend broke up, i found a new friend. She and I were part of a group of friends that self-published a manga magazine. We organized some OCTs and all that. It was cool.

In one of those OCTs, i met a guy from the other side of the world. We started RPing with each other and started creating this world together that i loved so much that we opened the chat RP to other of our friends from the OCTs. It later turned into a forum RP in this cute website that ran for 1000+ forum pages. If you could see us. All sitting at a table with out computers, like a LAN party, but were just RPing in type. Waiting for each other to post our next thing, and refreshing the page over and over again to keep reading the story. 

Eventually, the forum story reached stagnation with the other characters in the story, so me and my friend took it out to a two person roleplay chat once again. 

We roleplayed with each other for 6 years. This consumed my life just as the other personalities did. I would be with family, but my face on my phone, roleplaying and creating this world that it was just ours. And it was built for years and years, building upon the world i had created since elementary. It was this amazing place that only the two of us knew.

Then i started watching critical role and i wondered if i could do that! Roleplay with other people, maybe bring them into my world.

My first DM experience was typical. I over prepared, and made the encounters so hard that my friends ended up just abandoning the mission and not wanting to play anymore. Atleast not with me as a DM. 

I was nothing again.

So i let my friend be the DM, and i became a player in the world i had helped create for years. Mostly because she didnt like how i was managing the world myself. She wanted control of it, so she took it. I felt like shit about that, but i was not going to be a petty as her. This was just a game. It was not going to mess with the ‘canon lore’ of our imaginary world no one else knew as well as us.

Anyways, it is predictable that we had a falling out, and strangely stopped talking over night. My family had always told me how they felt like my friendship with her was holding me back, and i was determined to not allow that to happen. The loss of her friendship would not stagger me. I am stronger than that. I am strong.

......

I started DMing again. With only one player. The one guy from my group of high school friends that i would have never expected to stay friends with me or willing to face my crazy world alone. But he did! I felt like an idiot that i never took his friendship seriously. He deserved better from me. (btw, Hi, dude!) I DMed a game for him for almost six months, until i felt confident that i knew how to DM better, and he felt like he needed help.

I decided to not invite people we already knew... This was something new, me opening my crazy and letting people play in the world i would escape to in my mind. People we knew would judge me for being broken. Strangers would get to know me like this, and hopefully understand that this is normal for me. 

This was the best thing i could have ever done.

I made that world my own. I erased the places that hurt me and replaced them with adventures and so many new faces. NPCs. Names of people changed, their stories changed, I changed. 

Now i have a group of players that have just finished the first campaign in my world. A 2 year long campaign. And they wanted to return to that world immediately, now having started Campaign 2 without even missing a single session. Not only that, but they ask me for extra sessions! They cant get enough! They are excited to be there and experience the story i will present them! I didnt know... people would like it. 

I asked them what kind of DM they would describe me as. They agreed on “The Depressing DM”. The one that makes them face harsh consequences and situations that challenge their morality. I... I didn’t describe myself as happy until i dropped my old relationships, when out on my own with my world, and found new adventurers. I have always felt loved by my family, but i never thought others could love what i do. I still cant believe it is real. I am actually happy. They want me around because of who i am, what i do, and what i give them. I wished i had known sooner... But i am glad i know now. I am so grateful for my players, my friends. Thank you for welcoming me with such open minds, and joining my game. You guys make me happy. :)

[annielaskorp]

Gotta Ticket to Anywhere

TW: Injury, Depression

annie didn't knock on the door. she didn't fucking need to. at this point, owen's house was practically her house. which was fine because his house was big enough to house all the residents of little hope. seriously, the place was huge. but that wasn't important. the important thing was that she got her hands on owen and gave him a nice slap. for scaring her. for acting like it was no big deal. for having to find out from her dad, who apparently was the one to take him to the fucking hospital after he had the accident. when she should've found out from owen. you know? owen? her best friend? pretty much her big fucking brother? and she wasn't even allowed to fucking see him? what kind of shit was that, anyway? and, yeah, her pop was nice enough to drop her off at owen's place, but that didn't mean he was off the hook for keeping her from the hospital. especially not for leaving to go help owen without telling her before leaving that that was what he was doing. fuck them both. assholes. "hey, dipshit! where you at?

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she didn't want to fucking hear it. no excuses. no bullshit. all straight-forward angry confrontational madness. she strolled into that house ready to duke it out between bros, and that was exactly what she was prepared to do. now looking at her douchebag friend's face, she tried to dish out her nastiest snarl. of course, she'd never been one host a lot of facial expressions, so it wasn't really intimidating. just kinda looked like her usual resting-bitch-face. "don't you fuckin patronize me, cocksucker," she huffed, though she didn't really stop him from wheeling her into the living room. asshole. "and don't smile at me like that, fuckwad-- i'm mad at you. you're an asshat and a cock-hole-shitting-fuckin-fuck-fucker." she didn't really have the words. well, she had some words, but they weren't really helpful. annie tried to push him away, but instead simply put her hands on his chest. buff fucking motherfucking ass. "get less buff so i can fucking push you around, brazilian wax mother fucker."

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"my pop can go suck a dick." he wasn't off the hook, either. there was no reason that he couldn't have told her before this. before knowing that he was okay. she might've been able to do something for owen while he was out after the accident. pinched him in the fce until he woke up. you know, helpful things. she could be helpful. albeit violent. "what the fuck. no. you don't just get to apologize. even if you should apologize. becuse you were in the wrong, and you're an asshole. i'm gonna fuckin' punch you for this. you know that," he hugged her, and she rested her head against his shoulder, half-heartedly started to hit a fiist at his chest, "'cos you should've told me. i shouldn't have heard it from my fuckin' dad. fuck you, man." it was upsetting that he didn't think it was a big deal. he should've known it was a big deal. he should've... then again, she couldn't remember a time when she ever told him how she was put in the chair. had she never..? "you're not allowed to go and get yourself killed in a car accident, fuckface. don't ever fucking do that again." if she hadn't been allowed to die in her car accident, then neither could he.

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annie didn't like being patronized. she definitely didn't like being patronized while being picked up. she actually didn't fucking like being picked up to begin with, anyway? so the whole thing had her squirming, huffing, and giving owen a death glare fit for the fiery pits of satan's ass-crack. she pushed on his face as he spoke, didn't even care that he was giving another apology. which, again, he should be giving because he fucking needed to apologize? like, forever. she sighed, audibly. it was an incredibly audible sigh, and that was because she wanted it to be very well heard. because she was upset. and if her expression didn't say it (lol, because it didn't), then she would have to prove it in other ways. "yeah, you'd fucking better cuddle me, you rat bastard." she nosed against his chest, relaxed just the tiniest bit at the hair petting. it wasn't much, but it was better than nothing, she supposed. even if she was still pissed. even if she would probably hold this grudge for a while. "well, fuck you for thinking i shouldn't be in the fucking loop. i don't care what chicks you're fucking or whose ass hole you're licking, i am your loop. your whole loop. i should be the fucking first number on your phone if something happens." what would happen if he'd died? and she never got a chance to see him first? what the hell was she supposed to do if something like that happened, huh? she closed her eyes, wrapped an arm around his chest and snuggled close.

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she almost hated the fact that it was so much easier talking to owen about the difficult shit. probably because owen was just as much of a dick as she was. that is to say, it was both a reason why it was easier to talk to him and a reason why she hated to. what worried her was how resigned to it he seemed to be now. there was no backlash, no dumb fucking jokes. like, yeah, annie really wanted to think that it was just because he deserved it. but she also just kinda wondered if it was because he was upset about it, too. granted, the fucker had been in accidents before. faced mortality. hell, his leg was made out of metal, after all. there had to be some kind of story there, right? "yes. you fuckin' will," it wasn't as angry as her other remarks, but more a matter of fact. at least owen could learn from his fucking mistakes, right? at least he was able to get out of that hospital bed fully intact. or. as intact as he could be, considering he didn't go in fully intact to begin with. at least he was still mobile. that was good. at least he wasn't dead. "you're gonna order us food, right?" because she wasn't gonna let him drive them anywhere. even if he'd probably already bought fifteen fucking cars to replace the one. though, if he wanted to make a call, he'd have to do it from where he was. because annie wasn't moving.

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she'd asked him (more like told him, but in a kind of polite way? whatever. fuck being polite) for food, but she really hadn't put any thought into what she might want to eat. granted, she always wanted mcdonalds, but she doubted that mcdonalds delivered. not to mention, the fucker would probably turn up his nose at every fuckin' bite of double cheeseburger. "what? like i'm gonna fuckin' go anywhere, are you nuts. i'm comfortable. i'm not fuckin' moving anywhere," of course she also didn't answer the question. to be fair, she was a little too resigned to her spot and position to care about what they were gonna eat. as long as owen was there. and not dead in a fucking ditch somewhere. as long as she knew he was going to be okay. and he was still walking upright. and not. well. you know. worse off than he was. "fuck, man. i dunno. shitty chinese food sounds good. as long as it's cheap and shitty. it can't be super fuckin' fancy, you know? that ruins chinese take-out." or delivery. whatever you were supposed to call it. she was quiet for a moment, then finally asked the question, "so what the fuck happened?"

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and it was like laying on a mass that could disappear at any moment, at least that's what it felt like to annie. right then and there. right now. as if one stupid decision could make him gone forever, which is could, actually. "what's wrong with healthy? other than it being fuckin' disgusting, i don't know. and i don't care. i just don't want it." and maybe one day she'd die from something that a long line of bad choices and stupid decisions had caused. but, seriously, annie wasn't made for looking too far into the future. she cared about the here and now, and recently, owen had done something fucked up. and god, he was being so passive about it. it made her so fucking angry. her dad had been passive about it, too. as if he didn't think one stupid car accident could kill somebody. or worse, as if it couldn't maim somebody to the point that they'd have been better off dead. and maybe that was a fucked up thought, but fuck you, and fuck anyone that tried to tell her how to feel. "that's it? you got fucked up and got in the car? and just decided to drive the fuck off? you're such a fuckin' douche, you know that?"

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Other character mentioned belongs to Neva of RP: Abandon Hope

[hotcocosharing]

Glory Days Part 6 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ Maki’s POV It’s as if every bad decision I have ever made has decided to taunt me today; only being levelled out by the feeling of Eri’s hand working wonders between my legs which has got me wishing we had a little more privacy - and that I wasn’t restricted right now by the restraints of my jeans. Toshiaki sure has some fucking explaining to do. What favor from the other night is Eri talking about? Frustrated at the fact that I’m completely out of the circle when it comes to the information I’m wishing I had right now, I continue to ignore the women who are practically throwing themselves at me and focus my attention on the one woman who is successfully getting under my skin. Goddamnit this shouldn’t be happening! I’ve got my pick of the crop at my fingertips and the one troublesome type which I usually only see as a challenge for a single night of fun has got me wrapped tightly around her finger. She could say jump and I wouldn’t even bother asking how high. This isn’t right; it’s time for me to set down the playing rules and show her who’s boss again. Asking - no, telling Eriko that she’s coming out side for a cigarette with me, I practically leave the rest of the group for dead as I  drag the peppy, happy-go-lucky girl out of the restaurant with a tight grip around her wrist, pulling her into me once we reach the street. A hand snaking through her hair to keep her head still as I crash my lips against hers, my free hand trails to loosely wrap around her waist and hold her close, only breaking the attention that I’m giving her to hail down a taxi. As soon as the car comes to a stop, I open the rear passenger door for her like a gentleman should and close it behind me with a slam as I get in; giving the driver my address and slipping a twenty dollar bill over into his hand so that he won’t ‘glance back in the rear view mirror’. “Now where were we?”, I ask near out of breath into Eri’s ear as my hands quickly find their way back onto her body, toying with the hem of her top which I lift only just enough to gain access for my fingers to slip beneath the waistband of her jeans. “A bit tight”, I manage to mutter stupidly as my lips begin to start sucking at her neck; hopefully to leave bruises which will last the rest of the week, “..I wonder what else might be.”

Midori’s POV It seems that the ditching doesn’t have to be done once 2/5th of the group hurriedly disappear out of sight leaving Shun and I wish a very confused Toshiaki that says he’ll figure out on his own what he’ll do with the rest of the night. “Keep us both warm huh?”, I ask with a raised eyebrow as we make our own exit, not complaining at all that I have a guys arm draped over my shoulders, taking the opportunity to snake my own around him into a half hug which stalls our walking, “It’s still summer… nice try though.” “So do you have anything in mind?”, Shun asks and I half roll my eyes at the suggestion - he’s been touchy feely all night. My mind instantly jumps to the acronym WWED which translates to what would Eri do? but I do my best to counteract the thought - the idea of dragging a guy back to my place or even to a semi secluded area for a bit of what most women call ‘fun’ isn’t a priority or aim for me right now. “There’s a playground close by”, I suggest - only before wanting to punch myself in the face for the worst idea possible slipping from me like word vomit, “Or um.. it’s still early enough that we could see a movie, or maybe… like.. we could go.. watch the stars… somewhere?” I can hear my voice getting higher and higher in pitch to almost a squeek and end my suggestions there; a hot red hue burning across my cheeks. It’s then that I can feel more word vomit creeping up the back of my throat - ughh… shut up Midori just shut up. “LookIReallyLikeYouAndIDontWantToFuckThisUp.” The words come out at a million miles per hour so I’d be surprised if what I said even was coherent. Unsure of whether I should wait for a response or not, my nervousness keeps me talking. “There’s a bar close by I know. What about a drink?”

Eriko’s POV

Sex in the cab wouldn’t be a first for me but the seemingly fun gentleman from the night of the frat party to our regularly disturbed dinner ten minutes ago, Yukihisa Maki strikes me as a major ass though sleeping with jackass isn’t a problem for me. It is my ego that doesn’t want to give in to his statement of "I’m the man and I’m the boss.” Sure, it’s sexy every now and then when daddy kink is in play bit given how turn off I’m right now, I only want to tease this playboy one more go.

Despite how magical his fingers are, I gently push him away and lean in front to slip another twenty dollars note to the driver and whispers for him to drop me off first then back to punishing the man in charge.

Holding up my hand, I silence him with a fingertip to his lips. “You’re very popular, aren’t you doctor?” Letting my finger fall, I slowly pluck at his bottom lip as I straddle him, his eyes burning with lust. “So you like them young.” I sigh, fingers running down his muscular chest before grabbing his chin gently and pull his lips to mine.

Running his hands up and down my sides while I unbuckle his belt and slide the pants down just with his boxer brief showing his eager bulge, he groans against my mouth as I buck my hips against his creating a friction that nearly makes him burst I assume.

I could feel his crotch twitch beneath me so I shift my weight forward, grinding him further, faster and harder. His eyes remain closed as I make my way down and nibble his neck while stealing a glance out the window that we are only few blocks away.

“Do any of them make you feel this good?” I whisper before planting small bites and swirling my tongue over his obvious soft spot.

“Oh god!”

His true expression only earn me a bigger grin on my face, I pull away and his eyebrows raised.

“Oh don’t worry, big boy. You’re getting there.” His grips on my hips tend to slow down, sign of withholding his explosion till he’s back to his place- as if that’s going to happen.

Taking his wrists in mine, I pull them away from my bottom and lock them above his head- men just love that, don’t they?

Maki groans in frustration, possibly battling between how much he wants to come and finding a way to tease me the same way I’m teasing him. “Oh…Eri,” he half maons, half begs- so much for a boss.

Rocking his manhood rapidly, I watch his every change of expression till a loud fuck leaves his lips and the moist stain on his boxer.

“We’re here!”

The driver announces, his voice a little cracked and I hurry out the cab, slamming the door back at Maki ’s face.

Shunichiro’s POV

“Look I really like you and I don’t want to fuck this up!”

I have never met someone as adorable as Midori, as tempting as it is to seal her lips once again which most likely would only make her more nervous than she already is, I have zero intention to let her think I’m a perv like Maki. “I prefer you sober and get to know the real you so I have another kind of bar in mind.”

Her eyes sparkle when we arrive at one of the most popular dessert bar cafe near by, she seems slightly out of breath and overcome by her excitement of our extended date but at least it looks likes she approves of the cakes here unlike most girls in college who watch their weigh like hawks.

Tilting my head sideways and rest my chin in my hand, I take a quick scan from her head to toe. Eriko has done more than a good job at this make over, Midori is perfect the way she is and all she needs is just a bit more confidence.

Wiping off the cream from the corner of her lips, her pink lips glowing and inviting. I lean forward, all the noise and chattering fade in the background while I melt into her never-ending sweetness.

Eriko’s POV

There is a familiar figure in front of me, face to face. “What are you doing here, Toshi?”

The lonewolf of the campus has wandered around to avoid walking into my steamy session with his best friend.

“Hey, there’s no pancakes but I have ice creams and horror movies, you interested?” Hooking my arm onto his elbow after his hesitate nod, I giggle as the night breeze bring us a little closer.