#admin chey

[idsaysomeslormponthat]

Luke Hemmings for Rolling Stone

"Shakes" out now! 🩵

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Out Of Character

Name/Alias: Chey Age: 27 NSFW Personal Preference: I’m comfortable with smut but Its not really my specialty. I don't mind using fade to black. Series/Season: Up to S5. Canon Changes: No canon changes. Activity Level: Mostly afternoon or midnight. Time Zone: EST. RP Experience: 7yrs on tumblr. Best Mode of Contact: Discord.

In-Character

Desired Character: Stiles Stillinski Age: 18 OTP / NOTP: Stiles x Lydia Housing: House in the Garden District.

Interview questions.

01. Give us your thoughts on New Orleans?

"New Orleans is G R E A T, wonderful really - y'know, minus the high mortality rate."

02. Tell us how you feel about your species, and if you could change it what would you choose to be and why?

"i''m human, and living here, well, life expectancy for someone like me is AT MOST a month. not worried at all, totally cool."

03. Please describe the most important person to you and why?

"My dad, scott, lydia, the p a c k. yeah, actually they're all pretty fricken important."

04. Detail a specific point in time that has detrimentally changed you?

"probably that time i was possessed by a deranged dark kitsune that tormented my friends for fun. i watched it all happen. i couldn't do anything. i had all this p o w e r, but i was powerless. i couldn't stop. they were suffering. suffering because of M E. it was me.. and there was nothing i could do. i just watched. I just watched her die."

05. Explain (a few) bad habit(s) in detail that you’ve picked up over the years, if you remember when you started it describe that pivotal moment as well as what you’ve tried to do to cope with it?

"i got this problem where i make everyones problem my problem. i probably shouldn't.. well, get in the middle - do things that go against every moral fiber of my being - but i can't help it. i gotta help. i can't just.. y'know... not know. It's what I do, its who i am, maybe its morbid curiousity.. or a calling or whatever."

Playlist.  

• My Body — Young Giant • Wheres My Mind — The Pixies • I Feel Like I'm Drowning — Two Feet

Paragraph sample.

Stiles drove down the dirt path and parked his jeep at the very edge of the bayou, his headlights cutting through the thicket of trees sending little animals scurrying away. He reached into his backseat, grabbed his trusty bat, and just like always, Stiles went off to chase a lead. he'd been following along on the radio like he often did against his fathers wishes, listening into officers calls for fresh news. he had a knack for meddling in any and all dangerous things. maybe it was the adrenaline or maybe it was the adderall he'd taken. the air was thick and muggy, the worst scenario for a swamp as the mosquitos drawn by sweat clung to him desperately for a taste. he swatted them away wildly. trudging his way through the wet earth that suctioned onto each step he took. he began to wrestle his way through the most dense part of the underbrush like a puppet with it's strings being pulled in different directions all at once. tightening his grip on the bat, he clicked on the flash light he'd brought in his breast pocket, turning 360 to decide which way to go. further and further he went until the ground gave a way beneath him. His foot catching under a gnarled root, he toppled over, slidding down a small trench with a shriek. surely the sound alerting any predators of his vulnerable state. stiles glanced up, his face streaked with grime as he flipped himself over and scrambled to grab his flashlight. but as he reached out for it, he seen a set of bare feet focused in front of the light. "what in the actual.." he groaned, looking up to meet a girl with brunette hair plastered wet to her pale face from the recent rain. in a panic he reached for his weapon, fingers slipping momentarily before catching hold. her eyes were glowering down at him through the darkness, bright and burning yellow like the sun.

[junespriince]

JunesPriince comes back in our lord year 2016, I was 14yo and was on the totally safe and ain't 40% of my trauma (sarcasm, that place is a nightmere and i saw way too many penis any 13-16yo SHOULD wtf, i haven't delete my wattpad account tho bec,,,, nostalgia, great friends at the time i met on there so yeah) there was this active rp groupchat like rp open for persona and i wanted Yosuke Hanamura, took two tries bec FroggyPriince and Camofrogger were not liked by the admin so i said fuck it JunesPriince and got accepted, unfortunately that rp died bec there were more people who wanted to be the hot new persona 5 characters the admin was one themselves, and i remember a rise and chei that wanted to wait for more characters,,,, sadge, so i made this name a email, was silverpriince for a hot sec in honor of this name and now this is my main one bec i fear if I do anything slug related my parents will find me they already showing me tumblrs with in on there,,, all bec i chamged my wattpad user to that one and now that wattpad is just dead and alive for nostalgia, so thanks at the time picky 15yo ya gave me a sweet ass user

USERNAME LORE GIVE IT TO ME NOW YOU ALL

[igottahavemorechristopherwalken]

hiiiiii blog admin~

I'd love to know if you know where I can watch Business Affair! Preferably for free (I'm poor) AND I'd love to know if there exists a google doc/drive giving access to these underrated Cheis movies and shows!!!

thanks for reading and answering<3

Hello! Sorry for answering this super late (I've been really bad about maintaining this blog). It's been forever since I've watched A Business Affair, but I remember really enjoying it! It doesn't seem to be easy to find on the typical streaming services, unfortunately.

I actually have a DVD of the film that I bought online many years ago. Sometimes when I'm having trouble finding one of his films, I check out my local library for it. Tubi also has some of them, and it's free.

I'd also be curious about if the community has made a Google Doc or some other resource with links to all of his movies. I think it would be really useful!

[societieshq]

is the cellular service out during the storm?

hot question  ,  and the answer is no  !  however  ,  the signal may be spotty  ,  resulting in your muse having to get creative to get some extra bars  !

[kamiasolove]

Me to my brain when it decides to come up with (and be super motivated to write) a random one-shot idea when I KNOW there’s a bunch of great requests sitting in the ask box. 

[atinyfeels]

[!] Requests are officially open

[diavolosthots]

Ohhh it's open!! love your writing, so may i get some headcanons for the demon brothers and their reaction to the mc telling them 'i love you' in different languages?? take care and stay healthy!!!!

***REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN THIS IS FROM LAST TIME***

So I did a different country thing HERE in case anyone wants to see also disclaimer I used google on some of these

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC saying ‘I love you’ in another language

Lucifer: (german)

Of course he knew you spoke another language and he’s quite fascinated to hear you talk on the phone with your family. It’s easy to hide from you that demons know all languages and he chuckles every time you talk about him, good and bad. However, he never heard those words from your lips in your mother tongue, so he was somewhat taken aback. Truthfully, he would be taken aback in any tongue but the way the “ich liebe dich” sounded coming from your lips had him pause for a moment, only for his smirk to return and for him to reply; “ich liebe dich auch.” 

Mammon: (Spanish)

Here’s the thing; he knows everything about you and he sometimes finds himself starting a sentence in spanish and then stopping himself halfway because that’s not the main language you communicate in. He has pestered you a lot about going to Spain and meeting your family, and you finally brought it up that he doesn’t speak spanish? He only laughed. You thought he was messing around so you said “te amo” with a smug grin on your face, but he only returned it, “yo también te amo .” 

Leviathan: (japanese)

On the rare occasion that he actually does understand anything while playing games or watching his favorite show, he’s actually super shocked that you say those words, especially in japanese, and very well, too! “大好きです (daisuki desu)!” He choked on his spit, almost fell out of his chair, and swore he saw God again the minute you said that. Super shocked, and although he could technically reply, he’s just too overwhelmed by what you said that he couldn’t form a coherent sentence in ANY language. 

Satan: (Greek)

Demons know all languages by default, but of course demons like Satan are drawn to some more than others, specifically latin and greek. They’re ancient and hold a lot of history, a lot of weight, something that satan admires, so when you say, “Σε αγαπώ (Se agapó)” in perfect greek, he returns it with ease, “κι εγω σε αγαπω (ki ego se agapo)” as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him.

Asmodeus: (French)

As the avatar of lust, he appreciates all things fancy, schmancy, and of love. French is his go to language for woo-ing someone and damn he does a good job! But imagine his surprise when you spoke back to him one day! “Je t’aime” are not words he takes lightly and as much as he loves to hear those pretty little words roll off your tongue, he probably isn’t quite ready to say them back. A soft smile will suffice for now. 

Beelzebub: (Chinese) 

He loves a country with a lot of culture and very good food and constantly talks about chinese food, like the actual, authentic, and good kind. He was so caught up in his daydreams about it that he almost didn’t hear you say “我爱你 (Wǒ ài nǐ)” he says “我也爱你 (Wǒ yě ài nǐ)” so fast that you almost feared he didn’t actually get it. And he may or may not, because the conversation about food continues.

Belphegor: (Swedish)

Hearing you speak your mother tongue makes him smile. He loves the northern countries and all the cold and beauty they bring. Rolling up in blankets or seeing the scenery… These are parts of the world he will gladly be awake for. Your cute little swedish speaking self has him swooning as soon as “Jag älskar dig” left your mouth. A soft smile would graze his features, although thinking in another language proves too much at the moment, “I love you too.” 

[devildomsexting]

Hii can I request some fluff with Lucifer 🥺 I don't know if you write fluff, if not it's okey 🥰 hope you have a great day

Thank you SO much for this request. Even with all the notes, I was worried that people weren’t interested in this blog because there were no requests. And of COURSE I can write fluff for you guys!! I hope you like this and please feel free to request more in the future🧡

-Admin Chey

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[seoladair]

here’s some context. shrugs

Local Disaster — 08/01/2021

I debated against doing this, I wondered if it was truly necessary or if it would be acceptable to cut and run, but in the end, I decided I’m a better person than that, that despite what you think of me, I’m not going to ghost you without explanation. 

For a long time, you were my darling. You were my wifey. We were on the same wavelength and finished each other’s sentences, you gave me a connection of a depth that I never experienced before when it comes to a roleplay partner and I think that’s why this is so hard, why I can feel my heart in my throat right now. I never thought it would come to this and maybe that makes me a fool. 

For a long time, I thought you were perfect. The perfect welcoming person, the perfect writing partner, you were engaging and receptive and so fast that it was intimidating; I thought I was so lucky to have found you, and I continued to think like that until Minnie. That’s what opened my eyes and first made me question you, the way you turned against her over something that was a misunderstanding, the way you grew angry at her for things you failed at. It wasn’t fair and now that I look back at it, I’m ashamed of the way I had your back and was loyal to you, the way I tried to make it sound reasonable and didn’t do more to stand up for her even as you belittled her around others. I let you turn me into a dishonourable person and I am ashamed. 

I did that for weeks, months, and as time passed, my attachment to you started to change because I started to realize more things. The way every other connection I had was disappearing, the way I felt guilty if I wrote for someone besides you, the way I could never seem to reply fast enough for you, or write enough for you, even when you owed me. I started being afraid to reblog memes, I was worried about talking to Chey about Hell and Gonzo because you might find out, I felt like my access to the fandom was gradually being erased until you were the only thing I had in it.

And I let you do it, because I thought I was lucky. 

I felt like I was your chosen one, you said I was your person, that you and your muses didn’t want anyone else, so who was I to complain about my role in the presence slowly being chipped away? 

Except here’s the thing. All of that was only true when I was here for you, because as soon as I was busy and couldn’t drop everything to give you my attention, you moved on without a word. You broke singleship without having even the common courtesy to mention it in a message, instead you tried to make me feel guilty, like it was my fault because Ben missed his boyfriend, just like you tried to make me feel like your mood being down was my fault because I put my own life ahead of your roleplay needs. 

And the horrible thing is that maybe I would have forgiven that and stuck to the status quo if I hadn’t decided to try to be nice to you and be a good wifey. I woke up in the middle of the night and I couldn’t go back to sleep, so just for a moment, I’d pop in and tell you hello, give you a sweet good morning message to wake up to, and instead I saw notifications for the server, so I looked at them. I looked in the Admin channel. 

I found out just how badly you were misrepresenting things and just how much damage you were doing. The more I learned, the angrier I grew until I didn’t want to tell you hello, I’ve only wanted to tell you goodbye. There’s no need for me to have to keep you secrets when you make people miserable and I’m only sorry it took until you decided to overwrite me in your life to stand up for everyone you’ve decided to trample. 

 I have been flawed and I have been wrong, I’ve said negative things and likely done toxic things and I’m sure I’m going to screw up again, but it’s not going to be in your name.

Did the message you sent me make me waiver in this decision? Yes, it did, I’m not going to deny that. Because I loved you, I found the most perfectly compatible person in the world for me and I encouraged you in your neediness; I let it fuel my own sense of self importance, but we burned so fast and so fiercely that I burned out. 

I want you to know that I believe you. I believe you went through the stages of grief over me because your message in the server made it sound as if I had died and you were my widow readying funeral rights. I never wanted to do that to you. I never thought you would react that badly. I never thought you would doubt I’d return to you. 

I believe that you’re codependent because I encouraged you to be that way, I wanted you to need me and in the end, that ruined us. I love what we had and I miss it, but I don’t think we’re good for each other anymore. No matter how much your message makes me want to reach out to you and tell you it’s okay, that I’m here for you, there’s too much that can’t be forgiven and my trust in you isn’t only broken, it’s shattered, and it’s about more than the singleship and saying you didn’t care if I came back. 

I think I’m going to remember you for a long time and while I’ve been angry and hurt by your actions, I also don’t think I’ll ever encounter another writing partner that I click with so perfectly. I’m saying goodbye to you and cutting the cord to move on, but I wish you well. I wish you roleplay partners that can give you everything you want, and I selfishly hope that even if we never talk again, that you forgive me for this one day. 

For the last time, my love, goodnight and sweet dreams. Have them always for me.

[idsaysomeslormponthat]

Ashton Irwin via Ai Fm

[askayakashi]

Yakumo Koizumi

A/N: I need more writing for this fandom so I guess I’ll start with adding my own. Here’s a piece for everyone’s favorite professor. Please feel free to jump into my ask box with any requests!

-Admin Chey

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As you strolled through the street, clutching the small package to your chest, you couldn’t help but smile as you imagined giving your friend the gift you had gotten him. After asking your father and you to sit for a painting-- a study in poses, he said-- Aoi had gifted you the art, refusing to take payment for it. You had racked your brain for a way to repay him, against his insistence that there was no need, and finally stumbled across a beautiful set of wooden paint brushes that you deemed worthy of the artist. While smiling smugly down at the package, knowing he would have to accept it, you didn’t notice that you weren’t paying attention to the road until you bumped into a stranger. 

The impact caused you to stumble, almost dropping the package in your arms, but before you could feel the crash of colliding with the ground, a strong hand grabbed you by the arm, just above your elbow, and stabilized you. You were mortified at your obvious lack of caution while walking and turned around sharply to face the person.

“Pardon me! I’m so sorry. I must pay closer attention as I walk; please forgive me!” you half-shouted in alarm, bowing deeply in apology and praying that the stranger was not too upset with you. 

“On the contrary,” the familiar voice started, “I can’t imagine a happier surprise than the circumstances that led to my running into you, my Sweet Doll.” 

You straightened up as your eyes met with the crimson eyes of your father’s close friend and observed his ever-gentle smile as he teased you, “Or should I say, with your running into me?” 

You were suddenly overcome with relief-- not only was the person that you had inconvenienced not upset, but it also turned out to be Professor Yakumo, whose presence had always been a comforting one since you were a little girl. At least, that was how it used to be. Recently, the way he always seemed genuinely happy to see you would trigger a nervous fluttering in your stomach. While you always held a gentle respect and admiration for the man, you had more recently begun to develop a sense of overwhelming delight in hearing him call you by his favorite nickname for you.

Ignoring the increased pace of your heartbeat, you gave him a smile in return and greeted him cheerfully.

 “Are you out performing a delivery for your father, my Doll? Nothing would make me happier than to have the opportunity to escort you in my carriage.” 

You smiled genuinely at his kindness. Regardless of your confusing feelings for the man, he truly was the kindest man that you had the pleasure of knowing. 

“Not today, Professor. I’m actually dropping off a present for my friend at the Raccord Milk Hall.” You didn't miss the way his smiled widened slightly. You overheard him mention to your father how glad he was that you had recently seemed to be surrounded by good friends, citing that he didn’t want you to miss out on making important memories in your youth. The fact that he cared so deeply about your happiness only helped to further your admiration of him. “You see, my friend recently painted a portrait of Father and I, and I wanted to repay his kindness.” You gestured to the package in your arms and he was pleased by your declaration.

“Then it is an even greater coincidence that we are on our way to the bookstore next door to the Milk Hall. Please allow me the honour of accompanying you there.”

He offered you his elbow and you took it as he walked you to the carriage. You tried to suppress the butterflies that seemed to flutter at the thought of riding with him. It was far from the first time that you would be riding alone with the man, having often been offered rides to and from school. However, that had been before you began to notice the change in your feelings for the esteemed professor. You graciously, if not shyly, accepted his hand as he helped you into the carriage before it registered in your head that he had said “we” and not “I” when he mentioned the bookstore as his destination. You balked as you entered the carriage, realizing that you were not the only guest that he was accompanying. 

Two beautiful young women sat on one side of the cabin together, arms linked, and looked up in curiosity upon your entrance. You took a seat across from them silently as your eyes studied the floor. You had no intention of being rude, but the surge of foreign emotions that bubbled up inside your chest confused you into a stupor. The idea of jealousy was not an unknown emotion, but the disappointment that you felt weighing on you surprised you to no end. 

For a moment, you had let yourself believe that you were the only girl upon whom the professor doted so lovingly, but felt a fool when you saw the beautiful girls across from you. Of course the handsome professor was not solely smitten with a girl who was practically still a child when he could have any woman he wanted. 

“Hello,” the unexpectedly kind voice broke you out of your internal debate as you met eyes with the beauty who spoke, “I am Miyami, and this is Hiyoko.” She gestured to the girl sitting in front of you who beamed at you with a mischievous look in her eye. Miyami smiled warmly and continued, “I haven’t seen you at the university before; are you coming with us to return some books?”

Before you could answer, the professor finished speaking with the driver and gracefully climbed into the carriage, taking the remaining seat beside you. 

“I wasn’t aware that anyone else would be joining us, professor. Won’t you introduce us to your friend?” The girl sitting across from you -Hiyoko- smiled teasingly in your direction as she asked her question. You willed yourself to smile in return, but you knew it must look forced. The situation was making you uncomfortable, if only because you didn’t have the privacy to decode the different thoughts swimming around in your head. 

You couldn't help but admire the beauty of the girls in front of you: one with a lively disposition of and the other radiating kindness. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly feeling self-conscious of yourself.

“Ladies, allow me to introduce you to L/N F/N.” You felt your chest tighten minutely at the introduction. Something about hearing his voice say your name, rather than the nickname he always used with you, made you feel oddly distant from the man who was sitting mere inches away from you. However, this feeling was quickly swept away by a burning heat in your cheeks at the girls’ responses.

“Professor!” Hiyoko gasped excitedly, raising her hand to cover her smirk as she glanced between the two of you. Her friend continued, “I had thought you surely exaggerated her beauty when you spoke of her. But I can clearly see that is not the case.” Your cheeks burned impossibly warmer at the compliment and the insinuation that he had spoken of you often enough for the young women to know you by name alone.

“How fortunate of us to get to meet the girl with whom the professor is so smitten.” Hiyoko continued in a teasing tone, oblivious to your ever-growing blush. Glancing to the man at your side, you found him gently smiling down at you. 

“Excuse my students, Doll, it seems they have not yet learned the art of subtlety.” He chuckled pointedly as he glanced at the girl in front of you who seemed unperturbed. So these girls were his students. If you hadn’t been so dejected at the thought of him pursuing the girls in front of you, you might have noticed the western history book sitting in Miyami’s lap-- the very subject that he taught at the university.

“How lucky you are to have such a charming man as the professor pursuing your heart. I must say I almost prefer listening to him talk about you than about the western countries.”

“Hiyoko, I would wish that you don’t embarrass L/N with your exaggeration.” The professor cut the girl’s joking off with a laugh of his own. “She will think that I am incompentent a professor if she believes she is the only subject of which I discuss with my students.” Your heart lightened at the soft laughter that seemed to fill the cabin and willed your blush to cool as you spoke. 

“I do not mind much if you should speak of me to your students.” You said, trying to hold back the happiness threatening to burst out of your chest at the thought of him truly only having eyes for you. “But perhaps it is only fair if you also speak of your students to me, so that I may be on an even footing upon meeting them.” You looked into his eyes as you spoke the second half, giving him a smile to let him know you were only half-teasing.

 “L/N is quite right, Professor. That seems only fair that you also speak of Hiyoko and I to L/N.”

“Indeed,” Hiyoko agreed with a laugh. “I am wounded that you do not speak of us. Though, I cannot blame you much, I suppose, since lovers have much more interesting things to talk about.”

The girl’s words and exaggerated wink stopped your heart for a split second as you registered what she had said. The blush that had previously begun to reside returned in full force, painting your entire face a shade of red as you stuttered, “L-l-l-lovers? No, the professor and I- we’re not- er-”

Your eyes searched for his in a panic as you wondered what he had possibly been telling his students. However, ever the gentleman, the professor kindly dismissed the notion.

“Ladies, please do not offend Y/N with your assumptions.” He glanced down at you, without a hint of embarrassment in his eyes, and his gentle smile calmed your racing heart. “While it is no secret that I adore her whole-heartedly, she is still young, and has much life ahead of her to live yet before I would ask her to properly consider my feelings.” He spoke to the girls, but his eyes were locked on yours and you felt giddy at the promise in his words. He would wait for you, but he was determined to be yours, should you so choose.

You smiled shyly in return and found yourself becoming lost in his eyes, the eyes that you had spent a lifetime looking into. Eyes that congratulated you on your achievements, encouraged you in your ventures, and assured you in your convictions as you grew. The man who waited patiently and whose declarations of devotion, while oft bringing a blush to your cheeks, never made you uncomfortable. As he stared back into your eyes, the loose strand  once again slipped from the cherry blossom pin holding up your hair and he reached up and grasped the strand between two fingers, gently brushing it back behind your ear. 

It was not until you heard two synchronized sighs that you remembered you were not alone in the carriage and looked up to find the girls smiling longingly at the scene in front of them. You cast your gaze down to the package in your lap, fiddling with the strings with which it is secured, as the embarrassment swelled within you at having such an intimate moment be seen by near-strangers. 

However, Miyami seemed to notice your discomfort and skillfully changed the topic of the conversation. 

“So you never did answer my question,” She nodded to the package in my lap. “Are you also headed to the bookstore?”  

“Ah, no. I’m actually delivering a gift to a friend next door.” Glancing down at the lap in front of you, you saw the book Hiyoko was holding to be a book that you had once borrowed from Ginnoji. You excitedly asked her about it and were happy as she shared her thoughts on it. You enjoyed the conversation, but could feel Yakumo’s eyes on your the whole time, wearing a smile as he watched you excitedly converse with the girl.

Before you knew it, you had arrived at your destination and the professor helped the girls out of the carriage, offering his hand to them as they stepped out. However, when you had exited the carriage, he kept the grip on your hand and brought it to his lips. You blushed as he placed a soft kiss on your knuckles and glanced up at you from beneath his eyelashes. 

“I apologize for my students. Believe me, I had no intention of making you uncomfortable and, while I am not reserved about my feelings for you, it is not fair to expect you to be comfortable with others discussing it as well. I will ask that they refrain from doing so in the future.” His eyes held an ounce of sadness, and any embarrassment from the ride quickly evaporated as you rushed to reassure him. 

“Please, don’t apologize.” You blurted, glancing away in embarrassment before steeling yourself and looking into his eyes as you continued. “I may not know much about love, but I do know that you have always been kind to me. I have never be embarrassed by your transparency and your students are very kind. I was simply surprised to find,” you suddenly trained your eyes on the ground, no longer able to face him as you continued with your admission, “That it was not simply out of kindness for your friend’s daughter that you’ve always doted on me, but out of a genuine affection.” 

You felt shame tint your cheeks as you admitted that you had always thought his words to be a jest, but his light chuckle grabbed your attention and you trained your eyes on his smiling ones. 

“Your candor is one of the many qualities of yours that I find myself ever moved by.” He seemed overjoyed by your admission of finally accepting his feelings to be genuine, his eyes shining with a brightness you had never seen. Suddenly, something over your shoulder caught his eye and his expression became amused.

“Now, I’m sure you must be eager to deliver that gift to your friend.” He abruptly changed the subject, releasing your hand. You let it fall to your side, tensing your fingers at the strange emptiness that came with the loss of his touch. “It was, as always, a blessing to find myself in your company today.” He bowed his head softly but found your eyes again. “However, I do have one parting request if you would be so kind as to indulge me?”

You felt your eyebrows raise in question and you tilted your head quizzically as he continued.

“When you are with me, you needn’t call me Professor.” The corners of his eyes crinkled with the strength of his smile.  “There is nothing I want more than to be able to hear my given name on your lips. ” 

Your heart began to beat erratically and the butterflies in your stomach returned in full force as you stuttered out a reply. 

“Yes, Prof-er I mean--” You glanced away as you finally stuttered out his name in a whisper. “K-ko-Koizumi.” 

You swore you heard a quiet gasp, but when you met his eyes again, his sweet smile had returned.

“Enjoy your evening, my Sweet Doll. I look forward to the next time I can be graced with your presence.” 

With a final dip of his head, he turned into Ginnojo’s store. You saw the book-lender himself speaking quietly with Miyami, a blush gracing both of their faces as you turned toward Raccord’s front door only to find Oji-san out front with his pipe. 

“You sure do have him wrapped around your finger,” He teased as you walked by him, feeling even the tips of your ears burning with a blush. Just as you glanced up to ask him about Aoi’s whereabouts, the boy in question descended the stairs and glanced up at you. 

You hoped against hope that presenting the gift to the boy in front of you would distract him from your current abashed state, but even without using his powers, he couldn’t ignore the color that dusted your cheeks.

“Why the hell is your face so red? Do you have a fever?” Ever the mother hen, Aoi huffed in exasperation as he grabbed a glass from behind the bar and filled it with water. “Why would you come all this way if you’re not feeling well?” He sat it down in front of you and placed the back of his hand to your head before putting his hand on his hip. “What’s going on?”

You ignored the soft snicker behind you of Oji-san trying to hold in his laughter and focused on the task at hand, holding his gift out to him, vowing to let yourself think about the events of the day once you’re home in bed where no one can see your blush.

[eastcliffroleplay]

WELCOME TO THE ANNUAL FIREWORK FEST: RED, WHITE, & BOOM!

It’s that time of year again where the heat is sweltering and the fireworks are dazzling. Welcome to Eastcliff’s annual Fourth of July carnival and firework show: Red, White, & Boom. A week long event to kick off summertime and to enjoy fun rides, great food, and most importantly, the best firework show on the west coast! Starting JUNE 29th, join us for a week long of celebrating summer with our tight-knit and welcoming community of Eastcliff, California!

EVENT DATE: June 29th - July 6, 2020.

LOCATION: Daybreak Park

VOLUNTEERS WANTED! READ BELOW

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

This event is not mandatory. Attendance is completely optional, but very much recommended! Any current threads on the dash may carry on. 

If your character is attending the event, please make sure to tag any starters or posts related to the event with #eastcliff.event01

If your character would like to VOLUNTEER for the event, send a MESSAGE to the main!

* ADMIN CHARACTERS DON’T TAKE UP SPACES

Volunteer positions are listed below:

Medic Tent

Adrianna Knox

Nate Noble

Alivia Parker

Midway Game Booths

Avery Cohen

Tobias Castillo

OPEN

Face Painters

Jenn Summers * 

Sloane Hart

Zelda Popova

Johnathan Heins

Fireworks

OPEN

OPEN

OPEN

Food

Simi Randall

OPEN

OPEN

Security

OPEN

OPEN

OPEN

Trash Pickup

Maya Wollman

Chey Johnson *

Mateo Davis

OPEN

OR SUGGEST YOUR OWN TITLE!

MUSICIAN SIGN UP

Chey Johnson - Band: ‘SWELL.‘   *

Jacob Hart - Solo Act   *

Amira Reign - Solo Act

[arixsanchez]

woo  !  admin chey here  ,  and i have exactly *looks at watch* EIGHT MINUTES to write two character intros before i post the following list  !  can she do it  ?  ----  probably not  . anyways  ,  i’m super excited to get this started  ,  and it seems like all of you are as well  ,  so before i get too sappy heres some info about my babe ariana !

have you seen [ ARIANA SANCHEZ ] since the storm? some say they look like [ SOFIA CARSON ] but they’re [ 21 ]  & go by [ THE CRESTFALLEN ].  [ SHE ] lived in halloway for [ 21 YEARS ] & they are originally from [ HALLOWAY ]. before the town vanished they were studying [ FASHION ] and lived at [ THE DORMS ]. most people knew the [ CISFEMALE ] as [ DRIVEN ] but i’ve heard they can also be [ SELFISH ]. for some reason, they feel [ UNEASY ] about the town’s disappearance. ( admin chey, 22, she/her, est )

BEFORE

so ariana was born as an only daughter  ,  that lasted roughly a few months  .  her biological mother died during childbirth  ,  and her father soon remarried .  ( like really soon  .  )

since ariana never knew her mother  ,  other than the pictures  , she created a fantasy of what the woman must have been like  ,  and ran with it  .  she was smart  ,  and kind  ,  compassionate and  beautiful  .  

although  ,  real life couldn’t have been further from the truth  .  her mother was an struggling addict for years  ,  leaving her father miserable in a complicated marriage  . he turned to an affair with a woman  ,  that turned into love  ,   who was pregnant before ariana’s mother died  . 

ariana’s mother died during childbirth because she had relapsed  ,  putting not only her life in jeopardy  ,  but ariana’s as well  .  she was born premature all of two months  . 

since ariana and daniela have been raised nothing short of sisters  ,  being only months apart, they’re more like twins than anything. practically attached at the hip, since little dani was born. if there is one person ariana would do anything for, no questions asked, it’s her sister. 

ariana has always been an overachiever, she had everything going for her  .  accepted into not only halloway  ,  but harvard as well .  on top of being smart  ,  she was popular  ,  one of the queen bees  ,  as if it was her birthright  .  

due to this  ,  she came off pretty intimidating in high school.  she was never mean  , or cruel, or outwardly vicious ,  though  .  she just had a very strong  ,  and abrasive personality  .  and she could be a wee bit bossy or selfish  . 

she was also known for dating the athletes  ,  with an almost serious boyfriend every year  .  all of which  ,  seemed go downhill quickly when they realized in between arguments she was seeing someone else  . 

towards the beginning of her junior year in high school, all that went away. she got pregnant  ,  and became the stigma  .  all her friends seemed to have abandoned her  , at least the ones that ran in the same circle. 

with layton  (the baby daddy) packing up and fleeing the second she tells him, she’s left with being a teenage mother .  granted  ,  her parents were never very well off  ,  they were middleclass  ,   and willing to help after the disappointment settled. 

however, this means they’d struggle, the baby would struggle, she’d quit the idea of ever going to college, let alone graduating high school. so began the most selfless thing ariana has ever done --- she gave her up for adoption. it was closed, and it’s been five years since then. 

she finished high school and graduated as one of the top in her class. 

AFTER

ariana is not the same girl she was in high school  .  though her personality is still strong  ,  she far less selfish than she ever was before  .  having a baby changed her  ,  and she can never get that back. 

she applied for college with all intent to be an MD student, and study medicine. her freshman year, she decided that her ambitions have changed, and that if she wants something --- she should do it for herself, and not anyone else. 

so she switched majors to fashion and design. something she’s always been passionate about, but never thought it was a realistic choice. 

spanish is her prominent language, due to growing up in a mostly spanish speaking house. although, she also learned english along with everyone else in school. 

tries to drink in small quantities,  but has an addictive personality. which means, once she starts, it’s hard getting her to stop. but her tolerance is up there man. 

she way easier to get along with these days, much more verbally compassionate than she ever was before. losing everything, actually help her gain a lot. 

if your muse has lived in halloway their whole lives, or at least since highschool, the fact that she had a baby and gave her up for adoption is pretty much common knowledge  .  but she doesn’t like to talk about it. 

has not dated anyone seriously since junior year  ,  she’s had flings and mostly hook ups  ,  but getting attached romantically isn’t something she’s a fan of  .  my girl has some major trust issues  . if it gets that far  ,  she shoots it down. 

friendzones the hell out of anyone who is halfway decent, for fear that their wholesome personality will trap her into having those pesky things called feelings.

she’s in track, the henna society, and ballroom/latin dancing clubs! *cough* or she was.

PLOTS

baby daddy: layton castillo

half sister: daniela sanchez

unestablished

someone she dated in high school, they would have ended on bad terms just before she got pregnant, likely would also hate layton: 

someone that is exceedingly bad for her, no feelings attached and they both know it: 

someone she could have had feelings for, if things were different: 

unrequited love, or hard crush -- they feel things for her, but she shot them down: 

friendzone, for what feels like forever: 

the person she calls at 3am when she needs someone: 

party buddies, they carpool, walk home together, do body shots: 

ex friendships, give me the best friends that bailed: 

[societieshq]

hi bubs  !  admin chey here, with our event winding down, we’d like to have everyone vote HERE for how we’ll proceed in the future regarding out of character interactions  !  please like once you’ve voted, and the admin team will post the results, and links, within 24 hours from now.