#here's to anyone on different timezones who will celebrate soon; and to anyone who still have a whole day ahead before;

[usergyumoved]

hi hello!!! in case you were wondering, here’s a little reminder from me to you!!! 💞💞💞

hello again!!!!!! and yes, i’m gonna get sappy from here so bare with me, and let me love u a little; as many of us know, this place has been in a way a safe place where we can all gather around and just enjoy the things that helped us through it all, much like a big group of friends sharing little things and having a little relief from everything that made these past 12 months BAD, even if our likings have nothing in commom at this point, how exciting!!!!! i’ve met so many amazing people, and i cant even fully express how thankful i actually am; to some, we’ve been mutuals *lovers, i make the rules!* for so long; while for some of you, it hasn’t even been even a month; nonenthless you are here, with me!!!

so here’s to all the people who somehow made this place and this past year a little brighter for me, doesn’t matter if we never really interacted, if we talked only once (or everyday now), or if we just enjoy seeing each other around, whoever u are, i just hope you know that if u are on this list it means ur presence had an impact in my life, a GOOD one for that matter; for next year, i wish it to be the year that will bring you all better days, the year that will make up for all the harm 2020 caused; i hope it will be the year we can recover from whatever we had to deal with; here’s my wish for every single one of you to find peace and love [self love, most importantly]; if you’ve felt alone at some point, i’m wishing you strength, most of all; things will turn out for you, i’m wishing u comfort and safety too; and if by any chance, u are taking anything good from this year into 2021 with you, then i just hope u keep it around; stay safe!!!! 💐💐💐 aaaand we got to the end of it [CROWD CHEERING], now for my last wish… go rest a little, go nap now!!!!!!! so we can all wake up to a *hopefully* better year and finally leave this shitshow behind; i love u:

a special shoutout to my fellow cc first, our backbones who deserve so much more love than what yall get, thank u for everything you guys do, you have my heart and forever admiration:

@chngbok ☆ @changsun ☆ @cotccotc ☆ @heoneyology ☆ @hanjin ☆ @hyunsung ☆ @hyunjinz  ☆ @junhee ☆ @jypestraykids ☆ @kunwoodz ☆ @leeminos ☆ @leeseungjuns ☆ @ontracc ☆ @park-seonghwa ☆ @pjmsdior ☆ @softhoures (i miss u moon, come back soon!!!!) ☆ @seungkwns ☆ @wonstal ☆ @xiaocity ☆ @yangjeongin

and to all the other cool people:

@lixiefairy (yes you come first, dont make a big deal abt it) ☆ @linosbian ☆ @guydots ☆ @angelfelix ☆ @wlnwin ☆ @neoviews ☆ @leelixies ☆ @emhpathy ☆ @hauuks ☆ @meilki ☆ @breakfastatwonhos ☆ @271192 ☆ @514-am ☆ @kaheisgf ☆ @shuagyus ☆ @hyungwonurl ☆ @huynjjn ☆ @dingdonghun ☆ @heoneyvoice ☆ @auroraurl ☆ @cherryeoo ☆ @joosgf ☆ @kihynnie ☆ @scoupslipgloss ☆ @softiekihyun ☆ @demonkyun ☆ @vminsos ☆ @senor-hoberto ☆ @sinatserendipity ☆ @zsonyeondan ☆ @hoshi-gf ☆ @moonsnail ☆ @goldenkths ☆ @breadlov ☆ @hwnqjins ☆ @yoongims ☆ @softyoong ☆ @lollimewirek ☆ @angelcupid ☆ @sympatheticfiend ☆ @andyquhyn ☆ @seinfeldd ☆ @worthington ☆ @trashvillepredators ☆ @fluffyhobi ☆ @kekashis ☆ @larajeanslovenotes ☆ @chrysanthemn

thank you to all of you once again, this year wasn’t easy but u guys are really cool!!!!!!! no matter who you are or where u are right now, i see you and i’m so proud of you for sticking around; hope to see yall around for a long long time; i love you endlessly, take care, always!

[jangmi-latte]

❝ 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘈 – 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲!!! ❞

“love is just a pain! i also want to get better at using magic. right now, i’m sure i’m no match against either the dorm head or even the other seniors but, one of these days, i’ll show off my real abilities! and in order to do that… i think i’d have to study a bit more seriously before focusing on love…”

ghost marriage ssr card translation by hannah on youtube

His fingers diligently move on the screen. The clock ticking audibly as he stayed under his blanket, the light of his phone illuminated his dark room in a manner to keep him awake. 12:55 was what’s written on the clock. Too concentrated on the conversation he was having on his phone, the young first year’s lips stretched out into a wide toothless smile.

    Shouldn’t you be asleep?

There it is again. The freshman let out a silent chuckle, his fingers moving to respond back to the message. He was starting to grow sleepy, however, he couldn’t leave the enjoyment of conversing with her. He licked his lips and yawned. Different time zones really are difficult, no? Yet he is there to prove that distance and time as nothing to do to ruin a friendship/relationship. Says the one who kept his distance before.

    Ace, go to bed.

    It’s late.

He slammed the pillow on his face as he grinned. Was he shaking? Giggling? Who knows? His whole body was shaking while he left his phone on his side. Seemingly lovestruck, he looked up at his canopy as he sighed dreamily. Deuce and his two other roommates are asleep by now, unaware of Ace’s awakeness. Neither do they know this girl he’s talking to. 

Or so he thought.

Ace picked up his phone again, his smile never leaving his face before he responded back. Maybe he should go to bed, there weren’t any classes tomorrow. Was he forgetting something? Oh, yes. He was turning seventeen. 

I don’t have classes tomorrow! It’s fine!

Three bouncing dots immediately popped up three seconds after he sent the message. He does hope she would be the first one to greet him. Would she even know? She’s in a different timezone so it’s probably hours behind in her area. He wanted to call her so badly and yet Ace knew he couldn’t keep quiet. He doesn’t want to wake up his roommates. Most especially, Deuce.

His phone began to beep more, receiving messages from his family greeting him happy birthday. Ah, how his smile softened. Ace doesn’t know what he honestly wanted for his birthday. Something expensive? Some new shoes? Who knows, all he wanted was to be free from rules, eat cherry pie, and just skip school.

Unbeknownst to him, Deuce’s half-open eyes stared at him from under the blanket. As far as his eyes could see, he noted that Ace was briefly talking to his father. Quietly, the other freshman pulled his phone out and texted the dorm leader.

“Ace.”

“Mngh…”

“Ace.”

“What?!” Ace dragged as he revealed his head from under the duvets. His hair dishevelled and his eyelashes had crusts littered all over it. Unsightly, but that’s what you get for getting only 6 hours of sleep. It was already 9 in the morning. Are birthday boys exempted from the rules? Probably not, hopefully, Riddle is more lenient. Deuce pulled the duvets away from his friend and huffed. “Are you going to sleep your birthday away?” he grumbled. Teeth grinding against each other, he saw how Ace simply rolled over to his back and began to close his eyes again.

“Ace!” 

“I’m up!” grumbled the other teen as he sat up and stretched. Deuce was one to easily get impatient and he doesn’t want the preparation to go to waste just because of this jackass being lazy. Besides, it was Riddle’s command to wake him up.

“Hurry up! Everyone is down there waiting for you.”

“For what?” he whined, his brain still sleeping just like how he’ll drop to the bed any second.

Time to get physical, Deuce. He cracked his knuckles and grabbed both his hands before pulling him up abruptly. “Deuce you fucking–!” 

“The dorm leader’s going to chop our heads off if you don’t get up!” he argued back as he shoved Ace inside the bathroom. 

“Even on my birthday, he’s still going to chop my head off?!” 

“He doesn’t care! Rules are rules! Get your ass out there once you’re done!”

So loud early in the morning. Ace grumbled yet deep in his mind, he was grateful for the preparation Heartslabyul did for him. Even the devil of a dorm leader made an effort to fix Heartslabyul for the day of his birth. As he was getting naked, Deuce suddenly opened the door – a shrill leaving Ace’s lips – and shoved some clothes into his hands. “Wear that. Dorm leader’s orders.”

“Why do I have to wear this?”

“Dunno. Just wear it. I have to fetch y/– your cake!” Deuce nearly punched himself for nearly spilling something that shouldn’t be spilt. Furrowed red eyes met blues ones as Ace placed the clothes on the sink and faced his classmate with hands on his hips. “Oi, Deuce.”

“You’re obviously hiding something. Tell me since it’s my birthday.” Ace smirked and leaned closer. Deuce cringed, taking a foot away from him before slamming the door on his face. “Hurry up and get dressed!”

“Geez, you’re such a dickhead!”

While the celebrant prepared himself; downstairs, Riddle continued to give out orders to his dorm mates as Cater busied himself on the phone. “Cater,” Riddle called and looked at his senior with worried eyes. “Did she make it?”

“She just got to the airport!” cheered Cater as he ended the call. “She texted me her terminal number and she’s ready to be fetched.” He looked over at the panting first-year who just arrived. 

“Good! While he’s distracted, let’s go and fetch her Deucey.”

“You have fifteen minutes to fetch her. I’m sure that’s enough time for the three of you to prepare. If you’re late, it’s off with your head.”

Nodding, the two headed off to the mirror chamber. They have their duties to fulfill. It’s time they surprise their reckless first-year celebrant.

“Riddle,” called the vice dorm leader while he pie the cake on the table. “What’s the plan?" 

"Leave it to me.”

Fifteen minutes, they have fifteen minutes to complete everything. The party is set up, she’s coming, and all that’s left to do is distract Ace. “Woah!”

Damn.

Peering up, Riddle nearly had a heart attack. How thankful he is to have SOME attentive dorm mates to block Ace from going to the lobby. It’s too soon, she isn’t here yet. Riddle made eye contact with the young teens, signalling them to keep him distracted. Cater, Deuce. Hurry up.

“Trey, he’s already coming down. Is everything prepared?" 

Trey nodded and clapped his hands to signify everyone to get ready. Ten minutes left. "Hey, what gives, man?” came Ace as he crossed his arms. “What surprise do you have down there, huh?” He smirked and tried to peer down from the balcony. He couldn’t see anything. The great temptation to jump from the third floor and down to the first floor was strong. If only he wouldn’t break his bones would he have done it sooner.

“Argh!” He glared at the two blockers before grinning. “Aight, since it’s my birthday, you’ll be moving out of my way and let me through!”

“We’re still following dorm leader Riddle’s orders! Birthday or not we’re not letting you through!”

“Looks like I have to do it the hard way.” Ace huffed before swiftly pushing past the two and running downstairs. Proceeding to skip steps and even slide down the railings to get away from the two students. Surprisingly, no one even dared to chase or stop Ace. There wasn’t anyone in the hallways at all. Yet Ace stayed attentive. Who knows what surprise is awaiting his way?

It was a surprise he never expected at all.

He nearly slipped. Having to hold unto the wall to keep his balance. His big grin quickly dropped once he looked up. Still panting, his eyes grew wide, speechless, is he. Riddle had a smirk on his face, Cater had his phone on record as he waved at him, and Trey and Deuce were grinning themselves.

In the middle of all these students, stood you.

“Happy birthday Ace!” they all cheered.

He couldn’t comprehend what was going on. You were standing there, physically present. Not a hallucination, not a monogram, it was really you. Your contagious smile painted your face while Ace slowly walked over to you. “H-How…?” For the first time, the whole Heartslabyul saw Ace speechless.

They were all grinning. Ace Trappola, the annoying yet reliable first-year student, dumbfounded and looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Happy birthday,” you giggled and brought your hand up to show a paper bag. Ace bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, looking down as he stopped his tears from falling. Instead of accepting the gift, he pulled on your arm and hugged you tightly. 

He couldn’t help it. Surely, the young Trappola is seen to be cheeky, arrogant, and even a dumbass. Teens will be teens. Ace never felt so in love before. Something his previous girlfriend didn’t give. You actually made an effort to come home and surprise him. Is this why you didn’t greet him last night? Either way, he was thankful to have you in his arms.

“Ace, are you crying?” you giggled just as he pulled away and wiped his tears with his sleeves.

“No I’m not!” he declined despite his red cheeks saying otherwise.

You smiled and pulled his arm down. “I’ll be back in the Rose Kingdom next month.”

“W-Wait do you mean—?”

“I’m not going back to the Land of Pyroxene..”

“I’m home Ace.”

Happy Birthday Ace Trappola…

[sarohara]

hey darling,you're my best friend

Stranger: But there’s a fewer things that you don’t know of

You: AHAHAHA

You: Why I borrow your lipstick so often

Stranger: I am using your shirt as a pillow case

You: I wanna ruin our friendship

Stranger: We should be lovers instead

You: I don't know how to say this...

You: 'Cause you're really my dearest friend ahahahahaha

Stranger: Cause you’re really my dearest friend

Stranger: Nice!

You: yooooo

Stranger: Hahahaha

You: ahahah what's up?

Stranger: You just made my day!

You: aaaawwwww

You: nooo, YOU made my day

Stranger: My dearest friend! 😂

You: 😂😂😂😂

Stranger: So, who are you?

Stranger: Darling

You: AHAHAH i'm a stranger

Stranger: Say less!

You: ahahahahah named Sarah

You: who r you?

Stranger: Hey Sarah! My name is Zala

You: No way Zala

You: Sarah, Zala

You: 😂😂

You: Nice name btw

Stranger: Haha thank you 😂

You: np lmao ahah well, wyd here girl?

Stranger: I am just boring. And I put tiktok because I don’t want to have “ads for kik or onlyfans” by every second message

Stranger: Didn’t expect anyone from tiktok here tho

You: oooh i get u, i'm bored as well, i mean, everybody's bored on omegle 😂 what's new right

You: and well, actually, i'm not from there but ik that trend so idk, i just felt like 😂

Stranger: I just watch tiktoks

Stranger: Never made any

You: Yeaa, but in my case, i saw it on yt

You: so i thought "why not?" ahhaha

Stranger: Why not! Do it more often tho

You: well, I was thinking about doing it with someone on snapchat but idk

Stranger: Good idea, but I just don’t like screenshoting pictures. Then people know that something is going on

You: Oooh yea but i could do it after u know..

You: Idk, i don't even know if i'm gonna post it

Stranger: Yeah I understand

You: Idk anyways

You: People here before you, just skipped me away when i sent "hey darling, you're my best friend"

You: like cmon guys

Stranger: Hahahah I believe! I usually skip when I get “horny”

Stranger: Boy please stope

You: Yeaaaaaa ikr, i hate it

You: I mean, nobody cares right

Stranger: Yeah

Stranger: I get on befrore “M, horny..... skip”

Stranger: I was just laughing at myself and skip it

You: AAHHAHAHA

You: "m>skip

Stranger: Hahhahaha

You: most guys who send "m" are horny, basically ahahhaha

Stranger: True

Stranger: I always say first like “hey”

You: Yeeeeaaasss

Stranger: How are you. Not just F

Stranger: And it’s hard to find a girl who will talk with you

You: Something like "wyd", "what's good?" not f, bc no one asked

Stranger: Like if I say F back, I always get skip

You: U mean, girls?

Stranger: Yes

You: Ooh i feel u, they skip me too

You: Like "???"

Stranger: Exactly!

You: it's like you're only here for boys, damn girl

Stranger: How old are you tho? Because I like the way you’re thinking

You: Do u wanna guess?

Stranger: Hoping more then 16😂

You: Uuuum i'm 16 😂

You: Hbu

Stranger: 20

Stranger: Don’t call me old now!

Stranger: 😂😂

You: I wont 😂

You: Maybe later but not now ahahahahhah

You: Nah i'm joking

Stranger: Hahahah mean!

You: Yea, so mean!!! ahhahah

You: where r u from btw?

Stranger: Europe

Stranger: Slovenia

Stranger: You?

You: Ooh that's so cool

You: I'm from Brazil

Stranger: Oh waw

You: Far aaaway right ahhah

Stranger: Yeah

You: say something in slovenian/slovene idk

Stranger: Hello, I am Zala. - živjo, jaz sem Zala

You: Seems so fancy

Stranger: How are you - kako si

Stranger: Hahah it’s actually hard to learn

You: Yeaaa i bet!!!

Stranger: You speak in portugal?

You: Portuguese

You: Yea :)

Stranger: Some things I remember from primary school

Stranger: Hahaha

You: well, do u know something in portuguese?

You: ahahhaha

Stranger: No hahah

You: Oh okay ahah

Stranger: But you can teach me!

You: Yea, sure

You: Hey, my name's Sarah, nice meeting you. - E aí, meu nome é Sarah, prazer te conhecer.

You: How r u?- Como você está?

Stranger: Uhhh I hate this letters àáèê

Stranger: Hahaha

You: AHAHHAHA

Stranger: Always have trouble pronouncing them

You: It's not that hard, trust me ahaha

Stranger: Hahah okay

You: So

You: how r things over there?

Stranger: Corona?

You: Yea

Stranger: We are in “lockdown” for 6 weeks now. We have police hours from 21-6

Stranger: Only grocery stores are open

You: Oh i didn't know that

Stranger: It’s weird

Stranger: We have to wear mask everywhere

You: I mean, most of europe is in lockdown right?

Stranger: Yes

Stranger: How are things in Brazil?

You: there's no lockdown over here but we still wearing mask everywhere

Stranger: I hope it ends soon

You: Yea, same :) at least, i hope it gets a lil bit better bc the situation it's not good.

Stranger: True. Let’s hope for 2021 to bring good news

You: Hopefully

You: wyd now?

Stranger: Some university work

Stranger: You?

You: Oooh i was about to say "homework" as well ahahha

You: Same zzz but not university, high school

Stranger: I could say, you are 16

You: Yea yea

You: What do u study btw?

Stranger: Educational science.

Stranger: Let me explain

You: Go ahead

Stranger: When I finish with uni, I will probably work in school and I will be the person, you came to, when you need help. Like social worker probably. But I will also help study people with special needs. Like doing work slowly, repeat things with them

You: Ooh i got u!! I appreciate these people btw, it's amazing :)

Stranger: Ooo thanks! So sweet of you

You: Aww :)

Stranger: Are you in general high school or for special job?

You: Both ahahah

Stranger: Oh, so like what?

Stranger: If I guess it’s nursing

Stranger: Hahaha

Stranger: That was one of my opinions when I went to high school

You: ahahhaha actually, accounting ahah

Stranger: Okay hahah

Stranger: Not bad at all

You: I mean...

You: I dunno 😂

Stranger: You will see

Stranger: Enjoy your life as a teenager!

You: don't even dare

Stranger: Hahah

Stranger: I was starting to party when I was 16

Stranger: And now corona

You: 4 years it's a long time okay 😂

Stranger: Hahahha okay okay

You: Corona sucks

You: i can't go to parties 😂

Stranger: Hahah same tho!

You: everyone's in the same boat right

Stranger: Right

You: Yaa

Stranger: I will let you finish your homework

You: Don't do that

Stranger: Hahaha

You: But well, i'll let u finish your university work

You: wait, first, what time is it?

Stranger: 18:40

Stranger: Almost 7pm

You: Yea ik

You: It's 14:40

You: almost 3pm

Stranger: Isn’t it interesting. How different is time around the world

Stranger: We will celebrate new year before you

You: it's really interesting. I have a name for it.

You: It's called timezone 😂

You: i'm so funny right.

You: joking.

Stranger: Hahahah

Stranger: You’re

Stranger: Never heard of timezone before

Stranger: 😂😂😂

You: Yeaaaa ikr, i mean, I created this name

You: By myself

Stranger: Omg Sarah the creator

Stranger: Everyone will learn about you

You: I'm a genius 😂😂

You: ahahahhahaha

Stranger: So glad that I meet you

Stranger: Hahahah

You: Aw :) me too :) so glad that i meet u

You: Aw is my second name, i'm always "aw" 😂 as u can see

Stranger: Hhahha 🥺🥺

Stranger: Do you want to keep talking on other social media?

Stranger: No pressure

You: Yeaa!! sure :)) i was about to ask it.

You: do u got insta?

Stranger: I do

Stranger: ferjancic.zala

You: shhht

You: mine is @sarahcvlm

Stranger: Wow so depressing quote 😂

You: I said "shht" bc I uninstalled my insta yesterday, but I'm gonna follow you later, I swear ahahhaha

You: Depressing? 😂 Okay i'm a depressed now bc it's basically my life aahahah

Stranger: Hhahaha don’t be like that

Stranger: I send you request

You: I'm joking, it's just a quote from Anne with an E :)

You: Oke :)) installing instagram again

Stranger: Okay

Stranger: Hahahah oh

You: "Oh" 😂

Stranger: Oh, you didn’t have to do that

You: Stop it

You: i was gonna do it, soon or later dw

Stranger: Okay okay😊

You: Done

You: Ooh, you're so cute Zala :)

Stranger: Awww 🥰

Stranger: You are too!

You: Aw, thanks :))

You: both followed :)

You: See ya there?

Stranger: See ya!

[lihikainanea]

Something in the BFF!Bill storyline that I had kicking around in my head today. It’s not chronological to where I’m at in their saga, this happened before they boinked each other’s brains out.

 It’s been a weird mental health day today, and sometimes I can find comfort in writing the comfort I think I need, if that makes sense. It seems to have worked.

And I think it’s important to note, when it comes to these two doofuses--that he has pulled tiger out of a lot of shit; but she has definitely done the same for him.

We’ve all got demons, don’t we?

*** He never exploded, which you could never decide if that was a good thing or not. Bill was imposing enough physically that if he had a temper added on top of that, he would be downright terrifying. But when he snapped--a rare occurrence in itself--but when he had truly had enough, his silent rage, the way he got so quiet, was somehow even more scary.

He was an open book if you knew him well, he wore his heart on his sleeve but always kept it guarded to his chest, choosing who he showed that side to. He was easy enough to read once he let you in, everything was always in his eyes. He was big on eye contact, you learned quickly, always seeking it out and pressing you for it when you spoke to him. And when he wasn’t in front of you, when you didn’t have his eyes to read, you learned to pay attention to the tone of his voice. 

His tone was why your blood ran cold the minute you answered the phone.

“Hi,” was his curt greeting, “how are you?”

When Bill snapped--the rare occasion when he well and truly snapped at something, when his mind won the battle he’d been fighting sometimes for weeks and couldn’t take it anymore--his tone became sterile. Tactical. Almost mechanical.

“Are you okay?” you asked immediately.

“No,” it was dry, direct. “I need you here.” “Okay,” you hauled a duffle bag out of your closet, already shoving clothes into it blindly.

“I have a flight lined up for you. Can you be at the airport in an hour?”

“Yes,” you did a quick mental recall, trying to remember where he was. Yes, yes he wasn’t far for this one. Just one timezone over and the flight was maybe 3 hours.

“Okay. I’ll text you the boarding pass. My assistant will meet you when you land and bring you to set. I still have a few hours I need to be here,” like a drill sergeant. Cold. Factual. Completely devoid of emotion.

“Bill, I don’t need details, but tell me...something. Are you hurt?” you tried not to panic, but a cold sweat was breaking out on your neck.

“No. But I’m done.”

“You’re done?”

“I’m done, tiger,” he said, “I’ll see you soon,” and with a curt farewell, you hung up the phone. An Uber arrived at your apartment before you could even order one.

You knew what he meant by done. He had been working on a project with a director that, for the first time in his career, he wasn’t clicking with. While Bill adored your fire and grit, he had a hard time processing and relating to people who he found cruel or who harboured excessive, irrational anger. This director, when you pressed Bill for details, was making his life a living hell. Never happy with the takes while simultaneously not being able to tell the actors what he wanted to see, flying off the hook at the entire crew, pushing the actors beyond the limits of their comfort zones without creating a safe space on the working set. Bill had been FaceTiming you a lot more than usual on this gig, and each time he looked more and more stressed. His empathic side, one that he relied on so heavily in his life, was in shambles. Bill was a sponge in most social situations, reading people and absorbing their energies. When surrounded with nothing but negativity, nothing but anger and blind rage and criticisms, he disappeared into his own head and sometimes had trouble puling himself back out of it.

From the sounds of it, just from a phone call, he had snapped. He was, you knew, in the midst of a mental breakdown that was the result of a nightmare director, a project he had originally been so excited to work on, and his own demons. Bill’s mind was a complex place, and for as much kindness and gentleness that he showed you in your friendship, he sometimes forgot to treat himself the same way. 

You texted him when you boarded, again when you landed. You texted him when his assistant ushered you into a car, hopping in the driver’s seat and taking off. He hadn’t responded. The drive to set was under the half hour mark, and the car had barely stopped before you were out and trying to find him. There was no scene in action, but the director was yelling anyway. You cringed.

One of Bill’s buttons--few as they were, but easy to push--was yelling. Belligerent, aggressive yelling.

You couldn’t find Bill, instead hearing murmurings from the crew of an actor that had snapped. Had walked off, mid scene, and locked himself in a bathroom stall. Had refused to come back out, like a diva. Wasn’t answering his phone. Was wasting everybody’s time on set like an arrogant prick, as they waited for this delicate flower of an actor to get his shit together. You seethed. They were all glancing in the same area, a hallway slightly to the right of the enormous green screen. You headed that way, and stopped in front of the last door. You texted Bill to unlock it, but he didn’t respond. Grabbing a bobby pin from your bag, you jimmied the lock just enough and slammed your palm into it. The door creaked open.

Bill was scrunched up in the furthest corner on the floor, his legs bent at sharp angles and his knees coming up under his chin. Cigarette butts littered the floor around him, a lit one between his fingers. He didn’t move to put it out as he usually would, when he saw you.

“Hey bud,” you said. You approached him, slowly, as one would an unpredictable animal.

“Hey, kid,” he said. His voice was still devoid of emotion, and his look terrified you. His usually expressive eyes were stone, his jaw locked, his entire face was ice.

You knelt in front of him, waiting until he lazily slid his gaze to your eyes. He looked away quickly.

“You want to talk about it?” you asked.

“Nope.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” you tried again.

“Nope,” he took a long drag of his cigarette, turning his mouth to blow the smoke away from you. He was stoic.

You knew there was no sense in asking him what he wanted to do. His mind wasn’t functioning, and this was the most far gone you had ever seen him. So you tried another approach. Unzipping your bag, you took out a colouring book and the pencil case that had kept you occupied on the plane. You gently set them down on the floor.

“Can I touch you?” you asked, quietly. You didn’t dare move. He nodded his head.

“Bill, look at me,” your tone was gentle, but firm. Working his jaw, he took another haul of his cigarette and stubbed it out before he brought his eyes to yours.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yeah,” he rasped. You still kept your movements slow,  sitting down beside him and squishing your shoulder into his side. Coaxing his legs down from their sharp angles, you tossed one of your legs over his and rested your head on his shoulder. You felt him rest his chin on top of your head, breathing in, before plunking his cheek down. Tearing a page from the colouring book, you placed it on his lap and grabbed the pencil case in front of you. You started to colour. It took a few minutes, but eventually his hand reached, plucking a crayon and starting to colour between the lines of the drawing you had given him.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that. You had no intentions of moving until Bill told you he was ready. You checked in every now and then, nothing pushing or urgent in your tone, just wanting to see where he was at in his mind. You would have sat with him, like that, for days if he needed it. And he would have done the same for you, you knew.

Eventually, he nudged you. Shifting a little, he moved you until you sat in front of him. He looked down, fiddling with his hands, and you gently placed one of yours on top. The other tilted his chin up.

“I know what they’re saying about me right now,” he started quietly.

“Who gives a shit what they’re saying about you right now,” you said, your words were biting but you tried to keep your tone level.

“I’m done, tiger,” he continued, “I tried to make this work and I can’t.”

You nodded, staying silent.

“I can’t do this. But I can’t walk away, either.”

“Why not?” you asked.

“What if it ruins my career?”

It was a reality. You told him that. Walking away from a project with a big director attached to it could have been career suicide, you knew that even when you had nothing to do with his world. But you also knew it was still early in the project, you knew that he paid a lot of money to publicists, agents, assistants, anyone who could manage his public image. You knew there would be a way to spin this--creative differences, at worst--that could justify his dropping out of the project. You knew that people with hearts of gold were easy to pick up on, and even in the smoke and mirrors that were part of being a celebrity, that would somehow shine through. It took some time, a few more cigarettes for him, but he eventually nodded.

“Get me out of here, kid,” he said, his eyes pained, as he stubbed out his last cigarette. You brushed the hair from his forehead, helping him to his feet.

“You trust me, Billy Goat?” you asked. He nodded.

“Good,” you pulled out your phone, firing a quick text to his assistant for her car keys, and the location of his trailer. You plugged your earphones into the jack and tugged Bill’s shirt so he’d bend into your reach. You put your hands on either side of his face.

“You need to do exactly as I say. Your eyes stay on me, at all times. You look at no one. You don’t take the earphones out. You listen to no one, you speak to no one. You do nothing except hold my hand and follow me. Got it?”

He nodded. 

“I love you, bud” you said as you kissed his cheek, tugging the hood on his sweater up around his head.

“I love you too, kid,” He let you place the earphones in his ears, wincing a little as you cranked the volume on a Nirvana song. You popped your phone into his pocket.

“Let’s get you the fuck out of here,” you said, but it fell on deaf ears. Grabbing his hand, you unlocked the door. His assistant stood beside it, and you grabbed her keys from her outstretched hand and blew past her. With Bill hot on your heels, you stalked off set. When the director yelled after you, you barely spared him a glance.

“He’s done,” you yelled back, not breaking pace.

You identified Bill’s trailer from the instructions his assistant sent you. Locking the door behind you, you gently pushed him onto the couch and plucked an earbud from his ear.

“Anything other than your bag in here?” you asked. He shook his head. You shoved the earbud back in, grabbed his knapsack, hauled him off the couch, and started toward his assistant’s car.

You took your phone back when you were safely the car, looking up directions to the airport and texting his assistant to have his luggage from his hotel shipped to him back home. Bill stayed silent, his face still blank as he leaned against the window.

He let you guide him into the airport, plunking him down in a chair while you figured out a route back home. A flight would leave in two hours, but an overnight layover was needed at the next stop before being able to fly home from there. You gave the agent your credit card.

It was akin to dealing with a child, the way you had to guide Bill through all the steps. You had to tell him to take off his shoes, when to put them back on. You had to remind him to drink some water, and when he squished next to you on the small plane seat with his legs jutting into the aisle, you managed to gently coerce him into eating something. When you landed for the overnight layover, you booked a room at the hotel there and shoved Bill into the shower. When you emerged from yours, you sat next to him on the bed where he had curled up. He reached for your hand, placing it on his wet hair. You threaded your fingers through it. It was only then, when he looked at you, that you started to see your best friend in the eyes that had been blank since you busted the lock on the bathroom door.

“Thanks, tiger,” he said.

“Any time, bud. We’re in this together, all of it. Always,” you reassured. 

“This is gonna be one hell of a shit show,” he sighed, pinching his eyes shut. You moved your hand from his hair, smoothing your fingers over his features.

“Those are my favourite,” you said. It earned you a laugh and you kissed his cheek.

“Get some sleep, Billy Goat. We’ll deal with the rest tomorrow. Together.”

[fyrapartnersearch]

World cravings

Heya! I’m Phoenix, I’m 18, studying forensics and my timezone is GMT, and I’m posting again because I do have some more specific sort of plots in mind. Well - more specific worlds I suppose. Please be at least 18 if you're contacting me, since I do like talking some more NSFW topics.

I’m generally very into worldbuilding and character creating -- expect ideas, moodboards and a lot of plotting. I’m sorry for anyone who loves to jump right in, but that’s a direct turn off for me -- I love to talk about characters, ideas and dynamics first instead of slamming into RP suddenly; it just doesn’t build any sort of connection or hype for me. Talking OOC is a must, definitely.

Posts are usually at least two paragraphs, but can extend to more. I'm really quality over quantity, but give me something to work with..

I’m ghost-friendly, so don’t worry if we don’t match. If I disappear it tends to be because I got super busy, so feel free to just nudge me to see if I’m alive and if I’m still able to continue and all.

Shipwise, I do f/f and m/m, as well as f/m, and I’m flexible on playing either f or m with no preference. I love romance a whole lot, but I’m also here for bromances/friendships a whole lot too. On the NSFW side, I do enjoy a lot of dark themes, and smut is an option but I’m also fine with fading to black -- talking about character’s kinks and such is fine, too.

Before getting into plots -- multiple characters are a necessity. I just really, really enjoy big casts and it’s something I really want to do. Of course we don’t need to make them all at once, but to have different characters at different parts of the world or in different situations to eventually come together? That’s the sort of thing I absolutely love. Just throw in a whole bunch of OCs. Almost all (except for one) plots I have in mind just lend themselves to larger casts of characters anyway, so that is what I’d heavily prefer.

For fandoms, I only really do OC/OC and canon/canon.

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Originals

Kings and Queens || Medieval-esque. The life at royal court, from the outside, appears extravagant and luxurious, but for the players within the walls of the castle, playing at politics is much the same as landing in a pit of vipers. A single choice can launch one into the highest position of power, or end them entirely -- second chances are rare in the game of medieval politics.

The court is headed by a tyrant king, and with the sparks of rebellion igniting across the kingdom, there has been talk among even the highest courtiers of his replacement. Multiple heirs, court politics, rebellion leaders, cunning plots and high-born feuds -- the path to peace can sometimes be bloody, especially with so many players vying for power.

Underground || Victorian-based. Larkscrest is a city that boomed with the industrial age, expanding into a vast city; to outsiders, the city may appear to be the perfect example of industrialization, a fishing village turned industrial giant, attractive to immigrants, businessmen and former country-workers alike, turning the city from relatively unknown to a haven for workers practically overnight.

However, like any city, Larkscrest holds its own secrets- hidden from outsiders behind its grand walls and lurking in the shadows; Larkcrest has an underground world all of its own. Con-men, nobles and idealists all find their own way in Larkscrest. And in a world where opportunity can be lost as soon as it arises; the lines between what is justified and what is immoral quickly become blurred. And as people slowly begin to go missing from the city streets, trust becomes a luxury few can afford.

Speed || Cyberpunk. (Possibly Urban magic, I’m flexible) The city of Paradiso is the capital of the United States of Europa. Densely packed and brimming with opportunity both legitimate and illegitimate. Technology companies effectively rule the city, dominating every aspect of life -- from entertainment to transport to everyday home-life appliances.

The newest trend among the younger residents of Paradiso has turned to racing -- both street and through the air. Highly illegal, highly dangerous; but there’s money in it, a lot in fact. Betting is a sure fire way to get ahead and racers are treated as celebrities within the underground market. (Pls, I just ache for a Need for Speed inspired thing, I just love it) Though rivalries soon begin to blossom -- along with incoming heat from law enforcement.

Empires || 1920s OR Modern. It’s said that the idea of feudalism and warring noble families is long dead -- though this is not strictly the case. Noble families now rule businesses rather than castles, and the feuds are far more subtle than openly warring. Dirty deals are done in the shadows, alliances are made and crumble quickly and a knife in the back is always to be expected.

Corrupt business leaders, the gangs that serve them on the side and the deals completed in back allies -- mafias that conduct their business with dignity and style, and run their operation with clever minds and no remorse. Dig too deep, and it’s easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

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Fandom:

The Wolfstar (Marauders) || The only non-cast as well as canon/canon RP. A Remus/Sirius (I’m fine with RPing either) ship, in an AU where rather than ending up in Azkaban, Sirius managed to escape to Remus and explain all that he knows. Maybe they even end up somehow raising Harry together. I just need some slice of life or maybe even on the run. Gimme that cute shit.

New Thrones (Game of Thrones/Song of Ice and Fire) || A GoT version of the previously mentioned ‘Empire’ plotline, with the houses and the characters rather than OCs. Just a modern interpretation of the storylines, really.

Dust (His Dark Materials) || An RP set in the world of His Dark Materials. Likely set before the events of Lyra’s story. There’s a lot of flexibility here -- maybe gyptian characters, maybe dissidents fleeing the Magisterium’s order, or those who’ve turned on the G.O.B program. Characters whose daemons appear to get along better than they do, indicating something more than they’re willing to admit. Just a lot to talk about here.

Contact me on discord: Phoenix#5607

Tell me a little about yourself and what plot you're interested in! Just so I immeditately know and we can get to talking~.

[mindgxmcs-blog]

↞ •✕ ┅ INTRODUCTION ┅ ✕• ↠

what’s up, what’s happening ?? i’m parker, and i use they/them pronouns, i’m twenty-two and work full-time as a vampire ( cough read walmart cough ). i live in the cst timezone and live in the middle of nowhere !! anyway here’s my complete and utter menace, jaeseong !! i’m using a soft gif for his intro because i most likely won’t be using them ever, yikes. 

i’ll have a few basics and wanted connections under the cut and hopefully, a worked out bio in the next couple days !! if you want to plot, most definitely hmu !! you can also find me at obi-wan kenobi#7316 on d*scord if you’re into that because that’s where i always be, ayyyy.

↞ •✕ ┅ BASICS ┅ ✕• ↠

KWON JAESEONG — feb 20 1995, a Bitch Ass™

his father is the ceo of the biggest steel exports company in korea and as the sole heir, made him quite the spectacle growing up. money is trivial and will never be a problem for him. this boy is a member of the bbc and he takes such a notion and flaunts it.

he’s arrogant, hot-headed, charismatic, and has no regard for anyone other than himself. he lives to be entertained. he can be cruel, unforgiving, manipulative ... and that’s it. the soft side of him died in the dark with withered petals and dying roots. he’s got no redeeming qualities now except his smooth smirk and silver tongue.

he was soft. as a kid, he was sweet, well-mannered, and a people pleaser. he played by the rules, gained favours, won hearts and charmed his superiors. a model student and a role model, he was in an elite boarding school for elementary age kids when he rotted.

his mom died. she was a secretary but not his father’s. the competitor’s. it was a scandalous reveal and jaeseong never really understood why it was such a big deal. not too long after, she died in a mysterious car accident on her way to visit him during a school break.

jaeseong blamed his father. his father blamed himself. his father gave jaeseong money over and over, thinking it would make up for everything. his father was drinking every time jaeseong would come home. soon, jaeseong would be drunk coming home to see his father drinking. 

it wasn’t long before the tabloids loved jaeseong more than his father. underage club hopping, smoking, dating scandals, sexuality crises, jaeseong had his fair share. he’d get into fights and the paparazzi would catch it. assaults, vandalism, duis... celebrity gossip couldn’t get enough of him.

aimlessly spending his father’s money, not really grasping the idea of responsibility and adulthood, he craved more and more attention. what better attention than appearing in a reality show ??

↞ •✕ ┅ WANTED CONNECTIONS ┅ ✕• ↠

the one that got away — he almost became soft for you. he set out to play you, have you become his little starlet in the magazines alongside him until he got bored, and then ... he started feeling. he cut you off abruptly, and maybe it broke you, maybe it didn’t fool you, but he’s anything but charming now.

the one that was too easy — he prides himself in ruining you, enjoys watching you try to avoid him in the mansion. he comes every so often to make you uncomfortable because he is literally a piece of shit. likes to start drama and spreads rumours about you ( also cool if not, but this bitch is not below it, he can’t be tamed ).

somebody he used to know — a childhood friend, wealthy just like him, probably ended up way different than him. you saw him when he was soft, when he wanted to impress people, now forces people to impress him. it’s almost sad, and maybe you try to rekindle the friendship or maybe you try to knock some sense into him. still, he calls you a friend, even if disdainfully.

sugar babies — sexual or not, he thinks he keeps you around because he gives you money, gifts, trips, dates. ( literally, these are unlimited, jaeseong the Youngest Sugar Daddy he’s practically a Sugar Son™ )

the one who fucks around — you and jaeseong don’t get along. fights, arguments, petty pranks, name-calling, confrontations, lies. you and jaeseong do it all. tensions are high ?? and suddenly, the tensions are ... dangerously magnetic ?? 

fight club — jaeseong has no compunction about being absolutely awful to you. he can’t stand you and constantly tries to start shit with you. maybe you fall into the trap of starting fights, ruining your reputation while his is already tainted and doesn’t mater, maybe you see him as the child he is and don’t indulge him. eith way, it’s definitely a time when you two are in the same room together.

of course i’m definitely open for more !! if you’ve got an idea, pls bring it to me !! if not, we can come up with one together !! and from here on out, sorry for making y’all deal with this Problematic™ but he’ll be a fun time, ayyyyy.

[uprising-hqarchive]

welcome to the wizarding world, kate!

we’re glad to have you. don’t forget to check the current timeline of events, and send in your account within the NEXT 24 HOURS. most importantly; don’t forget to have fun!

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME/ALIAS, PRONOUNS — Kate, she/her TIMEZONE AND ACTIVITY — EST, I’m usually on most days and able to do replies every 1-3 days depending on what’s going on. I also tend to lurk on the ooc discord :) ANYTHING ELSE? — nope!

IN CHARACTER

— is that TEA LEONI? oh, no it’s just HERMIONE GRANGER-WEASLEY. SHE is a 49 year old MUGGLEBORN witch, whose occupation is HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT. i guess that’s why her former house is GRYFFINDOR. she is prepared for the uprising, her alliance is ORDER SUPPORTING.

BIRTHDAY: 19 September 1979

SOCIAL MEDIA: @mugglebornweasley

RESIDENCE: with her husband, Ron Weasley

EXTRA

CHARACTER NAME —

Hermione Jean Granger Weasley. When she married Ron, Hermione considered keeping her last name, but ultimately to her, family was more important, and she loves having the same last name as her kids.

BLOOD STATUS —

muggleborn — it’s been a thing that has often defined Hermione’s life circumstances, but she’s never let it define her. She’s proud of who she is and where she came from, and she’ll fight to prove anyone wrong who underestimates her because of her ancestry. Her parents may be muggles, but they’re smart, and even more importantly, they’re decent people.

BIRTHDAY —

19 September 1979 — having a birthday so close to the start of term meant that it was never all that specially celebrated during her time at Hogwarts, but Hermione never minded. She’s not one to like being fussed over, so her family still does her a favor and doesn’t make a big deal of it. She appreciates the cake that Molly bakes for her birthday dinner every year, though.

GENDER & SEXUALITY —

cis-female (she/her), heterosexual — Hermione has never been attracted to other women, just men — and honestly, mostly just Ron.

FORMER HOUSE —

Gryffindor — Some think Ravenclaw would have been a better option for someone as intelligent and booksmart as Hermione, but her courage and stubborn tendencies made her a perfect fit for Gryffindor, and she’s proud to have been sorted where she was. She knows that she learned more about what being a good witch truly means from her housemates than she ever would have learned from the more book-loving Ravenclaws.

OCCUPATION  —

Hermione never intended to go into politics – she would have been happy mastering various academic disciplines and maybe one day settling at Hogwarts. But Kingsley had other ideas for her, and after she finished up her final year at Hogwarts alongside Ginny (and without Ron & Harry), she didn’t have the heart to refuse Kingsley when he asked her to take a job in his new Ministry that was desperately grasping to reform – and quickly. She’s long since given up hope that there’s any other career path for her, because she knows that walking away before she’s finished making their world a better place is not an option. But sometimes she wonders if Harry is better suited to this job than her – he’s used to people vehemently disagreeing with him, after all. And it’s hard for her to work underneath a Minister that she disagrees with so strongly — Hermione’s never been all that good at holding her tongue, but now it seems that her job often depends on that.

MARITAL STATUS/SHIPS  —

Married to Ron Weasley. Some might think they’re polar opposites, but there really has never been anyone else for Hermione. She knows they bring out the best in each other (and admittedly, sometimes the worst as well, but always in order to work on becoming better people). She just doesn’t see anyone else but Ron.

But also, chemistry is fine too LOL.

FAMILY —

Hermione’s parents, Jean and Thomas Granger, both came from small families and were married later in life. After having Hermione, they chose not to have any other children, and she had a childhood that included very little contact with people her own age outside of primary school. All of her cousins were much older than her and her peers never seemed to like her much, so Hermione spent most of her time with the adults in her life or else buried in a book. As a result, Hermione is now often overwhelmed at the enormous size of the family that she married into. She loves the Weasleys and maintains close relationships with them, but she still finds it hard to find her footing among their rambunctious ways. Her parents often left her to her own devices, especially once she began at Hogwarts, so she finds Molly’s tendency to want to be overly involved even in her adult children’s lives to be a little smothering.

Hermione loves being a mother, though. Rose and Hugo are her greatest accomplishments, and she would do anything for them. As unused as she is to a big and bustling family, she loves being a part of it, and is so thankful to the way that the Weasley family has always accepted her as one of their own, especially after she married Ron.

POST HOGWARTS —

Eighteen and suddenly Hermione is free from the pressures of war that she’s lived under since becoming best friends with the Chosen One. Her formative years all took place under this pressure, so it’s hard for her to really comprehend who she is in a world at peace. In their younger years, there was hope that she could become more relaxed and lighthearted, but now she can’t seem to learn how to laugh again, let alone go anywhere without constantly looking over her shoulder. The months that follow the battle find Hermione living with the Weasleys, unable to face returning to her parents and living with people who just didn’t understand. She spends most of her days that summer at Hogwarts, helping to rebuild the castle in time for another year. The time she isn’t at Hogwarts or the Weasley’s, she’s with Harry, trying to help bring him out of his fits of depression.

When the time comes, Hermione returns to school without her two best guys by her side, but at least she has Ginny. She’s disappointed that Harry and Ron aren’t interested in finishing their education, but she’s not really surprised. Ron was never that motivated anyway, and there are too many ghosts here at Hogwarts for Harry to bear coming back so soon. Without them, though Hogwarts just doesn’t feel the same, and though Hermione’s happy to be back in academia, she’s glad when they finish the year and head out into the real world.

Hermione’s real preference would be getting an apprenticeship of some sort in Arithmancy, Potions, or Transfiguration (or all of them, honestly) and then after she masters those, maybe going into the teaching world. But the Ministry still has a lot of reform to go and she knows they need all the help they can get, so she can’t sit back and watch them flounder when she could offer her determination to the cause. SPEW is still very much near and dear to her heart, so she seeks a job in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. It’s hard for her to find traction, but she stays stubborn and persistent, and slowly she’s able to help implement new regulations that improve the lives of many magical creatures, including House Elves.

Hermione and Ron became serious from the moment they kissed in the Battle of Hogwarts, immediately becoming an item afterwards. They never actually had a define-the-relationship sort of conversation, they just fell into each other, like they had always hoped they might. Their relationship wasn’t instantly easier now that they were able to admit they were in love with each other, but it did help both of their insecurities to die down a bit. They were married only a couple of years after Hermione graduated from Hogwarts, much to Molly’s delight and Harry’s slight chagrin. They decided to wait for a couple of years at least to have children, though, because Hermione wanted to advance enough in her career to make a difference before being tied down in that way.

When Ron and Hermione did begin trying for children, she found it difficult to conceive, but after a few years of trying to be patient and not agonize over it, Rose was born, and Hugo followed a couple of years after that. Hermione was delighted to be a parent, and while it wasn’t necessarily the big family she imagined, it was her family, and she loved them dearly. She was happy to have so many nieces and nephews for her children to grow up surrounded by, and weekly dinners at the Burrow were a time that everyone looked forward to.

Eventually, Hermione found herself working her way up in the Ministry (albeit somewhat unintentionally – she was just quick to offer opinions on things, and since she was a part of the Golden Trio, people tended to listen to her and take notice). She was eventually promoted to the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, where she did a lot of good getting rid of some outdated and truly atrocious laws that were in place.

CURRENT —

Hermione was never naive enough to believe that darkness wouldn’t creep its’ way back in, even with all of the reform that their world has done. Still, it’s surprising and unsettling the way that things have developed, especially considering the restrictions that are being put in place to keep Hermione’s two worlds separate.

[bcydbeaulieu]

for @kahlilravishans, my wife’s, bday || part 8 of 8

ok so this is it… the end. this was going to be second but i thought why not end with this. this is where it is going to get a bit emotional… so if you don’t want to hear all the gay that i am about to say then just look at the pretty edit. emily you are not allowed to skip this so buckle up babe… because you know how i can get when i decide i want to gift you some words… ok here we go!

ok so funny story… i wasn’t gonna start out this way but i was going through the early days of our tag and well i wished you a happy bday a year ago.. specifically while you were trying to get through interludes. so can you believe its been a fucking year since icos and our 12 hours skype sessions. those were the days were our relationship grew from “still had some chill” to “are you sure you two aren’t dating” so damn that book series. but seriously just needed to point that out. now here comes my incoherent babbling about how much i love you and how much you really mean to me. 

so, i’m pretty sure everyone knows the story of how me and emily met. god knows we talk about it enough. but it wouldn’t be an emotional emily and laura post if i don’t mention it so lol. i remember it, that february day, oh god. so she idk follows me or finds my blog and at the time i had a neil url and she just starts yelling at me on the chat. that stupid fucking messaging system. and of course i just start screaming back. and in the back of my mind i’m thinking how do i get this nerd girl to keep talking to me about our foxes and really i didn’t have to do much bc we exchanged numbers (she made me get a whatsapp) the next hour. and guys look.. i didn’t do this type of stuff before. i randomly talked to people and the only person i kept in contact with was my irlbff. so emily was not a normal occurrence. but anyways she asked if she could call and my heart was like beating out of my chest cause omfg what the fuck but of course i said yes and that’s how i find myself outside mid day on a february in texas walking around my front yard, my backyard, and yelling about literally everything we had in common at the time. 

now, i thought this girl is awesome and every part of me wanted to keep talking to her but i just knew that we’d talk for a month a few at max and then you know that thing would happen where you just lost connection, even tho i felt like i had just found like part of my soul. 

not what happened. the next week or couple of weeks we had our first skype session.. it lasted 6 hours yall. like who does that with someone they just met. fast forward to late august of 2016 and there we are getting into icos against our better judgement and there its kind of history. with our 12 hour skype sessions. and us eating dinner and breakfast together on opposite ends of the world and in complete different timezones. and i don’t know if something just clicked then cause we were already too close for our situation. but after that it was like i knew that this wasn’t some fluke this was real. and i HAD found a part of my soul. and god that’s cheesy but it’s fucking true. i’d run to the end of the world for this girl. and i’d do it multiple times. 

so that’s part of the story i guess. but i’m not done talking and emily i’m sorry babe but you know how i get i’m gonna write some more here so really buckle up. 

when i say i love you emily, i truly mean it with every part of me. i’ve never had a relationship like i have with you and the ones i had that came close don’t even touch to what we have. you’re so much more than my best friend and i don’t have a word for it and i don’t think words could justify it. but you keep my world spinning sometimes and then others you can make it stop. you are my rock when i need someone to ground me. you are the light in my life when i can’t seem to even get one positive thought in my mind. you support me through everything that i do and truly believe that i can be great at my career and in life in general. and i don’t know where i would be without you. 

you’re a good listener. you give great advice. and sometimes you just help me to stop thinking. you do so much for me and i hope that on the flipside i’m doing everything that i can for you. our relationship isn’t perfect and i’m glad it isn’t im glad that we can talk as honestly as we do and that we don’t keep anything from each other. and sometimes i’m amazed at how honest we can be bc so much of our relationship is over text or phone and its so easy to not say things when you’re not in person. but i would never let myself not be fully myself with you and that comes down to even the parts of me that i don’t want anyone to see. 

i’m also so happy that i’m the person that you talk to even when you don’t want to talk to anyone. i can’t believe i’m that person for someone, that person that even when the world is too much i’m not. that you trust me enough to be that person… it means… literally everything to me. 

you are always the highlight of my day, your snaps, texts, stupid messages, emojis, the fact that we’re each others screensavers. god that is freakin gay wow. i wanted to go through posts and like remember our relationship for the PAST YEAR AND A HALF CAN YOU BELIEVE LOL. but haa its like 55 pages and i don’t think i could summarize the best points cause they’re all just so good. we’re fucking legendary sometimes, you know. god this is a mess. this girl knew there was a hurricane happening in texas before i could tell her and has been the most dramatic about it. so if that says anything. 

“Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.”

This quote, this fucking quote ok wow. like ya do shit for yourself and you can create your own happiness blah blah like cool but babe sometimes you are the thing that makes me feel alive. and knowing that there is someone out there that loves me as much as i’m 100% you do keeps me going day to day. i’d swim across the damn fucking ocean for you. and one day we’ll get to see each other in person and it’ll probably be the best damn time of our lives and i can’t fucking wait for it bc it’s gonna happen. and we’re gonna road trip with son and yell at each other about music and scream in person about our favorite characters and spend hours reading together and probably some times on our computers not talking, bc honestly half our skype sessions are us just silently soaking in each other’s company and i wouldn’t change that for the world. 

you are without a doubt one of the most important people in my life, if not the most important and i can’t explain how it feels to have someone that knows me as well as you do and to have that in return with you. i love that as our relationship has grown it’s gone from we have all these things in common in fandom to we have certain fandom things in common but our lives are intertwined and even if we had nothing like that in common it wouldn’t matter. i know you have class on wednesday, i know you can’t skype in the early hours of morning but you will take my call. i know you live in the middle of nowhere and it takes like an hour to get to the city. i know your dad is australian but 50% of the time i hear him speak it’s with that terrible american accent. and well here…

The things i know about emily: she hates coffee but she will try every concoction she can to stay awake while reading, she loves her new puppy even though she said she wasn’t that attached, she has way too many comics (this girl set up a store on ebay ok), she is the most indecisive person to ever grace the earth, her books are arranged in alphabetic order correctly but only after i made sure they were correct, she loves rock music and can’t stand pop, she’s one of the most gorgeous people in the world but doesn’t believe it (uhm she should tho), she…. ok i could go on forever and i can never do those questions on tumblr bc i know everything about her. 

omg this should prob end soon, but like ok emily this is just a mess and i’m sorry but just if you didn’t know i love you more than anything and i hope you have a wonderful day and that we have many more bdays of yours to celebrate even when you don’t want to celebrate them. i’m so glad that you messaged me that day bc there would be a hole in my life without you. you’re amazing, incredible, outstanding, kind, hilarious, an asshole, and like my soulmate. also i’m listening to stand by me while writing this (the power rangers version) so just… i’m about to cry with how much you mean. 

to emily: i love you i love you i love you. and i will love you until the stars i’m looking at now and the ones you will see when you’re reading this can be looked at while we sit with each other outside one of our houses. and i will keep loving you through the distance and the ocean and the fights and the tears and the stubbornness of the world for not letting us be closer in the first place. you have undoubtedly changed my life for the better. you have made me a better person. more confident, happier, and somehow calm. there are days when you make my heart race (gay) and days when you make me still. (raven cycle much). you are my person (lol grey’s) and you are the first person i think of in any situation (laura no we don’t want to hear about this emily girl in australia). so baby girl, again i hope you have the best day and obviously the best life and i’m just so glad that i get to be a part of it even from so far away. i love you (to the moon and back and all that shit) <3

Oh, won’t you take me from this valley To that mountain high above? I will pray, pray, pray Until I see your smiling face. I will pray, pray, pray To the one I love.

[ranger-of-estel]

Okay but could you write about how Len comes back and gets all of his memories back? And his growing relationship with Sara? I'd appreciate it ☺️

Alright dear Anon, I apologize this took so long. This will be a multi-chapter story, so keep watching.

**Canon Divergent**~ Legion Len was brainwashed, not from the past~ Mick and the crew have a good relationship

               Most ofthe crew has returned to their quarters or to do maintenance, allowing Mick andSara a moment alone with their unconscious friend. “I can’t believe he wasthere all along…and we missed it.” Sara’s hand moves to lay over whereLeonard’s rests on the bed.

               Micknods, “But we got him back, and broke whatever brain games those LegionBastards were playing with him.” After another moment he motions toward thehall. “I’m going for a drink, you want somethin’?”

               Sheshakes her head, “I’m good, thanks.” Once he leaves she sinks onto the stool nextto the medical chair. Reaching out to clasp his hand between hers, head dippingso her lips brush against warm knuckles. “Come on Crook, you can beat this.” Shehuffs, “Or so help me I will come back in there and drag you out.”

               Herhead jerks up at gentle squeeze around the hand at his palm, eyes darting up asthe familiar drawl reaches her ears. “Nice pep talk Assassin.”

                “Len!” she almost laughs in relief as icy eyesblink open to meet hers.

               “Easy,”he winces, hand rising to shield his eyes. “You failed to mention the headacheI would have when it was over.”

               “Gideon–” before she says more the ship dims the lights, his eyes relaxing from theirsquint.

               “Alright,so –” Mick cuts off as he enters the room, nodding toward his reclining friend.“Good to have you back Boss.” He sets one of the three beers and a couple pillson the side table. “Will help your head.” Leonard nods gratefully, tossing thepills into his mouth and washing them down. Mick offers Sara a bottle, whichshe accepts with a small smile. “Figured you’d want to celebrate when he cameto.” He shrugs.

               Thethree drink in a mostly comfortable silence, Len’s eyes closed but the way heshifts letting the other two know he is very much awake and aware of theirmovements. Finally Sara rises with a sigh. “I should let the others know youare awake.” His eyes crack open and she smiles at him, “It’s good to have youback.” She adds, then turns to the door before he can respond.

               Mick settlesonto the now empty seat; Leonard looking over with a frown as he pressesslender fingers against his temples “So, how long until the drums stop?”

               Thelarger man shrugs, “Don’t know. Always had minor adjustments done, never majorrewrite.”

               “Whydidn’t you say they’d scrambled your thoughts?” he inquires, adjusting the seatso he’s sitting up.

               “Didn’trealize what had been changed at first,” he shrugs, “By the time it wore off,there was no reason to say much.” He sighs, “And I was angry; at you, the team.Doubted brainwashing would warrant forgiveness for the things I did to you.”

               “Iwas…” He pauses, searching for a word. “Surprised. that you would threatenLisa.”

               Mickscoffs, “And me that you would partner with the Legion.” He smirks, “Even?”

               Leonardnods, smirk tugging at his own lips. But before he can speak the door opens;Raymond bounding in. “You’re awake! We were worried and –“

               “Haircut!”Mick snaps, quieting the younger man long enough for him to see Len’s grimaceat the volume.

               “Right,sorry.” He whispers, face still split in a grin. “We’re glad your back!”

               Ripwalks in next, looking between the other three. “Might I have a moment withMister Snart?” He looks at Mick, “Privately?”

               After aquick glance to Leonard, who nods, Mick rises and grabs Ray by the shoulder.“Come on, I could use another beer.”

               Oncethe door shuts Len crosses his arms across his chest, keen eyes settling on theother man. “Come to lecture me about my choices Captain?”

               Ripsighs, moving to rest his hip against the counter. “No, and I’m not longercaptain. That mantel has moved to Sara.” Leonard raises a brow but the otherman continues. “I wanted to talk to you about recovery.” He motions betweenthem. “I was waking up in that chair not long ago.”

               “Alright,”Leonard watches him, “I’m listening.”

               “Theheadache will likely be gone by morning other physical discomfort dissipatingin a day or so. But,” He frowns, “Whatever you saw in there will remain, and itwill be a while before you can separate team members from their darkercounterparts.”

               “Iassumed as much,” Leonard nods.

               And youwill dream.” Rip frowns, “The memories of what you did with the Legion willcome back to you; sometimes triggered during the day, but mine returnedprimarily at night.”

               “Noted,”Leonard carefully swings his legs around, reaching over to unhook the monitorfrom around his wrist.

               “Andone last thing.” Rip glances back at the door. “Not everyone will accept whathas happened, and they will consider you responsible for your actions thesepast months.”

               Henods, “Understandable,” he brushes shoulders with Rip as he walks toward thedoor. “But right now, I just want food and a hot shower.” The first is easyenough, and after a light meal he made his way back to his quarters.

               Whenthe door opens he is greeted by a room different than what he remembers; thereis a book open on the bed, and framed pictures on his desk. But it’s the kniveshanging on the wall that tip him off to the change of resident. As if on cueSara’s familiar voice comes from the hall to his right, “There you are.” Shestops beside him, guilt flashing across her features ass he steps into the roomafter him. “When Amaya joined the team we were a room short. So I offered myquarters,” she shifts uneasily, motioning around. “But all your stuff is stillhere,”

               “I canmove my things to Mick’s room.” He shrugs.

               “No,”she waves her hand before her, “I assure you it will be much easier for me tobunk with Amaya. Less stolen trinkets to move.” She smiles, “Plus, I’ll be inthe study most of the night anyway. We’ve been chasing this group of timepirates and I need to pick up the trail.”

               Hefrowns, “If you are sure.”

               Shenods, “Positive.” She grabs a small bag from next to the door on her way out.“Goodnight Leonard.”

               “Happyhunting,” he replies easily. Once she is gone he moves further into the room.True to her word he finds his clothes folded neatly on one side of the dresser,hers occupying the other. As he enters the bathroom he finds his shampoo sitsbeside hers in the shower, even his toothbrush has a place on the sink.

               It’sstrange, but comforting, he thinks. Echoes of ‘me and you’ resurfacing fromwhat feels like a lifetime ago. He pushes the thought away, focusing on thewarm water as it eases the tension in his muscles, washes away the film of dirtand deceit that still clings to him. By the time he returns to the room hewants nothing more than to sleep. Unconsciousness taking him the moment hishead hits Sara’s pillow.

~

               “And if I refuse to help?” Leonard asks,looking at the men before him.

               The dark headed one tosses him aphoto, which he catches with ease. Lisa’s face stares back at him, bright andsmiling as she talks to someone outside the shot. “She’s a pretty girl.”

               “It would be a shame if she waspart of an unfortunate accident.” The light haired one adds, some unspokendarkness coming through his bright eyes.

               “Don’t you touch her,” Lensnarls,

               Leonardjerks awake, forcing his breathing to slow and his voice to remain even.“Gideon.”

               “YesMister Snart?” the AI replies.

               “SearchLisa Snart, 2017.” He instructs.

               “Thereare no results for that name, but,” The front page of Central City’s newspaperappears on his display, headline reading ‘GoldenGlider strikes again’ above a photo of several masked men, golden from theknees down. “I believe this may be of interest?”

               “Thanks,”he half answers, eyes skimming the article. He notes that it is a piece writtenby Iris West, which explains the title. There are details about a series ofnarcotic dealers being found in allies, feet locked to the ground and theirscore encased in a gold like substance. “That’s my girl.” He almost smiles,pride coloring his voice as he waves the image away. Lisa is safe, thrivingeven, Darhk’s threat fading with his defeat. “What time is it?”

               “Accordingto the crew’s preferred timezone, it is 3:45 AM.” Gideon replies.

               Hedoubts anyone will be up for several hours, but he also knows there is not theoption of returning to sleep for him. So getting up he changes into a clean setof clothes, making his way almost silently to the galley. With a mug of cocoain hand he begins the walk back at a leisurely pace. Taking in the nearlyunchanged ship. He hears Sara laugh, and thoughtlessly follows the sound towardthe library. He stops short when he notices Rip seated across from her. Thepair talking over the paper clippings on the desktop, mugs in hand. There’s apang in his chest; he pushes it away, turning on his heal and returning to thehalls.

               Eventuallyhe ends up back in his (Or is it Sara’s?) room. He notices the worn box ofcards laying on her desk, and soon has a game of solitaire laid before him onthe bed. He’s not sure how much time passes before his attention is drawn by aknock at the door. “Come in.”

               Sara issmiling at him when it opens, and she looks at him curiously as she steps in.“Sleep okay?”

               Henods, “Fine?”

               He seesher eyes drop to the cards, an emotion he can’t quite read flashing across herfeatures, gone in the space of a breath. She begins moving toward the dresseronce more, “Just came for a fresh set of clothes.” She lifts a shirt foremphasis. “I’ll try and move my stuff to Amaya’s room later.” She adds.

               Hewants to tell her not to worry about it, that he likes her things in the room.An anchor of sorts, reminding him that this is real and that maybe he hasanother chance. But instead he just shrugs, “It’s fine, not like the room iscrowded.”

               Shenods, pausing at the door. “Oh, also wanted to let you know that everyone is inthe galley for breakfast.” She grins, “Ray is making pancakes!” He’s not surewhy that is so exciting; and it’s more curiosity than hunger that leads himthrough the halls after putting away the cards and grabbing his empty mug.

               Raymondis standing in front of a griddle in an apron, a stack of pancakes on a plateto his right. Jax and the new guy are seated on the opposite side of the littleisland talking with him as he cooks. The rest of the team are sitting aroundone of the far tables in what appear to be mixed discussions.

               “MorningBoss,” Mick nods toward him, Sara turning in her seat to motion him over to thetable.

               “Snart!”Ray grins, stepping around the island to offer a plate of the fluffy breakfastfood. “Hungry?”

               Hethinks about passing, but the scientist is looking at him with such excitementhe caves and accepts the plate. He walks over, taking the seat next to Mick andacross from Sara. She is talking to the other new member, Amaya, but pushes awarm cup of coffee across the table to him.

               “MissJiwe,” Stein’s voice comes from the other side of Mick, “would you be so kindas to pass the strawberry syrup?”

               “Ofcourse,” she smiles, grabbing the jar from where it rests by Sara and passingit to the other man. Leonard watches the team interacting around him, talkingand bantering in place of the bickering he remembers.

               “SoBlondie,” Mick looks at Sara, “You figure out where our musician friend hasbeen?”

               Shechuckles, “Maestro laid low when the Legion was active. But Rip and I thinkwe’ve located his next mark.”

               “Whennow?” Nate calls from his place at the counter.

               “90’s”She looks over her shoulder to him. “Museum in Egypt.”

               “Museum?”Leonard’s attention shifts from the surprisingly good meal to fully lockingonto the Captain.

               Herattention moves to him, “Yeah, a new exhibit is opening. A couple pieces lookoddly like future tech.”

               “Targetis a former Time Master, calls himself The Maestro.” Mick notes, accenting thename with a movement of his hand.

               “Wethink he’s stealing tech to bend events according to his will, and possiblythat of other surviving Time Masters, now that the wellspring is gone.” Raymondfollows up, then grins, “So we’ve been taking them first.”

               Micknods his agreement, and Sara tilts her head shifting so her body leans towardhim. “What do you say Leonard, wanna help plan a heist?”

               Hesmirks, mirroring her position across the table. “When do we start?”

               “Assoon as you and Mick finish breakfast.” She pushes back from the table,glancing between them. “See you in the library.”

               Leonardand Mick follow soon after, the larger man pausing long enough to give Raymonda slap on the back and place dishes in the sink. “Thanks for the meal Haircut.”Ray just beams in response, then moves to help Nate with washing and drying thedishes.

               Whenthey reach the library Sara has several chairs pulled around the desk. Ahologram of the schematic projecting up from the screen. As they come closerthey see Sara typing up notes on one of the smaller data pads. “So,” She looksup at the pair, “The amulet we are looking for will be displayed here.” Shemotions to a section on the second floor.

               “Security?”Len asks, looking over the blueprint.

               “Mixed,”She replies, handing him the tablet with her notes, as well as diagrams of thesystems and shifts.

               “Howlong do we have?” He looks back up to her.

               “Aslong as you need,” she frowns. “But the sooner the better.” She glances betweenthe two, “You think you’ve got this covered?”

               “Younot helpin’?” Mick’s brow furrows.

               Sheshakes her head, “I’ll be back later, but I figure this is a good time to movemy stuff into Amaya’s room.” She makes her way toward the door, speaking overher shoulder. “Call if you need me.”

               Aftershe’s left Leonard begins to flip through the information that’s been gathered,sitting in one of the vacant chairs. “This is well researched.”

               “She’sa natural, works well on the field too.” Mick replies easily, “Think she likesthe thrill almost as much as you do.” He adds.

               “Ialways suspected as much,” he returns his attention to the building layout.“Her training makes her well suited for it.” He glances over to his partner,“So who makes up the team?”

               “Me,Sara and Haircut usually.” Mick replies.

               “Raymond,really?” Leonard looks over skeptically.

               Mickshrugs, “Fits in small spaces, surprisingly good with locks.”

               Soonthe two have fallen back into old habits, working comfortably and in relativesilence. Leonard feels like himself again, some level of familiarity settlingin around him. “So? How do we look?” Sara’s voice draws him from the work. Shetosses Mick a beer, then slides one across the desk to him, setting a plate ofsmall sandwiches in the middle. “Courtesy of Amaya,” she adds, sitting in thechair across from him.

               “Well,”Len drawls, sliding an outline to her as Mick reaches for food. “Going by whatMick has said, this is the best route.” He taps at a back exit, “I can walk youthrough overriding the alarm from here, and Raymond should be able to knock outthe cameras.”

               Shefrowns, “Walk me through? Why aren’t you with us?”

               “I willbe of more use to you here.” He points to a winding section of halls on thescreen. “I can’t guide you through this on the ground.” He motions to the otherman, “And Mick will pick up on any unseen threats.”

               “It’sno use,” the larger man shrugs, “I already tried talking him out of it.”

               Shehuffs, “Fine, walk me through the plan.” She listens attentively, waiting untilthe end to make some minor adjustments and offering a more detailed timeestimate for parts concerning herself and Ray. When they finally lock in thedetails she smiles at him. “I’ll do a briefing with the others later.” She putsthe bottles atop the empty plate. “We’ll make our move tomorrow.” She offersLen one last look as she rises to her feet. “Still room for you on the team ifyou change your mind.”

               Heoffers a half smile, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

               Thebriefing is short, each team member nodding, the occasional question answeredor detail made clearer. Len watches with some surprise; what was once a rag-tagteam now showing unification. Once his portion is done, he ducks out. Going fora quick meal while the galley is still empty, and then retiring to his quartersfor the night.

               Itfeels colder somehow; emptier with the extra space in the closet, gaps in thebookshelf, empty walls. Sara has spread his clothes to fill the dresserdrawers, though he’s pretty sure at least one sweater is missing. He shakes hishead, changing into night clothes and settling onto the bed. For a time hismind continues to work, analyzing details of the plan, formulating countermoves should something go wrong, until eventually sleep pulls him under oncemore.

Chap 2 (x)

[elysiumrp]

Congratulations TRISHA! You have been accepted as Sabrina McCarthy. Please go through the checklist and send in your account within 24 hours. If you need more time, make sure you send a message to the main.

Welcome back, Trisha! It’s been ages, but I’m so glad you decided to join us again as Sabrina. I can’t wait to see where she goes on the dash cause I know that you’ll do wonders playing her. In regards to your question about having one of her parents be from England, go for it! I definitely think it makes sense with her character, and I’m fine with either parent. Welcome to Elysium!!

OOC INFO

Name: Trisha Age: 26 Timezone: GMT Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Previous RP Experience: [RFP] Activity Level:  On a daily basis, I’m working office hours, until six in the afternoon. I’m usually free in the evenings, sometimes I need to go to a meeting or two but it’s rare. Of course, it’s also in the evening when I cook, clean and whatnot, but I tend to have at least one hour on a regular night to log in and be around. Anything Else: Nope! And I do hope I’m not missing any catches here, because I’ve read basically everything around, hahahaha.

IC INFO

Character Name: Sabrina McCarthy Second Choice Character: N/A Why did you choose this character:

I don’t tend to have a favourite type of character; I usually like them closer to who I am, a bit different, which gives me more room to develop them without strings attached. However, once in a while I need a change. Perhaps it’s my writer’s instinct telling me it’s fed up of the same old thing (like it led me to write stories in first person - which I’m not exactly a fan of - and write from a male’s perspective, as well as a variety of others experiments). I believe this time came. Sabrina is out of my comfort zone, which would push me to actually portray a character and not simply, naturally play it with my instincts. I have played characters like her before, of course, and it took me places I didn’t expect, which is always amusing.

Sabrina is apparently flawless, a privileged. Underneath layers of expensive designer clothing, imported makeup and youth, she has her own demos, caused by a relapse in the family, often amongst the wealthy ones. As I’m always drawn to the darkest bits of everything, I guess it’s concealed it all and slowly opening up the troubled cracks that led me to Sabrina. She’s very raw as a person, so I think she has a lot to be explored and refine.

Describe your plan for them: It will all depend on how things play out, but portraying Sabrina adjusting to a severe circumstance would be interesting. A more ordinary and less drastic scenario would be the loss of her clique - for whatever reason, from gossip to a misconduct in friendship from either end. How would she deal with the fact that she has no friends other them and how what would she do to come out of her decade-planned social agenda. She would be forced to interact with people that she isn’t too fond of, or even intimate of, for instance.My aim is, I want development. And with that, in Sabrina’s case, it comes with a lot of personal suffering. Her personality isn’t easy, she’s adamant about her beliefs and the way she was raised, without anything to trouble her and make her want to change; I want to put her in situations out of her comfort zone, to slowly build personal growth. And there’s no way of making someone without breaking them first.

Describe your character’s feelings, reactions, and potential involvement/want to be involved during/after the recent fall of the Council (At least a few sentences): Disbelief. Not a surprised one, but a “are you stupid?” eye-roll one. For Sabrina, everything was nothing but well-planned marketing. The media, nowadays, could do wonders to anything and anyone’s reputation - and she knew that quite well, being in her area of expertise. The videos all over the internet, the allegations - they were all publicity. That thought persisted as the first attack occurred in Times Square. It was an odd and clear cry for attention for whatever company was producing that movie/TV show/series/campaign, but it was all an act. Monster did not exist. After the third attack, her creativity perhaps couldn’t wander that far, yet she was rational and intelligent enough to realise something was wrong. That sixth sense clicked the moment he started starting at her, commanding her. Yet nothing said by Nicholas compelled her into doing anything at all. The man acted off with confidence and naturally. Sabrina fought back with teeth (ironically) and fists, running off. It was when she got home that she decided to peek through the layer of silk she were around her neck. Bite marks, trailing down her shoulder covered by blouses of long, high collars. In the danger of the madness the city was truly living now and her own, unanswered fears, she tried to play along without actually sharing with anyone how vulnerable and afraid she was, not even to her parents and closest friends, with the exception of Samantha, who took the time to explain her what many humans were still blind to, telling her small details and even teaching her a few ways to protect herself.

Para Sample:

(I’m sampling this thread, which is more developed and in depth, usually the way I prefer writing. It isn’t IC as I often struggle to write any IC applications.)

Bubbles jumped from the skillfully balanced coupe glasses seemingly superglued to the silver tray. Tulip ones would have been better to preserve the sparkly taste, but after countless refills of Moet - and some downed whiskey on the side - Ella lost her sense of criticism. Regardless of some errors perceived only by a controlling businesswoman, the celebration was, as usual, outstanding. The magazine’s filial in Canada was particularly acclaimed by their Christmas parties, a tradition in a country where snow cornered every living being. New Year was typically celebrated in New York City, back at Ella’s headquarters and main building of the fashion empire. Hard liquor could be found at an arm’s length, champagne was spurting from fountains and, needless to say, there were private areas where recreational ‘distractions’ had the prerogative of a turned blind eye.

In certain zones, the music was as loud as in a night club, the spaces dark as in the anonymity of a Vanilla Sky movie. It was a party, after all, and nobody could party better than rich, powerful people. Especially when they all held dirt on one another, which kept all the gatherings - no matter how large - always very secure for some occasional colleague lose control over the incentive of an invited outsider plus one - or multiples.

Particularly, Ella felt like indulging into champagne. It wasn’t unusual for her to drink (not lately), but the bubbly liquid seemed to be getting to her head fast enough to unleash her scarce inhibitions. It was past one in the morning, though, and consequently everyone else was cut or their way to alcohol intoxication, so the editor-in-chief didn’t mind her sharp, bold tongue and impulsive behaviour. It had proved to be fun so far, in spite of some honest, foolish mistakes.

With a half empty glass of flat Moet, the brunette detached from her crew of co-workers and headed to one of the many bars. With a bubbly smile matching her drink of the night, she requested a new coupe, taking the brief moment of wait to scan her surroundings. Coming to the party was purely an obligation, at first, but she managed to find the fun in it after some litters of alcoholic beverages. Those who knew her, were aware that the brunette was going through a rough time, regardless whether she would share the details and causes or not. Tonight, she allowed herself to feel lighter; tomorrow, she would deal with the consequences of hangover.

It seemed to have started ahead of schedule. A sting hit her temple vividly, like a pin hammered in her brain, at the blurry sight of a familiar silhouette. It was very much alive in her memory to provoke her the certainty of seeing what she thought to be standing across the room. No more than a month had it been she had last seen him, and from afar she could sense his presence, now that she was aware of it. However, it couldn’t possibly be him.

The bartender politely handed her the glass, while Ella’s azure gems wouldn’t diverge from the target her brain focused on. Her lips moved in a ‘thanks’ that was muffled by the music back in the open chamber nearby, so quietly she spoke. It was like being on a trance. In a black tuxedo, his gold-tone, slick back hair was all she could see. But the stance, the gestures he made whenever speaking to whoever was that unfamiliar person he talked to - the voice she heard had to be his, or else her mind was repeating it just for tease. Playful tricks of the mind, after too many glasses. She believed it, she also doubted it. He was away, somewhere in Europe. She was here. She came back. This isn’t happening.

He turned around. Black shawl lapel tuxedo, ebony shirt underneath - a complete full-black outfit just like that first party. Ella was also in black. Her colours were neutral, always black, beige, dark brown and, on occasion, some white. They looked like coordinating colours when most carried on the Christmas warm up in red and green. And the voice that she heard before, it turned louder as she, much to her surprise, walked toward her in the company of another man, which soon enough turned a corner and left Princeton to arrive at the bar alone. He was quicker than Ella’s despair to flee. She couldn’t hear her own thoughts, her heart was too loud in her ears.

Any questions/concerns/things you’d like to change: (siblings to add, pronouns, sexuality you’d like to specify, personality, face claim, history, etc., etc.)

If it’s possible, perhaps Sabrina’s mother of father could be from the UK? I don’t know, I’m asking because I live in Europe and there’s a few differences from the English here and from the USA. I think it could add a bit more of character to her, by having a double nationality and being raised back and forth two distinct continents. It’s not mandatory, just something I thought interesting. :)

[prophecypreceding-rp]

Welcome to Camp Half blood Alma-Sophia (Yari) ! Congratulations on safely making it to camp and please enjoy the orientation video you can find here. 

OOC Information:

Name/Alias: Yari <3

Preferred Pronouns: she/her

Age: 19

Timezone: EST

Activity level: like a -2 out of 10 tbh

Triggers: REMOVED

IC Information:

Name: Alma

Face claim: Anya Taylor-Joy

Birthday and Age: 19

Godly Parent/Cabin: Cabin six, Athena. Claimed

Demigod Abilities: standard demigod abilities, knowledge

Weapon of Choice: At the moment she does not have a preferred choice of weapon. Though she will find that a bow and arrow seem to be most comfortable.

Years at Camp: This is her first summer

Personality Traits:

+Adaptable: Every time she’s faced with a new challenge, Alma finds a way to get past it. She’d not afraid to ask for help when she needs it or to rely on herself.

+Curious: The older she gets, the more Alma wants to know about the world around her. Whether it be simply learning or trying something hands on, she’s all for it. She has been exposed to a lot of new things in a short time period and has yet to feel overwhelmed by it all.

+Scholarly: With a photographic memory, it’s easy for her to remember everything at a glance. In the commune it was frowned upon for her to be so smart, at camp this trait is celebrated. Especially within her cabin where all her siblings are just as smart. She finds comfort in knowledge.

-Insecure: Growing up she was taught that she must be meek and unseen. No longer living in that society has not brought her out of her shell. The teachings still follow her and she struggles to speak up, even when she’s the only one who knows the answers.

-Impressionable: She grew up being told what to do and who to act. Having just left this community, mostly unwillingly, she still searched for someone to tell her what she’s supposed to be like know.

-Stubborn: She finds herself unable to let go of her old ways and teachings, holding on to them tighter each time someone tells her how wrong they were.

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Growing up Alma always thought her childhood was a normal and happy one. She and her family lived on a reservoir in Wyoming, in a fairly small and very close commune.  Oddly enough, she’d never met anyone outside of her community until arriving at camp. At least, not anyone who hadn’t joined the community upon arrival. She’d gotten an education within the commune, one that was heavily influenced by leadership and their religion. Her father was high supreme, the highest honor one could have. He’d found the reservoir and brought everyone to live there, often going on ‘business trips’ to help spread their beliefs at different conferences. Alma had no idea that her father was a cult leader. To her, he was the man who’d founded the paradise that they lived in. A man not to be questioned or challenged. Anyone who dared to do so, even his own daughter, would be severely punished.

To say Alma had a big family would be an understatement. Her family was the biggest in the commune, with her father having six wives and kids with all of them. The idea of polygamy wasn’t something odd to the girl, if anything it seemed normal and natural. All of her mothers were kind and took her under their wings, treating all of his children as if they were their own. Even though she didn’t know who her mother was, she didn’t feel like she missed out. Plus she loved all 25 of her siblings. Most were younger then her, though the few older ones she had were beginning to have children of their own. It was expected for her to get married soon, definitely before she turned 21. Alma herself was a little excited to get married too start her own family. The having children part of starting a family definitely excited her more then getting married. The only problem was, there wasn’t anyone she was interested in getting married too. Which meant that a husband would most likely just be chosen for her by her father.

Their schooling was all year round and Alma worked as a teaching assistant with the younger kids. Classes still in full swing even as summer began. Alma enjoyed school and enjoyed learning, though she wished that they learned more. Or rather that the girls learned more. Females took more practical classes, such as baking, sewing and once they got older, childcare. The boys in the community were able to take literacy and math courses. Everyone was required to take theology, though the curriculum was different for boys and girls seeing how girls were not taught how to read or write. Having grown up in the community, she’d thought nothing of the obvious sexism within the community. It wasn’t until she made a new friend that her eyes were opened to what was truly going on.

Her father had just brought back a surprising amount of new community members recently. Each more odd then anyone she’d ever met and seemingly around her age. Although the boys were supposed to stay separate from the girls outside of courting, she found herself befriending one in particular who’d come on his own. He was a bit odd, seeing how he needed crutches to walk and so clearly held different beliefs. Beliefs that shone through when he talked to her about the outside world and told her how different things were. Differences that began to make her yearn for more. One afternoon after classes were over he came to find her, though the other new members also came along. At first she was confused about what was going on and what they were saying. It was as if they were all in on some inside joke that she wasn’t apart of. Except the only ones laughing were the group of rowdy boys.

Something in her mind clicked when she saw the boys transform into, well, monsters. Alma had never seen anything like it before. After seeing the monsters, she didn’t even bat an eyelash when her friend began to take off his pants. How had she not noticed anything before? Her apparent cluelessness became unimportant once there was a giant fireball heading towards her. It wasn’t long until a giant fire engulfed the nearby building, causing them to draw attention from the commune members. Almost all the men rushed to help, but found themselves confused as to what was going on. It took one moment of seeing their confused faces to realize that they didn’t see what she did. Which only made them helpless when either the fire consumed them, or the giants did.

With fire raging through the reservoir, the women and children were escorted to a place of safety. Well, a place that was supposed to be safe. It was quickly turned into a danger zone when Alma was escorted there as well. Even though they tried to fight back, they all found themselves helpless when it came to fighting back. If it wasn’t for her quick reflexes and the shovel she’d gotten her hands on, Alma was sure that she’d be dead as well. When the satyr came to run away from the commune with her to safety, she knew it was far too late. She didn’t worry about getting anyone else out because she knew that there wasn’t anyone else.

[kingsterracerp-blog]

KATE will be picking up LUNA VALDEZ as a third character.

OUT OF CHARACTER.

NAME: kate. AGE: 22. TIMEZONE: est. ACTIVITY LEVEL: u guys know PRONOUNS: she/her. SHIPS: /chem. ANTI-SHIPS: /no chem. TRIGGERS: Removed. PASSWORD: Removed. ANYTHING ELSE: Removed.

IN CHARACTER.

DESIRED CHARACTER: Luna Isabel Valdez. NICKNAMES: Lu, Looney, anything else. AGE/BIRTH ORDER: 23. FACECLAIM: Eiza Gonzalez. GENDER IDENTITY/PRONOUNS: she/her. SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heterosexual/biromantic. HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, Nevada. OCCUPATION/EDUCATION: Currently working at Urban Outfitters while she attends Harvard for Law. She’s also secretly a camgirl to help pay for her education.

(MORE) IN CHARACTER.

POSITIVES: Hardworking, outgoing, adventurous. NEGATIVES: Blunt, stubborn, wary.

@MOONBABE: i don’t think anyone has been more ashamed than my doctor when i admitted i eat hot cheetos for breakfast like...everyday @MOONBABE: i miss the days when bieber didn’t learn a few lines of spanish to do remixes of songs that didn’t need him in the first place. @MOONBABE: "do you need a full face of makeup to go grocery shopping?” [image]

BIOGRAPHY.

** TW UNDERAGE DRINKING, DRUNK DRIVING, CAR CRASH, MENTIONS OF BIPHOBIA, DEATH **

Luna Isabel Valdez was born in San Ángel, a relatively small city in Mexico. She doesn’t remember anything from living there, mostly because she was two when her parents took her and her sibling to America -- hoping they could find better work and give their children a better life. That wasn’t exactly the case when they got there, sure they got lots of work but it was constantly odd jobs that paid okay and at the end of the day it was still barely scraping it for an undocumented family of four.

Luna grew up watching her parents go through hell to raise them, watching her father leave for weeks at a time to go to better paying jobs and watching her mother cry at night because it was so much stress and who knew if he’d make it back. It didn’t exactly help that Luna was the problematic child growing up. There wasn’t really a reason why she acted out and was the wild child, she just was. It was who she was as a person. She constantly wanted all eyes on her and would do anything she had to do to get it. Dancing, singing, doing things she shouldn’t in class. Luna was just constantly bored -- that was her answer for why she acted out. But that all changed when a best friend came into the picture.

Luna met Jasmine in the third grade and they instantly became best friends. And while Luna was still a little mischievous, Jasmine was always the level headed one who tried to keep her out of trouble. They were inseparable, honestly. Wherever Luna was, Jasmine was right by her. And vise versa. They had sleepovers every weekend, called each other on the phone almost every night even if they had just seen each other that day, helped each other with outfits, homework, talked about boys. Luna finally had someone who understood what it was like to be different, her being Mexican as well. They had each other for everything. So it wasn’t a surprise when in the 8th grade, while sitting on the porch swing of Jasmine’s house -- Jasmine came out to Luna as gay. She liked girls, and had known for a long time. Luna was the first and only person she ever came out to.

Of course Luna accepted her for who she was, no matter what. They were best friends, and Luna would have accepted anybody who was different -- especially her best friend. Learning more about sexuality, had Luna thinking a lot about it. The idea started to play in her head that she could be with a girl, maybe. That if they were the right person, and she felt good with them -- she could date them. And that was true. She started to imagine herself with her closest girl friends, wondering what it would be like to kiss them, and date them. The one person she thought about that the most with, of course, was Jasmine. And as more time went on, she realized more that she did like guys, and was attracted to them. But if she got to know a girl well enough, she felt the same way she did for guys.

Soon enough, Luna found herself thinking about Jasmine as more than a friend. And that soon turned into a confusing crush that until the tenth grade, had her completely confused about it. During a sleepover one night, Luna confided in Jasmine about how she was feeling. About her sexuality. And she also confessed that she was sure she had feelings for her. She was relieved that Jasmine actually felt the same way. They started secretly dating, since to everyone else they were still in the closet.

It was easy to get away with, seeing as they were best friends and had been long before this ever happened. They were happy, and they were in love. And it was easy for them, as it got closer to them graduating school to plan a future together. To go off to college together, get married, have kids. It was something they wanted badly. But it never happened. The summer after they graduated high school, they had gone to a party to celebrate their new freedom. They had both been drinking, and somewhere along the way -- a fight happened. Luna to this day doesn’t really know what it was about, not fully. All she remembers was talking to a classmate and Jasmine getting jealous, and Luna getting defensive and saying she didn’t need to be because she loved her.

It had drawn enough attention that Jasmine panicked and left, saying she was fine to drive even though she clearly wasn’t. Jasmine was supposed to be the level headed one, so Luna let her go -- which she still regrets. Luna got a ride home, and was hoping that she’d get a call from her girlfriend once she got back. She was too caught up in her head, upset, that she didn’t even think twice as she saw the ambulances and police racing down the road. But as she drove up her driveway to her parents waiting for her, she knew something was wrong. And her world came crumbling down around her. Jasmine ran a red light, causing an accident -- the person in the other car somehow survived, but Jasmine, didn’t.

Between what happened at the party, and Jasmine dying, it forced Luna out of the closet she was so comfortable living in. Most were okay with it, they lived in Las Vegas for crying out loud. But also some weren’t, like her parents. They never outright said anything, because they did love her and how do you tell your daughter you’re ashamed of them when they just lost the person they loved? But they did quietly disagree -- which sometimes, Luna thought was worse.

It took a little while for Luna to get back into the swing of dating, Jasmine had been her first relationship and it had been secret. And it had obviously ended horribly. But since then she has dated and seen a good amount of people, but nothing has really ever lasted. She either goes for people who only end up hurting her -- or she ends up hurting them. It was easy with Jasmine, with others it’s not. And Luna isn’t a perfect person, she knows that. And can own up to the fact she doesn’t think she could be in a serious relationship because she’ll end up fucking it up if they don’t first.

Luna took a much needed year off before college, needing the time to mourn and also to save up for college. She wanted to become a lawyer, and she knew it would be expensive with her parents not having the money to send her to college. So Luna started to work at a local diner, saving up every penny she had. It was a struggle, but thankfully her coworker showed her something that changed her life in the best of ways. Something that would make her a lot of money, and fast. It was an adult website where Luna could video chat with a chat room, and they’d pay her for literally anything she did. Laughing, talking, singing, and of course more sexual things that Luna was desperate enough to do.

She was making enough to go to the school she was accepted into -- Boston University, and still did her cam thing on the side as she worked at Urban Outfitters, and now just recently graduated from there, she’s now on her way to Harvard law to finish up her schooling. She still continues to work at Urban Outfitters, and definitely still does her web page. But that, is something she doesn’t tell people -- and she’s never once showed her face. No matter how much they offer.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE.

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST STRENGTH? HOW DOES IT COME IN HANDY?

I’m hardworking. It takes me a lot to give up on something, and it definitely comes in handy with my education. And wanting to make something out of myself.

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST WEAKNESS? HOW DOES IT AFFECT YOUR DAY-TO-DAY LIFE?

My attitude, probably? I piss people off constantly because I don’t know how to keep my mouth shut and I always say what’s on my mind. I’m blunt, and I don’t hide that.

WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TEN YEARS?

Lawyer with her own kickass firm, providing justice left and right. 

WHAT BROUGHT YOU TO KING’S TERRACE?

College, and I thought I would probably move -- but I got accepted into Harvard, so I guess I’m here for a little longer. Which isn’t terrible, it’s a nice place. Cool people.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND TELL YOUR YOUNGER SELF SOMETHING, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

I guess a few years ago is considered younger right? -- It wasn’t your fault. Cry, let it out. Move on. You’ll be okay. She’d want you to be okay.