#if youd like to rp with someone else just let me know

[eyes-blazing]

Welcome|| @hcrctic

Felet blinked as he looked at the woman in front of him, trying hard to not bring anything to life.

"Oh, um...hi?" He flinched as a plate started to rattle, and he closed his eyes, forcing the connection away from it."How can I help you?"

[marshmallowprotection]

um hello?? 😳😳😳 i saw your tags on one of your earlier posts and i would love to rp with you playing lila sometime tbh kfjfnxcc if youd ever want to ofc!! i love writing for every alter of saeran (as u might have noticed) with someone else tbh ~ ❤️

Could you excuse me a moment? [Walks outside into the woods and let's out a Horor Movie Final Girl-lile shriek, before returning inside to sit down at my table with a cup of tea, as if I didn't just go do that.]

Ah, yes. RP. My favorite thing to do in the world and the very thing that inspired me to continue with my writing career to this very day. I have a circle that I consistently RP with but it's relatively quiet unless there's a wild idea running around to play with.

I've only ever been able to play Seven or Saeran for my friends. I tend to always take that role ya know? I like seeing others smile! But, it's just real fun to be able to use my MC for a change and to play around with different scenarios. I think that's the fun part. Being able to write out things and never know exactly where things may be going or where they may wind up.

I WILL RP WITH ANYONE THAT IS WILLING TO LISTEN TO ME BABBLE AND DOESN'T MIND UH, THE FACT THAT I TEND TO WRITE REALLY LONG RESPONSES. I just get very excited and talk a lot and

You know

Like I'm doing right now adhdkdnkdnskhrkrbdjd

[wwfinleyd]

hey hi guys im pj!! im about to just.. dump my love on you in the form of rose petals and mixed up words. uh i haven’t really been in a group in awhile, so please be gentle with me, but not finley, you can def give her a hard time tbh. uh, about me? im almost 24 and im pretty sure that makes me almost not a young adult and im scared. lets get into the fun stuff!

[ alissa violet . nineteen . cisfemale . she/her ] just saw FINLEY BALLIOL dragging their suitcase up the steps of CLEMONT . good luck living with HER , word around campus is that they’re OVERZEALOUS , RUTHLESS , EXPRESSIVE & SELF-CONFIDENT . makes sense they chose that house now , doesn’t it ? let’s hope this new living situation doesn’t affect their SOPHOMORE year of MUSICAL THEATER/PRE-LAW [ pj . 23 . he/him . mst ] 

so, here we go. this is finley. she’s pretty chill. she’s a 19 year old pre-law and musical theater major who grew up in los angeles her whole life. from a young age, fin had everything kind of just handed to her. her mother, hunter, was a savy business woman who had inherited her father’s fortune at a young age and only really made it grow. seamus, finley’s father, has never really been all that interested in making money, and why should he be? he was lucky enough to marry into money when he was pretty young. finley has two siblings, moore and owen.

 her mother is funneling money into her bank account because she’s in school right now, not that fin thinks that will ever end. with the lack of responsibility given to her, she really doesn’t understand accountability in most things she was on broadway as a child and that was the best time of her life. she had always known she had talent, but it was great for others to realize it as well! as soon as the show ended she knew she had to be back on the stage and she had been fighting to get back ever since.  

finley stands out in a crowd, not just because she is tall, either, finley is a mouthy girl who is usually right, but did she really have to say it like that? she cheers currently and used to be a gymnast but has given it up in order to have more time to focus on school. she can be pretty sardonic in her humor, not afraid to hurt other’s feelings, but is unafraid to lash out the moment someone makes a joke at her expense. she had a very fragile ego, no matter how big it is. she wears glasses occasionally, just for the drama. she is very into meditation and the idea of inner peace.

though she’s only 19, she can party pretty hard. one of the main reasons she is going to hollis is because her mother wanted to make sure she was close to home if she got into any trouble. she went through a rough patch junior and senior year where she was a hardcore party girl (connection possibility for any older students bc i feel like she would have def come to college parties)

though hella pushy in almost every way, fin feels a lot better when she doesn’t have to take charge of a situation she is very much at ease as being someone’s right hand woman, in real life that is. she doesn’t do very good with competition on the stage. she has a sharp tongue that she uses every time she gets the slightest bit intimidated. romance wise? this girl defines herself as homoflexible because while she’s not usually attracted to guys, she doesn’t want to cut herself from the possibility. though, she hasn’t really ever dated-dated anyone because she is pretty self-absorbed and when you love yourself that much, is there any room for anyone else?? though yes there is because internally she’s just this sweet bb who needs validation and someone to just tell her shes talented so she can stop yelling it at people herself lmao. she really needs some friends though, tbh. she can be a really ride or die when she likes you and/or you dont threaten her view of herself of her talent. 

here is her pinterest board if you need to know anything else?? uh also ask me. or like this and we can chat it up. my d*scord? why, thanks for asking, it’s  jenny humphrey was a villian#4200 so uh, hmu?? also i promise like.. im a pretty okay writer and decent rp-er (i've been doing it for almost a decade.. uh) but this was all done between the hours of 2-6, so i really hope its alright and you don't judge it too harshly okay, gb)(i would also like to say i wrote this before i knew about the event so its not ugloy on perpose. im not just trying to really commit, i just suck at formatting unless its like in a reply okay enoguh rambling oh my gosh, hi. obviously the plotting stuff is irrelevent right now and im hype to just write with you guys?? if youd still like to chat though just about thing like glee or gmw or like.. white collar and suits (or sims 4, hey hens)?? im here and on discord and i got less than three hours of sleep, so come at me please and thank you. this was longer than i meant it to be)

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Two can 8e as 8ad as one

Aranea threw her hands up in the air, absolutely livid. Meenah had really done it this time.

“I cannot 8elieve you! I had set everything up in my hive to cele8r8 the two sweep anniversary of our entrance into this wretched game, just to cheer every8ody up, and you had to go and ruin everything with a tantrum! What do you have to say for yourself?!?”

Meenah rolled her eyes, clearly still agitated. Her fork was still embedded in a nearby table which had held whatever stupid refreshments Aranea had prepared.

“cause your party makin sucks serks

seriously what kind of a fuckin setup was that

disgustin shit

shouldve just TOLD me bout this shit so i couldve catered for ya

in what glubbin world would you not even do that coddamn”

Aranea practically boiled over at Meenah’s flippant attitude, blushing blue at the princess’s total lack of care for anything. Something you have to be done.

She pointed an angry finger at Meenah. “If you don’t apologize to me and start cleaning up right now, I swear I’ll M8KE you shape up for good!”

Meenah snorted, before pulling out her 2x3dent from the table and twirling it with a flourish. She seemed to have no interest in doing anything else.

“holy mackrel windfang

are you threatenin me

shit mightve come along ok with you after all

but heres some helpful advice gillfrond

dont make threats ya cant back up”

“Oh, I can 8ack it just fine, alright. I gave you your chance, now you’re going to get an intimate understanding of how my way works!”

With that, Aranea drew upon all of her inner reserves, blood crackling with the energy she knew she’d need, then reached out with her mind to ensnare Meenah’s, pushing her will into the fuchsia-blood’s head, hoping to overwhelm her completely and force her to stand at attention.

The unfamiliar sensation of her mind being inflitrated overwhelemed Meenah. With a scream, she reeled back and clutched her head, trying to fight against the invading force.

“aranea

what the FUCK

how are you glubbing doin this

knock it OFF”

Aranea took a step forward, her teeth gleaming with a wicked grin. She pressed her fingers to her forehead to focus and apply more mental pressure to the reeling Meenah.

“Don’t worry a8out it, dearie. You’ll understand soon enough. Now stay STILL.”

“i

said

STOP”

She let out a frustrated, agonizing scream, before she finally began to succumb, as if the final push had worn her out. Soon enough, she grew still, her struggling coming to a rest, as her mind still attempted to break free and resist, to no avail.

Aranea breathed out a sigh of relief, although she made sure to maintain her control. That was a little tougher than she’d thought it would be, but hey, can’t argue with results.

She walked up to Meenah, who was standing at the ready, waiting for a command. Aranea giggled as she grabbed one of Meenah’s horns, and forced her head to bob up and down.

“Look at you! Never thought you’d 8e so quiet! Although I’m sure if I could hear whatever you’re thinking in there, it would 8e a different story. 8ut that will change soon enough.”

Indeed, if she could she’d likely hear Meenah’s irritation, anger, and even a twinge of fear. But for now, completely under Aranea’s control, she simply stared blankly out into space, doing nothing to resist Aranea’s motions. Her mind was completely Aranea’s to manipul8.

“Well, no time like the present to get to work, I suppose. Let’s start with something simple, shall we?”

Aranea took Meenah’s arms, the lanky, bony things they were, and held them out. Meenah, of course, did nothing to resist. Aranea’s hands glowed with an ethereal energy as they washed over Meenah’s arms, stroking them and pulling them, seemingly shaping them into different forms. Gradually, Meenah’s arms began to plump out, expanding suddenly in Aranea’s hands.

Unable to move, Meenah could only really watch as Aranea did… well, whatever it was she was doing to do. A wave of panic and renewed struggling accompanied the sudden shaping of her arms. She tried to pull away, to no real avail. A few grunts managed to escape her mouth as she attempted to protest. Her body, however, remained still, and like clay in Aranea’s hands.

Aranea bent down, rubbing her hands along Meenah’s legs, performing the same motions as she had on her arms. Just as before, Meenah’s skinny calves and thighs thickened outwards as Aranea caressed them, as well as lowering Meenah’s height ever so slightly. Aranea shook her head at the sound of the grunts.

“You must really want to tell me something! Well, if you insist, I suppose I can let you speak.”

Aranea wiggled her fingers, and her mental control over Meenah ebbed, but only slightly.

Indeed, once the mental control had let up, Meenah took full opportunity to speak.

“fuck you serket

what the glub are you even doing

HOW are you even doing it

whatebber this is knock it the fuck off”

Aranea clicked her tongue and shook a disapproving finger.

“Goodness, what a mouth you’ve got. You can say good8ye to that kind of language once I’m done with you.”

Taking the opportunity for a little fun, Aranea moved to cup Meenah’s tiny tits in her hands, groping them and squeezing them, with Meenah helpless before her.

“oh dont be so high an mighty

aint like youd never swear

stupid smug self-gratifyin- ugh”

She tried to shake her head, to no avail. The impulse to swear had been strangely suppressed. As if it weren’t refined. Beneath her. Not a way she had ever felt before, especially not when angry. But then, she found her anger ebbing ever so slightly, as well. Very odd.

“and stop groppin me”

“Yes, I pro8a8ly should. Work 8efore pleasure, as they say.”

With one final squeeze, Meenah’s boobs expanded as well, pushing tightly against her t-shirt, which wasn’t used to the stress. Aranea moved onto Meenah’s stomach, probing, pinching and pressing until it expanded outwards a bit, not entirely dissimilar to Aranea’s own.

“Tell me, Meenah. How does this all feel? I’ve never had a chance to ask someone as it happened.”

The significance of these changes and who they matched up to wasn’t entirely lost on Meenah. She sneered.

“oh my god dont tell me youve done this before. was it always into different spins on you or is your ego just joyridin today?”

She couldn’t help but feel something was off about her. Her mind, her tone, it didn’t feel like her. Yet it also felt… Strangely right.

Aranea giggled again as she walked around the still motionless Meenah, and placed both hands on her firm butt.

“You might 8e surprised how effective you can make the world work when you have people you know you can rely on. And who can I rely on most 8ut me?”

With a squeeze and a thorough rubdown, Meenah’s rear inflated outward as well. Aranea admired the view before giving what was effectively her own ass a slap.

“i mean, i GU——ESS. not like you’re not still insane though. not like this whole T)(ING isn’t still insane. not to mention you’re ruining my figure. liked it just the way it was.”

With a few grumbles, she subsequently fell silent. Well, at least she wasn’t too unattractive now, she thought. She had never noticed it before, but Aranea wasn’t half bad looking. Not that she’d admit it right now. And not that she’d admit that she took the tiniest hint of satisfaction from that ass slap. No sir.

Aranea gathered Meenah’s braids and pushed them into her pixie cut, and with another glow, merged them into a style exactly like her own.

All that remained was Meenah’s face. And her horns as well, but Aranea decided she’d keep those as they were, as a momento.

Cupping Meenah’s cheeks with her hands, Aranea gave her a wry smile.

“Does ‘Meenah’ have any last words before she 8egins her new life?”

Up her hair went into Aranea’s typical haircut. And well, Meenah found herself caring less and less. Even the terror she felt at that realization was lessening. Part of her was even eager to see this to completion.

“Oh, you know, something something huge jerk. I honestly can’t be bothered to get into a tizzy anymore.”

She blinked, a bit shocked at her own cadence.

“Uh, I mean… Oh, screw it. You know what I mean.”

Aranea chuckled. “Oh, I know what you mean only too well.”

With that, she kissed Meenah on the lips, infusing the last bit of change necessary to finish the transformation. By the time she drew away from the kiss, she saw her own face looking back at her.

Taking a step back, she admired her work. But for the horns and the clothes, Aranea was practically looking into a mirror. With a snap of her fingers, she promptly released her hold on the person in front of her.

Being released, 'Meenah’ stumbled about, getting used to movement again. She put a hand to her face and stroked it, getting a feel for the change in structure. Despite herself, however, she just… Couldn’t feel upset about it, really. If anything, it only seemed natural. Good, even. A small smile came to her new lips.

“There we are then. I suppose that’s Meenah taken care of. You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Aranea. As much as I took um8rage to this 8efore, this really is an improvement, I must say. And the retention of her horns? Very nice touch. Now perhaps I ought to look into a new wardro8e. Meenah’s ill-fitting gar8 won’t do at all.”

Aranea clasped her hands together with excitement.

“Oh, I knew you’d think it was a good idea eventually. And don’t fret over the clothes, I’ve got plenty more refined outfits for you to wear from now on. For now, though, we’d 8est clean up the horri8le mess that Meenah made. I’m sure 8etween the two of us we can get things 8ack in order in no time at all.”

“Oh, most certainly! I should apologize on her 8ehalf, though I suppose I’m not truly her anymore, am I? Speaking of which, we really DO need to figure out how to distinguish 8etween one another. Or perhaps not? We are two of a kind, after all.”

With a chuckle, they both began to work on cleaning things up. For the two Araneas, the future seemed to be bright.

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This was an RP between me and @certifiedfloweyapologist that i cleaned up a bit. not teo much tf into other people