#middle images are so ooc but i wanted to draw her silly

[kingatrice]

Finally posting my pyromancer

[keiyoomi]

❝ paalam❞

☾pairing: akaashi keiji x reader;

☾genre: angst

☾word count: 1,458 words

☾warning: cheating. akaashi is ooc.

☾note: i will probably rewrite this in the future. like my other works, this is unedited. will edit soon, but not this month. i think. i run out of ideas, tbh. also, i can’t write this in peace. sksksksksksksksksks. ah! if there’s anyone interested to beta read my future works, please step forward. T^T

☾currently playing on repeat: paalam by moira dela torre ft. ben&ben

“We’ll live in a house with a front yard and a backyard,” Akaashi whispered as he two slowly dance in your living room. He brought your hand to his lips before placing his hand behind your back. “Maybe we’ll have two or three kids who’ll be spoiled by his godparents. Especially Bokuto-san,” he added making you smile against his chest. “Everything will be perfect,” he whispered before kissing your temple.

You slammed your phone on the top of your wooden center table after reading the message he sent. ‘Why now? Of all times, why now when I’m finally healing from all the pain he had caused?’ Tears streamed down your cheeks as memories flooded your mind.

“Keiji.” Akaashi glanced at your direction before pulling you closer to him. “I hope we could stay like this forever,” you mumbled while drawing lazy circles against his arms. “I feel better whenever you’re around. You always know what to do and how to solve any obstacle presented to you.”

You looked up at Akaashi before kissing his jaw making him chuckle. “I am hoping for the same thing too. I hope that you’ll always be the first person I get to see the when I wake up.” He smiled at you before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. “And the only person I’ll be kissing every single day,” he says after kissing your temple thrice.

You made your way towards your fridge, taking out three cans of beers and your leftover pizza, before heading towards your room. However, seeing the corridor of your apartment alone made you stop. It reminded you of the worst night of your life.

You were waiting for him to arrive, to tell him about your plans. For your shared future. You were patiently waiting near the door while glancing at your phone from time to time. You sent him multiple message, asking where he is and if he’s coming home anytime soon. You even asked his friends about his whereabouts, but none of them knew where he was.

Or maybe they do. They just don’t want to tell you where he is.

Still, you waited for him to return. Not minding the fact that you’ve been skipping your classes just to see him again. But a week later, not even his shadow visited your shared apartment. Hell, he didn’t even return to take any of his things.

The next thing you knew, your world is already crumbling into tiny bits. Crushing every hopes and dreams you’ve shared with him.

Bitter tears streamed down your face as you walk towards your room. You didn’t even bother to switch on the lights before locking the door behind you. You just. . . want to forget everything about him. You just want to let go of the pain. To move on.

You wanted to see him again. You wanted to know how he’s doing after he left. If he’s doing better without you in his life. You open one of the beers and drowned yourself in alcohol, hoping that by the time you wake up, you’ll be able to escape this hellish nightmare.

But even in your dreams, he’s there.

He was wearing one of his favorite outfit that night. The night when he first went out without giving you any heads up. Akaashi arrived at your shared apartment drunk with someone from his department. They almost fell when the two of them tried to fit at the door. You would’ve laugh if you see one of his friends. You would’ve laugh with their silliness. If only. . . if only he didn’t kiss the woman in front of you.

“Who was that?” you asked while tapping his tinted cheeks. Tears stained your cheeks as soon as the woman left your apartment. “Hey, answer me, Keiji. Who was that? Why did she kiss you?” You were wiping your tears with your free hand as your left arm supports his weight. “Kei, please. Answer me,” you begged as the two of you were at your apartment’s corridor.

“Her? She’s no one important,” he responded before pushing you away from him. He made his way towards his room with wobbly legs.

You bit your lower lip before holding his arm. “Kei, do we have a problem?” you asked, your hands becoming colder every passing second. “Am I not enough?”

“I want to sleep,” he replied, unclasping your hand from his arm. “See you tomorrow.”

The following day, it was as if he forgot everything he did last night. Until it happened again and again. Until you’ve had enough of his bullshit.

“Why? Why are you doing this to me?” you asked as soon as he entered your shared apartment. With the same woman. Worst part? He smelled just like her. “Did I do anything that offended you? Did I do something wrong?”

“I’m tired!”

You scoffed. “And do you think I’m not? Huh?” you asked before pulling his arm. “Stop running away from me, Akaashi. We’ll discuss this right here, right now! I’ve had enough of your bullshit, Akaashi!”

“Fine!” he screamed. “Yes, I am fucking her and I enjoy fucking her!”

You let his arm go, as if you held a hot metal rod with your bare hands.

Your lips parted as you tried to breathe in. You couldn’t believe that you actually heard those words from him. You couldn’t believe that he changed this much. “Why? Why? Why?” you screamed while hitting his chest. “I’ve been loving you with all my heart for years! I gave you my everything! But you just—”

“—because you’re always busy! Always out with God knows who!” he screamed back, eyes filled with rage.

Your slapped his face with your shaky hands. “Fuck you and your stupid excuse!” You poked his chest. Your body was shaking with rage. “You know the reason why I’m always away. You know why. . .” Your fell on your knees while blubbering. “All this time. . .all this time. . .”

You woke up in the middle of the night and the first thing you did was respond to his message.

THE FOLLOWING DAY, you didn’t bother to wear anything fancy. You put on your black shirt and pants before heading to the meeting place you chose. It was easy to spot him from the small crowd. You sat on the empty spot beside him, your eyes glued to the children playing few meters away from you.

“What do you want?” you asked before he could even say a word. “Let’s cut to the chase, Akaashi.”

“I’m sorry.” You scoffed before looking away from the children, hoping to hide your emotion from him. “For all the pain that I’ve caused you. For all the lies that I’ve told you.”

You immediately turn your head towards him as soon as you hear him sniff. “I-I’m sorry you got hurt. . . because of everything I said. I’m sorry that I got scared.”

You wanted to wrap your arms around him. You wanted to comfort him so bad, but the pain in your chest kept you from doing so. You covered you bit the back of your hand, your shoulders shake in silence as your tears stream down youe cheeks.

“I-I got scared. . . I was scared to. . . to lose you.” Then, you both look at each other. “I was scared to hold you back.” Akaashi hold your hand before placing it on his cheek. “Y-You’re willing to give up everything you’ve dreamed of just to be with me.”

“That’s not your decision to make, Akaashi.” You respond between your sobs. “I wanted to be with you. I wanted you to be there when I achieve those dreams.” You lowered your head before meeting his gaze. “I wanted to make you proud of my achievements.” You harshly brush the tears on your cheeks. “I wanted to keep my promise to you back then while achieving my dreams. That I would never let you go. . .”

Images of you and him while dancing around your apartment appeared in your mind.

“That we’ll be there for each other no matter what happens. . .”

“I’m sorry that I messed up.”

You shook your head while pulling your hand away from him. “T-That was all in the past. Our past that we could no longer undo.” You forced a smile. “Maybe we could finally move forward after this,” you added, before standing up. “T-Thank you. For this closure.” You took a deep breath before exhaling loudly. “T-Thank you for loving me, Akaashi, I hope you’ll find the person who can. . . understand you better. Someone who can. . . love you with all their heart.”

AKAASHI wanted to go after you. To tell you that you’re still the only person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. But guilt hold him back from chasing you. If only he didn’t crush your heart.

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[voidstilesplease]

Fandom/s: Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus

Pairing/s: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Rachel Elizabeth Dare/Percy Jackson

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: Alternate Universe - Mortal, Cheating, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Jealousy, Angst, Bad Decisions, OOC Characters, a significant amount of Taylor Swift references

Chapter 3

But the possibility that Piper knows about it didn't cross her mind. Percy had mentioned being back in town for a few days now, but Piper could not have known that, right? If Piper did, she would have told Annabeth right away because if anybody knows about Annabeth's broken heart pining after Percy all these years, it's Piper. She would've said something.

III.

And soon enough, you're best friends.

Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool.

/./

Annabeth jerks awake from disturbances originating in the general vicinity of her kitchen. In her half-asleep state, her usually sharp mind turns to a useless mush. So with what mentality she can grasp, she concludes that it's possibly just her cutlery deciding to worm their way out the drawer to skydive to the kitchen floor. Her dream-silly brain likes the image she conjures. After all, not everybody's cutlery would be as adventurous as hers if that should be the case.

Maybe they want to remind Annabeth that they still exist, and she can use them sometimes. Good point, she thinks, but between blueprints after blueprints shoved to her at work, she doesn't have the time to be guilty about using only one spoon for her morning mashed potatoes. Unless it can wash, wipe itself dry, and put itself back to the drawer, she's sticking to her one-spoon-morning routine, thank you very much - that's all she can spare the time to clean.

She squints one eye open and sighs in relief to find that her entire bedroom blanketed in the same comforting darkness that engulfed her to sleep the previous evening. Yesterday morning had been hell. The sun had glared at her accusingly like she had done something wrong by sleeping it through past her alarm after a murderous evening at work. Usually, Annabeth scares people away when she glares at them, so she tried to glare back at the sun, and if she didn't have a degree in architecture and a line of buildings credited to her name, she'd have doubted her own intellectual capacity. She had hauled her ass up from the bed and went about her routine like she'd swallowed an entire pack of Sour Patch in one go. That morning would have sucked completely if it weren't for Percy.

Percy. Who's back in town. For good.

Whom Annabeth is going to have dinner with this evening.

A smile automatically tugs at her lips. In her kitchen, something clatters again, and she sighs. She moves her head to peek up at the alarm clock on the table. It's only fifteen minutes past seven.

She groans.

Now she can hear the blender whirring to life and the unmistakable 'ding' of her toaster. Any sane person who is aware of not having a roommate should already be springing off their bed and grabbing the nearest weapon they can use to bonk the intruder's head.

But Annabeth is used to the intrusion - this is her life now. So, she calmly gets off the bed and folds her sheets. She opens the door to her room and walks the short distance to her kitchen. As the whirring continues, she remembers the first time she woke to the noises. Annabeth wishes she can say that she was calm then, but she wasn't.

She had jumped out of bed, heart drumming so fast in her chest, and took the only item she could find in her room that could bash anybody's brains out - a baseball bat. (She didn't like the sport. It was just a souvenir from a memorable day. Her heart belonged to swimming. Or, though it wasn't clear to her at the time, to a specific swimmer.) As stealthily as she could, she tiptoed on the cold floor to knock someone out who thought they could use her kitchen while robbing her blind.

As it turned out, she had almost bashed her friend Piper.

Piper, bless her, had been unfazed. Not even after seeing the raised baseball bat and Annabeth's wide, frantic eyes. Piper gave her an innocent smile and a chirpy good morning, then went back to chopping celery, ignoring Annabeth's confusion and gaping mouth.

Piper grins as soon as Annabeth appears in the kitchen. "Good morning, Annie!" she lowers the cup of coffee she's holding on the table in front of Annabeth, who immediately reaches for it.

"This smells amazing," Annabeth closes her eyes and inhales. It is why she loves having Piper around for breakfast. She doesn't remember when Piper decided to be her mother, but as long as it benefits Annabeth with cooked meals and non-Starbucks coffee, she's not complaining.

But she can't exactly complain about Starbucks coffee, though. Not when Starbucks brought Percy back to her life - sort of. She realized that if Piper had come yesterday, she'd have missed Percy. But the fates brought Piper to her apartment today so she could meet Percy yesterday. She smiles contentedly at her coffee.

Piper doesn't miss her dopey smile. She raises a brow, pouring the contents of the blender on a tall glass. "Is it that good?"

"No words," Annabeth answers with a silly grin.

Piper draws her eyebrows in suspicion, "Why do I feel like we're not talking about the coffee?"

Annabeth shrugs.

Piper narrows her eyes but lets it go. Knowing Annabeth, it's probably a work-related high. Piper sets her glass of smoothie on the table and sits beside her friend. "Hey, I remember," she says, taking her phone out and starts browsing. "Juniper asked me to show you these." Piper swipes image after image as Annabeth waits curiously. Finally, she passes the phone to Annabeth.

Annabeth takes it and promptly gasps. "Are these for the wedding?" She draws the phone closer to examine the picture. It's of a forest-painted canvas with a man and a woman in the center, holding each other's hands as they walk side-by-side in the middle of a flower-field surrounded by butterflies. Annabeth looks up to Piper for confirmation. When she nods, Annabeth shakes her head in amazement. "That is beautiful."

"I know!" Piper takes the phone from Annabeth, glancing at the picture again before putting it down on the table. "When Juniper sent the picture to me, my eyes goggled."

Annabeth chuckles, "Grover and Juniper commissioned the right artist."

Piper nods in agreement, "And they're even getting it for, like, half the usual price. I suddenly want to get married." She smiles dreamily, reaching for her smoothie.

Annabeth laughs. Jason and Piper have been together since they were in High School. To be fair, they are practically like a married couple - sharing an apartment, sharing bills, considering the possibility of sharing a dog. They've even met each other's parents and got one another's mother or father smitten with them. It's perfectly sensible if they decide to legalize it. With that in mind, Annabeth asks, "So why don't you?"

Piper stiffens, and she briefly averts her eyes before giving Annabeth a wan smile. "He hasn't asked me yet," she says softly, looking away from Annabeth, slurping half-heartedly at her vegetable smoothie.

Annabeth bites her lower lip, mentally reprimanding herself for her careless asking. She didn't mean to poke on touchy subjects. She didn't even know it was a touchy subject at all. "Well," she begins awkwardly. "I'm sure you'll get there anyway." Annabeth offers a smile, hoping to ease the sudden tension.

Piper shrugs, "I'm not in a hurry. Jason's it for me." she pauses, then adds with uncertainty, "I just hope I'm it for him."

Annabeth frowns at the statement. "Now that's ridiculous, Piper." She reaches to touch her friend's hand a bit forcefully. She looks her dead in the eyes and says in total assurance. "Jason's head over heels for you, okay, it's almost criminal that you think you're not it for him."

Piper lifts her eyes, a hint of smile ghosting in her pouting lips. "You think so?"

"You're an idiot for even doubting,"

That seems to alleviate Piper's insecurity, at least for the moment, because she smirks at Annabeth. "Yeah, I guess I'm an idiot. Of course, Jason can't get enough of me. I mean, come on."

Annabeth rolls her eyes. Piper's weird sometimes.

She happily slurps at her smoothie now, humming a chipper tune. She reaches for the plate of toasts and passes it to Annabeth along with a jar of strawberry jam. Annabeth just watches her with amusement.

They eat in silence for a moment before Annabeth hears a clearing of a throat. She looks up to see Piper looking at her intently. Of course, Piper didn't come into her apartment early in the morning just to accompany her to a lovely, peaceful breakfast.

"…Yes?" Annabeth prompts with resignation. If this is happening -and it is- because it's Piper's business now to harass Annabeth, she wants to get it over with sooner than later. She mentally prepares for the onslaught of Piper's usual intros. But, instead of saying "There's this spa that we should check out," or "Do you remember Mark Castillo from 10th grade? Did you see his Facebook status change to Single last night?" or "We should shop new underwears for you, Annie. What you have are boring me to death", she said:

"How's work?"

That certainly catches Annabeth off-guard. Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline.

At Annabeth's incredulous expression, Piper says defensively. "What?" she reaches for another toast. "Am I not allowed to ask about your work?"

"You're not interested in my work." Annabeth deadpans.

"I'm asking, aren't I?" Annabeth detects the unspoken 'duh'. "And I know a little about architecture, mind you. I just want to know how you're doing at work."

Annabeth hums unconvincingly, taking another sip of her coffee. She decides to ride along with it. "Well, for starters, I'm up to my neck busy. As always."

Piper nods for her to go on.

"We've contracted a new project for downtown."

Piper hums.

"It's nothing major, but the area is swarming with water pipes -many of which are old ones- so we have to be extra careful with the planning."

Piper nods, "But you aren't the only one working on it, right?"

"No. I have a team." Annabeth confirms.

"So," Piper stretches the 'o', studying the toast in her hand a little too casually. "That means that even if you weren't around, say you went out or something, a whole team is still gonna work on it?"

Annabeth narrows her eyes skeptically, "…I suppose. I'm not the project head." Annabeth answers slowly.

"So…" Piper looks away again, picking at the toast. "There's no reason to cancel Friday night, right?"

Annabeth purses her lips. She sets her cup on the saucer and folds her arms together, "I already said I would go."

Piper blushes crimson and gives up the innocent, interested-in-friend's-work scheme, "I just want to make sure!"

"I'm going, okay?" Annabeth huffs in mild exasperation. "And, if I ever go back on my promise, you have the permission to drag my ass over to the club."

"Deal," Piper quickly agrees. "Do we seal this oath with blood?"

Annabeth shakes her head as Piper starts laughing.

Piper is weird but a wonder. Annabeth is ever so thankful for having Piper as a friend. They have been friends since the 10th grade when the Cherokee girl transferred to Goode. They didn't particularly become friends instantaneously because she came around the school as Drew's half-sister.

Drew wasn't exactly Annabeth's favorite person on campus. She was a cheerleader who penned herself as the queen of Goode High, dated around, and clung to different guys when her grade couldn't even hang on to a C minus. And her face, always caked in make-up, always smiled condescendingly at everybody as if they were lesser beings. She made Annabeth want to punch something. Anything. Drew's annoying face would have been good enough.

When rumors scattered about Drew having a half-sister on campus, Annabeth was sure she'd be a clone of Drew, and Goode High was doomed. Frankly, their school had had enough mini-skirt, crop-top, belly-button girls who thought the ground they stepped on was sacred. Another one to add to them and Goode would have crumbled. After all, what else could they expect from somebody blood-related to Drew? Annabeth loathed her guts.

As it turned out, though, her half-sister hated Drew's guts just as much if not more. Literally.

She proved that during P.E. class in a volleyball game when she purposely spiked the ball straight towards Drew's midsection hard enough that Annabeth was surprised why Drew hadn't spewed her entire digestive system all over their gym court. Drew doubled over, wheezing in pain and yelling about how Piper tried to murder her. The teacher had to give Piper detention since the girl didn't deny the accusation and refused to apologize. When they took out Drew, who glowered at her sister the whole way out, Piper smirked at her unapologetically and waved her goodbye by flicking her fingers and blowing her a kiss.

Annabeth wanted to slow clap and pat her in the back for a job well done. She didn't need to anyway because the matching gleam in their eyes spoke enough for both of them. Piper and Annabeth became good friends, bonding over a mutual hatred of Drew. Then Piper started hanging out with Annabeth's group of friends, and the rest is history.

"You've got to be honest, though, Annie. You love it when I come by." She sips from her smoothie. "Because then, you won't have to eat packed mashed potatoes again."

"I love mashed potatoes," Annabeth says defensively, reaching for a toast and slathering it with strawberry jam.

"No, you don't." Piper also eats her toast with avocadoes. She gestures at Annabeth's food. "I hope you like strawberry jam."

"It's okay," Annabeth chews. It's decent enough, she thinks. Strawberry had been her favorite jam when she was younger, but that has changed now.

"I just thought maybe you should try a different flavor. All I ever see you have is blueberry. I figured maybe you miss your old favorite."

"I don't. Blueberry is everything to me."

Piper probably doesn't mean to sting Annabeth when she mutters, "Took you long enough to realize it, though."

But Annabeth is stung. And Piper is correct.

Blueberry is Percy's favorite. She had never appreciated it until Percy was gone from her life. She just one day found herself picking blueberry jam instead of strawberry at the grocery. Because, somehow, it made her feel closer to him. It was a futile act, but it was all she could cling to.

They ate in relative silence for a while before Annabeth remembers the conversation over the phone the previous day. It's time to question Piper about it. "Hey," she waits until Piper is looking at her. "You wanted to tell me something."

Piper's brows scrunch up.

"Yesterday," Annabeth clarifies. "Over the phone?"

Piper draws a blank.

Annabeth elaborates, "We were talking about Friday night, and I said yes to going, and then it's like you hesitated over something?"

Annabeth can tell when the realization hits. Piper's eyes widen a fraction. "Oh,"

Annabeth stares expectantly.

Piper looks down, breaking their eye contact, "It was nothing," she says with a small voice.

"You're lying."

Piper doesn't deny the accusation, but her eyes remain downcast.

"Piper, what are you keeping from me?" Annabeth asks, feeling that the playful air around them has been replaced by tension yet again. Piper bites her lower lip, only spurring Annabeth's curiosity. "Piper,"

"Annie, I'm sorry." Piper whispers. She raises her head to look at Annabeth with wide, desperate eyes.

"I can't accept your apology if I don't know what it is for," Annabeth's gaze doesn't leave Piper's. They look at each other - Annabeth urging and Piper trembling.

Finally, Piper sighs in defeat and quietly utters. "It's Percy."

Silence immediately follows Piper's statement. Because for the first time in many years, Piper openly mentions Percy's name in her presence.

Annabeth answers, trying to keep her voice level, "What about Percy?"

Piper gnaws at her lower lip, "I've wanted to tell you, but…"

"But?"

Like a dam breaking, Piper begins barraging. "I don't know if I should be the one to tell you this. I mean, yes, of course, I'm your best friend, but I'm his friend too. And after that-that," she wrings her hands. "I mean, he's been gone for so long, and maybe if I tell you, he's just going to disappear again. He never said anything about not telling you, but I - or, or maybe you're going to disappear this time and I - we can't have any of that, you know? Especially not now. So I decided to wait for the right time, but I don't know if there's ever a right time for anything, really-and, and,"

Piper is talking so fast that Annabeth struggles to catch up. "Piper, you're rambling."

"I know!" Piper whines in frustration. "And I hate to be turned into a blubbering fool, but I… but I want you to know that I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want either of you running away in different directions when the wedding's in a week!"

Annabeth grabs Piper's swinging arms. "Piper," she snaps to get her friend's attention and stop her from ranting anymore. "If you would just tell me-"

"He's in New York!"

It makes Annabeth pause. Well, she knows that. But the possibility that Piper knows about it didn't cross her mind. Percy had mentioned being back in town for a few days now, but Piper could not have known that, right? If Piper did, she would have told Annabeth right away because if anybody knows about Annabeth's broken heart pining after Percy all these years, it's Piper. She would've said something.

But Piper is in her kitchen with a guilt-stricken face. "How long have you known?"

Piper blinks, confused. "You don't sound surprised. Do you know he's back?"

Annabeth nods, "Only yesterday. We saw each other at Starbucks."

"Oh,"

"Piper, how long have you known that he's here?" Annabeth repeats her question, impatient to hear that Piper only actually found out the same day Annabeth did.

But Piper grimaces, hunching in her seat to make herself small. "Since he told Jason that he was coming home," she finally admits. She draws a shaky breath, hanging her head in guilt.

Something inside Annabeth collapses. She leans back in her seat in disbelief, "You all knew?"

Piper quickly shakes her head, "No, not all of us. Only Jason, Grover, and I." Annabeth almost sag in relief to know that she isn't the only one left in the dark about this. "None of us has seen Percy yet, though. He's been busy with the transfer of work location and settling in again. That's also why Friday night is important. He'd be there. For the first time in a long while, we'd be complete."

Annabeth is silent for a period, then nods weakly.

"Do you hate me?" Piper's voice hitches, and when Annabeth turns to her, her eyes are already brimming with tears.

She hates when Piper cries. God, it isn't even her fault that she knows. It isn't her fault that Percy told Jason and Grover, his best friends, and it isn't her fault that Jason told her. Annabeth knows Piper would rather not know. But now that she does, it's not her fault she wants to protect both Annabeth and Percy from each other. Not after what happened years ago between them.

Annabeth stands up and walks over to her friend, who is just about ready to explode. As soon as she opens her arms for Piper, her friend immediately melts into soft sobs. "I'm sorry, Annabeth. I didn't want to lie, but…" her voice catches again, and Annabeth rubs her back to soothe her. Piper must have felt bad about keeping the secret from her, knowing how important it is for Annabeth.

"I don't hate you, Piper. I can never hate you."

Piper sniffles, "I lied to you,"

"You kept a secret." Annabeth corrects. "That's hardly lying. And you did it for a good reason."

Piper pulls away from the hug to look at Annabeth, her eyes still misty from crying. "Thank you, Annie."

Despite herself, Annabeth smirks. "But you owe me a week of coffee and breakfast for this."

Piper laughs, and the heavy atmosphere around them dissipates completely.

/./ curt /./

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Orlik you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Dolores Umbridge!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

Dolores is such a tricky character to write -- but we thought that you really captured her sickly sweetness -- and the ambition she holds underneath it all. It makes her a fascinating character to see -- and we’re excited for your portrayal. Especially since we can already see the glimpses of the woman who was so cruel in the books and we know we’ll be really intrigued by how you develop her further in the roleplay!

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION Hello, My name is Orlik, I am 28 years old and my timezone is EST. I live in the US, resident of NYC.

ACTIVITY My work schedule is all over the place but I am always online be it at home on my laptop or on my phone. My activity level between 1- 10 would be a solid 8. And if I am really needed I always make the effort to come online and oblige.

TRIGGERS *removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

My best friend Brooke just applied here and once she was done she texted me and said “Girl there is this new HP RP i found, and i think you are gonna love it, go and apply now!” so here I am. lol

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

As Cliche as this sounds, Albus Dumbledore. I always get attached to the one with wisdom and pure goodness. Honestly he reminded me of my professor in college, How he always pushed me to do better and to find my strengths, I was basically the HP to his AD lol.

But besides the reminder of such a great professor, Dumbledore was the rock of hogwarts, he was the rock to the wizarding world, and it’s nice to see that a man with wide spread wisdom and knowledge has such power. And that makes me believe, as a mere mortal that I can have that kind of power just for helping others, spreading my wisdom, and just being good.

ANYTHING ELSE?

I am an actress in RL, and i love doing RPs because it helps me release and relax. So i am so excited that my friend texted me and let me know about Crimson Revolt.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Dolores ‘Lynda�� Umbridge

I added the Middle name Lynda (Linda-Original Spelling) because I wanted to add the sheep the wolve’s clothing in her name. I know in the books she already has the middle name Jane, which just means “A woman” and really does not have a significance to the name other than a gender. Dolores or Dolor in spanish means Pain, Hurt, Sorrow. In some spanish cultures the Virgin Mary is called Maria de los Dolores “Mary of sorrows”

Umbridge which i assume comes from the word Umbrage mean angry, annoyed, disgruntled or it can be archaic which is shade or shadow. So by adding the middle name Lynda (Linda) gives her name a little light. Linda means beatiful, Pretty, Soft, Tender. It casts light on her outer image, like her other names casts light on her inner image.

FACE CLAIM

Natalie Dormer is perfect!

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

Hem, hem.

Dolores is a character of extreme opposites all rolled up in one person. Sugary sweet on the outside, enough to make you sick and rot your teeth, and utter evil on the outside. Her name mirrors that perfectly as I’ve explained above. She is so grotesque in her evil and I think that will be so fun to explore. Who is she under it all? I hope to learn that through developing her character. I think, too, her aesthetic of pink and white china and fluffy kitties is just so hilarious! She is a character I think I will really love to portray and that the other players will love to hate her in rp. PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS Dolores is the perfect woman…at least in her eyes. She attempts to infiltrate this high society of pure bloods that she doesn’t exactly fit in. Her only true connection to the society she idolizes is her ignorance and hate of those she views as lesser and dirty. Cleanliness and purity surround her in all manners of her life, which is why she is such a hypocrite for she is not all love and innocence as she outwardly shows.

She is a hopeless flirt and loves all the handsome pure blood men. I imagine she is looking to snag herself one of them, married or no, which is just another example of how she does not fit the “ladylike” imagine of the women in the noble and ancient Houses.

I see her as latching on to one or more high ranking members of the Death Eaters and all but demanding affection or mentoring from them. CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER: -A MOODBOARD http://www.gomoodboard.com/boards/sTFO12b4/share IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE The following section should be looked at like a survey for your character. Answer them in character and feel free to use gifs. Or, if you’d rather, answer them in third person or OOC without gifs. Answers do not have to be extremely lengthy. ♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

Oh my it would certainly have to be a charm of course. Aren’t they all so terribly useful? I know I use many of them a day. There is the cleaning spell, so important you know! Scourgify is fine for your average little messes, but I find it just doesn’t do the job well enough for me. Even Tergeo is all well and good, but still. The filth lingers. Goodness me, I have gotten so off track. My spell would clean the filth of the world with a simple wave of one’s wand. All the nasty creatures- insects, amphibians, mud bloods- why they’d simply vanish in a puff of freshly scented smoke! Ahh, so lovely. ♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

Oh no, I’m so terribly sorry. I could not possibly venture into that forest. The mud and beasts rumored to be in there…horrible! I’d certainly have to find someone else up to the task. A lady does not do to wander in dark forests alone. Imagine I run into some horrid creature! Oh, I’d simply be so upset. I’d likely cast some terrible curses and completely obliterate the monster into teeny tiny little pieces. Such a mess! I imagine I’d simply fall into a laughing fit at the stress. Seeing the gore and the grime. The blood oozing from the severed limbs and the choking gasps as they draw their last painful breath and…hem, hem…I mean it would just be so very sad. Don’t you agree?

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

Decisions, dear? I suppose the ones involving myself and something unpleasant. I hate to over exert myself, you know. ♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

That I am not the very image of a perfect and elegant woman. From the tip of my finely coiffed head to the bottom of my neat little heels, I am the very picture of a lady. I can walk with several books upon my head, and I learned it all without the need of some silly nanny or governess like some women need. I do feel so sorry for them. Yet, I do wonder how it is those lesser women snatch up the finest men in their bitter little claws. I often imagine using my perfectly manicured nails to scratch their beady little eyes out. Let’s see those bachelors declare their love for them when they are wailing in agony without their precious eyes. Oh and I’d never want someone to say that I neglect all my sweet, precious little fur babies. My little darlings are simply the apples of their mommy’s eyes! WRITING SAMPLE The annual Ministry spring ball had arrived and with it came all the dazzling upper class in their finery. All were ready to mingle and sway gracefully to the tunes of the orchestra. The hall was enchanted to seem as though it was an Ancient Roman pleasure garden. All around were stationed men dressed as Roman militia and women as stunning courtesans. The wine flowed as a fountain over hundreds of glasses and when one was removed it was enchanted to immediately replace it so as not to all come crashing down. All around couples mingled and flirted in between dances.

The ladies and their groups of friends giggled in small groups around the dance floor as men approached. One by one those groups  grew smaller and smaller as young men slipped them off their feet and onto the crush of the dance floor. In the corner, alone, Dolores stood. She, with face painted with practiced skill, observed the crowd. To an untrained eye, she might appear the simpering wallflower that many a man wished to tempt. To a more precise one, she was nearly green with envy.

“What do they have that I do not!” She hissed under her breath, glaring in her way at a couple that shifted near her. With a glance at her, the couple swiftly merged back into the crowd. She tossed back another large swallow of win and slammed it down on the tray of a passing waiter. The man scrambled to even his tray so as to not drop the full try with an embarrassing clatter. “Merlin do you even see how that one is dressed? How was she even allowed in? She looks positively ill in yellow!” She grumbled to no one. She’d fought for months to be allowed to attend the ball, begging and bribing and finally threatening bodily harm for an invitation.

At the sound of footsteps behind her, Dolores turned, the silk of her bright pink silk rustling in her movement. Her bitterness was quickly replaced with a look of sweetness and merriment. Why, even her cheeks seemed flushed with pleasure, not rage! “Oh, goodness me! You very nearly trod upon me!” She offered, a gentle hand rising to her breast, slipping the top down slightly, so as to show off her assets. “Are you having the most wonderful time like I am?”