#owc rp

[wilmingtoncrp]

GWENDOLYN WADE is looking for her ADOPTIVE SIBLINGS (0/7). For more details and how to contact the player, read below.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Gwendolyn Wade

Type of Connection: Adoptive Siblings (0/7 in total) 

Connection Name: UTP (Last name Wade if not married)

Connection Age: 30-41 years old

Suggested FCs: Completely UTP (POC preferred for most) - some suggestions: logan lerman, kofi siriboe, lee dong wook, oliver jackson cohen, michael b. jordan, charles michael davis, zeeko zaki, manny jacinto, im jinah, dichen lachman, meaghan rath, zorzo natharuetai, taís araújo, dewanda wise, angela sarafyan, natasha liu bordizzo

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

As per Gwen’s bio: 

The Wades were one of Wilmington’s founding families who’s history consisted of settlers, war veterans, and played an overall role in the development of the port city. Fast forward to many centuries later, Alanna and Jeremy Wade continued to carry out the reputation through eight of their adoptive children. 

Jeremy Wade (NPC): RETIRED - Ex-Veteran and Founder of Silver Securities, a private military security firm specializing in personal protection, convoy security and tactical operations

Alanna Saunders-Wade (NPC): - RETIRED - Ex-Actress and Model 

For the Siblings Connection: 

The Wade siblings are considered the reigning elites to carry on their family’s legacy. 

They are involved with Silver Securities as either employees or investors, with the exception of Gwendolyn due to conflict of interest. So feel free to have this as one of your occupations or part of your bio if this helps with your muse development. 

They were raised in Wilmington, but their backstory after being adopted can be completely up to you. If you have any questions or want to run something by me, feel free to reach out to me on @kmadrigalsoto

MISC:

:((((( I have no time to make a pinterest/tag for them, but I will say that in terms of sibling dynamics: consider them like the Cullens from Twilight, the Hargreeves from the Umbrella Academy, the Mikaelsons from TVD/The Originals - despite being complicated and the drama, their legacy and high expectations, they protect and look out for one another

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[overwatchconvergencerp]

Is that a challenge? ;)  Y’all get to enjoy the eye burn I got when I had to use white mode while I was camping in the desert. Fun times. 

[salemroleplayhq]

WESTON NOVAK (Chace Crawford) is looking for his SIBLINGS (1/2) 

Suggested Character Name

Any names i'm not at all picky! They are biological siblings so would need the last name Novak.

Age Range

27-34

Suggested Faceclaims

Katie Stevens, Emma Watson, Zoey Deutch, Halston Sage, Haley Lou Richardson, UTP.

Chase Stokes, Oliver Stark, Adam DiMarco, UTP.

Anyone who could pass as his siblings. He's got a younger sister & younger brother.

Connection Details

I would assume that they are close. His sister is the middle child and she's definitely either between 31-34. They grew up closely and probably hung out a lot. I imagine her as someone who just sighs at his antics all the time and gives him a nice little slap on the head at times. I feel like she wouldn't be in the same area of business he is. I think she would pick a different profession. Although, i don't mind if she wants to be in the same line could be interesting.

As for his brother. I feel like he would be between 27-30. I imagine a chaotic younger brother. The one who really never got his life together or has it together but not in a good way. Just kind of doing whatever he wants. Not really caring where life takes him.

I'm not super picky at all. I would just love anything and everything that you would throw at me.

Contact Preferences?  

You don't need to contact Rachel, but if you want to you can. Either on tumblr or discord.

[renrael-wra]

The Negotiating Hearts

Ren sat there, frozen on the bed, listening for the bite of the whispers from the bathroom. Maybe she was typing? Or maybe just speaking so hushed he couldn't hear. Trisandrah had fled there to talk to someone. Talking to them now. After he'd just admitted he wanted more than her casual affection. He wanted to be something with her, not a coincidence, not a pleasant convenience. It was foolish. He'd known it was likely to end it all, but the not knowing was driving him crazy. He scrubbed a hand through his hair and swung his legs over the bed. His eyes found his clothes, tossed across the room in a heap. Well, he'd known this wasn't likely to go the way he wanted. Couldn't even say the word 'dating' around her without her getting hedgey and flighty. He'd thought she might go into a panic or maybe cold rage. Ren looked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening. She looked nervous. Not particularly happy. And thus began their negotiation. He would always think of it that way. It had felt oddly businesslike to hammer out rules and expectations of your lover. He wanted to be exclusive. She would need time to herself. No moving in together, agreed. And, and, and. The deal was sealed with a laughing kiss he stole from her lips. Fine. It was all fine.

@trisandrah

[andelynna]

October Writing Challenge Day 6:  Restless Thoughts

Ande took the stairs up from her small apartment on the Row. She entered the dark room and tossed her keys on the desk. She paused to light the lamp, taking a look over the dusty papers as she sipped her coffee. She ran her hands through her damp hair and sat down, kicking her feet up on the desk.

Her eyes settled on the rack of poisons.  It has been so long since she’s used any of them. Could she really complain?

 What could she do with more money?  What would Nolah do if she didn’t come home? How had it even gone from fun to raising two kids?

She’d considered it.  Not as much as she’d considered renovating Tip’s estate for Nolah and the kids.  Nolah didn’t even know about the estate.  Hell, she didn’t know about the apartment building.  That little bit was between Kordelaine and Ande.  Even though Kord had figured it out, she still slid the monthly rent collection under this door.  

Outside of a few forgery jobs, that’s the only reason Ande had come here lately.

That restless feeling had begun to creep back in. Finding a new way to handle it, that was the problem. Her comm buzzed and she lazily looked down at it.  Nolah. 

She hopped up and gulped down the last of her coffee. No time for restlessness today.

@raevan-muns-supercut for the Nolah and Kord mentions

[aerdendios]

October 16th Silence

Aerden sat on the stoop with his arms crossed over his chest and big pout on his face.  He really did have that look down to an art, he had plenty of practice over the years.  When he was younger, anytime he tried to stand up for himself or his beliefs it was ‘back talk’ and he would get backhanded across the face.  All of this from his ‘fake father’ of course; “Back talk deserves a backhand” as he would often say as if that somehow justified his actions.  It had happened so often that Aerden had become conditioned to always remain silent out of fear.  It had improved since he moved out and joined the military, but old habits die hard.

Pollux stared at him, waiting for him to say something.  Anything.  They had been having a difficult and heated conversation regarding his mother and it was obvious the topic upset him.  With a sigh Pollux relented, awkwardly clapping a hand to Aerden’s shoulder a few times.  The whole father-son vibe had not quite settled between the two just yet.  

“You know Aerden, I heard this quote once from my mom that I think you need to hear as well.  Staying silent is like a slow growing cancer to the soul and a trait of a true coward.”  At that word Aerden shot him a sharp look.  “There’s nothing intelligent about not standing up for yourself.  You may not win every battle but at least everyone will know what you stood for, -you-.”

“Hey! I’m not a coward!”  Aerden immediately protested in a huff, but he knew Pollux was right.  He didn’t have to worry about being hit just for speaking his mind any longer, not in the company he now kept.

“See!  There you go, progress already!”  Pollux grinned down at his son. It felt like a good father-son moment.

Aerden flashed the exact same grin in return up to his father.  “Thanks ...Pollux.”  There was a moment of hesitation where he almost filled the empty space with ‘dad’, but it refused to roll off his tongue.  Not yet.  It was these little bonding moments that the two needed most, unfortunately with their military schedules it was difficult to find time to cross paths.   Eventually they would get there.  For now they both took solace in knowing that this whole situation was just as awkward for father as it was for son. 

@polluxhale

@turning-through-the-never@kharrisdawndancer@iestyn-crowe@belillinafireseeker / @lianellie-quinne@saltsparkle / @gloamingdawn @lylianwyatte@selysona-wra@darbiebot@andijelly @cupcakes-blood @twosidedsana@eliceynbirch@deadlypursuits@luminashdawnwing @raxwel-blythe / @amorthonblackwood@hmratking @thornbolts@brillraven@ wynter-b@lovingthewildlife@veleanthe @theconstructsworld@waroftwowolves @taliandrahflamesurge / @gam3rj3nn@embraelle @kjblynx@escapism-velocity@rayne-storm @stonestridernerd@centoridellanir@valarin-sunstorm @cyrolar-riverblade@sylrin-featherblade@altherei @trisandrah@riverblade @raevan-muns-supercut @safrona-shadowsun

[tiernen-morningwild]

October Writing Challenge: Lookalike

“Come again...?” The tavern crackled with salty sea laughter rolling around him, indifferent to this conversation as it was to any other. It rarely mattered how many ears twitched and turned in the comfortable inn; a respite from their troubles, like so much autumn chill, was much more interesting, by far. A safe place, set against the surf, it was. The tray in Tiernen’s hands was a source of pride for the young cook who bore it gracefully from the kitchen to the bustling dining space. That’s what he was now, an identifier he wore crisp and clean as a silk cravat. Well, maybe not silk, but a fine linen at the least... not too starchy, but nice enough to look neat. He wasn’t an animal. The Forsaken guest seemed almost mystified as he looked up from his table, fixed on the earnest look Tiernen wore more than his meal of plainstrider chili and fresh-baked cornbread. As much as a malformed man with sunken-ship eyes could be, Tiernen supposed. The central hearth radiated a welcome warmth at his back as he stood still beneath that watery gaze, politely avoiding the gaping hole affording a view into the man’s yellowed jaw. “I said you remind me of my Ezra- wisp of a boy, with a strong back.” The Forsaken gentleman’s bemused commentary was met with a chuckle from his companion, a mysterious little fellow cloaked beneath a dark hood at the opposite end of the table. Hands folded in sleek, leather gloves gave little away , though the stubbled, pink jaw peeking out beneath his cowl looked potentially elven. “Ah yes, I see a lot of him in you. Gentle soul, all refined with his manners. And look at these pretty hands,” he went on. At this, the Forsaken guest took a hold of Tiernen’s wrist, almost reverent in the way he lifted it in the firelight. Tiernen, for his part, fought to keep from speaking, lest some rodent’s squeak escape him in lieu of actual words. Glancing towards this hidden figure, Tiernen offered a note of soft laughter of his own, dripping decorum as he nudged the tray closer to the Forsaken. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little disturbed, up close where he could make out the decayed ridges of the Forsaken’s lips. As much as he was accustomed to people from all walks of life, especially in Tol Barad with its refugees and roving band of Illidari guards... it was something else entirely to find himself single-handed in his fight for composure. You just couldn’t know, now. Not after the events outside Orgrimmar... everyone knew that. In the end, Tiernen smiled. He could ultimately smile through anything if he put his mind to it. Was this another trait he shared with this ‘Ezra’, he wondered? “That’s very kind of you to say, Sir. Perhaps... Ezra here might grace us with his face for a true comparison?” He was relieved when his question was met with freedom, his wrist cold where bony fingers had held it. It drew immediately into his side, eventually clasped in his own grasp behind his back where the hearth could reach. Relief shriveled up and died the moment the Forsaken and his friend burst out laughing, a sound that naturally chose to ring out during a rare gap in the tavern’s din. Chairs squeaked and scraped in protest as others awkwardly forsook seaside respite for a bit of dirt. “Oh, did you think I was Ezra?” the hooded figure spoke in accented Common, drawing the last of Tiernen’s breath from him in a single, impotent exhale. “Not even close,” his Forsaken guest added, a downright skeletal finger jutting out across the table in agreement. “Oh, I’m sorry... I just thought-” Tiernen took a step back, entirely bent on allowing them their space for dinner, of course. It was only his job, after all, and- gods be good, this was excruciating in so many ways. Until the Forsaken went on, cutting through his companion’s tittering and the subtle undercurrent of amusement in the lack of silverware sliding across ceramic. “Yeah, Ezra’s good and dead! Had a bad encounter with the business end of one of them Dwarvish boom sticks at Lordaeron. His pieces are probably in pieces by now- haha!”

Tiernen tried not to scrunch, not to allow the sharp line of his nose to wrinkle with the downward turn threatening at the corners of his mouth. His airless laughter seemed appropriate enough, though he was careful not to let it go on too long. The last thing he needed was for someone to read something in it beyond the awkward response of someone decidedly not Ezra. You just can’t know for sure. Even the Void knew that. “Let... me know if you need anything else then, yes?” he finally managed, his bow just a fraction too quick and his smile just a fraction too tight before he was off, scurrying to the relative sanctuary of the kitchen. _____ @kharrisdawndancer, @turning-through-the-never @heartoftheravenwra

[lightscameramagicrp]

Jenny Scarrow (Kat Barrell FC) is looking for an Ex-Girlfriend. Please contact Jenny here if you’re interested in filling out this connection. This connection is [ OPEN | closed ]

CHARACTER NAME: Up to Player

WANTED/SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: UTP, but some suggestions are- Caity Lotz, Emily Bett Rickards, Camila Luddington etc.

SPECIES: Up to player. 

AGE RANGE: Up to Player 

CONNECTION TO CHARACTER: An ex- girlfriend possible to get together again? They split on amicable terms. 

BACKGROUND Info: she and Jenny we’re together for sometime, when they were much younger. Once Jennifer found out the truth about her family both biological and adopted, she left. And she left her then girlfriend, with the explanation that she could do so much better than Jennifer. She didn’t know who she was anymore. And didn’t want to hurt her like she’d been hurt. 

CONTACT BEFORE APPLYING: Yes please?

[turning-through-the-never]

OWC Friends!

We’re about midway through this CRAZY month! 

I know it’s difficult to keep up writing every day especially with how many events a lot of us have going on in-game or IRL on top of that.  I just wanted to take a moment to say you are ALL amazing and I am SO proud of everyone participating!  

Doesn’t matter if you’re behind, doesn’t matter if you’ve written only one story, doesn’t matter if you’ve not done the optional challenges.  Go at your own pace, if you get frustrated take a little break and come back to it!  You got this!  I have seen some AMAZING writing this month and I’m so glad there’s still half a month remaining!

I don’t know about you all but this has made me want to get out and RP more, it’s sparked something in me that had been fizzling over the past year or so.  I hope it’s been able to do the same for some of you as well.

Keep up the great work everyone! If you need some encouragement or need someone to bounce ideas off of, never be afraid to reach out to me here on tumblr or on Discord at Marvolo#8114

TO THOSE OF YOU NOT A PART OF THIS, JOIN US!

Doesn’t matter you didn’t start at the top of the month, feel free to slide on it and lemme know so I can add you to our list!

@turning-through-the-never@kharrisdawndancer@iestyn-crowe@belillinafireseeker / @lianellie-quinne@saltsparkle / @gloamingdawn @lylianwyatte@selysona-wra@darbiebot@andijelly @cupcakes-blood @twosidedsana@eliceynbirch@deadlypursuits@luminashdawnwing @raxwel-blythe / @amorthonblackwood@hmratking @thornbolts@brillraven@ wynter-b@lovingthewildlife@veleanthe @theconstructsworld@waroftwowolves @taliandrahflamesurge / @gam3rj3nn@embraelle @kjblynx@escapism-velocity@rayne-storm @stonestridernerd@centoridellanir@valarin-sunstorm @cyrolar-riverblade@sylrin-featherblade@altherei @trisandrah@riverblade @raevan-muns-supercut @safrona-shadowsun

[memswrites]

2017 Fic Writing Round-Up

AO3 Total Word Count: 23,955 Overall Word Count: -kept poor track of that this year-

Word Count By Fandom: 

Bungou Stray Dogs: 17,773

91 Days: 2,040

Yuri! On Ice: 1,798

Boku no Hero Academia: 1,221

Alien/Prometheus: 1,123

Fics Posted 

Finished One Shots & Drabbles: 50

Posted on AO3

Posted on RP blog

Posted on memswrites

WIP Fics: 1

AO3 - Sugar & Spice | Bungou Stray Dogs | Fitzsushi

Fics Unseen

WIP Fics: 6

Fandom Events Written For: 

Soukoku Week

Port Mafia Week

Otayuri AU Zine

OWC Gift Exchange

Voltron AU Zine

Q&A

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought this year, less, or about what you predicted in January? 

I hadn’t actually planned on writing any fic in January tbh but here we are-

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? 

Bungou Stray Dogs; Fitzsushi. I also wrote a different brand of dark than I’m used to when working on Necron, so there’s that. 

What’s your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest? 

Probably Reverence, because it’s a concept I’ve never written before and I got to play around with a character that I’ve never written before. 

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? 

I don’t know if it’s so much as risks, but I played around with style and trying to use different types of those literary devices they tried to teach you about in school. I learned that I work surprisingly well with present tense... As well as that I actually have the skill to write longer pieces if I choose to do that in the future. 

Your best story this year. 

Uhm. Frick. I’m gonna go with Nostalgie. I really loved the concept around it and it’s just. Pretty. 

Your most popular fic of the year. 

Noise Maker. Which was a god damn shocker, let me tell you. 

Story that’s most under appreciated. 

I don’t really think any of my fics are under appreciated; I love the feedback I’ve gotten this year. That being said, I guess the stuff written for rare pairs has gotten less traction, but they’re rare pairs, so. XD

Most fun story to write.

Paint Drops, easily. I die every time for domestic SKK. 

Story with the single sexiest moment. 

Roulette, but that’s because I’m garbage and have a thing for gun play in fics. 

Most “Holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story. 

...Necron. 

Story that shifted your own perceptions of the characters. 

Mmm. I want to say any of the drabbles that I wrote for my Akutagawa blog, mainly because it forced me to seriously consider and think about his motivations and his perceptions of the world.

Hardest story to write. 

Roulette. I kept having issues trying to stay in character while also getting what I wanted out of the fic itself. I think it turned out pretty bangin’ in the end though. 

Biggest disappointment. 

In general I feel that some (a lot) of my drabble endings feel rushed/incomplete. It’s something I’d like to change in 2018 and improve on.

Biggest surprise. 

Noise Maker’s reception in the BNHA fandom. Hooooboiii.

Most unintentionally telling story. 

Probably Nostalgie. Or Aftercare. I think both of those pieces in particular highlighted a lot of things that I hadn’t intentionally gone in to do but I liked the results nonetheless. 

Favorite opening line(s:) 

Their red string of fate was less a string, and more a blood-soaked cloth that bound them tight to one another. -Metem Psychosia

They call him the Mafia’s Dog. Rabid. Wild. An attack beast with a scent for blood. -III

Favorite closing line(s:) 

He’d never shared a bed before. He wouldn’t be doing it again. But he’d do it for the moment. -Ephemeros

What was this woman, he wondered, to look like that and look at him – and smell like comfort instead of rot? -Sakura

Favorite five lines from anywhere. 

Avilio makes a point of withdrawing the gun, slow, letting his lips cling to the metal like he’s sad to let it go, like he wants it in his mouth and down his throat and choking out his life. Spit trails along the barrel, slick and shiny, leaving a bridge of it from those longing lips right down to the muzzle. Slight, almost not even there, the tip of his tongue flicks along the end of it, circled around where a bullet could have killed him, but didn’t. -Roulette

The ease of falling into that emotionless trap should have washed over him. Feeling off, pleasure on. Plenty of people did it; it wasn’t that hard. He should have been able to give into the ego-boost this fucker’s tone should have given him, but it sinks in deep like a knife through ribs that it’s not an ego boost he wants - especially not from someone who, as Chuuya looks down into those listless blue eyes, only covets him for the heat between his legs and little else. He can’t fucking do it. He’s always wanted more. -Easy

Master told him to end them all. To feast. A decadent banquet had been laid before his feet in the form of the weak and the damned, and at Master’s insistence he was to devour each like he was starved. Send them down the gullet of the void… Appease the once-contained monster that sang sweet carnage in his head. It had been held at bay through his control alone for so long… Yet his Master had freed It and stripped It of inhibition.More, It wanted. More, more, more – And Master told him to listen to It, so listen he did.Those black-spire buildings rang familiar somewhere between the hunger and the order, but it wasn’t enough to jar him from his Purpose. He was a tool… He was servile. A monster with a loosened chain that led right back to Death itself and Death was greedy in its pursuits. Life was little more than sustenance, after all. -Tumblr Drabble

The air was still, a calm death that settled thick within the walls of the warehouse, a claustrophobic fog that threatened to suffocate. In the center, sat a boy, with blood up to his ankles. His cloak was too big for him, swallowing his body in a trembling shroud, but it wasn’t the body itself that trembled. The fibers of the cloak vibrated, a rhythmic undulation of something trying to get back out - the beast within he’d tried so desperately to control, but some rabid dogs are too feral to contain. He could hear it, in the back of his mind. It was the ravenous snarl of that thing inside him, always hungry, always laying in wait to consume, wanting its chance to devour. Insatiable should have been its name, but it deigned to be called Rashomon from the moment he had discovered it, and from the moment he had given it name it’d tormented him with its presence. He couldn’t control it. He never had. He never would. -Tumblr Drabble

Chuuya pauses his bite, and looks over at Dazai. The bags that were there while he was sleeping still hang under his eyes, somehow more than they had before. Last time they had gone through with Corruption, it had been out of necessity, and it hadn’t left Chuuya looking so weary. What a waste of the ability, doing it for show, letting it drag out the way it had.Dazai can tell that Chuuya’s not particularly convinced by his assertion, though he supposes that’s fine; he’s not convinced that Mori took it to heart, either, and can see it in the shrug that Chuuya gives before he goes back to his soup.“You’re going to unravel those if you keep picking at them, you useless mummy.” -Aftercare

Top five scenes you’d have illustrated from anywhere. 

^everything up there tbhhh.

Fic writing goals for next year. 

Finish up all my WIPs.

Actually get through a multi chap fic you COWARD. 

HIT 100,000 WORD COUNT, NO BIGGIE-SMALLS. 

[wilmingtoncrp]

EDDIE POWERS is looking for his OLDER BROTHERS (0/2). For more details and how to contact the player, read below.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Eddie powers

Type of Connection: Familial 

Connection Name: Brothers (2)

Connection Age: 35+ (they're older brothers)

Suggested FCs: Travis Van Winkle, Adam demos, Max Thieriot, Chad Michael Murray.

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

Eddie changed his surname due to his nudes getting leaked in high school and so his brothers' surname would be carter!

Basically the more athletic, muscular, popular brothers. Protected eddie when they could but once the things with eddie were leaked, he moved across the country for college and never came back. 

If interested, contact @eddiexpowers

[ebaywines]

RP 100 pts! 2016 Scarecrow Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon wine, OWC CASE OF 3 http://dlvr.it/R2QxQx http://dlvr.it/R2QxQx

[overwatchconvergencerp]

I am reevaluating my position on it Hitoshi.  Yeah its gay.

[salemroleplayhq]

LACHLAN PETERS (Dylan O’Brien ) is looking for his CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND.

Suggested Character Name

Up to Player! 

Age Range

28-30

Suggested Faceclaims

Up to Player - all genders welcomed! 

Connection Details

This is super open-ended... Basically, they met at some point during their childhoods (between the ages of 6-13-ish, I imagine) and became fast friends. I like the idea of them being completely different from Lachlan. He grew up in a super conservative religious household, and I see this friend as an innocently bad influence who would, like, show him horror movies when he slept over and maybe had wild parents or an unwed mother or something. Basically, this person was someone who gave Lachlan his first taste of freedom, and his father never quite approved of it. 

Neither were particularly popular socially, but they weren’t really outcasts either. They were just kinda... there. Awkward and forgettable in that way so many teens are. But the summer before their senior year, Lachlan famously “saved” three people from a burning building and instantly became a town hero. I love the idea of that having caused a rift in their friendship - sort of a Harry Potter/Ron Weasley vibe where they get insecure about being left behind, only the two of them never ended up patching it up. Lachlan regrets a lot of things about becoming a town hero, especially because it was not deserved, but losing them was arguably the worst part. He knows he should have fought for them, and reconnecting now hurts. 

Contact Preferences?  

Feel free to contact Molly on the main, on Lachlan’s blog, or on discord at mollymowise#7209!

[sepatuindonesia]

Sepatu wanita OWC 189, sintetik,  merah,  36-40. Rp 156.450. https://www.sepatuindonesia.com/sepatu-wanita/id/22135.html?utm_source=tumblr&utm_medium=post