#sunshine corazon rp

[startyourfuturerp]

would you accept sunshine corazon?

Hey, nons! Thank you so much for your interest in Sunshine!

However, having the character is a little bit of a touchy subject, since Jake Zyrus, who played Sunshine originally on the show, has come out as a trans male, which is amazing and I’m so happy that he can present his true self to the rest of the world.

The way I see it, we have maybe three options:

Play Sunshine Corazon with a different, Filipina actress who matches Sunshine’s…sunshineyness and the vibe of the character.

Play Sunshine Corazon with Jake Zyrus as the faceclaim, making Sunshine Corazon a trans male in character.

Don’t have Sunshine at all.

Personally, I’d love to see Sunshine in game, I just want to be extremely aware of the context we’re working with, especially in terms of race, ethnicity and gender. If you’re interested in playing Sunshine, please contact the main, because I would absolutely love to discuss what you had in mind!

[startyourfuturerp]

We have received ONE application for SUNSHINE CORAZON!

We have received TWO applications total!

[angelhummel]

what are you guys’ craziest ships that you still lowkey ship seriously, not just for a joke?? i think my most unconventional ones are Artie/Sunshine and Artie/Elliott... Marley and Sugar. Maybe Blaine and Jake but I don’t think it’s that outlandish lol

[gleerpconfessions]

Please stop white washing families that feature Mercedes, Jane, Mike and/or Tina through means of adoption and affairs in family roleplays. It's insulting that one can not find 1 or 2 faceclaims that matches the black and/or POC half of the coupling. There are plenty of resources and databases out there to match their ethnicity properly and those white faceclaims that are incredibly popular can be placed in more suiting families.

[gleerpconfessions]

I think one of the things I miss most about "old school" glee rping is the amount of variety you saw among the characters. I miss seeing Sugar Motta, Mike Chang, Jesse St. James, Harmony Pearce, Sunshine Corazon, Matt Rutherford, Rory Flanagan, or heck, even super minor characters like Giselle from Vocal Adrenaline. There was a chance to interact with everyone a few years ago.            

[roleplaytipsandadvice]

I have a question and I hope that in no way it's seen as insensitive as I'm genuinely not sure. Do you think that regarding Sunshine Corazon, should people be able to play her so long as they pick a different, ethnically correct fc or should the character be played as transgender like Jake Zyrus who is transgender and originally portrayed Sunshine?

I thought I answered this but apparently not. Anyway apologies for the delay.

I think you can play Sunshine Corazon as CIS, however out of respect for Jake Zyrus - you should use a different FC. There are many Filipino FC’s out there waiting to be played in roleplays who are underused and not Shay Mitchell.

[askthefuturegleeks]

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some open characters under the cut for fast reference:

Alistair

Artie Abrams

Unique Adams

Cooper Anderson  (older than Blaine)

Jean Baptiste

Rachel Berry

Tina Cohen-Chang

Sunshine Corazon

Adam Crawford

Sam Evans

Stacey Evans (younger than Sam)

Stevie Evans  (younger than Sam)

Rory Flanagan

Dani Harper

Joe Hart

Jane Hayward

Becky Jackson

Ryder Lynn

Madison McCarthy

Mason McCarthy

Roderick Meeks

Sugar Motta

Myron Muskovitz

Harmony Pearce

Suzy Pepper

Brittany Pierce

Unnamed younger Pierce sister

Jake Puckerman

Noah Puckerman

Matt Rutherford

Jesse St. James

Brody Weston

Kitty Wilde

Lauren Zizes

the other Warblers (Thad, Trent, Wes)

glee clubbers from Haverbrook School for the Deaf

Carmel glee clubbers

Jane Addams Academy glee clubbers

[pilawforhire-archived]

X (for Rosi of course! >:3)

X My muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. Theyhave blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet. [ meme ] @menagerie-rp

Mornings the skies were filled with glorious yellow hues. A mesmerizing beauty to behold, sunrise was his favorite time of the day. As a child, his mother always said, ‘The sun will rise tomorrow, and if you live to see it, be thankful for the brand new day it brings, and you try again.’ When in good spirits, she’d take both his hands and sing ‘You Are My Sunshine’ and tug him into a little dance, beaming while he scowled, and then she’d give his cheeks a playful pinch. At four, he hadn’t understood her words, but he understood them the mornings he awoke in a world without her, without them. The sunrise inspired hope when nothing else did.

But that day the sunrise was the colour of blood. It spilled out of the east and tinted the dark sky a deep, forbidding red. It was impossible to enjoy the sunrise that morning, his view restricted by the small window that opened to the brooding sea.

The room was otherwise gloomy. A pungent smell pervaded the air. It was one he breathed in frequently; the heady aroma of blood, typically drained from enemies, both intoxicated and calmed. He was an artist, and blood and bodies were his preferred mediums. Yet, this time, the smell chilled him to the core that he stepped towards the window for warmth. He made it only two steps before his foot caught something obstructing his path. Law stumbled, pitching forward. The soles of his boots skidded on a viscous puddle, emitting a squeak, as his arms shot out and imprinted bloody handprints on the wall. But Law’s eyes were fixed wide on the nine-foot-tall body collapsed – beaten – battered, bloodied, bruised at his feet.

Law clapped a shaky hand to his mouth, smearing red over parted lips.

It cannot be him.

Law crumpled as if blasted in both knees. His gut hardened, his composure on the brink of crumbling.

The builds were similar; the clothes were similar, though Corazon’s shirt was now stained and ripped. Blood-soaked packs of cigarettes were scattered around. There was the silver lighter, embossed with the Heart Pirate’s Jolly Roger, that Law had gifted him days ago, thrown to the side. And there was Corazon’s face – his features mangled beyond recognition; his blonde locks a wet and sticky and tangled mess dyed red.

Just like back then.

Bad things happened in threes.

Law’s hands worked on autopilot. A Room expanded from his palm and he performed a scan. Silence. Not the usual soothing silence of Corazon’s powers but silence disquieting, ringing shrill in his head. There was no heartbeat, no breath. There were no fresh bullet wounds, but – The Room shrank, flickered, and collapsed, barely activated for a minute.

Law scrabbled away. He bent double and retched, narrowly avoiding sullying Corazon’s shoes with vomit. Law heaved again. He drew deep, shuddering breaths and sank back to sit on his heels. Still the queasiness lingered. With a shiver, he drooped his head that felt about bursting, his pulse thrashing in his ears, mingling with a sharp ringing, and he pressed cold and clammy fists to the ground.

Law couldn’t move. His knuckles were bruised, his fingernails caked with blood. Whose blood?

He wanted to scream. No sound made it out his throat. Who did this? Who would do this?

Sweat trickled down his temples and he clutched his throbbing head in both hands, jabbed his nails hard and deep into his skull.

Wake up. Wake, dammit.

Everything would be fine when he woke. He knew it would. He would be in his room; he would be alone. He needed to wake. Find an exit. Deep breaths. Let it pass.

But nothing happened. The sun continued to rise. More light flooded into the room. Corazon remained unconscious.

Which was the nightmare? Had Corazon never returned? Had their recent encounters been figments of his overheated imagination owing to his perpetual, forlorn hope?

A mishmash of memories whirled hectically in Law’s mind. Corazon’s goofy grin. Corazon’s bullet-ridden torso. Corazon tucking him in at night. Corazon weeping. Corazon paying dearly for his unlucky mistake. Stuck in the treasure chest, his balled fists battering the wood—

Law jolted out of his daze at that image evoked.

Thirteen years old, he’d been helpless, weak; at twenty-six, he’d outgrown such vulnerability, hadn’t he?

Law scrambled back to Corazon’s side and took Corazon’s hand, gently at first, cradling, then squeezing Corazon’s fingers in a desperate grip.

He could do it. He had memorized the method; he understood it in theory. There was at least a fifty-fifty chance of success. Better than mourning Corazon all over again. He couldn’t do that. Especially not if he’d caused his death with his own hands. Had he? Gone berserk? Finally? What happened? Was Doflamingo right?

Focus.

Law reflected on the steps and activated his Room, only to pause, surprising himself with his own ugly hesitation.

There was only a fifty-fifty chance of success. He would have to give up everything. Could he leave Corazon with that soul-crushing, crippling guilt he was all-too-familiar with?

And then it struck him.

Law sighed and swore under his breath. How foolish. The Perennial Youth Operation required a live body. He didn’t have a live body.

Not again. He was too late.

Law splayed trembling fingers across Corazon’s chest, when he felt a slight but tangible pulse and he stiffened. Corazon stirred. Shallow pants emitted from his busted lips. Corazon cracked an eye half-open, and Law flinched.

Relief should have poured into him. Fear barreled into him instead.

“S…Sorry,” Law whispered tremulously, his voice on the verge of breaking. Tears framed his eyes and he sputtered a string of apologies in incoherent succession. Words were useless. What was done could not be undone. But he was sorry. He hoped Corazon could hear him.

Asking for forgiveness was selfish. Granted, other than the fact that his memories were disconcertingly hazy, and circumstances strongly hinted at his involvement in Corazon’s harm, there was always a possibility of his innocence this time round. Yet Law found it impossible to shake the guilt riddling his tattered heart. He couldn’t distinguish it from the guilt festering since over a decade ago for the hurt he’d caused Corazon. Besides, he’d seen this happen in others. He’d always feared it would happen to him; going berserk, his darker impulses rampant, madness unleashed.

Law swiftly retracted his hands, lest his touch inadvertently, inevitably inflicted more pain and suffering.

“…Keep hurting you, don’t I?” Law murmured, fighting the urge to flee. Part of him wished to plead, ‘Tell me I didn’t do this’; part of him didn’t want to hear the confirmation, didn’t want to face the anguished look in Corazon’s eyes.

He couldn’t have.

Corazon was stronger than he.

How could he exact revenge if he had been the one who hurt Corazon personally?

Who was next? Bepo?

He couldn’t have.

“The truth…” Law forced his eyes to meet Corazon’s.

“Did I…?”