#the pain is a happy bee keeper. obviously

[galionne-vibin]

Bouncing off of this actually, what kind of "normal" jobs would the MGS/R crew be able to hold down?

(They are not allowed to kill anyone and/or use violence. Unless it's part of the job-)

I love "Everyone is okay" Metal Gear Solid AUs with all my heart but they do run into one non-issue that I still find funny ; which is that I really don't believe most of these people can cook. Or keep their living space clean/organized.

Like look me in the eyes and tell me you think Eli Liquid Snake would willingly wash dishes or vacuum his appartment. You're telling me you would trust Fatman to make edible food? Or The Fury?? You really think fucking Raiden knows anything about picking an insurance policy?

[applegameisprollytaken]

Character datability master list:

(the au version) (link to be added)

Apples.exe: goofy goober, loyal, smart, needs therapy, and is trying to be a better person. Also taken, dating hyaline. (@the-jester-doc's character)

Prime: egotistical, strong, smart, and slightly sadistic. Also dweeb

Zweifel: extremely traumatized boyfaliure but also gamer boy. Don't take his ass to a circus

Avis: I mean he was literally born for one purpose and that was dating so... I mean probably would be good? (Him and the next can be found at @the-text-beekeeper )

Foux-bee: see previous but also add zero empathy, humanity, or understanding of the difference between pain and pleasure, and what little they do know is from... Like reader x yandere shit. (Edit: nevermind he was fuckin killed by @the-text-butcher )

Clone 007: will straight up kill you. Don't even bother. (LOOKING AT YOU @f4y3w00d5. You can't fuck the clone. He is ace.)

Fursona apples Felix: he is tall, he is traumatized, and he is malnourished. I mean if you like tough looking but soft... Just date tool. And no you cannot fuck him, he is also ace. (@ignisuada because... This is basically your boi at this point (the ace comment is not about you it's about furries as a whole))

Monster apples (@plushiemonstervoid): little baby boi. He is goop and kitty cat. They even purr.

Eivel (@the-forgotten-god-of-spite ): I mean spiteful blacksmith made of flame.

The hunter: nerdy librarian who CAN be a badass. Sometimes. If not near someone he likes.

The Lighthouse keeper: he is only called that due to his lighthouse tattoo, and... Well if you know BioShock lore you know why he would have that. Anyways onto what this list is actually about, he is loyal, protective, and doesn't need much of anything to be happy.

The angel: homophobic, transphobic, and religious. Also dating a trans masc serial killer so taken and a hypocrite. Also the angels everything is an analogy for something but I won't tell you

El Carnicero: said serial killer. Taken. Obviously.

Private "Apples": I mean if the comedic relief character in war movies is your type.

Cashew: Alien piloting a robot. I will not hear you out.

(I will keep updating this too. Just not much. Or often. Probably at most a few times a year. If I remember)

[libertasrpg]

We welcome Adam Flayman to the city. He’s 23 years old and is a assistant store manager. Adam is often mistaken for Rhenzy Feliz. He’s open.

→ Background Information

All Adam has ever wanted is an easy life. His parents had a rather turbulent marriage so he sought quiet and peace at every given opportunity to escape the noise of home. That didn’t mean that they weren’t loving though. On the odd days without an argument, the Flayman’s adored their little boy. Family day trips were phenomenal, with Adam being spoiled the entire time. Then at the end of the day Adam would immediately retire his room. This is how he’s been ever since. Even in University, he’d be happy to go and hang out for friends with a couple of hours but then would need just as many hours in his room to recover. Adam does like socialising, it just takes a lot out of him.

→ Relocation Explanation

Adam started working on the bee farms the moment he left school, and he was happy with that. He watched over time though as his friend became more and more unhappy with it. While Adam didn’t personally have an issue with the job, he knew that Barry wanted to move on to bigger and better thing. What he didn’t expect however was for Barry to want to leave town completely. Taking the way the neighbourhood was treating him into account though, it made sense. Eventually Adam realised that this, too, was perhaps his chance to start afresh so decided to move with Barry to Libertas.

→ Living Situation

They hadn’t previously lived together but Adam and Barry decided to get a place together when moving to Libertas. Inevitably it was going to be a bizarre clash of their own stuff but it’s not entirely awful. There’s an interesting variety of books on the shelves, from Adam’s biographies to Barry’s activism guides. Adam doesn’t mind it, but what he has put his foot down with is Barry plastering the walls with his placards from protests. He understands they’re important to Barry, but he has to draw the line there. Similarly, his own room is rather plain. There aren’t very many decorations or pictures to be honest. Adam just doesn’t see the point in things like color schemes or trinkets. A bedroom is just for sleeping in after all.

→ His Personality

Structure is incredibly important to Adam. Whether it’s a set of instructions set in place, or a the law. They help keep things simple, keep things safe. Rules and regulations are there for a reason. Adam never really bothers to even consider what might be outside the box. He’s often teased for being such a square. That doesn’t really bother him though. Adam can think of plenty to do within the rules. He’s incredibly clever and likes to cover as much ground as possible when thinking of solutions to issues. He’s always particularly keen to put his mind to use when solving the problems of friends. Though his set-in-stone ways sometimes make him seem cold, Adam is actually very friendly. He always makes a good first impression.

→ His Qualities

Intelligent, mature, courteous, friendly

Unimaginative, disciplinarian, close-minded

→ His Relationships

Barry Benson (Best friend & roommate): Adam and Barry have been friends since they were younger. They’ve seen each other through every up and down there could be. Had they met later in life, they may very well have not bonded. Thankfully they did meet as kids though and they’ve had each others backs since. They have changed over the years and are different people now to who they were back then, but Adam still supports Barry any way he can. After all, Adam knows Barry can change the world.

Vanessa Bloome (Frenemy): There is something about the situation with Vanessa and Barry that Adam just does not like. He’s ended up seeing the woman more and more now that she’s playing such a role in Barry’s life, and Adam isn’t really happy about it. He plays nice to her face for his friend’s sake obviously, but he can’t help but feel they’re just not meant to be. Vanessa was in a relationship with Ken when they first met after all!

Ken Summers (Enemy): There’s only so much you need to know about someone before you can tell that they’re just a cruel person. Adam hadn’t even met Ken before he knew that he didn’t like him. Vanessa and Ken’s relationship to the side, Adam just knows that Ken isn’t a good guy and that’s that. There’s a bad air about him that Adam just doesn’t trust.

→ Possible Connections

Simon Catbe (Acquaintance): As an assistant manager, one of Adam’s jobs is typically collecting the post for the manager. It’s a pretty underwhelming task as a whole but some of the mail team are pretty friendly so Adam doesn’t mind. Plus if he does happen to strike up a conversation with them, it means he can get out of doing office work.

Perrie Van Winkel (Acquaintance): Adam is a bit of a worrier and the slightest ache or pain in his joins, and he heads straight to the physio to make sure there isn’t anything seriously wrong. Thankfully she’s usually happy to humour him and rule out anything bad.

Winnie Sanders (Acquaintance): When Adam first moved to the city, he did briefly consider taking the easy option and becoming a bee keeper again. He had plenty of experience in the field after all. Adam did talk to one or two people about the job before deciding not to go through with it.

→ Faceclaim Change:

Allowed | Not allowed | POC must | Discuss with admin

Suggestions: TBA

Adam is based on Adam from Bee Movie.

[evacole]

Self Para || Present

Sat in a coffee shop, there was such a sad aura to the brunette. Even as she was trying to busy herself with completing this paper for class, you could tell just from one glance at her that she wasn’t happy; the light behind her eyes was dull, her posture slumped in the chair like she wished the ground would swallow her up. A part of her did wish she could just disappear. Coming home was something she had been looking forward to, and she thought that it might be good for her after Jason had ended things - she didn’t have to worry about accidentally seeing him. But there were so many things that reminded her of him. Walking past the cemetery reminded her of the very first time her and Jason met. Walking past one of the nicest restaurants she had ever been to reminded her of the day she had snuck out of Jeremy’s house to go and have dinner with him. Everywhere she looked, a reminder of Jason was there. It was a reminder of how, yet again, she had not been good enough.

Eva looked up from her laptop at the sound of the chair opposite dragging across the floor. She had expected it to be someone borrowing it, but was pleasantly surprised to see she had company. “Dax? What are you doing here?” Some of the sadness seemed to instantly melt away. He had been such a good friend to her. He was someone she loved dearly, and deserved only the best in life after what he had already gone through.

“I saw you were looking sad and figured you could use some company. I won’t pry if you’d rather I didn’t. But I’m a good secret keeper. And remember, my life is me listening to others. I like to think I’m good at listening.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t heard already, Dax...It’s...Jason.”

“He’s the reason why you’re sad?”

“We...we just broke up. After over a year he said we were done a-and that was it...”

His face fell, once again Eva reminding him of the heartache he had experienced, and no doubt still experienced after losing his lover. “Someone once told me that the people who hurt the most are the one’s who love the hardest. It kinda sucks but I think that’s a good thing. It’s a good thing that people can love…even if giving out that love means facing the scariest form of pain. Heartbreak. When people suffer a lost, so often other’s jump in to tell that it’ll all be okay in the future and time heals all wounds, but they never really tell you how to deal with the now. Like who cares if you won’t feel this way in ten months, you feel this way right this very second and it hurts. You have to do what your mind is telling you to do. If it’s telling you to curl up in bed and sob until you fall asleep, then do that. If it’s telling you to talk about it, the same thing, over and over again to anyone who will listen, then do that. If it’s telling you to throw an angry tantrum, scream, and pound your fists on the floor…then do it. Trust what you’re feeling, Ms. Cole. Don’t be ashamed to hold anything back. Holding back makes everything worse. Believe me. ”

His words were more than enough to cause her tears to fall thick and fast, tears that she had been trying so hard to hide, not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone. But at the end of the day, he was right. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought in those moments, it only mattered what she felt; Eva was going to be selfish and she was going to seize this time to cry and cry, for there were just so much sadness she needed to get out. “I was so in love with him.” She sobbed, taking a hold of his hand as he extended it to her, desperate for the feeling of comfort, for the feeling of not being alone. 

Daxton stood up from his chair and moved next to Eva, gently pulling her up and hugging her comfortingly. People in the coffee shop were starting to stare at the crying girl so he put himself in front of their wandering eyes to block Eva from their view. She was going through enough without having to worry about people judging her. “When one person chooses to give up, sometimes there’s nothing to do but let them go. Holding on…holding on will only make that hurt worse.”

She buried her head into his chest as she cried, completely unaware of the looks they were getting, focused solely on trying to get the pain out of her, from crying until it was all gone. “I have to let go.” She whispered, knowing in her heart that was the only way she was going to be okay, the only way that she could properly get rid of most of the sadness. “But I don’t know how.”

Dax hesitated for a moment, thinking it through. “Do you want to come outside with me? It’ll be more quiet than in here.”

She nodded, now being brought to the attention of those around her who were obviously coming up with ideas as to why on Earth the girl had got worked up in such a state. “O-okay.” Picking up her coffee, she let him lead her outside. They settled down on the sidewalk, and the moment they did a small smile tugged her lips. “Look,” She spoke softly, pointing to a gorgeous white flower that they had both seen before.

“Someone covered its home with pavement but it still found a way to find the sun. It could become a beautiful full grown flower if someone looked out for it and nurtured it properly…but chances are, because of it’s location, someone will eventually step on it one too many times as they rush somewhere. They probably won’t even noticed the life they walked over and the tiny life they took. That little flower means nothing to them. And maybe it means nothing to you too, but when I look at it, I think of the possibilities it could have. What if someone where to re-pot it and take care of it so it grows up healthy. That one, little flower could help hundreds of bees pollinate the world around them and give life to other things. It could serve a purpose. Or maybe it would just die off after being re-potted. Who knows. But the point is that flower doesn’t a choice in the matter. It’s stuck there unless someone pulls it up. Your roots may be tied down somewhere, or to someone, but it doesn’t mean that you can’t regrow somewhere else with a little help from a stranger. You have the ability to uproot yourself if you need to. You have the ability to go anywhere, unlike that flower. You aren’t stuck forever. If someone steps on you one too many times, you can pull yourself up and find a new home to grow into.” Daxton stared at the flower and shook his head, laughing quietly to himself. He recalled his words like it was only yesterday. It felt like only yesterday that the two of them were sat here, and she was wondering how on Earth she would ever get over Jeremy.

But she had done it. She had moved well on from Jeremy, and it gave her hope that things with Jason would be just the same too. Eva settled into Dax’s arms, closing her eyes. She knew so many good, kind people. She had the most wonderful friends, and at times like this, she was really reminded of that. “Thank you.” She whispered. 

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Opening her eyes, confusion set it, and she had to blink a few times before she realised she had not been sat with Daxoton opposite her in the coffee shop. As real as it had felt, it had all been a dream. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was the first night she had been able to sleep the whole way through, and she felt a strange sense of relief. Even if it had been a dream, Dax’s words were just the same. They were all things he would have said to her face to face. 

That flower...that beautiful white flower...it was representative of so much. It meant so much to her.

Eva had the heart tattoo on her finger, to remind herself that she needed to love herself first, before anyone else could. That she belonged to herself first, always. The tattoo she recently got was more of a statement than something with meaning. But now she had a third one to add to her collection. One that would remind her of the day she met Daxton for the rest of her life - the day a stranger had shown her immeasurable kindness, and saved her from herself.

Credit to Katie: Most of where Daxton is speaking is her writing, from the actual first meeting of Eva and Dax!

[hickorycreekrp-blog]

Out of Character:

Name/Alias: Kit

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 23

Timezone: PST/GMT -8

Face Claim Preferences: Rami Malek

Character Basics:

Full Name: Eli Touma

Nicknames/Prefers: N/A

Age: 29

Occupation: Greenhouse Keeper at the Busy Bee

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender: Cisgnedermale

Hometown: Bronx, New York

Current Neighborhood: Cohen Point

Highest Education: High school (however he’s working towards completing his BSc in Botany, and a minor in history)

Religion: Agnostic

Family and Relationships:

Parents: Omari “Omar” Touma (Father, 43), Salma Touma (Mother, 38)

Siblings: None

Children: None

Other: Nahla Khali (39, Aunt and primary guardian)

Pets: None

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, however in light of certain events, Eli hasn’t been sexually inclined in the least. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say he’s aromatic.

Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic

Marital Status: Single

Personality:

Favorite Film: N/A

Favorite TV Show: Doesn’t watch much TV, but has taken a shine to Bob’s Burgers

Favorite Book: American Gods by Neil Gaiman

Favorite Song: Old Time Rock & Roll by Bob Seger

Favorite Color: Dark navy

Likes: Mythology, languages, flowers, star gazing, a good strong cup of Turkish coffee, rain, jogging

Dislikes: Loud noises (especially fireworks), cauliflower, mosquitos, crowds, people that pry, phantom pains, forgetting where he put his keys  

History:

People always like to say, “like father, like son”, and for a large part of Eli’s life, that saying rang true.

Omar had a vicious personality and dreams that extended far outside the reaches of the Bronx, and his mother, Salma, had been swept right along with his charismatic charm. It wasn’t long before Eli was born, although Salma could barely be considered a woman and Omar, while excited and determined to care for his young family, couldn’t quite grasp the concept of what that exactly meant. They were married shortly after Eli’s birth, and moved out into their own little box apartment, both sides of their family wanting nothing to do with either of them. Despite Omar’s reassurances to his young bride that they would be fine without them, it was a far more difficult task to accomplish than he expected.

It all started out well enough - Omar worked three jobs on rotation while Salma took it upon herself to do laundry for the other residents in the building - but soon enough, Omar’s youth and dissatisfaction with the kind of life he was leading versus the lives of his childless friends caught up with him. Omar was quick to return his devil may care ways, and soon enough Eli was able to recall the memories of the faint sounds of his parents bickering and fighting whenever Omar returned in the early hours of the morning smelling like alcohol and obviously high on something. Their way of life only deteriorated from there. The final straw was when Omar was caught in a drug bust. At the age of six, Eli was taken by Child Services, being placed with in the care of his aunt Nahla, Salma’s older sister who lived in Hickory Creek before too much damage could be done to him.

Nahla had never fully approved of her younger sister’s decision to keep her child or Omar, but she, unlike the rest of their family, hadn’t cut off contact with her. Despite the change in scenery, it was clear to Nahla that Eli had taken after Omar in personality. He was charming, he knew how to get what he wanted and he had Omar’s devil-may-care smile. His aunt had a stronger hand than either of his parents though and managed to hold Eli’s personality in check. She was a strong willed woman, instilling in him that he finish high school and kept him busy, enrolling him in extracurricular activities and having him help her out at her flower shop, The Busy Bee, when he wasn’t doing those things.

Eli was well aware where he came from, and where Nahla was coming from too. His father wasn’t the best influence, and he didn’t want to fall into the path he had, but even the most well intended plans can be derailed. His high school career saw him with a busy social calendar as Eli reveled in the new social scene. He was well liked and he liked people - but it seemed that that was his downfall. His relationship with Nahla, which had always been quite good become strained when he got caught in the wrong crowd. Despite Nahla’s insistence that the crowd he was falling into was nothing but trouble, Eli was stubborn, and insisted that she was simply being overprotective and uptight. He ate his words when shortly before graduation he was caught in a drug bust that had been orchestrated by his so called friends as an unknowing drug mule.

Being sent off to juvenile detention was the last thing that Eli wanted and it was a sobering experience for him. He spent a year there, completely missing his graduation and incurring the disappointment of his aunt Nahla. It was by sheer stroke of luck that he was pardoned for his crime: but he didn’t get off completely free. Part of his sentence involved serving army time. While he was by no means enthusiastic about this particular condition, it was the lesser of the two evils in his mind. In time though, the army became something good for him, and he came to acknowledge it himself.

He spent the better part of his early twenties being shipped from army base to army base across the United States. It gave him some direction, allowing him to come to his senses, finish high school, pursue a degree in botany at NYU, and realize that everything Nahla did for him was for his own benefit. He was able to repair the relationship with his aunt, and begin figuring out whether or not he wanted to reconnect fully with his parents on his own terms. In short, Eli matured during his training and in the time spent overseas, flourishing in the structured environment that he had been thrust into. Not all good things were meant to last though.

In the four years that Eli had served overseas in Iraq, he had been fortunate to escape with little physical damage. In a routine patrol of a village his battalion had been charged with however, they were ambushed, a land mine obliterating his troop and leaving Eli as the sole survivor. Shrapnel from the landmine sliced through his abdomen and left calf ended his service effective immediately, but there was also the mental and emotional damage that the attack caused him. He was sent back to New York for treatment and has been suffering from PTSD ever since then.

Eli had never had a true attachment to Hickory Creek, but his therapist had suggested getting out of the big city could help in his rehabilitation. Nahla was only happy to have him back (although he mistook this for her simply missing him, and not because her health was taking a turn for the worse), and upon receiving the green light, Eli packed his bags and moved south once again. His physical injuries only cause him minor pain now, and he’s able to walk without the need of any aids, but the PTSD is something that he still struggles with on a daily basis. He’s taken up shop again as the greenhouse keeper at The Busy Bee, and has been taking part time classes in Greene Hills to complete his degree. He has hope that he’ll get better, and knows that there are steps to recovery that he needs to go through before reaching that point.

It’s just that sometimes, there are days when he doesn’t think that day will come at all.