Hi! I'm Julia, and I'm looking for a few 1x1 RPs. I've got a few plots below that I've been thinking about doing, as well as the pairings and fandoms I'm craving, and there are probably more in my head but this is what I've got down. If you have a pairing or a plot idea that you'd like to try, feel free to ask or suggest! I play as either male or female, it doesn't matter to me, and I can double if you'd like. I've got an entire slew of interests, so throw something at me.
If you've got questions, comments, interest, etc, drop me a line either here or in a PM. Thanks!
And yeah, I know they're vague. They're supposed to be! Supposed to peak your interest, then make you want more. I might not be the best at this, so cut me a little slack.
I own none of the art below, all art belongs to their rightful owners. No infringement intended.
Please note that I am very very interested in a Phantom of the Opera or Joker+Harley roleplay. I would forever love you if you'd please grant me my wish...
"Mommy, I wanna make people better! Make them happy, and not sick anymore!" she exclaimed, her big blue eyes looking at her mother, full of determination and excitement. The girl's mother smiled and nodded, patting the girl's head, making sure to keep an eye on the pot of stew cooking as the cold, Gotham winds whipped outside. The girl then hugged the little clown toy in her arms, and ran off to play in the main room of the small, cozy apartment.
"You're nuts. Psychology? Why on earth does psychology interest a girl who has so much more going for her than to sit around and listen to crazies tell stories that are from their heads and not reality? And besides, you have awful grades in psychology!" one classmate inquired. She answered quickly and with purpose.
"I want to make people, even if it's just one person, feel like they can relate to someone. Like they aren't alone in this big, angry world," she explained, sounding like she knew exactly why, and she did. But she would have to think of a way to get her grades up. Her Psychology Professor recently had a divorce... maybe he could use a little company.
"If you were going to tell... you already would've..." the man in the cell said with a sly smile. He then jumped to the end of the bed, and pressed his face against the glass. "Y'know sweets, I like what I've heard about you! Especially the name... Har-leen Quin-zel... rework it a bit, and you get Harley Quinn!"http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/20...7c-d3g5ayg.jpg
It was already too late... the last petal had fallen, and the beautiful woman pressed herself against the motionless body of the beast that laid there, limp and growing ever cold. The woman wailed into the chest of him, her body shaking and her own body getting chilled from the pouring rain.
"Please!" she begged, tears clouding her vision and painful loneliness filling the air around her. "I... I love you..." she sobbed, with no response.
The funeral was a short one.
Many days passed, and a dark emptiness filled the castle. The woman let out a sigh, and wrapped herself tightly in the tattered cloak that was once the beast's. She stepped outside, the rain still pounding against the stone walls of the castle, crying as the woman had been. Incessant, painful, lonesome. The woman then turned back inside, and made her way to her quarters, her eyes focused on her feet as she walked into her room and sat down on the plush bed.
A deep voice came from behind her.
Erik leaned back improperly in his chair in his home, stroking a little mouse's head and thinking aloud. "They should be reading my letter any moment now..." he whispered to himself, lifting the mouse from his desk and holding it in his hand. The mouse just sat in his hand, pressing his little head into Erik's other palm. "Such a fine letter as well. I still remember all that I wrote in it," he was now talking to the mouse. The little gray thing climbed onto the back of Erik's hand, sniffing curiously. Erik smiled lightly, not caring that his mask was not on his face.
"You're not afraid, are you, little mouse? I can only pray that Christine will grant me the same kindness," Erik said thoughtfully. "Surely she will be very accepting of me once the Count is out of the picture and she is given every opportunity to excel. She deserves no less than the lead, don't you think so?" he asked the mouse, who was cautiously walking up Erik's arm. "That is precisely what I have instructed the managers to do through my note with Madame Giry... bless the woman." Erik paused then rolled his eyes at himself.
"Oh, who am I kidding? You're not going to answer me! You're just what I'm speaking to until Christine arrives," Erik sighed, feeling lonely again. Thinking of Christine returning, Erik gently touched the right side of his face before shying away from touching it and quickly covering it with his mask once more. As Erik finished adjusting his mask, the little mouse scurried off in what was either fear or necessity. Erik frowned deeply and rested his head against his hand.
**Please note, I am Pro-Erik**
**Example taken from All I Asked of You with Inara**
Metal Gear Solid*DBZ
Naruto(Particularly InoXKiba)InuyashaThe Phantom of the Opera (Pro-Erik)**Baccano!*Avengers
Single Mom+Child's Teacher
Model Child+Juvenile Delinquent
Violinist+Violinist (Any string combo can be placed here)**
Best Friend+Best Friend