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3 yrs ago
Current It ain’t easy being a bird parent ~
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3 yrs ago
@nooget bird: ‘you … CLIP the CLAWS ??? you sniP SNIP????? oooh jail !!! jail for you for 10000 years !!!!’
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3 yrs ago
Tried to write ‘ratbag’ in a post and accidentally wrote ‘rathag’. Please refer to me from this point forward as The Rathag
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4 yrs ago
Happy birthday to me! 🥳
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4 yrs ago
Forever thankful of the ability to look up words when wanting to write ‘perennial’ in a post and initially writing ‘perineal’ which is,,,,,,,a very different word
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Bio

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Welcome!
This is my bio, where you will find some information on me and what I like to roleplay. You will not find any recipes, nefarious schemes, or insecurities, even though I have a plethora of all those things - as well as a combination of some, like my recipe for homemade insecurity pie. Delicious, tangy insecurity pie.

Pies aside, I'm AllOurPrettySongs. That's a long username that holds absolutely no deep meaning to me, but is simply part of the chorus to a Nirvana song I was listening to when I created my account. You can call me Songs, or perhaps Pretty, because that's the easiest way for me to get a compliment. I don't like Piña Colada, or getting caught in the rain. As far as I can tell, I don't have half a brain. But then if I did, I probably wouldn't know. What I do like is music and movies; if you talk to me about old rock/alternative music, I will be your best friend forever, whether you want that or not. The same goes for movies. If you talk to me about eighties horror, stupid horror we can laugh about (sometimes the lines blur), psychological thrillers, or comedies (and most everything else that I can't be bothered to list), I will never leave your side.

So, roleplay. Why did I take so long to get to the main reason we're all here? Because I don't get to talk about myself a lot. It's my time to shine, dammit. Anyway, roleplay. What do I like? What don't I like? Well:

+ Slice of Life is my thing, and I RP exclusively MxM pairings. Does that mean I can't play other gender and sexuality side-characters? No. No, no. I can do that. No worries. It's just that my main will always be a homosexual male. Does Slice of Life mean that I want fluff all the time? That's another no, because it's unrealistic. There is sadness and conflict in life, as well as other unpleasant emotions and situations. But I don't want something that is really dreary and depressing, because I have my actual life for that. A different way of putting it would be that I enjoy realism, but a reality that could be found in a romantic movie. There's drama, there's conflict, but there's a big dose of sweetness, too. That is not to say I don’t enjoy a cliché or two you’d find in the movies.

What don't I like? How many more question marks can I get in this bio? Well:

+ Smutty RPs, or any RPs that involve smut. No touchy. Our characters can be in love and hold hands and and whatever it is couples do (shop for lawn gnomes together?), but anything other than that is a no-no.

+ Sci-fi. Don't like it, don't really understand it, can't get into it. I will not be partaking.
+ Medieval. Can't get into it and I'm not good at writing it.
+ Historical. Which is similar to Medieval, I suppose. Same reasons as to why I don't do it. It can be a bit of a grey area, however, as it depends on what you class as historical. I love modern settings, and I classify back to the twenties onwards as modern, but I guess it could be classified as historical? Kinda? Probably not really.

+ Fantasy. Again, another grey area. I'm fine with elements of fantasy, but just straight up fantasy is not for me. Same goes for horror. You want to set it in a terrifying place full of terrifying nightmares? Awesome, that sounds fun. But I want romance in there. How? I don't know. We can put our imagination craniums together and come up with something!

+ Along similar lines: Supernatural. Supernatural elements are fine (ghosts, vampires, werewolves, etc.), but there has to be that romance. Gotta get that romance, people. Just inject it directly into my vein.

What are my rules? Well:

+ As I said up above, I don't do smut. Sorry, my friends.
+ I only RP with people who are eighteen and over, as I fall into that bracket.

+ I write a minimum of four paragraphs. I can go many more if I am inspired and also not on my mobile. I'm sorry if that number fluctuates, but as I said, I'm sometimes on mobile and it’s uncomfortable to write so much. Plus, replies tend to look bigger than they actually are on mobile, so I might think that I've written more than I actually have if I don't look at the character count.

+ Please be able to write just as much as me! If you'd like to write more, then that's great. I would love to read your clever words.
+ Spelling and grammar. Everyone makes mistakes - I make them, you make them (probably?), we all make them. I'd just like it if you could keep the mistakes to a minimum, and I'll do just the same for you!

+ If you don't like the RP, please tell me. We can try and fix it! If you still don't like it, there's no hard feelings. I really hope that you find a plot you enjoy a lot more! Along the same lines, if you don't like how I write, that's okay. Sometimes styles don't mesh well. I'll wish you luck in finding someone who compliments your own writing better!

+ I'm frequently online but may not be able to reply every time I am. Aside from real life commitments, I'm not always in the mood to write, or may be without my muse for a while. I try to keep up the posting as much as I can, though! And I will tell you when I know that I'm going to be away for a long period.

+ OOC chat is fun, and I like it. If you don't really want to talk to me, that's okay, but I might be a bit sad about that. </3
Really though, I'd love it if we could be friends.

I think that's about it! Likely not, this bio will never be left as is. I am never satisfied.
But if you like what you see here now, why not send me a message and we could maybe roleplay? Or even just have a chat!

Most Recent Posts

Oh God, I went to bed at four in the morning. What is actually wrong with me. I feel terrible.
Okay, I had a go at writing some equipment. She's a traditional gal.
But thank you! Hopefully I can be as good as the rest of you. (:
Yolanda pulled up in her beat up car that she had never bothered to learn the brand name of. She simply called it 'rubbish', harsh yet true. However, it had gotten her to where she needed to be, so she supposed she shouldn't judge it too harshly. Turning the engine off, she peered out the driver's side window at the water that lapped gently at the coastline. A nice enough place, to be sure. Undoing her seat belt, Yolanda opened the door and got out, closing it behind her. Surprisingly, the door gave only a minor protest. A good omen. Perhaps this place would be good for her and dear 'rubbish'. Walking around the dented body, she opened the boot after a brief struggle and retrieved her bags.

Stepping away, she saw a large building which she could only guess was the reception. Yolanda hoisted her bags up onto her shoulders and walked towards the building, muttering curses about the weight; something she only had herself to blame for. Using her foot to open the door, she stepped inside and sidled up to the front desk, which was currently being occupied by a woman. Yolanda didn't care enough to use an adjective, so nondescript was the woman. She decided that she would simply be called 'the woman'. The woman flicked her gaze up to Yolanda and gave a warm and well practiced smile.

"Hello there. What would be your name?" The woman asked in a superficially perky voice. Yolanda gave a faint grimace in response.

"Yolanda Grieg."

The woman arched an eyebrow. "How exotic. And how do you spell that? First and last, if you don't mind."

"Y-O-L-A-N-D-A."

"Mm-hmm."

"G-R-I-E-G."

The tapping of keys quickly subsided and was replaced by the superficial voice. "Excellent. I'll just grab your cabin key - you'll be in cabin five - and map and you'll be all set! Oh, and there is a little meeting going on at the moment, something about a bonfire. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"I'm sure." Yolanda responded dryly as the woman went to retrieve her key and map. All too soon for Yolanda's liking, she returned, practiced smile in place. Handing the items over, Yolanda thanked her and stepped away from the desk to examine the map to find where exactly 'cabin five' was. After a few moments, she felt at least somewhat confident that she wouldn't get lost in the woods and die. That was worse case scenario, anyway. Laughing quietly to herself, she picked up her bags and headed out of the building, turning in what was hopefully the right direction to go to the cabins.

Yolanda was relieved when she found herself standing before a sign which read 'Cabins'. Her arms were getting sore from her bags and she needed to put them down as soon aa possible. Walking onwards past the sign, she spotted the fabled 'cabin five' and headed towards it, setting her bags down on the steps as she inserted the key into the lock and pushed open the door. Paying no mind to whether there was anyone in there, Yolanda retrieved her bags and all but threw them in.

A bonfire. That's what the woman had said. Yolanda glanced around; it did seem strangely vacant for the cabin area. She cursed aloud at the stupid woman. There's a bonfire - yeah, good times. But where was it? Sighing, she glanced down at her map. There was a rec center. Well, if there was ever a place fot a bunch of kids to meet...

Yolanda heaved another sigh as she closed and locked the cabin door and pocketed the key. Following the map to a building she guessed was the right one - and the growing sound of voices seemed to confirm this - she found herself among a crowd of youths. A few were chattering about the aforementioned bonfire and something about a tour. 'Always trust your instincts', she thought with a wry smile. She was in the right place.
Ahhh, thank you!
I'm just going to chuck up an introductory post. I apologise if it's terrible - it's 2:15 in the morning. But I'm still up because yolo swag I guess?
Oi, Hungry Jacks aren't bad. I mean, really, it's either that or Maccas. Both make you feel ick afterwards.
Aussie accent and legality, I have it all. I can even stereotype myself.
Kangaroo kangaroo meat pie cricket Tony Abbott beach
I volunteer for a hug!
Pitbull Terrier - Die Antwoord
"Time Enough At Last" always scares the crap out of me because I'm near blind without my glasses. So I always imagine ending up on a desert island and smashing my glasses accidentally, eventually dying, blind and alone and probably sunburnt.
Gonzo said
I think my two favorite ones are "Nightmare at 20,000 Feet," and "Stopover in a Quiet Town."
Mine are probably "Time Enough At Last", "The Eye of the Beholder" and "The Silence".
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