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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!

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AliceZaru said
AllOurPrettySongs Sounds like a book I would read...FUDGING POST MOAAAERRRRRRRR
Soon, my friend. Soon.
G'day, mate!
I'm kidding, I've never said g'day in my life. That's more for the older generation. But I do have a grating stereotypical accent, if that helps? :P
Oh my God, be my best friend!
Ahem. I'm such a massive fan of Die Antwoord and have the biggest lady crush on Yolandi. I just wish they'd visit here in Australia.
Blitz said
What time zone are you in? It's evening where I am.
Sorry I took awhile to reply, I was posting my first IC in another.
Er, I'm not sure, but I'm in Australia.
Friendssss, I am here and have posted my first in the IC. Hopefully it isn't too terrible. Oh, and the language Yolanda briefly speaks is Afrikaans, which I'm learning. So forgive me if I make a couple of mistakes with it. I'll have to use the Internet a bit.
Prospect Heights, Grieg Residence. 9:00 PM

Yolanda Grieg hastily packed a bag. She barely noticed that the bag was too small, causing most of the unfolded clothing to overflow. She turned slightly at a sound. Crying. Her mother was crying. Yolanda squeezed her eyes shut for a few moments, trying to think over the sound of her too loud heart and the too loud crying. It was deafening. Yolanda whipped around, angry, though whether it was true anger or just sadness masquerading, she wasn't sure.

Her mother was slumped against the wall in the corridor just behind her room, sobbing into her hands.

"Mum, please!" She exclaimed, her teeth gritted.

The hands fell away and her mother looked up. "Yolanda, you don't have to go. We can...we can fix this. We can find a way to help--"

"There's nothing wrong with me." Yolanda interrupted quietly. Turning away again, she zipped up her bag and picked it up, hurrying from her room with it under her arm. Any moment, any moment someone could come and take her away. It had happened, she'd seen it. The brutality of it had surprised, yet not shocked her. Humans, natural or unnatural, were animals. Yolanda scrunched up her nose in distaste before letting out a short gasp as a hand fell heavily on her shoulder.

She snapped her head so quickly to the left that there was an audible crack. Her father looked down at her, face etched with concern and fear. "I didn't mean to startle you. But Yolanda, you can stay. We can protect you," There was a pause as the man's voice cracked slightly. "I can protect you."

Yolanda's throat tightened slightly at that but she pushed the feeling away. She told herself that she wouldn't cry, though as she felt a tear run down her cheek, she knew that she had made herself into a liar. Looking up at him, she gave a weak smile.

"Ek is lief vir jou, papa." Yolanda murmured, giving her dad's hand a light squeeze before turning away and walking down the corridor, towards the front door. She lingered briefly at the doorway of her younger sister's room, who was still sleeping. She smiled fondly at her sister's heavy sleeping. The girl could sleep through the end of the world. Steeling herself, she stepped away and opened the door, not allowing herself a last glance towards her broken family. She closed the door behind her, and ran.

Her father watched her go, a heavy feeling in his chest. His wife still sobbed further down the corridor behind him. He took a deep breath, running a hand down his face.

"I love you too, Yolanda."
DaDrummer676 said
Sorry I am so slow at making an intro post, it will probably be horrible. XDThis is going to be so awesome though. Does anyone want to already know my character before he comes? It would give me something more to write about. :)
Yolanda is new as well, so I'm sure she wouldn't mind another newbie. (:

Also, afternoon people!
Yolanda glanced around at the other campers, who had seemingly already formed small groups of friends. She shrugged, nonchalant. Whatever, friends weren't necessary to have a good time. Since she traveled so much, Yolanda was used to making only brief acquaintances or only interacting with a shop keeper or two as she bought new supplies and the occasional souvenir. Pulling herself from her thoughts, she saw that most were heading towards a door in the back of the room.

Right. The tour. Running a hand briefly over her slicked hair, she headed over and stood among the forming crowd. Friends weren't necessary to have a good time, she reminded herself.
I mean, really, I was watching movies with a "I can totally watch this three out movie in an hour. It's only one on the morning" mentality.
I don't like anime actually but yeah, the other two are fair.
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