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Arista
PapaOsoAbaddon slipped into the back streets, away from the prying eyes of humans. He breathed deeply before taking off his jacket and closing his eyes, willing his twisted wings to emerge. He knew that the angel was up above, on one of the rooftops surrounding. He gritted his teeth as the sounds cracking bones and popping joints filled the silent air. Twisted and blackened monstrosities emerged from his back, things that were once beautifully feathered wings.
He gave only a slight growl at the pain, not wanting to appear weak before his ruler, who was always watching. Sighing as the wings spread fully, he rose slowly into the air and flew through the night in search of the angel, following what brief scents were brought to him on the air.
AllOurPrettySongs
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It ain’t easy being a bird parent ~
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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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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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Happy birthday to me! 🥳
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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
Ignoring life for RP like:
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
Yolanda frowned slightly at the sudden influx of people. She tentatively stepped closer to the strangers, remaining silent for now. Her hands were tense by her sides, unsure of whether these people were there to help or hurt. They seemed relatively harmless, if not a little rude. Yolanda's fingers curled slightly in reflex as a male dropped down from a tree heavily, seemingly unharmed.
"Wat die hel?*" Yolanda murmured aloud, more to herself than to the people nearby. It had been a long time since she had seen a group of people anywhere near the zoo, let alone within the depressing confines.
[* 'what the hell?']
"Wat die hel?*" Yolanda murmured aloud, more to herself than to the people nearby. It had been a long time since she had seen a group of people anywhere near the zoo, let alone within the depressing confines.
[* 'what the hell?']
[ooc: Gotcha, Lillium.]
Yolanda laughed a little and his response before falling silent at his question. Hesitantly, she supposed that he would find out eventually, seeings as they were headed to this sanctuary for the Empowered. "It's a little hard to explain. You see, I can manipulate the movements of dead things. Animals. When I discovered my power, I snuck away to the hospital to visit the morgue. I had to know if I could manipulate dead humans, too. As it turned out, yes. I could."
Entering the station, Yolanda put her bag down on the bench and sat down, shaking herself slightly. Water droplets flew as she did. She glanced at the bag Sean had opened and was now offering things from. She shook her head. "No, thank you. I'm fine for now."
Yolanda laughed a little and his response before falling silent at his question. Hesitantly, she supposed that he would find out eventually, seeings as they were headed to this sanctuary for the Empowered. "It's a little hard to explain. You see, I can manipulate the movements of dead things. Animals. When I discovered my power, I snuck away to the hospital to visit the morgue. I had to know if I could manipulate dead humans, too. As it turned out, yes. I could."
Entering the station, Yolanda put her bag down on the bench and sat down, shaking herself slightly. Water droplets flew as she did. She glanced at the bag Sean had opened and was now offering things from. She shook her head. "No, thank you. I'm fine for now."
But sleep is my one true love.
No, I'm still very tired. I didn't sleep because I'm a genius who forgot my medication and got a headache and brain shocks. Then I had a depressive episode at about two in the morning and it was just fun times to be had. -.-
No, I'm still very tired. I didn't sleep because I'm a genius who forgot my medication and got a headache and brain shocks. Then I had a depressive episode at about two in the morning and it was just fun times to be had. -.-
The music resumed and the bodies started to move again, seemingly coming back to their senses. Abaddon stood quietly for a moment, in thought. None of the bodies dared to go near him, only moving around him. With a straightening of his tie and jacket, he walked easily through the crowd and out of the door, grimacing slightly at the sudden shift of light.
Abaddon looked up into the sky and breathed deeply, getting only a faint hint as to where the angel had gone. Outside, in the open air where pure souls mixed with sinners, it was more difficult to track. However, he prided himself on his skills and soon walked down the street, in thr direction he felt Camael had gone.
Abaddon looked up into the sky and breathed deeply, getting only a faint hint as to where the angel had gone. Outside, in the open air where pure souls mixed with sinners, it was more difficult to track. However, he prided himself on his skills and soon walked down the street, in thr direction he felt Camael had gone.
Yolanda followed after Sean, soon falling into step with him as the rain still poured. She clutched at her bag of belongings tightly, briefly considering using it again as shelter but soon deciding against it. The bag was soaked enough already; if she wanted any of her possessions still dry by the time they reached shelter, she needed to be more careful.
Yolanda cast a glance at him and couldn't help but give a quiet laugh at his question. "That different language was Afrikaans and I called you a 'snake in the grass'. You didn't seem as trustworthy then as you do now and I thought it suited," She paused briefly. "I thought you kind of like the serpent in the Garden of Eden."
Yolanda cast a glance at him and couldn't help but give a quiet laugh at his question. "That different language was Afrikaans and I called you a 'snake in the grass'. You didn't seem as trustworthy then as you do now and I thought it suited," She paused briefly. "I thought you kind of like the serpent in the Garden of Eden."
Good morning, guys. I'm up slightly earlier than usual, well more than slightly. About two hours. Much to my damn displeasure because I had a terrible night last night. I need sleep.
Yolanda was curled up under a small and dilapidated enclosure at the once thriving zoo. She was in her snake form, finding it easier to blend into the dying grass with her darker colours. The only thing that stood out on her were her black markings, looking something akin to an ink blot in a Rorschach test. In her human form, the blots shifted into an elaborate tattoo that marked most of her back; a morbid artwork of demons and fallen angels, watched over by the Devil himself. Yolanda supposed her shifting into a snake fit in with her tattoo. She could be the snake in the Garden of Eden.
Lifting her head at the sound of passing footsteps, she was surprised to see both human and animal activity; something that hadn't been linked with the zoo in a long time. Uncoiling, she slipped slowly from under the enclosure, first making sure that her bag of clothing was nearby. Now behind the enclosure, she shifted to her human form, flexing her back. Quickly, Yolanda stooped and brought out the bag, getting dressed in simple black jeans, Converse and a white singlet. Hanging the bag over her shoulder, she quietly watched as the strangers, both animal and human, wandered around.
Lifting her head at the sound of passing footsteps, she was surprised to see both human and animal activity; something that hadn't been linked with the zoo in a long time. Uncoiling, she slipped slowly from under the enclosure, first making sure that her bag of clothing was nearby. Now behind the enclosure, she shifted to her human form, flexing her back. Quickly, Yolanda stooped and brought out the bag, getting dressed in simple black jeans, Converse and a white singlet. Hanging the bag over her shoulder, she quietly watched as the strangers, both animal and human, wandered around.
Did someone draw you to life? Perhaps a disgruntled artist with Devil given abilities?
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