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Current It ain’t easy being a bird parent ~
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@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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Abaddon found the flustered angel's behavior to be adorable. Honestly, adorable. He could show her so much; so many wicked things. After all, where else had the author gotten such ideas but from a particularly inventive demon?

Shaking his head to keep his mind from wandering further, he forced his expression into a more subdued one. "Really, angel. You have to get a handle on those emotions. You don't know who could take advantage of you."

He had chosen his words carefully.
Yolanda shook her head and glanced down, suddenly very interested with the hem of her dowdy skirt.

Truly, she was often struck with the heavy feeling of homesickness. She missed her family and hometown but, as she often reminded herself, her seeing the world for herself was important. Living where she wanted and doing as she pleased was important.

Returning her gaze to Omega, she gave him an almost sad smile - she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her vulnerable. That was the last thing she wanted to come off as in this situation.

"No, they're not," Yolanda replied resolutely. "I'm here by myself. No connections and free as a bird."
Abaddon had taken the seat beside her, body facing towards her. He had watched her take the book curiously and couldn't contain his grin; he knew all about that book.

He couldn't help but explode into laughter at her reaction, quickly covering his mouth as the sound was amplified by the overall silence. "The popular literature not to your tastes, angel? Personally, I find it very...educational."

Abaddon had once heard an individual describe their friend's grin as 'shit eating'. He knew that it was the only way his expression could possibly be described.
"No, it's fine. I love to see a grown man orgasming quietly to himself." Yolanda shot back instantly, rolling her eyes at the display.

The man - Omega, she reminded herself - was having far too good a time. She sighed quietly before straightening her posture; subconsciously, it was an attempt to retain some power. After all, she was sitting before a man atop a throne of money with a gun. Both the epitome and caricature of power.

Yolanda looked him in the eye as she responded. "Two years. I got the job after I moved here from South Africa."
Abaddon smiled a little at the sight of the angel actually cracking smile. He was sure that he'd just been privy to an extremely rare sight.

He nodded and walked up the cracked stone steps, pushing open the heavy front door and stepping inside. As he'd guessed, the library was scarcely populated. Just as he wanted it.

Shooting a charming smile at the librarian as he passed by her, Abaddon ventured further into the library. The population dwindled to just he and Camael. He found two worn leather seats in the corner of the room, nestled between shelves of books.

"Please." He murmured, gesturing for her to sit down before he did so.
Abaddon settled into the surprisingly comfortable silence and, out of the corner of his eye, watched the angel. She seemed upset and angry; it wasn't difficult to understand why. He too saw the holy objects as they passed, barely affected by them.

They were still holy objects and afforded him some discomfort but the owners had lost faith and rendered them essentially powerless. Faith was essential. Abaddon thought it clichéd, comparing it all to a children's movie. Why, the power was in you the whole time! Truly, we are all heroes.

He laughed a little at his internal musings, so lost in his own thoughts, that he nearly missed the library as they neared. He stopped walking abruptly. "We're here."
Yolanda muttered something under her breath before pushing herself away from the wall and retrieving her identification, which featured a small bar code at the bottom of it. She stepped over to a small scanner protruding from the door and stuck the bar coded end of the laminated plastic underneath.

There was a pause as a red light mulled over Yolanda's offering before a dull buzz emanated. Approved. She placed her identification nack on the small hook that hung from one of her belt loops and waited until the the door unlocked and swung slowly open.

Yolanda stepped inside and took a seat on one of the benches near the side of the vault. It was decidedly warmer in the vault; no, it was stuffy. Suffocating. She removed her heavy jacket and stooped forward, forearms on knees. The dark lines of her extensive tattoo were barely visible through the somewhat flimsy material of her blouse.
They soon exited the building and Abaddon indicated which way they were to go with a subtle flick of his wrist. He breathed in the cool air - they had only been inside for a few moments but the outside air was so much more pleasant. Even as a demon, he could appreciate pleasant.

He shook his head in response to Camael's question. "No, not often. When I do, it's to engage in activities I'm sure you wouldn't approve of."
Yolanda scowled as her side was prodded but silently moved over to the safe, her hands submissively by her sides. She turned and leaned against the wall beside the safe, slowly crossing her arms - she wanted to be cautious in her actions, in case they were perceived as a threat.

She rolled her eyes at his last comment. "I wouldn't think to even go near you. So please, don't flatter yourself, teef*."

[*bitch]
Abaddon shook his head as they rounded the corner, nearing the exit of the building. "No, not often. I've only been there twice, the first occasion being by chance. On one of my trips to Earth, I found myself there."

He put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, falling silent for a short while. He had a tendency to stop talking for periods without truly keeping track of time. "I think you'd like it. Most that go there are worthy of salvation."
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