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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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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

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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 cringed slightly at Camael's question, though he knew it was only a matter of time before it was asked.

"After the fall, all of us were feeling broken. Regretful. The full weight of our actions had hit us," He glanced at the angel, pain in his eyes. "We were ready to beg forgiveness. But not Lucifer. Lucifer was...demented. He grabbed each angel by the throat and ripped their eings from their back. In place grew monstrosities."

Abaddon cleared his throat and continued in a near emotionless voice, like a victim recounting their story for the hundredth time. "He ripped my wings away. It wasn't a simple yank. They resisted until muscles tore and ligaments snapped. Bones cracked right in two. I screamed. I screamed so loudly and for so long, even the Creator must have heard."

"I was on my hands and knees, blood I didn't know I had pouring from my back. I knew, in that moment, what it must be like to die. Lucifer touched the remnants on my back and suddenly I was screaming again.
From my back grew what you glimpsed earlier; but they're much more alive than you think. They dug claws like needles into my spine and held on. They'd never let go."
Yolanda's eyebrows arched at the exchange before adopting a look of exaggerated hurt. "Are you cheating on me already? We've only been together for fifteen minutes."

She didn't know why but she felt that she could joke with Omega as if they had been friends for years. She chastised herself internally; don't get friendly. Yolanda already knew his type, charming and resistant to monogamy. The type she normally despised.

She schooled her expression into stoicism before looking over the slices of pizza for a moment. She reached out and hovered her hand over the slices, unsure of which one to pick. Finally settling on one of the larger pieces, she picked it up and took a bite.
Abaddon smiled as he scoffed a laugh. "No, I didn't. As it turns out, Lucifer's offer was just of another form of servitude. But I didn't know that until we fell..."

He trailed off, falling silent for a few moments before continuing. "There were six of us. All powerful, all carefully chosen by Lucifer. Less powerful than he but not weak. I think he liked a challenge. When He found out, everything was thrown into disarray."

Abaddon glanced up at the ceiling, as if looking through it and catching the eyes of the Creator.

"You can't imagine what it is to fall. The pain is unbearable. Emotional and physical pain of the like. It's as if all of the suffering of His children is thrust upon you and you can hear a million cries, a million screams. They're like rusted hooks digging past your flesh and into your burning soul."
Yolanda took a deep breath to collect herself before giving him a smirk. "How could I say no to that offer?" She stood and slowly walked over to him, hands by her sides as an automatic submissive action.

No matter how friendly he was, he was still both a criminal and her captor. No use in getting too friendly with someone who will ultimately go to prison. She laughed a little to herself as she thought, 'why are all the good guys criminals or taken?'
Abaddon could sense the angel's displeasure at his words. He wasn't surprised in the slightest but still felt a slight twinge of shame. A nasty side effect of being around an angel for too long, he decided.

"Lucifer came to me one day. He took my hands and looked me straight in the eyes. There was this...fire in his eyes, an intensity that I wouldn't dare go against," He looked off to the side, something he did when reminiscing.

"Brother, he said. Brother, we are better than this. We are more than this. More than Him. Join me, Abaddon. We can rule."
Yolanda felt her cheeks heat in a blush at the man's blatant language. She averted her gaze and wished at that moment, more than ever, that she had tanned skin. Honestly, she was verging on being an albino, despite her dark eyes.

"You're an idiot, you know that, right?" Yolanda murmured. She was surprised that she was already feeling comfortable enough to gently insult the individual that had taken her hostage. Stockholm Syndrome indeed, she thought sarcastically.
Abaddon heaved a sigh of his own but his was one of weariness. He was unsure if he had the strength to relieve his downfall but was willing to try.

"I had been a loyal servant of the Creator for so many centuries. I was strong, smart and, probably most of all, powerful. But power corrupts the mind, does it not?" He paused to give Camael a rueful smile.

"I thought of myself as too powerful to be a servant. As it turned out, I wasn't alone in my way of thinking. An angel, Lucifer, much more conniving than I, thought the same of himself."
"Almost definitely," Yolanda nodded, wide eyed and exaggerated seriousness. "One more kind word and I'm yours, minnaar."

She often reverted back to her native tongue of Afrikaans, the words feeling more suited for her mouth than English. She was nowhere near unskilled in English; she couldn't have got the job had she been. But she sometimes struggled with pronouncing longer words in a way that could be understood.

Yolanda decided to enlighten Omega this time. "That means lover, by the way."
"I'd be willing to prove you wrong," Abaddon murmured quietly, his eyebrow quirking slightly. He decided to leave it there and allow the angel to mull over his words; he didn't want to push it too far. Camael was still an important player on his road to salvation.

"So, Camael. What would you like to know?"
Yolanda chose to ignore his first comment, not particularly wanting to get into that topic. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop the smile that was threatening to crawl across her face at his second, but only succeeded in making her attempt more obvious.

"Do you really think that would get you anywhere with a woman?" Yolanda asked in incredulously. It would have had more force behind it had it not been said with a light hearted note lingering beneath.
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