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Arista
PapaOsoAbaddon followed Camael out, hearing the sinful accusations of their relationship oozing from the people surrounding. He gave them each a leering smile; neither a confirmation or denial but leaning towards the former.
Exiting the library, he stretched his arms and back. All the talk of wings had got his own abominations restless. "I do, though it's nothing flash. It's simply an abandoned house."
He gestured for the angel to follow after him before walking on down the street.
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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@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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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!
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Yolanda glanced at the gun now freely resting against the wall. She had had some training with a handgun back home; crime was rampant in South Africa and most carried weapons. Kidnappings and murders still occurred at an alarmingly high rate.
It was because of this fact that her father had given her basic training. She was no marksman but had no doubt that she could kill another with ease.
Yolanda wasn't, however, compelled to take the weapon and use it on her captor. He had been nice to her, if not a bit flirtatious, and her actions could lead to her death and the deaths of others. Omega was nice; how nice were the rest of his group?
"Perhaps they've each found their own prisoner to try and seduce." She commented lightly. Honestly, she could sense the man's concern ans wanted to return the mood to a light one.
It was because of this fact that her father had given her basic training. She was no marksman but had no doubt that she could kill another with ease.
Yolanda wasn't, however, compelled to take the weapon and use it on her captor. He had been nice to her, if not a bit flirtatious, and her actions could lead to her death and the deaths of others. Omega was nice; how nice were the rest of his group?
"Perhaps they've each found their own prisoner to try and seduce." She commented lightly. Honestly, she could sense the man's concern ans wanted to return the mood to a light one.
Abaddon smirked and shot her a wink as he closed and placed the book back on the shelf. "Of course. Please, lead the way." He gestured for Camael to do so.
Yolanda looked at him, crossing her arms. "Well, you see, I work here. I can pretty much sit wherever I want," She arched her eyebrows. "And you do the complete opposite of working here. Just be happy that I'm sitting somewhat close."
She smirked a little and un-crossed her arms to resume the position she had been in when first entering the vault, leaning forwards with forearms supporting her weight against her knees. It was bad for her back, she knew, but it was a long ago formed habit that didn't seem to be going away.
She smirked a little and un-crossed her arms to resume the position she had been in when first entering the vault, leaning forwards with forearms supporting her weight against her knees. It was bad for her back, she knew, but it was a long ago formed habit that didn't seem to be going away.
"Aren't we optimistic," Yolanda replied dryly. She noticed his expression of slight confusion when she turned back and gave him a smile. "I hope you weren't expecting it to be a portrait of a unicorn or some shit."
Yolanda finished her pizza before sitting down again, this time beside Omega. She maintained a comfortable distance between the two. "I myself am oddly adorable." She stated sarcastically.
Yolanda finished her pizza before sitting down again, this time beside Omega. She maintained a comfortable distance between the two. "I myself am oddly adorable." She stated sarcastically.
Abaddon stood and couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't resist; he had to say something. "Sinful texts...?" He stepped over to the bookshelf and plucked out Fifty Shades of Grey. "Ohhh, did you mean this one?"
He opened the book and started reading the page, his expression contorted into one of deep thought and interest. "So that's how you do that. Well, I've been doing it all wrong for years."
He opened the book and started reading the page, his expression contorted into one of deep thought and interest. "So that's how you do that. Well, I've been doing it all wrong for years."
Abaddon chanced a smile, tentative and not showing much hope. "Well, it can't hurt to try," He hesitated before doing something that he hadn't done for a very long time. He decided to thank the angel. "Thank you, Camael. I know we didn't get off to the best start but you've come through for me."
Yolanda rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I don't think so. It covers my whole back and we're no where near the point of me taking my shirt off."
She stood up and pulled her blouse forward so the thin fabric was pressed tightly against her skin. The dark lines were more visible now, beginning at the base of her neck and ending just above her tailbone. "That's as good as I can offer you." She turned back to him after a few moments and shrugged again.
"Maybe. I never really paid attention to the name of the place. I just like to watch people come and go. The first timers are the most interesting; they're either terrified or really excited. Both, sometimes."
She stood up and pulled her blouse forward so the thin fabric was pressed tightly against her skin. The dark lines were more visible now, beginning at the base of her neck and ending just above her tailbone. "That's as good as I can offer you." She turned back to him after a few moments and shrugged again.
"Maybe. I never really paid attention to the name of the place. I just like to watch people come and go. The first timers are the most interesting; they're either terrified or really excited. Both, sometimes."
Abaddon looked at Camael, unable to hide his surprise. "Speak to the Creator? How exactly would we go about that?"
He had no doubt that the angel had the ability to communicate with Him but had no idea how it would be possible for him to do so. He was a demon, a rather high ranking one at that, despite his low worth in the eyes of Lucifer. Would the Creator even give him the time of day?
He had no doubt that the angel had the ability to communicate with Him but had no idea how it would be possible for him to do so. He was a demon, a rather high ranking one at that, despite his low worth in the eyes of Lucifer. Would the Creator even give him the time of day?
Yolanda pulled a face at his declaration of love laced with half eaten pizza. He really was an idiot but, admittedly, endearing. She opted to sit down on the floor this time, cross legged and relaxed.
She shrugged. "Nothing, really. I usually hang out by the tattoo parlor on Jeffeson Street. I always think, today is the day I'll get another tattoo, but I'm indecisive about what to get and where to get it."
She shrugged. "Nothing, really. I usually hang out by the tattoo parlor on Jeffeson Street. I always think, today is the day I'll get another tattoo, but I'm indecisive about what to get and where to get it."
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