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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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
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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Awesome, thank you!
Name: Yolanda Grieg
Age: 18
School Grade: Senior
Gender: Female
Hero/Villain: Hero, though exhibits more of an anti-hero personality [if that is allowed].
Powers/Skills: Death Inducement, can be controlled.
Equipment: N/A
Appearance: Yolanda is average in height and slender in build with faint muscle definition. She has short hair that has been slicked back and dyed bleach blonde. Pale skinned. She has dark brown eyes, which in contrast with her skin, appear to be black. The pale skin of her back has been elaborately inked with the solid lines of a tattoo depicting a grotesque scene of demons and the Devil himself.
Personality: Yolanda is a sly woman. Conniving and secretive, it's often difficult to tell what she is about to do. Despite this, however, she is loyal to those she feels are deserving. Once her loyalty has been secured, she is protective and fierce. Yolanda has a tendency to be sarcastic, dryly humorous and cynical but has the capacity to be kind and tender. Able to be extremely persuasive when need be. She has a touch of nihilsm to her.
Yolanda likes to keep her emotions in check but sometimes loses control. When angered or frightened, she lashes out at any who surround; whether it be friends, family or strangers. She often enters a period of regret after these episodes, though the level of regret is relative to how firmly she believes her anger or fear was justified.
Other: Yolanda was born and raised in South Africa and as such has a strong South African accent. She is able to speak both Afrikaans and English fluently. She has always had an interest in both the occult and both the good and evil of religion, hence her tattoo.
[My favourite movie is A Clockwork Orange].
Abaddon let out a breath he didn't realise that he'd been holding as Camael returned to him. He smiled briefly in wordless thanks before bowing his head in silent thought. No, not thought. _Prayer_. Abaddon was praying. His words, verbal at least, failed him - to be fair, his long forgotten fluency with prayer had to have shown.
Silently, he introduced himself, feeling quite foolish, even moreso when he asked if He remembered him; remembered who he once was.
Yolanda was silent for a few moments, the fingers of her right hand tapping against the bicep of her left. She looked him up and down once again, as she had before, though in a slightly different manner; she tried to imagine them as friendly strangers, taking the roles of hostage and hostsge taker away.
She settled on a shrug at first, stalling for time. It proved hard to answer under Silas' gaze, one already so sure of the answer she would give.
"Possibly," Yolanda answered finally, before adding, "But I don't like coffee."
Abaddon shifted uncomfortably as Camael moved away from him; he almost reached out and grasped her hand, drawing her back to him and having her protect him. What was he supposed to say? What could he say? It had been so long since he was even in His presence. The last time he heard His voice, it was damning.
He glanced up, half expecting to see Him there. Where could he even begin? An apology? Mere words couldn't be sufficient. Abaddon looked towards the angel, pleadingly.
Yolanda scoffed a little at the action and shook her head, soon removing her hand from Silas' grasp and crossing her arms. She arched an eyebrow, slightly taken aback at the level of confidence one individual could exude at a single moment.
"Maybe under different circumstances, Silas." She responded with a slight smirk.
Abaddon opened his eyes and found himself staring into the angel's own eyes. He felt peculiar; that was the only word to describe it. There was a kind of weightlessness in his chest, as if burdens were tangible and had been lifted. He couldn't hear anything at first - fear of failure threatened to replace the weightlessness.
There was a kind of buzzing, a kind of muffled murmuring, almost like the voices of sinners he had become so used to but pure. The sound grew stronger until he heard a voice. Abaddon laughed, a sound of relief.
"I can hear Him," The demon murmured. "I can."
There was a kind of buzzing, a kind of muffled murmuring, almost like the voices of sinners he had become so used to but pure. The sound grew stronger until he heard a voice. Abaddon laughed, a sound of relief.
"I can hear Him," The demon murmured. "I can."
Abaddon glanced down at the angel's hand, surprised that she would so readily touch him. She had seemed so repulsed not too long ago and--
His surprised thoughts stopped dead as her lips found his. If he had been shocked before, it was nothing compared to this. Along with shock, came a sudden feeling of what he could only imagine redemption to feel like. And it hurt. It tore through him and left no area unexplored, extending pure white tendrils everywhere.
Abaddon kept his lips on Camael's for a multitude of reasons; one of them to prevent his crying out in pain.
His surprised thoughts stopped dead as her lips found his. If he had been shocked before, it was nothing compared to this. Along with shock, came a sudden feeling of what he could only imagine redemption to feel like. And it hurt. It tore through him and left no area unexplored, extending pure white tendrils everywhere.
Abaddon kept his lips on Camael's for a multitude of reasons; one of them to prevent his crying out in pain.
Yolanda Grieg awoke with a small start. She had never been a particularly restful sleeper, her nights often plagued with strange dreams. Not necessarily nightmares but unusual nonetheless. She slowly sat up and sighed quietly, irritation settling in as she stood up.
She got ready in a few minutes and stepped out of her cell, silently observing the guards that lead her down the corridor and out into the courtyard. They spoke quietly to one another, though Yolanda was disinterested in the conversation, focusing instead on the thought of the new arrivals. She had a habit of staring at the guards though not perceiving their idle comments, something she had perhaps developed to unnerve them.
Yolanda was left by a few other patients with whom she had not been introduced. She didn't mind, preferring instead to be left alone with her thoughts.
She got ready in a few minutes and stepped out of her cell, silently observing the guards that lead her down the corridor and out into the courtyard. They spoke quietly to one another, though Yolanda was disinterested in the conversation, focusing instead on the thought of the new arrivals. She had a habit of staring at the guards though not perceiving their idle comments, something she had perhaps developed to unnerve them.
Yolanda was left by a few other patients with whom she had not been introduced. She didn't mind, preferring instead to be left alone with her thoughts.
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