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Arista
PapaOsoAbaddon felt her respond, much to his surprise. He had expected her to pull away, to slap him across the face. It seemed as if this clean slate was already affording him things he couldn't even dream of as a demon. Sure, he could take whoever he wanted in that form, but it was meaningless and hollow. He had rarely had the urge beforehand. This was something worth the pain he had endured; he would have fallen for this, had it been offered.
He broke away after a few moments and looked at Camael, his smile warranting his next words null and void. "Sorry about that." He breathed.
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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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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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 regarded him for a long moment, clearly considering what her next move would be. As much as she wished otherwise, Silas was still in control, despite his jovial attitude and laid back persona. He was still the criminal, the hostage taker, and she the victim. The thought irritated her to no end.
In this situation, she would take small victories where she could get them. She would take control of tiny aspects and maintain a feeling of dominance. Yolanda looked the man in the eye and gave a crooked smile, something she often did in other situations. A small apostrophe shaped mark appeared above the right corner of her mouth.
"Kiss me, then," She didn't ask, simply demanded in a quietly authoritative tone. "And I'll tell you whether you should have such a bragging right."
Yolanda gave the man a crooked smile. "Thanks for the advice," She paused as something dawned on her. "What's your name?"
She couldn't believe that she had forgotten to ask his name. It made her worry that the asylum was already starting to fry her brain and make her forget simple things - like asking the name of someone she was speaking to.
She wondered briefly how long it would take before she forgot all of the simple things. Would she forget her name? Her age? Where she was from? Yolanda grimaced as the thoughts flashed through her mind. She wouldn't let that happen. She wasn't crazy, not like some of the others here. She would get out, not simply resign herself to her imprisonment and forget everything.
Yolanda glanced down at herself briefly, having never considered that she could even pull off the 'sexy' look. It would be moreso difficult in these ill fitting clothes.
"Dit sal moeilik wees om,*" She muttered to herself before returning her attention to Daniel. "I'm not entirely sure that I've proven myself to be helpless so far. And, unless they're into Satanism, I'm perhaps not sexy, either."
[* It will be difficult].
Welcome! I love horror and thriller and all things spooky, so I think we'll get along. You'll have a lot of fun here.(:
Yolanda was clearly displeased with the prospect of having to behave herself. She had never been one to follow rules, especially from people whom she despised. The orderlies fell into that category. However, she wasn't stupid - she knew that if she didn't start to behave, she wouldn't be given the sparse privileges that the other patients were provided with.
"I won't hurt them," Yolanda replied finally, before adding, "Physically." She gave Daniel a smirk, dark eyes narrowing slightly.
Yolanda arched an eyebrow at Daniel's speech. "What do you think I've been doing? They don't even think that I can speak English," She rolled her eyes at that. "Shows how much of a background check they do on people before hauling them away."
She looked past Daniel then, over his shoulder. There were a few stray patients wandering around, clearly having no idea where they were or even who they are. Yolanda frowned a little; what had they done to deserve this place? She had only been here for a little over half an hour and she already found it to be a living hell.
She returned her attention to Daniel with a sigh. "Do you know how long they'll keep me in my room for? I at least want to have a look around."
Yolanda moved so that she was facing Daniel fully. They were now face-to-face, standing across from each other like friends - except for the fact there was a locked door seperating them.
"You don't look so bad. Maybe even handsome, if you did your hair." She smiled in a good natured way, clearly meaning no offense by her comment. Yolanda tapped one finger against the side of a bar, regarding how difficult it would be to break one. Impossible with only her bare hands.
Yolanda gave a short start at the sound of a new voice and looked up from fiddling with her clothes to see the man from before was now at the door, one hand gripping one of the bars. She looked at him curiously for a moment before walking over, dark eyes meeting his blue. She smiled a little at his dadk humour before leaning her head against the door, right by the bars.
"I can't feel pain," Yolanda replied, her accent prominent and tone filled with disgust. "They're sure it's a mental block or something. They're idiots."
She observed him for a few moments longer before continuing, "What about you? You don't seem very crazy. On the surface, at least."
Yolanda dried her hands on her jeans and wandered away from the sink pacing then turning around on her booted heel, already on edge and bored. There was a sound at the door and she glanced up, seeing an orderly tapping what appeared to be a nightstick against the bars. She backed away from the door and leaned against the opposite wall, taking a guess that that was protocol when a orderly entered a patient's room.
There was the sound of jangling keys and a lock turning with some difficulty before the door was opened and the man walked in accompanied by another, a bundle of clothes in one hand and the nightstick in the other. He walked slowly over to the bed and set down the clothes, which had a set of white canvas shoes on top.
"This is what you wear, got it?" The orderly spoke loudly and slowly, as if his words weren't lost in translation but Yolanda was merely hard of hearing. She had the urge to knee him right in his stomach. Yolanda resisted the urge.
"You change into these clothes, okay? Take off what you are wearing and wear these."
Yolanda grimaced. She knew being able to wear what she wanted would be out of the question. What self respecting hell hole would allow such a luxury? Looking at the orderly who had spoken, she made an expression of exaggerated understanding before walking over to the bed and turning away from the two as she pulled the singlet over her head.
Her tattoo could now be seen fully, only interrupted briefly by part of her bra. The battling angel and demon were more clear now, both equally bloody. One of the angel's wings appeared damaged as his body gushed with blood, hands gripping the arms of the demon, who in turn had a long cut running across his chest, the rest of his body covered in blood. A horn appeared to have been snapped off.
The reaching, shadowy hands gripped the ankle of the angel, perhaps attempting to hinder him, while others still seemed to try and hold up the demon as flames roared up the sides. One of the orderlies made a sound, a cross between a noise of admiration and disgust.
"This one is completely fucked up. She's probably been speaking straight Devil language this whole time."
Yolanda, still facing away, rolled her eyes. She put on a plain white shirt that was a little big for her before slipping off her boots and jeans, replacing them with white pants and the canvas shoes. The orderlies collected her things, one watching her as the other opened the door. They stepped out and there was the sound of the door being locked before there was once again silence.
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