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1 day ago
Current People showing interest and then ghosting me is as annoying as ever
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9 days ago
Growing tired, fresh from a shower, lofi music, and rain outside...if only i didnt still have dishes to do. Damn.
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12 days ago
i keep some really bad hours, anyone up right now?
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12 days ago
I limit myself to 1x1 so that if something happens, I dont disrupt a bunch of people all at once
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1 mo ago
you can also look into setting up a bat house
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Bio

Im a General Science Major, 23 years old. 24 year old going for a welding certificate at my local community college. I graduated :)

My dreams include making a difference in the world, creating an eden like food forest, and being a mom.

My most official website is: crawkid.wordpress.com

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RP INFO

Ok, here's the thing. I'm tired of scouring the interest checks for just the right partner. So I figured I'm gunna add a little plug in here for all to see!

I am collecting rp buddies because I wanna have myself a craving, and be able to feed said craving (without driving my boyfriend nuts). Its faster to have a group of friends at hand that I can brainstorm with, then edit my interest check and wait....possibly lose my craving and move onto something else.

So here are some things you need to know about me!

Common genres: adventure, modern fantasy, classic fantasy, dark fantasy, soulmate stuffs, romance
Things I don't really like to play: zombie apocolypse, slice of life, canon fandom stuff, pokemon?

Zombie: I just find it...repetitious and without a real goal?

Slice of life: I don't want to roleplay vanilla human lives. I have one of my own, and rp is my escape from that.

Canon fandom: lots of times, I have no idea what Im doing XD

Pokemon: Well...I like pokemon (up to a point) but...I always wonder about the mechanics. I dont want to pay attention to stats, and I dont want to focus on 'catching them all'

I do MxM and MxF. I would do FxF if it was alluring to me, but its not.

Now that that's out of the way, the sticking parts:

I would prefer RPing here in threads, or switching to discord, where I am much more accessable. I dont know if you've seen my profile, but i have a terrible habit of drifting off for long periods.

I will NOT guarantee a post a day, every 2 days, every week, or hell even every month. I will post what I can, and when I can. I'm 25 years old and damn it, I got adulting to do! Sometimes, I don't even do my duty to tell you if I'm going to disappear. Why? because something came up, I'm in a slump that lasts longer than I think it is, or I found something shiny and new and just have my head stuck in the computer. ADHD. ANd ADHD is why I say that my partners here should get ahold of me on discord, i am also crawkid there too.

Days fly by for me.

I need someone who is patient and understanding of this nature of mine, while still looking forward to rping with me. (I do try!)

If you're still here after all that, congrats, you're a rare breed.

I know I said that I will post what I can and when I can...but I do tend to give each post a good amount of thought. Still, if you find that my posts are getting smaller and smaller, don't be afraid to talk to me about it.

Also, I like rp partners who get excited about brainstorming, and who want to try new flavors and pairings. I want YOUR thoughts, and I LOVE it when we're in the middle of an rp and suddenly you decide this side character that was you main's uncle gets bitten by the vampire queen and...I dunno...but its sudden and interesting! AND you can bet I'll want to shove my own sudden and interesting plot twists in there too! (but of course one that'll make sense) This...makes it feel alive, and I love it so so much. :3

I just don't want to be forced to come up with every detail, plan everything out, beg you for ideas, and then have you flake out because its all 'my rp' and you lost interest in it 3 days in. Had it happen. If you're that person, sorry, that's boring. I don't WANT responsibility for everything. If I did, I'd be writing a book, not seeking a cooperative narrative with a stranger that might be on the other side of the planet.

Most Recent Posts

She blinked, once again confused. How can they change hair color? Was it really easier than cutting it? Why did she feel like it was important that he changed how he looked? Absentmindedly, one of her hands went up to touch her hair, and she found that it felt curly. She had changed her hair from its natural state too...but why?

She decided to shrug it off...Connor seemed happy. But then, she felt like he loved her...so it must have hurt him badly when she didn't recognize him. She blinked as he offered to relay the question and she smiled, shaking her head slowly. "No...it is the kind of question one asks in person." she told him, and left it at that. Her eyes traveled to the bed, feeling her tiredness take a grasp of her now that it was mentioned.

"May I rest with you? or would that be unwise?" she asked him, looking into his face again, feeling a bit more familiar with it.
She nodded, almost to herself, "Okay...so that is your name..."

She watched him stand up and take her hands, soon becoming sucked into his eyes, and finding it hard to maintain her previous train of thought. "I wanted...to um...ask him...a..a..question" She said quietly, still being caught in his eyes. She stepped closer to him, finding that she desperately anted to just kiss him...but then his hair fell into his eyes and she blinked before smiling a little more familiarly and with love as she reached up with a sigh and brushed his hair away, "I'm glad you didn't end up cutting that.."
She only snapped out of it and stopped licking the cup to death when she head the door close. She looked over at the door suddenly before noticing that the older one had left. Then she looked over at Conner, who was looking back at her...before looking down at the cup. For someone who said they didn't want to enjoy it, the cup was looking pretty clean. Almost with a sense of embarassment, she set it down and slowly walked over to him. She might have looked like she was trying to remember something at the very back of her mind, "....connor...?" she asked tentively, unsure if that was his name.
She found herself looking from Connor to Marl, a look of horror overcoming her face as he spoke about her killing people and him killing her. her eyes and attention, though still have a hint of fear, looked over at Connor as he smacked the older gentleman (*cough*)and it dissipated a bit as she watched him.

The image was a bit clearer now to her. The young one loved her, but the old one hated her. She wondered if she did anything to him as she looked down at the cup of blood and swallowed again. She wasn't sure how to go about drinking blood for the first time..or,apparently, the first time she remembered. Eventually, she dipped her finger into it and touched it on the lip of the cup. One more moment's hesitation, and she licked the spot.

that one lick lead to another and then a sip, and several more, before she found herself drinking it down like water. Even after the most of it was gone, and she was caught in the vampiric feeding mindset, she licked her finger which she had dipped, and then returned to the cup, slowly licking the inside rim and savoring it.
Elizabeth looked at him as he came to her the first time and then watched him all the way until he handed her a cup. She blinked and took it, holding the cup of warm blood between her hands on her her lap. She sniffed it slightly, out of curiosity. "So this is...blood...in a cup..." she stated quietly, seeming hesitant as she sniffed the air above it again.
It smelled good, but she chalked that up to being a vampire. Using that logic, it should taste good too...but she didn't move from staring it down, swallowing nervously as she felt a thirst grow in her, and her teeth lengthening on their own.

"Only be sure that thou eat not the blood: for the blood is the life, and thou mayest not eat the life with the flesh..." she recited to herself, under her breath.

"...I'm sure it tastes good.." she said quietly, though loud enough so as to make sure they could hear her. She swallowed again,"...to my kind..."

She looked at Connor, avoiding Marl's gaze, still feeling as if it was that of her father. She looks a bit sad and the smallest hint of desperation. Her hands tightened around the cup, "but I do not wish to take pleasure in it."
Her headache seemed to persist, even as Marl explained that he was not, in fact, her father. It got so bad for her that she had to find a place to sit down and hold her head.

When Connor started joking about her being part of Marl's family, though, she laughed a bit through the pain. "I wouldn't think it good to joke about his family..." she peeked at him through her fingers, smiling a it. "Considering that it might be true."

She looked back at marl though, and she returned to silence, obviously still in headache based pain.
She smiled slightly, still enjoying the romanticism as he explained further about their odd, week long relationship. She looked down shyly again as he said he'd do anything for her, "Oh, stop." she giggled. After that though, it seemed to be more about her lack of humanity and that they were looking to cure it. She was beyond glad to hear this, though she was distracted a bit by how much he looked around, as if something was going to jump out...well she supposed something could...something that wasn't human..

She quietly followed him and walked past him into the room, where upon she saw Marl and her eyes flew wide open,her body stiffening. "Father?" she asked quietly, disbelieving. "but..but...how?"

She shook head a bit and took a few steps back, grimacing slightly, as if taken with a sudden bad headache.
She silently took the pill, swallowing it quickly before starting to slowly rub on the sunscreen. What ever works, she thought as she followed him.

"A kiss by the lake. It sounds most romantic...you must have made some sort of impression on me, but you do seem quite gentlemanly, so that could be a good portion of it.'"

She daydreamed most girlishly about a sunset on the horizon of a lake and the slow leaning in for a kiss. yes, that sounded like her if she knew herself at all. But three hundred years, she wondered how she would have changed during that tie..and how such a world that had these strange vehicles of metal that ran on oil like a lamp had changed. At the very least, they still had proper settings for good old fashioned romanticism.
No, it was just getting light. No cars were coming or going anywhere in this town. When she figured it was safe, she stepped onto the road, noting how solid it was copared to th coddle stone she was used to. She also looked at the lights that were still on but -most notable to her, were the cars parked in front of the hotle. "Wow...what are those things? I see no stables, would they be transportation? How would they run?"

yeah...note to Connor...not even steam power was available 300 years ago.

She blinked as she looked at him, immediately putting an end to her questions. "maybe it would be best if i asked about us." she said, looking down shyly. "How long have you known me? And how long did you want to kiss me, or have been?"
What he was saying wasn't making much sense to her, and she didn't have much time to think it over when he started moving in on her. She knew right away why he was doing so, and stiffened. Once they connected though, she felt a warmth in her and she relaxed, gently returning the kiss...and then more...and the more. Luckily she hadn't gotten too wild with it when she seperated, but it did give her time (and incentive) to contemplate and mildly accept what he had said before.

"That is a very nice kiss, sir...Most different than I was expecting...now, could you help a lady up? I no longer want to wallow on the cold, hard ground."

She more firmly held onto his hand now,prepared to be lifted to her feet. "And I want to see what is around in 300 years.."

Yeah, her accent was still there, and she still held no memory of anything...but that kiss had definitely been Elizabeth.
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