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Fair, I'd assume we'd have hella manpower (and legal action).
Loving the Chloe Price vibes. I thought that fandom died with the new characters honestly, glad to be mistaken. Looking forward to a roleplay with you!
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Loving the Chloe Price vibes. I thought that fandom died with the new characters honestly, glad to be mistaken. Looking forward to a roleplay with you!
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BIG THANK AAA.!! (I don't know how to respond to being screamed at I hope this suffices)
Just to be clear, "Blackwell Academy of the internet" doesn't include rapey photography teachers, right?
Jeez I hope not lmao, but if there is we'll be ready to kick his ass. No Jeffersons in this blessed website, nope.
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AHEM LIFE IS STRANGE??? JOJI????? TWENTY ONE PILOTS??????
Greetings @afycso. Welcome to RPG, aka the Blackwell Academy of the internet. Make yourself right at home!
Greetings @afycso. Welcome to RPG, aka the Blackwell Academy of the internet. Make yourself right at home!
Keith was slowly retracing his steps away from the water in fear, but as soon as he heard the other move about, frantically searching for whatever supposedly hurt him in the water, his heart swelled. It felt weird. Very weird, to watch someone race to his aid. Foreign, yet familiar. It brought happy memories to him, memories when he wasn't alone. When he was still being cared for, and he could almost swear the fear was forgotten completely. Instead, he just felt warm in his chest, a small blush creeping up onto his cheeks.
Maybe it felt alright to watch someone protect you. Maybe it didn't make you any weaker to be protected by someone. Maybe he needed to learn that lesson sooner, before he always berated his father for wanting to keep him safe. Maybe his mother too. He couldn't remember. But while he felt good, he also feel guilty. He always screamed at them to stop treating him like a child, but perhaps he should have known better.
But, soon words crept into Keith's mind. Words that upset him.
Shiro was blaming himself.
That was the last thing he wanted. Ever. So far, the merman was nothing less than kind and patient with him. Incredibly patient that he wondered if he'd ever run out of patience. He didn't want him to feel upset and--
Did he just say his name? Accurately this time? That's why the sentence struck him deep. The name sounded like a wave, an omen for things to come, and it sounded amazing. Like it was out of a dream, a memory. Which is exactly what drove him to do what he did, without a thought.
He approached the merman, gently placing his hands on his neck and jawline to slowly raise his face up to him, look him in those beautiful, beautiful eyes. "Not your fault.." he tried to say, shaking his head as he felt the rough skin under his fingertips, but he didn't care. As long as he was touching Shiro, it didn't matter. "Watch me," he gestured with his eyes, pointing at them before releasing his hold slowly, looking back at the merman from over his shoulder before he entered further in. Breath hitched, heart beating quickly.
Don't be afraid, Keith..
Came a whisper in his mind, from another time. And before he even realized it, he was knees deep in the water. He couldn't move any farther, and his legs felt like they burned. Was water supposed to even feel that way?
Maybe it felt alright to watch someone protect you. Maybe it didn't make you any weaker to be protected by someone. Maybe he needed to learn that lesson sooner, before he always berated his father for wanting to keep him safe. Maybe his mother too. He couldn't remember. But while he felt good, he also feel guilty. He always screamed at them to stop treating him like a child, but perhaps he should have known better.
But, soon words crept into Keith's mind. Words that upset him.
Shiro was blaming himself.
That was the last thing he wanted. Ever. So far, the merman was nothing less than kind and patient with him. Incredibly patient that he wondered if he'd ever run out of patience. He didn't want him to feel upset and--
Did he just say his name? Accurately this time? That's why the sentence struck him deep. The name sounded like a wave, an omen for things to come, and it sounded amazing. Like it was out of a dream, a memory. Which is exactly what drove him to do what he did, without a thought.
He approached the merman, gently placing his hands on his neck and jawline to slowly raise his face up to him, look him in those beautiful, beautiful eyes. "Not your fault.." he tried to say, shaking his head as he felt the rough skin under his fingertips, but he didn't care. As long as he was touching Shiro, it didn't matter. "Watch me," he gestured with his eyes, pointing at them before releasing his hold slowly, looking back at the merman from over his shoulder before he entered further in. Breath hitched, heart beating quickly.
Don't be afraid, Keith..
Came a whisper in his mind, from another time. And before he even realized it, he was knees deep in the water. He couldn't move any farther, and his legs felt like they burned. Was water supposed to even feel that way?
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Welcome to the Guild, @Walking Paradox. Make yourself right at home! Love your username.
Perhaps we can try our hand at a roleplay sometime ^^
Perhaps we can try our hand at a roleplay sometime ^^
Once again, the man watched intently, and the moment he began to understand what the merman was trying to tell him, his expression changed. The relaxed smile from before disappeared and was replaced by an uncertain frown and a weak shake of his head, crossing his arms in slight hesitation as he stared at the water in front of him. "No, I.." he tried to describe how much he hated the water, how far away from it he wanted to stay, but he couldn't find enough words. He just stared at the waves for a second before sighing.
"Fine. Just-just one foot," he told himself as he turned around, began to walk over to the shore and took in a deep breath, once again anxiety creeping up into his heart. It was like something repulsed him away from the water, but brought him closer at the same time, wished he approached. He didn't know which to listen to, but he hoped Shiro would be there. Guide him until he can guide himself. At least he agreed on letting him go near the water at all, and he realized he might have convinced him about the boat.
But, Keith realized, he was talking about a boat. A boat he would use to swim through the water, not his own body.
He sighed, cursing under his breath once he reached the water sooner than he expected and, closing his eyes a little, he boldly entered the water with one leg. The surprisingly cold and dark water engulfed him in seconds, and he almost just shot his leg back and ran away from the whole situation, but he chewed on his lower lip and persevered. Tried to, at least, and let his hand clench into a fist, his nails digging into his skin.
But then quickly, it felt like a spark of electricity took over the leg that was in the water and he gasped, jumping back in fear. What the fuck was that? He never felt that before, and it left him with wide eyes and newfound desire to just escape the beach altogether.
"Fine. Just-just one foot," he told himself as he turned around, began to walk over to the shore and took in a deep breath, once again anxiety creeping up into his heart. It was like something repulsed him away from the water, but brought him closer at the same time, wished he approached. He didn't know which to listen to, but he hoped Shiro would be there. Guide him until he can guide himself. At least he agreed on letting him go near the water at all, and he realized he might have convinced him about the boat.
But, Keith realized, he was talking about a boat. A boat he would use to swim through the water, not his own body.
He sighed, cursing under his breath once he reached the water sooner than he expected and, closing his eyes a little, he boldly entered the water with one leg. The surprisingly cold and dark water engulfed him in seconds, and he almost just shot his leg back and ran away from the whole situation, but he chewed on his lower lip and persevered. Tried to, at least, and let his hand clench into a fist, his nails digging into his skin.
But then quickly, it felt like a spark of electricity took over the leg that was in the water and he gasped, jumping back in fear. What the fuck was that? He never felt that before, and it left him with wide eyes and newfound desire to just escape the beach altogether.
Keith followed the hand on his own hand, and the pointing towards the calm waves that crashed through the sea, then the vigorous head shaking and raised a brow. Why not? Yes, he was scared of the ocean - and everything about it - but. He didn't know. He just wanted a change from this usual daily, tantalizingly slow and boring routine. It was a chance to start over, overcome his fears, and Keith expected the merman to support him. But he could understand where the concern came from; he was openly scared of the water and he knew how obvious he showcased this fear.
"Shiro," he began, giving him yet another squeeze of his hand. Perhaps as a way to charm him into supporting his decision, or just because he welcomed the feeling of his skin against his own no matter how rough or morbidly foreign. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more ethereal the presence of this man in front of him became. He was even showing concern for him, as crazy as that was. He still couldn't believe what was so special about his life after all, but he preferred not to think about that thought now.
He placed his other hand on Shiro's for further comfort, and smiled a bit, giving a nod. Trust me, he was trying to say. He pointed to himself, and gave a gesture of a thumbs up, wondering if the merman understood what that movement meant. I'll be okay, he meant. But he wasn't sure himself. He wanted to try to sail, but had no idea where to start. The whole idea of being so close to the water was scary, but again, it felt like a siren was calling him. Someone from his past, perhaps?
"Shiro," he began, giving him yet another squeeze of his hand. Perhaps as a way to charm him into supporting his decision, or just because he welcomed the feeling of his skin against his own no matter how rough or morbidly foreign. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more ethereal the presence of this man in front of him became. He was even showing concern for him, as crazy as that was. He still couldn't believe what was so special about his life after all, but he preferred not to think about that thought now.
He placed his other hand on Shiro's for further comfort, and smiled a bit, giving a nod. Trust me, he was trying to say. He pointed to himself, and gave a gesture of a thumbs up, wondering if the merman understood what that movement meant. I'll be okay, he meant. But he wasn't sure himself. He wanted to try to sail, but had no idea where to start. The whole idea of being so close to the water was scary, but again, it felt like a siren was calling him. Someone from his past, perhaps?
The merman was so much more comfortable around him than the night before, and he was greeted by yet another mispronunciation of his name that made his heart swell in his chest. It was adorable seeing him settle with 'Keys', and the boy realized he hardly minded when he was so busy taking in the creature's clearer figure in the sunlight. He looked so powerful with the sun behind him, like he was a hero that saved the world from impending doom, and for a moment Keith thought it was a sight worth capturing. But unfortunately, his camera was under his bed, collecting the dust.
Looks like he got another motivation for something else, because of Shiro. That stupidly handsome merman.
He looked like he had something to say. Keith learned how to tell. The creature always either looked down or at the beach for ideas, and usually his ideas were smart, so he waited for him until he took his hand and pointed at the boat. The touch brought him back to the night before for a flash of a second, and he couldn't help but smile a bit and give him a small, playful squeeze. "Mhm," he nodded with a hum, placing his own hand in the water and imitating a boat sailing through the water before he pointed at himself, hit two index fingers from each hand together, then pointed at Shiro. 'You and me, journeys on my boat.' was something along the ways of what he meant by his gestures.
He wanted to get more into it, describe other things about his boat, but he ran short of any other methods of expression. He was sure that both he and the merman didn't understand sign language, and he could swear there was a way he could communicate with Shiro, but he wasn't able to gather the ability to. It was like a flash, came to him one minute then left the next, before he could get used to it. But he settled with that for now, and hoped Shiro understood him clearly.
Looks like he got another motivation for something else, because of Shiro. That stupidly handsome merman.
He looked like he had something to say. Keith learned how to tell. The creature always either looked down or at the beach for ideas, and usually his ideas were smart, so he waited for him until he took his hand and pointed at the boat. The touch brought him back to the night before for a flash of a second, and he couldn't help but smile a bit and give him a small, playful squeeze. "Mhm," he nodded with a hum, placing his own hand in the water and imitating a boat sailing through the water before he pointed at himself, hit two index fingers from each hand together, then pointed at Shiro. 'You and me, journeys on my boat.' was something along the ways of what he meant by his gestures.
He wanted to get more into it, describe other things about his boat, but he ran short of any other methods of expression. He was sure that both he and the merman didn't understand sign language, and he could swear there was a way he could communicate with Shiro, but he wasn't able to gather the ability to. It was like a flash, came to him one minute then left the next, before he could get used to it. But he settled with that for now, and hoped Shiro understood him clearly.
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