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7 yrs ago
Current taking a break from rping for a little while. i'll be back soon enough but i really need to work on my mental health. hope everyone understands sorry
7 yrs ago
@Mae saaaaaaame
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7 yrs ago
i was literally up all night and i just realized i could have written posts during that time fuck i straight up just read fanfiction and cried for like 6 hours
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7 yrs ago
saw thor ragnarok the other day and now i really want to do a Sakaar rp but i caaaaaaaan't
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7 yrs ago
sorry in advance to anyone i'm rping with if my posts are slow/kinda bad, my brain isn't working right lately i'm kind of a mess bleh (シ_ _)シ

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enjoy the notes i've got on my character for this
i'm definitely in! stand powers are my jam

❣ Pepper Steak - Alias Conrad Coldwood ❣




The show was definitely a good time. Mieke had been quietly clapping and even occasionally letting out a little “Woo,” which was her version of cheering and screaming. Thankfully, nothing horrifying had happened yet. Hopefully it would stay that way. Stunts had never exactly been her thing, but she was genuinely enjoying the show.

Her heart jumped a little at the mention of audience participation. Despite how incredibly unlikely she was to be chosen, she always tried her hardest to disappear into the background so nobody would notice and potentially choose her.

Once the spotlight stopped, it took a moment for Mieke to realize that it had stopped right over her.

“Oh. Ohhh. Oh no. Oh goodness oh no. Oh no uh oh oh no.”

Her soft protests were drowned out by the cheering crowd. Hesitating, she felt tears build up behind her eyes, but she held them back. Crying while so many people’s attention was focused on her was a scenario she had literally had nightmares about.

She shakily stood up and debated between going up to the stage and just fleeing out of the building. Her reluctance to disrupt the show won out, and she made her way to the front of the audience. The people she passed would be able to hear a high-pitched whine that continued until she was face to face with the performers.

“Nnnghh hello,” she squeaked, then covered her mouth in shame. Nice going, Mieke. Not awkward in the slightest.

❣ Tennis Court - Lorde ❣




If Mieke hadn’t already been tense (trying to follow people through thick crowds is hard, alright?), she absolutely wouldn’t have made the embarrassing squeaky noise she did when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She definitely wouldn’t have; no one can prove anything. She turned around to face the person who had approached her, and saw a man who intimidated her more them a little.

When he asked her about her hair, though, all traces of discomfort left and her face broke out in a beaming smile. She took quite a bit of pride in her hair; it was hard to take care of, so hearing that her efforts paid off never failed to make her happy.

Before she could respond, Leonard came to her defense, very politely telling the guy off for touching her.

“I-it’s okay, don’t worry!” she looked back to the stranger, “Thank you so much! It’s just a store-bought dye, nothing really fancy. It helps that my natural color is really light, so I don’t have to use bleach.”


Wearing: X | Location: Forest


“Well, I can’t really cast spells myself. It’s just what a familiar does, really; I don’t exactly question it,” Skye shrugged.

It looked like Scythe-guy could shapeshift as well; though much more freely. Skye flinched a little as the man scratched down a tree trunk, showing off his power.

“Yeah, I can’t do anything like that…”

To demonstrate, he poofed into the shape of a crow. He fluttered down to the ground, then turned back to human.

“That’s basically the extent of it. Also, I can talk to animals, which is nice. Crows are really cool.”


Wearing: X | Location: Forest


“So you guys are, like, from another world? That’s, uh… wild.”

Logically, this wasn’t much of a stretch. He met magic users constantly; he just turned into a possum a few minutes ago! Alternate universes shouldn’t have surprised him, but here he was, completely flummoxed.

“Well, if it helps at all, my name’s Skye and I’m a familiar. I can, uh, turn into animals and eventually I’m going to work for a magic user and make their spells more powerful.”

He didn’t know if his identity would be of any use to them, but at least it was something.
i'm interested!


Wearing: X | Location: Forest


And yet another person interjected into the situation, this time an intimidating-looking woman with glowing eyes. Okay, sure. Party in the woods, good times. Skye just stopped trying to make sense of anything that was happening around him; it was just making him anxious.

At least he wasn’t the only one who was confused. The ax-guy seemed to be lost as well. Of course, his first response was to try to kill a guy. Skye definitely couldn’t relate to that.

Scythe-guy wasn’t any better in that regard. What’s up with these people that murder is their go-to solution to things?

“Let’s, uh, maybe not kill anyone though?”


Wearing: X | Location: Forest


Skye looked down, hiding in his oversized hoodie. “Sorry…” he mumbled, pulling his hood over his head.

He should leave. He should just turn around and go home. Try to climb through his window as quietly as possible and hope his parents don’t ask him where he’s been.

But his legs just wouldn’t move.


Wearing: X | Location: Forest


Skye stood up, watching the situation start to heat up again. He wanted to speak up and try to help defuse things, but he was worried about what might happen.

Well, screw it. “Um, why are you even fighting in the first place? Maybe if you just talked, you wouldn’t have to fight…”
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