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Hey! I'm Sophie and I mostly prefer 1x1s. I love to talk and make friends, so if you ever feel like talking for whatever reason I'm totally chill with that. :) Have a fantastic day and thanks for reading. :)

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In "I Love You, Handsome" (MxM) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
I think this is a really interesting idea, and I like all the directions it could go in. If you'd be interested, I'd love to join you in writing this.
In Sworn By Their Swords → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
A small, grateful smile touched her lips and her eyes softened. “Thank you, Melissa. I needed that.” Suddenly overtaken by a strange new urge, Alice pulled Melissa into an embrace. Unbeknownst to her, small wisps of pink and purple and white floated around them. Pretty, sure, but even if she could recreate it in battle, it would serve little purpose other than alerting the enemy of their position. That would work against their cause. Or would it..? Either way, Alice was not aware of these wisps, and obviously had no conscious control over them. Still, it was a start, and hope of some possibility of improvement. At least the ability hadn’t died or expired or something. What a pity that would have been. What an incredible pity. When Alice pulled away, the wisps abruptly dissipated into the air. “Okay. So…” She closed her eyes and thought of snow. Yes, white flakes falling from the sky. Though the air was still, she thought she felt a breeze and suddenly opened her eyes. Not a flake had fallen. Visibly deflating, she sighed and racked her brain for memories from when she could use magic. Of course, nothing came up because she’d been asleep. Frustration built within her, and her brow creased with determination. One bead of sweat budded at her temple as she tried more and more thought exercises, all of them fruitless. Clenching her fist in anger, Alice ground her teeth. She felt the bubbles of anger threatening to overflow. The compounded anger, frustration, dread, guilt, regret, and fear from years past exploded within her and she let out a yell, a primal scream. With that scream came a burst of light. Red, orange, black, grey, gold, white. It only lasted a second or two, but it was enough that Alice faltered when it was over. Her mouth hung open, though no sound escaped her lungs. Eventually, she found it within herself to make a tiny squeak. “Wow.”
In Some Ideas Slapped Together → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
This... This is a fantastic idea. I love it. Very interested, if you'd have me.
In Sworn By Their Swords → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
That's alright. I'm sure I'll find something to clean. XD
In Sworn By Their Swords → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Thank you so much for being so understanding! I'd love to continue! That goes for Bonds of Gilded Steel as well, I just didn't want to be too redundant and post the same apology in two places.
In Sworn By Their Swords → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
I AM SO SORRY! That was such a long delay! I had those posts sitting in my google docs for a long time and I couldn't even post them because whenever I went to do it, it was a high-traffic time and the guild was down. I can't stress enough how sorry I am that I just dropped off the face of the Earth. I understand if you've lost interest or just don't want to RP with me anymore, but I just thought I'd put those up because it's been so long.
In Bonds of Guilded Steel → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
“Sick? Probably. We all are, though, in one way or another.” She straightened, her face close to Sable’s. Titania was aware of the hotness of her breath and the purple circles signalling fatigue. She was aware of the other girl’s smell and saw the intricacies of her strange eyes. The princess had always had a child-like fascination about the world around her, and found other people particularly fascinating. Especially cadavers. From a young age, her favorite color had always been red and she’d never been squeamish. Originally people though it was just because she was a natural-born medic, but as the years passed, they noticed that nothing could have been farther from the truth. Indeed, her drug was inflicting pain, not alleviating it. “You know, it’s really rather funny that you would say that. I mean, with a profession like yours, you really must find some solace in some morbid thing too. Otherwise...well… I just don’t understand you. How could such a capable girl such as you,” she turned and stalked away, seeming caught up in her line of rhetorics, “turn to such a depraved lifestyle. Me? Sure. You know how politics is. And politicians. We’re all horrible, horrible people. Some are greedy. Some are adulterers. And some are sadists. But we only do it to survive. Otherwise, who could lead? Saints aren’t shrewd enough. Sages are too shrewd. “Anyway, I just don’t understand why someone who could have easily escaped unscathed from this life would choose it over a better one. What happened to you? Did you hit your head? Mother drop you perhaps..?” Her thoughts were interrupted by a small, mouse-like man bursting through the door, looking a mix of confused and afraid, but not due to the princess’ interrogation. “Pardon me, Your Highness!” “Get on with it, swine!” Just like that, Titania’s tone switched from affectionate, gentle prodding to aggressive, angry sneering. “I have just received word that your father died last night in bed. His last will was to make you his successor. Your coronation should take place soon.” “I see. Well it’s about time the old prune croaked. Go on now. That’s all you had to say, isn’t it?” she growled animalistically. “Y-yes, Majesty.” With a bow and a scurry, the man was gone and Titania’s posture changed as she was overtaken with sinister laughter. “That old man. You would have liked him, I think. You two were similar. Both naive fools, but with good intentions. Well now you know where that gets you, right? Dead. What a pity.” The soon-to-be-queen turned back to Sable, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “Don’t you think it’s a pity that I’m in power and you’re not? Don’t you think it’s a pity that the world isn’t fair? Don’t you think it’s a pity that people like me live and people like you die?”
In Sworn By Their Swords → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
“Your sword? Well let’s not bother with that now. I’ve already been preliminarily trained with a weapon. Admittedly, I’m not too terribly skilled, but it won’t take long to remind me of my previous training.” “Why don’t we try to get some magic out of me? I remember as a child I used to cause small trinkets to levitate in my sleep, and my parents forbade me from magical training for fear that I would be too weak of will to control it, but there’s nothing like an oncoming attack to strengthen one’s resolve.” A small smile touched her features. She tried remembering how to do the whole magic thing, but it wasn’t working as planned. Well, she didn’t really know what she’d been expecting. Honestly, after several years of repressing it to oblivion, it’d be a miracle if she’d been able to do even the simplest thing. Yes, it would take some work to remove the block placed within her years ago. “Okay. So what’s step one? What do I have to do to reactivate this...thing?” she asked, motioning vaguely to herself. “Is there a little gremlin living within me that I have to appease or do I have to do a funny dance? There has to be something.” In her heart of hearts, Alice knew that she was also a bit frustrated by her inability and distracted by previous events. That wasn’t exactly helping her cause. “I just… I feel so useless. I sit up there in my tower and sign things but how much of that actually matters? How many people am I actually helping? And then I go and enrage a powerful warlord from a place I’ve hardly heard of and I can’t even help in the battle.” A pause. “I’m such a sentimental fool. Forgive me,” she muttered, shaking her head and pausing again before taking a deep breath and looking up to meet Melissa’s eyes. “Alright. Now that that’s out of my system, let’s get to work!”
In Sworn By Their Swords → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
“That’s alright. Don’t worry about it. What you do remember is very helpful.”

Alice ran her hands through her hair. It was so cumbersome at times. Twisting her golden locks, she wrapped and twisted them into a tight bun against her head, tucking the end into the middle to keep it fixed.

The moon was high in the sky and the sky was pitch-black, the stars covered with clouds. Indeed, a storm was coming, and it would not be a mere refreshment, but a struggle between elements. Lightning and rain. Life and death. Peace and war. Crescentia was doomed. Out-numbered and dumb compared to the Ultimatum. Still, certain death was no match for reckless optimism.

“We’ll need to change our whole strategy,” the blonde muttered to herself. “Fight fire with fire. It’s the only way to go.”

She found the flint and fire striker and lit a candle in a candlestick holder. Once it was alight, she poured water on the fire burning to illuminate the room and carefully picked up the candlestick holder and started out of the room, beckoning Melissa to follow her into the darkness.

Walking slowly down the halls, she went down and down and down until they reached the courtyard, a large and expansive garden in the middle of the castle, with a stone space in the middle with benches to relax on. Alice meandered to the center and placed the candle on the bench.

“Will you teach me how to fight? I want to be useful against the Ultimatum.”
In Bonds of Guilded Steel → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Some people were greedy for bronze, silver, and gold. Some valued rubies and sapphires and emeralds. Some even measured their happiness in friendship. Others still were not so virtuous, blinded by crimson bloodlust and cruelty. Titania was one of these.

Her knife was sharp and clean of residue from past experiences, though some blood was crusted onto the junction of the blade and the hilt. She was no rookie with a knife. The more honorable sword was foreign to her, but pain was her forte. Inflicting it, anyway.

“I don’t want to hurt you too much, see. And make sure to tell me if you feel light-headed or dizzy. Wouldn’t want you dying on me now.” Her smile was sick, spreading all across her interested face. She’d always been interested in the human body, and the opportunity to learn more about how it worked was getting her excited.

The princess knelt down before Sable and pulled her dress up a bit, resting the cold metal against her shin without breaking the skin. It gave a little, and Titania cocked her head, completely interested.

“Tell me, buttercup, how that sword of yours works. And where did you get it?”

She brought it up the skin, making it red and burning. The princess noted this and made a small cut on the redness. It bled a good amount, though the cut itself was almost impossibly small.

“You have beautiful blood, dewdrop. Really beautiful. I’m glad you do. People with ugly blood are just no fun. I’m sorry for marking your skin, though. It really is a shame that you chose this life. Oh well. At least I can study you. Living people are more entertaining.”

Running her thumb over the cut, she watched it get tinged with scarlet. She brought her thumb to her lips and licked the blood off.

“Mm. That’s good. Nice and sweet.”

Titania stood and walked away from Sable, the knife still hanging loosely in her hand. She rolled her head around, smiling as it made a satisfying cracking sound. Stretching like a cat, a rumbling sound of pleasure erupted from her belly. Sitting pretty made her body just so tense. It was nice to relax and decompress.

“Ah. How are you, dollface? Need any water? Food? Tell me if you get tired. Wouldn’t want you sick down here, would I?”
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