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T/F: Riding a cowboy is more fun than riding said steed.
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I've been roleplaying since I was 11 years old. Back then I wrote stories in notebooks with a friend, we passed them back and forth in and out of school whenever possible. My first online RP experience was when I was 13. To this day, I still chat with the guy who introduced me to the site, he's my best friend.
Both my interests and preferences widely vary, from original ideas and characters to fandoms and canon, in all sorts of genres. Please message me if you're curious and I'm happy to answer. I prefer to stick to PM and/or Discord (preferred) for roleplays, for several reasons that I'm glad to share!
Both my interests and preferences widely vary, from original ideas and characters to fandoms and canon, in all sorts of genres. Please message me if you're curious and I'm happy to answer. I prefer to stick to PM and/or Discord (preferred) for roleplays, for several reasons that I'm glad to share!
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>Since you've just partaken of the "ham" part, you are left with the "bush"
>Use this "bush" as a toupee', because you are bald and need hair for your next monster to run his fingers through.
>Use this "bush" as a toupee', because you are bald and need hair for your next monster to run his fingers through.
False, I wouldn't stop posting at all :p
T/F you want to get laid by a cactus tonight
Since no one answered that one ^^^
False. Laid, yes. By a cactus, no. Definitely no. The thing I would normally get laid by is over 2000 miles away.
T/F: You have, at one point, connected so deeply with a movie character that you have envisioned yourself as their best friend and/or love interest.
It was almost...scary when Alex calmed down then became adamant. He wasn't quite angry, but whatever I had said to him sparked a fire. I took a step backwards at the mention of You-Know-Who's name. Not that I hadn't heard it before, but I tended to avoid using it, myself. It made me feel...well...something like an itch that you couldn't scratch, because it was inside. Just that nagging sensation.
Stepping around Alex, I sat back down on the seat and picked up a pillow, wrapping my arms against it and holding it to my chest. I wasn't entirely sure what to say, so I sat there and stared between my vault and Alex for a minute.
"Alex...I want revenge too. Trust me, I do. But I don't want it like that, to just 'end' the pain and suffering by getting rid of the source. Then I'd feel worse. What I want to do, why I study and connive, it's for a purpose." I clutched the pillow tighter.
"Someday, I want that jerk - no, that BASTARD - to suffer. I want him to look back and to KNOW where he went wrong. Even if he doesn't regret everything, at least he will know that someone knew about his secrets and mistakes, know that he screwed his own life over," my voice was slightly elevated.
Dropping my eyes to the floor, I picked up my Vault and put it in my lap, casting the pillow aside. Faster than ever, I drew my wand and traced the intricate pattern to unlock it, casting a summoning charm into the depths. Three small frames landed in my palm. I sat them on the other side of the loveseat, since Alex was still standing up.
"Engorgio," I said, pointing my wand at the items. When they grew to full size, they appeared to be pictures.
"These, Alex, are all I have to remember why I want to fight." I held up the first one. "This one, at their wedding, I suppose my father was light and charming, because she really does appear happy." Then the second one. "This one, was shortly after they were married I'm assuming. Look at the change! She's...empty." Finally, the third one. "And this...was right before she had me. You can see misery all over her face, all over the way that she is sitting. She's almost...vengeful but afraid."
I took another deep breath. "Reducio," I said, shrinking the pictures once more. I put them back in the mini-chest, where I kept them safe. I kept my vault open, however.
"I want him to live the rest of his life as miserable as I have had to live mine knowing what he did. I'm not out to kill people, Alex. Just to make them see what they did and make them live with it. What they choose to do after that is not my problem," I said. I motioned him over to sit down.
"As for you," I said, motioning to the open chest in my lap, "You should do the same thing. Study, look for clues, and someday, when you know who did these atrocious things, you make them PAY for it. They can't pay if they're dead."
Without a word, I summoned the book he'd been interested in earlier, about Fiendfyre. Increasing it's size to normal, I set it in his lap, a wordless encouragement.
Stepping around Alex, I sat back down on the seat and picked up a pillow, wrapping my arms against it and holding it to my chest. I wasn't entirely sure what to say, so I sat there and stared between my vault and Alex for a minute.
"Alex...I want revenge too. Trust me, I do. But I don't want it like that, to just 'end' the pain and suffering by getting rid of the source. Then I'd feel worse. What I want to do, why I study and connive, it's for a purpose." I clutched the pillow tighter.
"Someday, I want that jerk - no, that BASTARD - to suffer. I want him to look back and to KNOW where he went wrong. Even if he doesn't regret everything, at least he will know that someone knew about his secrets and mistakes, know that he screwed his own life over," my voice was slightly elevated.
Dropping my eyes to the floor, I picked up my Vault and put it in my lap, casting the pillow aside. Faster than ever, I drew my wand and traced the intricate pattern to unlock it, casting a summoning charm into the depths. Three small frames landed in my palm. I sat them on the other side of the loveseat, since Alex was still standing up.
"Engorgio," I said, pointing my wand at the items. When they grew to full size, they appeared to be pictures.
"These, Alex, are all I have to remember why I want to fight." I held up the first one. "This one, at their wedding, I suppose my father was light and charming, because she really does appear happy." Then the second one. "This one, was shortly after they were married I'm assuming. Look at the change! She's...empty." Finally, the third one. "And this...was right before she had me. You can see misery all over her face, all over the way that she is sitting. She's almost...vengeful but afraid."
I took another deep breath. "Reducio," I said, shrinking the pictures once more. I put them back in the mini-chest, where I kept them safe. I kept my vault open, however.
"I want him to live the rest of his life as miserable as I have had to live mine knowing what he did. I'm not out to kill people, Alex. Just to make them see what they did and make them live with it. What they choose to do after that is not my problem," I said. I motioned him over to sit down.
"As for you," I said, motioning to the open chest in my lap, "You should do the same thing. Study, look for clues, and someday, when you know who did these atrocious things, you make them PAY for it. They can't pay if they're dead."
Without a word, I summoned the book he'd been interested in earlier, about Fiendfyre. Increasing it's size to normal, I set it in his lap, a wordless encouragement.
By the time that Alex was done talking to me, I'd completely forgotten about the uncomfortable seating arrangement. I stared at him standing up, watched him throw his wand. I think the thing that finally did it was when he said he didn't deserve to be a wizard, didn't deserve his magic.
Tentatively standing up, I walked over and picked up his wand, then turning to walk over to him. The tears running down his face made my heart hurt too, a sensation that I wasn't familiar with. Reaching out, I took one of his hands and set his wand in it, closing his fist around it. I then closed my hands around his.
"Alex..." I started, before deciding to take another approach. "Look, what happened to you was TERRIBLE. Losing your family, losing...everything. My parents were forced to marry, and my controlling father pretty much kept my mom locked up, all because she was a Muggle. I'm lucky to even be here. She tried to KILL me while I was still developing because she didn't want me to grow up under his thumb. But...I did. Then...she killed herself after I was born. I don't even remember her. All I ended up with was a bastard father."
I sighed deeply, shaking my own tears back. "He passed me off to someone else to raise me, and only really ever acknowledged me when I started to show signs of magic. He didn't have a daughter to be ashamed of, at least."
My hands subconsciously tightened around his. "That's why I don't care, why I throw money and whatever I want around, because I could really care less about him."
Holding up our joined hands with his wand in the center, I told him, "And this is exactly why, Alex, you are a wizard. This is why I'm a witch. We went through some horrible things and now we are reaching out, trying to find out how to keep this from happening again. You say that you don't deserve your magic?"
I dropped our hands and pointed straight at him. "You're wrong. You can use the talents you were born with to find out what happened, and do something about it.
"If you give up, if WE give up, then who else will make them pay?"
Tentatively standing up, I walked over and picked up his wand, then turning to walk over to him. The tears running down his face made my heart hurt too, a sensation that I wasn't familiar with. Reaching out, I took one of his hands and set his wand in it, closing his fist around it. I then closed my hands around his.
"Alex..." I started, before deciding to take another approach. "Look, what happened to you was TERRIBLE. Losing your family, losing...everything. My parents were forced to marry, and my controlling father pretty much kept my mom locked up, all because she was a Muggle. I'm lucky to even be here. She tried to KILL me while I was still developing because she didn't want me to grow up under his thumb. But...I did. Then...she killed herself after I was born. I don't even remember her. All I ended up with was a bastard father."
I sighed deeply, shaking my own tears back. "He passed me off to someone else to raise me, and only really ever acknowledged me when I started to show signs of magic. He didn't have a daughter to be ashamed of, at least."
My hands subconsciously tightened around his. "That's why I don't care, why I throw money and whatever I want around, because I could really care less about him."
Holding up our joined hands with his wand in the center, I told him, "And this is exactly why, Alex, you are a wizard. This is why I'm a witch. We went through some horrible things and now we are reaching out, trying to find out how to keep this from happening again. You say that you don't deserve your magic?"
I dropped our hands and pointed straight at him. "You're wrong. You can use the talents you were born with to find out what happened, and do something about it.
"If you give up, if WE give up, then who else will make them pay?"
I was surprised when Alex actually stood up and told me we were headed out now. I shook my head at his offer to carry the chest, instead handing him my messenger bag and slinging the chest over my own body. That was one thing I wouldn't let anyone else handle. The things I possessed...
For sure Alex hadn't seen everything, he'd mostly been looking at the books. Which was fine, I wasn't ready to explain how I'd obtained most of the things I had in there. I could be pretty shady, though.
Alex had been right, it WAS a long walk. We went all the way up to the seventh floor, across from a disturbingly uncertain picture of someone teaching trolls how to dance. I had followed Alex to the end of the hall and he suddenly turned around, heading back the other way. Not sure, I slowly followed him, thinking he had gotten lost. Then he turned around AGAIN, but this time stopping in front of a door that had not previously been there.
"Huh," I said. "This reminds me of something I read once, but I can't place it." I scratched at my head in confusion.
I followed him through the door, there was no seating in the room except...a loveseat...I sighed loud enough that he probably heard and went to sit down, trying really hard to ignore the fact that we would have to sit next to each other. I set the chest down on the floor next to my feet, draping the strap over my legs.
"So, uh...what did you want to wait to tell me?" I asked. He had sounded...almost miserable but dark at the same time. Almost scary. But curiosity had gotten the better of me, so here I was.
For sure Alex hadn't seen everything, he'd mostly been looking at the books. Which was fine, I wasn't ready to explain how I'd obtained most of the things I had in there. I could be pretty shady, though.
Alex had been right, it WAS a long walk. We went all the way up to the seventh floor, across from a disturbingly uncertain picture of someone teaching trolls how to dance. I had followed Alex to the end of the hall and he suddenly turned around, heading back the other way. Not sure, I slowly followed him, thinking he had gotten lost. Then he turned around AGAIN, but this time stopping in front of a door that had not previously been there.
"Huh," I said. "This reminds me of something I read once, but I can't place it." I scratched at my head in confusion.
I followed him through the door, there was no seating in the room except...a loveseat...I sighed loud enough that he probably heard and went to sit down, trying really hard to ignore the fact that we would have to sit next to each other. I set the chest down on the floor next to my feet, draping the strap over my legs.
"So, uh...what did you want to wait to tell me?" I asked. He had sounded...almost miserable but dark at the same time. Almost scary. But curiosity had gotten the better of me, so here I was.
It was about 20 minutes by the time I finished up my conclusions on the three essays, I hadn't had to do much since I'd done the majority of them yesterday. I was just sitting there blowing on the ink to dry it when Alex slid over and addressed me. "Obviously we can't read this here, but...I'm interested in this book here. I'm not sure why, not yet, but...I think I may get some answers. Actually, there's a lot of books of yours I'd be interested in reading..." he said.
Glancing over, I took the magnifying glass right out of his hand (managing to ignore the tingling that went up my arm) and put it to my eye. I saw he was holding a copy of The Darkest Flames: A Study of Fiendfyre. My curiousity was immediately piqued. "I see," I said, setting the glass down on the table. I avoided eye contact for obvious reasons and tested the ink's dryness with my fingers.
Rolling up the parchments, I tied neat ribbons around them and labeled the outside, then tucking them into my messenger bag. Obviously, I didn't have a distraction anymore, so I turned to face Alex, who was still sitting on the arm of my chair. I looked up and met his gaze, cheeks flushing slightly.
"We can go somewhere else if you'd like to, you can pick. I'm sure you know some remote places too, since we both seem the type to hide out alone. I don't want any Professors getting a hold of this, for obvious reasons," I pointed out.
"If you'll just put that away, and attach the glass to the inside of the lid in the chest, we can go," I said, standing and slinging my other bag over my shoulder to emphasize the point. "By the way, I DID do the spells for that. I love to read entirely too much and learned how to when I was really young. I've charmed pretty much everything I own at this point. Anyhoo, shall we?"
I hesitated a moment before adding, "If you don't mind my asking, what's so interesting about that particular book? I mean - you don't have to tell me, and especially not here, obviously. I'm just curious."
Glancing over, I took the magnifying glass right out of his hand (managing to ignore the tingling that went up my arm) and put it to my eye. I saw he was holding a copy of The Darkest Flames: A Study of Fiendfyre. My curiousity was immediately piqued. "I see," I said, setting the glass down on the table. I avoided eye contact for obvious reasons and tested the ink's dryness with my fingers.
Rolling up the parchments, I tied neat ribbons around them and labeled the outside, then tucking them into my messenger bag. Obviously, I didn't have a distraction anymore, so I turned to face Alex, who was still sitting on the arm of my chair. I looked up and met his gaze, cheeks flushing slightly.
"We can go somewhere else if you'd like to, you can pick. I'm sure you know some remote places too, since we both seem the type to hide out alone. I don't want any Professors getting a hold of this, for obvious reasons," I pointed out.
"If you'll just put that away, and attach the glass to the inside of the lid in the chest, we can go," I said, standing and slinging my other bag over my shoulder to emphasize the point. "By the way, I DID do the spells for that. I love to read entirely too much and learned how to when I was really young. I've charmed pretty much everything I own at this point. Anyhoo, shall we?"
I hesitated a moment before adding, "If you don't mind my asking, what's so interesting about that particular book? I mean - you don't have to tell me, and especially not here, obviously. I'm just curious."
Even though I knew Alex was jesting about this being my secret chest, he wasn't far off. I did have some strange and...dark things in there. But somehow, I didn't think he of all people would turn me in.
"See, that's not far off actually," I said, taking my wand out of my boot (great place to hide it). I held the tip of it up to the lock and drew a small, complicated, series of patterns that would unlock it. I opened the lid and looked at Alex.
"I'm not joking around with the things in here," I said, a serious tone to my voice. "I told you that I was interested in my own...pursuits. You can walk away and tell, if you want." The taunt was mostly because I somehow KNEW he wouldn't tell. But, hopefully it imposed the seriousness of what I was showing him.
I slid over and sat on the arm of his chair, pausing for a moment, suddenly hyper-aware of the proximity I had created. I shook my head at the thought, and moved the chest over in front of the two of us.
Inside, you could see a neatly sectioned compartment, larger than you might think. Books were shrunk to about the size of a thumbnail and stacked in sections on small bookshelves inside of the chest. You could also see small bins of objects I'd collected. Looking down into it, you could tell, just by the 500+ books that I hadn't been messing around. You could also tell that there were...a lot of dark books and objects in it.
In one section of the chest there were a bunch of old scrolls and parchments, along with some newer ones filled with notes and ideas of my own.
I looked at Alex. "So...go ahead and rifle around if you want, here's a magnifying glass so you can see the titles on the books...I'll just be finishing the last bit of my essays."
I slid back to my own chair and pulled out my work and my favorite quill, an eagle feather, setting my inkwell out in front of me. I bent my head over the first of them and scanned it over so I could write the final paragraphs. My mind wasn't fully in it, however. I was wondering what Alex would think.
"See, that's not far off actually," I said, taking my wand out of my boot (great place to hide it). I held the tip of it up to the lock and drew a small, complicated, series of patterns that would unlock it. I opened the lid and looked at Alex.
"I'm not joking around with the things in here," I said, a serious tone to my voice. "I told you that I was interested in my own...pursuits. You can walk away and tell, if you want." The taunt was mostly because I somehow KNEW he wouldn't tell. But, hopefully it imposed the seriousness of what I was showing him.
I slid over and sat on the arm of his chair, pausing for a moment, suddenly hyper-aware of the proximity I had created. I shook my head at the thought, and moved the chest over in front of the two of us.
Inside, you could see a neatly sectioned compartment, larger than you might think. Books were shrunk to about the size of a thumbnail and stacked in sections on small bookshelves inside of the chest. You could also see small bins of objects I'd collected. Looking down into it, you could tell, just by the 500+ books that I hadn't been messing around. You could also tell that there were...a lot of dark books and objects in it.
In one section of the chest there were a bunch of old scrolls and parchments, along with some newer ones filled with notes and ideas of my own.
I looked at Alex. "So...go ahead and rifle around if you want, here's a magnifying glass so you can see the titles on the books...I'll just be finishing the last bit of my essays."
I slid back to my own chair and pulled out my work and my favorite quill, an eagle feather, setting my inkwell out in front of me. I bent my head over the first of them and scanned it over so I could write the final paragraphs. My mind wasn't fully in it, however. I was wondering what Alex would think.
True.
Also @Wade Wilson - you don't GET the weirdest ones - you just choose to REPLY to them.
T/F: When someone asks you for something covered in chocolate - you just have the inclination to push them into a river of the stuff and walk off.
Also @Wade Wilson - you don't GET the weirdest ones - you just choose to REPLY to them.
T/F: When someone asks you for something covered in chocolate - you just have the inclination to push them into a river of the stuff and walk off.
TRUE!!!
@Raxacoricofallapatorius Really? I mean if you're looking for a housepet, he could be cute. It's just the way my imagination thinks of Saphira, the blue of her scales and how amazing it would be...that all contributes to my concept of a "cute dragon."
*shrugs and makes no apologies for being that nerdy*
T/F: You enjoy jalapeno poppers. Or, you have not had them.
@Raxacoricofallapatorius Really? I mean if you're looking for a housepet, he could be cute. It's just the way my imagination thinks of Saphira, the blue of her scales and how amazing it would be...that all contributes to my concept of a "cute dragon."
*shrugs and makes no apologies for being that nerdy*
T/F: You enjoy jalapeno poppers. Or, you have not had them.
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