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healbellls · 1 year

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General RP style and preferences

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like. Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

Types of RP / How I do threads

*= This is the ideal way, obviously.

Plotting Preferences

| Wing it* | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs |

*= Only at the start, at some point we will have to get plotting if we wish to go further with our interactions/muses.

Type of threads I do / Prefer

Reply Speed for Threads & Consistency & Keeping threads

| I lose threads all the time & don’t usually get back to them | I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply! | I drop threads pretty easily | I’m really slow but I WILL get back to you | I reply on a schedule/queue* | I usually reply within a week | I reply every day | I reply almost instantly | *= I dump most of my replies in the queue. I use threads tracker, to help me keep up with what I owe. I will only keep 1-2 threads to respond off it.

Romantic or sexual ships

| I don’t do these ships (specify reason if you would like)* | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (specify reason if you’d like) | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask!** | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff or smut | *= They are all listed in my muses about docs but here are the big ones. Morty/Falkner, aged up versions of minors characters are kinda iffy when it comes to shipping. I won't accept them for my muses such as Drake, Juan and Rowan. ** = I love shipping, but I NEED plotting/discussions. Even for ships I’m biased to and personally enjoy, I’m strongly against the idea of “collecting” ships. I want every verse to receive the same amount of attention/development, it deserves.

Smut

| I do NOT do smut at all (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here*) | I mainly only do asks relating to the subject on Sundays | I I enjoy writing it | *= I have a smut blog and can write it on Discord, whatever is easier for my partner! I’ve been prefering to do it on Discord lately!

Active hours [Specify Timezone, if you’d like]

I'm always lurking, but I have been preferring to do most of my writing at night.

Brazilian timezone: UTC -3

Activity Schedule

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity (specify if there’s a certain time you have school/work/etc. off that you are most active) | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time |

Starters

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (specify) | I don’t do calls, but always fee free to ask me for one!* I do starter calls rarely/regularly/often |

*= I haven’t had much luck with calls, as such I prefer sending ask prompts in order to turn those into starters.

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) |

I'm still in the process of reworking those old AUs, I had for these muses. But they are most certainly coming, at some point.

Crossovers

| I don’t do crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like)* | I love crossovers! |

*= The fandoms/series I outright refuse to follow/interact with are: Undertale, MLP, FNaF, Homestuck, Genshim Impact, League of Legends, FnF, Disney and the MCU. || Most well known series: castlevania, pokemon, Star wars, YGO, tekken and Sonic!

#& dash games #ooc /

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pridewon · 3 years

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your muse finds this little guy on the street, what do they do.

#(ooc)#mini yams is all i need on a friday morning #good morning everything is shit so i'll be lurking here and doing drafts because hq and this rpc are super serotonin doses #smooches on your cheeks be kind to yourselves and take a break when you need one <3 #i'll be replying to discord messages too my attention was stolen away last night #but!! i'll be here shortly

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jazminetoad · 3 years

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In My Reality | Prologue

Hey, I was bored so I decided to start a fanfic series of the Tatsumi Brothers from Juuni Taisen. Yay

It’s a “Tatsumi Brother x Reader” story about how the Tatsumi Brothers enter the reader’s reality which kinda flips her world upside down.

So I just finished the prologue. If you guys like it or if I’m bored again, I’ll make the first chapter. (Click “Keep Reading” to read the story)

"[Name] get out of bed; It's 3 in the afternoon," my mom told me as she came into my room with fresh, clean clothes. I didn't have to look over to know.

Groaning, I removed my mask from my eyes then rolled over to face up at the white ceiling. The sunlight seeping in from the blinds caused my sight to cringe before it finally adjected to the light and I could see the grey walls lurking in the corner of my eyes. Arising from my queen-sized bed a yawn escaped from my mouth. My form reached over and placed my sleep mask on the nightstand, next to my water mug.

"Morning mom," I greeted her as she sorted out the pile of clothes on my dresser. Looks like she did a colour load, which means no pants to put away.

"Morning sweetheart. Can you put your clothes away before you come downstairs?"

"Sure," I simply answered as I slipped out of the cozy sheets I once was tangled in.

"Thank you. I'll see you when you come down," she stated, placing the last of my t-shirts neatly on the others. Afterwards, she wrapped her arms around the remaining clean, clothes that weren't mine, carefully balancing them as she left my room and closed the door behind.

The click of the doorknob echoed into my ears when my feet landed on the fuzzy rug. My eyes drifted their gaze to the plain black bodypillow wrapped in [f/c] blankets, reminding me of a burrito. It just had the colour for the case, no special Anime character on it. I wish there were one though; it'd make the nights seem less lonely to see my favourite character's face on it. However, a pillow is a pillow. Despite me using it as an illusion for myself it doesn't change the reality that when I hug it in my sleep or when I'm awake no arms will return my embrace.

A sigh falls out of my breath, my eyelids dropping in sync. I turned my head away from the lying pillow and dragged myself to the other side of my bed, towards the dresser that patiently held the clean clothes my mom put there. I opened a drawer, putting my undergarments away first then my socks. Once those were put away, I moved to retrieve hangers from my closet, passing by my desk and shelves as I did.

If you were wondering why I slept so late into the afternoon, well, it's currently winter break, so that means I can stay up late and sleep in late past noon. Sadly enough, it's January which means the break almost over, and that means school is standing around the corner, menacingly. Just the thought of it disturbs my mind as that reality tries to infect my thoughts.

I hate reality. I know not all of it is shit, but there's enough of it that makes me want to drown myself in the world of fiction. Whenever it's the weekend or breaks from school, I binge Anime, tv shows, YouTube, and movies, so that's the only thing on my mind. I then write or read fanfiction, there is the rare occasion I sketch something but I'm not good at art since I don't practice enough. By the time I return to reality after having my head stuck in my imagination for so long, I can barely focus without going back to daydreaming. Eventually, that wears off, and then reality is what floods my brain; I despise it but I know I can't be stuck in my fantasies forever. Luckily my friends provide that nice spot in-between for me, helping me stay in the real world but also let me discuss the fictional. Then there's also my bro.

"Yo sis," my brother's voice called from the other side of the door after his fist knocked on it. "You wanna continue Code Geass?"

My bro is the best. Unlike most siblings I know, we actually get along. He's also a big help in my life, one of the reasons why I haven't lost my mind. He makes sure I don't overwork & stress myself and reminds me to have fun and chillax. I love him for it, and he's practically my best friend. We aren't the exact same age but we were born in the same year, just a few months apart so we get to be in the same grade. He's the older one. He's also taller which means he can t-pose over me, and we reenact the meme; it's great.

"Yeah," I answered. "Just let me get ready."

"Alright," he replied before I felt the vibration of his footsteps grow distant from my room.

'Heh, if I had Takeyasu's ability, I'd be able to sense his movement better.'

I chuckle to myself at the thought floating in my mind as I put the final shirt away. My two favourite characters that I desired to be real was the Tatsumi Brothers, Nagayuki and Takeyasu. I love those two. Whenever I watched their episodes from Juuni Taisen, I always smile. They make my heart feel something that I never felt for any character before. I don't want to be cliche and say true love, but to me, that's what it feels like. I know they're fictional characters, so I won't get much out of it, but strangely enough, I'm okay with that. I can't imagine my heart belonging to anyone else. I do wish they were real, though. I even used my wish on the bracelet my friend, Meri-chan, got for my birthday one year, that they'd become real.

The bracelet was some urban legend. It was lime green and had a few beads on it. The legend goes that you make a wish and when the bracelet breaks, your wish has come true. 'Course, it's most likely a bunch of baloney but that didn't stop me from wishing that the Tatsumi Brothers would become real. I currently just wear the bracelet as an accessory since the wish probably won't happen, it's not like the thing is going to break anytime soon.

Grabbing my towel, my other hand opened my door. I slipped down the hallway and slid into the bathroom, my foot pushing the door closed as I put the towel on the towel rack. Hopefully, I don't take too long because we were left on edge on the last episode of Code Geass we watched. Well, I'll finish sooner than my wish coming true that's for sure, heh.

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"Okay bro but if you think about it, Lelouch-"

"[Name], I washed your school uniforms. Can you put them away while I start on tacos?" Mom requested from the kitchen, interrupting the Anime, my commentary, and reminding me that school is coming soon. "You too, [b/n]."

"Yes, mom," we both respond.

My brother picked up the remote and hit the pause button so we wouldn't miss anything. I pulled myself up from the plush couch, disappointment growing on me since I had hoped not to be interrupted until dinner was ready. Well, I guess I could let the disappointment wither away since it's Taco Tuesday, my favourite. I chuckled to myself as my feet reached the next level above the main floor and headed down the open hallway to my room.

My laughter died out upon seeing my seven school uniforms, five that were the regular female uniform and two that were gym uniforms. Unlike most students, I didn't like the idea of having to wash my uniform every day, so to make things simpler, I paid for six more with my own money. It was a bit irritating, using the money I earned from my summer job for this instead of getting something else. Still, my practical choice, so I didn't necessarily have to worry about my mom washing my uniform every night.

"Hhhhhh, why does school have to come back so soon?" I asked myself as I picked up one of the uniforms.

The uniform wasn't too special, a simple white blouse, a blue skirt, a blue jacket, and a blue & black striped tie. Students could decide if we wanted to wear tights, leggings, or shorts underneath the skirt as long as it was black or white. I wore leggings unless it was summer which I then wear shorts and knee-high socks. There are those girls that only wear thigh-high socks and panties under their skirt to which my nerd brain questions why. 'Course that's their choice, have fun with your ass cold.

A Discord ringtone made me resurface from my pond of inner thoughts. Becoming aware of my surroundings, I realized my friends Meri-chan and Kamida were calling on the Discord group chat we had. I could tell by the laptop I had open on my desk. I quickly put the uniform I had in hand on the rack with the others before sliding over and clicking the answer button that popped up.

"Yo, what's up nerds."

"Hey I'm not a nerd," Meri-chan protested. "I'm a cool kid."

"Meri-chan, we're all nerds here," Kamida stated before greeting me. "Hey [n/n], how you doing?"

"Eh, good I suppose but I could be doing better, Kami," I answered simply. "How's life?"

"Pretty chill but I got bored, so I decided to call you guys."

"Well, I'm just putting my uniforms away," I informed them and went to put the last uniform away.

"I sometimes forget that you have more than one," Meri-chan commented before I heard her gasp. "Hey, how 'bout we hang out tomorrow, we only have so many days before we have to go back to school."

"Oh, don't remind me," I groaned, hanging my head, then went back to putting the uniform on the hanger and walking over to the closet, hanging it up with the rest.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea Meri-chan, we could hang out tomorrow," Kamida suggested.

"I'm down," Meri-chan quickly responded.

"Welllllll..." I hesitated, sitting down in the [f/c] spinning chair in front of the desk.

"[Name]."

"You see, I kinda want to stay inside my last few days..."

"[n/nnnnn]!" Meri-chan whined.

"Come on [Name], you know you can't stay cooped up inside forever," Kamida reminded me.

"I know," I grumbled, leaning back in my seat. "Fine, I'll come out tomorrow, but it's going to be after 2."

"2 am, geez [n/n] I didn't know you'd be willing to come out that early," Kamida joked.

"I meant 2 pm," I corrected.

"Okay," he chuckled as Meri-chan pipped in.

"But if you're late again, you're buying lunch this time."

"Okay, bet, but what if I'm not?" I inquired, my fingers tapping on my desk.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, seemingly to be thinking.

"It's fine I'll pay for lunch tomorrow."

"Alright, but don't use it as an excuse to be late."

"I won't," I reassured her. "Anyway, I'm gonna go watch a few more episodes of Code Geass with my bro-"

"You still need to watch Dragon Ball Z," Kamida interrupted.

"And you need to watch Juuni Taisen," I countered, emphasizing the "you".

"Yeah, yeah," he brushed it off. "Anyway, go have fun with your bro. We'll call again later on tonight."

"Alright, bye guys." I left the call and closed out of discord then proceeded to shut my laptop.

Kamida and Meri-chan were my two friends from school; we've known each other since childhood. 'Course Meri-chan isn't Meri-chan's real name, that's just a nickname Kamida and I gave her. Occasionally, they called me [n/n]-chan but not too often. Then there are times where we call Kamida, Kami-kun, but mainly Meri-chan does it out of spite since Kamida doesn't like it. Especially when Meri-chan does it in her kawaii voice. Those two are the only ones outside of family that have the same vibe I do, that's probably why we've been friends for so long.

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"Hey, you guys ever wish fictional characters could become real?" I randomly asked out of the blue, staring up at the white ceiling as I waited for my friends over the call to answer my question.

"All the time," Meri-chan answered.

"We know simp," Kamida smugly commented.

"Nuuu!" Meri-chan pouted while Kamida and I laughed. "Hey, if anything [n/n] is the simp over here, she's the one actual crushing on the characters."

"Hey don't call me out like that."

"Ha! She doesn't deny it," Kamida jeered.

"Okay, what about you and Android 21?"

"Ack-" Kamida blurted before muting himself, causing me and Meri-chan to giggle. A few seconds pass by before he unmuted himself. "Why are you asking this question [n/n]?"

"No reason in particular-"

"Are you sure it's not you wanting to talk about Juuni Taisen?"

"No- it's not just that. I just think fictional characters would make reality interesting."

"Right..."

"Meri-chan if you could bring someone from Juuni Taisen to-"

"My boy Uuma! You should know this by now."

"Bruh-"

"Well, it's either that or Usagi, and I rather be alive thank you."

"Who's Uuma again?" Kamida inquired, not knowing who was who quite yet since he hasn't watched the Anime.

"Uuma is the warrior of the horse," I informed him.

"Right," Kamida mumbled before letting out a yawn.

"You sound tired, go to sleep!" Meri-chan told Kamida.

"No, you go to sleep."

"Guys, we're all on the same timezone. If one of us goes to sleep then we all do," I stated. "It makes sense since we're all planning on meeting up tomorrow."

"I guess we go to sleep," Meri-chan said bluntly.

"Yeah, alright, goodnight guys," Kamida yawned.

"Night."

"Night guys."

With that, we each left the call. I, however, didn't fall asleep right away. I woke up late and the night was still pretty early, so I opened up the Funimation app on my phone. Scrolling through the list of saved Anime, most of which were halfway through since my brother and I are watching them together, I came across Juuni Taisen.

"Why not..." I muttered to myself as my finger tapped on the Anime and went right to click on episode 7, In Like a Dragon, Out Like a Snake (Part 1).

By the time I finished episodes 7 and 8, it was 2 am when my eyes glanced at the clock in the top corner of my phone. Sighing to myself, I leaned over and snatched my charger off the nightstand, plugging it in the wall before connecting the other end to my phone. Turning off my phone, I placed it on the nightstand and snagged my sleep mask, putting that on my head.

As I laid there on my bed, silence flooded the room, not a sound to be heard but my own breathing. Vines of sorrow began to grow on me as the feeling of loneliness came over me. I tried to pull myself out of the emotion, turning over and wrapping my arms around the plain bodypillow in an attempt to comfort myself. In the end, it only helped slightly. It didn't erase the pain because I knew there were no arms that would hug me back. A tear escaped my eyes before I pulled my mask over them, and a final thought appeared in my mind before I entered the dream realm.

'I wish I wasn't alone...'

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"Congratulations, Tatsumi {Ani|Otouto}, warrior of the {dragon|snake}!" Duodecuple exclaimed. "You are the winner of the 12th Juuni Taisen, everyone give yourself a hand!" The man started to applaud but soon stopped. "The antidote has settled in by now. You'll be fine."

{"Tch|Alright"} the Tatsumi brother simply responded.

"Now that you've won the Juuni Taisen, you can make one wish of your choice. Would you like to make your wish now, or would you like for it to be granted later?"

"In all honesty, when I arrived at the Juuni Taisen I wished for {nothing|money}, I didn't need anything else really but now that {I'm here|I had time to think about} I don't want to wish for {nothing|money}."

"Oh, do you have another wish in mind?" Duodecuple inquired the Tatsumi brother sitting in front of him, alone.

"Yeah... I wish me and my brother were never apart of the Juuni Taisen."

#tatsumi brothers #tatsumi kyoudai #tatsumi kyoudai ani #tatsumi kyoudai otouto #nagayuki tsumita #takeyasu tsumita #takeyasu #nagayuki #tatsumi brothers x reader #juuni taisen #juuni taisen au #juni taisen #juni taisen x reader #juuni taisen x reader #juuni taisen: zodiac war #juuni taisen snake #juuni taisen dragon #juuni taisen zodiac war #spot the reference

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xthesparequeen-a · 4 years

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Hey everyone! Just letting you know there will be no replies today.

After an event last night I came home and later on my dog began screeching in pain. He didn’t sleep at all last night as he was in too much pain to get comfortable so I stayed up with him. I took him to the vet this morning and found out he has an inflamed disk in his neck and is in immense pan. So he’s hopped up on meds but he'll be okay after a while so that's good at least. Right now I’m too stressed and tired to make any sort of replies.

But I’ll be lurking for today here and on Discord (Enchanted Raven#3257), that is if I don’t fall asleep haha. Thank you guys for understanding. <3

#tag // ooc;#to be deleted;

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chezzkaa · 6 years

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Lumberjack AU Pairing: Ryan Haywood x Reader WC: 1650+

You don’t remember making dinner, only knowing you did based on the potatoes and sliced meat bundled together in the fridge. And the mess you’d left all across the countertop. It’s the same with falling asleep - stinging and dry mouth the only remnants of a dead night. That, and the pain twinging up and down your neck, leaving you wincing. What you do remember is eying up the large grooves tracing the side of the lodge, grating against your door. Just animals, Ryan had said. No need to worry.

You’re not sure you believe him, but you’re too tired to care.

With a groan you stretch out of the armchair you’d somehow curled into for hours, thick blanket slipping to the floor with a muted thud. Everything refuses to cooperate. Stiff and sore as you force your limbs to work. It takes a while but you manage to stand, unsteady on bruised feet before a stumbled steps sees you lurching for the mantle. Clumsy fingers stop your fall, forehead resting against the wall. Beneath you embers smoulder in the hearth, wood charred and cracked like burning scales buried in the fireplace.

It's still dark. Window humming with cold and garden doused in the incredibly deep blues of night. Thick like a choking film, impenetrable with such sore eyes. You consider your room, thinking of the bed you'd made yesterday in the hopes of curling up in it, and the path you'd mentally prepared yourself to forge. It would be so easy to bunker down for days, eyes trained to the treeline and chin burrowed in blankets. But you can't sleep anymore, not with the eerie shapes lurking in the corners. And certainly not with the beams of light emanating from the bulb you've hastily flicked on. Besides, you'd promised yourself that it'd be different here, that you wouldn't let the world pass by from the confines of your duvet. Wouldn't let self loathing leave you bedridden. You were going to take life and run with it, willing or not; which means recognising the fact that if you can't sleep, you might as well work. Still, your body has other ideas, rebelling against your efforts.

4:47am, insists your phone. Far too early to start anything, but too late to work in more sleep. At least, not with a day as packed as you've forced it to be. There's nothing else to do besides coax yourself into moving, one foot falling in front of the other and a forearm diving into the closest box. It shouldn’t be hard to do some unpacking before leaving for Hay Woodworks, you tell yourself sternly, and if you start before the sun rises you should be able to get at least one room finished before lunch. But that process can wait for another hour, argues the monumental growl of your stomach and the dry aching of your abdomen. First comes food.

Breakfast passes in a daze. Scrambled eggs and toast you're lucky you didn't burn, nothing but plastic cutlery and paper plates until you're able to find the crockery. You almost forget about the tea sat on the side, caught up in the memories you've long since chosen to forget and the packing paper scattered across every surface you can find. Almost. Cup pressed to your lips, tepid warmth wasting no time before radiating in your chest. Gentle at first, creeping through your limbs until you can feel your fingers for the first time today.

Its with the rising of the sun hours later, and splashes of washed pinks and blues, that you feel more like yourself. Hopeful again, and as determined as ever. Snow can’t dampen your mood, and not simply because there is none. The sky remains a clear crystal blue, so bright that what remains on the ground in patches shines. Even the greens of the trees look happier, deep forest hues coming alive. The promise of a new day seeps across the floorboards with the morning's fresh light, touching your toes and working across your back while you busy with unpacking. Tedious exercises of interior design, a guessing game of what goes where and who’s is what.

Another hour and the kitchen is completed far sooner than expected, no longer home to only the necessities of a kettle and cup. The cupboards are lined and pantry packed, fridge brimming healthily in the now cozy space. Pride thumps with the beat of the speakers you’d found midway through the process, music now marrying with the warmth of the roaring fire, flooding the corners and burrowing into the rugs. You'd celebrate the accomplishment with another cup of tea if you could, but the muffled tone of your phone, buried beneath empty boxes, stops the idea short. Disheartened, but only for a moment, the once forgotten flash of Jeremy's name across the screen reignites the possibility of taking a much deserved break.

And with his name the world feels alien, like the years haven’t passed and the tears that’d littered your bed sheets over countless nights were never shed. The warmth of the room twists into one of the many summer’s days you thought you’d never experience again, bringing with it an uncomfortable tightness in the skin spanning your shoulders. There had been numerous times when you’d considered deleting his number, erasing his existence and all the memories that come along with it.

But, god, you’re glad you didn’t.

Jeremy: I clock in @ 10. Coffee at the place opposite Geoff's Mercantile?

Y/N: I'll be there in 30.

You take the steps two at the time, all suitcases long since allocated to rooms and the banister overlooking the kitchen and living space finally free of everything you’d tossed over it. Barging into your room, you swim through the clutter, wrestling over books and battling to the bathroom. Looking around, you’re glad you’d thought ahead and kept it relatively clean. Swiping your toothbrush and working through the motions, you’re halfway through your hair when the next text arrives.

Jeremy: Still drink chai?

You can’t believe he has to ask.

Y/N: Chai is the love of my life.

Too busy pulling on the thickest cable knit sweater you own, the reply goes muffled until you return with a hat in hand. On the screen flashes a photo that must’ve arrived just before you hit send on your last message, Jeremy smiling between two steaming drinks.

Jeremy: You have 10 mins before I drink it and you buy your own.

The path into Motbury’s town centre is incredibly familiar at this point. Traversed so frequently in the past few days that you can recount every dip in the uneven stone, and know when to let your hand drift in the hopes of touching the spongy moss that waits to greet you. Eventually, and rather regretfully, you say goodbye to the isolation of your home and it’s expansive nothingness lined with trees, welcoming the warm smell of baked goods and hum of civilization. It creeps from the bottom of the hill, sandwiched between the banks and gently smoking with the puff of tens of chugging fireplaces. The clusters of homes and stores are almost indistinguishable from one another, doused in lackluster snow and looking as though they belong in one of those expensive Christmas decorative towns your Grandma used to collect.

Gripping the gnarled wooden fencing, you take the stairs will little regard for the ice lying in wait, dampness leeching the warmth from your fingertips. No longer does that damn near invisible grass bank trip up your exit, triumphant as you leap across it under the watchful eye of the children gathered in the square. You don’t even stumble. Bent knees catching your descent, body rocking into standing and smile plastered across your face. A spin sees you staring back up the hill you’ve mastered without incident, path curling up the grass fighting its way through the snow, oblivious to the fact that the night will most likely cover it again.

Locating the coffee shop is just as easy, retracing your steps past the fountain you doubt has ever been running, venturing a little further than the well trimmed floral displays struggling through the cold. You must have passed at least two bakeries and a handful of artisanal shops by the time you get there, eventually standing with you back to Geoff’s Mercantile and taking in the tiny store slipped between a teahouse and antiques boutique.

Through the windows you catch a glimpse of ice blue, your fingers tapping playfully on the glass and a childish smile splitting your cheeks. Jeremy jumps in the booth he’s claimed, whirling on you with accusations in his eyes. He huffs, deliberately reaching for the cup sat opposite and bringing it to his lips with a slurp you can hear from outside. Offended, you clutch your chest, glaring before pushing through the door with a musical jingle.

The scolding of the barista is the first thing you register, clambering over a cluttering of tables and mismatch of chairs. He’s glaring at Jeremy, forcing a thick mane of dark hair from his face. Hands so expressive you can practically see them shaking the detective inspector by the shoulders. In the display cases cakes and pretty pastries span out, glowing rich and fetching the lining off your stomach. The monumental growl goes unnoticed, man glowering at Jeremy.

“You’re a terrible person.”

Jeremy looks insulted, continuing to sip from the cup he’d intended to be yours. “How dare you, Jon. I should arrest you right now.”

Jon looks unfazed, eyes sparkling. “For what?”

“For… err…” Jeremy has to think, taking a moment to compile a response. “For unruly behaviour.”

Spotting you, Jon shoots a glare at the man sitting falsely triumphant in the booth. “We’ll talk about this later. For now, hello!” He offers you an overwhelmingly bright beam, opening his arms like he’s welcoming you home. “Welcome to the ‘Coffeemonger’! I’m Jon, and that,” he points to Jeremy, who yelps in response, downing the rest of your drink, “is the asshole that owes you another drink.”

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ruined-rp · 5 years

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Hello Addie and welcome to New Orleans, the city of The Damned. Thank you so much for applying, you have been successful for the role of Hayley Labonair. Welcome to the family, but for now it’s time to get down to business…

Head on over to the New Member Checklist, careful not to go down any dark alleys, it’s not safe here.

OUT OF CHARACTER:

Name: Addie

Pronouns: Anything of the feminine variety (she/her, etc)

Age: 21

Timezone/Country: EST

Triggers: N/A

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How Did You Hear About Us: I heard through a friend! The plot and intricate weaving of the shows are what made me decide to throw my hat into the ring. I have a special place in my heart for these three shows, and I’ve never quite seen them woven together in such a manner. I think it offers an opportunity to find grounds in canon but also gives the opportunity for interpretation and divergence, which I love.

Anything Else?: Excited to see how this roleplay unfolds!

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Desired Character: Hayley Labonair, queen of the wolves and my heart.

Why This Character?: In response to this specific rp, I want to play Hayley because I think her character has a lot of room to grow. In the actual show(s), she had connections that helped her grow and realize who she was. Here, she’s been thrown quite literally to the wolves, and she’s got no earthly clue what she’s doing. She has no one looking out for her, aside from Derek. I want to go through all the character building that needs to be done to make her into an alpha that’s worthy of leading the pack on her own accord. I want to expand her ability to let others in as her tumultuous life has left her rather incapable of developing and committing to relationships of any type. Hayley needs to learn that people aren’t always the enemy, and that no matter how it’s been in the past, she’s not invincible and immune to failure. I think it’ll be rewarding to help with the transition from a loner into an alpha that isn’t in power because of her namesake, but because she’s capable and able to lead the pack to a better tomorrow. In general, Hayley has always been my favorite muse to write. If you will, she’s likeable to a first language for me. I learned to play her through multiple scenarios until doing so was as natural as speaking. I feel that I have a grasp on who she is and her mannerisms because I’ve spent so long working at it. I’ve always loved her as a character, and I don’t doubt that I’ll ever stop having a soft spot in my heart for her.

Any FC Changes? No, Phoebe is an utter goddess.

Ships/Anti-ships: I’ve played out Hayley with a variety of significant others (Jackson, Elijah, Klaus, Tyler, and Derek to be exact.) Though, aside from an attraction to males, I have no firm headcanons when it comes to ships. I find that I ship based on chemistry that occurs in the writing rather than theory originating from the shows or elsewhere. I need to write against the other character and examine how my muse reacts to them before committing to a ship fully.

Headcanons: 1. Hayley’s not done digging for information on her parents. While she’s procured more information than she ever has, the wolf wants more. Hayley wants to know who they were, how they met, and just the little intricacies of their lives. Maybe it’s for her own closure or maybe just curiosity, but Hayley’s created so many scenarios of who they were and what paths had brought them to each other in her head. She wants to know everything she can because it’s the closest she’ll ever get to having them in her life. Hayley keeps this desire to herself. She knows that it isn’t outlandish to think that someone would understand why she needs this closure, but Hayley never has been good at extending her trust to anyone other than herself. 2. Hayley’s fairly handy with construction and carpentry. It’s an odd talent she truly has no use for, but she’s always been good at repairs and woodwork. When she’s stressed or angered, there’s a good chance she’ll end up doing some DIY remodeling on her cabin. Her cabin was also the first place she really utilized her abilities. The cabin already existed, but when Hayley came to the Bayou, it was uninhabitable. Weeks of work went into the refurbishing, but Hayley has successfully created a quaint and likeable home for herself. Overall, it could be said that Hayley reverts to this habit of carpentry because she needs control. Her life has been unpredictable and left her with a complex. Carpentry is solely in her hands. Every move is her choice, every mistake is her own, and most importantly, every outcome is of her choosing. 3. Hayley is claustrophobic. Hayley can’t quite place where this fear arose from. Her realization of it came after her first turn as a wolf. In preparing for her second moon, Hayley found an abandoned cellar and tried to lock herself inside to prevent anyone else from getting hurt. However, the dark, cramped space triggered more than just her curse that night. Hayley had a panic attack and did a fair amount of damage to her hands trying to get out of the cellar she’d put herself in. Ever since, she’s been extremely wary of any place that is either cramped or doesn’t have a clear exit. This fear likely arises partly from her wolf side. Freedom and the ability to roam are in her blood, and reasonably, that ability being taken away from her would cause agitation. On the other hand, it could be attributed to Hayley’s commitment to survival. She’s spent so long fending for herself that being trapped or unable to save herself sets off a fair amount of alarm bells in her head.

Please Provide At Least One: I’m submitting this on my mock blog! The blog contains what I would like to call a character study. I’ve created a playlist and an aesthetic for Hayley here. I’ve also included a few reblogs that I feel summarize my take on who she is as a character and expand on her traits and personality. All of the things mentioned above can be viewed on the blog itself or can be found in the about link! - Moodboard/Aesthetic - Playlist - Mock Blog

CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE:

How Does Your Character Feel About The Peace Treaty?: Hayley accepts the peace treaty, but her own predispositions make her extremely wary of it. To her, it’s the kind of thing that sounds great in theory but turns to shit when put into practice. Hayley knows that peace is a fickle beast, and as soon as someone feels threatened, it’ll go right out the window. So, while she works to uphold the treaty as a member for the faction, you can bet your ass she has a contingency plan lined up. Hayley doesn’t want to fight, but she’ll be damned if she or her pack suffer because she was too confident in a piece of parchment.

Slice of Life:Hayley spends most of her time in the Bayou. She has a decent sized cabin to call her own, but the girl prefers to be outdoors, even if it is just on the porch. Hayley’s not the type to sleep in, and as a result, she’s normally up early in the day. Hayley goes for a morning run and comes home an hour or so later to shower. After that, she’ll grab breakfast and eat it out on the porch and watch as the rest of the world comes to life. Later, she’ll walk around their community and chat with a few other wolves and see what’s going on for the day. If there’s nothing that needs her attention, Hayley will venture into the Quarter to see what she can see. Whether it’s hanging out at Rousseau’s or down where the witch community congregates, the wolf likes observing. It’s not quite surveillance, but it helps to stay in the know—especially because news doesn’t exactly spread to the Bayou at god-speed. When she’s satisfied with that, she may seek out Derek and ask him to help her train. It also her hope that if she’s with him when dinner time circles around, he’ll cook a portion up for her as well. Seeing as her ability to cook stretches to about boiling water, if she doesn’t have dinner with Derek, she’ll likely pick up something to eat. Her night after her meal typically winds down with a couple of beers and a fire. Hayley doesn’t mind if this time is spent alone or with others, but it gives her a chance to unwind and settle her thoughts before she heads off to sleep.

What is Your Character’s Greatest Fear? How Does This Affect Your Character?: Hayley’s biggest fear is commitment. This isn’t specific to any singular area of her life. The wolf has issues sticking to any one home, friendship, or relationship. This fear stems from her childhood. Being bounced around a system that could care less about her shaped her into a person who learned to anticipate and expect change. Hayley is incapable of trusting that anything good with last forever and will often self-destruct whatever it is before it gets the chance to hurt her. In her mind, settling down is pointless because it will either be taken away from her or scar her even more.

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