Like this for a starter from a deranged psychopath.
Like this for a starter from a deranged psychopath.
She’s been at this bar for over a few hours now, but damn does she feel like she’s been here for only have an hour. CERTAINLY, it was that kind of day, but the day is over and she can only hope she can drink the night away. This bar that she frequents does have a dance floor and she’s either been dancing on that dance floor with everybody else or she’s been sitting at the barstool enjoying a couple of strong ass alcohol. Listen, her whole GOAL is to get shwasted. Nothing more and nothing less. Even in this world though, people want to talk and ‘get to know you’, and while she wouldn’t mind having a good fucking in the bathroom or whatnot, she has standards.
“Boy, if you don’t get the fuck outta my face, we gon’ have some problems, you feel me?” And that guy, trying to hit on this woman is about to say something else, “Bitch did I s-s-s-stutter? Get the fuck outta my face ‘fore I make you.” She doesn’t need to raise her voice, she doesn’t need to show him who’s boss, because the guy already knows and he’s stepping away like a poor dog with tail between their legs. Deborah huffs, places an elbow on top the countertop and her chin rests on her knuckles, “stupid ass bitch…” she mumbles under her breath. Yes, she has standards and MEN is not it.
She feels eyes on her. She knew she wasn’t loud, especially with the music playing in the back with the volume that it’s in. There was no way someone heard that.
Whatever, she’s going to mind her own business and if someone’s going to disrupt her peace, she won’t back down.
Don’t judge her, she asked for a straw just so she can drink in this same position.
this party was meant to be a celebration. Shelby family all together, Shelby family all at peace. at least that’s what she told herself. there was always something, that much was obvious by the constant messes and scuffles Thomas and everyone else lands in. even her, although she does like to think that she has a good enough head on her shoulders. she had a good enough sense of direction last night when the man she was staring at now had been with her in a hotel room just east of this ballroom. he’d had quite a lying yet intriguing way with words and even more an intriguing way with the way he worked her over. got her even saying his name which she did through gritted teeth.
but now she hisses it like some kind of hell cat as she stares up at him when he grabs her hand for one of the final dances of the night. New Year’s fucking Eve and she feels something like anger, pleasure and a touch of shame coursing through her. what with the way that Thomas was staring at the two of them. “ I knew you had other motives. “ she states, dancing rather languidly. one can’t have others think that Polly Gray gave too much to a dance with someone who Thomas was shooting daggers at. “ no man is so intent on pleasure all on their own. “ and she smiles, a thin and acidic smile. “ what do you want from Thomas? go on, tell me, everyone wants something. “
Starter for @scvagegarden
The ancient Zoan user had just finished loading up his ship with supplies. Still his late mother had drilled into him to double check everything. “You never know when you’ll see land again.” She’d tell him and while he tried to just not think about her, the lessons she taught him, or at least half of them, stuck with him as or habit.
At this point, Klaus was glad he had decided to give the hold of the small Cog ship another once over. There was some stranger in there, likely a stowaway. “Hey! Who are you?” The gator man asked. Wait… could you be a stowaway if the ship hadn’t left port? How did you classify that? He need a smart person to ask these things! His brow furrowed in thought as if a hamster on a wheel was struggle on it’s little wheel to turn the cogs of Klaus brain.
Elwyn was never truly surprised when the forest produced someone from another place or time, throwing them into his world. It came with the whole ‘magic haven’ territory.
But that didn’t stop him being surprised as his eyes opened and he saw a stranger stood a few feet away.
Laid on the forest floor, back to the mud and one hand curled by his face - completely still in the dirt - Elwyn could have been mistaken for dead at first, chest barely moving and breathing shallow. In reality, it was rest, disassociating and thinking in the peace of the woods.
Eventually orange eyes flicked open, staring directly at the stranger. A moment passed in silence, his chest rising and falling softly, before Elwyn’s lips twitched into a soft smile and he sat up.
“…You’re uh, not from here.” A statement, not a question.
“What happened to my- Ohhhh! Our conductor gave us a new piece of music to learn for today. We technically had all weekend to learn it, but I spent Saturday doing body shots off my best friend, so I learned it all last night. Needless to say my fingers hate me, but not getting yelled at is worth a couple cuts,” he explained, his hands covered in Hello Kitty bandaids. @vestalanding
@ambitiouxblonde gets a (semi-plotted) starter
Eloise made her way over to the table when she saw the familiar blonde head and sat down across from her big sister. “Alright, Ains, what is it?” It was an unusually direct approach for the youngest Whitly, but she had always been a little more comfortable around her sister than anyone else in their family, and was consequently a bit more open with Ainsley. “Wh-Wh-When you asked if w-we could have lunch, you sounded like Mother right before she lectures Malcolm.” It wasn’t exactly a flattering comparison, but it was true. She knew when she was in for ‘a talk,’ and just wanted to get to whatever this impromptu lunch was really about.
Starter for @ultimatesoupervillain
As Carissa finished unpacking the last box in her new Sweet Jazz City apartment, the thought popped into her head to treat herself to a nice, warm hot cocoa, despite the warm evening air. She headed to the nearest cafe and waited in the short line, astounded by the bright shade of red of the man in front of her. She tapped his shoulder to get his attention.
Not another Royal plot ||
Draco was fidgeting with the tie. “Is this really necessary?” He asked softly. His kingdoms colors were elegantly woven into the pattern of the tie, subtly.
“Yes, draco. Now stop fussing!” Narcissa snapped, swatting at his hand. “Youre here to look pretty. Win over the Royal highness of this kingdom. Don’t muck it up.”
He frowned, rubbing his hand. “Yes mother.”
Lucius made the servant theyd brought along ring the bell again. He was growing impatient. They were there to visit the great kingdom, in order to hopefully win over the royalty- and marry draco off, securing an even greater kingdom in the process.
Theseus’ office was a sanctuary for her. It’s why she could more than often be found around the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, or Department of International Magical Cooperature when she was needed or sort after; because she didn’t want anybody she hadn’t invited ( which was practically nobody ) to disturb her space. There was a short list of people who even knew where it was – of course, it was entirely possible to find it if you were dedicated enough to need too. There was a rubrix of where every department and office was situation; which should have been updated every four months.
Her office was full of plants, books, music she liked, snacks she fancied and a comfortable sofa that she’d definitely slept on once or twice. But her favourite about her office? Was that it was not full of people. She’d managed to swing an office fairly separate of other’s. A liquor cabinet sat behind her desk; every bottle within it a gift from someone. She’d never spent good money on expensive alcohol that wasn’t for herself or her family. The walls had been a dank off yellow colour when she’d first stepped into the room; now a crisp white clung to the brick. The furniture was fresh and complimentary, aside from the desk which was older, much older. It had been her Grandfather’s desk; Erebus Rowle. The desk had seen many successes in it’s life and Thea’s father had expressed his wish for it to continue with her. Gold accents were carved into the deep mahogany. Not dissimilar to some of the carvings that Theseus had seen at Uagadou.
A knock at her door took Theseus by surprise. It was rare she heard one. She spun her finger as it it was spinning a dial and the music playign turned down. Although sound-proofed, she didn’t want to give off the wrong impression. She sat up straighter at her desk. “Come in,” she answered, staring at the door.
As a rule Evan didn’t attend parties. He couldn’t think of anything worse than spending more than five minutes surrounded by the feckless idiots he was forced to call classmates. He’d arrived about thirty seconds ago and, having only shown up for the free booze, he wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion but if anyone asked his costume was a clown one. Because he must have been an absolute fool to think coming was a good idea.
He made a beeline for the refreshments table and grabbed the first bottle he saw without reading it and took a long pull. He had to force himself not to spit the liquid straight back out because it was absolutely revolting. Rat piss would taste better. He looked at the bottle in disgust - no wonder it tasted foul, it was a muggle concoction.
Still holding the drink, Evan pushed his way through the crowd back towards the exit. He’d had enough already. As he reached the doorway, a body slammed into him from behind. “Watch it!” He snarled.
I know that this blog has been inactive now for some time. I just don’t get the same volume of requests that I used to, and honestly it’s been a bit disheartening and has crushed my writing muse a bit. In an attempt to get my creativity flowing again, I’ve thought that doing e-mail role-plays may be a good way to start.
That being said, all my usual website I would use to find writing role-play partners are no longer active (RIP Figment and Quizilla). So if anyone would be interested in doing a role-play, please shoot me a message here and we can discuss!
I prefer to roleplay over e-mail. I prefer novella style role-plays, but can match your length as long as it’s around 500-800 words per side. I prefer Cannon x OC role-plays, and I write in third person.
What I am really looking for is someone willing to do a Harry Potter (Marauders and/or Golden Trio Era) role-play with me.
Other fandoms I would also consider doing for role-plays are as follows:
Sons of Anarchy
If none of these are things you’d be interested in, feel free to message me about role-playing for any of the fandoms I used to write for and we can talk about maybe doing that as well.
Thanks for reading.
Louis was the happiest he’d been in a long time. Not only had he figured out a way to control his secret abilities, or at least work towards control, but he also had Camille again. How could he not be happy? He certainly wasn’t doing anything to hide it either. He was almost always smiling and whistled a cheery tune all day at work. He was just leaving the shelter for the day when the door opened. His smile widened, “Hello there, what can I do for you?”
“I swear I didn’t just disappear for the week,” Austin said with a chuckle, raising his hands in innocence, “Family vacation with the whole Connolly clan, had to be done to celebrate the birthday.”
Eliana wasn’t sure how this conversation was going to go. She hadn’t really planned how or where or when, she just knew if she had to the opportunity to speak to her sister, she had to take the opportunity. She had been told Alexandria was a police officer which she thought was very impressive. She had been able to turn her life around and she couldn’t help but be proud. Would she be allowed to show it though? She found her sitting on a bench and approached, clearing her throat, “Hey Alexandria,” She said quietly. How else could she begin except with that. It wasn’t exactly a conversation one had every day.