forum How To Be A Heartbreaker // One-On-One // CLOSED

Started June 21, 2019 by Deleted user

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Marina High is a dangerous place with Blythe Hayes around. She knows every trick in the book to get into your pants if you're a guy, and just the right way to get under your skin if you're a girl.
She'll screw you for the fun of it and then leave you in the dust. If you're lucky, she'll actually date you. For about a week or so. Then she gets bored.

When new kid Alex Holland arrives at school, he's different from other guys.
Why is he the only one Blythe can't trick into bed with her?
And why is he the only one who makes her heart beat faster than the speed of light?

So I will be Blythe. You will be Alex. You can change his name if you want, it can be a placeholder name.
I'll post a template if someone wants to join.
Yes, this is kinda based off the song by Marina and the Diamonds.

May I? I have an unintentionally charismatic and charming demisexual boi who'd work very well for this, lol.

(yeah sure
im sorry, i think i may have rped with you before but i cant remember
could i have a sample paragraph of your work?)

(Sure, no problemo!!)

"Hey, Eris? I uh, borrowed some books from Grayle…" Snail began.

"And? He's in the back room if you want to chat with him." Eris said nonchalantly.

"Well, uh, well, I borrowed some books about gardening, it was a series called the Gardens of Delight, a-and I was planning to just do some research, but… uh, the books weren't about gardening and… about something rather different…" he stammered.

"Oh. OH. Those books." Eris said, trying not to snicker.

"Uh, and I showed them to Brie, and she was completely shocked!!"

"Oh really, now?"

"She was so shocked she couldn't stop laughing!"

Eris laughed hysterically at this. "Hoo boy! Okay, I'll take the books back, ha. That's gonna make my day, thanks Snail." he said, slithering out of the room.

He left Snail very confused and uncertain if anyone he knew was really stable in the head.

I can show you some more if you'd like?

(Got it!! Uh, by the way, sorry in advance. Some minor, situation-relevant dialogue, sorry!)

He was aware of every sensation on his skin; The dress suit, the folds of his new skirt, the hat tight around his scalp, the prickling goosebumps and raised hairs, his fingernails digging into his wrists in a last attempt to make it all just stop. He could hear each sound like it was being transmitted through a bullhorn right next to his ear. And he handled all these sensations about as well as nails on a chalkboard. The lights, sounds, sensations, smells, all too much, too much, overwhelming Grayle.

If only it could just stop. If only he could just stop.

"Grayle, baby, are you okay?" Aeren asked, tapping the man's wrist gently.

It burned like fire, and he snapped. He punched Aeren without thinking, crumbling to the floor and screaming.

"What the fuck??!!" Brie screamed, grabbing his shoulders.

Grayle could have killed her right then if he wasn't in blinding agony from the touch. He rocked his body back and forth on the ground where he fell, hands over his ears and eyes screwed shut. It was too much, fire in his brain, fire in his body, his veins, the light, blinding, blinding light, and everything screaming at him. He couldn't speak, get up, brush it off, only scream and cry and feel overwhelmed. If only they could just all quit being, if only everything could stop for a while. Then it could maybe, maybe, be okay.

But it didn't. And he wasn't okay.

(Aka, me projecting heavily my first remembered sensory overload into Grayle. Sorry.)

Name:
Age: (17-18)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance: (detailed, no links unless described)
Style: (day-to-day clothing)
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Name: Blythe Hayes
Age: 17
Gender: Gender
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Blythe has tanned skin that is perfect in every way. Her hair is a mousey brown, wavy and waist length. Her eyes are a caramel colour, and they can portray any emotion. The easiest way to get into a guy’s pants is to show lust in her eyes, and she shows it pretty fucking well. Her eyes can switch from being kind and nurturing to cold and judgemental in 1 second flat.
Style: Anything that fits her body and accentuates her curves. Will never be caught dead in flats, mostly wears heeled boots. She always makes sure that everyone sees her breasts and contours. Never seen without makeup at school or out of the home.
Personality: Blythe is cold and manipulative. When with ‘friends’, she seems nice and kind, but she can’t stand them. She is flirty and knows just the way to get into your pants. She dislikes many girls, but they aren’t immune to her eyes. She has slept with more guys than girls, but she gets in with both.
Likes: Sex, alcohol in small amounts, her father
Dislikes: Smoking, alcohol in large amounts, her mother, her sister
Background: Blythe is the daughter of the mayor. Anabel Hayes is always distracted, and this has led Blythe to hate her. She also hates her younger sister Pyper, who is a suck up to Anabel. Blythe only ever liked her father, but he’s in the army and rarely home.
Blythe is always seen around her ‘best friend’ Aubrey, and at least one guy. That guy is either the guy she’s just had sex with or the one who she’s about to have it with.
Blythe is sweet…when she’s not around anyone. After dinner, she locks herself in her room. She takes her makeup off, gets into comfortable pyjamas, puts her hair in a simple ponytail, puts her glasses on and reads a book on her bed. She has a ton of books in her wardrobe that no one ever sees, and she doesn’t want them to. She also has a grey, black spotted dachshund named Leo that she adores.
Other:

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I'm doing it! Just a little busy, sorry.

(No I just watched an edit with the song last night and remembered the rp
I honestly forgot about it)

Name: Destiny Maroon (He's a soft boi)
Age: (17-18) 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual/romantic, never really found out which gender he preferred tbh but probably biromantic as well he thinks.
Appearance: (detailed, no links unless described) Destiny has a boyish face, curly black hair, and a rounded chin. He's lightly freckled across the bridge of his small button nose, and a little bit splattered across his shoulders when he tans. Baby blue eyes, wide and round, he's tall and a little chunky and curvy, but he's a thicc boi with thicc thighs. His skin tone is a pale olive.
Style: (day-to-day clothing) Anything comfy, normally hoodies and sweatpants but sometimes a graphic tee and jeans, or if he's feeling schmancy, a more formal outfit such as a button up shirt and fancy pants or skirt, as well as a tie. Or maybe a dress. Casual wear for warm weather is short shorts/skirts, a tank top or crop top, and sandals. Hey, who said anything about binary gender standards?
Personality: Very bubbly and sweet, popular with the girls and guys of the school and charismatic. He's always there to support his friends, and won't give up on anyone no matter what. He's very social, and frequently gets invited to parties. However he does get worn out if he's with people for too long and has to recharge a bit, so I'd say he's something of an ambivert. He's only been in one relationship with a boyfriend who was rather abusive, he broke up with him eventually and Destiny's father decided to move to another city since he didn't want his son hurt any longer, and it would be a good new start. Destiny has some PTSD from the relationship and subsequent breakup, but it rarely ever shows. However, he does go into homicidal mode if he sees any remote sign that someone is being abused/having their consent and/or boundaries violated.
Likes: Makeup, fashion, puppies and kittens, acting, hanging out with friends, parties, art, music, Broadway shows, cooking, kids, teaching.
Dislikes: Being social for too long, nails on chalkboard, mango smells and flavors, minivans painted mustard yellow, coconut, lack of consent, the musical Chicago, people refusing to listen, and other agitating triggers.
Background: Destiny was adopted and raised by his single father, Doctor Cecil Maroon. He lived a pretty normal life, but never had a mother around. Instead, he had his cool, zany aunt, and that was enough. She died of cancer when he was eleven. His dad blamed himself for not being able to do anything and suffered from depression for a while, and this affected Destiny himself. Destiny found himself in a serious relationship with his childhood friend at age fourteen, but it was a hurtful relationship and Destiny broke up with his boyfriend a few months before his seventeenth birthday. His father and he moved out a week later, and Destiny received therapy. He's pretty well adjusted, popular, and well off now, right? Right?
Other: His father is transman. Destiny played basketball for a year before realizing he sucked at sports, but still enjoys rock climbing. A total slut for theatre and drama (except for Chicago. Never Chicago.)

(he's adorable)

Marina High was bustling with students. It always was at eight in the morning, no matter what. Heads turned when the sound of a motorbike could be heard, and as the dark purple bike turned into the car park, everyone knew who it was. Blythe Hayes. Queen of the school. Daughter of the mayor.

Destiny ignored this. He had better things to do, such as catch up with his best friend Nara Wu and show her the gorgeous new pencil skirt he'd made, and what better way than to take it out for a spin? "Nara darling! How do I look?" he asked, strutting down the hallway with his head held high. Nara, a petite, dark haired girl, turned from her locker and gave a small, three-second applause. "Hey there, good lookin'! I like the pinstripe pattern, and it goes well with the whole 'business casual' top." she said. "Although, light grey leggings? The whole rest of the outfit is made of darker colours, that's risky territory." she assessed.

As Blythe pulled her helmet off, her perfect brown hair bobbing into place. Her green eyes scanned the courtyard, and they rested on one boy, who ran over to take her elbow. "Thank you, Harrison," She said sweetly, and they started to walk into the school. Jeans hugged and accentuated her figure, and her shirt showed off her breasts. Everyone loved her. She liked it that way.

"Fuck," Nara muttered angrily. Her eyes gleamed with hatred bordering on homicidal ideations. "What? Oh, I see." Destiny's expression turned sour, once he saw who it was. Blythe Hayes, well known as a player and a cheater, whose sole purpose was to get every boy in school, and some of the girls, into bed. Once Nara had complained she could never compete with Blythe. Destiny reassured her on the spot it wasn't true, but she had responded "Not like that. I'm pretty, sure, no denying, but Blythe? She's got everyone her wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger." and Destiny couldn't argue with that. Nara had formed a bitter rivalry with the other girl, and Destiny could see her reasons to dislike Blythe even if he really just hoped they could be friends, see eye to eye. Destiny was popular enough that it wouldn't take a big hit to his social status if he fucked with Blythe but Nara was close enough to the bottom as it was, so she was always trying to convince Destiny to do her dirty work. Destiny always declined, why should he make enemies in the first place? Blythe hasn't given him much reason to, and whatever Blythe had done to Nara he didn't know so he didn't want to get mixed up in the feud.

Blythe spotted Nara and wanted to go over to her and make a snarky comment. She spotted Destiny and her heart started to race, but she ignored it. "Hey, Nara," Blythe said sweetly, but her voice was dripping with poison. Her arm draped across Nara's shoulders. "How's your new project going?" She said everything sweetly, but her underlying tone and toxic eyes told a different story.

"Well, it's going quite well. Mrs. Ditto is considering us putting on a showing of Legally Blonde and I've been told that I could possibly even be set designer, so it's going quite well, thanks. And how are you? Caught herpes yet? Or, ooh, better yet, chlamydia? Or wait, you wouldn't want to deal with those, who did you pass them on to?" Nara growled, tone filled with the most evil intent. Destiny stepped between the two, not wanting Nara to go to prison for murder at their own school. "H-hey, Blythe? How are you?" he asked, running a hand through his soft locks and batting his long lashes at the other.