forum "I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking"- Romance (gay) anyone? oxo

Started January 12, 2020 by @Yoaisami

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I'm looking for an enemy-friends-lovers or maybe straight from enemy-lovers haha~
Preferably mxm because I haven't had one in so long :3c
Here's a layout of the basics {Er.. Assuming the title drew you in} so we don't need to make everything up as we go (Although if you want to we can do that as well, I'm up for anything atm)
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I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think it’s hilarious and shut up you dumb fuck you don’t know me aahhh

You pissed me off in class (reason ^^^) so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait you’re cuter up close and the way you talk is kind of nice actually oh fuck no

Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this

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Yes this is crackheaded mess of an rp and I want to dive headfirst into it >:')
A few things beforehand-
1) I'm looking for someone that can write at least 2-3 paragraphs minimum. Sorry, it's hard for me to stay interested when I get replies like "he nodded" even though I understand that it may be the only thing you need to reply with- Following up with that, I will try my very best to give content so that you won't need to reply with just that :'0
I'll def post/link my own writing sample if you want one as well! Though,, it may be longer than what we are doing bc it's from an rp off notebook haha
2) Someone that will plot with me! The rambling above was just a starter to get us going, there might be many things that happen in between, as well as many things that will happen after! Please be willing to throw around ideas with me, as I'll get bored pulling all the weight by myself :'(
3) I'm fine with ghosting, though.. If you can, please tell me before you leave! I'll tell you whenever I have times that I will be unable to reply for long periods of time, and I will definitely tell you when I feel uninterested due to whatever reason and wish to stop rping. This isn't a job where you are forced to write with me, so feel free to complain about things I am doing that are making you uncomfortable! If you read through this mention cats in your post!
[I also have some times that I've listed in my bio about times I am unavailable etc]
4) Talk to me ooc if you would like! I love rambling about whatever anytime and getting to know my partner! Just a few tings about me- I love drawing, and might be doodling our characters if I get too invested haha- I play Identity V literally every free second I have, if you like them too I'LL KISS YOU FLKADJ:JAFD- I enjoy listening to music, maybe we could send each other recs?? uwu
Sorry if this got long, if you're still interested, please reply hehe~ I'll be waiting here for you!

Btw more extra stuff if you're reading haha~
I.. Really like fluff?? Please if you treat my character like a fragile glass vase and pamper him (When they become lovers, or just small acts before then) I will honestly love you to death ;w;
I'm just dumping all my requests here oml please don't feel pressured haha

@Nie-Huaisang-is-lost-in-the-stars Hello! Although I'm not too sure you read through the entire thing because of the stuff you forgot to mention, I'll take the bait anyway ahah, is it alright if I ask for a writing sample? Sorry for the inconvenience, I just want to see if we could be compatible :')
((Btw I love mdzs wwww))

@Nie-Huaisang-is-lost-in-the-stars
Lol it's okay, that was just something I put in a bit randomly so it's alright if you didn't know why it was there haha~
Also, I don't really care! It can be that long, longer, or shorter! Just paste in how long you usually go with (comfortable for you) :3c

(Okay here ya go)

It was dark in Elijah's study, only a small desk lamp illuminated the room. It was practically silent except for a quiet tune coming from his phonograph, one that was passed down to him by his father. He was nose deep in a book, cramming for an upcoming exam he needed to take. He loved listening to rain as it pattered down on the window of the room. It never usually disturbed him, but tonight, it seemed off. He heard a thud that he just couldn't dismiss as thunder.

He walked over to his window and peeked through the curtains. He saw a glow, golden and radiant. He couldn't help but stare. It slightly shined on what he could make out to be a face. The face of an unconscious person at that. Elijah couldn't bear seeing someone in need of help and doing nothing about it, so he ran downstairs and rushed out the doors that lead to his backyard.

As he crept closer to the light, he noticed that there appeared to be a body attached to that face. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth. Once he reached the unfamiliar figure, he observed it carefully. From his judgment, it was not human. but he saw no time to contemplate that then and there. He lifted up the unconscious person and made way back into his house, stopping at the sofa of his living room and laying them down there.

@Nie-Huaisang-is-lost-in-the-stars
Cool cool! I like the detail you put in when he is by himself!
Do you want a sample from me or are you alright? Because I can assure you that I'll be able to match your writing quantity wise :'0
Also, I'll post up a cs in a sec~

I'd like to see a sample (just bc I want to read it lol)

@Nie-Huaisang-is-lost-in-the-stars
Cs is up! Fill it in when you can, I haven't actually made my character yet fsalkfjlas; {Btw I'm assuming you'll be Mr. LmaoYou'reInTheWrongClassAndIWon'tDoAnythingToHelp}

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Personality:
Appearance:
Other:

I'll post up a sample soon! Beware, it's a bit long hehe :')

A little slice-of-life I wrote in some rp back in October of last year bc I don't have anything new ;w;

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The black market seemed like a large place because of its darkly lit interior and the crowds of anonymous figures shuffling about. It was actually only a few dozen feet larger than the bar itself, a third of which were used for the actual bar as part of the “disguise”. Reum licked his chapped lips, moving through the people with measured steps. He kept up with Comte easily, making sure to stay far enough behind that the man wouldn’t notice him following. Comte sat down on a dark leather chair, looking around for someone. Reum backed away in caution. Another figure moved into the scene, sitting themselves next to Comte. So he wasn’t here for trade. Reum thought.

He relaxed his stance as much as one in the black market can, suddenly bored because the subject of interest was no longer interesting. Reum turned around, eyeing the latest wares. He would check up on Comte later.

Reum chuckled lightly at the dusty ground, thinking about how Comte would cringe at the dirty surface. The black market was rarely cleaned, mostly because no one bothered enough to. People also complained that it felt less “at home”. He didn’t understand what that meant, but no matter. It was never a nuisance for him. Reum yawned, stumbling on someone else’s cloak in the same motion. The male figure grunted, narrowing their eyes.

“Ah, sorry!” Reum whispered, scurrying away. He was high on the rank list, but that never meant he was good at engaging in melee. Fixing his cloak tightly around his shoulders, he briskly walked in the opposite way the man had gone, pretending to be in a hurry. It was best not to cause disruptions in the black market. It could get you into deep trouble, especially with the bar’s owner. No one wanted to get kicked out of the only safe haven for illegal activities.

Reum realized that he had walked into the jewelry section of the wares much too late. The glittery stones shimmered dimly, appearing to be the only source of light in that area. His eyes were drawn to an artfully cut piece of sapphire, hiding demurely under stacks of other precious gem. He walked over and made a motion to examine it, only to be glared at by the wary dealer. Reum uncovered a sliver of his cloak, just enough for the female figure to get a glimpse of his mask. The woman’s eyes widened, and then nodded in acknowledgement.

The boy happily dug his hands into the woven basket, pulling out the sapphire. It glistened from the other gem light sources around it, casting a light over his face. Reum pulled it back from him, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. Leaning in, he motioned the woman for a price, casting his hand out for a number. The girl smiled. A slender hand escaped from the dark folds of the cloak and arranged itself into a three. Reum sniffed, realizing that he hadn’t brought anything with him today. Maybe the purveyor accepted trades instead?

Reum shook his head confidently, and made a fist with his hands, asking for a trade. The girl frowned at it, but nodded. Reum sifted through his pocket, looking for the gem he was playing around with earlier. He always kept one or two in his pocket when he wasn’t stealing or working at the store as a stress reliever of sorts. Now, what did he have today? His hand made contact with a nice, smooth stone with a soft matte texture. He made a face. Its value was next to nothing, but he had brought it out because he liked the feel. That wouldn’t cut it with the seller.

He gave up his trade, knowing it would fail before even offering for a trade. The woman took notice that Reum had backed away, and scowled at the lost customer. She lost interest in him as fast as he did with Comte’s conversation, positioning her prizes towards someone else. Reum shook his head and sighed. He had to start keeping some extra cash with him.

How was Comte doing? His name was once again brought to his attention. They were supposed to share information about Clover, after all. That woman must have finished conversing with him now. Conversations were not long in the black market. After all, the ears of anonymous passersby were open to gossip in a small place such as this. Anything of importance could be leaked if a single person decided to spread the word. Reum would check back with him after admiring a few more gems. Although he didn’t have the money, it was fine to just gawk at them like a child in front of a candy shop.

@Nie-Huaisang-is-lost-in-the-stars
For some reason my writing keeps turning really big so I had to paste it a bunch of times aksldf
Btw I usually write less than that- It was a slice-of-life and he was by himself so I went haywire with my bad grammar and sad vocabulary lmao

Oof. Nice. I'll start working on the cs now.

Name: Wren Lake, though people call him Esi

Age: 17

Gender: Cis. Male

Sexuality: Questioning

Personality: Wren is an eccentric young boy with petite, almost girlish features. Athough he seems like he wouldn't hurt a fly, he wouldn't hesitate to show you his vast array of foul words when given the chance. Brash and extremely salty, he's almost like a collared dog that attempts to bite everyone that passes by. Collared because, well, he is pathetically weak. Imagine a tiger. A baby tiger. Trying to fight an adult bear. Yes. That's him.

Even with all of this, he still secretly longs for someone to hug him. A hug with nothing but pure love and affection. He wishes to have someone whisper sweet nothings in his ear as if he were the only person in their eyes. He wishes to be consoled when he is at his darkest.

Appearance: Wren has curly black hair that frames his dark brown eyes. He has an olive skin tone that turns paler when not exposed to the sun for long periods of time. Think.. Leo Valdez from Percy Jackson :3

Other:

Likes: Mooncake, tapioca pudding, pillows, loyalty, artificial strawberry flavor

Dislikes: Being disrespected, getting looked down on, soda, strawberries, insects

Extras: He's a pretty forgetful person. Unless it is overbearingly important, he may forget about it. This may be the reason why he keeps forgetting his homework..
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Lmao he's like a 5 year old hA

Name: Matthew Walker

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Matthew is a very outgoing guy, though he can find some things humorous, even if in poor taste. If he sees you sitting alone, he's more than likely going to try to strike up a conversation with you. Generally, Matthew is the type of person who wants to laugh with you, not at you. If you do something embarrassing, he will laugh and try to get you to laugh too, almost as to think "it's not that bad."

Even though his sense of humor may seem very poor, he's just doing it because he cares to see people happy for he too, was laughed at a lot in school. He wants to make someone happy, he just doesn't know how to do it right.

Appearance: Matthew wears his hair long and half-shaved. His hair is chestnut brown and wavy, it reaches down to his shoulder. His skin is a pale, alabaster colour and he gets sunburned relatively easily. His eyes are large and a beautiful ice blue, most people describing his eyes as hypnotic due to the fact that many have a hard time looking out of them.

Other:

Likes: Boba tea, cooking, most sports, art, and most of all, making people smile.

Dislikes: Making people upset, getting sunburned, engineering, mud.

@Nie-Huaisang-is-lost-in-the-stars
It's okay, I love him! (Btw, I also was really busy these few days bc of school being a butt so you're totally fine!) Should I start, or do you want to? I'll probably start scene where he enters the classroom, and then I'll pm you whenever I have questions on where this is going, etc (or.. how do you make the text go gray? I still haven't made use of it xp )
We could probably just have them start off on a bad feet, with them landing in detention and ending up with bitter first impressions of each other, just so that when they get together it's more "uwu why so soff" (insert more mushy writing hahah)
I'm assuming you like slowburn, but at a good pace? I forgot to ask oops ;;
Should I stop pinging you and you can just follow (er.. watch?) the thread, or are you comfortable with me pinging you? :'0

( Alright, I'll just see if this works haha~
@Nie-Huaisang-is-lost-in-the-stars
Is it alright if you post up a starter first? {My character hasn't entered room yet} Today I'm squeezing in 2 essays and it's sufficiently [I'mcrying-] filled my schedule for today, sorry! )

(Woo. Busy day. Here's a starter. Sorry it's short, I'm still a little busy.)

Matthew was sitting in his first class of the day. The teacher was blurbing on, sounds fading into what he likes to call "the void." That one place in everyone's mind that the words go that they didn't pay attention to. What was heard, but quickly forgotten. At this point, one could say that even the teachers in The Peanuts were more interesting and if you ask him, there wasn't much interesting about the word "wah."

The classroom was filled with the agonized breathing of students, adding to the monotone nature of the classroom soundtrack. In. Out. In. Pause…out. The pattern repeated. The transparent grey of each breath was caustic, but only to the minds of the prisoners. Each one brainwashed, each one falling into line. Matthew himself was close to being one of them.

He looked for some kind of distraction, comical relief, just something to save him from a zombified state.

( @Nie-Huaisang-is-lost-in-the-stars
It's alright, I got a bit busy here as well ><
I love his description of the room! It'll probably contrast with Wrens because he views school differently, so I can't wait to see how these two boys mesh together! :'D
I added a bit more setting, so I hope you're alright with it being early on in the school year? Just so they can interact more before the mess that is summer vacation comes around~
Also, maybe Matthew is behind him and sees his paper? Idk lol)
Jogging down the hall, Wren fumbled with his backpack straps that dug relentlessly into his shoulders. He was alone, everyone already situating themselves in their classrooms. He groaned, regretting for the third time that he'd missed the bus. It was only a few days since the beginning of school, and he didn't want to leave a bad first impression with the teachers.. Not that it mattered, looking at his grades. He did alright, and was rather independent with his work.
"Now, where was it again? room… 64.." He mumbled to himself as he checked back at the crinkled paper in his palm.
"Ah! The second door right around this corner!" Wren exclaimed, gesturing at the hallway with his elbow. He breathed a sigh of relief after noticing that the door was opened a crack. Slowly pushing the door open with his binder, he eased inside, only to stumble over his shoelaces that had "magically" untied themselves during his mindless walk around the maze that was this school.
Wren cursed duly, scrambling to gather his items before finding the first empty seat in the far back that he saw and quietly setting them down before scooting into the chair and lowering his head. The teacher stared at him disapprovingly before continuing the lesson. Wren exhaled, scratching the nape of his neck sheepishly. He opened his creased schedule and rechecked it.
He froze. Room 64? He thought, biting his bottom lip in concern as he rubbed his eyes and peered closer at the sheet. The second door right around the corner.. Wren furrowed his eyebrows, realising what he'd just done. He was in Room 63, the one right next to 64. He cursed under his breath.
There was no way he'd be leaving this room, at least for the rest of the period.

Matthew took note of Wren's arrival. He looked over the boy's shoulder and at his schedule. He sucked his teeth in what seemed to be pity. Room 64, the paper read. He found it quite amusing, a snakish grin crept onto his face. His face said he knew it all. He locked eyes with the petite male, his smile could be misconstrued as condescending, but it was really just a smile. Matthew was truly glad for the unfortunate arrival of his boy, it broke the monotone fortress known as the classroom.

Matthew poked the small shoulders of the boy in front of him. "Hey," he greeted with a smile, "welcome to Room 63. What brings you for a visit here?" He tried to joke around with his temporary classmate. "I know, beautiful place and all, but didn't you reserve the Room 64 suite?" he continued, raising an eyebrow and flipping a page in a notepad in his hand, his pen was poked against it as if he were taking Wren's order.

A few other students began chuckling an grinning. The once synchronized breathing of the classmate fled to make room for stifled laughter. Matthew too began chuckling lightly, for he had been in this kind of situation before.