forum Shoot, You're Dead Inside Too? (0/0) (Romance) (OPEN!)

Started June 16, 2020 by Deleted user

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I WANT SOME ANGST! With either

Invalid Character (Ashton.)

Invalid Character (Starla)

Invalid Character (Valentina)

OR

Invalid Character (Clarabelle)

Must have a character template or link, NO PINTEREST IMAGES!
At least 3 lines of roleplay
If you have ANY limits, lemme know!
An EXPERIENCED roleplayer

Anyways I have a basic template and prompts if anyone is interested!

hello i'd love to!

Okay! Make sure to look over the characters! Any questions or anything lemme know

i'm sorry, i sort of dropped off the map here. before we start, just a quick q– how old are you? i don't feel comfortable doing romance type rps with people much younger than me

I'm 16

ah, cool! we're about the same. should i put up my character or do you have a preferred template?

I have just a basic one for those who don't have one but I really don't care

WAIT WAIT WAIT! Which character did you want me to use?

hm how bout ashton?

Okay! Now then. Your character! Please make sure to read over the character link and not just the name.

name: Anatole L. García
gender & pronouns: NB AMAB, they/them
age: 18
sexual/romantic orientation: Pan, generally more attracted to femininity, not on the ace spectrum (I know there's a word for this but I cannot recall it :p).

appearance: Standing at 6'2 and with poorly dyed green-highlighter-hair, Anatole is decidedly a presence in whatever room they enter. Naturally broad shouldered, years and years of weightlifting and wrestling left them with a muscled frame, which, combined with their penchant for eclectic queer street-wear (baggy ripped jeans over fishnets, anyone?) can lead them to look fairly intimidating. They have expressive brown eyes so dark they nearly blend into their pupils and umber skin. Their hair, which ends and curls just around the bottom of their ears, is very poorly dyed, striped with coffee brown in patches and a sickly-bleach yellow in others where the dye missed. Unfortunately for Anatole, their friend Daylily wasn't as good of a stylist as he claimed. They never miss the opportunity to point out that though their teeth are very straight and white thanks to the careful work of their dentist father, they are far from either. All of their friends are painfully sick of the joke.

personality: Anatole is inherently spontaneous and chaotic, always inclined to ditch a plan in favor of a more exciting alternative. They're a romantic, often abandoning reality for daydreams and promising fictions and end up being easily disappointed because of this. When it comes to their friends, they're painfully loyal, forgiving easily and going along with a lot they don't agree with because if their friends are doing it, it has to be okay, right? Outwardly extroverted, they're happy to strike up a conversation with whoever they sit next to on the subway (not an excellent trait for a New Yorker, tbh) but it takes a long time for them to let anyone see behind their mask of perpetual glee. They often will abandon new friends within the first month or so, if they grow dull, but will keep friends forever once they've latched on to a person. Anatole has few concrete intrests, picking up a new hobby every few weeks only to drop it when they get bored, and takes ages to finish any book due to their tendency to start multiple at the same time, picking their way through many simultaneously over a month or so. As expected, this doesn't lead to excellent academic prospects and it was only on their father's insistence they ended up applying to and attending college, originally to study neurology, though they switched to a library science program halfway through their first year.

background: Anatole was born to a Caucasian mother and second generation Mexican American father. Their mother left when Anatole was eight to further immerse herself in her study of medicinal plants in Brazil, supposedly only intending to stay for two months in the summer, but slowly her texts and calls stopped coming and Anatole's father, Daniel, received her divorce papers in the mail the day before Christmas. Daniel didn't tell Anatole exactly what had happened until they were 13, and Anatole didn't think to ask which really highlights how unobservant they were as a child. Daniel is a dentist who owns his own practice and has always been very invested in Anatole's future, paying for them to attend The City College of New York in hopes they can finally choose a concrete career and make a respectable living for themself. While the pair's relationship has always been solid, Daniel disapproved heavily of Anatole's willingness to drink with friends and at parties in high school. Then, just after Anatole announced their switch from neurology to library science, Daniel presented an announcement of his own: he had a steady girlfriend named Elise Salmeron. This shook Anatole so much they decided to continue to live in their college dorm over the summer, working and hanging out with friends.

other: One of the few exceptions to Anatole's chaotic tendencies is a book called Children of Ozone, which they've loved since reading it in their freshman year of high school. They reread it multiple times a year, often when sad or stressed as a coping mechanism to block out the negative emotion, and wants nothing more than to meet it's author– the elusive woman who writes under the pseudonym Cave Opal. A song that reminds, ~me~, the author, of them is blackboard.edu by Arlie.

(here's my lad! i meant to use them for another rp but the person ditched me ;_;)

(I FUCKING LOVE HIM and I know Evelyn and him are buds. Let me see what prompts I got in the goodie bag)

"I mistook your clothes at the laundromat for mine, but hey you have some really nice underwear…Is that the batman emblem?"

"If you set off ONE more firework at 3 AM I will FIGHT YOU."

“We’re roommates, and you walk in on me listening to loud ass music and crying over a broken heart and have no idea what to do since we just met a week ago.”

Person A: “I will smite you.”
Person B: “You couldn’t smite a paper towel if it lit itself on fire. Get some damn sleep.”
(Ash is person B)

“I’m painting my roommates’ room with her and you live across the hall and I kind of tripped and spilled a bucket of glitter on you but hey the look suits you!”
(Ashton get's glitter spilled on him)

ooh i like the person a, person b with the paper towel. they could be roommates as well, considering it fits the scenario. (also, nbd but just a reminder, anatole by uses they/them pronouns)

Ashton walked up into the dorm room, only carrying two bags and a little plastic fish tank with his pet lizard inside. He had his usual green hair, black white and yellow tye dyed hoodie and a pair of sweats on, despite it being early fall and a hot day out. He also had black gauges in his ear, and a cock ring around his neck on a necklace. All around, he looked tired. He simply entered the room and rolled his eyes when he noticed his room mate was already there. This person had puppy like enthusiasm that radiated off of him, reminding Ashton much of his friend Evelyn, except they were cool. He did not like new people all that well outside of work. A lone wolf of sorts. So he put the first bag, which was rainbow and sparkly and had weird lumps on it, on his bed. He then took out a blanket, two changes of clothes, and his phone chargers, put all of that away, and proceeded to get on his phone to check his work schedule as he sat on the bed on the other side of the room. He wouldn't dare utter a hello, as he was already dreading not waiting another year to get into college and just getting a private dorm.

When their new roommate walked in carrying a lizard tank and an expression like sour milk, disappearing to his own bedroom before they could so much as greet him, Anatole could already imagine how things were going to play out. Namely, they could imagine the boy repacking his two painfully gaudy bags and moving back out within a week, tragically taking the lizard with him but leaving Anatole with their own private apartment. Maybe Daylily could move in if he grew sick of his experiment living with his aunt above the coffee shop, as he did so many of his almost cartoon-ish ventures, or something might happen with Stella's roommate, and she could come live with them instead, or even Nolan– no. Not Nolan. Better to think about any of the dozens of other possibilities, because just Nolan's name, a flicker of his laugh or his perpetual petrichor and citrus smell was enough to make Anatole's stomach drop with unfiltered excitement, edged with a fear of… what? Inadequacy? Not being enough to be considered worthy of a spot in the boy's electric carnival, the way his spontaneity and genius made the world glow around the edges as if he knew some magic to expose brilliance of being, hidden just under the grey every-day skin.

By instinct, Anatole crossed the room to check the days until Nolan's visit on their calendar. It was a mess of a thing, plenty of dates crossed off, plans abandoned when something better came along or they didn't sound quite as fun anymore, months untouched because they simply couldn't bring themselves to write anything down. But in a purple highlighter Anatole had the luck of finding in a stairwell (and sanitizing well, after Stella had yelled at them about the dangers of picking up things from the ground in New York) the fifth of October was circled and starred and marked with a big X. Nolan, they'd written simply, in print much neater than they would normally bother with. Just two weeks and he'd be here, in New York, back to see them again. The joy of it all almost made them sick to consider, so they pulled away. Better focus on the present, better wait until later to daydream myself to sleep. Better work something out with the new roommate so we can at least be cordial. Was that the right word? They didn't care. Straightening up and pulling their hair into a small, bright ponytail that just skimmed the back of their neck with a rubber band, they headed to the new boy's room.

Ashton walked out of the room to see the puppy room mate walking towards him. He huffed and fully took in his surroundings. It really was a nice dorm.He decided that maybe he shouldn't be so rude, but he'd definitely keep his distance. Definitely wouldn't be the one to make the first move of speaking to the joyous man who now stood in front of him. And this person already seemed intrigued enough with Ashton to make conversation himself. He took another breath and braced himself for too much energy to handle. He had to do the same with Evelyn,who he remembered would be swinging into town in a week or two with her band. He hoped to be able to play a few shows and have a good time making less cash than he normally does. But for now. He had to deal with Anatole.

Anatole didn't really take in how truly minuscule Ashton was until they were stood in front of him, awkwardly offering their hand for the boy to shake. He's built, Anatole thought nonsensically, recalling a documentary on the species he'd seen while sick a few months back, like a penguin. Part of them wanted to say it, just to break the uncomfortable silence that had settled after they dropped their still unshaken hand, but they held back.

"Hi! I'm Anatole, which you know, of course, that was on the rooming information sheet, and you're Ashton, which you know…" they trailed off, looking at his necklace. They could feel their face flush. To a certain degree, they were used to things like that– to be around Daylily or Nolan, one must be. But still. Pointedly trying to avoid looking too closely at the purple, almond shaped marks littering Ashton's neck, they pulled their face into a grin. Usually, they would have no problem befriending a stranger on a bus or in a class, but there was an unmistakable commitment in Ashton and their shared living situation, at least until the boy either broke and moved out or Nolan passionately fell in love with Anatole and invited them to come live with him in a tiny cabin in the woods, where they could grow their own vegetables and make out on the hardwood floor, and– Anatole snapped back to the moment. Focus. Trying to channel Daylily's casual confidence, they reached out and put a hand on Ashton's shoulder. A doltish, clumsy move, to be sure, but now it seemed to late to turn back.

"So, you're a fellow homosexual! Or, bi? How do you label? Of course, if you don't, label I mean– that doesn't matter either. Gender and sexuality, it's all–"

"This isn't working." Ashton's voice was deeper than Anatole expected; tired, and edged with smoke. "I think this," he made a small, lazy gesture at the room around him, "will work out better if we both just stay out of each other's way. Are you going to be in tonight?" Daylily wasn't in the habit of making plans until fifteen minutes beforehand, just enough time to get dressed, so Anatole didn't know.

They just nodded their head, then wrought with an inexplicable fear that the boy would think them childish or unable of talking, blurted: "Yeah, probably, no plans. Uh, you?"

"No, not tonight. Sadly." he muttered.

"Ah, okay! That's fine, obviously. I'll just be in my room." They jabbed their thumb to the left, before realizing that was the direction of Ashtons', not their own. "No! That's your room. I wouldn't be in your room, ever, because that's creepy, unless, of course… you invited me into your room?" They clapped their hands to their face. "But not in a sexual way! God, no, that's creepy. I'm… just going to go." A little quicker than could have looked casual, they shuffled off towards, thankfully, the correct room, and shut the door behind them. For a moment, they just hovered there, unsure of exactly what to do. Anatole had never claimed to be an expert in greeting roommates, but they had a strong feeling this wasn't quite the correct way to go about it.