"I only want a lover like any other- what do I get? I just wanna friend who'll stay to the end- what do I get?"
A lonely punk leaves a note between two books in the library, expecting it to get thrown out with the trash.
Little did she know, the stuffy, kinda goth literature nerd is a lot nicer than she looks.
(Aka: Punk and Dark Academia would make and amazing set up for a lesbian romance and you can fight me on this)
(May I? This sounds interesting-)
((Sure!!))
(Yay thank you!)
((Would you mind if I'm the punk? I have a character I'm trying to flesh out a bit more…))
(Nope, not at all!)
((Great! Do you wanna do a template or jump right in?))
(uh template please!)
Sure thing!
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Looks:
Aesthetic:
Personality:
Other:
(Can you get yours up first? I wanna make sure the two are compatible :P)
Name: Kathleen Smith
Age: ((I was thinking high school, so…)) 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: GAYYYY
Looks: Wild brown curls, fair skin, brown eyes she hides behind her hair most of the time, scrawny, faint freckles if you bother to look closely (most don't)
Aesthetic: Casually, it's ripped jeans and band tees and a denim jacket covered in patches. When she's going out, it's worn tartan skirts and fishnets and combat boots, a mostly open button down and her grandmother's leather jacket
Personality: Acts loud and confident, sassy, really dry humor, rebellious, impulsive, more emotional than she lets on, actually really sweet and loyal if you bother getting close to her.
Other: Plays guitar, writes songs, goes by the pseudonym Phoenix sometimes when she's at shows
(Hm, okay. I think I'll be making a new character for this rp, so this will probably take me longer than usual.)
((Alrighty!!))
(akjhdaskjfdajk sorry, change of plans, I won't be able to get my character up for awhile, but later tonight if I remember!)
((That's fine!!! Whatever works!!!))
Name: Meira Griffin
Age: 17
Gender: female
Sexuality: lesbian
Looks: As a general look, this img. Her general expression is a mix between this and this, her emotions always being outwardly displayed, no matter how much Meira tries to hide it.
Aesthetic: Casual- slightly oversized hoodie over a loose t-shirt and loose shorts/baggy-ish pants. Nicer-ish- a more form fitting hoodie over a t-shirt, jeans, and converse shoes. (not unlike this ref img i found) When in need to look real nice- Depending on her mood, Meira may wear a, b, or c if she's happy/feeling cute, or d if she needs to look more formal, and e (but black) if she isn't feeling too great.
Personality: Meira is a very empathetic, loving person. She wears her heart on her clothes. One can instantly tell if there's been something on her mind, or how she's feeling at any given moment just by examining her facial expression and/or clothes. However, because in the past this made her very vulnerable and easy to take advantage of, Meira is quite hesitant to trust people she doesn't know. Even though she's not very close with anyone anymore, she still tries to tell herself that she's fine, that she doesn't need anyone.
Other: –
((I love her!!!! Ready to start?))
(Thank you!! And sure!)
((Want me to start?))
(Yes please)
Kathleen sighed, looking over the note she wrote, her own small scrawl dancing across the page.
Ya know that Buzzcock's (go ahead and laugh at the name now) Song? What Do I Get? Damn, that hits hard. Specifically: "I just want a lover/Like any other/What do I get? I just wanna friend/who will stay to the end/What do I get?" Don't even get me started on the last verse.
I had one adult tell me I wasn't pathetic. They were wrong. How do I know? I'm so fucking pathetic, I'm writing a note that I know is gonna just be thrown out with the rest of the trash because I have no one else to talk to. I made a whole new fucking level. And somehow, I'm fucking stuck there. If some poor idiot does have to read this (sorry), then take a good hard look. 'Cause I'm just the lonelier version of you, with no clue how it all went wrong.
Sure, I can talk to people when I go to shows, and I can have a good time. But I never see them again. And they have their own friends to go back to. So, Peter Shelly, take it away:
"What do I get? I get no love
What do I get? I get no sleep at nights
What do I get? I get nothing that's nice
What do I get? I get nothing at all, at all, at all, at all…"
-Kathleen Smith
(The Most Pathetic Punk You Ever Did See)
She folded the note, tucking it under the book she pulled out, and going back to the shelf, shoving the book and he note in, before shouldering her beat up messenger bag and walking out of the school library.
((Bump?))
(Sorry, I don't know if you saw, but I posted something on nb about my rps- I'll be having to put this one on hold until further notice. In the meantime, it'll be sitting in my unreads- if you'd like to just abandon this and do it with someone else, though, I will understand.)
I… am going to have to take a hiatus from Notebook, yet again. Well, obviously this means rps. But this one will be slightly different from the last one. It is going to be me taking a break from rps. With the toll that both quarantine and online school is taking on my mental health, I need to step back from them. As much as I absolutely love doing them, I am finding that my creativity and my mental health are at an all-time low. I'm dipping into depressive episodes much more frequently, and this- I just can't be stressed about replying to rps anymore. However, there is indeed one exception. One of the group rps I'm in, 'It's always raining in September,' I will be continuing, since there are so many people in it. But this will greatly lessen my workload on Notebook, seeing as it's only going to be one I'm working with. I apologise for any inconveniences, but it's for the better of my health, both physically and mentally.
~Izzy