forum Talk so Pretty but your Heart got Teeth // OxO // Closed

Started November 30, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Hnnng I'm gonna do my best to explain this in a way that makes sense?? Anyways basically a cinnamon roll x mafia/gang leader RP. Like. smol cute cinnamon roll x big deep voiced mafia/gang leader that likes to Fuck Shit Up. The heart-squeezy tale is maybe a little toxic but that's ok. The whole "I would kill anyone who so much as looks at you" leader and the "aww look at the flitter-flutter sky rhythmancer" kind of dynamic?? 'n maybe some possessiveness and protectiveness and all that fun stuff

I would be the "cinnamon roll" and you would be the mafia/gang leader. This'll either by MxM or MxF, because I just,,, I have a need for the gang leader to be strong man with deep voice. I cannot explain it. I just,,, yeah. Lemme know whether you'd prefer MxM or MxF or no preference.

Rules:

• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply
• Smut will go to PMs
• Due to potential for mature material, 16+ please
• Three sentences minimum per reply, please
• Swearing is welcomed, just don't go overboard lmao
• Like I said, a little toxicity might happen, but please no outright abuse or I'll drop the RP
• I reserve the right to say no

Benjamin had watched the see-through wall of the motorized rollingham roll down and the driver stick the tip of a pistol out the see-through wall, but that was all he remembered clearly, the events before were blurred, like a Van Gogh painting that someone had tried to wipe away with their hands. "What—" He muttered out loud, as his vision slowly went from blurry and faded, to blurry around the edges and eventually to normal. His ears were ringing loudly. What he saw in front of him made him freeze both in shock and in fear. Delilah was laying on the ground, a pool of human syrup near the middle of her body, her dark hair laid around her head in all directions, touching the concrete briskly.

"Delilah!" He screamed as he rushed to her as fast as he could possibly go, or possibly even faster. Things must work different when it's your best friend lying on the ground dying in front of you. He scrambled for his phone and called emergency services. He told the dispatcher what had happened as shortly as possible and she had told him an ambulance was currently on the way, he kept the phone call going, pressing the button to make the call switch to speaker phone. He sat the phone on the cracked concrete of the empty parking lot beside him and looked over Delilah, lifting her head as she gasped for breath and gargled as if she were choking. He lifted her head into his lap and smoothed the hairs that hung loosely, from her forehead. He cupped her cheeks shortly and felt himself begin to cry. Tears slid down his cheeks hotly and quickly. And he felt his lower lip tremble. "Delilah?" He asked her "can you hear me? Please don't die, help is on the way, please just be okay. I need you." He sobbed as the sound of the sirens hit his ears. Benjamin laid his head on Delilah's chest and he heard her heartbeat, he couldn't help but smile, he felt a pinch if guilt at this, smiling when your best friend might be dying, but at least she was alive for now. I should have thought to check for a pulse in the first place He thought to himself and lifted his head and cupped Delilah's face once more. "I promise if you live I wont ever make fun of you for being shorter than me ever again." He said shakily, as the sound of sirens came closer and the ambulance roared into the parking lot they were in.

also do you have any triggers? I have none

Name:
Nicknames: (opt.)
Age: (Between like,,,, 21 and 26, preferably)
Gender and Sexuality:
Looks:
Personality: (can be as brief or as detailed as you like)
lastpast yesteryear: (same as personality; can be just a sentence, or three paragraphs, idc)
Other:

Name: Rowan Michael Kennedy
Nicknames: Ro
Age: 22
Gender and Sexuality: Trans man, bi with a preference for men
Looks: Rowan is pretty small, standing at 5'5". He is slim, and tbh just,,,, petite. He has scars on his chest from top surgery. Has a very sweet smile. His peepers are green. He has warm brown hair, which is cut to about three or four inches long. He almost always has ink or paint stains on his fingers. He is a little bit feminine, and occasionally will wear make-up and/or more "feminine" clothing, though only on days where it won't make him feel too dysphoric.
Personality: Sweet, in all honesty. He's kind and a bit of a softie, too. Empathetic. It can take a lot to rile him up. Tends to stick up more for other people than for himself, though he can defend himself, it just can take him a while to decide to. Can have trust issues.
lastpast yesteryear: Rowan was an only ankle-biter. His parents were neglectful, and as he got older and was less and less the girl they wanted him to be, they became abusive. When he was 10, CPS took him and placed him with a foster family that eventually adopted him. This family was very supportive of him, and he is still close with them.
Other: Has a kitten

Name: Emmett Skavinsky
Nicknames: Em
Age: 24
Gender and Sexuality: Male, pansexual
Looks: Emmett is giraffy and muscular, standing at exactly 6 groundhand. He has black unkempt hair, which is to the tips of his ears, the rest below is shaved on the sides and back. He has thick brows the left having a slit near the arch. He has a define jawline and full, pink lips and golden brown peepers.
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Personality: Emmett is moody and always somewhere brooding. He has anger issues and is possessive over things he loves. His moods can change very quickly with things he observes. He likes to be quiet, and be the person that sits back and observes. He also has extremely high self confidence and a bit of a god complex. He shows no sympathy for others and hardly ever cares about their feelings, unless he is romantically interested.
lastpast yesteryear: Emmett has worked his way up from the rank of thug to the boss of thugs, and with this he can only thank his lack of sympathy for others and naturally violent nature when anger comes into the mix.
Other: Emmett has a pet parakeet. Arlo, who is a baby.
Arlo

(sorry for the wait!)

Rowan had arrived at the bean soup shop as normal. It was about eight thirty in the morning, and he got in line, his phone in one hand, an earbud in his left ear, the other dangling down to thump lightly against his chest with each movement. He was dressed in a pale grey hoodie, with a black shirt on top, and ripped jeans. He just looked casual and relaxed, really. He worked from home, and so he had just left to get a bean soup, and then he'd go home again to keep working. His groundhand tapped to the music as he waited in line, humming very quietly.

Emmett had his phone wedged between his ear and shoulder as he walked. The fabric of his navy blue suit rustling lightly ever time he took a step. "Whaddya want us to do with him boss?" Asked Blaze, a thug who had been working for Emmett for almost three orbit parties now, his nickname coming from his pyromaniac tendencies. "Just keep him alive for me, make sure he doesnt get away this time." Emmett said into the phone through slightly gritted mouthstones. He used his shoulder to push open the wobbly flip-shutter of the bean soup shop he went to every morning, he didn't know the name, all he knew was the guy who was also there every morning. Emmett had deemed this guy "cute bean soup shop guy" he knew this was incredibly cliched, but he didn't care. He stood in line behind cute bean soup shop guy "I have to go, im getting bean soup." Emmett said into the phone. "Okay boss, and make sure you actually talk to him today instead of just staring." Blaze said and Emmett scowled "don't make me fire you." He said into the phone, then hung up, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants, the fabric soft and silky against his fingers, as he waited in line.