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@alpha-desi
hi pals ! so the polls have finished and you all voted for a band on tour mini group on discord ! So, with that said please send your characters to me so I can go through them. I’ll put up a list of open positions under the read more. It’s going to be first come first serve for now and once you get the discord link sent to you you’re free to submit an application for one character to start. Hope to have you join !
Do y’all want a 100 follower special?
I’ll do one, probably headcanons on how Desi would respond to your OC’s in situations or small Drabbles of des doing stuff y’all request 😇
Let me know
Xoxo 💋 a.s
It looks like deletion is going to happen. Give this a like/reblog if you want the new blog to follow you when I get it up.
Please note that all threads for this blog will be dropped unless you contact me and tell me you’d like to continue
🖤 sorry this happened
also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu
Kiss me or kill me, you’re only capable of one
Prompt #27
Person A: “why do people keep trying to put this blanket on me”
Person B: “because you’re in shock”
Person A: “That doesn’t mean I need a blanket...it means I need booze. Where’s the bar”
You said you loved me...this is betrayal.
Give me a reason. To blow your fucking head off.
You said you loved me...this is betrayal.
Closed RP starter ( @alpha-desi )
Thomas was on a walk. That’s what he told himself, anyway. He’d actually been sent out by his brother, who seemed to have developed a fondness for the phrase: “stop slumping around in the house. go make a new friend, get run over or something, just get the hell out of the house for a minute”. Thomas normally just ignored him and went back to doing whatever it was he was up to at the time; chewing his jacket strings, listening to the same song for four hours, talking to himself.
But today, the weather was alright, and Thomas wanted to feel the cool air on his skin. He had picked up a big stick from the grass in front of his house, and he was dragging it around behind him, imagining that it left lines against the sidewalk. It didn’t, but Thomas didn’t know that. There wasn’t a lot of vegetation on this street; he couldn’t see to begin with, but now he especially couldn’t see.
A rock came up under his foot. He stumbled.
He fell.
All hell broke loose. Thomas couldn’t afford to trip in unfamiliar areas, his bearings were completely thrown off, his sense of direction became obsolete. He felt around at the ground beside him. He grabbed his stick and pulled himself up to his feet.
“Hello?” he called, making the mistake of turning around, “Hello?!”
Toby pulled into the driveway, eyeing the number of cars ahead of him. Something didn't quite add up in his head, but he didn't worry about it.
Thomas heard the many clicks of a car turning off and stepped outside, carrying his wine bottle and following Toby's footsteps to the door.
Thomas knocked on the door, fidgeting nervously as he waited for her.
Des rushed toward the door, just before she opened it she bent over and shook her hair out, before flipping it back.
She pulled the door open with a wide smile “hi!” She looked Thomas up and down “you look good” she whispered in his mind
“Come in come in” she proped the door open, ushering them inside. Ignoring the steady beat of theos heart in the closet not to far from her.
Thomas smiled. Thank you.
He stayed close to her as they walked further into the house.
"We brought the wine," he said, holding it up, "the store clerk said it was good."
“Jerry usually knows what he’s talking about” she took the bottle, sliding her arm around his.
“Toby, come in, if you don’t do wine, there’s whiskey as well” she smiled, gaze soft and open. Friendly even. “You know I don’t think your brother likes me”
Thomas shook his head. He just doesn't know you yet. He can see, so he tries to stand guard around strangers. He hasn't come to terms with my blindness yet, so he thinks he needs to protect me.
Toby quietly followed behind them, politely keeping his hands in his pockets and looking around at the place.
She tried not to pout. She really did. Instead she turned with a gorgeous smile and tilted her head “feel free to look around. The two spares are waiting to be furnished, but my room is just there” she pointed.
Releasing Thomas she glides around the kitchen, boots clicking against the wood. I’ll never let anything happen to you. She snipped in her mind, Thomas meant something to her now. Like she’d ever willingly let something bad happen to him was laughable
He smiled to himself. Thank you. That means a lot to me.
Toby's eyes were still wandering, looking at the furniture and the walls.
"This is a real nice place," he commented.
“Thank you, I haven’t dedicated as much time to decorating it as I wanted to, the only real finished room is my bedroom” she called from the open kitchen. Grabbing glasses
“Tell me more about you, do you work?” She asked setting the glasses on the coffee table and pouring some in each, handing Thomas ones and reaching toward Toby to hand him one as well. Then she sat down next to Thomas, her wolf sated and relaxed in her mind now that he was here and she was at home.
Toby nodded. "I work at the library," he said, sniffing his glass, "we get a lot of business these days, for some reason."
“Library, that’s fun, do you read often yourself?” She ignored the fact that Toby didn’t trust her enough not to poison him, since he did buy the bottle.
“It’s downtime, the kids are out of school, and the parents are trying to keep them busy enough until Christmas, it’s normal” Desi shrugged and tilted her glass toward her mouth again. Thinking about when she was a child and had to find something to do since she was alone during these times.
Toby nodded. "I tend to go for art books. Tutorial type things and history stuff."
Thomas took a short pull from his glass and licked his teeth.
She nodded “books are cool, you’ll have to show me some of your stuff, I’ve tried painting and that ended horribly, maybe I just didn’t have a good teacher”
She nudged Thomas and smiled, relishing in the feeling of him next to her. Of being able to smell him throughout the house. The oven dinged and she hoped up.
“Dinners ready, and don’t worry Toby, I didn’t poison it” she giggles and winks, heels clicking as she made her way to the kitchen
Closed RP starter ( @alpha-desi )
Thomas was on a walk. That’s what he told himself, anyway. He’d actually been sent out by his brother, who seemed to have developed a fondness for the phrase: “stop slumping around in the house. go make a new friend, get run over or something, just get the hell out of the house for a minute”. Thomas normally just ignored him and went back to doing whatever it was he was up to at the time; chewing his jacket strings, listening to the same song for four hours, talking to himself.
But today, the weather was alright, and Thomas wanted to feel the cool air on his skin. He had picked up a big stick from the grass in front of his house, and he was dragging it around behind him, imagining that it left lines against the sidewalk. It didn’t, but Thomas didn’t know that. There wasn’t a lot of vegetation on this street; he couldn’t see to begin with, but now he especially couldn’t see.
A rock came up under his foot. He stumbled.
He fell.
All hell broke loose. Thomas couldn’t afford to trip in unfamiliar areas, his bearings were completely thrown off, his sense of direction became obsolete. He felt around at the ground beside him. He grabbed his stick and pulled himself up to his feet.
“Hello?” he called, making the mistake of turning around, “Hello?!”
Toby pulled into the driveway, eyeing the number of cars ahead of him. Something didn't quite add up in his head, but he didn't worry about it.
Thomas heard the many clicks of a car turning off and stepped outside, carrying his wine bottle and following Toby's footsteps to the door.
Thomas knocked on the door, fidgeting nervously as he waited for her.
Des rushed toward the door, just before she opened it she bent over and shook her hair out, before flipping it back.
She pulled the door open with a wide smile “hi!” She looked Thomas up and down “you look good” she whispered in his mind
“Come in come in” she proped the door open, ushering them inside. Ignoring the steady beat of theos heart in the closet not to far from her.
Thomas smiled. Thank you.
He stayed close to her as they walked further into the house.
"We brought the wine," he said, holding it up, "the store clerk said it was good."
“Jerry usually knows what he’s talking about” she took the bottle, sliding her arm around his.
“Toby, come in, if you don’t do wine, there’s whiskey as well” she smiled, gaze soft and open. Friendly even. “You know I don’t think your brother likes me”
Thomas shook his head. He just doesn't know you yet. He can see, so he tries to stand guard around strangers. He hasn't come to terms with my blindness yet, so he thinks he needs to protect me.
Toby quietly followed behind them, politely keeping his hands in his pockets and looking around at the place.
She tried not to pout. She really did. Instead she turned with a gorgeous smile and tilted her head “feel free to look around. The two spares are waiting to be furnished, but my room is just there” she pointed.
Releasing Thomas she glides around the kitchen, boots clicking against the wood. I’ll never let anything happen to you. She snipped in her mind, Thomas meant something to her now. Like she’d ever willingly let something bad happen to him was laughable
He smiled to himself. Thank you. That means a lot to me.
Toby's eyes were still wandering, looking at the furniture and the walls.
"This is a real nice place," he commented.
“Thank you, I haven’t dedicated as much time to decorating it as I wanted to, the only real finished room is my bedroom” she called from the open kitchen. Grabbing glasses
“Tell me more about you, do you work?” She asked setting the glasses on the coffee table and pouring some in each, handing Thomas ones and reaching toward Toby to hand him one as well. Then she sat down next to Thomas, her wolf sated and relaxed in her mind now that he was here and she was at home.
Toby nodded. "I work at the library," he said, sniffing his glass, "we get a lot of business these days, for some reason."
“Library, that’s fun, do you read often yourself?” She ignored the fact that Toby didn’t trust her enough not to poison him, since he did buy the bottle.
“It’s downtime, the kids are out of school, and the parents are trying to keep them busy enough until Christmas, it’s normal” Desi shrugged and tilted her glass toward her mouth again. Thinking about when she was a child and had to find something to do since she was alone during these times.
Closed RP starter ( @alpha-desi )
Thomas was on a walk. That’s what he told himself, anyway. He’d actually been sent out by his brother, who seemed to have developed a fondness for the phrase: “stop slumping around in the house. go make a new friend, get run over or something, just get the hell out of the house for a minute”. Thomas normally just ignored him and went back to doing whatever it was he was up to at the time; chewing his jacket strings, listening to the same song for four hours, talking to himself.
But today, the weather was alright, and Thomas wanted to feel the cool air on his skin. He had picked up a big stick from the grass in front of his house, and he was dragging it around behind him, imagining that it left lines against the sidewalk. It didn’t, but Thomas didn’t know that. There wasn’t a lot of vegetation on this street; he couldn’t see to begin with, but now he especially couldn’t see.
A rock came up under his foot. He stumbled.
He fell.
All hell broke loose. Thomas couldn’t afford to trip in unfamiliar areas, his bearings were completely thrown off, his sense of direction became obsolete. He felt around at the ground beside him. He grabbed his stick and pulled himself up to his feet.
“Hello?” he called, making the mistake of turning around, “Hello?!”
Toby pulled into the driveway, eyeing the number of cars ahead of him. Something didn't quite add up in his head, but he didn't worry about it.
Thomas heard the many clicks of a car turning off and stepped outside, carrying his wine bottle and following Toby's footsteps to the door.
Thomas knocked on the door, fidgeting nervously as he waited for her.
Des rushed toward the door, just before she opened it she bent over and shook her hair out, before flipping it back.
She pulled the door open with a wide smile “hi!” She looked Thomas up and down “you look good” she whispered in his mind
“Come in come in” she proped the door open, ushering them inside. Ignoring the steady beat of theos heart in the closet not to far from her.
Thomas smiled. Thank you.
He stayed close to her as they walked further into the house.
"We brought the wine," he said, holding it up, "the store clerk said it was good."
“Jerry usually knows what he’s talking about” she took the bottle, sliding her arm around his.
“Toby, come in, if you don’t do wine, there’s whiskey as well” she smiled, gaze soft and open. Friendly even. “You know I don’t think your brother likes me”
Thomas shook his head. He just doesn't know you yet. He can see, so he tries to stand guard around strangers. He hasn't come to terms with my blindness yet, so he thinks he needs to protect me.
Toby quietly followed behind them, politely keeping his hands in his pockets and looking around at the place.
She tried not to pout. She really did. Instead she turned with a gorgeous smile and tilted her head “feel free to look around. The two spares are waiting to be furnished, but my room is just there” she pointed.
Releasing Thomas she glides around the kitchen, boots clicking against the wood. I’ll never let anything happen to you. She snipped in her mind, Thomas meant something to her now. Like she’d ever willingly let something bad happen to him was laughable
He smiled to himself. Thank you. That means a lot to me.
Toby's eyes were still wandering, looking at the furniture and the walls.
"This is a real nice place," he commented.
“Thank you, I haven’t dedicated as much time to decorating it as I wanted to, the only real finished room is my bedroom” she called from the open kitchen. Grabbing glasses
“Tell me more about you, do you work?” She asked setting the glasses on the coffee table and pouring some in each, handing Thomas ones and reaching toward Toby to hand him one as well. Then she sat down next to Thomas, her wolf sated and relaxed in her mind now that he was here and she was at home.
Desdemona Marie
She’s one of my OC’s that spoke to me. So I decided to make her a staple of my fics.
She’s not in all of them, but she will appear in some in the near further.
My other blogs are:
@inside-alainas-mind
@bitch-banshee
@blu-e-s
@olives-n-knives
@flo-darla
(Do come say hi 😇)
Desdemona is 5’7, green eyed, and has long brown hair that she refuses to cut no matter what anyone says.
She’s a fierce protector of her friends and family, should she have children it’ll get even worse. She loves to dress down, soft colors, jeans and even softer sweaters, but when it’s time she dons leather jackets and combat boots. Her heart is big, but she won’t hesitate to punch you in the fucking face. Remember that.
She is a person that doesn’t hide her intentions from anyone. She will tell you how she feels with little hesitation. If you’re being an asshole, or suspicious she won’t hide her skepticism.
Her aesthetic is a deep dark red or a light mint green.
give me. everything
Made a new blog 😇
Closed RP starter ( @alpha-desi )
Thomas was on a walk. That’s what he told himself, anyway. He’d actually been sent out by his brother, who seemed to have developed a fondness for the phrase: “stop slumping around in the house. go make a new friend, get run over or something, just get the hell out of the house for a minute”. Thomas normally just ignored him and went back to doing whatever it was he was up to at the time; chewing his jacket strings, listening to the same song for four hours, talking to himself.
But today, the weather was alright, and Thomas wanted to feel the cool air on his skin. He had picked up a big stick from the grass in front of his house, and he was dragging it around behind him, imagining that it left lines against the sidewalk. It didn’t, but Thomas didn’t know that. There wasn’t a lot of vegetation on this street; he couldn’t see to begin with, but now he especially couldn’t see.
A rock came up under his foot. He stumbled.
He fell.
All hell broke loose. Thomas couldn’t afford to trip in unfamiliar areas, his bearings were completely thrown off, his sense of direction became obsolete. He felt around at the ground beside him. He grabbed his stick and pulled himself up to his feet.
“Hello?” he called, making the mistake of turning around, “Hello?!”
Toby pulled into the driveway, eyeing the number of cars ahead of him. Something didn't quite add up in his head, but he didn't worry about it.
Thomas heard the many clicks of a car turning off and stepped outside, carrying his wine bottle and following Toby's footsteps to the door.
Thomas knocked on the door, fidgeting nervously as he waited for her.
Des rushed toward the door, just before she opened it she bent over and shook her hair out, before flipping it back.
She pulled the door open with a wide smile “hi!” She looked Thomas up and down “you look good” she whispered in his mind
“Come in come in” she proped the door open, ushering them inside. Ignoring the steady beat of theos heart in the closet not to far from her.
Thomas smiled. Thank you.
He stayed close to her as they walked further into the house.
"We brought the wine," he said, holding it up, "the store clerk said it was good."
“Jerry usually knows what he’s talking about” she took the bottle, sliding her arm around his.
“Toby, come in, if you don’t do wine, there’s whiskey as well” she smiled, gaze soft and open. Friendly even. “You know I don’t think your brother likes me”
Thomas shook his head. He just doesn't know you yet. He can see, so he tries to stand guard around strangers. He hasn't come to terms with my blindness yet, so he thinks he needs to protect me.
Toby quietly followed behind them, politely keeping his hands in his pockets and looking around at the place.
She tried not to pout. She really did. Instead she turned with a gorgeous smile and tilted her head “feel free to look around. The two spares are waiting to be furnished, but my room is just there” she pointed.
Releasing Thomas she glides around the kitchen, boots clicking against the wood. I’ll never let anything happen to you. She snipped in her mind, Thomas meant something to her now. Like she’d ever willingly let something bad happen to him was laughable
Closed RP starter ( @alpha-desi )
Thomas was on a walk. That’s what he told himself, anyway. He’d actually been sent out by his brother, who seemed to have developed a fondness for the phrase: “stop slumping around in the house. go make a new friend, get run over or something, just get the hell out of the house for a minute”. Thomas normally just ignored him and went back to doing whatever it was he was up to at the time; chewing his jacket strings, listening to the same song for four hours, talking to himself.
But today, the weather was alright, and Thomas wanted to feel the cool air on his skin. He had picked up a big stick from the grass in front of his house, and he was dragging it around behind him, imagining that it left lines against the sidewalk. It didn’t, but Thomas didn’t know that. There wasn’t a lot of vegetation on this street; he couldn’t see to begin with, but now he especially couldn’t see.
A rock came up under his foot. He stumbled.
He fell.
All hell broke loose. Thomas couldn’t afford to trip in unfamiliar areas, his bearings were completely thrown off, his sense of direction became obsolete. He felt around at the ground beside him. He grabbed his stick and pulled himself up to his feet.
“Hello?” he called, making the mistake of turning around, “Hello?!”
Toby pulled into the driveway, eyeing the number of cars ahead of him. Something didn't quite add up in his head, but he didn't worry about it.
Thomas heard the many clicks of a car turning off and stepped outside, carrying his wine bottle and following Toby's footsteps to the door.
Thomas knocked on the door, fidgeting nervously as he waited for her.
Des rushed toward the door, just before she opened it she bent over and shook her hair out, before flipping it back.
She pulled the door open with a wide smile “hi!” She looked Thomas up and down “you look good” she whispered in his mind
“Come in come in” she proped the door open, ushering them inside. Ignoring the steady beat of theos heart in the closet not to far from her.
Thomas smiled. Thank you.
He stayed close to her as they walked further into the house.
"We brought the wine," he said, holding it up, "the store clerk said it was good."
“Jerry usually knows what he’s talking about” she took the bottle, sliding her arm around his.
“Toby, come in, if you don’t do wine, there’s whiskey as well” she smiled, gaze soft and open. Friendly even. “You know I don’t think your brother likes me”
