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tw: death mention, tw: suicide mention, tw: negativity

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Deletion Notice/Heads Up

((Okay, I’ve got some important stuff to talk about.

tw: death mention, tw: suicide mention, tw: negativity

         For the past few months I’ve felt odd about coming on here. It’s a really uneasy feeling and I don't want a lot of you guys to feel you've chased me off or anything, but it's time to say goodbye to my life as an indie rp blog.

                 I feel very out of place, and discomforted when I come on, whether it's general negativity, or just how busy and hectic my life has been in general.

            In the past month alone, I've jumped about a thousand miles to move out of an emotionally abusive situation where I was extremely malnourished to trying to adjust to an entire new way of life.

           I've had to cut ties with friends who've become toxic or manipulative. 

                                         I had a close family member commit suicide.

                         I'm about to start searching for work in a place I'm completely unfamiliar with and the prospect of that is simply utterly terrifying by nature.

                          I really want to return to my ideal of writing young adult novels.

                        There are so many reasons for this, but I feel like has to come to an end. However, I still love Rose, so for that fact-- I'll likely remake, but only stick to relationships I've developed or close friends. 

          It's just too stressful and I've turned into treating rp like a job I can't avoid, it's turned less into a stress relief system and more as a way to stress myself even more than I already am. I’m pushing myself closer and closer to the brink with something I used to love and enjoy

                              So this is just your heads up, I'll leave this up for a week or so and then I'll probably delete this blog. 

Thanks for sticking by me, this community pulled me out of a huge writing rut, but all good things come to an end.

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((I really wanna do some writing but I’ve got a loooot of housework so we’ll see um

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**IF I OWE U A THING PLS REMIND ME BECAUSE IM RLY SCATTERBRAINED RN SORRY***

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                               ╰❀╮ Engage Professor Mode.

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         exphemera liked this for a starter

              “Vivillon fascinate me – I’m always taken by all the different wing patterns.” Not to mention the fact that this was one of the very first times she had ever seen a Vivillon in person. “A very close friend of mine has a habit of sending me pictures of all the patterns he’s seen.” If he knew the name of the pattern he tended to send her little jokes alongside that went with the pattern names.                          “Are Vivillon a common sight around here?”

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                  ╰❀╮ Tristan takes the attention with about as much flamboyance as usual, stumbling and rebalancing himself on her antler headband-- striking the blonde once in the face and lips with a red wing that she has to recoil back from, only to shove himself  up and away to flutter and circle the professor’s head like a stereotypical Sharpedo. Rose is trying to regain her dignity, wiping her lips like she’s in pain, trying not to grimace in shock. 

                  After all, she’d recognized this woman nigh immediately. She’d rather not embarrass herself in front a professor-- “T-they’re--” She paints on a grin-- awkward as it may be. “They’re usually pretty deep to find unless you’re outright lookin’ for them-”

         The ever animated Vivillon is quick to try and perch himself-- rather rudely on Professor Juniper’s shoulder. Rose’s smile descends into an anxious frown, embarrassment seems impossible to avoid-- hopefully Professor Juniper at least as carefree as August would be... “Not all the Scatterbug around here are quite as flamboyant as T-tristan, but they happen to be everywhere.”

                        “I hope that’s not too much a disappointment, professor.”

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                ╰❀ ╮ Silently agrees about the adorableness of dratini.

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              ✗ ✗The streets of Lumiose were normally so crowded that you could find at least one familiar face in the mix, but after doing a few rounds at her usual haunts Ziv found no one. She’d long since given up and began wandering down side roads, streets that were lined with benches and pretty little separations with flowers and the like. The sun was hot, her throat was parched, and in the distance she saw a golden light–

                    No, that was just some hair.

                    Bright golden blonde hair with bouncy curls and– Was that Rose?

                    Thank Arceus.

                    She near threw herself on to the bench next to the blonde, ignoring her body language and scooting closer as Rose inched away. 

                                                           ╰❀ ╮ “…Money?” 

                    Now, most would have been offended. They would at least deny it first. Ziv, with a lopsided grin and an open palm, nodded towards the vending machine across the way. “Can ya spot me? I’ll get you a biscuit with the change or something!” As if it were her own money to even be spending on a galette. She was so generous.

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                 ╰❀ ╮Anything that got ‘spotted’ was unlikely to ever return to her  (or rather, her doctor’s) pocket. Rose wasn’t naive enough to believe otherwise. She’d scoot further from this uncomfortable stooge if she wouldn’t find herself collapsing sideways onto the hot concrete. Ick. 

                      Of course, Ziv was a simpleton. A mere annoyance she’s unsure if she’s willing to keep around, or pay to get rid of. Maybe...

                  She crosses her legs with a fluid motion. “I’m feelin’ rather miserly today--- “

                    “What’s in it for me? A biscuit isn’t much of an i-incentive, y’know.”  She breathes out a condescending sigh, lips closing tightly after. “I feel as if I’m employin’ you. But you’re not doin’ much work for me.”

[monsieur-sycamore-archive]

That smile of his only increases in size with each word she quietly tries to stutter out. One brow arches when she fails to finish several of her sentences, but one peek at her steadily reddening face makes the inquiry on his lips fade. He finds it incredibly sweet to witness such a genuinely positive reaction from Rose, especially after those tough months of recovery.  

“Take your time. There’s no rush.”  

He almost wants to reach out to still her twitching fingers, but he resists. If anything, doing such an action would probably only add to her suddenly nervous energy. Feet shuffle to the side until he’s closer to the table. One hand causally rests against the surface while the other flicks back his lab coat so that it can comfortably rest near his hip. In comparison to his dear friend, Augustine was the image of casualness.  

In response to her business card jest, he sticks out his tongue before his mouth forms yet another of his glowing smiles. Now, Augustine was always known to be a ‘smiler’, but right now he just couldn’t stop! And, much to his delight, Rose also appeared to be in the same boat.  

“Maybe I’m pulling the ol matryoshka doll trick. Maybe inside there will be a smaller locket, which will need an even smaller key…” He shoots her a look of cheeky mischief. “Wouldn’t that be frustrating?”

Observing as she fumbles with the chain before holding it out for him to open, the professor bows his head in silent agreement. However, before he can make the slightest move to approach, the locket is hastily making its retreat into her closing palm. Like before, his brow curves in quiet curiosity until he realizes what she’s doing.  

“Ah…” A sliver of teeth shows as his smile turns charming. “Like the movies. What role would you want me to play?”  

Pushing away from the desk, elegant fingers stretch to make contact with the piece of jewelry. He’s happy to be the one to open it, but he would have to do it slowly so that he had time to look back at her face.  

He doesn’t want to miss her reaction.  

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                     ╰❀ ╮She gulps down air. Closed-lip smiles won’t ever really be exactly enough to convey what exactly darts across her mind.  Nor will her distracted fingers communicate when they’re combing through her ivory locks to keep from reaching for his arms as he--- Arceus forbid-- takes his time handling the locket with those graceful hands of his.

                                                       This was a bad idea. Whether she’s watching his digits as he-- her feet shift in nervousness- the little ticking, ticking, ticking in her chest? A dash of cherry blossom pink painted across her face when he’s barely done anything but humor her. Yes, this is entirely her own fault for suggesting it. So instead of looking up and meeting his eyes as he watches her face, she’ll regard only his fingers with anxious cerise eyes. Between his hands and the rising and falling of her chest. Does she have a right to get this worked up with happiness?

              “You’re---” What’s an acceptable role for him? Nothing dreamlike, nothing too showy or extravagant (Especially nothing of the romantic sense).

                        “I guess you’re a knight-- or a king-- y-yeah.”

                                             “I w-would go cliche and say you’re a prince, b-but kings are the ones who usually give the rewards in the end, aren’t they?” She pouts, head tilting before her arms fall to her sides. “It’s like y-you’re knighting me-- actually.”

                                      Yes, that sounds suitably platonic. Good girl.

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((BREATHES HEAVILY  LETS.... GET TO... DRAFTS....

[intj-irl]

I am a small girl who looks like she couldn’t even hurt a butterfly, and I’ve often been told that I look cute until I open my mouth. This fact is really amusing to me.

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' layers ' character meme

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LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Rose Annie Bluebell

Eye Color: Cerise Pink

Hair Style/Color: Rose’s hair is a shimmery ivory blonde. It’s incredibly thick and wavy-- sometimes bordering on heavy curls when the weather’s right (Or wrong). She usually wears at least one braid in her hair each day she goes out.

Height: 5′ 

Clothing Style: Rose originally had a penchant for mori-kei, it was cheap and most of her clothing could be picked up from thrift stores and other sources, this still shows-- especially in winter she falls back into it. However, lately she’s delved into Kalosian fashion, with a preference for short skirts and comfy mini-shorts: and loose blouses that hide both her scar and he fact that she’s as flat as a board. She could never really be called a fashionista. She doesn’t spend much on clothing in general. Her outfits are usually in whites, pinks, greens, and browns. Usually on the pastel side.

Best Physical Feature: By far, Rose thinks this of her hair. She has near religious dedication to it, ensuring it’s in good shape and not too dry-- not too oily-- just soft and shiny. Her eyes might be a close second-- and her legs are her third preference.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Death. Irrelevance. Sickness and being being bedridden for long periods.

Guilty Pleasure: Soap operas. When she was younger she dabbled in otome games when bored.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Mass breeding. Shiny Breeding. Irresponsible trainers. People who can’t mind their own business.

Ambition for the Future: She’ll settle for obtaining glory or recognition in almost any way-- but she’s partial to pokemon professorhood (Particularly in paleobiology and paleobotany)

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: She just reaches straight for her medication.

What They Think About the Most: Her health, what she wants to do, typically her pokemon, the doctor and August.

What They Think About Before Bed: Rose has severe death anxiety, which often comes to head right as she’s lying down for sleep. It’s alleviated sometimes by thinking of either her Pokemon or sometimes certain people

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Her intellect.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER? 

Single or Group Dates: Single.

Beauty or Brains: Both. She’s got really high standards, but brains are the most important factor.

Dogs or Cats: Both. Rose loves pretty much all pokemon regardless.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: She lies about her past. Her feelings. Sometimes casually to spare feelings. Rose hands out lies like candy on halloween.

Believe in Yourself: Depends on the situation. She thinks herself very intellegent and resourceful, sometimes arrogant in respects to her views and opinions. But she has ZEROconfidence in relationships.

Believe in Love: She’s inclined to say no, but she’s on the fence about it due to recent feelings.

Want Someone: Yes. Yes. Yes. Deny as she might. 

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: No.

Done Drugs: Only prescription.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Not to fit in, per se-- as in not for peer recognition. Rose is rather chameleon-like and alters mannerisms depending on her company, it’s more or less a way of protecting herself from threats. And her mild fear of commitment and relationships.

LAYER SEVEN: AGE

DOB: April 8th

Age You Lost Your Virginity: Still-- regrettably-- a virgin.

Does Age Matter: Yes. Rose strongly prefers older men (and the periodic woman) and usually won’t have an interest in anyone younger than twenty five.  The oldest she goes is about forty.

LAYER EIGHT: IN A BOY OR GIRL              

Best Personality: Passion is necessary. Sense of humor, self-motivated, succesful and ambitious. Someone not afraid to argue with her, but also intelligent and grounded enough to keep her on her toes. She likes people she can learn things from. 

Best Eye Color: Blue, but not really picky.

Best Hair Color: No preference. Though thick hair is nice.

Best thing to do with a Partner: She likes someone she can talk to excitedly on almost any topic-- but she also appreciates someone who could just be close to her and intimate and close without speaking. Generally, she likes one on one quiet time with people she likes, either at someone else’s place, or maybe someone who’d go camping with her.

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: to learning everything I can get my hands on. I feel: as if I don’t have a moment to waste on anyone else but me, so I should stop squanderin’ time. I hide: my weaknesses and inadequacies. I miss: too much. I wish: for a life that lasts long enough for me to achieve everything I can imagine.

[myersandbriggs]

The type of person INTJs will go for

Who you usually go for: The one who argues with you. Or does anything else that engages both your intellect and emotion at the same time. You enjoy analysing every tiny detail about people’s behaviour and what makes them tick. So surprise, surprise, you’re attracted to the one that you can’t figure out. The one whose behaviour you can’t quite analyse.

Who you should go for: The one who seduces you. The one who is able to make you throw logic out the window, and just go with what you’re feeling. Someone who shows you that things don’t always have to “make sense” for them to make you happy.