helena rps

side blog for roleplay stuff. my main is wizardofloneliness. xo

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milou ryder-moss –– 17, scorpio, half-blood bleach-scrubbed sneakers & the tears of lowerclassmen ☺

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EZRA’S LOOKS –– dark denim, eclectic prints and textures, oversized everything. jeans always cuffed a tad too high. mostly colors found in nature with dashes of blood red. never ever ever wears purple because that symbolizes royalty and he’s the antithesis of that.

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nocturnal 19-yr-old loser with a tattoo of a cat smoking a joint. that's all u need to know.

• grew up in venice beach with his older siblings and teen mom, a perpetually drunk beach babe with a weakness for douchey men and reckless spending. was sent to live with his dad at 16, surprised to discover that he was a depressed, broke, 90s one hit wonder ("everything i doooo, i do it forrr yooou" yah right dad). he recently killed himself which has left ezra with daddy issues galore because they had so much in common? and they'd grown really close really quickly?? more forgiving of his mom as he gets older, because he understands that she was just a victim who sacrificed a lot and tried her best.

• everything about him is disastrous. like, there is not a single element of ezra's life that is stable or elegant. it's just a jumble of anxiety, chaos, grief, whatever. he seems so fragile, and yet he's still standing. he cracks a lot, but never breaks. that ought to be remembered.

• dude is not at all smart in the book sense, but he's streetwise, with a quiet awareness and empathy that make him a pretty chill person to be around. like, he's always finding new ways to hurt himself and fuck up his own life, but when it comes to other people he'll just keep his mouth shut, stay out of the way. in groups he's always the shadowy one in the corner, because why drag others down with you?

• i stand corrected, there's one thing ezra's good at: skateboarding. it's a necessity, just like eating or sleeping. it's natural and empowering and the only time he really feels substantial. he could probably make a career out of it if he actually tried harder.

• works at a shitty skate shop and does some photography/filming for a local magazine/website (basically the east coast version of the berrics) on the side. they only pay him in hair ruffles and fist bumps, but he gets to meet famous skaters and cry behind the dumpster so it's cool.

• he dresses like mac demarco meets yung lean meets earl sweatshirt. trashion at its finest. started saying “swaggy” as a joke but it’s since devolved into a genuine part of his vocabulary. same with pointing out when it’s 4:20. and wearing bucket hats. and doing a rap squat in every photo. at this point it’s hard to tell if he’s an ironic hipster or actual fuckboy. (is both an option?)

• loves art (graffiti and neo-expressionism) and street photography. words have never been his forte, but visuals? he's really good at those.

• says he doesn't trust strangers, which is partly true. he's either cold and aloof or secretly in love w/ u, there isn't much middle ground. keeps accidentally ending up in relationships, but usually dumped after a week or so which is fine because he literally only cares when the person is unattainable and/or treating him like shit. masochist tbh.

• pretty much always sporting bruises and a bloody nose and hair that sticks out in every direction. on the verge of tears 80% of the time. have i mentioned that he's a fucking mess.

• oh yah, and he's the johnny in an outsiders-inspired street gang. i think the sodapop and steve are still open, gotta check. may or may not post a full request but feel free to hmu on aim @ owlandthetanager.

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 an EZRA PELLEGRINO moodboard

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name/alias: helena (or give me a nickname if you want me to fall in love w you) favorite faces to use: jack kilmer, zayn malik, alfred enoch, kristen stewart, shay mitchell, nicola peltz. i don't tend to repeat faces a lot favorite type of plots: ensembles!! like groups with a theme or unifying factor. platonic soulmate bffs. complicated love plots. smart people doing dumb things. bad people doing good things. existential crises? lol anything favorite movie: almost famous or napoleon dynamite (it's officially a decade old, wtf) favorite song atm: blush by wolf alice ♡ what do you wanna see on himh: lots of development stuff!! creative requests! gif yourself:

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hi here are some requests

a group of angsty comedians

a band of sisters (like haim)

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one day i will get the elphie & glinda ship i have always wanted to do~~

/ one day /

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asher behrani spotted in the company of abbigail coleman, sister to actress millicent coleman and daughter to lawyer alistair coleman

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 L I S T E N  H E R E  –––  asher behrani's soundtrack

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 L I S T E N  H E R E  –––  ivy nelson's soundtrack

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prompt #1 - miles vs. the zombies

so i kinda want to make a bratty musician. like he went on snl and dropped a ton of f-bombs and got banned forever and he takes interviews seriously 0% of the time and he's basically just like "lol fuck yoooou" except he also gets his mom to do his laundry still. idk, still figuring this out.

it took a weird twist of fate for miles to even find out about the zombies. the amps in this place were rarely quiet enough to hear his own thoughts, let alone a radio or siren whatever the fuck they used. but something made him check his phone, and the barrage of texts were a roller coaster to read. sometime in the forty hours he'd been holed up in the basement studio, a virus had spread and created thousands of literal, actual, real life zombies. miles thought it was a joke at first - it was just like his piece-of-shit friends to take the lamest cliche and run it into the ground. but as he scrolled, the news got more urgent. his texts were insane, twitter was insane, the whole damn world - the digital one, at least - was fucking insane.

it felt like hours of pacing and waiting for his bandmates to get back from lunch before any sign of life would reach him. "what the hell, you guy's heard-" wait, that wasn't his drummer's frizzy hair at the top of the stairs, or the heavy-set engineer standing in his shadow. those were... yep; literal, actual, real life zombies. "holy..." they were ambling towards him now, and miles leapt with all the grace of a hungover giraffe towards the drum kit to take cover. it didn't work, as the smaller zombie simply shoved it aside and reached for him with a rotting hand. a gurgled, ugly scream escaped his lips as he jumped up, grabbed a drumstick, and stabbed it through what was left of the zombie's right eye. he hoped the move had looked cool, at least, because it felt far worse than when he did it in video games. that was a person. and he'd just... killed it? christ. he cringed at the sound of the zombie trying to un-impale its own brain, the squelching and the cracking of wood, before it collapsed on the other side of the room.

the second one hesitated, stepping to miles just slowly enough for him to grab his prized rickenbacker from its stand. he spun, whacking it in the head with all the force of a baseball star - a childhood dream realized in the weirdest way. there was a low twang as the bass guitar broke in half, what was left of it still raised above his head as he stood over the zombie. "that was my best friend, you fucker." right on cue, diego stepped out of the shadows. the lead guitarist. the two of them wrote together, sung together and had done so since they'd been able to hold an instrument. the guy was no rickenbacker, but he was the second-closest thing. "dude, you alright?" the light fell across diego's face. he wasn't alright. miles stumbled backwards, muttering "oh god" on repeat.

his two best friends were gone; he'd sacrificed one and now he had to sacrifice the other, they'd both understand. there was another drumstick at his feet. he could do this. he could do this. he could do this.

miles rubbed his face with his hands and they came away wet with tears. there was no way he could do this. the right hand, shaky but determined, reached out for his friend. "fuck it. we're going down together, buddy."

he took a step forward.

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name/alias: helena. no one ever pronounces it right. age: nineteen. time zone: nzst. but gmt+12 is easier to remember. what you expect from the site: overwhelming feels etc. guilty pleasure movie: wet hot american summer. this movie features a talking can of vegetables and a gay bradley cooper. guilty pleasure show: kroll show. it looks so shitty out of context but it's actually really clever and satirical i swear!!! last song on repeat: never gonna change - broods. random gif time: 

okayy!! here are the things i want. i'll probably make them all eventually, but let me know which one(s) you'd be more likely to plot with, yeah?

bring back ash, even though people are probably bored of him by now. i just miss my spideyyyy.

comedians are my favourite thing in the world, so i really want to bring back ivy. she didn't get the time to develop but i loved her a lot. she was awkward and smart and weird and unequivocally true to herself.

or, a male comedian in the vein of young paul f. tompkins, aka a heavy drinker who's just forever trying to make his dad laugh and hides all that pain behind goofy comedy.

a hotshot manager/agent. he comes from a humble background so he's totally embraced the high life. a really honest guy with lots of integrity behind all the suits and brashness and parties.

a lady folk singer (kinda quiet and sad and introverted) who has a lot of sexual tension with her duo partner (think the civil wars) and is really struggling to adjust to fame and kinda wants to quit?

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WAW'S COMING BACK. THIS IS A BLESSED TIME. MAY WE PRAY.

okay, so a here's quick list of the less obvious jobs in hollywood, for future reference. figured i'd share it now in case you need some ideas or don't want to make a straight-up celebrity!!

music roadie session musician songwriter composer radio station dj

sports olympic athlete member of a sports team coach trainer nutritionist

fashion designer stylist makeup artist hairdresser photographer

film/television director camera operator cinematographer art director set designer costume designer editor writer lighting/electrical (gaffer, best boy etc) stunt performer

bosses producer network/studio executive manager agent publicist

other lawyer psychiatrist plastic surgeon reality star socialite author comedian dancer artist journalist nanny critic assistant novelty star (chef, magician, etc. those random celebrities)

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p r a i s e   b e   (ﾉ◠‿◠)ﾉ * : ･ﾟ✧ `

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rereading old absher threads, what is my life

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#painful that's what it is

tell me abooout it. i'll never okay again. ;;

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my pillow smells like your perfume missing you in my blue bedroom