women of the wilds

Summer Society of Silas University, Est. 1920. An all women's club for outdoor recreation and athletics. Currently housed in Andred Lodge. Any questions? Talk to our VP. [Indie Multi-Muse Blog for carmillaseries.]

[nootvanlis]

[dauntlessdannylawrence]

Fun Home RP Starters

“When you break your neck, is it just like- Crack, you’re instantly dead?”

“But god, this thing is ghastly!”

“This, I found yesterday… in the dump.”

“I assume you got my letter.”

“Say something, anything!”

“I almost screamed, ‘that’s bullshit!’”

“This is one of those times you need to do what I say.”

“I want to know what’s true.”

“Look, you’ve messed this up already.”

“I’d really love some sort of response.”

“Don’t let go yet.”

“IN a bookstore!? Nice!”

“Say something, talk to me!”

“Not too bad, if I say so myself.”

“Watch it, that’s a first edition!”

“I’m trying to tell you something, and I’m having a hard time…”

“Unbutton your shirt.”

“Was it because of me?”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

“Thank you for not laughing….well, you laughed a little bit…”

“Who’s this in the photo?”

“What are you doing? I said, come here.”

“I’m remembering something, that’s all.”

“What happened last night?”

“Okay, higher. Just a little.”

“Oh my god. You described it, but I had no idea.”

[huntressesofsilas]

-sneaky peek

[ @perrynormalisms ]

“Hey, curlicue.”

What’s the worst thing that could happen from this, honestly? The redhead says no and they’re back to their once-in-a-blue-moon-with-good-brownies meetings? C’mon Gianna. Come on.

“What do you say to holding our floor don meeting off campus tomorrow night?”

[huntressesofsilas]

ooc:

Starter call before I pass out.

[iredreamer]

(x)

[huntressesofsilas]

OOC:

More rpers should have kik. Kik/texting RP is my life, it's roleplay for people who are really lazy.

[girltirl]

[huntressesofsilas]

ooc: sidenote, shoutout

[perrynormalisms-archive]

out—oh my gosh, thank you!

and lbr perry likes to pretend she’s not looking, but come on, she just goes for the real ‘sneaky peek’ as annie puts it, like this moment, carmilla s1e5 1:06. this exact moment she is staring dead-on at carmilla shirtless. like perry pls. 

[huntressesofsilas]

// 

Gianna has the strongest urge to try and get Perry out of her highly-sanitized shell. Party girl wants to learn more about the redhead.

[ghorbanis]

[huntressesofsilas]

ooc: sidenote, shoutout

@perrynormalisms, you are a lovely, lovely perry.

ALSO, muse secret: Gianna ABSOLUTELY looked at Perry during the first Floor Don meeting like ‘hella’. And then the second Perry broke out all her floor don lists and notes, it was ‘oh my god she’s like an amish housewife’.

Lbr, she still looks at Perry like ‘hella’, tho.

[huntressesofsilas]

;huntress

( @theuselesscarmilla )

This happens at least once a semester. 

Some freshman sees The Panther in the woods, and the Summer Society has to launch a hunt to track down a creature that they haven’t actually seen in months.

Given the recent vampiric element on campus, this giant black cat is hardly a mystery anymore. But any potential dangers to the student body are Summer territory, so that’s how Claudia ends up trekking through the edge of the forest with sword and shield in hand. At dusk. In the rain.

“You’re giving us a real headache, Karnstein. Just... show up already, so we can all go home.” She groans up to the blackness of the treetops and eventually sheathes her sword.

[purplereptar]

[huntressesofsilas]

controlfreakperry walks with the wild

[perrynormalisms-archive]

【❥℗】— @huntressesofsilas

      ❝ No need to apologize. That stain’s not going anywhere. And I’m always happy to help. ❞

She led Claudia to her bathroom and started the water, running her hand under to make sure the temperature was just right. 

       ❝ All right, sweetie. The shower’s all set for you. I’ll leave you to it, but why don’t you leave your clothes outside the door and I’ll get the chocolate out of your clothes while you shower. ❞

[huntressesofsilas]

“You’re wonderful, I hope you know that.” The blonde grinned. There was something nice about being mom-ed. Maybe it was just being away at college and having no one to clean up after you. Whatever it was, she was grateful.

Claudia was stripped down to her old band tank (the mowgli’s) and boxer briefs before the redhead was even finished with her proposition; blue flannel and ripped jeans dropped into Perry’s hands. Walking sorority stereotypes, the Summer girls were not, but the Lodge had always been lax about lack of clothes.

“Seriously. I totally owe you cookies...or...brownies...whatever you’d like.”

[huntressesofsilas]

ooc:

still alive!

I definitely want to do more things with this blog, but since the show’s been on hiatus, I just don’t have much muse for canon.

STILL!

Like this for a starter? Or, inbox me, if you prefer. Please?

[huntressesofsilas]

;; raspberries

[giantblkcat]

Carmilla was more than happy with taking the couch to catch some sleep. Yet, the blonde had offered her  bed. Questionable. Then again, everything that surrounded Carmilla was questionable.

Sleep came quick, drifting off as soon as the back of her bed hit the pillow, waking only when the sound of food hit her nostrils. 

A groan, a moan and the guitarist is stretching where she lay.

            “Your bed is like laying on a cloud.” 

The brunette glances around, eyes drifting to the nightstand as she sees the mountain pile of french toast on a tray. Her mouth waters and a gentle moan slips from her lips.

              “Jesus, are you trying to seduce me, cutie?”

[huntressesofsilas]

She’s maybe a paragraph and a half in when Carmilla speaks. Then the History textbook gets (happily) placed back on the desk and she’s looking over to her guest.

The brunette’s noises started off as a surprise to her. Moans, whines, soft groans. All because of food; The food at the diner at first, but even more-so the stuff she had cooked for her. The cupcakes from last night, and now breakfast.

“French toast kink.” She says with mock contemplation, a smirk playing lightly at her lips with a hand on her chin.  “Hey, I don’t judge.”

[huntressesofsilas]

;; raspberries

( @giantblackcxt )

The breakfast beneath the covered metal tray set on the bedside table doesn’t look like anything spectacular. She will never fully understand ‘small and decorative’. If food is meant to be enjoyed and loved, why would anyone spend their time making portions small and pretty?

It’s a large portion of stuffed french toast, made with the leftover raspberries from last night and enough nutella to make even her feel like she’s overdoing it a bit. But it’s warm and decadently sweet and smells like home.

The blonde is over at her desk when the guitarist wakes up ten or so minutes later, poring over a textbook with mild disinterest.

[huntressesofsilas]

‘angry, existentialist punk rock thing’

[giantblkcat]

Carmilla’s eyes narrow in – not threatening, but interested. It doesn’t bother her that she has to look up at the blonde, doesn’t bother her that the girl behind her is looking at her like she’s ready to pounce and eat at any second, either.

Her head tilts giving slight pause as she stares at the  other girl. Said blonde in question with an accent that reminds her of home. She smirks, one hand slinking into leather pant  pockets as the other runs through loose curls.

Her head only tilts more as the blonde steps forward. The  backstage doesn’t do anyone wonders, yet Carmilla can’t find herself prying her eyes away anytime soon.

“Security? Is a joke, one look and it’s like I have their balls  in a vice grip.” Words fall out of her lips like silk. “It’s not a  problem. If you were a real problem? I doubt security would’ve been able to stop you.” Pause – the chanting gets louder, eyes drift back onto stage as her bandmates, start to get  ready for their next set. “You’re more than welcome to  watch the rest of the show from here, though… cutie.” 

[huntressesofsilas]

The backstage area is so dim, it’s like the girl in front of them is blending in with the darkness. Like it truly suits her, all wrapped up in leather. Enough to make her feel self-conscious in a men’s hoodie and ripped jeans. 

She wants to just turn tail and get the hell out of there. She’s caused enough trouble for the night. But Gianna’s there, nudging at her back and waggling her brows in an entirely infuriating way. Oh, what the hell.

“Yeah. Ah....sure. I’d like that, I’m...” But the crowd is already roaring away by the time her sentence gets towards the end, and her voice only feels like it’s getting quieter.

“She’s Claudia, I’m Gianna. And we’d love to, bella.” Gianna chimes over as the guitarist is looking back to the stage. Claudia is bright red. She doesn’t understand why, she feels completely idiotic. But all she can manage when she meets the girl’s eyes again is a small, grateful smile.