oh, ophelia

indie rp blog. mun & muses 21+. tracking melodramaticfaces

[melodramaticfaces]

hey everyone, my dad passed away last friday and i’ve been with my family and taking care of stuff, which is why my activity has been so shitty lately. 

[paperhecrt-blog]

Her grin only widened at the suggestion and she nodded her head almost automatically. Why not? Her shift was almost over, and Emilie knew how to have a good time. “Let’s go.” She said, calling for her replacement and stepping out of the counter. “As much as I’d love to see how Miss Hot Sauce finds her drink, I’d hate to be around to clean up that mess.” Jara grabbed her things, and strode alongside her friend. “So what’s this house party for? Special occasion?”

[melodramaticfaces]

“Excellent,” she smiled, standing as Jara joined her. “You could probably get your colleague to film her reaction for us.” Emilie herself was curious to see what it would be. Leading them into the fresh air, she answered, “Friend’s birthday.” She paused to check her phone, then led them over to the bus stop. “He’s turning 30, and he usually throws the craziest parties. Wait, you don’t have to-- stitch someone up or anything like that tomorrow, right?” Though she often called Jara ‘Med School,’ she wasn’t exactly sure how advanced in her studies she was.

[always-a-pleasure]

[paperhecrt-blog]

Brown hues are fixed on Em as she made the stranger’s drink, making sure to get in a few (a lot of) drops of Tabasco into the mix. Jara sported a sly grin. “In about ten. Five, if I could get away with it.” The bartender’s attention shifted momentarily to ask for the stranger’s payment for the hell that was her Tabasco concoction. When all was good and done, she turned to Emilie again, lifting a curious brow. “You got plans?”

[melodramaticfaces]

Emilie watched as Jara made the drink, smirking when she saw just how much tabasco sauce was going in it; the woman probably deserved it, and Emilie wanted to watch her take her first sip. Her attention was drawn back to Jara, though, and she brightened. Ten minutes wasn’t a long wait. “House party. You in?”

[ofhotheads-blog]

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[gothquark]

more au ideas no one asked for

“you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” au

“i’m a biker and one day i was biking in your neighborhood while you just happened to be outside watering the plants and since you’re so goddamn cute i accidentally steered into a pole and now you’re giving me first aid (holy shit you’re even cuter up close)” au

“you’re biking through my neighborhood and you ran into a pole so now i’m really concerned and patching you up, oh my gosh you’re really hot even though you have a bloody nose” au

“i’m at a karaoke bar and i’m sober enough to realize that your voice singing my absolute favorite song is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard, and you caught me staring and winked at me oh shit” au

“you fell asleep on my shoulder on the plane ride and i would ask you to move but you look so comfy and adorable when you sleep. also you smell really good and the feeling of your breath on my skin is somewhat relaxing, maybe we can go out to lunch in this shitty airport when you wake up?” au

“you’re so perfect and i’m in love with you but i’ve never actually met you and you keep avoiding meeting up, so i called nev and max to help me figure out whether or not you’re catfishing me” au

“whoa it turns out you were actually just super shy and you’re even cuter in person pls kiss me in front of all these cameras” au to followup with that

“i’m a quiktrip worker and whenever I work a night shift, you always arrive and buy like 3 cans of redbull and you look exhausted, do you need some help? are you okay?” au

“you invited me to your brother’s/sister’s wedding as a plus one bc we’re hella best friends but we end up making out at the afterparty and now everyone thinks we’re fucking so uh,, u wanna go out for a drink sometime? try this whole couple thing out?” au

“my sister tried to set me up with her friend but little does she know that i am hella gay and i end up falling in love with her smoking hot brother, and whenever i hang at her place we always tell my sister that it’s for a date when really she’s now just trying to set me up with her brother” au

(this can be tweaked in any way to fit your otp :p)

“i’m one of those talk show stars that walks up to random people on the streets and asks them really obscure questions, and you’re really cute and camera shy and i’m sorry but it’s adorable how you stutter when you’re nervous, uh, perhaps when there aren’t so many cameras surrounding me i can buy you a drink?” au

“you just came up to me on the street and asked where the weirdest place i had sex was and i’m assuming it’s for one of those talk show things, but i’m really nervous because you’re really really hot in that suit holy shit” au

“will you stop flirting with me you just got seriously injured and i’m the EMT trying to tend to your wounds in the ambulance, i don’t give a fuck that i look cute when i’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit” au

“my mom/sister/dad/brother/best friend doesn’t know we’re dating but one day he/she/they walked in on us making out and started cheering oh my god this is so embarrassing i’m so sorry” au

“you have fire powers and i have ice powers and one day you save my ass and even though we’re supposed to be rivals, you’re actually really really cute and warm can i just stay in your arms forever bc i am perpetually cold” au

“you have ice powers and i have fire powers and i save your sorry ass from getting hurt/killed, okay i know we’re supposed to be rivals according to every legend ever but you’re adorable and wow you’re really cold, would you like me to warm you up?” au

“i’m so sorry i’ve been stowing away on your ship but i’m lonely and tired and starving with nowhere to go so please take pity on my poor soul bc you’re the sweetest pirate i have ever met and since we’re in the middle of the ocean now there’s no way you’re taking me back to land anytime soon” au

“i would be furious at you for stowing away on my ship if it weren’t for the fact that you look really sick and sad can i help you” au

“dude why did that siren take on my image to try and seduce you, is there something you wanna tell me” au

“I’m an elf with really bad aim so while hunting i accidentally shot you in the shoulder with an arrow i’m so sorry can i make it up to you in any way? oh shit you’re a wizard, please don’t turn me into a frog i’ll do anything you want me to” au

“we’re coworkers and all the other employees ship us so just for fun we all go out clubbing/to a bar but little do we know its actually a plot they set up to get us to realize our supposed love for each other. wait you’re actually a really good dancer and your laugh is so endearing and, holy shit, maybe our colleagues were right” au

“i catch you at the bus terminal shivering your ass off because it’s 30 degrees and for some godforsaken reason you’re wearing a short sleeve t shirt, so out of pity i lend you my hoodie and you look so surprised it’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen, setting aside the fact that you’re a goddamn idiot, do you want to get sick?” au

(cont.) “you look so sad and cold that i just tell you to keep my hoodie b/c you obviously need it more than i do. a week later i see you at a coffee shop/book store/etc. and you’re wearing my hoodie which you look so fucking tiny and cute in, and you just saw me and you look super embarrassed; you offer me it back but i tell you it suits you more and we end up talking and i buy you a drink” au

“we’re partners in cupcake wars and i never realized how cute you look with frosting on your face until now but no distractions, we have to fucking pummel these other teams because we are the best goddamn cupcake company in the universe WE CAN DO THIS” au

“i’m swimming laps in a lake alone at night and i thought no one else was here but i just swam right into you and uh?? you’re not wearing a shirt and you’re hot as hell pl ease take me right here” au

“i took you to my family’s lakehouse and we went jetskiing which you were so adorably excited about b/c you’ve never been, and when we drove around on the water at ungodly speeds u held onto me b/c there was nothing else to hold onto” au

“my friends dared me to buy 20 condoms but i didn’t realize that the cute cashier would be working tonight so i avoided eye contact as i piled them onto the counter and please stop laughing so hard, oh my god it’s for a dare okay i’ve never had sex in my life and once you stopped laughing, i swear i fell in love with that sparkle in your eye as you grinned wildly at me and asked me out for a drink” au

“i accidentally called the wrong skype number and it turns out the person i called was you and you’re in a different time zone, so it’s 3am where you are and you just woke up and look fucking pissed but you’re cute so… let’s do this again when you’re not asleep. i’m more than willing to stay up into the dead of night to talk to you” au

“i’m a radio host who indirectly mentions you and flirts with you on my show but you’re so goddamn clueless, please just notice me i’m so desperate for you it’s kind of sad (see: welcome to night vale)” au

[butchmakizenin]

professor: avoid mentioning your sexual orientation in academic papers me: i’m gay, this is my gay paper, here’s my gay opinion

[suburbtrash-blog]

and of course quentin had been stupid enough to just throw the most ridiculous lie possible in a stupid gay bar. “i came here with friends, i didn’t choose the bar.” at least that part was true. but her friends had ditched her to dance and hope she’d make efforts to accept herself in this bar. “i’m not going to be able to convince you i’m straight, right?”

[melodramaticfaces]

“i get it,” rebecca said with a grin. lowering her voice - though not by too much; they were at a bar, after all - she added conspiratorially, “i get dragged to straight bars all the time.” and often, people tried to hook up with her despite her expressing her non-interest, which was why becca made a point to be respectful when women told her they weren’t interested. and when the other woman spoke again, she paused, raising both eyebrows. “now i’m just confused,” she admitted with a laugh. she tended to take things at face-value. “are you straight? --because if you’re not, i was going to ask you if you wanted to dance.”

[shesgxne-deactivated20161217]

( open to f only // suggested connections: stepchild, stepchild’s girlfriend, best friend’s child, neighbor’s daughter, etc. )

ophelia spent much of her time by the pool or in it. sunbathing, working on a tan, lounging on a pool float  - it was the only thing that kept her mind occupied while her husband was on his all-too-frequent business trips. she paged through a novel found on one of her library’s many shelves as she basked in the sweltering heat. she heard footsteps nearing her and looked up from the book, smiling at the feminine form. “well, well, what a surprise. what can i do for you, my dear ?” 

[melodramaticfaces]

For the past couple of weeks, Victoria had been house-sitting for her aunt and uncle - they were away on a sabbatical, and needed someone to take care of the place while they were gone. And besides saving money on rent, the house was massive, like her childhood home back in Atlanta, and she had all the space she needed and more. She wasn’t typically the type of person who’d go poking around in other people’s business (or houses), but a package had been dropped off a day or so ago, addressed to one Ophelia Tremayne, and some asking around had led her to the mansion next door.

A knock at the front door had yielded no results, and when she noticed the side gate was open, she carefully made her way to the backyard, glancing over as she was addressed directly. “Oh - hi,” she said with a smile, holding up the package. The blonde was lounging by the pool in a bikini, and Victoria was pretty sure she could keep on staring. As it was, she had enough manners to continue speaking, directing her gaze to Ophelia’s eyeline and no lower. “You’re Ophelia, right? --I think the mailman made a wrong delivery; this is actually for you, but it came to our place.”

[lucidlvst]

Even before the war broke out, Dot’s family had been hunters. Generations and generations before her had started and every newborn child would be taught the new gift. In the coming and going of the years she had lost most of her family. They either died or were never able to contact her again - they’d been turned. She held such a loathing towards the creatures that even if it had been her own mother, she would have killed it if she had been turned into a bloodletter.

Now there she was, seeing paddle after paddle going up. Every vampire in the room seemed to want to have a go at a hunter. Dot pitied them - if given any opportunity, she would continue her hunting. She was not usually someone to carry around such hatred, but this had been programmed into her since she was a little girl. “I am a hunter,” she corrected the redhead, looking her up and down as the key to the chains that held her arms behind her back was handed over to Juliet. “My name is Dot.” 

[melodramaticfaces]

“Of course,” she said, and if her tone was patronizing - well, that was simply the way Juliet was. “My apologies,” she continued, sounding anything but. Now that she was faced with the hunter, Juliet found that she had very little idea how to proceed next; she had bid on her on a whim, on a gut feeling: she hadn’t stopped to consider the logistics of being saddled with a human being. Closing her fingers around the key that was handed to her, she dismissed the staff member with a casual flick of her wrist and without so much as a thank you.

“Dot,” she repeated, trying the name out for size. “I suppose what normally happens at these auctions is that I would take you home, but I’m quite certain you would kill one of the newest additions to our family as soon as I took those chains off.” Not that that would have been a hardship for Juliet, though her Sire might be less than pleased. Tilting her head, she considered Dot carefully for a moment before speaking. “Let’s spar, you and I. If you win, you’re free to go. If I win, you’ll have to come back with me and refrain from killing me and my family members.” She arched an eyebrow, waiting for Dot’s response.

[lucidlvst]

                   ( ‘ based off of this ; open to males and females)

              for years, she’d hidden herself successfully. she killed vampires regularly and had always gotten away with it. but now was different. she had slipped up, they’d tricked her and captured her. dot was ready to accept death, not wanting to live amongst the scum that now roamed the earth, but she was not that lucky. there she was - on a stage, every exit guarded and all her weapons taken from her. now, she could only wait to see what her faith would be.

[melodramaticfaces]

There were many unwritten rules and regulations to follow as a vampire - social niceties to which she had to adhere - and Juliet was, quite frankly, tired of it. And though she might’ve preferred to spend her time on other things than a blood slave auction, the newest addition to their family had been a little overzealous, and had... expended one of their blood slaves - which was more of a hassle than anything else, but here Juliet was, looking for a new one.

The moment the blonde stepped onto the stage, Juliet straightened in her seat, her interest piqued. Something about the way the woman held herself - most individuals were frightened, would cower under the bright lights, but this one held her spine straight. And the auctioneer touted her as a hunter - well, now, this was certainly something else. Perhaps just the right challenge that Juliet had been looking for for a while now.

So she raised her paddle, once, twice, thrice, and so on - until she was declared the winner. She was directed into the back room to claim her new blood slave, and when she was finally face-to-face with the blonde, she appraised her with a raised eyebrow. “I must say, I haven’t had a blood slave who’s been a hunter,” she mused quietly. “What shall we call you, then?”

[paperhecrt-blog]

“Not bad.” She responded, quirking a mischievous brow. The cocktail the stranger asked for was pretentious as fuck, the bartender could put a fish head in it and call it gourmet. And she was positive the snob wouldn’t blink an eye. “My ghost is indebted to you.” Jara continued, pouring two shots. She took one and easily tipped it back, warm liquid running down her throat. “I didn’t know you had it in ya.”

[melodramaticfaces]

Emilie’s grin only widened when Jara expressed her approval, and she inclined her head in acknowledgement as the shot was placed in front of her. “Thank you,” she said, raising her glass and downing the shot, enjoying the warmth that pooled in her belly thereafter. “Well -- now you know who to call if you ever need ideas along a similar vein.” She rested her chin in her palms. “When’s your shift over tonight?”

[melodramaticfaces]

(When you get this respond with five things that make you happy and send it to the last ten people in your notifications.)

Hiking.

Dinner parties with my friends. Food in general.

My job! Most days.

Blasting music at home and dancing around to it.

PJs.

[yourgrcvity]

b taking care of an injured susie. @melodramaticfaces

Susie hates this. Being seen as weak is not something she enjoys. Granted most don’t but the absence of control is weighing on her. The petite woman has fallen more times than she can count on one hand in just the last week. She’s surprisingly clumsy, only that’s in her own home. She can barely walk and she knows she needs help. Without it, there’s no way she’s going to make it to even the nearest bench. “It’s like you just love popping up when I don’t need you around.” Rolling her eyes, she turns to the other woman with a scowl on her face. “Just like I don’t need any help,” she groans. “Especially not yours.” 

[melodramaticfaces]

Victoria hasn’t seen Susie in ages - which is probably for the best, considering how they’d left things: finding out that someone she’d considered a semi-friend didn’t consider you to be one at all stung a lot more than it had any right to. “It’s nice to see you too, Susie,” Victoria replies, trying her hardest not to roll her eyes. Apparently, civility is too much for them to handle. “Of course you don’t need my help,” she continues, folding her arms across her chest and simply watching Susie on the ground. After a moment, she relents with a sigh, and reaches down to swing one of Susie’s arms around her shoulder, one of her own arms going to wrap around Susie’s waist so she can try and help her stand. “But you’re going to get it anyway. Think you can live with that?”

[paperhecrt-blog]

She groaned as yet another person ordered something that wasn’t on their menu. Jara purposely ignored them and gave Emilie a serious look. “Murder me now. I’ll give you a free drink.”

[melodramaticfaces]

Emilie’s eyes slid over to the newcomer at the bar, and then back to Jara. She had no idea what Jara’s beef with the woman was, but she wasn’t one to turn down a free drink. “You sure your ghost will hold up your end of the bargain?” She grinned slightly. “I don’t know if she deserves it, but you could add tabasco sauce to her drink. Or you could chug the whole bottle yourself - but make sure to give me my drink after.”

[youlovelylilshit]

jfc i can’t breathe i have died and ascended to heaven please oh my god please you can swish and flick me any day

[paperhecrt-blog]

open to m/f/nb

“Where else would we be on a Saturday night? It’s not like we got lives or anything.”

[melodramaticfaces]

“Speak for yourself, Med School,” Emilie said with a laugh, knocking back the last of her drink. “I have a very active social life.”