Séala Fola

indie rp sideblog for Ailbe Roane in a modern/urban fantasy setting. I follow from @sarcasticxspear. Both mun and muse are 21+. Feel free to message anytime. I go by Meg.

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something from the deep

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Beach Headcanons

Ailbe is a natural at the beach. It’s not uncommon for her to go there when she doesn’t have work, even if it’s late at night and it’s one of the few places where she’s totally comfortable.

She doesn’t do a lot of group activities though. Maybe if she’s there with her friends, she’ll play a bit of frisbee, but usually she reads a book on a blanket on the sand or swims in the water. It’s not unusual to see her looking for seashells either. Or hermit crabs, though she no longer keeps one as a pet, she still just likes watching them.

But don’t litter on the beach around her. She usually tries to keep her mouth shut and just clean it up herself but she has been known to lecture people about littering. It’s one of the times you can see how alike she is to her brother at times.

She’s never a hundred percent comfortable with her body, so she usually wears a tankini style swim suit, something where she’s fairly covered at the beach. She wears some one pieces as well. She tends to prefer floral prints in blues and wears a white cover up when she’s on the shore. Between the cover up and her naturally tan skin, she doesn’t burn easily but she does try to remember sunscreen.

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Go on anon and pretend to be my muse’s child!

Bonus: Leave hints on who the other parent is!

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     “… Is something wrong?”

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“No not really, can’t figure something out is all.” The words were mumbled around a pen cap, while she wore something in a notebook. For once, it wasn’t her visions or dreams. Instead it was a list of baked goods and apparently a schedule for Saturday.

It was then that she realized the voice didn’t match up to anyone she knew, before looking up. “Oh uh....hi. Was I talking out loud? I’m so sorry!”

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Souji's come over to take Ailbe shopping!!! There's no getting away, there's nothing she can say Souji wants to spoil her.

“Fine, I surrender!” She couldn't’ help but laugh softly at Souji’s excitement. “I guess I need a new dress or something for a date anyhow. Nalani and Shay went behind my back and reactivated my dating profile and apparently I’ve got a blind date this weekend.”

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Standing in for a Friend

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akumanoken:

Souji blinked at him a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.  “Oh my god I’m sorry.. I’m sorry… but… it’s just…. YOU GET IT!!” he laughed, holding himself.  “You get it and you’re apologizing… Don’t you see?? Those are worlds… they grasp you and you want to experience it, to know what’s it’s like?? It’s reached you… that’s what art is about!! Who cares if it’s for gleaming some existential reason for a black dot on a white canvas or staring at a field and wanting to be there with the wheat around you?? 

He leaned forward, eyes sparkling now.  “That’s what it’s about… it’s about art pulling you in, some people like to analyze it, but it’s more than that, it’s what it makes you feel, what grabs you and makes you think about being there, or feeling that emotion.  That’s what makes art so special… makes it so unique!! That’s what I went to school for because making something and watching someone stare at it because they connect is the greatest thing in the world!”

He started a bit after his rant, face bright red and looking down  “Ah… sorry I got…. carried away….”

Oran had figured he earned the laughter, reaching for the fries once again. But when Souji started speaking, he froze with the fry halfway to his mouth. “It’s...oh.” The fry stayed in mid-air for a few moments more, before dropping back to the tray as Oran leaned in, elbows on the table. To be honest, art was never something he focused on anyhow and with his work schedule, it wasn’t like he hung around museums much. It seemed...well kind of frou-frou. The sort of thing Erasmo would do on his day off and Lord knows he never wanted to be like Erasmo.

But watching Souji talk and laugh like this, violet eyes bright like that? Well...might be worth finding some time to spend at a museum. He hadn’t realized he had started grinning halfway through, just listening.

“Nah, don’t apologize. That was entertaining as hell. And made me realize I need to get a hobby. Also, one of these days, you’ll have to show me your art.”

Well...fuck. He kinda showed his hand there, if the sudden throat clearing and reaching for his hamburger like the holy grail was any example. Granted, he had given Souji his number so it was probably pretty clear that he was interested. “God, I sound like a fricking teenager again.” He muttered, reaching for his drink.

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Some Random Starters

“Aren’t you cute?” “Hey, now. What’s going on?” “I want to ask you something.” “I’ll be fine.” “I am not okay.” “I’m okay!” “Do you need help?” “Is there a problem?” “Get back here!” “This is not okay!” “This is okay.” “Get over here!” “Hello there.” “Wow, really?” “Why? Just why?” “I can’t hear you!” “Seriously?” “Stop!”

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sentence prompts ➝  molly’s game

❛  Do you know about me?  ❜

❛  Are you taking me on as a client?  ❜

❛  If you think a princess can do what I did, you’re incorrect.  ❜

❛  I’m getting it, you don’t think much of me, but what if every single one of your ill-informed unsophisticated opinions about me were wrong?  ❜

❛  I’d be amazed.  ❜

❛  I was in a room with movie stars, directors and business titans. They were going all in, all the time.  ❜

❛  In this room you couldn’t buy your win, you couldn’t buy me and you couldn’t buy a seat at the table.  ❜

❛  I’m going to stop paying you as my assistant.  ❜

❛  You’re firing me?  ❜

❛  I’m not firing you.   ❜

❛  I’m just going to stop paying you.  ❜

❛  You get paid once a week from the game, it doesn’t seem fair.  ❜

❛  You don’t have bargaining power here!  ❜

❛  You are unimportant.  ❜

❛  You’re not taking percentage of the pot.  ❜

❛  Do you know how many witches were burnt in Salem?  ❜

❛  How many?  ❜

❛  None. They didn’t burn witches, it’s a myth. They hanged them.  ❜

❛  The humiliation had given way to blinding anger at my powerlessness.  ❜

❛  I wasn’t going to wait before I put a plan in place.  ❜

❛  Let’s play.  ❜

❛  You’ve managed to build a multi-million dollar business using not much more than your wits.  ❜

❛  I’m about to be charged in a federal court.  ❜

❛  Well nobody’s perfect.  ❜

❛  Families, lives, careers will be ruined.  ❜

❛  Why are you in this alone?  ❜

❛  Where are the people you’re protecting by not telling the whole story?  ❜

❛  I’ll tell them everything they want to know about me.  ❜

❛  Tell me why!  ❜

❛  Because it’s all I have left!  ❜

❛  I was raised to be a champion.  ❜

❛  My goal was to win. At what and against whom, those were just details.  ❜

❛  I don’t trust people.  ❜

❛  The day started about bagels, but that abruptly changed.  ❜

❛  There’s nothing as sweet as a win that you had to work for.  ❜

❛  I’m going to figure you out.  ❜

❛  Let me know what you find.  ❜

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Anonymously put a roleplay idea you’ve wanted to play out with my character in my askbox

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akumanoken:

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That eye contact was what Oran needed as he slid his mouth down further along Souji’s length, almost completely swallowing him down. He was no good at putting on a show, so he just kept that eye contact as he slid back up, tongue swirling the head once more as Souji fell back against the pillow.

He kept his hand wrapped around the shaft for a few more languid pumps, before resting both of his hands on Souji’s thighs. He glanced up, chuckling around the shaft in his mouth at Souji’s still closed eyes, before sliding his mouth all the way down. He kept the pace slow and steady as he bobbed his head down, occasionally sucking deeply or swirling his tongue as he reached the head, before pressing down once more. His eyes closed now also, though he eagerly listened to Souji, hands tightening when he heard a shift in pitch or a new moan erupt.

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Tag Dump

//Since I’m making this blog for Ailbe, time to shift the tags without the name tag part. I’m not going to change the old stuff, just considered it like an archive)

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Whoops. Please ignore the last ask. 🔞🔞 for Aiibe please.

1. She’s never had it, but she wants to do at least once the whole candles and bubble bath sex scene. In general, she tends to be drawn to very romantic scenarios.

2. She bites her partner’s shoulders alot of times to muffle herself because she gets embarrassed by how noisy she can get.

[roleplaymemesforyou]

Send 🔞 for a NSFW headcanon.

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A Catholic, a Demoness, and A Broken Window

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corpusdivina:

Crimson eyes blinked up at him, an equally vivid brow raising at his words. “Some would consider that a bit morbid, I think.” Not that the redhead cared much, she had seen and heard far worse than the idea of this detective’s boredom because of the lack of crimes. Most found that as a good thing though, that much she knew for sure. Her eyes hadn’t missed the way his hand had adjusted whatever necklace he was wearing and how it seemed to have been bothering him in some way. Though, she also didn’t let herself dwell on it.

A glance was cast over her shoulder to the approaching reporter, a soft chuckle falling from red lips. “Well, you would know, you’re the one with the experience in this.” Lyrica herself had only ever seen glimpses of the detective shows for she wasn’t very fond of TV and the books she read, well they generally didn’t cover things like this.

“I wouldn’t say nosy.” she began with another chuckle, her gaze shifting back to him once more. “But perhaps even curiosity can be considered as such when it comes to situations such as this.” She licked her lips, a quick glance now sent over towards the coffee shop before she gave in and nodded just a bit. “Alright, I think I could use some coffee right now anyway.” Maybe that would help her since she had to be pretty out of it when almost walking through a crime scene.

“Heh.” She got him there, a sheepish grin on his face. “Would you believe if I said cop humor tends to be dark?” As for his experience, he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, almost too much experience. Most of what you see on tv is fake, but definitely the whole cop dating a reporter being bad for work shi...stuff, is true. Not as weird as this girl I knew who married a lawyer. Dinner conversations have got to be interesting there.”

He was man enough to let his gaze drop to her lips as she licked them, but he quickly snapped them back up. Nope, he wasn’t about to go down that road again. That’s how he had found out the necklace’s odd gift in the first place. Find out what or who she is before risking giving her burns or him even deeper trouble. “Yeah, definitely if I was on the other side of the tape, I would be bringing myself in for questions. Though I’m pretty sure they have the shooter in custody and shooters usually don’t come back to the scene of the crime.”

Oran held the door open for Lyrica, before following her in. “By the way, I don’t think I ever got your name. I’m Oran. And yeah, I say strong coffee’s on the menu. What exactly had you so distracted, if you don’t mind me asking?”

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amorettos:

     “Hm~ Well, if it happens to blow up like that often, that would pose a problem, indeed.” Rubbing his chin, the blond glanced towards Oran’s way. He seemed certainly agitated because of the encounter, but as he was dismissed, he remained relatively professional. That was admirable, at least. Not everyone could do that after such an incident. “But I can see why you would keep him as an employee, yes. I know someone who has a similar problem, actually…” His half-brother, for that matter. Then again, Gabriele would often flirt with patrons for the sake of bringing them back. It led to a couple complications with his work a few times.

     “A quick tour– of course, of course. I understand. Well, let me show you around, then.” The basics would be fine– showing him where the other boardrooms were, as well as the banquet halls. Next was showing him the back, where the garden was, as well as various boutiques. He would not have him walk in– unless he wanted to. Though the restaurant, Il Banchetto, and the lounge, Il Salotto, were more to the interests of guests. After all, who didn’t like food or drinks?

     As he showed the other to the first place, the restaurant, he was stopped when he saw one of his employees approaching.

     “Oh, Emilio? You need something?” The two ended up chatting briefly in their native tongue. There was mention of a suspicious guest, but Xavierre decided to shrug it off for now. He kept his thoughts to himself for now, instead dismissing Emilio. They could deal with it for a little while, surely, until Xavierre was free, right?

     “Sorry about that. The city has been dealing with some bad rumors lately,” he said. “I think even my employees are on edge… Anyway, that aside, here is the restaurant, Il Banchetto.”

“Normally it does not, but it’s happened just enough to be a concern.” Erasmo hoped that the fact that he twisted his hand around the smooth round handle of the cane wasn’t noticeable. Or at least would be blamed on aggravation, not anxiety. Still, the smile as Xavierre complimented Oran was genuine. “He’s a good man. You won’t beat anyone for loyalty either. Hopefully, he learns from this.”

And hopefully, Margot kept her mouth shut.  He nodded to Xavierre, almost bowing his head in thanks. As they walked towards the restaurant, he commented on the tasteful decor that he could spy along the way. It was a shame that they had come here undercover. It would have been nice to bring Nalani here as a weekend getaway. But if there was an opposite to ‘inconspicuous’, that was Nalani. Then again, Erasmo couldn’t dare take his jacket off if he wanted to, thanks to his snake styled tattoos.

He stiffened as Emilio came up, pretending to adjust a sleeve as the two men talked, finding that Portuguese and Italian didn’t have as much in common as he hoped. So he would have to simply take the man at his word. “Oh? What kind of rumors? I haven’t been in the city for long I’m afraid.” What someone worried about could be a tell of what kind of person they were. Or if there was danger of the undercover job going wrong before it even started.

“Il Banchetto.” Erasmo repeated the name, his Brazilian accent affecting the pronunciation. “I presume you serve most Italian food, based on the name?”

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Random Headcanons

(Assorted Characters)

-Each of the main women muses has a particular favorite type of jewelry.

—Nalani’s is earrings. Her top is always bright and her arms are floral masterpieces in flesh and silver. So she wears giant hoops, chandelier style dangles, tassels dripping from her ears.

—Ailbe prefers pendants. They can still be a little dangerous at work but she has learned how to tuck them under her coveralls or her bra. Bracelets and rings are much more likely to catch on engine parts.

—Devi wears rings, bracelets, anything to draw attention to her hands. Her dance features a lot of hand gestures and so even when she isn’t dancing, she wants people to see her hands.

-I’ve decided Ailbe’s roommate, Shay, is a witch. Not a very powerful one but she helps Ailbe sometimes with research and claims any of Ailbe’s research materials as hers if need be.

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//Okay, clearly responeses I wanted to get done today didn’t quite happen. So here’s what’s happening.

Sunday/Monday- I’ll finish all the responses I owe at this time and make those two starters I owe. All next week, I’ll work on finishing some changes to seala-fola and sarcasticxspear. My goal is to have modern!Oran over here by next Saturday.

Those of you who have threads with Oran on seala-fola, the only thing that’s going to be changing is that I’ll reply from this blog from now on. You may have to adjust tags, but don’t feel as if you need to change anything about the previous replies.