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hvlliwells replied to your post: ☎ ( ace & elaine? ) <3

LOL WHY DO I LOVE THIS PICTURE SO MUCH LMFAOOOO

omg i couldn’t resist!!!!

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♚ Have you ever made any lasting friends through RP?

i’ve talked about a couple examples already but i really got to shout it out to one person who i am still occasionally amazed at that we ever made it through a shitty rp period and now are probably closer than ever??? like. she so could have just stayed shitty with me and i could have definitely accepted that fate bc i am so good at not ever owning up to what ive done wrong but like. i guess i just never let her drift far enough away that i couldn’t try and fight to get her back. and like this is already probably too much gross for her but i am just rly glad that she let me bug her even when she was upset at me and allowed me to redeem myself. bc i really would not want an rp setting without her in it.

⚜ Have you ever met anyone from RP in real life?

yep, two people as mentioned in my other asks from overseas! whoa also i just remembered that i almost got to catch up with @requicms at oktoberfest like a year or two ago, that would have been cool. idk my dad and i both tend to make friends on the internet and then share this policy of like. if u come to aus, stay with us and if i come over there, im gonna drop by and say hi.

✮ Do you think you’ve improved as a writer through roleplaying?

i hope to god i have oml

☀ Have you ever joined a new fandom that you only discovered through RP?

nooooooop. im not a fan of fandom rp tbh.

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RP POSITIVITY MEME!

♥ What’s the absolute best experience you’ve had in RP? 

God I don’t even know? I’ve had so many great experiences, but because of the person I used to be, things always tended to end badly so it kind of taints the memory? So I don’t really know. I think the best experiences are when I’ve met friends who have affected my life in a positive way. 

♚ Have you ever made any lasting friends through RP? 

I have. I wish there were a few more sometimes, but I’m super thankful for Jesse ( @lungsandlips​ ) and my friendship with her. And I hope the friends I’m making on this blog will be lasting too. 

✮ Do you think you’ve improved as a writer through roleplaying? 

OH MOST DEFS. I started rping on neopets (LOL I KNOW) and used to be just trash. Then I was a ‘literate’ rper who worshiped purple prose and was like ‘the only good rp posts are 500+ words’.. but now I think I have a good balance between description, and concise. And I feel like I’ve got a real skill for delving into my character’s emotions. 

☄ Has roleplay positively affected your life in some ways? 

It has for sure. I wouldn’t be alive where I am today without rp, or the people I’ve met through rp. I’d never have written a play, and I’d never have made the changes I have in my life. I’ve had a lot of ups and downs, but each down has shaped who I am and made me stronger. 

❀ What is your favorite thing about your current fandom or RP community? 

I miss group rps don’t get me wrong, but I love that I can do indie my way, and there isn’t pressure. It makes me want to write more, and try new things I’d never do in a group. 

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Grace & Jon

{ @hvlliwells }

Dancing wasn’t something Grace did away from her bedroom when alone. She’d just bounce around, forgetting her window curtain was open. She wasn’t the kind of person who’d let loose and have fun very often, but when she was alone she felt able to do that. Today halted her though when out of the corner of her eye she saw a familiar face look back at her from the house next door. Had he always seen her doing this? She didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or intrigued. Grace let out a large laugh at herself, before her body suddenly tensed up and walked closer to the window, staring back at him.

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@hvlliwells .

                                                                                           "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” 

                             Her voice fills the entire room thanks to the old oak and high ceilings of the Wilson family home, echoing off the walls and puncturing every surrounding room. There is no quiet space in the Wilson house, there never has been. Privacy is a luxury, one they barely grew up knowing within this foundation of close, cramped quarters. Helena rarely likes to spend time here anymore, despite being an addict to family bonding, mostly because of situations like this; or the threat of running into confined space with Jake and that being the end of everything. They’re not even allowed in the same room at family events like Christmas and birthdays anymore, otherwise, there will be blood. Jake the derelict who mocked just about everything Helena stood for, and Helena, the insurgent ready to set aflame any bigot opinion he ever had (which was all of them). The house though ------- she loves the house. It’s tall and old and historical, it’s a complete diamond in the rough, surrounded by marshy bayou, tucked away from civilization. It might have made getting to school a task and a half when she was growing up, but she’d always come to love the solidarity of it. Until moments like these, when her motorcycle was in the shop, James was at work and now Nathan had to go out. Meaning Helena was “it” during today’s game of “who’s around and available to babysit their niece because their brother’s a piece of shit and in jail?”

                            She huffs, clearly annoyed as Lydia crawls around her feet, chewing on a toy. 

        “---- Nate, come on. This isn’t fair, I got Jess to drop me here because you said it was a Trade And Collect.” Wilson slang for; do this for me now, and I’ll owe you for something later. “Seriously, why am I always the one getting stuck doing this? Where’s Gully?”

        “At school.” Nathan reminds her, remaining calm as his little sister throws her tantrum. His phone’s ringing; someone at the office is desperate to get his attention. He pulls on his jacket quickly. “Look, he’ll be home soon I’m sure, and when he is, you’re free to go.”

                            Helena scowls, she hates when he uses ironic phrases like that. His badge glints in the light and Helena still feels some fire left in her fight. Swinging around as he passes, she throws her arms out. “So what, I’m just meant to hang out here by myself until someone comes home? Even mom’s at work, like could you have picked a worse time?” Given that their mother only had enough sanity to commit to two days at the Health store, it was rare that the woman wasn’t home. 

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@hvlliwells​

            It wasn’t until she had set the last of her boxes down in the living room did Elaine notice that her hands were shaking. She dropped them by her sides and shook them lightly in hopes of putting an end to their betrayal — an obvious sign of her weakness, her nervousness and fear. She glanced around the sparse room with a deep-rooted ache in her chest. This was going to be her life, if one could even call it her life. She had to answer to Hannah now; she apparently held a lifelong dream of becoming a dentist and — God, she even shuddered at the thought of it — she was born into a farming family from Cornwall. But that wasn’t even the worst bit of the entire arrangement by far. No, the worst bit were the boxes stacked alongside hers that weren’t labelled in her careful, looping script, but in an unfamiliar hand. The worst bit was that Hannah had a husband, which meant that Elaine had to play newly and happily married with a stranger.

            She sighed heavily and picked up the box labelled ‘plates and bowls’ and brought it into the kitchen, carefully placing it down on the plain, wooden table. She disliked the kitchen as much as she disliked the living room, which she disliked as much as the entryway. The walls were a generally inoffensive light blue, but the hardwood floor was scratched, the cabinets had the ugliest knobs she had ever laid eyes on, and the refrigerator looked like it was on its last leg.

            Yearning for chrome appliances and granite counter tops, she began unpacking the floral tableware that had been thrust upon her. She frowned as she inspected the pattern, sketches of hesitantly blooming chrysanthemums, and felt a lump well up in the back of her throat. It made her think of the framed pressed flowers she had in her last flat back in London, which felt both thousands of miles and years away now, neatly tucked away in a mental file known as The Before. Before she lost all sense of herself, before ran away to a whole new country in an act of cowardice, and before she thought it a good idea to go for a walk late into the night, in an unfamiliar city, and ——

            Elaine gasped, her chest seizing. The plate fell from her hands and shattered into pieces, and she felt something in her composure shatter with it. Her eyes started burning as she frantically tried to remember if they had a brush and pan or broom and which box any of them might have been in, but her mind kept stuttering and freezing. She dropped to the floor after a split second’s consideration and began trying to fumblingly push all the pieces in a pile. She winced at a stinging in her palm but continued, then shakily began placing the shattered porcelain in her hand piece by piece. It felt useless and clumsy and stupid. She imagined all the tiny shards that she couldn’t see with her increasingly-blurry vision; she thought of the uneven number of plates they now owned; and she choked back a quiet sob.

            She noticed the footsteps a beat too late, only fully comprehending that Ace had entered the room when she saw his shoes out of the corner of her vision. She quickly wiped at her watery eyes and inhaled shakily, flexing her hand around the shards in her grip unthinkingly and wincing. One day into being a so-called newlywed and her ‘husband’ had found her crying on their kitchen floor. It’d almost be funny if it weren’t happening to her.

            “Oh God,” she said, forcing a small, breathy laugh as she got to her feet and placed what she had managed to gather on the table. She took another quiet, stabilizing breath before turning to Ace with one of her well-practiced smiles. “We can no longer invite more than nine people to dinner, which I hope you’re not too gutted about. I realize it’s quite a blow.” She paused, then gestured toward him. “How are things going on your end? Nothing broken, I hope.”

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So...if no one asked for all of them... here I am

I’ll do all the even, as i’ve done the rest!!

0: Height

156 cm.

2: Shoe size

7 and a half.

4: Do you drink?

Absolutely. Too much probably.

6: Age you get mistaken for

16/17 :///////

8: Want any tattoos?

I want a few more. I want the lyrics “But the world keeps spinning.” somewhere, and I want mine and my mum’s constellations. And I want to get a giant ass dream catcher on my back, but I’m putting it off because I don’t want it now as much as I did want it then.

10: Want any piercings?

I would love an industrial and my belly botton done. I also really wish I still had my nose pierced, I miss having a nose ring.

12: Relationship status

Taken, 5 years :}}

14: Biggest turn offs

Loud people, obnoxious people, annoying people, egocentric people, skeevy people, bad mood people, neg vibe people, creepy people, overly awkward people, entitled people, arrogant people, PEOPLE WHO WALK SLOWLY, people who seat themselves without waiting for a waitress, people who complain food the is taking too long, the list could go on forever. 

16: I’ll love you if...

You watch the same TV shows as me, you are happy to let me blab forever but also make a conscious effort to keep up too, you play video games i like, you love phoebe tonkin too, you follow my personal blog (bonus points if you like it), you make me rp edits, you ship with me, you want to learn what type one diabetes actually involves, you don’t tell me someone you know has it too right off the bat, you if you want to get drunk with me.

18: Most traumatic experience

Getting Graves Disease the first time, and relapsing hard at the end of 2015 for the 3rd time. And when my brother stayed with us and started being a douche, so I told him to get out, we proceeded to get into a physical and a screaming match. The police were at my house so many times that week. Then my dad and him got in a punch up later that week.

20: What I hate most about myself

I can be insensitive. It tends to come from a place of self-protection.

22: What I want to be when I get older

Financially stable, married, writing, and happy as fuck.

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

Great! I always tell people that if their family is The Parents, (conservative and quiet), then mine are The Fockers. My parents are fucking crazy, and super chill and relatable and uncensored. There is no subject we won't talk about with each other, there’s usually nakedness and drinking involved at our place, especially on weekends. My dad is super DIY and he makes everything. From his own spirits, to beer, to smoking his own meats, growing his own vegies, etc. He’s such a handyman and loves to do things himself just because he can. Mum makes her own cheese and pickles, she’s hella crafty and always busy doing some new project. They’re retired, so they have the time to do all this. They’ve always been so different from all my parent’s friends. When they’re not home, they're traveling Australia in their motorhome. And when they’re not doing that they’re drinking and playing music with the locals.

26: My biggest pet peeves

When people use super unrelated gifs in our threads. Sweating off make up. When people over format so it’s too hard for me to concentrate on what they’ve actually written. People who sent anon hate. Slow walkers and slow drivers. Bigot opinions, like when someone completely disregards anyone’s potential feelings and quotes that there is only one right way to feel about something. Like wow, better hope I don’t disagree with you on that one or else you just made yourself look like such the douchebag. People who do dumb shit that ruins it for other people. My eye liner not going on smoothly or straight. When I tell people to do something at work for me and THEY DON’T. When people do repetitive replies in our threads, re-writing what it is I’ve already written that my characters have just done or said. You don’t need to write it again detail for detail, we all know what just happened, continue it on like a chain mail okay that’s the point of rp. Template messages/IM’s, please take the extra minutes to make things personal, people really dig it!!!

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

I just hate them. and I hate when people remind me of them.

30: What I hate the most about work/school

Work: travelling home late in the afternoon/night knowing I have to get up early and do it all over again because I live far away. School: I hated school in SO many ways.

32: What words upset me the most

That I’m doing what I want to do, wrong. Or when someone completely forgets about plans / details I’ve already mentioned and it makes me feel like they don’t care because they didn’t pay attention enough.

34: What I find attractive in women

Long hair, awesome makeup, freckles, curves, flat navels, midriffs, big eyes, confidence, feminine and kinship support, teamwork attitude, united love, girls who are physically excitable so they’re kind of gangly? Like all limbs, not afraid to be bold with their bodies. 

36: Where I would like to live

Where I live now, or NYC.

38: My childhood career choice

Paleontologist. I wanted dinosaurs to be real OK

40: Who wish I could be

Answered.

42: The last thing I ate

Answered.

44: A random fact about anything

Answered.

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♥ What’s the absolute best experience you’ve had in RP?

I answered this already but I do also want to give a shout out to Beautiful Mess. <333 That RP definitely redefined the traditional way of approaching RPing to me. The Twitter accounts were LEGENDARY and the IC drama was always fun and I loved how the admins had an event they were rolling out. It was just really—in a word—fun and I miss it a lot. ;~;

♚ Have you ever made any lasting friends through RP?

Yes!!! There’s you, of course, which is another reason why Beautiful Mess was so good to me and there’s also @theblushdahlia, @theinglenook, and @omniacau, who were all in a Harry Potter RP I joined back in 2011. :’))) Love my boos.

⚜ Have you ever met anyone from RP in real life?

I have. :D I’ve hung out with Emily / @theblushdahlia a couple times. <333 Hopefully a third is on our horizon.

☯ Tell us all about your favorite muse you’ve ever written and why they meant so much to you.

Alice. ;____; She means a lot to me because she’s such a big mess. She’s another character who exhibits certain personality traits that I’m not super fond of if I show them myself (e.g. clinginess, sensitivity, insecurity, cowardice, etc). She’s a textbook desperate people pleaser and would rather suffer in silence that raise a complaint, which makes her absolutely infuriating to me at times. :’) One of my favorite moments with Alice is when Giselle confronted her about how Alice openly flirted/essentially emotionally cheated with Patrick when Giselle and he were dating and Alice was like D: because 1) scary and 2) she knew what she had done was wrong, but she had enjoyed the attention so much (and liked Patrick so much) that she went ahead with it anyway. I liked when she had been selfish!!! I liked that she was faced with the fact that she cannot please everyone!!! I loved that she had fucked up and had no idea how to deal with the consequences. It was such a great, floundering moment that really cemented her as a fave for me. She also means a lot to me because of her struggles with mental health, both with herself and in her family. That’s a very personal struggle for me. Aaaaand she’s a cat lady, like myself. #EndTheStigma sjdkfnsad

☼ Have you learned any new skills from being involved in RP (coding, editing, making GIFs, etc)?

Answered. :)