Ways to demonstrate the level of exhaustion a character has
in the format of ‘Thing (example)’
Injures self doing something mundane (sprains ankle walking up or down small flight of stairs ir on flat surface, pricks finger chopping veggies, etc)
Says one thing, means something else (*holding a potato* *says with full confidence* this is a tomato.)
Does mundane, simple task Very Wrong (places sword with the clothes and tries to stuff scarf in the scabbard)
Switches the order of two words in a sentence (the waterproof says it’s bandaid)
Zoning out. Especially mid sentence. (“As i was saying, we should, um, *zones out*)
Says things that literally dont make sense [taking an example from my dear friend Tellie this time— “two stone birds.” (<instead of two birds one stone)]
Brain goes blank/shuts down when they try to do something mildly complicated (‘quick whats 2+5?’ ‘Um. Uh. 8.’)
No inhibitions or restraint (*is not one to show much affection* *walks in, sits down next to friend/crush/lover/etc, and immediately cuddles with them and/or falls asleep*
Cant think of any more, feel free to add on! This list is mostly for my own purposes, but i figured some of y’all might find my it entertaining or useful (or give me even more ideas/ways)
:DD awesome!! I'm just gonna say a few facts that I've probably said a million times and I'll say them again-
I have adhd
I'm 14
snakes are the best pet, even tho I've never had one
cats are better than dogs
I am an undiagnosed insomniac
same with adhd and my mild depression and social anxiety
I do art that turns out really bad, especially humans
I write fanfics but then I lose motivation and totally forget about them
plus they're shit anyway
I roleplay Sanders Sides, mainly, but I'm up for some Supernatural too
the best show in existence is Supernatural, Sherlock coming in a close second
Sanders Sides is amazing
I really wanna roleplay a Sanders Sides au with Supernatural like two of the sides are brothers and ya get it
I'm asexual, possibly just graysexual
I'm Polyamorous
I'm polyromantic
I have one partner, Grey
I live with my three brothers who are 9, 17, and 21
I have no sisters
I'm agender and use they/them pronouns
I live with both parents
I tend to stay in my room most of the day, only coming out when I'm forced to or for meals
I go to sleep any time from 9pm-6am and sleep until 7am-12pm
but it's going to end up being 10am bc my parents won't let me sleep in later anymore
I will not drink hot coffee or tea, only iced
I despise Brussels sprouts
I call myself and my bf gay constantly
I make gay jokes
I'm not supposed to date until highschool but I said fuck that I'm getting a jf in 8th grade and a bf a few months later
I live in the USA
I live in the Midwest where I end up saying "ope" alot
I don't have an accent from my state
not a sports fan, regardless of pretty much everyone else liking the Vikings
I've driven down to California for vacation last summer, it took 10 days to go there and back as we went camping too and saw Mt Rushmore
I'm 90% sure my little brother is going to be gay
I have dyed my hair purple and want to dye it green or red next time
I have an undercut
my bangs are basically a mohawk
I have glasses
I read fanfiction for a living
I don't have a job nor money
I want to make art and sell it but I can't do art
I like to paint alot, usually just pride flags
I make custom wallpapers for people and I'm making pride wallpapers for pride month (I'll be posting them eventually)
I say "that's gay" with everything
I am afab
I used to use the name Jay but I've decided I like Killian better
Killian can be shortened to K, Kill, Killi, or anything you can think of
my bfs bf calls me Jay KKK bc he once when "Jay-kil-kill-killian-" so yeah
I'm closeted about my agender to my family because I have transphobic siblings
I've told my parents I'm lesbian and turns out that was a lie
I have 2 straight friends and that's it
my favorite color is blueish green
I am allergic to cats, yet I have one
I will read any Sanders sides, Sherlock, or Supernatural fanfic you throw at me. Harry Potter too
I'm willing to make friends of all types
I overshare online yet hide everything irl
I love getting asks as I usually don't get them very often except last night I was bombarded with asks and I was so confused bc y'all actually wanted to ask me things
I may do fanfic requests if y'all want
if you do the 👽 emoji in an ask I will let you know what you remind me of whenever, doesn't matter how far down my dash it is I will do it
I'll cheer you up in any way I can
I put others above myself, it's an issue
I get confused when people say they talk about me or think about me or even like me
like people actually mention me?? they care about me?? what is this??
especially when it's people I've never even met irl
I live about an hour away from current events happening in uh Minneapolis
I prefer winter when it's 30°F and I'm able to go outside with shorts and a t-shirt and not be dying from the heat
I go to Public school
going into freshman year this year
online learning is how I procrastinated everything until the last day when I somehow ended up with only one missing assignment
I took Spanish this year and I hated it so I'm doing ASL next year
I play flute and sing pretty much any part in choir, tenor through soprano but usually I'm alto
Aladdin is the best Disney movie
when I'm sad or empty I listen to mcr or Virgil's playlist
I hate spiders unless they're tarantulas or anything not inside my house
my room is in the basement
I usually only go on tumblr when I check notifs and then end up scrolling my dash for hours bc I totally forgot I was doing something else
I am on almost every single social media you can think of
I have multiple OCs, feel free to ask about them
Kayla, she/her, trans
Sil, ne/nem/nir, trans non-binary
Esma, she/they, demigirl
Veronica, she/he, bigender
Jupi, it/its, agender
I'll probably make more too
look at photo below bc I'm pinning this instead of that post-
I'll probably end up adding more since I'm going to pin this bc idk I feel like y'all want to know about me if you don't I'm sorry but too bad
below is another photo for rp details, yes it's a different theme dwi [[not doing any roleplays rn I'll link the post in a minute below]]
I most likely won't respond to DMs. I'm not in the mood to really roleplay, and I don't know when I will be again. (the only exception is my
300 dtiys below
Hey guys! for 300 followers I will be doing a dtiys!! I used a base for this since I can't draw, but you can do any pose or anything you'd l
more details, mainly bc i get sad :( ↓↓
okay last one sorry.
i also cant spell when sad and/or dont care if i spell things wrong. i dont have autocorrect on so yeah
im in cst time
Everything starts with a hello, a hi, a hey. A greeting of some kind. Ours started with something else. It started with a trip, a lot of apologies, and crying. Though I feel like I should probably start at the beginning. That makes more sense anyway.
It all started on what I knew was not going to be a normal day. The day started with two pieces of toast, 3 slices of peaches, and a mug of earl grey tea. Or what I was hoping to be a mug of earl grey tea. I poured the rest of what was left of my mug into a thermos and walked out the door.
3 stairs, take a left, 5 steps forward to the next stairwell. 10 steps down, 5 breathes, 2 stops I could have taken, 7 doors I could see. I ran to my car, even if it was only 5 feet away.
30 minutes and a coffee stop later, I was at work. I work at a publishing firm as the executive editor. I have been there since the start of this company, Indigo Query. I helped with the name of course. Most of the books that I edited are Best Sellers right now. I can’t say I’m not proud of that.
Today is the release date of the first book I wrote. I have babied this book for 4 years. All of the characters are complex and have their own stories. I tried to make it to where there weren’t any background characters. To where there were stories going on behind the scenes, or the main focus of the chapter. It is 1563 pages, 12 pt. Times New Roman font, 468900 words. This book is my literal child. I have had these characters since I was in 6th grade. I only started seriously writing out their story in the last 4 years.
I just realized that you know nothing about me. Maybe that’s for the best. You’ll find out later anyway.
I walked in, went through the cafe, up the elevator, through the small library. I was there, and my book was there. On my desk, I saw a hardcover copy of my book. I almost started crying. Okay, I did start crying. That art was my choice, it was made by one of my oldest friends. I carefully picked up the book, letting my hands run over the almost woven texture of the cover, the embellished sides, and the title. Lastly, my name, small in white coloring. I turned to the copyright page and breathed in. My name is listed as the author and editor. My best friend’s listed as the cover artist. This is what I was meant to do. Write books, edit books, publish books.
I put the book down, I couldn’t read it. Not yet. I needed to meet with Leo Adams, president of the company. He is not the original president, he took over after the old president passed. I personally am not a fan of his. I think he is corrupt and doesn’t deserve the company. The only thing I can hope is that one day this company, my home, will get a better president. The only reason I stayed with this company, is because of my book. I could leave if I wanted to, other publishing companies have asked if I wanted to sign for them.
But I have something in my eyes, something I can’t give up. I want to own Indigo Query. I want to own the thing I love more than anything. This company is my life, my livelihood. I hate seeing a man who doesn’t care about books be in charge of it. I need to save the company I have over a decade of time into. But right now, it is my time. My book is getting released.
I need to focus on that and nothing else. I need to work, that’s what I need to do. What I want doesn’t matter right now, and it won’t matter for a while.
I walked as fast as a caffeinated lesbian could without it being considered running to Leo’s office.
“Ms. Kore, it’s fantastic to see you. And of course congrats on the book release, it looks fantastic already.” Leo’s words drawled on, a slight curve to his phrases. I hated it.
“Of course sir, I couldn’t have had this book released without you,” I replied, trying desperately to keep the ill intent out of my voice.
What I didn’t say, was that of course, I couldn’t have had this book released without you. Even with you, there were so many issues with getting it released. Including the date getting pushed back 6 months. I could have had this book out, and sold by now. But no, he said it was too problematic. It took all of the editors, our cover designers, the VP of the company, and basically everyone to get him to allow it to be sold.
“Though Ms. Kore, I must tell you, I really do not think this book will thrive that much. I just do not want to see you getting hurt. Take the day off, you need to.” I almost scoffed once he said that, but I really only muttered thank you and walked out of the office.
I practically ran to one of my coworker’s desks and sighed completely and utterly overdramatically. This coworker has been my friend since high school and they helped found the company. They also know about my aspiration to own Indigo Query.
“Oliver, I can’t believe him. He literally said that he didn’t think my book would work out and that he just didn’t want me to get hurt.” I groaned and tried to not sound whiny, though I know I did.
“Babe, that is so horrid but also you are so close to literally owning this company. You are so close, and you can’t lose sight of what you have done because our boss is horrible.” I know they’re right, and I am really close, but I need a break.
“I’m leaving for the day, Adams said I had to.” I sighed.
“Girl you have been here for less than an hour, sit down.” Oliver raised their eyebrows and practically forced me to sit at my desk.
I just rolled my eyes and got to work on a new manuscript that came in today. It wasn’t long before my eyes felt like they were going to burst from my head.
“I’m taking a coffee and tea run. Want anything?” I closed the manuscript, my question aimed for Oliver who was holding a red pen and had a red pen tied up in their hair.
“Yes, yes, and yes please darling. You know my order anywhere.” And they were right, their order hasn’t changed since freshman year. Unlike everything else. Oliver used to be really shy, with red curly hair, they didn’t have confidence. And now they talk or flirt with everyone, have longer sunset ombre hair, and have more confidence. I’m proud of them.
I walked out of the building and to the nearest cafe. I ordered Oliver’s, which was a matcha latte with added raspberry syrup, apparently, it was amazing. Then I got a London fog earl grey tea with extra vanilla syrup.
I noticed the cafe had a small bookstore and I walked over there after ordering. I saw something that warmed my heart, my book. I inhaled deeply in shock, already a small bookstore had my book in it. I grabbed a copy and read through some of it. My words, my characters, my world. I get now why it is such a big deal for Oliver every time they see a book they wrote. I only walked away when I heard my name getting called. I grabbed both of the cups and walked away, saying thank you many times.
Close to the door, the not so impossible happened. Someone ran into me, my tea spilled everywhere. Oliver’s drink ended up being safe somehow.
“I am so sorry, I can’t believe myself, I’m so sorry. Deeply sorry. Let me help.” The person who ran into me sputtered out.
“Don’t be sorry it was an accident, it is okay,” I say looking at them softly.
They had hair a little bit longer than their shoulders, it was a coppery red. Their eyes were a shade of amber. That was when I realized.
“Laurette?” I asked, stunned that this may be her.
“Yeah? Do I know-- Persephone!” Laurette hugged me and sighed. “It’s fantastic to see you!”
“Good to see you too. What are you doing these days?”
“Oh! I’m living with Ophelia with our kid. I’m a fashion designer and she is a daycare owner. So she gets her share of kids every day. What about you?” as Ophelia spoke I could practically feel her love for her wife.
“That is fantastic! I’m the chief editor and now an author for a publishing company called Indigo Query. My first book got released today actually. I work with Oliver Evanora.” I was filled to the brim with pride.
“Really? Congrats! I bet the book is amazing! I’ll have to check it out sometime. Tell Oliver I said hi. ” Laurette sighed happily, “Well, it’s been great seeing you, I’m so sorry about the tea. I hope to bump into each other again.”
I smiled and went back up to the counter to grab the tea they remade, gave them a 10 dollar tip, and left. A newfound pleasure seeped through me. I walked back to the office, careful not to spill anything. I gave Oliver their drink and went straight back to work.
4 hours later and the clock showed 5 pm, the day that I had been waiting for years to happen was over. Since I needed desperately to get home, I made Oliver give me a ride home.
“Why didn’t you drive to work? You have a car.” Oliver asked when they were in their car.
“Because I wanted to walk.”
“It’s winter, it is dark at like 4. You can’t walk home when it’s dark. We live in a city, girl.”
I just sighed, they were right anyway. I didn’t think it through.
“Want to get food?” They asked, “Cause I am starving!”
“Nah, I’ve got to get home.”
“Ok girl, whatever you deem useful,” Oliver said, already pulling down my street.
“Thank you so much! Oh and by the way Laurette said hi.” I said as I shut the door.
I went inside and set water on to boil. I started stirring the water clockwise and humming a distant melody. It was almost time. The water started to bubble like an ancient potion that had just been given the final ingredient. I poured the water over a mug, grabbed a tea bag, and let it seep. At this point, the stars were already out and thriving.
After a quick 5 minutes, I grabbed my mug and walked outside into my backyard. I went directly to my shed. My shed was more of my office than a shed. It had a typewriter, my laptop, a shelf filled with different types of teas or coffee. Plants were scattered about, my desk had a big fluffy white chair pushed up to it. Everything was a pastel blue, pink, or white. It didn’t really seem like it was mine, but it was. And it’s more of a home to me than my room is.
I sighed as I sat down on my mug, put on gardening gloves, and grabbed my spade. I went outside and started to get to work. I planted a new rose bush, I replanted my lemon tree that's growing out of their pot. I moved my ever-growing cherry tree to where they’ll get better sun.
All of this I did while humming, or singing in some parts. I am the type of person to sing and talk to my plants. I am also the type of person to own 3 trees and more plants than I can count.
I heard a bang and I flinched, my entire body froze in place, as if any movement would cost me my life.
“Is anyone there?” I whispered, barely to where anyone could hear it.
“Hello, darling” When I heard Oliver’s voice I calmed down, “sorry to scare you babe, but you seem stressed. Thought I’d help.”
“It’s okay, Oli.” I sighed, already putting my spade and gloves away. “So, how did you plan to calm me down?”
“Stargazing with some people from high school,” Oliver replied, smiling.
“Like who?”
“Kira, Raven, Laurette, Ophelia, Lilith--” Oliver was about to continue but I cut them off.
“Okay, I get it, almost everyone. Let’s go.” I said, laughing, “Let me change first.”
Five minutes later I was in Oliver’s car wearing a star printed black layered lace dress and 4-inch heeled black boots.
“Let’s go! I wonder if they all brought their kids! Oh, I can’t wait to see Sabrina or even Litha! I miss my coven friends.” Oliver used to be in a coven at school, it broke up after our senior year.
“Where is the place we’re going anyway?” I asked, playing with my acrylics.
“It’s only 30 minutes away, a small little cabin. Though, we are staying for a week. I took all the clothes that are yours at my house, it’s enough for 7 days. Plus they all look great.”
“What about work?!”My yells could probably be heard by our high school friends.
“I got it covered babe, don’t worry,” Oliver said in a sing-song tone.
“Got it covered? Um, no. My book just got released, I need to be in town.”
“Honey, your book is already almost sold out at 3 stores. I only bought one copy. Your child will be fine.” Oliver sighed as he looked at me, “You need this. More than any of us do. So, I dragged you into the countryside to look at stars and hang out with people from our high school. Don’t you want to see everyone’s kids? I’m pretty sure Ophelia and Laurette are bringing theirs.”
“Okay, fine. I do need this, don’t I?” I pulled out my phone and breathed in.
‘I need this, I need a break. 7 days hanging out with old friends will give that to me.’ I thought as I mindlessly scrolled through twitter.
Then I came across this,
‘Jdjisddsj this book came out today! I already love it! #ScarletDreams #Persephonekore’
“Holy bees, Scarlet Dreams is trending in the literature section on twitter.”
“That’s fantastic, but we’re here.” I looked up and saw a cottage with wildflowers surrounding it, two beehives sitting among the flowers, a few kids running through fields.
We parked next to where a collection of other cars were. Immediately I was pulled into a hug by Ophelia and Laurette.
“I missed you!” Ophelia exclaimed as she pulled away, her child pulling at her sleeve.
“I missed you guys too, it’s fantastic to see you.”
Oliver looked at me, then to everyone and said: “Was I right? Did you need this?”.
I could practically see his fear of him making a mistake, a dark sludge crawling through him, pulling him down and towards his own Tartarus.
“Yeah Oli, I really did. Work was starting to hurt a little.”
A group of three people left the cabin, they were all holding hands and walking right next to each other.
“Oh, hello. I’m Cassandra. I don’t remember you from high school” She said her last sentence more like an inviting question than a statement.
“Hi, I’m Persephone, I didn’t really talk to many people other than who I knew so I can’t expect you to remember me.” I ended my statement with a small laugh, trying to match her tranquillity.
“Babe, you said there wouldn’t be that many people” The person who spoke was as far behind Cassandra and they could be while still holding her hand.
“I wanted you to come, plus I didn’t that many people would show up, darling.” Cassandra's voice was somehow softer than it was before, it seemed as soft as flower petals blooming out to show a beautiful rose.
Or rather the sun urging a rose to show it’s own beauty. Cassandra’s red hair had so much volume it seemed to live on its own, like a red fox laid over her shoulder. She was wearing a vintage lace dress that was white with roses on it, you could tell a petticoat was hiding beneath the layers of the dress from how it poofed out. Her cheeks were a rosy red, and her eyes had pink eyeshadow flowing out from them. Her eyeliner wings were sharp enough to stab, and honestly, I wanted her to stab me with them.
As soon as I realized what I was thinking I felt guilty, though I wasn’t sure why.
A voice snapped me out of my thoughts, “Hi, I’m Jade!” said the other person next to Cassandra.
Her hair was a really big fluffy black braid, purple threaded itself through the braid, and blue and green followed. The braid went to her lower back and was tied with what I thought was a gold string. A black mini dress hugged her sides. A light pink fluffy jacket was partially zipped and fell off her shoulders. The dress went to her lower thighs, then a few inches down my eyes trailed down to her light pink knee-high boots.
“Take a picture and it will last longer darling,” Jade said, the tone of her voice playful yet held enough flirtiness to send shivers up my spine and turn my face red.
“Darling, let's not immediately start to flirt with the new girl. Let’s not kill her on the first day here.” Cassandra spoke, her tone matching Jade’s.
The one who has stayed behind Cassandra the entire time stepped forward, appearing to gain confidence from my embarrassment.
“Why not? She may hold up longer than I did.” They said, their voice was soft yet firm. It held together like a cactus in heavy wind, trying to keep its grip. I felt like that’s the type of person they were, a cactus. Harsh on the outside with spikes and a few flowers to lure you in, but held water and healing on the inside.
I knew my face was painted a shade that countered everything around me and the dress that now seemed to hug me instead of flow around me. Like the petals of a tulip instead of an orchid. My heart sped up and I felt frail, yet held stable by these people who I had only met what seemed hours ago but what I knew was minutes, or even seconds that had just been drawn out to a century.
Then coughing erupted into my thoughts as Oliver shimmed their way in between me and the group, “Let’s go inside, I need warmth.”
“It’s not even cold” I sighed.
“Whatever,” They said as they already started towards the cottage.
As soon as people realized that Oliver had started to walk away, people hurried to follow them. That was Oliver for ya, they could sure direct a crowd.
have you all listened to RBJ’s album?? it’s called showfolk and it’s amazing and soft and good and like i’m just imagining Heidi singing these songs to Evan as lullabies,,,,,,,,,
