Welcome! This is an interactive blog for Drenched Girl, my NiNaH OC. I accept asks, roleplay, and other kinds of interaction.
More info below. CW are in Rules!
-About Writer-
My name is JJ. I'm 24, they/them. I love horror, zombies, and flowers. I fell in love with NINAH's surreal, isolated atmosphere. The subject matter of death, broken homes, loneliness through monotony, and psychology spoke to me.
My main blog, and where I follow from, is @/zombinary!
-About Character-
-LINK TO PAGE-
-Rules-
1. Stating the obvious...No bigotry or harassment of any form. This really should go without saying but just to get out of the way.
2. Sfw only. While I'm an adult, and Drenched Girl is of age, I just don't want to engage in that with this character. The canon-typical violence, hopelessness, and traumatic events are fine. But...
5. Be patient, and don't rush. I'm a person behind this screen, not a machine to put out endless content. I'll do my best to communicate for any threads, but I can't guarantee anything. This blog will prioritize shortform rp and asks. This is all for fun and not a high priority in my life. Respect that!
3. Due to subject matter on this blog, be mindful. Drenched Girl is a heavy character whose writing comes from a personal place. Ultimately her story handles the aftermath of grooming, emotional abuse, attempted csa, loss of identity, suicidal ideation/implied suicide, and severe depression. She is a young survivor who didn't get the support she deserved. If this content is triggering to you, then please take a step back!
6. Not a rule, just a headsup, I don't expect shipping to be a huge subject here. Or, well, come up at all. But it is welcome. I'm a sucker for romance, and I'm a multishipper! Just know it'll be a complicated one with her.
Alright. Have fun, get to know me n Nesia, enjoy the beachside! Or what's left of it...
Please like this post so I know you've read everything!!
-Tag List-
Message In a Bottle (Ask)
Talking to Strangers (Anon)
Get To Know (Info/Dev)
Bathtubs Mermaid (IC)
The Creator (OOC)
The Water Song (RP)
Watercolor Paints (Art)
Part of This World (Aesthetic)
(Nesia was created and developed as a way to write the effects of CSA and other kinds of abuse, and how a victim can feel trapped even when they escape. She came from a very sensitive part of me.)
(Thank you to those who showed interest in her story. While I never got to really expand on it, I really do appreciate those who wanted to listen.)
(This blog will remain up, but don't expect any updates or replies to threads. Thank you again for sticking with Nesia, even if her run was short lived.)
hey op. i want you to know my boyfriend has been in hysterics, laughing and occasionally wheezing out "bibby" for the past half an hour because of this post. are you proud of what youve done?
[WOW this blog has been dead. so sorry about that.]
[you'd be right! i've actually thought about it before, and if nesia existed within that worldbuilding. she'd be a sad case of a juvenile villain with water based powers, not sure what exactly. i considered something to do with rain/clouds or just straight up hydrokinesis...or its just waterboys power to the left. if they met i think itd be very funny but sad as hell. thanks for the ask!]
this girl was showing all the signs of being a secret mermaid so i pushed her into the pool and she turned into a forty foot long mosasaurus which is tbh way cooler
for those of you asking why i pushed her into the pool in the first place: i work for a duplicitous small town aquarium and i'm trying to kidnap mermaids to jump through hoops and shit to entertain tourists and make money. fucking obviously. now that i know she's actually a mosasaurus though i Have fallen in pure-hearted love with her
βΛβΉ γ €a collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
She rests her head against the rim of the tub. The teenager doesn't meet your eyes, only remaining quiet. Mulling over your sweet words.
Affection. She could recognize that. A bit loud..But earnest. The girl had grown accustomed to the persistent kind. A firm hug that made you squirm. A smothering grasp that left her clawing and picking at her skin.
Instead, she had been given a clever sentiment. The corners of her mouth curl upwards.
The drenched girl softly smiles. Yet her eyes remain shut, you can only guess to where her imagination is taking her.
Squeaking boots and a soggy carpet made Agnessa's presence in the house. Haphazardly organized cutlery in the cabinets, rearranged glasses too. She called herself being "helpful." Luckily, there was a short break from her helping hands.
A small amount of steam escaped through the cracks of the bathrooms door. A daily shower, though not for hygiene. A few squeaks of the handle and the warm water promptly shut off.
The teenager pulled the curtain aside, wearily stepping out from the tub. Dripping wet, her vision was muddled and messy.
She could only sit on the floor, dutifully staying next to the bathtub. She seemed exhausted.
what grades did u get in school before this all started?
She sat up straighter at the mention of her studies. Her glassy, usually downcast eyes seemed to sparkle.
"They were good! Could have been better, of course... I-I remember my teacher...She was so strict. Gorgeous, though. My favorite subject was science! The experiments we did in class..."
The girls tone seemed wistful, but fond, as the warm memories come back to her.
"You know, when I was younger, I hated sitting to read. Now? A good book is my friend."
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