The Wallflower

"I just want to feel like we're doing something good for once." A Laurel Castillo Roleplay blog Independent How to Get Away With Murder roleplay Semi-Selective will roleplay with any fandom Mun and Muse 21+ NSFW content will appear

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To be a  k i l l e r  you must first                              kill a little bit of yourself. 

[alicelovespizza]

WTF.

me after watching every HTGAWM episode (via alicelovespizza)

[agent-timross]

A note about shipping with me

I probably already ship it

not that I deliberately start rp'ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay

I will never pressure you into a ship

if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior

if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.

that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.

ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.

if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

[musesgonnamuse]

psa

stop shaming people for being mutuals only

stop shaming people for being private

stop shaming people for being selective

stop shaming people for being exclusive

stop shaming people for only roleplaying with their friends

stop shaming people for being uncomfortable with duplicates

stop shaming people for not being multiverse friendly

JUST STOP SHAMING PEOPLE FOR MAKING THEIR RP EXPERIENCE COMFORTABLE AND FUN FOR THEM. 

[tranquildeceit-blog]

ᴛᴇᴄʜ ɢᴇᴇᴋ;

@tranquildeceit

“You just missed him…” Oliver took a deep breath, confusion had over taken him for the moment, but he wasn’t about to slam the door in her face. “…did you need something?”

Just her luck. She needed Connors help with following a clue that could crack their current case and he was long gone before she got there. "No. It was about something for Annelise. Can you just tell him to call me when he gets back?"

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ʙᴀʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛy;

A smirk followed at that, eyes glancing this one up and down. She did harbor beautiful features, and a distraction was always welcome. Life could be draining, and as much as she did enjoy her work, it wore a person down. A constant worry of one wrong move and all her hard work for redemption, for being something BETTER, put to waste. She could afford a night off, and so far this seemed the best option. “Both very valid points, you’re quite a perceptive one on that front. I am far from gullible you’ll find.” 

Soft petals curved into a playful smirk. Intricate attention to detail, excellent judge of character, she was very well aware what her skills were. Though she hardly would say she knew anything about the other. That was the entire appeal, the allure of the mystery, the rush of the discovery. Beyond just typical chitchat there was a basic chemistry that she felt with the woman, something she wasn't so sure that she wanted to lose when it came near to bar close. There was something laced in between the lines of the beauty's response that had laurel's curiosity piqued. Setting some cash on the bar for the drinks, she nodded towards the doorway and grinned. "My name is Laurel. How about the two of us get out of here, leave these creeps with their jaws on their floor and have our own fun somewhere else. We could get to know one another."

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                  Annalise worked hard to maintain both her reputation and the eccentric web of deception and partial-truths that coiled outward from her in every direction, as well as keeping her outstanding win ratio as high as possible. Now she had retreated to her office, pushing the self-loathing and doubtful thoughts aside, this was not the time to falter, not with four of her five students in the next room. There would be plenty of time for all of that later.

                  Now here she was, hunched over her large wooden desk, her hand clasped onto a small recorder as she dictated instructions and notes for her associates the following morning. It was fairly routine. Annalise working late hours attempting to make discoveries of her own and then Frank and Bonnie picking up where she left off the next morning. 

                   There was a somewhat timid knock on the door to the office and Annalise looked up, her train of thought uninterrupted as she finished the sentence and pressed the small pause button. She set the device aside and swept her hair away from her face, “Come in.” She announced, picking up a pen to pull the next sheet off the pile and signing off on it while she waited for the door open. Each moment was too expensive to waste on trivial matters. 

                  When the door finally swung open and revealed Laurel, hands in her pockets, a posture which caused her shoulders to slump and her to appear inevitably smaller, “Ms.Castillo.” Annalise greeted, “What can I do for you?” She recalled her own outburst in the other room no more than half an hour before; this was more likely than not Laurel’s necessity to ebb her own curiosity manifesting itself as a need to interrupt valuable work time.

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                 Curiosity killed the cat.  As powerful as the mind could be, it was one of people’s biggest weaknesses.  Thoughts that were once deemed interesting and inventive can have negative annotations as simple as the snapping of a few fingers.  Laurel’s mind was a ticking time bomb simply waiting for that right moment of explosion.

                  There was an insatiable need to impress Annalise, to stand out from the rest of the five.  From the moment that she first got chastised in the middle of class to that stupid fucking statue to the way Annalise was protecting them all in her own maniacal way, Laurel respected the elder woman, idolized her ever.  Though she couldn’t speak for the others, she knew that was why they all kept coming back, because even being a speck in Annalise’s world was a privilege.

                  After spending the entire day drinking away their anxiety, the students had to nearly work double into the later hours to make up for time lost.  She knew that there was a growing irritation among the house. It was starting to be divided, starting to feel like a pile of lies that kept growing.  A challenge of who could keep tally of the highest amount of bent truths. As much as she’s changed in the last year, it all came back to one thing.  the need to be on Keating’s good side.

                  "I wanted to apologize.” She responded, pulling her own hands out of their resting position, walking more confidently into the office.  The web of deceit was only growing, and there was an immense guilt that came from questioning the mastermind behind it all. “I’ve been selfish, worrying about my own future fate.  I know I shouldn’t have bothered you, but i felt it needed to be said.  Also. I want to help with the case more. Whatever you need. I won’t question what’s going on again.” At least that is what she was going to tell herself.  She came to fight law, so the best thing to do, was to throw herself in the cases. No more fighting anxiety with juvenile methods.  She was going to prove her worth, if it was the last thing she did.

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“ I’ll run for office. Be the country’s F I R S T ex-juvie, drug dealer, bartender president. ”

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If anyone knew Ashlyn personally, they’d say that she was the nicest person that they have ever met - but don’t get on her bad side. For a rich girl, she made enemies and sometimes, she’d get rid of her enemies. “Thanks for the hot, sugary drink,” She said softly, not even bothering to look at the woman, the nice, charitable woman. “– I’m Ashlyn. My dad’s the Dean here.”

Being the Dean's daughter couldn't have been easy on Ashlyn. Laurel knew that she shouldn't be so quick to judge anyone, but her mind was so cluttered with her own lies she didn't want to cloud it with anything else. Smiling softly, she nodded at one of the tables and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm Laurel. Why don't we get a table and get to know one another a bit better?"

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ʀᴇʙᴇᴄᴄᴀ ;

 A snicker erupted from previously sealed lips, their  corners twitching upwards into a somewhat SARDONIC smirk.

 ❝ Do I look like the type of girl who sits  around waiting for her knight to save the day?  Wow. That’s a new one. ❝

This was a job, a client.  It was that simple.  Yet judgmental eyes rolled instantly at the response.

❝ In ALL honesty, I don’t think you want my answer. The way you got Wes all wrapped around your   tiny little finger.   I’ll let you fill in the blanks. ❝

[tranquildeceit-blog]

ᴅᴇᴀɴ;

“I knew it, and I was the ass that kept ya’ waiting.” Dean found himself grinning, enjoying the banter between him and Laurel. There was no nonsense with her and that was something he could rely on. “You got me, Laurel, I couldn’t stay away. You were just too damn irresistible.” He smirked for a moment before winking at her and finishing half his beer in one go. “Seriously though, how you been doing?”

Lithe fingers tapped against the cool oak of the bar counter. Those were words that she didn't really want to hear. She didn't want to talk about what she's been up to, and she hardly doubt he did either. Shaking her head, she motioned for the bartender. "How about I buy you another?" She offered, a small tactic of trying to deflect. "Give me some time to get over just how much I can't control myself around you." The teasing was completely harmless, she knew the he knew she wasn't some easy whore to throw herself at him, but that topic of conversation was far better than admitting she was a cheating slut who lost her boyfriend, oh yeah, and helped dispose of a dead body. "But really. I've just been buried in law books." Yeah. that was good enough. It was semi truthful at that!

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“ that’s insane ”

Instantly regret seeped into the corners of her mind. She confessed everything, and he didn’t believe her, hell she wouldn’t have believe it, if she didn’t live it. Normal people don’t go around helping cover up murders.  She cracked open a bottle of whiskey and shrugged her shoulders. “Then can we just drink?”

[tranquildeceit-blog]

I’m trash.  So like this for me to come into your inbox and plot, cause this is an rp blog, I swear!

[rpprompts]

send me 'well hello' and my muse will climb into your muse's lap

[sanhawrites]

[ragestainedmagic]

VANITYHELPS CHARACTER AESTHETIC:  K I L L E R  C O U P L E.

“A couple that kills together stays together.”

[awbuckyno]

[lucxhale]

insp.