A Long Walk Down a Shortbread

Hi, my name is Yehudia, and I like cookies and cake and candy and all sorts of things. If you want to play, I'm always ready to make a new friend. Oh! I almost forgot. I'm an angel. People pray to me after other people die so that they can feel better. So I spend a lot of time trailing along behind Death, but don't let that stop you! I love to play. [[Original Role Play character blog. I'm over eighteen, but he's a child, so this will be largely...okay, it'll be a little triggering when he tells stories, but he'll keep himself under control. We'll role play with anyone, really.]]

[bakulusoldblog]

yehudia started following you

[bakulusoldblog]

*huffs and scratches his head* I don’t think I’d make a good teacher.

[yehudia-blog]

I'm sure you'd make a wonderful teacher. You just have to try.

[yehudia-blog]

Hello!

[wednesdayaddamsbeineke-deactiva]

“Well… alright.”

[yehudia-blog]

The angel began working his way down the street, a smile and a greeting for every person they passed. Occasionally, he glanced back at Wednesday, checking to make sure that she was okay.

[welcometomyparlor]

yehudia requests an audience

[welcometomyparlor]

“Better, much better” Lavanne said, as if surprised by this. “I feel like my old self… Thank you”

[yehudia-blog]

He smiled, nodding towards her. "Oh, you're quite welcome. If you ever need more, just ask. I have plenty to share."

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

yehudia started following you...

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

“For the few evenings you were away, there was an unfortunate turn of events with my features. I shall recover, but for the moment a mask is needed to cover the mending flesh.” Flesh, musculature and bones resetting themselves after her interaction with The Joker. “You have returned as well on the evening I was taken into custody many centuries ago for crimes I believe I should never have been arrested for, Yehudia. Come, let me see your new form.”

[yehudia-blog]

"Oh, that is..." He was silent for a moment before standing, moving to her side. The angel was still a little unused to his form, the movements lacking some of the grace he had developed with centuries of staying in his other body. In fact, Yehudia seemed to forget at times that he was taller and possessed longer limbs, stopping within a few inches of the Countess before remembering himself and the concept of personal space.

Uttering a quiet apology, he stepped back, straightening his vessel's jacket. "Will my blood help your features heal faster, Countess?"

[yehudia-blog]

i-gave-you-my-soul and the-mask-in-the-mirror started following you

[i-gave-you-my-soul-deactivated2]

“I need to see something outstanding to prove you are an Angel. I have met two Angels in my life, Monsieur, and you have both been so completely different from the common human… It is the kindness that spurred you on to help a sad little girl be happy that sets you apart.” 

[yehudia-blog]

He shook his head, looking down a bit. "If kindness is what it takes to be considered an angel, then this world is darker than it has any right to be." The angel looked back up at her, frowning deeply. "I do not wish to...to hear that such a thing is indeed so rare."

[yehudia-blog]

Sonorus!

Yehudia blinked, then frowned. "WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO- OH. OH NO! THIS MEANS THAT I CAN'T GO VISIT ILLIS IF ODELYN IS SLEEPING! THAT'S TERRIBLE!"

(Since no time was specified, I'm going for the normal amount I like to do things: twelve hours. 9:39 p.m. EST is the stopping point)

[yehudia-blog]

What Hudi-mun Does

What I did today. (Minus a few casualties. Only about a third of the peanut butter cookies made it, and I lost four of the white cupcakes.)

[yehudia-blog]

Ya'll, it's a while yet until I can reply. I've made sixty-two cupcakes this afternoon, have nine more and two cakes in the oven, and then a few dozen peanut butter cookies. I'll let you know when I can reply. Of course, I'll probably pass out in sugar-fueled exhaustion soon.

[yehudia-blog]

I think I've been on this account for too long. I've gone and made about sixty cupcakes. LONG LIVE TARDY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS

[yehudia-blog]

A Man In A Dark Cloak Appears Before You. He Raises His Wand And Yells...

((M!A Hogwarts Style. All time lengths are anon-specified. Feel free to add more!))

Alohamora!: Muse is locked away in a place specified by Anon until rescued or until specified time.

Expelliarmus!: Muse cannot pick up or use any weapon.

Flipendo!: Muse cannot walk more than five steps without falling on their face.

Serpensortia: Muse is constantly attacked by snakes.

Avada Kedavra!: Muse is a ghost.

*throws love potion*: Muse is in love with a character of Anon's choosing.

Avis: Muse is constantly attacked by birds.

Crucio!: Muse is in constant pain.

Confundus!: Muse is confused easily and acts as though drunk.

Expecto Patronum!: Muse is followed/protected by "spirit animal". (Mun or Anon may specify.)

Imperio!: Muse is controlled by (Anon specifies) (Mun may specify things Muse may not be forced to do, such a sexual acts or triggers.)

Immobulus!: Muse is completely paralyzed until rescued or until specified time.

Incendio!: Muse has uncontrollable hot flashes.

Obliviate!: Muse loses memories/amnesia.

Riddikulus!: Whatever usually scares Muse he/she now finds funny.

Quietus!: Muse is mute.

Rictusempra!: Muse is extremely ticklish.

*throws polyjuice potion*: Muse is stuck in another Muse's body. (Anon specifies.)

Wingardium Leviosa!: Muse grows wings. (Or if Muse has wings, they disappear.)

Sonorus!: Muse must YELL EVERYTHING THEY SAY!

Nox!: Muse is blind.

Impedimenta!: Muse must do everything verrrrrryyyyy slowlyyyyyy....

Legilimens!: Muse must say everything on his/her mind.

Impervius!: Muse is constantly thirsty but cannot drink anything.

*uses portkey*: Muse is transported to a location of Anon's choosing.

Oppugno!: Muse is forced to attack another Muse of Anon's choosing.

[yehudia-blog]

Hello!

[elphabamelenethropp]

Elphaba laughed. “Do you do anything else?”

[yehudia-blog]

He shook his head. "No, not really. It's never occurred to me to do anything else."

[nocturnalrocker-deactivated2013]

Testing something. Reblog if you don't mind doing crossovers RPs

[yehudia-blog]

Hello!

[elphabamelenethropp]

“What do you do for fun?”

[yehudia-blog]

"I bake." He answered, gesturing towards the kitchen.

[drfear-blog]

"Layers"

[yehudia-blog]

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Yehudia

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Style/Color: Blonde

Clothing Style: Whatever he finds

Best Physical Feature: Hands

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: Falling

Your Guilty Pleasure: Strawberries

Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Running out of baking powder

Your Ambition for the Future: To make it to Heaven

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: What century is it?

What You Think About the Most: What new recipes I can try

What You Think About Before Bed: The world in general

You Think Your Best Quality Is: I can make lots of different kinds of baked goods.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Group

To be Loved or Respected: Loved.

Beauty or Brains: Brains

Dogs or Cats: Dogs

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: Not if I can help it.

Believe in Yourself: Yes.

Believe in Love: Yes

Want Someone: No

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: No.

Done Drugs: No

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: No

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Yellow

Favorite Animal: Human

Favorite Movie: The Adventures of Tin Tin 

Favorite Game: Tag

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: I don't know.

How Old Will You Be: Very.

Age You Lost Your Virginity: I haven't.

Does Age Matter: Not really.

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: Patient, loving, caring, capable of understanding

Best Eye Color: Doesn’t matter. 

Best Hair Color: Doesn’t matter either.

Best thing to do With a Partner: Baking!

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: everyone.

I feel: really warm when I cuddle in my blankets.

I hide: dirty dishes in my refrigerator.

I miss: Death.

I wish: that my father would talk to me more.

[bakulusoldblog]

yehudia started following you

[bakulusoldblog]

I’ve never taught anyone before.

[yehudia-blog]

I've never learned anything before.

[bakulusoldblog]

yehudia started following you

[bakulusoldblog]

Experiments… Confidential experiments.

[yehudia-blog]

Oh, okay. I guess that means I'll never know. Oh, hey, can you teach me how to play the fiddle?

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

yehudia started following you...

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

A few minutes passed by as one guard explained to the servant and the servant went to explain to The Countess the arrival of Yehudia. There was a few more moments as The Countess sent for the guard to be brought forth. She would not stand for any more crass guards. While she tolerated their behavior for their abilities were needed, it would not stand if the invited guests thought them to be rude. “It appears you have returned when I am to wear a mask, Yehudia,” she stated, motioning towards her white mask. 

[yehudia-blog]

"How odd...I mean, that you have to wear a mask. May I ask, Countess, why you have to wear one? Not that it's not lovely, of course, but it's rather strange attire, isn't it?" Fearing he'd said too much, Yehudia silenced himself, straightening a bit. The angel crossed his legs, watching her with wide eyes.