BubblegumQueen

Let's Make Magic Together!

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(A happy, feels good to be back bump ^.^)

Let's Make Magic Together!

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Let's Make Magic Together!

Bump!

(Also, fuck. Haven't done THAT in a while. Feels good to be back though)

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞

Here! And I'm leaning towards C.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞

Loraine “Lori” Donald

Ugh, I should've just made an excuse. 'Ah, sorry! I got called in unexpectedly to work. There was an emergency I just had to look into. Maybe some other time? Lori would give a truly apologetic smile and then speed-walk to her car to just escape the entire thing. Lori was never really the most social of people, preferring to be working or with her own family. Sure, she is a pretty nice person, she likes to think. But, her friends could be biased in their description of her so... she couldn't be quite sure on that.

Tugging lightly on the dark green fabric of her dress, she fretted about her appearance. This whole little 'get together' was all about introducing her family and another to the rest of the community. She needed to make at least somewhat of a good impression. Of course, her lips quirked up into a small smirk as she absently played with her hair, I'll mostly be working throughout the workweek so I would at least have an excuse for not making it for tea or for not making it to bookclub or... whatever it is a 'community' does.

Turning from the wall mirror where she'd been putting off going outside, she grabbed onto the wrapped plate. As apparently bringing food is an unspoken requirement, she decided to make a cake. A caramel cake because... well... you can't go wrong with cake. And it'll look like she at least put in some sort of effort. Better than bringing a salad like she was originally going to, at least.

Taking a deep breath, Lori calmed her nerves and shoved aside any frustrations she has about this. At least my family will suffer with me. And with that calming thought, she stepped outside the house, a small smile on her face that would seem natural to really everyone but her family. Approaching the main area, she looked around idly, mentally taking note of all of the unfamiliar faces. But, she did smile a bit more genuinely when she was Dane and Julia, happy to have them in her sight. Even if Dane seemed a bit uncomfortable. Like mother, like son, she figured, reaching the food table and placing her cake in an empty spot.

Well, Lori thought, looking around at the other adults and kids, I can just think of this like... a business conference. I need to smile, be charming, and make a good impression. With the comparison in her mind, she felt herself relax a little, facial features softening even if her eyes had a sharper glint to them.

Now... where to start.

The Return of Salem

Just wanna announce here to everyone, as I've already talked to the GM, I'm going to be leaving this group rp. I just have some personal stuff going on and it's hard to juggle 2 group rps and 2 private ones on top SO I'm unfortunately going to have to depart from this. It's been really fun guys and I wish you all the best! I'll be watching from the outside ~

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞

Loraine “Lori” Donald

Loraine “Lori” Donald

44. Female. Bisexual. Married. 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝.

"Kill them with success. Bury them with a smile."

A Brilliant Mind and Caring Soul...

Loraine, or Lori as she's so often called, is intelligent. That's the word many an acquaintance or passerby would use to describe her like, “Oh yeah, Loraine. Smartest chick to ever graduate Uni.” Graduating highschool with a full scholarship to really any school she wanted. Could you blame them? Of course, Lori's actual friends and family have something different. They would call her 'Witty'. They would call her 'Kind'. They would refer to her as a 'Hard-ass' even. They would even call her 'Tough' or 'Rough on the Outside' but with a heart of gold underneath all the stone.

Lori likes to refer to herself as resourceful. She isn't the kind of girl who likes to waste time and energy on something that won't help her goals. In college, while most people were at parties drinking the night away, she was in her dorm studying her ass of and doing her assignments. Not to say that she wouldn't go out on a weekend to have a drink with some friends but... she kept her priorities in order. And to show for her efforts, she graduated from university with a Masters in Architecture. She could remember how proud her parents were, taking a million pictures and screaming about how they knew their baby girl was going to graduate and be... better. She still refuses to admit to them how much their words stuck with her through the years.

And as life went on and she gained experience in her career, married this amazing man that she loves dearly (Even if he drives her up the walls sometimes.), and even had her children along the way, she remained driven. Of course, she couldn't go full force in her career as she wanted with children and work to be done there. But, when her husband suffered an incident leaving him on stay-at-home dad duty, she got her chance to put her skills to the test and become something better. Of course, she loves her kids and would do anything for them... but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't excited to get out of the house and do... something. You could call her a workaholic and maybe you're right. But, if being a workaholic means she can take care of her family, then so be it. Although, it's not like she doesn't have ANY fun!

She enjoys a multitude of things ranging from yoga to reading to writing to hanging out with friends to... well, those are the main things. And saying that she enjoys spending time with her children seems a little bit sad. And saying she enjoys spending time with her husband would only serve to make him never stop teasing her about it. So, we'll say that's it for now. She enjoys cooking, though. And cleaning... partly because she's a neat freak. Although, she does hate washing dishes but that's what a husband and children are for. She does, actually, dislike meeting new people despite her somewhat charismatic nature. She can be a little untrusting, perhaps with good reason. She can also serve as the voice of reason, keeping this in order and in proper condition. Sure, you could call her stern and you wouldn't be wrong. But, is that really a bad thing?

Trembling Hands and Sleepless Nights...

Lori has always had a bit of an... alcohol problem. It's gotten better over the years and she has done a great job at limiting herself and keeping herself in check. You probably wouldn't have expected that considering her adverse to partying and distaste of losing control. But, with being a workaholic, stress is pretty much able to follow right after. So, she used to turn to a glass of wine or two or three... or perhaps a bottle, during those nights she needed to get some rest and stop obsessing over how she did on an exam. Of course, once children came into the picture, she wanted to set a good example and all. Admittedly, once she got back into the full-swing of her career and her husband remained at home with the kids, she did have times where she needed a glass of wine to calm her nerves. But, it still a vast improvement.

She has been called a worrywart, with her constant worrying and rather overprotective nature when it came to her children. She'd always been scared of losing her children, always. When she was pregnant with her first child, she used to lay awake at night with her hand on her stomach, worrying about what the world could do to her baby. However, it's thanks to her nature that she's saved her children a lot of needless pain and bruises, something that some parents would disagree with her about. But, considering it's her children and not there's, she has no problem kindly telling them to fuck off.

She also has this irrational fear of disappointment. She hates the idea of disappointing those important to her. When she was younger, it was her parents and it turned into her colleagues as she got older. Considering how much she was praised as a child, she grew up with these high expectations of herself, almost too high. She never wanted to be below her potential, she always wanted to exceed every expectation given to her (Even if they existed or not). It led to her being a very close-knit person and very guarded, always putting on this front of perfection that she only began to slip from once she met her husband. And although she's gotten better, there's still this part of her deep inside that craves the approval and attention.

Aaron Donald • Husband

"Aaron is... Aaron. Honestly, if you'd told the younger version of me that I'd end up dating the man, I would've laughed at you. So, to explain how this exactly happened would be useless endeavor. However, despite his somewhat immature nature and his god awful jokes... he makes me happy. Through all the face palms and groans, I'm happy. He's a great man, a fantastic father and I trust him completely. What more could I ask for, really?"

Dane Donald • Eldest Son

"I am well aware that Dane is a grown man who can make his own decisions, I really am. But... but he's my first born, my first baby. And as he's grown older I've seen him become a real... person. Am I always happy with his choices? Of course not. But, as his mother I will always support him. And I can indeed tell that he takes up after me more than his father... which is very pleasing to the more competitive side of myself, admittedly. I just hope that he doesn't take up after me too much."

Mariah Donald • Eldest Daughter

"I love Mariah, truly. I love all my children. However, Mariah has always been closer with her father than with me which - which I personally have no problem with! I'm glad that he's about to have someone to connect with over hockey as I know it destroyed him to have to retire. She and I just... don't have much in common, so to speak? We still talk and there is a comfort there but... but I'm just worried that I don't know as much about her as I should."

Jessie Donald • Youngest Son

"Jessie, my precious baby boy. Yes, I know he is 16 but he's my kid. He'll always be my baby. He is such a sweet boy, innocent, sometimes to a fault. It is due to his innocence that I do find myself very protective of him. With my older children, I can reasonably trust them to protect themselves, as with even Julia. But, Jessie? He always wants to believe the best of people and... I just can't find it in me to dispel him of his dreams. I can only do my best to help him when I can."

Julia Donald • Youngest Daughter

“Oh, Julia. My sweet angel, my youngest. She's truly a blessing to a parent. Kind, sweet, and doesn't cause much trouble. Apart from the usual shenanigans a 9 year old would get into. She's a breath of fresh air, even. When I'm stressed, I just have a talk with her and I leave the conversation feeling... content. She is a little easily frightened but she's a child. Who can fault her for such a thing?”

Let's Make Magic Together!

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Ivory

Nicknames: Ivory, Ivy, V
24 - Female - Bisexual - White - Elizabeth Gillies - Forest Green



783,491 Subscribers - Poison Ivy


Ivory can be a bit intimidating (Or kinky if that’s your thing.) She has pale skin, kind of a given when you spend most of your time playing video games. She has her signature black hair with the tips/bottom portion usually dyed a colorful color. From purple to red to orange to blue, but mostly green. Hence her YT handle. She has blue-green eyes framed by decently long lashes and strong angular brows. Her overall facial structure is pretty soft, a bit of a contrast to the rest of her.

She is 5’7, with a slim figure and light curves. Her style is typically described as alternative. Not emo or goth, alternative. With henley shirts, high-waisted black skirts, and combat boots being a part of her regular wardrobe. She never wears bright colors, instead going for a more neutral or muted palette with dark greens, dark red, and blacks.

She has a nose ring on her left nostril, and an eyebrow piercing on her left eyebrow. She has a small infinity symbol tattoo on her right inner wrist.


Habits//Quirks//Oddities:
She has this nasty habit of biting her nails and lips when around a lot of people, a habit she's had since was young. The only way to really tell that she's uncomfortable. She is also allergic to blueberries, and I mean, like, needs to get rushed to the emergency room and might die, allergic. Also, on a less serious note, when lying, she starts cracking her fingers or playing with them.

Hobbies:
- Playing Video Games
- Reading
- Yoga
- Photography
- Singing/Karaoke (If you tell anyone, she’ll kill you)
- Anything Involving Wine
Likes:
- Video Games
- Food
- Alcohol
- Books
- Horror Movies
- Football (Didn’t expect that, did ya?)
Dislikes:
- Sweets
- Chick Flick Movies
- Actual Exercise
- Really Preppy People
- Dumb People



Intelligent- Confident - Stubborn - Prideful - Competitive - Sarcastic - Blunt

Ivory is... an interesting character. When you think of a YouTuber, specifically those that vlog, you think of loud and very energetic personalities. However, that is 100% not Ivory. She is a very laid-back person usually, pretty uncaring seeming and overall... cool. When playing video games, she usually makes little side comments and jokes, talking with the audience as if they’re sitting right next to her, like a friend. Although, when she rages, it is a sight to behold~

She is a very intelligent person, explaining concepts of a game to viewers and throws little jabs at other creators and other people in good fun, proving that she isn’t afraid to speak her mind and give her opinions. If anything, the video game takes a back seat to random rambles about everything from politics to changes on the YouTube platform.

This proves that she is a very interesting individual who many are interested in. She just isn’t really content around other people, only feeling relaxed when speaking to thousands of people through a camera.

History:
Ivory grew up in New Jersey, to a loving father and doting mother. Her father was the typical man’s man. Almost 7 feet tall with biceps the size of her head, it was almost comedic seeing her 5’1 mother standing beside him. But, all jokes aside, she was raised as an only child by the couple and lived a rather nice life. No tragic backstory or anything like that.

In school, she was the typical quiet girl in the corner, head either stuffed in a book or on her DS when she should’ve been listening to her teacher. It wasn’t until she was 16 that she started YouTube, first just doing reviews of video games and rambling on about them, expecting no one to watch. But, by the time she was 18, she had a shitty tripod set up in her bedroom and some even crappier recording software for her computer to record her screen and was making gameplay videos. Even though she didn’t have the best quality mike or the best 720 p footage, her blunt honesty and sarcasm made her a breath of fresh air in the gaming community that was saturated with big personalities.

And Ivory was actually happy for once. All throughout her school years, she’d been depressed. Not because she was bullied or had a bad home life or anything, she even had a couple of really good friends (Friends she would even collaborate with on videos) that she could count on. It was just how she was for as long as she could remember. And she found herself actually feeling truly happy when she was tucked away in her room talking to a camera and joking about the glitches in a beta test of a game.

Barely managing to graduate (Due to lack of interest, if anything.), Ivory announced to her parents that she wasn’t going to college and was going to do YouTube full time. And even though her parents tried to be supportive, she could tell that her mother was a bit disappointed and that her father was worried. But, she couldn’t let this go. She felt... something, while on YouTube. And she didn’t think she could go without it.

So, when she was 21, that was when her channel really took off. After doing a review for a small little indie title that went viral, the rush of subscribers and views suddenly thrust her into the limelight. And, 3 years later, she’s still not used to being recognized in public, even though, compared to other channels, she’s really not all that big. But, a loyal fanbase can get you far, as well as having good content that Ivory does her best to switch up so that it doesn't get boring. With her normal gaming videos, she also adds in weekly vlogs (Basically she’ll vlog throughout a week and then edit it all together to post a big compilation video. Good watch time.) and the odd discussion over important topics in both the gaming community and YouTube as a whole.

When she got the invitation to come on this cruise, she was pretty much instantly going to say no. BUT, after putting up a poll on her Instagram story, she unfortunately was told to go by a vast majority. Kicking herself in the leg for even asking and therefore being basically contract-bound to go, she called in her ‘okay, I’ll be there’. She’s not expecting much out of this BUT, she admits that she’s always wanted to go on a cruise.

The Return of Salem

Natalia

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

Ri -

“Mother, was expecting you an hour ago. Unless the Richards got into another argument?” Her tone was nonchalant, almost distracted as her light eyes remained narrowed in concentration.

“Natalia, have you made it to Salem?” Her mother ignored her last jab, remaining firm and on topic.

Pale lips quirked up.

“Made it yesterday morning, on schedule. The house is lovely, by the way.”

Her mother’s tone was noticeably more clipped. “And am I correct in assuming that you haven’t contacted Corwin yet?”

A pause.

“No, I haven’t spoken to Chris yet.” Natalia responded firmly, eyes narrowing even more as her brush carefully moved along the canvas.

Her mother let out an exhausted sigh. And if it was a younger Natalia, perhaps she would’ve asked what was wrong or would’ve at least stopped testing the woman. But, that’s not really her style these days.

“You’re painting, aren’t you?”

“It calms me.” Natalie stated simply, pushing away from the painting to look at it from a farther distance, head tilting a little in contemplation.

“Just get started.” Her mother retorted sharply, hanging up without a goodbye.

“Love you too.” Natalia muttered, only half paying attention, removing her phone from her ear as she studied her painting.

A small sigh escaping her, pale blue eyes drifted closed as Natalia slowly rolled her shoulders, stretching in place after being hunched over for nearly an hour. Finally looking at her phone, she took only a brief glance at the time before finally nodding to herself.

Guess it’s time, huh?

Long fingers quickly and deftly un-buttoned the oversized paint-splatter shirt she was wearing, revealing a surprisingly clean and normal outfit underneath. Carefully folding up the shirt, she set it down on her stool before leaving the room, with only a quick glance around the room as she did so.

Silently closing the door, she proceeded to hum under her breath as she wandered around her small one-story house, tidying up a little before eventually grabbing her purse from it’s place near the door, throwing it over her arm as she looked around once more.

Every room in her house was done deliberately, designed to be warm and inviting.

Nodding once, she slipped out of the front door, leaving quietly, like with everything.

I N T E R L U D E

“Come on kid, you can do better than that.”

A younger Natalia was bent over, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. A somewhat stern looking man with crossed arms stared down at her, eyebrow raised expectantly.

After a moment, Natalia looked up at him with darkened eyes, glaring all the while. Seeing this, the older man nodded, seemingly pleased.

“There we go. Actual emotion. Real emotion. None of that bullshit you use on your folks and the rest of the world.”

Natalia stood up straight, body tense as he took a few steps closer, staring down at her while she glared up at him. Lips curling up into a smirk, he tugged on her ponytail once, Natalia not flinching away, staring him down.

Chuckling, he bent down, hands on his knees in a mockery of her earlier position. Being a very tall man, this put them eye to eye.

“That. That right there. That spark. That fire inside you. I can see it. You’re not some little kid living off of mommy and daddy’s money, you’re in the game. Have you gone on your first hunt yet? Have you killed one?”

Her eyes narrowed a little and he hummed in surprise.

“You have killed one? Or...” He trailed off, a brief look of realization flashing on his face before he stood up straight and took a few steps back, eyeing her closer now. Natalia raised an eyebrow, not even pretending anymore, head tilting.

“Oh, you haven’t just killed one.” He deduced, crossing his large arms, an unreadable expression on his face. “You know what it feels like to have blood on your hands alright. But, you’ve done more than that. You cut the son of a bitch open, didn’t you? Cut him open to see what made him tick?”

Natalia stared back expressionless, face having smoothed out as he went on. But, the look in her eye silently asked him, ‘And what are you gonna do about that?’

Looking at her in a different light, the man nodded, scratching at his stubble, looking away for a moment.

It was silent for a few moments.

“Alright, let’s go again.”

Natalia’s blank expression broke a bit, genuine surprise appearing.

“You aren’t gonna tell them?”

He chuckled again, shaking his head. “No point. I know your folks, have known them for years. Killing is one thing, but you? You’re something else. Something they aren’t ready to deal with. And when they do find out... well, I don’t think they’ll take it so well.” As he spoke, Natalia stared at him with a glint in her eyes, something like... respect.

Natalia didn’t say ‘Thank you’ and she never would. She simply bobbed her head in thanks, clenching and unclenching her fists.

Moment over, Christopher Corwin straightened, arms by his side as he hardened once more.

“Now, let’s go again. And don’t do that shit you do for your parents. It may look good for them but I know you can do better. Show me.”

Eyebrow arching at the challenge, Natalia’s lips quirked up into a smirk, eyes darkening in delight. They both moved into position, the distance between them seeming not so far.

“Now!”

Blinking quickly to snap herself out of her own memories, Natalia glanced around the familiar environment, having been walking in the right direction. Shaking her head to remind herself to focus, Natalia kept walking, her surroundings become more and more memorable as she did so.

And her good memory paid off as she arrived at a nice little house. Then again, I’m rather biased, she thought dryly, lips quirking up a tiny amount.

As she approached, she noticed a girl opening the garage. Head tilting, she briefly toyed with the idea of this being June. But, it was gone before it even partially formed. Is this...?

She’d seen Mary once the last time she was Christopher all those years ago. A small little thing with big eyes, ‘Little Mary’ Natalia would call her, just to see her puff up at the name. Natalia had never really liked kids but had always found her to be pretty decent apart from the whining she used to do. Natalia imagined the girl had grown out of that. Some idle curiosity at seeing the girl again caused her to open her mouth, speaking up to be heard.

“Little Mary?”