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2 yrs ago
Current If I fall behind in my RPs, I try to respond in order of longest wait to shortest
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2 yrs ago
Writing again after a week feels great :)
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2 yrs ago
SOrry guys, Im currently ill, and low on energy and brain power
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2 yrs ago
Sorry, if your PM came at a time high in anxiety, its going to be a real fight to get around to it
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2 yrs ago
Give the band Suffer City a listen sometime
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Bio

Im a General Science Major, 23 years old. 24 year old going for a welding certificate at my local community college. I graduated :)

My dreams include making a difference in the world, creating an eden like food forest, and being a mom.

My most official website is: crawkid.wordpress.com

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RP INFO

Ok, here's the thing. I'm tired of scouring the interest checks for just the right partner. So I figured I'm gunna add a little plug in here for all to see!

I am collecting rp buddies because I wanna have myself a craving, and be able to feed said craving (without driving my boyfriend nuts). Its faster to have a group of friends at hand that I can brainstorm with, then edit my interest check and wait....possibly lose my craving and move onto something else.

So here are some things you need to know about me!

Common genres: adventure, modern fantasy, classic fantasy, dark fantasy, soulmate stuffs, romance
Things I don't really like to play: zombie apocolypse, slice of life, canon fandom stuff, pokemon?

Zombie: I just find it...repetitious and without a real goal?

Slice of life: I don't want to roleplay vanilla human lives. I have one of my own, and rp is my escape from that.

Canon fandom: lots of times, I have no idea what Im doing XD

Pokemon: Well...I like pokemon (up to a point) but...I always wonder about the mechanics. I dont want to pay attention to stats, and I dont want to focus on 'catching them all'

I do MxM and MxF. I would do FxF if it was alluring to me, but its not.

Now that that's out of the way, the sticking parts:

I would prefer RPing here in threads, or switching to discord, where I am much more accessable. I dont know if you've seen my profile, but i have a terrible habit of drifting off for long periods.

I will NOT guarantee a post a day, every 2 days, every week, or hell even every month. I will post what I can, and when I can. I'm 25 years old and damn it, I got adulting to do! Sometimes, I don't even do my duty to tell you if I'm going to disappear. Why? because something came up, I'm in a slump that lasts longer than I think it is, or I found something shiny and new and just have my head stuck in the computer. ADHD. ANd ADHD is why I say that my partners here should get ahold of me on discord, i am also crawkid there too.

Days fly by for me.

I need someone who is patient and understanding of this nature of mine, while still looking forward to rping with me. (I do try!)

If you're still here after all that, congrats, you're a rare breed.

I know I said that I will post what I can and when I can...but I do tend to give each post a good amount of thought. Still, if you find that my posts are getting smaller and smaller, don't be afraid to talk to me about it.

Also, I like rp partners who get excited about brainstorming, and who want to try new flavors and pairings. I want YOUR thoughts, and I LOVE it when we're in the middle of an rp and suddenly you decide this side character that was you main's uncle gets bitten by the vampire queen and...I dunno...but its sudden and interesting! AND you can bet I'll want to shove my own sudden and interesting plot twists in there too! (but of course one that'll make sense) This...makes it feel alive, and I love it so so much. :3

I just don't want to be forced to come up with every detail, plan everything out, beg you for ideas, and then have you flake out because its all 'my rp' and you lost interest in it 3 days in. Had it happen. If you're that person, sorry, that's boring. I don't WANT responsibility for everything. If I did, I'd be writing a book, not seeking a cooperative narrative with a stranger that might be on the other side of the planet.

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Still feeling somewhat self-concious, she attempted to set aside the thought. What he said had made sense, dresses were never all that good for excessive movements. With a nod of determination, she set her thoughts more on her talk with the man named marl. It was probably in reality just a small, meaningless question..especially since he was leaving and she was unsure when she would see him again...but it felt important to her that she ask it. And, as someone who has no real memories of her past 300 years..she had long decided it was best to go with what she felt like doing. To lead with her heart instead of her head. because honestly- it seemed like her heart was the only thing in her that knew what was going on.

"Yes. I am ready...for whatever it is that we shall be doing." she said, walking towards him and the door. "and I do want to stop by Marl's room."
She blinked at him, nodding. "Yes. I would think it would be good to teach me. Perhaps i will remember some of it too."

She looked over at the door as he did, ntoing his tenseness and feeling a slight feeling of protectiveness over him. But the footsteps fell away and they were once again relaxed. "Did you suppose it was marl? I would really like it if you were correct, and he did come to say his farewells." she kissed his cheek and stood up, grabbing some clothes of her own. She needed to be proper. They wren't married or anything, and soon she would want to talk to the older man. "My question still stands to be asked."

She looked a little more sporty today, and she put her curls in a ponytail again. Looking over herself, mildly amused and concerned. "still...are you certain that it is acceptable to be wearing men's garments like this?"
She would have asked what a laptop was but she found that what they were doing, where they were going, and Connor's haggered appearance meant more to her than whatever it was.

She plain out hugged him when he finally came to sit with her and seemed to be staying that way, "I am sorry...I feel like it will get dangerous now...and I should have my memory so that I can help...but..." she trailed off looking down, but still hugging onto him. She listened to his heartbeat, not hungry enough to e overtaken by her thirst because of it. She found herself surprised that she wasn't more hungry, actually, but didn't voice it.
She nodded, sipping her blood again. "Yes..that is the year that I remember." she also kept her voice quiet. But she smiled slightly, nodding as he mentioned her knowing about the thing he called a microwave. "Yes...I have no idea what it is or how it works...but i know to put blood in it and push certain areas to make it warm. I also feel like i should be reading this strange book, though I have no idea what the written words mean. Just like i feel...as if we should be going somewhere soon.." She was still using her accent, not remembering all the teaching she went through to get rid of it.

She looked at him, appearing concerned. "You look unwell."
Elizabeth hadn't wanted to let her comfortable giant hug-and-suck toy go...but seeing as she was asleep, she was pretty easy to get away from. Once he left the bed, she rolled into his spot, where it was warm-and,coupling that with the comfy bed and blankets, she appeared to be quite content when he next looked to her. Her dreams, while being fairly heavy on the vampire theme, weren't entirely unpleasant-unlike his had been. Probably because he was involved.

Sometime later, she arose out of the bed and -appearing half alseep, went about her business as if she never regressed. She went to the fridge, picked up a blood packet, heated it up in her cup and stirred it gently before grabbing the notebook with his internet/computer notes in it and silently reading it, sipping her blood.
She contemplated the date for a moment...or more like..she contempated his physique, only briefly taking note of the date. "More than 300 then.."she said quietly, shyly touching her toned chest and abdomen areas. "...1695..."

A little more touching before settling down more. When she was on the verge of falling completely to sleep, something came up that she had to tell him then or risk forgetting.
"Connor...Marl says the werewolf girl is fine.." she sighed sleepily and happily. She wasn't sure why, but knowing that the said person was alright made her feel like there was less to be guilty about. Right after that though, she was gone into sleep, and she started breathing as was normal for her during sleep.

When connor awakes, he may find her clinging onto him, with her mouth on his shoulder. She hadn't bit him...but she probably had been sucking on him like a human pacifier.
Elizabeth decided that she would not wash that night, but perhaps later. This was later reinforced by Connor offering to show her. he also seemed willing to let her read and educate herself on what she's missed (rather, didn't remember) and this excited her.

She gladly slipped out of her jacket for im, watching with awe as he pulled weapons out of it. She must have gotten an interesting set of skills, she thought. Maybe it was needed for her to protect herself. But..yea...she wasn't human. and there were people out there that would kill her. It made sense now that she thought about it.She would have to be able to take care of herself. Obviously she had gotten good at it, to live as long as she had.

She almost squeaked in all her shyness when he made it obvious that they were actually going to use the same bed. She nodded, but quickly excused herself to the bathroom, changing into what appeared to be comfortable sleepwear. And she let her now curly hair out of its ponytail. Playing with it slightly, she came out and looked at him a bit before walking over and slipping under the covers with him. She was quite pleased, and vocalized it even, at how nice the bed was. It even prompted her to ease herself down a little to cuddle a bit with him.

"mmm~ what year is it?" she asked quietly, listening to his heartbeat.
She looked at him, seeming mildly confused and then at the open bathroom. "Washing is acceptable?" she asked, but then looked kind of curious,"Did I wash recently? 'Tis not good to wash too often..at least...that what how it was. Have you vanquished the diseases from the water?"

She looked down at her hands, the unbandaged and cleaned one was somewhat dirty from being on the ground. She idly wiped that on a bit of her clothes.

If there were such things as cars and acceptable, disease free bathing in this future, she decided that she would learn more about this wonderful time. Besides, there might be some wonderful memories to be discovered over 300 years...and...about this caring young man whom loved her...and who made her feel good to be around.

(I feel bad for Connor for having to find this out about Elizabeth XP)
She blinked, once again confused. How can they change hair color? Was it really easier than cutting it? Why did she feel like it was important that he changed how he looked? Absentmindedly, one of her hands went up to touch her hair, and she found that it felt curly. She had changed her hair from its natural state too...but why?

She decided to shrug it off...Connor seemed happy. But then, she felt like he loved her...so it must have hurt him badly when she didn't recognize him. She blinked as he offered to relay the question and she smiled, shaking her head slowly. "No...it is the kind of question one asks in person." she told him, and left it at that. Her eyes traveled to the bed, feeling her tiredness take a grasp of her now that it was mentioned.

"May I rest with you? or would that be unwise?" she asked him, looking into his face again, feeling a bit more familiar with it.
She nodded, almost to herself, "Okay...so that is your name..."

She watched him stand up and take her hands, soon becoming sucked into his eyes, and finding it hard to maintain her previous train of thought. "I wanted...to um...ask him...a..a..question" She said quietly, still being caught in his eyes. She stepped closer to him, finding that she desperately anted to just kiss him...but then his hair fell into his eyes and she blinked before smiling a little more familiarly and with love as she reached up with a sigh and brushed his hair away, "I'm glad you didn't end up cutting that.."
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