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1 mo ago
Life has been super hectic since I got back from vacation. I'll respond to posts and PMs as soon as I can!
1 mo ago
On vacation until June 11. I’ll reply to all RPs and PMs as soon as I can when I get back!
2 mos ago
Busy time of year. I'll get to posts and PMs as soon as I can. Thx for your patience!
2 mos ago
MY THESIS IS DONE Y'ALL
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3 mos ago
In the final push for my thesis 🫩 πŸŽ‰
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Hi! I'm Silver. I'm a 28-year-old woman in CA with more than a touch of the 'tism and I've been doing RP-by-post since I was 12 and heavily into Warrior Cats (lol). I've taken a few years of a break for undergrad and grad school and I'm happy to be jumping back in again! I enjoy writing fantasy, mild psychological horror, angst, action, and sometimes romance. Fandoms I enjoy RPing are Hellaverse, Undertale, TADC, and Harry Potter. I typically play OCs only.

Other than that, I have two cats (really one but the other is my boyfriend's cat) and a snake! I am a music therapist and a university lecturer as well.

I tend to post at least once a day in my RPs, but sometimes more frequently. However, I don't mind needing to wait a few days for a post! I just get excited to write 😁

I’m here from Warrior Cats RPG/Feral Front. DM me if you think we played together over there!

Most Recent Posts

@Stanifly omg I’m so sorry 😭 I will have Sirpa interact more lol I promise!

And thanks! He is my Hellaverse OC and I love him very much πŸ₯° I’ll drop him in later today!
drive.google.com/file/d/1nHL4Ft9jpIQG…
I can't get the mfing image to work so there ya go

Damien

"to subdue"

M, 32

Origin:
Sloth Ring, Hell

Physical Features:
4'2"
blue-grey eyes
reddish-pink hair with black ends
wears a loose-fitting robe and black boots

Other:
wants to be an herbalist, but works as a personal assistant
smells like lavender
has limited magic including the ability to calm those around him, simple telekinesis, and the ability to make a small flame with his hands

Intended Arc:
Damien’s catharsis visit is to reignite his will to live. Includes themes of SI that may be triggering to some RPers.


@Tlazolteotl Lol I can wait for your post!
@StaniflyThanks! 😁

My assumption was that only Wesley understands Sirpa now! Apart from the Keeper
My muse is returning now that I’m free from my professor duties 😈

I have a character in mind that I want to bring in but he has very clear themes of wanting to die so I wanted to check in first and see if that would be triggering for anyone bc if so, I will bring in a different character who does not have that going on lol


”U-um, uh…” Sirpa’s voice trembled. She looked from Silver Blade to Morgan and back again. β€œIs the door asking you about going astray?” Was Silver Blade talking to her like that on purpose? Was she mocking her? Or trying to break through the barrier? β€œWhy-…”

At Westbound’s alarmed response, Sirpa felt a wave of panic seize her chest. It’s not a stroke it’s not a stroke it’s not a stroke I promise it’s not-

And then the employee was back. Come to drop the bomb that she did in fact poison their drinks? But then she spoke, and Sirpa listened.

And what she said did nothing to quell her building anxiety.

For a brief moment, she wondered whether she did still want to make it home. The woman’s words looped in Sirpa’s brain. β€œTo let someone else’s Catharsis bleed into you that easily.” The woman wasn’t wrong. She could feel it now, the beginning of Westbound’s pain. Something throbbing. Did the other people here feel it too? Were they even real? It felt…good, like how a massage could be painful yet pleasurable. Sirpa sat there with the feeling for a moment before quickly shutting it away. She knew it wouldn’t feel good for long.

Knowing that she was holding onto the wrong part of the employee’s message, Sirpa dropped her gaze to the table in front of her. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glance of Westbound’s notebook. But to her surprise, it was not gibberish. She turned her head to get a real look.

β€œWesley,” she said, still looking at his handwriting on the paper. Her voice was quiet and unsteady as she continued. β€œThat makes more sense and honestly is what I thought might have actually been your name.” She looked up at him now and made eye contact.

The swirl of music and lights and people began to blend into one auditory experience rather than a million little stimulants.

Thump. Thump.

The music moved with her breath and simultaneously stabilized and placated her. Wesley’s pain hit her again and she let it drag for a few seconds before shaking it off. She couldn’t tell if this time was easier or more difficult. But all the sounds were clear and organized and meaningful.

Sirpa stood and reached for Wesley’s wrist. β€œI think I know what to do,” she said, preparing to pull him from his seat toward the throng of dancing people. She wasn’t sure if she could stop the music. She also wasn’t sure if she wanted to right now. But it felt right to get into the heart of everything.


@Stanifly Lol maybe I will once I’m all done with grading from finals!
@Stanifly OOo! A new character! Nice! Oh speaking of which, everyone else (@BaronOBeefDip@silver21@Auragreedia
@CyclingTortoise), please feel free to make more characters if you like!


I plan to bring in a character from another RP after I'm done with Sirpa, but I can bring him in earlier if that would be helpful! If you need more characters for interactions


Sirpa's smile fell ever so slightly as she read Westbound's(?) writing, unable to stop herself from facepalming at his introduction. This was going to be a lot more difficult than she thought.

As the others spoke, she thought to herself about their predicament. She took another sip of her drink, a less tentative one now that she could see it wouldn't fatally poison her. It was all just a little overwhelming, actually. The overstimulation from the lights and noise was still at bay, but she hated the feeling of a puzzle she couldn't solve. It was like an annoying itch she couldn't scratch deep within her skin, the kind that makes you wriggle around in your seat.

Sirpa allowed herself a little wiggle.

Then, Silver Blade's question recaptured Sirpa's attention. A little harsh, she thought. This poor man was just troubled and didn't seem to know his way. Weren't they all in a similar situation? She turned back to Westbound and asked, "You've been here for a while, haven't you? Or, maybe? Do you think you could find or locate the dish rack?"

What the fuck?

"Dish rack."

Am I having a stroke?

"I measured to ask if you had served the Dawn soap."

Oh my god, it's a stroke.

No. Sirpa quickly ran through the FAST acronym in her head, as she had done countless times before. No, not a stroke.

Then, it clicked. Sirpa slowly eyed her drink. It seemed brighter now, calling to her for another sip. She felt parched as she stared. But her anxiety was stronger and she pushed the drink away, then sat back and folded her arms. No more of that.


@Stanifly @silver21 @Auragreedia For this one, I'll leave it up to you if you want the drinks to have some kind of effect on your characters. So yes, it's open to your interpretation 😁


I was just thinkingβ€”β€”are the drinks helpful? Like would they stabilize the drinker a bit? Or are they more related to the catharsis they’re in, like the drinker shares more of the guy’s experience? My initial thought is that it’s the latter but I wanted to see what you had in mind. Like ik you said it’s up to us what the drinks do but I also don’t want to mess up the plot lol

I will post tomorrow. We’re making our way through finals week and I’ve got so much grading to do πŸ’€
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