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MY THESIS IS DONE Y'ALL
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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!

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@Tlazolteotl Some of my theories are:

1. He never had anyone in his corner ever
2. Feeling overall worthless, unimportant, unworthy and undeserving, etc.
3. Intellectual disability possibly or autism and no one took the time to help him? I could see a case for hard-of-hearing too
@Tlazolteotl I don’t really know how I want Damien to face his issues yet so maybe not him lol


Damien blinked, his awareness starting to tune into his surroundings. So he was in a bar. Was this... Was this another Hell!? Damien groaned. There really was no rest for the wicked.

A bug-like sinner appeared across from him. Probably a sinner, right?
"You brought your own drink. Would you like a different one?" Damien's gaze slowly slid down to the glass in his hand. He was surprised to see the red hue and catch a whiff of alcohol. He had mixed tea, hadn't he? Well, he could probably go for a drink now.

"No, thanks," he said tiredly, taking a sip of his new refreshment. Cranberry margarita. Nice.

Then, "My, my, aren't you an interesting sight? Pray tell, what manner of creature are you?"

Damien turned to his left, noticing the dragon-like creature with no change in expression. "I'm a baphomet," he said flatly. "It's like a 'satyr' or something but I'm all goat." Damien waved an arm in front of himself, gesturing across his legs. This guy sounded like a fancy prick, like some self-entitled goetia or a sinner from an upper-class background. He'd probably be just as irritating as the rest of them. "The fuck are you supposed to be, some kind of kaiju?" He took another sip of his drink, the smallest twinkle of mischief lighting his eyes as he leaned forward against the bar counter.
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Hehe thank you! She is fun to play 😁

@Tlazolteotl Also I will go in and add tags to Damien's post. I intended for him to be with Vici and Aelvira since they're all non-human beings. Or they could all be together πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ
Lost in Translation
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Sirpa kept her sights set on the middle of the room as she moved through the crowd. She felt herself jerk back and turned to see Wesley regaining his footing. She locked eyes with him again and felt a twinge of disappointment upon seeing his confusion. Man, if she had to be incoherent to the others, did she really have to be for him too?

It's okay.

As Wesley stabilized, she felt his pain again. This time, it was clear what the feeling was. Loneliness. That was familiar. She hoped that she was making the right choice. Maybe Silver Blade and Morgan could stop the music, but maybe there was more to be found inside the noise, too.

The wave emotion didn't leave her this time. Sirpa closed her eyes and took a breath. When she felt a gentle squeeze of her hand, she opened them again. It was still Wesley. It felt warm. How was she going to help him if he couldn't understand her at all?

Sirpa pulled him along again, more carefully this time. She willed herself to be sturdy as best she could against the people moving to the beat. It felt stronger here, somehow. Sirpa moved into a small space in the crowd at the center of the room and turned to face Wesley again. It was stuffy and Sirpa fought the feeling of mild suffocation as she squinted her eyes against the strobing lights. The beginnings of overstimulation reached the front of her awareness, and Sirpa redirected her attention to Wesley. His hand was grounding.

After a moment--Please don't make me feel stupid for trying.--she began to dance too, never letting go of Wesley.

@Tlazolteotl Definitely! I wasn’t sure if I should tag people yet before they start interacting lol


Damien was at the edge of the Pride Ring, facing the vast expanse of canyons and nothingness. He couldn't bring himself to go back to his hometown, not for this. What would his mother say?

What would anyone say, honestly?

The rope was tied. His herbs were mixed. It wouldn't hurt. He'd be asleep by the time it happened.

What would Charlie say?

But he couldn't do it anymore, could he? At VinΓ©'s beck and call, he just couldn't do it to her or to anyone else at that silly hotel. Damien smiled weakly. He had promised to help. His new friends were sweet. But he couldn't be a planted bomb anymore, waiting for his "master's" order to bring, well, hell. He hadn't wanted this. He hadn't foreseen this. It was free rent, it was a good cause, it was a tiny hope that maybe a soulless baphomet could be redeemed too?

Damien chuckled. What was he thinking? It was all silly, really.

On his knees, he took in his last moments. He had hoped at this point he would feel at peace, but in reality he didn't feel much of anything. After a few seconds, he was just heavy. His bones ached, like they always did. His head hurt. A bit of pink wax dripped from his candle and fell to the dirt beneath him.

Damien closed his eyes. The goetia demon was hundreds of miles away. He wasn't sure how he could feel it, but he could. He just couldn't take the torture anymore, physical and mental and emotional. He loved his friends. This was how he could keep them safe.

His tea was ready. Damien picked up his cup, claws steady. He took a sip and waited for its effects to begin.

He felt heavier, like his body was giving up before he had the chance to tell it to, and his gaze unfocused past the horizon. He watched as the red sky began to fade...

...into a bar, what the fuck?

Had he done it?




@Stanifly That makes sense!
@Stanifly Oh lol I get that πŸ˜‚

Highkey I’m slightly not sure what’s going on in that group so I’m also waiting to put him in but it looks like everyone is just arriving and settling right now?

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