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2 yrs ago
Current Does this mean we can call you abmin now?
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2 yrs ago
300 word minimum is pretty standard for casual level and up in my experience
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2 yrs ago
Just discovered Dog TV. My pitbull and I have a new shared hobby.
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3 yrs ago
Barbenheimer 2023
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3 yrs ago
There's a panhandler who hangs out on the street corner by our dispensary every afternoon with a sign that just says "Green 4 Green?" and tbh, I respect my boy's confidence.
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Name: Taylor
Pronouns: They/them
Age: Mid 20s
Relationship: Married (happily, I might add)
Time Zone: Arizona (we hate daylight savings, so it's MST year-round)
Writing History: I've been on a number of different roleplaying websites for over a decade and a half
Hobbies: Writing, fitness, driving/exploring, hiking, camping, traveling, tabletop games, anything NEW (I love trying things I've never done before)
Roleplayer Profile

Format: 1x1s only. Maybe I'll try a group RP again someday, but I've never had one last longer than a few months
Posting Speed: Depending on my schedule, I can usually post at least once per week
Favorite Genres: Modern, Historical, Romance, Action/Adventure, Horror/Dark, Fantasy, Slice of Life, Dystopian, can be convinced to write some Sci-Fi
Hard 'no's: Fandoms. Sorry, but I can't maintain interest in characters/worlds I didn't build with my partner
Template: Public threads or PMs. I prefer to keep all my RPs in one place, so no emails or G-docs or the like
Rating: Comfortable with 18+ content, but it's not a necessity and I prefer not to center a plot around explicit scenes
Level: Advanced. Will consistently provide around 400-700 words per post, but can occasionally leap to 2000+
Character preference: One main character, but large side casts are greatly enjoyed. Because I write long posts, I prefer not to double
Gender preference: Male. You'll be hard pressed to convince me to play a female that isn't a background character. It's just not my forte
Romantic Relationships: MxF or MxM (currently prefer MxM)
Character Images: Faceclaims or detailed descriptions only. I envision the characters like real people in my mind, so I can't take anime seriously
OOC chat: Yes please! I'm a total extrovert who loves to get to know the amazing minds behind my partners' characters

Most Recent Posts

Yay! We leave for my parents' house on the 26th (we live 2 hours away from the airport, so they're letting us spend the night) and we get back on Aug 5 ^^
I'm planning to bring my laptop, so if I have any down time I can write a little bit.
Ironically, I'm gonna have the most time July 31-Aug 5 because we're just staying at a bed and breakfast in St. Augustine x3
Coolio. I have no idea what else I've got going on, since it's usually planned last minute xD

When do you leave for Hawaii? I'm got my honeymoon coming up, but that's not until July 27.
I'm not sure if we'll overlap, or be opposite again, haha

Also, I'm really enjoying the whole bromance that's starting between Crow and Hartley
Crow watched the interaction between Hartley and his father with interest. The boy mentioned something about losing an apprenticeship. He wondered if that was what he had been talking about the day before when he had mentioned he had a reputation as a screw up. The thief felt an unexpected pang of empathy for the kid. While he had learned from a young age not to care about the opinions of others, it was still tough to live in a world where nobody approved of his lifestyle. He was sure there had been many people in his own life who had believed he was a ‘screw up’ too. For Hartley to have heard such a thing from his own father must have been world shattering.

As Hartley turned to walk away from his father, Crow followed after him without hesitation. If he had been in that situation, he would have done the same thing. He hung back slightly while Penelope attempted to cheer the boy up without much success. In the end, she suggested that they take a break to eat the food Lorelle had given them.

“Good idea,” Crow nodded in agreement. He trotted up beside Hartley as they made their way over to the tree Penelope had indicated, taking his shot at trying to liven the boy’s spirits. “Hey, kid,” he slung an arm around his neck. “Remember what I told you yesterday?”

“I’m not in the mood to reminisce,” Hartley grumbled, trying to wriggle his way out of the older thief’s grip.

Crow clicked his tongue, “That’s too bad, because if you want your freedom back, you’re going to have to refresh my memory.”

Hartley struggled against him for a moment longer before he finally gave up. “You said not to care about what other people think,” he muttered. “But this is different! He’s my—”

“No ‘buts,’” Crow interrupted, forcing the boy into a tighter headlock. “Sure, he’s your father, but that just gives you all the more reason to prove him wrong.” He stopped walking, taking on a more serious tone. “You’re not the only one who’s been condemned by his own family, kid… My father disowned me before I was even born.” At his words, Hartley stopped struggling and grew quiet. “Look, I know it’s rough, having to shoulder the weight of knowing your own flesh and blood is looking down on you, but you can’t let him rule your life like that.” He released the boy, giving him a shove to make him stand up straight. “So, next time you cross paths, I want you to square your shoulders and look him in the eye. Tell him off if you have to, but do it proudly. You told me yourself: You’re a successful thief. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Hartly stared at him, taken aback by Crow’s speech. “Thanks,” he said after a moment. “I… I needed to hear that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Crow rolled his eyes. “Don’t start getting sentimental on me now. Come on, let’s go eat.” He headed for the tree again without waiting for the others.


Serix shrugged when Cassie showered him with praise putting the other Lunairans’ safety before his own competitiveness with Ryan. “I try sometimes, you know,” he teased, kissing her on the cheek. When she said she loved him even more, he smiled, “Now you know how I feel every day that I’m with you. I love you so much, Cassie.” He wrapped her in an embrace, yawning tiredly as she cuddled up next to him. It had been a long day, and he was ready to sleep it off.

“Mhm,” he murmured in response to her final words. “I’m sure you’ll make him see reason.” His eyelids drooped as his body was tugged ever closer towards unconsciousness. “We can talk more tomorrow… Can’t stay awake.” He yawned again. “Goodnight, Cassie.”

--

The next morning, Serix woke up feeling like he could have used a bit more sleep. After the fight against his own kind and his disturbing conversation with Celuria in the hold, he could have passed out for a week. However, there wasn’t time for that. With Ryan angrier than ever at Lunairans, he needed to stay on the human’s good side, and that meant working hard and keeping under the radar.

He got dressed quickly and headed to the dining cavern with Cassie, where they joined Sarah, Jerry, and Tori for breakfast. Their conversations were mostly about uninteresting small talk, such as the condition of the crops or what needed to be harvested soon. It was obvious to Serix that they were avoiding the topic of the Lunairan prisoners because of his presence. He guessed the half-bloods didn’t want to share their opinions in front of him because they knew what he would say: His people didn’t deserve to die. They deserved to have the chance to learn the truth about humans and decide for themselves who to side with in this war. Even though he knew the others probably didn’t share his view, he hoped they would come around in time.

After everyone finished eating, Ryan handed out job assignments. Serix held his breath as the human leader moved down the line, slowly approaching him. Half of him feared that the male would take out his anger by not giving him something to do. He had worked hard to prove his loyalty to the humans, but Ryan was so emotionally volatile that one wrong look could turn him against him.

Ryan stopped in front of Serix, his blue eyes meeting the Luniaran’s luminescent purple. There was pain on the light-haired male’s face—different than anything Serix had seen in him before. He was obviously still distraught over the loss of his younger sibling. Serix averted his gaze, uncomfortably aware of how his appearance might have been pouring salt into the human’s wound.

“You, go with Jake and Monty to fortify the caves.”

Serix looked up in surprise, but Ryan turned away to continue giving out orders to the others. He let out the breath he had been holding, relieved that the male had chosen not to take his anger out on him for once. He leaned down to whisper in Cassie’s ear as he moved to join Jake and Monty, who were standing off to the side, “That was unexpectedly painless. I’ll see you as soon as I can… Good luck with Ryan.” He planted a swift kiss on her forehead and trotted over to the waiting males. Once all three were together, they headed towards one of the nearby tunnels to begin their work.



Jaxil waited until he was sure Terra was gone before he finally let himself relax. He sighed, collapsing tiredly on the stony floor of the cave and draping the blanket she had given over his body. He wondered what had become of the other member of his platoon. Had the humans killed them yet, or were they still being held prisoner? He shuddered, shoving away a mental image of his brethren—of Peiylo—dead in that room full of cells. He didn’t know what he would do if something happened to them.

I wish I had some way to know if they’re still alive, He buried his head beneath the blanket, squeezing his eyes shut. Suddenly, he froze. It was faint, but he could feel a presence worming its way into his mind. His heart began beating faster. It had to be one of his platoon members! His commander had said humans weren’t capable of telepathy. Feeling weak with relief, he allowed the presence to reach him.

...Jaxil?

Peiylo! You’re okay! I’m so glad.

Me too, but where are you? You must still be close by if I can reach you. Did you not escape?

I did, but… I didn’t get far. Don’t worry. I’m alright. I’m just trapped in a cavern with a river.

So, the humans haven’t found you?


Jaxil hesitated, Well… one of them did, but she’s a bit strange. She had the opportunity to kill me, but instead she’s helping me hide.

Really? How curious. Please be careful, Jaxil. We can’t trust these humans.

I know. I haven’t told her anything about our mission or our people, and I’m not going to.

Good. I’m glad I was able to contact you.

Me too.

I’m too tired to keep this link open… I just wanted to make sure you were alive and let you know that the rest of us are still fine as well.

Thanks, Peiylo. Keep me updated, okay? I don’t think I’ll be able to leave this sot for a while.

I will. Good luck, and goodnight, Jaxil.


As Peiylo cut off the connection between their minds, Jaxil felt the weight of his exhaustion bear down on him with full force. He yawned and nestled into his makeshift bed, allowing sleep to take him now that he knew his platoon was okay.

--

The constant darkness of the cave made it difficult for Jaxil to tell what time it was when he finally awoke from his slumber. He blinked tiredly, torn between the desire to let himself get a little more sleep and the knowledge that it was too dangerous to risk getting caught by a human while unconscious. He sat up, sore muscles protesting, and leaned against the wall of the cave, stretching his limbs.

He was just starting to ponder whether he should check and see if he could leave the cavern, when he heard the sound of someone climbing the boulders outside his hiding spot. He tensed, watching the opening, until he saw that it was just Terra. She had returned with more food for him. Again, he was struck by the unexpectedness of her behavior. She wasn’t anything like the humans he had imagined. He allowed himself to let his guard down, just a little bit.

“Did you get some sleep?” the female asked. “I know it’s not the most comfortable, but hopefully the pillow and blanket helped?”

“I’m quite well rested,” Jaxil nodded in response, sniffing at the food she had brought to him. It smelled just as good as the meal he had eaten yesterday, and that hadn’t killed him. He gave it a taste and, finding it satisfactory, dug into the food with fervor. He finished it quickly and set the bowl down.

“Are you sure your people won’t notice the missing rations?” he asked, finding himself suddenly curious as to how Terra was managing to sneak food to him. “Surely someone will see you taking more than your share, won’t they?”
Sounds like fun! We'll probably be opposite that day because I'm free until the the evening on Thursday :p
Sounds good to me :)
Also, I won't be able to reply as much as usual tomorrow either, because I'm having some friends over in the evening and I really need to clean the house ^^;
As they walked through the streets of the town, Crow found that he was starting to like Younisian culture. Everyone they passed seemed to be relatively happy, unlike the peasants of Brerra. There were trade shops on every corner, bustling inns, children playing outside of homes, and even a public bath house. The wealth in their surroundings was physically tangible. He realized he was beginning to toy with the idea of moving to Younis after he left the others. The kingdom was in much better condition than Brerra, after all.

Then again, he cast a group of peasant men a sideways glance. Being a thief seems a lot more difficult here. With the way the people of Younis seemed united against criminals, he would have to watch his back more than he did in Brerra. It was obviously possible to make it by stealing, since Hartley seemed to be doing just fine for himself, but he would have to break a lot of old habits and learn new ones.

Crow watched as a young man and woman walked by with their arms linked together. He exhaled despondently, I doubt any of the women in this kingdom would want to be with a thief, too. The more he thought about it, the more unrealistic it was sounding for him to uproot his life in the outer villages of Brerra and move to Younis. Even though he liked the culture, it just wasn’t for him. He had to live in a place where he could act as he pleased, and Younis wasn’t somewhere he could do that.

“Uh, hey guys,” Hartley’s nervous voice drew Crow from his internal battle. “I just got an idea. Let’s go down this other way; I think there’s a short cut.”

Crow was about to question the boy with Penelope when he heard a new voice speak up from farther down the road, “Hartley?” He turned to see a middle-aged man walking towards them. The stranger had a dark complexion with curly, ebony hair and deep brown eyes. His jaw was lined with a short, well-groomed beard that indicated a concern for his appearance that was unlike most of the other peasants they had passed by.

Hartley froze when the man said his name. He turned around slowly, keeping his eyes on the ground rather than meeting the other Younisian’s gaze. The boy shuffled his feet uncomfortably, “Hey… father.”

Crow looked between the two, suddenly noticing the resemblance: the similar curve of their jaws, their tall foreheads, the shape of their torsos… They were definitely related, but why then had Hartley tried to get away from his father? He turned to the older man curiously, awaiting his response.

“It’s been a while, son,” the man said, stepping forward. His eyes darted briefly to Crow and Penelope before returning to Hartley. “So, have you made an honest living for yourself, or are you still hopping between apprenticeships?”

“While it’s none of your business,” Hartley said defensively. “I have a job.”

“Oh, really?” the man seemed surprised. “And what job might that be?”

“Look, I’d love to stay and chat,” Hartley said with a fierce air of sarcasm. “But we’re in a hurry.” He turned to head down the alley. “See you around.”

“Don’t you want to see your mother before you go?”

Hartley stopped at that. His father noticed and took another step towards him, “She wants to see you, Hartley. You haven’t come back to visit us once, since…” His eyes flickered to Crow and Penelope once more. “Since you left.”

“You mean, since you kicked me to the street?” Hartley corrected, shooting the man a bitter glare.

“Come on, son,” his father continued. “You know I just want what’s best for you. Sending you out on your own was tough love.”

“Yeah, right. You just didn’t want my extra mouth to feed.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’ll stop being ridiculous when you start showing some respect to your own son!” Hartley snapped suddenly, causing his father to flinch. He sighed, calming down before he went on. “Yeah, I lost my apprenticeship, but it wasn’t because I didn’t try. I just—” he shook his head. “I don’t know why I’m trying to explain myself to you. Come on, guys. Let’s go.” He gestured to Crow and Penelope as he walked towards the alleyway. “We’ve wasted enough time talking to him.”
I'm free to write for the rest of tonight ^^
I'll get started on my post now
Go for it!
I'm going to bed in a few, so I'll try to get a post done tomorrow night when I get back from my day trip :)
If I can't do that, I'll for sure reply on Wednesday morning!
I didn't realize it before, but that's so true xD
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