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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Themis, Goddess of Divine Law & Order

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Amanda Isabella Woodall 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 28 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Kings County Homicide ADA	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Eloquent Confident Determined 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Stubborn Cynical Worrisome 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Continue to utilize the law in order to seek justice for homicide victims and their loved ones. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Themis fears failure, and the feeling of losing control. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Themis 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Good Counsel, Divine Law & Order 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Long before there was an Amanda Woodall roaming the streets of Seattle, there was Themis: the Titan goddess of divine law and order. During her time as a Titan Goddess, Themis served a fair amount of roles. Firstly, she enforced the traditional rules of conduct first established by the gods. She also served as Zeus’ first counsellor, and was often found seated beside his throne advising him on the precepts of divine law and the rules of fate (much to the chagrin of his wife and lovers). In addition, Themis possessed the power of prophecy, which allowed her to preside over the most ancient oracles (including Delphi). Thanks to her knowledge of both human nature and the nature of human society (and the prophecy powers previously mentioned), she was able to predict the outcome of any struggle. Finally, she served as the divine voice who first instructed mankind in the primal laws of justice and morality.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

As Amanda Isabella Woodall, Themis utilized her prophetic powers and knowledge of the law and her abilities of good counsel to serve mortals as an assistant district attorney wherever she could practice it. Her career was her life: the one place in which she found herself feeling in the zone. But no matter how many hours she spent in between case files inside her office at whatever city she was in, there was a feeling of emptiness that Amanda hadn’t found a way to fill. The answer came after a celebratory post-court drink at a Washington bar, in the form of a 40 year-old mortal called Benjamin Cross.

The two had fallen in love instantly. It was a heated, torrid affair, followed by a quick engagement and an even quicker wedding. But life had a funny way of throwing curveballs at the most unexpected of times. While her professional career continued to be on the fast track, the young ADA’s personal life had taken a turn for the worst. The differences that had once drawn her and her husband together had become a source of discord, and the pair was going about it in completely different ways. Amanda had buried herself in her work, focusing her frustrations and regrets about marrying a mortal on bringing criminals to justice. Meanwhile, Benjamin had found solace in isolation and the bottle once again, his moods fluctuating between drinking until losing consciousness and seeming like he was getting better, only to fall right back down again. The periods in between the icy silences and heated arguments became shorter and shorter, until the feuding couple had finally collided in the quarrel that had irrevocably torn apart their marriage. That same night, Benjamin had packed his bags. And by the end of that week, all traces of his existence in the apartment he and Amanda had shared had been erased. Thankfully, the Colossus had been moved a month later, forcing her to relocate. The distance between Benjamin and Amanda made the divorce process easy, quick and without conflict.

After the demise of her marriage, Amanda threw herself into her career with a vengeance. In no time, she had made a name for herself in the Kings County courthouse system: with a conviction rate of 95%. This came at a cost that she was able to comfortably afford: closing herself off to any further attempts at romance or falling in love. The fresh wound and the fear of another failed relationship effectively kept her focused on what truly mattered: law, order and justice.

Themis’ Relations

My Sun, Moon and Stars

“When they said the sun comes out after the darkest storm, they were not lying. I had found myself caught in the pain of another failed relationship when it dawned on me... That the only sound in the world that always brought me comfort in the most violent of storms… Was the thunder rumbling in the distance. I didn’t think twice before I turned my back on those who hurt me and ran straight into his warm, welcoming arms. Why it took so long for me to see, I will never know. But today, I can confidently shout out to the heavens that I am truly, madly and deeply in love with Thor Odinson. He makes anywhere feel like home."

A Beautiful Friendship

“I am not a woman of many friends. I have always kept a closely-knit circle, as there are not many people deserving of my trust. The lovely Bastet of the Egyptian pantheon is one of the most valuable gems of my collection: my very best friend. She is a beautiful woman both inside and out, someone I can always count on for a listening ear and words of encouragement. She brings me comfort and peace. I am eternally grateful to have her.”

We Seek Justice Together

"In my many centuries as an Assistant District Attorney or general practitioner of the law, there are certain deities I have crossed paths with that share my passion for seeking justice, and who even actively support the cause. Hel of the Norse pantheon utilizes her gifts to assist me in finding the cause of death of my homicide victims, which brings clarity and moves forward the investigations of my colleagues. Athena of the Greek pantheon utilizes her skills to carry out said investigations, doing an outstanding job of it and making my task of presenting a convincing case to a judge and/or a jury all the easier. And while I tend to disagree and butt heads with Anubis of the Egyptian pantheon in many matters, I hold a deep amount of respect for him as a colleague. I always give credit where credit is due-- and the man is, forgive my language, a damn good lawyer. It is always a constructive experience to face him in court.”

A Strange Allegiance

“When young, mischievous Freya of the Norse pantheon came to me one day with an augury, I mistakenly chose to ignore her. I chalked up her words as nonsense from a bitter, scorned woman who was unable to forgive those who had hurt her so many centuries ago, and dismissed them at once. But when her warning materialized into reality right before my very eyes, I immediately regretted my earlier decision. After I had gathered myself, I sought her at once, apologizing for my disbelief and offering up a detailed confession of what I had witnessed. To my surprise, the pretty brunette was welcoming and sweet. She listened to my story with attentiveness, though I could see that she was becoming more and more incensed with every word I spoke. Finally, when I was finished, she took my hands on hers, looked into my eyes, and swore she would get revenge for the both of us. And with the way her hazel eyes lit up like embers when she said it, I knew she meant every word.”

Best Left Forgotten

“It’s not hard to understand what happened here. I trusted my heart to the Norse All-father, and he saw it fit to make it bleed with lies, secrets, deceit and infidelity-- with the assistance of his so-called blood brother Loki, no less. And even after the pain and mistrust, I hold no resentment towards Odin. If he had not shown his true colors, I would still be stuck in a relationship with the wrong man. Thanks to his indiscretions, I was free to follow my heart in the right direction.”

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Freya, Goddess of Sex & Lust

I'm your dream girl. This is real love. But you know what they say about me...
"That girl is a problem."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Ariana Wexler 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 21 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Socialite & Ex-Sugar Baby	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Flirtatious Passionate Captivating Affectionate 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Conceited Manipulative Territorial Possessive 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To carry on living her life indulging in all of her favorite things: sex, money and luxury. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 To fall in love and expose her vulnerability to the wrong person, and/or to stop being desired by mortals and deities alike. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Freja 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Sex & Lust 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Nordic

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

From the beginnings of time and the universe, Freya has been considered one of the preeminent goddesses of the Nordic pantheon. She is well known for her deep fondness of sex, beauty, and fine material possessions, and for being a passionate seeker of carnal pleasures and thrills. But there is more to Freya than just being the most notorious party girl of the Æsir. She is the archetype of the völva, and the one responsible for bringing this art of organized Norse magic to humans and the rest of the gods. And given her expertise in controlling and manipulating the desires, health, and prosperity of others, she’s a being whose knowledge and power are almost without equal.

But not everything in Freya’s life had gone as she would have liked it to. There was an incident many centuries ago, involving her, Loki, and her once dearly beloved Odin. And at the root of it all was a beautiful golden necklace: the cursed piece of jewelry that had ultimately cost the goddess her relationship with the all-father of the Norse pantheon (if it could even be called that).

After that unfortunate event, Freya had promised four things to herself: she would carry on with her existence free of any romantic ties and concerns about other people’s opinions, she would never fall in love again, never put herself in such an open, vulnerable position again, and never, ever, ever take orders from any man _{fuck you, Odin; and fuck you too, Loki}. From that point on, she set out the quest to live her life as the puppeteer instead of the puppet- the most skilled, valuable player instead of the game itself.

She would never be humiliated like that again.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Even as a mortal, Freya continued to live under the same carefree philosophy she’d adopted as a goddess. In order to fund the lavish lifestyle she adored so much and had grown accustomed to, she took on numerous identities throughout the decades, using her godly powers to seduce rich, attractive men out of their wealth. The young woman was gifted designer clothing, expensive jewelry, fancy cars, luxury real estate, and exotic vacations on the regular in exchange for her company-- which to her was definitely a fair, worthy trade. By the time 2020 came around, Freya had amassed enough wealth to live comfortably for a few years without having to pull her usual tricks, so she decided it was time for a break. She had plenty of men to keep her other needs satisfied.

Freya’s Relations

The Only Exception

TBD

The One That Got Away

“Many centuries ago, the Ice King of the Roman pantheon allowed me to see a side of him not many have witnessed. Beneath his cold, dismissive facade is a man with an immense heat and passion-- with appetites to match my own. We shared innumerable sleepless nights with our bodies intertwined, taking each other to the highest peaks of paradise. Our commitment to no one but our own selves drew us closer, and made the arrangement between us pure perfection. But he must have felt me starting to grow attached with time, because after one last glorious encounter, Janus decided our time together had come to an end.

No matter how much time has passed or who we end up with, I know there will always be a part of me that yearns for him and wonders what life would be like as his. But it is nothing but a dream that I have long since accepted is impossible, and I would rather die than admit to anyone that he had such a permanent effect on my soul.”

My Confidantes & Partners In Crime

TLAZ, EROS & HERMES

Got A Long List Of Ex-Lovers...

HERACLES, APOLLO, ARES

Known In Passing

HEBE

Waiting For The Right Time...

“I’ll make this story short and sweet for ya. Back in the days when we were still gods living in the Norse pantheon, Odin and I were in a relationship. Funny, right? Me in a serious, committed relationship to one man? Anyway, we were dating-- and it was a pretty solid thing, too. But I guess Loki couldn’t see us being happy together, because the jealous little shit decided to make up some bullshit story about me cheating on the big ole’ Norse daddy in exchange for a necklace I’d bought for myself not that long ago. You would think that a man would believe his girlfriend over the god of mischief and trickery, right? Wrong. The Allfather sided with his ‘blood brother’, deemed me a cheater and broke things off with me, with absolutely no proof. That was the day I decided I would never be committed to anyone else other than myself.

Mark my words: I’ll make them pay one day. For what they did to me and what they did to poor Themis. I’m just waiting for the right time to strike.”

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Mictēcacihuātl, Goddess of Death & the Underworld

_{"Desde el día en el que nací, traigo la estrella que llevo. Sé que a nadie se la debo, y solo me protege a mí."}

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Marcela Alejandra Castillo 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 23-26 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Owner of Peaceful Rest Memorial Gardens Hitwoman of the Scarlet Dragon	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Loyal Passionate Strong-Willed 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Sardonic Arrogant Temperamental 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To return to her beloved land of Mictlan, and hopefully be reunited with her husband Miclantecuhtl in some way or form. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 When your only fear becomes a reality, you don’t really lose sleep over anything else again. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Mictēcacihuātl 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Death & the Underworld 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Aztec

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

In the Aztec pantheon, Mictēcacihuātl is the "lady of the dead." Along with her husband, Mictlāntēcutli, Mictēcacihuātl ruled over the land of Mictlan, the lowest level of the underworld where the dead reside. As their queen, she has the responsibility of guarding the bones of the dead and governing over their festivals. It is believed that she was born and sacrificed as an infant, grew up in the underworld and eventually became the mate of Mictlāntēcutli. Together, Mictlan’s rulers had power over all three types of souls dwelling in the underworld: those who died normal deaths, heroic deaths, and non-heroic deaths. In order for the deceased to be accepted into Mictlan, offerings to the lord and lady of death were necessary, and the worldly goods buried with the newly dead were intended to ensure their safety in the underworld.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

When Mictēcacihuātl and her husband were ripped away from their beloved Mictlan and banished to Earth to live as humans, they found themselves feeling confused and highly upset. Finding out that the culprit behind their misfortune was a mortal, however, only served to infuriate them further, and the couple went on a rage-fuelled killing spree that lasted nearly a decade. But they soon realized that no matter how many humans they slayed, it would not take them back to their domain, and they eventually resigned themselves to their new normal.

Of the two Aztec underworld rulers, Mictēcacihuātl was the one who took things more favorably. The young woman quickly molding herself to whichever new destination the Colossus was moved to, finding comfort in the presence of her husband. But Mictlāntēcutli despised their new reality. He resented being away from Mictlan, in cities with people he didn’t know and languages he couldn’t understand. The man grew more restless with each passing day, in a slow descent into the madness that would drive him to attempt his escape. He bid goodbye to his tearful, terrified wife with a strong embrace and a heated kiss, promising to come back for her before setting off into his voyage of freedom.

That was the last time Mictēcacihuātl ever saw her husband again.

When the Lady of the Dead received the news of Mictlāntēcutli’s passing, the inconsolable Mictēcacihuātl became a shadow of who she had once been. The spark in her brown eyes had disappeared, her smile was but a memory, and her once proud, arrogant demeanor was reduced to a shadow of itself. Grief had consumed her whole, tearing her down in ways she’d never thought possible. Finding nothing but pain in the sights of her fellow deities-- constant reminders of the love she had lost--, Mictēcacihuātl isolated herself from the world, opting to live as a hermit in the forests of whatever location the gods were sent to. For centuries, the Queen of the Aztec Underworld was not seen or heard of, and many assumed she had chosen to follow her husband into the afterlife.

They were wrong.

In the 1900’s, Mictēcacihuātl came back with a vengeance. The time away had served to harden her once-broken heart into steel, and had given her a new purpose for her existence. There was a lucrative business in the death industry, she quickly realized. Armed with this knowledge and her previous role in the Aztec underworld, Mictēcacihuātl invested the funds gained from her assassinations as the hitwoman of Bakunawa to commercialize death. Under the name Marcela Castillo, Mictēcacihuātl created Peaceful Rest Memorial Gardens: a company with nation-wide locations that provided beautiful, well-maintained spaces for buried or cremated souls to rest in peace. As expected, her business had taken off instantly, and had not seen a dip in revenue yet. Her role in the Seattle crime underworld certainly helped with that.

All in all, life was good for Marcela Castillo… If you pushed aside the drinking, prescription pills and night terrors, that is.

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Astraea, Goddess of Innocence & Purity

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Alana Eleanor Olsen 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 18-21 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Art History Student at the University of Seattle Owner of The Bookshelf	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Sweet & Outgoing Gentle & Caring Kind-hearted & Thoughtful 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Naive & Trusting Sensitive & Emotional Insecure & Guarded 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To regain her powers and grace humankind with taking Earth back to the Golden Age. And maybe have the opportunity to experience what love is, just once. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 That the world will eventually succumb to misery and wickedness that has plagued it since the Iron Age, and that she will be forced to experience its downfall firsthand. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Astraea 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Innocence and Purity 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

In the times back in Olympus, Astraea was the goddess of innocence, daughter of the Titans Astraeus, god of dusk, and Eos, goddess of dawn. Her name means "star-maiden" and she happily roamed the Earth alongside humans during the Golden Age of Man. But when the Iron Age dawned, and brought along misery and wickedness, the distraught Astraea (with a little help from Zeus) chose to abandon the Earth and rise to the skies, where she transformed into the constellation Virgo. According to myth, when the Greek star maiden returns to Earth one day, she will once again bring the utopia that was during the Golden Age, bringing an end to human suffering.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Astraea's triumphant return to Earth was everything but that. When she was ripped from the skies and sent back to the chaotic planet she'd run away from, the star maiden had been excited, immediately assuming this meant that the time for a second Golden Age had come. But much to her disappointment, Astraea realized that in this return, she was more mortal than deity, and that she lacked the superior powers to fulfill her prophecy. After many years spent lamenting the state of the Earth she now roamed, Astraea came to terms with the fact that she could not change the world or its people, only herself and her own circumstances. So with a broken heart, she gave up on her dreams of utopia instead learned to deal with whatever cards were played at her.

Currently, the young woman that goes by Alana Olsen divides her time between her art history studies at the University of Seattle and running her own little bookshop in Seattle's historic district. Her eye has been caught by a certain blond, universally beloved Norse god, but the virginal maiden chooses to seal her lips and keep the secret in fear of rejection.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Moved to CS tab

Friendships

Absolutely! 🥰❤ I have an entire list of people that became close friends of mine because of this site, and here is also where I met my fiance. We've been together for over three years now. 💑

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

I said I wouldn't... But here I am 🙄😂

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Project Untamed

A @Venus & @Melissa Collaboration
Featuring the lion Leo Brooks the tigress Soleil Jameson butting heads like the true alphas they are. ♡
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When the news first broke about Theodore being sent to the Health Center, Soleil hadn't given too much thought to it. Some sort of bug had been going around campus, and the health center became a revolving door for classmates of all grades and ages. But when no news of Teddy's condition was known by the second day, the young woman grew nervous-- as most of the students that had gotten sick were out in a matter of hours. The worried Sol attempted to visit Theo at the Health Center, hoping to be let in without a fuss by the sweet, elderly nurse lady at the front desk-- same as it had been when visiting Griffin not even a week previously. But this time, Shady was met by an arrogant, middle-aged male orderly who threatened to lock her up in the psych ward if she kept insisting on finding anything out about Theodore. It took the combined effort of three people to forcefully drag the raging girl into a room, where she was locked long enough for her anger to subside. And when she was finally released, Soleil went to the one person who would probably understand just how upset she was feeling.

After stomping the whole way back to her dorm, Soleil threw open the door to Leo's room and stormed right in without a warning. "They're not letting me fucking see him!" she shouted, her face contorted in anger and frustration as she began to pace in circles around the room. "Who the fuck are they to tell me that?! It's bullshit: all of it! It's like Griffin all over again, and at least I could see him!"

Leo had only returned from the gym a half hour ago. He worked out for as long as muscles would let him, which was a few hours, since if he was going to drink tonight, he’d need a good session at the gym to cancel out the calorie intake. As he stood in the center of his room, only a towel wrapped lowly around his hips, he let the remainder of the hot water from the shower slide down his body and collect on the rug beneath him. The boy could hear shoes thumping down the hall the moment that the person exited the elevator, but he couldn’t act fast enough to turn the lock as his door flew open, revealing an angry Sol. “Jesus, woman, can’t you knock?” He exclaimed, making sure his towel was secure and wasn’t going to slip. “What if I was with someone in here- this is my room after all.”

"Okay, first of all: I would know if you're with someone, because your big mouth would waste no time in telling me all about how you'll take your Flavor of the Day to 'see the stars' or whatever it is that you say to them," she shot back, glaring at her best friend and, in her rage, failing to notice his lack of clothing. "And second of all, some seriously shady shit is happening here and nobody else seems to give a fuck!"

“It’s ‘I take them to places they didn’t know existed’, actually.” With a quick sigh, Leo tried to focus on his friend’s rambling. “Slow down. What’s going on?”

"They aren't letting me see Theo at the Health Center!" Sol cried out, looking up at Leo with what seemed to be furious tears in her eyes. "I went up there to visit him today and they refused to let me in, and when I pressed on to at least know what was going in with him they locked me in a room until I 'called down' and threatened me! Threatened me! Me, of all people! They seriously threatened the amateur boxer chick whose left hook can put them in a coma!" she said with a sarcastic guffaw. "Can you believe that shit?!"

The boy tried his best not to roll his eyes as he sat down on his bed, hand clamping over where the two ends of his towel joined. As much as he loved Sol, there was only so much Theo talk he could take. “Well, maybe he’s contagious, I mean-” Leo stopped himself, realizing what she was actually saying. “Wait a second…. Theo’s sick? When did he get sick?” He asked quickly, not knowing previously that he had been swept into the health center.

"Like two days ago? It was around the same time Fra-" The dark-haired girl suddenly trailed off, green eyes now wide with dread as she let herself fall backwards into a sitting position and then faceup beside Leo on the bed. There was no fucking way, right? "Around the same time Frankie got sick."

Leo gulped, eyebrows raising as he tried to not grow suspicious without cause. It wasn’t for his sake- he could give a rats ass what Frankie did in her free time, or rather who she did in her spare time- but it was for Sol’s. “I hung out with her right after the scavenger hunt and she was fine. No symptoms, no nothing. If she were feeling sick, she would’ve complained about it. Did Theo seem sick at all?”

"Not really, no: that's what's eating at me. We were hanging out the night before last and everything seemed fine. Now out of nowhere he's in quarantine as if he's suddenly contracted a deadly disease or something, but you don't offer any further explanation other than 'stop asking questions or you'll suffer consequences'? I'm telling you: it's fucking shady…" Sol fumed, crossing her arms in front of her chest and staring daggers at the ceiling.

“I mean, those 48 hour bugs are nasty. Got one once last year, I was either on the floor in front of the toilet or lying in bed in agony. There was no in between.” Leo grimaced, remembering feeling so helplessly grimy and disgusting. “Maybe that’s what it is, and they’re just trying to protect you.” The boy rationalized, shrugging. He stood back up, grabbing the outfit he had set out for the party and disappearing into his bathroom to change. He left the door slightly cracked just so he could still hear Sol’s response.

"If that's the case then why not just come out and tell me that's what's wrong with him, huh? What's the point of all these threats and secrecy over a stupid stomach bug?" she pressed on, clearly not even considering letting go of the subject.

“I don’t know Sol, I’m not a mind reader.” Leo stated annoyedly, letting his towel drop to the floor before slipping on a clean pair of boxer briefs followed by a pair of jeans.

Soleil didn't miss the annoyance in Leo's voice, and it only served to throw her over the edge. Before she knew it, scrambling up from the bed, stomping across the room and taking up position by the bathroom door.

"You know, I don't even know why I bothered coming to you, of all people," she began, glaring at Leo through the mirror. "You're a selfish piece of shit who doesn't give a fuck about anyone but himself. I have to suck up your never-ending tales of who you stick your dick into, but the second anyone else needs you it's suddenly this big fat inconvenience. Get out of here with that shit!" Soleil knew she was out of hand, but anger was driving her actions at the moment.

The boy growled- he was not in the mood for this. He didn’t bother putting on his shirt as he threw open the door, nearly hitting Sol in the process. “Selfish? Me?” He questioned incredulously, almost shocked. “You were the one who barged in here to talk about your problems, acting like you own the place. You are the one who has been talking about Theo fucking nonstop and you won’t even tell him how you feel.” Leo exploded, raising his voice as a vein seemed to pop out of his temple angrily. “If anyone is selfish, it’s you.”

No matter how absolutely right he was about her being a coward for not telling Theo how she truly felt, the fact that Leo had been so quick to use the secrets she'd confided in him against her stung Sol more than she would ever admit. Her green eyes widened with the shock of his betrayal, and it took every single ounce of her self-control to hold back from swinging towards him. Although from the way her body had tensed up and her fists were balled up, if Leo said the wrong thing whenever she was still within earshot, he would undoubtedly be the target of one of her right hooks.

"You know what? Whatever. I'm done." Sol declared, raising her hands in surrender. "Good luck having lost one of the few people here who really had your back. I hope you have fun at that stupid party they tried hard to keep a secret from you because the majority of the kids in our class didn't want you to go because they can't fucking stand you," she spat, shooting him one last parting death glare before storming out of the room.

Leo was fuming- if this were a cartoon, you’d see steam billowing from his ears. In a blind rage he grabbed the closest thing to him, which happened to be a book, and threw it against the closed door. With another swing, he punched his wall, a dent forming where is fist had landed and blood coating his knuckles. He couldn’t believe that she had walked out on him like that, said those things, and blamed him for it.

If there was a night where Leo wanted to drink more than anything, tonight was it.

Let's Gush!

@Ejected @Moro @metanoia @SpicyMeatball @spooner @TootsiePop @HaleyTheRandom @NeoAJ

Happy second anniversary to my loves in Palm Beach Royals! It's certainly been a ride with ups and downs and plenty of people/characters coming and going, but ultimately the real ones have stayed! I want to thank you all for the dedication, loyalty, creativity, talent and quality writing you continue to put out there on every scene. I am forever grateful for how far we've come (700 IC posts and counting!), and can only hope we see it through when the finish line's so close!

Lots of love. 💘

Is forum Roleplaying beginning to slow down?

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They are but I don't know how. They're stuck in their homes, and less people have children and jobs. There's gotta be some X factor. Probably stress

@POOHEAD189

The ones I know have stated the whole quarantine thing really messed up their schedules and stuff, and being mandated to be cooped up has negatively impacted their inspiration (which honestly surprised me seeing as how so many of them are introverts in the first place lol).

As for the main topic I'm, I'm of the belief that it has definitely slowed down. I joined the guild when I was in college with plenty of free time, little responsibilities and tons of inspiration. Now I've got a full time job, a home to keep up with and dwindling time to spare. I know a lot of my writing group is on the same boat, and some of the good writers I knew that have moved on from the site have done so for similar issues. It sucks, but there isn't really much one can do other than take what one can get.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Ejected @Moro @metanoia @SpicyMeatball @spooner @TootsiePop @HaleyTheRandom @NeoAJ

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Featuring Chrissie McCoy, Ariana Mossos, and Kavi Salvador
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After a quick stop at the nearest gas station to pick out a vast selection of snacks and drinks with high amounts of sodium and sugar, Kavi, Ariana and Chrissie had made their way to the brunette's opulent home, taking advantage of her parents' absence and having both of her friends sleep over. As soon as they'd reached her bedroom, Ariana had given Kavi and Chrissie a change of clothes (the perks of having such a big family meant that clothes of different sizes were always readily available), and made her way to the bathroom, where she swapped out her dress for a pair of comfortable pajamas and washed off her makeup before rushing back to dive headfirst into her once neatly folded bed.

Chrissie was in one of Ariana’s brother Romeo’s shirts, since she liked sleeping with no shorts on, and just generally appreciated the breeze. Big shirts were the best pajamas or completely nude, but she couldn’t do that with Kavi around. While Ariana was in her bathroom, Chris took the opportunity to go to the kitchen and make them all sundaes, asking Kavi what toppings he liked before disappearing.

She already knew what Ariana liked. Privileges of being THE best friend. Strawberry with banana, white chocolate chips, and Graham cracker dust! Yum, yum. Kavi, on the other hand, requested the simple delight of a rocky road and peanut butter cup combo with crushed cashews and dark chocolate syrup drizzled on top. She’d make sure to have it look delectable and picture perfect. The best sundae he ever did have! Instagram that shit.

As for her, she liked it big! Neapolitan ice cream, choco syrup, whipped (lots of whipped) cream, sprinkles, nuts, cherries, and about a dozen chocolate chip cookie crumbs. A sugary heart attack waiting to happen, but she needed this. To eat her feelings away. She imagined they all needed this. The rest of the snacks were already up there, so once she placed the sundaes on a tray, then cleaned up her mess, she carried it and made her way back to the bedroom.

“Jesus Christ…” Was Kavi’s only response when Chrissie had returned to Ariana’s bedroom with the tray of their three sundaes. He had no problem recognizing his and, of course, he could tell which was for Ari. What gave him a moment of awe and disbelief, however, was the Mount Everest of sundaes (at least compared to the other two). “I normally don’t say this, but goddamn that’s just too big!”

“That’s what she said!” Gottem. For now, Chrissie was in good spirits and that was solely because Ariana needed her. Prancing into the room, she placed the tray on the desk, grabbed her bestie’s bowl and spoon, and made her way to her Cherry who was dead on bed. “Ariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, want some ice cream? I got your favorite!” Then she turned to Kavi and gestured for him to grab his own, “Sir, it’s going to melt.”

“Yes ma'am!” Kavi shook his head and laughed, taking his superior sundae with both hands and taking the best bite of bitter, sweet, and creamy.

Ariana took a few seconds to call upon the strength to get up from the bed before she ultimately sat up and grabbed the treat Chrissie was offering her. "Thank you, baby," the brunette cooed gratefully before giving her friend a brief, appreciative kiss on the lips. She took a bite out of her knockoff Coldstone sundae (not that it was better than her Peaches', who made hers with the secret, best ingredient: love) and savored the comforting mix of flavors for a bit before she spoke. "As much as I'm grateful that you guys are here with me and I'm sure we'll have a good time, I have to admit this is not exactly how I envisioned the end of my night to be."

After being rewarded by a kiss from a princess, Chrissie went to retrieve her own knock off of Ben & Jerry’s The Vermonster. “Mr. Big is an assmunch and doesn’t deserve you.” With aggression, she shoved a big scoop of her sundae in her mouth. Stabbing her spoon back in her bowl, she shook her head, “Love is dead. Who needs it!”

Mr. Big? Now who the fuck could that be? Do I care enough to ask? He thought for a moment, watching Chrissie practically murder that poor bowl of ice cream like it had done something wrong. For someone to get that sort of reaction from Chrissie and to strip Ariana of her usually cheery nature, this guy had truly fucked up. “Clearly I don’t know anything here, but..” Kavi set his sundae down and brought his eyes up to Ari. “His loss. Clearly, as Chrissie appropriately said, he’s an assmunch and a fool. I mean who in the hell dumps Ariana Mossos of all people? That’s like not wanting to be with me!”

“...no. Ariana is like, is like… a goddess, you are a plebeian in comparison!” Chris shook her spoon in front of him in disagreement.

“I’m at least a nobleman at the bottom of the royal tree!” He retorted back at her as if offended.

“As if,” Chrissie rolled her eyes, scooping yet another large amount of her sundae. “You are the floor we walk on. I say that with love.” She made a kissy face toward him, before putting her spoon back in her mouth where it belonged.

Ariana would have normally at least tried to act bashful when showered with compliments, but she really wasn’t feeling like putting up a front tonight. She trusted both Kavi and Chrissie enough to let her guard down and express her true feelings. “I know it’s his loss, but it doesn’t mean I’m not sad about it,” the morose girl admitted, taking another bite of her ice cream. “We were hooking up for nine months. That’s, like, the longest I’ve ever been messing around with anyone in my whole life. Definitely a mistake, though. Look at what good it did once the whole commitment issue came up…” she lamented, now following Chrissie’s lead and stabbing her own frozen delicacy. “What’s it lately with guys and commitment, anyway? You’d think that having a girl willing to let them be free as long as they do the same is appealing to them, yet here are Max and Jace: all up in my ass about being ‘official’. Like, shit...” she trailed off, taking a big, angry bite of her sundae and not even realizing she’d thrown their math teacher’s first name out into the open.

“Oop!” With whip cream a little on the side of her lips, Chrissie’s eyes widened. There was no usage of Mr. Big. She usually had a lot to say, but now she was looking at Kavi, waiting for his reaction. Did he realize the name drop or…?

No, it wasn’t missed, that’s for sure, though the process of handling the cool math teacher dating a student was a lot slower than Kavi thought it would be. While true, he always thought Mr. Russo was something of a… Well, weirdo. And now he knew why.

“That’s quite the story, Ari.” Kavi took a slow moment to gather the rest of his thoughts before speaking again. “Not sure what to really say other than you deserve better than what Jace gave you.” He wasn’t sure if it was the awkwardness of knowing Mr. Russo was like one of those weirdos being interviewed by Chris Hansen or that he felt an eerie similarity between what Jace did to Ariana and how Kavi had treated Ariel. Wild.

Ariana nodded in agreement, feeling her spirits rise with each word of support from Kavi and Chrissie. “Which is why I’ve decided to accept Max’s proposal to be exclusive,” she declared, nearly finished with her sundae. if Jace was so adamant that she should move on, then Ari would do just that. There was no use stooping down to the level of someone who thought she was less than what she knew she was worth. “If I didn’t fuck that up too, that is.”

Chrissie’s expression went from surprise to shock, quick. “For… realsies?” Did Ariana have a fever? She was talking nonsense. Since when did she ever want to become exclusive with anyone (aside from Jace, though she’d never say it outloud)? Placing her bowl and spoon down, licking around her lips to make sure all the whip cream was gone, she went to the bed, sat down beside her friend, and blinked a couple times before asking, “Are you sure?”

“Yup, I definitely am,” she confirmed, placing her empty ice cream bowl in the nearby desk and taking position behind Chrissie, wrapping her arms around her friend and nuzzling her neck for a moment. “I mean, now’s as good of a time as any to finally settle and start exclusively dating someone. Jace made it very clear that I’m not his problem anymore, so I’ll become someone else’s. You know, someone who actually gives a damn about me. Plus, Max is definitely a good match for me. If I have to pick someone, might as well be him.”

”Ariana, take it from someone who has been with you before,” he said, offering her a smile, “you were never the problem.”

Kavi’s comment was rewarded with the first smile Ariana had given since the fateful encounter with Jace. “Aren’t you the sweetest!” she teased, grabbing a nearby decorative pillow and playfully tossing it at his head. “Now let’s put my drama aside and focus on you, K-Bear. Please don’t tell me it’s that psychotic emo girl who has you all torn up like this-- no offense,” she added as an afterthought in case the boy really was suffering over said individual.

“Your little mermaid. Literally now with that… hair.” Chrissie made a face, imagining his ex’s hair dye job. She would never. “I can’t believe a girl’s got you so fucked up you can’t smile like you used to.”

He gave them both a shrug. “Ariel’s different than most of the girls at Kings. You know, I mean she challenges me and all that shit.” He felt a pinching feeling in his stomach while he tried to tell them how it was with Ariel. It was both easy for him to openly admit it because that’s the sort of effect Ariel’s had on him, but it was just a tad difficult saying it, knowing she was probably still at the dance with that jackoff Sawyer. “And her hair is straight fire!”

“It’s too bad she let you go. You obviously still love her.” Chrissie scooted to the headboard, patting a pillow for the other two to come join her as they threw a self pity party.

Kavi was full of shrugs to spare, because instead of offering one his famous quips, he rolled his shoulders and took the brunette on her offer. “So is this just misery loves company for two or are we about to make this into a depressed threeway?”

“Not before Little Miss Drama Queen here spills her guts,” Ariana taunted her bestie, taking up position on the left pillow facing the curly-haired girl. “Kav and I already did it. Now it’s your turn.”

If it wasn’t for Ariana’s comment, Chrissie would’ve avoided talking about herself as if her life depended on it. Her shoulders relaxed and her green gaze went from her best friend to her future… guy-best friend? Seemed like although her and Kavi didn’t know much about each other until recently, their friendship was blossoming at a rapid rate. This was all thanks to a stupid assembly! Staring at the ceiling, with the two beside her waiting in anticipation, she heavily sighed and brought the sadness further down. “I’m moving back to Scotland after graduation.” They asked for it.

Ariana’s scoff of disbelief was instant. “As if!” she laughed, shifting around the bed so she could be on top of Chrissie. “You’re not going anywhere, bitch. You and I both know that,” she said before moving back to her previous prime snuggling position.

“Yeah and, ya know--” Kavi looked at both of them, “--this is just the tip of the iceberg. So out with it, McCoy. What’s really got you down and out?”

“Did you forget the whole fight me and Stella had right before you picked me up?” Chrissie looked at him confused, while petting and playing with Ariana’s hair. “Okay so, me and Stel are basically over. She hates me, told me to move back to Scotland, so I might as well! All because she doesn’t see how hurt I am because the only person that was here for me when Jason fucking cheated on me was Ariana and she was MILES away. If Ariana can video chat with me, so can she!” Chrissie growled, getting more and more upset the further she explained her emotions in a messy, it’s getting late (she tired) kind of way, “Sooooooooooooo what if I tried to make Carter doubt her feelings! He’s weak for believing my white lie. Now she’s holding a grudge because one minute she wants one dude, and all of a sudden she wants Carter, and she’s mad at ME for stating my opinions to her stupid face. I literally can’t stand her and hope she gets her heart broken.”

“Man, that’s pretty terrible.”

Kavi knew Stella probably the longest out of anyone whose last name wasn’t Chen or Salvador. He’s known her even longer than Sonny has and there’s always been an unpredictable nature to the girl. Even growing up, Kavi could tell that she had a lot of potential of finally cracking. Kavi always assumed it would just be her gaining confidence within herself or something lame like that. He never thought in a million years that her equivalent to a butterfly emerging from a cocoon was going to be her being a total bitch.

Kavi placed a comforting hand on Chrissie’s shoulder, offering her an empathetic smile. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Chrissie. Stella’s a turbulent person but you didn’t deserve any of that.”

“And all the more reason for you to stay here instead of taking the coward’s way out and leaving,” Ariana added with a shrug, extending her arms so she could cup Chrissie’s face with her hands and looking straight into her eyes. “Never let your enemies see you when you’re down, Peaches. Remember that the best revenge you can have is to let them watch you succeed.”

With her right hand she grabbed Kavi’s hand that laid on her shoulder, returning the kindness, with her other one she rested it on Ariana’s back as her best friend laid on her, embracing her, loving her, Chrissie grinned almost sinisterly, “That, and you know, making her cry.”

“Don’t be a bitch, Chris,” Ariana scolded her bestie with a laugh. “Put out good juju and that’s what you’ll get back.”

”I mean,” Kavi interjected, “it doesn’t take much to get Stella to cry a waterfall of tears.”

Chris meant more than just make her cry, she wanted to ruin her cousin, but she wasn’t going to go into all that. Instead, she rolled her eyes at both of them and laughed, “nah, I choose the petty route. You know, like Mr. Big did tonight.”

The brunette flinched at the unexpected mention of Jace. “Can we not mention him again? Thanks.”

With a heavy sigh, Kavi put a stop to any further comments before it got too far by clapping his hands a few times. “You know what this sleepover needs? A solid couple of hours devoted to mindless cheese in the form of Pretty in Pink!”

“What the hell is that?” Ariana asked him, letting go of Chrissie and shifting around so she could frown at Kavi.

“In what timeline do we live in when I, of all people, know what Pretty in Pink is and you, the most feminine person in the entire southeast doesn’t?” Kavi shook his head and stood up. “C’mon! It’s time to educate you on quality cinema!”