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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.

here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz

code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
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here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz

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[size=1]code by @Goldieloxx [/size]
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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.


insert quote here


Character Name
Basic

Information

Here

Maybe

physical

appearance?

Personality

Information

Here

Bio

Information

Here
code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
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Information

Here
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physical

appearance?
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Information

Here
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Information

Here
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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.




Location:
Tags:
Outfit:
Character Name
here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz
code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
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Height: 300px;
Width: 300px;
margin-left: 100px;
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margin-top:2px;
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background-color:black;
height: 375px;
margin-left: 100px;
color:#293249;
width:300px;
color:white;
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[/font][/justify][/div][/div][size=1]code by @Goldieloxx [/size]
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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
Character Name

Location:
Mentions:
Tags:
Today I am wearing lacy black underwear For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them. And underneath that? I am absolutely naked. And I've got skin. Miles and miles of skin; I've got skin to cover all my thoughts like Saran Wrap that you can see through to what leftovers are inside from the night before. And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet-proof. My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred. But that doesn't matter, right? You don't care about how soft my skin is. You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark. But what if all they do is crack open windows? So I can see lightning through the clouds. What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air? What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold? But that's not the story you want. You are licking your lips and baring your teeth. Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going. I don't need to be the water in the well. I don't need to be the well. But I'd like to not be the ground anymore. I'd like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore. Some girls know all the lyrics to each other's songs. They find harmonies in their laughter. Their linked elbows echo in tune. What if I can't hum on key? What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears? Some people can recognize a tree, A front yard, and know they've made it home. How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking? How long before I'm lost for good. It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning. It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself. But I keep swallowing what I thought was air. I keep finding stones tied to my feet.
code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
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For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them.
And underneath that?
I am absolutely naked.
And I've got skin. Miles and miles of skin;
I've got skin to cover all my thoughts
like Saran Wrap that you can see through
to what leftovers are inside from the night before.
And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet-proof.
My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred.
But that doesn't matter, right?
You don't care about how soft my skin is.
You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark.
But what if all they do is crack open windows?
So I can see lightning through the clouds.
What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air?
What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold?
But that's not the story you want.
You are licking your lips and baring your teeth.
Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going.
I don't need to be the water in the well.
I don't need to be the well.
But I'd like to not be the ground anymore.
I'd like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore.
Some girls know all the lyrics to each other's songs.
They find harmonies in their laughter.
Their linked elbows echo in tune.
What if I can't hum on key?
What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?
Some people can recognize a tree,
A front yard, and know they've made it home.
How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking?
How long before I'm lost for good.
It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning.
It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.
But I keep swallowing what I thought was air.
I keep finding stones tied to my feet.
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[CENTER][size=1]code by @Goldieloxx [/size][/CENTER]
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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.


Basic Info Here
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code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
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cursor: pointer;
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[FONT=verdana][size=1]code by @Goldieloxx [/size][/FONT]
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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
NAME HERE
here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz

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Goldieloxx

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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.

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here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz
code by @Goldieloxx

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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.

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here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz

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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
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here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz

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here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz
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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.

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here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz

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here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz
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Goldieloxx

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Relationships​

Keaton Landau | Emperor Kuzco: Arianna and Keaton share theater and the sorority/fraternity clubs. Arianna might be a bit jealous of his dancing, since she's more of a theater/fashion/makeup girl, but she wouldn't dislike him. In fact, with Keaton being abandoned as a kid, I could see them sort-of bonding. Arianna wasn't ditched, but her family life wasn't the greatest (fighting, alcohol, etc.) and then her dad did leave. If they are friends, Arianna is jealous and sort of possessive over her friends, not wanting to be replaced.

Richard Stockenberg | Ron Stoppable: Arianna would understand Richard's vulnerabilities and doubts better than anyone (or at least any of my other characters). She wouldn't be interested in him romantic wise, but she is touched by the love he has for his younger brother.

Mitchel Oaks | Dipper Pines: The two of them don't really run in the same circles, but they do have two things in common: jealousy and the fact that they're quite caring people nonetheless.

Dakota Oaks | Mabel Pines: Both are in fashion club, theater, and the sorority. Arianna is a second year, but that's an easy way for them to know each other. Arianna would be friendly to her since the beginning, and perhaps they could form a nice friendship, with Arianna being a little protective over her.

Theresa Russell | Princess Tiana: Both in the sorority, Arianna would like her and look up to her.

Amberly Elliot | Elizabeth Swann: Probably wouldn't know each other.

Megan Stavros: Best friends. They balance each other out. Megan is a free spirit, whereas Arianna is a bit more uptight. Ari wants to be more like Megan, but her vices keep her from doing so.

Peter Norwood: They were childhood friends who lost contact, reuniting in college now. They're trying to rekindle their friendship, but it's hard after so long of not talking.

Leonardo King: Leo is an outgoing party kid, with a major flirting problem. Arianna doesn't like the major flirting he does, but she loves the attention, and how cute he is when he turns into a bumbling mess around her.

Danny Rockers: Protective over each other, though Ari is maybe a bit more on the possessive side? Ari looks up to Danny as she is one of the top in fashion and cosmetics.

Kai Palmer: Very good friends with similar interests and similar personalities. Arianna gets jealous sometimes, maybe thinking that he likes someone else more than her.

June Rockers: June is close with Peter, which Arianna is jealous of. Peter and Arianna just started rekindling their friendship, but Arianna feels as though she should come first because of their history.

James Hook: Mostly acquaintances. Although Arianna thinks he's damn cute, he is dating Meg, her best friend so she tries her hardest not to flirt back with him. Plus the whole Peter-Hook thing? It's all so very confusing.
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Keaton Landau | Emperor Kuzco: Arianna and Keaton share theater and the sorority/fraternity clubs. Arianna might be a bit jealous of his dancing, since she's more of a theater/fashion/makeup girl, but she wouldn't dislike him. In fact, with Keaton being abandoned as a kid, I could see them sort-of bonding. Arianna wasn't ditched, but her family life wasn't the greatest (fighting, alcohol, etc.) and then her dad did leave. If they are friends, Arianna is jealous and sort of possessive over her friends, not wanting to be replaced.

Richard Stockenberg | Ron Stoppable: Arianna would understand Richard's vulnerabilities and doubts better than anyone (or at least any of my other characters). She wouldn't be interested in him romantic wise, but she is touched by the love he has for his younger brother.

Mitchel Oaks | Dipper Pines: The two of them don't really run in the same circles, but they do have two things in common: jealousy and the fact that they're quite caring people nonetheless.

Dakota Oaks | Mabel Pines: Both are in fashion club, theater, and the sorority. Arianna is a second year, but that's an easy way for them to know each other. Arianna would be friendly to her since the beginning, and perhaps they could form a nice friendship, with Arianna being a little protective over her.

Theresa Russell | Princess Tiana: Both in the sorority, Arianna would like her and look up to her.

Amberly Elliot | Elizabeth Swann: Probably wouldn't know each other.

Megan Stavros: Best friends. They balance each other out. Megan is a free spirit, whereas Arianna is a bit more uptight. Ari wants to be more like Megan, but her vices keep her from doing so.

Peter Norwood: They were childhood friends who lost contact, reuniting in college now. They're trying to rekindle their friendship, but it's hard after so long of not talking.

Leonardo King: Leo is an outgoing party kid, with a major flirting problem. Arianna doesn't like the major flirting he does, but she loves the attention, and how cute he is when he turns into a bumbling mess around her.

Danny Rockers: Protective over each other, though Ari is maybe a bit more on the possessive side? Ari looks up to Danny as she is one of the top in fashion and cosmetics.

Kai Palmer: Very good friends with similar interests and similar personalities. Arianna gets jealous sometimes, maybe thinking that he likes someone else more than her.

June Rockers: June is close with Peter, which Arianna is jealous of. Peter and Arianna just started rekindling their friendship, but Arianna feels as though she should come first because of their history.

James Hook: Mostly acquaintances. Although Arianna thinks he's damn cute, he is dating Meg, her best friend so she tries her hardest not to flirt back with him. Plus the whole Peter-Hook thing? It's all so very confusing.
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R U L E S​

+ I'm a full time nurse. Roleplaying is my escape. I've been writing for a long time, and I want to enjoy this. Do not bug me for replies. If you see me replying to other roleplays, maybe I need some time to muse over a reply for ours. You never know.
+ I'm a fairly detailed writer. I except good quality from the people I RP with. Sometimes, yes, I will RP casually, but most of the time I want detailed RP's, and detailed replies.
+ Don't be selfish. This RP is not just about you.
+ I play female or double. Either is fine with me.
+ I am ALWAYS up for hearing your suggestions for a roleplay.
+ Romance = yes. It bugs me that I have to say I don't want just romance. Like why is that a thing now? Romance can be included without it being the main focus. Damn.
+ Talking in OOC is awesome. I do have discord if you want to message me there! Beauty_Belle#2463

+Pairings, Etc.+
Vampire x Human
Demon x Human
Gifted Human x Supernatural
Witch x Supernatural
Witch x Witch Hunter
Vampire x Vampire Hunter
Angel x Demon
Demon x Mermaid
Supernatural x Human
Rich x Poor
Popular x Non-popular
Good girl x bad boy
Kidnapper x kidnapped
Singer x Fan/non-fan
Princess x Guard
Forbidden Love
Love Triangles
Arranged Marriage
Fake Relationship
SUGGEST!!!



P L O T S​

supernatural:
The Fallen
[MC] is an angel who was sent to earth to live as a human, because she has a very special purpose. When she reaches the age of 25, she is supposed to be used as a weapon against the Devil and his demon spawn. That is her purpose. [YC] is a demon, sent to earth to find [MC] and turn her to the darkness that lives within her mortal heart. But he finds the task daunting, as some of her angel traits still live strong within her. But [YC] is determined.

Vampire Masquerade
There is a new family in town, and they are throwing a masquerade ball for boys and girls (aged late teens to mid twenties or so) to attend. Everyone is excited about the ball; who doesn't love a chance to get dressed up? Plus, your face is hidden behind a mask. You can be anyone you want to be; no one will ever know. MC is attending like everyone else. What no one knows is that the new family throwing the ball is a family of vampires, and the ball is an excuse for the vampire 'children' to try and find their soulmates. YC is one of the vampire 'children', and he finds his soulmate in MC. Will he take her away from her family? Taunt her from afar (or up close) until she agrees to go with him willingly? Will he threaten her or her family? Will they hate each other?

Indebted
[MC] has lived a pretty normal life. Good family, good job, money in the bank. Everything is going great for her, until her 25th birthday, when her father tells her he has an announcement to make. Enter [YC]. As it turns out, [MC]’s family is in debt, and she is to be given to [YC] for him to own, as payment. She isn’t the first; this has been going on for generations. She had no idea, and now she has to deal with [YC] and the realization that her life is no longer her own.

Runaway
[YC] is a demon prince on the run. Son of satan himself, due to take over one day. But he doesn’t want that, so he ran away to earth. He’s been on the run for a long time, and one day, his running brings him to a small town where he hopes to blend in. [MC] lives in this town. She’s a normal human girl— so she thinks. [YC] can sense that there is something different about her. As he tries to investigate, the tracker demons catch up to him, and he’s forced to grab [MC] and go back on the run. How will they deal with each other?

Things That Go Bump In The Night
[MC] is out late one night, probably doing things she shouldn’t be doing. [YC] is also out late— getting dinner. He’s a vampire, out for a late night feeding. Somehow, [MC] catches [YC] in the act. Of course, [YC} can’t just let her go and run her mouth, so he takes [MC] somewhere where he can figure out his next step.

Owned
Things have changed. Vampires run the world. They came out of hiding, and started enslaving the humans. Most places are run down; anywhere nice is a great place to get caught by a vampire. [MC] has been on the run all her life. [YC] is a powerful vampire, out one day at an auction to pick up a new servant. [YC] spots [MC] and is instantly intrigued. So he purchases her.

modern:
More to Life
MC is engaged (or married, haven't decided yet) to her high school sweetheart. They have been together for years, and are overall happy. But lately, MC has been wondering... is she missing out on anything by getting married so young? Her fiance is great, but... is there more to life?
Enter YC, the resident bad boy who can open her eyes to a whole new world. (Cookie if you get the reference on that line XD)

Innocence Lost
A gang member, [YC] is building his way up the food chain, so to speak. He wants to become the next leader when the time is right. He does everything that is asked of him. One day, he's told to rob a shop on the outskirts of town. Well, [MC] is the one in the shop the day he has to rob it. Guns blazing, [YC] charges in, but he isn't expecting [MC] to retaliate. He has orders to get the money and go, and a strict no kill and no abduction order. When [MC] pulls off [YC]'s mask, he knows he can't leave her, so he is forced to take her with him, as sirens are already on their way.

Choices Follow (credit given to Clarissa Black)
It's prom night. [MC] is with her friends, having the time of her life. They decide to go to Vegas, where she meets [YC]. He's older, sexy, and has a motorcycle. She has the night of her life, drunk and in love with life. [YC] suggests, more like dares [MC], that they go to the chapel and get married. Of course, her drunk brain thinks that's a great idea. So off to the chapel they go. Eventually, [MC] returns to her hometown with her friends, probably the next morning after a long night with her husband. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Well, years down the road, [MC] wants to get married and settle down, for real. However, first she must return to Vegas and hope she can find the man she married on prom night and tell him she wants a divorce. [YC] is still with his motorcycle gang, suave and sexy as ever. Unswayed, she insists on the divorce that he doesn't seem to want.


F A N D O M S​
fandoms:
-CW's The Flash [searching for a Zoom/Jay/Hunter]
-The Vampire Diaries [searching for Klaus]
-Labyrinth [searching for Jareth]
-The 100 [searching for Bellamy]
-FFX/X-2 [searching for Gippal or OC]
-Sailor Moon [searching for Prince Diamond]
-Harry Potter [searching for Draco or OC]

fandom plots:
Final Fantasy X/X-2
It's been two years since the return of Tidus. He and Yuna are together, have even started making their own family. Paine went off to do... well, whatever Paine does. Which just leaves Rikku. Rikku is assisting with the rebuilding of Home as well as continuing her journey as a sphere hunter. Which, to be honest, is quite boring with just Buddy and Brother. She's aching for adventure. Little does she know, Spira is about to be threatened yet again by an unknown force. It wreaks havoc in her world. Yuna can't go and Paine is nowhere to be found. Help comes from a surprising source-- the familiar, blonde, cocky Al Bhed Rikku has a questionable past with. Can our heros save Spira again? ((This plot is still semi in the works, and it's pretty open. I was thinking the bad guy could be Seymour's son, coming to avenge his fathers death. If you have a different idea, please share it. For this roleplay, I would be playing as Rikku, so I would need for you to be Gippal, at least. We can share the bad guy and double as other characters. ))

The Vampire Diaries
[i'm putting this before the plot because honestly, I don't have much of a plot for this. Just more of an idea, really. So I'll do my best to explain.] There is a new girl in town. She's a witch, although she doesn't know it. She was adopted, and has come to find her birth parents. [This is all I have so far. I'd like for someone to play Klaus for me. I can play just about anyone for you.]

The 100
So sadly, I don't have a plot for this. I'm open to any ideas you have, or we can work something out together. If we're using canons, I'd probably want to be Clarke-- or we can use OC's and canons, or just OC's. So, please share away!

Labyrinth
Sarah was fifteen when she wished her brother Toby away to the goblins and went on her adventure to save him. Now, she's in her twenties and lives on her own. Toby comes to visit her one weekend, and when he goes through her stuff, he finds the book that used to be Sarah's life. He doesn't tell his sister but reads it in private, enraptured by the story. Before he leaves, he and Sarah get into a fight. Out of spite, he wishes Sarah away to the goblins. Jareth, who has been watching the only women able to defeat him and the only woman he loves, has been watching for years, waiting for the moment to come back into Sarah's life. He's nearly ecstatic when Toby says the words. So, in all his glitterfied glory, he shows up to take Sarah to his castle. ((I don't have anything else worked out for this, so I figured we can work out the rest from here. I'd be playing as Sarah, so I'd need a Jareth, and we can double as whoever else. OC's are cool with me in this roleplay.))

Sailor Moon
((I am unsure of a plot for this, but would love to try it out! SN: I happen to like Prince Diamond alot... (: Also, English names only, please.))

Harry Potter
((Little authors note before I start writing this out. I've never read the last book, and it's been a while since I've watched the movies, so I'm fuzzy on what happens. I don't care about spoilers. Also if a detail isn't right feel free to correct me. But this plot is set before the last book, sometime after the fifth or sixth. I'd be playing as Hermione, and I'd need you to be Draco. Again, we can double as whoever, and OC's are cool with me. This plot is rough, I don't have everything worked out, but we can do that together.)) Draco and Snape have proved their alliance with the Dark Lord. Dumbledore is dead. Everything is falling apart, and the last straw is when Hermione is captured. Hermione is in a cell by herself, kept away from everyone else, probably because of her 'mudblood' lineage. Somehow through all this, Draco is eventually supposed to kill them. But somehow he ends up pouring his heart out to Hermione. Maybe because he knows she won't be able to tell anyone once she's dead. Somehow feelings develop, and suddenly Draco isn't sure he can go through with it. Meanwhile, Ron and Harry are desperately searching for their friend to save her.
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+ I'm a full time nurse. Roleplaying is my escape. I've been writing for a long time, and I want to enjoy this. Do not bug me for replies. If you see me replying to other roleplays, maybe I need some time to muse over a reply for ours. You never know.
+ I'm a fairly detailed writer. I except good quality from the people I RP with. Sometimes, yes, I will RP casually, but most of the time I want detailed RP's, and detailed replies.
+ Don't be selfish. This RP is not just about you.
+ I play female or double. Either is fine with me.
+ I am ALWAYS up for hearing your suggestions for a roleplay.
+ Romance = yes. It bugs me that I have to say I don't want just romance. Like why is that a thing now? Romance can be included without it being the main focus. Damn.
+ Talking in OOC is awesome. I do have discord if you want to message me there! Beauty_Belle#2463
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Vampire x Human
Demon x Human
Gifted Human x Supernatural
Witch x Supernatural
Witch x Witch Hunter
Vampire x Vampire Hunter
Angel x Demon
Demon x Mermaid
Supernatural x Human
Rich x Poor
Popular x Non-popular
Good girl x bad boy
Kidnapper x kidnapped
Singer x Fan/non-fan
Princess x Guard
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Fake Relationship
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supernatural:
The Fallen
[MC] is an angel who was sent to earth to live as a human, because she has a very special purpose. When she reaches the age of 25, she is supposed to be used as a weapon against the Devil and his demon spawn. That is her purpose. [YC] is a demon, sent to earth to find [MC] and turn her to the darkness that lives within her mortal heart. But he finds the task daunting, as some of her angel traits still live strong within her. But [YC] is determined.

Vampire Masquerade
There is a new family in town, and they are throwing a masquerade ball for boys and girls (aged late teens to mid twenties or so) to attend. Everyone is excited about the ball; who doesn't love a chance to get dressed up? Plus, your face is hidden behind a mask. You can be anyone you want to be; no one will ever know. MC is attending like everyone else. What no one knows is that the new family throwing the ball is a family of vampires, and the ball is an excuse for the vampire 'children' to try and find their soulmates. YC is one of the vampire 'children', and he finds his soulmate in MC. Will he take her away from her family? Taunt her from afar (or up close) until she agrees to go with him willingly? Will he threaten her or her family? Will they hate each other?

Indebted
[MC] has lived a pretty normal life. Good family, good job, money in the bank. Everything is going great for her, until her 25th birthday, when her father tells her he has an announcement to make. Enter [YC]. As it turns out, [MC]’s family is in debt, and she is to be given to [YC] for him to own, as payment. She isn’t the first; this has been going on for generations. She had no idea, and now she has to deal with [YC] and the realization that her life is no longer her own.

Runaway
[YC] is a demon prince on the run. Son of satan himself, due to take over one day. But he doesn’t want that, so he ran away to earth. He’s been on the run for a long time, and one day, his running brings him to a small town where he hopes to blend in. [MC] lives in this town. She’s a normal human girl— so she thinks. [YC] can sense that there is something different about her. As he tries to investigate, the tracker demons catch up to him, and he’s forced to grab [MC] and go back on the run. How will they deal with each other?

Things That Go Bump In The Night
[MC] is out late one night, probably doing things she shouldn’t be doing. [YC] is also out late— getting dinner. He’s a vampire, out for a late night feeding. Somehow, [MC] catches [YC] in the act. Of course, [YC} can’t just let her go and run her mouth, so he takes [MC] somewhere where he can figure out his next step.

Owned
Things have changed. Vampires run the world. They came out of hiding, and started enslaving the humans. Most places are run down; anywhere nice is a great place to get caught by a vampire. [MC] has been on the run all her life. [YC] is a powerful vampire, out one day at an auction to pick up a new servant. [YC] spots [MC] and is instantly intrigued. So he purchases her.

modern:
More to Life
MC is engaged (or married, haven't decided yet) to her high school sweetheart. They have been together for years, and are overall happy. But lately, MC has been wondering... is she missing out on anything by getting married so young? Her fiance is great, but... is there more to life?
Enter YC, the resident bad boy who can open her eyes to a whole new world. (Cookie if you get the reference on that line XD)

Innocence Lost
A gang member, [YC] is building his way up the food chain, so to speak. He wants to become the next leader when the time is right. He does everything that is asked of him. One day, he's told to rob a shop on the outskirts of town. Well, [MC] is the one in the shop the day he has to rob it. Guns blazing, [YC] charges in, but he isn't expecting [MC] to retaliate. He has orders to get the money and go, and a strict no kill and no abduction order. When [MC] pulls off [YC]'s mask, he knows he can't leave her, so he is forced to take her with him, as sirens are already on their way.

Choices Follow (credit given to Clarissa Black)
It's prom night. [MC] is with her friends, having the time of her life. They decide to go to Vegas, where she meets [YC]. He's older, sexy, and has a motorcycle. She has the night of her life, drunk and in love with life. [YC] suggests, more like dares [MC], that they go to the chapel and get married. Of course, her drunk brain thinks that's a great idea. So off to the chapel they go. Eventually, [MC] returns to her hometown with her friends, probably the next morning after a long night with her husband. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Well, years down the road, [MC] wants to get married and settle down, for real. However, first she must return to Vegas and hope she can find the man she married on prom night and tell him she wants a divorce. [YC] is still with his motorcycle gang, suave and sexy as ever. Unswayed, she insists on the divorce that he doesn't seem to want.
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fandoms:
-CW's The Flash [searching for a Zoom/Jay/Hunter]
-The Vampire Diaries [searching for Klaus]
-Labyrinth [searching for Jareth]
-The 100 [searching for Bellamy]
-FFX/X-2 [searching for Gippal or OC]
-Sailor Moon [searching for Prince Diamond]
-Harry Potter [searching for Draco or OC]

fandom plots:
Final Fantasy X/X-2
It's been two years since the return of Tidus. He and Yuna are together, have even started making their own family. Paine went off to do... well, whatever Paine does. Which just leaves Rikku. Rikku is assisting with the rebuilding of Home as well as continuing her journey as a sphere hunter. Which, to be honest, is quite boring with just Buddy and Brother. She's aching for adventure. Little does she know, Spira is about to be threatened yet again by an unknown force. It wreaks havoc in her world. Yuna can't go and Paine is nowhere to be found. Help comes from a surprising source-- the familiar, blonde, cocky Al Bhed Rikku has a questionable past with. Can our heros save Spira again? ((This plot is still semi in the works, and it's pretty open. I was thinking the bad guy could be Seymour's son, coming to avenge his fathers death. If you have a different idea, please share it. For this roleplay, I would be playing as Rikku, so I would need for you to be Gippal, at least. We can share the bad guy and double as other characters. ))

The Vampire Diaries
[i'm putting this before the plot because honestly, I don't have much of a plot for this. Just more of an idea, really. So I'll do my best to explain.] There is a new girl in town. She's a witch, although she doesn't know it. She was adopted, and has come to find her birth parents. [This is all I have so far. I'd like for someone to play Klaus for me. I can play just about anyone for you.]

The 100
So sadly, I don't have a plot for this. I'm open to any ideas you have, or we can work something out together. If we're using canons, I'd probably want to be Clarke-- or we can use OC's and canons, or just OC's. So, please share away!

Labyrinth
Sarah was fifteen when she wished her brother Toby away to the goblins and went on her adventure to save him. Now, she's in her twenties and lives on her own. Toby comes to visit her one weekend, and when he goes through her stuff, he finds the book that used to be Sarah's life. He doesn't tell his sister but reads it in private, enraptured by the story. Before he leaves, he and Sarah get into a fight. Out of spite, he wishes Sarah away to the goblins. Jareth, who has been watching the only women able to defeat him and the only woman he loves, has been watching for years, waiting for the moment to come back into Sarah's life. He's nearly ecstatic when Toby says the words. So, in all his glitterfied glory, he shows up to take Sarah to his castle. ((I don't have anything else worked out for this, so I figured we can work out the rest from here. I'd be playing as Sarah, so I'd need a Jareth, and we can double as whoever else. OC's are cool with me in this roleplay.))

Sailor Moon
((I am unsure of a plot for this, but would love to try it out! SN: I happen to like Prince Diamond alot... (: Also, English names only, please.))

Harry Potter
((Little authors note before I start writing this out. I've never read the last book, and it's been a while since I've watched the movies, so I'm fuzzy on what happens. I don't care about spoilers. Also if a detail isn't right feel free to correct me. But this plot is set before the last book, sometime after the fifth or sixth. I'd be playing as Hermione, and I'd need you to be Draco. Again, we can double as whoever, and OC's are cool with me. This plot is rough, I don't have everything worked out, but we can do that together.)) Draco and Snape have proved their alliance with the Dark Lord. Dumbledore is dead. Everything is falling apart, and the last straw is when Hermione is captured. Hermione is in a cell by herself, kept away from everyone else, probably because of her 'mudblood' lineage. Somehow through all this, Draco is eventually supposed to kill them. But somehow he ends up pouring his heart out to Hermione. Maybe because he knows she won't be able to tell anyone once she's dead. Somehow feelings develop, and suddenly Draco isn't sure he can go through with it. Meanwhile, Ron and Harry are desperately searching for their friend to save her.
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Goldieloxx

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Goldieloxx

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Welcome, welcome!

Hope you are all doing well today.
Welcome to my discord/off-site cravings thread!
I roleplay on discord or google docs. No email, sorry.
Discord handle is: Beauty_Belle#2463


Basically, my rules are pretty average.
1. Be able to put a sentence together properly. Mistakes are fine; they happen.
2. Don't be selfish; this rp is about both of us.
3. I play female or double.
4. Don't be up my ass for replies; I'm a full time nurse, I get busy.
5. Romance is a yes for me! So is talking ooc. I love it, not a dealbreaker if you don't.
6. Feel free to suggest something; I'm always listening/looking for new ideas!


P.S. my main thread is here.



So, onto the fun stuff! Cravings!
[always modern times for me]


-dark soulmates
-vampire/demon x human
-hades x persephone
-good girl x bad boy
-kidnapper x kidnapped
-arranged marriage


-plots-
Indebted
[MC] has lived a pretty normal life. Good family, good job, money in the bank. Everything is going great for her, until her 25th birthday, when her father tells her he has an announcement to make. Enter [YC]. As it turns out, [MC]’s family is in debt, and she is to be given to [YC] for him to own, as payment. She isn’t the first; this has been going on for generations. She had no idea, and now she has to deal with [YC] and the realization that her life is no longer her own.

Runaway
[YC] is a demon prince on the run. Son of satan himself, due to take over one day. But he doesn’t want that, so he ran away to earth. He’s been on the run for a long time, and one day, his running brings him to a small town where he hopes to blend in. [MC] lives in this town. She’s a normal human girl— so she thinks. [YC] can sense that there is something different about her. As he tries to investigate, the tracker demons catch up to him, and he’s forced to grab [MC] and go back on the run. How will they deal with each other?

Things That Go Bump In The Night
[MC] is out late one night, probably doing things she shouldn’t be doing. [YC] is also out late— getting dinner. He’s a vampire, out for a late night feeding. Somehow, [MC] catches [YC] in the act. Of course, [YC} can’t just let her go and run her mouth, so he takes [MC] somewhere where he can figure out his next step.

Innocence Lost
A gang member, [YC] is building his way up the food chain, so to speak. He wants to become the next leader when the time is right. He does everything that is asked of him. One day, he's told to rob a shop on the outskirts of town. Well, [MC] is the one in the shop the day he has to rob it. Guns blazing, [YC] charges in, but he isn't expecting [MC] to retaliate. He has orders to get the money and go, and a strict no kill and no abduction order. When [MC] pulls off [YC]'s mask, he knows he can't leave her, so he is forced to take her with him, as sirens are already on their way.



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[CENTER][FONT=Allan]Welcome, welcome![/FONT]

[FONT=Allan]Hope you are all doing well today.
Welcome to my discord/off-site cravings thread!
I roleplay on discord  or google docs. No email, sorry.
Discord handle is: Beauty_Belle#2463[/FONT]

[FONT=Allan]Basically, my rules are pretty average.
1. Be able to put a sentence together properly. Mistakes are fine; they happen.
2. Don't be  selfish; this rp is about both of us.
3. I play female or double.
4. Don't be up my ass for replies; I'm a full time nurse, I get busy.
5. Romance is a yes for me! So is talking ooc. I love it, not a dealbreaker if you don't.
6. Feel free to suggest something; I'm always listening/looking for new ideas![/FONT]

[FONT=Allan]P.S. my main thread is here.[/FONT]
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[CENTER][FONT=Allan]So, onto the fun stuff! Cravings!
[always modern times for me][/FONT]

[FONT=Allan]-dark soulmates
-vampire/demon x human
-hades x persephone
-good  girl x bad boy
-kidnapper x kidnapped
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[FONT=Allan]-plots-
Indebted
[MC] has lived a pretty normal life. Good family, good job, money in the bank. Everything is going great for her, until her 25th birthday, when her father tells her he has an announcement to make. Enter [YC]. As it turns out, [MC]’s family is in debt, and she is to be given to [YC] for him to own, as payment. She isn’t the first; this has been going on for generations. She had no idea, and now she has to deal with [YC] and the realization that her life is no longer her own.

Runaway
[YC] is a demon prince on the run. Son of satan himself, due to take over one day. But he doesn’t want that, so he ran away to earth. He’s been on the run for a long time, and one day, his running brings him to a small town where he hopes to blend in. [MC] lives in this town. She’s a normal human girl— so she thinks. [YC] can sense that there is something different about her. As he tries to investigate, the tracker demons catch up to him, and he’s forced to grab [MC] and go back on the run. How will they deal with each other?

Things That Go Bump In The Night
[MC] is out late one night, probably doing things she shouldn’t be doing. [YC] is also out late— getting dinner. He’s a vampire, out for a late night feeding. Somehow, [MC] catches [YC] in the act. Of course, [YC} can’t just let her go and run her mouth, so he takes [MC] somewhere where he can figure out his next step.

Innocence Lost
A gang member, [YC] is building his way up the food chain, so to speak. He wants to become the next leader when the time is right. He does everything that is asked of him. One day, he's told to rob a shop on the outskirts of town. Well, [MC] is the one in the shop the day he has to rob it. Guns blazing, [YC] charges in, but he isn't expecting [MC] to retaliate. He has orders to get the money and go, and a strict no kill and no abduction order. When [MC] pulls off [YC]'s mask, he knows he can't leave her, so he is forced to take her with him, as sirens are already on their way. [/FONT]
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Goldieloxx

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“Here's to the kids.

The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.
Here's to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them.
Here's to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.
Here's to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool.
Here's to the kids who listened to Fall Out boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV...and blame MTV for ruining their life.
Here's to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts.
Here's to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush.
Here's to the kids who hum "A Little Less 16 Candles, A Little More Touch Me" when they're stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night.
Here's to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn't even know they existed.
Here's to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn't feel so alone after doing so.
Here's to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friend(s).
Here's to the kids who are straight up smartasses & just don't care.
Here's to the kids who speak their mind.
Here's to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep.
Here's to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do.
Here's to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.
Here's to the kids.
This one's not for the kids,
who always get what they want,
But for the ones who never had it at all.
It's not for the ones who never got caught,
But for the ones who always try and fall.
This one's for the kids who didnt make it,
We were the kids who never made it.
The Overcast girls and the Underdog Boys.
Not for the kids who had all their joys.
This one's for the kids who never faked it.
We're the kids who didn't make it.
They say "Breaking hearts is what we do best,"
And, "We'll make your heart be ripped of your chest"
The only heart that I broke was mine,
When I got My Hopes up too too high.
We were the kids who didnt make it.
We are the kids who never made it.”

― Pete Wentz
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The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.
Here's to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them.
Here's to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.
Here's to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool.
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Here's to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn't even know they existed.
Here's to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn't feel so alone after doing so.
Here's to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friend(s). 
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Here's to the kids who speak their mind.
Here's to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep.
Here's to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do.
Here's to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.
Here's to the kids.
This one's not for the kids,
who always get what they want,
But for the ones who never had it at all. 
It's not for the ones who never got caught, 
But for the ones who always try and fall. 
This one's for the kids who didnt make it, 
We were the kids who never made it. 
The Overcast girls and the Underdog Boys.
Not for the kids who had all their joys. 
This one's for the kids who never faked it. 
We're the kids who didn't make it. 
They say "Breaking hearts is what we do best,"
And, "We'll make your heart be ripped of your chest" 
The only heart that I broke was mine, 
When I got My Hopes up too too high.
We were the kids who didnt make it. 
We are the kids who never made it.”

― Pete Wentz 
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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.


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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
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here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz

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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.







here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz
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who never made it. — Pete Wentz
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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.


here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it. — Pete Wentz

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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.

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+ I'm a full time nurse. Roleplaying is my escape. I've been writing for a long time, and I want to enjoy this. Do not bug me for replies. If you see me replying to other roleplays, maybe I need some time to muse over a reply for ours. You never know.
+ I'm a fairly detailed writer. I except good quality from the people I RP with. Sometimes, yes, I will RP casually, but most of the time I want detailed RP's, and detailed replies.
+ Don't be selfish. This RP is not just about you.
+ I play female or double. Either is fine with me.
+ I am ALWAYS up for hearing your suggestions for a roleplay.
+ Romance = yes. It bugs me that I have to say I don't want just romance. Like why is that a thing now? Romance can be included without it being the main focus. Damn.
+Plots in purple are ones I'm craving.
+ Talking in OOC is awesome. I do have discord if you want to message me there! Tinkii#2463
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