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The Badlands / Re: WHO ARE YOU REALLY? — one-shot
« on: July 03, 2022, 08:42:53 AM »
tracking ik i said this on discord but i wanna say here again that THIS IS AMAZING ur so talented bestie fr

General OOC / Re: hiii ! anyone up for writing together ?
« on: June 24, 2022, 04:30:50 PM »
hey, welcome back! i do remember you from before, so it's good to see you again :^))

i'm always down to plot & write with you, whether that be in the new world or another kinda concept, so yeah hmu! i'm more active on discord at the moment if you wanna chat on there, otherwise just pop me a message on here if you ever wanna plot or chat! it's good to see u again!

Welcome Board / Re: it has been a WHILE holy moly
« on: March 14, 2022, 05:50:09 PM »
hey!! welcome back to bb! we're def so excited to have you back, and if you ever wanna plot you know where I am :^))

Welcome Board / Re: hey y'all
« on: March 14, 2022, 05:46:16 PM »
hell yeah one more week! how long have u guys got spring break for? I've just started my break this week actually - I have until the end of April but I'm spending a good chunk of that working so not much of a break I suppose HGJKL

Welcome Board / Re: hey y'all
« on: February 10, 2022, 03:00:10 PM »
hey besties!! how are we today :-))

General OOC / Re: ya like picrews?
« on: January 07, 2022, 05:05:41 PM »
thank you for these!!! they've been super fun to play around with!!

« on: November 14, 2021, 05:15:56 AM »
all done!

Vice World / Re: TROUBLE AT YOUR FEET ― intro.
« on: November 10, 2021, 06:21:27 PM »
Wherever you go, I go…

It had been a phrase so often uttered in hushed voices, a quiet plea so well designed that it perfectly mimicked what seemed to be a pledge of loyalty. Of course it had always been, but it was more than just a promise. It had been a cry for help all this time, two people so torn apart from a life that had dedicated itself to finding them nothing but loss and pain. If it couldn’t find misery, then it would create it. Years had come and gone and Marcus and Ramona soon came to the realisation that their bond was indeed for life. Marcus had been the steadfast and sincere, albeit rough around the edges, mentor that Ramona was in dire need of in her life when the two had first met. An ornery teenager who had initially joined Six Hounds against her will, but she soon found that perhaps it was the only place she could truly capitalise on her anger and grief.

Marcus took her under his wing — it was his job as a medically trained professional to nurture those around him — and he saw her thrive, almost as if she were the daughter that he and his husband would never be able to have after the world crumbled around them. Pascal would have adored Ramona the very same way that Marcus did; that is if he had not died the slow and agonising death he was forced to endure. A death that nearly killed Marcus to have to watch. The disease tangled up within Pascal and all Marcus could do was watch for five horrifying months. He could have saved him, if only he had the resources. And he almost had it, he almost had it all. If only he had more time.

Nowadays, Pascal was rarely a name that passed Marcus’ lips, but he thought about his late husband often. Ramona would have loved him too, perhaps loved him even more than she did Marcus. She could not claim to have understood what it felt like to have a guardian until her angel, Marcus, joined Six Hounds. The group had raided her childhood commune, slaying all resistance and taking away their children to raise as their own. Ramona had watched through her trembling fingers as her parents were savaged to death before their killers whisked her away onto a wagon to be taken to their own base. Mercenaries, she’d come to learn of their profession. Killing was simply what they did and, whilst she’d protest for some gruelling few months, eventually she began to see through the trauma of what she’d faced and come to learn of what they had to offer for her.

She truly believed that they could shape her into a survivor. A woman who would survive this new world because that would have made her parents proud, right? Instead of biting the hand that fed her, she’d will herself to appreciate its twistedness. That was at least until Marcus could snap her out of her dark reverie. Trained as a monster, she no longer had to do so at the command of the people who had betrayed her before they had even learned of her name. Ramona had learned through Marcus that never again did they need to yield to a group so barbaric, a group that was not based upon loyalty but was built upon their fear.

She was only a child.

Whilst she wanted to clock Magnus in the jaw at the best of times, she knew that he would be the most capable of leaders. After all, he was more like her than she was willing to ever admit. He would look out for her in the same way as he would look out for Marcus. In the same way Marcus looked out for her, and in the same way Ramona would look out for Magnus. Together, wherever one went, the rest would follow. And it proved the fruit of their labours was as enjoyable as she had hoped. The life she led was so liberating, even whilst she still surrendered to an iron fist. She supposed old habits die hard, but Magnus’ reign sure beat their old life with Six Hounds. Here, at least she felt as if her thoughts would be acknowledged by Magnus. A friend, not just a leader to serve.

At the market, Ramona idly flicked through a couple of fabrics, seemingly recycled to be used as blankets, or perhaps a shawl. Nothing particularly caught her eye — in fact, she was not on the hunt for anything in particular as it was. This was solely an opportunity to creep into the more civilised side of Vice World, admire the treasure of a place that Magnus had taken a hold of. A woman at the stall gave Ramona a sweet smile, Ramona returning with a somewhat insincere quirk of her lips, nose crinkling ever-so-slightly before her eyes diverted back to the fabrics that she was toying with on the table. She dreamed of massacres and red, not whatever pretty colour was in vogue for the season. Sucking air through her teeth, Ramona looked away, her gaze instead landing on Magnus as he made his entrance into the market area. It was not difficult for him to catch people’s attention, the way crowds stilled somewhat, as if they were eager — or scared — in anticipation for his next words.

❝ Never saw you the kind of man to enjoy a shopping spree. ❞ Ramona provoked playfully with a deadpan quirk of the brow, approaching with slow, carefree steps. Perhaps there were people out there treading on eggshells around Magnus, anticipating that one day he  would erupt and that would be the end of them, but Ramona was brazen. Cocky. Like brother and sister, they’d squabble, but at the end of the day Ramona trusted Magnus in the same way she trusted Marcus. Indefinitely, undyingly. A very exclusive kind of trust that she seldom shared with anyone else. Only the survivors of Six Hounds.   

Announcements / where tf did truce go? - update
« on: November 09, 2021, 05:06:33 AM »
tw. illness, pet death

Hey guys, I just wanted to pop in to apologise for my sudden absence. I've had quite a lot piling up all at once which has made it pretty difficult to post as of late!

So for the past two/three years I've taken care of my family as my parents are both unwell so returning to my university this autumn was difficult as I have to live on the other side of the country whilst juggling with my high intensity studies and looking out for my family. I did this last year as well, but it's just about getting used to the whole change of routine again (which I am notoriously bad at!! I am very rigid in my routines haha)

As well as this, I have been grieving the loss of my precious little doggie and for the time before his passing I made sure that I made the most of my last few memories with him.

And lastly, I'm currently unwell myself. I've been suffering from seizures and have been in and out of clinics and hospitals to figure out what is going on. Doctors have recently diagnosed me with epilepsy until they can prove otherwise which is quite a lifechanging diagnosis for my lifestyle as it affects nearly every aspect of my life, so I'm learning how to adjust.

It's been difficult but, despite all of this, BB has been at the forefront of my mind as I still have a lot of love for this place and fully intend on getting back into the swing of things! I just thought I really ought to be transparent about what is happening in my life currently as I left you guys high and dry and I sincerely apologise for that.

I'm always here to plot/chat with everyone and would love to jump back into everything as soon as possible! Love you guys VERY lots <333

General OOC / Re: this or that
« on: November 09, 2021, 04:43:02 AM »
ngl im def a sneaker kinda gal, though i used to be obsessed with boots for a hot minute

hmmm toilet paper - over or under?


« on: October 05, 2021, 08:47:21 AM »
petition to bring back saltlock lodge

« on: September 24, 2021, 05:12:50 PM »
Spoiler: September 2021 • show

— host or participate in a competition of some sort
— meet up with another character (friend or enemy)
competition (5 points) x
meeting enemy (5 points) x

« on: September 24, 2021, 10:24:23 AM »
ask and you shall receive besties! <33

« on: September 24, 2021, 10:23:40 AM »

— is your character religious? what do they believe in?
— does your character prefer day or night or something else? does this make them a night owl or a morning person?
— what are major flaws of your character? have they always been this way, and if not, what caused the change?
— pick a flaw of your character and write about it presenting physically.  get as creative and fantastical as you’d like.  do you think they’d be able to live with this change?

— lacuna
— ethereal
— charmolypi
— aspectabund

— start an AU thread
— meet up with another character (friend or enemy)
— host or participate in a competition of some sort
— study something interesting

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