Posts by [Aaronic]

Hello! I'm new here, but I'm certainly not new to roleplaying. I've mostly had about five plus years of experience behind me.

Things to note:

• I am semi-advanced to advanced. And I expect the same in return. No one liners, it's hard to get something from that!

• I only do MxM, it's the topic I've been doing for the longest time. and it's the only one I'm comfortable with.

• And I'm mostly good with anything in the roleplay! Whether it be gore, horror, or what ever ^^

Here are some things I'm into fandom wise:

Homestuck
Sherlock
Supernatural
Creepypasta
Marble Hornets
Dr Who
MLP
Anthros
OFF

And here are some plots:

Brother X Brother
Student X Teacher
Punk X Nerd
Gang A X Gang B
And a few others I'm lazy to put out

So anyway, I'd love to hear from anyone~!

Alrighty! Is there anything you prefer? Or expectations?

Alrighty :3

I'll get the thread up, and then message you once it's up ^^

Aaron had shifted on his heels. The day had surprisingly went by like it was nothing. Without no quarrels with the other gang. Just some absolute peace and quiet. And frankly, he liked that peace. His gaze lifted as he heard voices call his name. Stating that it was time to head back to their hideout.

The leader stood up, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. But only the bangs, because his hair was mostly in a braid. His deep grey hair was perfectly good and slightly long for that sort of thing. His piercing blue eyes shifting around. Looking at each and every one of his group members. Proud to have such a strong and willing group.

Aaron soon had led the way, towards the hideout that they all stayed at. His head snapped back toward one of his members, hearing them shout and say words that he wish he wouldn't have heard. "Enemy gang! Coming our way!" They called.

His gaze lifted as he saw them moving along towards his own gang. The male growled in a threatening way. Adjusting the cloak he had been wearing. Making sure to keep tense and ready, not knowing what could possibly be heading their way. Aaron definitely wasn't looking for a fight, he just wanted to pull through the day without having anyone of his gang members harmed.

Mark frowned lightly at the state his friend was in. He would have probably felt devistated also if someone he loved got into a car crash and didn't survive.

"Yeah, you should see how cold it is in America. It's usually much more brutal than this," he tried to joke. To try and cheer his friend up. It was odd and just plain weird to see his friend not as happy as he usually is. The guy is usually loud and jumping off the walls half the time.

The American stepped in, looking around the dark and seemingly gloomy house. Before his deep brown eyes shifted over to Jack. The guy was messed up, probably both physically and mentally. He was glad that Jack called him up, and didn't do anything absolutly stupid. "You hungry? I don't know what you've been doing. But I know you either need sleep, food, or at least bathe," he said. Making a slight face.

To be honest, Mark never liked Jack's girlfriend anyway. Why? He wasn't too sure. He guessed he always just felt so jealous and upset that Jack was taken. But something like this made him feel bad. If Jack loved her so much, he wouldn't have bothered to do anything about it. Because he wanted Jack to be happy.

Mark let off a light sigh. biting his lip as he pondered on what to do. his gaze soon had shifted, looking all around the dark and messy room. "come on, lets get you something to eat. because I don't know when t was the last time you even had any type of food..." he said. reaching a hand up to run through his bright red hair.

All the poor guy needed was something to cheer him up. "come on, I'll even add in some cake, I know you like cake." he said. lightly pouting as he grabbed the others arm lightly and dragged him into the kitchen.

Mark wished that he could show Jack he loved him. but he should know by now that the guy was straight. he never knew anyways. the other could love him and forget all about his last girlfriend. that would truly be something. then again, he doubted it.

looking through the cupboards, he glanced over to the other. "I'm just glad you asked me to come over and help. I don't think it would have been nice to find out that you killed yourself or something..." he said. gazing back to the small selection of food.

Mark frowned lightly, knowing well that this was going to be hard. but he focused on his task to be able to do it. he didn't like to see his usually happy friend like this. because it was making himself upset just thinking about it.

He soon trailed over to Jack once he had gotten something started on the stove. lightly ruffling the others green hair. "you know, I'm curious. did you actually like her? you always seemed to have liked flirting with me. not that I mined really. because you would have seen me start to play along. but I'm really curious to know..." he questioned in amusement.

"but then again your probably still as straight as a pole. or as straight as a pole can get," he added to his first statement. Mark knew he himself wasn't straight. he liked women, yes. but he also liked men. that's where he found his attraction to Jack. by that bisexual trait.

"Really? So. Your a bisexual like me," he hummed lightly. Still staying settled by the other. Waiting for the meal to cook. It was only basically some eggs and some toast.

Once he had noticed it was done, he moved over to take the eggs off the stove. Before pulling out the toast that had just recently popped up. "But anyway, it's not like I care who your with. As long as your happy with them. It makes me happy. Now unless they really fuck you up, then that's not okay," he mused. Grabbing Jack's plate and nudged it over to him.

He gave Jack mostly everything he cooked. Leaving himself isn't s little bit. He truly wasn't hungry as much, because he stocked up on so much food before he came here. He didn't want to be starving throughout the seemingly long flight.

"Still, I can see where your coming from, but I'm probably much different than you. I like males more than I like females. For a reason I'm not sure of..." He said after a moment.

"But, everyone's different in a way," he said. Reaching up to lightly run a hand through his bright red hair. "I'm going to take you out somewhere. To where I'm not completly sure. But I am, hopefully to try to make you feel better," he said. Soon enough he finished off his egg and toast.

He shifted up and went over to the sink, cleaning off the dishes that he had recently dirtied. "It'll be fun, if you put your mind to it," he said. A soft smile soon forming on his face.

//rushed//

Mark frowned as the other gave up in eating. But at least he had eaten something. "Maybe we can just go out to a bar or something. Have a little fun. You need something to cheer you up," he suggested. Brushing his shoudler against Jack's playfully when he had passed him to grab his plate. Saving the leftovers for later.

It didn't hurt to at least have that happen. He actually was curious how Jack would act if he was half drunk off his ass. But sooner or later he could find out. He wondered if it was amusing, but then again. It was always pretty amusing to see people drunk and lumbering around in a lazy manor.

And then the cost later that night or morning is just getting sick. Mark knew that, but for some reason still did it anyway. The fans seemed to like it when he did a drunk gameplay.

"Good, this'll be fun, just you wait," he said. A slight smile soon rising up into his lips. He had a high hopes that this would definitely be a good time. All he wanted was for Jack to have fun, and to get better. It doesn't turn out well if no one has fun.

Mark finished with cleaning the rest of the dishes. Placing them back where he had found them originally before he used them. Wiping off his hands as he leaned against the counter. "Is there any place you suggest? I've never been here. So I don't know my way around," he said.

He wish he did, half the time he wish he came here often. To visit Jack and to look around st the amazing sights that there were to see. It was all just so beautiful. Shifting up a bit, he soon made his way over to the shades. Opening them up to let some of the light in. It was becoming too dark in there.

Mark had slightly winced at e light. Because his eyes were used to the darkness of the house. It seemed a bit better to have things a bit brighter. He didn't think he would have enjoyed the fact of walking around aimlessly and then stepping in something he shouldn't have.

Once his eyes adjusted to the light. He moved around, making sure nothing was a death hazard to your feet. "If we don't end up being totally waisted. Or end up in someone else's bed. We could clean up around here. Dont want you to suffocate yourself with all your Sam's that you have piled up in here. They deserve a special place in your room," he teased playfully.

Why? They were scattered literally everywhere. He had each and every one of his Tims resting in a perfect spot. Either it be shelves or book cases. They always had a place to be.

"Good, you can lead me there. Hopefully I can lead us back," he said. Shifting around and picking up things lightly. Not caring if Jsck didn't like the fact if him picking up. "You should get in a warm shower. Get yourself cleaned up. It looks like you decided to be buried in the ground," he stuck out his tongue.

"Then you should see how many Tiny Tims there are in my room. I had to by a shelf or so, even a bookcase to house quite a few of them. I swear, they are everywhere," he mused. Placing some of the Sam's down on a table.

He let off a surprised noise as he felt fingers run through his hair. Playfully swatting at his hand. "Hey there, this floof is sensitive," he fussed lightly. Threading his fingers through the hair to try and fix it. Once that was done. He cleaned up the living room. To the point where it was looking so much better.

He stretched out lightly. A light blush on his face, he had lightened the other up a bit. But not to the point where he was better. Surely time would tell. He hoped he would be okay, he hated seeing the poor guy like this.

Mark shuffled up and soon went to go fix himself up as well. Making sure he looked reasonable. And had his hair neat. Despite it just wanting to poor up in a weird way.

"I've been ready. Just chillin around and cleaning up. It's going to take me a while tomorrow. That is, if I'm not drunk and practically dying," he said. Slipping on his shoes, tugging on his coat slightly. It had gotten slightly darker, but not too much. He looked up towards the sky, whcih glowed the prettiest orange, pink, and red. He loved watching the sunset in the horizon.

He stepped outside. Glancing over to Jack, he looked so mush better than when he had first seen him. He playfully stuck out a hand. "Aren't we going, dear?" He playfully teased. A light smirk on his face. Doing everything in his power to show Jack that everything was going to be okay. The last thing he wanted was a shitty day.

"Or you just going to stand around and expect to be swept off your feet. I don't see that happening for a long time," he snickered slightly. Finding his cheeks turning a faint pink at his statements. God damn, he needed to stop. He was literally clustering himself. Rather than Jack himself.

"I'm sure your right. I cant remember the last time I've had a sip of alcohol. your probably gonna have to lug me home if I cant make it," he chuckled. seeing Jack final move forward and lightly take his hand. cheeks brightening in color as Jack replied to his comment.

damn, why did he have to be so easily flustered? he guessed that was just how he would be forever. not like he minded, it was just pretty weird. Mark kept up with his pace. falling behind didn't seem like a great idea. especially in a area he didn't know too well.

"I'm just hoping if you do get drunk, nothing odd happens. if you catch my drift," he commented over to Jack. but there was a possibility. its not like he minded. he had liked Jack originally. then again, he didn't want his friend to be uncomfortable.

Mark soon had shuffled over to a small table to settle at with Jack. looking around lightly as he listened to the conversations. looking over to Jack, he soon called over one of the tenders. who had gotten them both a drink.

he was going to pay, and he didn't want to hear him complain about that. its not like he minded paying for the other. he didn't need the stress of paying for something. he took a sip of the bitter substance. a taste that he had grown to enjoy.

the American shifted back, a light smile on his face. "gosh, this place is packed with people. didn't think many people went out to drink on a day like this. but I guess I'd never know," he mused looking around lightly.

Mark nodded his head lightly. "Yeah, that's probably true," he hummed. Taking another sip of the beverage.thinking lightly. Glad Jack was with him today. And not dead or just simply lost, and never to be found.

After what seemed like decades. Mark found himself slowly slipping away. Yep, he knew he was finding himself drunk. Great, was Jack still holding on? He probably was. And here he was, just sitting here looking like he had the most weirdest thing happen.

He just soon slumped over in his seat. Not speaking another word at all for the longest time. Unable to regain himself, mind or physical self.

"Huh? 'M fine," he mumbled. Throwing out a arm, as if to try and signal he was okay. Yep, this was completly embaressing. He would have thought Jack would have gotten drunk faster than he would have had. But obviously that didn't happen.

Mark shifted around on his seat. Before he finally moved to rest his head on his knuckles. Deep brown eyes staring at Jack lightly. As if his drunk mind was thinking on something.

The American let off a crooked grin. Yep, he felt totally wasted. He kept his eyes on the other. "Y... You know. You truly are lookin' lovely," his voice purred out.

Mark let off a light scoff. "Nooo, 'm fine," he pouted. Keeping a light hold on the others hand. Lumbering after him lazily. God, maybe this wasn't a good idea at all.

He soon fell in beside Jsck after a moment. It had seemingly taken forever, but he had managed. "D... Don't I get anything 'n return, lovely?" He purred lightly. Still keeping a light hold on the irishmans hand.

His cheeks were a bright colored pink. Eyes half dazed, keeping himself shifted close to the other. Mumbling compliments and let off other soft noises. He hated to see what Jack would say to him when he was all better in the morning.