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@ labarbebleue *TACKLES* welcome back friend!!!!

1. BASICS

NAME: Sarah c:

PRONOUNS: I use she && her pronouns, thank you !

SEXUALITY:  Heterosexual/ idek anymore ! But I do feel far more aromantic??? 

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius.

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single, perpetually and blessed.

THREE FACTS:

1) I work ALL the time. All the time. Seriously. 

2) I graduated in 2014 and had my doctorate at 24 !! 

3) I have four dogs. Why four? I honestly don’t even know how it happened. I call myself Snow White from time to time, they just flock to me. Or my food, it’s probably the food. Wow that’s so sad, unconditional love my ass. 

2. EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Uhm, maybe five years? 

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Tumblr, Forums, Gmail, Discord

BEST EXPERIENCE: Tumblr, it’s where I became really comfortable at and where I prefer! But I’ve also enjoyed my experiences with forums, small though they were (the experiences, not the forums). 

3. MUSE PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE: I started with females and then gradually had basically all males for the longest time. I’ve slowly gotten more muse for my females but, for whatever reason, I still prefer playing males. Beats me!

MULTI OR SINGLE: Multi, definitely. With Bluebeard being a fairy tale, and an obscure one at that, I have a lot of leeway in what or who he’s up to. 

4. WRITING PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: A n g s t. Pls, pls. It’s my favorite thing, the soul gripping anxiety filled threads that make you just want to jump in and soothe the ache?? That’s my blackberry jam, tbh. I like fluff to break it up though, because honestly sometimes there’s 'this is good’ and then there’s ‘whoa there, way too much’. I don’t really do smut unless I’m super comfortable with my partner. 

PLOTS OR MEMES: I am far too into memes, wow. But I also really enjoy plotting with people !! Also-- if this ever happens, where I’m kind of like ‘uhh’ about a plot, sometimes it’s because I don’t want to scare you off with where my mind goes! 

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I used to hate, I mean absolutely hate long replies -- but we are talking about a time before indie. You know, in those trash rps ( confession time !! my first rp was an hp disney crossover. oh boy. if you know what dreamhouse is, come at me !!). Anywho, I like both, actually! I like starting out with one liners that can quickly grow once we figure out what the heck is going on. And I also love long replies for a plotted out thread. 

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Night, so much night. I mean, honestly the only time I will RP in the daytime (and I consider this to be anytime past 6 AM) is if I haven’t even gone to bed yet. And if that’s the case... god help my sleep schedule. 

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): uHM absolutely not!! granted, i do enjoy the finer things in life and love me some material possessions. But that is it, sir! 

Tagged by - gently borrowed ( thank you ! ) from @fcrestmaiden

( LABARBEBLEUE. )

           It was a life she could have gotten used to. One she was rather fond of – though it had taken her DECADES to have even reached this point. A hard life had taken a number on the she-elf, though she SELDOM thought of the Olden Days and the pain she once had felt.            Perhaps a lot of this had to do with the FRIEND she had made – by chance, or by fate. Whichever the cause, Tauriel was grateful for his companionship. It had taken her so long, but now she began to trust in the race of Men; even if it all started with only one Man who happened to be a forest dweller, much like herself.            She had been collecting the roots of herbs near the home she made ( which was really a hollowed out tree trunk, wide and large enough for her to live in ) – when she noticed a change in the air. Glancing up to the sky, she watched as the birds of the trees began to fly away rather quickly; and how DARKENED clouds began to roll over, causing the bright and cheerful ambience of her home to DIMINISH.

           She returned quickly to her home, though as she neared the great tree, she took notice to the Man she befriended. ❝ Týr – do you see this? Can you SENSE the change? Something is not right; not right at all. ❞

On the run for so long that Týr was not even sure if he WAS anymore, to tell the truth. Running, that is. A hermit, he preferred the gentle hush of a canopied forest to that of the loud towns and watchful stares of his fellow Men. Now he remained settled in a one room cabin built with his own two hands and a handful of clothes to his name. 

               He was not proud of the man he left behind, but that man ( and his name ) were forsaken. The chaos long behind him and best left for another time. He had not breathed a word of any of it, not even to his woodland friend. 

A stillness to the air had him pause in his chopping, the logs laid absentmindedly beside him. A chill descended then, the sky growing darker and more ominous -- this was the first in such an apparent sign but Týr had had his fair share of troubles even up to that point.