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Literacy: Literate-Advanced

Notes: When I don't have much to say, I might have shorter responses (I still try to keep it +15 lines, but sometimes it might be like 8)

:black_small_square: Genres :black_small_square:

Yes

Adventure, horror, mystery, romance.

No

Slice of life (fuck that bs), smutty stuff, yeah idk ig that's it.

I'm okay with bxb, but I prefer bxg.

:black_small_square: Example(s) :black_small_square:

Semi-Lit Example

I actually don't have a semi-lit example right now- :/

Literate Example

"The Male sits in the floor against the wall, surprised he hadn't had a muzzle put on him just yet as he stared out at the the other of the Asylum with a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

The straitjacket he wore made it hard for him to get up, and that's just what they wanted. He was much more childlike, even in stature, and found it near impossible to get up, especially with the guards keeping him down. They knew that he would try to tear into the flesh of the others being housed here. He longed for just a bite as he shuffles back against the wall.

How the hell had he managed to get himself into this type of a situation?? His Brother is the one who should be here, not him! Yet here he was. He felt almost useless here, being tied down and all. He could possibly get away, but he didn't want to draw any more attention to himself than he already had. With a sigh he lies back down on the ground, reluctantly staring up at the ceiling as his stomach begins to growl.

The pain causes him to whine like an injured animal as he squirms around, hoping to get out of his restraints; his blond hair now covering most of his face.

Being unable to break free he starts to growl, his anger rising. He could feel it in his chest. It hurt. He wanted to hurt someone. Sink his teeth into their flesh and tear through; feel the warmth of their crimson blood drip down his throat as they slowly die off.

Out of him and his brother, Dash was most definitely more animal-like. He didn't look it though. He looked like an innocent boy; a child even. He was only 5'2, and he despised that, yet his brother would always help him catch his meals and take care of him in times of need. Yet here he was. He didn't even why he was here, let alone how he got here.... why was he here again?"

Advanced Literate Example:

Violet stirs awake, feeling rather drowsy from the day before. She yawns and stretches her arms above her head before kicking at the bed beside hers, where another figure slept. The Male in the cot beside hers sits up quickly, snorting as he glances around the room with a drool covered face, and a sopping wet pillow.

"God, that's disgusting....." Violet says as she sits up on the bed. "Get up, we've gotta get going."

"But Vi, the sun probably isn't even out yet!! I'm still exhausted from the-"

"Did I ask for your opinion?" Floyd was cut off as he wipes his face, wincing in disgust as his slime covered hand was practically dripping.

Violet shakes her head and takes a step towards the right side of the room, trying to find something to wear, as Floyd reaches over and smears his slobber all over her a----

The girl quickly turns around, fire in her eyes as she squeezed his wrist in her right hand as he writhed in pain.

"OW- GOD, LEMME GO!!" He whines she drags him to his feet and slams him against the wall.

"What the fuck did I tell you, Floyd." She snaps as she shoves him once more, then turns on her heels to finally change.

"whAt dID i TeLl YoU, FlOYd." The Boy mockingly mutters to himself while searching around for something to wear. "Yeah, well, I never asked for you to hurt me."

"Well, you shouldn't have touched me." She says with a smirk, knowing damn well she'll do it again if need be while she begins to slide the white shirt over her head. She stands there in her bra, facing the wall as she tries to find something to wear. She hated sharing a room with such an imbecile, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She grabs a plain black shirt and slides it on. It was loose on her body, and was below her waist as she slides off the pants and pits on black jeans. "One look and you're going through the wall." She snaps as she turns to look at Floyd who quickly turns away.

"I swear I'm not looking!!" He says as his face turns red as he stares at the white wall. He groans and shakes his head, deciding it was time for he too to change clothes. He takes off the pink nightshirt he was wearing, and the white pants as he stands there in his black boxer shorts. He searches through the dresser and changes into his favorite suit, hiding all of the bruises along his body.

The two of them were spotted with black and blues, lacerations, needlepoints, cuts and scars. They always had to cover up, and quite frankly, the two were ashamed of it. It's probably the only thing they had in common. The only thing which made them feel human.

With a sigh, the boy changes his clothes, sitting back down on his bed and leaving back onto the pillows.

"What time did they want us down again?" He asks, breaking the silence as he looks up at his roommate, who was now sliding on a black hoodie.

"I'm not sure. Probably at Seven again. It's six-thirty now. We really should hurry up." She says as she sits next to him on the bed.

At this point, she would've loved to play around with him. Goof off. Just have fun. But she felt she couldn't. She didn't feel anything like a human. It was sad, really. The two felt restricted and felt that had to act a certain way in order to even have made it as far as they had. The experiments were painful sometimes, and other times more mental. But either way, they had to come out on top in order to survive.

Survival of the fittest, I guess.

The two sit in silence for a few more minutes, before Violet stands up and stretches her arms once more. "Alright. Fine!! Let's start the day. If we go now, we can at least probably make the day go faster.... right?" She says as she bounces on her feet, just raring to go.

"God- I don't want to...." he says with a frown as he sits up again, only to have both of his hands grabbed. He is then tugged to his feet, a miserable look of defeat on his face as he sighs. "Fine...." he reluctantly says, and the two head to the door to finally start off their day.

:black_small_square: Rp Rules :black_small_square:

•No Smut. You will be blOcked and rEpOrtEd. Smut is A.) Not allowed on amino, even in pms and B.) Makes this still-somewhat-innocent child hella uncomfortable.

To answer your next question, however, yes. Kissing, hugging, cuddling, hand holding- all of the fluffy shit is okay with me :relieved: :ok_hand: 🏻

•Depending on the characters, I am up for canon oc rps, BUT if you don't play the character right, I will drop the rp. I've done a few canon characters like Steve and Billy from Stranger Things, and Klaus from the Umbrella Academy, but I heavily prefer to use my OCs (They will be linked below).

•Please don't ask to rp with me, only to send a -6 line response or a one liner. If I'm going to put work and effort into this, you should too. I'm not gonna carry the whole thing. Sorry, but that ain't how it's gonna be, sis.

•As for gore...... I'm fine with some gore. Not some extreme shit like "he grabs the knife, licks it and starts prying off your toes-" wtf man, that's a nO. (That's also hella weird, but it b like that sometimes).

But seriously, don't mutilate my OC, por favor.

•I don't have many triggers. I have ocs with anorexia, depression, anxiety, those who suffer from attacks- of course, I won't do these unless you're okay with it. I'm cool with toning down that shit.

•Please don't control my character. If you do, I'll control yours and walk them right off of the closest cliff, thank you very much.

So yeet, that's all, Dearies!! Below, I'll link all of my OCs and plots. If you're interested, PM me or comment below!