((Welcome to my rp profile everyone! I will adjust aus/versions for other fandoms, but this is primarily a Jojo's Bizarre Adventure OC profile. Hope to have fun with yall!))
OC: Alma Morales, art by @icewayart
Bio and AUs:
Edit: Now introducing, canon Alma! She was initially created for an original series/universe a good couple years ago, before I knew about JJBA. I dug up her old bio, edited it, and now here it is! For the other bios, please go to "read more"
❛ i'm scared of losing you, but i'm even more scared of losing myself. ❜
Alma leaned against the beam, mulling over his words and seemingly spacing out for just a second, staring off into nothing. That is, before she produced a large flask from her bag and proceeded to gulp down its contents, as if it were scratching a severe itch inside her. She cleared her throat as she closed it back up.
"... But am I strong enough not to lose you, too?"
Whatever it was she drank didn't seem to do anything, much to her disappointment.
" you're so pure, " he says
---- does he know i'm forsaken?
🐝 * ― 𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ why did you have to leave me? ❜ ❛ how could you do this to me? ❜ ❛ i trusted you! ❜ ❛ i'm sorry, but i can't do this anymore. ❜ ❛ do you even care how much you hurt me? ❜ ❛ i'll never stop fighting for us, no matter what. ❜ ❛ i don't know if i can forgive you. ❜ ❛ i never thought i'd feel so alone, even when you're right here. ❜ ❛ please don't go, i can't handle losing you too. ❜ ❛ you were the one person i thought i could always count on. why did you have to let me down? ❜ ❛ did you ever even care about us? about me? ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you for what you've done, but i can't. ❜ ❛ why do you always have to play games with my feelings? ❜ ❛ i never thought saying goodbye would hurt this much. ❜ ❛ every time i close my eyes, all i see is the pain you've caused. ❜ ❛ why do you insist on tearing us apart when we could be so happy together? ❜ ❛ i'm tired of pretending everything's okay when it's clearly not. ❜ ❛ i don't even know who you are anymore. ❜ ❛ i need you to understand how much you mean to me. ❜ ❛ i'm scared of losing you, but i'm even more scared of losing myself. ❜ ❛ why won't you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ❜ ❛ you were my world, and now everything is falling apart. ❜ ❛ how am i supposed to trust anyone after what you've done? ❜ ❛ i can't go through this heartache again. ❜ ❛ why did you leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ how could you say something like that to me? ❜ ❛ you've always had a way of making me feel worthless. ❜ ❛ don't you dare walk away from me when i'm talking to you. ❜ ❛ please, just tell me the truth, even if it hurts. i can handle it. ❜ ❛ i don't know how to fix what's broken between us anymore. ❜ ❛ you're not the person i fell in love with anymore. ❜ ❛ just hold me and tell me everything will be okay, even if it's a lie. ❜ ❛ i trusted you, and you betrayed me. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you, it was never my intention. ❜ ❛ i've given you everything, and it's still not enough. ❜ ❛ why do you always have to make everything about you? ❜ ❛ why did you do it? why did you betray me like that? ❜ ❛ i miss you ... more than words can say. ❜ ❛ you're the best thing that ever happened to me, and i'm scared of losing you. ❜ ❛ i'll always be here for you, no matter what. just please don't shut me out. ❜
Or send ‘💢⬅’ for my muse to shove your muse into a wall.
PROMPTS FOR CARRYING/BEING CARRIED * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
Let’s see how many of us there are!
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Guys I'm begging I'm my hands and knees blease let's do some primal Alma angst, I just love writing sad feral creatures having an active meltdown.
bonus if you specify what they're licking!
(( warrior meme starter))
She had the sense to run away when she felt it. To isolate herself from people as much as she possibly could. It was like a sickness in her stomach, unavoidable but in no way bearable to let anyone else around her see or experience. But it happened all the same, in a blur she couldn't recall. Her hands and arms were still fuzzy with dark, coarse hair. Her canines still protruded from her mouth, and she held her stretched and ripped clothes over her skin as she hugged herself, curled up with her breath ragged and eyes staring into nothingness.
Because there was nothingness around her. It was a crater of ash and nothing more, when it shouldn't be.
“ i… i did this —”
What had he come upon? Sephiroth was no stranger to destruction; he had always been a destructive force himself. But this, he had never seen before except as bombs dropped from high up.
His approach was cautious, his gun raised and ready, and his eyes widened a little in recognition. It had been a beast he'd expected to find, and he was only partially correct: it was a beast.
It was also the woman who had once given him a safe space to be in for a little while. The gun lowered slowly.
Surely they did not expect him to kill a friend, even if she'd been the cause of so much destruction...
"Get up," he ordered quickly, voice hushed. "Get up and leave. Run. NOW! You can mourn once you've gotten somewhere safe!" It was the best he could do.
He could not offer her anything more. His masters would not allow it.
She well recognized his voice and had nothing but shame wash over her as she looked up at him with sad and desperate eyes. Alma's mind was teetering between common sense and primal instinct. The person in her wanted to talk, to seek comfort and and run away with him. But the animal in her wanted to simply obey, and run away from the loud strange sounds coming from his mouth.
In the end the animal won, her eyes glazing over in orange as she rose onto all fours, standing on toes and knuckles. She snarled as she heard more people coming and scampered off, out of the crater and into the trees.
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Here's the artpiece I was complaining about earlier lol. It's Alma Morales in her "primal" form as mentioned in this post. Her's specifically is about 13 ft tall, while the average is 8 to 10 ft tall. Just a slight hint that's there's a little more to her ;).
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Give this a reblog if you wanna starter where your character encounters Alma in this form! Warning for angst, tho!
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For the love of god I'm begging yall to let her go apeshit someone rp this with me pls
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The woman stepped through the door just as the last of the bodies dropped to the floor, and around him, the laboratory burned.
Professor Hojo had already fled, much to Sephiroth's dismay; he'd have liked to have torn the man's head off, and even that would have been far less than the madman deserved.
Their obedient dog had finally had enough and snapped, and he felt no urge or need to stop now.
Eyes still ablaze with the rage that came out of being sick of a lifetime of servitude, of being seen and treated as a pet or an experiment or an object, gave the woman only the briefest of glance; he did not care for her presence, but Sephiroth was not so far gone that he would wish her harm, so long as she did not get in his way. He turned, black wing spread wide, and made his way through the wreckage of the laboratory.
There were others he wanted to meet his blade.
She gave a flinch, a slight tense of her muscles perhaps, as the bodies flopped down to the floor before her. Alma had attempted to make some calls to his amulet, a week or so prior, and this is what she walked into when resolving to check on him herself. Alma was far from surprised, certainly not upset with him even though she felt like she should be. And the carnage was nothing disturbing to her.
The only thing Alma cared about in this moment, was how Sephiroth felt. What kind of pain was coursing through his veins, for him to finally burst out and bleed his rage onto everyone.
She followed him, keeping her steps light and her posture meek. Not out of fear of his wrath, but out of fear of rubbing salt into his wounds. Her eyes were soft on him like always, there was a certain understanding. It was almost cathartic to see that he finally let loose, in a way she might have done before. Well, maybe his outburst had done more damage than any she had, but still.
"You don't look like you're done..."
Her voice was just as gentle as she offered her hand, of course not daring to reach out and touch him on her own. Not when he was like this.
"What can we do to make it better? If anything?"
(()) Merry Christmas! Fun fact about Alma that came to mind: she was a super rowdy and violent teenager. She was also about that thug life. Still is. Oh sure, she was just as nice and sweet, she wouldn't fight people on a whim or anything, but much more prone to jumping and beating the shit out of people. Imagine a harajuku dressed marshmallow with hot pink braces barreling towards you at a thousand miles per minute to fucking kill you.
🐝 * ― 𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ how could you do that? i thought we were friends! ❜ ❛ the world would be a better place without you in it. ❜ ❛ don't even think about trying to beg for forgiveness. ❜ ❛ do you have any idea how much harm you've caused? ❜ ❛ i don't ever want to see your face again! ❜ ❛ i promise you i'm going to make your life a living hell. ❜ ❛ the others may be able to ignore the past, but i surely won't. ❜ ❛ if you ever hurt them, i swear, i won't hesitate to punch you. ❜ ❛ don't even try and act friendly with me. ❜ ❛ that's not a threat. it's a promise. ❜ ❛ i'm not the same helpless little girl i used to be. now i can finally defend myself against you. ❜ ❛ you lay one hand on me and it'll be the last thing you ever do. ❜ ❛ it's about time you finally get what's been coming to you for years. ❜ ❛ actually, you're not as bad as people say. you are so much worse. ❜ ❛ tell me one good reason why i should believe anything you say. ❜ ❛ oh look, it's the useless one again. ❜ ❛ i'm glad to see you're not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance. ❜ ❛ how anyone can stand being in the same room as you is beyond me. ❜ ❛ that's a low blow. even for you. ❜ ❛ unless you want to end up with my fist in your face, i'd rather shut my mouth. ❜ ❛ i wish i could be there when you finally get what's coming to you. ❜ ❛ i wish you'd never been born! ❜ ❛ fuck you! this is all your fault! ❜ ❛ have you lost your mind?! ❜ ❛ you betrayed us and still you think you can think you can just waltz back in here like nothing ever happened? ❜ ❛ no! i've had enough with you. go to hell! ❜ ❛ i want you to go and never come back. and if you do, i promise you'll regret it. ❜ ❛ do you have another clever idea to get us killed? ❜ ❛ name one good reason why i shouldn't hurt you right now. ❜ ❛ next time we see each other i won't be so nice. ❜ ❛ is this supposed to scare me? ❜ ❛ i can't believe i ever trusted you ... ❜ ❛ you should have killed me when you had the chance. ❜ ❛ come any closer and you'll regret it. ❜ ❛ you may win this time ... but i will get my revenge sooner or later. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ and you can go to hell for all i care. ❜ ❛ lay one hand on them and i'll make sure you won't ever be able to lay a hand on anyone ever again. ❜ ❛ i'm not your friend! i never was, i never will be. ❜ ❛ i'll make you regret the day you were born. ❜
❛ are you threatening me? ❜
((pov Alma is back but it's against her will, not that he knows yet :) ))
"I don't threaten," came the snapped scoff; Loki had never been one to toss idle threats by any means, and he had no thoughts to begin now.
It was rather insulting that she thought he would threaten.
"What need would I have to threaten you?"
She simply shrugged,
"I dunno. We kinda got off on the wrong foot last time we met, and I've been jumped and stabbed for less."
She tried fruitless again to yank the door to her home world again, and sighed as nothing was working. "If you could maybe see me out, that'd be great though. This thing is useless for now..."
