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Hey there! I'm Pepper (she/her - 30s). You might also know me by Siyoh or simply by Spice! Feel free to call me any of the aforementioned as I'm comfortable with all of them! I'm a writer, roleplayer, and an artistic jack of all trades.  I have a passion for screenshot photography and manipulation as well as .gif/video work.  I have dabbled in digital art in the past, but am not as active with my art tablet as I used to be and I do not take commissions currently. ♥ Below you can find some popular tags I use on my blog. They'll help you navigate my blog! I've also provided a link to my website which contains my social hub and more in depth roleplay information for your convenience!

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Paprika Pascal | Red Dead Redemption 2 RP

#pinned #last updated: 02/22/2024

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @kaiwinterson

   curtains close,  doors open.  fresh air from the lobby breezes in  &.  beckons from the top of the staircase.  when the dim lights raise,  you recognise this moment,  don’t you?  a show ends and the hive mind’s next line of sight is on getting out first.   because who the hell wants to get stuck behind the mob?  sid's no better.  consider her a caged animal,  lunging for the open gate.  and look,  for some reason she expected her friend to immediately find place behind her.  but nobody is quite as fidgety as her  ( did you notice her restless foot throughout the whole entire show?  ...sorry kai. ).  and nobody is quite as patient as her friend.  kai’s still in the stands,  giving way,  while she’s jogging up the stairs. a quick promise is thrown in his general direction,   “ i’ll get us the best seat at the bar,  yeah?  “      as though there’s any chance to counter it when sid has just as quickly vanished.   promise is upheld,  though;   these bar stools have a back and an arm rest, and she’s getting all comfy in them when he catches up.  sid spins on the swivel chair,  beaming grin ‘n all.   “  so ... how did that rank,  mister movie extraordinaire?  “  she slides him his rum ‘n coke,  quirking a brow.  theatre and films are two very different things.  but ...  still.

#why is she so chaotic #why can she not SIT STILL #constantly buzzing / overdosed on coffee #𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #kaiwinterson

[sydneyquin]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.   @kaiwintersons​      last week was…   well… ��SOMETHING ( shitty ) !     it’s been two nights since the last grimace at its thought.  shame is easier swallowed these days …  for this we thank decades of practice.  it doesn’t loom around the house of her mind like poltergeist on creaky ground.  it does influence where she takes him tonight.     sid flashes the man in her passenger seat that toothy grin.    it’s the sort that shows her youth,  when eyes cannot.   tupac sings them his california love.   it’s,  of course,  a classic… yet mostly done to make her friend squirm.  he doesn’t seem the gangsta rap kind and who else is gonna put it to the test?          “  so,   smart dude.   any guesses where we’re going tonight? “  with the wiggly brows.     he’d requested out of town.   have you noticed?   rules are nudges in the technically right  / definitely boring  direction.   at least they are in her neck ‘a the woods,  and hell—-  they’re knee-deep in the undergrowth with sid’s hands on the wheel.  

#𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #kaiwintersons

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @chlxe-granger​

   there’s one thing to say about chloe first and foremost.  she’s easy to spot in a crowd.  all legs and jawline,  high  &.  powdered cheekbones,  perhaps the most prominent figure of modern beauty sid’s seen in recent years.  young woman also carries the eyes of many,  many men;  though their gaze flickers and floats,  begging to go unnoticed.  it’s the sort of attention sid fought for most of her life,  tooth and claw,  to the height of the totem pole.  even still,  there’s a part of her that immediately sees  &.  immediately resents in toxic and embarrassing  why can’t i have that?  fashion.  the sort of dialogue she doesn’t give into these days.    this is what she gives into instead:  the second thought bubble.  that,  as sid approaches the table in the cosy corner  (  she’d have chosen the center )  and grabs her new friend’s attention with a wave,  there’s something more pressing than how many view chloe vs.  how many view sid.    what sid decides matters is that growing smile on chloe’s face when eye contact is made,  a smile that makes her think.  geez,  she looks like a different person on her day off.   with a sub-thought,  i wonder how often she gets them.         sid pulls chloe in for a hug,  but she’s never the type for hellos  &.  other such nonsense.  nose-dive into conversation.  “   just a forewarning,  i’m on the mocktail train tonight,  my love;  i’m up at four.  “  sid pulls a face,  which is quick to collapse into a grin.  “  but don’t let that stop you from goin' crazy.  “ 

#chlxe-granger #𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵.

[sydneyquin]

  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.   @kaiwintersons​

  this is the epitome of power.   sid dons sheer lace,  slithering down each wrist.  sid,  taller than most of the men here in these fuckin’ boots.  sid,  managing in spite of them,  to execute the perfect time warp.  not just once.  not just twice.  oh no,  this vampire-demon-whatever queen is a professional. she’s reaching the hundred mark.  about every kid in this place has filtered in and out of her dance corner, but none so much as wednesday and pugsley addams.      kai,  always a man on the outside looking in,  and always a man--- no wings or tails or horns tonight--- leans back and observes.  unfortunately,  sid loves this man,  which means there’s no escape from her torture.  did he seriously think he’d get away without busting a groove tonight?  like a true sadist,  sid waits until the last ten minutes of this set before reeling in her hook.  while seven year olds are jumping to the left,  sid puts good use to her power.  it comes in eye-level request with the kids more family by now.  well.  request is one word.  bribe is another.     “ go on,  get old man over here,  will ya?  ---there’ll be a pack of tim-tams in it for BOTH of you ---- if you can make it happen.  “   with that deadly wink,  made all the more deadly with blood on her face and horns in her hair.

#𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #kaiwintersons #goldenevent

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @nicholassimonjakubowski​   

love is in the kitchen.  all heart poured into hands kneading dough,  the setting of a family table,  the worship of something fresh and something beautiful in a place we call home.  it isn’t an experience sid grew up with;  mother’s attention in the evening was her work,  which will keep a young girl alive---  but not warm.  the short few years of motherhood herself?   well, okay,  she practiced it,  but not enough to hone the skill.  besides.  it’s been eight years.

   so nimble hands mock confidence.  they also take three times as long as the average cook---  an effort that throws her off the sport  &.  stacks her uber  points up big time.   but not always.   sometimes,  on a night like tonight,  sid is inspired.

    and inspiration is something she cannot shake easily.  so why not share it?

   she’s up the night before marinading the butcher’s lamb,  and today is spent roasting the veges,  now stirring thick gravy in a pot.  sid is perhaps the only one in phoenix deciding to pour herself into a roast dinner this hot summer.  

   when simon offers his hand,  she gently slaps it away.  my project,  donning barely-worn apron for the novelty of it.  so he’s settled into the couch with sunny,  netflix blabbers from the speakers,  and sid is humming that tune of the dance she’s taught her girls all week.

    it starts with the humming,  then  ( perhaps because it’s starting to smell beautiful in this apartment,  which means they’re about thirty minutes away from dining,  which means he may or may not like her food soon )   well,  here comes the familiar outlet of her stress.   she’d like to dance.  apron comes off,  slung over the dining chair,  socked feet take her to the man’s second home:   her sofa.

     here,  an arm is extended,  palm up.   take it,  says her hand,  while her mouth is all,   “  c’mon,  we’re dancing.  right now,  you and me.  i won’t be taking no for an answer.  “

#oops !!!!!!!! this is soft as SHIT #sid- girl .. #𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #nicholassimonjakubowski

[rosiebutler]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.   @kaiwinterson        last week was...   well...  SOMETHIN’ !     it’s been two nights since the last grimace at its thought.  shame is easier swallowed these days ...  for this we thank decades of practice.  it doesn’t loom around the house of her mind like poltergeist on creaky ground.  it does influence where she takes him tonight.      sid flashes the man in her passenger seat that toothy grin.    it’s the sort that shows her youth,  when eyes cannot.   tupac sings them his california love.   it’s,  of course,  a classic... yet mostly done to make her friend squirm.  he doesn’t seem the gangsta rap kind and who else is gonna put it to the test?           “  so,   mister smart dude.   any guesses where we’re going tonight? “      he’d requested out of town.   have you noticed?   rules are nudges in the technically right  / definitely boring  direction.   at least they are in her neck ‘a the woods,  and hell----  they’re knee-deep in the undergrowth with sid’s hands on the wheel.  

#𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #kaiwinterson

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @dannyrhcdes

   a bar in downtown phoenix isn’t the first place you’d think to find the best fucking strawberry sorbet in the city-----  but sid’s a local with fourteen years of experience tucked under her belt.  so it’s the hard-hitting craving she gets while wrapping up the ballet class.  the stretches in cool down never last as long as when you’ve got somewhere you need to be.   is that what this is?  a need?  jesus,  sid.     it carries an obscene amount of her attention from phoenix dance academy to match market  &.  bar.   and....  well,  can you guess the terrible news?  they’ve sold out,   a devastation that refuses to be concealed in wide eyes and grimace.  to make matters worse,   some bigot slurring on his slurs has the spotlight.   a crowd grows,  yet no-one seems to put him in his place.       you must understand-----   what happens next has nothing to do with the grief for her dessert.  sid rips him to shreds with her words because it’s the right thing to do,  obviously.    (  perhaps she goes too far,   perhaps there are too many references to how small his dick must be  )     hardly the show expected from a woman donning leotard  /  leggings  /  slick-back bun.   are ballerinas not supposed to be poised?   sid shows none of it.    once the man with tattered pride scurries the crime-scene,   she’s not totally sure what to do with herself.  it’s a fleeting feeling,  the very next instant sliding in the dude’s seat and ---  yeah,  she takes a swig of his abandoned rum ‘n coke.   what?  bad morals don’t equal bad taste in booze.   all in piss-on-his-grave fashion.

#i woke up & sid begged to be brutal x #dannyrhcdes #𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵.

[sydneyquin]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.  |   @norareed

  when she runs,  she doesn’t run at night—   &. this doesn’t surprise you!  she detours through a cemetery though…   that might.   and if i told you it’s where her daughter is buried?   the reader has left the chat,  probably.   although,  it isn’t like anybody knows.   the gravestone is hard to read 𝐈𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐒,  dust-covered in warmer months,  snow swallowed in the rest.  besides,  sid throws none more than a kiss to the air when she passes it.  yeah,  she’s got the time to stop and chat.   no.   she won’t.   not to a headstone,  at least.  but nora reed isn’t that.   she exists at peace here,  seemingly so with stretched legs,  paper-back in hand.  all of this and surrounded by graves; is she a little too content?   who’s to say?   certainly not sid in her tank and yoga pants  ( which make her ass look incredible, in case you were wondering ),   hair stuck to sweaty forehead  ( not so incredible,  but we don’t talk about it ).         “  good book?  “  questions from behind,  followed by sid’s boisterous laughter when nora is,   on impact,  startled.

#𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #norareed

[rosiebutler]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.  |   @norareed

   when she runs,  she doesn’t run at night---   &.  this doesn’t surprise you!  she detours through a cemetery though...   that might.   and if i told you it’s where her daughter is buried?   the reader has left the chat,  probably.   although,  it isn’t like anybody knows.   her grave reads  𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓,  after all,  and sid throws none more than a kiss to the air when she passes it.  yeah,  she’s got the time to stop and chat.   no.   she won’t.    not to a headstone,  at least.  but nora reed isn’t that.   she exists at peace here,  seemingly so with stretched legs,  paper-back in hand.  all of this and surrounded by graves;  is she a little too content?   who’s to say?   certainly not sid in her tank and yoga pants  ( which make her ass look incredible, in case you were wondering ),   hair stuck to sweaty forehead  ( not so incredible,  but we don’t talk about it ).          “  good book?  “  questions from behind,  followed by sid’s boisterous laughter when nora is,   on impact,  startled.

#𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #norareed #MWAH #a kiss in the air #4 u #death ment //

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @melaniegilbert​

    there’s a myriad of reasons for sid to be cranky right now.  the sun’s being a bitch today  &. glares at them in disdain,  sweat pools on her nose,  she's hanging out for this coffee date, but most of all:  they’ve been stuck at the pedestrian island for at least fifteen minutes with no sign of the glowing green man.   only,  sid’s not mad:   because her friend wears the same frustrated face.  now,  to sid,  it’s funny.  “  okay,  this is ridiculous now,  “     sid throws her hands out to the cars,  deciding its their turn.  there’s obviously something wrong with the pedestrian crossing...  how long are they supposed to stand there?  until sun stroke takes em down?  no thank you.   “ c’mon my darling !  “   one palm’s held at ninety degree angle telling traffic to stop ,  the other is held out for mel to grab,  slowing her jog so she might catch up.

#𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #melaniegilbert

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @miamurray

of all the drinks that had to lunge at the poor blonde,   it had to be a sticky strawberry dackery?  sid’s cocktail glass now miserably empty,  her features go from happy-go-lucky to complete defense mode in a matter of seconds.  the perpetrator?   scurrying away like a disobedient dog after slamming into sid and causing this scene.   “  hey ASSHOLE,  yeah,  FUCK YOU too !  “  burning is that urge to run after him  &.  deal consequence,  but that’s a younger,  less wise version of the sydney in front of them.  instead,  after flicking the rest of her drink at the retreating man in petty revenge,   the reformed woman faces the damage.       “  babe,  i’m SO fucking sorry.   here,  come with me,  we’ll sort you out,  “  hand on her back en route to the bathroom,  sid offers plenty of chance for the woman to tell her where to shove it.

#gif is her yelling @ dude NOT beautiful mia ok #miamurray #𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵.

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @owencartwright

    well  fuck  me.   what’s the best thing to do when you’re in a bar  &.  see your ex-husband you’ve narrowly avoided for years?  because you don’t want to alert trouble to your group of friends by leaving the crime scene,  but there’s a risk of reunion.  a reunion that would please none in this whole damn bar.  so what do you do?    ...   sid looks away,   swallows the last of her drink,  forces dropped smile back, and pretends she was blind the last ten seconds.   nothing healthier than denial  &.  avoid,  right?

   whether or not she’s seen the rest of the night,  sid wouldn’t know.  she gives her back  &.  not her front;  out of sight,  out of mind.  but there comes a time in every drinkers night when it’s time to break the seal.   sid excuses herself with a brush to the shoulder,  and some few words,  and comes to face the agonisingly long queue to the ladies.

    upon closer inspection,  the men’s room has no line,  and is probably vacant.  so...   “ fuck it,  “  sid mutters,  skirting out of the waiting game  &.  into the available restroom that just so happens to not allow ladies.   good thing she’s no lady.

   which is all well &. good,  until two flushes sound in sync,  as do the opening doors,  and out of each of the stalls freeze two former lovers.  owen and sydney appear as two animals caught in snare;  the same wide eyes,  the still shock.  neither the hunter,  because neither wanted this.

      “ uh---  hi... “    and why does she sound meek?  sydney quin is NEVER meek.   she reeks of it and she knows it.  desperate to convince them both otherwise,  she psychically appears taller,  straightening her posture,  forcing smile when it’s the last thing that’s natural right now.  washing her hands at the sink,  she attempts to repair first impression,  “  out celebrating?  “   be normal sid.  be fucking normal.

#i hate this keep it together grl #its literally OOC for her to be awkward AND YET ... #𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #owencartwright

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @nicholassimonjakubowski

   she wonders,  briefly,  if they come to escape the heat.  pushed by warm winds into timbre fold-out chairs.  oh,  narcotics anonymous  &.  all their fine little luxuries!  air-con,  tea and stale biscuits.   it’s not particularly positive for sid to deem the influx of sufferers all about the weather,  and none about their personal drive.    anyway,   she’s put in her place relatively quickly.  as soon as meeting adjourns,  the newbies swallow most of the session in words.  which:   is fine.   which:  is actually what this is all about. and yet...                 ---  gaze wanders elsewhere.  simon hasn’t said more than a few sentences,  which is more than sydney has...   but she doesn’t need to vent tonight.   she’s here for the company.  apartment walls close in on the lonely.      so they’re packing up their chairs,  finished with their farewells to the organisers and co.,  and playful eyes return to simon--- this time with intent.         "   two for one pizzas tonight at Heaven?  we can pick ‘em up on the way home.  "  does she sound more australian when she’s excited about food?  " don’t leave me hangin'. "

#𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #nicholassimonjakubowski

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @chlxe-granger

   some would say it’s strange.  sitting alone?   at this hour,  mothers put their fussy children to bed,  curl up beside their spouse.   once she herself was warmly situated in the equation.  but now... well, sydney has no shame,  earpods singing to her from yesterday decades.  her fingers busy the laptop’s keyboard.  ironically,  business acts as a vacation away from her brain.  but tonight?  the owner’s youth piques sid’s attention.   the woman never stands still,  handles the odd drifter with traditional courtesy,  and gives sydney the space she came here for.    but plans change.   closing her laptop shut, the brunette slips it into her bag with no intention of leaving.  never much of a cook herself,  she figures she may as well grab something before kitchen closes.         “  what’s your favourite on the menu ?  ---  i’ll get two of 'em.  “ one for sid and one for sydney.    what?  dinner and midnight snack.

#𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #chlxe-granger

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @mavxdaniels

   the red in her cheeks is reaching her ears, now.  sid doesn’t flush for flirtation,  nor for embarrassment.  but rage?   rage is something else.  the man in his forties has discarded the mcdonald’s cup at their feet,  once emptied over the academy windows.  tantrum prompted by wanting to see his kid,  a child currently twirling,  blissfully unaware in her dance class.   at least that’s what sid guesses through roars sounding where’s casey?,  fuckin’ bullshit custody, and you won’t stop me.    tomato-faced men  &.  confrontation are not to be shied away from,  not to sydney.   but the difference between putting an aggressor in his place  &.  stirring the pot is a fine line.               “ casey’s mother is picking casey up,   i’m not authorised to hand her off to someone i’ve never even met.  especially after this little performance--- and you will be paying for my windows to be cleaned.   got a problem with that?   -------  try me.  “ 

#𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #mavxdaniels #let me know if i need to change anything !