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ashlenghost · 11 months
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SO I DREW ONE OF ME AND MY FRIEND’S STYLE RP SCENE AND IT WAS A BANGER🔥🔥
They went on a date and had their first kiss :3
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( for Sasha I miss rping as Ralph lol) Ralph groaned as he held his broken arm, he was just outside of cases and April’s place trying to figure out how to contact them. It was almost sunrise and as a wave of pain and nausea made him sit down behind the dumpster to keep himself hidden. “ Casey, April, Sasha, I’m outside could use some help.” Ralph coughed over his walkie talkie as he felt everything take a spin around him. Yup he was passing out.
Sasha frowned hearing the radio she got up feeling her way to the bathroom to grab a first aid kit. She had called April when Leo had called looking for Raph so she figured waiting at April’s would be a good idea.
April looked over to Casey. “Go get him I’ll call the others.” She looked worried as she got some blankets and warm water ready to help.
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maximalcatpossible · 7 months
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The papers had gotten out of hand. There were recent articles about sudden disappearances, supernatural beings climbing the skyscrapers, and rumors of monsters stalking and hunting people. Yet all of this didn’t compare to the personal sections of the paper.
A desperate article was put out in a rather blunt, but vague article. In bold letterings, the title read “Looking for Wife/ Mother for the Holidays”. The article stated, “My name is Alex Meridian, retired soldier, currently working as woodworker/ carpenter. Looking for wife/ mother to spend Christmas holiday with me and my five year old son. Boarding, food, and necessities covered.”
The arrival provided a number and contact information for whoever was interested, ending with “Please Save Us”. This was probably the weirdest article anyone had ever put in the personals.
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animentality · 10 months
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I think cosplay and roleplaying have always been and should always be very queer friendly activities because who amongst us has not been sexually attracted to a woman cosplaying as a very sexy anime boy, or to men dressed as 2B or in slave leia costumes or gotten very deep into a roleplay that allowed one to transcend gender and embrace godhood, and isn't it queer anyway, to want to be something other than what you were born as, or told to be, and is there a person alive who has not dreamt of being someone else anyway?
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ask-milo-suzuki · 6 months
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In the dark forest, one girl stood alone, looking around her as she gripped onto her sword, "the demon should be nearby..."
*You hear rustling in the trees, you turn to see a small black cat being prayed on by the demon you were looking for*
*Suddenly, the cat is replaced by a human girl with cat ears and a tail. She quickly and swiftly cuts the head off the demon then looks around, seeing if anyone else was around and she notices you* “I thought I was the only slayer sent here.” *Her voice is soft and sweet, She looks at you and smiles softly and shyly*
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calistefinwe · 1 year
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“Would you kindly stop interfering whenever I speak about my love for my wolf pup, Nimenel! What did she ever do to you?”
The elleth glared.
“And besides, I was talking to Erestor about her, not you, Fae!”
@luthriel-tinuviel
"You would act the same way if you got reminded of bad memories from something or someone if you look at something" Fae grumbled as he leaned against the desk which Erestor was sat behind.
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melamemea · 10 months
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❤️ i'm okay with dropping ships. to me, dropping ships does not equal no longer interested in writing other things. no longer feeling a romantic ship ? tell me ! let's start over ! there are so many other relations we can build up instead ! dropping a ship with me does not mean i will think badly of you, sometimes we lose muse for ships and that's okay ! ❤️
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chateau-thalion · 1 year
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“Your lovely red wine and please!”
Lúthriel sighed and rested her head on the table - feeling rather empty today. She tried to work up her courage and talk to a certain councilor - however it didn't exactly go as planned.
“Am going to end up alone and old. . .”
Thalion took a glass and a bottle and poured Lúthriel some wine and then placed the bottle in front of her head
"You look like you need the whole bottle instead of the glass" Thalion said placing the glass in front of Aerdis and wacking his hand stopping the winged man from grabbing his own bottle.
"wanna talk about it, I am sure you won't end up alone and old" Thalion said as he placed the Tankard away and got the next one to clean.
"And please for the love of Eru do not go to Faeron about love advice take it here if you have to get it from one of us Faeron will just tell you to challenge him to confess to you and if he doesn't act really really mean or ignore him until they do, i don't think he knows how love works, we should ask Valkor for the confession story between them" Thalion said
"But I am getting sidetracked whats the problem why what happened to make you think that, I can't read your body and derive an answer from it on my own like Faeron" Thalion said
•*~ @luthriel-tinuviel ~*•
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memendoemori · 2 months
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Currently: riding the dopamine high the day after starting a campaign I'm tentatively calling "The Gang Solves My Reality Eater Puzzle"
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“You should not be this deep in the forest alone.”
Quildalótien said as she came up to the him from within the forest. She smiled softly at him holding back a little smirk.
@quiet-flower-wonderlings
"This forest Is far from dangerous at least to me, I should be saying that to you" Varyano replied looking down to her as she came up to him he raised an eyebrow
"Or do you just want an excuse to join me because we are both alone this deep in the forest" Varya questioned to her as he carried on walking further within the forest
"A dead man can't exactly die again easily can he" Varya said turning and walking backwards facing her
"Besides, i'm not exactly physical go on hit me it will pass right through me" Varya said stopping and holding his head down for her to hit
"You will not hurt me I promise" Varya said
"You have my permission to slap me as hard as you can if you would like to" Varya said
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cassius-blackwood · 6 days
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[ Closed RP ]
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Cassius Blackwood, a 5th Year Slytherin student, was seated by himself on a marble bench in the main courtyard, located beneath the grand oak tree. Sitting on the bench next to him was a large frozen coffee, topped with whipped cream, and about a third missing from it. He was focused on the Potions textbook in his lap which was opened to the Amortentia Potion, one ankle propped upon his knee to steady the book. The cool fall breeze stirred the minute and sporadic piles of aureate and crimson leaves; it was a silent reminder of the crisp, snowy days and cozy, hot cocoa nights that were gradually approaching.
He tended to be outside more during the spring and fall months, while the opposite was true for summer and winter time. For the most part, the courtyard was empty; Cass found solace in the quiet moments such as this, silently grateful for the time he could spend alone with his own thoughts outside of the bustle of the castle. As he read off the ingredients needed for the potion, he couldn't help the slight furrow of his brows and the almost imperceptible narrowing of his eyes. Cassius couldn't help the tinge of annoyance and, perhaps to some degree, the hint of disgust toward such a potion.
Why were they learning about this sort of stuff, anyway? And what good would a love potion be against Voldemort when it all came down to it, whether it was the strongest in the world or not? More importantly... who would WANT it to work on Voldemort?? His nose wrinkled a bit at the last thought, his disgust only growing a bit at the thought.
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In a separate part of Hogwarts, George Weasley accompanied his twin brother, Fred, as they paraded down the corridors with their usual air of mischief. Their Gryffindor robes billowed behind them as they made their way past the library, keeping an eye out for their target...
"I, for one, think it's a brilliant idea, Freddy," he chuckled, his eyes glittering with anticipation and a flicker of satisfaction. George momentarily glimpsed toward his brother, a faint grin tugging at the corners of his lips. After a brief pause, he leaned in a fraction and went on a bit more theatrically, "Think Filch will finally go mad? Will it be his last breaking point, never to be heard from again?"
Fred shot George a playful sidelong glance, his eyes narrowed in amusement. "Ohh, I think he'll be hopping mad," he responded without missing a beat, "and I'll bet you ten Galleons he'll utter every curse word in the books once he finds her, too. Shame, though - I'd love to see him running for the hills from the infamous Weasley duo." His lips quirked up into a troublesome smirk, his mind already flashing upon what Filch's reaction would be to their antics.
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୧ *·˚ ❝ Starter for @living-gems-of-treelight┆↰
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Quildalótien came the cries on infants among the roaring waves and rough. She didn’t know why she came along this way – when it was clear she should have accepted Eönwë’s offer to take her back to Valinor.
Afterall she has survived her punishment more than anyone after following her abusive ex-betrothed Turkafinwë here – she even gained back her powers Manwë stripped them off her – proving more than ever she was not tainted by oath or evil.
She coughed making her way though the rough and dangerous cliffsides – it was too windy for her to grow her wings and fly – her wings were no where near as strong as the herald’s wings. She slipped once or twice – but eventually made towards a blinding light and making her shut her eyes. Moisture collected on her eyes and she tried to adjust her eyes to sudden glow of light.
The crying made from the light – or she stepped closer, slowly and cautiously. Quildalótien gasped in shock and amazement seeing three different lights shine brightly, she wondered by she did not see it before. But what was even more surprising was the fact the light came from three different children – crying out in a feeling she knew all too well. . .
Quildalótien sighed and sat beside them, her hair dangling just above them – with a shaky breath she looked down them and then do her hands. With a deep breath she weaved her magic through her fingers with a low and soft hum - gracefully and slowly going through the motions as wisps of magic spill from her hands and weave between her fingers into the air, petals of roses and sparks of what appeared to Starlight danced above the three children – Quildalótien hoped it would be enough to make them at least stop crying, who knows how long they have been out here and while she was no expert in motherhood she knew crying at this rate was terrible for them.
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emrick-huntr · 14 days
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I'm in dire need for some kiribaku angst or slowburn rps 😞😞
Discord: quill.huntr
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thursdaysdove · 18 days
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I'm gonna a say a thing here on my main blog bc it's my blog and I can say what I want.
There are some rp confession and vent blogs I follow, and I see the same complaint repeated about how female OCs and muses are sooooo annoying and useless bc all people want to do with them is ship and rp smut.
What's your point? So? I see just as much the same thing with male OCs.
This is the same misogynistic complaints you hear everywhere else with "Woman does thing, bad. Man does thing, good." Overpowered male OC = cool and original. Overpowered female OC = Mary Sue and annoying.
Just say the quiet part out loud, folks. You are upholding misogynistic views. Stop it. People can write horny women as much as they can write horny men. Period.
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pyrasterran · 28 days
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the devil & the devil (hey that's a cool title)
Sanari w/ @artofrivana 's Ran
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maximalcatpossible · 1 year
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Nathaniel didn’t know what else to do. He had reached the end of his rope. He had bills to pay, a house to maintain, and a daughter to raise, and he was alone. He had lost his wife to sickness, and it took a role on both him and his daughter. Ever the bright heart, his daughter always tried to smile and be happy for him, even when he had late shifts at the police station.
However, a big concern occurred when parent teacher conferences occurred. His daughter’s teacher told him that not only was she failing grades, she had no friends, and she was being bullied. His daughter did a good job of hiding it such as hiding letters to parents or deleting phone messages from the school.
When Nathaniel confronted his daughter about this, his daughter told him something that absolutely broke his heart, “I didn’t want you to worry about me”. He had other worries concerning his job, keeping a roof over their head, and taking care of his daughter, but he hadn’t taken the time to help her where she truly needed it.
He felt ashamed of his short comings for the one person that was supposed to count on him he most. That’s when Nathaniel knew he couldn’t truly do this alone. He didn’t have time to be dating, let alone searching for someone. Dating sites were no help, he had tried it before to no success. That’s when Nathaniel was suggested the mail order bride program.
Nathaniel didn’t know what he was looking for, but rather someone looking for him. He was matched up rather quickly. He tried to be straight forward, saying he needed someone to help him raise his daughter, to teach her things only a woman could. He could cover all the expenses and travel.
It would take nearly a year, but Nathaniel would fly someone to his hometown. Waiting at the airport, Nathaniel questioned what he was doing, holding a sign with the name of a woman who would be his bride to help raise his daughter? It was unheard of. There was no going back now once Nathaniel saw her at the tops of the escalator. He approached to meet at the bottom, still holding he sign.
“You came”, Nathaniel told her once she was at arm’s length.
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