#fret rp

[smartylina]

Announcement from your new Empress.

Your most adoring Emperor Kuzco let me take over AND has just become my new servant for a few days. But you can still shower him in gifts and give him his morning coffee.

I can't let him be unhappy OR WHINY while he serves me. Right Kuzco?

I'm generous like that~

#Empress Malina #disney rp #Kuzco #Don't fret #he'll be back.

[mediocrenokia]

Randy you give me cuteness aggression, I hope your life gets much, much better <3

“… Thank you..?”

#“𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬” : 𝐚𝐬𝐤 #he appreciates this a lot don’t fret!! #if he could he would be blushing but alas #dialtown ask blog #dialtown rp #randy jade #should i even tag this as fanart? psssshh nahh… #i also want to test making my drawings crunchy to kinda go with the backgrounds idk tho #i may just ditch this idea and make the rest of my drawings look good

[timeless-fable]

What would you do, for answers?

Answers?

...You mean to my past, right? Or something like that. Anything that wouldn't get me killed, I guess.

#Or hurt. #I don't want the others to fret over the slightest scrap or cut on me. If I can see a loophole I'll take it. #Why ask? 🤨 #RP blog #IC

[nebulousboops]

I made one for Purey! In this one you can tell I like ace attorney too much. I specifically designed them to look like a prosecutor, but they could be a lawyer if they wanted to be.

I think I explained the "same-y colors" thing poorly, so I'll explain better here: I tried to keep the colors similar to each other with little pop to evoke the duller colors of Purey's pre-Midas design.

Purey belongs to @neth-cactus

#midas project rp #purey pérez #ami's there too #you may notice that they look kinda similar to one of my apprentice clive designs. do not fret #there's a reason for that and it's not nonconsensual kinnie-fication

[sanguistra]

I have finally finished updating my multimuse @despiour

go follow if you like villains and blood

#it is *technically* a multimuse #but because of the state of things right now #only one of my muses on there is available for rp in a BG3 verse #but do not fret #bc Nethra is the star of the show #a very good bad boy #ooc

[morningbloodystar]

hi hello can you miracle away my sore throat? talking to guests is a big part of my job and this sucks.

Oh, certainly, dear one!

It should be receding by... now. In the meantime, would you like some soup, perhaps? To sooth yourself?

Humans. So fragile... Is the rest of you quite alright? No fever?

#lucifer morningstar #dadifer frets #good omens rp

[miqojak]

they meet

in their sheep's clothing

to speak of what it means to be a Wolf

and if -

perhaps -

they couldn't be more like the Sheep Dog

#ffxiv rp #ffxiv #miqo'te #ffxiv writing #ffxiv oc #[The Jackal and the Wolf] #I have a much longer thing written about their scene but have this weird little poem thing #while I over-edit this other one and fret about it some

[3-n-a]

((Me holding y'all OCs and showing them off cuz they're just so cool and I love them.

#Ti speaks #I LOVE OCs man #even if they're a bit... need work? #not everyone can make an amazing character right off the bat #some OCs need work #and sometimes the only way you can flesh them out is to RP them #some people's OCs you see out there have had YEARS of work put into them #so don't fret if your OC isn't perfect right off the spot #I get compliments out of mine sometimes and I'm still working on them

[afreesworn]

A Couple of Bells

TW:  The post contains mentions of violence and captivity, and how a person not used to any of those things may react to such hardships. It may not be great feels. Take care of yourself and pass this one up if this sort of thing will upset you! ♥

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“I bid you dreamless sleep.”

Voices started to filter in through the darkness. Distant echoes. Memories. Something was wrong. 

“Hush, little one. We progress, as ever. You will be awake again before you know it."

Masked faces, blurred and distorted, floated in and out of her hazy vision. They were all looking down on her, speaking in muted voices. Their words swam through her muddled senses, along with a constant whirl of machinery. The cold table under her bit her skin, and then something closed around her limbs, pulling them tight. Such panic shot through her in that moment, every instinct telling her to flee, to scream. But her body would not obey. Their grip wouldn’t relent. Then she felt a wash of heat down her back.

“The injection.”

The blackness that followed was sudden. Nabi tried to reach for something, anything, to stay within the light, but it pulled her down into its endless depths. She tried to call out but no sound came. 

Heaviness choked her lungs. It tasted salty. The last vision of her mother was of a horrified face, reaching for her over the railing of the ship. The water was dark and silent. The roar of thunder and lightning that rocked the ship just moments before, was but a faint reverberation in the expanse.

Nabi floated downward; it felt weightless, sinking deeper and deeper. Would she die here? 

Then a voice caressed her senses. Quiet, as if murmured, and yet so crystal clear in her memory.

“Yara’æ?”

Nabi woke with a startled breath. Her eyelids still felt heavy, but she could feel the ungiving nature of the ground beneath her. Something felt like wool against her skin. The constant gyration of machinery in the distance hummed through the floor. She blinked groggily, her vision finally starting to clear. Her arm was extended in front of her limply, and beyond that she could see the bars.

It took a moment before it started to become clear, both in view and in realization. Metal bars, and beyond that, a white cold table. And Garlean instruments hung next to it.

Her eyes shot wide open and she gathered her arms to push herself up, only to double over with a pained gasp. Her hand reached for her midsection, and she realized that it was bare. She had been stripped of her clothes, with only a small towel wrapped around her waist.

Stuttered breaths were all she could manage, as her wide gaze lowered with a sense of dread to where the greatest source of pain was. Just below her right rib cage, there was a stitched wound. Her fingers trembled as it hovered over the site, for if she touched it, it might be real. And if it was real, she wouldn’t wake from this nightmare.

Then other aches began to register. Her left arm was wrapped in a bandage as was her left upper thigh and knee. The latter dressing already had blood stains seeping through. 

She had been cut, in multiple places, and she had no idea what had happened to her.

Nabi wanted to wake up. All she had to do was wake up. Her entire body shook, waiting, hoping—praying to any kami that would listen—that she would just wake up now.

But after one breath, then another… after ticking seconds that felt like an eternity, she was still here. Her fingers lowered, slowly and carefully over her surgical wound. Her eyes clenched shut as another jolt of agony shot through her midsection even with the slightest movement. Nabi let out another airy cry. 

Calm down, calm down. Breathe. Breathe.

She suppressed every instinct not to scream. Taking a big gulp of air would bring about another spasm. The incision was close to her liver and her lungs, so breathing, moving, it would all be difficult. That’s it, think it through. She could still move her arms and fingers, so whatever happened to her arm, it was superficial. 

Her leg throbbed. She wiggled her toes, they were intact. But her calf felt swollen and she couldn’t bend the knee without pain. Nothing felt broken or debilitated. She had to see if she could walk.

She righted herself against the wall this time, gently, and even then she had to bite back a cry. But at least focusing on the nature of her wounds objectively quieted other more horrible speculations. But if she was laboring to barely sit up, then walking would be far more difficult. 

Without reaching far, she gathered the blanket that was around her and began to cover herself. The chill of the room had stanched some of her bleeding, but she had to prevent hypothermia. And judging from the lightheadedness of her upright position, she was certain there was some blood loss.

When Nabi slowly pulled her legs to herself, she spotted a tray of food and water that was laid nearby. She swallowed thickly, realizing how dry her mouth and throat was. She was certain now that the tea must have been drugged, and anything else used after for the tests, it would leave her body drained. She would need much water to restore what was lost. She knew she had to drink something…

But she couldn’t allow herself to be drugged again. Nabi’s lower lips trembled at the very thought of ending up on the table again, unconscious and helpless.

Don’t panic. Breathe. Nabi closed her eyes and inhaled and exhaled with control. Her heart was beating so quickly that it hurt, and despite her efforts, she was still gasping for air. Think. What’s next? She just had to heal herself, just enough to at least be able to move. Then find a way to escape.

She opened her eyes again and brought her hand up, only to stare at it with growing dread. She recognized this eerie feeling of absence. She had grown accustomed to it in all those years she wore her mother’s woven bracelet. But the complete void she felt now was suffocating. Even while wearing her mother’s warding trinket, she could still feel the life around her. But here and now, she felt as if there was a thick film that wasn’t letting anything in. She couldn’t sense any aether. The songs that always surrounded her were silent. 

That was when she spotted the weighty metal shackle locked around her ankle. It resembled the collars that were used beneath the mountain.

Such a sense of hopelessness struck her at that moment. A sudden sob choked her breath, and her vision began to blur with a welling of tears. Her insides hurt, but it was the gaping pit of despair within that was starting to overwhelm everything. In spite of the pain, she curled her legs to her chest and buried her face behind them, whimpers coming more freely. She wanted to curl up and cry, cry until this nightmare was over.

“Is that it then…?” It was the same voice that had woken her from her darkness. It echoed from somewhere deep in her memory. Raspy. Weak. But still with an unbending sense of will. “You lasted… what… couple of bells?”

Nabi had no answer. She shook her head, heated tears dotting her bare torso. She had Anchor then to fight for. He had been there with her beneath the mountain. Now, she felt completely alone and powerless. 

“Mister North has assured us he would be there, and I know Ghoa to be quite capable too. As we both have seen.” This time it was her own voice chiming in. “We are being careful.”

If it wasn’t for the growing pain overwriting her senses, Nabi would have felt the sting of humility and shame. How they thought they had readied themselves, how she thought her agreeing to the tests would gain some ground with the Doctor on mutual cooperation. That she would be able to see the signs of danger and act beforehand. She was so so wrong. Watching Estrid drink the tea first meant nothing. Was everyone drugged? As her gaze reluctantly returned to the table and the hung instruments across the room, her insides began to quiver again with fear.

I’m not alone. Nabi desperately told herself. Mister North and Ghoa will be looking for me. She once more looked to the tray of sustenance. And the Doctor is keeping me alive, for now. She fought off another swell of panic, at the thought that the tests still weren't finished. She could not, would not, let herself be drugged again.

Nabi’s fingers clasped together tightly. She grimaced as another spasm wracked her insides, her breathing becoming quicker and more shallow. She just had to hold on and find a way to escape. They would find her. She just had to hold on. She had to…

Her face lowered again over her knees and her body shook again with more quiet sobs.

#Cigarettes and Fireflies #Nabi Kharlu #Corruption Arc #Kind of fretting about posting this one #never had to put tw on a post before #But I guess we should all be mindful #ANYWAYS I am posting it #be free #both to the post and hopefully Nabi VERY SOON #right?? #RP post #FFXIV RP

[nohrsrose]

While I'll be taking the next few days off for "reasons" hides copy of FE:E right next to me I'm going to be tossing out Camilla here for the event.

Specifically for her unlike the others I'd love to get a small group going for her in the same vein as a Fire Emblem army/team. It would be incredibly amusing as well especially if you need someone to be the glue your group needs to stick together and (hopefully) make it out of this. Coupled that with her dragon actually being…dragon sized and not having a flimsy wooden axe its a match made in heaven.

Going to soft cap my event starter at 2 for now but feel free to like over as I do have no self control and will probably come to you anyway! I'll also probably slide my way into your IM's just to make sure we're on the same page and have it be enjoyable for all of us!

#isola rp ad #it's not actually here just yet but the moment it gets into my hands I'm stopping everything #I have waited months for this wild ass game I'm going insane #I WILL be doing non event posts on the side as well so fret not over those!

[madredetemor]

grace wells.

#don’t fret. i won’t hurt you. #grace wells #supernatural rp

[fastfists]

(fresh wound reaction meme) "Knucks! What happened? Dude, your arm!" He gestured to his own, showing him where it was before quickly running to his side with a cloth he picked up. "How'd you not notice this before? It's... literally bleeding everywhere!" - from Sonic (hes worried :c)

✧  Your muse has just caught sight of what looks like a fresh wound that they didn’t know my muse got. How does your muse react?  ✧

“Hm...??”

There was a quizzical look from the echidna at the hedgehog’s sudden worried exclamation. His eyes drifting down to where the other had indicated on his own being where he had been hurt, finally catching notice of the gash adorning the arm. Oh, that must’ve been that warm and wet feeling was coming from with a soft ‘huh’ in response from him.

“I just didn’t?’Onestly, not even the worst injury I’ve gotten to date.”

A soft shrug of his shoulders. There was some truth to those words as there were plenty of scars adorning him, easy to tell how bad some of the past injuries had been with how they looked. 

“Ya really don’t ‘ave to worry over it, it’s not botherin’ me much.”

Not that he thought the soft protest would dissuade the other from fretting over the injury. No, the hedgehog already made it clear that he was not going to leave it unattended. Even if Knuckles could take care of it himself.

#IC {Knuckles} #monmuses #ask #answered #Fresh Wound Ask Meme #Awwwww~ #Hope this is okay X3 #Sonic just fretting over Knuckles and he just like 'Oh' at the wound XD #The dude has a pretty crazy high pain tolerance #So less it is really REALLY bad that is his typical reactions XD #RP Menu {Thread} #Not All Too Noticeable {RP}

[clown-demon]

I'm gonna be queuing drafts, but publishing Nikolai's as I get through them. But I'm leaving this starter call here. Cross overs are VERY welcome. Nikolai can take a trip to Hell and visit some demons. Or he can just show up in Narnia. I adapt to the setting my partner is in.

#starter call #Nikolai is my comfort muse #he's the one single muse I never fret about how ic or ooc I am #I have confidence when I Rp him

[alteregozowie]

He's......very late to the party. Very. Because Mimzy decided to drag Alastor into partying with her....for two days prior.

@top-shelf-tender Husk warned him multiple times and everything. In his fretting, he even tried to convince Husk to go ahead of him.

@cannibalxroses Rosie is going to serve him as an appetizer because she'd know he'd hate that more if he wasn't the main course.

(My outfit for the ball, I hope I'm doing this right, I'm new to the timeline RP. 😅)

#blood ball event #blood ball: reply #blood ball rp #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin art #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #radiohusk #radiorose #Alastor is absolutely late #and probably hungover

[imthebentley]

//OOC - About the Human Bentley

// Ever since @puck-the-devil threatened to turn her into a human I've been fretting about what the hell a Human Bentley should look like. It's a time honoured tradition, here on tumblr, to turn non-people into people, so I thought I better have a design ready! I had some great springboard drawings from @i-likefrogs and @trainwreck-transgender-3dysporia as inspo!

I tried to encapsulate everything I think about the character: a 1930's racer, loves queen, a bit of a primadonna, crowleyish, curvy, prim but also a bit of a punk. Maybe thats just what I think, but thats what I went off!

Anyway here's the designs! Havent picked a good back yet so your suggestions on the table please.//

//anyway I'm having a lot of fun getting into Human Bentley hijinx with you lot! Thanks @puck-the-devil for making it happen!

she's a human for one night only (in rp time) and then it's back to the good ol' car life!//

//PS they are Freddie Mercury's trousers! But where did she get them, idk//

#human bentley #the bentley #good omens rp #good omens

[orionsdaughter]

"The Noble House of Black"

@a-rose-from-long-ago

Harry Potter RP / NSFW

Continued from here.

Narcissa left, feeling content and happier than she had for a while. Over the next couple of weeks, the two women fell into a pattern of intimacy and Narcissa's confidence with the love-making grew.

Then one day Narcissa failed to show up. A Malfoy house elf showed up to bring food at mealtimes, but it seemed afraid and wouldn't talk to Amanda. Two days passed, then Narcissa arrived, looking tired but putting on a brave face. She told Amanda that she'd been called away by the Dark Lord, but didn't want to talk about what had happened. They made love as they had before, then Narcissa retired to her chambers. Everything seemed to go back to normal until a few days later, a group of aurors burst into Amanda's room. They seemed surprised to find her there, but assured her that she was free. The war was over - had been over for a week, actually - and the Malfoys had been taken into custody.

Narcissa sat in her cell and contemplated all the ways in which her life had gone wrong. She fretted about her son. And she thought about Amanda. Quite a bit. The day she appeared before the Wizengamot, she had planned to plead guilty to whatever they wished her to in exchange for leniency for Draco. She was surprised when Amanda appeared.

#nhob #hp rp