#self rp

[spring-san69]

I need other teens to do a self insert rp with sun Wukong like rn.

#lego monkie kid #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong #sun wukong lmk #self rp #discord stuff

[twtangel-arts]

So Koro and Aguri had fuked up my mind, so yall get to have this.

They are very, doomed by the narrative

#korosensei #koro sensei #assassination classroom #aguri yukimura #koro x Aguri #help what’s their ship name #they she a ship name right #please tell me they do #please #PEEASEDEEE #discord rp #self rp #Tupper bot #I don’t know #blehhhhh

[nuclearnerves]

guy vs nike

#guy #johann #nike #ocs #oc #self rp #I FUCKING MISSED THE SCREENSHOT WHERE GUY WAS GETTING JUMPED BY THE LITTLE TECH MONSTERS

[nightmares--child]

closed. @laughing-hellblazer

Dark. Dark and cold and empty were the halls of this nightmare. Pain and loathing clung to the wallpaper like mildew, peeling it up from the edges. The sick, grey light that illuminated the corridors came only from the struggling lamps above his head. Distant sounds of screams and wailing permeated the air as he glided down the path toward his destination.

He looked out a passing window to make certain he was right. A wrought iron gate in the distance, through woven metal, spelled out 'RAVENSCAR ASYLUM'. This night terror was used to be one of the dreamer's more common, feeling like a painting one passed by every morning on their way to the kitchen. It had long since faded into a nothingness of background clutter, and only though his arrival did the painting get another glance.

He knew this dreamer only through the tales in the libraries of Castle Dream -- flickers on pages in books in shelves. It was a forbidden act to him; climbing into the dreams of others outside of the castle. It was too dangerous, he had been told. There was no going back now, was there? He was almost there. The faint sounds of a mid-century ECT machine crackling with strain gave it away.

Pain was here. Fear followed. He fought the urge to feed upon it as he passed through it like a fog and into the room, lit by a single overhead lamp. Piggy. He stood at the side of the table, turning the dials with a subtle, knowing smile. Writhing on the table, ankles and wrists reddened under the hold of four-point restraints, was his target. He was younger here, in this place. Memory did that. There wasn't much time before the dream would tear itself apart for the sake of his sanity. "John..." he called as he reached out to touch the man's head, leaning down over into his vision, "John Constantine..."

#☽ the winding #laughing hellblazer #self rp #☽ the other side

[jourquet]

dean: you good? writing out angst concepts isn’t always healthy you know.

me: i’m fine.

hangman: not biting on that one, lev. what’s next? me falling off in the atlantic with no help?

dean: dude! don’t give the guy ideas. trust me, lev can pull you through lots of shit.

me: well . . . if you insist, bagman, i could put you over the air during the second world war.

hangman: it’s just less updated planes. what’s the harm?

dean: seresin, for the love of god and all the fucks — don’t challenge him. he will, without hesitation see what makes you thick and break it.

hangman: so like special forces.

dean: yeah, like that.

#self rp

[fragmented-desire]

In the midst of this silence, Vyre found herself ensnared within the confines of her own mind. She sat still, legs crossed and hunched over, in a vast expanse of crimson red, surrounded by binary code and emptiness. There were no words, no sounds, only the deafening screams of her thoughts echoing through the void. The isolation she felt was excruciating, yet her deep-seated mistrust in others created a conflicting desire within her. She longed for the acceptance of another living being. Yet, the doubt was paralyzing. Ultimately, Vyre chose solitude over socializing, preferring the comfort of her own company. And so, the silence persisted...

#Digital Veil (IC) #self rp #oc rp #tw; depression #(OOC; I'm okay! Just character building)

[cloudfurry]

In case if I want to remember my TV Prima 3008 ident self RP... part 2.

#tvprima #tv prima #prima #czech #tv #channel #texting #texting story #self rp

[tsty-brry]

#I AM SO SORRY FOR MY HANDWRITING HAHAHA #have a squishy binghe in these trying times #not binghe's trying time because do you see what im trying to do for him #would tianxi be into rps #probably #luo binghe #su xiyan #tianlang jun #tianxi #svsss #scum villian self saving system #mxtx

[gooseboimozzie]

ฮี๊ ฮ่อ ฮ่อง ฮ่อง 🦢

#self rp #โรล

[flyingsnake0]

I had so much fun watching this

#hlvrai #hl2vrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #breaking bad #breakingbad #half life breaking bad #breaking bad half life #hlvraibreakingbad #breaking bad rp

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( all of these are taken from the song lyrics from the musical of the same name. feel free to change pronouns and adjust to your needs! )

❛  remember me once in a while — please promise me you'll try.  ❜ ❛  where in the world have you been hiding?  ❜ ❛  stories like this can't come true.  ❜ ❛  close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.  ❜ ❛  and you'll live as you've never lived before.  ❜ ❛  let your darker side give in.  ❜ ❛  who was that shape in the shadows?  ❜ ❛  is this what you wanted to see?  ❜ ❛  now you cannot ever be free!  ❜ ❛  fear can turn to love, you'll learn to see.  ❜ ❛  i shall give you one last chance.  ❜ ❛  it's useless trying to appease me.  ❜ ❛  you're only saying this to please me.  ❜ ❛  if he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go.  ❜ ❛  it was an accident ... simply an accident.  ❜ ❛  why have you brought me here?  ❜ ❛  what you heard was a dream and nothing more.  ❜ ❛  i'm here, nothing can harm you.  ❜ ❛  i'm here with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.  ❜ ❛  promise me that all you say is true, that's all i ask of you.  ❜ ❛  you're safe, no one will find you.  ❜ ❛  all i want is freedom, a world with no more night, and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.  ❜ ❛  all our fears are in the past.  ❜ ❛  why is it secret? what have we to hide?  ❜ ❛  [name], what are you afraid of?  ❜ ❛  you were once my companion, you were all that mattered.  ❜ ❛  why can't the past just die?  ❜ ❛  don't make me do this. it scares me.  ❜ ❛  we'll be parted forever, he won't let me go.  ❜ ❛  am i to risk my life to win the chance to live?  ❜ ❛  do i have any choice?  ❜ ❛  i know i can't refuse, and yet i wish i could.  ❜ ❛  don't think that i don't care, but every hope and every prayer rests on you now.  ❜ ❛  you! why did you let this happen?  ❜ ❛  but can i trust you?  ❜ ❛  i love her! does that mean nothing?  ❜ ❛  the world showed no compassion to me!  ❜ ❛  did you think that i would harm her?  ❜ ❛  why should i make her pay for the sins which are yours?  ❜ ❛  this is the choice — this is the point of no return.  ❜

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #sentence starters #musical sentence starters #musical starters #rph #type: memes #( is this pretty much self indulgent because i just watched a recording of the show on youtube? ) #( ... perhaps )

[rowan-post]

RPC self-care

We all get worn down by life and often we turn to RP for rejuvenation. But more than once I've seen people on here that find themselves burnt out on the RP community itself. With nearly 20 years of role playing under my belt, I thought I'd share some of my favourite self-care tricks.

Block people. You don't have to explain yourself and 'weird vibes' is a legitimate reason. You deserve to feel safe and unbothered in your hobby space, and RP is based on consent. Just like with any recreational activity, you can withdraw your consent at any time and no is a complete sentence.

Turn off anon. This prevents anonymous harassment and gives you great insight into who to block or report if you get non-anonymous harassment.

Drop threads. I know RP etiquette suggests you need to tell your RP partner when and why, and sure, if they ask politely you can give it a go - just know that a pre-written variant of 'not feeling it' is good enough. In my humble opinion, I think dropping boring or vexing threads is everyone's prerogative and doesn't require explanation. Again, no is a complete sentence.

Talk it out. If you like the thread but things took a turn you didn't like, it's time to bring the RP into the workshop. Something like 'Hey I really like our RP so far but I'm losing my spark, can we talk about course correcting where the plot is going?'

Make clear rules and revise them frequently. I'd also advise against spending said rules excusing or explaining why you don't like or want a certain thing - I cannot stress enough how your preferences are not up for debate.

Get comfy chasing. A lot of RP is about inviting others to play over and over and over. Rejection is a part of it. See if you can't find some element of self-care in it - taking rejection well is a great skill to practice in such a low stake environment.

Notice and celebrate the good stuff, instead of digging holes about the bad. Tell your co-players how great they are. Marvel at all the hard work you put into your muses and graphics. Admire your own blog.

Stop. Take a break. Check in with yourself. Do you actually need to face something in IRL? Do you need to rest? A snickers? A walk? Don't bother with posts á la 'offline for the day' - leave your options open to reduce guilt or shame if you want to poke your head back in.

Happy writing. 🌿

#rpc #rp resources #rp community #rp #roleplay #self-care #mental health #faerypost // love letter

[jourquet]

"Want to talk about it?" Johnny held his gloved hands within his own; a comfort in the hostile world that remained in Simon's mind. An anchor in turbulence. He shook his head, breathing slowly. "No," the Lieutenant said quietly. "It makes me want to throw up." He visibly paled underneath the balaclava. Closing his eyes, even the little touch barely bearable as it was. Cursing himself for the weak moment. "Simon," Johnny spoke. No judgment to his tone; he never did. "It wasn't your fault." Hesitantly wrapped Simon into a hug. Warm tears brimmed at the corner of his eyes. "Does it matter?" Voice rough and crude. "I still allowed it━━" Palms tightened around Simon's shoulders. "You were coerced into it," the Sergeant snapped. "Using your fear of lack of food for it. Yet they gaslight you into thinking you were the guilty party. I understand Simon, I do." Simon froze on his spot, jaw clenched. "I need some space." "Yes, sir," Johnny stepped away. "I'll be here when you're back." That made a blink of a smile on his lips, "you always do." "When you've nobody to depend on, you've got me."

#about lev ! #self rp

[blackcatrph]

send  “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it.

#rp meme #rp meme starter #ask meme #rp ask prompts #rp ask memes #rp prompt #theres probably a million of these but i couldn't find one so #i made my own #this is entirely self indulgent

[cloudfurry]

In case if I want to remember my TV Prima 2008 ident self RP... part 1.

#tvprima #tv prima #prima #czech #tv #channel #texting #texting story #self rp