#//this is also why i don't do ship art between muses anymore

[fatalframez]

//I always wanna chat with people ooc but I'm always afraid of coming off too eager to talk cause people don't like that, I guess

[thusaliar]

[ src. ] 🍪/ 🎾/⭐️/🐠

(got kind of long-ish so putting it under the cut)

🍪 my favorite roleplay memory - There are a few of them! One would be probably in my very, very early steps in rp back in 2011, when I did not understand what roleplay is at all, but random strangers on the internet were patient enough to show me around. It later turned into a massive group roleplay with a whole blog to moderate it (not a tumblr blog either!!), it was 2011 so of course it was a wolf oc roleplay, with a blog serving as a pack site. Another one would be returning to tumblr roleplay a little over a year ago. I've met a bunch of wonderful people since then and it practically revived my love towards roleplay in general.

🎾 what type of genre of roleplay i prefer to write -I really don't have a preference! I'm happy to roleplay anything from slice of life to horror and fantasy, and anything in between. It really depends on the muse, but if there's enough plotting or simply good vibes with the other mun, the genre doesn't matter! I'll love it anyway :) This being said I would love to explore some more general fantasy settings, you know, elves, witches, creatures alike, and magic.

⭐️my roleplay pet peeves - I can think of a few, but the biggest one would be first-person pov. It doesn't happen as often in roleplays anymore and is more of a fanfic thing, but when it used to happen it used to throw me off a lot. I could not focus or immerse myself in writing. Another one is writing with self inserts; and by that I don't mean ocs! Ocs are welcome and loved here! I'm talking about straight-up writing oneself in rp setting, which simply makes me uncomfortable due to past experiences. I had a person use me for a roleplay where they played a canon character but so divergent that it soon became obvious that they were simply writing themselves in that character's clothes. I'm also not big on bringing personal stuff into roleplay, especially when it's a thing between muns (for example one muse being randomly hostile towards the other because of something that happened outside of roleplay).

🐠why i love (or hate) this hobby - Ohoh, there are a lot of reasons! First of all, it allows me to explore my favourite characters in different scenarios, and play out things that didn't happen in canon. I love giving more life and story to characters that are just background or not well-developed in canon and developing already established characters even further, following my own, and general interpretation of them. I love writing because it's just another creative way to let a muse out other than art. I do both, and when one doesn't work I can simply switch to another. AND! I love, LOVE!! meeting people through roleplay. There's no better way to find people interested in the same fandoms and characters, often with similar opinions. I won't be able to be friends with everyone of course, but talking and getting to know people outside of it is a lot of fun and an important experience for me. The final thing to mention would be ships, but that's not really news! Love shipping, especially ones that didn't happen in canon or were impossible in canon (whether it's death or even a different world entirely). I can't say I hate the hobby, there are just days when I don't have as much energy for it; but it doesn't mean I love it any less :)

[multiverseofimagines]

Hi sorry to bother you love, may I request a borhap/queen ship please? I’m 5’3, I have straight brown hair, dark brown eyes and well, let's say I don't like my body at all. Btw I love drawing, baking, listening to music (I'm a huge fan of Harry Styles and Queen of course). I’m a little bit shy, but once you get to know me I'm outgoing and fun to be around. I’m also very stubborn and emotional.

I ship you with

Joe and John

For Joe

You sat upon a park bench in New York city. Your sketch book laid upon your lap.

Your attention had been caught by a man who sat upon the grass. He was relaxing against a tree, scrolling through his phone. He was beautiful, and definitely worth sketching.

You had been so caught up in drawing that when you had looked up from the sheet, he was gone.

“ Is that me? “ You jumped at the voice, slamming your sketchbook closed as you did so. You turned to him, his eyes wide with gleam, a huge smile spread across his face.

You wanted to run away, your embarrassment taking over. But you just nodded slowly.

“ Sorry to frighten you, I just couldn’t help but notice you staring at me-“

“ Could I keep it?- the drawing?” He asked. You thought about it for a second, opening up your sketch book to look upon the drawing.

“ Yeah- sure. It’s not my best work though.” You shrugged, ripping the page out of the book.

“Well maybe you can draw me again- some other time.” He smiled down at you.

You flipped the page over, turning it slightly away from him, writing your phone number down.

You smiled before handing him the paper, “ Yeah, maybe I could draw you again- some other time.”

Extras

Adore you has to be your guises song, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.

Your sketch book is literally just his face and body everywhere. He’s your main reference and the muse of your art.

Baking together ( especially around the holidays.) 

When he’s working on an acting project, you will constantly bring homemade cookies and cupcakes to set for the crew and cast.

Getting very annoyed with Joe’s quirks but loving them at the same time.

Joe loves to playfully tease you, especially when you are already annoyed.

Joe loves being by your side, he is your constant cheerleader and will be behind you through everything. Even when you are most defiantly over reacting, he is always there.

For John

You guys are one word; Wholesome.

At the time you had been taking over a managing position for John Reid, due to him being on tour with Elton whilst Queen was on a separate tour.

And though the guys had Paul along with them, John could tell that leaving Paul all alone with the four of them would raise hell. 

So there you were, on tour with the biggest rock band in the world, Queen. 

Every night was a new city as they embarked on a World Tour. And every night brought you the same issues. Brian had misplaced his toothbrush around four times. Roger had brought random girls with him onto the bus. Freddie demanded to stop off at every place possible to call the cats at extremely specific times.  John wanted toast, but the boys had used up all the bread. And Paul refused to help with most of it, as he also brought random men onto the bus.

On one of the days off, a very rare occurrence in their reality, you finally had time to pick up some groceries from the shoppe. The only issue was that almost all the boys had ditched out on you, except for one; John.

“ Why didn’t you go with them?” You asked, the two of you strolling the half empty shopping cart around the supermarket.

“ I have tried skiing more than once y/n. It is not my forte.” He laughed. You couldn’t help but let your heart swell as he did so.

“Why didn’t you ask Paul to do the shopping? You could have gone with them.”

“ Are you hearing yourself Deacon? Ask Paul? That’s like asking a wall to talk.” You sighed, “Plus I’m not super close with you guys, it would be a bit weird, yeah?”

There was a moment of silence before John turned to you, stopping in his tracks, “ What’s holding you back? From being close to us.”

“ I’m just- shy is all.” You admitted, avoiding eye contact from him. 

“ I understand all too well. I’m willing to be your friend though- if you let me that is.”

“ Of course.” You smiled back at him, finally giving in to his eyes. Beautiful eyes that you found hard not to pull away from.

Once you had gotten back from shopping, it felt like things had changed. You both had a desire to talk to each other and build a common ground.

Through out the rest of the tour, you both had each others backs, especially being the shy ones out of the group.

Extras 

He was so smitten with you after the supermarket. I mean, he was also smitten with you beforehand as well. His entire reasoning to come with you was based around him liking you. Roger knew this from the moment John had said no to skiing. John had been skiing plenty of times, and quite enjoyed it whenever him and Roger had planned such a thing.

The guys teasing him quite constantly about his crush on you. 

Freddie coming up with elaborate ideas for John to tell you.

But he ends up telling you by accident due to an argument between the two of you. 

One night after one of their concerts, they decided to head down to a club. John practically dragged you along, despite your many complaints. 

While at the club a girl had come onto him. It had left you jealous, leaving you wondering if anything would ever happen between you two.

Instead of being happy for him, and dealing with it in a calm way, your emotions got way out of hand, leading you to start getting real close and personal with Roger. Of course that wasn’t going to end well, I mean, its Roger.

One thing led to another and John had left the  girl in a fit of drunken anger over what he was seeing unfold in front of him.

He pushed Roger to the ground, whilst spitting perhaps the nastiest of words to ever come from his mouth. 

“ You fucking man whore, what the Christ is wrong with you?”

You grabbed Deaky’s arm, holding him back from Roger so Freddie and Brian could help him up. After they had assisted Roger in standing up, they had guided him back to where they had parked the Bus.

You turned to Deaky, anger seeping out of your body language, before speed walking to meet the others back at the bus.

John had ran after you though, and once you both were outside, it was him who was holding your arm this time. Holding you back. 

“ What the fuck do you want John.” you pulled away from his grip staring up at him.

“ I’m sorry” he cried out to you. “ I can’t do this anymore y/n! I can’t keep pretending that I don’t love you. I can’t keep watching you from afar, as if you are forbidden to me. I try so hard to forget about it, to let it go but I just can’t.” Your eyes went wide at his words. You were confused as to why he was so torn to tell you, it wasn’t as if you were taken by anyone.

“ Then what is holding you back-” You choked out, your voice lowering to a whisper. His drunken tears had invoked your emotions to spiral.

You started to talk again, airing out how you had felt, “ It’s not like I’ve been taken Deaky! Do you know how hard it is for me to sit there and watch you with these random girls every night, only wanting to fuck you to have another Rock stars name on their bedpost- When I would give anything just to hold your hand and-” Your body went still, and your mind was numbed as John had grasped you in his grip again, this time desperate for your touch and closeness, as he planted a soft kiss upon your lips. 

Idk this was shit please forgive me, I’ve been so sick with the flu ahhh.