#Rp posts

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

Alright imma fucking say it

TAG RP POSTS AS RP I DONT FUCKING CARE IF IT RUINS THE EXPERIENCE FOR YOU

The amount of posts I see that I’m like “that’s a kinda weird aspec post- oh fucking wait they’re an rp blog” is INSANE

Tag your shit

[draconigena440]

Vladimir had known it was a risk and a bit of a spectacle to fly to Arendelle from Britain but he was bringing news and an inheritance that couldn't wait considering his and his brother's island nation was a ticking time bomb. So he mounted his brother's golden dragon in his battle armor and flew to his sister-in-law's kingdom to deliver the news of her husband's death. Caledonia was a massive creature so he knew Arendelle's people would likely be frightened so he made sure to land well away from the main gates and just waited for the retinue he knew would be coming. Thankful there was a mask covering his face considering he knew he likely looked as exhausted as he felt.

[ask-rolan]

It was satisfying, having such a large number of texts to organize now that Lorroakan was gone. Rolan hadn’t been permitted to view half of them until now, so there was an excitement, too, to starting to page through them, setting a few aside to peruse in greater depth later in the evening.

He’d been so focused on becoming Lorroakan’s apprentice, on becoming worthy of him. Rolan was still figuring out what to do with himself now, knowing that Lorroakan had never been his better. Maybe he could find that wizard from before, Gale of Waterdeep—he had his own tower; perhaps there was advice to be given in relation to their upkeep.

He wanted to engage with the public more, too, using the store—less in a commercial way than before, maybe more like a public library of sorts. Scrolls to buy, yes, but also tomes to view and check out, even… book clubs, or something. Rolan wasn’t much of a people person, not often, but he did like that idea. It sounded… nice.

[hoffmansri]

Vladimir tried to ignore the strange looks he knew he was getting as he walked up to the front desk of the New Orleans Police department precinct he just entered since he had never been there before and his uniform was not only army and indicated an intelligence unit but also foreign, "Good morning." He said kindly as he pulled his ID out of his back pocket. "I'm Officer Vladimir Hoffman of Romania's Serviciul Român de Informaţii. I'm here to work with Detective Joseph Miller?" He was secretly praying the desk officer was actually informed this time.

[roleplaysocial]

How to write a Great Roleplay Post!

Writing a great roleplaying post can seem harder than it really is. Forum roleplaying may seem difficult on the surface — and some aspects really are! There are certain things you can do as a roleplayer to craft a really great roleplay post — and almost every time! Give Action Note your character’s quirks, movements, body language, gestures, and so forth. Don’t overload your posts with action.…

[wallachiandragon]

Vlad was taking a rare moment to himself just after dark and was smiling softly to himself as the colony of bats that roosted near the Wall began to circle around him as soon as he came out into the estate's courtyard, "Hello my friends." He said in an older version of Romanian before raising a hand so any of the creatures could land on it.

[compo67]

difficult to write anything while you're in pain -_-

[ohmylcve]

the messier the better.

sorry you have to think a character is perfect to love them but that sounds boring i like my girls a little pathetic and mean

[unownroamingthroughspaceandtime]

[beperoncin]

habanero cookie. if tou fuck with my blog again youre genuinley grounded

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[draconigena440]

Vladimir felt more than heard the young woman his mother Igraine, brother Artur, sister Morgaine and uncle Myrddin told him about come up behind him as he was setting up what he would use as his office in Camboglanna's hospital, "Kiara yes?" He asked as he looked up and cocked his head ever-so slightly so he could hear her before carefully turning around. He was young, only twenty-three and he hoped the young Briton in front of him wouldn't be able to tell.

[ask-rolan]

Greatly enjoying my explorations of the late Lorroakan’s private library. (May he rest in fucking pieces.) Going to see about reprinting some titles with a local printer—there are others who’d appreciate them, I believe, and they deserve a good read after all these years. (I don’t think the old bastard read half of these, now that I’m looking at them myself.)

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

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