#english rp

[innovator-of-the-future]

Szukasz kogoś?

Szukam przede wszystkim postaci z Arcane – szczególnie Viktora, zarówno do dłuższych, jak i krótszych wątków. Mam kilka pomysłów o różnorodnej tematyce, ale jestem otwarty na propozycje mojego potencjalnego rozmówcy. Poza tym z chęcią przyjmę również OC lub postacie z innych uniwersów – kreatywność i różnorodność to coś, co bardzo cenię. Zapraszam serdecznie – każda rozmowa i pomysł są mile widziane!

[radiostarsz]

🎙️ LADIES, PESTS, HOSTS, AND GENTLEMEN! Gather 'round, for it's time to tune in to a spectacular radio broadcast unlike any other!

📻 independent , selective , only mutuals blog , written by 卄𝙀 𝙇 𝙇 MINORS DNI. muse , does not equal mun, please read rules. and if it picks your interest my lore.

🥩 treats ( ​🇲​​🇦​​🇮​​🇳​​🇸​ ) : @poisonedxbeauty , @widdlestwucifer

[worldofdivergent]

Welcome ♥

Welcome to World of Divergent! 

If you're a fan of the books and movies by Veronica Roth, this is the perfect place for you. Here at World of Divergent, we're all about immersing ourselves in the world of the Divergent series and roleplaying as characters from the factions of Amity, Dauntless, Erudite, and Candor. 

Set after the events of Tris in the books and the war, our role play site allows you to create your own character and explore the world of Divergent in a whole new way. Whether you want to work towards peace and harmony as an Amity member, seek knowledge and understanding as an Erudite, embrace bravery and courage as a Dauntless, or uphold honesty and integrity as a Candor, the choice is yours. 

Join us today and become a part of the World of Divergent community! Explore the city of Chicago and interact with other roleplayers as you create your own story within the world of Divergent. 

See you in the site!

https://worldofdivergent.net/

[barandiin]

Looking for RP partner [BTS]

I absolutely like any Member X Member shipp.

I rp in my private twitter, whatsapp, telegram and instagram. We can discuss about that on my tumblr dm's.

My fav shipp is VMIN!

English is not my first language, but i assure you that i can do masterpieces (not really), but thats it idk, i write poetry in portuguese (thats not relevant srry) Things that i hate while roleplaying: abbreviation (we can slang tho). Nothing more i think. ok, hope we get along, hope ur able to rp on twitter.

My twt, instagram and telegram both are @barandiin , u can text me right away if ur not on the mood of tumblr dms (wich kinda sucks btw)

[gal-roleplays]

Family RP Hunt

Hello there!

I’m currently on the hunt for some Platonic family based rps! 1 want partners who are 18+ in age, as I prefer to rp with people in my own age range.

I write 2-4+ paragraphs at a bare minimum in 3rd person. I like my partners able to match that.

I love being able to chat and work together with my partner to come up with plots that we both enjoy and find passion in!

I’d be open to working with many family/familial relationships! I’m also open to Modern, Fantasy, and some fandom stuff. And I’m open to having:

-Angst

-Fluff

-Drama

-Hurt/Confort

-and many other themes!

please send a message my way if you be interested in writing together!!

[eistcnz]

introducing Arséne 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐮. an independent , 21+ only , fandomless , selective & private original character.

❀ 25 years old Arséne, a professional figure skater from paris, france who fulfilled his dreams by becoming a world champion in figure skating.

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 : 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 the 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍, supportive parents, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌, 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗇𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 & being the son of famous parents.

⸻ ☾ he/him, 25 years old, mdni, english & german. ☽

#carrd.¹ #psd.² #carrd template.³ #mon couer.⁴

[haharuspex]

inspired by this post on twitter lol

[innovator-of-the-future]

The revolution that is coming.

Only together can we revolutionize this world.

[radiostarsz]

𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴. 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆 , 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃. 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰, 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙹𝙾𝙻𝙻𝚈? 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴��.

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[scealaiscoite]

bodyguard/protectee prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

⋆ “um, look- i know i’m only meant to be here for you in a professional capacity, but if you ever need anything i’m here for you.”

⋆ “come on, just admit it- i’m starting to grow on you, aren’t i?”

⋆ “since when does your job extend to giving me relationship advice?” “it doesn’t, but i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i didn’t at least try to tell you how much more you deserve than that idiot.”

⋆ “don’t tell your coworkers, but you’re my favourite.”

⋆ “i know it’s like your job or whatever, but i- i’ve never had anyone protect me like that before. so, uh- thanks, i guess.”

⋆ “don’t worry. i’m not going to tell anyone that my big bad bodyguard like to be the little spoon.”

⋆ “i think if you let people see this side of you more often, you wouldn’t have any need for me.”

⋆ “we’re gonna be in this car for eight hours! you’re not gonna combust if you speak to me more than one word at a time.”

-ˏˋ. actions / scenarios ˊˎ-

⋆ while the protectee is in the process of overworking themselves, the bodyguard reluctantly steps in to make them take a break

⋆ after an event that shakes the protectee, the bodyguard silently takes their hand and doesn’t let go until they’re safe again

⋆ the bodyguard gets injured in the process of coming between the protectee and a physical threat and, in a panic, the protectee fusses over them as they gingerly tend to their wounds

⋆ after overhearing a personal argument that leaves the protectee upset, a very out-of-their-depth bodyguard tries their best to comfort them

⋆ whilst trying to cheer up a downtrodden protectee, the otherwise stoneyfaced bodyguard divulges the first pieces of personal information they’ve ever given to anyone on the job

⋆ during an overnight protection detail, the bodyguard finds themselves keeping company to an insomniac protectee

⋆ one finally building up the courage to ask the other out on a date once their professional relationship is over

[nobigneil]

Neil on his RP (Received Pronunciation) accent! The Brummie accent has been voted as "the worst accent in the uk", and Neil has previously stated he ditched it "at about the age of 7" which is hilarious to me considering his twin has kept it!

Credit: cheekylilpupp

[danceofthedruid]

w/ @lepalaisdeslarmes

This new life in the Salvatore’s house wasn't as easy as Stefan thought when the first time, he saw the newborn competition between his ex-girlfriend and Yuliya, but he didn't understand it. After all, Elena has Damon, why is she so jealous about the Yuliya thing? He was free to invite whomever he wanted, he’s not her boyfriend anymore, she chose Damon, and now she shows some sign of jealousy about Yuliya ? Stefan got out of his mind when the last one came into the kitchen, where it was for drinking some blood and thinking about all that story about the two Doppelgangers who’s living now under his roof.

ㅡ Yeah sure Yuliya, that’s about Elena, isn’t it ?

Ask Stefan, but he already knows the answer to his question, the trouble between the two Doppelgangers wasn’t so discreet, except for Damon, maybe.

A normal day at Salvatore's’ house.

Things couldn’t be more awkward around the house. Sure, Yuliya knew about doppelgangers but living under the same roof as Elena was tough. Elena wasn’t the most friendly out there, needless to say, Elena almost viewed Yuliya as competition. Was she afraid to loose either Stefan or Damon? Nothing of this sort was in the elder one’s mind. But Yuliya had to do something about it. Finally heading the kitchen, she found Stefan there probably busy drinking a blood pouch. “Hey there, mind if we talk?“ her soft voice echoed the room.

[pestercord]

anytime i leave the fucking server i come back to chaos

-mod ds

join us here

[backfromtwitterforw]

Pomme's diary found in the place she was with Richas (30 first pages)

Day 117

We walked for so long, longer than a day.

Chayanne thinks we'll be safe if we're far enough. I doubt that, because no matter what threatened us manage to find my secured bunker 200 000 blocks away, and even succeded to get into my room to put its letter. Honestly, I think we'll never be really safe anywhere.

Chayanne was panicking so much that we didn't even have time to prepare stuff before leaving. I tried to talk him out ot it, but they were all already gone and I couldn't leave them alone.

At least, I had the reflex to take one of my scythe. And fortunately so.

During our journey, I had to fight a lot of monsters. It's a miracle we all survived without armor or anything else.

We weren't far from death on multiple occasions.

I'll protect them no matter what.

That's a promise.

Day 118

We could build a little improvised camp. We're exhausted from the walk we had, we don"t have alot but it's better than nothing. The most important for now is to survive.

Dapper made a small makeshift field and planted seeds and potatoeshe had collected along the way, while we prepared tools and cut wood.

Tallulah played the flute to try to confort us and give us courage. She even leanred one of my favorite songs on the flute to try to make me smile again.

We make progress, slowly but surely.

Day 119

I think each one of us has tools now. We continued to gather ressources, especially trying to find enough food for everyone, because Dapper's field is not enough. But we didn't have great success, we have to be comptent with the bare minimum. We'll try to build a small shelter tomorrow.

It's hard to do anything because we are all exhausted from the trip. We found materiel to make sleeping bags, so they will finally be able to rest in better conditions.

I'll try to stand guard and watch over them during the night.

Day 120

We were able to start the construction of a small makeshift shelter. It doesn't look great but at least we have something to be protected now.

Truth be told, I haven't slept in a few days, I cannot allow myself to sleep.

We could be attacked at any time, by monsters or by the thing that threatened us. I'm scared it may trace our steps.

On multiple occasions, Chayanne asked me on multiple occasions to share the watch during the night, but I refused systematically.

I'd rather let him rest, and watch over Tallulah during the day. He's the one she trusts the most, he needs to be there to for her, and to protect her.

But I feel the tiredness winning over me.

I fight against exhaution as hard as I can, but I can see my reaction time and my moves becoming slower.

Day 121

The shelter is almost done, I'm so proud of them. They never let themselves be overwhelmed by fear and they do their maximum for everyone to be safe. We watch over one antother and that warms my heart to see it.

On the other side, food is continuously missing.

It soon gonna become a huge problem if we don't find a solution, we won't be able to hold much longer with the ressources we actually have...

I believe it's been a week I haven't slept, I'm trying to stay awake with always being busy. As soon as I am not, I feel my eyes closing by themselves.

It's especially difficult during the night. I spend them looking at the campfire crackling and making sure it doesn't extinguish by itself. We found material to make a lighter, so I play with it to pass the time: I found out the burning feeling is particularly effective to wake me up.

I miss my parents. I miss them excruciatingly.

It's so hard that they're not here with us. I regret all the time that we couldn't leave any note, any letter. They must be terribly worried for us, i feel terribly guilty...

I hope they won't resent us...

Day 122

Dapper amost died.

Dapper.

Almost.

Died.

We were talking about the pending lack of food, and he suggested we could explore the surroundings to find something to eat. I know exploring is something he adores, and he knows better than anyone the different kinds of existing ressources, so I also thought it was a good idea.

I suggested to come with him, but i assured me I didn't have to worry about him, that it wouldn't take him long to come back, and that it would be better for me to stay with the others to watch over them. So, I accepted. I trusted him.

But he went to fight against a skeleton. Or at least, what looked like a normal skeleton, but it wasn't one; this one had an armor and was able to shoot arrows at an abnormal speed, in addition to having knockback.

He thought it was a normal skeleton and attacked. But the skeleton was stronger and knocked him off.

I ran.

I ran so fast, every second mattered.

He cannot die, not like this, not now.

If he dies, I'll never forgive myself.

I managed to find him, and I could finish the skeleton off.

I ran to him to save him, just in time.

With tears in my eyes, I asked if he was ok and why he wanted to attack that monster way to strong for us even though we have no armor and barely any defense.

He just answered that he wanted bones to make bonemill, to speed up the growth of the seeds in the field. And also because he wanted to make a bone mask for Chayanne, since he didn't have his fetish skull.

He was so nonchalant in explaining it all, as if he didn't care about being do close to death.

[hoodwinkme]

[areebianights]

I hate crowded places. I hate the nagging presence of people around me. I hate their comments and their judgments.

I hate that they are so close to me that when I speak up, my voice has no place to exist, and it comes back damaged.

I hate that my words come out just to be crushed by the melee the crowd forms.

I hate that people have the audacity to hug my body when they discard my words as if they're nothing.

Sometimes people are far away, so your voice doesn't reach them, but sometimes they are so much close that it dies before even coming out.

I like open fields, where I am insignificant. Where no spotlight is on me and I'm unbothered. Where I live for myself and am not performing for anyone.

They sometimes ask me what I want my superpower to be. Mind reading? Teleportation? And I just think to myself, Is it not possible to vaporize? To just convert into fumes and blend into the air and diffuse.

I hate that my whole being is concentrated into this form, which has an identity, a name, a face.

I can't stand it that all the qualities I hate come together and form me, and that I am on display to the world.

People want to be somebody to someone, but I want to be a nobody to everyone, so that I can be somebody to myself.

-Areeba