#j roleplay

[jcjaybird]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒥

⠀⠀⠀┗━⊱ 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 ⊰━┛

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀mobile version

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "ᴊᴄᴊᴀʏʙɪʀᴅ"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ J - 1 0 X 1 1 1 0 0 1

A worker drone rescued by Tessa who has became very attached to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀her. Appears to be confident and self-centered.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Uhm.. hello..? Is this working..? Ah.. hello there! My name is J, short for Serial Designation J. I currently work for the Elliotts. Tessa James Elliott is my owner. I don't quite know what I'm doing with this.. I just.. need somewhere to talk I suppose. I refuse to talk to N and V, and that little creep is out of question… so yeah. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ I don't even know! Whatever. End entry."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑅𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎/𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑔 𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀• NO NSFW. NONE. EVER.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀• Please discuss with us before you injure J unless its ⠀⠀⠀already been clarrified you can (this excludes magic anons)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀• We have every right to ignore asks.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀• Magic anons cannot last longer than 10 asks unless ⠀⠀⠀discussed with us beforehand• Feel free to send us RP starters, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but be aware it can take a LONG while for us to respond

• We are not obligated to answer RP starters, RP threads, or anything

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀other blogs are @bowed-massacre and @roboticrepair

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀┗━⊱ 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 I'm obsolete ⊰━┛

[memepocalypse]

Winter Warmer

It's officially chilly season!

"Ooh, it's cold out here."

"Look! Look! I'm a dragon!"

"Did it snow last night?!"

"There's frost on the ground."

"That's the last leaf falling..."

"I've got shivers."

"I want a hot chocolate."

"Yes, I'm wearing two coats."

"Why aren't you wearing a coat? You'll freeze!"

"Can you get the fire going?"

"What do you mean the chimney's blocked?"

"I'm going to bake cookies."

"I'm shifting in to soup mode."

"I knitted you a scarf!"

"It's not a hot chocolate without a dash of brandy."

"Want to cuddle up under a blanket and watch a movie?"

"Yes, I'm playing Christmas music. I know it's Novemeber. I don't care."

"I'm freezing my fingers off!"

"Here, take my coat."

"I have a flask full of soup here."

"Hold my hand, I'll warm you up."

"I can't take your clothes!"

"Don't worry, I run warm."

"This makes me want to go skiing."

"I'm going to catch a snowflake on my tongue."

"Do you want to go make snow angels?"

"I love this time of night... before anyone disturbs the snow."

"It's so crisp and white out there."

"Let's go make a snowman!"

"I hate being cold."

[newsreporter16]

Open Post

Trigger Warnings: $u!c!d@l thoughts, attempted $u!c!d3, mentions of $3lf-h@rm, unstable mental health and mental breakdown.

January was in an alleyway. Her mind was spinning and her thoughts are all over the place. Her father has done the unthinkable. He posted a news story about former assassins of the Red Room and HYDRA.

January was at her breaking point. She couldn’t take anymore. She just wanted to end it all. She wanted to end the suffering. She sat in the corner of the alleyway. She looks at the claw marks on her arms.

January looks at her hands and unsheathes her razor sharp cat-like claws that emerged from her fingernails. She looks at them for a while. She was finally going to end it. “You are doing yourself a favor, January. Dad deserves to lose the last family he has.” She says to herself.

“He deserves to lose his only child.”

[tharett]

LOOK AT THEEEMMMM AUUGHHARHFHADRD [foams at the mouth]

Chat are we

Heh

Are we cool and fuck heavy with the furries kissing in the corner?

Should they kithJAHAHAH

[ESP]

MIRALOOSSSSS QUE LINDOSSSSSJABSHWHRV [le espuma el hocico]

Chat nos gusta

Jeje

Nos gusta y apreciamos a los furros besuqueandose en el rincón?

Deberían de besarseJAJAJAJA

[silly-string-guitar]

Zero paced parallel to a bench next to the Galaxy Express, his phone pressed to his ear as he tried (and failed) to keep his voice down.

“I don’t care, Romeo! Fix your own damn problems for once. I told you I was calling off, so I’m not coming in tonight. Not my problem that none of your other staff has a probability altering stigma for you to abuse.” He paused, cringing as Romeo’s voice barked out loud enough that a messenger cat walking past gave him a wary look.

“YŌGAI!! DYFJ! If you don't show up I'll—”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. Bye!” Zero cut him off with a dramatic press of the end call button and let out a frustrated groan. “I swear, that guy’s gonna give me gray hairs by the time I’m 30…”

Before he could finish muttering to himself, a familiar figure came into view, and Zero felt his breath catch in his throat. Seiya. Muscles-for-days, makes-profound-statements-out-of-nowhere Seiya, heading straight toward him with that effortless, genuine smile.

Zero snapped to attention, shoving his phone into his pocket and forcing what he hoped was a cool, casual grin. “Hi! Hey! Uh… wow, okay, so do we, uh… handshake? High five? I mean, not that I don’t think we’re past high fives, but also, I don’t want to make this weird…” He trailed off, his hands hovering awkwardly between a wave and a potential handshake.

[ @zero-sum-ghoul ]

Seiya raised his hand to reciprocate the casual high five. There was a clap before he suddenly decided to intertwine their fingers.

"Nice to see you too!" Before Zero could say anything, Seiya brought their intertwined hands to his mouth and playfully placed a small kiss on Zero's finger while maintaining direct eye contact. There was a moment for Zero to react, in which he did, flustered-ly, before Seiya let go and laughed. "Did that make your heart skip a beat? Or was I too forward?" He returned his hand to his pocket. "Come on, let's go."

He gave Zero a friendly nudge and walked to the express entrance. There, he stopped and held out his arm, motioning for Zero to hold onto him when they enter the express.

[the-caged-jester]

*Saltator hugs Nikolai tightly, giving him a cool shiny rock, before letting go and hugging Felix.*

"Happy Father's Day!"

(- @dancer-of-the-willows, this is definitely on time)

*Nikolai is a bit surprised, but hugs back. He happily takes the rock, grinning.*

“Aw, thanks kiddo!”

[amazingdeadfish]

In light of the new Sonic 3 movie coming out

Continuation of this post

[crepe-enthusiast]

YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO THINK CROWLEY’S EYES ARE PRETTY!?!

📚“I- UH- UM- I- they are pretty! B-but that doesn’t! I- it’s a compliment that’s all!!”🪽

[grim-has-issues]

why do these damn Europeans have such a chokehold on Audio RP?

[sd-lowercase-j]

Manor Era Roleplay for @zombied-drone-maid - Problem... Solved?

J put the wine glasses up somewhere safe and helped Cyn sit on the bed. She sighed worriedly, "Just be careful alright? If you got hurt, Tessa would be really upset"

[asktheevilgeniusesson]

chao chao! chao [heyyy metal you're the same size as me now! we can have so much fun together :D]

The robot perks and swivels its ears twords the shadow chao. Its pupils round out more like a cat being happy and slowly waves with a tilt of its head.

“I guess i an xhao sized now.. what do chao do, then?”

[newsreporter16]

The rain was pouring down hard. But it did not bother nor faze January. She kept on walking down the sidewalk. January had to get out of there, she had to leave her terrible father. She was his shield for as long as she could remember. She was always apologizing to countless people for her father’s actions and behavior. She even had to apologize to the President once!

January finally understood why her mother divorced him. Though he got custody over January, after he threatened to her mother to make the divorce public. He always made sure that he got his way on everything. Well enough is enough. January is at her breaking point with everything her father does. He forced her to be a part time journalist. She had enough of it. So she packed a bag and left the only home she knew, without a single thought.

January wandered the city aimlessly. The rain had soaked her clothes and she was freezing. She had no where to go and no place to stay. But anywhere was better than being with her father. She held her backpack closer, as she sits on the curb of the sidewalk. She holds back tears. “What was I thinking?! This was a bad idea…” January says, silently crying.

//Anyone can join

[gfthe-fearsome-foursome]

Ford, question to you: What is your opinion on FNAF?

“Five Nights at Freddy’s? Oh, don’t get me started unless you want a full lecture! It’s not just jump scares and creepy animatronics— it’s a labyrinthine masterpiece of storytelling layered with metaphor and a mystery that would make even the sharpest detectives rip their hair out! God knows figuring out the games had me in knots for weeks!"

"First off, think about the concept of survival: you’re this helpless security guard, stuck in a tiny office, forced to fend off animatronics that are more than just spooky mascots— seriously! You could take it literally or look at them as manifestations of guilt, regret, and unresolved trauma! The entire franchise is a thesis on consequences."

"Take the lore— oh, the lore!— a deep dive into the psyche of William Afton, this utterly complex character who’s not just a villain, but the embodiment of obsession and self-destruction. His crimes? Literal and metaphorical ghosts that haunt him, and us! The animatronics aren’t just killer robots; they’re the spirits of lost children, seeking justice or revenge, depending on how you look at it."

"Then there’s the pizzeria itself— it’s a façade! A cheerful place masking a horror show beneath, symbolizing how people bury dark truths under layers of fun and nostalgia. Oh, and don’t forget the sheer meta brilliance! The player, stuck in a cycle of fear and repetition, mirrors the inescapable guilt and failure of the story’s characters!"

"And the theories! Goodness, the theories! Are the crying child and the bite victim the same? How do we solve Foxy's puzzle in the employee logbook? How does the timeline even fit together? Scott Cawthon has turned this franchise into a living, breathing conspiracy board where every detail— a picture on the wall, a snippet of dialogue— could be the key to unraveling the story, or just a red herring to mess with us!"

"And symbolically? The series plays on humanity’s innate fear of being watched, of losing control, and of the monsters lurking in the places we thought were safe. It’s a chef’s kiss of psychological horror, capitalist critique, and existential dread! And don’t even get me started on the music box motif— pure genius, the way it ties time, tension, and inevitability together."

"I even started playing piano again to learn the score of Georges Bizet's "Les Toreadors"! It's where Freddy's jingle comes from— but that's not important!"

"Every detail is meticulously crafted, and the Internet? Oh, the theories there are like a hydra— cut one down, and three more pop up! FNaF isn’t just a game; it’s a modern mythos, a digital ghost story that keeps evolving, daring us to piece together the puzzle while it stares us down with glowing eyes from the shadows!”

"Oh! Uhm— sorry! I think I may have gone a bit overboard... I hope this answers your question though!"

Blank template under the cut in case anyone wants to use it LOL

[xxrobotessaxx]

Long black tentacles worm around the ice and start pulling at it.

-🗡️

The robotic Tessa watched from the second floor, mortified. "She's going to take our home, we need to go outside."

"Tessa, no, going out in the open is dangerous."

"I don't care, I'm not letting anyone take our home and our livelihood, Jaybird," the robotic Tessa insisted, she went to the hatch to the roof and climbed up, heading outside on the roof, her half-disassembly drone J following suit.

Her EMP pulse canon was ready, she waited in silence, hearing the wind and the crackling ice below.

[the-caged-jester]

My daughter? Or is she still living that stupid lie

\ @gogol-parents (post limit for four minutes)

“I don’t know anyone by that name.”

[thementallyillapollochild]

OPEN ROLEPLAY STARTER

*A child, around maybe five or six, was curled up in a ball next to Thalia's tree, hiccuping and sobbing into their knees*

*They were shaking badly, arms wrapped around themselves, digging their nails into their skin*

Do you approach them, or do you leave them alone...?