#john: do the roleplays

[plumpstuck]

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==> A groan begins to claw its way out of your stomach. You half-wakefully pinch the mass between your fingers, feeling your empty gut complain its way around a yawn in retaliation against its un-fed state. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you roll onto your side, kicking your legs off from the bed to support your lazy stand. ==> Your knees hold you, as you hobble clumsily with your barely-conscious lack of balance. Another yawn sneaks its way past your tired lips, and you smack your lips sleepily when it's over. You can't wait until you're seated in the kitchen with the essential opener of the day under your pudgy belt; you strain your mind in absent-thought to recall what wonderful sorts of meals you could— ==> Your foot brushes up against something surprising. It's an unexpected texture. Cool, tough, and… right, your neglected pants. You feel the colour on your cheeks deepen at the remembrance of such an occasion. Just before bed, when you were huffing and puffing to try and hike them up your thighs. The effort had you winded and collapsed onto your bed, and you had nearly forgotten all about it as you fell asleep. ==> Nearly. ==> You feel your teeth digging into your lower lip— still sore with the way you tore into it with gnawing frustration. Not even bothering to lower yourself to pick up the article, you lazily kick the garment to the side of your room. You try to convince yourself that you'll find yourself wearing those again soon enough, ignoring the way you tactfully kick the jeans to the dark underside of your bed to be forgotten. ==> The groan that passes through you is nothing short of exasperated. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake all the lingering thoughts out of your head, biting back the acknowledgement of your softness as you make your ways to your closet.

Ah yes, the closet. Home to many things Egbertian. 'Something that will fit him', John hopes in a thought that he tries not to hear. However, his closet is home to another thing that he is trying hard to ignore. He inches closer. Slow, tentative, and agonizingly so. There's only so much one could delay the inevitable, and John recognized the fact. As he stood in front of the twin closet doors, he winced and bit the bullet—

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John: Take a much-needed look into the long-neglected mirror.

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==> Your face scrunches up in refusal when you are prompted to do such a thing. You admit, you had been slimmer when you last took a look at your changing reflection. You would much rather not go through that heavy revelation again. Nonetheless, you open your eyes to make eye-contact with the mirror on the inner side of your closet door.

==> You can't say you're too pleased with what you see reflected back at you. You weren't always so… soft. You didn't used to have that much of a hang to your belly, you're sure of the fact… and your thighs had definitely known a time before their default state was to intimately rub against one another.

John did a turn in the mirror, surveying his profile from the side at first, then his front. As he turned, he was hit with the revelation that his flared heart-shaped hips were no-longer getting dangerously close to the edges of the frame—

They had grown past them, unable to be contained by just a full-length mirror.

Laying eyes on his reflection for this first time in a while was… startling, he'd say that. He'd grown more than he'd thought in the time since his last momentary glance in the mirror. John pouts, before throwing his head to his hands in frustration. At the very least, he could cover his eyes and continue to avoid a truth that follows.

There's a point where he can't keep running from his troubles though— it's found where his belly creases over himself and grants him a modesty that wouldn't be granted to a slimmer frame, it's found when he can't get up from bed on his first attempt, it's found when he can't seem to stifle his hunger for long enough to get through—

==> Your stomach rumbles and you move your hands from their hold on your face to clutch your angry stomach. You press into it, a desperate attempt to quell its anger. Your gut hangs and oozes between your fingers as you can't help but eye it through a bashful and shameful stare in the mirror.

— a single thought.

He can't seem to stifle his hunger for long enough to get through a single thought.

[genericpuff]

when you got that one local buddy who's super chill except for the three times a year he posts some brain dead conspiracy theory on facebook and you're reminded "oh yeah this guy's a loser, actually"

seriously trying to 'prove' that hurricane helene and milton are some artificial creation of the biden administration not only reeks of the privilege of having never been a victim of natural disasters before, but reeks of your stanky ass brainrot from spending WAY too much fucking time in the deepest pits of 4chan, please for the love of god take a shower and go outside

[chessb0r3d]

i cracked the code.

[mentat2gh0ul]

I want to write Hancock being a tender yet freaky little shit and y'all want him so let's help each other out.

[consult-sherlockholmes]

Sherlock banging out the tunes on the violin (April 13, 2024)

[tactiletelekonesis]

thinking about how when i was younger, the only interaction i had with the homestuck fandom, despite reading it in its heyday, was when i would go to msparp.com or whatever it was called and roleplay as dave, set it so i only ever matched with people roleplaying as john, and i would start every conversation with the lyrics to No Air by Jordan Sparks, but spelling air as heir

“tell me how to breathe with no heir” was my starter Every. Single. Time. and i would rarely get past that point because people would either catch on and not wanna deal with my bullshit or they would think i was just ooc off the bat but when i did get to go further with it i was hilariously bad at keeping up the bit, i was not committed to the bit at all, and im bad at improv so it was just a sad-in-the-moment but funny-in-hindsight attempt at trolling people through roleplay

[thescienceofdeductionblogs]

do you comfort John during his ptsd episodes?

I play the violin when he's having nightmares, most likely because of his ptsd. He calms down when I play. I suppose that could be considered as comforting him.

-SH

[seeingstarzz]

Homestuck roleplay server in 2024? Insane

me and my friends have a real totally cool homestuck server and we do a little rp.. we r cool and nice and u should join PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE ill give u 1 dollar if u join (not guaranteed)

PLEASE JOiN LMAO

first pic made by @kingoftheboooterflies

[unicornsaures]

im bad at advertising idk but my moot made an amrev rp server and you guys should join!!!

Currently, the taken rolls include: Laurens, Hamilton, Burr, Washington, and Robert Troup!

pls join guys

[ghostpaynes]

Getting a bit emotional thinking of Rama and Larry and how clingy to each other they are. Like they touch each other so much. It is technically what helped Rama rematerilize himself. Neither of them have had touch in a very long time probably. (Larry with his radiation and Rama with being captive.) and sometimes it's like small like holding hands and pulling on Larry's suspenders and it's so simple but so sweet and important espically with the vibe John gave of and John being really the only other person Larry has loved.

[voxmilia]

Her giggles come unbidden, brought about by an idle thought and hastened with the fizz of the seltzer in her Singapore Sling. She presses the cards to her face, nearly leaves lipstick stands on her full house before resurfacing. "Sorry, sorry, a funny thought just came to me," she explains through her chuckles. "Before we were going steady, Beej let me guess what his name meant, and the very first name I tried, you'll never guess." She doesn't give them a chance to, giggles increasing as she leans over and squeezes Hawkeye's hand. "Benjamin John! How funny is it that in the end, I got a Benjamin and a John after all, hey?" (X)

happy holidays and happy new year to my best friend, @remyfire!! A small little moodboard for my favorite quad in the world with the silliest name, McPunnihawk. Thank you for letting me play in the Some Things Are Evergreen sandbox with you!

[plumpstuck]

John: Introduce yourself.

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==>  Your name is JOHN EGBERT.  You've always been a bit on the THICKER side, even before your father developed an obsession with baking and the like.  Not you nor anyone else would ever describe you as FAT, but you were more than known to be on the PLUMPER side of the scale.

==>  However, having grow up in an environment surrounded by baked goods with little to stop you from indulging... needless to say, indulge you did.  In addition to your round starting frame, you had put on at least a bit of weight under the coddling care of your dear dad.  The consumption of cake to an excess has put its mental toll on you— the moment your taste-buds grew sick of the over-exposure, you had discovered that it wasn't just your taste-buds that changed.  As subtly aware as you were to your climbing weight, you didn’t do anything to stop it, and you perhaps did even less so to prevent it from increasing in pace.  Your method of coping with this predicament was passive denial and aversion to the subject.

==>  Now, you've moved out of the old family house and are on your own.  You could have sworn that these stubborn pants fit nice and snug when you'd waved your farewells to your father.  He sent you off with plenty of snacks for the road— you tried to decline, but he insisted.  You weren't just going to shoot down your teary-eyed father's generous offer, and the pastries did look tantalizingly sweet.  It took little more fuss for you to resign your refusing position with his eyes wide with pride and care.  Before you knew it, he had your broad arms full of boxes and bags of his latest baked creations.

==> ... but that was months before today.  Today, you press your lips into a thin line of frustration, trying— and failing— to hitch the unforgiving denim up to acceptable levels.  As you breathe out a hefty sigh, you wince as your soft post-starter-belly inches forwards and buds over the pinching waistband.

John’s breath was caught in his chest as he alternated between wrestling with the garment and taking much-needed moments to just breathe. Those moments were necessary altogether with his growing frustration, tied altogether by his tiredness.

He started off devoting more of his time tugging to hopefully rake the hard material up his thighs with mere moments of recollection littered in-between. By the time he had concluded such winded efforts, he had spent more time heaving and teary-eyed from those efforts than he had actually spent on those minor stubborn attempts to continue.  ‘Concluded’ is a word that tactfully avoids the truth of the situation— John hadn’t successfully finished the mundane task of getting dressed at all.  His vain attempt to clothe himself was punctuated by the bounce of his tummy as he dropped the two flaps of fabric.  Although inanimate, the gentle jiggle of his doughy lower roll of fat as he threw down the fabric in defeat seemed almost smug at his futile attempt to contain it.

A final sigh left those lips of his, now reddened and plump from the anxious fidget of digging his prominent front teeth into the sensitive there flesh of his lower lip. John slumped backwards, exasperated as he kicked the worn and useless pants off of his legs— pudgy and thick enough to be considered, as much as he'd deny it himself, fat.

"God dammit," he heaved through his chest with his face flushed dark, "Those fit last time I tried them on…"

He dabbed at the damp spots cornering his eyes, glimmering with the light caught from an open sliver of his window blinds. As his heavy chest and belly rose and fell with his weighty breathing, John tried his best to focus on anything other than his figure— a responsibility he took on by occupying his eyes with a particular meaningless spot on the popcorn ceiling.

The frames upon the bridge of his nose were slick with sweat of toil, so much that they began to slip. He lazily let his head droop to the side, soft cheek pressed into the plush of the pillow as he fell tired.

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John woke from his slumber with heavy eyelids and an empty growl gnawing at his hefty middle, his trimmed nails tracing against the flesh as his idle hand kneaded at the angry mass.

==> What are you going to do now?

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[thescarletbbitch]

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roleplay rules + boundaries

18+ strictly, have age in bio

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intro ; hi im mordecai! im 19 and i’ve been roleplaying for 6+ years (I’d like to think I’m pretty good at it.) I’m active in several different fandoms including; creepypasta, south park, marvel, dc, stranger things, homestuck, boyfriend to death, john doe, and many more. I enjoy roleplaying as a coping mechanism and love sharing my characters with people. I love expanding simple role plays to amazing and groundbreaking stories that get both me and my roleplaying partner excited to play.

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what im looking for ; 18+ i’m looking for a roleplay partner who is willing to be both a partner and a friend. i like talking about the characters, what's going on, and how the plot can progress. i would like people who prefer roleplaying on discord using tupperbox; its much easier for me than typing vaguely.

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what im looking for part 2 ; i exclusively roleplay problematic content, if that is not your thing please do not interact with me. 🕊️ is encouraged along with most taboo subjects. i can share my f-list if needed so we can see if we’d actually work out. you’d have to be okay with NSFW and possibly triggering content. do NOT push yourself to roleplay with me, if you are not down with what we are doing PLEASE let me know.

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open ; yes [4/6]

why? ; the reason i have a limit on how many people I role-play with is because I do have work and its not really accessible for me to have 20 different role-plays. I also tend to get really overwhelmed with role plays to the point where it no longer is fun and feels like a chore. so for my comfort, I’d prefer to keep it like this.

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literacy ; semi-lit to novella

why? ; because it’s just the style I enjoy. I like being detailed with my writing and constantly being forced into a script roleplay [asterisks ** or dashes - -] style keeps me from openly being creative with my writing. most times i will prefer to stay semi-literate to literate, just to make it easier for everyone.

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activity ; semi-online

why? ; work and home life take up a lot of my time. i will always warn you when im offline for long periods/i will always get back to you.

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age range ; 18+

why? ; I don’t like children.

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roleplay preferences ; cc x cc , oc x oc , and double ups are my main ship-wise. MLM ships are heavily preferred but when it comes to double ups im pretty open to playing anything. WLW ships are also loved and accepted. when it comes to ocs, if i have an oc exclusively listed as MLM, WLW, or aroace; PLEASE do not try and ship your characters of opposite genders with them. i understand if you heavily prefer one character, but im not willing to change the sexuality of a character for a roleplay.

i forgot to mention; i also would prefer that you were comfortable playing a switch. i dont really enjoy playing one role strictly, it can make me burn out

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discomforts ; anything to do with pregnancy and that’s pretty much it. mpreg, pregnancy, etc are just, not my thing. if we are doing a straight roleplay and there is LOTS of discussion, we can work something out however.

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goodbye! ; i hope you’ve learned a bit more about me and my roleplay style with this post. if you have any questions feel free to shoot me a DM as my DMs are currently open. if you find yourself interested; please like this post and i will get back to you! sorry if this post isnt super detailed, i kinda suck at writing non-character-based content.

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[johnhwatsonblog]

This blog is wholesome, thank you😘

[helenawayne-thechesirecat]

It’s nearly six pm and I JUST saw John Constantine come out of Dad’s room…

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@florence-wayne-official @addison-wayne18 @thomasbutnotaneviloneiswear @teagrayson @a-wayne-child

Y’all heard anything????

Also @that-one-gotham-kid maybe you’d appreciate the gossip?????

IM DYING

[consult-sherlockholmes]

Joyous Ides of March to all the backstabbers out there.