#rp fanart

[aluwett]

Ah.. his chicken burger fell apart... (forgot i had an acc here! ill be posting my art to here and twitt, so pls follow for more VA art n fanart!)

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

at dahil hindi parin ako maka move on sa ending ng philmytcrea au, I made this to cope. Hope you enjoy!! <3<3<3______________________________________________________

When Makisig sent his binibini back, he thought that her memories of him and his world would be erased from her mind as well which sent an odd feeling of comfort towards him. He wanted her to forget about him so she could live her life fully, happy, without any thoughts about what she lost when he sent her back. The thing is though, the mind may forget, but the heart will always remember.

She woke up in her original world crying not knowing why but as time passed, she’d dream of a place, a man. At first they were infrequent and blurry and they always sounded unclear, as if she was underwater so she didn’t give much thought to them (despite her waking up with tears falling from her eyes every time she’d dream of said man).

Slowly, they became more frequent, clearer. She starts hearing the man’s voice. The splotches of colors started forming a face, one she felt a pull towards. She didn’t know why though. She didn’t recognize the man, she didn’t remember him and yet, he felt familiar. To her, he felt warm, homely, and comfortable.

On one of her nights, she saw the man in her dreams again. At this point in time it would be weirder if she didn’t. This time though, it felt different. Everything was much clearer than it had always been. She can feel the cold water of the river she was standing in softly flowing. She can feel the wind caressing her hair. Lastly, she could hear the steps of a man slowly walking towards her from behind. At this, her head turned around.

What greeted her was a tall man with fair skin, dark ash gray hair that lightened at the tips, and eyes glowing gold like his hands and arms. The man smiled at her fondly as he shook his head before he spoke.

“I knew you’d be here binibini”

His voice flowed into her ears.

It was deep yet at the same time, it felt comforting. His voice was soft like silk, smoothly gliding on her skin yet it also felt entrancing, enchanting, as if she was staring into a blazing flame of magnificent proportions.

She knew this man.

She loved this man.

She was his.

And he was hers.

Memories of the time she spent with the man in front of her came crashing into her mind, reminding her of all the time he spent comforting her, protecting her, and most of all, loving her.

His golden eyes are filled with emotions, fondness, warmth, happiness, and so much love for the girl in front of him. Yet, at the same time, she could see hints of sadness, pain, and suffering.

“Ah…”

She thought as the memory of the event came to mind.

It was the day Makisig sent her back to her home world…

It was the day she lost him.

How did she forget?

She wants to laugh at her own stupidity yet she cannot bring herself to as the only thing that came out of her is a smile. A soft one full of joy and love that only Makisig (and sometimes Maliksi) had the privilege of seeing.

She realized she was not in control of her body this time.

“This is a memory…”

She thought as her body moved on its own, not being able to do anything but to helplessly watch the event that separated her from the love of her life happen with her own eyes.

Really, how had she been so blind to not have seen it. The way Makisig looked at her the days before as if he was going to lose her forever, as if she’ll be gone and he wouldn’t be able to do anything, as if he wanted to keep yet also let her go at the same time.

The same pained expression she can subtly see right now on Makisig’s face as they were strolling hand in hand on the riverbank.

Knowing what was coming yet being unable to do anything but watch it happen hurt her. She wanted to scream, to command her body to move the way she wanted it to but nothing happened, her body kept on walking towards the hidden magic circle Makisig made in order to send her home.

After silently walking for a while, both of them doing nothing but gazing at the nature around them while holding each other’s hand, they stop. They have long left the riverbank and are now in a small clearing in the middle of the forest.

“The same place where I first appeared.”

She thought to herself.

After a short deliberation Makisig pulled her towards a tree. The tree being the one she was leaning on when she woke up after going to sleep in her room. They sat together under the tree, just reminiscing all the memories they have made together the past months, the joys, the sadness, the pleasure, the pain, all of them.

“Ever since I met you, I received nothing but love and attention from you. I just want to thank you for everything. For accepting me, for caring for me.”

Her mouth opened, speaking the same words she said back then.

“You do not have to thank me binibini. It is only right for me to treat a woman, especially someone like you, the way I did.”

He says rubbing her cheek with his hand while also moving stray hairs away from her face with a longing gaze.

“You’ve been through so much Makisig, know that I’ll always be here whenever you need me. I won’t leave you. You deserve to be loved and cared for and treated the same way you treat me. It doesn’t matter who or what you are.”

She says as she looks into his eyes fondly.

She wants to cry knowing what’s coming.

Makisig plants a warm kiss on her forehead, his lips incredibly soft. At this she starts feeling sleepy all of a sudden.

As sleepiness slowly came over her, she heard Makisig speak.

“Such kindness… Is a luxury for a being such as I.”

He says nuzzling her head onto his shoulder as he places his own above hers.

Before she fell asleep, she felt something wet drop on the back of her hand and realized it…

Makisig was crying.

Makisig was crying and she couldn’t do anything.

“Thank you, Elena, for everything.”

Makisig says, with a small hitch to his voice, to the now asleep Elena as she slowly dissipates into small specks of light.

“Don’t cry Makisig… I promise, I’ll find you again.”

Elena thought to herself as she succumbed to sleep and woke up back in her room, tears soaking her pillow.

[the-cpu-system]

Local teenage girl hates her dad and seeks comfort in the idealized AI version of him 🤣🤣🤣😝😝😝⁉️⁉️⁉️

Dialogue from an rp !!

[lemxonsol]

I have this rp where it’s prince akechi x vampire Akira and this is how it’s going so far … they hate eachother a lot by the the way …..

[crisisartz]

Context- This for an rp a friend and I did lmao

[ghostibus]

I would either die or murder if I saw my loved one be pummeled almost to death.

Commission for @waezi2 !

[constanthinople]

🅷🅴🅻🅻🆃🅾🆆🅽

Sometimes I think it's pretty funny that our roleplay group decided that the story we were making was going to be located in Ohio of all places, just because there's a specific abandoned town with rumors of demonic apparitions and we thought it was cool. The story is not even about paranormal activity lmao.

[loulouhattie]

🔥🔥🔥Careful soldier. If I burn any hotter, I might explode 🔥🔥🔥

mother sorry mother sorry mama k sorry mama k 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

3.5 hrs in procreate

ref is Xinia (link below)

[nataliasobreira19]

This is how Destiel's goodbye had to be

[stangergorya]

Now I've drawn Harry

[hsf-akira]

Fanart de un personaje de un foro de rol de Persona 5.

Nombre: Kanon Mimori

Persona: Anastasia

[vtkuu]

absolutely love how early on in the Oregon Parks promo campaign everyone was under the tweets being like "alex what is this" "alex we know it's you" "what are you plotting alex" and now everyone is screaming and crying in the replies for Park Ranger Gus Burnside and asking if he's okay

he got the fandom invested in his twitter roleplay character in the span of ~a week. i'm afraid there's nobody doing it like him— anyone who thinks they can pull off a Gravity Falls revival hoax/troll/etc should quit while they're ahead, truly

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

a short fic about that one panel in particular— pakiss naman ako after, Makisig ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

——♡——

Maliksi seethed in frustration as he watched the humans fall under his and Makisig's enchanting spell. He saw them as fleeting and insignificant creatures, driven by their insatiable desires and consumed by their own selfishness. To Maliksi, humans were merely vessels, pawns to be used for their own ends. He had long abandoned any hope of understanding their complexities, dismissing them as unworthy of his attention. Their adoration, in his eyes, was nothing but a shallow facade. He couldn't fathom why his brother, Makisig, yearned to understand these creatures so deeply.

"Bullshit! None of you swines actually care about him—" Maliksi's voice dripped with venom as he spat out his words, his hand defiantly flipping off the mesmerized crowd. But before he could finish his sentence, Makisig's imposing figure appeared before him, his eyes flashing with concern.

"Care about who, Maliksi?" Makisig's voice resonated with a mix of sternness and care, his presence looming over his younger brother. "Care to elaborate, bunso?"

Maliksi gazed into Makisig's eyes, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of his older brother's gaze. He took a deep breath, his anger giving way to a vulnerable admission. "I'm talking about you, Makisig. You're too kind for your own good. These humans, they don't deserve your compassion. They're nothing more than vessels, mere tools for us to exploit."

Makisig's expression softened, his voice laced with a deep sense of understanding. "Maliksi, I know you see them that way, but I can't help but believe that there's more to them. Yes, they can be flawed and selfish, but buried within them are flickers of goodness and potential. I can't turn a blind eye to that."

Maliksi's frustration boiled over, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and hurt. It just doesn't make sense— it's senseless. Stupid. He'd smash his brother's head against a balete tree if it means knocking some sense into him. "And what has that gotten you, Makisig? Their fleeting admiration? Their empty promises? They'll discard you the moment it suits them. You're wasting your time."

Makisig's gaze held unwavering determination as he gently placed a hand on Maliksi's shoulder. "I refuse to believe that, Maliksi. I choose to see the best in them, to believe in their capacity for change. Yes, I may get hurt along the way, but that's a risk I'm willing to take. For them, and for myself."

Maliksi's eyes locked with his brother's, a mixture of love and frustration swirling within them. Too nice, too nice. Smashing his head doesn't seem too bad right now. "You're too good for them, Makisig. They don't deserve your kindness." To him, Makisig's kindness was a flaw, a vulnerability that would eventually lead to his downfall.

Makisig, on the other hand, possessed an insatiable curiosity about humans. He was fascinated by their emotions, their dreams, and their potential for both good and evil. Unlike his brother, Makisig believed that humans held a depth of untapped wisdom and beauty that deserved exploration. He saw their capacity for compassion and sought to understand the intricacies of their hearts.

A soft smile graced Makisig's face as he leaned closer, their foreheads touching in a display of brotherly closeness. "Perhaps, Maliksi, but they are not the ones I'm trying to prove anything to. I do it for myself, to stay true to the person I want to be. And I hope that one day, you'll understand."

As the weight of their differences hung heavy in the air, Maliksi let out a frustrated sigh. He could feel the chasm between their perspectives widening, and the strain of their contrasting beliefs gnawed at his soul. With a heavy heart, he took a step back, distancing himself from Makisig.

Unable to fully comprehend his brother's unwavering faith in humanity, Maliksi turned away, his steps growing distant. The forest seemed to echo his internal turmoil as he retreated deeper into its depths. The rustling leaves whispered his frustration, mirroring the tangled thoughts that consumed his mind.

Makisig watched his brother's departure, a mix of sadness and understanding etched across his face. But despite the ache of their differences, Makisig held onto hope that one day, Maliksi would find his own truth, his own understanding.

[zombie-evan]

[nabooberrie]

This means dean sat his phone up, and ran back to pose 😭

[skeletood]

it's just that dude you always do everything with, no biggie