#rp setup

[sugaryfresca]

bios + moodboard

⍣ ೋⓘ Purrfect gal ™❄️ ⌒₊🐾░♩

👱🏼‍♀️ ཻུ۪۪͎◍*⃝̥🧁𝔇♡⃝lled-Up 🐩👛𝄢۫🌐𖥔۪ׄ♡

🎀 ི⃨ꦿꦸ Original it girl 👩🏻💄❙❘♫ུ ᭒᭄ ⃝ৡ⃪꫶⃗ᯓ #myspace 🍬(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ ۪۪🎶ཻུ͎ ▞

🍦⟡ ˖͢ Prettiest D♡llita ཻུ͎👛(｡•̀ᴗ-)˖ ݁ ͟͟❘❙❚

🌐𖥔۪ׄ💅🏻𝓡eady to party! ⋆.˚🪩🌸ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

❏ ˖👸🏻 ۫ ᧔◍᧓ ◛ ໋👙𓈒#⃝𝓟arty G𝒾rl❞ ू♡⃝ ࿔﮾

⠞𝜗𝒞 Next stop ⇨ 2005!🐩💄໋𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖🎹

[thecoolsymbolsworld]

𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ︶︶︶ ༄ ༅ ༄ ︶︶︶ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂃⠀🌷𓈒𓂂𓏸⠀⠀⋆ ࿙ྀ࿚⠀⠀🌿 ꔛ 𓆸⠀⠀: ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝆬 𓋼 ⠀🌹 ꒰꒱⠀𖥻 🌻 𖠇 ⠀🌺⬭ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𓏧 ⃝ 🌼 ⠀𖧷 ⠀ ✿⸽⸽⸽⠀𖥧⠀ 𖧧 🌸 ⠀⠀⠀✧˖° ᰍ͟ ˚˚ ᵎ ⠀🪻 ⠀𓆸 ˚✦ ˚˚｡˚ ✿ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡 ✧

[2uselemon]

grand festival was a blast!! met up with my pal to watch the performance before going to battle

we won a x100!! our team got to go on stage :OOOO

of course had to take some pics of us looking cool too

once the fest ended, i hung out at main stage for some pics. the sunrise was amazing!!

congrats to team past!! thanks everyone for a great festival!!

[eyeless-smiles]

One Mistake | @eroskissedskin

He'd fucked up.

He'd fucked up, and Dream was going to find out.

He always does.

The Corinthian paces the Dreamers bedroom with an anxious feverishness. Golden fingers trailing through his blond locks with traces of fresh blood.

The room is empty. The Dreamer is awake now. Probably desperately dialling 911 to report an attack by a man from his dreams.

It had just been a split-second decision. One the Nightmare would never have made, under the right circumstances.

No, if Dream hadn't been neglecting him as much as He had recently, the Nightmare would have never sought out this mortal lookalike.

If Dream hadn't been so fucking cold and angry with him all the time. If He hadn't been keeping him on a short leash for the mistakes his predecessor made, he wouldn't be here.

It was just instinct when the Dreamer had looked up at him with tear filled blue eyes- welling with fear. The Corinthian couldn't help but slip from the fabric of dreams and into reality. Into the Dreamers bed.

Atop the real thing.

It was a brief, thirty second affair. The Corinthian had caged the mortal down. And his knife- now very much real, carved against the screaming boys skin like butter. Releasing the biting scent of blood into the air.

A spark of excitement flickers in the back of his mind that felt like a distant memory being relived. A part of the old Corinthian rearing its ugly head.

It was the smell of blood that abruptly sent the Nightmare scuttling back to the Dreaming with his cosmetic heart hammering in his chest.

Dream couldn't know. It was so quick- He wouldn't have noticed the Corinthian's absence, would he?

All he did was cut the mortal- smelled his blood, tasted his fear.

But this is Dream we're talking about. The second iteration of the Corinthian has been walking on eggshells with Him for months since his remaking. Would Dream see this slight as a crime worthy of his undoing once more?

The Nightmare takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. Wishes the blood away from his frame. He's fine. He's in the Dreaming, where he belongs. Dream wouldn't have noticed his split absence, He has better things to do.

Turning towards the door, the Nightmare steps out of this now redundant dream to find somewhere to hide for a while.

[angie-long-legs-moved]

Girls' Night

Closed RP Starter for @top-shelf-tender

A flurry of goodbyes passed between the gaggle gathered in the hotel parlour. Prior to tonight, Angel Dust had made a point of not inviting the hotel crowd to his drag shows - somehow, being seen by them in drag seemed far more intimate than if they were to attend his lewd striptease and pole shows. But when Charlie had spotted a glamorous pin-up on Angel's wall of him in all his drag finery, she had practically begged him to let her and Vaggie see him perform. Her excited squeals and eager, puppy-dog eyes made it nigh impossible to say no - even when she inevitably escalated it into a "bonding exercise", a "girls' night" for the ladies of the hotel to "really get to know eachother". Angel had to admit, though, he'd had a lot more fun than he had expected. Other than Niffty making a bee-line for some menacing looking leather daddies (who, thankfully, found her rather adorable), and Cherri trying quite aggressively to persuade the stage engineer to let her take over the pyrotechnics, the night had gone surprisingly without a hitch.

Doing his damndest to swallow these highly unwelcome nerves, Angel sidled up to the bar with an exaggerated swing in his hips, playing up the charm in an effort to disguise his nagging insecurity. He plopped himself down on a stool and shot Husk a saucy grin.

As the crowd trailed off to their respective rooms, Angel found himself to be the last man standing. His eyes flicked up to allow himself a glance at the demon behind the hotel bar. He had been deliberately avoiding his gaze, feeling a touch vulnerable in his current get-up. The outfit he had picked for the show consisted of a hot pink dress that had a flouncy skirt short enough for his legs to be on full display. His make-up was pink to match and flecked with glitter, and the wig he had chosen was platinum blonde with tidy ringlets that bounced around his shoulders. Usually, being in drag had his confidence soaring, and he would revel in the warm glow of adoration he elicited from the sinners that drooled over him with wide, hungry eyes. Sure, his work had no shortage of those, but being admired as a glamorous beauty queen as opposed to a hot, naked body? It was a rare glimmer of control, a beautiful mirage he could spend forever chasing. When he was in drag, it was his choice, his art, and he called all the shots. But, around Husk... well, he would be lying if he hadn't breathed a silent sigh of relief when Charlie suggested making the outing a girls only affair. Sure, he pushed Husk's buttons, and having his advances rejected when he was playing up the pornstar persona was one thing, but the idea of getting shot down when he was like this felt far more sour.

"So... what's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?"

[j0ht0-gh0sthunt3r]

they call me t-rex blake.

[vampire-robin]

Someone should turn your jon into a vampire till Halloween, do a little switch up you know?

For fun

No. If it was fun being a vampire, I wouldn’t have been willing to wear a dress and a tiara for this.

[youngtreetheorist]

Why did the media lie and exaggerate Drake Bells case?

Why does the media vilify victims?

Why does the media protect certain people and lie about others?

Why does the media Protect certain people?

Why is the media still protecting Brian Peck?

Why does Hollywood still support Brian Peck?

 They protected Brian Peck, Jeffery Jones, and many others.

[unalloy]

admin & rules

AMREN; any pronouns & 20+. over 7 years of rp experience. dni if -18. dlc spoilers.

slow reply & canon-divergent interpretation. heavily headcanon-based. literate & descriptive. rules are under the cut.

i do not write incest, despite its prevalence in elden ring. do not approach me for it.

my miquella exists in a verse separate from the canon established in shadow of the erdtree. while much remains the same, some key story elements have been altered or completely removed. an explanation of the verse will have its own post in the future.

i am fairly active on this blog, but my replies can come slowly.

i will always try to match the length of your reply, but you are under no obligation to do the same for me.

i do not write romantic ships for miquella, due to the nature of his character.

as always, i expect basic rp etiquette ( no godmodding, etc ) and for my mutuals to understand that mun & muse are not the same.

i double - space in my threads. i am more than happy to not do so in threads with you for accessibility or preference! just let me know.

random asks & starters are always welcome.

[queencryo]

i genuinely love the opening rps of guilty gear strive. its a single moment where ring psychology and character matchups are the ONLY thing that matter. And yes they're important everywhere else too but its just this one moment! doesnt matter how much faster, more practiced, overall better than me you are in every other aspect, if I can guess what you're gonna do then i win, just for this moment

[elias-magnusnt]

Shush. Don't spoil it. Also I'm waiting for my moment. That kind of reveal need a setup, cause and consequences. Who would I be if I threw around valuable information willy nilly?

[sugaryfresca]

Soft Set up

𓈃❛⃯ ྀི✿ 🐻‍❄️🌐 Dial! 1 (800) ★ ◍ ✧ ˙ ₊ 𝜗𝜚 ⠞#19

(ˊ ° ˋ ʃƪ)ྀིഒ🍮  ݁ ༝ Sweet Dalgi Cupcakes🌷♥︎̼̻໑ৎ🥨⊹ ۪ܺׄᣟ݂

BUNNICAM🍭𐔌♫ྀི𓈒 ݁ [08]월 [25]일

#StarDust🧸▚ ⟡͢ᡣ𐭩

Click for part 2

[asherbaudelaire]

Closed Starter for @mayarparker Setting: The Morning After *****

This is not his phone.

It's the realization seeping far too slowly through his hungover, mildly dehydrated brain as he sits upright on the sofa where he'd passed out after getting home from yet another eventful night out a few hours ago. Asher blinks the groggy sleep from his eyes, head pounding as he turns the device over in his hand and tries to focus on the details. It's the same model as his phone; similar case, too. But this is not his phone. This is not his phone.

It buzzes again. Asher sits up a little more, pushing the tousled hair from his face as he tries to recall what drunken shenanigans last night might have led to such a predicament. He'd gone to that dive bar a few streets over after work. Not unusual. Shots were 2-for-1 on Thursdays. There was a woman partaking of the same, who had joked she could drink him under the table. That was how it started. Isn't it always? Somehow they had ended up in the bathroom together, and--Oh. His eyes go wide.

Oh...

"Fuck." Asher breathes, wincing as a flush of heat rises to his cheeks. Now he remembers. "Fuckin' Hell..." He feels the telltale churning in his stomach and reaches for the small garbage can he keeps beside the sofa, worried he's about to hurl. He's certain the nausea isn't only from the alcohol; this is not good. What if--were either of them sober enough to consider precautions? He doubts it. Fucking a stranger in a filthy bar bathroom is one thing. It happens. Potentially infecting an innocent woman with lycanthropy is entirely another. He doesn't even know her name. Panic sets in full-force, and Asher doubles over to retch into the garbage bin. There's a moment of clarity in the wake of it. They'd been in such a hurry as they scrambled to grab their things and go; the phones must have gotten mixed up...which means if he has her phone, then she has his.

Asher snatches the woman's phone off the cushion beside him and dials his own number. It rings, and rings, and rings, until finally he hears the receiver pick up the line.

"Hello?? Please don't hang up..."

[hazbinned]

@sirserpentine @cannibalxroses Connected to x. 🌹

{ If we remember to tag each other, the post order can go Pentious, Rosie, then me again? }

"Smile, boys! There's nothing here to fear!"

Alastor, of course, was entirely comfortable both with Rosie and with the general populus of Cannibal Town. The other Overlord was a dear old friend of his, and Alastor was a cannibal himself. Under different circumstances, Alastor would not have attended such a large masquerade, but this one appealed to him in every way!

He turned around, deer ear flicking as he waited patiently for Sir Pentious and Angel Dust to catch up to him. Angel appeared to be having trouble walking in the poofy pink gown that Pentious had made for him. The spider wasn't used to such elegant clothes, no doubt, but seeing him with such things on was a pleasant change of pace, in Alastor's opinion.

The Radio Demon hummed softly to himself, and linked arms with Pentious (without a moment to spare!) the instant that the spider and snake arrived.

"Is everything all right?" he questioned.

A soft smile played across his face, and he took in his friend's new duds for the millionth time that night. Pentious' dark, ornately-decorated frock coat with celestial-themed ornaments was just oh-so-elegant— and, quite frankly, it filled Alastor's heart to the brim with happiness to be able to compliment it with his own red and gold, solar-themed tux and cloak. He had agreed to be the sun to Pentious' moon... the day to his night!

The only thing that he would have changed about Pentious' apparel was the mask. He would strongly have preferred to be looking at at least part of Pentious' actual face.

"I'm good, guys," Angel panted, cooling himself with his pink feathered fan. "Just tripped ova' my dress... and got stuck in a dip in the ground back there, nothin' new."

The arachnid's mismatched eyes darted around as the three of them entered the building, and then the party space— the cannibals weren't sizing him up, were they? Oh, Lord, he hoped not!

He caught sight of a woman with a sizeable crowd around her. She was wearing a red and black dress that almost resembled blood, and a mask with a large rim of roses at the top. Angel tugged on Alastor's cape to slow him down.

"Is that her?" he hissed.

Alastor looked up.

"It is!" he exclaimed, and beamed, rushing toward her at once. Had he not been holding onto Pentious (and now Angel as well), he might have left the two of them in the dust again.

The Radio demon dragged his friends through the chattering group of people and then raised his hand to flag Rosie down.

"Rosie! Hello, my dear! My God, you've outdone yourself!" He gestured to the snake at his side. "This is my dear friend, Sir Pentious—" Alastor, close with a man, let alone the very same reptile that he had mocked during past tea-time conversations with Rosie? What else was new? "... And HIS dear friend, Angel Dust!"

He figured that he might as well introduce them. Aside from Pentious, their masks really did nothing to obscure their identities!

[thecoolsymbolsworld]

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[i-mybrunettelady]

been thinking a lot about pre-commander nyra and her first bf erryk and their romance at 17, so charming together, charismatic, the it couple of the season

for reference, here’s a quick picrew of the man

for some additional info: he’s also krytan-ascalonian, he’s a mesmer, a professor, happily married to the man of his dreams, but also one of the people she keeps a semi-regular correspondance with. they’re friends even years after their amicable breakup.

putting this here as a self-indulgent reference point to an obscure part of her life lmao