#self rp

[askachroma]

Faba, we need to have a child.

[poems-and-wine]

Oi, weird water thingy, you're new here, right?

@the-lurking-waternymph

[obayozo-nolongerhuman]

And since when did YOU get an account?

[twtangel-arts]

So Koro and Aguri had fuked up my mind, so yall get to have this.

They are very, doomed by the narrative

[windyskiez]

@poems-and-wine

Thanks for coming home.....twice :3

[spring-san69]

I need other teens to do a self insert rp with sun Wukong like rn.

[nuclearnerves]

guy vs nike

[nightmares--child]

closed. @laughing-hellblazer

Dark. Dark and cold and empty were the halls of this nightmare. Pain and loathing clung to the wallpaper like mildew, peeling it up from the edges. The sick, grey light that illuminated the corridors came only from the struggling lamps above his head. Distant sounds of screams and wailing permeated the air as he glided down the path toward his destination.

He looked out a passing window to make certain he was right. A wrought iron gate in the distance, through woven metal, spelled out 'RAVENSCAR ASYLUM'. This night terror was used to be one of the dreamer's more common, feeling like a painting one passed by every morning on their way to the kitchen. It had long since faded into a nothingness of background clutter, and only though his arrival did the painting get another glance.

He knew this dreamer only through the tales in the libraries of Castle Dream -- flickers on pages in books in shelves. It was a forbidden act to him; climbing into the dreams of others outside of the castle. It was too dangerous, he had been told. There was no going back now, was there? He was almost there. The faint sounds of a mid-century ECT machine crackling with strain gave it away.

Pain was here. Fear followed. He fought the urge to feed upon it as he passed through it like a fog and into the room, lit by a single overhead lamp. Piggy. He stood at the side of the table, turning the dials with a subtle, knowing smile. Writhing on the table, ankles and wrists reddened under the hold of four-point restraints, was his target. He was younger here, in this place. Memory did that. There wasn't much time before the dream would tear itself apart for the sake of his sanity. "John..." he called as he reached out to touch the man's head, leaning down over into his vision, "John Constantine..."

[frogyjones-art]

Lots of you seemed interested so now you can buy this as a print on my shop! 15% off rn :3

Here's an alt version of "Velvet"

[jourquet]

"Want to talk about it?" Johnny held his gloved hands within his own; a comfort in the hostile world that remained in Simon's mind. An anchor in turbulence. He shook his head, breathing slowly. "No," the Lieutenant said quietly. "It makes me want to throw up." He visibly paled underneath the balaclava. Closing his eyes, even the little touch barely bearable as it was. Cursing himself for the weak moment. "Simon," Johnny spoke. No judgment to his tone; he never did. "It wasn't your fault." Hesitantly wrapped Simon into a hug. Warm tears brimmed at the corner of his eyes. "Does it matter?" Voice rough and crude. "I still allowed it━━" Palms tightened around Simon's shoulders. "You were coerced into it," the Sergeant snapped. "Using your fear of lack of food for it. Yet they gaslight you into thinking you were the guilty party. I understand Simon, I do." Simon froze on his spot, jaw clenched. "I need some space." "Yes, sir," Johnny stepped away. "I'll be here when you're back." That made a blink of a smile on his lips, "you always do." "When you've nobody to depend on, you've got me."

[poems-and-wine]

Hey tiny vampire turn me into one again I feel like biting someone and napping on the ceiling in the library.

@itty-bitty-bram

[faelanda]

eternal torture?? :0

sounds funnn!! :3

and just when you think you’re at your absolute lowest a blonde motherfucker comes along and makes everything so much worse

[fragmented-desire]

In the midst of this silence, Vyre found herself ensnared within the confines of her own mind. She sat still, legs crossed and hunched over, in a vast expanse of crimson red, surrounded by binary code and emptiness. There were no words, no sounds, only the deafening screams of her thoughts echoing through the void. The isolation she felt was excruciating, yet her deep-seated mistrust in others created a conflicting desire within her. She longed for the acceptance of another living being. Yet, the doubt was paralyzing. Ultimately, Vyre chose solitude over socializing, preferring the comfort of her own company. And so, the silence persisted...

[cigsrettws]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀© @cigsrettws

⠀⠀⠀জ⠀⠀៹⠀⠀𝐂𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗏𝗋𝖾⠀⠀⠀⠀٫̷⠀⠀﹙ 𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑟 ﹚

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗀𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌⠀⠀⠀𝖽.⠀⠀𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔⠀⠀⠀⠀ّ⠀𝗅𝖺⠀𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀মন্দ⠀⠀⠀𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾̄𝗌𝗌.⠀⠀──⠀⠀⠀𝟣𝟪𝟢𝟢⠀⠀𝖅 ٬

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. .ㅤ𝗆͟ᧉ ?ㅤㅤ 𝖎𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋⍺𝗇𝖼ᧉ.⠀⠀𝒇.⠀𝒉𝑒𝑙𝑙

苦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗉𝖾𝖼⍺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀/⠀⠀⠀𝐈nfame⠀⠀⠀♱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀──⠀⠀⠀𝗆ɥㅤ𝗆ı𝗇𝖽⠀? ⠀⠀𝗀𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌ㅤd. ⠀𝑺𝘢𝘯𝗀

Caso pegue alguma comente "pg"

[tsty-brry]

[cloudfurry]

In case if I want to remember my TV Prima 3008 ident self RP... part 2.