#still not feeling up for rp

[flamesque]

₊❏❜ ⋮ i'll chase you to the ends of the earth. ⚬𓂂

@dolasach

He is used to it; however, that didn't mean he accepted it.

Rafayel sighed as he let his head rest against his palm, the same thing being drilled into his mind by the endless sea of words spewing the history of Lemuria and the world on the surface repeated like a broken record from the elders. He seemed to be falling asleep and was immediately scolded for not paying attention.

Evidently, something came up that had the elders leave the vicinity for the time being and this served as an opportunity for Rafayel to escape. He had attempted in doing so a few times, but he was sure that this time he would be able to be successful. 

A blue fish swam around him and held his hand out, allowing the fish to swim over his palm. 

"Shall we head to the surface? It's a little boring right now and I'm tired of hearing the elders saying the same thing over and over again." 

The fish continued swimming over his palm before seemingly directing him toward an opening to which he was able to squeeze through. It was then he realized that he was out of the city walls of Whalefall City and was able to swim to the surface.

He thanked the fish before it disappeared back through the city walls and Rafayel didn't have to think twice as he turned away from Whalefall City to swim up to the surface; however, before he allowed himself to fully come out, he swam slowly as the damn words from the elders rang in his head. 

"The world on the surface is dangerous, even if those people worship our Sea God, there is a chance that someone will try to capture him."

"As the previous Lemurians have..." 

"Rafayel, you must never venture out to the surface world. Your people are here, that is all that should concern you." 

And the annoying part of all. "The Sea God will one day meet the Goddess of the Forest, and when that day comes, should he fall in love with her, it will be the beginning of the downfall of Lemuria."

Rafayel always thought it to be those stories to be something a parent would tell to their child to make them listen. And besides, Rafayel had always been, not only a rebellious soul, but one of sheer curiosity. 

Once he peeked out from the water, he spotted a woman by the shore. And he had seen a few other humans before, but something about her was different and he couldn't help but to swim towards the shore, closer to her. Who could she be? For some reason... he needed to know and while he doesn't know why he needs to, he simply just has to try; in a way, it felt as though there were residual feelings, feelings that weren't from him and that in itself baffled him.

So without thinking, his mouth opened to speak.

"Who might you be? You don't seem... human to me, although you do appear to be." He tilted his head briefly before letting out a laugh. "Ah, apologies. This is bold of me, I will admit."

[shithowdy]

realized a drawing i'm doing rn is almost identically posed to one i did 8.5 years ago of a different oc, except the old drawing was instantly tainted by one of the players featured messaging me asking if i could take it down because their abusive, possessive rp partner saw it and got jealous of them "roleplaying behind their back" and i said "nah" and it became a whole Thing that i should have walked away from at that exact moment but didn't and the 6 months that followed contained some of the most truly condensed batshit i have ever witnessed in an rp community already well-known for its batshittery.

... anyway i love my friends. so happy to accidentally redeem the pose.

[justaz]

lance as the blue paladin (former or current, doesnt matter) being a black widow. lance swallowing/killing his pride and letting himself be seen as nothing more than a flirt, an airhead, a blonde bimbo. lance being the teams secret weapon during meetings with planets to get them to join the coalition. lance sniffing out the right guard or advisor or royal that knows everything, getting them wasted and flirting for hours to get them to spill all the dirty secrets. lance being able to alert the team ahead of time if a planet is truly interested in joining the coalition or if they have an agreement with the empire and they lured voltron there as a trap.

lance swallowing/killing his pride and letting himself be seen as weak and stupid. lance playing up the airhead persona so their enemies don’t view him as a threat, them taking out the rest of the team first in their order of who would pose more of a threat to them and them always leaving lance for last bc they underestimate him. lance annihilating their enemies bc he actually is smart and strong and capable.

[thegreatyin]

this nemesis ambition started out a little slow but I am getting closer to finding that bastard who killed my wife, and I’ll not rest a minute now that im far closer to on his trail

sorry got in character for a second

Anyways fun ambition so far very fucked up though

congratulations on joining the murder club anon!!!! depending on who you ask the name refers to either people who have murdered or people who have witnessed murder. usually both. actually extremely often both. it's a swell time you'll feel right at home (don't mind our collective skyglass knife collection in the back)

[foolbo]

tubbos much more chilled out today (hes probably not in an rp mood) but from a character standpoint that makes it scarier i think. hes aggressive and murder-y and came back fucked up but sometimes hes still the tubbo you knew

[not-5-rats]

Okay I hate promoting myself but I have something I wanted to share with you guys!

My blog is very centered on audio rps/ stories, I love them they're so creative and such an amazing way to tell a story...so I decided I wanted to make some of my own, and today I posted my first audio!

It's probably not amazing, but I'm quite proud of it!! I have a couple other stories in the works as well so hopefully we'll see them in the library soon!! ^^

The Rat-Man Incident! [<- Link!]

So yeah! Welcome to the Rat Library, take a seat and I hope you enjoy your time here! We'll get some more books on the shelves soon, I promise ^^

[ahalliance]

i think the qsmp is very impressive for speedrunning the same love-hate relationship i have with the dsmp in under a year as opposed to the three it took for the other one

[tuesdayscanons]

Every now and then, I think about The Simpsons RPC and how there's an occasionally a spike of Simpsons muses that inevitably crumbles away and leaves me waiting for the next short lived Simpsons RPC Renaissance

[the-somwthing]

I’ll just say I never understood why so many fans say that other fans give Grian “too much trauma”. Like. I feel like you could say that about literally any of the life series characters yet I ONLY really see it said about Grian? Why are we not allowed to give Grian Specifically any trauma. I don’t get it.

[hereforyourdispleasure]

Sorry I haven’t been active much lately. My course has once again changed several times, some being self induced as surprise surprise, some guy on my course was writing (non intended questionable narrator) grooming stories. Which I had to sort to get away from him. And then my course still hasn’t given us essay deadlines for a module, and the texts meant to be read each week keeps being changed around. And I’ve had multiple 400 page books to read. I read 300 pages in 2 days, best believe I’ve not done much else

Unfortunately my parents have also been asking me solely about when I’m getting a job, and nothing else. Which is ultra very crazy helpful

I just haven’t had the energy to talk to people. Or do much tbh. Everything feels like a lot at the moment

[the-busy-ghost]

Me normally: Let people love what they love

Me, after a Test Match Special commentator expresses their belief that the new All Creatures Great and Small is somehow "better" than the 1978 version: This is pure insanity and TMS can no longer be trusted on anything, how can they even be trusted to know about cricket, do they have no TASTE

[yayforocs]

👉👈 so @silverskye13 i saw this and..............

had to make an aron helsmet!!!!!! this was really hecking fun to think about actually like what she'd be like n design (which. is a poke at the rp server she was from actually) and also made me sit down and think more on my other minecraft ocs i have sittin around and why they ended up getting redesigns lkdsfh BUT YEAH i!!!!!!!! aron!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[seventh-district]

again and again i find myself lamenting that audio roleplay isn't taken more seriously by some people. like yeah, they often have a romantic element, and by nature they usually directly involve/address the listener- and i totally get that those things aren't to everyone's taste. no art or entertainment is universally appealing, and that's okay! but.. it still makes me a lil sad that the "cringe" reputation of asmr/audio rp precedes it. there's a whole lot of talent and creativity being poured into these audios by so many people that i feel goes unrecognized and/or disrespected simply due to the medium that the stories are being told through.

[nabaath-areng]

I get so shocked everytime I get sweet and enthusiastic comments/tags on screenshots I post of Ieeha, cause this is the guy on whom I would regularly receive both anons and ingame tells saying shit like "your midlander looks weird", "he'd be so much cuter as a miqo'te" and "your character is ugly you should buy a fantasia" for YEARS

[redrobinforreal]

// out of character

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

♬ - a friend/best friend memory

Decompression Sickness (ask game link)

(warning for panic attacks, unreality, and mentions of past child abuse and suicidal thoughts)

[It was too bright up here on the surface. Too bright and too hot and too big. 

People loved summer. Anthea knew that from books and childhood memories and listening to the grunts talk, but it was only May and night was coming later with every day and Anthea couldn’t get away from the light. The sunlight hurt, it was blinding and overwhelming, she didn’t understand–

She did laundry, because…because she did. It wasn’t enough to distract her. She wanted her brother back. She wanted the air to stop moving in unpredictable ways. She wanted to–

…She didn’t want to go home…? She hated the castle. It was full of fear. Bad memories. All the reasons she’d wanted to die. Ghetsis’ hands had been wrapped so tight around everything and everyone it was hard to breathe. she couldn’t want to go back that was wrong that wasn’t how this was supposed to work–

(At least she’d known how to hide from that familiar terror. How to vanish into corners and helpfulness and perfect harmless sweetness. She didn’t know how to hide from the sky’s endlessness. Maybe it would consume her. Without the pressure of the mountain overhead she was going to dissolve and evaporate she was already falling apart and this flimsy wooden house wouldn’t do anything to stop it–) 

“Lady Anthea?”

Wait, no, she couldn’t let the grunts see her crying– 

…When had she started crying? Why was she sitting on the floor?

Lena (loyal to N–normally confident–better at befriending humans than Pokémon) stood in the doorway of the laundry room, looking uncertain. Or perhaps frightened. What did she have to be worried about? 

“Are you alright?” Lena asked. “Did you get hurt?”

Anthea shook her head.

“Do you, um, need a hug?”

 She shouldn’t–shouldn’t let anyone get close to her like this. She was supposed to be strong, she wasn’t a child, she–

Lena sat on the floor and dropped her arms around Anthea. 

Anthea stiffened, expecting to hate the human contact like she usually did. But…it felt real. Heavy. A barrier between her and the vastness of the outside world. 

Her sobs deepened. Lena patted her shoulder awkwardly and said, “H-hey, it’ll be alright… Did something happen?”

Anthea shook her head.

“Um. You, uh…miss Lord N?” Lena guessed.

Oh. That was… “Yes,” she mumbled. It wasn’t a lie, not entirely–she always missed him. But also…she was allowed to worry about him, it was her job, so it was easy to talk about her feelings about him. Easier than trying to explain the fear whispering deep in her bones, or how the sunlight hurt to look at. Easier than trying to explain that the pressure of Lena’s arm over her shoulders was the only thing keeping her from disintegrating into the endless sky.

“Makes sense…you know him better than any of us. But he’ll come back! He wouldn’t just…”

Anthea stopped listening to the details of what Lena was saying. She buried her face in Lena’s shoulder and let her hold her. Something to block out the light.]