#ten roleplay

[fakeasmr]

hey youtube wtf is this slop

[scientistsdreams]

Is it possible to knock some sense into people? I'm not sure honestly. But I do know I have never wanted to punch someone so badly before. I won't but I want to...

How can they be so clever and yet so utterly dumb at the same time? It's baffling!

[jacks347]

The bell on the coffee shop door jingled as Raven pushed it open, the familiar "Welcome to the Regrets Cafe!" greeting barely being processed. She ordered her usual, hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a peppermint stick. Call it childish, Raven found it comforting when she was wallowing in her own thoughts. Blame it on her growing motherly instincts from raising Paloma.

She carefully cradled the warm mug in her hands when her name was called, watching the steam peek our from the gaps in the melting whipped cream as she settled into her usual table by one of the massive front windows with a world weary sigh. What she failed to notice was that, for once, the table wasn't empty.

"Rough day?"

Raven just about fell out of her chair, head snapping up to see a person sitting across from her, the barest hint of a smile peeking out from behind the coffee mug they were sipping from.

When Raven finally recomposed herself in her seat, she cleared her throat before answering the question. "That's a word for it, sure." The person hummed, setting down their mug and leaning forward over the table. "Mentally or physically?" "...what?"

They gestured to the shop around them. "This is the Regrets Cafe. Hardly the place people go when they're just tired from a hard day at work but it wouldn't surprise me. So, I ask again, mentally or physically?" Raven blinked a couple times before sitting back in her chair, deflating a little. "Mentally." "I figured. What's on your mind?" "Are you always this prying?" "Only to the people who sit at my table looking like they hold the weight of the world on their shoulders."

Raven highly considered just getting up and moving to a different table at this point just so she wouldn't have to actually talk about what was going on in her head but by now, this person had caught their attention. "You first. Why are you here?" They chuckled at that, sitting back and crossing their arms over their chest. "Should've expected that." They turned and stared out the window into the setting sunlight. "Just thinking about someone I shouldn't." "Ex?" A whirlwind of emotions passed over their face at the question; anger, betrayal, sadness, regret, before landing on a cold mask of apathy with a click of their tongue. "Tsk. Nah, he's burning in hell where he belongs. Just...a friend who got caught in the crossfire." They finally turned their gaze back to Raven. "Now you. Got an ex on the mind?"

Raven sighed, laying their forehead on the table with a quiet thunk. "Ex feels too strong of a word for him. Like yes that is his title but it doesn't feel right." "Was he a good ex or a bad ex?" "What's the difference?" "Physical and/or psychological abuse. The fact you have to ask is a touch concerning." "Oh, well, by that definition he was a good ex." "Okay, where's the regret?" Raven paused for a moment to swallow the rock in her throat that had formed as she lifted her head off the table. "...he didn’t deserve to die. If it wasn't for me, he'd still be alive." "Ah, there it is. Survivors guilt." They nodded sagely. "Can't say it's an unfamiliar feeling, though it is an unfortunate one." "Did you lose your friend too?" "Mm, not quite. They're still alive just...don't remember me. And I can't talk to them again." "Can't bring yourself to?" "No, legally I cannot speak to them again. Trust me, I would if I could."

Raven almost laughed. Legalities, boy was she familiar with those. "Yeah, I get that. I lost my name the day I lost him. I lost...everything. Everything I'd ever known died with him. It had to." "Run away? Start a new life?" "Not exactly? Went into witness protection." "Ahhh, that explains it. So you had to start all over, leave everything behind whether you wanted to or not." "Pretty much." "Are you scared?" "Of witness protection?" "Of forgetting. Forgetting who you were, who you used to be. Are you scared of the day you forget your own name?" The intense stare the person was leveling them with made Raven shudder. She almost felt like she was back on trial. "Sometimes. But at the same time, that life brought me nothing but pain, I'm glad to leave it behind."

They sat back, eyes turning to the ceiling like they were searching for something in the tiles. "Do you regret loving him?" Their tone was softer, more thinking out loud than an actual question. Raven smiled the smallest bit, taking a swallow of her now significantly cooled cocoa. "Sometimes. But then I look at the people I have now and remember that I found them through loving him. So maybe it was all worth it." She watched their head tilt back down, looking at Raven again. "What about you? Do you regret loving your ex for what happened to your friend?" They sighed, chewing on their lip as they contemplated their words. "Every day. Every day I regret loving him because if I hadn't, they would be fine. They wouldn't have had to go through everything that they did. They wouldn't have had to get their mind wiped and all the memories taken away. They wouldn't have...had to forget me. Had to forget how they helped me in the lowest point of my life. Had to forget how much I cared about them." They paused, their jaw clenching to hold back tears. "But then I see the domino effect. The things that happened because of it. The person I met because of it. And then I wonder if it was all worth it and if fate really does exist. It's-" "Confusing. And complicated. And frustrating as hell." Raven finished for them, making them chuckle. "Sounds like you've done this before." Raven shrugged with a smile. "Not so much a reoccurance, more so just a more recent one." "Oh? So then miss recent expert, what's your opinion?" They leaned forward with a smile and a quirked brow. "What's your advice?"

Raven considered what to say for a while. What would her advice be? "Others can't write your story for you. They can hand you the pen and paper but they can't put the words on the page. You have to write your ending yourself. It's up to you to decide if you want to write it happily or not." The words rolled off her tongue easier than she thought they would. Her own spin on the words that kept her from running away from the best thing that happened to her. Would Crow be proud of her? She hoped so.

The person's eyed widened for a moment, blinking in surprise. "That was...shockingly profound. And actually really good advice. Huh. I'll have to remember that." Raven stirred her mostly melted peppermint stick through her cup. "Your turn now. What sage wisdom do you have for a newcomer to grief?" Raven half teased, not really expecting an answer.

"The world isn't out to get you. You're allowed to rely on others, the people around you want to help. You can't keep throwing yourself at the wall and expecting it to break every time. One of those times, it's going to be you that breaks. But when you do, you don't have to pick up all the pieces by yourself." They spoke softly, sounding like they were repeating a mantra. Maybe they were repeating advice of their own. Raven couldn't help laughing. "Sounds like we both are rehashing the words of someone far better at this than we are, huh." "Aw damn, you can tell that easily?" They both dissolved into laughter, not noticing the jingle of the bell at the door.

"Darlin?" A smooth Southern accent made Raven turn her head. Standing behind her new friend was a man, flannel shirt and worn blue jeans with a cowboy hat. Looked like he'd walked off the set of a western movie. Her friend tipped their head back to look at him and smiled. "Hey there cowboy. Come to find me?" "Clearly. I've been trying to text you but you haven't been answering." "Ah shit, have you? Sorry, got caught up talking, I haven't been checking my phone." They pulled their phone out of their pocket and scrolled through what Raven assumed was their missed messages. The cowboy just smiled and ruffled their hair. "It's fine, darlin. I'm glad you made a friend." He turned and faced Raven. "Sorry, should've introduced myself. Name's Sam. Their partner." Raven almost slapped herself when she realized she'd spent this whole time talking and never bothered to introduce herself. "Oh, hi. Sorry, I never actually introduced myself. I'm-" "Miss Raven!!"

A familiar excited voice interrupted her, the girl it belonged to running up to cling to her in a hug. "Paloma, don't run, you could slip." Ivan chided softly, coming up behind her. Raven just laughed, squeezing the little girl in return. "She's fine, Ivan. What are you even doing here?" "Well you weren't home at your usual time and hadn't texted so I figured you stopped on your way home somewhere and came to take a look. I'm just glad we found you." Ivan leaned down and kissed Raven's forehead, earning an amused look from her new friend. "He yours, I'm assuming?" "Yeah, he's mine. And the cowboy belongs to you?" "Who, this guy? Nah, he's just some puppy I picked up off the street one day." "Darlin..." Sam warned but his smile made the threat hollow. "Well, I thank you two for finding my girlfriend and keeping her in one place. Made it easier on me." Ivan offered, earning a wave from Sam. "Ah, don't thank me, thank my partner here. I only came in a minute before you did to find them myself. So I should be thanking you." "Please, it was no trouble. It was...quite the productive conversation." Raven waved off his thanks, smiling softly at her friend. They shrugged, returning a half smile. "Yeah, you could say that. Have a few less regrets than when I walked in here. Maybe one day I'll get rid of them all." They downed the rest of their drink and stood, taking Sam's hand. "Well, it was nice to meet you Raven. Maybe we'll run into each other again." "Maybe. Stay safe out there." "You more." They gave a final wave and headed out, leaving Raven with Ivan and Paloma.

"So, who were they?" Ivan questioned, taking the now empty seat. "Honestly...I have no idea. I never asked for their name. But they gave an interesting perspective for me to think about." "In a good way or a bad way?" "Good way, definitely." "Well that's nice." Raven hummed in agreement, turning to look out the window. "Maybe one day I'll stop having regrets too." "Miss Raven, are you going to finish your drink?" Paloma asked, poking the now cold mug. "Ah crap, my cocoa! Aw, now it's all cold." Raven pouted sadly, making Ivan laugh. "Oh Raven, has held the weight of lives in her hands yet pouts when her hot chocolate gets cold."

"Oh we'll see how funny it is when I pour it over your head mister!" "No, wait, I concede! Ah!"

(I have no idea why I wrote this. I had the thought "What if Darlin and Raven had a conversation about how dating their exes changed their lives" and boom, this was born. Okay this post is long enough, I'm shutting up now.)

[yokohama-news-time]

kris got his eyes scooped out and replaced by fyodor

"Oh my-"

[hero-dualies-pog]

i can make a tumblr roleplay blog i can talk to any mutual i want as long as their dms are open i could roleplay i could have a fun little chat i am not rendered helpless because of anxiety i can do whatever i want <- lying to itself

[rahabs]

Well, on the upside, Veilguard’s absolutely horrid writing and utter lack of meaningful roleplay mechanics made me appreciate Inquisition’s already watered-down writing and roleplay mechanics.

[rainofpainaaaaa]

Hmm…

There’s so much going on with the Milo’s, like V!Milo and Ten, Perfect Milo performing mitosis and creating Princess Milo, and E!Milo with Ryan… Not seeing much M!Milo here..

[franciscrozierofficial]

HR Violation?

What in the blue bloody blazes is an hacharr?

[shadowrcven]

How have you been? Please, no need to shake hands. My hand must remain on my weapon at all times.

Hello, and welcome from Mod Serenia to the official (unoffical) Moze, from Honkai: Star Rail, RP account! This blog does contain spoilers, since Mod is all caught up on the Archon Quests.

"A Shadow Guard of the Yaoqing. He is reticent and silent, always acting on his own. As an expert in intelligence services and other affairs that must remain obscure, Moze rarely shows himself before others. The moment he shows his true capacities is usually the moment for his enemies to face death. He has a wealth of knowledge regarding methods of assassination and seems to have an extraordinary obsession with tidiness and cleanliness."

Rules and More Info;

Mod goes by Serenia/Sapphire

He/Him for Muse, She/They for Mun; Muse is headcanoned to be Pansexual, so open to many ships, just ask beforehand.

May be a bit OOC, but Mun will refer to his dialogue and stories often for refreshers on Muse.

Crossover and OC friendly!

No NSFW asks; Mun is a Minor AND Asexual.

Hate or discrimination is not allowed here, or any other blogs of mine for that matter.

Tags;

stepping out of shadow 🖤 ~ Anything IC reporting back 📋 ~ Anything OOC appreciated sentiment 🖼 ~ Any Art Reblogs merlin's claw ⚔ ~ Mentions/Interactions with Feixiao a doctor yet a patient 🔥 ~ Mentions/Interactions with Jiaoqiu lady of the prison ⛓ ~ Mentions/Interactions with Hanya puppet of the Ten Lords ⚖ ~ Mentions/Interactions with Xueyi rookie of the Knights 🗡 ~ Mentions/Interactions with Sushang similar ways different life ⚡ ~ Mentions/interactions with Jing Yuan

dividers belong to @sister-lucifer, and graphic belong to @manganyeh.

[aestophobia]

bro these spot the difference games are getting hard

[gushingveins]

Hey, you worked with my dad right? The people in your department refuse to tell me anything about my dad. What the hell happened to him? -@pettytheftisntthatbad

“ I’m surprised nobody’s told you by now. Your dad didn’t make it out of that building. He’s dead. ”

“ It was pretty fuckin’ brutal too, if you ask me. ”

[evannhansensletters]

Status; October 29th.

Do you ever just—

Write 10,000 reasons why not to let your loved one go.

I’ve been writing for hours.

I’m on reason 293.

Is he really worth all of this.

Yes.

[transcendingirl]

My evil secret is that I'm introducing people to DnD, slowly biding my time, until eventually they too grow frustrated with the system. And I keep mentioning other systems off-hand until the pain is too great to bear and they beg for something else.

[rpiconblogxkitten]

Riku Kurose icons

Below you'll find 100 icons of Riku Kurose from Ten Count. No credit is necessary.

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[ask-general-washington]

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ITS THE 10 RULE COMMANDMENTS

Number one!: stay respectful and don’t be over powered, unless you wanna get devoured by a kick

Number two!: no racial slurrs or hurting others feelings out of role play, kind words to each other are key

Number three!: magic anons don’t be too overpowered, that goes for you to anons playing as the British or your time here will finish

four!:shipping questions are allowed! But please Washington is a happily married man, he wouldn’t be too big of a fan

Five!:NSWF topics are allowed but don’t mention it too much make sure when the time is wrong you keep them in a hush

Six!:PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES

(I’m sorry..)

Seven!:homophobia is not allowed no matter what you identify as your welcome here if you show signs of homophobia im ending your career

Number Eight!:If you run into a problem try to negotiate, try not to throw hate

Number Nine!:the last time I’ll only mention this unless In need. Only be mean if it’s apart of character, cause I’m a close monitor

LOOK EM IN THE EYE AIM NO HIGHER

SUMMON ALL THE COURAGE YOU REQUIRE

THEN COUNT

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(Rule number ten is have fun)

[asklavgdavernus]

an in-character letter from avernus to amethyst

"Dearest Amethyst,

You don't realize it, but you have given me many reasons to thank you. Ever since we've met (well, not we, more of the future Top 1 contenders and half of the current Top 10), I've been more...inspired, to say. There really is this charm of finding someone that feels like an equal match.

It might be too early for me to pour my heart out to you, and for that I apologize in advance. However, I also believe that we have laid ourselves bare (metaphorically, of course! I could never!) when we had that small conversation in that meetup.

You asked me something- you! You, a future Top 1, conversing with me? Something truly unbelievable! Anyway, you asked me something about whether we should support players (challengers, you called them) who wanted to bet on who would be the next levels to enter the list.

I had to disagree with you there- it really shouldn't be a bet! Betting makes it seem like levels are objects to trade, not their own beings. I disagreed with you, and we really duked it out! I'm pretty sure we kind of resigned ourselves to one corner just to discuss that!

And you know what? That meant something to me. I once asked myself who would notice the garbage in the corner. It was you. You saw the garbage in the corner and in it, you found your treasure. You took the time to talk to me.

That conversation really stuck with me. It was as if finally- finally! I felt like a level equal to all of you. I know how great you are; I am even intimidated by it. Yet in this intimidation, I pause and remember how patient you were, even when we disagreed. I remember how considerate you were to talk to me when I tried to hide in a corner and shrink myself.

It's ridiculous, I know. It's probably just a regular meeting to you, but to me? It really did prove my worth. You might not believe it, but you became such a source of inspiration for me.

And when I saw you happy about the fact any of you could be Top 1 or at least on the list? I didn't feel threatened. I wasn't scared. I saw your pure, unbridled joy amidst everyone else's, and it clung to me, that sweet sound of your laughter and your "yes!".

That's growth. In the past, I would be threatened by that. I would try to overtake anyone who matches me, yet you taught me not to do that. Such a small conversation, and it changed me so much.

I wonder now, what kind of things change you? What moves your heart and fills you with warmth? That is a story for another day, another letter, if we interact more. For now, please have this, and maybe this can be the start of a bond.

Surely and sincerely,

Avernus"

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ooc tagging: @yumewayuki beloved irl mutual, you know what inspired this