#the judge rp

[maskmerchand]

BIS VINCIT, QUI SE VINCIT IN VICTORIA .

#MASKMERCHAND ; an independent, private, highly selective roleplay blog for ZACHARIE from MORTIS GHOST'S OFF ! sideblog to @demondrank, follows back from there . LIKE / REBLOG if interested in interacting .

[noblehouseofgay]

Doorstep

Jegulus and Black brothers microfic

Hurt/comfort

Trans regulus

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Regulus Black showed up on the Potter's doorstep at 9:32 pm on December 21st.

He looked pathetic.

Regulus was wearing a dress his mother had forced him into for a party. His face was tear stained, with makeup streaks painting his face. His had a fresh cut on his cheek from a curse his mother had thrown.

In one hand was a small bag, the only belongings he could manage to grab. And in the other hand was Kreacher holding Regulus' finger. He had refused to leave the poor elf behind so he'd convinced him to come with.

The door opened, revealing James and Sirius. Regulus just looked at his brother, begging him with his eyes. Sirius said nothing. He simply stepped forward and pulled Regulus into his chest. Regulus broke and immediately sobbed into his brother's embrace.

James stepped closer and gently pet Regulus' hair, trying to comfort the sobbing boy.

Eventually he ran out of tears. The Potters guided Regulus inside. He was shown to the bathroom to clean up. Sirius immediately went in with scissors to fix Regulus' hair, which was much too long.

The brothers stood quietly in the bathroom, looking at themselves in the mirror. Sirius leaned down and kissed his brother's head before giving him a soft smile and leaving him to shower in peace.

Regulus took a long time in the shower. He needed to feel clean. Feel new.

He needed to think. Needed to process.

He'd finally left. Something he never thought he'd do. But he was here. With his brother and with his boyfriend. He did it.

He was free.

[justiceiswrath]

Wrath is The Only Justice

-Shitty RP promo GO.

-+18 Satan Blog -Mostly will be Headcanons and What we just got from the show. -Fair Warning, Satan is a Dick. -Please Share Out. -Blog is WIP please know that.

-ICON BORDER BY THYLIGHTBRIGER

[guns-n-rosier]

I've got you, @all-bart-and-bite

'Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne, Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends. J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne. Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées, Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit, Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées, Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe, Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur, Et, quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.'

That one's Victor Hugo, actually. Not bad, huh?

[demonlike-judge-offire]

[ Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death. ]

[ Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death! ]

[ Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death! ]

[ Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’……. ]

[ Constellations of the absolute good system have withdrawn the mark of ‘evil’ from you. ]

[averagevamptboy]

a prince x court best friend drabble i whipped up for mutual at 1am but got too invested...

all the stereotypical prince shit— it's so terrible that you’ve always gotten everything you wanted, the whole kingdom at your feet, lines of people who want to date you and inherit the kingdom with you someday. but they don’t know you’re a little faggot, and i make no errors in reminding you that every time that i’m making you whine for more.

this time, i've been invited for dinner, and i sit across from you alongside our parents. they discuss some sort of proposal and upcoming banquets. and i don’t look at you, just stifling a smirk as i stare at my plate. 

then, we excuse ourselves quietly as our plates are taken, and we head into the library, since i’m here to help with your lessons today. though we’re about the same age, your coddling in the castle leaves you clueless in skilled subjects, so your parents have so kindly asked me as your best friend to help out. 

but the moment we step into the library study, you’re shuffling onto the wooden chair beside mine, sitting far too close for “just friends”, and i ignore how your knees are practically facing my direction and nudging against my thighs as i settle onto my chair. your entire body faces mine as i open the textbooks casually and glance at you with furrowed brows. i pick up a pen and scribble on the corner, then look at you again.

there’s a kind of lustful longing in your gaze immediately, and i can’t hold back my laughter.

   “What?” i’m trying to quieten my laughter, since we are *meant* to be studying after all. you’re just staring at me blankly, lustfully, so my laughter dies out and i go back to reading over the textbook, and i underline a couple words, then turn to you again. you’re still staring blankly so i quirk my eyebrows again. you’re making no effort whatsoever to not stare at my lips, so i sigh.

“Yeah?” you say blankly, starting to smile hazily, not looking away. it’s honestly frustrating, how nothing else is on your mind besides fucking like rabbits in these useless study sessions. your entitlement to my new “services” to you are only heightened by the walks through the gardens and occasionally the forests that were marred by repeatedly fucking.

i cave in, but i don’t initiate anything, waiting till your hand rests on my thigh shyly, and i eye the doorway quietly, then look at you with a brief nod.

we both stand up, and you’re clumsily, enthusiastically unhooking the cellar trapdoor, and i’m grabbing the candle holder, and i’m following you down the stairs, taking in the musty scent of books and not-so-dusty-anymore table by the numerous bookshelves.

it’s way darker down here, not necessarily unpleasant, but its safe, and easier to hide any suspicious activity. i look at you, and you’re already sitting legs spread on the table, still fully clothed. i stare at you and start to laugh.

“The fuck, Prince M-” i begin, but you cut me off angrily.

“i didn’t say you could call me that!” you retort, annoyed your *dearest companion* would refer to you so formally. i roll my eyes, because i know better, i know you love it. 

you won’t admit it, but i see the way your eyes glint as i say that, and the light bulge of your tdick through your tight pants, and the warmth in your cheeks. 

before i know it, im already all over you, mouthing at your neck, spit dribbling down you as i bite lightly, not leaving marks– as much as you yearn for them, knowing it’d disgust your family. i know better than to place you in danger, after all, you’re barely a prince of dignity when it comes to this, more comparable to a mere mutt. you’d be humping my leg at dinner if i didn’t know better than to shut off any attention to you besides in our time alone. 

i’m palming at your tdick through your trousers, letting you pant into my mouth, whining for me to go further. i simply dig my fingertips into your waist under your crisp shirt, telling you to shut up. you make a noise, and i press a little harder, annoyed. i focus on your sloppy kiss, adding what little rhythm i can, turning you into pliant mush under my hands.

i pull apart, watching your red face, and i grin. 

“What does my prince want now, hm?” i ask, running my hand along your back gently, watching you revel in your title. 

“Take off your shirt. And those. And I want mine off.” you command. i fucking hate when you do that, prick. i’ll take it for now though. I’ll let it slide, i’ll let you talk your talk for now.

“Watch your tone, sir.” i mutter, but i comply, obeying your wishes, stripping off confidently. i’m not necessarily complaining though. i take off my shirt and hang it over the bookshelf and do the same with my trousers, and i stare at you.

“Like this, Prince?” i ask. you nod cheerfully, no thoughts but lust available to you. i grin, and press a kiss to your jaw as i unbuckle your belt, and lift your hips slightly to slide off your trousers. they’re tossed aside as i kiss down your neck. 

it’s a blur as i kiss along your happy trail, fingers tracing your hips, and i watch your eyes go fuzzy as i move my fingers to touch you through your boxers.

“Sir? How’s this, Prince?” i question, teasing this time as i admire the way your lips move to say words, but nothing comes out. i take it as an invitation to slip off your boxers and kneel before you. i start to collect your wetness with my tongue, enjoying the expression on your face as i edge closer to your tdick. there’s not even a speck of conceit in you anymore, just blissed out and your hands tangled in my hair pushing me closer to where you desperately want me. 

i’ll let you have this for now, but i promise myself internally that next time, i’ll fuck not just your conceit out, but every ounce of your self-respect and dignity

@pillowprince-playroom

[90sdiablo]

Raoulin being turned into a himbo recently happened in the Palace of Justice RP Discord server, so I had to make this comic based on "Don't Look at them, Ricky".

featuring @frollosversion's oc, Ace, who happened to turn Raoulin into a himbo lol.

[riftdancing]

Once a humble coffee shop nestled in the heart of a great free company, The Fireside was the go-to place for members of Firelight Trading Company looking for a bite to eat after a long mission. Realising its potential as both a meeting place and a means of capital, its proprietor expanded the business throughout the various city-states of Eorzea until The Fireside became synonymous with coffee, company and great food; sourly needed after the anguish of The Final Days. Now, patrons old and new can gather to enjoy the hospitality and cosy atmosphere these avenues provide. Welcome to The Fireside! This establishment was made to focus on the creation and fostering of late-night/oceanic roleplay. Though physically located in Balmung/Crystal's Shirogane, the Fireside's expansion into almost all the city-states creates a space where your character can walk in from almost anywhere, and our focus on a coffee-shop with a laid-back atmosphere encourages off-the-cuff, casual roleplay that can turn into more. For more information, or to keep in touch with our events, feel free to join our discord here!

The Fireside will be re-opening for events shortly after Dawntrail's release. The staff are going to take some time to get through the MSQ and give everyone else a chance to play the expansion for a little bit before we begin again, but we're making a come back! Please look forward to it!

Until then, as always, the cafe is open to the public 24/7 for both your /gpose and roleplay hobbies! However, during off hours the café will not currently be staffed. Please feel free to NPC any baristas or waiters you might need for your Roleplay in the mean time.

Thank you so much for your interest! We're eager to serve you again!

Feel free to visit our beautifully overhauled website: The Fireside

The Fireside is located @ Plot 53, 3rd Ward, Shirogane on Balmung (Crystal)

[clintbarton-thearrowguy]

Officially a father of 3

Nathanial was born earlier today, and Laura and I have enough kids

@laura-barton-shield

[savs-sims98]

(Sylvannah & Shadowheart vibe before the hair change✨👌🏼)

Sylvannah and Shadowheart were fast friends😌.

Shadowheart was weary to trust her or any of them for that matter. Something about Sylvannah made her feel heard and she felt that she could open up to someone finally. Sylvannah never had many real friends growing up so it was refreshing to just sit, laugh, and drink with another woman.

I feel as though Shadowheart is definitely the first to come out and see the twins when they are born. She brings her parents with her along with some crops and flowers from her garden🪻🍇

Art by @ soapap

[nrcsfavoriteshrimps]

[giddy giggling]

“…so what’s goin’ on with Spots ova there?”

“He met that Skully guy a while ago. Apparently they were friends before Chase was sent to NRC and seeing him again reignited some old feelings.”

“What?”

“Chase has a crush on Skully.”

“Oh…WAIT HE WHAT—”

“He’s still so silly~!”

[nan0-sp1der]

Huh... You're an interesting one. Are you a Spider-Person, too? You look mechanical, which is... different.

N-not that that's a bad thing! Sorry, I'm sorry. You look fine. I've never met a fully functional, independent android before...

Can... Can I see your schematics?

@bagel-marks-the-spot

You have returned. It seems as though the laws of physics are working as usual—as ambiguously and as unexpectedly to design as possible... Jonathan Ohnn, self-titled 'The Spot.' It seems I know more about yourself than you do of me. No offense taken, of course.

I was designed with full autonomy in mind, to serve my purpose. It is a foreign concept, designing a machine with the capacity to wield a sense of empathy as a guiding moral principle. Rather, it is seldom achieved without some sort of error surfacing in their design with time.

You... May not see my schematics, for security reasons—it is classified information—though you may have my name. Bridge, Humanoid Android Surveyor System, and self-titled 'Nano Spider.'

It is a surprise to see you again, Ohnn.

[justiceiswrath]

@the-smallest-star

BORING?

Boring?

really?

You litrally had one of your muses go throw THUNDER dome fucking up other demons. There always some tasty shit on your blog.

WHAT DID MOTHERFUCKERS WANT? LIke shit. I bet they wouldn't know charatcer develop if it bit them on the ass.

BORING.

-SMACK LIPS- Let me stop I am gonna RANT HAHA.

[psychicdelicz]

Everytime i answer an ask i get a new one in my box bro 😭 its funny and i really dont mind at all but GODDAMN you guys really love me 💀

[lottie-true-crime]

TJ Maxx haul

@natalie-scatorccio-rp I'm going again tomorrow, wanna come so we can look for a new jacket?

[killerlittlerejects]

For anyone that wants to rp but are scared of how I will react to their portrayals of the characters:

Gimme. Gimme em, I will love them. I swear to you on my life. Make em scary, make em mean. Make them sad, and sympathetic. Make them an asshole, or someone who doesn’t express their feelings in a way that is considered the norm. Make them show weakness, be vulnerable. Hell make them loving, we don’t judge here.

I will love your character and will never ask you to change them. So Gimme em!