#RP Blog

[the-rubber-band]

Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your dms or ask box with storylines and rp ideas!

[the-w0lverine]

can you do the kitty thing sir? :3

Fine.

[onlyvika]

can you strap me down and call me a good girl? please!!

Well how can I say no when you asked so nicely?

Be a good girl for me and take those clothes off now.

[husks-bar-talks]

Heya there whiskers, how you doin' hmm? Bored? If so i wouldn't mind entertaining ya, only if you want, i know boundries.

Husk: Huh?! But aren't you-.....I thought-.....*looks confused* Angel?

Fantasy: For the sake of the blog, I'm operating as this Angel being from a different dimension

[princeparadoxe]

You would be surprised.

nobody even wants to take advantage of naive pretty boys anymore

[deceit-and-knowledge]

ooc: smilk rn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt hadn't seen Evan all day. This wasn't too uncommon, but he hadn't even texted. No mention of where he was. Not even the Guardians knew when Wyatt asked them. So he starts looking around, and eventually got led to, of all places, a party.

A house party to be exact. Some college student's parents are gone for the weekend and the place is crammed with people in their late teens and early twenties. It's so loud, Wyatt can hear it from halfway down the street. It seemed like the last place Evan would be, but Wyatt had given his description to someone who pointed him in the direction of the house.

It's loud and packed full of people, colorful lights and enough alcohol to kill a person. The music is almost deafening and its hard to move in the sea of drunk young adults. After about half an hour of looking, he finds Evan.

He's... a wreck. Clearly intoxicated and not even noticing Wyatt, he's hanging out with a group of people that Wyatt doesn't recognize as Evan's friends. Its at the moment that Wyatt walks over than one of the people Evan's stood with, a tall blonde guy with large glasses, grabs him and kissed him. It takes Evan about five seconds to shove the guy off, after which they both start laughing.

– @star-spangled-starboyyy

“Evan?” Wyatt asks in shock, reality of what’s just happened barely sinking in.

He’s not sure if he’s going to throw up or pass out. Anxiety and hurt squeeze around his chest like a vice.

Wyatt stumbles backwards, knocking into someone and beer bottles smash on the floor.

[under0-0s]

Time don't matter for these meaningful conversations.

[kukan-harinezumi]

((admin note rp shadow blogs mainly plssss <33))

I see no, hear no evil

[jayceeeetalis]

Meow meow my meow meow my my meow meow meow meow

[ultimat3-lif3form]

you should make a decree where nobody can kiss sonic except you

………..*sigh*…………..

[ask-apex-searchlights]

"Where is she. . ."

@ask-eyefestation

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

[When Kik returns to the room, they look somehow more worn than ever. They still have their headphones on, their body is still sweating from the dance routine, but the energy is completely sapped from their body, the shards in their chest grinding against themselves in slow agony. The light is a little dimmer than it was before.]

"'M back."

[They close the door behind them, sitting on a stool next to the door and taking off their converse. Their hands are unsteady.]

@star-lit-clementine

They all turn to look at them.

…See? Intact in one piece. They’re fine.

And drained. I thought the walk was going to help?

[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

"Oh. Don't I know." Tera laughs. "I dread the day her and Ai start hanging out and the house gets set on fire"

"Or they both conspire to put you in a dress." Kiara giggles. Tera winces. "Don't even say that... ugh, pretty sure Spectre is making a maid outfit to force me into already..."

Harlow opens her front door one day to find a gift basket.

There are a few homemade daggers, one of which could probably be considered a short sword, a few cans of oil, and a handmade leather pouch...

There's a note

Hey. I hope you don't have doorstep thieves cause then this is awkward. But this is... my form of an apology, I think a kinda scared you during the 'incident'

Sorry. Didn't mean to come off that way.

-Tera Elliot Doorman

P.S. Like to hang out properly sometime, attached is my number.

When she opened the door she hissed at a potential package thief, her tail raised to strike.

The thief ran off and possibly pissed their pants.

She shook her head as she closed the door. "Damn people can't keep their hands to themselves."

She immediately got happier by looking at the daggers. She grinned picking them up and putting them in a box with a few others, her tail wagging.

She then looked at the note and smiled softly, her tail was now curled behind her.

[HarBar] Hey is this Tera?

She texted while putting the oil in the fridge and the leather pouch in her room.

"Hmm good for when I go out." She murmured.

[onlyvika]

*sprinkles glitter in your hair*

*sparkles sullenly*

I will not lose my shit.

I will not lose my shit.

I will not lose my shit.