I'm the administrator of this account, and you can call me Tassi(20m). I just got alittle bored and wanted to make an RP account for everyone to enjoy.
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RULES
I'll allow any form of role-playing. However, lewd RPs are strictly for DMs.
Please don't be immature. Screaming, crying, and whining will cause you to get blocked.
Do not control/kill off any character unless we've discussed it beforehand.
Do not make your character crazy powerful/immortal. That's just dumb.
i'm thinking about making a rp blog again. i'd love to make a p blog for hamlet, martin mathias, horatio, or victor frankenstein, but i’m not sure yet!
i just fear people who have blogs of the same character getting uncomfortable with me also roleplaying as said character they're roleplaying as, but i’m sure that’s just a silly fear that my overthinking brain came up with
but, anyways, i'm looking for anyone who roleplays as classic lit or slasher characters that i could maybe make a blog to roleplay and interact with! i’m a very flexible person and can roleplay in a serious and non serious way. when i do make a canon character rp blog, i plan on roleplaying seriously and in a non serious way depending on the situation!
more of my rambles about this are in the tags. and some important info (possibly)
“Well, here I am. I hope you’re all ready for me.” He says as he lounges on his pristine white couch.
It’s spotless and perfect, just like everything else in his apartment from the windows to his stainless steel kitchen appliances.
Patrick Bateman was a man of taste and perfection. His music shelf in his living room, as well as the musical posters and the film selection in his cabinet by the TV, all could tell you he was a man of culture as well.
He had a bookshelf with classics like The Great Gatsby, Sherlock Holmes and some true crime books but print was dead. He much preferred music as his favorite media to consume.
Come on in, let him talk to you about the latest Hughie and the News album or whatever else may strike his fancy.
If you catch him in public, feel free to chat him up but if he has his headphones in, he’ll walk right passed you. It’s not rude. He simply didn’t hear you say hello.
There’s a slight visible grin pulling the plump red lips, “If you’re not alone, I would say that the person you came with shouldn’t leave their woman as beautiful as you out here. With all of the creeps and weirdos.”
There’s a tint of implication in her deep, feminine voice escaping her mouth, that she could be one of the creeps and weirdos. Olden is reminded of the thick clouds of smoke poisoning the air by this lovely stranger that she badly she wanted a cigarette. The blonde takes it upon herself to steal the stool beside the stranger. Her milky thighs squeeze together when her legs are crossed.
Olden’s delicate hand gestures to the cigarette in between those magenta lips. “May I have one? Or are you feeling generous to share the one you have in your mouth?”