#free for rp interactions

[star-jagerman]

[The band room door opens and in walks Max. He’s still wearing his coach’s outfit and there is a air of smugness and excitement that probably sets of warning bells into the hearts of nerds. Confidently he walks up to the band podium.]

ALRIGHT NERDS LISTEN UP. Your band teacher isn’t here today and won’t be for the next few days. They left me in charge of you geeks. You can call me…

[Max turns around to the white board and picks up a erase maker. In big lettering he writes out “Mr.Maxwell”]

Mr.Maxwell.

[He turns back around and caps the marker. He grins.]

And we’re gonna have loads of fun.

[ted-spankoffski69]

Hey, Paul!

Look, I got you something for christmas!

[It's a card with the caption "BEST FRIENDS" and on the back Ted has taped a 10% coupon for beanie's]

[calaverage]

[Someone was calling Cal's phone. They recognized the number. Fuck...they had been dreading this moment. They had really hoped that they would be back before it happened. They answer the call, putting all their energy into make their voice sound normal.]

Hey! I can't talk for long. What's up?

...

Oh. They did. Guess there's no getting out of it then, huh?

...

Yeah yeah I know. It'll be nice to see you and Gran again at least.

...

...I've been fine. I'm, uh, I might have finally gotten top surgery.

...

Thanks. I will in a couple days once everything has healed more.

...

She's never happy with me that wasn't going to change. Now at least I can start being happy with me.

...

...yeah, I'll see you then. I love you, Sammy.

[The call ends. Despite not being in their more human form, Cal can feel a burning sensation in their throat. They hover in the void, their static form curling in on itself. They wish they had the energy to cry properly, but they were too numb to do anything more than buzz.]

[space-ace-spence]

[Spence was laying on his bed, after another blank day at school, after another fight which left him disappointed]

[He lays there, thinking]

[He doesn't really feel connected to anyone anymore, he feels alone, he's not sure if his friends are even still his friends]

[It feels awkward to reach out himself, he doesn't want to force himself upon people, there's probably reasons why they didn't reach out to him, maybe they're busy]

[Maybe they hate him...]

[So Spence lays there, hoping, longing for a bit of connection]

[yuriko-mukami]

Holidays were approaching, and everything looked jolly when Yuriko stepped in the mall. Ruki had agreed to meet her there later, but somehow, she had a constant feeling of being watched. Perhaps by a familiar? She glanced around but couldn't spot anyone who would have seemed out of the place.

Heading toward the bookshop, Yuriko let her gaze travel around the wide bottom floor of the building. Decorations shined, and happy tunes filled her ears, but it wasn't only that. It felt like there was a distinct aroma of the season wafting from the cafés around her. Oh, how she wanted to taste some seasonal delicacies... but right now, she was on a mission. Cozy and relaxed moments must wait...

Humming, Yuriko hastened her steps a little and turned around the corner...

[3ris-d1st0rtionnn]

SinCE aCCePtiNg mY h u M a N O i D uNcAnnINeSS aNd bEcOMinG mOre INtEgraTed wIth ThE s T r A n g E r, i DecIDed To dO SoME R e d E c O R a T i N g !

A cacophony of distorted, cartoon-like music and manic, disembodied laughter emanates from Eris’ realm.

oH, ANd ThE “ E x I t “ iS RIghT OveR heRe! CAn’T PromIse WHere iT wiLL LeaD… :)

[bb-drayster]

[offscreen post.]

[drayton is still just…standing there. despite all the chaos going on around him, he’s still in his odd little trance. but he adds onto the chaos by having storm use rain dance.

as she does so, something just so happens to slip out of drayton’s hand.

but suddenly, the little aron bolts right for drayton. she begins biting and head butting drayton, who sort of just…stares. why did this seem familiar?]

[pete-spankoffski]

[ Pete walks down the street, muttering to himself with his hands in his pocket. After what happened at the apartment, he has the urge t look behind him every few seconds. His face still feels sore from the punch. ]

[castformation]

Question for my Pokémon IRL/Rotomblr peers as I consider rebooting this blog in the wake of Pokémon Hyperfixation(tm)

Bonus points for elaborating as to whether another user's in-character location influences how you interact with them! Do you find it harder to interact with users from or based in non-canon regions, or do you find it fun?

Thanks for your input! Feel free to reblog for a larger sample size etc etc :D

[star-jagerman]

[Jason and Kyle desperately try and separate the Max from the Clivesdalen as the two fight. Brenda and Stacy are watching in the background, Stacy is recording the fight. There is a lot of screaming and yelling happening.]

[sleuth-mila-young]

🔍 PROMO 🔎

A black screen awaited any viewer who dared to tune in. Judgement here was long gone, it being passed onto the unrighteous. A sizzling, static noise struck the shadow-filled display, absent of any empathetic touch.

...!

"OW!"

A shriek of pain interrupted the solitude.

To follow the yelp, a long, quiet rustle was audible on the other end. Though whatever waited on the other end wasn't visible, the panicked, hurried sounds spoke for them all the same. Rustling and rummaging hissed through the blackened screen. The mental picture could easily be put into your mind.

...After a minute or two of agonizing and awkward waiting, the camera finally took focus, colors flooding the screen. What stood in plain view was a short gentleman with tanned, bronzed skin and short, black curly hair. They smiled sheepishly, smoothing back their hair and brushing off their suit. "...It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." They nodded politely, putting a gloved hand on their heart. "We don't know each other yet, but... I hope we will come to. I'm Mila Law Young, a detective at the Royal Court Agency."

"For a back of a better word, I have gotten wind that thing's have been... risque, around these parts, wouldn't you say? An assortment of crime running in these dark, shaded backstreets, hiding under our noses... And I simply cannot live with the idea that innocent civilians are getting mixed in the middle of it."

"So... that's why I'm here!" Mila beamed, grinning from ear to ear. "To protect and serve! To get to the bottom of these terrible sins that are haunting our youth! Whatever you need, please don't hesitate to contact me. Please remember that I'm a resource, an ear to listen, and, hopefully, a friend."

The sleuth bowed, looking up with a wink. "...I'm at your service."

@ask-a-gremlin @ask-shslpianist @ask-miu-iruma @a-perfect-wish @scxrs-will-fade @roguesinger @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @photographic-misery @obsolete-journalist @demons-for-darling @candy-cocktail @ultimate-class-rep @depths-of-hope-and-despair @devoted-nychta and anyone else not tagged! feel free to jump in/ignore!

[calaverage]

[Cal finally makes it some far later than they should have. Sweetie was already in bed. Least the moved the drum set back into the living room after Tony moved out. Norma is sitting on the couch when they get back. The two exchange a couple pleasantries. How well behaved Sweetie and the plans Cal had made with Lawson, but Cal doesn't have the energy for too much else. Until they remember the lock box in the fridge.

Fuck... If there was gonna be a kid in the house, for any length of time, that couldn't be here. They had been meaning to chuck it for a while now, and they could just pull it from the static anyway. One last thing to check off the list. Cal takes the lockbox back out of the complex, facing the cold air of night once again as they head round to the dumpster.]

[thisisrawr]

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[bliklo-tep]

[ Sounds of glass crushing, slamming into eachother is heard outside of Blinkys room. All of it is replaceable anyway. In a state of rage, he blinks and his lamp falls over. Noises coming from his room make it sound like a full on rage room. Taking his anger out on the furniture. ]

[ He curses under his breath, there were so many words he had been waiting to say yet when he finally saw Tinky. He just couldn’t. he ran away for nothing he started everything he’s at fault why did he run away he’s scared. Mad that he ran from his problems, yet hasn’t she done the same? Why was this so FUCKING difficult? ]

[ Words were sharper than a blade, sometimes they hurt even more than a weapon. ]

[ghostwritcr]

open to :  f ,  21 + muse :  finnigan  tucker ,  early - twenties , computer  science  college  student  &  drug - dealer .

' you  look  sexy  as  fuck  wearing  my  shirt ,  baby girl . . .  but  i  kinda  need  it  to  go  to  class ,  ya ' know ?  lucky  for  you ,  imma  give  you  something  in  return .  anything  you  ask . '

[lcviiathan]

can you please REBLOG THIS if you're an active ATTACK ON TITAN roleplay blog so it gets easier to find more mutuals ?? this includes multimuse blogs && verses as well !!