#this post is about rp blogs

[jackiebrackettt]

can I be honest crquackity is everything to me

[peearrdee]

anonverse the only rpverse Ever. where else can I see asks like “do you lactate” or be made aware of other explicit details of c!wilbur’s sex life

[1wn8ure]

rpbee thread the world has been made whole again

[mx-t4t0]

[professional-termite]

nbc hannibal au where everything is the same except hannibal has a tumblr blog called i-cook-and-eat-rude-people and nobody questions or reports it because they think its just another gimmick blog

[nakunatta-fujihana]

Movie date and got proposed to today 💕

[ask-bad-end-sunny]

Aaaaand here it is!! A lil piece of art to commemorate this blog reaching 200 followers!!! :D

Thank you so much guys for all your support, asks and fanart that you've given to this blog!! I really appreciate all of it! I never expected this blog to get this far, but it's great that it has, I've had so much fun drawing all the sprites and art for this blog!! All the positive feedback I've gotten from you guys means so much!!

So, thank you, and I hope you enjoy the art!! God bless!! 💕💕💕

-💛

[that-one-poison-trainer]

ooc: people with more than two rp blogs, how the hell do you manage all that?

[candy-penrose]

Gonna start living my life like I’m in “crazy ex-girlfriend”

Got a problem? Sing a song!

Switch out old thoughts like “aw man my new shoes are ruined by that pile of blood I stepped in on the street :(”

For new ones like “time to sing a song about getting new new shoes!”

[ahlis-xiv]

Long before Ahlis existed in XIV and WoW (and even before her progenitor, Fern, came about), there was a duo of OCs that were, and still are, dear to my heart. That's what happens when you create and share stories with your best friend many years into the future; that love for them never really dies.

Una and Mandy came from pure teenage escapism and fantasy, indulging the best in what it means to be young, unafraid and hilarious in a way only young girls can appreciate. It also helped that a wonderful 90's anime, The Slayers, facilitated it lol.

(shout out to @birdpeddler for being that bff, the greatest friend and person to come into my life...and of course to @britishmuffin for creating this lovely artwork to bring these characters to life)

[damianwayne-thebloodson]

Damian Wayne-Al Ghul, the blood son, Bruce Wayne’s youngest.

(🟢➖🟢) 🔪

((Rp account, interact if you want to, don’t if you don’t))

^^Same Person^^

I’m fine with most interactions, but I’m not a huge fan of SUPER long convos because ~ADHD~

Otherwise go ahead, I’d love some Gotham City/Dc character stuff to talk about, maybe I’ll draw it

((If your idea is cool you’ll probably get some art, can’t help it, soz. ALSO—look at the tags, I put things there 👉👈))

Cool People I’m Putting Here So I can Find Em Easier

((Not bothering to see if it’s the same person runnin’ em))

@alfiethaddeuscranepennyworth

@officialbruciewayne / @darkknightofficial

@dickiegraysonwayne

@circus-champion

@ask-dick-grayson

@officialnightwing

@jason-peter-todd-harper

@redhoodedalleydog

@timblrdrake / @dimblrtrake

@redrobinfr

@gotham-spoiler-alert

@gothamsfavmanwhore

@billy-batson-shazam

@jonthan-s-kent

@jacynbrakegrayson

@hallsjordanss

@totally-not-soupernova

@officialbernarddowd

@totally-not-peter-parker

@alzhul

@yaeklore

@joker-junior

@speedywithadhd

@babsggordon

@jacynbrakegrayson

[jackiebrackettt]

WAIT THEY KISSED

[peearrdee]

wilburgersoot going through it rn holy shit. Dead wife isn’t dead—oh my god is it because he’s part fridge

[speedywithadhd]

sometimes you just wanna be thrown

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

This but with Layla

[spid3r-trans]

so I have an au idea:

punkflower tangled au

a/n: had to work out some details w this one sorry it took longer! i really couldn’t get my head wrapped around like a fantasy setting for this so it’s kind of different. i hope it’s ok!

~

Miles is different from the others. He knows that. He’s an anomaly— that’s what he’s been told for as long as he can remember. He knows that he has to stay here, in this place, because if he doesn’t the entire thread of the universe could start to unravel.

People would die. So he stays put.

Hobie is different from the others. He’s more stubborn, more curious, and far less likely to follow orders. So when he hears a rumor about a boy in a tower, well, it’s only second nature to want to find out the truth for himself.

The gravity-defying, sleek structure that sits in the center of Nueva York is a mystery to most onlookers. Rumors of twisting elevators, endless hallways, and secret rooms pass in hushed whispers between lips — and Hobie knows they’re all true.

He’s sneaking through those very halls now, sticking to the shadows, keeping his head down. Being here is supposed to be a privilege, an honor, a tribute to his abilities. It’s all bullshit. He just needs to prove it.

In the outside world, talks about what they really do at the facility are common. Speculations, accusations, doubts — Hobie often spearheads such conversations himself. There’s something undeniably suspicious about conducting and preserving the events of the entire multiverse based on the theories of one man.

Hobie was never meant to overhear the high-spirited A.I. talking to the leader of the operation. He was never meant to hack into the security archives and pinpoint the exact location they spoke of— and he most certainly was never supposed to make his way there. Still, the heavy echo of his boots reverberates as he makes his way down the empty hall.

Deep within the confines of the building that houses the society, Hobie comes to a vast, empty room. Automatic lights click on when he enters, making him squint at the sight before him. A strange metallic structure juts abruptly from the floor, rising high into the air and doming at the top.

It’s a tower.

Of all the outlandish rumors he heard, Hobie had hoped this one was a myth.

—

Fuck. His head hurts. Hobie slowly regains consciousness, starting to move his hand to feel what must be a massive lump forming on his forehead — only to realize that he can’t. He’s tied to a chair and his web-shooters are gone.

Panic doesn’t have a chance to set in before his spider sense — which has decided to work now — goes off, and a figure emerges from the shadows.

A boy, apprehensive and wielding a frying pan glowers at Hobie from across the room.

“Who are you?” He asks, “And how did you find me?”

—

Miles needed convincing. It’s not easy to leave a place when you’re told the entire multiverse could collapse and it would be your fault— but Miles wants to go.

Hobie is convincing. He tells Miles in his silly accent about what’s really out there. About the experiences Miles can still have— he wants Miles to come with him.

Sneaking out of the facility is no easy task. Hobie almost wonders if it was worth it, if he did the right thing — but when they stumble into one of the few spots left in Nueva York where nature thrives, Miles smiles.

And in that brief moment, Hobie knows.

Send an army, let the entire multiverse collapse — he’ll be by Miles’ side.