#tma oc rp

[leach-girls]

liza and niki walk hand in hand to the park, making idle chatter about niki’s day at school. liza listens, making small comments about things. once they get to the park, niki runs off to play, while liza sits on the bench and watches.

[gale-sky-and-sea]

Gale is slumped over in a chair at a corner of a cafe, covered in thin black tendrils and a thin layer of dirt. Fae appear to be asleep, but they don't breathe at all, the only sign that they are still alive is the rapid fluttering of xer eyelids.

[i-go-by-too-many-names]

[A girl skips down the sidewalk. She sings loudly and spins around the light poles with not a care in the world to be shed.

She looks to be the age of a child who should be in school. Why isn't she in school?

As she nears each person it becomes more and more apparent of her unusual build. Her skin and eyes glisten in the light. Skin is not supposed to do that.]

[the-spore-connection]

[In a dark alleyway, something- or perhaps someone- shambled along, bringing with it the scent of damp soil and quietly moldering decay. Where its feet, if they could even be called that anymore with the amount of fungus and moss caking them, touched the ground, mycelial webbing began to spread.]

[A sudden noise made it turn its head sharply, almost unnaturally, its almost bestial form pausing as its single webbed-over eye peered into the darkness.]

[A sound like a many-layered, melodic voice chimed in the head of the onlooker. Or perhaps it wasn't a voice at all, just a collection of ideas. Either way, the message was clear: A greeting.]

[little-watcher]

julian wanders the streets, humming a tune he doesn’t know. he doesn’t know much. but he knows his name. his name is julian. and that’s plenty enough for him.

[soren-gravestone-baltimore]

Soren sits on the ground, arranging rocks around a tiny, dead butterfly. Thi's wearing a pair of cargo shorts full of holes and tears, and a worn out t-shirt, so completely muddied and dirty that it's impossible to tell what it used to say, though some remnants of "CA" and "THER" are still visible. The shirt probably used to be purple.

Ter covered in bruises and scratches, though none go deeper than the surface of thits skin. Hys hair is wild and messy, almost fur-like, falling in dirty, inconsistent lines over hys face and down ter neck. A small crown of dead flowers rests upon hys head; a special headpiece thi made earlier this morning just for the ritual.

Thi looks around occasionally, wondering when hys audience will show up.

[an-unwanted-prophet]

A person steps into the park,and Elijah immediately feels his attention pulled to them.

The person in question is quite tall and has fluffy waist long spirally neon purple curls.

They're wearing a purple sweater with a swirl pattern, black pants and platforms with spirals on them. Everything about fae is unnaturally bright,down to the green cat eyes behind round glasses. Everything about it makes Elijah feel like a moth drawn to a flame.

Elijah observes fae from a distance at first, tilting his head to the side slightly. He's only slightly shorter than it, with pale skin and wavy, somewhat unruly blond hair reaching down to his shoulders. He's wearing what appears to be an old nurse's outfit; teal sweatpants and a t-shirt of the same color, both of them worn out and splattered with blood. But the most notable thing about his appearance is his mask, covering his face entirely.

He steps closer.

"Hello."

[casandaxel]

Somewhere in London, a young man with a web tattoo stood in the back of a thrift store, holding a leather-bound book. He held it tentatively, lightly, as if scared that it could explode or something. Slowly, he opened the cover, before slamming it shut again. Inside was a plate. ‘From the library of Juergen Leitner.’

The man tucked the book under his arm and quickly walked out of the store, not paying for the book. He needed to take it. Once outside of the dusty store and onto the streets, the man took the book from under his arm, staring at it as he walked. He didn’t look where he was going.

[equiusza]

Some of my little guys

[ericfosterpi]

This has got to be some joke, right?

I'm..

My father had another kid.. . .

Please, if anyone can help me get in touch with a Sinclair Foster, I'd be willing to pay. I just want to meet her.

Please.

[anatomically-accurate-heart]

I want to cause problems on purpose

[gale-sky-and-sea]

I woke up covered in dirt this morning. I wish it was just a coincidence. But I am going to stop sleeping for the time being.

[the-inkwell-bookstore]

A tall person with short neon purple curls walks into the store, looking around curiously.

Hearing- or seeing- the door open, Mallory peered over at the person who had entered the store. They tilted their head a little, eyes trained on the potential customer. After a moment, Mallory decided to speak. “Hello,” they said in their normal neutral tone.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” She asked, using their normal script for when somebody entered. They probably knew where every book was in this store.

[mysticecho23]

How do you guys roleplay on this app? /gen

I’ve seen some TMA rps on here and I haven’t roleplayed in forever. Id love to get back into it it’s been way too long.

If you’d be down please let me know!!

[little-watcher]

ellery sits criss cross in a park, rain having recently dried. it hums quietly, murmuring sweet little nothings to his bugs.

[soren-gravestone-baltimore]

What does love feel like?