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funforallthefamily: I just love teasing my daddy. He tries so hard not to give into temptation; but I know he loves it, and he knows what I want; and I don’t stop until I get it.It’s even more so fun when I finally break him. He doesn’t hold back,
lazaras: Follower Special 2 This is Smitty, one of the finest RPer in all of tumblr. If you go through my blog, you will see he nearly liked everything I uploaded. He gave me lots of good advices, the RP’s with him are brilliant, he is a great artist
A quick line drawing of the Tavern the first Elsewhere role-playing thread will take place in. I’m still not sure about the name– But it is a steamy place, brewery, bath-house and tavern all in one, set in a shaky building in the heart of the
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merlionboys: Remember the cute canoeing boy spotted on the bus from about half a year ago? He had since been enlisted, only to get hotter lol. And no, that was not the ice bucket challenge. http://merlionboys.tumblr.com/
differentfacesameman: He groaned a little at the description of his behavior. “Well I supposed it could have been worse. But no I’m not inclined to go back there, or get more of that drink.” The Doctor tried to burrow back under the pillows,
differentfacesameman: raggedymanwiththebowtie: differentfacesameman arkytiorthebadwolf Eleven sat on top of his cloud. He had been here for weeks. The same spot. Never moving and more importantly not interfering with the inhabitants. He only went down
I will not forget one line of this..
differentfacesameman: raggedymanwiththebowtie: Eleven sighed as he argued loudly with the barkeep. “Oi! come on just one more! What happened to ‘customer service’? Well..I suppose it is a possibility that it was not invented yet. I hate this time
raggedymanwiththebowtie: The Doctor was working all night on the TARDIS when he fell asleep under the console. He was restless from being in the same spot for over a week. He wanted to get going as soon as possible. He did not hear the person come into
wolfofthevoid: Wolf hesitated, not because she had any reluctance to tell, but because of what little she knew. ~I woke up in the void, I don’t remember anything before that. I am not bad, so I renamed myself Void Wolf.~ A mental shrug
raggedytimetraveler: “I may be 900 years old, but I am pretty sure that does not work that way.” “Wha’ doesn’t work wha’ way, Doctah?”
raggedytimetraveler: arkytiorthebadwolf: Blushing lightly herself, she shot her best tongue-in-teeth grin at the flustered Doctor. “‘s not tha’ difficult if you’re limber enough, Doctah,” she said teasingly. “‘ven’t you ever seen
wolfofthevoid: ~Waking up in the void was a bit, confusing, really. It’s not a nice place.~ Wolf’s ears went back as she thought about it. ~I’d rather not go back there, ta.~ Her ears flipped forward again. ~You think? I, never had
wolfofthevoid: Picking up on the Other’s concern, Wolf’s tone threaded with humor. ~Basically I just soak it up. There are forms of energy all around us, sunlight, emotion, heat, just to name a few. It’s not a terribly difficult thing,
suchaclevereleven: The Doctor stared right back at her. “…what year is it?” He asked, pretty sure that he had landed in the future and not in the past… “…what was his name?” At his first question a smile creeped across her face and she
Istanbul Not Constantinople || for storminmywake
armins-secret-armin-rp-blog: armin is pretty assured in himself irt his gender hes not like anggsty about it most of the time its upsetting for him sometimes but its not a big…self esteem hangup for him. hes hungup about other things but he knows hes
kaminoraijuu: luckied: kaminoraijuu: “No, it wasn’t me.” He just happen to have passed by and heard that information. “…I’m really not that much of a pervert…” Jean mumbled. “I’m not one to judge…”
glitterglobe: important things to remember if someone doesn’t reply to your message they are probably busy, not ignoring you just because someone doesn’t message you first, it doesn’t mean they don’t care about you if someone seems upset or distant
protector-of-humanity: luckied: “Not my intention!” Jean nervously chuckled. “You may not have intended it, but it still happened- and get that out of my face.” Saya plucked the lit cigarette from the man’s mouth, before unceremoniously
swift-wind-alchemist: luckied: “Easy now,” Jean whispered as Erika started to crumble again, gently taking a hold of her wrists. “I’m not saying we should leave now and I wouldn’t do that to you, not so soon after being on the
multimusehideout: Pulling out his notebook, Kyoya made a few notes. As he did, not once did he let the smile on his face fade. “Excellent. So, now to business. Tell me, Mr. Havoc was it? What special talents do you possess? Be as specific as possible
i-just-need-to-let-it-be-and-rp: luckied: Read More Read More Jean watched Rome carefully as he was flipped back over onto his back, wondering what he had planned for him. The caressing along his side felt weirdly strange, yet reassuring when the
Open Rp (Chimera!Havoc)
i-just-need-to-let-it-be-and-rp: luckied: Havoc gave a smug smirk. “If I’m the idiot, then you’re the dork.” He didn’t appreciate this much closeness, but he kinda needed those papers. Not that Jean cared about his academic life, but it kept
i-just-need-to-let-it-be-and-rp:luckied:Havoc blinked. He still didn’t quite get it. “…I still don’t get it. I’m not the brightest bulb on the porch and you know that. Maybe if you go into deep details…? Maybe I could understand more?”Orion
i-just-need-to-let-it-be-and-rp: Keep reading “Your words, not mine,” Jean shot back as he lifted his head up and raised a hand to yank Rome’s hand away from his cock. “No fucking touching it. I’ll come when I want to.” His words hissed
i-just-need-to-let-it-be-and-rp: Hero lowered the book in his hands when Jean said no and scooted away, listening to him carefully. “I can’t do my reading without daddy!” His voice raised in volume a bit but not enough to call any attention to.
i-just-need-to-let-it-be-and-rp: Rome hummed at his words, not exactly listening since he was inspecting Jean’s leg. He was worried, especially with all the moving around and stress Jean was putting on himself. He looked to Jean thoughtfully, as if
i-just-need-to-let-it-be-and-rp: Orion looked over to Jean as he spoke, trying not to laugh at his pathetic attempt at folding. Then again he expected nothing less from a man who lived on his own. He knew that was kind of sexist but he used to be the
i-just-need-to-let-it-be-and-rp: Rome grunted when he was lunged at and hit the floor, his hands moving to Jean’s wrists to hold them there so he couldn’t hit him. He scoffed at his words and locked eyes with him. “I’m not covering for him,
i-just-need-to-let-it-be-and-rp: Rome was in a deep sleep, not noticing Jean shimmying out from beneath him. He did however notice getting smacked, eyes snapping open and focusing on the man next to him. He sat up a bit and yawned before falling back
i-just-need-to-let-it-be-and-rp: Rome took a long drag from his cigarette as he watched Jean go through the files, upset about the fake suicide but probably not as much as Jean. He didn’t know the guy after all, just thought it was sick how the institute
i-just-need-to-let-it-be-and-rp: Orion was quiet as Jean stared at the table, wondering what he was thinking but not bothering to ask. If he needed to know he’d find out. He glanced over at his son, hoping the boy wouldn’t wake up when he brought
its-not-raining: “Oh god, do you ever shut up?” Jean raised his eyes from where he was sitting, his brows furrowing in a frown. “The hell I said anything, weirdo,” he murmured as he lit his smoke. He wasn’t suppose to be smoking
its-not-raining: ((Continued from this, @luckied)) “You were going to.” Roy’s eyes were cold when he looked up. No, that wasn’t true, and he knew it. Maybe it was wishful thinking. What an odd thought indeed. In anyone else Roy would appreciate
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: ((Continued from this, @luckied)) “You were going to.” Roy’s eyes were cold when he looked up. No, that wasn’t true, and he knew it. Maybe it was wishful thinking. What an odd thought indeed. In anyone
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: ((Continued from this, @luckied)) “You were going to.” Roy’s eyes were cold when he looked up. No, that wasn’t true, and he knew it. Maybe it was wishful thinking. What
its-not-raining: “Is there a reason you’re telling me this?” Roy inquired, trying and succeeding to get his reactions back under control. If that’s how Havoc wanted to play, fine. “Something you want, maybe? Because I can assure you I am perfectly
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: “Is there a reason you’re telling me this?” Roy inquired, trying and succeeding to get his reactions back under control. If that’s how Havoc wanted to play, fine. “Something you want, maybe? Because
its-not-raining: Roy quietly seethed with anger as he listened to Havoc talk. It was a foreign feeling, and entirely unwelcome, but he made no effort to control it. His knuckles turned white as he practically dug his nails into the surface of his desk.
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: Roy quietly seethed with anger as he listened to Havoc talk. It was a foreign feeling, and entirely unwelcome, but he made no effort to control it. His knuckles turned white as he practically dug his nails
its-not-raining: Roy withdrew his right hand from Havoc’s collar for a moment, only to thrust his fist right into the man’s face with an enraged cry, letting out all his frustrations - not only over being unable to have Maes, but his inability to
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: Roy withdrew his right hand from Havoc’s collar for a moment, only to thrust his fist right into the man’s face with an enraged cry, letting out all his frustrations - not only over being unable to have
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: Roy withdrew his right hand from Havoc’s collar for a moment, only to thrust his fist right into the man’s face with an enraged cry, letting out all his frustrations - not
its-not-raining: “What do you want?” Roy asked pointedly, glaring at the black spot on his otherwise clean desk. He knew of course what the man was talking about but- -there was a part of him that wanted to see him admit it. To take responsibility,
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: “What do you want?” Roy asked pointedly, glaring at the black spot on his otherwise clean desk. He knew of course what the man was talking about but- -there was a part of him that wanted to see him admit
its-not-raining: ((@luckied)) Roy groaned. It had been a few days since his and Havoc’s… conversation, and nothing had really changed. Roy hadn’t caught Havoc smoking in the office again since then, but judging by the smell the man had just
its-not-raining: Roy was just about to say something to stop Havoc from leaving when the man- closed the door and turned around? Fine then, Roy wouldn’t have to make the first move. Nor did Havoc have to know that he’d even intended to. “What
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: Roy was just about to say something to stop Havoc from leaving when the man- closed the door and turned around? Fine then, Roy wouldn’t have to make the first move. Nor did Havoc have to know that he’d
its-not-raining: “What fear?” Roy grit out, glaring heatedly at his subordinate. “Do you think I’m scared of you? I’ve already lost most of what’s important to me.” Roy was just about to yell at Havoc to get the hell out of his office before
squigglydigg:rp-puckerman:instead of that “write an about me” meme going around, people should write a review, like on the back of a book cover, about me and i’ll put it on my blog. examples:she is so cool - anonymousdefinitely not thirsty -
You listen to me. Every single one of my followers. I may not talk to you every day. I may not RP with you. I might not even know you beyond an icon and a URL. But you know what? You're important, you're special, and I care about you. I promise
lantisthepreyingmantis: I woke in the rain today. I’d been up in the sky, laid out in the crow’s nest with an empty bottle of rum like a limp noodle that was too big to stuff into a cup, and found I was drenched- not by rum as I expected, but with
I haven’t rp’d in like 7 months I miss it..sob..
