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Any of y'all have rp blogs/OCS outside of anything Homestuck?
Cause I've been on my canon LoL blog for months and have been actually pretty happy over there
If you wanna do some shit message me at @moonlightviigil
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Thinks about my fantrolls again >:T
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The sheer thought of that acid goop touching your skin is REVOLTING. It sends a sharp shiver down your spine looking at the green tinted glow from the floor as it dimly lit the ceiling. But could it be as bad as you think? Going into your memory, there was a time you had drunkenly purchased a small tub of slime off of an online store. That, whatever it was, felt nice to the touch. Cold and soothing. The stuff in that large bucket? It looks like it's out of some scifi movie made to be something horrendous.
"I'd rather be ran over by a fucking truck than touch that shit," you reel back, leaning as far away as possible.
Why the fuck does Aubrey keep mentioning that this slime will heal him? How... he needs to see a doctor, not like in a puddle of goop.
"And don't give me that look! I'm sure you'd feel the same way if you were ejected at light speed from a fuckin' worm hole," You snap back. You clutch your side again, trying to get some sort of sympathy from this troll. "Shits not fun, 0/10, do not recommend." If only there was some sort of safety precaution when it came to this outcome, you would have been dressed to the nines with bubble wrap and a helmet. The fanciest plastic your cheap ass could buy.
Aubrey wasn't kidding; they began to bend down to scoop you up from the floor. But before you could get the chance to retaliate, you squirmed in discomfort of snapped ribs rubbing together. You tried grasping their shoulder to take them down with you, but they let you go without any hesitation.
A loud plop from the goo separating as you landed in the center of the recuperacoon. You held out your arms away from the slime trying to avoid the touch as much as possible, but the thickness of the material was making you sink in deeper like quicksand. The more you struggled... the harder it became to pull yourself out.
Finally giving in after a moment of struggle, you let your arms go limp, head and neck being caressed by this green slime. Somehow the material didn't seem to stick to you, which is what you feared the most. Once you know it won't glue to your skin, you finally let your body go limp. A deep sigh of relief left your chest as you stared up at the ceiling in exhaustion.
The words that came out of Aubrey's mouth blended into an unintelligible murmur before your neck released its tension, followed by closing your eyes nearly immediately.
It's been a long day.
@videcoeur
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==> Lyle: Walk around.
Continued from HERE
“Oh, we don’t just have boy bands.” You shifted in your seat to make yourself as comfortable as you can be. “There’s a lotta shit out of there, man. If I could pull it up, I’d show you this band that has a cat for its lead singer.” You would know about all of these obscure bands, you hipster garbage. “Like… I’m sure there is some strange shit here, too. It literally can’t be just back home. If that is the case, I want to speak to your manager.” Speaking to the ‘manager’ of what? Alternia? Good luck with that, cupcake. You’ll be dead before she even gets a whiff of your existence.
”What? You afraid of my milkshakes bringing the boys to your yard?” The shirt Aubrey offered wasn’t exactly what you’d imagine yourself wearing normally, but at least it was something that didn’t have a gaping hole in the side where your shirt was torn. Being offered the leggings on the other hand is also something that you never imagined yourself wearing besides for jokes. Sure, you wear your skinny jeans too. But leggings are just… not it for your physique. You would like to avoid showing your undercarriage to others as much as possible.
“Ugh, I know you’re right” looking down to your pasty arm, the sun will absolutely boil you alive. Fry you to a beyond crispy burn. Just being outside for an hour, gets your skin to turn a little pink. AN HOUR for god’s sake. “I’m a transparent white guy. I’d evaporate within minutes.” Unlike your friend who got dumped here with you, she would be able to withstand the sun longer. Well, You’re sure anyone else could, really. God… you’re still really worried about her.
You push yourself up from the seat and follow Aubrey down the hall. Not quickly due to your probably fractured ankle and busted ribs. Leaning against the wall, you see a pod-like… thing. Recuperacoon? What the hell is with all of these wild names for things? “Whatever is in that thing, I’m not touching it with a ten foot pole.” Just the thought of that acidic looking slime makes you want to revisit your last meal.
“No?” You almost scoff at the idea of having that back home. “We sleep on mattresses. The thing I saw back there? The fluffy rectangle in the corner?” You wave an arm back down the hall toward the mattress on the floor being used as some sort of storage platform with books all over it.
“I think that’s something best saved for another time” You halfheartedly chuckle to yourself. Sure, there are plenty of people who suffer with sleeping disorders– yourself included. Not as bad as some others have it, but insomnia isn’t something to turn your nose up at either. “There is plenty that can keep us awake at night, or… day, as you will.” There is a myriad of sleep problems people deal with, and there isn’t a lot of time to explain it all when you’re shallow breathing trying to keep yourself upright against the wall.
“I’m sorry, as much as it is nice to see this place, I’m in a lot of fuckin’ pain right now and can’t stand up right now.” Surprisingly, you aren’t actually being dramatic at this point. You grab at your side again and crumple to sit on the floor. You try your hardest from holding back the tears in your eyes, but this isn’t one of those times. The sharp stabbing pain in your side is enough to probably take down a heavyweight wrestler. Or you could be overestimating the pain; then again, you are fairly thin for your age.
@videcoeur
“Your what now?” His milkshakes? That’s probably some uh.. Earth guy slang. You have no idea what that means but contextually, you guess it is something that’s attractive. But milkshakes on Alternia are just those frosty delicious treats, so you can’t see why the would bring boys to their yard. Plus, not a lot of people have yards on Alternia. Like. You live in one of the tallest, shittiest, multiple apartment complex of Alternia. You’re crammed like sardines in cheap fire-easy hole that is just begging to be set ablaze.
You’re not bringing anything to anyone’s yard, and definitely not milkshakes.
“Oi, don’t look at the leggings like that.” You can see he’s disappointed with your offering, and you didn’t realize why until you remembered the towel incident. Ah. “The sweatshirt will cover it all.” You gesture wildly toward his crotch. You definitely have a shirt or two that will go mid of his thighs. His bulge should be safe from prying eyes. Worst case scenario he’ll just look like a slut.
“I was generous enough to offer to squeeze you in, but if that’s how you see it, that’s all on you. Those broken bones will just take longer to heal without it.” You give a little shrug, seeing his disgust toward the slime. Honestly, after all these years using it, you can’t imagine sleeping without the comfort of that lukewarm, clumpy mess.
You do scrunge your nose though when he says their species live on mattresses. “So primitive and poor. Only lowbloods and mutants sleeps on beds. And they have to sleep 12-15 hours because they’re plagued by the horror terrors. I couldn’t rest a wink without slime.
“Oh I’m sure there are.” Things to keep him awake at night? Like how he’s not at the top of the food chain, for example. You can only guess how stressful a life it must be for humans, back on earth. What do they do when sea monsters attack? What do they do when gigantic lusii decide they want to monch on some nice human bones? Some of Alternia’s strongest artillery couldn’t even deal with something like Gl’Bgolyb going mad, according to history books. What do squishy humans do when they’re faced with something thats way above their pay grade?
When he keels over, you are taken from your thoughts. Again. An annoyed ‘tsk’ leaves your mouth, followed by an excessively dramatic eye roll.
“10 foot pole my ass. I’m shoving you in the slime whether you want it or not. No way I’m letting you bleed on my floor. Trust me. It’ll have you feeling a lot better in the morning.” Then again, it is also possible the slime won’t work on him. You’ve never tested it on humans. But- better that than nothing, you think. It might not fix his bones but it could potentially at least heal all the cuts and bruises. He would probably need an entire week in the slime with how tender he is, to heal those broken bones and torn ligaments.
So, without any further ado, you close the distance and lift him up bridal style as if he weighed a feather. Because he is that light to you. The pudgy thing barely has any weight, huh. He can struggle if he wants, in your grip, there’s no escape. And before he can throw another complaint your way, you have unceremoniously dropped him into the slime.
“Be a good boy and sit in the soup for 5 minutes. If you don’t have an averse reaction, or if you feel sleepy, it means it’s working.” You think.
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#lyle rp#SIT IN THE SOUP#long post#forever stuck on mobile so i cant trim#also#“worst case: you look like a slut”
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love randomly popping in to see an ass load of p/rn bots in my notifs
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#cherry.txt#funny thing#i had no idea i was under the ace umbrella until i was told#insert scraggly looking tails image
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after drawing this entire image backwards --
Hello! I'm Kenzie, a Scottish roleplayer who has... about 10 years of RP experience? I've been here a while that's all I can say.
This blog is home to 12 trolls who have yet to commit the fatal mistake of playing SBURB, so why not talk to them before they commit to the bit? (The bit is armageddon.)
Here's a link to my toyhouse containing some basic information on all 12 of these suckers. Feel free to send asks questioning to them to your hearts content. If you roleplay as well I'd love to interact as well!
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… Hey there, I’m Blue, Sleepyhead, Beanpole Rubber Band Thief, or whatever else you’d like to refer to me as. I pay my taxes sometimes so rest assured, I’m a very big and strong adult. I can crush one single diet coke can under my foot if I try hard enough.
You like fantrolls? Got ‘em right here for you. How about horrendous art and shoddy ‘n atrociously executed plot lines? Got those too. Or possibly even, the prospect of your very own lurking companion (me) who will thrive in the murky shadows of your cupboard? Well, here I am.
Come on down to my blog for a good (subjective) time, and we can stone my trolls for their crimes. I may or may not also cheat you out of whatever mint gum you have on your person.
This is a propaganda promo post, so do spread the word if you’d like, it’d be pretty dope.
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Hey Wailys, what inspired that mask? Or do you have no attachment to it at all, all function over form?
"(( first 0ff. D0N'T TELL ANY0NE AB0UT THAT, Y0U PRICK. but als0, i wasn't given a ch0ice ab0ut the mask. my b0ss gave it t0 me. i d0n't fuckin care ab0ut it at all 0utside 0f w0rk. ))"
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!! mun intro !!
heyy!! :)) my name’s ketch and my pronouns are they/he/it! my very handsome and very cool 11/10 bf is @windy-trickster ofc <3
i’m a digital artist and screen/playwriter who has major anxiety so please bear with me when interacting <3 thank you!! i can’t wait to meet and talk to people!
☼ details ☼
- if you want to interact with me, feel free!! i love making new friends, even if my social battery really doesn’t exist :))
- if you send an ask to a specific character of mine, please make sure to include the character’s name somewhere in the ask! even if it’s obvious to everyone else who the ask is for, i have a tendency to overthink and question things :( if it isn’t clear to me who the ask is referring to, i probably won’t answer it
☾ DNI ☾
- homo/transphobes
- racists
- sexists
- proshippers
- anti-neopronouns
- anti-masc witches (clenches fist)
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What are the first three tags that come up when you type in ‘fucking’?
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Like this and I'll poke you with a stick so we can possibly plot some things? 🥺👉👈
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Wailys has been rattling my brain for days pls send help
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Dumps a Wailys on your front porch
Okay so like basically
He's a professional robber
Based off of payday
Cocky bastard
Smooches 😚
Hey folks, I'm offering asks again, reblog this with some info about a character you want asks for and I'll send some out when I get the chance
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god this geographic tongue thing is no joke
orange chicken sauce is much more spicy to me now :/
#cherry.txt#i already couldnt handle a ton of spice to begin with#but the geo tongue thing just makes it that much more spicy#helpppppppp
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==> Lyle: Walk around.
Continued from HERE
“Oh, we don’t just have boy bands.” You shifted in your seat to make yourself as comfortable as you can be. “There’s a lotta shit out of there, man. If I could pull it up, I’d show you this band that has a cat for its lead singer.” You would know about all of these obscure bands, you hipster garbage. “Like... I’m sure there is some strange shit here, too. It literally can’t be just back home. If that is the case, I want to speak to your manager.” Speaking to the ‘manager’ of what? Alternia? Good luck with that, cupcake. You’ll be dead before she even gets a whiff of your existence.
”What? You afraid of my milkshakes bringing the boys to your yard?” The shirt Aubrey offered wasn’t exactly what you’d imagine yourself wearing normally, but at least it was something that didn’t have a gaping hole in the side where your shirt was torn. Being offered the leggings on the other hand is also something that you never imagined yourself wearing besides for jokes. Sure, you wear your skinny jeans too. But leggings are just... not it for your physique. You would like to avoid showing your undercarriage to others as much as possible.
“Ugh, I know you’re right” looking down to your pasty arm, the sun will absolutely boil you alive. Fry you to a beyond crispy burn. Just being outside for an hour, gets your skin to turn a little pink. AN HOUR for god’s sake. “I’m a transparent white guy. I’d evaporate within minutes.” Unlike your friend who got dumped here with you, she would be able to withstand the sun longer. Well, You’re sure anyone else could, really. God... you’re still really worried about her.
You push yourself up from the seat and follow Aubrey down the hall. Not quickly due to your probably fractured ankle and busted ribs. Leaning against the wall, you see a pod-like... thing. Recuperacoon? What the hell is with all of these wild names for things? “Whatever is in that thing, I’m not touching it with a ten foot pole.” Just the thought of that acidic looking slime makes you want to revisit your last meal.
“No?” You almost scoff at the idea of having that back home. “We sleep on mattresses. The thing I saw back there? The fluffy rectangle in the corner?” You wave an arm back down the hall toward the mattress on the floor being used as some sort of storage platform with books all over it.
“I think that’s something best saved for another time” You halfheartedly chuckle to yourself. Sure, there are plenty of people who suffer with sleeping disorders-- yourself included. Not as bad as some others have it, but insomnia isn’t something to turn your nose up at either. “There is plenty that can keep us awake at night, or... day, as you will.” There is a myriad of sleep problems people deal with, and there isn’t a lot of time to explain it all when you’re shallow breathing trying to keep yourself upright against the wall.
“I’m sorry, as much as it is nice to see this place, I’m in a lot of fuckin’ pain right now and can’t stand up right now.” Surprisingly, you aren’t actually being dramatic at this point. You grab at your side again and crumple to sit on the floor. You try your hardest from holding back the tears in your eyes, but this isn’t one of those times. The sharp stabbing pain in your side is enough to probably take down a heavyweight wrestler. Or you could be overestimating the pain; then again, you are fairly thin for your age.
@videcoeur
#lyle rp#so apparently tumblr wont let me edit posts AT ALL now :)#so thats cool#and i had already made a reply days ago#but tumblr decided to delete it i guess#i planned on trimming it since i was on mobile when i made it#but uh#nope it got deleted somehow
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