My character has 'tripped' and fallen onto your characters chest, how does your character respond?

I want to see how sick people are. Reblog if you have ever been bullied physically or mentally. Ever been called a name. Cried at night. Ever been cyber bullied. Just reblog if you have been bullied.

I sometimes feel like the shittiest RP partner.

Do ever get that? Do you ever feel like the work that your proud of in reality actually sucks. I'm sorry if you hate what I write cause normally I'm proud of it. But truthfully, some of my writing is shit. I'm a shitty writer, and I am proud!

Marry, Fuck, Cuddle, Kill, send me four names

"This is what I mean! I know Lucy. And I know how much you love her. All I can tell you is I know what I saw. This is important for your safety and for hers. I know what your capable of. I couldn't stand by knowing something could happen to her. Just, please, control yourself. This all sounds far-fetched, I know. Trust me. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. I'll tell you if I see anymore." With that, she gave him a quick embrace, collapsed the globe of light, and moved swiftly out the door.

"I need to tell you something.... Something in private. Something that may surprise you. Something you may not like. Something-pardon, I'm rambling again aren't I?"

→               ”You indeed are rambling, however you have captured my attention. Follow me.” a seductive smile graced his pale lips, knowing that whatever this ‘information’ was, hewould receive- even if the dark wizard had to force it out of her. →  Entering the dark, empty room- far away from the crowd, he awaited for her to enter- intrigued by this entire situation.

"Really?" She calmed and smiled, "Well, where would you like to go? I'm up for anything. I'll be happy as long as I'm with you. God, am I really that cheesy?"

Layla sat down and smiled an mischievous grin. She was ready to take this boy on a date. She knew exactly what she was going to say. But seeing this handsome bloke in front of her, her confidence fell and the words escaped her. Her grin was lost and she began to ramble. "I am,um,Layla, and well, I was wondering if, well, Friday, you were, you know, free?" Layla felt her cheeks flush and covered her face. "Gosh, I really am looking stupid." She looked up with her bright blue eyes. "I apologize."

Neville laughed softly, placing his hand on hers in reassurance. “you act like i dont even know who you are Layla, are you that nervous?” he asked only half teasing. Offering her a gentle smile he nodded, “I’d be happy to join you on friday, where would you like to go?”

Layla quickly formed a globe of light, she needed to know Toms reaction. "I sometimes can see the future. I get these visions. They are more feelings though, I don't see scenes. I become someone in a moment and can feel what their feeling, hear what they are hearing, but only see the colors that they see. Now a few nights ago, I became you. I heard Lucy crying and saw flashes of green and blue. What I felt was you were scared, upset yet happy. I am scared for you. I am scared for Lucy." She looked at her friend with blue eyes filled with tears. "I know you love her, please be careful"

"I need to tell you something.... Something in private. Something that may surprise you. Something you may not like. Something-pardon, I'm rambling again aren't I?"

→               ”You indeed are rambling, however you have captured my attention. Follow me.” a seductive smile graced his pale lips, knowing that whatever this ‘information’ was, hewould receive- even if the dark wizard had to force it out of her. →  Entering the dark, empty room- far away from the crowd, he awaited for her to enter- intrigued by this entire situation.

Reblog if you are a very insecure role player.

I'm sorry I am annoying. I bother people to get them to reply. It's just, I like you. I want to RP with you. I don't want to lose you.

even if i fucking hate you i won’t send you anon hate because my parents didn’t raise me in the jungle

Layla relaxed when she saw this handsome young man was not the terror she thought she'd encounter. "Why yes. I do seem to need an acquaintance considering this is the place my date told me he lived. That bastard probably meant to send me to the wrong place." She smiled and held out her perfectly polished fingers. "I am Layla Lingbern and you are definitely not the person I was expecting to spend tonight with. Please do take this as a compliment."

There she stood at his door. Her silver dress gleamed and her orange hair waved down her back. She stood awkwardly on her black stilettos, looking shy and almost uncomfortable. Her blue eyes shined as she stared at the floor. "Are you my date?" She asked nervously fiddling with her clutch.

  “No, I apologise.” Tom mumbled as he calmly fixed his tie, unaware that the young girl was standing behind him.

       Turning towards the petite ginger, a warm- charming smile graced his lips, “I am not attending the dance with a date, however if you are in need of an acquaintance- it would be my pleasure.” 

Reblog if you cared I deleted my tumblr.

Reblog if you don't have a girlfriend or boyfriend.

↖ is one hell of a horrible roleplayer, yet still does it anyway.

I try so hard. So. Hard.

HOW I WOULD DO IN THE HUNGER GAMES

Announcer: 5, 4, 3—

Me on the platform: *trips*

BOOM.

Reblog if this is your first Christmas on tumblr.