Hello ! Since I’m back on tumblr rp I’m looking for long-term rp partners interested in writing against my OCs on discord & create our little worlds. I usually double, so I’d love to roleplay with someone who does the same and create lots of plots and storylines together. I’d love a partner(s) that want to talk outside of rp as well because i love headcanons, sharing pinterest boards, playlists, and just general chat about our characters/plots ! 

I have a list of OCs but I’m willing to create more upon request ! 

only looking for m/f ships. I usually play the m.

requirements:

Be 21+

Do not only show interest in my male muses

I’m okay with smut as long as it’s not the whole plot

NSFW and taboo / darker themes are welcome

Use realistic faceclaims. Please no artwork or animated fcs.

what i roleplay:

genres: crime, dystopian, apocalyptic, cyberpunk, historical, ww2, horror.

genres I don’t roleplay: fantasy horror (vampires and stuff like that), slice of life without in depth plotting or a little bit of angst.

like this and i'll reach out or message me!

He who cannot obey himself is commanded.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra. (via devil–in–suit)

@norulcs !!!

kiss my ass Alfred

❛  May I also lick it?  ❜

naivegiirl:

                         she smiled widely as she heard his compliment, and she began to blush, lowering her gaze to hide the star-struck expression in her eyes. “oh–well, i’m not so sure about th-that,” she giggled, curling hair behind her ear. “i’m she there is plenty of other beautiful women in this, uhm, place that you’ll see.” she chewed on her bottom lip before looking back up at him. 

He’s seen beautiful women, some MORE beautiful than her of course, in fact he doesn’t look too much interested in this particular girl. While her eyes return loyally on him, his gaze wanders around for a while, before he focuses his attentions back on her.  ❛  that doesn’t make you any LESS pretty.  ❜  he insists, eyes inspecting her more carefully this time.  ❛  I’m Alfie, by the way. I OWN this place.  ❜  he cares to point out.  ❛  forgive me, did you tell me your name?  ❜

if your muse meets Alfie’s mom, chances are she’ll tell them everything about Alfie’s problems and she’ll start crying 👀

mortuam:

❛    OH   !     sweetheart,     ya     can     take    your    trousers    off    after     i’m      done     here     ❜      damon      humor     alfie    a    little     as     he    checked     on alfie’s     neck.     nothing     seems    to    be    out    of     the     normal   just    a     little     muscle     contraction.      ❛     the      difference       between    you    and    i ,   is     that     i     don’t    care     about     makin’      women    feel       IMPORTANT,       and     clearly don’t      have     the      time     to     keep     them     around      for     long     periods     ❜       he     explained     as    he     squeezed    alfie’s    neck    a    little    to   cause   some     pain.      ❛     yeh,      you’ll     die    soon.     ❜        he    said     with    a     straight    face    before      rolling    his     eyes.      ❛     your     neck’s     fine,      is     just    pain     caused     for     muscle     contraction,     nothing     that     some    pills    can’t     fix.     ❜      the    doctor  made  a    pause     before   sitting    down     again.    ❛    if   you’re     into    grace     that     much   why     you    look     at    my    cousin    ?   ,     i    see …    the    way    you    look at     her .    ❜

❛  so why you’re still with the PSYCHOPATH?  ❜  he asks, before letting out a groan of pain as his neck is squeezed harder. He is slightly worried at the statement, although he knows Damon is only trying to SCARE him.  ❛  ah, I need those fucking pills. Give me some.  ❜  he whines childishly. At Damon’s next question, he tries to sit comfortably into his armchair, one eyebrow arches, wondering why he’s so curious to know his intentions with Karin.  ❛  I like what’s beautiful, your cousin is beautiful. Do I have to ask you for her hand?  ❜  he chuckles. 

It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt.

Tom Gates  (via wordsnquotes)

In a quick movement he shoves the other’s hand away from his shoulder, his own forefinger held high in front of Billy’s face. He doesn’t step back to re-establish a SAFETY distance.  ❛  what’s that tone, ay? WHAT’S that fucking tone?  ❜

Open

“No,” His hand settled on the shoulder of the other, moving entirely to close for comfort - for them, anyway, boundries somewhat a thing of mystery to Billy. “No th’t’s not s'methin’ you g’t t’ d'cide, try again, ye’?”

He’s not sure if the girl speaks his language, she’s silent while walking quietly in the room. Gray eyes try to get a glimpse of what she’s up to, but all his muscles are sore and the pain blocks him to bed. He can’t remember much, other that he threw his phone in a bin in Mexico, thinking he wouldn’t need the shallow instrument of CAPITALISM in his pocket. All his other valuable belongings, money and even his BELT, have been stolen by armed little brats on his way north. Perhaps, keeping that ROLEX at his wrist hadn’t been a wise idea. He’s dizzy, a bitter taste in his mouth, his forehead burns and his head feels twice its size. To provide himself with cocaine and all other kind of drugs had been easy --  prices were extremely low in south America  --  until he left to head toward the border. For days, he only saw trees, woods and swamps. The coke comedown hit him violently, trapping him in a twilight zone; not completely asleep, not completely awake. He couldn’t guess how many days have passed since the last time he was conscious.  ❛  where am I?  ❜  he mumbles the question in a raspy voice.  

@brokecrowns​ plotted starter

❛  My eyes?  ❜  the music is too loud, he has to lean closer to actually hear what the girl’s saying. He’s never seen her around, and he knows EVERYONE who steps in and out of his club, unless they’re NEW. Someone must’ve introduced her to him a few instants ago, who? it’s already been forgotten.  ❛  Oh, thank you.  ❜  he rises his glass as to show that he is, indeed, flattered.  ❛  Well they’re seeing a beautiful girl now.  ❜ 

@naivegiirl​ from this

when it’s 2017 and you’ve left your ability to give a shit in the rearview mirror as you ascend to the astral plane

im dealing with my shit the way im dealing with it. are my methods unhealthy? yes. are they effective? no. am i going to change what im doing. no