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@coolkhgirl
resident evil Rp?
Anyone knows any good Resident Evil Rp servers??
Haaaay!
Just wonder it anyone want to do an DMC rp? Long or short? Whatever.
Have a been rp since 2011 ((so is over 18) still sucks but hope you enjoy the stories.
Can do sfw/nsfw (18 plus only). OCs or canon.-
No spardaces…like…ew people.
NOA minors or pro ships!!
Message if you wish
What I really admire about Dante is his ability to open up and even be the one to engage in something kind or at least some kind of rapport.
He wears his guard down to his sleeves and it's this honesty that he's aloof at first actually makes him vulnerable. But he sees these similar patterns on people, at least on Kat and even on Phineas, and realizes he has to put his guard away because he's not vulnerable between him and that person.
And him opening up and adapting to be someone the other person can rely on in turn makes him powerful, in a good way. That opening up and listening to them is a powerful move. And he does it naturally.
fun thought i had.
Something something, Sparda was a good father (in my head at least) and the way that the canon sorta implies the contrary kills me every single time I stop to think about it like right now. Because there is no way he wasn't a good father. Sparda was capable of loving a human, the beings from whom he nourished care and devotion, how come he wasn't capable of loving his own children, a result of that same love never enters my mind. I believe 100% Sparda was there for Eva; from the moment they decided to decore the nursery, shopping for baby clothing, picking names, giving her reassurance and taking good care of her, to the very moment of the twins' birth. He was always there for them, his own family, and I'll not accept he was an bad husband nor an bad father.
If wanna chat or rp again. Shot a message :3
I need to draw the cooper clan again….but gonna hate doing their ears XD
Good luck with drawing them dude! Glad you're doing good
Hopefully not Bevin an other with the ask ^^; lol
@trondopeacekeeper
He watched the taller dragon carefully for a long minute, was cocnied for an moment that he would run away without admitting everything, as peacekeepers do, but it startled him to admit it.
It was an surprised, but he make himself not show it on his tried face, a small smile did form, a little pride that he got him to admit it? he is unsure..
"admitting is the first big step to fighting your trauma" he said warmly, offer him a large mug of tea, he was drinking honey tea, so hopefully he not be annoyed by the taste of the tea. "but the important question I want to ask would be, are you willing to keep working on this? you can't really stop and go with the procress...it has to be an keep going thing"
he hoped it doesn't sound pushy but he had learned himself that you have to work on yourself to get better...even if it been years...
"there many things you can do to let your thoughts out. Writing, painting, Music..."
''Writing? Painting?''
Trondo was about to break out into loud chuckles and improper banter at Lutalo's almost insulting innocence, though he kept those reactions inwardly. He didn't want to cause any more troubles.
''I am no Artisan, Lutalo. Painting, writing… A Peace Keeper like me, in these times so filled with need and war, cannot be fixating on nonsense like that. A warrior needs no distractions. Although…'' he laced his claws and opened and squeezed them tightly observing those white bandages covering his wounds on the palm of the claws with some kind of regret.
''…I sometimes like to play the banjo. It's been a long while since I've done it, too long. And I don't know exactly how it could help me. I might give it a try… I think I'll devote the next song to you.'' added with a spice of sarcastic joke on it.
Finally, Trondo's body tilted to look at the Dream Weaver with tired eyes and still that tone of mockery in them. Truth be told, Lutalo also seemed to keep his own secrets. And other people's secrets was something Trondo loved to find out.
"Tell me… friend. How do you put up with witnessing all the bullshit the rest of us have to carry around behind our backs? Don't you get tired of it all?''
@trondopeacekeeper
The dreamweaver know he was trying to figure his secrets…but he won’t let him, how would the rough warriors thinks of his past and his deep scars…
No..that shall not be told..not…that Shame…
“Oh? Music seem to be a thing? “ he said as he hear what he said, a small smile os on his lips, an itch…even if he rolls his eyes at the joke “music usually a healthy way to let out your feelings, so there an good way to start”
Music, could write some songs about his thoughts or feelings..but in a way that may cover them..if he is too rough to admit them..Pft.
He titled his head to his last question, how does they handle seeing the nightmares of all the tribes?
“How we handle it? Hmm…” he hums, make his Adam Apple bobble slightly “well…like how we usually try with these who came to us for help. Talking, found healthy ways to vent or process what we saw and feel…bottle them up js never health..”
Though, he is as bad as some, Hinding his feelings..his wrist bands hide the pale scars…
“Talking is good…but it’s has to be a pace that the person want to go, force it out, will make it worst “
I just got off a 9.5 hr shift and got to see you liking all my things, thank you ; ; I am glad you enjoy!
no problem! i glade i can make you smile after a long shift!!
okay. somethin somthign something…
this moment (secluded + private area)
vs
this moment (public, ppl in the background)
thats it really. thats the post. i would explain it more but i dont think i need to. u see them. u understand.
TMNT Quesiton
yo everyone!
just want to ask, anyone know an acitve/good TMNT Fourm that you can Rp in? or any good blogs which have a long running rp?
ROTTMNT thoughts
Is it bad that i want to draw my Boy Usagi (rise Usagi)) as an bodygaurd for his lord? i got the idea of that he take when he got back home and old enough thoughts?
(( pst. Me and my friend has been watching samurai rabbit the usagi chronicles, on episode 6 and we love the wee dorky rabbit <3 ))
((yes!!! More people have been watching. He is SUCH a dork!/affec)
((His love for bringing honour to myimoto is soo cute ))
Girl your blog make me wanna post up doodles/do a blog for my TMNT ocs XD
👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
Do it.
Go ham.
It's so refreshing and freeing, it’s absolutely worth it.
Lol will do when i feel like it (is super lazy lol)
but here one of the turtle crushes
Aimon Keser, a silent, hurting kid who is really sweet.
he with leo XD
So my friend points out that my ROTTMNT oc, AImon, who goes by AI, is Japanese for Love...
I laughed cause he fallen in love with the goofball known and Leo XD Leo will not shut up about that name
“Ey Mate, ya haven’t talked ta me in years, care ta catch up?”
((Hey, just wanted to see if you wanted to talk.))
the spy blink, see the taller man and managed a smile, ahh...
“it has been a long while.”
“They managed ta remove my tail, so now it’s just the wings and feet. So whatcha been up ta mate?” Mick seem a bit more happy then last time you talked to him. His wings where relaxed against his back. Mick leaned against the wall and smirks at you. “Don’t tell me, ya been doin’ spoi stuff”
the snort at the joke but wave his hand as to shoo it off but there s soft look to him anyway. so he not annoyed by it.
“its in my blood, but good to see you are feeling a lot better” he answer honestly. he open a bar, enjoy the people who come in to chat...also his spy sklls helps scare off these who is getting a little to...touchy..to the young workers.
“How yer team treatin’ ya? Mine is leavin’ me alone at least. We get our work done then chill by ourselves.”
“ oh fine, we open up a bar down town,” he said, glad he is fine. glad to hear..the war can’t torment them... “it’s running smoovely. everyone help out, Pyro and Our Soilder helps keep the fools out”
“Might have ta come down and get a drink, I miss real booze, not whatever sweil the base has…” Mick sighs a bit and kicks off the wall and stands up completely. “Actually let’s go ta the bar now. I need a drink”
“oh, hard day” the spy asked, take a deep breath of his ciggrat before blow it out, stump it out of the wall behind him.
he tug his jacket around him as it was getting chilly, ah. a drink sound nice
“Do ya allow smokin’ in yer bar? I could really use a fag…mind if I bum one from ya? My pack ran out this mornin’” Mick looks at you and his wings where a bit tense as Mick looked around for a second as if someone was following him.
“you can” he said with a chuckle “we do have a eating area so you can go over to eat and smoke” he answer with a smile, check the time with wrist.
“we do have some cheap dirnks”
“Alrot let’s go Spoi.” Mick walks to his van. “Ya want ta hitch a ride with me? My own rules are no fuckin’ with my bloody radio, and ya must have a seatbelt on”
he rolled his eyes at the comment, ah, oh course.
“ah, understanable. sometime we got people who tried to change the songs playing”
“Ey Mate, ya haven’t talked ta me in years, care ta catch up?”
((Hey, just wanted to see if you wanted to talk.))
the spy blink, see the taller man and managed a smile, ahh...
“it has been a long while.”
“They managed ta remove my tail, so now it’s just the wings and feet. So whatcha been up ta mate?” Mick seem a bit more happy then last time you talked to him. His wings where relaxed against his back. Mick leaned against the wall and smirks at you. “Don’t tell me, ya been doin’ spoi stuff”
the snort at the joke but wave his hand as to shoo it off but there s soft look to him anyway. so he not annoyed by it.
“its in my blood, but good to see you are feeling a lot better” he answer honestly. he open a bar, enjoy the people who come in to chat...also his spy sklls helps scare off these who is getting a little to...touchy..to the young workers.
“How yer team treatin’ ya? Mine is leavin’ me alone at least. We get our work done then chill by ourselves.”
“ oh fine, we open up a bar down town,” he said, glad he is fine. glad to hear..the war can’t torment them... “it’s running smoovely. everyone help out, Pyro and Our Soilder helps keep the fools out”
“Might have ta come down and get a drink, I miss real booze, not whatever sweil the base has…” Mick sighs a bit and kicks off the wall and stands up completely. “Actually let’s go ta the bar now. I need a drink”
“oh, hard day” the spy asked, take a deep breath of his ciggrat before blow it out, stump it out of the wall behind him.
he tug his jacket around him as it was getting chilly, ah. a drink sound nice
“Do ya allow smokin’ in yer bar? I could really use a fag…mind if I bum one from ya? My pack ran out this mornin’” Mick looks at you and his wings where a bit tense as Mick looked around for a second as if someone was following him.
“you can” he said with a chuckle “we do have a eating area so you can go over to eat and smoke” he answer with a smile, check the time with wrist.
“we do have some cheap dirnks”
“Ey Mate, ya haven’t talked ta me in years, care ta catch up?”
((Hey, just wanted to see if you wanted to talk.))
the spy blink, see the taller man and managed a smile, ahh...
“it has been a long while.”
“They managed ta remove my tail, so now it’s just the wings and feet. So whatcha been up ta mate?” Mick seem a bit more happy then last time you talked to him. His wings where relaxed against his back. Mick leaned against the wall and smirks at you. “Don’t tell me, ya been doin’ spoi stuff”
the snort at the joke but wave his hand as to shoo it off but there s soft look to him anyway. so he not annoyed by it.
“its in my blood, but good to see you are feeling a lot better” he answer honestly. he open a bar, enjoy the people who come in to chat...also his spy sklls helps scare off these who is getting a little to...touchy..to the young workers.
“How yer team treatin’ ya? Mine is leavin’ me alone at least. We get our work done then chill by ourselves.”
“ oh fine, we open up a bar down town,” he said, glad he is fine. glad to hear..the war can’t torment them... “it’s running smoovely. everyone help out, Pyro and Our Soilder helps keep the fools out”
“Might have ta come down and get a drink, I miss real booze, not whatever sweil the base has…” Mick sighs a bit and kicks off the wall and stands up completely. “Actually let’s go ta the bar now. I need a drink”
“oh, hard day” the spy asked, take a deep breath of his ciggrat before blow it out, stump it out of the wall behind him.
he tug his jacket around him as it was getting chilly, ah. a drink sound nice