i know i can fix anything!

" i can even fix-- me." [ priv + selective isabel of eoa. descendants-based. ]

[ideasjustclick-blog]

if you never get around to doing some remarkable thing, that doesn’t mean ... that you’re not worth remembering. 10+ yrs experience  ✰  oc friendly  ✰  indie priv selective    

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

ROLEPLAYING REMINDERS. --

a LOT of the time, I see a literally everyone exhausting themselves to write. they lose sleep, they turn in assignments late, or just genuinely aren’t taking care of themselves. you’re doing GREAT, but here are a few reminders that EVERY roleplayer should know ;; 

please please take a break. every few minutes after you do a few replies ( ESPECIALLY long ones dear lordy ) don’t be afraid to stop and take a break for a bit. letting your mind REST helps it not wear out so easily, so not only can you get more done, you can also not exhaust yourself !! 

water is great and you probably need some. go get yourself a glass!!

whatever is going on ooc where no one can see behind that screen, don’t ever feel bad. real life is supposed to come first no matter what. the roleplayers that genuinely understand are the ones you wanna keep close!! don’t let ANYONE make you feel bad

do not feel guilty about late replies 

seriously. don’t. 

that person that plays the same muse as you ??? they might be super duper wonderful, but so are YOU!! different portrayals are what make roleplaying unique. don’t compare yourself to others. instead, embrace the individuality!! 

and finally, remember that this is for FUN. if anything is ever stressing you out chances are you shouldn’t be doing it, so be sure not to put too much pressure on yourself. this is a HOBBY, not an OBLIGATION. 

[yogkabob]

stress out? no. stress in. internalize that shit and tell no one.

[ideasjustclick-blog]

@icehecrted!

♕ღ  …  Perhaps it was a bit unorthodox to seek concentration from a noisy fencing practice-- but Isa supposed she was anything but orthodox. The muted clang of rapiers against one another was reminiscent of home, of duels between her sister and Gabe in the courtyard of their palace. Anything that gave her that small pang of Avalor was enough to trigger a sort of spark within the princess, honing in her focus when she found herself struggling for motivation. Homesickness was not a stranger to her-- but she’d try and remember that she’d chosen to come here, and that her scholarly pursuits were within her reach here in a way that they definitely weren’t back in the kingdom of Avalor. Regular correspondence with her family made things easier, as they always wanted to know what she was up to, and see any new inventions she’d pieced together. Their support was invaluable at this time in her life, and she appreciated it more  than she could truly express.

Scribbling in the pages of her notebook, she tried to hone in on the equations sprawled out in front of her, force them to make sense. Even for a near-genius, some of these assignments could throw her a bit of a curveball. Her brow tightened with thought as she worried the tip of her pencil against her lips, nose crinkling. She had tucked herself onto the edge of a bleacher off to the side, wanting very much to not be intrusive, the aforementioned notebook balanced on her knees and her sneakers settled on the bench in front of her. The most noise she made was the soft friction of pencil on paper-- though that was fairly inconsequential underneath the various sounds of sparring, so she felt she wasn’t bothering anyone. If she closed her eyes, she could almost see Elena grinning above of a toppled Gabe, that harmonious laugh like bell chimes in the air. An airy sigh slipped through parted lips-- she needed to get home soon. She missed them far too much.

[ideasjustclick-blog]

‘ ♛ ’  STARTER CALL !

( if you would like a starter from isabel, then please like this post! sideblogs can simply reply! multimuse should also specify muse, or specify that i can choose any! )

[ideasjustclick-blog]

    ❝ if making friends were on an exam,

                                  i know you’d ace the test! ❞

indie + selective roleplay blog for princess isabel castillo-florès of disney’s tv series elena of avalor, based in disney’s descendants.

once upon a time | avaloran law | about isa

✰  10+ years of roleplay experience, ✰  oc friendly, au friendly ✰  multiverse + multiship ✰  est 8.24.17

[ideasjustclick-blog]

kyrkogaard:

✞ @ideasjustclick

✞ It was a calm, quiet night when she’d started wandering about in the halls of Auradon Prep, but that quickly changed as a storm came, leaving her frightened and alone in the middle of it all. She hated storms, with a burning passion, and wanted to avoid them whenever she could. At home she had been able to transform the weather with her magic, at least the weather close to her, so that she was caught in her own little bubble of good weather, but in Auradon she couldn’t do that. It was bad, illegal, had HE taught her, punishable by death. HE might have lied as about so many other things, but she did not want to test her luck, not at all. So she decided against magic and for knocking on the next best door, unsure whether she was in the boy or girl tract.

She was kind of relieved to find it was a girl’s room she had entered when she opened the door, and asked shyly: »Förlåt, but do you think I could stay here until the storm has calmed down a bit?« She didn’t immediately mention her fear, but the other could probably guess that much. Why else should a total stranger ask to stay for a while during a storm, when they were inside and protected already anyway?

♕ღ  …  The young princess’ night had been fairly uneventful thus far, save for the small explosion she had caused with her most recent invention, of course. Mostly, Isabel had been spending it reading a favored book and poking at her homework, which was nearly done now-- she was merely procrastinating in the face of this most exciting chapter. She was incredibly prone to such disconnects, but always managed to get what she needed done by the end of it all. (At least, usually.) 

A knock at her door was definitely not what she’d been expecting tonight-- the thunder and lighting had lulled her into a sort of serenity, the perfect backdrop for the intricate swordplay and witty banter she was currently drinking in from the pages of her novel. But a knock? She had no roommate, a situation settled upon her almost instantly upon her coming to Auradon Prep-- the inventions were too noisy, or loud, or dangerous. Former roomies had threatened to leave the school, one had even threatened war in her hysterics. So who could it be out there, especially this late into the twilight hours? Sliding a bookmark between well-loved pages, Isabel stood so she might find out. What she discovered behind wood and lock was a girl, small and blonde and looking as uncertain as the plea she presented. Isabel considered her for only a brief moment, glancing over her shoulder at the small mess that was her room, and then nodded, offering a sincere smile-- as awkward as the princess knew she could be, she couldn’t turn down helping another person.

❝ ¡Por supuesto! I have a friend back home who’s  not very fond of storms. You can spend it with me, as long as you don’t mind, uh, machinery. ❞ She looked very sheepish as she pulled open the door even further, stepping back to allow the stranger inside of her dorm room. What awaited her inside was a fairly well-kept room, but there were some mechanical parts laying here and there on the floor, along with a jacket or two. Most of the inventing bits and bobs were contained to her desk in the corner, but not all of it, hence why she looked so nervous as she murmured, ❝ Ay-- lo siento, I don’t usually have guests... I don’t have a workshop here like I had at home, so I sort of go a bit haywire. ❞

[startersofroleplay]

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Sentence Starters

“Betrayed by my own butt yet again.”

“Can you explain memes to me?”

“Contrary to popular belief, penguins are… birds.”

“Did you think I was gonna stab you just now?”

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry. I swear to god if you cry again.”

“Don’t write checks your dick can’t cash.”

“Here’s to bad decisions and relaxed moral values.”

“How’s the…… jeeeeeeeeeesus?”

“I am a happy little cheese monster.”

“I am spinning a web of lies that I fear will one day consume me.”

“I don’t want your stupid fruit leather.”

“I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding in per day. Filling quotas.”

“It’s called ‘string cheese’ and not ‘chompy cheese’ for a reason.”

“I’ll probably end up standing uncomfortably in the corner with a plate of food and hope that nobody talks to me.”

“I’m so many levels of irony deep I’ve forgotten what humour is.”

“I’m suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to crawl back into bed.”

“Mothman is bullshit.”

“My ultimate sexual fantasy is sleeping in on a Saturday.”

“OH SHIT THAT’S A KNIFE.”

“See you in class… bitch.”

“Sharks are tight.”

“So, you ever kill a man?”

“Stop being so desperate to please your hot friend.”

“That… that is a good butt.”

“The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”

“This ice cream cake is my new boyfriend.”

“This is where I come to masturbate.”

“Wait, I’m a wreck.”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.”

“You can never be too careful. See that baby in that stroller over there? Government operative.”

“Your face… is… good.”

“Your unending thirst will be your ultimate downfall.”

[ronnierphq]

✩ *: ･ﾟ - SINCERELY ME.

sentence starters based on the song ‘ sincerely me ’ from the musical DEAR EVAN HANSEN. feel free to change the punctuation, pronouns, ect.

❛ we’ve been way to out of touch. ❜ 

❛ things have been crazy. ❜

❛ it sucks that we don’t talk that much. ❜ 

❛ i think of you each night. ❜ 

❛ i rub my nipples & start moaning in delight. ❜ 

❛ why would you write that ? ❜ 

❛ i’m just trying to tell the truth. ❜ 

❛ i gotta tell you life without you has been rough. ❜

❛ kinky ! ❜

❛ who says that ? ❜

❛ i love my parents , but each day’s another fight. ❜

❛ just fix it ! ❜

❛ crack ?! ❜

❛ if i stop smoking pot , then everything might be alright. ❜

❛ i’ll take your advice. ❜

❛ i’ll try to be more ‘nice.’ ❜

❛ i’ll turn it around , wait & see. ❜

❛ all that it takes is a little reinvention. ❜

❛ all you gotta do , is just believe in who you wanna be. ❜

❛ sincerely , me. ❜

❛ are we done yet ? ❜

❛ i wanna show that i was like , a good friend , y’know ? ❜

❛ yes , i also miss our talks. ❜

❛ stop doing drugs & try to take deep breaths & go on walks.. ❜

❛ i’m sending pictures of the most amazing trees. ❜

❛ no. ❜

❛ absolutely not ! ❜

❛ dude i’m proud of you ! ❜

❛ just keep pushing through ! ❜

❛ you’re turning around , i can see. ❜ 

❛ just wait & see. ❜ 

❛ my sister’s hot – ❜ 

❛ what the hell. ❜

❛ my bad. ❜

❛ thanks for every note you send. ❜

❛ i’m just glad to be your friend. ❜

❛ our friendship goes beyond the average kind of bond ! ❜

❛ but not because we’re gay. ❜

❛ we’re close , but not that way. ❜

❛ the only man that i love is my dad. ❜

❛ well ANYWAYS – ❜

❛ you’re getting better everyday ! ❜

❛ i’m getting better everyday ! ❜

❛ it’s easy to change if you give it your attention. ❜

❛ miss you dearly. ❜

[ideasjustclick-blog]

‘ ♛ ’  HEADCANON 001

            isa wakes up in the middle of the night screaming her parents’               names, crying for them to return to her. their memory is what               plagues her the most. the fact that they were taken from her so               soon has crushed her in ways she cannot even begin to explain,               and she feels sometimes like she is the only one so affected by               their loss. she knows that that isn’t true, and that it’s unfair of her               to say such things, but that doesn’t keep her from feeling that way. 

            she just feels so damned shattered and alone, most days. like a               rather large piece of herself was just ripped from her body. a hole               that, try as she might, no amount of coursework or inventions or               long mathematical equations can fill. and yet she keeps on trying.

[sandcvstles]

seven-word sentence starter.

“please, don’t take this the wrong way.”

“know that we’ll still have each other.”

“tell me we’re doing the right thing.”

“you know what i was gonna say.”

“i don’t give a shit what happened.”

“everything is so confusing. i don’t know.”

“sorry. i didn’t mean what i said.”

“you really don’t have to keep apologising.”

“i hate knowing we have to hide.”

“it’s not your fault. don’t blame yourself.”

“this is all out of our control.”

“i think i’m going crazy without you.”

“what am i supposed to say to that?”

“we need to talk. call me.”

“i can’t sleep because of all this.”

“how much more must i be hurting?”

“i’m not the person i once was.”

“c’mon you know it’s not like that.”

“what about all of this is funny?”

“tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“you always seem to make me speechless.”

“you left me here all by myself.”

“is this all a joke to you?”

“i can still remember the good times.”

[ideasjustclick-blog]

‘ ♛ ’  STARTER CALL !

( if you would like a starter from isabel, then please like this post! sideblogs can simply reply! multimuse should also specify muse, or specify that i can choose any! )

[archaeologian-blog]

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

[rpxmusings]

                                    ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ                             and  ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ                                                      and I   L O S T   you                                                                                            ( and it hurts like hell )

[rpxmusings]

                        I’M ONLY HUMAN   ————    I BLEED when I FALL DOWN                        I’M ONLY HUMAN   ————    I CRASH and I BREAK DOWN

[ideasjustclick-blog]

♕ღ  . . .   ❝ ¡Buenas tardes! Have we met before? I feel like I would remember if we had. But we share this class, I feel like I should know you! ¿Cuál es su nombre? ❞ 

[rpxmusings]

If you’re still BREATHING, you’re the  LUCKY  ones.                              ( ‘cause most of us are heaving through ç̧̩̗̥͕̯͓̱̋͛̈́̌̇͒̿̇̂̍ͅo̜̠̺̳͚͖͙͉͓̳͐͗̒̂̇̏̈́̚͘͝ŗ̡̗̗͕͙̰͔̻̔̓͂͗͌́̒̂͂̚ͅr̺͈̱͓͇̪͎͈̦̳̔̓͒͌́̾̄̕̕͘ũ̡̡̢̱͓̺̣̝̱͎͐̈́̀͆̍̓̌̓͝p̢̡̮̩̯̟̟͚̰̫̉̋̆́̎͛̈́͋͐͛t̨̢̨̰̝̱̮̺͖̯͋̏̈̐͂͐̎̏̍͠e̡̦̯̜̲͍͚͓͕͍̍̈̆̍̃̈́̈́̕̚͠d̢̬̲̠̖̟͍̳͎̙̊͛̉̾̐͛̚͠͝͝ lungs )