Hello, I am back on here after a really long time, would anyone like to roleplay?
Peter Solarz
Xuebing Du
tumblr dot com
Misplaced Lens Cap
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
wallacepolsom

Discoholic 🪩
No title available

Janaina Medeiros
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
hello vonnie
Not today Justin
Today's Document
YOU ARE THE REASON
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Stranger Things

PR's Tumblrdome
cherry valley forever

No title available
we're not kids anymore.

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from Sweden

seen from Japan
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Belgium

seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Maldives

seen from Malaysia
@namesvioletharmon
Hello, I am back on here after a really long time, would anyone like to roleplay?
"Keep your dreams alive."
"My dreams aren’t real… mama says I can’t have them.."
namesvioletharmon
"Don’t listen to her Addie. Your dreams are real and you can have them. All you have to do is believe in them."
"She’s right Violet… I can’t be a pretty girl…" Addie pouts and then she pulls out a magazine… "They’re all so pretty… why am I not pretty…" she stops on an advertisement for a ballet where a woman was in an arabesque, her hand outstretched towards a man, "Why can’t I do that? Why can’t I look like that?"
"You are pretty. I'm even jealous of you." Violet moved closer to Addie's so she could see the page she stopped on. "I can't even do that, and because you look like you. You're very pretty and beautiful Addie."
"Keep your dreams alive."
"My dreams aren’t real… mama says I can’t have them.."
namesvioletharmon
"Don't listen to her Addie. Your dreams are real and you can have them. All you have to do is believe in them."
"That baby is mine."
☠
He’d finally found the house after who knew how long. Well actually it wasn’t all that long, but to him it seemed that way. He was covered in blood- not his own. It was half dried, making moving his arms uncomfortable, but he didn’t care. He was too busy with his own ravaging thoughts, gun in his pocket for once instead of his knife, although he did have that as well. Not like a gun could produce that much blood from a person. It was like some kind of nightmare to him, scenes and images whizzing by that he couldn’t remember, police sirens that he hadn’t experienced- reality blurring together with what he should be fearing. It was surreal to him, but everything outside of that was even worse, like a movie that he once saw. Anything other than fury and blood. With a scowl, he banged on the door of Violet’s house, maybe he’d do one of those things that he would pretend it was his blood to get help, he was too busy with the other thoughts than to question his own logic. After a few seconds of nothing, he slammed on the door again.
"T-that’s terrible…I’m sorry.." Violet looked at him with kindness and sadness. "That must have been awful.." She said with worry and sadness in her voice. "I’m just glad someone got away. Ones better than none. Right?" Violet rubbed the back of her neck. "I’ll go get the first aid kit maybe there’s something in there that will help till the ambulance get here." She said giving him a weak smile.
"Maybe,” Clever knew that he had to move quickly, or at least somewhat quickly if he wanted to do what he planned. He was surprised she didn’t question anything, how he was covered in blood on the front like he’d been laying on his stomach, and yet the stab wound was on that side. Act it out and it didn’t make and sense, but it was basically a test of wits for the lady. See how long it took to realize she was stupid. So, so stupid.
Violet went into the kitchen looking for the first-aid kit. She found it and went back out to the man and opened it looking through it. Violet felt like something was off about his story, but didn't want to say something to make him think she didn't trust him, which she did. Didn't she? Violet kept looking through the first-aid kit. She looked up at him with a smile. "Sorry, I'm not a doctor or nurse I don't know half of what's in here."
So, in lieu of reaching 300 followers, I’ve decided to do another follow forever. I seriously have no idea how the hell you all find me, but I love and appreciate each and every one of you guys. Thanks for putting up with me—and Gabe.
The Family
aneirintaylor dorianlevine …
there are some people i see on my dash and i wanna rp with them so bad but i am just like
You have been visited by Baljeet, the Failed Test. If you do not reblog within ten seconds, you will fail your finals.
Violet seen him blush and looked at the ground and smiled a little. ” Yeah there cool.” She looked back up. ” Why don’t you? There’s a lot of things beautiful about you.” Violet blushed a little and smiled. ” Extraordinary hmm that’s sounds like a good word for it.” She...
Violet smiled at him when he’s cheeks turned a dark red. “No problem. I understand I have that effect on people. Sometimes I shut my self off from them.” She laughed. “Same here..well I guess you could say that.” Violet looked into his eyes she could get lost in them forever. They were dark and un-normal most people would probably be frightened by it but she found it interesting. “Yeah I don’t want to be normal.” When she started crying the next thing she knew he was right I front of her tilting her chin up ever so gently. Violet laughed not because she thought it was funny but because of disbelief that some one could care. “Your not the first…” Violet watched him step back and not look at her. “No..it’s because I’m weak.” She shrugged. Every one keep saying she was strong but at that moment she wasn’t. She didn’t think highly of herself. Violet gave him a small smile. “Tate’s my ex-boyfriend. And it’s fine.” She looked up at him. “Yeah he does and he’s super protective. A little to protective sometimes.
"Happy Valentines Day Zander."
"Well this is a nice surprise." The young prince stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her. "Happy Valentine’s. I…may have brought you something." He reached into his pocket, taking out a candy bar he’d intended on halving between his niece and nephew. "Do you…eat chocolate?"
"No it’s really okay." Violet smiled. "At least is don’t have to worry about getting bigger." She laughed a little. "Uhm..I could give you a tour of the house you wanted to see strange things, we could play with Beau, or we could play scrabble. I know those options aren’t very good but that’s all I got." Violet smiled at him.
"This is true." The hybrid chuckled, giving her a teasing smile as he gestured down his body. "Good thing I have a high metabolism. Otherwise, I wouldn’t fit in this room."
Zander’s eyes lit up as he thought of all the twists and turns this elaborate, haunted tomb would have. "I would love a tour. If…you don’t mind that is. It is your house."
The young prince raised a brow. "Beau?" He cocked his head slightly, a curious smile creeping into his features. "Is he a friend?"
"Yeah, good thing." Violet smiled and laughed. "I don't mind. Where do you want to go first. There's the basement,this floor, up stairs and the attic. That's where Beau is. Yes he's a friend. He's one of the nice ghosts here." Violet said walking over to the doorway.
Reblog this if you RP American Horror Story
Reblog this to be added to an AHS RP Directory.
”Don’t leave me…please.”
Send your muse's reaction to finding mine passed out on the floor
Violet was outside her house and noticed a girl that looked around her age. The girl turned the corner. Violet doesn’t know why but she followed her, when Violet turned the corner she seen the girl standing next to a man that looked a little bit older than her. The man gave the girl money and…
Arielle tried to be inconspicuous when she went to meet her client. He was one of the only ones who was closer to her age and not in the older age bracket. When she got there, she took the money and looked down, taking her jacket off. Her bony shoulders shook in the cold air when out of the blue, a girl began to beat the man senseless. She would so be in trouble. When she was done, she took her wrist and put a hand over her mouth, dragging her somewhere. When she arrived at a house, she was shoved in the basement and the door was locked. She looked at her. “W—w—what is y—y—your problem?!”
Violet hoped that the girl wouldn’t freak out, if she did then Violet would freak out. She just practically kidnaped somebody. She was going to be in so much trouble.”Wait…what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! Do you do that all the time??” Violet said pacing back and forth nervously and running a hand through her hair.
Arielle looked at the girl, confused by her behavior. Her tone was mad but she looked freaked out at the same time. And she was pacing wildly so she might make a hole in the floor. “N—n—not often, n—n—no.” She said. It was true, she hadn’t in a month or two. Arielle brought a hand up and ran it over we sleep deprived eyes as she looked at the girl, worried and somewhat sad. “I w_a—won’t scream.” She promised.
Violet stopped pacing and sat down on the steps and put her head in her hands. “Why do you do it??” Violet looked up at the girl. “I’m not going to hurt you..” She stated running another hand through her hair.
Arielle gave a small shrug. “I—I—I needed t—t—the money.” She said and looked at her. “I—I—I needed t—t—to feel a—a—alive.”
Violet sighed. "Why didn't you just get a job or ask people for money?" She stood up and leaned against one of the beams. "You needed to feel alive? Why didn't you go ding song ditching or explore?"
Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
My muse is dying and nothing can save them. They just want to be held during their last breaths. What does your muse do?