knowing too much @prophetefolle - Tumblr Blog

littlerxt

you're always free to begin again and you're always free to believe

❀ an indie roleplay blog for the character Erika from Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper

❀ multiverse

❀ 6+ years of roleplay experience

❀ oc and canon friendly

❀ will write anything ranging from icon chats to novellas

#so i did the thing #this is why i haven't been active today #so uh #you should follow it #self promo

clutchingapril

You can still function as a living ruin.

Henry Rollins (via xsilverblood)

#;; wondering

weakx-deactivated20140811

weakx:

Remember all their faces Remember all their voices Everything is different The second time around

indie horror based, non-fandom (though will rp with any fandom as well as other non-fandom blogs) oc rp blog

a u t o p l a y w a r n i n g

mun and muse are of age // will rp with anyone from any fandom // canon and oc friendly // any kind of thread welcome // there will be many nsfw and triggering themes, not always tagged // occasionally selective // mun has 10+ years of rp experience, 3+ on tumblr // multiverse and multiship // horrible at plotting, but not opposed

blog // bio // rules // ask // submit

#promo #ooc

{{ unpopular opinion (?) but i don't really get the point of group aus? like. i don't know. maybe it's just my aversion to group roleplays as a whole due to some really shitty experiences in groups but i don't really get the point of having an indie and then making a verse that only specific people can participate in? like if you like it that's A++++ for you seriously i'm not bashing anyone. it just confuses me??? }}

evxryman

"Hey hey, yeah, uh,” “Yeah, okay.” “Are you okay?”

he’s not particularly good at this.

prophetefolle

She's pretty sure she looks about 0% okay right about now. No, no, she knows that. And that's the problem. It's so, so, so so so so so loud, so loud she wants to tear her hair out or rips her ears off or...or something to make it quieter. Not that either of those would work. "Shh. Shh. Pl-Please- Please- Please, just- quiet, quiet, not so- please."

#evxryman #dude more than okay #she's just gonna be a sad puppy no matter what rn

winterhoned-deactivated20140826

christ. his subconscious snarls the word into the jumble of carved recollections and the flurry of dulled emotion, prompting him into the very human gesture of kneading the junction of his brow and nose. he keeps steadfast with the placement of his fingers, rolling the digits in a visible attempt to ward off an oncoming headache.

she moves too much. it’s making him more anxious, if that’s even possible. his fingers still, collapse into completely palming at his forehead in an expression of disquieted exasperation. hi, she says.

he cannot help the bewildered almost-laugh that skates past his teeth, and his hand tumbles from his face and makes an audible collision with his inner thigh. he turns her head to look at her, expression a mixture of fleeting warmth and underlying patience that crooks his brows and slants his mouth into something vaguely reminiscent of a smirk.

"hi."

his hand skirts, rests on the top of his thigh where he drums on the fabric with nervous fingers, still not entirely comfortable with the current situation. his heart has picked up a hummingbird tempo in his chest, and he struggles valiantly to control the shallow sips of his breathing, managing to slow it to a point that doesn’t suggest he’s about to suffer a panic attack.

"didn’t anyone ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"

prophetefolle

Oops. She should probably have left him alone. In fact, she can practically hear her mom in her ear. Come on, Victoria, leave the nice man alone in that patronizing, excuse-my-crazy-daughter tone of voice she pretty much always uses. But he's just so interesting. How can she be expected to keep away from soldiers with metal arms when all she can hear is the sound of their laughter and screams all jumbled together into one continuous screech of sound bouncing around her head? It's a loop, playing over and over as she watches him with wide eyes. Her own laugh breezes past chapped lips. Strangers. It's a funny concept. To Victoria, strangers aren't really a thing. She knows everything about everyone. It's hard for someone to be a stranger when you already know their life's story, right? Not that she's gonna say that to him. That would be dumb. He's already freaking out, sort of. Speaking of which, he's already freaking out, sort of. She's considering going away, leaving him alone, but she finds it hard to unglue herself from her spot here on the bench. Fingers slow for a moment before continuing their picking. There's a loose thread dangling from the hem of her skirt from where she snagged it earlier and it's bugging her, so that's her new task. Eyes zero in on his left arm for a moment. The mechanics hidden there are- it's a spectacular piece of work. She can see why he hides it, though. Understandable. The girl's nodding to herself before realizing she still hasn't answered the question and it's been long enough that the silence is just staring to drag a bit longer than most find comfortable. "I- I- I guess. But- Hi. Hi. Uh. Strangers are just- people, person- people that you- you haven't- didn't, have not met. So." Cue a small shrug and a somewhat brighter smile. That actually sounded alright! Still jumbled up, sure, but she's said worse in the past. Way worse. That sounded more confused than crazy, so she's pretty pleased with herself.

#bleakbucky

soprxno-blog

meme; things I like to know about rp partners

prophetefolle

I came up with this based on things I love to know about my roleplay partners! ;; Feel free to reblog and fill in your own answers— or don’t. Shh. Love me.

FILL IN:

I like to be called: Sly or Jaye My favorite color is: Purple Gender: Female One thing you should know about me: I'm pretty much always on, even if I say I'm going to bed I'm probably lurking for like an extra hour. One thing you should know about my muse: She has a very odd speech pattern. First language: English.

HIGHLIGHT:

#ooc #mun stuff

oogieman

"Do elaborate on why I should let you go and not kill you instead?"

prophetefolle

"I- I- I can, could, can help. Please. Please- Please- Please!" The words sting coming out. They taste sour on her lips but she- she can't just let herself die. So she's offering her ability up to aid him. No matter how sick it's making her feel.

#oogieman #tw: murder

oogieman

"Much better!"

prophetefolle

"Please please please please."

#oogieman

roleplayermemes

Your muse walks back into the room, only to find my muse curled up into a ball, sound asleep. Upon further inspection, they find that my muse is hugging one of your character's belongings to their chest. What do they do?

#ask memes

oogieman

"Now that one was really weak."

prophetefolle

"Go away go away G O A W A Y PLEASE PLEASE L E A V E!"

#oogieman

oogieman

"Come now, you’ve got to try harder than that."

prophetefolle

"Please."

#oogieman

sentimxnt-archive-deactivated20

[ ♜ ] "The words coming out of your mouth are not coherent. Stop mumbling. I don’t really need your lies, thanks.”

His expression is patronizing and contains no small degree of contempt.

"Look— There is no way for a human to be omniscient.”

prophetefolle

"Not! Not lying. I'm- not. You're- You're- Reason. Thomas. You're- You are the the the the embodiment, personification, of Reason. Know all facts. You're- like, you like- like- like water." She tugs at her ear and shakes her head at him, trying to prove her point with her stumbling words. If she could talk normal, trust her, she would. But the words are hard to get past her tongue and it does sting to have that pointed out. Not her fault.

#sentimxnt

sampiyxn

“There’s no need to fear—— I won’t harm you. Who did this to you?” Slender are the appendages that lift, vacant of grasp upon any object that could trigger further panic. Oculi are the softest of blues, like the calming lagoons at the farthest reaches of Themyscira.

prophetefolle

Bruised blue eyes are wet with tears as she feels her breath catch in her throat along with any words that she wants to say. It's so l o u d and she can't feel her fingers due to the tingling and the scrapes on her face are sting sting stinging over the sound pounding in her head. A shaking hand gestures down the alley in an aborted motion that's supposed to motion to her long-gone attackers. Some dumb man who thought that she'd have money. She doesn't bother carrying the stuff around, so he'd fled after shoving her around some. Luckily, that's all he'd done. She's still pretty shaken up, if that wasn't obvious.

#sampiyxn