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ALL GOOD THINGS MUST END.

Hey everyone! You may have noticed that I haven’t been on recently. Tumblr has changed their policies and OC’s like mine aren’t really fit for this platform anymore, as well as my life being rather busy as a full time student and soon worker of a part time job. So I have decided to end my career as a Tumblr RPer. I have been roleplaying on Tumblr for over 5 years, and writing on this website and with you has helped me grow as a creator so much. Thank you all for giving Fred, Beau, and Desmond a chance to be their gross selves. It has made my heart full knowing how loved they are. If you miss the boys or would like to chat, you can add me on Discord at melarockette#3254! That is where I’m doing the majority of my writing now. I hope those of you still writing here continue to thrive. I love you. 🖤

Carmela, aka @mistershutterbugg-archived, @sangxinis-archived, and @thatnecrobeau-archived

#{ OUT OF BLOOD; }#{ OOB; }#{ ARCHIVED BLOG; }#{ IMPORTANT; }

A man sits alone in a chair facing the open ocean, which he just so happens to be sitting underneath. He watches the schools of fish swim by bright neon lights and puffs thoughtfully on a pipe.

“Isn’t it all just so beautiful?”

#{ OPEN; }#{ STARTER; }#{ V; BEYOND THE SEA; }

A backpack is thrown hard against the wall of the almost empty classroom, the boy previously holding it flopping down in a desk and clenching his fists on the glossy wooden tops.

“I swear to fucking GOD, if I get called a WEIRDO one more FUCKING time, I’ll-”

Kill them. In a humiliating way. So humiliating that even the authorities would laugh.

“Tell... someone.”

He bites his lip and looks away from the other person occupying the same space.

#{ OPEN; }#{ STARTER; }#{ V; HIGH SCHOOL }#{ i'm gonna just throw out random starters on the bois }

law-of-abstraction

❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈

#{ ART; }#{ HIGH SCHOOL; }

scotchymemes

MUNDAY COLOUR ASKS

Send me a colour for a…

RED - …thing that makes me angry. BLUE - …favourite memory about travelling. GREEN - …favourite place where I like to be. YELLOW - …food that makes me very happy. ORANGE - …funny story about something that happened to me. PURPLE - …silly quote or thing I once said. BLACK - …book recommendation. BROWN - …small playlist that represents my current mood. WHITE - …music recommendation. GREY - …movie/TV show recommendation. PINK - …celebrity crush. TURQUOISE - …fictional crush. GOLD - …mun selfie. SILVER - …thing I like about my fandom(s). BRONZE - …random fact nobody knows about me.

#{ OUT OF BLOOD; }#{ MEME; }#{ just like the prodigal son ive returned }

bloodsturbator

#{ ABOUT; }#{ ART; }#{ accurate post is accurate }

rapturerecordssilas replied to your post

Ayyyyyy

AYYYYYY ROUX!!! I miss you!!!

#rapturerecordssilas #{ OUT OF BLOOD; }

#{ I MISS MY BOIS SO MUCH }#{ i'm saving the icons i drew for them because I might remake one of them for my brother's VTM rpg set in 1920's new orleans }#{ and i keep reading my rps and miss how much fun they were }#{ oh well }#{ OUT OF BLOOD; }

#{ OUT OF BLOOD; }#{ glad to see you guys are still around }

@desxderium liked for a starter!

Ernst had offered him his first cigarette. He had took it gently as if it were a newborn baby, and stuck it in his mouth as if he were going to chew it like gum. He loved it as soon as it was lit. Beau was so entertained that he bought Fred his first pack and lighter. It had become part of his schedule, a cigarette before school, at lunch, and after school. He knew the risks - what would happen the future if he continued to abuse his lungs so heavily. But it released something in him. Something he thought could only be relieved by more violent tendencies.

But the hunger to hurt, to maim, to kill others were still there. It was soaked in his bones; he was born from it. These were his thoughts as he leaned against the back wall of the gym. A long drag and exhale freed his mind - he chose instead to focus on the blueness of the sky. That was, until, he heard footsteps in the overgrown grass beside him.

He was too slow to turn. And unfortunately, it was a face he recognized.

“Becky!”

It came out like a pained whisper. The world became still and silent. He couldn’t even find the strength to drop the cigarette from his poised fingers. “Uh... hi.”

#desxderium #V; High School #{ yay! hi! }#{ i hope this is okay. hmu if you want something else! }

matryoshkakiller-archive

* @sangxinis !!

“YOUR ARTWORK IS INTERESTING, Mr. Whittaker. Eto dovol'no zdorovo. I have not seen anything like it.” Marble walls, red velvet drapes & furnishings smothered in lacquer gold is the pakhan’s typical idea of aesthetic value; anything that screams to the heavens of wealth and riches is right up her alley, as well as anything ONE OF A KIND or an oddity. She enjoys unique pieces, things that stand out, catch her eye. What lend her to the American was rumours of an artist who went so far as to cut his own flesh for his medium, to use the red within his veins to paint his masterpieces. Suffering is not pleasant —- she knows this. But sometimes from suffering comes beautiful things. His artwork is directly an example, as is her very life.

Christian Louboutins clack upon the polished flooring as she allows her gaze to drink in the framed canvases hanging around; the man has raw TALENT, absolutely, and the woman likes what she sees. Turning to finally look the artist in the eye, crimson lips curl, a flash of pearly whites — but don’t be fooled thinking it is of courteous nature. She is a wolf bearing her fangs. “My name is Ms Vostrikova. I am… interested, in commissioning piece from you. Perhaps even three, if possible. Price is no issue. I have few questions however — do you only exclusively work with your own blood? Or could you be persuaded to use the blood of another?”

sangxinis-archived

There were quite a few people in his gallery tonight. There was laughter pertaining to conversation, a hum under the low jazz that pumped through the speakers. Fred moved through each group he could see to answer questions and even offer refreshments. They were buying - his dream becoming realized with each check and cash bill that came into his hand. This man was on the cusp of becoming famous. He was just refilling his own alcoholic beverage when she approached him. A bottle of Shriaz was tucked under his arm and he hastily put it back on the table which he picked it from.

“I appreciate your interest, Ms. Vostrikova.” Fredrick looked out among his patrons with pride before turning back to the woman. His face faltered slightly as he listened to her questions.

Blood from another.

The echoes of screams from women long dead rung through his skull, memories of butchering and painting following close behind. He cleared his throat and shifted slightly before picking his demeanor back up. “I must admit, I haven’t ever had anyone ask me that before.” A gentle laugh. “But I might be willing to do it for you.” Eyebrows perk, “How would I receive it? And I do hope you receive it legally.”

Hypocrite.

#matryoshkakiller #v; modern #{ AYYY AM EXCITE }

spiritscribeda-deactivated20180

tryingmother:

IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH ICONLESS ROLEPLAYS REBLOG THIS SO YOUR FOLLOWERS KNOW !!

like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!

#{ MEME; }#{ OUT OF BLOOD; }

idunnohaveameme

reblog if you’ve been in the rpc since 2012 or earlier

mindsmade

idunnohaveameme:

how many of us old fucking farts are on here? remember when we used fucking giant ass gifs for icons and there was no small texted/formatted threads?

#{ OUT OF BLOOD; }#{ 2011 }

To all my new followers! Hello! I would love to write with all of you! Trying to get back into this RP thing after some months away. HMU or let me know if you want me to write you a starter!

To all my mutuals and friends! You can like this too if you’d like something from this blood boi! I miss writing him.

#{ STARTER CALL; }#{ OUT OF BLOOD; }#{ he is here }

💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌

💌 I just think you’re amazing

#ask #scorpiontounged #{ MEME; }#{ I love you and think you're amazing too!! }#{ miss our trash children }#scorpiontongued

rpmemes-gallery

Symbols for the mun

💝 I ship our muses, but we’ve never interacted

✨ I think your portrayal is on point, but it also intimidates me

💍 I want to be exclusives with you

⭐️ We don’t rp, but I desperately wish we did

☀️ I want to rp with you, but I’m not sure how

💔 We’ve rp’ed in the past, but now we don’t

🎂 I’m new to your blog, and I want to be friends

🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy!

💡 I have a thread idea for us!

💌 I just think you’re amazing

💥 We’re not mutuals, but I wish you’d notice me

#{ MEME; }

ensnchekov

Murder on the Orient Express Starters

RP sentence starters from Agatha Christie’s novel. Change pronouns and such to fit.

❝I wish to heaven you were out of all of this.❞

❝Rather an odd little comedy that I watch here.❞

❝There is no danger, I assure you.❞

❝The trains are almost empty.❞

❝I meant what did you think of their personalities?❞

❝It was as though a wild animal had passed me by.❞

❝I could not rid myself of the impression that evil had passed me by very close.❞

❝All the world elects to travel tonight!❞

❝Can you oblige me for a light?❞

❝In my country, we come to the point quickly.❞

❝Men in that position have enemies.❞

❝It may be foolish, but I feel anything might happen.❞

❝Imagine to yourself the time I have had with _______!❞

❝I remember once being snowed up for seven days.❞

❝I feel too mad to talk about it.❞

❝I have, perhaps, something to contribute to your store of knowledge.❞

❝Only a woman could stab like that.❞

❝Lie back and think—use the little grey cells of the mind—and you will know!❞

❝For one thing, I don’t think ______ was his real name.❞

❝I felt there was a good deal going on underneath the quietness.❞

❝It sounded to me a little like nonsense.❞

❝I understand nothing at all, and, as you perceive, it worries me.❞

❝The damned skunk!❞

❝Seemed to imagine I’d dreamt the whole thing.❞

❝There may be a natural explanation for that.❞

❝What do you call that, I should like to know?❞

❝I am wondering what they meant by destiny.❞

❝What sort of a person is _____?❞

❝You can’t pin it down more definitely than that?❞

❝A crime—it’s all in a day’s work to you, hm?❞

❝I am, like you, a very puzzled man.❞

❝The impossible cannot have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.❞

❝You rely on intuition—what the Americans call ‘the hunch.’❞

❝You’re inclined to put the cart before the horse.❞

❝The point is—where did he go?❞

❝And now let us make the fantasy more fantastic!❞

❝We’re all in the same case; every one of us.❞

❝The most kind, the most amiable, are not always the cleverest.❞

❝Your American terms are so quaint, so expressive.❞

❝I don’t know if I’m sorry or glad.❞

❝Don’t you think you are making rather a fuss about nothing?❞

❝Perhaps you may find this more to your taste.❞

❝It might be a question of the influence of mind over body.❞

❝You have the makings of a very fine criminal.❞

❝What an idiot I’m making of myself!❞

❝The more emotional they feel, the less command they have of language.❞

❝I can almost give you the answer to your question.❞

❝You sit here and I”ll stay right by you and don’t you worry any.❞

❝It must be not chance, but design.❞

❝I always fancied myself in comedy parts.❞

❝And then, at the last minute, you came…❞

#{ MEME; }

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