The Little Roleplayer

Arielle || 22 years old || 1x1 Indie Blog

[riddlemethis-maraudersau]

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[musings-n-memes]

Questions About My Muse’s Childhood

What was your favorite part of your childhood?

What was your least favorite part of your childhood?

Did you like your parents/caretaker as a kid?

What was your childhood home like?

Did you have a lot of friends when you were younger?

Did you have a favorite food?

Who was your childhood hero?

What’s the most embarrassing moment of your childhood?

What’s the thing you’re most proud of?

Did you prefer to be indoors or outdoors?

Did you ever get hurt while doing something stupid as a kid?

Did you have any stuffed animals or other toys you liked?

Do you still have any of your old stuffed animals or toys?

What was something you were always really good at as a kid?

Was there anything you were afraid of as a kid that you aren’t afraid of now?

What’s the most important lesson you learned growing up?

What childhood memory will you never be able to forget?

[cilly-murphy]

#BUT GUYS IT WAS JUST ONCE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND JUST ONCE

HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS

2002 | dir. Chris Columbus

[the-littleroleplayer]

@tangodancer1x1​

Meredith had been on the quidditch pitch since the end of last period, having booked it for practice with a couple other Gryffindor team mates who never showed up. She had been working on her flying technique anyways, not wanting to waste the pitch and not paying attention to the time or the setting sun. She had sweat dripping from her brow, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, and her cheeks and forehead were tinted pink from the exertion. As she landed her broom back on the ground to reach for her water, she noticed the other girl heading her way. “I booked the pitch for Gryffindor.” She called out, assuming the girl she recognized from Slytherin’s team was coming over to claim it. “Unless you’re here for a one on one.” She teased under her breath with a slight smirk, taking a long drink from her water as she heaved slightly.

[the-littleroleplayer]

To anyone I have threads with:

Unfortunately due to current life circumstances I need to drop all posts I currently have. If you want to do something new with me please reach out, I’d be happy to find something new. With the way things have been lately I just don’t have it in me to revisit old threads.

[angelsdvsts]

someone gimmie a plot based off of heather by conan gray where muse a and muse b had been best friends with one another for as long as they could remember. muse a and muse b had that type of friendship where everyone thought they were dating. for example, muse b gives muse a their sweaters to wear. muse a been in love with muse b for so long, but enters another person that sparks muse b’s interest and muse a could feel muse b slipping out of their fingers and their friendship begins to get rocky as muse b’s attention focuses on the new person. enters muse a’s insecurities and how they wish they were the person that caught muse b’s eyes. and like it could lead to like a drunken fight or muse a confessing their love and maybe muse b feels the same way or don’t ??? either way ANGST !! 

[the-littleroleplayer]

School started this week so my apologizes to all those who have been waiting on my replies for a while! I’m trying to figure out my workload right now so I can manage my stress and then I’ll be back to replies.

Thanks for being patient with me!

[izzy-is-bored]

fck zodiac signs i wanna know - hardcover or paperback? top bunk or bottom? podcasts or audiobooks? morning or evening showers?

[hcml3t-deactivated20201026]

He was overwhelmed … it had been/was overwhelming. He followed her, walking with her, explaining the accident, how he turned, and how he had missed her … “complicated. You are not to blame. I am…” Taking responsiblity for drinking and driving and turning. “We can be together again? Or do you have another …” 1920s slang “fella? I have this ring” shows her “I have to wear this outside in daylight. And… I have to have blood? Or want to have blood? What about the blood?” So many unanswered questions about vampirism. He finally noticed that she was wearing a leather jacket. “In this time, that does suit you perfectly … jazz baby” and everything a leather jacket symbolized.

[the-littleroleplayer]

Juliette laughed a little at the old slang, it had been such a long time since she’d heard anyone use the language he did. She shook her head a little at his question, “I haven’t dated anyone since you.” She said honestly. A slight smile touched her lips at all his questions, “Let’s get you home. I’ll get you something to drink.” She said, looking up the slight hill they were walking up to her parents old boarding home. Her smile grew as he complimented her, “Thanks. Learning to grow with the times is part of the job.” She joked lightly, opening her front door so they could step inside the old 1840s home.

[the-littleroleplayer]

@ everyone I have threads with

I’m doing my replies today and then I’ll be gone until September 7. I’m going to the cottage with my family.

[hcml3t-deactivated20201026]

There was a natural desire in him to want to smile, joke, laugh, even cry happily with her, and he was relieved to find her after all these long, wasted years. But Paxton was still in shock, denial and confusion(?) and had been broken in spirit and drinking heavily, and had completely withdrew from the world for one hundred years. “Vampire, like you.” Admitting, “there’s still so much I don’t know or understand, and I never wanted to do this without you.” He proceeded to [describe how] he turned … “I have been in New York City … where it all started.” He lowered his hands as she took his chiseled face and he continued to look upon her pale face perplexed and sad, “I’m not the same man I was, Juliette… all of this has changed me.” He was so lost in this era, as a vampire, and in life without her.

[the-littleroleplayer]

Juliette nodded a little, listening to his story as he spoke. “It’s okay.” She reassured him. “Let’s get you back to my house, okay? We can talk there.” She said, taking his hand in hers and starting the walk up the hill to her parents old boarding house where she was staying. “You’ve spent all these years in New York?” She asked, her voice saddened by the thought of her leaving him there, despite not knowing he had turned and was looking for her. “I’m sorry you’ve been alone all this time, if I had known I never would have left.” 

[akajustmerry]

i literally don't care what non-bisexual ppl have to say about bisexuality. maybe u have a friend who is bi, maybe ur partner is bi, maybe u even used to use the bi label, etc, and that's all great, but if you aren't bisexual yourself then u have no place in deciding what isn't or is biphobic, OR defining or validating bisexuality. AGAIN, unless you're bisexual u have no final say in bisexuality. you're ONLY job is to listen and be a good ally to us and the same deal goes for any other marginalised group u aren't a part of tbh.

[the-littleroleplayer]

cercbral​:

Paxton Spears has been shrugging mostly alone for decades to adjust and adapt to the culture; technological advances and developments, fads and fashions, excreta, all the while trying to come to heartbreaking terms with his life, not only as a vampire, but without the reason why he desperately wanted to be turned … so he and Juliette Salvatore could be together forever in perennial youth.

It all happened so fast, he was walking down the street, dressed in designer 1920s style attire, and most confident, as it was the style of his soul youth. He turned. Heard. Saw. And before he could blink, it seemed, there was the love of his lifetime in his arms. He didn’t respond or speak immediately, he was processing, holding her tightly in return. “Is it you? Is…it…” he pulls back to touch her young and beautiful face, feeling a vast range of indescribable internal emotions. “I…” he tried to explain, then finally opened his mouth to explain how [describes how] he was turned, lowering his voice, “I’m a vampire.”

Juliette laughed a little bit at his words, nodding a little as happy tears slipped over her cheeks. “I figured.” She said, “Unless you’re a ghost.” She teased, her playful nature showing. “How did this happen? Where have you been all this time?” She asked, her hands finding his cheeks as she admired his features. It had been so long since she’d seen him, so long since she’d held him. “I thought I’d never see you again.” She said softly, her voice soft and quiet. To her it was a miracle, a day she never believed would come. Of course she’d wanted to turn him, but she turned for her brother and never wanted to ask someone to do that for her. She never wanted to feel like she forced someone to make this choice.

[the-littleroleplayer]

[ @cercbral​ ]

Juliette left school after cheer practice, walking the short distance between the school and home. She was about halfway home when she slowed down a bit, seeing someone up the road ahead of her. The person looked lost, clearly wasn’t from the area, so she was cautious. “Are you okay?” She called out as she got nearer. As she got closer to the person, she slowed down, starting to recognize the frame and face of the man she hadn’t seen in close to 100 years. “Pax...” Juliette said softly, before running to his side in the blink of an eye and pulling him tightly into her embrace as tears stung her eyes. “I thought you were dead... How are you here...” She asked, not letting go of him.

[the-littleroleplayer]

Why do we, as human beings, spend so much time wanting the things that hurt us to get better, instead of wanting to find better than the things that hurt us?

[the-littleroleplayer]

Juliette rarely showed her sentimental side, usually it was hidden away behind lock and key to keep up her tough exterior. Being over 160 years old she had several lifetimes worth of memories that she couldn’t bring up or forget, but every year on one special day she would get out her hidden box of keepsakes which was kept hidden away under a loos floorboard in her family’s old boarding house.

On the anniversary of her brother turning her into a vampire, she would reminisce on the people she’d loved, lost, and left along the way.

Opening the little wooden box, which had her initials, J.L.S., carved into the design, she was met with the musty smell that always collected in the box after being untouched for another year. Tucked inside were photographs, keepsakes, anything that held important memories to Juliette.

Pulling out a pearl bracelet, Juliette let a sad smile grow on her lips. It was given to her by the only man she’d ever loved, Paxton Spears. The two met shortly after Paxton returned from fighting in World War 1, in the heart of a major celebration party in New York City. They fell in love quickly, between parties and alcohol they were always out and about in the peak of the New York social scene. Their names were recognized on guest lists and whispered amongst gossiping elites, and they found themselves caught in a whirlwind of crazy outings and adventures. Until one night out ended in tragedy when Paxton drove home after a long night of drinks and ended up driving off a bridge and into the water below. His car was found submerged, but his body was never found.

She gently placed the bracelet back inside the box, picking up a polaroid photograph of her and a blonde haired girl in sorority t-shirts dated 1983. The night was Juliette’s third year at the University of California. She was in the Gamma Phi Beta sorority, and the girl with her in the photograph was her roommate. They were best friends for the first two and a half years of college, until she caught Juliette drinking one of the other students blood in the alley by their dorm, at which point Juliette quickly compelled her to forget and fled the school, too worried about it happening again to stick around.

Her heart broke a little bit going through all her old memories, remembering all the reasons being a vampire prevented her from truly knowing some of the best people she’d had in her life. But she was also filled with warmth, seeing all the beautiful people and she’d been lucky enough to meet along the way.

[skywalkerresources]