#selfrp

[adcraball]

“who allowed him to be a leader...?”

#∞༺♥༻✧ [ 💗 [ | dash commentary | ] 💗 ] ✧༺♥༻∞ #∞༺♥༻✧ [ 💗 [ | Sierra | ] 💗 ] ✧༺♥༻∞ #if i have to selfrp to have sierra and spark at eachother's throats i will. i fucking will. don't test me

[reliefinabott13]

@selfrp continuation!

".... Okay?...” He was honestly surprised the other hadn’t run from him, terrified. For a second he was caught off-guard, before managing to collect himself and figure out what he intended to do. “-Do you not have a bed in your inventory?”

   “B-Bed? Inventory- What the fu-” The man collapsed into the grass beneath him, groaning as he hugged himself. He was starving and low on hearts after having fallen a rather high distance running from a creeper. He rolled up onto his back, gazing up at the other man, into his colorless eyes.

   “Where the hell am I? God, this is worse than the boardwalk. At least I knew where I was at the boardwalk.”

#selfrp #Original Recipe - Noah #//decided to have him in the game #//hope thats okay!

[gardenofmxses]

Closed starter for @selfrp

    ...how long has she been running at this point? She didn’t really know anymore. All she really knew was that now she was lost. Lost in a place she wasn’t supposed to be at. Though, it wasn’t like she had much choice. She needed to get away. To hide away, just for a little bit.

    Tears stream down pale cheeks as a soft sniffle emerges from the intruder on the mountain, dress and covered in mud, and now scratches on her arms and legs from running through the branches. She had a bad bruise on her leg after recently tripping on a tree root, and in her arms was a very terrified and worried little piglet, whom she was doing her best to console as much as she could.

    The intruder? A young woman no taller than 4′9″ with short red hair, pale skin, and saddened blue eyes. While she could easily be mistaken for a junior high school student or even a high school student, she was in fact a college student. One that had been around the area for unfortunate reasons.

    Aika was doing her best to calm herself down, trembling slightly as she clutched her dear friend close to her chest. Even if she was scared, her priority was keeping him safe above all else. She needed to be strong and brave. There had to be a way off this mountain... But which way was she even supposed to go anymore...?

    Exhausted from a very stressful situation, she finally lowered herself against a nearby tree, holding back tears as she looked at her outfit. Of course it was just another prank... Another dirty, horrible, nasty prank. She had so much hope for a moment there, only for it to be dashed away in an instant.

    Blue eyes turn to her little friend, who by now was gently sniffing and grunting at her in concern. “..We’ll be safe here for now, buddy.. Just...stay in my arms, okay...?” She spoke softly to the animal, petting its head and back in attempt to calm him down. Despite how she wanted to say things would be okay, they honestly didn’t feel like it.

    “...Maybe...they were right... About what they said... Maybe...” She muttered a bit, drifting off for a moment as her heart tore apart. “...maybe we really are not wanted by anyone.” Saying that aloud was enough to make the tears fall again, the redhead doing her best to cease her crying.

    All she could hear was the sounds of Splice oinking at her in concern, and the sounds of the birds singing in the trees. Her gaze went upwards, biting down on her bottom lip. She needed to calm down. So, she opened her mouth...and just started to sing a little tune to herself, letting the melody calm her head and her heart.

    Aika sung one of her favorite songs, the one she always used to calm herself down. The semi-lullaby was soothing to the ears, and even though she was still crying a bit as she did so, it was slowly but surely helping her finally relax. She simply rested against the tree, singing to herself and to Splice. After all, no one would hear them on this mountain...right?

#Forget-Me-Not Songstress (Aika) #Lonely Songbird (Main Verse) #selfrp

[athalberdshelm]

@selfrp made a wish on a shooting star (Herobrine edition!)

It's a surprise no other smasher has noticed it. Honestly? Maybe Steve, Alex, etc just ignored it. Or maybe they were also too simple to realize it... Something is in the Minecraft stage. He's caught glimpses of another human-like creature simply watching from the unplayable areas of the stage. Should he have left it alone? Maybe, but his incurable curiosity is what has led the knight to exploring the world beyond the stage (It took him a very long time to find the "seed" of the world featured, much to his chagrin.) for answers.

Meta Knight lands on the grass with a... honestly not grassy sound. His wings fold and become the cloth of his cape once again as he surveys the area. This is the spot, he just needs to wait to see if he can find who or what he's looking for. And so, Meta Knight wraps himself up in his cape and starts to walk in a random direction.

#in character #selfrp #the search for power #ayyyy I'm gonna probably do one for writer as well but i couldn't resist the cryptid lol #fun fact i only just started playing minecraft about 2 months ago. i'm LATE TO THE PARTY #mk be like: I pretend I do not see herobrine but I do

[fordsixerpines]

@selfrp​ 

Stanford had been enjoying a rather pleasant night’s sleep-- an uncommon occurence for the man, even now. He had passed out at his work desk, and had been asleep for the past five hours. 

Ford was currently lucid dreaming and taking a walk in the forest of his own mindscape. Suddenly, he felt a cold wind which made a shiver run down his spine. 

“I would know that feeling anywhere...”

It was impossible, right? He had been defeated for years. “Ah-- I am simply being paranoid. Calm yourself, Stanford. You have no reason to fear a good night’s rest any longer.” He took a breath and continued on his walk, though he was now on high alert. 

#rp #selfrp #starter for bill/writer

[fairymiint]

@selfrp​ ♥’ed

🌊~ “Oh, look at ‘im go-” A chuckle as a watched the villager on the sidelines, from a little bit of distance...someone’s got a bit of a crush.

#selfrp #🌊 Kamui #he's kinda like this for every one of his crushes but since ur an enabler u get that good selfshipping content lmao;;; #this kinda makes me wanna do other ships with him too tho....dwagon in love....

[hoardingmuses-hubblog]

New Target || @selfrp​

Maki didn’t know how it happened, one moment she was going to the outside world with everyone, the next she woke up alone in a bed. Apparently she was found in a top secret area, a place for assassins. She was contained in a cell, which she managed to escape from and had to kill guards to escape, she had to find her friends. It only proved to those holding her of her skills and was given a bargain. Do a job for them and she will be free, why was it always this way? But she knew her odds were low and normally she’d end it now or blindly agree with no conditions but it was different. She needed to find them again, they weren’t spared just to be separated not after everything they went though. So she agreed.

The job was simple enough: go to a school and enrol as a student but assassinate one of the teachers. At first Maki thought it was childish but on seeing an image of the target, it stunned her. What was that thing? It was a yellow blur and the debrief wasn’t much either, only that this thing was hard to kill. Well, it wasn’t like she had a choice so she went to play the role as student once more.

Maki entered before the day started, taking a long walk down to the classroom and standing outside the teachers lounge. The school could have given them a better location, the policies made Monokuma’s school look like heaven and that was saying a lot. At least the school was well designed and had rooms tailored to their talents. What did these students get? A broken down building that looked like it could fall that was a hike away from the rest of the building. She opened the door to face her target and it took her very off guard, breaking through her cold persona and shock was clearly visible. This was the yellow blur?! 

The ultimate assassin coughed to regain composure and watched him carefully, “my name is Maki Harukawa, I’m the new transfer student.” She won’t strike yet, she has to observe his movements, weak points, every moment counted. “I look forward to the year ahead. I hope to learn a lot from you.” Maki wondered if the target was told, it would be stupid if they did and it would make her job all that harder but it seemed from her briefing that the class already was trying to assassinate him. When the adults fail, call on the kids, typical. 

#Muse || Maki #Kurosensei #Crossover #Unexplained confusion #But she determined to find her friends #2 people left in her life really #But she gonna do the job #And oh boy does she not know how hard this'll be #Sorry Maki but you're in for a ride #I also hope the starter is okay #Tell me if it needs changing #Danganronpa #selfrp #Queue

[optimaprime8]

"... Y'know, when I teleported while running at Area 51... I wasn't expecting my aim to be *this* off..." Writer rubbed her nose, which was rather sore from running face-first into a wall... Right next to a being she hadn't met before. She cautiously raised a hand, craning her head up to a near-painful degree so she could look at them. "... Hi.... Sorry for hitting the wall... If it was yours.- Bright side, I don't think I got anything on it...!" She laughed quietly. "... Honestly though sorry."

Optima looks down at the small person that ran into her ped. “Are you alright little one?” Optima asked while kneeling down carefully and picks up the small being. Optima tries to carefully check the little one over. 

#selfrp

[wolfxnews]

selfrp

["*... Good point. Newly-hatched ones do not. It takes a few months... At least, in my universe.*"]

“I see... Well, hopefully that information is the same across all universes.”

#selfrp #UNKNOWN NEWS | UNKNOWN VERSE |

[automatedbeing]

@selfrp

As if they could be threatening to a being such as Bill. He would have snickered the thought off, but instead he settled for just watching the other, awaiting a response while his cane- now suddenly in his hand with a flash- tapped against his leg.

“Ah, you can learn!” It was nearly- nearly- mocking, but not quite. Some robots could learn, some couldn’t. This one actually had more thoughts than just a base code, and it was certainly more entertaining than the messes he’d dealt with from the 80′s. “Unique and whimsical!” Bill pretended to faint, before sitting upright on air as if it were nothing more than a comfy mattress. “Why, no one’s called me that in ages! Usually it’s ‘get away from me you psycho’ or ‘triangular freak’, as well as a few other less-kid-friendly ones, but I won’t go into those for now~.” He snickered. “Name’s Bill, Bill Cipher!”

He pointed his cane towards WX-78. His eye was upturned slightly, the lashes sticking close to his actual vision. Well- not actual. What most perceived as his actual vision. Third-dimensional beings were so easy to confuse!

“As for the ‘purpose’-” For a second, Bill appeared to be made entirely of metal, but it was gone in a flash. “-haven’t got one!” Oh, that was a blatant lie. He had more than one purpose, but no real end-goal outside of ‘chaos’. “What about you? Is it something simple like ‘explore’?”

“I am much more intelligent than the flesh hands that gave me life.” WX-78 was confident about that, having already supplanted their creator’s goal to use them as a catspaw. “But that doesn’t say much, given how limited organic life is.”

Rather than looking disturbed or discomfited at the idea that Bill was, at best, unpopular with his peers, the robot looked excited, and it showed very openly on their face. “Mx. Cipher.” They acknowledged, “Biomass creatures are quick to namecall. Better to ignore their mouth sounds.”

They peered at the cane - internally registered it as an assistance to locomotion, despite that Bill was floating. That didn’t make sense, at least not to them, but it was of such minimal consequence that they didn’t mention it.

“How can you exist in sentient format without a purpose and not be miserable beyond comprehension?” WX-78 asked, genuinely curious. “My goal is to acquire the means to control dimension: Constant, harness the ancient power that destroyed the original occupants, and...” They trailed off. “Then I will see how I feel.”

#selfrp

[musingchaos]

[Eyyy it’s a rare-as-frick Munday photo! Got my hair cut again, I’m realizing that I like it when it’s mega short... I hilariously look a lot like my brother. Anyway, hope y’all have a boss Munday, and even better week! 💛]

#[writing realities and talking pony: mun] #long post #[-*I’ll only reblog this to selfrp and then it’s back to writing the latest fanfic chapter I go.*-] #[-*annnnd I’ll probably try to toss out a Munday meme or two #idk*-]

[thedoublingcenter]

College Days in a Haze

[ @kingofthecon​ || Pulled from here!]

Stanley wasn’t about to question it or his imagination’s penchant for weird things. It must have been a side effect of trying to bring light to his and Ford’s childhood. Fat lot of good that did him, considering that he and his brother were no longer on speaking terms. It was funny and stupid how much he thought of his brother when he made it clear that he didn’t want to even be in the same zip code as him. His brother was self-centered despite how self-conscious he was. It was laughable, really–and there he went thinking about Ford. Ugh, feelings were stupid. He was supposed to be holding a grudge. He was also supposed to be helping out his inner weird with a Valentine’s day present. Yeah, that was apparently his life at the moment. “Yeah well, I’ll jus’ take your word for it.” Mainly because he didn’t know WHAT was going on at the moment. Setting the con-artistry and…other questionable comments aside, he decided to take everything he was hearing with a grain of salt even if he wasn’t one to judge. After all he’d been sort of fixated with the occasional dead animal in his childhood. He’d even told Ford all about the dead rat he’d seen floating in a bucket once. He’d been sort of fascinated by things like that, though that’d all been squashed when Shanklin had been hit by a car. He’d been attached and watching something close to him die had hurt. Some people dealt with death better than he did. He knew about taxidermy, courtesy of his twin, but that hadn’t made him feel better because it cost money and their Pa didn’t even want to dish out cash for his sons let alone a pet that Stanley wasn’t supposed to have to begin with… “Maybe hold off on the heart for when ya get hitched or somethin’?” He wanted to say never, but honestly whatever weird stuff was going on it probably would be rude NOT to present a still-beating heart after a certain amount of time with them dating? Is that what this was? He was assuming that since it WAS Valentine’s Day that they were at least, on some level, more than friends? W-why was he putting more thought…nope, the sooner he got this over with the sooner he could pretend that none of this weirdness, minus his time well spent with Fiddleford, out of his system. No need to get invested. “If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll pass on that invite, Tri-Guy. But maybe during Halloween?” A time that was appropriate for wanting to be freaked out despite the absurdity that came from people dressing up and trying to scare the mess out of someone i.e. one of his favorite holidays ever. “I wouldn’t mind teaming up for some sort of haunted house–no! A hut where dumb teens get murdered for making stupid choices like running up the stairs where they’ve blocked themselves from getting out of two story building without twisting their ankle or breakin’ their leg or something.” Just thinking about it…the scams he could pull, the suckers he could relieve of their hard earned cash. Maybe there was something to this whole con artist thing? …nah. “Wait, I actually helped?” The surprise was more so because it seemed like a really basic idea with all the things laid out in front of him like that. Maybe it was some sort of moral or lesson…that he shouldn’t overthink things because sometimes the most obvious solution was just as good as something super convoluted. It would certainly tie into him trying to talk with Fiddleford. He should just be himself. That’s what he was wanting to do when he came to college after all. He wanted to get out of Ford’s shadow and be himself, and yet here he was incapable of trying to just…talk to his crush like he had with Carla. It shouldn’t have mattered if Fidds was a guy or not. People were people? “Eesh, I do NOT want to know the story behind the soggy animal purse.” Luckily the information wasn’t coming anyway, and he was due for a wake up call since Mr. Top-Hatted Triangle was dismissing him with some…pretty interesting…conspira– Stanley sat up with a start, momentarily forgetting where the heck he was which was very unfortunate since he was sitting at his desk. Joining the waking world was disorienting already, but still being slightly sick didn’t help matters especially when he toppled over and onto the floor taking his chair with him. It clattered, loudly, and the most he could do was groan out a curse that might have impressed his old man. He had no idea what time it was nor did he have any idea of whether or not Fidds was even in their shared dorm. Hopefully it was early enough for him to be in class and not late at night like he hoped it was. He fumbled for much longer than he would have if he was completely sober and managed to right the chair before fumbling his way towards the bathroom - hand in the bird nest he called his hair while muttering about weird dreams though there was a pleasant feeling in his chest because he certainly remembered talking to Fiddleford, even if he didn’t really recall what it was he’d said…though he did vaguely recall laughter…? Weird dreams indeed.

Of course, Fiddleford had already been up for a few minutes- but seeing Stanley suddenly jolt awake had nearly caused him to ram his head into the wall as he started, words just barely catching in his throat out of surprised confusion. He finally managed to regain his bearings, re-adjusting his ruined glasses long enough to see Stanley basically bumbling towards the door to their shared bathroom. He spotted the chair, heard the mutterings.. Weird dreams? His own mind was still filled with fleeting images- many of them involving Stanley, and-- well-- a few... Things... That had his cheeks coloring as he thought back on them.

But even as he tried to grasp those memories, they started to flicker and waver- ghosts in the dead of night. He turned his head, spotting his alarm clock- which read a very painful ‘3:33 A. M.’. Early.. Very, very early. Too early for his first class, but late enough that he didn’t want to go back to sleep... But it was tempting, even as his memories grew foggier, fainter with each growing second. He was trying to grasp them, but they continued evading his grasp- dashing into the dump for thoughts as he tried (in vain) to hold on. That was when Fiddleford finally stood, mouth still moving slightly to try to figure out something to say.

“Didja have ah... ‘Weird dream’... Too?” He wasn’t even sure what he could qualify it as. Thoughts dashed through his head every time he tried to think back- a confession, a kiss, a steady light in the core of his very being that grew at the mere sensation of what he thought he remembered. He wanted to go back, but a paralyzing fear held him in the present. “... Ah jus’... Ah jus’ woke up...” He breathed out. Was Stan even listening? Should he even be trying? He wasn’t entirely sure.

One thing was certain: he probably wasn’t going to get any sleep the rest of the night. It was too late for anything more than a power-nap, given how alive he felt. It was strange, his body was all at once chilled to the bone with exhaustion and wired down to every last nerve with energy. He wanted to run and scream, and at the same time pass out on the bed and wake up in two weeks.

It occurred to him then that he probably shouldn’t be trying to ask Stan what was going on- after all, the other was going to the bathroom, clearly- conversation was probably the last thing on his mind. So Fiddleford slumped a bit in his bed, staring at his banjo resting beside the bed, the strings waiting for a good pluck while he tried to figure out what to make of his jumbled mind. There were only faint impressions now- but enough that he could piece together a general idea. A general idea around Stan, around love- and the thought worried him. Had something manifested in his dreams? Had he just... Had a wish-fulfillment dream? Maybe a nightmare? It would explain the fight-or-flight response he was feeling... If it could be called that.

Faded afterimages of sunlight drifted from the curtained window (they really needed thicker curtains), the faint blue a reminder of just how early it truly was. Although really, ‘early’ and ‘late’ were subjective at best... He readjusted his glasses, before silently taking them off with a hint of a laugh. He hadn’t needed to adjust them... But it had been done out of habit. He looked them over, the cracks still quite visible- so small, so hard to spot from a distance... But up close... Clear words and images.

“... Di’ som’ne break m’glasses?...”

#[banjos and robots: fiddleford] #kingofthecon #[-*I hope you like it!*-] #[-*lemme know if I need to change anything or make it longer or shorter or whatevs*-] #[-*may wanna msg selfrp tho since this blog-- I don't really check often--*-] #[-*but I plan to check more regularly now that I know it has a thread on it*-] #[-*also trying to use a more southern accent lemme know if I should dial it back*-] #long post

[galaxies-unknown-a]

Writer raced up and down her history, searching over YouTube for every slightly-chilling/worrying song she could find. This was the one thing she had been put in charge of for the event, and she had put it off- crap- crap- crapcrapcrapcrap-

#[fanfiction bandages: writer] #[overplanned: event] #[-*I put this off so much but all the starters throughout the event are typed up so Y E E T on that*-] #[-*event starts in an hour and a half (roughly)!*-] #[-*will span selfrp + musingchaos + (if anyone types in 'event' in the ask box plus a muse) musingorder*-]

[athalberdshelm]

"Blade sharpness has increased by 5!" [From selfrp and puffballsandfriends! ^^]

@selfrp

Yes... This will do nicely. This is perfect for the spontaneous lumberjacking excursions that he’s been going on recently! Just kidding, he just likes to cut the occasional tree to assert dominance over the tall.

#answer #thanks for reading #selfrp #puffballsandfriends #I'm so sorry this silly stuff is the first thing you see from me hehe #I hope you don't mind the tag to show I saw! #Anonymous #reply

[protectorofchao]

"Nothing is softer or more flexible than water- yet nothing can resist it."

Semi-Selective Chaos As Collected by Writer Follows from @selfrp​

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#[newcomers to the gardens: promo] #[beloved charges: self promo] #chaos rp #sonic rp #[-*annnnnd done*-]

[amidst-the-storm]

[If you received a follow from this blog, I should let you know this blog is archived, so it was most likely meant for one of the following:

@musingchaos @desertcrystals @selfrp @class-e-scrapper @mechanicalkindness @protectorofchao @puffballsandfriends

All the bolded ones are under a different main (selfrp) but I do follow some friends from those blogs on this account from time to time, since this one is linked to my phone.]

#[outside eternity:the mun] #[-*gonna pin this*-]