Shoot first. Regret later.

Because, like it or not, we're not all balls of sunshine all the time. We can be pure salt when we want to be.

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz

♚ How many people don't like you?

⚜ How many people do you not like?

✮ Have you managed to stay away from drama?

☄ Have you ever been in the middle of drama?

☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

☼ How long do you stay mad?

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

☁ Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn't have?

☂ Have you ever been forgiven when you knew you shouldn't have been?

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

☣ Have you ever rp'd with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

♨ Have you ever made a public call out post?

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

✿ What do you think about public call out posts?

✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?

✉ A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?

✦ Thoughts on duplicates following you?

✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

❦ Has someone been jealous of you?

❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

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“DON’T you dare try to tell me what and what not to do. You have no right butting in like this.”

Surprisingly, her words weren’t as slurred as they could’ve been. She was quite articulate.

Once the hand reaches again, she steps back frantically, yanking the bottle away from their reach.

“SHUT UP. SHUT. UP. LET ME HAVE THIS. I’ve been fucking sober for MONTHS NOW, LET ME HAVE THIS!”

Tears begin to well up in her eyes, glaring at the person before her.

“You don’t know what it’s like, you wouldn’t FFFUCKING understand.”

The woman begins to weep silently, face contorting into utter grief and misery. She mourns who she once was in this moment, longing for times like those to be lived once again.

“And I’m grateful you don’t. But god I’m…”

“God I’m so fucking alone. I’m lonely EVERY GOD DAMN DAY of my life. No matter WHO surrounds me, WHO comes by and shares my time and space, I’m still alone! No one will EVER understand what I’ve been through and what I have to deal with and I’m so thankful they don’t! But at the same time I just… I-“

“For once, let me be selfish as to wish my fate upon someone else so that I may have a friend. Someone to fucking confide in who KNOWS the shit I’ve seen and done and FELT AND LIVED-“

“I WENT TO HELL. TWICE. The things I’ve seen… EVERY PAIN I FELT. I SURVIVED, BUT GOD SOMETIMES I WISH I DIDN’T. Sometimes I wish I was stuck there so I didn’t have to live on with the consequences of my god damn ACTIONS.”

She launches the plastic bottle across the way, letting it shatter and crack after it impacts the wall, leaving a crack within the wall as well. The fluid leaks onto the carpet, forcing Mich to scowl and grimace at her own actions.

“People like me don’t get the luxury of giving up.”

She slumps onto the couch, her head in her hands as she again wept silently to herself. Not paying mind to the person standing before her.

“The things I’ve been through, I will never find someone who will be able to empathize or help me. There’s no one out there who can do what I do. I start to wonder if I’m simply beyond mortality, if I’m divine in some way for my achievements but… No. No this is punishment. A life of loneliness, even when surrounded by people I love.”

Her voice breaks, cracks in sorrow for her life she’s led.

“Was I ever meant to be good? Or was I just a catalyst for good to exist…”

“Am I the reason good people exist? Is it because I’m not?”

“I wouldn’t wish my life on my worst enemy but I just… I feel so fucking selfish for hoping I find someone who’s done what I’ve done just so I can look at their face like a mirror and finally face myself for once. It’s selfish, it’s malicious, it’s…”

Her shoulders shake as she sobs into her hands, shaky breaths inhale and exhale as she tries to calm herself.

“It’s just who I am, isn’t it…”

“I’m tainted by mistakes and sins I’ve since coined.”

“I’m not a good person, for fucks sake stOP CALLING ME THAT. I’m NOT. I CAN’T BE. Not anymore. I’ve taken lives that deserved to be lived fully, I’ve ruined families, I hurt the people I loved because I was scared and I ruined myself in the process. There’s no good deed that’ll ever forgive what I’ve done, because the hands that forced these actions were my own. I’ve done things I can’t begin to repent for.”

“I’ve become an abomination.”

“I was never meant for greatness. I was meant to be a lesson for everyone else. God and after EVERYTHING, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’ve lost myself along the way like a fucking smear of roadkill on the highway. I have no hobbies, I have no interests, no wants, no ambitions, NOTHING. I’ve lost everything, and all that’s left to lose now is the rest of who I am.”

“So if I’m going to…”

(suggestive roleplay starters for muses tangled in tension, attraction, and everything they’re trying not to say)

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to think straight.”

“You should really stop standing that close… unless you’re trying to make a point.”

“Your heart’s racing. Is it fear, or something else?”

“You’ve got no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“Say my name again. Slower.”

“If I leaned in right now, would you stop me?”

“Careful—keep staring and people might notice what you’re thinking.”

“You always smell like trouble.”

“You make it hard to remember why this is a bad idea.”

“If you wanted me to leave, you would’ve made me by now.”

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“You really don’t need to touch me to make your point… but I’m not complaining.”

“Do you always breathe this heavily when someone’s near you?”

“You’re shaking. Is that anger—or anticipation?”

“You shouldn’t be this close to me. I might take it the wrong way.”

“I think you like testing my patience.”

“You don’t have to say anything—your body already did.”

“One step closer, and you’ll find out exactly what I mean.”

“You’ve been staring at my mouth all night.”

“This is dangerous, you know that.”

“For once, I’d like to know what you’re thinking when you look at me like that.”

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t mean them.”

“Do you really think I came here for conversation?”

“There’s something about the way you say my name that ruins me.”

“If I touch you now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“You look like sin dressed up in restraint.”

“You’re not helping by looking at me like that.”

“This tension is going to break eventually. Might as well decide how.”

“You always show up when I’m trying to forget you.”

“I should go—but I don’t want to.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍

“You keep pretending it’s just banter. It’s not.”

“Maybe we’re both too stubborn to admit what this is.”

“If I told you I’ve thought about this before, would that scare you?”

“This is dangerous, but gods, it feels right.”

“You’re trembling—don’t tell me you’re not feeling this too.”

“You can’t keep playing with fire and expect not to get burned.”

“Don’t look at me like that. I might forget how to be decent.”

“Every time you leave, I pretend I don’t care. I’m a terrible liar.”

“If this is a mistake, it’s one I’ll make twice.”

“You make temptation look far too easy to love.”

(Throat) - sender grabs reciever by their throat

(jaw) - sender takes hold of recievers jaw harshly

(wrist) - sender has hold of recievers wrist / wrists

(twist) - sender twists reciever's arms behind their back

(bind) - sender restrains reciever with item of choice

(pull) - sender pulls reciever roughly to them

(drag) - sender drags reciever to / away from something

(hair) - sender pulls or controls receiver by their hair

(pin) - sender pins reciever to the wall

(knife) - sender uses a knife against reciever as a threat

(nick) - sender nicks reciever with a knife

(push) - sender pushes reciever roughly

(eyes) - sender forces receiver to look at them

(neck) - sender grabs the back of reciever's neck

(smack) -sender slaps reciever

(grip) - sender grabs reciever by their shirt

(gag) - sender forces reciever to stay quiet (with hand or with a gag)

(strike) - sender hits reciever with their hand or other item

Please include if you want answers for a particular verse or ship.