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@greatgospell, â i think you should say you changed your mind. â âł garden of earthly bodies.
â i don't think i could ever change my mind about how you make me feel. â there is no anger in harmonia's voice, only an underlying wave of sadness that he tries to hold back. love is not a foreign feeling, but the weight of it is something new. love had never made him afraid, but everything changed when he met her. he finds that he has never been more afraid of losing something; that he has never wanted to have something to protect as much as aerith. â whatever you want me to do, i'll do it. but if you want me to pretend that iâ that you're not everything to me, then i can't. â
he reaches out to take her hand in both of his. his hold is kept loose, should she wish to pull away, but there is a desperation in his hold. â anything else, though. i'll do whatever you want. but please don't tell me i should change my mind when i've never been more certain about something in my life. if you want me to leave, i'll leave. if you want me to stay, i'll stay. what won't change is that i love you and nothing is going to change that. okay? â
@zanvat, â how come you haven't said anything? â âł garden of earthly bodies.
for a moment, moriko is convinced they've come face - to - face with their own reflection, a strange glimpse of who they were before life broke them beyond repair. but the look in the eye isn't quite right, and their mirrored image is too young to be them. their hand lifts, and the other's doesn't, and when moriko reaches out and fingers brush against cheek, they gasp when they feel nothing but flesh and blood. their flesh and blood. â i'm sorry, â they say at last, and their hand goes to the back of their sister's head to pull her in tight against their chest. moriko's face buries itself in the softness of airu's hair, and they take in a trembling breath. it's different than when she was a baby, so small and fragile in a way that even the young moriko had understood. be careful with her. be sure to support her head. you'll be your sister's keeper. they had sworn to keep her safe, but then. . .
oaths made by children stamped with strangeness fell on deaf ears, and all moriko could remember then was the sound of airu's cries as she had been ripped from their arms, and moriko had been taken from their house by their own father.
they hold her tighter, but pull away enough to look at her. she is their reflection, to be sure; but she is the most beautiful thing moriko has ever seen. â forgot how to say anything for a minute, is all. â i'm afraid if i say too much i'll scare you away. i'm afraid if i let you go you'll disappear. their hand strokes gently against airu's hair. it's just as soft as it had been when she was a baby. moriko's eyes burn with unshed tears, and they lean in to press their forehead gently against hers.
â i missed you, little sister. â their voice is thick and strange, and they swallow down the lump that has formed. airu is here. flesh and blood and alive, and moriko wonders if they're allowed to be so happy. â that'sâ i'm sorry. i don't know what to say. â
@godscends, â don't give away your thoughts. you won't get them back. â âł garden of earthly bodies.
â sorry, â the reply is mumbled, sheepish in its delivery. their eyes remain fixed to the floor rather than on him before they remember their manners. moriko tips their head up so they have no choice but to look at him ( even then, their eyes flit to - and - fro; childish nerves still clinging to them after all this time ). moriko does try their best to mind their business, and to mind their tongue. they avoid him as best they can, instead preferring to stick by dante's side as her ever - loyal attack dog ( my daughter loves you like a pet ). but, sometimes, such as this, fate decides to play cruel tricks and force their paths to cross, and moriko is left wondering what they've done so wrong to deserve such punishment.
they force their eyes to fall upon his face, even as they want nothing more than to duck their head in something akin to shame. â i didn't mean to intrude or inconvenience you, lord dio. â it's spoken sincerely, but they have never been more aware of the seemingly natural sarcasm that coats their tongue. it takes everything in them not to wince, and to simply hope it comes across as sincere as they truly meant it.
â but, um. thank you. for the advice. â a mental note to keep every thought and feeling under a tighter lock and key, to encase it in something impenetrable so nothing ever makes itself known again. â i'd thoughtâ well, thinking is a dangerous thing, isn't it? i'll be certain not to share that with the wrong person again. â now, their head falls again. they've looked as long as they can stand it, and their heart pounds so loudly that it's all they can hear. one day, perhaps, they can face him without fear clutching at their throat. one day, maybe they can feel less like a guest in this home and more like they belong. a fever dream, perhaps. but a dream no less. â you've given me a valuable lesson, lord dio. one i won't forget. â
you are sixteen years old. you have every right to be as selfish as you want and assert your wishes.
"that'sâ"ă ¤one arm wraps around the span of his own waist, tugging his other arm closer to him. it's a rather reserved gesture, in an attempt to make himself seem smaller against all his knowledge that he's anything but.ă ¤"that's irrelevantâ my age, i mean. some of us have to grow up faster than others."ă ¤his parents always praised him for it, for how quickly he took to things that adults do. it's one of the only things they ever praised him for, & even then, they always expected more.ă ¤"i already say whatever i want, but i'm notâ i'm not selfish. i just know that i'm right about things, i always have been. it's not my wishes, it's fact."ă ¤it's what i've always been told is right.ă ¤(listen to fugo, he knows best.)ă ¤(your son, mr. âââââââ, is one of the smartest students i've ever had. even the seniors could learn something from him.)ă ¤(fugo, what do you think?)
"respectfully as i can say this, mr. fair, please stop talking like you know anything about my circumstances."
â sorry, sorry. not trying to assume anything, kiddo. â his hands are momentarily held up in a gesture of surrender before he lowers them again. it's heartbreaking to witness fugo, in truth; a reminder of who zack was before his world was forced to change, a child in circumstances that should only be left to adults. â i didn't say you were selfish, either. just that you have every right to be so. it's great you say what you want, and that you're so self - assured, but. . . it doesn't mean anything if you don't let yourself be a little selfish. â zack understands. he doesn't want to assume or pry, but he understands; he'd grown up a little too quickly, too harshly. he's familiar with the signs, no matter the differences in how it had to be done. â and, so you know. growing up fast doesn't mean you're not still a kid. you should be allowed to be a kid, fugo. no matter what you might think you have to do, it doesn't change the fact that some things need to be left to grown - ups. that's our job. your job is to be a kid. â

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"   WHAT YOU ARE IS BRAVE.   "   brows knit,  drawing deeper the shadow around tired eyes.  an arm extends to her in polite guidance  â protection.   "   i've spoken to fuyumi,   but i've yet to speak to you.  how has it been?  â  your life out of the hospital, I mean.   " / @thisanger > rei
â brave isn't what i would call myself. â there is a softness to her voice that has always been there, but she finds herself more weary than she had been before; it's part of rehabilitation, she supposes â a need to readjust to the world outside of the hospital. her hand falls gently onto his arm, and it is a sort of grounding she hasn't felt in some time. â it's been. . . nice, in a way. getting to see them again in my own home means more than i can say. but, i can't pretend that it's been easy. there are so many memories, and iâ i don't know if i belong among those memories. â
â you should teach me how to heal. â harmonia's weight is leaned against the lance stabbed into the ground, eyes alight as he looks at aerith. he's mesmerized by her more often than not, and the throes of combat are no exception to this. his hand gestures to the staff, and then to his own lance. â i can teach you this, you can teach me that. fair trade, right? â / @greatgospell, âĄ.
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â i donât like seeing you nervous. â â the risk of doing nothing becomes the greatest risk of all. â â iâm gonna do us a favor and not mention this happened. â â youâre gonna get us both in trouble. â â iâm not moving. you want it, you take it and i walk away. â â if itâs not important, why not tell me? â â donât tell anybody you saw me. donât tell anybody you know where i am. â â you donât look so good. â â you need to get as far away from here as you can. â â youâre like me. we were born in a hole. all we know is climbing over somebody else to get out. â â itâs all about you, isnât it? itâs always all about you. â â ah, youâve remembered how to mock me. â â thatâs as close to an apology as youâre gonna get. â â maybe we should quit while weâre ahead. â â welcome. and just in time for dinner. â â thereâs no way out alive. of that you must be sure. â â my anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fightâŚtheyâve set me on a path from which there is no escape. â â iâm struggling to understand why my faith doesnât calm me. i believe in something. why am i so unsettled? â â you donât have to worry about me anymore. â â i thought you left without me. â â you have a different path, and iâm not judging you. â â itâs better you donât know. â â youâre avoiding the question. â â hey. you know something i donât? â â i told you, iâm doing everything i can. â â you might as well wear a sign that says, âi promise to disappoint you.â â â youâre bleeding on my floor. â â you knew where this was going. youâve always known. â â i need to hear you tell me you can follow the plan. â â pull yourself together, all right? â â this timeâŚyou canât stay, and i canât go. â â i burn my decency for someone elseâs future. i burn my life to make a sunrise that i know iâll never see. â â i said i know you. i know all about you. â â why donât we do something fun tomorrow night? â â i knew i could count on you. â â i am going to ask you a question. i expect an honest answer. â â i yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost and by the time i looked down, there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. â â thatâs cold. even for you. â â youâll stay with me. i need all the heroes i can get. â â iâm thinking clearly and youâre not. â â is that your defence? youâve been âcarefulâ? â â any civilized being knows an open invitation is no invitation at all. â â rule number one: never carry anything you donât control. â â whatâs the hurry? got some place to be? â â you come all this way to scold me? â â iâd never lie to you. â â youâre not here to save anybody but yourself. â â what, not happy to see me? â â iâve never loved anyone the way i love you. â â i wonât have peace. iâll be worried about you all the time. â â turning back will be impossible. â â thereâs no room for doubt on the path to success. â â two guys jumped me. it went too far. â â you fall here, you fall alone. â â iâm just saying out loud what you already known. â â you love me because i show you what you need to see. â â itâs just me against everybody else. â â you donât want to hear what happened? â â hey. i wonât forget this. â â you think itâs hopeless, do you? freedom? independence? justice? â â no oneâs more at risk than i am. â â you wanted to leave? this is what it comes to. â â what are you staring at? â â weâll die with nothing if we donât put aside our petty differences. â â youâll make an effort tonight if it kills you. â â i write when i canât sleep. â â you havenât been listening to me, have you? â â us? i donât know you. â â iâm not gonna put my people at risk for someone else. â â your fatherâs looking for you. â â why would i go anywhere with you? â â iâm glad youâre here. no matter what the reason. â â thatâs what a reckoning sounds like. you want it to stop, but it just keeps coming. â â come on. we need to get out of here. come on. â â being a leader isnât just something you can turn on and off. â â itâs been a day of surprises for all of us. â â you lived because you ran. â â i imagine that no matter what you tell me or tell yourself, youâll ultimately die fighting these bastards. â â you think i havenât thought this through? iâd be the first one to fall. â â wouldnât you rather give it all at once to something real than carve off useless pieces till thereâs nothing left? â â youâre wasting energy. you know iâm right. â â i just want whatâs mine. â â must everything be boring and sad? â â you have a problem, you come to me. â â iâm starting to think weâre in over our heads. â â everyone has their own rebellion. â â can one ever be too aggressive in preserving order? â â the day before is always hard. too much time to worry. â â donât touch me. â â i wake up every day to an equation i wrote fifteen years ago from which thereâs only one conclusion, Iâm damned for what i do. â â iâm just trying to clear my name. â â working with other people is never easy. â â just being in your presenceâŚiâve realized that life is worth living. â â do you have any idea how much trouble youâre in right now? â â i knew you were lying. i knew it. â â losing hope? your mind? keep it to yourself. â â must everything be boring and sad? â â the axe forgets, but the tree remembers. â â perhaps my deranged belief that there was something better fated for me in the future was a dream worth clinging to. â â iâm not here for career advice. â â thereâs a difference between fear and losing your nerve. â â youâre slouching. is that how you present yourself to the world? â â perhaps you should have a rest. â â i didnât deserve what happened. â â you should go. i didnât realize how late it was. â â iâd forgotten how sensitive you can be. â â youâre lucky to be alive right now. â â so, thatâs it? thatâs why youâre here? revenge? â â you can wear a ball gown if youâd like. â â this is the last place you should be. â â so much going wrong, so much to say, and all of it happening so quickly. â â itâs easier to hide behind forty atrocities than a single incident. â â what were you gonna do if i wasnât here? â â iâve been worried you might do something like this. â â donât you dare talk to me like that. â â the very worst thing you can do right now is bore me. â â if youâre not willing to risk your conscience, then surrender and be done with it. â â weâve come a long way from where we started. â â i show you the stone in my hand, you miss the knife at your throat. â â people blame you for what happened. â â i think about you constantly. â â i dreamt you came back. â â you pull in the net and the easy thing, the quick thing, is to assume that everything youâve dragged to shore is a fish. â â i shouldâŚi should say thank you. â â iâve given up all chance at inner peace. iâve made my mind a sunless space. i share my dreams with ghosts. â â donât die until you put up a fight. â â you came here to kill me, didnât you? â â iâve been shamed enough for one night. â â if you wanna say something, you should say it now. â â i would rather die trying to take them down than giving them what they want. â â is that meant to scare me? â â iâve been turning away from the truth i wanted not to face. â â youâre bleeding. â
â if you need help baiting your next hook, let me know. â for the first time in what feels like forever, noctis is comfortably in his element. the brim of his hat keeps the harshest glare of the sun out of his eyes, and his line has been cast perfectly. the water is perfectly blue, the gentle breeze carrying the smell of the ocean. best of all, with lunafreya beside him, it is the closest he has felt to peace in some time. a side glance to her, and noctis smiles. â thanks for comin' with me, luna. i'm... i'm glad we get to spend this time together. â / @slainmercy, âĄ.
â it never felt right to hide them away. â there's an open photo album on your coffee table, the pages decorated with photos from before the fire. some of your best memories have always been with them, of them, even if everything feels different now. you bring your knees up to your chest, eyes fixed on the colorful spread. â even when youâ even when you died and it was like you never existed, i couldn't forget about you. i never forgot about you. â when you look to tĹya now, it's with the barest hint of a smile curving the corner of your mouth for just a moment before it drops again. â if it's too much, or you don't wanna look through 'em, that's fine. i just... i missed you. i never stopped missing you. thought you'd wanna know that. â / @torrefy, âĄ

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â you don't have to go back there. â your chopsticks poke disinterestedly at a chunk of chicken in your bowl. you can't quite look tĹya in the eye, even now. it's guilt, mostly; how you ignored the warning signs and shoved them away. but also because you don't know how to look at them without seeing the ghosts of the past. you struggle with that more often than not these days â not just with tĹya, but with everyone: your own reflection isn't even exempt. â to that house, i mean. with dad there, i know it's... â hell. just as it always was. you pick up the piece of chicken and eat it without tasting it. it's just something to keep your mouth busy. â you can stay as long as you want. i can clear out my girlfriend's office for you. â / @torrefy, âĄ
"   IT'S NOTHING TO BE SCARED OF.  "    palms fall flat on the beach,  soaking in the much-needed break away from the city and the school and hero training â  or a lack thereof for the two of them.  eyes open to behold the waves.   "   well,  let me rephrase.   it's okay to be scared,   but it's more fear of the unknown than powerlessness, right?   "   mirio looks towards the younger classmate,  smile sure and true.   "  having a quirk wasn't what made you and me heroes.    we did that on our own.  " / @thisanger > izuku.
sand sticks to his hair and makes his scalp itch, but there is no attempt at sitting up. his eyes are focused on the bright blue sky above, and he is only vaguely listening to mirio speak. there is a feeling of emptiness in his chest that he can't quite fill, where he feels like the power he was given should remain. one hand lifts and rests against his sternum, as if pressing against it will ease the void he feels. after a lifetime, he forces himself to sit up. he shakes the sand from his hair and looks to mirio. â i guess that i got used to being a hero with a quirk. â logically, izuku knows he was a hero before that, and he is still one after it. but it feels too much like failure, like he's back to where he was before he first stepped onto this beach with all might. â i don't. . . i don't care about being quirkless. that's how i was born, you know? i care about what's going to happen later. or. . . the future, i guess. â
actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)
back, sender gives receiver a back hug.
beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.
blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.
book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.
care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.
catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.
choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.
cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.
cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.
dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.
dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.
dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.
drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.
drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.
draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.
face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.
flower, sender gives receiver a flower.
footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.
forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.
grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.
jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.
kiss, sender kisses receiver.
link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.
massage, sender offers receiver a massage.
patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.
piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.
pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.
pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.
press, sender presses receiver against a wall.
propose, sender proposes to receiver.
quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.
rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.
serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.
sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.
size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.
shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.
sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.
tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.
tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.
tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.
umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.
warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.
zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.
quick notes about my deku:
loses ofa after heroes rising, though it doesn't go to bakugou either. it gets caught in a sense of limbo until it ultimately goes back to him, when he loses control of the powers that come with it. he's quirkless for some time, but still works towards his goal of being the #1 hero.
i do not care about canon much and i have not read or watched in over a year. i do not care where it goes. ultimately, in my portrayal, deku is going to die young â whether it be in a blaze of glory or issues with ofa, he will likely not make it to pro.
while he and bakugou make amends, izuku does not forgive him as readily or entirely. they do form a friendship, but it is tentative and strained. i am willing to plot this. i will not ship bakudeku, however.
rests his chin on weiss' shoulder after leaning down a significant amount. it's ok, his posture sucks anyway.
one hand immediately comes up to blindly stroke at his cheek, before sliding up to gently tangle in his hair. a soft, pleased hum sounds from her, and she rests her head against his. â you're going to hurt your back if you keep that up, â her tone is teasing. soft. it has taken them both a lifetime to reach this level of gentleness. â i'm hardly worth that sort of pain. â

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izumi-kun get out of my house & stop talking about supernatural powers i DO NOT know what you're talking about
sensei. with respect. i have to be in your house. also please explain what the fuck you're talking about.
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