Call me Anjel. Pisces🌞. INFJ. This is my indie roleplaying blog. Multi-muse/verse/ship. I'm open to roleplaying nearly anything, but ask if you have any doubts. There may be nsfw content, but it will be tagged. Promise. Don't be afraid to message or IM me. I don't bite.
cute things in the rpc that no one ever talks about:
the amount of flailing that goes on during plotting when you hit The Sweet Spot and find the perfect plot piece or place to start or angst nugget
people making really serious ooc posts and then finishing with “if you need me, i’ll be on discord super hysterical crack-ish username#0000
people making ocs that fit in with other characters to expand universes
people making ocs and making them their own blogs and developing their characters and giving them a name and a home and a family and :’)
everyone can disagree on the extent to which aesthetic should factor into things but at the end of the day everyone just wants to be like !!!!! LOOK HOW CUTE MY MUSE IS !!!!!
90% of people hating their canon but if anyone else insults their canon they will be ready to throw down asap
ooc posts where people talk about their day
munday when people post cute pictures of them and you get to have that moment of “dear god i DID NOT REALIZE THIS HUMAN AS THAT CUTE IN PERSON WTF HOW IS THIS LEGAL”
pictures. of. your. pets.
people just making edits for other people????
the amount of people that will randomly just make other people icons / promos / banners / bgs / etc. if they need them
everyone can disagree on whether or not you should post / reblog gofundme campaigns but the amount of people that are SO willing to, at the drop of a hat, help someone out who they have never met in person and support them????? adorable.
calling your muse a trash can
calling your muse an actual sunshine
people getting their friends / mututals into other tv shows / movies / books / content that they otherwise would have missed out on
those users that actively work to spread positivity despite everything else going on
good morning posts / good night posts / “i hope you’re having a great day” posts
when you FINALLY interact with that One Mutual and you suddenly find out that they’re amazing and incredible and you become friends and it’s all amazing
those days when you come on and are just genuinely excited to write
at the end of the day everyone is very in love with their chosen muse and they have made an entire blog to showcase that and all they want to do is make more people love ( and feel pain over ) their muse and that, i think, is a god damn beautiful thing
Popping in to say I hope everyone’s doing at least somewhat okay. I got a lil chance to breathe since it’s Spring Break but that’s almost over. Looking forward to returning here once summer hits tho!
“It suits you.” Tara said. It was so easy to compliment the other woman. She just exudes beauty. “Of course. I’ll always be here for you. You’re going to do just fine.” She promised. “I know I look nice.” She chuckled. “I gotta impress you.”
“Thank you so much,” she grinned, spinning around. “I appreciate that. Just know that I’ll be there for you too. Forever and always. I know I know. I’m still a bit nervous though,” she admitted. “Oh you impress me effortlessly. You’re amazing.”
“T, I’ma need you to not worry so much. You’re the only one that knows what I really do and I come back from each situation in one piece. This will be no different,” Sam promised.
Tara wrapped her arms around him, keeping him close. She knew what he did was dangerous– hell, they both had dangerous lives. The missions were important, but it didn’t mean Tara wasn’t worrying the entire time. She never let it interfere with her own work, but she always silently hoped that Samson was okay. “You know I always want extra hang time.”
Sam tightened his hold on her. They both lived on the edge and they understood each other, which helped. He knew it didn’t make being away from each other any easier. “I should’ve known. What do you want to do?”
June straightened up when she realized she’d held Tara’s hand as they started to cross the street. “I am so, so sorry I did that. I just- it’s a habit I can’t seem to let go of with people I’m comfortable with. I didn’t even ask if you were okay with it.”
Tara gave a thoughtful nod. “One-hundred percent.” Her eyes crinkled as she smiled. She really didn’t mind- and she truly didn’t think too much of it; it was just nice to have the contact. To not feel so alone. “It’s not weird, I promise. Her cheeks tinted pink slightly. “I like it when you ramble.”
“Okay, good,” she smiled at the reassurance. She wasn’t expecting the compliment and her cheeks tinged pink. “You do?” She asked, biting into her bottom lip.
“Just a dress and hairstyle?” Tara scoffed lovingly. “You look good and you know it.” Tara’s cheeks flourished at the admittance. “You’re beautiful.”
“Yes just a dress and hairstyle,” Clari said, flushed. “Thank you, really, Tara. I don’t know what I’d do without you here,” she gave a meaningful glance and reached to squeeze her hand. “You look nice yourself.”
“T, I’ma need you to not worry so much. You’re the only one that knows what I really do and I come back from each situation in one piece. This will be no different,” Sam promised.
“I know, I know Sam–” Tara let out a sigh. “But, I’m always going to worry about you.” She smiled sadly at her friend. “You’re very good at what you do, do doubt, but, it’s so damn dangerous.”
Samson nodded. “I can’t argue with that since I do worry about you too,” he admitted. He walked over to give her a comforting hug. “It’s dangerous, but it more than pays the bills. I’ll be fine. If I could message you during my missions I would to ease your mind, but I promise to be safe. I’m free for the next few days though if you’d like to get in some extra hang time,” he offered.
June straightened up when she realized she’d held Tara’s hand as they started to cross the street. “I am so, so sorry I did that. I just- it’s a habit I can’t seem to let go of with people I’m comfortable with. I didn’t even ask if you were okay with it.”
The connection was nice, honestly. The small weight of June’s hand in her own felt comforting. Once they were safely across the street, Tara waved her hand nonchalantly. “I’m not worried about it.” She smiled sweetly. “Seriously. You can hold my hand, I don’t mind it.”
Juniper’s expression softened as the action was waved off. “Are you sure about that? I really don’t mind holding off on it if you think it’s weird,” she insisted. “Your hand felt nice by the way,” she added. “I should probably stop rambling so we can get to the shop,” the girl said and bit the inside of her cheek.
“I still can’t believe I get to touch too.” Todd chuckled, heading upstairs. “And as far as deserve goes, you’re perfect babe. You deserve the whole world.”
“You’re such a dork,” she teased. “What am I to do with you?” She shook her head and watched him. “The world, huh?” She spoke to herself. “Well he deserves the universe and all the good karma possible,” she continued as she perused the fridge for a meal plan. Maybe they could order in to kick the night off instead. She took her time walking up to the master bedroom to give her lover more time and thought of what she’d be in the mood for.
“I wouldn’t be a very good girlfriend if I didn’t.” Jamie giggled, pulling off her shirt, unveiling the sheer extent of how powerful her body was. “It’s our job to show each other how loved the other one is.” She mused, undoing her bra. Her tits were certainly big, especially for someone with so little fat on their body, but they were nothing next to Diana’s.
“You have a point there,” Di nodded, continuing to feel her girlfriend up as she removed clothing. “That is our job, but it comes so naturally that it doesn’t feel like one.” She hummed and licked her lips when Jamie’s breasts fell out and immediately latched on with her mouth and hands. Kissing, squeezing, nibbling like she couldn’t get enough. She loved every inch of Jamie and often tried to show it rather than just say it.
June straightened up when she realized she’d held Tara’s hand as they started to cross the street. “I am so, so sorry I did that. I just- it’s a habit I can’t seem to let go of with people I’m comfortable with. I didn’t even ask if you were okay with it.”
“T, I’ma need you to not worry so much. You’re the only one that knows what I really do and I come back from each situation in one piece. This will be no different,” Sam promised.
