FUCK THIS, I JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY

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FUCK THIS, I JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY

originally posted by mezzanotte

 

➘ This is a meme created for people who need a break from RL stuff right now and are just going: FUCK THIS, I JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY

INSTRUCTIONS
➘ Post with your character below, listing their name and canon in the subject.
➘ Roll 1-10 RNG to roleplay out one of the scenes below or simply just tag!
➘ Roll to your hearts content, feel free to play out as many scenarios as you can.
➘ HAVE FUN WITH YOUR SHENANIGANS

SCENARIOS

01 » FIGHTING - Emotional or Physical. Your characters are not getting along. What do.
02 » DRINKING/DRUNK - Having a beer, dancing in a club, sipping some bubbly in the bathtub, being outrageously drunk.
03 » AWKWARD - Whoops. Your character just walked into something he shouldn't have.
04 » FLUFF - Walking in the rain together, pecks on the cheek, give us cavities.
05 » ROMANTIC - Play something shippy out. Mornings after, confessions, cuddles, smut, anything goes.
06 » IN YOUR SHOES/BODY SWAP - Your character wakes up to find themselves swapped in the world or the body of the person they've tagged.
07 » CONFESSIONS - Spill it. From, I've been secretly pining you forever to yes, I did eat the last pop tart.
08 » 7-MINUTES IN HEAVEN - Your characters are now stuck in a closet together for seven minutes (IE, MUST BE AT LEAST 7-POSTS)
09 » CRACK - Why is there a goat in our living room?
10 » WHATEVER - PLAY ANYTHING. THIS IS WHAT THIS MEME IS ABOUT.

Comments

1!

[nolessthanseven]

Magnus Bane.

[the first thing Magnus will probably notice is just how absolutely pissed Isabelle sounds. For good reason, truly. Maybe not to Magnus, but at least to herself; she's justified in her annoyance, mostly because she gets to see first-hand her brother's suffering.]

You'd better have a great explanation for this.

[highwarlock]

[ And the first thing she'll probably notice is that he is so not in the mood to put up with her right now. After breaking up with his boyfriend, the only thing he wants to do is recover fully from this stab wound and watch reruns of America's Next Top Model. He locks her with a clearly displeased look, on hand perched on his hip. ]

Excuse me? I don't have to explain anything to you.

[nolessthanseven]

[her logic: if he avoids this now, he can skip town and avoid it forever. Literally forever. Not just her idea of forever, which is a little bit more like a couple of months and a well-placed silent treatment. Or perhaps a little longer, if it's something more serious - she's great for holding grudges.]

Really? If that's what you think, you're deluded. Seriously messed up in the head.

If there's anyone ever you have to explain this to, it's me. So start talking.

[highwarlock]

[ Hey, he's not due to skip town for another couple of decades, at least. Maybe sooner, if he pisses off too many vampires. Though he tries not to make that a habit. ]

What happened between me and your brother is none of your damn business.

[ He's being stubborn. ]

[nolessthanseven]

[Isabelle knows vampires. She's quite intimate with vampires.]

Yeah, right. According to who?

[highwarlock]

[ Is that a threat? ]

Me, for starters. And that's all that really matters, isn't it? I say it's none of your business, so I'm not telling you.

[nolessthanseven]

[uh, yeah, it is.]

Except that I'm not leaving until I get an actual answer. And the whole 'things weren't working for me, so I broke it off' isn't going to fly, either.

[highwarlock]

[ Screw you. ]

Please get the hell out of my apartment.

[ The apartment that he'll be walking further into, hoping she'll just cut him a break and leave. ]

[nolessthanseven]

[she won't, sorry. If anything, Izzy just trails after him in long strides.]

Well, as impressed as I am that you said 'please': no. You can't just avoid this forever, hoping one of us is going to die or something.

[highwarlock]

[ U g h. ]

I don't want either of you to die. [ Ever, actually. ] I just want you to get out of my apartment.

[ He sits himself down on the couch, careful not to upset his sore side. ]

[nolessthanseven]

I'm still not leaving. Either you deal with that, or answer the question. [she remains standing, hands on her hips.] I can make myself comfortable. Jace did it; I can do it.

[highwarlock]

[ He's seriously considering how much trouble he'd get in for turning you into an end table right now. ]

Have you talked to Alec yet? Has he explained anything to you?

[nolessthanseven]

[probably a lot. Jace might have words for you. And by 'words', we mean 'a seraph blade'.]

I want to hear it from you. [no, actually. Alec avoided the topic pretty well.]

[highwarlock]

Evidently not, then. [ Since he's sure that she wouldn't be acting quite so hostile if she knew the truth.

He trains his gaze on her, eyes narrowed. ] Since you're being so persistent, if you must know, your brother went behind my back and discussed my immortality with my ex-girlfriend. It seems she told him of a way to make me mortal. He was considering doing her bidding in exchange for the information.

[nolessthanseven]

[she wouldn't be, it's true. She listens, her hostility slowly fading.]

He- This is Alec we're talking about here. He wouldn't do that. No way.

[highwarlock]

No? He admitted it, Isabelle. He tripped over himself trying to explain and come up with excuses.

[ Right now, he's in the stage where he's angry and bitter. Give it a few days, and he'll be upset and heartbroken instead. ]

Trust me, I checked my facts before I broke up with him. I wasn't going to rely on Camille's word.

[nolessthanseven]

[she refuses to believe that her brother would try to steal Magnus' immortality. And she refuses to believe that he would go behind everyone's backs to see Camille. That means that he's been lying to them all this time.]

Y- If he could have made himself immortal, I'm sure he would have.

[highwarlock]

[ His jaw tightens at that. ]

That isn't a better option. Though I suppose that might've involved a little bit less lying.

[ The last thing he wants for anyone, let alone Alec, is for them to have to live forever. It's a curse, really, not a gift. ]

[nolessthanseven]

[she rolls her eyes, some of that hostility snapping back.]

So what? You were just content in knowing that he'd die - probably in the next decade - and then you'd mourn for a little bit, and just move on? And you thought he'd just be okay with that?

[highwarlock]

[ He nearly shoots to his feet at that, but he manages to rope his anger in. The venom is still clear in his voice, though. ]

You really think that? I've never been okay with him dying. And I can promise you, I'd never move on from that. There are some things you just can't get over, no matter how much time you're given.

That isn't even the point. The point is, he considered shortening my life without my consent. That isn't for him to decide.

[nolessthanseven]

He was- He's just looking at options. He wouldn't have done it-

[she hopes. And her doubt is written clear across her face.]

No way would he have actually done anything without actually talking to you about it.

[highwarlock]

You don't know that. You know you don't know that.

[ He shifts, leaning back on the couch. ]

It's the principal of the matter. I thought I could trust him; turns out, I can't.

[nolessthanseven]

Y-

Magnus. You can trust him. He's eighteen. You're his first boyfriend. He's going to make stupid decisions.

[highwarlock]

Stupid decision? He considered shortening my life. That's a fatal decision, not a stupid one. [ He'll change his mind later, no doubt. ] Eighteen is plenty old enough to know between right and wrong.

I warned him about Camille. I told him not to believe a word she says, as she's manipulative and conniving, and definitely not to be trusted. And what does he do? He plays right into her hands. He believed her over me.

[nolessthanseven]

[she winces a little, glancing aside. Her comments now are biting and sardonic, and she's possibly angrier than she's ever been before.] Fine. You're the victim here. Whatever.

Who says he believed her? Maybe he was trying to figure out everything he could? Did you ever think of that? Or did you just dump him on the spot?