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FUCK THIS, I JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY

FUCK THIS, I JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY

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➘ 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.

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[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?

[ 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.

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.

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.

Y-

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

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.

[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?

[ Nope, he's officially done with her, and it shows clear as day on his face. He gets to his feet again, glaring down at her. ]

I've told you what you wanted to know. If you want to hear more, talk to your brother. Now get the hell out of my apartment, and don't come back.

[he's one of the few guys who's taller than her, and he's really damn good at making her feel about an inch tall, if she's anything. But she's still willing to glower up at him - she won't relent.]

He's better off without you.

[and that said, she spins on her heel, starting to storm out. Doing just like he told her, basically.]

[ He lets out a scathing laugh, watching her leave. ]

I should've never let you all into my party that night.

[ Shadowhunters were bad news. He never learned from his mistakes, either. ]

[she shoots from the doorway, glaring still.] Too bad warlocks can't go back in time, huh? Then you'd really be rid of us - we'd probably all be dead by now. Not just Max, but the rest of us too.

[ Never in his 800 years of living has anybody ever gotten under his skin the way Isabelle Lightwood does.

He flings out a hand, slamming the door shut before she can get through it. Now, he's not done talking to her. ]

Don't think for a second I ever wanted any of you dead. I love your brother. I know you don't think that's the case right now, but I do.

[ And if he could go back in time, he wouldn't do anything different. He still would've helped them out that night, he still would've pursued Alec, and he still would've saved their lives as many times as he has. No matter what he says, he wouldn't want to change a thing. ]

I'd do anything for him. I still would.

[ Because he's stupidly, helplessly devoted. ]

[she gasps as the door slams in her face, her face flushing with angry heat; she whirls on him, storming a few steps back into the apartment.]

Like hell. If you loved him, you wouldn't be doing this. You'd talk to him, not ignore him and avoid him, like you're secretly fifteen and thought the silent treatment was a good idea.

And this is coming from the queen of the silent treatment, is it?

[ He crosses his arms over his chest, scowling at her. ]

Have you tried, for just a second, putting yourself in my position? Imagine Simon going behind your back to talk to one of your exes about making you immortal. Would you want that? I understand you're faithful to your brother, but that doesn't mean you have to justify the wrong things he's done.

Shut up. Don't make this about me, Magnus.

It wouldn't happen. He knows I'm Nephilim; it wouldn't work. You can't be both. And I- [a sharp inhale.] Don't bring Simon into this. It's not about him, and it's not about me. He's not you, and I'm not Alec.

[damn this family pride.]

Talk to him. I mean, an actual talk. One where you don't leap to conclusions beforehand.

I didn't leap to any conclusions!

[ He's ignoring basically everything you said besides that. ]

I talked to him, I gave him his chance to explain, and I didn't like what I heard. I am not going to surround myself with people I can't trust. And right now, I can't trust him.

Good thing we can't trust you either. At least it's a mutual thing.

I broke up with your brother for a perfectly legitimate reason and now you can't trust me? [ He scoffs. ] You'd better hope that none of you ever need anything, because I'm through with coming at your every call.

[ Okay, so he did just say that he'd still do anything for Alec, but he's too angry to care. ]

All I've heard is your side of things, and it was basic at that. How do I know there isn't more to it? I've got your word, and that's it. Your word against my older brother's.

Then why don't you go talk to your older brother like I originally suggested and see if you like what he has to say.

Fine. I will. And I'll probably like it way better than everything you've been spewing so far.

[ He points to the door. ] Then go. [ Because now he's for realsies done with you and your attitude. ]

[she's sorely tempted to flick a rude gesture at him, but she resists, merely giving a frustrated noise as she whips back around, storming out as loudly as she can, slamming the door behind her.]

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