highschool roleplays

anonymous asked:

Tamaki, what would you like for your birthday? I'd like to get you somwthing nice but affordable

Tamaki: Oh, thank you so kindly for thinking of me, my dear anon! I do not ask for much, as I practically have it all… Perhaps I’d like to spend more time with you, my most precious anon. It’s more fun to celebrate a special day with those you love, right?

Kyoya: Sounds tacky…

Mun: That reminds me, Haruhi gave you an early birthday card…

Originally posted by 16th-of-a-twigg

((Highschool AU: Jock!Dean, Geek!Cas. Possible TW: graphic language, slurs)) OPEN

Homecoming, senior year, just past midnight and Dean was walking out of the principal’s office with a black eye and a swollen jaw. It wasn’t how he’d planned on spending his last homecoming. Instead he should have been partying on the dance floor, or drinking beers at some after party. Behind him, his so called friends walked out, sneering at him, spitting at his feet. One even called him a Fag Lover as if that was really supposed to be an insult. But it still hurt, because it was meant to be an insult. He had officially been downgraded from popular football player, to number one target.

Earlier that night Dean had been on the sidelines of the dance, grabbing a drink, and had caught himself staring at the kid who was sitting alone on the bleachers. His name was Castiel. A long time ago he’d been Dean’s friend. Then something changed, Dean started liking him as more than a friend. This was in middle school, a time when Dean was less confident about himself and more worried with pleasing his father and brother. So Dean had distanced himself from Cas and they’d fallen in with different groups. Or Dean had anyways.

Dean still had feelings for Cas. They wouldn’t go away, and the more he grew the more attractive he became and now his lanky figure was huddled on the bench of the bleachers and Dean couldn’t pull his gaze off of him. Until that is one of his friends ripped Dean from his own little world and clapped a hand on his shoulder, daring him to ask Cas to dance.

At this point Dean found it hard to say no, not thinking of repercussions, just the guy in the suit and blue tie with eyes to match, and he walked up to him, smiling as he asked Cas, hoping he said yes.

Except when Cas did say yes, looking more shocked than anything, Dean felt reality crash around him. He heard the slightest bit of laughter and he realized he’d walked himself into something he’d never meant to be a part of. His friend had dared him to ask Cas. This was all a joke to them and Cas was the butt of it all.

By this time Dean had pulled Cas onto the dance floor he knew there was no way he could get himself out of this. Which only made him feel like complete shit as he looked down and watched Cas’s blue eyes on him, wide, happier than he’d seen him in a long time as if Dean had managed to make his whole night.

Even worse was when he heard the laughter, not subtle like before, but obnoxious, pointed directly at Cas. This time when he looked down as the song started to taper off he saw Cas’s face fall, realization dawning on him and he looked between Dean’s friends over his shoulder, back to Dean before pulling away.

Dean didn’t even have a chance to explain himself. Cas left him there, looking so betrayed that it physically hurt Dean to think about. Not long after Castiel’s brother, Gabriel, had come up and socked him in the face a good time or two which landed Cas, Gabriel, Dean, and Dean’s friends, all in the principals office.

The principal had given Gabriel an ultimatum, for punching Dean. Apologize, or face suspension. Gabriel had chosen to face suspension despite Cas’s argument against it. Then Dean and the guys were offered the same ultimatum except to Cas. Dean was the only one who apologized, and at the time it had been a simple, “I’m sorry.” He could have elaborated but he didn’t know what he wanted to say in front of everyone else. A lot of it was personal.

Now, friendless, and thus without a ride, Dean was walking out into the cold fall night, forced to walk home. One hand was stuffed deep into his jacket pocket, the other was running and tugging at his hair as he tried to cope with the fact that Cas probably hated him now. He’d most likely never get the chance to apologize for what had happened, or explain. And if he did get to explain Cas would probably never believe him given the circumstances. He’d just screwed up something that he’d been thinking about for years, and he didn’t know how to fix it.

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Morishige walked down to class 2-9, pushing his glasses up his nose and looking around.

His class had started to prepare for the school’s culture festival, some of the costumes his one friend - Mayu - had made in his hands as he hurried down to the classroom.

He saw a young woman that looked lost, going up to her and smiling a bit as he said, “You must be new here… Who are you?”

Green eyes narrowed and Eren hissed as he carefully poked at the bruise forming on his eye. It didn’t look too bad yet, it was mostly red and swollen but that was probably because it had only been an hour since he’d been backhanded too fast to put up any form of defence. Sighing the brunette straightened and turned away from the car’s side-view mirror he had been using to get a proper look at his face before he turned around.

In his haste to leave home he had forgotten to bring a jacket and even for someone as hot-blooded as him the cold was biting. The brunette hunched over and buried both hands into the pockets of his jeans, fingers curling around the set of keys in one of them. As if he’d go back anytime soon. A sneer broke out on the boy’s face and he shook his head at himself as he started walking.

It was late; way too late to be outside but after what had happened he needed to get some caffeine into his system and thus decided to head to the small diner across town. He’d been mostly aimlessly roaming the streets and realized it wasn’t that far off.

Eren could only hope that he wouldn’t stumble upon anyone he knew; he really didn’t feel like explaining why he was sporting a bruise and craving a coffee at 10pm.

Highschool AU with asktheirelandtwins

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Cheyenne waited until the other students were gone, a tad embarrassed about having to speak to her teacher after class as she smoothed out her short skirt. Why was her teacher holding her back after class? Was it her outfit? She just didn’t want to overheat…

She sighed softly, tucking a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear as she heard the door close. She held her books close to her chest as she went up to the teacher’s desk, her heeled boots making small clicks against the linoleum floor.

Since it was rather hot out – even for late September – she was wearing a black, low-cut, v-neck t-shirt that showed off a bit of cleavage, a short, asymmetrical skirt in mint green, and heeled boots. She kept her work clothes and a leather jacket in her bag, which her teacher for this hour let her keep in the room for the day.

“D-Did you need my help with anything, sir?” Cheyenne asked, her voice rather soft as she looked up at him.

Continued Highschool AU damn tumblr is a dick

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She nodded, plugging her ears and humming as he said.

Morishige quietly went downstairs, stopping and watching.

He saw a woman with jet black hair that was wearing a pink and teal uniform, lying on the floor and staring at something in horror.

“N-No… Please! Let me go!” She begged, pressing herself against the wall.

Invader Weeb

Well. Here’s my story.

Back in highschool, I roleplayed heavily on Gaiaonline. I liked the more ‘literate’ forums, but I didn’t want to feel forced to write 5+ paragraphs each and every time. (A standard often demanded from pretentious over achievers. I don’t care you have nothing to actually respond to, you must tell me in extreme depth what your character thinks about that vague gesture that other character is making!)

So i kinda struck gold on a Invader Zim RP. It was casual, but everyone wrote a healthy amount and there was just enough effort. Pretty much as far away from anime you can get, not that it stopped anyone from using anime face cannons for OC’s. (ABUNDANT ART THEFT BUT THAT’S ANOTHER RANT) Lunches of lonely OC’s were often sushi and they came from misunderstood households where everyone hated the special character. Basically wish fulfillment, but mostly harmless right?

I played I Zim. And I secretly relished in rejecting would be love interests. You can just tell when a OC was specially made to be a romantic partner and it was a guilty pleasure having Zim blow his ‘nose’ in confession letters, horribly misunderstand obvious situations, and straight up be a selfish a-hole like he was in the show. (I should add, people would often try to force their ships on me, with never consulting me first. I don’t know, I guess I was just expected to ship because I played a cannon character?)

Once a character cried to Zim that she was a special alien from a dying planet and had a bomb in her stomach and MUST be saved. Zim would just laugh or run away from situations like that and people learned fast that unless he could benefit in some way, he wasn’t going to be a 'hero’ of any sort.

Then. Came Tabasa. That was her username. Also, it was the name of her OC. Also she was a recolor of Dib, but with boobs, red shirt, and slightly longer hair.

Sea olso tiepd lick ths oll teh tiem!!! :DDD <3

That’s not an exaggeration. I swear to you, on my grandmother’s grave, that it was even worse than that. Because it was that, plus size 14 bold font. With bright red highlighting the dialog. Which was almost useful, since she never used quotation marks or any form of punctuation ever.

I was in highschool at the time, and as you might guess she tried to hit on Zim and got rejected. I really hoped she’d just leave the RP completely after that but no. Everyone else at the time was in middle school or just entering high school, and the youngest member was the girl playing Dib. She was bullied into breaking her own ship to serve Tabasa fantasy.

Tabasa, as we found later, was 25 at the time.

The characters were slightly aged a year older, but that was old enough for her to demand more mature themes.

I should add… she sad all the characters names with a 'san’ or 'chan’ stuck to the end. And her characters family came from Japan. And she’d often sprinkle the word 'baka’ and 'kawaii’ all the time.

As a small weebling myself, I could let it slide, kinda. Until she friggin magic’d herself a pair of 'neko cat ears’ and used every damn anime cat girl cliche in the book to seduce all the boys. (Of which there was none. At some point it was almost a “YOU TAKE HER, NO YOU” I ended up making up a Marty Stu character to basically act as a lightening rod for her characters affections and it still disgusts me how far she took that inch I gave her)

She was a extremely abusive person, and often used her mental disabilities and threatened suicide to get what she wanted. And it worked for MONTHS. When we did get sick of it and banned her, she made a mule account and tried to get back in.

Again, her writing style was very distinctive, and it didn’t help that she claimed to have read over 2,000 pages in a single night and was 100% caught up with the plot.

Tabasa ended up calling me a bully for not letting her have her way in the end, and stole my RP post layout codes for her own 'spin offs’ where everyone loved her oc.

Who would in the future, turn into dragons, wolves, fairies, mermaids, was a secret princess Irken, magic girl, and had 5 different anime girl face cannons.

I… wish I was exaggerating.

Below is just a small list of crappy things she pulled in her reign of terror.

  • She confessed to Zim. Zim rejects. She slits her wrists on the sidewalk and demands to know why she wasn’t loved.
  • She forced a Zim clone (Female version of course, a Tak recolor too) into the RP without consulting anyone. Especially me. Even though my character supposedly 'created’ this clone.
  • Clone is quickly killed when no one ends up loving it to death. Okay.
  • The god damn neko ears, what the hell man.
  • There was goddamn tail too.
  • French kissing was expecting and expected in detail. This is what made me had my Marty Stu break up with her because I was personally disgusted and was never consulted.
  • Since I was the only 'willing’ partner she had, she told me if I didn’t keep the ship up she was going to 100% kill herself and it would be her blood on my hands.
  • When 'Tabasa’ was dumped, she was dumped on a cruise ship near Hawaii. But just for her suicide scene, the room was suddenly a dojo full of samurai swords and she committed seppuku. In extreme detail.
  • She was 25. I was 16 at the time. Everyone else was younger. I know now she was a pedofile. I can only hope she never forced anyone else to actually smut with her.
ll Closed Highschool AU with most-beautiful-red-rose ll

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Cheyenne hurried down the hall, tucking some hair behind an ear and looking at her notes for Chemistry as she mumbled answers under her breath and bumped into someone, making her squeak and fall.

“A-Ah! So sorry about that!” She exclaimed, trying to gather her things and muttering to herself that she should’ve studied instead of eating more for dinner and sighing.