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wxrldinmyeyes · 1 year

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Permanent Starter Call | Katherine Wetherly

Like for a starter from Miss Wetherly.

#Character: Miss Wetherly #Katherine Wetherly #TVD RP #50 Shades RP #Fifty Shades RP #Vampire RP #Supernatural RP #Buffy RP #Horror RP #Vampire Diaries RP #Permanent Starter Call: Katherine Wetherly

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rp-partnerfinder · 2 months

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PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU LIKE OR COMMENT!!!

21F looking for someone 18+ to rp with. OC x Canon doubles ONLY .. I only write on discord, 3rd person, and about 1-3 paragraphs please! i’m chill on replies but I would like a little effort, otherwise I will match your writing.

please give me more than;

“Hi my name is …., nice to meet you”

i’m super big on communication, so please tell me if you need a break, if you want to stop, if you don’t like anything, if you aren’t going to reply for a while!

I’ve noticed over the years of rping that my oc x (whoever is writing for me) doesn’t put in as much effort I do for their oc, So please please try and be more descriptive otherwise I will loose interest. I would like it to be even and fair for the both of us :(

•I’m Australia so my timezone is AEST.

•i’ve been writing on and off for 7 years but I stopped in 2022.

•I have no triggers but I am always open to hearing others and discussing things,

•2-5 paragraphs preferred, nothing too lengthy, past tense, I will be asking for a writing example!

If you want the rp to finish, please let me know, just don’t stop replying! i definitely wouldn’t do that to you ☺️

Fandoms I write for;

Criminal Minds

The Vamprie Diaries (Would prefer tvd or TO)

The Originals

Teen Wolf

Euphoria

John Wick X my oc (another preferred& opened to discussion)

Fifty shades of grey

Marvel movies! let’s discuss 🫣

If you are still interested but I don’t have ur fandom please don’t hesitate to ask! I am open to hearing anything 💖

please like this and i’ll reach out to you!

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prpfs · 2 months

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PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU LIKE OR COMMENT!!!

please give me more than;

“Hi my name is …., nice to meet you”

i’m super big on communication, so please tell me if you need a break, if you want to stop, if you don’t like anything, if you aren’t going to reply for a while!

•I’m Australia so my timezone is AEST.

•i’ve been writing on and off for 7 years but I stopped in 2022.

•I have no triggers but I am always open to hearing others and discussing things,

•2-5 paragraphs preferred, nothing too lengthy, past tense, I will be asking for a writing example!

If you want the rp to finish, please let me know, just don’t stop replying! i definitely wouldn’t do that to you ☺️

Fandoms I write for;

Criminal Minds

The Vamprie Diaries (Would prefer tvd or TO)

The Originals

Teen Wolf

Euphoria

John Wick X my oc (another preferred& opened to discussion)

Fifty shades of grey

Marvel movies! let’s discuss 🫣

If you are still interested but I don’t have ur fandom please don’t hesitate to ask! I am open to hearing anything 💖

please like this and i’ll reach out to you!

like if you're interested and op will reach out

#criminal minds rp #teen wolf rp #the originals rp #euphoria rp #john wick rp #fifty shades of grey rp #marvel rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #dead dove

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findyourrp · 2 months

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PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU LIKE OR COMMENT!!!

please give me more than;

“Hi my name is …., nice to meet you”

i’m super big on communication, so please tell me if you need a break, if you want to stop, if you don’t like anything, if you aren’t going to reply for a while!

•I’m Australia so my timezone is AEST.

•i’ve been writing on and off for 7 years but I stopped in 2022.

•I have no triggers but I am always open to hearing others and discussing things,

•2-5 paragraphs preferred, nothing too lengthy, past tense, I will be asking for a writing example!

If you want the rp to finish, please let me know, just don’t stop replying! i definitely wouldn’t do that to you ☺️

Fandoms I write for;

Criminal Minds

The Vamprie Diaries (Would prefer tvd or TO)

The Originals

Teen Wolf

Euphoria

John Wick X my oc (another preferred& opened to discussion)

Fifty shades of grey

Marvel movies! let’s discuss 🫣

If you are still interested but I don’t have ur fandom please don’t hesitate to ask! I am open to hearing anything 💖

please like this and i’ll reach out to you!

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #tvd rp #marvel rp #teen wolf rp #criminal minds rp #the originals rp #euphoria rp #john wick rp #fifty shades of grey rp

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gonfreeccss405 · 2 years

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!!LOOKING FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEEN FIFTY SHADES OF GREY!!

((Based around all three movies))

2 years after the conflict with jack hyde ended, Anastasia and Christian began starting a family. When the past opens up again Anastasia finds herself having trouble trusting Christian when more secrets come to light and old as well as new threats surface causing Anastasia and Christians marriage to hit a new low.

Rules:

-looking for someone to play Christian as I wanna play Anastasia

-More of Christians ex’s will start showing up with one having a close connection to Anastasia

-4+ lines and no using ** for actions

-HMU if interested

#roleplay #rp finder #fifty shades of grey #fsog #anastasia steele #christian grey

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twotiime2 · 8 months

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Reality Adjustment, Pt. 2

[[ Discord RP log to follow. The content has been edited for ease of reading on Tumblr.

tws for: existentialism, authoritarian deprogramming, heavy themes of unreality and being unable to trust your own senses, a nightmare sequence involving body horror with sexual themes and blatant propaganda/thought control, intent toward child harm (like hardcore), mentions of pregnancy, guns.

if you come across it and i haven't warned you, please let me know so that i can add it to the list. ]]

Simon awoke with a yawn, causing his ears to pop. His seat, a very well cushioned, tufted leather chair whose wooden legs were secured to a carpeted floor with bolts, trembled and shook lightly. All around him was the quiet rumble of a loud but distant engine. Other seats, like his own, sat in pairs up and down the length of the mahogany wood cabin with its round window ports through which sunlight poured in. Between each seat in each pairing was a finely made antique oval side table with a small shaded lamp and two velvet-lined indentations to hold cups. There was even a bronze handled drawer in the front of each table, accessible from either chair. These pairs of fine antique seating were separated by a wide walkway, whose carpeting was only slightly darker in color than the rest. The entire floor had a fine checkered pattern of burgundy and dark grey.

There was no one else in the room, though, with him. Only the oddly out of place finery, and sunlight through the little circular windows on either side of the forty foot wide room, some hundred and fifty feet in length. Overhead, the wooden ceiling arched slightly, with a single rail of cherrywood running the length of the room directly overhead of the darker carpet path that ran between the seats and their tables. From this, every twenty feet, hung very small chandeliers of elegant design and their crystals being of many hues, swaying gently as they dangled from black chains and casting everything in soft rainbows that were largely lost in the daylight but when the sun caught one of them - a shard of vibrant color danced briefly across some part of the room. The trembling of the place kept the tinkling sounds of the crystals in a constant white noise that was a beautiful as it was calming.

- - - -

Simon's first thought upon waking here was, Train? That would explain the slight rumble, the nice seating, but he had never been on a train this fancy or that dared to have some goddamn chandeliers in it while it rumbled and chugged along. He checked himself over, already having moved from confusion to slight irritation; why had he gone from nearly murdering a kitten to waking up somewhere completely different, without any idea how he had passed out or where he had been deposited? This wasn't another different Consensus, already, was it?

He grumbled to himself about "Goddamn bullshit reality-hopping, why can't I just stay somewhere," while he got up to complete his personal once-over.

- - - -

He was dressed in crushed velvet, leather, and satin finery, all of it in Victorian gentleman's fashions of the highest caliber - complete with a top hat and a dainty chain which held his folded spectacles with their rounded lenses, one tinted red and the other blue. His entire outfit was a mismatched series of black and white patterns which managed somehow to never have the same color touching itself anywhere across the entire affair.

The most adorable feminine voice came from a little ways behind him as he stood to check himself over.

"You shouldn't use such bad language. Maybe you're not staying anywhere because you can't decide who you want to be."

- - - -

He whipped around, caught at an awkward angle and ready to throw the top hat to the chair, to see the girl who spoke- oh. She matched her voice, and him, nicely. Her admonishment of his language brought out a reflexive, "Uh- sorry, I didn't think anybody else was here…"

Her words made him frown, though. "What to do you mean by that? I know who I am; it's everyone else who wants me to be- to act how they want."

- - - -

She came and sat in one of the chairs nearby, maid's dress kept primly in place, despite how short it was, by her laying her hands gently in her lap. She regarded him with sympathy through eyes mismatched. "Then… who are you? My name is Castor. Miss Simone Castor. I'm one of the cleaning staff here aboard the Gemini."

- - - -

He sat back down in his chair and took off his hat, setting it in his lap so that his hands could fiddle with the brim and texture of its fabric. "…Simon Castor. Whether that's who this reality expects or not."

Being faced with a maid-girl version of himself that he thought was cute was… uncomfortable, at best. Simon tried not to look at her too much. "What's the Gemini? I was just at home- some alt-me's home, that he probably got on his Union salary- and kinda conflicted about how to deal with a fairy that looked like a kitten. In my- in our?- colors."

All his displeasure at waking up somewhere new and strange had evaporated as soon as he realized this one was a far more personal-to-him space, possibly not even real in the sense of consensual reality's… reality. This wasn't some random new place; this was somewhere that had a strong connection to him.

- - - -

Her eyes practically shone with stars as she fangirled her answer to his question. "The Gemini is the most beautiful and wondrous of all the airships, anywhere in the Imagi Nations. It's become my home, and even though I'm just a maid, I've never been happier. I meet interesting people from all over the Nations, and I get to listen to their stories and their dreams, and be there for them when they have problems, and it's… it's just the best!"

She tilted her head quizzically at the rest of what he said. "Alt you's home? I suppose I'm happy for Alt You being part of a Union, sometimes the workforce can be hard to live in. But I'm sorry they took your home? I've never seen a fairy. Or a cat. I have a stuffed bunny, but… I haven't seen a real one of those either."

Her eyes took him in more carefully.

"You seem very sad. And frustrated. But… and I know it's none of my business, but… if you know who you are… why does it matter where you wake up? Won't you still be you?"

- - - -

That… was not a reality he was even remotely familiar with. He sort of wished he could share the visual of the kitten with her, just so that she would have that experience and knowledge, but he knew he had no way of doing so, which was also just slightly frustrating.

"…I'd explain the nuances of what I said, but, I don't wanna bum you out with the details of my usual reality…" He didn't want to dull this girl-him's sparkle, what she had of it and how she comported herself. He was kind of sad that he hadn't cultivated that sort of naïve kindness, actually, which fit into her observation of him pretty accurately.

"…Every reality I end up in, if I want a chance to be me, I've gotta fit the mold… the Union- the Technocratic Union- I was recruited by them 'cause I'm- I was- talented with computers, and had connections to a group of people they couldn't track down. And anybody who's in the Union has some serious rules to follow, or else they get brainwashed into compliance, or they just get killed for being a threat to the stability of reality, the way most people know it. If I don't fit their rules, it gets way worse for me, if I'm a member of the Union in the particular reality I wake up in. Which I have been, the last couple times."

And he just explained why everything sucked for him anyway. Of course. He couldn't help himself. "…Sorry if that, uh, upsets you, Simone."

The Imagi Nations. Was he in his own head, or was this another reality entirely? Simon was finding he couldn't trust himself to know, anymore. Maybe he was just going for-real nuts.

- - - -

She listened, obviously not understanding everything he said, but Doing Her Best™️.

"So… is following all of these rules a big part of… being you? Is that why you do it? You said you know who you are… and that the only way to get to be you is to join others and follow their rules."

She looked down at her hands in her lap. "I can understand that. I always wanted to fly in an airship, but… I was never good with the machinery and the smoke and the grease and the coal and stuff. I'm good with maps, though, and I understand how all of it works! I've read many, many books on aviation and ballooning and mechanical theory… but…"

She gave a little shrug. "I'm just not a mechanic, is all. So, I found other ways to be helpful aboard ships, and now…"

She looked around, beaming with excitement. "Now I get to sail the skies in the Gemini."

- - - -

He frowned down at the hat in his lap. "…No, I… I don't like following those rules, a lot. Having structure in my life is nice, and all, but mostly I just kind of like all the cool technology the Union has. I don't want to fight monsters in the field, I'd much rather be part of the division that makes all the field operatives' cool toys." He swallowed. "Not that being in the field and fighting monsters and protecting reality doesn't feel good, you know? It's important, I know it is, I nearly got killed by a monster, myself, before all this weirdness started happening- I don't want anybody else to have to go through that. And I feel like being with the Union and following their rules and stuff is a better way to do that than trying to work with people who don't have all the Union's resources, much less by myself."

Finally, Simon looked at the sweet, kind, bright-eyed Simone, with a sort of pleading to his expression. "I guess… I guess we've both settled, rather than doing what we really want. I'm sure you could figure out a better way to operate an airship like this; it doesn't have to use the stuff you're not good with, not necessarily. Where I'm from, we also had steam-powered engines- and eventually we figured out how to produce energy in even cleaner ways, and package it up so that it could power things without having to be generated constantly. If we're anything alike in more than looks, Simone, I'm sure you could figure something like that out. You could absolutely be the pilot, not just a maid." He looked down at his hat again. "…If you wanted to. I know that can seem like- like a lot of work and responsibility, and this might be preferable to maybe messing something up and crashing the ship of your dreams."

Simon went quiet, considering his own sentiments. Much like this girl, he was good at solving other people's problems, but had a hard time translating his advice into his own actions.

"…I know I'm scared of failing, on my own. The structure of the Union is… safe, I guess, 'cause they know what they're doing and if I mess up, it's not a huge deal- someone can pick up my slack. If I were trying to do all this myself, if I wanted to do it alone, it'd be so much harder to figure out the hows and the conditions and everything. 'Cause I'm not a monster-hunter by nature, I'm just a geek with a brain that works well with computer logic. And I don't know what to do with that on my own, when I know all this other stuff is way more important. I need some kind of direction or else I get paralyzed by indecision, I guess."

He sighed, heavily.

"…I dunno. Sorry. That was a lot."

- - - -

"It doesn't sound like you need direction," she offered, kindly. "It sounds like you have a direction… you just need the… resources?… of those other people. Or, maybe some of your own!"

She smiled. "Maybe if you had your own workshop to build in, and parts and stuff to make things with, I bet you could do just as good as those other people! Better even, without their rules telling you what not to do!"

She beamed at him. "You could build your dreamship, sir! I'm sure of it!"

- - - -

Simon considered this quietly for a moment, staring down at that hat he woke up in. When he had seen the R&D Division of the Agency and what they were working on, he had been inspired- he wanted to help innovate on their ideas so very badly, to take their work and notch it up and make it function exactly how they wanted. That was what he always did when he had the chance- he took something that existed, and he wanted to make it better. With those skills, he had always broken things down by tearing into their base code and exploiting flaws, making viruses other people needed or wanted, between projects where he tested the limits of what a virus could do to the code it was built on. He was always trying to find or make better parts for his computer, so that it could do more than top-of-the-line, expensive hardware big companies peddled to consumers (apparently at the whim of the Union, based on what they thought the consensus could "handle" being added to their reality without it breaking down entirely)…

"…Maybe. I'd have to work within the rules until I had built up my resources… but the big thing is, I know what the Union can do- I don't wanna be on their shitlist. People who do things too fast and break their rules, who break away from them, they get hunted down because they're dangerous to how the world wants to work. Or… how they make sure it works? Rogue elements are likely to break the illusion of reality for people who don't know monsters exist, and then the monsters… they could do whatever they wanted. It'd be chaos. I don't want to be considered someone who would do that."

- - - -

She offered a sad, understanding nod. "I know how it feels to have to stay in your place, when nobody wants you to be yourself. You said I could be a captain? But… girls aren't allowed to be pilots. Or mechanics. I suppose… I could cut my hair very short, and… um…"

She blushed, looking away. "… I could bind… my chest…"

She swallowed uncomfortably. "Maybe if I did all of that and wore men's clothes, nobody would know it was really me! I know they say that women aren't all untrustworthy, but I… I guess enough of them are, that… society just doesn't want us doing important things on our own. I mean, what if we messed it up? Or what if we changed something important? I don't like it… but… the Nations' leaders have been in charge of how things are, since forever. They must know what they're doing, right? What's best for everyone?"

She looked thoughtful. "But… I suppose if I cut my hair very very short and hid my chest, to fit in… tried to talk with a deep voice maybe? If I put enough dirt and grease on my face and hide my hands in work gloves, maybe nobody will notice that I don't fit in, and I can do what I really want to do. Do you think?"

- - - -

Simon frowned at her.

"…I think you could do your utmost and change how people see women, here. Be unabashedly a girl and do what you wanna do, how you're gonna do it, and don't let anybody tell you they know better. If you change something important, maybe it wasn't that important- or maybe it was outdated and needed to be changed- but regardless, generally speaking, if people who have had power for their whole lives are in charge of how everyone else lives, they're not going to make the best decisions for everyone 'cause they don't have everyone's perspective. They only know what they know. "

His eyes went far away, imagining the men in Congress he had seen on TV while with his dads and how they argued, twisted the rules to their own ends, and kept anyone who didn't agree with them, down.

Simon supposed that might apply to the Union, too, even if something in his head railed against that idea and made his stomach do flips.

"What do men know about being a woman, anyway? Like, really know, not just what male doctors have studied about the objective, physical facts of women, and what they think they know about how girls's brains work. Being men, they don't know shit. So you should try and challenge those old, wrong beliefs, if you feel up to it- 'cause you deserve better, and so does every other girl, and nobody is gonna realize that, if things stay the same way they've always been."

Do "normal" people in the Consensus deserve better than a safe, stable reality?

Is that really what they're living in, if the monsters are just hiding, but still doing horrible things within the confines of the rules of reality anyway? Twisting the system so that they can get away with their crimes? Are people entitled to knowing how the world works?

It would… it would drive some people insane. It would prove some insane people to actually be entirely sane. It would have consequences he couldn't possibly account for.

Was the Union doing the right thing? Or holding the world back?

The lessons about the world the Union had imparted on him from hours of conditioning railed against the idea that the Consensus could handle their own safety, if they just knew what they were up against- but everything he knew from what little time he had as a Hunter, what Madison had proven to him, and all of his allies, was that humanity could find a way to fight anything. They had a will, and the tools to do something with it, even if some of them died in the process… some people weren't ready, but that was true of any war, wasn't it? Any change? It would be resisted until it couldn't be, and then they had to make of it what they could.

There may have been a war for how reality should be, that he had never paused long enough to think about, being fought for as long as monsters had existed.

And did the Union really have the right to decide their version of reality was the most correct one? Were they really the shepherds that humanity didn't know they needed? Or were they keeping their domesticated, normal human stock, in the dark on purpose, so that they could control the rest of reality for themselves and never really be challenged about that?

What side was he on?

Simon's mind was conflicted, and he was starting to get a stellar headache. He pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers and breathed, trying to halt his thoughts for a moment.

- - - -

Simone listened, seemingly struck and a little uncomfortable with the notions that he was imparting to her. After his long silence, she said, very softly - as if almost whispering to no one - "I'm only one girl. I can't change anything."

- - - -

Her soft uncertainties brought Simon back to the moment, despite his nagging headache, and with it his conviction brought from years of stories of one man, one hero, changing things because they had been empowered to do so. Because they had a responsibility to do what they could, with the power they had.

His fist very gently knocked against his forehead a few times, then came to rest on it.

"Yeah, that's true," He started, just as softly, "But- you- even if you're the first, you won't be the only one. You won't be the last. If you can achieve something you want this desperately, despite everything against you- you'll be an inspiration to everyone who comes after you, you know?" Simon put his hand down, eyes still closed against the pain in his head, but grew calmer in feeling as he spoke. "That's how heroes happen. One person decides something needs to change, so they do their best to make that happen- and yeah, it's hard, and yeah, it hurts, often- but making the path for others to follow is hard, and there are gonna be things you'll have to fight so that they don't have to. You don't think you're the person to do it; nobody who changes things thinks they're the one person who can make it happen. But nobody else is gonna step up unless someone does first. And if you want it bad enough… well, then that someone's gonna be you, isn't it?"

Simon opened his mismatched eyes to look in their feminine mirror, sympathetic but understanding of his own conviction in this principle.

- - - -

"I… I just want to be a pilot. I don't know if the world has to change for that… it'd be nice if the world were better, but… I don't want my life to be pain and hurt, to make my dream easier for someone else to get to be happy. Do I really have to do all that? Can't I just… fly? Or… or, I guess, stay a maid? It's not what I want, but at least I'm in the sky, and on a beautiful airship. I don't like cleaning, or always having to wear a maid's uniform, or do everything the custodians ask of me, or any of that stuff… but… I'm in the ship, aren't I? Does it matter if I can't fly?"

She shut her eyes and held herself. "It feels like it matters… but I'm not a revolutionary. I'm just an airship enthusiast with some self taught skill at maps and navigation and how the bridge works. My dream isn't to change the world… it's to fly."

She looked at him, lost in a whirlwind of unfamiliar thoughts.

"What do I do, to make my dream come true, even though I'm a girl?"

- - - -

Simon considered her discomfort for a long moment. It reflected in him; if anyone else were trying to tell him all of this, he would have been uncomfortable and lost on where to start, too. But he felt like he had a solid enough grip on the rules that he could work with, in, or around them, for his goals. They weren't much- he just wanted to make cool things that could help people, and keep people safe- but they were perfectly achievable if he planned right.

"I don't know how things work here. How does someone usually become a pilot? Forget about the prerequisite of being a boy, I mean, what are the steps for it?"

- - - -

She sniffled and looked up at him, confused. "A boy? No, no, boys can't be pilots, either."

She then stood, trying to wipe away the tears that had begun to form in her eyes and straightening her uniform as best as she could and stood up straight, before offering a curtsy. "Captain."

A fluffy, fat, persian cat that was black on one side and white on the other, wearing a monocle and a tiny top hat, then strode leisurely down the aisle to where they'd been talking and offered a single "Mew."

Simone nodded urgently, "Right away, sir!", and hurried away to an old-style tap-phone with a cone for speaking and another for listening, hung from the box by a cable. She picked up the listening cone and tapped the bar three times, before saying into the cone mounted to the box, "Captain Whiskers requests minced tuna to be served for dinner, with a milk saucer and yumyum paste."

- - - -

Simon had to do a double-take. This just went from reasonable to completely ridiculous.

- - - -

Captain Whiskers bid his passenger farewell with a nod and then turned, tail held high and anus proudly displayed as he sauntered back toward the bridge.

- - - -

Simon muttered quietly to himself, "What the fuck."

Once Simone was off of the phone/loudspeaker system, he addressed her again, jabbing his thumb back toward the cat-captain. "OK, nowhere did you imply this society was run by cats."

- - - -

Simone hurried over to him and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you for your help." She licked his nose.

"Thank you." She licked his lips.

"Thank you." She licked his jaw.

"Thank you." She licked his nose again.

He awoke to the frantic licks of the tiny white and black kitten with the mismatched eyes, as it stood with its rear paws on his upper chest and front paws on his cheeks.

- - - -

Simon startled and nearly threw the kitten off of him- but after just a handful of milliseconds, did not, in fact, chuck the little fuzzbutt across the room, instead reaching up to pull him off of his face after scrunching his nose up at the cat-breath and licking. "Augh, okay, okay, little guy, I'm awake," he muttered, settling the kitten onto his chest instead. "Did I pass out…?"

He cast his eyes about his immediate vicinity, trying to get his bearings again.

- - - -

Instead of answering, the kitten circled the spot he'd laid it on, on his chest, before pricking at Simon's undershirt with its tiny claws to make sure this was acceptable place to lay by happy-paws'ing the shit out of it before settling into a kittyball.

The room was dark and Simon was again in his underwear and an undershirt. It was much the same as he remembered it from waking up here last time… except with a kitten on him, and this time there was no sunlight coming through the curtains.

- - - -

Simon did his best to reach for his glasses, remembering they should have been on the nightstand next to the crystal-clock, while also calling out for his maid.

"…Otome? Hello?"

The kitten's purrs of contentment were genuinely pretty comforting, despite his earlier moral crisis over its life. He pet it with his other hand.

- - - -

His glasses were right where they should have been. Otome, however, did not respond.

- - - -

That brought a frown to his face. He gently held the kitten to his chest as he sat up, then stood from the bed, moving to the doorway that lead into the living room so that he could turn on the lights for the bedroom. What had happened? Why had he passed out? Given the time (02:22, nice), it was likely Otome was asleep… he should let her know he was awake, and figure out what happened. Or maybe go back to sleep and wait til she woke up on her own… he didn't know her schedule, after all.

After the lights were on, he turned the VDAS in his glasses on, fixing his gaze on the little kitty again. Was it still acting up?

[[ OOC REPETITION WARNING ]]

- - - -

His glasses seemed to be just… glasses.

When he flicked the lights on, every action figure and stature was featureless, faceless, white, and without discernible emblems or clothing. Like pose dolls, each one was a unisex nothing. His framed art and metal posters were all white as well, with grey writing on them.

The computer was on, its screen black and scrolling the same message over and over again, line after line, in barely visible off-black text.

DO NOT QUESTION

EVERYTHING IS FINE

YOU ARE SPECIAL

DIET AND EXERCISE

WORK IS IMPORTANT

OBEY AUTHORITY

DIFFERENT IS DANGEROUS

MONEY MATTERS

LEADERS LISTEN

DISRUPTION IS CHAOS

INNOVATION IS RISK

BODY IMAGE MATTERS

SCIENCE IS THE LAW

SLEEP BUT DO NOT DREAM

EVERYONE IS WATCHING YOU

LIFE IS TOO SHORT

EVERYONE HAS THEIR PLACE

BE WHAT IS EXPECTED OF YOU

CHANGE IS DIFFICULT

PUBLIC PERCEPTION MATTERS

TECHNOLOGY IS NECESSARY AND COMPUTERS ARE THE CORNERSTONE OF ALL GOOD THINGS IN THE FUTURE

Even the screen of his phone was doing it, though the message was different.

STAY INFORMED KEEP READING ALWAYS CHECK SOURCES

There… was nothing in his room that was how he remembered it. Even his mismatched socks, laying next to the bed beside his shoes, were only 'mismatched' by a fraction of a color… not even enough to call it a different hue.

[[ REPETITION ENDS ]]

- - - -

Oh, Jesus Christ. Simon held the kitten close, squeezed his eyes shut, and made his way out of the room, trying to get some respite from the sudden onslaught of subliminals coming from all of the media in that room. He looked down at the kitten again. Was it real, at least? Could he bury his face in soft fur and feel it purring and have some kind of anchor to sanity?

They both walked the dark hall into the room where he had met Loane, Simon fully expecting more of… that, from his room, in this room's various displays of media, and dreading it. None of this had been so blatant before.

- - - -

The kitten remained as it had always(?) been… fuzzy, soft, tiny, black and white, with one blue eye and one red eye. Upon closer inspection, however, he'd been wrong about its sex.

The hallway and rooms beyond were too dark to see, but he did hear Otome's voice, sleepily, coming from somewhere ahead and to the right.

"Sir? You're awake?"

- - - -

Simon held the kitten close as he approached Otome, keeping her softness against his hands and her warmth against his chest. "Yeah, I am. What happened? Did I pass out again?"

- - - -

"Again? You've-- I mean, Sir's been asleep for days. Ever since the accident at Sir's office. How is Sir feeling? When did we get a cat?"

- - - -

Oh, shit, Otome could see the cat! Reality had turned slightly to the left, it seemed. "Oh. I… thought I remembered waking up the day after, when Loane came to check on me. Sorry it's so late, I just, uh, I thought you'd wanna know I was up."

He waited in the intersection of the living room and the hall leading to Otome's room, for her to come out and be seen. "I dunno about the cat- but she's kinda perfect, right?"

- - - -

"I don't know… I mean… isn't she a little… different?"

- - - -

Simon scritched the kitten behind the ears. "She's my favorite colors. I'll take the 'different' as a win, on this one."

- - - -

"But… different is dangerous. Why don't we get a normal cat? We can put that one up for adoption. I'm sure some defective family will want it."

- - - -

Simon's lip curled, and he stepped back a couple of feet, trying to draw Otome closer. "…Different is good, Otome- you're different, I'm different, every person is unique, and that uniqueness is like, essential to the human experience. Are you okay?"

He had a feeling she was going to be some blank-faced propoganda-doll, too.

- - - -

"I'm fine, Sir. Could you help me down?"

He heard the faintest, familiar feminine voice from all around him, but from so far away.

"Wake up!"

- - - -

He tried to see past the darkness of the hall and actually see Otome. "Down?"

He never woke up by his own volition, he had no idea how to start now. Even if this was definitely not a good… whatever this was. Dream? Version of this reality? He couldn't tell anymore.

- - - -

"Please, Sir? I can't serve you like this."

[[ OOC WARNING FOR THE SEXUAL BODY HORROR SCENE ]]

"Simon, you've got to wake up!"

"They're inside your dreams!"

"Fight it! Wake up! Please!"

The lights around him came on, as every bulb in the house lit all at once. Everything was white, save for the cat in his hands - still as he remembered it. At the end of the hall, hanging by a series of thin chains, was a life-sized and seemingly alive woman-shaped sex doll with its only feature being a hole where its mouth should have been. Tiny hooks studded its nipples, outer labia, and its nostrils, keeping all of these places open and perky looking. Larger hooks impaled the collarbones and pelvis, to keep it upright. Its body was obviously extremely lifelike, but was still a blend of silicone and flesh, artificial in the light but real in the dark. From the blowjob-hole came Otome's voice.

"Does Sir want something to help him sleep?"

- - - -

Like something out of Hellraiser. Simon was not expecting that drastic of a nightmare-vision, and he clutched the cat close to him, shuddering and closing his eyes to try and shut out that visual- but it was too late; it already overwrote his idea of Otome and all of her strangeness.

He backed up into the hall again blindly. Out loud, to nobody, he frantically whispered, "I don't know how to wake up! This is really fucked up!!!"

He needed some clothes. He needed to get out of here. Simon definitely wished he were anywhere but in this house of horrors.

[[ SCENE TRANSITION TO MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY, CHILD HARM, MORE REPETITION AND THEMES OF HUMAN SUPREMACY/IMPLIED GENOCIDAL IDEAS, PLUS MENTION OF NAZIS ]]

- - - -

Simon fell backwards over a box, barely caught on his way down by a firm hand on his back and his arm. He was wearing his normal clothes - casual clothes from before, not the suits he'd gotten used to - and he was standing in Al's Army Surplus, having tripped over an ammo box that was tall and thin and metal and olive green… and probably from Vietnam or something. Connor shook her head at him disapprovingly. "Watch where you're going, or you're going to end up dead."

She turned her attention back to the portly old redneck behind the counter.

"Seven of them. We're going to need rounds fitted for nine mil and standard twelve gauge. Preferably something silver on the outside and incendiary on the inside. Not poppers, though… we don't want any collateral damage to nearby civvies."

The cat was gone and, judging by the light through the windows and the big analog clock on the wall, it was around 3 in the afternoon.

- - - -

Simon's eyes widened in shock as Connor caught him, Madison, the woman he'd only met through their mutual recruitment by the Agency all that time ago. He took her help to stand, shaky, and looked around as if he had no idea how he had gotten here (because he didn't, of course). "I… Connor? What'2 going on?"

Was QDiv trying to fix their mistake? Was he just traveling through his memories as his mind shattered into a million pieces, as he was physically kept in a looney bin or something? He couldn't recall ever being with Connor on a Hunt, much less against werewolves… He had to play along for a second, just to get his bearings. Again.

- - - -

"Well, I got holla' point oughtta do th' job fine. Ain't nothin' speshul 'bout 'em, 'cept theys' gonna make a real bad mess'a things when they hit. I c'n fill 'em up full'a fire juice, f'swhatcha wanna do."

She nodded, ever resolute. "Do it. We'll take six magazines for the nines and thirty two shells."

She slapped down a trio of hundred dollar bills, though the faces on them were … was that a nazi soldier's portrait on american money?

"How long?", she asked.

"Few hours. Prolly less'n three."

Connor nodded and gestured with her head for Simon to follow her out. Outside, was a civilian humvee covered in Hunter symbols… he knew they were Hunter symbols… but he couldn't read any of them.

"Once we get the rounds we need, we can head out. We know where they'll be and we know when. We just have to be there to make it happen," she said while climbing in on the driver's side.

- - - -

Simon frowned at her as he followed her out.

"I- No, Madii2on," he nearly tripped over her name, tongue getting in the way of his words again after years of not having to worry about that, "What the fuck are we doiing here? Wa2 that Natzii2 on your money? What??"

This was not a reality he was familiar with, either, even if it had all the trappings of his oldlife.

- - - -

"What do you care who's on the money? It all spends the same, now get in. We have a job to do."

- - - -

"Becau2e the natiion ii2n't run by fuckiing Nazii2, Madii2on!" He was being a little petulant, but he definitely also was not getting into that fucking humvee. "II don't know what fuckiing job you iintend two be doiing, either! What the fuck ii2 going on?!"

[[ DIRECT CHILD HARM AND HUMAN SUPREMACY REFERENCES ]]

- - - -

"Seven werewolves are laid up in Wintram Central's OB wing. They went in as a group, all pregnant and about to deliver. We're going to go down and keep an eye on them, check out the fathers to see if any of them are lycan. If they are, we wait until we have the rounds. But, if they're all human, we flash some badges, get them outside and pop them, real quiet. I already have a tarp down in the trunk. That way they can't pass on the gene to anyone else. When we have the munitions we need, we go in there and clear out the maternity ward. Mothers and cubs, one two, just like that. Seven mass murderers and however many they would have birthed, all in under ten minutes. Now get in the fucking jeep, Gemini, we've got work to do!"

- - - -

"What the fuck!" He backed up from Connor. "Werewolve2 about two giive biirth- you're planning two ju2t, ju2t off them?! No fuckiing way! II'm not gonna murder a bunch of mom2 and theiir brand-new kiid2 ju2t 'cau2e they deciided two exii2t!"

Simon kept backing up, away from both not-Connor and Al's storefront, along the sidewalk. "Nope. No way. You'd never murder kiid2, Madii2on, II know that. Fuck thii2."

Maybe if he wanted it hard enough he could go back to the cat-flown airship and get away from this mess.

- - - -

Madison angrily climbed out of the humvee, words burning themselves into her skin like brands, fresh and hot and sizzling and smoking as her skin reddened and dug into her flesh without her notice. She drew her sidearm as she approached and leveled it at his head as the words came close enough to be readable.

A mew from nearby drew his attention as she began yelling at him like a drill instructor, "Get in this truck and help me kill the enemies of Man or so I will put you down, as a traitor to your own people! You think you know what's best!? YOU!? I've killed thousands in this war for peace and I will kill thousands more to win it!"

DEATH TO THE ENEMY

BULLETS ARE THE VESSELS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS

WRATH IS A VIRTUE

THE UNCLEAN DESERVE TO DIE

EARTH BELONGS TO HUMANITY

NO ONE DEFIES THE MESSENGERS

MARTYRS AND MURDERERS AND VICTIMS WE ARE ALL THE SAME IN THEIR EYES

The mew was louder this time, coming from the corner of the building. It was his tiny kitten.

"You can do this!"

- - - -

Simon socked Not-Connor in the face, putting all his force behind the left-hook.

"NO!"

- - - -

Her jaw was as hard as steel. He not only heard but felt every single bone in his hand, from his knuckles - down his fingers - and down to halfway along his palm, shatter inside his hand.

She gripped his shirt and lifted him from his feet, growling in his face.

"You pathetic traitor. I knew you didn't have the balls for this life. You never did! You were a spineless, worthless shit stain when I found you and you're even more disgusting now. Slithering around, licking the heel of every Technocracy shoe that passes by and is close enough to stick to, like the pus slime that you are."

She threw him backward, landing hard against the wall to Al's.

"All so you could pretend to be somebody, with their toys and gadgets, instead of the nobody you were when that monster nearly got your sorry ass the first day on the job."

She pulled back the hammer on her handgun.

"I've passed bowel movements with more drive than you've had since the day we met."

- - - -

Simon's heart dropped like a rock, racing like a rabbit having a heart-attack, chilling his bones even over the aching fire in his dominant hand. He held it against himself, tears welling up from the pain and fear, but faced Not-Connor (a manifestation of the Messengers?) despite it all. The iron feeling of her jaw reminded him of the ItX Terminators they had worked with, but her words only spewed fire and hate, opinions and feelings even the most advanced HIT Mark couldn't possibly have had.

She drew her gun on him on the floor. He swallowed the fear in his throat. Turned out, he couldn't banish nightmares like these by hitting them really hard, even if their spouted hatred welled up all of his own like bile at the back of his throat.

That's what she embodied. That self-hatred, that feeling he always had of kicking himself when he was down and going lower, saying these things to himself like they were true.

But this wasn't true. This wasn't even real.

None of it lined up with what he knew, and that meant anything could happen.

Simon did his best to pull himself off of the floor, trying to ignore the aches in his body where it had believed it impacted the wall and concrete. He set his jaw.

"Gue22 there'2 no rea2oniing wiith you, then."

- - - -

The first bullet tore through his left shoulder, sending white hot lances of pain through his entire left side, even as his felt his clavicle break inward and his shoulder blade break outward, with the shuddering thunder of kinetic force ripples that shot through him in waves that took only microseconds to make their way through him and back.

He couldn't hear anything but the silence of a deafening tone, stronger in one ear than the other. Then the burning sting came, of exposed tissue, and a feeling like something had spilled on him. He didn't need to look to know he was bleeding. Probably badly.

Her mouth kept moving as she no doubt gloated over how feeble and inferior he was. It was a kind of tragedy, really, that even when deafened, he still knew exactly what she was probably saying.

"▄█▀ █ █▚▞▌ ⬤ █▚▌ ◣▌ ⬤ ▐▄█ █▬█ ▅▀▅ ▀▄▀ █☰ ▀█▀ ⬤ ▀▄▀▄▀ ▅▀▅ ▐◀ █☰ ▐▄█ ▐◣ ! ▐◣ █▄ █☰ ▅▀▅ ▄█▀ █☰ ! "

- - - -

Despite everything, Simone's voice, distorted as it was, chimed over his deafness from the gunshot. You have to wake up! Please!

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on her voice through the pain, to make it clearer. He had to shut this stupid, brutal dream out, and focus on that one constant.

END SCENE

#ooc #para rp #discord rp log #somewhere in another reality...#dddne #mta rp #WOD rp #mage the ascension #hunter the reckoning #technocratic union

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fiftyshadesofadom · 3 months

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Welcome to the RP account of Christian Grey written by @museofkhalasar. Mature content and planned ship. Based on the Fifty Shades movies and books but open to crossovers with friends only.

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thessalian · 10 months

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Thess vs Sex

Since I’m trying to take my mind off some anxieties today (I will talk about these anxieties when they are resolved and not a moment sooner), I’ve had at least one post as regards the whole deal about what I can only call neo-puritanism and kink tossed in my general direction recently because people know that, however counterintuitive it is given my orientation, this is a subject in which I have a great deal of interest. Not the actual doing of it, mind you; just the various bits of discourse that seem to go around so much these days. So here it is - a specific asexual’s view of the whole thing:

First of all, I have no issues with sex. I don’t want to do it, I don’t particularly want to watch it, and I’ll probably skim-read over it. I am a Fade To Black sort of person when it comes to RP (the people I’d be writing erotica with are like my siblings anyway; that’d just be weird even if I did like sex). Thing is, as I understand it, sex is a good thing for the people who enjoy it. It can be a moment of intimacy. It can be just for fun. It can be both. It’s just that people are taking it more and more seriously in all the wrong ways right now. So when it comes to sex, there are a few questions:

Is it consensual? And that’s about all of it. The basics of sex, certain positions or acts, whatever kink is being indulged ... if there is not full, enthusiastic, and continuous consent throughout, that is the only time I would say it’s ‘wrong’. I’m not just talking about sexual assault either. I’m talking about, “He wanted me to give him a blowjob and I don’t deal well with that but he just kept pushing my head down there and--”, or “We were doing some light spanking and they got a little carried away and I didn’t want to ruin the moment by telling--” The moment is already ruined by that point - for you. Consent can always be revoked at any time. If your partner or partners are not willing to accept your revocation of consent, they are nasty pieces of shit who don’t deserve the fun and the pleasure sex can bring.

Is it safe? Not just talking about “guard against STIs and unwanted pregnancy” safe, either, though that’s hella important. I have a long history of despising Fifty Shades of Gray, not just because it’s poorly-written pulp but because it has made an absolute mess in the BDSM community. Safe words, aftercare, contract (preferably written so it can be gone over again later) negotiated and agreed by both parties ... you need those things for a safe and healthy BDSM situation. It’s important to not only have aftercare, but to understand what that means for the specific sub; without not only aftercare but the right aftercare for the individual, there’s a chance of serious physical, mental, and emotional damage. No one wants that (or if they do, they belong in jail). Be a dog or a slave or a sex toy all you want, but make sure you’re getting what you need afterwards to be okay. This also goes towards things like one-night stands or friends with benefits, at least on the emotional scale. People have a right to have sex with any consensual partner they want, regardless of whether it’s a spouse or just some person they thought was hot, but making sure all parties understand the situation - like, “I’m DTF but I’m not looking for anything serious; we might want to rethink if you want something meaningful” - is as important as any other kind of agreement between parties trying to have a good time and be okay with it all. That’s the end goal here, as far as I’ve ever been able to tell - for all parties involved in the act to be happy, satisfied, and okay afterwards.

...Okay, really there are only two questions: is it consensual, and is it safe? Because everything else is down to the individual. Whips and spanking paddles? You do you, fam. Yiff or be yiffed? That’s entirely up to you. Golden showers and scat-stuff? Fine, but do disinfect things afterwards, for your own safety. Whatever you want so long as it’s safe and consensual is fine by me. It’s not really my business anyway.

Which is where we get into the whole thing about what is and isn’t “appropriate” for the public. Mostly in terms of people dressing up in fetish gear for Pride. It’s leather. It’s a banana hammock. Maybe someone’s on a leash. Big whoop. No one’s out there showing any genitalia, so people complaining can shut the fuck up. I have a feeling that the people bitching about that sort of thing mostly do so because they’re repressing a whole hell of a lot of curiosity, and they don’t like seeing that side of themselves, so they clutch their pearls and whine about “Think of the children!!!” Like those precious children haven’t seen more extreme outfits on Emma Frost. Seriously, these purity culture advocates need to remember “try it; maybe you’ll like it” from the days when their parents were trying to feed them unfamiliar food.

Sex is one of those things that people take far too seriously in all the wrong ways. I am asexual. I don’t want any of it for myself. Thing is, I’m not going to freak out about someone in latex or leather at Pride either. If I think about it at all, it’s just, ‘good for you; be safe, be happy’. I don’t let it live rent-free in my head, is what I’m saying. The thing that does live rent-free in my head is rage at the assholes who seem to be trying to turn something that’s supposed to be fun and intimate and good into ... well, “You can only do it within the bonds of marriage, through a hole in the sheets with the lights off, and only for procreation”.

Sex is fun, from what I understand. LET SEX BE FUN FOR THE PEOPLE HAVING IT. And don’t judge how people have it, either; they’re not forcing you to wear leather, so if it somehow offends your eyes to see leather outfits ... look somewhere else, because it’s not for you.

#Thess has opinions

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crazyexdirkfriend · 1 year

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What's the behind the scenes for shag etc? 👀 (also the icon on your blog theme is so cute...)

ty ty! it's from chapter 2 of two short hours etc. in case anyone didn't see it. okay this might get long so read more time

I have so many behind the scenes for that. Firstly: the playlist. this is what I made because my huge dirkjake playlist isn't thematically consistent. but to elaborate on the Lore of my choices:

dirt-emma blackery is actually the song that gave me the idea for the fic, and then down for the count-bowling for soup played afterwards. the key being snarky bits like "then you came on twitter saying i'm bitter, honey have you looked in the mirror" "how far down will you go on me, ONLINE" "guess things go sour after they pass their sell-by-date"

dead girl walking (reprise) was initially on my playlist for calvariæ and strip away my conscience (FIFTY SHADES OF MORALLY GREEEY) was on my two short hours etc. playlist, but both made the migration over thematically

someone gets hurt is solely on this for POOOOR LITTLE ME ALL TRAPPED IN THIS FABULOUS SHOOOOW. jake in a golden bird cage of his own making.

the bit where jake walks out on stage to endorse karkat with the back light is based on the music video for taylor swift's "i bet you think about me" when she...well comes out with a back light to "the voice is so loud, saying 'why did you let her go?'" it's very revenge dress moment for jake here. rip princess diana, she would have loved my fanfiction where dirk and jake hunt each other for sport.

i'm on it by the cast of nashville is on this because "the only over i'll be is over your shoulder" is why i have jake make those stupid billboards to haunt dirk with.

god is a freak is on this. but dirk is god in this scenario. WEIRD YOU'RE ACTING LIKE MY BOYFRIEND :///

Some other behind the scenes lore, like deleted scenes: I was supposed to rehash the scene where Roxy (and Jake) comes out as NB but it didn't fit in the end. Here's the excerpt I did write

There was also supposed to be a scene where Jake sent Dirk this meme but I forgot to put it in. I instead complained on Twitter about forgetting to put it in and then my third level lecturer SENT ME MY OWN TWEET and then offered me work. I am still haunted by this fact. I have no idea why this happened. Deep deep lore. Here's the image btw

This scene was also supposed to be in it but I had no idea where to go with it. Raccoon was supposed to be a series regular.

This note on the final conflict scene is the only time I used the term "emotionally devastate." The fic was unnamed until literally 3 days before its release bc I couldn't think of anything other than "the blood between us is horrendous but in a vacillating manner as opposed to a xenophobic one- (Troll Taylor's Version)" which was way too long considering no one ever types the full name of shag emotionally devastate etc. anyway lmao

The billboards and the bloat advertising on the dating apps are things I've had Jake do before in RP, both deliberately and accidentally. I find it so infinitely funny to think about the idea of Jake believing so hard that Dirk would never love anyone other than him that he (hope powers) makes it functionally impossible for Dirk to move on. Dirk looks for him in nothing and finds him there anyway. Buys a drink at a bar and Skaianet sponsors Orange Crush now. Is on a date with some guy who is like "hold on, you're jake english's ex? you broke up with jake english? sorry I could never date anyone stupid enough to let jake english go" (shoving breadsticks in purse). I think Jake would also set up Tinder so he pops up every three swipes but when Dirk swipes right on him eventually he just gets a Skaianet helpdesk bot

Other behind the scenes hmm. I spent the vast majority of 8-10 weeks not writing this and 4 weeks actually writing the bulk of it, but most of the time was spent hand wringing on discord because I was convinced that this fic would not be received well so I'm actually hugely pleasantly surprised that people have liked it!

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normal-thoughts-official · 2 years

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I can't keep this to myself any longer: your Death Note posts are very funny to me because in middle school I dated a guy who named himself after Mello. We were together off and on for about a year and a half; most of the time we were "on" he was semi-cheating on me in extremely funny ways. I can't place him on the "respecting women" scale but he was doing very well for a 14 year old who was really into Fifty Shades of Grey.

I really like your blog but I might have to unfollow you for a bit because I've barely thought about Death Note since the RP group Mello arranged collapsed, so all your innocuous posts come across as super cursed to me.

Wait wait anon nooooo don't unfollow me yet I wanna hear more

#*ed voice* this guy is fucking fascinating #same energy as the friend who liked spn ask #btw if u rlly dont wanna unfollow me i tag pretty consistently so u can filter out death note and u should be set #but if u dont wanna follow me u dont have to lmao #ask #anonymous

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roleplay-today · 1 month

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PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU LIKE OR COMMENT!!!

please give me more than;

“Hi my name is …., nice to meet you”

i’m super big on communication, so please tell me if you need a break, if you want to stop, if you don’t like anything, if you aren’t going to reply for a while!

•I’m Australia so my timezone is AEST.

•i’ve been writing on and off for 7 years but I stopped in 2022.

•I have no triggers but I am always open to hearing others and discussing things,

•i love dark angst plots!

If you want the rp to finish, please let me know, just don’t stop replying! i definitely wouldn’t do that to you ☺️

Fandoms I write for;

Criminal Minds

The Vamprie Diaries (Would prefer tvd or TO)

The Originals

Teen Wolf

Euphoria

John Wick X my oc (another preferred& opened to discussion)

Fifty shades of grey

Marvel movies! let’s discuss 🫣

If you are still interested but I don’t have ur fandom please don’t hesitate to ask! I am open to hearing anything 💖

please like this and i’ll reach out to you!

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prpfs · 5 months

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Hello! I'm here to post another longer advert with multiple fandoms and pairings. Apologies for splitting them out previously, I somehow thought that would be better 😈 The name is Amelia, i'm over 25 and holla from the miserable lands of the UK. I work full time and am mobile most of the time so please allow some patience with replies (chat and RP). I would like my partners to be over 21, fairly active and friendly. This is all for DISCORD RP only as i don't have the patience for Tumblr anymore. Below I will list the fandoms/pairings that I want, i will bold, * and italic the muses that I will write.

THE LAST OF US - *Ellie Williams* or *Tess Servopoulos* x Joel Miller

SUPERNATURAL - *Bela Talbot* x Dean Winchester or Sam Winchester ; *Meg Masters* x Castiel

TED LASSO - *Keeley Jones* x Ted Lasso

THE WALKING DEAD - *Maggie Greene* x Negan

BETTER CALL SAUL - *Kim Wexler* x Lalo Salamanca

FIFTY SHADES OF GREY - *Anastasia Steele* x Christian Grey

HUNGER GAMES - *Lucy Gray Baird* x Coriolanus Snow

PLEASE give this post a like and I will come to you. Only show interest if you're actually interested in writing one of my wanted muses. 👻 😻

dm if you're intrested

#the last of us rp #the lat of us roleplay #supernatural rp #supernatural roleplay #ted lasso rp #ted lasso roleplay #the walking dead rp #the walking dead roleplay #better call saul rp #better call saul roleplay #fifty shades of grey rp #fifty shades of gray roleplay #hunger games rp #hunger games roleplay #fandom rp #fandom roleplay

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possforeffect · 3 months

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I had a realization today: furries are to capitalism, mainstream media, and politicians what a shoggoth is to a protagonist in an H. P. Lovecraft story.

Shoggoths are perfectly explicable within the context of the Cthulhu mythos-- artificial lifeforms created by the Elder Things with a bunch of eyes, mouths, and tentacles. But to the protagonist of a Lovecraft story-- typically closed minded and bigoted despite claiming to have some form of background in the sciences or the humanities-- they are an inexplicable horror that will drive you mad at the sight of it, so it's safer for one's brain to just shut down and not even try to comprehend it.

In the same way, capitalism and the mainstream media does not have a proper context to frame the furry fandom in. Reactionary poltiicians can claim that the furry fandom consists of neurodivergent teenagers asking for litterboxes at school, but that claim falls apart with even the slightest scrutiny. Attempts to mock the fandom or paint it as alien (see CSI's awful "Fur and Loathing" episode) are similarly ineffective, because these portrayals don't even scratch the surface of how bizarre the subcultures of furry fandom can be, and when people do decide to looking, they're either repelled by what they find or end up in the deep end.

To most people, furries are too weird to comprehend, so they don't even try to. Like, remember the MFF Chlorine Attack in 2014? Literally an incident of domestic terrorism on American soil, in Chicago, one of the main travel hubs of the USA? I distinctly remember the news anchors on NBC laughing at it because they couldn't comprehend the concept of a furry convention, and thought it was just a bunch of weirdos in animal costumes, and not victims of a terror attack.

The idea of grown-ass men, women, and enbies wanting to escape by pretending to be various species of animal is so alien to a capitalistic society, that any attempts by the mainstream to examine it just bounce off, which is also why it has never been commoditized.

Like, Netflix made a show called Bonding that tried to commodotize bondage a few years back. The Fifty Shades series made people confuse 'domestic abuse' and 'kink'. As rainbow capitalism has gained more acceptance and the rich realize that pandering to queer people works, we're seeing more and more shallow attempts at creating LGBT characters in properties that are inherently capitalistic, like the MCU or Star Wars. And what do furries get in terms of attempts at mainstream representation?

Pottersville, a 2017 Christmas Film where the main character's revelation that his wife is a furry and has been engaging in furry RP with the town's sheriff (who is played by fucking Ron "Hellboy and Slade" Perlman) drives him into a drunken rage where he creates a bigfoot hoax.

Goodness Silva, an AFAB member of the Great Lakes Avengers on Earth-616 who can turn into her male fursona.

A few one-off jokes in shows like Psych or The Venture Bros.

Joe 'I started my career by forcing people to eat roadkill' Rogan dressing up in costume-store quality wolf outfit as a joke.

This isn't to say capitalism and furries aren't incompatible, god knows I have friends who make their money off of furry art, furry writing, and fursuit making. But I'm pretty sure that if someone like Elon Musk, Lauren Boebert or Tucker Carlson found out that people got turned on by the thought of being eaten by Tony the Tiger, they would stop being able to process reality for at least a little bit.

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//I’m asking AI to imagine all of my characters and the results I’m given are providing me with a much needed serotonin boost. It’s as close to getting RP characters on screen as I’m going to get.

...but then again, Fifty Shades made it...so what do I know?

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Hermès is a house that prides itself on craftsmanship and artisanal apply, so much in order that any worker should complete two years of coaching before making a Birkin. The laborious, solo course of takes 12 to 18 hours in a workshop, using the mix of conventional hand and refined needle work that has been perfected for the rationale that bag’s inception. There might be plenty of Hermés bags on provide, including a “shiny graphite” Porosus crocodile diamond “Kelly Cut” for an estimate of a minimum of US$50,000.

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