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silantryoo · 1 year

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BONUS [ RP STONT ] — siri, how do you deal with daddy issues? (TW)

y/n doesn't really know what to do with her feelings...

WARNINGS ; depression, self-sabotage, daddy issues, implied verbal abuse

y/n hasn't left her room in five days.

she was sure her members had noticed by now, especially since eunchae would always walk into their room with a plate of food in her hands, saying that the food was for the older girl.

she had even missed practice today, telling the girls that she had felt too sick to go. all the girls understood, but y/n didn't miss their worried glances.

and truth be told, y/n was only sick of herself.

y/n tossed her body around, feeling the cold air on her back as she checked her phone.

76 messages from the le sserafim group chat, 2 from hanni, 1 from yujin.

13 messages from minji.

y/n tossed her phone away.

minji had sent her updates on occasion, talking about her practices and how she went to visit some bungeoppang shop with her members, saying that they should go next time. the younger girl kept asking where she had went, and upon hearing y/n was 'sick', asked if she should drop by to give her some medication.

y/n ignored her.

she knew she shouldn't have, but every time minji's name popped up on her screen, she couldn't help but feel a gut-wrenching feeling. everything she felt about minji was wrong.

to her, minji was someone who deserved everything the world could offer. she deserved countries named after her, and food made just for her in mind. minji deserved someone who was always there for her, someone who was perfect.

y/n wished she could be the one.

but she knew that she couldn't. all she could give her was pain and anguish. she had already caused minji so much trouble in the beginning, so what was to say that she wouldn't cause more?

she was still her father's bastard child. she was the one that ruined his life. she was taught that she was made from hate, and although she thought she didn't believe it anymore, she still felt him in times like these.

minji deserved better.

y/n sighed, watching as the rays of the sun beat against her curtains.

she wondered if jennie had felt the same. did she have these thoughts and feelings too? or was she as perfect as their dad made her seem?

why couldn't she have been good enough for him? he knew that she had never asked to be born, so why couldn't he just give her some slack? why couldn't she just be like her older sister?

did she not try hard enough?

y/n knew she was one of the most, if not the face of le sserafim. she was known for being an all-rounder despite her visuals, yet she still felt as if she had nothing to offer. she felt ugly all the time, and although it had gotten better after meeting her members, the feeling never fully subsided.

sometimes, she even wondered if she should have debuted.

y/n tossed again, coming face-to-face with the stuffed toy that eunchae had given her to cheer her up.

the idol wished that she could just tell the girls how she felt, hell maybe even yujin.

maybe in a different world, she could have a family who wanted her. a family where the mom was like chaewon who looked out for her and cared about her. she'd have older sisters like sakura and yunjin, who would tease her all the time but hurt anyone who would do the same. she'd have best friends like kazuha and yujin, who she would joke about hating to be the third wheel but in reality would be so happy for them. and a younger sister like eunchae, who would brag to her friends about how great she was.

maybe in that world, she would be perfect enough for minji. maybe in that world, she'd even be perfect enough for herself.

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sixx-writes · 11 months

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Walk In Visit

Richard Trager x Reader

Word Count: 2,009

cw: noncon, cunnilingus, forced orgasm, creampie, shitty doctor/patient rp, trager is a dickhead, there is no plot just enjoy it or something idk it’s something I shit out cause I couldn’t sleep

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Summary: Reader visited the asylum on the wrong day and ends up in the tender care of a certain “doctor”.

18+ ONLY NSFW BELOW THE CUT

"I'm so sorry about the mess, babe. I wasn't expecting any female patients today. You surprised me," the man wheels you into a room that smells like an entire football team ate shit and died all at once. There's guts and blood everywhere painting the walls and pooled on the floor while this maniac is rambling like nothing is wrong. Pretty typical of your experience as a guest at the asylum so far.

Not a whole hell of a lot of anything is making sense in this endless nightmare and you would be about as surprised as the piece of beef jerky that's talking your leg off if that changed any time soon. A name from a manila folder jumps out at you, some douche that played at being a doctor, called.. what was it? Trey? Trager? That was it. Judging by his disturbingly coherent and stick up the ass way of speaking it was safe to assume he wasn't a patient.

At least not in the same way as the others were 'patients'. He must have been an employee here once upon a time.

"Alright. There we go. Are you comfortable enough?" You offer nothing more than a dead eyed stare that only reflected the numbness you were feeling. Somehow that was an affirmative to the processed meat in front of you. You catch a glimpse of how his lower lip is torn off beneath his makeshift doctor's mask when he leans over you adjusting the straps so you can't escape whatever he has in mind. "Good. That's good. Listen, I have a confession to make. Gynecology isn't exactly my ah, forte, as the French put it. This is gonna be a learning experience for the both of us."

Somehow, through that numb blanket that you've managed to wrap around yourself to shield your mind from the horrors, you feel panic surfacing. The fate of being raped was something you had avoided up until now. The same could not be said for some of the other unfortunates you had encountered during your descent into hell. Trager was already gone rattling instruments on the table next to your bed.

"Dammit, where did I put those things. Oh yeah. Wait here, babe. I'll just be a second."

For the first time you were actually well and truly fucked - trapped like a rat. You pulled desperately at the straps holding your wrists and ankles trying to free yourself in the precious few seconds you were alone. It was hard not to cry if you were being honest but if you started then you were afraid that you would break down under the weight of it all. You couldn't afford that when you were so close to being free. So you bit into the inside of your cheek hard enough that you tasted metal until the fucker returned.

When he did it was with the biggest pair of scissors you had ever seen, coated in blood, some stains fresh, and others already dried and flaking off. "Jesus Christ," you muttered, not wanting to speak too loudly and agitate him. Your skin crawled when he purposefully snipped the giant scissors, some type of bone shears maybe, a few times over your helpless body, the sound grating on your ears.

"Okie dokie. First is the breast exam. Hold still for me."

That was a funny thing to say when you felt the bottom blade sliding across your tucked stomach you forgot how to breathe you were concentrating so hard on not moving a muscle. You tried to keep as much skin away from the blade as you could while he cut away your top. Fuck you for not wearing a bra today and making it easier on him.

"Awh, does that hurt?" he gave some approximation of a frown, hard to tell with the gnarled gash of his mouth, upon seeing the cut over your ribs you'd gotten climbing through a broken window.

No shit.

Trager's concern is brief, already forgotten, as soon as he peels back the shorn halves of your ruined shirt exposing your breasts. Through the delusion of whatever horror he's dreaming you see a glint of lust from the disgusting little man that had worked here before he went to sleep one day and never woke up. You don't want to resist and piss him off but it's impossible once you feel the first careless squeeze of tender flesh. His skin is rough against yours and you twist trying to get away from his touch but there's nowhere to go.

"It's okay, babe," he soothed you, not at all angry, his attention never leaving your heaving chest and hardening nipples, "I understand most girls are shy on their first visit. I'll make it easy on you, okay? Try not to worry your pretty little head." His treatment is anything but easy, pinching your nipple and watching how the fat falls back into place from how he lifts it up into a barely recognizable shape, pulling it taut. He does this until you're squirming and silently pleading for the strength to make it through.

You think you're going to be sick at the first gummy drag of his tongue over your skin, telling yourself that this wasn't the worst that could be happening right now. A sob that could have been mistaken for a moan slips out and he eyes your reaction, curiously. "Any pain? Soreness? Over-sensitivity?" He simpers up at you and there are equal parts madness and lucidity that terrify you behind those eyes.

Trager doesn't seem to give a single shit that his conversation is entirely one sided and resumes his assault of your breast. He can no longer suck so he bites instead, over and over, making your toes curl from the pain. This goes on until your skin is painted with marks in the shape of his teeth and your nipples are red and raw. Each time you try to sink deeper into yourself a particularly harsh twinge brings you back out. There is no escape.

He's moving lower, his tongue dipping into your navel while he takes up those massive fuck off scissors again and slides one side up your pant leg. It doesn't take long until your pants meet the same fate as your shirt on the floor, lost forever amidst the blood and shit of the doctor's other patients.

"Oh no, " he said, "This doesn't look good at all." His fingers circle over your still covered mound, your panties the last barrier of defense before the fucker sees everything you have to offer. Unceremoniously, he pushes them to the side and in one brief instant the last of your dignity is gone.

"You have alot of discharge and swelling down here. I'm going to need a closer look under the hood, I'm afraid."

With just those words you're ready to die. It's one thing to be attacked and have no control over it and entirely something else to become aroused by it. This disgusting bald freak who looks like an eighty year old's ball sack has somehow made you wet. Deeply profound shame washes over you only amplified by how hard it is not to let out a desperate cry when he prods at your clit. The rough treatment of your already abused body and mind has finally pushed you over the edge.

Maybe you were insane too, now.

Trager isn't examining your pussy anymore, he's watching your face and clearly enjoying how hard you're fighting against showing your reactions. It's the most lucid you've seen him so far and the most sadistic. He doesn't break eye contact when he spreads you with two fingers and drools over your pussy in the most disgusting way making your stomach drop in horror. You're repulsed and let out a pitiful noise making the ragged remains of his mouth twist into a smirk moments before his tongue is buried in your inflamed pussy eager to clean up his mess.

Finally, finally, it's all too fucking much and you howl joining into the chorus of the others' screams of pain and insanity unable to hold it in anymore. It's not because you're being raped or because you're probably going to die here but because you enjoy it. This horrible place has reduced you to nothing more than an animal that wants to tangle your fingers into Trager's greasy hair and ride his face harder because you need it.

It's the scrape of his exposed teeth over nerves that feel like they're burning you alive that does you in. He's like a fucking dog eating you out, so hungry for every bit of your come that he can lap up, until pleasure turns to pain and you're sobbing for real. He stops licking you after what felt like an eternity, his pupils blown out big and black, breathing hard like he's just ran a mile.

"Well, I'm learning a lot here I don't know about you. I still need to do an-an internal examination," he's undoing the cuffs at your ankles, you realize, too tired to do anything when he spreads your legs wide, "Keep your knees up. Just like that. That's a girl." You're dragged roughly to the end of the bed, as much as your shackles would allow, and you see how the front of his apron is tented. You're a little surprised Trager has anything to work with given the mutilation you'd seen up until now.

You don't get to see his cock but feel it tapping against your pussy before he drags it up and down your slit collecting any remaining wetness and spit. The head feels wide and thick and you can tell it's going to be bad already.

"Gonna need you to relax for this part, babe. My instrument is a little big for you but I think we can work something out."

You fantasize about putting the blade of his scissors through his eye when he penetrates you stretching you to the absolute limit of what your tense, scared muscles would allow. A soundless cry is all you can manage when he brutally presses onwards not giving you any time to adjust.

"Goddamn you're tight. Shit," he said, breaking character for the first time, "Ease up a little would ya. Gonna rip all the skin off my dick here.."

You try, you really do, to relax but it's no use. When he starts to move it drags awful soreness from your stomach deep rooted and nauseating. However, like before, eventually that pain melts into sickening pleasure and you begin getting wet again turning the sound of his thrusts sloppy. Trager moans loudly, shamelessly, his rhythm turning rougher as he uses you. You're moaning too, nearing a second orgasm, the textured skin near the base of his shaft stimulates you so well each time he slams into your cervix.

"You like that, baby? Huh? No need to be shy. I can tell, you know. You're gonna come again aren't you? It's okay."

You want to tell him to kill himself. Everything certainly wasn't okay and he was a piece of shit not worth so much as looking in your direction under any other circumstances. Unfortunately, you came instead, harder than before, your eyes rolling back helplessly as the fake doctor kept fucking you through it. "Ah, God. Fuck," he whined, his pace slowing. You'd come to hate the sound of his voice so much in your brief time together. You especially despised how his moaning at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock only heightened your orgasm even more.

It was hard to say how much longer it went on for until he finally lost it inside you, leaving you dirty and defiled by his come, your pussy tender and over-stimulated. The only thing worse was the emptiness left behind when he pulled out of you and the slow leak of fluids that dripped down your ass.

"Well," Trager panted, "I think I'm gonna need a follow-up on that."

#richard trager x reader #outlast

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jessaerys · 7 months

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Opinions on DirkRose?

so when i was 16-18 in high school i was briefly in this very tightknit three person online friend group with me + this extremely popular homestuck artist at the time + their best friend that i quickly developed a crush on. and this online friend roleplayed dirk at the same time i was roleplaying rose (a rose from the same timeline as whom is probably the most famous dave strider roleplayer in the history of homestuck rp. but that nuclear fallout is a story for another day) in the wild wild west that was the 2012 homestuck rp landscape on tumblr (aka the multiple timelines theory)(at some point my rose was involved with, like, a marius pontmercy. yes from les mis. and also a genderbent rose in an ambiguous almost selfcest situationship.)

anyway so i asked her if she wanted to ship our rp characters which was very "baby's first time asking for what they want" of me, and she said yes, and dirk and rose wrote each other a couple of inter-dimensional letters that were quite beautiful and poignant at least in my memory. the vibe was "very traumatized young adults find an equally jaded and verbose kindred spirit and they tentatively show each other the vulnerable side that they can't show anyone else through the safe distance of penpalship" so of course the rp brain chemicals were INTENSE (by the way the three of us were in a slightly larger skype group chat with a couple of other tumblr friends, whom ocassionally would make "you and alex should date lol!" jokes. my fragile teenage psyche was convinced it was going to happen)

but anyway the writing was super slow and i knew that this friend was much more into dirkjake (and VERY hung up on our other friend/her best friend) but whenever i could hold her attention she seemed to be interested in our writing

her dirk had a poetry sideblog (i want to say cringe in retrospect but honestly. at the time i thought it was some elevated literary use of the medium. and it probably was) and i would check it CONSTANTLY trying to decipher if anything new dirk posted was about my rose, but the posts were too vague for solid conclusions

anyway long story short for what was probably somewhere between months and a year (can't recall) i lived in that rp brain chemical addiction thrill-of-the-chase hell state surviving on kernels of character interactions and fantasies about dirk and rose, like i'm talking emotional-support OTP levels of emotional investment. the daily emotional rollercoaster was insane. it would make or break my day depending on what vague poetry dirk strider posted

until ONE DAY.... I FOUND OUT.... she had been rping dirkjake with our OTHER friend/her best friend for a while AND JUST DIDN'T TELL ME. BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T WANT TO UPSET ME. I WAS HEARTBROKEN (these weren't multishipping type blogs. you had one character timeline and by god you stuck to it)

i legitimately do not recall what i did re: the dirk ordeal, but i do remember that at some point (the timeline in relation to the rp drama is long lost to the sands of time) i confessed and she rejected me and i felt soooo led on which was probably a product of this friend being so conflict averse. i was in a crying or close-to-tears state for about a day and a half which i recall very vividly because at the time it was by FAR the biggest social heartbreak of my life. a solid 36 hours of "i'm going to feel like this FOREVER and my heart will never HEAL" teenage angst. i remember it so viscerally lol. especially because my parents straight up didn't notice. but that's an entirely different can of baggage

anyway eventually i met my then-girlfriend and the three person friend group drifted apart. much later i found out they had felt soooo betrayed but what was i supposed to do. third wheel them as the least important person in the group forever??? i think at some point the three of us hung out together for an afternoon when we happened to be in the same city but it must have been completely unremarkable because i don't remember any of it.

anyway what was the question again. yeah dirkrose is fine

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bottomoftheriver-rpgforum · 7 months

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BOTTOM OF THE RIVER;;

city-sombre, ouest américain ─époque actuelle. (réservé à un public mature et avisé) // thème musical.

contexte -- grisaille assaillante, terre d'asile. au terme de tout, au commencement d'un nouveau souffle. souffrir et s'en creuser les paumes, d'un labeur incertain, aux grandes dames d'un front en sueur. car ils sont les laboureurs de cet enfer. les sabots des chevaux claquent sur le sol sableux, dévalent les pentes sinueuses d'une vallée à bout de souffle, entre pénombre d'un passé qu'on ne veut plus quitter et lumière d'un avenir à la brume si épaisse qu'il en devient vile. cinglant pugilat, familles en émois. terres arides, jamais vraiment contrôlées, linceul chassant la mauvaise graine, en vain. colchester s'accuse d'exister. au delà des frontières aux limites invisibles, se pavane un monde aride. spectres aux chapeaux abimés foulent sous l'allure de leur horde, l'univers s'étendant à leurs pieds. rivalités familiales, guerre des égos malmenés, secrets enfouis sous une motte de terre. la vallée s'essouffle lentement tandis que les bandits d'outre tombe, renaissent sous la jouissance de la nuit. oscillent les enfants de, à tout faire pour garder les acquisitions du passé. vocifère en nuitée.

KEYWORDS;; vastes plaines, paysages, cowboy, chevaux, ranchs, ville suffoque, nature sauvage, conflits familiaux, illégalité, meurtres, assoiffés, bétails, chevaux, rustique.

inspiré des séries telles que yellowstone (et ses spin-off), hell on wheels, godless.

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ville inventée (colchester) dans l'état du wyoming au nord du lac yellowstone ;; un rp par mois ;; pas de minimum de ligne ;; mise en place à venir d'institutions locales (ranchs, fermes, familles) et des forces de l'ordre de la ville.

#contexte #bottom of the river #city-sombre #ouest américain #cowboy #wyoming #yellowstone #forum rpg #projet #projet rpg

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whimsicalmeerkat · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

Thanks for the tag, @thotpuppy! I've been thinking about this off and on the last couple of days. I really do enjoy this sort of thing, both reading others and making my own. Blank after the cut.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

135. 23 of which are drabbles

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

354,120 total, all since the beginning of 2020

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The big ones are Teen Wolf and Black Jewels., but I also write Perilous Courts and The Hollows, along with some other assorted SFF book fandoms. I have a lot of Men's Hockey RPF fics, but rarely revisit the fandom. Spideypool's another fandom I fell out of at some point.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tell Me No Lies (Spideypool, 5k. Explicit, grocery store meet-cute)

my heart was connected (Teen Wolf Steterek, 11k. Explicit. fake SO for the holidays that grew legs and ran away with me)

I give hell my worst (Spideypool, 5.5k. Explicit, merman Peter Parker and pirate Wade Wilson)

just give me one thing that I can hold onto (Teen Wolf Sterek, 9k, Explicit, Derek and Stiles keep waking up naked in the woods)

Joke's On You (The Witcher, Emralt, 12k, soulmates get married for Reasons)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond, but sometimes it takes me a while, especially when I have a lot I want to say.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably it kind of vanishes away (Teen Wolf Dargent, 866 words, Explicit, two sad and lonely men getting off together)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't know what I would say is the happiest, so I'm going to go with the kitten is happy (Perilous Courts Julien/Whisper, 300 words, Gen) because it's the most unequivocally happy ending I've written in ages.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I've been pretty fortunate. I've gotten a few shitty comments, but nothing I felt the need to dwell on. Another commenter yelled at someone for one of them once, months after the fact. That made me laugh.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. I don't know what this means by kind, exactly. I write a lot of wall/door sex and work knotting in whenever possible, especially if I can make it accidental.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

As a general rule, no, but I did co-write a Spideypool/Men's Hockey RPF one where Peter Parker was the guy inside the Gritty suit.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Just the one mentioned in #10

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Daemon Sadi/Lucivar Yaslana from Black Jewels

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Black Jewels modern AU of sorts where magic comes back and I strip out all of the gender bullshit

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization is my greatest strength, without doubt. I'm also good at writing banter and funny moments during smut.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm really bad at planning ahead or sticking to a plan I've made. I think overall it's worked out in my writing, but it can get me in trouble during the process. Plot in general isn't a major strength for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done a curse or two, but in general I avoid it both because I don't speak any other languages and because I don't think there are many good ways to incorporate translations.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically, it's probably the Wheel of Time message board RP I did on Dragonmount in the nineties, but if we're talking about actual fan fiction it's Men's Hockey RPF.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Man, this wasn't easy. I genuinely enjoy my writing and reread my stuff a lot. I'm going to have to go with no words needed (Black Jewels Daemon/Lucivar, 565 words, Explicit, zero dialogue smut with wink kink) because it's different and because I like it more every time I read it.

I'm going to tag @calenlily, @dear-massacre, @mswhich, @pterawaters, and @alondradina, but would love to see anyone else's answers too!

20 questions for fic writers!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

#tag game #writing game #fanfic #writeblr #fanfic authors #fic writing #author:whimsicalmeerkat

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awigglycultist · 3 months

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Incorrect quotes except it's really just mine and @indigos-shits-and-giggles Hatchetfield rp characters & ocs and also @peterstankoffski & @atty-goldstein at one point and also this has been in my drafts forever so over half of these I put in here months ago

Toby: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I'm somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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Arche: Yeah, I don't like people

Sunny: Oh, well now that's not fair Arche. Have you met all of them?

Arche: I've met enough of them. People. What a bunch of bastards!

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Toby & Ted: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire*

Ted: We need an adult!

Toby: Ted, you are an adult!

Ted: We need an adultier adult! Get Kurtis!

~~~

Pete: You need a hobby

Ted: I have a hobby!

Pete: Hitting on Gary Goldstein isn't a hobby

~~~

Lily: Arche and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us

David: What did you do?

Lily: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and-

Arche: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel

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Jas: A decision had to be made

Toby: And you fucked it up!

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Arche: Do you always have to attack me with your words?

Neptune: Would you prefer me to use a brick?

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Jas: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner

Alice: Jas, It's 1:15 am, what the fuck

Jas: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not

Alice: Well, I mean yeah

Jas: So come downstairs while they're still hot

Alice: Wait, you just made them?

Jas: Yeah, I wasn't tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets

Alice: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time Jas

~~~

Kidnapper: I have your partner

Sunny: What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

Sunny: Oh my god, you have Neptune

~~~

Alfie: You’re kind of a pushover, aren’t you, Lily?

Lily: …I’m sorry

Alfie: See!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about!

~~~

Ted: Look, I'm glad everyone's on the same page

Ted: But it's the last page in a book titled "we're all going to die".

Jas: That's not even clever

~~~

Arche, to Sunny: You have room temperature IQ

Sunny: What's room temperature IQ?

Toby: 73°

Sunny: Oh, okay

Sunny: How much is that in IQ?

~~~

Ted: Don't stay up all night, Toby. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt

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David: Knock, knock

Neptune: Who's there?

David: Boo!

Neptune: Boo who?

David: Why are you crying?

Neptune: I'm not crying

David: Hello notcrying, I'm Mr. Anderson

~~~

Ted: How the hell are you still alive?

Toby: Honestly, I'm just as confused as you are

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Ted: I didn't drink that much last night

Pete: You were flirting with Gary

Ted: So what? He's my boyfriend

Pete: You asked if he was single

Pete: And then you cried when he said he wants

~~~

Sunny: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products!

Sunny: *sprays hairspray in their mouth*

Sunny: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good

~~~

Wesly: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

~~~

Arche: I wouldn’t wish that upon my worse enemy!

Arche: Unless of course. . We’re talking about my enemy, Neptune. Fuck you Neptune, you know what you did!

~~~

Jas: I’m in love with you

Toby: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork

Jas: I know

Toby: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

~~~

Neptune: I’m in love with you

Sunny: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork

Neptune: I know

Sunny: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

~~~

Neptune, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Sunny, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids

David, walking back into class after printing out papers: What the fuck are you guys doing?

Neptune: Playing systemic oppression

~~~

Sunny: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Neptune a little bit

Arche, holding Sunny's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation

Sunny: No, that's our joint tombstone

Arche: My mistake

~~~

Wesley: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are

~~~

Arche: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Sunny: *crouches down*

Lily: *kneels down*

Neptune: *sits on the floor*

Arche:

Arche: I hate all of you

~~~

Alfie: ATTENTION: I HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT.

Alfie: DO NOT PANIC, I AM SIMPLY GETTING A SNACK.

#starkid #hatchetfield #incorrect quotes #hatchetfield oc

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nightmarecountry · 17 days

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN MEME.

NAME: currently we mostly go by Wilds on here, though I (the host) am uh... between names, ha. went through some shit this year that i'm pretty sure triggered a host change/a new host split SO.

PRONOUNS: they/them collectively. it/its too if we're friends i think. it's complicated. host also uses she/her and (rarely, these days) he/him but again... complicated...

MOST ACTIVE MUSES: i mean. the corinthian, obviously, but which Flavour of him i want to write really depends on the day... over on my multimuse it varies WILDLY and often just depends on if there's a particular plot point or theme i'm rotating in my head a bunch.

RP PET PEEVES: look if i get into that here someone's gonna snipe me from the rooftops or something for having an honest feeling in public. i don't like lack of communication (or the passive aggression that comes with it), people feeling entitled to my time/attention/replies, or anyone making me feel obligated to do anything ever tbh.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS: i've been RPing for like uhhh... 17-18 years at this point. jesus.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: definitely angst. i like reading smut more than writing it (mostly because writing it gets stressful real fast), and i love fluff but it's gotta have substance to it. i feel like the secret fourth answer here is "depth".

PLOTS OR MEMES: hmm... it's sort of both. i honestly like ic asks most of all: not memes, but not threads either. i like having a sort of 'foundation' to work off of and going back and forth with it, but i can only really plot extensively with someone when i've gotten to know them well. i LOVE memes but i tend to need a lot of them because if you only send one there's a solid 80% chance i won't have an answer in mind KJNSDJKNSDF

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: medium i guess! i need to get comfortable doing short as hell replies again but i always worry people will take it as a lack of interest. i don't tend to do suuuper long replies because i have trouble remembering everything i've written lmfao

IDEAL TIME TO WRITE: somehow, 3-4am. i am rarely AWAKE during those hours right now but it's still just peak writing hours for me, probably due to lack of distractions.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: baby i'm not even like myself. but in all seriousness, i feel like as a writer you're always gonna be putting bits and pieces of yourself into your characters - particularly for RP which is a much more uh, 'close contact' form of writing, i feel? i can separate myself very well from my characters when writing fic or other stories, but RP i feel requires you to step into their shoes a lot more often and more consistently... so yknow. anyway man i have DID you'd better believe there are pieces of lots of us in all of our characters. good luck guessing where they are (it isn't hard).

tagged by: @peacereflected but i also stole it from @ohsunshine because i'm in love with them both. hope this helps.

tagging: you. but also @spacereflected and @talentforlying and [spins a wheel] @pohlepen

#( ooc. )

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lostusagis · 3 months

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Name: Dee works i guess

Preferred pronouns: she / her

Selectivity: Semi selective??? I'm willing to RP with almost everyone and even do crossovers, just respect my boundaries

Favorite animal: Cat

Favorite muse you’ve had so far ever: HONESTLY, i only picked him up recently but he was surprisingly so easy to get into even though i was hesitant at first so I'm definitely going with Kamui.

Muse you kinda wanna pick up: REALLY wanna pick up Okita and Tsukuyo from Gintama, also i remember at some point wanting to try out Saiki from The disastrous life of Saiki k., maybe one day ???

Most identifiable fictional character: Going to go with Kamui again for this one. No I am NOT a crazy murderous fighter, bUT i relate a lot to his anger towards his father over his mother's death. My situation is similar but also a lot different. My mom died and I ALSO heavily blamed my dad and was mad for A WHILE god. I dealt with my grief really badly too, i was a mess back then but anyway yeah.

What color your aura is/think it is: Hmm maybe purple lol

Personality stuff you agree with (astrology, mbti, Hogwarts house, etc be as specific as you want!): Don't really believe in that stuff tbh

Do you think you’re a good driver: I have anxiety don't trust me behind a wheel

Favorite minor discourse: I don't like any type of discourse, I try to stay away from that.

Favorite vine and/or meme: ''You're all going to hell, goodbye.''

Why did you choose this muse: Love, love, LOVE the Yato siblings and their story SO much. Definitely my favorite thing from Gintama :))

Favorite rp memory: Wow, hard to say... Had a lot of good RP memories, though I had a lot of good memories when making this blog too :)

Favorite thing you’ve written, in rp or not: Anything related to exploring a character's mental state TBH, those are my favorite types of threads. I love angst.

Give a shout-out to someone: Yooo, everyone who's written with me on here. You're all great :)

Tagged by: Stole this

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it I guess?

#DASH GAMES.

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c0ldbloodedmurder · 8 months

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Hey guise ! It’s been awhile since I’ve been on tumblr and formally rped. I really do wanna write with you all, but I’m more active on discord. I’m trying to get new partners to rp with me on there and I’d love to plot and meet all of you. – The fandoms I rp in and or have OCs in are: The WWE fandom, The Vampire Diaries, Twilight, Supernatural, Hell on Wheels, Leverage, NCIS, Game of Thrones, House of The Dragon, Tremors, Hemlock Grove, Top Gun, Yellowstone, and Vikings. I also have a lot of ocs that I don’t write on this account, but am willing to explore with the right writer. I am looking for literate people, someone whose going to plot with me and will keep the storyline going. If you’re interested, please add my discord, lets talk, lets write, lets be friends. OfIceAndFire;#6044 Thank you. If you could pass this on, that’d be wonderful, thank you again! Please note: I only do MXM pairings. I have tried straight pairings and they haven't worked out for me in the past. If you disagree, you do not have to add me, write with me, or plot with me. This is just my opinion. I also work 40+ hours a week, so please be patient if my replies are slow.

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just-more-trolls · 1 year

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Closed with @goddesstrolls Blog christening with more rp and also a mark to end the hiatus fr fr -------------------------------------------------------------

> You paced up and down the sidewalk, tapping the fancy-as-shit envelop between your fingers as you contemplated what to do. > It had been a couple of weeks since the beatdown with Lloric. You were still feeling a little sore in places but nothing beats the slight nervousness in your bloodpusher. > Maybe you could ask Teagan again..? But he was probably going with his matesprit and you weren’t up for third-wheeling again.

> Would it be too soon..? Or too weird? It’s not like you really knew him even if he did patch you up after you and Lloric kicked each others’ asses. Plus you were..well..you.

> You paused to shake yourself off. The hell are you freaking out about?? What’s the worst Silans could say..no???

> Steeling yourself, you quit your pacing in front of Silans’ door before giving it a swift knock...now the worst part was the wait.

#ic #closed rp #Kanisa Adhara #goddesstrolls

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owlafterhours · 4 months

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ffxiv fanfes got me on the au hamster wheel

Edit: fixed the, fc tags wheezing

Me n @myrhhi have been, spitballing ffxiv au for like, a Good While now and fanfes really kinda, turned the dial up a bit so, the brainworms (with more under the cut bc it uh, kinda got long,)

(also pls check out @mochinue's ffxiv ac6 art!! it's fantastic)

≪hounds≫ being an fc for the hounds and Walter! They're all raiders who largely PF, but decided that they Did want an FC chest to store and share their stuff in - so they turned to Walter. 'It's a good game' they said, 'we can spend more time together, since most of us have moved out' they said.

He caved.

Unfortunately, Michigan found out pretty fast, so he texts Walter whenever he needs a fill for his static, the Redguns. They're in ≪BALAM≫ which is primarily an RP fc (ngl, kinda like foxhole rp? except in ff) - and they're mostly there 'cause Michigan is with his tax-benefits EB Nile. ≪FCS≫ (Furlong) hasn't forgiven them for stealing away Michigan, but they deal.

Iguazu's been trying to pick up using a controller and it's a bit of a time. Coincidentally, he got GM jailed for swearing at someone in-game again, and Volta would Very Much Like It if his friend could keep playing with him?

Meanwhile, ≪AQB≫ is 50% raiding fc and 50% crafting to support the raiding - the Vespers are just one of their statics. Freud says it feels like another 50% RPing sometimes, with how Snail makes it feel like they're on Slack whenever he talks.

Hawkins is their primary crafter, and also holds a Saint of the Firmament (Mining). He knows the Diadem like the back of his hand and he wishes that he didn't.

Rusty was recruited as a part of the Vespers for the current tier, but was actually there to investigate who the Hell seemed to be consistently undercutting the things from his usual FC.

It was Swinburne. Man took an extended break after they found out, citing irl things.

The RLF players are in ≪wall≫, which was made because Ziyi wanted to play a few years back and they weren't letting her do that unsupervised! Their fc house, is also called 'the Wall' and they have a sub named 'the Strider'. Actually, all of their vessels are named that, except with a number at the end.

O’Keeffe hangs around the Wall a lot. Everyone is Suspicious except for Flatwell, who’s mildly exasperated. They had a very quiet EB you see, and while it’s not a secret, neither of them are going out of their way to publicize it since there's been bad blood since The Swinburne Incident.

And other stray thoughts;

The hounds have, individually and collectively, managed to PF some ultimate clears, and they do go in and help now and again. They tend to clear the tier fast, get geared and get super casual after that.

Sulla's been around since 1.0 and he's been trying to get Walter to play for the last ten years. He Can't Believe that it was the hounds that finally did it. Unfair. Meanwhile, the hounds have a grudge against Sulla bc somehow, the guy always rolls high on the loot in PF and snipes their coffers ww

Carla had been playing casually for a while, and is technically the FC leader for ≪RaD≫, which primarily does housing, glam and a bit of rp on the side. They're also a small community of mod makers, but you didn't hear that here! Carla just happened to help with complicated issues enough times that they asked her to adopt them.

Honest Brute cleared out the FC chest when he left, also stole some sub parts--(like that's basically what he did in canon right,)

Chatty-bot is a bot in the RaD discord server based off a real player Chatty Stick who isn't around as much anymore. They log on now and again to help when Carla asks though!

Allmind is That Person with the extremely normal name and you kind of worry that they might've used their real name in the game? But the way she talks is kinda like a bot and the community is divided on whether she's a bot or not. Hasn't been banned for being a bot though, so who knows...?

≪coral≫ is? was? one of those mass invite FCs, but here, Some FC Drama Probably Happened, Maybe Named Fires Of Ibis, and it was briefly deleted. Some members who weren't as caught up in it remade it a little while later though, and they're rebuilding.

Branch roamed Eureka, and then Bozja for a good long while as a light party - but they've recently gotten into the Variant Dungeons, so they're around a little less, but they're generally down for some BA o/

#coral containment sphere #ac6 #snail has lala energy #and freud has incredible Raider Catgirl energy #and there's a lot more but aaaaaaaaaa this is plenty long already haha #aethersands research facility

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outsiders-apo · 4 months

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I... genuinely don't know what to do

We were doing so well for a while, but it feels like things are starting to go back downhill and I don't know what to say because it feels like I need to address everything at once.

Like, I did not expect Owen to react like that, discovering how I'd died. I mean, sure it was painful, but he was really upset? I guess I just didn't think he cared so much.

I've never really thought anyone cared that much.

It was really painful.

... But anyway! I wanted to talk about some stuff Purple Voice brought up. See, I'm actually one of the exceptions to the whole text thing.

I don't see text exactly. I think I'm a little more immersed in the worlds, so I hear things instead. I'm actually functionally blind! Occasionally, I can see through people's eyes. Mostly Owens. I can also interact with other worlds, which you knew already, the same way.

So yes, when you heard me talking about Owen's brother, I was actually talking about Sparrow Newlife. One of the few exceptions to the same name rule. He's still Owen, just under a different alias.

Can I just say, the thing with Owen and the glitches sound SUPER DISTURBING??? His mouth DOESN'T MOVE????

-Pastry Voice

(P.S: some of my friends and I did an art prompt spin the wheel challenge for the holidays and I got 'RP character' so now PV has fanart which I might post on my main blog later ;))

Owen... he always cares. Even when he's killing me. He still cares. It's a bit difficult to wrap your head around, but I think Owen's biggest fault is that he cares too much and tries too hard not to.

We all care, Pastry Voice. From what I've heard, you're stuck here too, at least to some extent. You're kind to Owen and I, and you want to help. Of course we care. We want to see you happy and we want to see you safe. Same with all the Voices, even the troublesome ones.

Interesting! So Purple Voice sees us through text on a screen, you hear us but don't see us- other than through people's eyes sometimes, of course. As you said. Yeah, it's really strange to me that you guys all seem the same on our end but are so completely different on your end.

"Sparrow Newlife". Huh. That's... that's crazy to me, that there are more of us out there, but different. I wonder if I've had a happy life somewhere, or if they've all been as shit as this one.

And yeah the glitching thing when his mouth doesn't move is creepy as fuck. It freaks me the hell out.

YOOOOO that's so cool,, tag my mainblog if/when you post it??

-felix

#apokuna roleplay #outsiders smp roleplay #voices #pastry voice

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minnesotamedic186 · 2 years

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Mario + Rabbids Incorrect Quotes that me and my mutual @monsterbride99 came up with

There might be some spoilers so be forewarned-

Rabbid Peach = RP

Rabbid Mario = Remmy

Rabbid Luigi = Louie

Rabbid Yoshi = Royo

Rabbid Rosalina = Lina

RP: You ever wanna talk about your emotions Edge? Edge: No Remmy: I do- RP: I know Remmy Remmy: I'm sad- RP: I know Remmy-

*The entire team is sparring against each other for practice, then Luigi messes up* RP: LUIGI! *Everyone jumps at her yelling, then looks at her* RP, sweetly: Can you please not mess this up, we have a battle to win.

Beep-O: Um, Rabbid Luigi, what do you have there-? Louie, holding a soda can in one hand and Bedrock's hand in the other: A soda

Lina, emerging from a giant pile of bubbles in the bathroom: Welcome to Bath & Body Works-

Bowser: Hey, can I have some of that water? Edge: It's not water. Bowser: Vodka! I like your style- Edge: It's vinegar. Bowser: Wha-? Edge: It's vinegar, p***y-

Momma, sweeping all over her garage: I expel these demons of depression and sadness, in the name of our Lord and savior Meryl Streep, gET OUTTA HERE-!

Remmy: Remember one time I liked you? Cursa: No-? Remmy: Good 'cause it never happened-! *Remmy then flips Cursa off with his Dukes*

Louie: Everyone excuse my potty mouth-! Louie to Midnite probably: Shut the f**k up-! Mario, Luigi, and Peach: *shocked* Remmy: *dies laughing* RP, recording on her phone: OOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Lina, looking up from her book: Oh s**t…! Remmy: That's my brother right there-!

Royo, standing on a high ledge with Peach's Boombrella: Is this what you want-? *RP is getting it all on video while Peach worries for Royo's safety* Royo: Come on, strike me down "Augustus"-! Augie, just watching from the water: Royo: You don't have the bal- *Augie then creates a giant wave directed at Royo, electrocuting him via the Boombrella getting wet(you didn't think I was gonna stick to the script did you-?)*

Bwario: This is against my moral compass- Remmy: Your moral compass is a f***ing roulette wheel-!

RP: Why's giving Augie food so important-? Random Rabbid: Augie controls the weather

Phantom: Calling people "Daddy" is gross. Mario: Stop kinkshaming me! Phantom: Kinkshaming is my kink. Mario: …aaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

RP: Lina, wake up! Lina: Five more minutes… RP: You've been in a coma for two years! Lina: …okay, two more minutes-

Daphne: Edge! Is that the Heroes? I'm calling the Weed! *Daphne presses 4:20 on the microwave* Microwave: 420, watcha smokin'?

Edge: I don't wanna be cool anymore! *throws her sword and it ricochets back into her face* Edge, now on the floor: Well, I guess I don't have a choice-

Daphne to the Heroes, after capturing Momma: You're all going to Hell, goodbye!

Phantom, years after the events of Kingdom Battle: Oh hi, thanks for checking in 🎶 I'm still a piece of garbage!🎶

Remmy: Hey how much money do you have? Louie: Uh, 69 cents-? Remmy: You know what means Louie: I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets- ;-;

Lina coming into RP's room: Oh good you're not busy RP, putting on tons of mascara to try and match Edge: Actually Lina, I am busy

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