thecreativeforge

[thecreativeforge]

RECOVERING AFTER THE BIG BATTLE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for conversations after you just went through absolute hell to protect something, get somewhere, or fight your way through hordes of bad guys, adjust as necessary

how are you holding up after that?

they knew we were coming.

i didn't think we were going to survive that.

can you stand? do you need me to help?

take some deep breaths. it's over.

i need a headcount!

there was nothing we could do to stop them.

i've never seen weapons like that before.

don't you dare close your eyes. stay awake for me.

let me go grab you something to drink.

i'm sorry. they didn't make it.

get me a medic.

we won't survive another battle like that.

we should have been more prepared.

the odds were stacked against us.

sound off! who's not dead?

if you're bleeding, tell me now.

don't bullshit me. you're limping. when did you start limping?

just a few more steps and we can rest.

they knew we were coming.

i'm going back for them. you stay here.

there's nothing else we can do to help them.

our world is lost.

i saw you out there, fighting for your life.

i'm sorry i couldn't be there to help you fight them off.

given what i just saw out there, i think your training is complete.

you saved my life.

they were never going to get past you.

we all need time to rest after that.

maybe we should set up camp, take turns keeping watch.

we did it! it's over!

next time, we won't be so lucky.

have you seen [name]? did they make it out?

they were stronger than we expected.

we have to prepare for the second wave.

there's no time to run.

get me the healer.

just lay back down, and i'll take care of you.

you're not going to die, not under my watch.

you showed up the second i needed you, like you heard me.

i don't think i can face a battle like that again.

we got lucky, but the next time they attack, they'll be ready for us.

we cut down their numbers, but they're still strong.

there must be something we can do.

i thought you said you weren't injured!

think you're going to have to go on without me.

i wasn't prepared for any of that.

i need more training.

we can't face that kind of firepower alone.

how long until they send reinforcements?

they've got us trapped here. it's only a matter of time until they come back to finish the job.

there has to be some other way to defeat them.

we underestimated their power.

thanks for coming back for me.

we need to come up with a better strategy.

#//memes

[thecreativeforge]

Riding his bike was always a treat, but getting to show her off to someone like Dick? Now, that was the cherry on top of the cream. Regardless of the man's presence or not, his bike was his pride and joy, among a few other things in life that brought him some semblance of personal happiness. Cruising through the streets with this vehicle was always a pleasure, and he knew Gotham like the back of his hand; he knew just the right path to make every ride the best ride.

Jason felt Dick tucking his fingers through his beltloops, taking the opportunity to speed up a little as they zoomed through the streets of Gotham to their destination in Park Row. He had perfect control over his bike, every twist, and every turn smooth and calculated in spite of the speed he was going through. Dick's grip didn't tighten; he seemed to be trusting him enough to not drop him off the bike, either.

The ride wasn't long. When the bike finally came to a gradual stop, they were around the outskirts of Crime Alley, close to the pier side. There were several warehouses sprinkling the area alongside other industrial buildings that may or may not be in use - it was difficult to tell during nighttime. The warehouse Jason was approaching, however, was no doubt quite active: Several men and women circled the building outside, and the lights coming from the windows indicated of its activity. Some heads turned to watch the approaching bike, but no weapons drawn and no shouting were heard; they all knew that bike and the person in the helm. The only raised brows that did appear on a few expressions were probably due to the presence of the new guy, Freddie.

Jason made a full stop and waited quietly for 'Freddie' to dismount the bike. Once he did, Jason placed it in parking and looked around. Some people liked to refer to this place as a base of his operations, but it wasn't entirely true; Jason had no singular base, having been taught well to never place all your eggs in one basket, and his the apartment he did truly own was nowhere anyone he was close with knew of. This warehouse, like a few other places in Park Row, was a place he held control over for a long time. Hence, no one came about to try and take it from him. Yet. It was under his protection.

Jason cast a glance over to Dick almost automatically, as if he was trying to gouge out his reaction. "Welcome to the Doghouse." He told the man, reaching out a hand to grab the helmet from him. "... I didn't name it. One of the others thought it was funny, and I guess it just stuck."

Jason scoffed out a laugh as Dick said he could bring his own ride and race, revving the engine as he positioned himself comfortably with Dick's added weight in the back. "It's adorable that you think you even stand a chance." While Jason knew Dick was an adept mechanic, Jason had too much pride in his own handiwork on his ride to even imagine Dick's ride could be on the same level as his. This baby was his pride and joy, customized to the smallest detail; Jason spent a lot of time, money, and love getting her fixed just right. It'd be a cold day in hell if he won't fight for her reputation, which ultimately reflected on his pwn, given the work he put into her.

He didn't wait for Dick's response before he set out to the streets again, making his way to his own turf. Word would undoubtedly spread fast as fire, just as he was sure the word about Freddie being his new lieutenant did already. He wondered if Roman was really the one behind the explosion, trying to peek his ugly head out again and start something he couldn't finish. Whether it was him or not didn't matter, really; whoever it was, they had hell to pay, and it was going to come straight to them.

#deadandred #dramatisperscnae #//ic

[thecreativeforge]

Rashad got caught off guard as Corinthian took hold of his wrist with more force than usual, making him flinch, and his smile disappeared as soon as the nightmare loomed over him as if his warning was more of a threat. Usually, Rashad would have taken that behavior with stride, unbothered by the man's aggressive displays of affection - but he was drunk and frazzled, causing him to shrink at Corinthian's obvious agitation at his lighthearted approach to danger.

He turned silent as the nightmare let go of his wrist, rubbing it gently and staring at the scarred skin for a few moments. He eventually directed his attention back to his belongings, only packing a few more things before clumsily strapping the backpack on himself, combing his hair out of his face with his fingers.

"Ready..." He murmured, avoiding any eye contact with his irritated companion, walking to the door. "Let's... Let's go."

Send 💥 for your muse to witness mine being surrounded and beaten up.

((Rashad))

Oh, this certainly wasn't where he thought he would end up after Corinthian took off to have a solo venture around the small town. Given, some of the people here might be from every nook and cranny in this land as this touristic town didn't really filter through anyone that came here, but he didn't imagine he would encounter such volatile - and admittedly dangerous - people all the way out here.

He supposed he wasn't entirely innocent. Taking to try a set of new drinks down at the local tavern sounded like a good idea at first, until he realized the alcohol percentage was probably higher than he thought and it was clouding his judgement. The next thought he had was how funny it would be to use Prestidigitation and cause a crackling noise to scare one of the patrons sitting about at the further tables, inevitably causing the man to choke on the current stew he was eating and fall off his chair. Next thing he knows, he was trapped in a sphere of Silence to prevent him from casting, and beaten fiercely by a bunch of mercenaries.

While he was a rather decent fighter with his trusted scimitar, he couldn't summon it now even if he desperately wanted to. One of them held his arms behind his back as the other kept digging his heel further into his side with every kick, causing Rashad another fit of coughing fresh blood.

In hindsight, this was a bad idea. He wasn't the best drinker, and he knew he was an even more terrible drunk. Why wasn't his patron helping him? Well, this was... A question for later, he supposed. He was sure wherever the Sultan was, he was probably enjoying the show.

#forgedinfire #eyeless-smiles #//ic

[thecreativeforge]

Dick's hips started moving, slow and steady, each thrust emphasized as Roy felt him moving inside of him in a sensation warped into odd pleasure unlike anything he experienced before. He was unable to help the moans that made his lips part with hot breaths before being sealed by a desiring kiss, one he eagerly returned as his free hand trailed to rest against the back of Dick's neck, fingers tangling in dark locks of hair.

His legs pressed to Dick's sides but didn't quite wrap around them yet, still adjusting, and he was glad Dick didn't give him too much time to linger on stillness; his beloved was never good at staying still. Feeling daring, he rolled his hips just once with the motion, if only to test how it felt like - only to immediately shudder at the intense surge of pleasure blooming through him as he felt Dick press to deeper nethers inside of him.

"Fuck, Dick..." He groaned out quietly, so close to Dick's face there was no need to go above a whisper, their heated breaths mingling. "You feel so good...!"

Roy made a soft grunt as the fingers retracted, feeling the emptiness they left in their stead before he watched Dick briefly prepare. He’d admit he was a little nervous, but it was the good kind of nervous — it was anticipation mixed with excitement and the understanding that even if there was some pain involved, which Roy expected there to be some at least in the beginning, it was not to do any harm. Besides, he had experienced a lot worse, with the vigilantism and his chronic pain.

He was getting distracted. His focus shifted once more as Dick aligned himself, fingers intertwining, and Roy squeezed a gentle hold as he watched Dick with baited breath before feeling him push in. The motion had him seeing stars. Roy leaned his head back, shutting his eyes tight as he arched, moaning out through shuddering breaths. His fingers curled into skin, the ones holding Dick’s hand tightened as the ones resting on Dick’s shoulder dug into the soft flesh under them.

He couldn’t help but curse aloud, trying to adjust to it, how Dick filled him so perfectly as he tried not to clamp down on the man.

#redbullseye #dramatisperscnae #//ic #nsfw

[thecreativeforge]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

#//memes

[thecreativeforge]

gestures that get me going

many of these are meant to be spicy (i've been on my horny bullshit lately LOL), but some can be used in any kind of interactions, be them fluffy, smutty, antagonistic, romantic, anything. feel free to combine prompts & change/add any pronouns/descriptor words/etc that may be useful! softer things are more towards the bottom. add '+↺' to reverse sender and receiver!

[ SHIELD ] — sender steps in front of receiver protectively [ HEADLOCK ] — sender puts receiver in a headlock from behind [ COLLAR ] — sender grabs receiver by the collar of their shirt to pull their faces close together [ TIE ] — sender grabs receiver by their tie to pull their faces close together [ HAIR ] — sender pulls receiver's head back by their hair from behind [ MOUTH ] — sender puts their palm over receiver's mouth from behind to keep them quiet [ BUCKLE ] — sender begins to undo receiver's belt buckle [ LOOP ] — sender threads their fingers into the belt loops on receiver's pants [ POCKET ] — sender sticks their fingers into the pockets of receiver's pants (bonus: specify if they're the front pockets or the back pockets) [ BUTTON ] — sender undoes the buttons of receiver's shirt [ THROAT ] — sender lightly grazes along receiver's throat from behind [ CHOKE ] — sender puts a light to moderate amount of pressure on receiver's throat from behind [ CHEST ] — sender lightly grazes along receiver's chest from behind [ SIT ] — sender gently squeezes receiver's ass when they sit on sender's lap [ TOUCH ] — sender feels up receiver's abs [ SMOOTH ] — sender gently rubs their palm along receiver's bare ass [ MASSAGE ] — sender gently rubs their palms along receiver's bare back [ RUB ] — sender gently rubs their palms along receiver's bare thighs [ FEEL ] — sender gently rubs their palm between receiver's legs [ LICK ] — sender gently licks along receiver's nipples [ EASE ] — sender encourages receiver's legs open [ PULL ] — sender pulls receiver's pants/undergarments down out of the way of their ass [ WORSHIP ] — sender kisses and licks along receiver's tattoo(s) (specify if receiver has multiple) [ RING ] — sender kisses and licks along receiver's piercing(s) (specify if receiver has multiple) [ NIBBLE ] — sender nibbles against the shell/lobe of receiver's ear [ BITE ] — sender gently bites down on receiver's lower lip as they kiss [ SMOOCH ] — sender presses gentle kisses down the back of receiver's neck [ KISS ] — sender presses a bunch of little kisses along receiver's face [ GRAB ] — sender playfully squeezes some stray pudge on receiver's belly [ PLAY ] — sender playfully squeezes some stray pudge on receiver's thigh [ POKE ] — sender grabs onto receiver's love handles [ LIE ] — sender rests their head on receiver's chest to hear their heartbeat [ LINK ] — sender hooks their pinkie with receiver's [ REST ] — sender rests their chin on receiver's shoulder from behind [ GAME ] — sender traces lines to connect receiver's moles/other body marks into a bigger shape [ COVER ] — sender covers receiver's eyes from behind before removing them to reveal a big surprise [ WRITE ] — sender writes 'i love you' with their finger on an exposed part of receiver's skin (bonus: specify where)

#//memes

[thecreativeforge]

So I finally got around to update the broken links of my carrd, and... Decided to switch from Carrd altogether since it wasn't working for a multimuse. I moved everything to a very simple google docs here, and the link is also in the pinned post. ✨

#//ooc

[thecreativeforge]

PROMPTS FROM THE SONGS ON TIME LIFE'S ULTIMATE LOVE SONGS COLLECTION - YES, THAT COMMERCIAL *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary. "cauuuseee i'm your laaaaady (imagine owning the world's greatest love songs)... and you are my maaann..."

your voice is warm and tender.

i'm your lady, and you are my man.

whenever you reach for me, i'll do all that i can.

i am always by your side.

sometimes i am frightened.

i'm ready to learn.

i could hardly believe it when i heard the news today.

i had to come and get it straight from you.

they said you were leaving.

from the look upon your face, i see it's true.

tell me how am i supposed to live without you?

how am i supposed to carry on?

i didn't come here to break down.

a dream of mine is coming to an end.

how can i blame you?

it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star.

if love can see us through, then we'll be together.

your love is all i'll ever need.

i look in your eyes and there i see what happiness really means.

the love that we share makes life so sweet.

here and now, i promise to love faithfully.

nothing can take your love away.

i believe in love.

now i know i've succeeded.

i'll be eternally grateful.

come back again.

i want you to stay next time.

don't wake me up too soon.

unforgettable. that's what you are.

have i told you lately that i love you?

have i told you there's no one else above you?

you fill my heart with gladness.

somehow, you make it better.

every time you go away, you take a piece of me with you.

i'll always love you for the rest of my days.

you gave me hope when i needed someone near.

you have made my life complete.

tell me, who could ask for more?

when i kiss your lips, i start to shiver.

when i'm in your arms, nothing seems to matter.

i don't care how you get here. just get here if you can.

if i had my way, then surely you would be closer.

i need you closer.

still, i can't figure out what went wrong.

i'd still do anything for you.

i can pretend each time i see you that i don't care and i don't need you.

i've learned so much from you.

if you fall, i will catch you.

you said "go slow."

you know our love was meant to be.

i want you here with me from tonight until the end of time.

you're always on my mind.

you're the meaning in my life.

no one needs you more than i need you.

i want to see you clearly.

these dreams go on when i close my eyes.

i see the questions in your eyes.

i'll never break your heart.

i'll love you with every beat of my heart.

wherever you go, whatever you do, i will be right here waiting for you.

i'm stuck on you.

i guess it's time for me to come on home.

so hard to see that a woman like you could wait around for a man like me.

#//memes

[thecreativeforge]

"Oh, I suppose that's... that's true..." He slurred a little as he fumbled with a few of his shirts, clumsily shoving them into his backpack of holding. He didn't really seem phased by the notion of murder, but that much wasn't news anymore.

He snorted out a laugh as Corinthian asked what did he do to piss the men off, rubbing his face a little as he recalled the details. "I was just playing a silly, ol' prank, really. I used this... Harmless spell to make this popping crackling noise behind one of the guys while he was eating and, uh... And apparently, he started choking on his stew." He elaborates with an equally goofy grin. "It was soooo funny! I... I guess I was the only one who thought it was funny, 'cause I was the knly one laughing..." He trailed off as he picked up his swimwear, putting it into the backpack as well. It was a little sad he didn't really get to use it.

"They started talking to me, so I... Talked back and, um... Next thing you know, I'm getting my ass kicked." He chuckled and rubbed his side. "Still kinda hurts, really..."

Send 💥 for your muse to witness mine being surrounded and beaten up.

((Rashad))

Oh, this certainly wasn't where he thought he would end up after Corinthian took off to have a solo venture around the small town. Given, some of the people here might be from every nook and cranny in this land as this touristic town didn't really filter through anyone that came here, but he didn't imagine he would encounter such volatile - and admittedly dangerous - people all the way out here.

He supposed he wasn't entirely innocent. Taking to try a set of new drinks down at the local tavern sounded like a good idea at first, until he realized the alcohol percentage was probably higher than he thought and it was clouding his judgement. The next thought he had was how funny it would be to use Prestidigitation and cause a crackling noise to scare one of the patrons sitting about at the further tables, inevitably causing the man to choke on the current stew he was eating and fall off his chair. Next thing he knows, he was trapped in a sphere of Silence to prevent him from casting, and beaten fiercely by a bunch of mercenaries.

While he was a rather decent fighter with his trusted scimitar, he couldn't summon it now even if he desperately wanted to. One of them held his arms behind his back as the other kept digging his heel further into his side with every kick, causing Rashad another fit of coughing fresh blood.

In hindsight, this was a bad idea. He wasn't the best drinker, and he knew he was an even more terrible drunk. Why wasn't his patron helping him? Well, this was... A question for later, he supposed. He was sure wherever the Sultan was, he was probably enjoying the show.

#forgedinfire #eyeless-smiles #//ic

[thecreativeforge]

IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS . // ⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — do you have any skills that you are absolutely grateful you have and that mean a lot to you? how do you usually use these skills? would they come in handy if someone you cared about was in trouble? (For Willow?)

"That is an interesting question." Willow pondered aloud. "I suppose that I am grateful for my voice mimicking ability, even if I am not grateful for how I got it. Without this ability, I suppose I would have remained completely mute for the rest of my life. Not that being mute is a problem — i found myself prefer prefer the intimacy and physical emotion of sign language to the emptiness of verbal words many times before. Or just if to wave off someone you really don't want to talk to." She answered.

"I suppose there is some use to the espionage skills I acquired during my time as an information broker, too. You learn to read the room, read people, anticipate moves, and adapt to certain situations you normally would either run or feel uncomfortable with. You learn to temper your emotions. Some people think it's just playing it cold and distant, but that's not the case part of the time. You just learn not to get emotionally attached, I suppose, but you can definitely fake emotion in a convincing enough way to get what you need. Mimicking voices helps; you'll be surprised to see how people react to different types of voices." She sighed.

"Would it come in handy if someone I knew was in trouble? Depends on the trouble. It's not much of a combat skill. I guess if it had to do with negotiation, then maybe I would have a chance."

@masquenoire

#wordstobespoken #masquenoire #//asks

[thecreativeforge]

Shipping and Handling [and jason too why not XD]

I haven't gotten to play around with Jason romantically and/or sexually yet (which is something I am definitely looking forward to 😏), but to me, he seems like a guy who appreciates some good one on one quality time together. He would mostly prefer something indoors, a quiet hangout watching a movie, or maybe just sitting together while reading or taking part in other hobbies. He also doesn't mind going out to see a movie or eat lunch, but he prefers to stay away from crowded places if he has any say in it.

I imagine Jason as a bit of a softie when you get to truly know him, but he certainly needs to trust you blindly in order to show that side of him. He'll always have a rough exterior given everything he's been through, and his love gestures may be a bit crass, clumsy or rough around the edges for some people, but you'll have a special place in his heart if you give him the space to be safely vulnerable with you.

He's can be a ruthless, fierce vigilante — that much is not a secret. You don't have to agree with all his methods, but if you'll actively try to drastically change him or judge hus character by idealistic standards that just cannot apply to him, Jason is likely to be more annoyed than anything with you. Trust is the name of the game here, and Jason is a hard man to trust or to earn his trust. You get that, you're on the right path.

He really likes to work on both his guns and his bike. They are his treasured possessions, considering he doesn't really keep too many personal items around (or at least not ones readily available for anyone to spot). If you share the same interests, it'll likely earn you bonus points.

He has moments of traumatic flashbacks to the Lazarus pit, as well as the moments of his torture, death, and resurrection. He can be triggered, and he usually shuts down and closes off when that happens so he won't hurt anyone or turn unintentionally aggressive on someone he cares for. Be patient with him, he'll greatly appreciate it.

That's all I can think of for now. Maybe more will come up when I get to test him out a little more! 🤭

@dramatisperscnae

#deadandred #dramatisperscnae #//asks

[thecreativeforge]

Roy quirked a furrowed brow as he watched the dealmaker jump on a stack of boxes, extending itself to try and indicate the size of the beast. The description matched nothing he was familiar with nor anything he encountered in the forest recently. If it truly lurked the woods, surely he would have seen or heard something of this size and magnitude, right?

He continued walking but kept listening to the details he was given, scoffing a moment at the empty flattery. Though Roy would have liked to consider himself a great archer, he was hardly ever capable of truly giving himself this kind of credit. "And what if it doesn't?" He asked the smaller man, still wandering through the market. "What if my arrows fail? What will happen then?"

A monster in the forest? He would have heard of it, surely. He hunts so often that the forest feels like a natural habitat for him, he knows most of its ins and outs by heart... Surely something as destructive as a magical monster would call for his attention. Then again, Roy was also aware there were many things he didn't know, and didn't have the capability of knowing.

Roy looked at the dealmaker from the corner of his eyes as he continued to plead, insisting that his master cannot help him on this matter for some reason or another. Suspicious, but everything about this creature was suspicious to begin with. But if the forest was on the line, he was prepared to go risk it.

"What kind of a monster are we talking about?" He asked as he continued to walk. "If I'm to kill it, I need to know how to prepare."

#redbullseye #hacker-codeq #//ic

[thecreativeforge]

Jason scoffed out a laugh as Dick said he could bring his own ride and race, revving the engine as he positioned himself comfortably with Dick's added weight in the back. "It's adorable that you think you even stand a chance." While Jason knew Dick was an adept mechanic, Jason had too much pride in his own handiwork on his ride to even imagine Dick's ride could be on the same level as his. This baby was his pride and joy, customized to the smallest detail; Jason spent a lot of time, money, and love getting her fixed just right. It'd be a cold day in hell if he won't fight for her reputation, which ultimately reflected on his pwn, given the work he put into her.

He didn't wait for Dick's response before he set out to the streets again, making his way to his own turf. Word would undoubtedly spread fast as fire, just as he was sure the word about Freddie being his new lieutenant did already. He wondered if Roman was really the one behind the explosion, trying to peek his ugly head out again and start something he couldn't finish. Whether it was him or not didn't matter, really; whoever it was, they had hell to pay, and it was going to come straight to them.

@thecreativeforge from x

The bike got a grin, Dick somehow entirely unsurprised that this was Jason's preferred mode of transport. The Red Hood really just did not seem the car type for some reason; not unless it was either a fully-tricked out muscle car or a custom-modified humvee, anyway. Dick didn't even try to hide his admiration for the motorcycle, either. She was clearly a custom job, and one that Jason just as clearly took a lot of pride in.

Catching the helmet Dick pulled it on easily, swinging onto the back of the bike without any hint of complaint. "One of these days I'll have to bring my ride out, we can race," he laughed. Dick preferred his motorcycle to his car himself just for the pure convenience and freedom of it. The Nightbird had her uses, absolutely, and she was invaluable for some things, but given the choice Dick would almost always go for his bike. "Let's go."

#deadandred #dramatisperscnae #//ic

[thecreativeforge]

"L... Leave?" Rashad murmured quietly as he leaned sideways against the wall by the entrance, glazed eyes watching as the nightmare fumbled with the lock and key. "But we... We were having so much fun! It's just a... Small fire, no one is gonna get mad or somethin'..." He trailed off a bit as the door opened, his expression notably changing into a disappointed pout.

"Are you... Are you mad at me?" He asked after a brief pause of silence, turning to look back at Corinthian and reaching out a hand to cup his cheek. "I'm sorry... I'm really too out of it, aren't I..." He breathed in sharply and let go of his cheek, fumbling inside, defeated and deflated. "I'mma... I'm gonna pack..." He mumbled to himself as he wandered down the hallway, making his way to the bedroom to get his stuff, or at least whatever he thought was important enough to pack in his state.

Send 💥 for your muse to witness mine being surrounded and beaten up.

((Rashad))

Oh, this certainly wasn't where he thought he would end up after Corinthian took off to have a solo venture around the small town. Given, some of the people here might be from every nook and cranny in this land as this touristic town didn't really filter through anyone that came here, but he didn't imagine he would encounter such volatile - and admittedly dangerous - people all the way out here.

He supposed he wasn't entirely innocent. Taking to try a set of new drinks down at the local tavern sounded like a good idea at first, until he realized the alcohol percentage was probably higher than he thought and it was clouding his judgement. The next thought he had was how funny it would be to use Prestidigitation and cause a crackling noise to scare one of the patrons sitting about at the further tables, inevitably causing the man to choke on the current stew he was eating and fall off his chair. Next thing he knows, he was trapped in a sphere of Silence to prevent him from casting, and beaten fiercely by a bunch of mercenaries.

While he was a rather decent fighter with his trusted scimitar, he couldn't summon it now even if he desperately wanted to. One of them held his arms behind his back as the other kept digging his heel further into his side with every kick, causing Rashad another fit of coughing fresh blood.

In hindsight, this was a bad idea. He wasn't the best drinker, and he knew he was an even more terrible drunk. Why wasn't his patron helping him? Well, this was... A question for later, he supposed. He was sure wherever the Sultan was, he was probably enjoying the show.

#forgedinfire #eyeless-smiles #//ic

[thecreativeforge]

Roy made a soft grunt as the fingers retracted, feeling the emptiness they left in their stead before he watched Dick briefly prepare. He'd admit he was a little nervous, but it was the good kind of nervous — it was anticipation mixed with excitement and the understanding that even if there was some pain involved, which Roy expected there to be some at least in the beginning, it was not to do any harm. Besides, he had experienced a lot worse, with the vigilantism and his chronic pain.

He was getting distracted. His focus shifted once more as Dick aligned himself, fingers intertwining, and Roy squeezed a gentle hold as he watched Dick with baited breath before feeling him push in. The motion had him seeing stars. Roy leaned his head back, shutting his eyes tight as he arched, moaning out through shuddering breaths. His fingers curled into skin, the ones holding Dick's hand tightened as the ones resting on Dick's shoulder dug into the soft flesh under them.

He couldn't help but curse aloud, trying to adjust to it, how Dick filled him so perfectly as he tried not to clamp down on the man.

Roy’s let out a short whine before muttering another cuss as Dick started moving his fingers per his request. Slow, methodical; Roy could feel every inch, his breath shuddering as the pressure intensified. However, it didn’t really translate to pain as it his body translated it to pleasure, his moan quiet and frequent with every push and every pull. His lips met Dick’s a little too eagerly, Roy’s brows knit together into a bit of a scrunched expression Roy wasn’t quite aware of.

His free hand moved around Dick instead, resting on the back of his neck as he kept him close. Dick’s words sent a jolt of excitement down his spine, reminding him of his own aching arousal, and he closed his eyes as he pressed another firm, wanting kiss to those luscious, tempting lips. “Just a little more…” He managed to speak, and it was almost making his brow sweat how hard it was to concentrate on uttering anything coherent now.

This went for a short bit, Roy lapping every moment of preparation, even going as far as to try rolling his hips once with Dick’s motions just to give it a test. But, eventually, he wanted more. “I…” Was he ready? He’ll never know until he tried. “I’m ready. I think.”

#redbullseye #dramatisperscnae #//ic #nsfw

[thecreativeforge]

THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE (2000) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

how shall i do it?

oh, is that hard to believe?

is this really the best you could do?

check out this piece of work.

i'm here because i received a summons.

word on the street is you can fix my problem.

the drinks were a bit on the warm side.

okay, i admit it. maybe i wasn’t as nice as i should have been.

do you really want to kill me?

so is everything ready for tonight?

i thought we’d start off with a soup and a light salad, and then see how we feel after that.

we’re about to go over a huge waterfall.

bring it on.

you got all that, honey?

what about dinner?

all right. a quick cup of coffee.

but what does that have to do with anything?

you’re sort of confusing me.

how did you get back here before us?

by all accounts, it doesn’t make sense.

i never liked your spinach puffs.

ah. should have seen that coming.

you know what, you could have told me that before i set it up.

now you stop being hard on yourself. all is forgiven.

it’s not the first time i was tossed out of a window, and it won’t be the last.

what can i say? i’m a rebel.

i can’t believe this is happening!

break the door down!

are you kidding me? this is hand-carved mahogany.

so you lied to me.

couldn’t pull the wool over your eyes, huh.

why did i risk my life for a selfish brat like you?

i was always taught that there was some good in everyone, but, oh, you proved me wrong.

now i feel really bad.

you threw off my groove!

he didn’t pay his check.

this had better be good!

this is the last time we take directions from a squirrel.

yeah, like that would ever happen.

will you take a look at this?

oh, is that hard to believe?

just thought i’d give you a heads up.

what do you mean the door’s stuck? try jiggling the handle.

you’re the criminal mastermind here, not me.

just leave me alone.

it’s my birthday gift to me. i’m so happy.

hey, it doesn’t always have to be about you.

uh, he doesn’t really wanna talk to you.

hey, did you see that sky today? talk about blue.

don’t drink the wine.

our moment of triumph approaches!

oh, he’s doing his own theme music.

i’m so glad i was unconscious for all of this.

you’re not just gonna let him die like that, are you?

don’t listen to that guy.

if it were me, i’d march right back there and demand to see him.

you just saved my life!

believe it or not, i think i need a bath.

maybe i’m just new to this whole rescuing thing, but this, to me, might be considered kind of a step backwards.

i ate a bug today!

what is this guy babbling about?

i’ll be sure to tell him you stopped by.

i gotta go wash something.

anything sounds bad when you say it with that attitude.

let me guess, you have a great personality.

thanks for going back on your promise!

how long has that been there?

someday you’re gonna wind up all alone, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.

hmm. don’t know, don’t care. how’s that?

for the last time, it was not a kiss.

#//memes

[thecreativeforge]

okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send me your headcanons for my muse. ( bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )

#//memes