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BLIZZARD PROMPTS.
it's november which means it's winter, so here u go! i wanted these to be kinda dramatic and intense, but i'll be making some cozier fluffier ones as time passes! DO NOT ADD OR EDIT THIS LIST! but always feel free to add [ REVERSE ] to one of the actions to reverse the roles!
[ RACE ]: sender sprints out into a blizzard to rescue a freezing and disorientated receiver.
[ BUNDLE ]: sender removes their coat to wrap it around a visibly shivering receiver.
[ WARM ]: sender vigorously rubs the receiver's arms in a bid to warm them up after being exposed to a winter storm outside.
[ SHELTER ]: sender hastily guides the receiver to a nearby shelter for them to wait out the storm together safely.
[ PREPARE ]: sender ties a length of rope around their waist and the receiver's waist in order to safely stay together as they prepare to go out into the storm.
[ BREATHE ]: sender takes the receiver's cold hands and begins to gently blow warm air over them in an effort to keep the receiver warm.
[ HOLD ]: sender takes the receiver's hands and holds them together in order to keep them warm during a cold spell.
[ EMBRACE ]: sender wraps their arms around the receiver and holds them close in an effort to conserve body heat during a snow storm.
[ AID ]: sender begins to either guide, drag, or physically carry a weakened receiver through a blizzard to safety.
[ CALL ]: having been separated from the receiver during a blizzard, the sender begins to call out their name in order to guide them back to each other and reunite safely.
[ PUSH ]: having just rescued the receiver from a blizzard, the sender insists on pushing the receiver closer to a fire to warm them up first.
[ POUR ]: sender pours the receiver a hot drink after finding shelter from a freezing snow-storm.
[ EXTRA ]: sender wraps an extra blanket around the shivering receiver after having been exposed to a blizzard outside.
[ SPARK ]: the sender builds a make-shift fire in a hurry in order to warm up a freezing receiver during a snow storm.
[ SHARE ]: the sender opens out their blanket to share it with the receiver during a snow storm, pulling them closer against them to share their body heat.
DIALOGUE PROMPTS.
" come on! we need to get you out of this cold! "
" follow my voice! keep calling my name, i can't see you in the storm! "
" oh, god, you're freezing... come on, put your arms around my neck. that's it, good job... let's get you inside. "
" i g-got lost... separated from my group... p-please, it's so cold, i'm so c-cold... "
" here, take my coat... you'll freeze to death in no time if you don't. "
" drink some tea, okay? warm yourself up from the inside. it's not my worst effort, but granted, it's not my best either. "
" hey, hey, stay with me! i know you're thinking you're tired, but you're not; you're freezing, and sleeping will not help keep you warm, okay? keep moving. come on, we're almost there... "
" you know how to light a fire without matches? all we have is a broken lighter and some sticks and stones. "
" don't be stubborn, okay? we need to share the bed, conserve our body heat. come on. if i wanted to seduce you, i've got better moves than hypothermia. "
" you didn't bring a jacket or anything?! i told you to wrap up warm, you dumbass! "
" don't be getting all mad at me, okay? i saw you in the middle of a blizzard, i ran out to rescue your idiotic butt. no time to figure out zips and buckles when i've got to be the local hero, right? "
" what the hell are you doing out here?! are you crazy?! it's negative fifty billion degrees and getting colder by the minute! come on, come with me! "
" i can't see a damn thing in this storm; keep holding on to me, okay? last thing we want is to get separated! "
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if ever you find symbolism in my writing please tell me i’d like to know about it too
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☆OPEN☆
☆Vanny☆
☆Five Nights At Freddy's: Security Breach☆
Hidden away somewhere in the recesses of the building, underground in the quiet garages, she had her back pressed as firmly to a wall as possible, her heart was racing and her vision blurring. How could this happen, how could she /let/ this happen. There was blood everywhere, her blood, she couldn't stand it..
She couldn't stand the coppery smell.
It was so much different when it was her own, pumping out of her own body. She was so used to seeing it, but compared to her own shape and limbs it seemed far too much.
Finally she gathered the courage to actually try to assess the wound in her shoulder with her free hand shaking horribly. Fingers carefully sliding over the bloody area she secured a tear in the fabric, yanking it downward to expose her bare arm. Despite being covered, it still had a generous coating of crimson, enough to be seen in the barely there light. She began to wonder how bad of a wound it was, or if it just dispurst a lot of blood. She hoped for the second.
Once again shaky fingers tried to examine the wound in the darkness, all she could hear was her own heavy breathing.
Im... out...
You'll know how to take care of it if you quit fucking around.
She couldn't breath. In... out... i...i...
With a slightly panicked hand she flings it upward into the base of the mask, causing the object to fly off, hitting the ground with a thud and rolling a bit. There was a sickening crack as the mechanics inside broke upon impact. Something deep in the back of her mind said she'd need to fix it later, but that was the furthest thing from her current thoughts.
In...in...
In.... out.... in....
She couldn't focus, she wanted to vomit.
Finally she gathered enough thought to finish what she started. She gave a grunt of pain as she dug her own fingers into the wound to grab the object embedded in it, and harshly ripping it from its bloody flesh prison.
She emitted som kind of yowl as she did so, and the sound echoed along the halls, bouncing off every surface, every wall, the concrete floors, the concrete ceilings. The piece she pulled from her shoulder, hard plastic or metal, (she didn't know), fell from her hand and hit the concrete floor with a "plink!" Type noise.
There was obviously more blood and a small sense of panic flashed through her mind.
Inhaling a breath as deeply as she could she slid down the wall. As she did a tool sticking out from the metal shelving next to her sliced a gash in her thigh, without even thinking another pain filled yelp escaped her, how could she be so careless.
If she wasn't shaking before she was now. An unsteady hand found the fresh spot of warm fabric newly soaked in blood. This was great. This was fine. She was fine.
She gives a harsh breath before slowly she brings her free hand and arm to the open space left of her until it hits the metal shelving at her elbow and palm. It only a few inches away. She slowly runs her arm upward along it's design until her forearm hit the protruding object in question. Slowly running her fingers along it to avoid both hurting herself further and releasing it and who knows what else from where it's lodged.
It was just a screwdriver, thank God.
The metal tip of the tool was coated in a mixture of mechanical lubricant and blood. Nice.
Okay.
With that in mind, and a sickeningly airy feeling she let her head fall back against the wall. It gave a thud, and even hurt a bit, but that was quickly overshadowed by every other source of pain.
Trying to regain herself she once again went for the screwdriver, wiggling it back and forth to dislodge it from its cluttered prison of tool boxes and various work parts.
Freeing it came with the cost of a light shower of screws and bolts, the metal raining down and bouncing around on the cold floor seemed to echo forever.
She hated it.
She hadn't realised she left a literal trail through the harsh concrete corridors of parts and service.
#fnaf#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#vanny#fnaf vanny#fnaf sb vanny#ep#roleplay#literate rp#literate roleplay#main stripeixii
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The main stage of the pizzaplex was alive, full of heavy thrumming of the song being played. The stage was lit in alternating purple and pink lights. Who took Center stage was Ballora, alone (or assumed she’s alone). She’s jamming out for once, to see what it’s like, to experience what the Glamrocks do.
“Welcome to the chaos.
No there's never gonna be a way out.
Nobody's gonna save us.
Can't you see that this is our fate now?
You can run and you can hide,
But it's all in your mind..”
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Looking for some lit fnaf roleplayexrs
I have an assortment really feeling
☆Ballora (SL, Room For One More, Cleithrophobia)
☆Jereny (HW)
☆Luis (HW)
☆Michael Afton
☆Gregory (SB, GGY)
☆Vanessa (SB)
☆Vanny (SB, scv au)
☆Stanley (Room For One More)
☆Hudson (What We Found)
☆Jessica (Frailty)
▪︎Extremely open to just about any character interacting!
▪︎Willing to move over to a different platform
#stripes breaking character#ballora#glamrock ballora#fnaf sl#fnaf fazbear frights#fazbear frights#fnaf tftp#tftp#tales from the pizzaplex#fnaf jeremy#fnaf vr#fnaf vr hw#fnaf hw jeremy#fnaf hw luis#michael afton#foxybro#fnaf sb#fnaf gregory#fnaf vanessa#fnaf hw vanessa#fnaf hw vanny#fnaf vanny#fazbear frights stanley#fazbear frights hudson#tftp jessica#fnaf stanley#fnaf hudson#fnaf#rp
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(( he's so cute lol ))
This small detour on their oath was more than adorable, and vanny couldn't help but smile despite her mask covering it.
"Yeah... I like them too, of all the weird robots here I like these little guys the best. Just wait until one follows you around beeping." She finished with a bit of a laugh.
@evan-aft0n
Vanny nodded slowly a moment, and gave one last curious glance before she move to lead him through the now rather closed building. The night shift was busy, but not really with people.
"The food selection probably isn't the biggest..." She mumbled as she glanced down to him. She was seemingly unphased by the mechanical staff,, but if this kid is as he says he is, it may be startling to him...
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☆Viktor☆
Being new to the trade definitely was not his only problem, as he was lost in the building's structure and arcetexture as well. New things all around on this Monday morning, he guessed.
Glancing around he did his best to take in ith area to find the best possible route while drifting along the perimeter of the main lobby area. He had definitely looked through the building lay out, even walked through it twice; once when searching for his scheduled in person interview, and twice, after recieving confirmation he was very likely to get a position. Of course, it was a bit against his peers who simply suggested studying verbal direction as a map, though as it was now, Viktor had forgotten.
He produced a small huff mixed with a hum out of his own dissapointment as well as humor. Of course this would happen, it seemed to often go this kind of way.
Hearing what he thought was the soundor an elevator off to his right, he glanced over just to see the contraption open. He was surprised he even managed to hear it over the bustling crowd of the morning.
With his brief victory he begins a fast walk in that direction, though quickly realizes he's just a bit too far to try and catch it that way, so it turns into a jog, almost a run.
He managed to get to the elevator in a timely manner and honestly, thank God. Slipping in the doors a flashed a warm smile and nod of thanks to the dark haired man in front of him now. Sure it was probably a little awkward, but damn did he have a smile.
Viktor wasn't too sure being late on his first day because he managed to get lost would be the best first impression, especially if he didn't seem as experienced in the trade, all together it would just look bad, probably.
He resisted the urge to fully deflate as the elevator doors closed. If he were alone, he might. Instead he looked breifly to the other standing the there before down to his own feet for a moment exhaling the soft start of an unfinished laugh.
Right before everyone left the newsroom last Friday, the editor had called Yuuri into his office.
With bated breath and anxiety washing over him, making him remember all the small mistakes he’d committed over the last several months working at this company, he went to the office. He knew he was going to be fired, either because of the one time he’d been late handing in the amount of work two people should be assigned on instead of one, because of the heavy editing his editor had to do on his first pieces, or because he was not asking the right questions while covering events.
“…Are you okay, Katsuki?” Asked his boss, Celestino. Apparently, the stress he’d been feeling showed in the slack of his jaw, in his rigid posture and in how he stared at his boss with a deer-in-headlights expression.
“Y-Yes, excuse me. What… did you call me in for today?”
Celestino fostered open dialogue with his journalists. So, even if it seemed odd, it was better for him to ask.
“Did you think you were in trouble?” The Italian asked curiously, raising his eyebrows. “Nevermind. I have good news! We finally found a photojournalist to work with you. He starts Monday. Has an ability for the pictures, but he’s green, barely starting in this. This’ll be his first actual job that’s not an internship, so I think you’ll have plenty to teach him.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened even more behind his glasses, opening his mouth before the editor interrupted him.
“Come on, Yuuri, don’t say that you can’t teach. You’ve only been here a few months, and you’re one of my most promising talents. You have the innate sense of curiosity and care that this work and the people you cover need from a journalist. You’ll do well, and if you struggle with something, you can rely on the rest of the team.”
“…Nothing gets done without teamwork here.” Yuuri muttered, repeating a sentence he’d been told over and over again since he’d started working at the company, and making Celestino grin.
“You know it.”
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His boss’ words had done nothing to calm him once Monday came. He’d have to collaborate with someone and all he knew about him was that he took beautiful pictures and that he was still learning the trade. How was Yuuri supposed to work with this?
He walked into the building, taking deep breaths as he pushed the elevator button. The bustle of people speaking and walking around was not lost to him, but he wanted to tune them out, too.
In some moments, he could get very overwhelmed. And the worry over how this was going to turn out was consuming him.
Ding!
The elevator opened and there was no one else that wanted to go in. The journalist was more than relieved as he stepped in, yet he saw a tall figure running towards the elevator right before he pushed the button to close the doors.
He sighed inwardly, and held the doors open for the man instead.
He hoped that this new arrangement would go well…
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☆Jolyne☆
The young girl was peering out at the stage from where she hid a bit tucked back behind a display.
She... probably wasn't meant to be here, after all, this wasn't one of the usual animatronics to preform.
But she was so pretty..!
Jolyne decided to brave it, and slowly approached, holding her ebook reader tucked close to her torso. She didn't think she's ever seen this animatronic before, either... which probably wasn't too odd as she only found out recently about the moon fellow she had been seeing on art around, mostly, the daycare.
The main stage of the pizzaplex was alive, full of heavy thrumming of the song being played. The stage was lit in alternating purple and pink lights. Who took Center stage was Ballora, alone (or assumed she’s alone). She’s jamming out for once, to see what it’s like, to experience what the Glamrocks do.
“Welcome to the chaos.
No there's never gonna be a way out.
Nobody's gonna save us.
Can't you see that this is our fate now?
You can run and you can hide,
But it's all in your mind..”
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Well, if her mask didn't already have a wide smile, she'd offer one back. Instead she offered a small exhelled kinda 'heh!' noise.
"Nice to meet you Evan, I'm Vanny." She said before looking around a bit and pointing in a direction that seemed relatively clear,
"We can go that way, this place is big enough we can go just about any way..." She did winder,though, if maybe he'd like the wet floor bots, they didn't move or talk much, she surely liked those little guys.
@evan-aft0n
Vanny nodded slowly a moment, and gave one last curious glance before she move to lead him through the now rather closed building. The night shift was busy, but not really with people.
"The food selection probably isn't the biggest..." She mumbled as she glanced down to him. She was seemingly unphased by the mechanical staff,, but if this kid is as he says he is, it may be startling to him...
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( sorry this like liteally took me all day to realise I replied with the wrong amount lol)
Him stopping abruptly was enough to hold her attention and she stopped as well, looking to him,"They... won't hurt you, they aren't programed to do anything that complex..." She said looking up at a nearby staff-bot before looking back to him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
"I'll keep an eye out for them if you'd like." She settled on.
@evan-aft0n
Vanny nodded slowly a moment, and gave one last curious glance before she move to lead him through the now rather closed building. The night shift was busy, but not really with people.
"The food selection probably isn't the biggest..." She mumbled as she glanced down to him. She was seemingly unphased by the mechanical staff,, but if this kid is as he says he is, it may be startling to him...
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@evan-aft0n
Vanny nodded slowly a moment, and gave one last curious glance before she move to lead him through the now rather closed building. The night shift was busy, but not really with people.
"The food selection probably isn't the biggest..." She mumbled as she glanced down to him. She was seemingly unphased by the mechanical staff,, but if this kid is as he says he is, it may be startling to him...
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"F-?" She stops a moment in shock. "Probably-uh-" She has to stop again, this kid was full of questions. Did he not know where he was?
"I think... I've heard of him..." She decided on finally, what a lie.
"Uh- How about we go see about something to eat..." She said, trying to derail the subject.
"i...i the last thing i remember is..... my birthday...t-then.... then i remember ....someone......telling me that they'd put me back together "
"gregory" spoke
@evan-aft0n
☆Vanny☆
《Spring Colour-Verse》
Vanny couldn't help but look over the boy a moment. How cryptic. She thought as she tried to look a bit more clearly at him.
"Interesting..." was all she really managed to say, and it was half way under her breath.
"Put you... back together...?" She pressed forward to ask.
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Oh wow, this kid was... weird...
Vanny took a moment to try and comprehend that properly.
How do you even approach explaining this?
"Oh..." She gave softly, "im... not sure you should worry too much about it..." She tried, rather unsure of what to say. To be fair, she has never been in this situation.
"i...i the last thing i remember is..... my birthday...t-then.... then i remember ....someone......telling me that they'd put me back together "
"gregory" spoke
@evan-aft0n
☆Vanny☆
《Spring Colour-Verse》
Vanny couldn't help but look over the boy a moment. How cryptic. She thought as she tried to look a bit more clearly at him.
"Interesting..." was all she really managed to say, and it was half way under her breath.
"Put you... back together...?" She pressed forward to ask.
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To survive, what qn odd way to phrase it. She thought looking down at him. Was it really that difficult ?
"I'm sorry." She mumbled a bit absently, not really gathering the entirety of how to respond. "This isn't normally a place to stay the night, though." She said looking more clearly at him a less of looking into space.
"i...i the last thing i remember is..... my birthday...t-then.... then i remember ....someone......telling me that they'd put me back together "
"gregory" spoke
@evan-aft0n
☆Vanny☆
《Spring Colour-Verse》
Vanny couldn't help but look over the boy a moment. How cryptic. She thought as she tried to look a bit more clearly at him.
"Interesting..." was all she really managed to say, and it was half way under her breath.
"Put you... back together...?" She pressed forward to ask.
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She was a bit shocked at him latching onto her, but quickly decided it was probably okay. It was infinitely interesting to her how trusting he immediately was, though if he was telling the truth and didn't remember anything, she supposed he had no choice.
She took a second to respond but relaxed her arms enough to gently rest her hands on his back in a half-hearted kind of hug. She was sure of anyone hear she'd be the easiest to hug, the clanking metal the others made as they walked around made them sound like a hassle to hug.
"Night... yeah..." She decided on saying.
In all fairness he was right.
"You were on the streets?" She asked scrunched her face up a bit in response.
"How'd you end up here, then?"
"i...i the last thing i remember is..... my birthday...t-then.... then i remember ....someone......telling me that they'd put me back together "
"gregory" spoke
@evan-aft0n
☆Vanny☆
《Spring Colour-Verse》
Vanny couldn't help but look over the boy a moment. How cryptic. She thought as she tried to look a bit more clearly at him.
"Interesting..." was all she really managed to say, and it was half way under her breath.
"Put you... back together...?" She pressed forward to ask.
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"Afton..." She repeated, that name seemed like a tall order, she wasn't entirely sure if she could trust it from a kid that remembered nothing.
"Wait... 1983...?? Its..."
Oh boy, this did not seem like a fun situation. She pondered a moment if revealing the date would absolutely break this kid's mind,
"... Passed... 1983..." She decided on not saying it was well beyond 2020.
"Do you... have any idea what time it is..?"
"i...i the last thing i remember is..... my birthday...t-then.... then i remember ....someone......telling me that they'd put me back together "
"gregory" spoke
@evan-aft0n
☆Vanny☆
《Spring Colour-Verse》
Vanny couldn't help but look over the boy a moment. How cryptic. She thought as she tried to look a bit more clearly at him.
"Interesting..." was all she really managed to say, and it was half way under her breath.
"Put you... back together...?" She pressed forward to ask.
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