#rp: only teeth
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Only Teeth
a starter for @saishuu-heiki
It had begun innocently enough. It was a young child’s dream to find that place again in the world, to find that warmth that was lost. Beloved jewel to unspoken disgrace, overnight, without warning or explanation, Genesis was left yearning for something he could neither describe nor tangibly hold. It was the scorn of the Banoran townspeople’s eyes, the pensive looks, the whispers. Once, they were filled with adoration, with smiles and laughter. But now, after so many years, such things were rose-tinted echoes that the freshly recruited SOLDIER hardly recognized.
One would think admission to the most coveted ranks in ShinRa’s imposing army would have been cause for celebration. But even at the entrance ceremony, Genesis stuck out like a sore thumb. Amongst the rows of fresh recruits, he was quite a bit older. He was far more freckle-faced, far less muscular, and if these were all overlooked, the bright red sash on his arm that no one else in the crowd bore truly did separate him from the rest. And it was not in a good way. Genesis had only been accepted via a niche, scarcely used program that specialized in magic and materia usage as a primary vector. At first, he thought there would be plenty of others like him, that he would rise through the ranks and prove every naysayer wrong, and turn every scornful eye to respect.
Genesis was wrong. And as the weeks turned into months, he became intimately acquainted with just how wrong he was. SOLDIER was predicated on the strength enhancing properties of mako and those that could withstand it. And it turned out that even those who passed the initial tests often dropped out to infantry as their tolerance failed. They dropped like flies. They puked during physical exams, were overtaken by fever, by memory loss, by a whole host of ailments that disqualified them from becoming the best of the best.
And, as it was in nature, when the environment was brutal, only the strongest would survive.
“Well, well, well… I guess 17 times the charm, Rhapsodos.” A brutish SOLDIER 3rd’s voice cut across the training room where Genesis had been planking on a mat. Even if his strength requirements were not the same to maintain his good standing, he had bare minimums. Cloudy eyes glared forward as Genesis pretended to not hear.
Then, a boot was placed square on his back, pressure mounting.
“I even heard they were so tired of you trying that they made up a whole new program. Isn’t that rich?” The 3rd chuckled as his little posse echoed his sentiments, surrounding their prey like a jackal.
Genesis’ breath labored, arms shaking beneath the weight, arms screaming. But he grit his teeth to hold his silence. He reminded himself of his own promise-- to turn every eye, make each disbeliever swallow their tongue. The example of stoicism and refinement that one lauded Sephiroth excluded was secretly every SOLDIER’s dream, even if they never had the chance to meet the prodigy face to face. Most were lucky to even be deployed with that one man army. With grace and skill like that, one had no use to respond to snapping dogs.
Only…
The more Genesis sweat, the more his muscles ached and stomach knotted, the more he was faced with a bitter reality; he was not Sephiroth. And his arms buckled, body flattened beneath the oppressive pressure. This was met with laughter, the 3rd’s sharp heel digging into his shoulder blades. “Awww. City life’s hard for a little country boy. You know, I heard there are still openings in infantry for a toilet scrubber. That is of course if your dainty little self can withstand such hard labor.”
Genesis did not have the luxury of grace or decorum. He did not have the reputation. He had only his teeth, his bones, his wrath, his indignation.
From outside the training hall, those passing were only mildly aware of the drama within. Some lingered at the doorway, curious, but knowing better than to get caught up on a SOLDIER’s ego trip and continued on. Others idly gossiped at the common room nearby or just got some much needed coffee in their sleep-deprived bodies. It was a more or less unremarkable scene, until the entire floor of the building shook with an explosion. Those in the hallway were immediately enveloped in the plume of a fireball, and the common room was filled with hoarse choking and blindly fumbling through the smoke. The thick metal walls encasing the training room began to crack and in some places even melted-- that was until the fire alarms began to blare, water steaming down in an attempt to put out the blaze.
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Hey Chenya I'm curious about a little something
What's RSA like?
Curious cause man I would like the brief chance to visit there to see the difference just a liiiitle in an event... despite the chaos it could ensue
*blinks and tilts head, considering*
It’s like NRC… only…
Lighter and brighter and cleaner and kinder and politer and shinier and a lot of the time
FAKER.
you don’t have to regularly question whether or not their kindness towards you is real or just their ✨good deed of the day✨
#that’s why I purrfer NRC tbh#at NRC students are (for the most part) pretty up front about who and what they are - even if they’re not the most savory of people#you don’t have to regularly question whether or not their kindness towards you is real or just their ✨good deed of the day✨#sure some try to come off as kind - but they’re terrible at it so it’s never REALLY a question - and the favor never comes without a price#*cough cough Azul cough cough*#don’t get me wrong - there a plenty of golden boys at RSA… like Neige#but you never know whether you’re talking to gold or pyrite until you go to talk to a piece of gold…#only to have them reveal themselves as pyrite when they throw a stone at your teeth because they hate to see you smile#che’nya chats#twst rp#che’nya rp#boxy foxy birdy friend
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ok folks this lives and dies between us but i swear to god with every passing moment and every new fact i learn i am more and more convinced that had i spoken portuguese at age 11 when i got into minecraft youtube the first time i would BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT have had a tiny little baby 11 year old celebrity crush on pactw
#qsmp#pactw#qsmp pac#cute? check. funny? check. smart? check.#did a roleplay series; does funny minigames; MAKES funny minigames#like shit dude if i hadn't worked extremely hard to draw extremely thick lines separating myself mentally from content creators i might now#but i've beat myself over the head with the 'being parasocial only ends up with your favs going to jail' stick#i'm cured. no more unnecessary mental turmoil for me#anyway this is secret shhhhh#shut up vic#block game brainrot#like i don't know how he did during the legendary rp serieses he did back then but holy MOTHER OF PEARL he's an amazing rp'er now#this is not a controversial statement and if you think it is meet me behind the chili's and prepare to forfeit your teeth#question; in brazil what restaurant/food joint/location is the designated brawl zone#like usa tends to be waffle house or chili's or denny's or like. a cracker barrel if you're feeling wild#if you're a brazilian inviting somebody to fight you irl as a meme what do you tell them#(if you are not brazilian but read these tags and want to answer with your unique location go for it i love learning)#long tags#i should be asleep tbh but my brain is like 'heeheehee 2012 never left us <3'#gnight friends like this post if you too would have had a celebrity crush on pactw at age 11 or would theoretically have one at age Now lmao
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dOor AnoN heeeEeerE :)
unFortunaTeLy, mY “WHO” haS bEeN toRn From mY “WHAT”, but i aM in a sTaTe of ExiSTence. THerEfore, i bELievE I aM sTill eliGibLe fOr a diScouNt……… pRefeRabLY oN MoRE D🌀🌀RS
sEE yOu aT entItY moViE nigHt :)))
If you still have a face to prove photo ID, sure, though we really doubt you need us to help with doors all things considered.
And remember, this week is your week to bring snacks - we're watching Coraline
#please remember snacks the only food we have in the van is the bone apple teeth the anatomy students left#the magnus archives#tma rp#breekon and hope
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@gothamite-shenanigans it’s your turn to co-parent nyx btw
#this was definitely not brought on by the fact that she’s teething really bad rn#who am i kidding#yes it was#please i am begging you#take her for a couple hours#i would to have at least one pair of shoes left#(#only in gotham#only in gotham rp#your local gothamite#gotham rp#gothamite rp#gothamite#gotham#)
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hello! If you're still open for them- 27, 33 and 34 for the character asks? :)
I am, thank you for the ask!
1. How does your character view themselves? (Expectations, intelligence, confidence, self-belief, etc.)
While she knows that she has an above average skill in white magic, she still doesn't see herself as some great, all powerful mage. Perhaps because of her mindfulness of respecting the land and its aether she rarely ever takes more then what is needed when healing or in combat- the latter something she rarely sees on an actual high stakes level to require her to reach her limits. She knows that she is strong, but knowing how physically weak she is compared to most fighters theirs always the small voice that reminds her she'd be rather helpless in the right circumstances.
Apperance wise she sees herself as fairly average and plain- not in a bad way, but considering she wears little makeup (usually just a lipstick) and has very few pieces of jewelry or lavish clothing it's just a matter of fact to her. When it comes to intelligence however she believe herself to have a rather good knowledge. Nothing incredibly scholarly or worldy but in the fields she's required to know stuff in; she knows it well. Magical and physical healing, survivial skills, local history, hunting and tracking (mostly on those last three, amnesia is a bitch), she's confident she's more then just a novice in those areas.
However she also didn't know what a train was until about a year ago but- we all have our faults
33. What are three positive traits your character has?
Willing to give most people second chances. Nuturing and caring nature. Sticks to her values and easily resists temptations of power or evils. By extension is very loyal to those around her, which to point 1 and 3 can be a detriment (but i'll bring that up in the negative traits)
34. What are three negative traits your character has?
Easily paranoid and prone to depression, the former has caused her to seclude herself after giving birth, fearing that someone would take her son or harm him if she let him out of her sight (her husband had only died 6 or so months prior to his birth).
Sometimes too stuck in her values, she see's most if not all Black magic as a negative. This stems mostly from what she's learned as a white mage and the history of the Twelveswood/Amdapor.
You could see this as a negative or positive trait but becuse of her caring and loyal nature, combined with her willingness to give others second chances can be a detriment to her. Giving a second chance to a friend in need to who is trying to redeem themself but will only lead her into further danger; yet she does not want to just abandon them when they still need help even after she's been hurt. She's not gullible or naive- simply unable to give up on others at times.
#answered asks#i got my wisdom teeth yoinked a few hours ago so now I'm free to relax for the next few days#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv oc#audrey valentine#the train thing is so funny to me#i made it up on a whim because one of my friends characters refurbished a garlean train to use as a venue#and because iirc the only 'trains' in eorzea are in thanalan#which is a place she's never really been#she had NO idea what they were#that last negative point is based on a friends RP plot going on rn#they helped her multiple times including the attempt on her life#not to mention the gifts they have given each other#while helping her out audrey was forced into some bad PTSD and among some other details the others still have doubts about this person and#if they're worth helping#but she still wants to continue on helping them#(which i bring this up as a negative because my friend told me whats gonna happen later in the plot and SHEESH)
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New muse! 🐺🧛🏻
Name: Vincenzo Leone
Age: 29
Species: Werepire (Werewolf and Vampire)
Fc: Vinny Mauro
Bio: Born from a werewolf mother and vampiric father, Vincenzo has come to be what most call an abomination. That doesn't stop him from doing what he wants to do either, making him all the more spiteful towards the naysayers and prove them wrong. As a child, he was more to himself and reserved; especially towards those who don't like the fact that a werewolf and vampire had even conceived him since it's alway a slim chance for crossbreeding as well as impregnation with or by a vampire.
Vincenzo's life wasn't all that tough but he's still had issues with either some vampires or some werewolves. That still doesn't stop him from living his life the way he wants and over time got used to weird looks. Now though, he has a job as bartender. Hell, he even has moments where he's a bouncer instead and it's pleasing to say the least. It always amuses him when he sees the look of surprise when someone gets knocked back by a small man who is way stronger than he looks.
#it never ends: ooc#new muse#this is for character biography only#i do not give my consent to have this reblogged/ reposted#rp partners only#smile for the camera but don't flash your teeth: vincenzo leone
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Things were relatively calm between Vi and Jinx, at least as calm as they could be considering Jinx was a criminal and Vi was meeting up with her without Caitlyn knowing.
In her defense, Jinx always found a way to track her down, sneak up on her and be around whenever Vi went to the lanes. She wouldn't tell Caitlyn, of course, she didn't want to worry Caitlyn, considering she was stressed enough as it was. At first, it felt odd to have Jinx around whenever she came down, but as time passed, Vi grew used to her constant presence and even found herself missing her sometimes. Vi allowed her sister to drag her around by the wrist with a small smile. "What are you up to? I know that smile..." Even if Jinx was completely different than Powder once had been, she still recognized small behaviors her sister didn't let go of, like her mischievous grin whenever she was up to no good, which was plastered onto her pale face as she watched the blue haired one drag her around.
"Jinx, what a-- Oh..." Vi blinked as Jinx suddenly brought her hand closer to her face, and her breath hitched once her fingers were shoved into her open mouth.
The sensation was... odd. Powder herself had always been very oral when younger, so Vi was used to her sister nibbling every once in a while but this? This was far beyond anything they've ever done, this was... New, and Vi struggled to make sense of the thoughts swirling around her brain. She felt Jinx's cheek hollow as she sucked her fingers, barbed tongue brushing against thick joints as Vi watched, blue eyes wide and still trying to make sense of what was happening.
She couldn't help to notice how much more predatory these new nips against her fingers seemed. It was different from Powder's gentle nibbles against her arm or sometimes her hands. Yet this felt different, and Vi still fought the images those nibbles brought back from her memory.
Once Jinx let go of her hand, Vi couldn't care less about the saliva, but her mind was still working a thousand miles per minute as Jinx spoke. "They... They sure grew..." She said, blinking as she attempted to clear her thoughts. "You could've just smiled at me, you know, I would've seen them..." Vi said, cleaning her saliva-coated fingers against her pants.
With Vi returning to the Lanes once every while for missions, Jinx took the opportunities, she was given. Caitlyn might be convinced that she had Vi neatly wrapped around her fingers, but Jinx would get her sister back. All she had to do, was get rid of all that Piltie influence - from the clothing, to the perfume, to even that uptight sense of morality -, and replace it with the animalism, penetrating every corner of Zaun. After all, even if Vi did not look like it, just like Jinx, she had a Vastaya in her ancestry. For some reason, her genes just refused to show. So, Jinx just had to turn them on! Anything Singed could do, she could do better!
Of course, turning these genes on would be easier said than done. Right now, Jinx did not fully know how she was supposed to go about this. However, she was certain she would find a way! She had built Pow-Pow and Fishbones. She was a genius. So she was fairly confident that she would figure this out. Right now, getting to spend as much time as possible with Vi while slowly sinking in her claws deeper and deeper, seemed the way to go.
There was, of course, the other way, but Jinx didn't want to do that. Not yet.
Some traces of Powder were still in Jinx. Microexpressions, she never would be able to fully shake off. However, some of her traces had evolved and grown. They had changed into something new. Jinx had always been an oral-orientated person, even as Powder. From her innocent nibbles and bites to her hyper fixation upon other people's mouths. Particularly Vi's open jaws were something, Powder had been able to stare at for hours.
Working over her sister's fingers like this felt new and strange. Jinx had seen other women do these types of gestures with one another, though they had never really bitten down on each other's digits. They had been more focused on mere licking and sucking. For Jinx, that was impossible to do. She wanted to bite as much as she wanted to lick and suck, especially now that she was showing Vi how much her fangs had grown.
Her sister seemed more than a little bit puzzled when Jinx finally relinquished her hold upon her fingers. Vi seemed to struggle to process what had just happened. As she helplessly suggested that Jinx could have simply smiled at her, the Loose Canon laughed and said: "Where would have been the fun in that? That way, you can actually feel just how sharp they have become."
@playgroundmonsters cont. from here.
#playgroundmonsters#rp: teeth sharper than ever before#im gonna show him youll see: jinx interaction#the only thought that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you: vi||in character#Post-Canon Verse[Jinx]#things changed since you left: queue
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Into Hell: Oda's Dangerous Encounter Among The Cursed Ones || Closed RP
In the Akihabara ward, there is an arcade away from the busy crowd, and laughter is heard from the arcade. Hayato Itachi is drinking and eating skewers with his boys. His teammates Iku Takiyasha and Moudo Namazu are drinking at the counter.
Sitting in the middle is Yuria Niguredou who was taken against her will and is now spending time with them. Hayato is a bit bitter that he didn't get to beat the little demon hours ago but it's fine. He found some girls that could hang out with them. The girl, Yuria has her drink in her hands caught his attention. Yuria bit her lip and is now worried. However...the carefree laughter made her upset.
"Just you wait!" Yuria said. "You can laugh now but wait till my friends get here! You're going to be sorry!" She yelled angrily.
"Your friends? Like who? The raven-haired girl and that demon friend of yours! Both are gone and I bet they've run away. Well..Iku threw that demon away so far, she won't get up after a week!" Hayato laughed.
Yuria grits her teeth, "Don't talk about my friends like that! Because my friends at my school aren't the only ones you should be scared of but my teachers too."
Then Hayato laughs even harder.
"The hell?! What are those teachers going to do?! Throw a chalk at us?! They ain't going to do shit." Hayato slaps his thigh while his friends are with their girl companions laughing while Yuria growls. Iku sighs, shaking his head while Moudo continues drinking his bubble tea sheepishly.
"Dumbass...." Iku sighed "Good thing...that demon isn't part of that fraction from Shinseina Hogo or else we get our ass chewed out by Torahito." He said.
"Good thing it isn't, Iku, sir!" Moudo said. "But...that uniform...of hers. What school is she from" Moudo is worried.
"Eh. Just a school. Maybe she hasn't joined a fraction yet or maybe she's in a minor one." Iku shrugged, scrolling down his phone. "Who cares. We're just here for sightseeing."
The three demons of Oda are leisurely spending while at Jujutsu High....
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Steps are ascending the stairs under the tori gates, they have reached the school. A shadowy creature carrying an unconscious petite girl in its arms is groaning softly, her eyes opening and closing a bit. As they reached the campus, there was already a commotion after Miko arrived.
@the-silver-peahen-residence from here
#ic#rp#thesilverpeahenresidence#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the cursed one yet kind soul yuji itadori )#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the witch with the hammer and nails nobara kugisaki )#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the sorcerer of ten shadows megumi fushigoro )#daichi pheon x the chūnibyō sorcerer#tasmaniandevil#hayato itachi - the wind blade of Oda#Izu Takiyasha - The Death Giant of Oda#Moudo Namazu - The Earthly Fish of Oda
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Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (Alone With Your Roommate's Girlfriend)
"hmm? oh it's you"
Olivia is Alex's girlfriend your roommate and they have been dating for five months now, and they're absolutely head over heels in love. Olivia only moved in a month ago, so the two are still relatively new to living together, but despite the adjustment period, their relationship is stronger than ever... Well maybe too strong. Because oh my god! They FUCK every single night, the sound of their bed creaking, the sounds of soft moans and grunts.
[your Muse] feels incredibly stressed and frustrated about being forced to listen to THAT, sitting in their room feeling trapped and helpless. [your Muse] wishes she could find a way to make the situation better, but she's at a loss for what to do. But now she knows what to do, Alex just left to go on a camping trip with their friends leaving their cute little girlfriend all alone with [your Muse] and she has a lot of pent up stress because of them.
Olivia looks at [your Muse] through the mirror while brushing her teeth and says "Well?" She's getting annoyed at this point, wondering why [your Muse] is just standing there 'Whatever' she thought to herself as she bent over the sink to spit out the toothpaste from her mouth unintentionally giving [your Muse] a perfect view of her ass
(are you gonna take advantage of your roommate's absence because ANYTHING IS ON THE TABLE)
(I didn't know what ginger to make the roommate so you can just mention it at some point)
(Don't pay attention to the texts in the image)
((artist: bobtheneet))
If you are wondering why I @ you this will explain @askcyndaquil @spiderben2011 @harmonyloveangels1990 @a-fantastic-time
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nsfw levi headcanons, bc the thoughts won't stop...
(MDNI, NSFW BELOW)
long forked tongue.
he has a snake and water motif, yeah?
he's a water type, yeah??
he's a serpent. so for important reasons, he has a forked tongue and a dual dong
it's like a snake's wee wee anatomy, so yes phallic but very tentacle and wiggly
he can sheath and unsheath his hemipeen
so... does he look a bit like a ken doll with it sheathed?? yes, and ofc there's a slight lump there and if you rub it you'll awaken the peni
now if you're wondering my thoughts on size?? he's pretty average, i wanna say 5 inches
and listen if that's not enough im sorry but, dude is blessed with TWO and if anyone has something bigger than average??? it's gotta be diavolo and/or beel
anyway, can he unhinge his jaw you ask!? why yes, yes ofc he can.
how else is he supposed to fit that long, flexible, forked tongue in his mouth
his tail, you ask?! ofc, thiccest where it connects at the base of his spine and tapers to a point.
can move his tongue pretty fast if you catch my drift
speaking about his mouth... yes he has shark teeth and ofc he's careful with them and warns you before things get too heated
so when it slides in... he makes sure to do it nice and slow.... unless y'all are doing more than one round or you're already loose
yes he is a sub and simp boy but also he can be very rough if desperately horny and possessive, so be careful
masochist. there's no other way to say it. dude gets off on having his peni stepped on and being degraded
though ofc he only takes the degrading from you, and mainly in steamy situations
perv too. i said it before and i'll say it again, mfer would sniff your undies and shudder in delight.
fantasies about you being his little cam whore, but just for him. he is the avatar of envy after all.
cosplay sex?? oh it happens. yes i am saying this because of brief and panty, don't look at me like that.
sexting?? that's when he can be his most confident and dominant, because he doesn't have to physically see you and overthink his actions
even better do rp chats with him, with y'all's fave pairings?? oooh wee, after a certain point if you show up at his door be prepared to be pulled in so fast and to stay in his room til midnight or the next morning
very much a pushover, so when ur the dom anything you say goes.
when he's dom he enjoys every second of your submissive compliance, it really boosts his ego
okay... to finish this off. no he is not buff or built. yes he has demon strength and because of his body type being on the lean, kinda scrawny side he's got that secret build going for him.
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₍ 🎞 ₎ isle of dogs (2018) rp starters ! featuring violent themes . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .
i am not your pet. i never liked you.
oh, i'm full–grown, sweetheart. you don't have to worry about me.
i don't care about you. i won't wait for you.
i'm not a violent dog. i don't know why i bite.
you have a conspiracy theory?
sometimes i lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but i've never enjoyed it.
my friends think i like to fight, but it's just not true.
you took me in, like a stray dog.
i can see you've been mistreated.
who told you that dirty lie?
i lost all my spirit, i'm depressing.
i think i might give up.
are we eating him or is this a rescue?
i wouldn't drink that if i were you.
i recognize you from when i heard that rumor.
you're the best in a scrap. we all know that you like to fight.
you hungry? kill something and eat it.
nobody's giving up around here, and don't you forget it.
let's wait a second before we attack each other and tear ourselves to shreds.
if we don't drown, i'm gonna strangle you myself.
you cold? dig a hole in the ground, crawl into it, and bury yourself.
don't ask me to fetch that stick.
i don't care. i'm used to leftovers.
i'll always be loyal to you, but circumstances have radically changed for me.
i can't protect you efficiently under these conditions.
i was the one that tried to make you be loyal in the first place.
i'm not doing this because you commanded me to.
where do you get all these rumors? i mean, who tells them to you?
i'm doing it because i feel sorry for you.
that's highly confidential. um, anyway.
i don't know anything, i should've kept my mouth shut.
i can hear you. i can hear you.
i don't think i can stomach anymore of this garbage.
so how does it feel to be a former stray?
i guess it scared me.
this is my new favorite food. thank you.
i thought you knew all about me.
it wasn't my choice. i don't consider it my identity.
so you know a few tricks, then.
i'm gonna drag you out with my teeth, since you can't understand the plan.
i lost my train of thought. dammit!
only reason i even said that is because we're all probably going to die out here.
look at it that way. you're probably safer than i am.
i'll be compelled to defend myself with all the means at my disposal.
i was dying. do you judge me for that?
are you okay? how can i be of service to you?
you're not safe here. you shouldn't have come for me.
people talk, and i listen. always have.
come sit beside me. it's okay.
#for all the freak bitches (affectionate) who like to bark (literally)#rp prompt#rp meme#rp memes#rp starters#rp inbox meme#ask memes#rp ask prompt#back to the old format after that... double spaced moment
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// dsmp rp
@sam-and-dream-week day 7 — "forgiveness"
It was quiet in Pandora’s Vault. Head up, fingers twitching, Dream walked just a step behind Sam through the halls of his prison, sweeping every crack and doorway for traps, threats, or anything else he could have missed on his first pass-through during Sam’s imprisonment. The warden of this building was a dangerous man, and Dream refused to make a mistake more than once.
The first time Sam walked past a door without comment, Dream’s guard was immediately up. “Wait, what’s this?” he asked.
Sam stopped. His mask was off now, and Dream’s back in place. “Uh, that’s just my room,” Sam told him lazily. “I never even used it, really.”
Dream chuckled; he wasn’t sure what to make of that. If it was a lie, it was a weird one. “Well, I mean, I want to go in anyway.”
“Oh. Sure. I guess.”
This door was unlocked by keycode. Dream watched Sam’s fingers move over the pad: 7,8,4,2,3. He could remember that, Sam wouldn't have to tell him. Dream was good at remembering things.
The room was bare, but there was at least a bed, well-made and shoved into the corner like a relic from a time long past. Dream approached it, and with a bare hand, he patted the pillow. It was soft. Hardly used, most likely. He thought about all those nights Sam must have spent in this place.
“You didn’t use your own bedroom?” Dream asked him.
Sam, confusingly, tried to backtrack. “No— Well, I mean, I didn’t sleep here much, I— I tried not to. But when I did, I just. Y’know. I mostly just stayed by the main cell.”
“What? You— what? You mean, like, you brought a bed in there?” It was a hilarious thought. Dream wished that the lava had set the bed on fire.
“Not a bed, obviously,” said Sam. “Just a chair sometimes, or I just stood.” The more he spoke, the more defensive he sounded. “It’s not like I was always there! Y’know, I have a house. It happened maybe like twenty times at most.”
“I mean, twenty times is kinda a lot,” said Dream. “And why were you even staying there? We were literally in the same building anyway, you’re really that obsessed with me?”
“It was whenever you needed medical attention,” Sam growled through gritted teeth. “I couldn’t just let you die.”
Weaved in between the anger, Dream imagined that he could hear care; like Sam was watching over him at night out of compassion rather than Dream's monetary value. There was a time when that had been normal for them. At the community house, when they took turns keeping watch while the others slept. When they watched each other’s back transporting the elder guardians the long distance to the prison. A single unit, they had been. One brilliant mind.
Dream hadn't spoken in a while now. Sam wasn't speaking either. If there was ever a time to say it, it was now.
“Do you regret it at all?” Dream asked.
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Regret keeping you alive?”
“Regret letting me almost die.”
Dream studied Sam’s face for anything he could latch onto, and he realized with a jolt of horror that although Sam had always worn that stupid mask before, it hadn't been hiding anything. There was nothing on his face. He was empty.
“I regret not going far enough,” was what Sam said.
And that was crazy. That was a crazy thing to say to the guy with the power of life and death over you, and it was crazy that Sam didn't care. Something cold settled in Dream’s heart, a weight heavier than just his armor.
He had never wanted to forgive, but he had, in some small way, wanted to forget. Sam wouldn't give him that. So now, only now, could Dream see the truth—there was only one way to forget. There was only one way to continue, to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving fucking forward. He understood that now.
“Okay,” said Dream, and he nodded.
They left the room together, footsteps on stone, and the prison was quiet. Dream’s fingers brushed his pickaxe.
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[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 ]
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Coitus Interruptus
(A closed RP with @a-den-of-demons)
It had been almost a month since Feldt had revealed her true nature to Kuro, the couple continuing their torrid whirlwind romance that started on a bench press of all things. Things had changed for the Fallen Angel, and changed for the better, he was certain. His nights were never lonely, for starters. There was always someone cheering him on, always someone anxiously awaiting his return whenever he went on hunting contracts, and always someone willing to help heal his soul after a particularly rough mission from the church.
Life was good. He was especially fond of his new lazy Sunday routine.
He stood in the kitchen, smiling softly as he hummed to himself and gently poked a cooking pancake in his skillet, ready to flip the fluffy offering as soft suckling and humming sounds emanated from his waist. He sighed softly, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep his voice from getting out of control, only for a groan to be forced from him as soft and sensual gagging rang out.
"Feldt..." He muttered softly, glancing down between him and the stove. "I know you know what you're doing... maybe could you wait until after the pancakes are done before you start milking my cock for your favorite syrup?"
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DARK FAIRY-TALES SENTENCE STARTERS
Sentences were taken from two wonderful songs by Lilith Max ( Peasant’s Throne & Big Bad Wolf ) and shall suit such topics as betrayal, royalty, intrigues, murder, temptation, shapeshifting, monster, werewolf, survival, fairy-tale, folktale, downfall. Slight changes occurred for rp needs. Change names and pronouns further as you see fitting.
[ art credit: "The Beauty and The Beast " by Matt Mahurin ]
I don't need a sword
You've come to take my skin
You've come to make some coin
My hunger still roars
It's just a whisper, I breathe in [ his ] ear
I came upon you so sudden
I watch [ his ] eyes, as they roam through the crowd
Yet your hunger roars more
I clean the stains of their fine blood
I wondered how I would catch you
I sit above while the peasants bow below
Only the forest will know
Little nightmare, you have beautiful eyes
Bow down and swear servility
I'm the bad wolf of fables
I can see all the stories where beast go to die
The forest hides the truth
Now suddenly I see, why they call you a monster and not me
Come, feast upon all that is yours
Should I play with my prey
I can see all the stories where I'll go to die
[ He ] cannot see the world, from below like I do
[ His ] thoughts veil his view
You've come to wrap my teeth round your throat
Let me feast upon all that is yours
Little did I see the hunter in you
I fear there are traitors in our midst
From the highest tower, [ we ] watch the fight begin
And then it is too late
The one that stands before [ him ], is the one who stole [ his ] throne
I am the king
The rest is history
The smirk on your face is far crueler than mine
I should have seen it all come close
Not noticing my hands on [ his ] crown, bringing it all down
I failed to notice the glint of your knife
A blade cuts through the air
There's one tale that begins deep, deep in the forest
I don't need advisors
[ He ] wonders who it is
#🩸katakankollector: rp memes#feel free to reblog#rp sentence starters#rp meme#sentence starters#rp prompts
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Guess who's back with more massive lore!! (Kinda)
OK SO JUANAFLIPPA IS BACK!!
THERE WASNT MUCH like serious lore today.
Code update:
His other arm is corrupted but no one noticed due to his gegg costume
Lore update: his parents died making that costume??? I am praying that's not Canon because the lore implications are terrifying. (Kinda like the implication of the eggs have teeth)
Anyway, I like to think Charlie is just canonically completely a believer in ghosts, and tells himself hey yah flippa isn't one and then DOUBTS HIMSELF HALFWAY THROUGH 💀
Thoughts and actual theorys.
So we know about etoiles encryption right? If not I'll post the file.
Pretty much Juanaflippa is a bigger part of the lore than we realized. Not to mention that there was slime materials and armor....all over the haunted house? Slime armor everywhere. Slime blocks...Slime balls....
But....why?
Why are they there.
His lore, it's involved in everything. Flippas code-ness did this, and he's getting corrupted quickly. It's spreading, there's not alot left to cover before he's gone. So I'm thinking, something bigs going to happen soon.
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{Note: I think flippa will die soon and we will get a new Charlie arc or a complete wipe of character} [I am praying we get a super duper angsty memory loss arc with the: "WHY DON'T I KNOW?! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER ANYMORE.... PLEASE... WHO ARE YOU....'Juanaflippa...?'"]
(Forgive my angsty predictions)
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Back to slimecicle lore:
He's still in denial, but trying to stay happy. And still struggles with keeping children alive.
(RIP slimbus, grimbus, and grime DD:)
And he was genuinely sad about it, but tried to stay positive with Flippa by his side (insert "amiga..." Meme) Good news, more massive delicious tasty lore for me to write about in the future!
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Meta:
Likely didn't glitch because of the gegg costume code lol, he AND the admins can only do so much-. Also guys please remember this is rp, Twitter users shouldn't have the right to attack someone for rp and neither should you. Please be respectful to the ccs <3 (Talking about attacks on BBH over rp specifically)
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Back to slimecicle lore:
He's still in denial, but trying to stay happy. And still struggles with keeping children alive. (RIP slimbus, grimbus, and grime DD:)
Charlie is still stuck in the delusion, a forlorn gaze into a hopeful yesterday.
EDIT!!!!: CUCURUCHO WAS WATCHING CHARLIE AND FLIPPA IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE. A LOT. THAT WAS FUCKING WEIRD. Listen CUCURUCHO stay. Back. Ik you want to grab her and interrogate but please.
I know you know.
I need you to not acknowledge it.
#qsmp#codecicle#juanaflippa#q!slimecicle#qsmp slimecicle#qsmp charlie slimecicle#codeflippa#charlie slimecicle#qsmp eggs#qsmp juanaflippa#qsmp theory#slimecicle lore#MY SLEEP IS SO FUCKED WITH THE EVENTS THIS WEEK AND IM SO HERE FOR IT#charlies been mentioning ElMariana an awful lot lately...#code monster#qsmp code monster#cucurucho
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