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slamminslamminmcgill · 4 months

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I LITERALLY ONLY FINISHED EP 1 OF TLOU BEFORE WRITING THIS 😭 this man just has me going fucking insane rn i had to word vomit. spent my whole day on this bc im delulu

warning: homophobia and transphobia, trans fetishization, degradation/humiliation, slurs, vaginal sex, rough oral sex, NASTY daddy kink (like… borderline incest rp and ddlb maybe idk i just work here), hanky code, spit kink, breeding kink, gags, drug dealing (weed and opioids), reader is a sex worker/weed dealer with clit piercings

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy/kitty, clit/(t-)dick

It started as a drug deal. A bad habit picked up after top surgery. A rumor that this guy sold opioids. A wink and a nod of the head from across the plaza during a hanging. A few hankies tucked in your jeans, two shades of blue on the right, light green and a flag on the left. You were never sure if he knew what they meant. You’d never had the chance to ask. Until today, you happened to have a favor to ask him.

“Look, you know I’m usually reliable, right? If you could just gimme more time, I promise I’ll get you an ounce on Monday, on me.” That was a pretty decent offer. You usually gave him a quarter of bud every trade, so an ounce for the same price was surely nothing to sneeze at.

“If you’re not ready today, you ain’t gettin’ shit today. Sorry, kid.” Fuck. Ah, well. At least he wasn’t mad at you. Plus, he always called you ‘kid’. It made sense, since he was definitely old enough to be your dad. Maybe he had a soft spot for you. And he certainly met the diagnostic criteria for DILF, but goddamnit, your gaydar couldn’t get a reading on him. You figured the best way to find out for sure would be to offer up your other goods and services and see if he takes the bait.

“Well, uh… maybe there’s…” You took a step closer to him, putting all your weight into your hips hoping they’d jump out at him, “…something else I can offer you?”

They didn’t. His stare never shifted from your face. “Like what?” Joel asked unclockably.

You took the tips of your hankies between your fingers and held them out to him, spreading your wings, a display for attracting mates not unlike that of a peacock. “You know what these mean?” You asked with a quirk in the brow and some devious faggotry in your voice.

Joel crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, a cocky, almost sort of try me type stance. “What do they mean?”

You named your hankies, one-by-one. Green, “This one means I’m a sex worker,” Trans, “This one means I have a pussy,” Navy, “This one means I get fucked,” and Cyan, “This one means I suck co-“

“I’m sorry, that one means what?” Joel interrupted, and pointed at your trans flag. He wasn’t just gonna let you gloss over that, just as you’d hoped.

“Oh, this one?” You pinched the tail of the trans flag and let the rest fall to your sides. A cheeky, cherubic, chaotic smile on your face as you taunted him. “It means I have a pussy. I’m trans.”

Joel’s face contorted in a few spasms of different emotions. A blink of shock, a blip of disgust, a second of intrigue, ‘til he landed on confusion. “So, uh…” His eyes crawled downwards to your crotch, then back up to you. “…how’s that work?”

Sure, you could give him the polite conversation explanation of the transmasculine identity, gender dysphoria and its treatments. Or, you could give the simplest and sexiest possible definition that would appeal to Schrödinger’s Straight Man over here. “Was born a girl, cut my tits off, shot up testosterone, and now I’m a man, but I kept my cunt.”

“Fuckin’ Christ…” He grunted, then cleared his throat, trying his damndest to remain calm and bloodbend his newfound erection away. Today was the wrong day for the light wash jeans. His growing bulge was the visual feedback of your influence on him.

A by-the-book boypussy sales pitch. Testing well with the focus group. You took another step with a sway of the hips, encroaching on his personal space but not penetrating it just yet. “Well? Whaddaya think?”

Joel bit his lip and said nothing for a moment. It seemed he was taking his time to figure out what exactly he did think about your revelation. “…Just 2 pills?”

“Just 2 pills…” You nodded, “Just enough to last me the weekend…” and took another step closer, then one more, until you could reach out and rub his bicep. “I’ll bump you up to an ounce, get it to you on Monday…” Your curious fingers started to trail down his arms and over to his delightfully soft dad-bod tummy. “And I’ll show you a good time today… Show you something you’ve never seen before…”

To say you were coming on pretty strong would be a massive understatement. And, hell, touching him? You were coming on like you had a death wish. Your hand slid downward, down to the heat he was packing in his pants, and stroking his rifle in your game of tactile Russian Roulette.

You loaded the chamber…

“All for just two little pills. So?”

Spun the barrel…

“What do you say?”

And pulled the trigger.

“Please, Daddy?”

And with those two whorish words, he snapped. Joel grabbed you by the wrist and slammed you into the brick wall behind him. You gasped in shock and winced in pain. It happened so fast, you barely had any time to think about the mistake you’d just made, but before you could choke out an I’m sorry, his lips were on yours. You moaned into the kiss and he snarled into it, slobbering all over each other in a fit of lust.

“Bratty little fuckin’ queer. So you’re saying you have a cunt, huh, boy? No bullshit?” Joel sneered as he shoved his hand between your legs. He grabbed your crotch and squeezed it tight, delighted to find no bulge, nothing in his way but a few layers of clothing. “Ooh, damn, kiddo, guess you’re right. Ain’t you fuckin’ special…” He let your wrist fall so he could grab your jaw. “Open,” he commanded, and your lips obliged. He spat into your open mouth, and then his lips were back on you.

Your hands scrambled for purchase on his back, eventually clutching his hair and his shirt for lifelines. The second you’d laid eyes on this guy, you knew he’d be a good fuck, and you couldn’t believe your luck. That monumental gamble you took just now had won you the jackpot, and now it was time to bask in your victory.

Joel grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you out of the kiss. “You want your fuckin’ pills, cuntboy?”

“Yeees…” That was why you originally came to him, yes, but now you wanted a whole lot more.

“You want those fuckin’ pills?”

“Yeees, yes, I wan-em…”

“Say please.”

“Pleeease…”

“Please, what?”

“Pleeease, Daddyyy… P-Please, Daddy, I wan- I wan’ the pills…”

“You gonna suck your Daddy’s cock for ‘em?”

“Y-Yeees, Daddyyy…”

“So do it.”

Joel dropped you and let you stumble onto your knees in front of him. You rocked back and forth impatiently as he undid his belt and fished his cock out of his jeans. As you suspected, it was massive, flushed an angry shade of red, and throbbing painfully. He gave it a tantalizing stroke, peeling back the foreskin and pulling it taut on the rebound. You licked your lips at the precum leaking from its slit, waiting for his instruction.

“Open,” He demanded once more. You acquiesced, opening your mouth wide enough for him to stuff his cock in your throat. He let out a deep, husky, growl as he slid down your airway. “Yeahhh, that’s it… That’s it, kiddo…”

Even in your dickdrunk, cockgagged haze, you could guess what was coming next. In preparation, you braced yourself with your hands on his hips, and relaxed your throat as best you could for him to fuck it. Turns out, your intuition was right.

“Fuck, yeah, fuckin’… Fuckin’ choke on it, whore… Choke on Daddy’s cock.” He grunted, grabbed your hair, and held you still while he thrusted into your mouth unforgivably. Tears, snot, and drool were running down your face in no time, and Joel was loving it. “Aw, look at that, yeah, good boy…”

You whined reflexively at the praise, accidentally sucking some spit into your windpipe and choking you in a less sexy and more dangerous manner than intended. Your eyes bulged open and you slapped his thigh twice, tapping out. Thankfully, he got the hint and let you go.

You coughed up the spit and smacked your own chest to clear your airway. “Sorry… Wrong pipe…”

“Take your time.” Joel replied, “Not try’na kill ya.”

Once you could regulate your breathing and you were sure you weren’t at risk of death by blowjob, you got back to work, at your own pace this time. You had the chance to explore him. Stroking and squeezing his shaft and his sack, fluttering your tongue underneath his tip, licking long stripes from the balls to the head. Less force, but no less intensity.

“Ngh, little faggot sure knows his way around a cock, don’t he?” Joel snickered and ruffled your hair. “So good at this, I would’a never believed you don’t got one yourself.”

True, you may not have been blessed with a cock attached to you, but you’d gotten plenty inside you. Not exactly your hometown, but familiar terrain nonetheless. When you felt like you could, you swallowed his length whole, swiping your tongue along his balls as you gagged. Joel threw his head back and moaned into the air, and then, you rode him with your throat again.

“Fu-u-uck, oh, shit, yeah… Yeah, you suck Daddy’s cock… Suck your old man’s cock for pills, and you’ll get ‘em, son... You’ll get ‘em, you fuckin’ junkie.”

You’d honestly forgotten this was about pills. You just got so caught up in the love of the sport, it had totally slipped your mind. Though dangling the carrot of oxies in front of your spit-drenched face was as good an incentive as any, and despite the burning in your windpipe, you sucked him with more power, more speed, more emotion, and more determination. You could taste victory leaking and throbbing on your tongue.

“F-Fuck… I-… I can’t…” Joel’s face was a picture of overwhelming pleasure. He had to pull you off. His wet, pulsating cock popped out of your mouth, and he huffed and puffed wiping sweat from his brow. “As much as I’d like to dump a load in your stomach…” He nudged his boot in between your legs, right up against your burning cunt. “I need to see your specialty, first.” He extended a hand to help you off your knees, then when you stood, hugged you to him and spanked each of your ass cheeks, jiggling them both as he gave his next order. “Take off your pants and bend over. Let Daddy see that pretty kitty of yours.”

You giggled, a goofy, stupid slutty smile on your face, and nodded. “Hehehe, okay… Okay…” You unbuckled your pants and let your jeans drop to the dirt. You stepped out of them and kicked them aside. You turned 90 degrees, put your hands on the brick wall, and stuck your ass out to Joel. He took his place behind you, grabbed your ass, and spread you open to take a peek at your holes. You shivered as the cool breeze ran over your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time I saw a cunt like this…” Two of his fingers traced your slit then spread your lips, exposing yourself even more to him. He chuckled when he saw your dick piercing. “‘Specially not one with these fancy hood ornaments.” He couldn’t resist the urge to tug on the jewelry.

Naturally, your knees buckled beneath you and you slid down the wall. “A-Ah!” You squeaked, “F-Fuck! S-Sen-Sensitive!” You tried to warn him, but really you were showing off your weak point with the conspicuousness of a video game boss fight.

“Oh, yeah?” Joel scoffed and supplemented it with a smack on the ass. You could feel him kneel down behind you, and he said, “Good.”

And then his lips were on your t-dick and sucking it like a leech.

You had to scream, bad, but it was broad fucking daylight and FEDRA could show up at any second. Instead, you bit down on your hand, sinking all the energy into your teeth as your body collapsed in on itself. Before long, your cunt was dripping down into his mouth, so much so, that there was an audible splash when his lips let you go.

“Christ, you’re a mess. Gonna ruin my fuckin jeans, ‘f I don’t take ‘em off.” Joel stood up and out of his own pants then tossed them beside yours. You heard some more rustling of clothing, felt a swipe up your pussy, then a tap on your lips with wet fingertips. “Open,” he instructed yet again.

You opened your mouth to lick and suck at his fingers, or so you thought. Instead, they pulled away and gagged you with one of your own hankies. Judging purely by the texture, you deduced that it was the trans flag. You relaxed and let him tie the gag more comfortably.

“There.” Joel said, patting you on the ass affirmatively. “Now I don’t gotta worry ‘bout you bein’ a fuckin’ screamer.” Two strong hands took your hips and lined him up with his target. You could feel his head prodding, but not breaching your hole. “Ready?”

You bit down on the gag and nodded feverishly at him. He poked your hole once, then twice, then started to push in and ohmyfuckinggodhe’shugeimeanyouknewthatalreadybutfuckitfeelsbetterthanyouthoughtitwould.

Without the ability to articulate any of those words, you whimpered through the gag and clawed at the wall like a cat trying to get in the bathroom.

“Biiig stretch, kiddo, that’s it…” Joel groaned, “That’s a good boy… Daddy’s almost in…”

Almost in? What the fuck did he mean by-ohshitthatswhatthefuckhemeantbyalmostin… He was so fucking thick that the stretch nearly burned, and long enough to feel like he was excavating your pussy to make room for himself. It was mind-numbing how big he was. He took up not only all the space in your cunt but in your brain as well. You’d never had someone dig so fucking deep.

“There you go, nice and full.” He leaned down to kiss your neck and pin your wrists together above your head. “Daddy’s perfect little cocksleeve…”

He withdrew his hips, practically taking your cunt with him on the way out since it refused to let go, and then speared his cock back into you. His thrust was a shockwave that rocked through your whole body. You let out a garbled moan into the spit-drenched fabric each time he did it. Eventually, he had a steady tempo going.

“Nghhh, so fucking tight… Real fuckin’ tight for a whore. And you’re fuckin’ soaked…” He gave your ass another swat, then stopped moving for a moment. “C’mon, slut, fuck yourself back on your Daddy’s dick. Ride your Daddy’s dick, now-yeahhh, that’s it…” He purred as you started to bounce your ass on him. For a little extra encouragement, he reached out to pet your hair. And for some guidance and a little extra oomph, he slammed his hips forward in time with yours, making his cock hit you twice as hard. “That’s a good boy…”

It was unbelievable, almost intolerable how good he felt. You almost couldn’t bear the thought of fucking any of your regular clients ever again. This was a Flowers for Algernon-type dicking, the absolute pinnacle of nasty sex for just a little while, and you’ll spend the rest of your sex life downhill from here. You’d like to hope that wouldn’t be the case, but none of the other dick you’d gotten in the past could even compare.

And it all stemmed from asking for a front on some oxies.

Joel reminded you of that when he said, “Next time you’re needing a front, I’ll-ngh… I’ll make you work for it, whore… Take you home and fuck you in the ass instead… Let you scream as loud as you need to… Let that little pussy weep for me and it’s gettin’ nothin’… You want some painkillers, then you gon’ hurt for ‘em, son…”

Honestly, the idea of a ‘next time’ had you excited regardless of what hole he wanted to bust open. If you were lucky, maybe it’d be out of mutual enjoyment rather than an exchange. Soon, he struck that special spot inside you, that inner button that has you seeing stars and screaming obscenities into the flag gag. Your hands balled into fists and pounded at the wall. It was getting to be too much to bear. Of course, with your flag in the way, your cries of Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna come! sounded as, “Auck! Auck! Ah gah-ah cah!”

Luckily, Joel spoke fluent slut. “You’re gonna cum? Gonna cum for your daddy?” He knotted his fingers in your hair and yanked you up against his chest. He shoved you both forward until you hit brick, and without an inch of space for you to squirm, he rutted into you relentlessly. “Then do it, slut. Cum on your daddy’s cock. Daddy wants to feel his little man cum all over him.”

God, how could a sentence be so nurturing and so nasty at the same time? So sweet and yet so fucking sick? Regardless of Sigmund Freud screaming ‘I told you so’ somewhere in your head, you came buckets, splashing Joel’s thighs with pussy juice on his every thrust. Your legs gave out around the fourth or fifth gush, and Joel had to hold you up for him to finish.

“Fuck, yeah, keep coming, keep coming, baby, Daddy’s close…” Joel groaned. Every word he said grew more vile and more primal than the last. His only need was to breed. “Daddy’s gonna knock you up, son… Gonna dump some brothers and sisters into ya… ‘N’ you’re gonna fuckin’ take it… Ngh, gonna take my fuckin’ load in ya ‘cause you’re a little cumdump pussyboy whore… ‘S what you’re meant for-shit… Shit!”

He squeezed your body tight and growled into your ear. Hot spurts of his cum flooded your battered cunt. On any other occasion, you’d cringe at some rando calling his load your siblings, but it just felt so good. You couldn’t give less of a fuck what he called it. And it’s not like he was your actual father. He was committing to the bit, a bit that had you mewing and sobbing with pleasure and repressed emotion, but that was a problem for your therapist later.

The world went still as you both came down from orbit. The rest of the QZ didn’t exist in that moment. It was just you and your “daddy”, a man twice your age that you trade drugs with and who just busted a nut in you. Honestly, still a better father figure than most. Closest thing to a dad you had for damn sure.

You felt that paternal vibe from him as he kissed the side of your neck. “You okay, little guy?” Joel asked tenderly. He untied the gag and tossed the flag by your jeans, letting you answer him.

“Mm… Mhm… I’m okay…” You stuttered, still counting on his grip to keep you standing.

“Good boy.” A few quick pecks to your neck and he slipped out, a few drops of his kids pooling in the dirt below you. “Now get dressed. I got shit to do.” He demanded with a final slap on your ass.

You stumbled over to your pants, leaning onto the wall to guide yourself. Even after dressing himself, Joel got to them first, and held them out for you to step into.

“Yeah, there you go, kid. You’re okay.” He cooed, and then clapped you on the shoulders to get your attention. Your head snapped up to see him reach into his pocket and pull out a plastic bag wrapped in tinfoil. He fished out two white pills and gave them to you, just as you agreed to.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it,” You gave him a shy smile, feeling grateful for the front and the frenzied faux-father-son fucking he just bestowed upon you. “Oh, and, uh… I… I had a good time, s-so if you ever wanna-“

“I’ll see you Monday, kid.”

#i am UNWELL #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #the last of us x reader #the last of us smut #tlou x reader #tlou smut #what the FUCK do i tag this #dd/lb #daddy k!nk #slurs

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sage-the-exorcist · 3 months

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(RP with @works-of-magic )

It’s not often Sage gets a call from multiple people from the same location. If he did, well, whatever was inhabiting the grand building in front of him had to be dangerous.

His hand reaches down to land in soft white fur, caressing Atelier’s head gently. The shiny Absol barks gently under his touch, looking up at him with shining emerald eyes almost glossy under the moonlight, as if reassuring. Sage nods, hand curling tighter around his staff.

“Okay,” he whispers to himself, both a quiet prayer and a word of confidence. He had no clue what he will find, but if it’s dangerous…

The tattoos on his collarbone and shoulders begin to itch, but he shrugs it off as he pushes open the door, staff at the ready. With a deep breath, he enters, pushing open the door.

Darkness fills his vision, and, as Atelier accompanies him inside, he reaches for a talisman in his other hand. He has no idea what to expect, and, even worse, no clue about what will come.

Light blooms from his lanky frame as he brushes a piece of his funky-ass colored hair from his face-strands of blue and pink over dark green make him so noticeable it’s hard not to see him even without the light-which is currently coming from the marks along his shoulders, emanating a violet shade from his body.

“Hello?” he calls, tapping his staff against the floor. “Anyone home?”

He’s sure that’ll get whatever’s in here moving. He adjusts the leather jacket tied around his waist, his talisman beginning to glow too along with the tattoos at his shoulders, glowing through the lining of his tank top. This feels weird-even moreso than usual, and Sage is saying that as an expert of all things ghostly and weird.

#pokemon #pokemon rp #pokemon irl #pokemon oc #pokeblogging #pokeirl #rotumblr #pkmn irl #(ooc: I hope this is to your liking)

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thekitsunesiren · 3 months

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1k Followers Post + Insider

1,000 followers! 1,000!? I can't thank all of my followers enough and all those who continue to follow me! I promise to do my best to continue to write more prompts. I might even start branching out to other fandoms as well. I'm still thinking of what to do for this milestone. Possibly a poll for you guys to decide?

And since I have 1,000 followers, I think I should do an about me for those who are knew around here lol.

Anyway! About me!

Hello, everyone! I am the Kitsune Siren! You're free to call me Kitsune, Kit, Siren or Jay. I am a 23 year old African American female (she/her) who is also aroace! My favorite hobbies include listening to music, writing (of course), and cooking! My favorite color is the many shades of blue! I listen to all types of music, but the song currently in my head is Spicy Margarita by Jason Derulo and Michael Bublé. But when it comes to artists, I'll say that my favorites are JVKE, Jake Daniels, CG5, The Stupendium, OR3O, and Melanie Martinez!

Currently I'm obsessing over several webcomics and manhwa's. I'll read those forever XD

I've been on tumblr forever! And I've seen it change a lot.

I've taken up to doing writing commissions that you could learn about here. They're for fandoms that I am in. And there might be a few that I'll learn about to write about.

I write all of these prompts on tumblr, but the majority of them (dc x dp specifically) have their own little booklet on ao3 which you could see here. I'll work more on trying to post there as well.

I'm also a descriptive roleplayer. I rp on Discord and on a site called RpNation under the name: The Kitsune Siren.

As for fandoms I'm in, I'll give you a gist of a wide majority.

I am in these fandoms:

Anime:

Sailor Moon

Saiki K.

Overlord

That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime

Naruto

One Piece

Demon Slayer

Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid

Books:

Harry Potter

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Cartoons:

Steven Universe

Danny Phantom

Xiaolin Showdown

Lego Monkie Kid

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Tv & Movies:

Marvel Cinematic Universe

DC Extended Universe

Kingsman

The Walking Dead

Rise of the Guardians

Into/Across the Spider-verse

Sherlock

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Riddick

Video Games:

Genshin Impact

Honkai: Star Rail

Detroit: Become Human

Cuphead: Don't Deal with the Devil

Undertale

Pokémon

Dragon Raja

I have many more, but I hope this would be a good example to show of what my knowledge is about.

Anyway! I'm always open to asks and prompt ideas for any fandoms, so don't hesitate to ask me anything you'd like. Within reason of course lol.

I hope you all have a good day, and thank you once again for 1,000 followers! I'll work not to disappoint you.

#Kitsune Kounters #1000 followers #about me post #about me <3 #aromatic asexual #rp advert #dc x dp #open asks #fandoms list above #fandoms #dp x dc #dpxdc #1000 followers milestone #1000 followers celebration #dc×dp prompt #writing comms open

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undead-memes · 1 year

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PREACHER'S DAUGHTER. / prompts from the album peacher's daughter by ethel cain. tweaked for rp. change pronouns & cut & combine as you wish. (repost)

' i put too much faith in the make believe. '

' i feel it there, in the middle of the night. '

' say what you want, but say it like you mean it. '

' just give it on more day then you're done. '

' i don't need anything from anyone. '

' it's just not my year. '

' i'm doing what i want and, damn, i'm doing it well. '

' you and me against the world. you were my man and i your girl. '

' you were my whole world. '

' you came, and i laughed. you left, and i cried. '

' you told me even if we died tonight that i'd die yours. '

' really, i'd kill myself to hold you on more time. '

' it hurts to miss you. '

' i cry every day and the bottles make it worse. '

' you were the only one i was never scared to tell i hurt. '

' it was love, i guess. '

' and i feel so alone. '

' i watched him show his love through shades of black and blue. '

' show me how much i mean to you while i lie in these sheets undressed. '

' i'd hold the gun if you asked me to. '

' but if you love me like you say you do, would you ask me to? '

' trouble's always gonna find you, baby, but so will i. '

' i'm never gonna leave you, baby, even if you lose what's left of your mind. '

' please don't love how i need you. '

' i'm not above violence. '

' i've killed before and i'll kill again. '

' hell doesn't scare me, i've been times before. '

' tell me a story about how it ends, where you're still the good guy. i'll make pretend. '

' i hate this story where happiness ends and dies with you. '

' i thought good guys get to be happy. i'm not happy. '

' i was too young to notice that some types of love could be bad. '

' i'm tired of you still tied to me. '

' i'm too tired to move & too tired to leave. '

' love's never meant much to me. '

' i started to see you differently. '

' you wanna get my clothes off. '

' baby, if it feels good then it can't be bad. '

' you wanna fuck me right now. '

' if you hate me, please don't tell me. '

' i followed you in and i was with you there. '

' you love blood too much. but not like i do. '

' heard you, saw you, felt you, gave you. '

' need you, love you, love you, love you. '

' love you, saw you, felt you, love you. '

' love you, love you, love you, love you. '

' you'd do well to say yes to me. '

' suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee. '

' he's saying i'm the one, he's gonna take me. '

' suffering is nigh, drawing to me. '

' even the iron still fears the rot. '

' i'm hiding from something i cannot stop. '

' you poor thing. sweet, mourning lamb. '

' there's nothing you can do. it's already been done. '

' please don't look at me. '

' what have you done? '

' make it stop, make it stop, i've had enough, stop, stop, STOP! '

' i am the face of love's rage. '

' i am no good nor evil. simply, i am, and i have come to take what is mine. '

' i was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood. '

' i am here now as you run from me still. '

' you can't hide from me forever. '

' god loves you, but not enough to save you. '

' if they strike once then you just hit them twice as hard. '

' the more it hurts, the less it shows. '

' i think it's about time i put up a fight. '

' if it's meant to be then it will be. '

' i forgive it all as it comes back to me. '

' i can't let go when something's broken. '

' in your basement i grow cold. '

' don't talk to strangers or you might fall in love. '

' how funny, i never considered myself tough. '

' i tried to be good. '

' am i no good? '

' i just wanted to be yours. '

' can i be yours? '

' i'm happier here 'cause he told me i should be. '

' you're so handsome when i'm all over your mouth. '

' am i making you feel sick? '

' i never blamed you for loving me the way that you did. '

' don't think about it too hard or you'll never sleep a wink at night again. '

' just know that i love you and i'll see you when you get here. '

#inbox memes #inbox prompts #rp memes #roleplay memes #rp prompts #lyric prompts #indie rp

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mythicalmagical-monkeyman · 4 months

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Does anyone in R. AU like to draw? Paint? Anything like that?

*sniff* >:3

OK SO Wukong's one of us, he used to draw a shit tone of fan art for the fandoms he's in though it kind of died out his life got busier though if he ever need the extra cash he'll reopen commissions or some times if he has the time he'll draw for fun

MK is kind of like Hiccup when it comes to drawing, he'll do sketches of creatures and inventions that he either comes up with himself or that are actually real. He used to color all his drawings when he was younger but as he got older it just became a lot easier to just shade with pencil instead of being a neat freak over all the colors

Macaque doodles, he never really had the time to practice up his skill and learn from different artist how to devolve his skills but he still loves to draw and doodles especially if it's a moment he'd like to remember

Mei spent a lot of time hanging around Ao Lie's anatomy books growing up so she got really familiar with how human bodies worked and so she became very skilled at drawing said human bodies because as a kid she found it fun to try and draw all the anatomy type stuff in Ao Lie's books

PIF is very skilled at drawing up building lay outs due to the fact that she was a thief and had to learn the lay out of a building before she broke into said building. as such Red Son as a kid would watch his mom draw buildings and so he'd mimic it and try and draw his own. This later developed into a skill of him being able to draw blue prints very well whether it was for buildings or machines.

Ao Qin has a lot of time on his hands as his wife is the one actively running their kingdom as such one of the skills Ao Qin perfected over the year was painting with water color. He especially loves to paint back grounds.

During therapy one of the skill Sandy picked up was art therapy where he'd try and paint what he was feeling. while he doesn't do it much now Sandy still sometimes paints to calm himself and help him focus

One of Yellowtusk's favorite past times used to be sculpting pottery, while her hands are a bit too big to properly do small pieces she was still rather good at doing larger pieces and once she went down the path to redemption she picked this skill back up

The (not) Mayor & Tang are both into map drawing. The mayor is into city planning maps and street lay outs where as Tang is into rp and fantasy maps

Erlang is an architect/engineering god (smth along those lines) so he's learned the art of using charcoal to draw his designs for inventions and buildings. and then someone introduced him online building design technology (I am blanking on what it's called) and he quickly became a pro at that.

Syntax isn't the best at drawing but he designed himself an interactive 3D model app that helps him design inventions by being able to put pieces together and see how they work

(a stretch but...)

Spider Queen is super into fashion and is quite the sewer. Seeing as she has six arms SQ picked up the skill of fashion design and sewing to make herself a bunch of badass outfits

Bai-He is super into doing people's hair, make-up, and nails (she wants to work at salon when she's older) but surprisingly she's actually really good at it

Ji-Ji being a war goddess has perfected the art of drawing battle plans

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star-ligh7 · 8 months

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((I'm on break for the next 30 mins let's GOOOO!))

Yes, Miss January, adjustments.

Vought feels as if Mr. Campbell's skill set cod very...valuable. I mean, teleportation is a strong power to have.

It's his free will that is a problem. Luckily they sent him to me to fix that.

Thrawn finally reveals himself to Annie. He had pale blue skin and pure red eyes. The whites were maroon red and the irises a shade lighter. His dark blue hair was slicked back. He held his arms behind his back in a calm, collected fashion.

Not that it matters now. The operation and experimentation is complete. He put a good fight, I'll give him credit.

But it's not long before the human mind bends too far, and then....breaks.

((Can be an Rp if you want but if you wanna keep this asks that's fine too. :D))

[ Lmaooo, let's have it as an RP? ]

Where is he? Tell me, now.

#the boys #starlight #oc rp #starlight responds #@thebearmage

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bluenightcomedies · 6 months

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uuuugh i keep procrastinating cuz i wanna make new refs n' arts n' all for us all but art slow so fuggit placeholder pinned abt the system better pinned with comm details, other accs, etc later :3 will reopen for commissions once arty verifies me! as a whole we're legally deaf and disabled! we can all draw but have diff styles/preferences :3 body is 30 (eugh i don't like admitting that) so am adult BUT we don't wanna be involved in nsfw art so pls respect that⭐ We can't get a formal diagnosis due to various real life issues, so we're not going to claim any particular diagnosis, but we can't exactly ignore the symptoms and stay masked forever. We're going to stay out of syscourse as much as possible, of course. 🌙 each alter has an assigned emoji so ppl can tell us apart easier if needed, use em as our tags too (when we remember) note- using they/them for any of us fine too!⭐

(doesn't include alters that rarely or never front) ⭐star emoji = Blue! she/her pls~ guess i'm the honorary host cuz i front most. uhhh... nothing rly too fancy i can say abt myself, i'm p affectionate and love y2k art and hanging out, i try to be as nice as i can >w< my art's usually sketchbooky, with thin lines and soft colors/shading!

💠this blue gem/flower emoji is Azure! she/her, she's kinda new to the system. looks n' acts a lot like me but uh... more childish i guess? very silly, very 'cringe culture is dead'. loves to rp, say silly things, n' cling to people. hyperfixates on Dot Hack (RIP) her art looks like mspaint x3 🌙 (Writing for myself since I'm available.) The name's Lune, hence moon emoji, and I use she/her pronouns as well. Formerly "Starry" but people kept confusing me with Blue due to her star symbolism. Used to be the designated mask, I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore... Sometimes I re-mask out of habit so if something sounds like me but wasn't marked as an alter, it probably is me. I have a flat tone and chronic paranoid anxiety so uh... Let me know if I come across as rude, I usually don't mean to. I enjoy doing research and organizing information, so I'm often the one to fact-check things or find guides and how-to's for the system. My art's very bold and colorful, and friends describe it as 'angular'. Clashes with my personality, huh? 🗝️key emoji = Sylverwynd! he uses he/him! he's super laid back and chill, i've never seen him upset or anything, but he's rly long-winded talks... kinda poet-y? he loves reading and talking abt lore and myths so he'll pop in if ur talking abt something he likes or if he has trivia 2 share! fave genres r horror n' fantasy he's still experimenting w/ style but likes drawing rly soft

❌cross emoji= Laceburner! it/its or they/them pronouns! tbh i'm not used to it/its pronouns but Lace wanted em; it's very uh... emotionally empty i guess? aroace, agender, can't socialize or empathize v well. it usually fronts when the rest of us are tired or in pain cuz it just ignores all that. likes 2000's scenemo aesthetics though which is surprising but ye idk how to describe its style, but it's trying to mimic emo art n' likes bright colored lines with dark bg/colors 🗡️the dagger is Kal! he/him pronouns, he gets angry and stressed abt things really easy but he gets too hostile abt it so he tries to not front too much; need to find him a way to de-stress n' chill out... when he's not mad at smth he's a good sympathetic listener imo, still swears and talks all rough tho hasn't drawn much yet but does rly harsh lines and fast/messy sketches when he does (and gets riled up by mistakes =w=;)

❤️heart is Weiss! genderfluid, goes by any pronouns, usually uses whatever they like at the time x3 has a hard time fronting but tries to. flirty, loves dumb jokes, overly confident... (we worry they'd get us in trouble sometimes cuz the shit they want to say) loves demon and monster-related stuff! still experimental style but uses bold colors and thick rough lines a lot, may get suggestive (forbidden from outright nsfw, don't ask >:c) btw ur always welcome to direct asks @ someone specific >w< we just might take a while to respond

#pinned post #pinned intro #plural artist #furry artist #system stuff

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greninjazac · 21 days

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@valerieyo

Maiden of the Forest (closed RP)

As day transitioned into night, the orange hue of the sky from dusk left a warm glow on any bits of the forest that weren’t shaded by the impressively sized trees that populated it. Within the sea of greenery stood out a blue haired individual and a trail of blood coming from their badly injured leg.

The individual, Zachary Stygian, had slain a dangerous monster to complete a quest from the adventurer’s guild. The fight itself was more dangerous then he anticipated and was left with his left leg badly damaged and no mana to use any of his healing magic properly. At this point, he was begging for rain so his MP could recharge faster as the pain was intense, so much so that he had to sit on a tree stump due to the blood loss making him dizzy.

Zac would quickly look into his inventory before soon doing his best to patch up his wounds so the bleeding would stop. His left leg was now covered in bandage wraps and some parts had his blood staining it. As his mana slowly recovered, his body immediately used it to heal his wounds at a slow pace. He was pretty much a sitting duck as his arm healed…..which honestly made him wish that he had someone to talk to the dizziness went away at this point and his strength returned….but that injury left him unable to move as walking was now painful.

“God I’m so stupid…..I got distracted by that giant centipede’s fangs that i was left oblivious to its damn sharp legs. I just hope the pain lessens…..but now I’m just here…..alone and unable to move” he lets out a sigh as he looked around. “If only someone could keep me company while I recover, like any sort of conversation to pass the time. Hell, I’d take getting seduced by a succubus then to be out here alone with the only other thing around are the crickets that are chirping nearby….”

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acr3ss-the-cosmos · 5 months

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@as-above-rp

The late afternoon sun painted the sky in shades of yellow and orange, and the air still held the balmy, comfortable warmth from earlier in the day. It felt perfect for Chenhua as she approached her destination: a tranquil, white sand beach where clear blue ocean waves gently lapped at the shoreline. While the Xianzhou Luofu did have an ocean in the form of Scalegorge Waterscape, it was considered a sacred site for the Vidyadhara race, and was therefore largely off limits, so Chenhua was excited for the opportunity to walk onto the sand and admire the waters -- and to see her friend Hymn again, who had invited her to meet with him here.

Chenhua had decided to wear something a little more comfortable for today: a casual, short-sleeved, sage green summer dress accented with a white floral pattern that ended below the knees, complete with pockets. It was, of course, tailored specifically for Foxians, with a hole hemmed at the lower back to make room for the tail to come through. She also wore a simple pair of white sandals in lieu of her usual work boots.

As she finally made it onto the beach itself, Chenhua began scanning the area to look for Hymn. There appeared to only be a few other people who still lingered across the shore, so it wouldn't be too difficult for her to spot him. After a few moments, marigold eyes caught sight of the siren's massive figure not far from where she had entered, standing near one of the beach's many sand dunes. Smiling brightly, Chenhua started to walk towards him, her cream-blond and brown tail swishing happily behind her. As she got closer, she waved and called out to get his attention, the glow from the setting sun making her eyes shine even brighter.

"Hymn! It's so good to see you again! I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long."

#starlight; (IC)#morning flower; (CHENHUA)#as-above-rp #((IT BEGINS AAAAAAA))

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phoenix-flamed · 2 months

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Meet The Mun!

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Well... To be honest, I don't entirely know. I decided to play the XVI demo when it came out, and at first I was like, "oh no he's hot but he's so dead" when Elwin first showed up. But as soon as the throne room scene started, and he told Clive, "Alright, you can stop licking my boots. Your mother isn't here," I had this intense feeling of, "I need to RP as him." The inspiration just... struck me so unbelievably hard, and I haven't had that happen since like, 2014? Somewhere around there? So I made this blog, the same day, and now here we are!

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Hmm. There are a few subjects that I absolutely won't write, like sexual abuse, CSA, and relations between adults and minors. (Which is one of many reasons why I'm still glaring daggers at XVI's Ultimania book for their listed ages of characters like Anabella and Hanna.) As a general rule of thumb, if it's an intense subject other than those listed above, I'd like to talk and plan it out first, so that all parties are okay with it and no one gets shocking/dark content sprung on them unexpectedly.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

Heeheehee. Horror, actually -- most specifically, psychological horror. The last fandom before this one that I was hardcore devoted to was for Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs. As much as I love angst, fluff, drama, silliness, adventure, fighting(although I am super, super rusty with this one), etc., horror is the sort of dark content that I love. Give me brutality and torture, give me gore, give me body horror, give me psychological terror. Give me the fucked up and the disturbing, and you'll have me doing the M. Bison "Yes! YES!" thing.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Inspiration, mostly. I try and twist ideas around so that they're at least vaguely plausible in canon, but really it's a matter of inspiration -- if an idea jumps out at me and really resonates with me regarding my muse, then it gets mulled over until it's fleshed out enough to be written as a headcanon.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Definitely play music. To be honest, I listen to music most of the time as it is, when I'm not talking with people. (And even then, sometimes when I'm on vc, I have music playing very quietly in the background.) It's not an inspiration thing, or anything like that; it's just that music is what keeps me focused. Grounded, I guess, so that my brain doesn't float away and get distracted by 100 different things while running in another 100 different directions all at the same time. It acts as a sort of tether to keep me on track!

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

It depends. Sometimes, inspiration smacks me upside the head with a brick for writing a particular reply. Other times, I have bits and pieces of ideas for various parts of the reply, but I have to sit with it for a while and map it out in my head first, if that makes sense? Then I can actually physically write it out, reread it over and over, and make adjustments as necessary. But much of that is also because I have the awful tendency to overthink constantly...

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Yes! As long as there's chemistry between the two muses, definitely. My favorite thing is when characters grow closer over time, and love grows that way -- but I'm not at all opposed to jumping head-first into the deep end if the chemistry is good enough and the muses just... naturally click.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Vonny! (Thanks, Von Leon, for inspiring my nickname, you depressed sadsack.)

ᴀɢᴇ?

34, going on 35!

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

June 29th. :D

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Burgundy, various shades of blue, lavender!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

I'm predictable; I listen to mostly video game soundtracks, especially Final Fantasy ones. I also really love Miracle of Sound and Aviators, with an actual example of a favorite-favorite song being Aviator's "Blood and Snow". There's also so many others... But we'll be here all night if I name off all of my favorite songs.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

I started watching the remake of "All Quiet On The Western Front", ... but then got distracted. I should finish it...

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Uh. Well, technically, the last show I watched was the first episode of The Last Czars... Yet another thing I meant to watch more of, but got distracted. Aside from that, I've been watching a bunch of Jack Patillo and Matt Bragg streams, if those count?

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Miracle of Sound feat. Aviators, "Let There Be Fire"!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

I ... don't actually know. Pepperoni pizza, I suppose?

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

It used to be winter because of snow, but now it's summer or fall. I like summer because of the sunshine and hotter temperatures, but hate the storms that come with it. I like fall because while it's cooler, there are significantly less storms... (Can you tell I'm terrified of storms?)

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

There are a few! In addition to one of my RL partners, I won't name any names but some of these friends have also been there for me through some serious bullshit. I'm eternally grateful to have met all of them -- and to have them in my life. I just hope they know who they are, if they see this!

Tagged By: @origami-assassin and @lastflowerpetal -- thank you both!!

Tagging: Everyone who sees this and hasn't already done it! Consider yourself tagged!!!

#Out of the Flames #Thank you two again for the tags! :D This was fun to fill out!

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goreh0undz · 4 months

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𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦

𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾

𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈

𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾

𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾

𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒

𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌

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𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲

!!Please do not use my OC's without my permission or without giving credit, thank you!!

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S: 26/01/2024 05:23 PM CET

F: 03/02/2024 04:28 AM CET

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𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙄𝙊 𝘼𝘾𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙄

━ Toni/Antie

𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 09/03

𝗭𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗖 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡 pisces

𝗔𝗚𝗘 depends on rp - usually 25

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗘𝗫 Male

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 Male

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 He/him - He/They

𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 homosexual

𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗦 human

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 singer/guitarist

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 - FACECLAIM

faceclaim: Thomas Raggi

𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾; Antonio has a slim build, slight muscle only in his arms and a subtle bit of chest/arm/leg hair.

He has sky-blue eyes though they're usually a bit dark, his hair is a shade of dirty blonde.

He's 1'78 cm tall.

His hair has never really been cut once it got to his shoulders (only dead ends) and it's best described as a 'shaggy mullet' haircut.

He is pale because he usually stays inside but he tans very quick.

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𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘

Clothing style; His usual attire (for shows and meeting with his sister or friends) is pretty extravagant, he enjoys throwing things together and seeing how they fit. Antonio's clothes are mainly very bright and have intricate details, though when he doesn't have places to go he stays in baggy clothes or simple pyjamas.

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𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Personality; Antonio is usually very silent and shy but once he opens up he's incredibly kind and loves to joke around. Despite him being shy he is very protective over his friends and loved ones.

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𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: Guitars - Prosecco - Jam sessions - Romcoms - Tattoos - Korean BBQ

𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: Horror movies - Loud noises - White chocolate - Beer

𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀: Writing lyrics - Baking - Sketching future tattoo ideas - Karaoke

𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘀: Biting his nails - Hiding his smile in pictures - Whistling or humming

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴:⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦

Bella Accardi • Sister • Close

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Angel Santiago • Band member/lover • Close

Arden Johnson • Band member/friend • Close

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@scrappedpieces

@theroyalkraken

#oc sheet #oc #musician oc #band oc #original character #roleplay #rp #oc rp #new rp #crime rp #dark rp #city rp #modern rp #Spotify

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appledaddyisbae · 4 months

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me and @hellqueensimp are writing a rp about Lilith and Lucifer, their meeting, their fall, the origins of Hell, be birth of Charlie and a whole bunch of other stuffs and I'm posting the first bit of it here to gauge if anyone would be interested in reading it if we posted it as a fic on a03?

*gulps*

here goes nothing

Glittering rays of golden light beamed through the cloud barrier as a trio of winged figures raced through the stratosphere, their laughter innocent and mirthful. The eldest, Michael, was in the lead, speeding ahead but simultaneously keeping a watchful eye on his two younger brothers, Lucifer and Gabriel, who were following close behind. All of them sported hair the same shade of soft yellow starlight, but their eyes were differently hued. Michael's sharp orbs were green as a freshly spun galaxy, and Gabriel's were a warm earthy brown, comforting and homey. Lucifer's, however, were a piercing blue, the same color as the sky, and his features, angular in some places and smooth in others, were placed so carefully as to make him the most lovely of them all, and it was evident for all of Heaven to see.

Those features were currently curved into a bit of a sly grin as he used Michael's distractedness to surpass him in the race, winning by a nose. Gabriel giggled and Michael groaned. "Hah!" Lucifer shouted triumphantly and spun Gabriel around as the littlest angel approached him, causing the boy to laugh once more. "How do you like that, Mike?"

Michael rolled his eyes in a good-natured sort of way. "All right, all right, you bested me."

"As I often do," Lucifer sniggered back, causing Michael to frown. "Don't boast, Luci, it's unbecoming." Lucifer fought the urge to roll his eyes, and he was about to retort that Michael was a bit of a hypocrite since he was so braggy much of the time, but he was prevented from doing so by Gabe's sudden shrieks of delight.

The two older angels flew over to see what he was reacting so happily to, when all of a sudden they were blasted with cold air and a flurry of tiny, white specks began falling around them. Lucifer held his hand out to catch one and it melted in his palm. Fascinated, he caught another, trying in vain to study its intricate features before it faded out of existence. "What is this?" he inquired. Michael, ever knowledgable, replied, "It's called snow; a new invention of Father's. He came up with it this morning."

"I *love* it!" Gabe shouted, causing Lucifer's eyes to soften. "Oh yeah, squirt? Well, what say you we see where it's headed?" He looked down into the depths below, and this elicited another frown from Michael. "What?" Lucifer asked upon seeing it. "Are we not supposed to go down there or something?" There was a hint of rebellious sarcasm in his voice that Michael didn't like. "I...don't believe there's any rules against it," he began to say in a carefully measured tone. "But--"

But his brothers were already off, plummeting downwards in an elegant series of aerial spirals, eager to see what lay beneath. Hesitantly, Michael followed.

Of course they had heard about earth, and seen glimpses of it when Father allowed them to do so, but it was still a great mystery to most of Heaven. Many of the angels didn't seem to care that much, content to keep their heads in the clouds so to speak, but Lucifer tended to always be curious, and Gabriel was both easily delighted and eager to follow Lucifer into anything, so Michael caught up with them, dutiful as ever, determined to keep them out of trouble.

Earth was, of course, nothing like Heaven and yet somehow even more beautiful in Lucifer's opinion. There were new colors and creatures and landscapes here, all of Father's gorgeous and miraculous creations, and so much *potential.* Lucifer's sharp mind was already brimming with ideas about how they could improve upon them, hasten them along, etc.

After sightseeing for a bit, Michael grabbed their arms. "All right, that's enough for today. Let's go back." Lucifer didn't want to, but he could tell by the look on Michael's face that he had pushed him enough for today so he begrudgingly held his tongue.

As the other two ascended, Lucifer paused, listening. He'd thought he'd heard another voice somewhere, a distinctly feminine voice. Had he imagined it? He waited, but heard nothing, so he began to fly upwards once more, only for his ears to stop him again. There it was. He knew he heard it this time: as clear as day: "Stop!"

He hesitated for a brief moment, turning his attention skyward. Michael and Gabriel were tiny specks; they hadn't seemed to notice he was no longer with them. He bit his lip, his wings beating the air for a few moments as he deliberated. "Just a quick look, and then I'll go back. No harm in that, right?" He spun downwards easily, his wings carrying him towards the source of the sound.

In a lush meadow, by a very noisy waterfall, a woman sat by the water's edge, her head in her hands, her long, golden hair wrapping round her voluptuous form. Lucifer's heart skipped and he stopped in his tracks, floating there for a moment before he ducked behind a large tree, peeking out from around the trunk to study her. He frowned; she looked sad. Why? Something inside him needed desperately to know and so he watched, waiting to see if he could glean any information by doing so.

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