#;a walled off ruin (closed rp)

[wolfvirago]

@blueycsamurai - from here

It was never pleasant, dealing with those who were so sure of themselves and their foolhardiness. Robin had dealt with plenty of swordsmen who believed they could handle whatever laid within the Lost Woods, laughing off the girl's attempts at saving their hides.

Though, this stranger didn't seem to be that brazen to go running headlong into danger. They probably were just passing through, rather than chasing a bounty or treasure.

"There's hordes of yokai within this forest. It's not safe to travel through here at this hour, especially not alone." Appearing from the bracken, the wolf girl's own hand rests on a blade at her hip, clothes billowing upon the evening wind.

"I suggest turning back, or at least allow me to accompany you to the outskirt trails."

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Alternate Love Story in "The Fox princess and the Monkey King"

Long Ago, In the Kingdom Of Sakutopia Ruled by The Kind and Compassionate Emperor Of the Celestial world Connected in Every beautiful Kingdoms.. including The Jade Palace.. but There's One Land that was Forbidden and the New parts of hell was Known as "The Shadowland" Home of the great Shishagami who is a ruler of this Barrens of Decay, No one dared to go there because the entrance was Guarded by the Great Orc who will Attack anyone that tried to go in or Going out. Then There was a Kingdom Nearing this Waste land was Known as the Dark Kingdom Home of the Demonic Bats and Decay itself.. His name is "Koumori" The Son of the Great Shishagami and He was Known as the "Bat King", He's been Watching The beautiful Kingdom with his crystal ball hating all the beauties and Living until he Spotted The Princess Of the Sakutopia Name "Saphira Lorraina Fox" The daughter Of the emperor himself, He began to Fell in love with that beauty and he wanted her as a Trophy wife, His queen. He decided to Plan to marry his Daughter and taking over the kingdom Turning the celestial Realm into Darkness and decay, Then the Next day The Bat King arrives at the palace as the Emperor Demands an explaination why the bat King enters the kingdom uninvited Himself, Then The Bat king Told The emperor that He wanted a hand In marriage to His daughter.. The Emperor was furious and Shouted," You will Never Marry My daughter! She Sees you that your Not worthy for her hand! Begone you Vile Demon! Your Not Welcome to my kingdom!" The Bat King was Seething in rage..and Then He said," Fine but mark My words Your Majesty, Your Daughter will be Mine Either she Likes it or not! She Will be My Queen!" Then The Bat King Vanished from the kingdom.. The emperor was Worried about Saphira's Safety and Now, She is in Danger and So, He began to sent His daughter to the Jade palace where the Jade Emperor will Protect her Until the Bat king is being dealt with.. Before Saphira Head to the golden Carriage, her Father Stopped and handed her a Jaded Box, he said," My dear Daughter,, if the bat King is coming after you and ambush you.. You must go to the Human world and go to the Peach Flower Mountain, remember I told you about the Monkey king?" "Yes Father, you told me all about it..including his Life, the peaches, everything else. Why?" She asked.. then her Father answers," There you will find him.. He'll protect you from The Bat king." Then he hugged His daughter goodbye with tears running down on his cheeks. When Saphira got into the Golden Carriage and took off heading Down to the Jade palace but suddenly The Army of the Demonic Bats Ambushed them.. Then the Coach knew this would happen, So he summon the Portal to the human world and went through it..as the Portal Closed, Saphira Change into her Human Form.

Her hair is White as snow, Her eyes is Blue as a sapphire Sea and her skin is Pale as a moonlight.. While the carriage was taken her to the lovely area..it stopped by the docks and she comes out..and got in..and little does she know..she notice the beautiful Butterfly with a monkey face on the wings as she smiles, She knew that this Butterfly is rare to find it but little does she knows that this butterfly is the monkey king watching over her..When suddenly..She hears the bats screeching from the new portal..as she landed on sure and saw the mountains..and she began to run like hell..and saw the path to the top of the mountain.. Then She began grabbed her horse when it got out from the boat..she rides up there and made it to the cave.. she enters it..and sees the bolder is closed to be protected…The army of demon bats retreat after failing to enter the cave..The Bat king is Not Happy about it..So he Decided to Change into His Human form and Hides in the Big City waiting for her to Come to the city.. Meanwhile Saphira Saw the Ruines on the wall showing the life of the monkey King, every place turns gold as it shows it until she sees the monkey king and she said, "You there!" She sees him running and began to chase after him.. and when he stops and she said, "Wait I-" when she touched it..it went passed her.. and the gold faded as She gasp.. Then The Small Monkey face Butterfly appeared and She said, " I Should've Swore He was here.." Then Suddenly.. She sees the Monkey Face Butterfly Landed on the back of her hand and She looked at it and saw the golden eyes..and then The Butterfly said….

[lunatyklines]

OVER THE GARDEN WALL (P.2) - a collection of lines from the beloved animated spooky season classic. a rp meme. *adjust pronouns and wording as needed

❝ You alright? You sound uncharacteristically wistful. ❞

❝ What? Sorry. Just thinking. ❞

❝ What’s with [Name] being naked? ❞

❝ Uh oh, it looks like we’re in trouble. ❞

❝ [Name], sometimes you got to face your problems. ❞

❝ I don’t think today’s a good day to get arrested by frogs. ❞

❝ Don’t push me! ❞

❝ Okay, everybody. Act natural. ❞

❝ Oh no, I’m too young to go to frog jail! ❞

❝ That’ll get us kicked off this boat for sure. ❞

❝ You don’t seem thrilled. ❞

❝ I knew you were special. ❞

❝ I call that mud over there! ❞

❝ Well [Name], sounds like you’re a real loser back home. ❞

❝ Do you think that I could be a hero too? ❞

❝ Can’t you see I’m sick and helpless? ❞ *imitates coughing* 

❝ Servant? I thought you just wanted some yard work done? ❞

❝ Close the door! I’ll catch my death of a cold! ❞

❝ You shouldn’t be here. ❞

❝ But I thought we were friends. ❞

❝ I shouldn’t have trusted anyone. ❞

❝ So, what’s the plan? ‘cause you’re not saying any details, so it’s hard for me— ❞

❝ I do have a plan. And if you don’t trust me, then you don’t have to follow me. ❞

❝ That tree just came at me out of nowhere. ❞

❝ Ha ha! You got him with the old kickeroo! ❞

❝ Now, to find someplace to wait out this rain… ❞

❝ Get that frog out of your pants. ❞

❝ We came here to burgle your turts! ❞

❝ Yeah, well, you still stink. ❞

❝ Douse that fire. I did not ask you to light it. ❞

❝ Are you alright? You’ve been coughing a lot. ❞

❝ You should go see a doctor. ❞

❝ Something weird is going on. ❞

❝ Paging Dr. Cucumber! You’re needed in the operating roooom! ❞

❝ Unlock this door. ❞

❝ I command you to … transform into a magical tiger! ❞

❝ I would never leave you. You are my family. ❞

❝ I just don’t know what I’m doing out here anymore. ❞

❝ I don’t know if we’ll ever get back home. ❞

❝ Let’s go captain! Lead the way! You can do it! ❞

❝ Yes. All hope will soon be lost. ❞

❝ There has to be another way. ❞

❝ Hey, captain, do you hear that singing? ❞

❝ Did you know that dinosaurs had big ears but everyone forgot ‘cause dinosaur ears don’t have bones? ❞

❝ [Name]? Can we please stop pretending we’re gonna get home? ❞

❝ You can do anything if you set your mind to it. That’s what the old people say. ❞

❝ You need to stop acting ridiculous all the time! ❞

❝ Do you even know why we got lost in the first place? It’s ‘cause you were goofing around and getting into trouble like you always do. ❞

❝ Really? It was all my fault? ❞

❝ Thanks for trusting me. Don’t worry. I won’t let you down. ❞

❝ And if you don’t, I don’t care. I’ll pull down your underwear. ❞

❝ Well, I’m supposed to be a leader, but I don’t know how. ❞

❝ But … anything is possible if you set your mind to it, right? ❞

❝ I should have been leading better. I was goofing off again, like always, and now you’re stuck here. ❞

❝ I’m sorry I got us lost. ❞

❝ The fight is over. ❞

❝ So, you want to go look for frogs with me like you said you would a while ago and haven’t done yet? ❞

❝ Is the dove never to meet the sea for want of the odious mountain? ❞

❝ Hey. So .. frog hunt? ❞

❝ No, I just want to wallow in misery. ❞

❝ You’re the total package too, [Name]. ❞

❝ My life is crumbling all around me! ❞

❝ Do you believe in … ghosts? ❞

❝ I’ll pretend to be a dead elephant and distract them! ❞

❝ Slow down, you’re gonna trip or something. ❞

❝ Don’t climb up there. That’s dangerous! Get down here before you hurt yourself! ❞

❝ Once again, you ruin my life. ❞

❝ We found our lucky frog! We got to name him for good luck. ❞

❝ Here, eat some dirt. ❞

❝ You’re in no shape to head into that snowstorm. ❞

❝ You’ll be no good to him dead. ❞

❝ I was never any good to him alive, either. ❞

❝ Uh, well, that sounds impossible. ❞

❝ And I thought you might give up. ❞

❝ Give up? I’ll never give up. ❞

❝ I can’t—not yet. Not until [Name] is safe. ❞

❝ Hold your tongue or I’ll remove it from your mouth. ❞

❝ Let’s get you free. ❞

❝ No, I was just eating leaves. ❞

❝ No, no. It’s my fault we ended up here. Everything’s been my fault. I-I should have been more— ❞

❝ I stole it, [Name]. I stole it. I’m a stealer. ❞

❝ What? No, that doesn’t matter. ❞

❝ I won’t let that happen! ❞

❝ Well, then, perhaps we better make a deal. ❞

❝ I’m trying to help you. ❞

❝ Are you ready to see true darkness? ❞

❝ I’ve got my own problems to take care of. This one’s yours. ❞

❝ Are you really ready to go back to that empty house? ❞

❝ [Name]? [Name]? You ok? Can you see me, [Name]? ❞

❝ The loveliest lies of all— ❞

❝ Hospital … ? [Name] … Where’s [Name]?! ❞

[christiansorrell]

Play Report: Tacticians of Ahm #2

Tonight, I ran the second session of an ongoing playtest of an upcoming starter Tacticians of Ahm adventure I'm hoping to get out in the February update (the game is itchfunding now). So, here's a play report (and here's a link to the first play report)!

After the chaos of the griffin attack on the Academy's field day, everyone went back inside the Academy walls for safety. Both griffins, including the one carrying Von Lopesbane, flew off to the northeast, after getting hit by enough attacks from the professors and student tacticians below to be thoroughly annoyed.

Inside the walls, the party saw a number of scouts coming in from the north, west, and eastern roads, all with the same news: sightings and reports of imperial soldiers (even several skyriders - the empress's griffin rider legion) attacking Ahmian citizens - all while proclaiming to be fighting back against the corrupt1on!

Groups of Tacticians and their advisors began to form parties to go out and address these various reports - after all what's a better final exam than the real thing? Professor Dana Turr, an elderly naga woman and the Senior Term headmaster, gave the group an option (since their advisor, Von Lopesbane, was missing): Find Von Lopesbane on their own and it will earn them a guaranteed early graduation and exemption from the remaining weeks of exercises. The other Tacticians on site at the Academy are spread too thin with more violent reports nearby, but she can't abandon Von Lopesbane and if the imperial army is involved, this could be serious enough to actually mean he's in serious risk.

The group agreed and were sent off to Quartermaster Bormos to get field equipment before heading out: 5 rations, a healing potion, and a piece of equipment (under 25g) of their choice. Both Tacticians took Leather Armor. Quablin bought both of them backpacks for the road.

The group headed out, into the region northeast of the academy in search of Von Lopesbane.

The party was somewhat familiar with this region from their time at the Academy. To the north was Four Families, a collection of four family farms all housed very close to one another - the road eerily quiet. To the east, the village of Dodona - smoke rising up from that direction in the distance. To the far north, ruins of an old war watchtower, formally abandoned for centuries.

Helios pushed for the group to head to Four Families and then east towards Dodona. The road was strangely quiet on the way (no random encounters were rolled).

They arrived at the farmhouses and found it, again, strangely quiet. They approached the nearest house and a halfling farmer whispered at them out of the shrubs - There are soldiers in the house! They attacked the other houses and his family only just made it out in time.

Helios approached the house and tried to convince the soldiers inside that she was a higher ranking officer, but the soldiers were assured in their mission, claiming Helios to likely be an agent of the corrupti0n. Frustrated, Helios kicked down the door and rushed in!

Over a 4 round fight, the Tacticians faced 1 Lietenant (EL2) and 2 Spearman (EL1). Through a clever use of Stupor to stun two of the enemies followed by a perfect backstab from Helios the group took the fight but both were just a strike away from falling. The gained 1 XP, 1 RP for their combo and leveled their Relationship to Level 1.

They questioned the defeated troops, you seemed out of sorts, babbling about corrupt1on, being far from home, and the vile nature of the White Walled City - almost as if the concepts of D4RKW3LL and Ahm were swapped in their mind.

Next time, the party travels onward!

[Design notes: We were testing some changes/expansions here to overland travel as it is currently written in the published rulebook. It's more of a node-based pointcrawl than a traditional hexcrawl (like the FF Tactics overworld map). The other thing I'm focusing on going forward in playtests in holding myself better to the digital nature of the world and highlighting those aspects (and providing guidance in the rulebook for GMs to know how to do the same).](edited)

Tacticians of Ahm is itchfunding now and it currently at it's lowest price (just $15 USD) with monthly updates coming from February to September of this year (and hopefully beyond)!

[lunasuccor]

So I wanted to write one specific interaction between my Tarnished and Ranni and then wrote this whole several paragraphs to get there, so enjoy I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

For this new playthrough to get to Shadow of The Erdtree DLC I’ve been leaning heavy into rp-ing a bit and really taking my time again with the game.

Several steps into the chilling fog, she heard a monsterous step and readied one of her katana, then froze as she saw a large dragon’s silhouette within the fog. The Tarnished heaved a heavy sigh, closing her eyes before flicking them back open and noticing an immense tower further back behind the beast. Pausing, she sheathed her katana and ducked into cover among some ruins, pacing herself as she slipped by the dragon. Approaching the tower with curiosity, she stopped just before the stairs leading inside, as three wolves laid by the gate. Though seeming feral as any wolf, these three were different, they almost seemed to be guarding the structure.

Slowly rising to their feet, they gave a low growl of warning, and though the Tarnished put a hand on her blade she soon released it. One of them dove at her and she kicked it aside knocking it out against the ruins with a whine, another charging only to be backhanded. The third managed to bite deep into her left shoulder, pulling her down as the one she had punched latched onto her leg. Part of the Tarnished considered relenting, yet quickly she decided she had come too far to not see what lay in wait inside the tower, and she brought down her fist to knock out the beast on her leg. Gripping the wolf biting down into her shoulder with one arm, she brought down the side of her palm on it’s neck, knocking it out and dropped it onto the ground.

Finally free of the wolves, though still fighting against the blood loss, she used the walls of the tower to support her as she made her way through. Glintstone clusters, various astrological equipment, and books littered the halls of the tower. Soon The Tarnished came upon an elevator and fell to one knee to stabilize herself as she ascended on the platform, feeling on the brink of fainting. At the top, she took a few hesitant steps up the stairs before freezing on one of the landings, nearly falling off the outer edge of the building before stopping herself and toppling backwards against the wall. There, the Tarnished sat a while, and watched the dragon patrolling in the fog below as her vision continued to fade, contemplating throwing herself from the tower in an attempt to die while fighting the beast. It was just then the Tarnished heard a familiar voice in her ear, an ethereal and soothing voice which may as well be the spirits - come to ferry her to the afterlife.

“Oh?. . .Again we cross paths. But, I have no memory of inking thee an invitation. . .Tarnished.”

The Tarnished said nothing, still breathing heavy from her wounds, Renna squated down her level gracefully. Reaching out with one of her hands, Renna caressed The Tarnished’s jaw, tilting her head and face into her direction. Her half closed eye staring into Renna’s face with a vast emptiness, a lack of purpose.

“I see. . .thou hath lost thy faith - in the Golden Order. And in doing so, become a mad beast with none to serve. Thou art a rare sort, not a Tarnished as the order would brand thee, but a knight most fair, yet lost - directionless. Though mayhaps fate hath steered thee to this reunion.

Wilt thou enter into my service?

I am the witch Ranni. I stole Death long ago, and search now for the dark path. That I might one day upend the whole of it, and rid the world of all that came before. Well? Has that roused thy interest?”

Ranni’s words struck the Tarnished, during her journey thus far in the Lands Between, none had dared speak against the words of the Golden Order as she is now. Sure there had been a few lunatics along the way speaking of their own plans and goals, or cursing the golden order in hushed whispers. Though the frail doll before her proudly declared her heretic plans, with a gaze of determination and a compassionate half smile for even a bloodied stray upon her doorstep. Gently, the Tarnished reached up to dismiss Ranni’s hand, struggling to get into a kneeling position on a single knee. Offering her hand, the Tarnished lowered her head in a solemn vow, and with a chuckle Ranni touched her hand.

“I anticipate good work from thee.”

[echoesoflila]

RP Sample - Logan Howlett

The air was thick with tension as Logan paced back and forth, his claws sliding in and out with an almost rhythmic precision. The ruins of an old warehouse loomed around them, the aftermath of their latest skirmish with yet another nameless mercenary group. Deadpool, ever the picture of irreverent calm, was leaning against a crumbling wall, his mask slightly askew, revealing a smirk that Logan found both infuriating and oddly reassuring. 

"Listen Wade," Logan growled, his voice a low rumble filled with barely restrained fury. "I told you to stay put. We had a plan. You charging in like a damn lunatic nearly got us both killed." He watched as Wade shrugged his shoulders. "Plans are boring, Logan. Besides, did you see the look on that guy's face when I--" 

Logan cut him off with a snarl. "This isn't a game. We’re up against something bigger than both of us. Next time, you follow my lead, or I’ll carve it into your skull myself. Got it?" As Wade continued to smirk, Logan couldn’t help but feel a mix of frustration and reluctant camaraderie. ‘Damn fool,’ Logan thought, but he’s got guts. There’s a madness to his method, a reckless bravery that sometimes even I envy. Wade’s grin widened, and he gave a mock salute. "Aye aye, Cap'n. But admit it, you missed our quality time together." Logan rolled his eyes, a reluctant smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Just try not to get us killed, okay?"  Logan thought about the battles ahead. He knew they were walking into deeper waters, and despite Deadpool's antics, having him around might just tip the odds in their favour.

Wade pushed off the wall and sauntered over, twirling one of his katanas with casual ease. "You know, Logan, for someone who's lived as long as you have, you sure worry a lot." Logan grunted, sheathing his claws and crossing his arms. "It's called experience. You'd do well to learn a bit of it yourself."

They began to move through the wreckage, their eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of movement. Logan’s heightened senses were on high alert, his instincts sharpened by years of combat. Despite Wade’s carefree attitude, Logan knew the mercenary was equally vigilant, in his own unpredictable way. The quiet stretched between them, broken only by the sound of debris crunching under their boots.

"I get it, you know," Wade said suddenly, his voice uncharacteristically sombre. Logan glanced over, raising an eyebrow. "Get what?" Wade shrugged, not meeting Logan's eyes. "The whole lone wolf thing. Trust issues, not wanting to get too close to people 'cause you think it'll hurt less when they die or leave. But guess what? It still hurts, buddy."

Logan stopped, taken aback by the unexpected insight. For a moment, he saw past the mask and the jokes to the man beneath, scarred and damaged in ways that mirrored his own. "You think I don't know that?" Logan muttered, more to himself than to Deadpool. He shook his head, trying to dispel the sudden wave of emotion. "We need to focus on the mission. Whatever's coming, we face it together. And we make sure it doesn’t walk away."

Logan noticed Deadpool's eyes softened, just for a second, before his usual grin reappeared. "Together, huh? You really know how to make a guy feel special." Logan felt Wade giving a playful punch on the arm, then bounded ahead. "Come on, let's go find some bad guys to beat up. It's what we do best!"

[punk-octo]

Hi I had a flieder dream post in my rp and wanted to share here :>

Copy and pasted from discord so forgive any format weirdness

As Flieder rests, her train of thought drifts in and out of consciousness. The sound of her violin echoing in her mind trudges up a memory she attempted to bury on her trip to the mining facility, one of her life before.

S2356’s hooves hitting the pristine tile echoes down the estate hall, bouncing off tall walls and curving with the coved ceilings. She looks down at her watch as it clicks, the rhythmic sound of the gears turning inside brings S2356’s focus to it. ‘21:45, right on time.’ she thinks as she stops at the bedroom door at the end of the hall. She puts on a warm smile before knocking three times and then entering the room.

She opens the door to the young madam’s room, immediately noticing that she’s laid her toys out on the floor to play with them again. While this did ruin S2356’s organization, she couldn’t be mad at the child for being happy. The bedroom walls were covered in rudimentary drawings of the household gestalt family and some of the replika workers. Her favorite, though, was the one of the young gestalt girl holding hands with a green-eyed Eule, it made her smile even widen when she saw it.

The young gestalt girl was sitting on her bed in the back center of the room, her nightwear already on. Her face was scrunched in frustration as she held an instrument in her hands, one far too large for her little fingers as she attempted to slide the bow across the strings in vain. Her eyes lit up as the Eule entered her room. Her face was blurry in the memory, Flieder tried to focus on it but her mind failed her, all she could recall were the bright brown eyes of the girl and the slightly crooked, toothy smile.

*“Flieder!” the young girl exclaimed, S2356 was shocked for a moment, she was surprised the new nickname had reached the ears of the gestalts. Nevertheless, she smiled back. “Hello, █████, it’s time for bed.” She responded as she walked over and sat on the foot of the bed.

"But I’m not tired!” the girl pouted as Flieder began to pull the covers up and arrange the pillows.

Flieder chuckled a bit as she finished, “You say that every night but then fall asleep as soon as I leave, dear.” She reached to gently grab the instrument away from her, “I see you’ve been practicing the violin.”

The girl lays down under the covers and crosses her arms in frustration, “It’s too hard! I can’t press the strings. It’s stupid.”

" Oh come on, practice makes perfect █████, I’m sure your father wouldn’t appreciate you throwing in the towel so early.” Flieder looks down at the violin in her hands, she doesn’t play it herself so it’s a bit hypocritical to scold the child for it.

█████ thinks for a moment before her face brightens with an idea, “Can you learn it? Then you can teach me!”

Flieder’s eyes widen with surprise, not expecting the request, “Me? I don’t think I’d be a very good player…”

The young gestalt sits up slightly with renewed energy, “You will be! You taught me other stuff so this should be easy! Then I won’t have to practice so much on my own.”

Flieder sighed, if it was a request, she couldn’t exactly refuse. She thinks for a moment then gives in “Alright fine, I will try. But that doesn’t mean you can skip out on practice, ok? We’ll have to learn it together.” She pulls the covers up over the girl as she falls back on the feather pillows, “And you can’t make fun of me when I’m bad at it.”

The girl laughed a bit as she sank into the mattress, getting tired just on time. “Ok, I won’t I promise.” Her eyes began to shut as Flieder went to turn off the bedside lamp. “I love you Flieder…” she whispered.

Flieder tensed for a moment, she knew she wasn’t supposed to show the child too much affection but her heart ached if she didn’t. “...I love you too, █████. Goodnight.”

The child muttered back as Flieder got up to exit the room, violin in hand. As she closed the door she looked down at it. She would learn how to play it, just for her.

----

Flieder woke from the dream memory with a start, coolant drops forming on her brow. After a moment, she sighed and put her head in her hand, moving her bangs out of the way. The cold suffocating metal of the room only reinforced the difference between what she once had and what she is stuck with now.

She looks over to see the violin next to her on the bed, she must have forgetting to put it away last night. The sight of it makes a pit of sadness in her chest, her throat bobbing as old memories still play in her mind. Not being able to bear it, she gets up and slides the instrument under her bed where it belongs. She gets up and moves towards the mirror. The night left her looking messy, no where near her own standards. As she goes to adjust her hair, she sees her left eye twitch, creating an ugly asymmetry on her face. She looks up and barely touches the lower lid as it spazzes and lets out another sigh.

"Work. Work will take it off of my mind." After attempting to fix her appearance a bit more, Flieder moves past her bed once again, the thought of the violin still burning like a flare under her bunk. She moves into the hallway and begins her day.

[silkendandelion]

A continuation of this post about what happened to Texas in the fallout rp I’m working on, but this one’s about an OC:

Warnings: Slavery, violence, psychological torture, the Legion are their own warning, Fallout-typical angst

Shenandoah “Darling” Walker is one such talented Farrier, he makes good conversation and had claim on one of the shorter paths until he left for Oklahoma. He also offers to shoe Brahmins and Bighorns for extra money, and is one of the very few trade farriers left, making him popular with caravans and travelers alike.

“Me? Name’s Shenandoah Walker, but you can call me Darling. Mama did, and now everyone else does too.”

Born in Killeen, Texas, Shenandoah was raised on the outskirts of the Tri-City Commonwealth, what was built upon the combined ruins of Waco, Houston, and Austin. Despite it’s size, most of the communities are remarkably poor, though they reliably trade with each other.

When the Walker farmland began to fail, his father took up extra work as a caravan guard. His previous experience as a former member of the New Marshals made him an easy hire, despite his age. The New Marshals are as close to their old west counterparts as anyone has ever come, wandering cowboy-types that keep law and order across the various commonwealths within the Hoof.

After his mother became pregnant with her third child, Darling (13 years old), who had always been in charge of helping to protect his mother and younger brother (11) while their father was away, was suddenly given his father’s lucky coin.

Item: Daddy Walker’s Lucky Coin, a pre-war silver dollar with the face side melted off, +5 Luck

He told his son: “for a little extra help, since your mother’s about to pop, and not on her feet much anymore”. He never returned, confirmed over a month later when the caravan company finally delivered the news that the brahmin and all merchants and guards were killed by raiders.

Life went on, and they continued to scrape by with what Darling made selling game and what their mother made as a clerk when she was well enough to return to work. But, things continued to worsen when an unknown disease hit their town. They believe his mother brought it home from her job, and everyone fell ill except for Darling. The baby (now 18 months) did not survive.

When Darling was 19, he was approached to be a Farrier, but declined because his younger brother (17) had already agreed to train to become a Marshal and he did not want to leave their mother alone. Less than a year later, his younger brother would be killed a few weeks short of finishing his training, in a shootout in Plano, TX.

Ever optimistic but clearly beginning to fray from his family dwindled down to just two, the last straw was coming home, flowers in hand, to find his mother passed away upright in her favorite chair.

“The… doctor said her heart gave out on her. I can’t say I blame her, after losing her husband, all her babies… But wasn’t I her baby too?” - Darling, on his mother’s death

So, Darling (19) left their farmhouse for the last time, now empty and with four white crosses on the hill, and headed to the northern border to see if that Farrier job was still open. He would work the Hoof for about 8 years, until a merchant he was escorting complimented the shoes he put on his Brahmin, telling him he should consider coming to Oklahoma, and that the reservation was open to those with useful trades.

Originally resistant, Darling eventually decided it might be a way to settle down, living safely within the reservation walls and forming long-term friendships that weren’t other mercenaries.

After what turned into a much longer journey than he anticipated, with plenty of bullshit to be sidetracked by, he finally made it to the reservation—and pressed the call button on the gate.

To his horror, the doors did not open. No voices respond to his questions, and the call box is quiet, filled instead with eerie static.

“They have never been quiet. The Reservation is notoriously picky, everyone in the Plains knows that—but they have always had an answer.” - Darling, on the Worst Day Ever

And as he pleads with rising succession, he begins to panic at being out in the open alone, hearing the footfalls of Legion troops in the tree line—waiting, hoping to ambush travelers on their way to the reservation gate, or upon rejection. As he begs for his life, Darling chooses to flee, running the wall just long enough to attempt to find an opening—and is unsuccessful.

Captured, his hands are bound and he’s made to walk behind the Legion soldiers back to the nearest Legion occupied town. There, the troops begin to sell off their slaves, but stop when they realize they are in the presence of their leader: Nero, who became unchallenged upon Caesar’s death in the Mojave.

“As intelligent and narcissistic as Caesar, except he loves so-called ‘degenerate’ pleasures and excess. Twice as dangerous, because he ain’t afraid to spread the Legion to the Pacific Ocean at the cost of every soldier and every innocent soul from here to there.” - Darling, on Nero

When Nero saw Darling in the market, he stopped the sale, demanding the troops relinquish him, and paid accordingly: 1000 caps.

“How the gods have smiled upon me, to gift me a successor—finally—one with the beauty of Achilles and the mighty glare of Patroclus. I have waited for you, my light, as long as I have drawn breath.” - excerpt from Nero’s private journal, regarding Darling

Darling is brought to Ft. Carson, Colorado, where he is told by Nero himself that they were “destined” to meet and that he will not tend the fields or do the washing. He is to be Nero’s successor, to become his Legate and lead his army in the new march on the West. One last time, to succeed where “[they] cannot fail, because Caesar’s rot has finally died with him.”

For five years, he does not leave the Fort. He does not hear his name.

“Achillides”, the Legion calls him, both in and out of Nero’s presence on threat of death. He’s given robes suiting his status, fed at Nero’s table, bathed by other slaves, and studies under the tutor of Nero’s highest scholar: Cicero, all while the chain attached to his ankle clinks beneath his chair.

When Nero visits to check on the progress of his studies, Darling is given a smile and a “very good, Achillides”, regardless of whether his Latin was correct or not.

When Nero’s reach to touch him in any context is always met with recoil, he simply says “Do not be afraid, my light. I have too much patience to harm you.”

When Darling trains with the other officers, he is only given praise when he wins, when he stands over another soldier, chest heaving and knuckles bloody.

And when he’s tired, or bored, and loses control over his accent, or uses a contraction Nero disapproves of—he’s slapped across the face hard enough his ears ring. If his body weren’t honed from endless drills, he would have been knocked to the floor.

For five years, he does not leave the Fort.

Until one ordinary evening, when his unruly mouth earned him an evening off in his room, cursed to be alone with only the few books Nero approved for him and the harp he refused to learn to play, he meets a man. Covered completely in dirty, black armor, with a round, dark green helmet and goggles with red lenses.

The man fills his doorway, fills the silence with only the thump of his boots on the concrete floor, and Darling realizes that the bloody footprints he leaves behind him must be related to the guards he hasn’t seen walk by in hours.

Darling jumps up to run, cursing the manacle that keeps him tethered to the floor, and as he scrambles to explain himself, that he’s not Legion, that he’s unarmed—the chain snaps. And the stranger tosses it’s fragments elsewhere.

As it turns out, his belongings from his old life weren’t burned, and he flees the fort on the heels of this mysterious stranger, back in his old clothes, his cowboy hat and boots, and with his daddy’s coin back in his pocket.

On that night, all the slaves at Ft. Carson were free.

(Put your Fallout headcanons and rp lore in the tags so I can read them!)

[fishermcn]

In a fight my muse... (elden ring style).

Bold the applicable, italicize if more situational or nuanced for what fits your muse tries in battle.

closes distance / makes distance.

uses overwhelming force / whittles down an opponent.

can endure a long fight. / cannot.

is quick to start a fight. / is rarely the instigator.

tries to dodge. / tries to block.

uses psychological tactics. / focuses on martial approach.

is a graceless fighter. / elegant fighter.

values honor. / uses dirty tactics.

accepts defeat. / begs for mercy. / cuts and runs.

// a bit of insight for the curious:

1.) when push comes to shove, sam relies on a combination of his more lethal aromatics and exploding jars to ruin someone's day or force an opening for his escape. he prefers creating distance for himself with a cloud of virulent poison or a roaring wall of flame, taking the opportunity space provides to decide on fight or flight.

1.) due to his shortness of breath, chronic cough and heart issues, a fight going on longer than two minutes will exhaust sam. as such a prolonged engagement is off the table, and sam avoids direct confrontation when possible. he'll attempt to weaken an enemy or tire them out with traps or aromatics before attempting to move in for a kill with a knife or his blade.

2.) should all else fail and his arsenal isn't enough to finish a fight, two things will occur. sam will draw a scavenger's curved sword and attempt to bleed out an attacker mercilessly... and he'll ring his spirit calling bell to summon one of two spirits. depraved perfumer carmaan's arrival is heralded with a fresh bombardment of aromatics, while the other has yet to be matched in a fight.

Inspired by a few things across rp tumblr, feel free to elaborate more if you’d like. And feel free to modify as needed for multi-muse blogs. Repost please instead of rbing!

tagged by: @rotten-pest (for this? for tagging me in a fight-prompt like this? homies for life :y)

tagging: @hexenjagd, @vulpesse, @yellowfingcr, @bcwblade, @miserycorde, @goesblind, @lumenfall, and you! i want to know how your muse throws down (ง'̀-'́)ง

[venomous-ragno]

Martyr (Prologue)

I've recently been obssessed with CoD again and had this idea of a storyline that I needed to write or else I'll explode. This is not an rp thing, just my own story I may or may not continue.

Warnings: Mention of blood and death, nothing descriptive tho

Tags: CoD, f!reader, possible CoD boys x f!Reader in future parts

"So let me recap", Soap massaged his temples with a drawn out sigh, "we're supposed to find and eliminate a German soldier whose whole squad was decimated... Months ago? And the German government calls a team of SAS vigilantes to do the job? Did I get that right."

Price wordlessly flipped through the papers. Given to him by an acquaintance of his in the British armed forces, he'd accepted them with a healthy dose of scepticism, no less confused than his team now.

"How do we even know if she's still alive?" Gaz addressed the elephant in the room. "It's been three months. Not even we have it easy out here, let alone a single person entirely on her own." His eyes darted back and forth between his comrades, each deep in thought. Soap sported an expression of insomnia and doubt with a dash of migraines; Price kept skimming through the pages in his hands, each decorated by blackened out bars redacting information, marked with bright red [TOP SECRET] stamps.

And Ghost?

Ghost leant against a wall somewhere in the back of that run down warehouse they called base. The most unseeming, long forgotten place on the outskirts of a city lost to chaos. The flickering lights of their only lamp barely reached him, casting him into the shadows he so loved.

"Something's fishy." Husky was his voice and careful his words.

Captain Price nodded.

"According to what limited info we have, they're certain she's alive because there's been an SOS signal set off somewhere in this area, and it was directed at German comms. As if that were proof enough..." He muttered the last part, unceremoniously throwing the folder unto the table in their midst. Not enough reliable hints and too many unanswered questions.

"So what do we do?", Soap asked, "go on a treasure hunt for someone who's most likely dead?"

"An order's an order, Soap." Price's brow rose. Soap sighed. He knew that tone. Commanding. Reprimanding. I call the shots, you follow.

"Of course, Sir." He replied, grabbing a somewhat broken stool and sitting down with it's back facing the table, "what's our plan?"

Eyes closed for the briefest of moments. Her back pressed against concrete, grip tight on the rifle in her arms. She calmed her mind and flattened her breath; can't have them find her now, not when she's survived for this long, not until she's found him.

Agitated screams echoed through dimly lit streets. Dogs barked and cars honked, covering the sounds of debris crunching underneath blood crusted boots. Her eyes darted left and right, up and down. Every rooftop, every corner and dark alley scanned for possible threats until she took refuge in what was once a beautiful villa, now, remnants of times long gone. Times of peace and happiness, of laughter and family gatherings and birthdays - nothing more than a distant memory in the minds of the locals. She knew what it meant when they looked upon her with a gaze so cold as they reached for the gun hidden underneath the belt. All that pain and fear and anger clutching their hearts.

And truly, who could blame them?

Their home lay in ruins and their kin in blood.

She ducked as a car drove by. Windows smashed and one door missing, hood bent and tires covered in grafittis of a symbol she recognised even in the dark. How proudly they displayed it: On houses, cars, even their uniform had it plastered all across expensive armour. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, that symbol.

Counting seconds even after the patrol disappeared and its sounds mingled with the city, she glanced down the street before continuing her way forward. Deeper into the center she went. Idiotic, really. Suicidal even. All it needed was a single moment of negligence on her part, no, a stroke of bad luck would be enough and it'd all be over. Three months of raw survival for nothing.

How long would the candle burn in the midst of  lashing winds?

The blood of her comrades had long dried on her, melting into the camouflage of her uniform.

She won't die here. She promised. And she'll keep her promise, no matter what.

Taglist: @undertaker-02

Dividers by @mikeykuns & @silkholland

[residentweasels]

OOC Quotes from the RP :3

We've hardly started but we already have some good ones sooo :P

Also seperated by groups because they have their own things going on... for now :}

(read more under the cut because this is lonnnngg)

WEBTRIO

That damned name, who was squealing like a pig out in the hall?

Why, he hasn't felt this alive since 78'!

Betrayal has never felt so good.

He had been the most powerful man alive for a day, and died in the same 24 hours.

He hissed out the name, his apparently devilish eyes staring daggers into Ethan's e/c orbs.. get his ass.

‘Who the hell are these people?’ He wondered but he quickly found out that it would have to be answered another time because he was being shot at by one of them.

This dangerous and deranged scientist just finished making a deadly virus and yet he wasn't smart enough to think of not hitting the wall and hurting himself.

Was he seeing things? Had he finally hit his breaking point?

Was that Albert Fucking Wesker?

“Now look at what you've done! Those heels cost me $2000 and you've ruined them”

"Welcome to what has become Hell then, you mongrel.." Wesker ruthlessly tossed him towards Leon, aiming to add insult to injury to the campy moron.

He clutched onto the case again and was cut off by the fucking door being flung forward and crushed under the boots of the man he swore had died just a few months ago.

Why The Fuck Was Wesker Here? Why Does That Man Know My Daughter? What The Fuck Was Going On?

She gestured to the pathetic homoerotic display before her, significantly unbothered compared to everyone else in the room.

Oh fuck, was he going to die? This felt worse than when he was surrounded by those guards.

‘So I'm seeing a ghost and a man who might as well be one’

He swiftly removed his glasses, staring with an unsure feeling. He was talking to Birkin! A shame it was under these circumstances.

However, he was no longer that naive sixteen year old trying to impress and be like that shaded man who was so admirable. He was now a grown ass man with a family and proof of his life's work in his arms, having no need for such useless feelings.

His expression quickly drops and he looks bitter again, like he just ate a lemon.

"Albert obviously needs his serum.. You boys try not to kill each other while I'm gone”

This darkness, this curse, was a blessing as well. He had to ensure Birkin would know, he.. should show Birkin outright. Uroboros writhed beneath, attempting a worthy plea to enter into the other scientist. Maybe it was due to the connection he had with him that the virus just.. wanted that untouched flesh.

“But I can't be surprised that looking into your eyes tells me you want it again.”

Birkin felt uncomfortable as Excella walked away. The fuck did he do to deserve that kind of attitude?

“You.. certainly have an interesting taste in partners, Al.”

“You know me best. You know this is.." Hungry eyes. "Not as personal as you think it is." His mouth flattened, and he leaned extra close. "It's what it needs. It's prosperity. Thriving in a target-rich environment. But only you're here.”

He could feel the desire warding off of Albert, moreso Albert's illness.

“Fuck, he was about to torn apart, wasn't he?

Birkin choked out in surprise, feeling the tendrils constrict around his body.

Jesus fuck, he just had to fall at the worse times. He stumbled and slammed into the wall on accident like a fucking idiot, falling onto his knees.

Broken heels, broken nails, ruined makeup, glass cuts, today was certainly not Excella's day!

Oh no, not again. Doctor, you've truly outdone yourself. As in really, you didn't have to break my heart again like that.

BLONDUO

Unaware of the almost miraculous transport, he called out the man's name in a tone betraying his confusion and anger. He ended up yelling at an office plant in the hallway.

Leon readied himself, looking the monster dead into the large beady eye it held. "Let's go, amigo."

Or he had to have landed in the reception room of heaven or- wherever the fuck you go when you die…

"This is hell," he thought, "Chris shot me and I'm in hell."

Was that mascara in her eye? Well, that wasn't the worst out of everyone's predicaments.

He really should have gone to that shitty Southern Californian Methodist church with his grandparents more if this is what hell was like.

He felt a little bad for knocking over that plant, but he really couldn't go and fix it now.

He paused, trying to make sure he wasn't hallucinating or something, since logically if he was dead Leon fucking Kennedy should not be here.

Even more difficult now that the strange, ragdoll-like man had been thrown at him like some sort of wet biscuit, if Leon had any doubts about his ribs being fractured then, he was damn sure now that they were truly broken with the impact of the grown man being thrown against him.

what a shame that the famed Leon S. Kennedy was now muttering incoherencies and groans while gripping the other man's chest

"How... How the fuck do you know my name- who... Fuck it... Just. Help me. I have too many goddamn questions I'm being, stuffed a goddamn philosopher's buffet..."

"DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME- BASTAAAAARD-"

How could he even consider being able to go against Leon Fucking Kennedy. The man was in the police force for gods sake, he took down bioweapons on his own.

"Luis, goddamnit if you were here- if this is Hell you would be here you cheeky asshole..”

"Me? Younger? Hah- that's a compliment... Ashely said It looked like I was aging a shit ton while we were together..."

"Whoah there cowboy... Who's Evelyn? Mold? Hell you talking about? Las Plagas is a parasite. Probably created by the fucker who threw you onto me, and as you can see, it's taking over my goddamn body."

“Damn I was shocked when I learned that zombies were a damn thing, but time travel? This is a whole new ballgame..."

"Let's at least try and make peace, for a little bit... We ain't science guys, we need the big brains to help."

[wolfvirago]

@npcharacters - from this

Considering her high dexterity, it would probably be wise if she tried to disarm the traps. Usually, Robin asked Astarion to do it... His nimble fingers made quick work of lockpicking, trap-busting, and pickpocketing. But he had stayed at camp this time... Ugh.

Timing was everything. Or maybe she didn't have the best luck.

"Just... Gimme a second, fire-girl." It was more an affectionate, playful nickname than anything, the ranger's lips upturned in a pleasant grin.

"Can you see if there are any traps near me? Do you see anything?" It was better to doublecheck, really... She was running on not a lot of sleep, so if there was something in the dark she would normally see, she might miss it this time.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Dbz King Kong Au in "The legend of the Mighty Great Ape"

On the Dark and Raining Night in the City of West City, Saphira was Coming home from the grocerie shopping until she sees the strange car that she doesn't know was parked on her Drive way Near her Massive manor…as she began to parked into the garage..and began to walk inside..there she sees some clothes scattered onto the floor as the sound of Moaning echoing into the hall ways and she began to follow to the Sorce..and notice the door was opened..and she saw Her Now "Soon-to-be EX-" Fiance Name "Timothy Conney" making Love With His Mistress….Her Blood began to Boil when she sees Him doing this..and all the 7 years of Relationship has been Gone Down the Drain, So She began to Speak in rage,

Saph:"TIMOTHY LANDUS CONNEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!?"

Tim froze and so does his mistress in fear seeing saphira all in rage and all..and Saphira's eyes was now like an angry fire burning Right at him..and then he said,

Tim:"Saph! I can Explain! this wasn't Looks like!"

Saph:"OH! This Wasn't Look like huh!? Well It Looks like you've been making love with This BITCH And Throwing all this 7 years of OUR relationship Down the Toilet FOR THIS!"

Saphira Said Coldly While Pointed at the Mistress Who is Clearly Scared of Saphira's Fury And then She said that will make him begged for Mercy,

Saphira:"Thats it! I'M CALLING OFF THE ENGAGEMENT And I'M KICKING YOU AND THAT BITCH OUT! And also..I'm calling your parents and tell them everything you've done and Including this!"

Tim:"SAPH! No please! I'm sorry..I've begging you..I'll treat you better this time…I'll break up with her! Just please..My parents will punish me For this!"

Saph:" I don't care! I knew your parents Hated Cheaters and it'll be really Shocked if their son is a Serial Cheater and tarnish the families name for it..and also I'll be suing you for this as well along with your Whore!"

Saphira Did call her parents as she was told him, So His parents grabbed him and the mistress and tore timmy up into a new For what he had done to saphira for mistreatment and Cheating as well…after that…Saphira the next day..try to work at the theater as a lovely actress..but the theater was closed down Due to Bankrupt and Now..She was desparate to find it..until this Explorer wanted saphira to be part of this "Act" in the movie..by taking her to an adventuring cruise..So Saphira accepted..as the Long Voyage of the sea..Fog was appearing almost looks like it came from the Horror story but they discovered an island that No one ever been there..or Live to tell the tale…after they landed on the Unknown island…where they sees the Giantantic walls and ruined villiage..until…it was an ambush by the natives..as one of them was killed..Made Saphira screaming bloody murder…but the Sound of the mighty beast Roars as the Natives Knew that She was Chosen to become the sacrifice of the Mighty beast itself but then Other Adventurers Came to the rescue..but that night..the natives taken Saphira for the Ritual of Sacrifice..She was tied up to the poles as She screams..and struggles..hearing the drums and Chanting…until silence was sudden…She hears the Loud Rustling and trees fallen..as she sees the Giant Dark figures…as She screams Louder and echoes through the island as the great ape looked at her with a piercing red eyes and he began to touched her cheeks with his finger gently and he began to grabbed her and tore the rope up..as he roars loudly…and runs to the jungle with her in his hands..and then..Something shocking that saphira heard..and This beast said…

[encrucijada]

hmm snowflake ❄️ and soup 🍲! (for the ask game)

🍲 soup: share a snippet where a character does something kind.

some quality ezra & her dad content from chapter 1 of evergreen lung

“we’ll get you cleaned up,” caleb said. “i’ll carry you, come on.”

i decided to stand, use my legs, and caleb instead went on ahead to open the door of the bathroom and flip the switch that would make the water hot. “your clothes will be good as new after a wash,” he said, eyes puffy and still glassy and wiping at his face for stray tears. we both knew this shirt was xio’s shirt, she and i fit about the same and to make room in the other wardrobe she put her clothes in mine. the shorts had been a gift from raquel, for my fifteenth birthday, they still fit me. now they were ruined, it was all ruined. seeped with mud and stained with grass.

caleb put a towel on the lid of the toilet and brought me a pair of pyjamas to change into when i asked if he could. he didn’t close the door all the way when he left, like to reassure himself i wouldn’t disappear when his back was turned.

❄️snowflake: talk about a unique trait or aspect of your favorite oc. have they been living rent-free in your brain? it’s time to talk about them!

i'm obviously gonna pick piedad because she has been inhabiting my brain the last few days. my Favourite aspect of piedad is what she is as a character. and that is: being the genre-aware character. in the pjo rp where she originates, piedad is a daughter of urania which allowed me to give her "seeing glimpses of the future in the stars" as part of her demigod powers. it was meant to be a quirky little thing, more akin to reading someone's horoscope for the day. then i made the mistake of allowing her one (1) concrete premonition: luke with golden eyes. piedad can, for all intents and purposes, "see the fourth wall". she knows she's in a tragedy. she knows luke is the hero of the tragedy. she knows luke is going to die. genuinely think she hasn't gone insane like ophelia did in hamlet is because on top of this piedad's fatal flaw is apathy. so she compartmentalises really well. she's cassandra on the steps of the castle telling the chorus she knows she's going to die. she's hermes at the beginning and end of hadestown talking about how "it's a sad song, it's a tragedy". knowing but going through with the expectations of the genre. she's approached by apollo for this very reason, being the god of prophecy and all. she asked him about it and he just shrugged it off. something something knowing your destiny only makes you run towards it faster in your attempt to avoid it. so piedad... she allows herself to be strung along. essentially she's the fleabag of the universe.

[ofwrxth]

Jakob moves inside Ines, long strokes driving him deeper and deeper into her tight cunt, her walls flexing around him as she struggles to take him deeper. He can tell she's fucked out, close to her edge but he prolongs her release because he can. Because hearing her messy words, pleasure overwhelming every part of her, drives him crazy. He wants her to feel him long after he's done. He wants Ines to remember how he'd stretched her, her walls fluttering and pulsing around him as he buries himself deep inside her, hitting that devastating place again and again. "I love how you take my cock," he bits her lower lip, tugging, "like you can barely handle it." But she could. Her slight frame practically writhing against him as he fucks up into her.

Even when his strokes slow, the roll of his hips torturing Ines, she still takes him deep. Her legs seem to spread of their own accord, and it takes all of Jakob's willpower not to fuck her harder than he is. He wants her to come undone, begging for it. He wants to know that she wants, needs, and craves him as much as he does her. When Ines starts to cry, Jakob kisses her tears, languid kisses peppered across her cheeks, tender despite how his cock penetrates her clenching walls. "Fucking hell, Nes, that's it. That's it." He whispers, urging her on, feeling how her body wants to give up but refuses. Like the thrill of the pleasure is worth the chase, even if she's exhausted, even if he wrings ever bit of pleasure out of her.

He can see it in Ines eyes, the way her gaze is unsteady when it meets his. When she says please he shakes his head, tongue licking the skin beneath her eat before tugging at her earlobe. "Not yet. You're doing so good." He encourages, feeling how stuffed her cunt is, the way if they were out of water, it would be oozing with cum and desire from earlier. He keeps hold of her throat, thumb running along her her soft skin as he forces her to look at him. She's still crying. Her body is so spent, so pushed to the edge, it's the only release she's been allowed.

But then he juts his hips again, hand gripping Ines' thigh tight to drive deep at the same time he presses over her swollen clit with two fingers. And just like that, her small frame flinches, pleasure rising up and overtaking her as she cums. Heat pools in Jakob's stomach but he doesn't let go yet, fucking Ines through her release as her cunt clenches deliciously around his length, drawing him deeper into him, as though unwilling to let him go. He groans lowly, head tipping back slightly at how her pussy tries to milk the pleasure out of him too. The way every part of her responds to him drives him crazy.

Jakob could stop, even if he's still chasing his pleasure. But he wants to ruin her cunt, wants her to be so spent she can't ever think of anyone else filling her the way she does. He wants Ines' legs to tremor and fingers to flinch in the aftermath of her pleasure. Caused by him. So he keeps fucking her through her release, knowing what's going to come as she meets his thrusts, whimpers and moans and low noises leaving her lips and his as he swallows each one with a desperate kiss. "Yes, yes, like that, Nes. C'mon, you're my," another thrust. Another groan. "Messy girl." He reminds her, a low groan in his throat before she's crying out, practically sobbing when she hits another high. A sudden rush causes her hips to buck, off him as a spray leaves her. It's only a shame he can't see it in the water and as she collapses into him, Jakob doesn't let her rest. Even if she's crying with the release of such pleasure.

Her body is flinching, trembling with the aftershocks of her pleasure but his cock is still hard, still straining for release. He needs to fill her. Needs to feel her spent cunt clenching around him when he cums inside of her. Jakob moves, practically scooping up Ines despite the water sloshing. He wraps her legs around him and steps from the tub, keeping his footing, because this is rp bitches, before pressing her into the wall. Their bodies are wet, pressing together as Jakob notches himself at her entrance again and juts his hips forward, driving his cock into her despite her cunt still fluttering from her release. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he hisses with each wet squelch from her cunt..

He runs a hand between their bodies, toying with her overstimulated clit, feeling her hips already bucking in protest at the sensation. "Shh, shh, it's okay" he mumbles against her throat, groaning as their bodies slap together, the wet noise of their skin and his cock pounding her cunt making his breathing heavier. "You can take it, Nes." Jakob moans, her noises fueling him on as he snaps his hips, her small frame jolting each time he draws out and then rams his cock back into her, bottoming her out. "You can do it," even if her hips are already flinching, and she's still crying from the onslaught of pleasure he fills her with. Heat boils in the pit of his stomach and all it takes is her heady gasp, another messy rush from her cunt for Jakob to be sent over the edge too. He spills into her, filling her already full, sticky cunt with his cum as she sprays out over his cock and the floor, crying out at the same time as him as they topple over the edge together.

Ines' breath stutters, her chest rising and falling as she feels the pressure building inside her. Her body aches in the most delicious way, cunt stretched around his cock, every slow, deep thrust pulling her closer to the edge. Jakob's voice, low and teasing, sends shivers down her spine and Ines can't control the way she whimpers, the way she melts in his arms. "I do, I want it really bad, Jakob. I love it so much, I love how you fuck me." her words are a scrambled, slurred mess and her tone is so desperate as she whines. She wants to speed up, to chase that release he's keeping just out of reach, but his grip on her hip keeps her in the tormenting tension.

Every time his cock pushes deeper, her cunt tightens around him, her body instinctively pulling him in. The burn of the stretch makes her gasp, her nails digging harder into his shoulders. "Oh, fuck." Ines knows she's crying, the tears gathering in her eyes and some escaping down her cheeks. It's all too much, the way the pressure builds and Ines lets out a sob. The slow, deep thrusts push a low and heavy pleasure into her, steadily and relentlessly, spreading warmth through her body, knotting in the pit of her stomach. She's completely fucked out already, and it's like she's counted backwards to be put under. Her eyes rolling as they flutter closed, her moans becoming long, drawn out, desperate sounds.

The teasing is unbearable, the steady roll of his thumb over her clit sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her, but never quite enough to let her fall over the edge. His cock is so deep, grinding up into her, making her soaked cunt stretch with each thrust and she feels it all. She feels every inch, every pulse. "Please," she whispers, voice cracking. Her body trembles, her cunt fluttering around him, desperate to pull him deeper. She's so close, and he keeps her right there on the edge.

Ines can barely focus when Jakob holds her face, but the possessiveness in his touch makes her eyes flutter open, heavy as she gasps and trembles. Melting even more because of him. Her vision is blurry from her tears, but she's nodding, wanting to do whatever it takes so she can cum all over his cock. Ines tries to meet his thrusts, her movements languid from exhaustion but then it happens. A pressure building quick and fast from how deep he fucks her. Her moan is sudden, body jolting from a quick hit of pleasure that makes her cum. But, not the kind of release that Jakob wants from her. Ines can barely take how he keeps fucking her through it, her cunt soaking and gripping his cock as small waves of orgasms roll through her, not just once but twice. "Fuck, fuck!"

She clutches at him harder, nails digging into his skin, a quiet sob hitching in her throat as the tension burns inside her. Because somehow, when Jakob fucks her what that really means is fucking her until she can't even breathe. Until her body can't take anything more. It doesn't matter if she's cumming around his cock already, it's not enough. His hand slips lower, fingers brushing her clit again and her hips buck as she cries, instinctively trying to meet the deep thrusts of his cock. Her entire body is on fire, the pleasure almost painful now, and she can't help but roll her hips, trying to match his long, deliberate thrusts even as the tears slip down her cheeks.

Her gaze locks on his, vision blurred and her body trembling with need, every nerve alight, her lips parting as the release only Jakob can give her draws closer and closer. She can barely move, not really. Her whole body feels heavy, like she can barely keep herself upright without him there. Her breath is shallow and broken as her spent cunt tightens around him, clenching and gripping his thick cock as helpless moans escape her. She whimpers his name, over and over again as she feels the rush building and building, it's like Heaven and torture all at once until, finally, it crashes through her. Ines screams out, almost falling backwards from the spray of her cunt that forces her hips up, the jerk of her body sending more water tumbling over the side of the bath. But she can't even think straight to care, she collapses forward onto Jakob, crying as her body shakes, cunt aching with how hard he's made her cum.

[thatidioticwriter]

[Note: This rp opening but longer.]

Sephtis and Fallacy sat by a window of a ruined building, discussing their intentions. "We need to find refuge, Sephtis, we can't go on like this every day!" Fallacy said worriedly. He removed his gas mask from his face in order to talk more plainly to Sephtis. "But where? Almost every inch of the neighborhoods are swarming with walkers and I can't even picture living in the damaged buildings. So many broken pipes, shattered glass across the floor, the moist and mossy ground, it's just digusting," Sephtis said, not taking off his gas mask.

Fallacy sat passively, listening to Sephtis' gripes. "That's how it was in my house," Fallacy mumbled under his breath. Sephtis turned to face him, "What?" he inquired. Sephtis has selective hearing; he can hear sounds from a long distance but not when they are soft and close to him. "It's nothing," Fallacy responded, turning his head away, offended but not saying so openly. "You're strange," Sephtis said while rising from the floor, lugging his enormous backpack. Because he was the stronger of the two, Sephtis mostly carried their possessions. "Let's go, we're out of food, therefore we need to scavenge the region," Sephtis stated, turning to face Fallacy.

"Sure thing," Fallacy said, looking up at Sephtis before resecuring his gas mask to his face and getting up. They had knelt on broken glass before, but they weren't punctured by it because they were wearing thick hunting boots. "Let's go," Sephtis said before turning around and heading away from where they had been, the backpack on his back. Fallacy would trail him behind with a heavy chest; he didn't appreciate being reminded of the situation he used to be in, and hearing Sephtis utter those things pained his chest. "You're mean," Fallacy thought to himself.

They eventually made it to the factory without incident. "I think it'd be best if we split up so we can scavenge the area quickly," Sephtis remarked as he and Fallacy approached the factory through the front door. They both had firearms in their hands, so they could easily kill a walker if one approached them. "Wouldn't it be best if we keep together? One of us could be in danger and the other won't know a thing!" Fallacy worried. Before going away, Sephtis stated quietly, "Don't worry, I'll hear you."

Of course, Fallacy didn't trust him because he'd always been repeating his statements because Sephtis couldn't hear him. "If I die, it'll be on you!" shouted Fallacy, his voice ringing throughout the factory. He'd walk away after yelling, pouting his lips beneath his mask. He glanced about for a long, unsure what he could take because he didn't see anything that could be useful to him.

After awhile, footsteps on the iron walkways would reverberate throughout the factory, coupled with zombie growls. "Shit, why did I have to come here?" Fallazy mused as he hurried down the path. He came here in the hopes of acquiring resources because a factory is one of the main suppliers of products that could be useful, but he forgot that many people work at a factory that may have been converted into zombies. Fallacy had a gun in his hands, but he was quickly running out of ammo, so he opted not to use it in an emergency, knowing how fast he runs and how easily he can get away from the zombies behind him. That is, until he got trapped at a dead end.

He frowned and looked up at the wall in front of him before making a tongue clicking sound and turning to face the zombies. He may be a monster with magic, but he cannot readily use it against the undead because it requires control, and he hasn't exercised it since. "I might as well use it, god I hope I don't mess it up," he stretched his arm out towards the pipes, and blue strings would emerge from the tips of his fingers and wrap around the pipe. When the strings got onto the pipe, his eyes lit up with hope, so he'd swiftly tug on the cords, causing the pipe to fall in front of the zombies.

Many zombies were crushed by the pipe, but many more were still alive, so they began to climb over it. When Fallacy noticed them approaching him slowly, he prepared to flee, but the stirngs connected to the pipe stopped him. When he realized the stirngs had thwarted his escape, he tried everything he could to get them off but couldn't figure out how. "Come on.. come on god, please help me," he grumbled as he yanked on the threads.

A zombie raced up to Fallacy as he was attempting to remove the strings. In an attempt to defend himself, he'd put his arm over his head. Something dropped from the ceiling and crushed the zombie. Fallacy looked up to see what was going on, but the smoke obscured his view. Gunshots sounded out across the room, and as the smoke cleared, Sephtis was standing in front of Fallacy, his rifle drawn. "Are you okay, love?" Sephtis asked, looking over his shoulder at Fallacy. "Y-Yes, thank you," Fallacy answered with a crooked grin, as if astonished at what Sephtis had just done.

Sephtis turned around to walk over to Fallacy as he drew his knife. He knelt down in front of him and cut the strings before grabbing Fallacy's hand and wrapping it around his shoulder. Before raising Fallacy off the ground, Sephtis wrapped his other hand around his waist. "Let's go, it's dangerous here," Sephtis remarked as he bolted from the factory.

Sephtis would travel across the forest with Fallacy by his side. "Sephtis, just leave me here; the blood streaming from my wound might attract nearby zombies!" Fallacy cried, but Sephtis ignored him. "Sephtis, please listen to me," Fallacy pleaded. "I don't want to leave you here just because you're wounded; I'll fend off the zombies if they approach closer, so for now you better stop bitching," Sephtis stated as he continued to walk. Fallacy was perplexed by Sephtis determination, but remained silent after learning how much he cared for him.

Sephtis would then carry Fallacy in a bridal style to keep him from having to walk with his wound. "Sephtis-" Fallacy mumbled, trying to make sense of what he was doing. "Shut it," Sephtis hissed at Fallacy. After noticing Sephtis' harsh look, Fallacy would gulp before resting his head on his shoulder for a few moments. Fallacy appeared to have forgotten everything that had transpired thus far, including the fact that they had to battle for their lives on a daily basis, and that zombies were continuously hunting them. He adored the moment and wished it might stay forever, and Sephtis seemed to feel the same way.

He'd be kneeling on one knee as he put a bandage around Fallacy's injured leg. "Are you okay?" Sephtis inquires as he lifts his head towards Fallacy, who is leaning against the trunk. "Y-Yes.. I'm OK," Fallacy stammered as he continued to turn away from Sephtis. Fallacy seemed to adore how Sephtis treated him, and he would blush whenever he saw him. "Fallacy," Sephtis murmured as he noticed Fallacy's attention drifting away from him.

Sephtis continued to shout out to Fallacy, who ignored him and continued to look away, to the point where Sephtis became enraged and banged his hand into the trunk beside Fallacy. "Fucking look at me, you bitch," Sephtis stared down at Fallacy, who appeared equally surprised by Sephtis' move. "S-Sephtis- I'm sorry- I-I was just-" he stammered more, his gaze fixed on the ground between him and Sephtis. "Look at me, or are you simply doing this because you despise the sight of me?" Sephtis asked, grabbing Fallacy's face and forcing him to look up at him. "Of course not," Fallacy would say, clutching Sephtis' wrist.

Before Sephtis could finish his sentence, a bush rustled in the distance, causing him to swivel his head around to face the source. "Stay here," Sephtis ordered, releasing Fallacy to investigate the noise. Sephtis pulled his handgun from its holster as he came closer to the bush. Fallacy flinched when a squirrel ran out of the bush, while Sephtis remained calm. "Ahh!" cried Fallacy as the squirrel rushed by him. "Stop being such a girl," Sephtis grumbled as he took a seat beside Fallacy. "I was surprised, okay?" exclaimed Fallacy. "Sure, now shut it, I need to rest," Sephtis grumbled as he leaned against the tree trunk. Fallacy would nod and remain silent throughout.