#Roleplay plot hooks

[bluegreene118]

Anyone want to rp Harry Hook and Gil Gaston?

But like when they are 30 and maybe idk other than that. I have plots tagged for ideas…

Just watched all the movies and want an au rp with them!!

Pleaseeee??? I wanna be Harry Hook and you can be Gil Gaston.

(Not photoshopped!! Actor for Gil posted it!! And apparently it’s in the book but nooo the movie cut it!! 🥺🥺)

[educationaldm]

Story Hook: Gifted Child.

How do the party react to this magic child?

Can they protect him from those who want him for their own? Do they use his skills to help them? What awaits for him at the destination?

[luxlicht]

My Wife is Going to Kill Me (or, mundane themes in Scion)

Running a story in the world of Scion is normally thought of to be one where you enter the underworld looking for a lost artifact – or battle an Ōmagatoki at twilight to stop it from releasing thousands of evil spirits onto San Francisco. But this is not where the story of a Scion starts. In fact, the first book for Scion, Origin, is mostly free of such supernatural threats. Oh, there are tinges…

[kithpendragon]

Author Drew Hayes did a terrific job of this concept in the "Spells Swords and Stealth" novels. It starts out with a low level adventuring party dying in a backwater pub because they did a stupid in the woods, and ends up being this amazing multi-dimensional chess game involving several gods and maybe someone in the real world.

Book 1 is called "NPCs", highly recommend to anyone who thinks that gods doing some next-level cloak and dagger shit is a really compelling way to move a story along!

I am obsessed with this idea

[ufohio]

Write a story or a poem about a character who is inexplicably and/or dramatically changed after witnessing a solar eclipse or some other dazzling celestial event.

I'd also like to take this moment to urge North Americans to look into our exciting, upcoming solar eclipse and learn more about what to expect: Check out these safety tips from NASA or this cheerful video overview from PBS that goes over why the eclipse is so special, what will happen that day, and what you should be ready to see.

On Kaleidoscope World, we use prompts to inspire standalone science fiction and genre stories from our writers. In the context of our collaborative setting, we use these stories to populate a fictional magazine called—you guessed it!—Kaleidoscope World. However, as standalone writing prompts, they really could be used by anybody looking to create a thematic sci-fi story. Go wild!

[severevoiddragon]

Playing Thousand Year Old Vampire and I do Not want to stop... I'm so invested in my new vampires life.

(her name is Myrin. It used to be Aeliza, but people worked out she was a vampire. Her arranged marriage husband turned her into a vampire)

[dare-writes]

Oh God Collection

For Valentine’s Day, Aaron surprises you with a treat.

Aaron Taylor Johnson x Female Reader

Slight Tangerine x Female Reader

genre: fluff, smut; 18+ MINORS DNI

wc: 4.8k

sexual content warnings: DUBCON, drunk sex, nearly cheating?, fingering, f!receiving oral, drunk-sex Aaron has an identity problem, couch sex, wall sex, stair sex, roleplay, degradation kink, mentions of a threesome, (technical selfcest?), unprotected p in v, creampie, cumplay, slight praise, hair pulling, wrist pulling, slut-shaming, dirty talk, overstimulation, i might have missed something, strength kink if you squint, implied breeding kink

content warnings: slight age gap (27/35), f!reader, tangerine dies and goes to another world, aaron taylor johnson x reader, established relationship, tangerine thinks your his girlfriend from his world, tangerine is lowkey just sad, and a russian lit major, tangerine misses lemon, tangerine gets a real name, aaron implies a threesome with reader and tangerine, lowkey slice of life for a little, unbetaed

the way there is so much more sexual content warnings, but there’s less porn than plot i’m pretty sure.

Happy late Valentine’s Day.

this went an entirely different direction than i planned it to go.

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Honestly, you never got the chance to really watch Aaron’s projects except for the premieres he brought you to. You’d only begun dating before Bullet Train’s production, and for obvious reasons, he didn’t start taking you to carpet premieres until recently with Kraven and Nosferatu.

When you knew Aaron was returning, you’d relax in your shared apartment and put on any of his movies. Aaron lost count of how often he would come back when you were either sleeping through the credits or just at the end of a film. It was a pleasant surprise to see that when he saw the credits to one of his films. Aaron didn’t have a lot of films to watch with online streaming services, noticing you mostly do rewatches of his newer films like Bullet Train A Million Little Pieces, even kicking back into his 2010 films like Kick-Ass or (much to his surprise) Chatrooms.

His absence on Valentine’s Day was woeful, but he also said he deserved a little time with your partner despite his absence at the set of Fuze. It was fine enough that he would be out and about in London this time.

You managed to get out of university on Valentine’s Day. Most classes were on the four other days of the week, so you got to stay in and snooze this particular Friday. You knew having a partner in the film industry was going to be tough, so when Aaron told you he wasn’t free on Valentine's Day for some promotional stuff, you didn’t mind. He would find some grand way to make it up, and it was always more than perfect. It’s like he read your mind, knew when you wanted to stay in, and knew when you wanted to go out in town or just have a nice dinner.

For Valentine’s Day, you had your little dinner. An excellent pasta take-out meal and cue up any Aaron Johnson movie to exist across your various streaming platforms. (And the occasional pirating when you hooked your laptop to the TV.)

Aaron has seen your secret TikTok account, where you will mindlessly scroll between assignments or breaks from your university assignments. He’s also used it several times, even stalking through some of your reposts or saves. To your knowledge, he just went through your feed, not stalked your private Aaron Johnson edit collection called “Oh god.”

Throughout your lonely Valentine's Day, Aaron texted you randomly, sending a bouquet of your favorite flowers, sweet treats, and even a pretty dress with a card, saying, "We’ll make it up another day, my love." It was lovely and made you feel a little less alone. That and the plentiful edits saved in your Oh God collection you can always look back in if you miss Aaron extra.

Mindless scrolling was your third favorite hobby; number one was Aaron, and two was whatever activity your university friends wanted to do next.

By nine at night, you’d exhausted all your Aaron, Tangerine, Pietro, Count Vronsky, Sergei, Fredrich, Tom Ryder, and even Ford Brody edit sources.

A rattle came from downstairs, shocking you slightly as you crept around your bedroom. Light on your toes, you looked for the heaviest item you owned in the room.

“Dollface?” A voice called. It made your stomach twist. Was it Aaron? Why the hell was he putting on a different accent?

You crept downstairs. His facial scruff was gone. He was dressed in a navy suit with a waistcoat similar to the one Tangerine wore in the movie. The one thing that caught you off guard was the blood. It was ridiculous. Everything that was once white was now splattered red. Aaron looked great, you almost drooled at the sight of your boyfriend.

You just didn’t understand why he was dressed as Tangerine. Unless this was some sort of roleplay thing you once discussed ages ago.

“Aaron?”

“‘ Ou the hell is Aaron?'” not Aaron asked. That was undoubtedly Aaron’s face, though. His hair was no longer neat American military cut; it was longer, shaggier, and windswept.

“My boyfriend,” you answered as you raised your old laptop.

“The fuck you gonna do with an Apple laptop? Hit me?” He asked snidely. “Doll, whattrya on about? Last I checked, Doll, my name ain’t Aaron.”

He gestured his hands up and down his body like you should recognize him. You did recognize him, but there was no logical explanation as to why Tangerine was standing in your living room, blood dripping onto the hardwood floor. “No, this is fucking weird.”

Was this some weird roleplay thing? You and Aaron had talked about roleplaying and sex. If you had an actor boyfriend, you were doing roleplay without a doubt.

Before you could ask anything else to try to get a hint, Tangerine rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen. His bloody hands opened his shirt to shrug off his equally bloody shirt and discard it to the sink to run cold water on it. After also washing his hands and checking his non-existent bullet wound, he was back up to you.

You let your defenses down; you had no clue what else to do. Common sense fell out the window when Aaron was around you. His slightly damp hands, gruff from seemingly his gun and all his fights, held your face. His gaudy gold rings were cold to the touch.

“Doll, I missed you… Lemon— where’s Lemon?” He asked as he realized his new location. He was back in London without his twin.

“I don’t know— you. Look, Aaron, is this what I think it is? We never even talked-” Tangerine didn’t even let you finish. His lips were on yours, kissing and biting down on your lower lip. Aaron was aggressive during sex usually, but never this much.

Something in you wanted to playback, be more than just the innocently confused girlfriend. You tried to pull away, but this was still Aaron, and you trusted him. You were no physical match for him. His hands reached and trailed down your body, racing to your pants. Even in his acting, Aaron was still the same when he was in a mood. It made you smile in the kiss.

His mustache tickled. You were used to it enough with Aaron. You finally pulled away, only for him to spin you and toss your torso over the back of the couch.

“Stop! No, I’m not your— Fuck!” You shouted as you tried to sit back up. His hand shoved you down, his other hand yanking down your sleep shorts.

“Fuck, you’re not my what? Hmm? Ya, not my doll anymore?” Tangerine asked gruffly. His lips connected to one of your lower back and bit down. You yowled in pain, his teeth leaving marks down your backside.

“I’m not your girlfriend! Or whatever! I— I’ve got a boyfriend, A—Aaron!” You cried falsely, you were used to Aaron rushing in the beginning. It was also probably a long day for him, you excused it. Also cause you missed him so bad today.

A quick trail from your clit to your hole, Aaron shoved his fingers inside with no hesitation. It was already sopping wet, but Aaron let cold spit drip out his lips and landed where his fingers plunged inside.

“God, Doll, yer still so tight for me,” Aaron said as he pushed his fingers, curling them gently. It didn’t matter despite your (false) protests because the front door opened soon after. “Baby, I’m back!”

Your heart stilled. He’s back?

“Oi! What the hell, Baby? Doll you-“

Something clattered into the floor, and you returned from your room. Aaron… Tangerine… In the same room.

“Aaron! Fuck!” You cried out as he made eye contact.

Aaron and Tangerine still. The same man looked back at one another—Aaron looked back at his 2022 film Character in disbelief. “Aaron— I-“

“Love, what the fuck is this?” Aaron asked. You hadn’t even realized the flush of tears running down your face.

“I don’t know! I thought— I thought you came back early from filming… Then we were kissing, and I— I don’t even know what to— I’m so confused,” you said as you tried to escape Tangerine.

His hands dug into you. His hand reached for his back, then remembered he was gun-less. His gold knuckle dusters glinted against the warm lights of the walls. “The fuck are you?”

“Her fucking boyfriend!” Aaron shouted. He stormed forward and shoved Tangerine off. You bent up from the couch and down to grab your panties from the floor to put on.

“Aaron, honestly, babe, I don’t think you could take him—he’s a murder.”

“I played him!”

“And he’s murdered probably over a thousand people.”

“That’s nice of you, doll, but it’s more like 250? I’m not a serial killer or mass murderer—“Both you and Aaron just stared at him.

“Okay, then if you aren’t… my dollface, then who are you? Cause ya got the same face,” Tangerine asked. His fingers twitched around, his eyes eyeing the slick left on his fingers. He wanted to taste it out of habit but held himself back. Aaron rubbed his face and just looked between you two.

“This is a terrible Valentine’s Day,” Aaron mumbled.

“What do you remember last?” You asked as you grabbed Aaron’s hand with a glare at his comment.

Tangerine looked down at his bloodied pants. “Getting shot by that idiot American.”

“Well, got that right,” Aaron mumbled. He looked exhausted. A wrapped box of more gifts for you was still at the entrance. He just got off work.

“Well, uhm. Tough luck… Tangerine—Fuckin— Can I just get your real name? You’re very much not there anymore in that world.”

“Fuckin’ Thomas,” he mumbled. His eyes bleared at the idea of his brother, the girl he left behind. He scrunched his nose and pretended to weld the tears away.

“Ironic. Yeah, this isn’t a good one to tell you,” you mumbled as you took your lip between your thumb and forefinger.

Aaron took control of this, explaining it all. Bullet Train is a book and movie; Aaron is an actor and plays Tangerine in the 2022 film. Hesitantly, he told Tangerine about his demise, the gunshot likely hitting an artery and killing Tangerine permanently.

Tangerine stilled once again. It’s like his world ended—at least, it did end for him. Entirely. He had nothing left for him here, not a real place to live or an identity to fall back on. He may be a prick, but he did just try having sex with his real person’s girl. He never did that kind of shit (on purpose.) He wouldn’t ruin Aaron Johnson’s life to get himself back into a business he hated and stuck to only because of what else he had.

“Aaron, can we talk?”

Aaron nodded, but not before giving Tangerine water, and you took Aaron into your room. Aaron dropped off a few stuff for Tangerine to wear instead of the sticky yet stiff with blood clothing he just died in. Tangerine left for the guest bathroom and waited anxiously. He was never without Lemon. Thomas was never without Tyler ever. After an hour to Tangerine, you and Aaron emerged again. Tangerine felt certain when he saw Aaron’s hand holding your lower back, but he bared face.

“He and I talked. You can stay here until you can get on your feet. I’m sure you could find someone to create an identity for you or something… But Aaron and I think kicking you out is unfair when you have nothing else.”

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Half a year later, Aaron proposed. On August 14th, 2025, Aaron got down on one knee and finally asked you to marry him. You cried joyfully, and he spun you around like his long-lost princess. Tangerine wasn’t bitter. He didn’t say much about it other than congratulations, and he’ll find a way to attend to support the two of you.

Tangerine was glad for the two of you, but he missed his girl. She was known as Nightshade in the Assassin world, but he didn’t even know her real name for safety reasons. (A very sensual and intimate relationship that teetered on romance, but he didn’t wanna go in-depth with his new roommates.) He regularly confided in both of you about missing her. You and Aaron were emotionally secure between one another, periodically letting Tangerine open up to you two.

Tangerine didn’t see Aaron as a brother, but he had no male figure to rely on except Tyler. Aaron was awkward initially, but living Tangerine’s life out was weird for those months during Covid quarantine. Tangerine could have spent his time in therapy, but instead, he decided to try getting a college education.

Tangerine was known as Thomas Henley, an orphan who lived in the countryside and had no documentation about himself. Honestly, you and Aaron did your best not to know much. Thomas didn’t talk about it either, wanting both of you to have complete deniability.

Thomas was still here. None of you had an issue with him sticking around; you found it lovely. Around nine months, he had secured an identity and dyed his hair a frosty blonde. He cut his hair and dolled himself up, but he kept his face clean-shaven except for his mustache, which he maintained, occasionally trimming it shorter and letting it grow out.

You and Aaron said nothing as the two of you giggled. He looked so much like Count Vronsky when he returned home from the hairdresser. Again, you and Aaron giggled when you saw Thomas reading Anna Karenina for his major—Literature with a focus on Russian Lit.

Aaron was away again, filming another movie. You and Thomas sat around, working on your dissertation for what felt like the hundredth time, and Thomas was preparing for his undergraduate exams.

“I fucking hate this,” Thomas groveled over his school-provided laptop. He refused your and Aaron’s attempts to buy him anything. He lived here for free, and his campus job gave him enough money to save.

“You picked Russian Lit—“

“Fuck off.”

“Wanna watch a movie?” You had been waiting for Aaron to be here for this, but you couldn’t resist.

“Break?”

“Yeah,” you nodded as you stood up from the dining table. Thomas agreed, and you picked an Aaron Johnson Classic.

“It’s Anna Karenina—I don’t want to hear about any discrepancies from the original if there are any,” you added hotly before you pressed play. You always admired the cinematic take on the play, with a very stage-theater visual look. For the entire beginning, Thomas was quiet, his eyes overseeing it all.

He even took the time to learn Russian while taking Russian Lit to read Tolstoy in the original text. Thomas was the kind to talk during movies. He mumbled and smiled at the actress for Anna, mentioning she was what he pictured Anna to look like when he imagined her.

When Levin was introduced, you got up from the couch. You set up your phone in the corner against the books in the bookcase behind the couch and press the record button. Then, you returned with a fresh bag of popcorn and passed it to Thomas. The two of you watched. Thomas even liked the stage-theater take on Anna Karenina.

Then Count Vronsky brushed his shoulder against Levin’s and turned to face the ginger man. Thomas burst into a tirade. He grabbed the remote and paused on Aaron’s face. His tirade continued, unbelieving that you took this long to show him Anna Karenina, how you and Aaron were the worst roommates for keeping this secret.

You were sending this to Aaron later. You snagged the remote back and resumed the movie. He kept going, even taking his phone out to spam Aaron, uncaring if he was filming. You managed to get him to shut up when Count Vronsky and Anna danced, which was your favorite part. Aaron had taught it to you on one of your early dates together for fun. You were swooning as he lifted you effortlessly that day.

You watched Aaron with such desire, and Thomas saw it. Nightshade also looked at him the same way while they worked together.

That same night, Thomas apologized to you. You brushed it off, saying that you knew he didn’t mean to do anything terrible to you, even admitting you thought he was Aaron for a Valentine's Day surprise. Thomas snorted at you and rolled his eyes.

“And you’re planning on marrying him; you didn’t even know I wasn’t him,” he said sarcastically. You slapped your hand into his shoulder.

“You have the same face, same body, same fuckin’ hands–even down to your sexual mannerisms! And you never progressed past fingering me,” you rolled your eyes back. The topic was rarely discussed between you, but you and Thomas were best friends. you and Thomas was strictly platonic.

Occasionally, you wondered if Thomas saw Nightshade in you like you saw Aaron in him (except visually). Deep down, his actions perfectly matched Aaron’s. Five years of dating an actor, and being able to meet his character from another world or universe or whatever was ridiculous so to speak. Your heart twisted at the thought of Thomas no longer having Nightshade. You and him talk for a lot longer that night, never grazing on the topic of his arrival or his previous life again.

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Aaron and you had bought a house, yet you hadn’t moved out because you were still attending university nearby. Aaron was finally back, no longer filming, and done with Fuze. He was here to plan the wedding. You and Aaron wanted a small summer wedding, not needing anyone more than some friends. Neither of you talked to your family that much, finding the most solace between one another and the friends they had–actors and university friends alike. It took a lot of sifting friends to find out who were friends and who wanted to meet Aaron Johnson.

Of course, Aaron invited actor friends but was hesitant to invite Brian Tyree Henry for apparent reasons.

Thomas said to do it. He would stay away as much as he could, and he wouldn't drink any alcohol to avoid any emotional issues that may arise. In this entire year, you hadn’t rewatched Bullet Train once. You couldn’t, not with Thomas around the apartment. You could barely even watch Aaron–Tangerine edits without feeling some kind of way. Your gut twisted in unspeakable ways as you watched the silly bouncing and rhythmic edits of Aaron-Tangerine, trying to separate Thomas from Aaron as much as possible.

You stared deeply at Tangerine, you could see them both so clearly in Movie-Tangerine. Thomas’s poor smoking habit, and brotherly gentleness, while Aaron’s watchful stares, and facial expressions perfectly mirrored his real life expression.

Part of you swooned over the Movie-Tangerine, which can be considered Aaron-Tangerine too, right?

Back to the wedding, Thomas mostly stuck around the outskirts of the wedding as promised. Brian didn’t even glance his way, but he indeed stared Brian down. His American accent helped a little bit until Aaron and Brian were drinking together, giggling slightly drunk while they recalled their accents for the film. The wedding was lovely, small, and in the backyard of you and Aaron’s new home. It was floral, with a nice tent around the outdoor dining section. The house was overly large; Aaron, the sole provider, took the house payment upon himself. You owned their apartment, telling Thomas he could stay there when you graduated and visit the house whenever he wanted.

Thomas didn’t stay that night. He couldn’t. He knew you two were tipsy and would be consummating the marriage loudly the entire night.

He was right, too. Aaron didn’t even make it up the stairs with you in your sleek white wedding dress. He stripped you in the foyer, his hard-on pressed against his suit pants, and was eating you out while you sat on the top stair of the house.

Your skin was sticky with the summer sweat, and his shaved beard still scratched your thighs raw. After forcing your legs open, his drooly tongue lapped up the dampness between your thighs. He smiled up at you lazily as he slid in his fingers and hummed against your clit. His fingers stretched and pushed around, it was like his second home. Your arms were first. Aaron made himself plenty at home as he smiled up at you with a devilish smile, his lips still attached to your sensitive nerves.

All of Aaron's muscle prep for Kraven’s appearance in a Marvel film was overpowering no matter how much you tried to shove your legs shut. His large free hand shoved them back open without a moments break.

“Mhfm, taste delicious, don’t you, Pretty?” Aaron rhetorically asked.

With a sudden spin guided by Aaron, you then held yourself up on your knees. Your hands pressed against the cold hardwood floors as he pushed himself inside with a languid groan. The stretch was terribly achy. Aaron loved spending time on his knees for you, but the age gap made you giggle as you joked about his aging knees.

“Baby… god, you feel so good. Mhm,” he whispered into your ear. Drunk Aaron was a time, he was different each time. You loved each personality he fucked you in, slipping into different accents from time to time. After six years of being together, you’ve fucked each drunk personality he claimed to shed post-film production.

Allan "Ize" Isaac and his whiny tone while he thrusts into you needily while begging you to come around him was fun. Same with Dave Lizewski pretending to fuck his University history TA or Fredrich moaning in your ear lovingly as he asked to breed you with his children. Your personal favorite was when Aaron cockily fucked you with Pietro’s Sokovian accent teasing you as he overstimulated your clit. But there was one more who hadn’t appeared in the past year.

More often than not, Tangerine came out. Fuck, Aaron made you call him Tangerine multiple times before the appearance of Thomas one year ago.

Today was no different.

When the Cockney slid past Aaron’s tongue like it was his first initial accent, you knew you were done. He even called you Doll as he slid in and out. His cockhead crushed into your cervix more times than you could count. Not that you could count clearly while being impaled by Aaron. He groaned as he moved your hips to slide on and off his cock, “Fuck, so’wet for me huh, doll? Like this cock?”

You cried into the piled dress beneath you, his lips connected to your back. Your knees ache against wood panels, rocking back and forth. His wet lips sucked into your back as he grunted, “God, Doll, yer still so tight for me.”

It was like neuron activation, exactly what Tangerine had said to you a year ago while he fingered you against the couch. You didn’t think about it a lot, an awkward interaction you three claim. For you, it was intoxicating to hear Tangerine say doll, more or less Aaron say it.

You hummed a cry at his comment.

“Say my name, Doll, come on,” he said. Skin slapping echoed in the barely decorated home, your cries echoing off the cold, empty walls. “Fuck… Aaron, pl–”

His hands pulled up your wrists to your lower back, holding your front up as he used you.

“That’s not my name, Dollface.”

For just a moment, you swore this actually was the Thomas Henley you met on Valentine’s Day. You cried out again, “No, Aaron, no! I can’t–”

Morally, you can’t. Aaron (or Tangerine) at this moment had no morals. Never had, will.

“Say it!” He shouted as he released you to fall into your dress. His hands clamped on your hips with a bruising hold. His trimmed nails even dug at the plush of your thighs.

“Fuck, Tangerine!” You sobbed, you squeezed around him as he laughed. Your body was jolting as he did as he pleased, you always let him do as he pleased.

“Whore likes that, huh?” He asked as he snapped into your hole. The constant squeeze around him and the new twist around your stomach told Aaron you were nearing another finish.

You gasped out sobs as his hand dipped down and touched your clit hard; his fingers were rough against the sensitive nerves. Your thighs shook beneath Aaron’s thrusts, wet dripping down your thighs.

“Tan…Tange, I needa cum,” you softly mumbled as you felt him twitch in delight. The knot in your stomach tightened as he punched his cockhead against your g-spot. “Mhm, yeah? Gonna come already? Then you’re gonna make me fuck you again? Need my cock that bad? Need Tangerine that bad?” He asked condescendingly. You shook your head no pathetically, crying out in denial. Your stomach continued to quell, and you squeezed down to try not to cum before granted permission.

“Please let me cum,” you quietly begged.

“Slut wants to cum? Hm, with me and Tangerine? Do it, whore,” He groaned his permission, watching you limply twitch on him as you finished for the second time around him. Aaron smiled behind you before slowly sliding himself out and grabbed you by the wrist to pull you up with one arm.

His chest pressed against your back to help you towards his desired destination. Even while Aaron’s over-confident actions were harsh on your body, he kept and held you firmly with care. You hoped he would bring you to your bedroom, fuck for a bit longer then fall asleep in each others arms.

You neared the wall, your hand sliding along it to keep you up. Aaron stopped your movement, his hands firmly on your elbow now. To your left was the collection of pictures you and Aaron took together or treasured. Most importantly, the picture next to your face.

You, Thomas, and Aaron at your graduation just two months ago. The two boys held you on their shoulders, the black graduation gown billowing around their chests. Your various colored stoles and cords flew in the wind, your tassel was flicking around as well.

Before you were aware of anything else, Aaron hiked you up and slid himself back inside with a prideful moan. His hands still had a tight grip, moving from your elbow to your waist. Aaron spun you around to face him, his lips kissing and sucking down your neck. “Oh, fuck Doll, I’m gonna cum… But tell…me, you wanna fuck us both?”

Drunk, intrusive thoughts rolled back around.

Between them, Aaron and Thomas kissing you up and down your body, two sets of hands holding or even pleasuring you, the thought of absolute overstimulation flooded your cunt. A loud squelch followed as you thought about the possibility of Aaron and Thomas at once. Aaron pushed further inside, kissing your limit. Fuck it sounded wonderful.

While you imagined the chance, Aaron whispered into your ear. “Taking us both… you just want attention, don’t you? ‘m’I not enough?”

“Oh, ffuck. No, just… fuck!” You shouted as he rolled his hips into you. He had you pinned up against the wall, his hips endlessly torturing you in the best way you could dream of.

“No… just you,” you denied with a lazy shake of your head against the painted walls. Aaron, in response, pulled you down into his cock. Slamming you up and down on him while you choked up on air, “Doll, y’know I don't like when you lie,” a strangled moan left Aaron before continuing. “My cum not enough for you, want both of ours?”

“No! Aaron, I don’t want to,” You tried again. He rolled his eyes and sunk his teeth into your neck. His lips hummed with skin between his teeth. Aaron shot his load inside, groaning as he continued to thrust in and out. “Admit it, doll, you want him and me together.”

Even after he filled you up, he kept going.

His fingers took place, but not before taking any fallen liquid and scooping it back inside to fuck his cum inside of you. Shoving three fingers inside of you at once released a throaty “Oh god,” as Aaron’s other hand took your waist and thrusted your hips into his hand.

The wall rattled, and the picture of you, Aaron, and Thomas shook as Aaron shoved his fingers in and out again. A rush flooded down your thighs. Aaron smiled as he felt another fluttering squeeze around him.

Your throat was raw from begging, “Aaa...Aaron, let me cum; please, need’ta cum so bad.”

“Mhm, s’ not Aaron, princess,” the Cockney accent asked as he ground his fingers into the gummiest spot. The sudden pulse around him as he whispered, Princess, into your ear. His nose pressed against your hair with a deep inhale.

“Fuck, Tangerine,” you shouted out as you squeezed against him again. The third knot of the night was getting tighter as you panted the former code name of your closest friend out helplessly. Over and over again, Ta..Tange. Please Tangerine, been good.

Aaron smiled and kissed the back of your head. “Go on, doll. You can do it,” he whispered into your hair. His other hand slid to your front to push you over the edge. A pornographic cry passed your lips as your chest tried to hug the wall to cool yourself down. Aaron groaned quietly again, down to his wrist dripping with you. After leaving your hole empty, Aaron picked you up bridal style to finally lie you two to sleep.

He cleaned you as best as a hazy-drunk-man could. A warm cloth ran up and down your body before getting to the sticky mess between your thighs. It had cooled off by the time he reached your vagina, but he still treated you like porcelain. His lips trailed around as he cleaned.

He vanished again and returned with a bottle of water and he dipped beneath sheets with you.

“I love you Aaron,” you mumbled quietly. You faced his chest and held his waist gently, he set his hand onto your head and quietly kissed you. “I love you too, Princess.”

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[tabletopresources]

2 years later, here's 10 more!

Inception (2010): Navigate through the dreamscape to extract vital information from a powerful dreamer whose subconscious defenses are becoming increasingly dangerous.

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015): Lead a convoy across a wasteland, fending off marauders and rival factions to reach a rumored haven.

Get Out (2017): Investigate a seemingly idyllic community with a dark secret, where people are not what they appear to be, and uncover the truth before falling victim to sinister forces.

A Quiet Place (2018): Survive in an environment where sound attracts deadly creatures, while deciphering a mysterious signal that could either be salvation or a new, more insidious threat.

The Shape of Water (2017): Protect and assist a mysterious, misunderstood creature, possibly of magical origin, while navigating a web of political intrigue and supernatural dangers.

Black Panther (2018): Enter an isolationist, technologically advanced group, and prevent a usurper from using a powerful artifact to plunge a delicate social order into chaos.

Bird Box (2018): Travel a perilous path to a rumored sanctuary, all while evading entities that induce madness should you dare attempt to make use of a key ability you've taken for granted.

The Matrix Series (1999-2021): Uncover the truth behind a false reality, facing powerful adversaries who seek to maintain control over the minds of the populace.

Interstellar (2014): Embark on an intergalactic/interplanar journey to find a new habitable location for a group of endangered people, solving puzzles and challenges that distort space and time.

John Wick (2014): Retaliate against a criminal organization that has wronged you, navigating a shadowy underworld of assassins and mercenaries in a quest for vengeance.

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How about some more?

1d10 more plot hook ideas inspired by film

Groundhog Day. Escape a strange encounter that seems to keep restarting in slightly varied ways.

E.T. Help an otherworldly life form return to its own world/realm to prevent it from inadvertently causing escalating mass conflicts.

Jumper. Stop a powerful figure who is enacting a plan to control and prevent others from ever using their own gifts again.

Casino Royale. Covertly enter a high stakes contest to end a villainous plot conducted by one of its participants.

Spider-Man 3. Break free from the mind-altering influence of a powerful but consuming magic item and keep it from those who would enable it to achieve its dark purpose.

The Chronicles of Riddick. Stay out of the hands of an enemy looking to capture you long enough to bring down a genocidal tyrant.

The Dark Knight. End the crime spree of an agent of chaos whose elaborate plots risk vilifying the wrong people even if you succeed.

Watchmen/Civil War. Find out why heroes are being targeted and unite them in time before distrust and differences turns to violence between once-allied factions. 

I, Robot. Investigate a crime being blamed on an unlikely but far too convenient suspect before they and their entire faction face mob justice.

Apocalypto. Escape captivity, outrun and outfight an army of cultists long enough to disrupt their apocalyptic sacrificial rituals.

Care to reblog with a list of your own?

Let’s keep the community list going strong! And check out Tabletop Gaming Resources for more art, tips, and tools for your game!

[toxicanonymity]

night walks masterlist

Updated Jan 17, 2025 (Alt timeline - basement breeder)

mood board by @milla-frenchy 🖤

This is an AU moreso than a series. Very little plot. Joel, an older neighbor you've been walking with late at night, asks you into his basement to sell him weed. Turns out he's a little obsessed with you. You find him irresistible, despite your initial efforts to stay away.

OVERALL WARNINGS: Non-outbreak AU, drug use, Dubcon, unsafe P in V, dirty talk, stalking

gif by @iamasaddie. see bottom of post for more art

reader curated spotify playlist

MAIN TIMELINE

NIGHT WALKS (2k) - ORIGINAL. Joel gets you in his basement and you fuck.

"Deleted Scene" - Joel reveals his breeding kink.

✨neighbor stuff (800) - Grocery store run-in

Night Walks 2 (1.9k) - When you don't come back for more, Joel takes matters into his own hands.

Night Walks 3 (1.4k) - Joel breaks in and has his way with you. (Darkest, can skip)

Liquor store run-in (350) - You run into Joel in public and he gropes you.

Night Walks 4: All dressed up (1.3k) - You run into Joel at a gas station and end up fucking him.

Restaurant drabble (400) - You run into Joel when you're out with your friends.

Night Walks 5: Harder (2.8k) - You get jealous. You hang out and can't get enough of him.

BLOW (2k) - You do a line of his dick then give him an amazing blow job and later he puts it in.

Night Walks 6: Morning After (900) - You wake up at Joel's and he's not ready for you to leave.

Night Walks 7: Soaked (3.5k) - You're still there and it's storming so you stay for a while.

Night Walks 8: Menace (4k) - You're set up on a date, but Joel reminds you why you want him.

Interludes: 4th of July (200?) - You go to the pool. POV: Neighbor (Ethyl).

✨tired (1k) - comfort fic

Night Walks 9: Late Night Dip (2.3k) - You go to the pool and he dicks you down. Interlude: Ethyl's house.

Beach walks - Prequel (3.8k) - Joel is acting shady and you hook up with someone else.

Beach Walks (7k) - Joel can't let you go. surf shack lore

HCs, ALTERNATE READERS & TIMELINES ⤵️

Headcanons

If someone refused him - What would Joel do if someone flat-out refused him and really didn't want it?

Alt. timelines (AUs of AU)

FUTURE: Sleeping beauty (750) - You and Joel have a consensual non-con agreement. He breaks in, chloroforms you, ties you up.

FUTURE: Day walks (150) - You and Joel are out hiking and he's being irresponsible.

night caulks (100) - Joel being a rascal

ALT: Leopard print (4.5k)- ft. Tommy

ALT: Basement breeder (1k) if Joel were a serial breeder. spoiler alert he gets fixated on you

DIFFERENT READERS (AUs of AU)

(2003) Night Chalks (400) - Joel takes a liking to Sarah's engaged teacher and starts to seduce her.

Night Chalks 2 (380) - Joel gets her in the back seat of his car.

(2008) Night Talks (2.8k) - Joel gets Sarah's best friend high and takes her virginity.

(2018) Night Drives (1k) - You order a lyft after a girl's night out and end up in Joel's basement.

Misc: If you're desperate: Dr. Rock has NW roleplay (1st person)

NIGHT WALKS GHOSTFACE

Every inch

Every inch 2

Every inch 3

main joel miller masterlist

Art & Visuals

POV Ring doorbell by @swedishscumfuck.

Joel on vacation w/ blurb.

Man cave/basement floor plan

Booty text by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog and @missannwinchester

TRAILER (video) by @iamasaddie

meet me in the moonlight by @iamasaddie

mood board by @milla-frenchy

gif by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Pumpkin mood board

beach walks collages by @lunitawrites

nw collage by @selfproclaimed-moviecritic

beach walks by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

sleeping beauty by @milla-frenchy

night walks vibes by @xdaddysprincessxx

Silhouette edit by Milla

[rpgsandbox]

Magpie Games is excited to bring you Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game, the officially licensed tabletop roleplaying game set in the world you know from Sunless Sea,Sunless Skies, Mask of the Rose and the original Fallen London browser game from Failbetter Games! With over a decade of roleplaying design and publishing expertise, Magpie Games has created an innovative system that brings the Neath to life in a tabletop roleplaying game.

Fallen London: The RPG includes setting information seeded with plot hooks for your game, numerous character types representing the variety of Londoners fans love from the browser and video games, a full set of conflicts and dynamic systems for departing on ventures across London, a sample venture to get you started on your journey, and much more. Delve into the Neath like never before in an immersive roleplaying experience that gives you the chance to change all of London…though the cost might be far greater than you ever imagined.

London, 1899. Forty years ago, the city fell into a vast cavern beneath the Earth. Now Hell is close, immortality is cheap, and the Traitor Empress Victoria still reigns.

Devils and betentacled people walk the streets. The cloaked and mysterious Masters control the city’s commerce from a towering building covered in words of fire. Death, for most, has become more of an inconvenience than a finality. All the old rules that once bound the world have become flexible. 

That’s an opportunity for someone like you. You crave something more than most think is possible. If it’s fame, then you want your name to live in the mind of everyone in London, forever. If it’s power, then you want the world itself to bend to your will. You want to destroy Death itself, or open the gates to the abode of the stars, or to restore London back to the surface. You want something so far out of reach, you have to change the rules or break them entirely just to have a chance at getting it.

You’re not going to be able to do all of that on your own. So you found others to share in your ambition. Together, you might be able to do the impossible. You might be able to fill the burning holes inside of you. Even if you have to burn everything else to do it.

Your concern is assembled and you are ready to act. What will become of London now? Time to find out.

The setting of Fallen London is rich and well-developed, with countless stories hiding in its deepest corners. Here’s a rundown of what you need to know:

Victorian London is now located in a gigantic cavern, overarchingly called the Neath. To the east, the docks now lie on a brackish subterranean sea known as the Unterzee. There are other places and nations throughout the Neath – the seventy-seven kingdoms of the Presbyterate on the Elder Continent far to the south; the maritime state of the Khanate over the Zee; and to the west, Hell itself. Suffice to say, London is not alone.

There are many inconsistencies in the basic laws of reality in the Neath. Time and causality don’t always operate as expected, and geography can change without warning. The most well-known of these changes is to do with mortality: Death is no longer permanent for most humans. If they die, they will return to life after some time.

Many, many different kinds of people have become common in London. Rubbery Men with tentacled bodies and squid-shaped heads; Rattus Faber, intelligent and mechanically proficient rodents; Clay Men, folk of living stoneware; and even Devils, pleasantly engaging in the commerce of souls.

The city still maintains many of the old apparatuses of government, including Parliament, the Constables, and the Ministry of Public Decency. In truth, however, London is ruled by the Masters of the Bazaar – large hooded figures, each of whom claims domain over a different aspect of trade. All commerce must pass through the Bazaar now, and therefore is only legal under the auspices of the Masters.

London is sometimes called the Fifth City, even by those who don’t really know why. There was something in the Neath when London fell upon it – the Fourth City – and if London is the Fifth City…could a Sixth still be coming?

Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game is a brand new way to experience the setting of Fallen London. Create your own characters and play together, telling your own inventive stories of London in the Neath! The tabletop roleplaying game supports approximately 3-6 players, with one taking on the role of a gamemaster responsible for portraying the world and adjudicating the rules, and the rest taking on the role of their own individual character. The game is designed for ongoing stories, as the characters pursue their goals and face the consequences of their choices. 

In the TTRPG, each player creates their own character, together assembling a concern – a single group devoted to a grand ambition. Grand ambitions are the giant overarching goals of the concern, the kind of goal that no one of them could ever achieve entirely on their own. But while grand ambitions are grand, they are rarely good; the members of a concern are obsessed with achieving their ambitions for their own reasons. They might be trying to create a permanent door into the world of dreams, or they might be trying to travel to some hypothetical future. They might be trying to unseat the Masters, or they might be trying to become Masters themselves. Whatever they hope to achieve, it is a grand, difficult task, and they won’t be able to get there on their own.

The characters of a concern don’t have to be particularly friendly with one another; in point of fact, they often wind up as rivals with significant disagreements between them. But they all agree that the grand ambition of the concern is worth sacrificing nearly anything to achieve, and to that end they agree to work together.

They also have help from another source – the principal of the concern. This is a figure of some importance, a character with power and resources capable of supporting the concern in their pursuit of their grand ambition. The principal is a non-player character – an NPC – with the largest share of ownership in the concern. They don’t participate in the day-to-day operations of the concern, seeing as they’re far too busy for that. They might show up to make some demands at inopportune moments. But the other members of the concern need the principal. They need the principal’s money, or influence, or reputation, or knowledge…otherwise, they don’t stand much of a chance. 

A concern can be anything from an artists’ collective to a Surface – goods importation consortium to a gang of scoundrels and thieves. So long as the group is all committed to the grand ambition for their own reasons, and they have their principal, then they have everything they need to take on the Neath.

Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game allows the concern to make its own choices about how to pursue its grand ambition. In particular, a concern always has a pool of opportunities and leads to work with. Opportunities represent clear, certain ways to get something the concern wants. An Infernal Smuggler is willing to sell the players a map of the old sewer tunnels buried beneath Spite – if the players will part with a crate of high-quality souls for the privilege. That’s an opportunity; the Smuggler isn’t lying about the offer! Give them the souls, and they will sell! 

Leads represent facts about the world that the concern can capitalise on for resources and advantages… especially to fulfill their opportunities. Knowing that there’s a valuable shipment of jarred souls Hellbound from London might be a perfect lead to get the supply the concern needs for the merchant!

The concern as a whole debates and discusses what it wants to do, ultimately combining an opportunity and a lead to go forth on a venture – an attempt to capitalise on the lead, and to fulfill the opportunity! When the concern hatches their plan to raid the soul shipment and sell the stolen souls to the merchant for the map, they’re undertaking a venture, and now they have to deal with all the troubles of their intended thievery!

Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game keeps the supply of leads and opportunities churning to ensure players always have lots of different options and ways to pursue their goals, while also reflecting how London isn’t static; if they take too long, some opportunities and leads will fall away!

Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game uses the Ædana System, a new game system built upon many lessons the team at Magpie Games have learned over the past decade of game design. Ædana is built for flexibility, with a simple central dice mechanism alongside more complex and intricate conflict systems to flesh out exciting moments.

You can read a lot more about the specifics of the system and how to run it in our Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game quickstart, here!

At heart, Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game uses challenge rolls to resolve moments of uncertainty and tension. A challenge roll has a player pick up a bunch of six-sided dice:

Dice for an appropriate attribute, usually between 0 and 4

A skill die, if you have a Trained or better applicable skill

A die for an asset (resources or equipment), if you have something useful to the situation

A die for good circumstances that give you an advantage 

Here’s an example of what assembling a challenge roll looks like:

Flossie, a PC and a revolutionary proponent of rattish rights, is due to give a speech at an assembly for the advancement of rattus faber interests in London. She’s hoping to unite the crowd and draw them together…in part, to act as a distraction that keeps the constables’ attention away from their Concord Square headquarters, so the other members of Flossie’s concern can sneak in! 

For the speech, Flossie’s player, Francis, turns to Flossie’s Persuasive attribute – just a 1, so Francis only takes 1 die. Then, she looks to Flossie’s skills. Expression is the skill for rallying and affecting large groups of people through art or speech, and fortunately Flossie’s Expression is Trained, giving her one more die. The situation is notably tilted in his favor; Flossie and her concern put in a lot of work to get all these rats to show up for a speech, and though the crowd is small in stature, they are predisposed to raucous behavior. The GM tells Francis that Flossie has favorable circumstances, and so Francis takes a third die. Flossie’s not really using any particular resource or piece of equipment to give her a leg up right now, though, so she doesn’t receive an extra die for that. 

Francis picks up the pool of three dice and rolls!

On any challenge roll, you’re looking for 5’s and 6’s, called hits. 

No hits, and you get a defeat: The GM says what happens, and it won’t be good.

One hit, and you get an unstable result: you can make it a success, but only if you pay a cost or face a complication. Otherwise, it's a defeat. 

Two hits, and you get a success: you get what you wanted in full!

Three or more hits, and you get a triumphant success: you get what you wanted and then some!

There’s more to explore in terms of the different advantages skills can give you, different kinds of resources and equipment you can pull from, and special abilities you might have that give you some edge…but on the whole, that’s it! 

Well, except for one little piece of your Fallen London PCs…

Every PC in Fallen London is obsessed with at least one thing: the grand ambition of the concern. But most of them have a few more obsessions that drive them to act, even when they shouldn’t. During play, your obsessions can help give you a boost when the dice don’t go your way, giving you a chance to turn a defeat into a success when you overcommit…but at the risk of worsening your obsession, deepening it further. If your obsession grows too big, then that’s it: your PC becomes unmoored, unconnected to their life and the people around them, consumed by their need. They become an NPC, and a dangerous one at that.

You can read more about obsessions in the Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game quickstart!

The Ædana System uses conflicts to expand particularly intense moments of uncertainty. Conflicts play out a bit like minigames, with their own procedures designed to reflect the particulars of that scene. The quickstart includes conflicts for Investigation and Chases, but the core game will have many more conflicts!

Conflicts are designed to give game groups new options for surprising play, without making demands. Any moment that a conflict comes up could probably be resolved by a few simple challenge rolls instead! But a conflict really focuses and creates tension while producing surprising and deep results. A conflict can take your narrative in a direction you’d never expected!

Be sure to check out the conflicts in the Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game quickstart!

When you sit down to start playing Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game, first you fill in some details of your concern as a group. You pick what you want your grand ambition to be, and the kind of concern you want to play, as well as your principal. Every PC has to be obsessed with the grand ambition, and they all have to be members of the concern, so it helps to know those pieces at the start!

Then, you go to work creating your PCs based on that starting information. Each PC is built by picking one option from six different categories: 

Nature: What kind of person are you? A human? A Rattus Faber? A Rubbery Man? 

Origin: What part of London or its environs do you hail from? Veilgarden? Spite? A tomb colony like Venderbight?

Profession: What skillset do you ply for your well-being? Are you a poet? An artisan? A detective? A killer? A mushroom tender?

Disposition: What is your approach to the world around you? Are you jovial? Cynical? Intense? Generous? Reserved? 

Association: With whom do you spend your time? Bohemians? The Constabulary? Urchins? A criminal sort? 

Twist: What in particular makes you stand out? Do you have an inappropriate pet? Have you lost your memories? Is there a tattoo in a certain fiery language inked upon your body? 

Each option changes your character a bit. Perhaps it gives you some skills; perhaps you gain some resources or equipment; perhaps it provides an ability or a trait that tweak the rules for you. After you’ve made your choices, you have your own unique Londoner, ready to venture forth!

Character Attributes

Skills

There are 12 base skills, ranging from Coercion to get your way through intimidation and force, to Expression to produce works of art or give speeches, to Occlusion for hiding your person and your intentions, to Scrutiny for closely examining things you can get your hands on. You can find more about the skills in the  Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game quickstart!

Menaces

As PCs suffer consequences, their Menaces rise. When a Menace rises too high, they’re going to have to face some serious trouble, likely forcing the concern to stop acting for a while and costing them opportunities and leads!

The menaces include:

Nightmares: the growing strain upon the mind

Scandal: the growing judgment of wider society

Suspicion: the growing attention and mistrust of the law

Wounds: the growing pain and damage upon the body

Obsessions

Every PC has a few obsessions with a rating between 1 and 8. The higher the rating, the more dice the obsession can provide when the PC gives into it…but if an obsession reaches 8, then the PC loses touch with themself and becomes a threat!

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[yuurivoice]

A few folks seem very intrigued by the somewhat vague pre-BitterSweet ideas I had for Seth I was discussing on stream last night (and a few times before that) so I'll share in my own words here as well!

Seth's embryonic stage was straightforward.

Create a sexy rival for Alphonse who shares a criminal history with him, and wants to use Boo as a means to fuck with Al. Biker bad boy who fucks. That was all there was in the beginning.

From there I considered doing the Good End, Bad End approach that would expand on a concept I tried out with early Alphonse, where Boo and him hooking up on their first night was a non-canon bad end. This would have been more of a Bad Path rather than just an end, a few audios where shit just gets real wild.

I don't remember a ton of specifics now, but long story short after meeting (not the same as episode 1 of BS) Seth would be a lingering menace stirring shit and taunting Al/Boo before ultimately kidnapping Boo and luring Alphonse to a remote location, something similar to a trainyard or warehouse, like the settings seen in BS3. The climax involved a gun, and an ambiguous ending where we're not sure who got got in the end.

Then, after I sat with it for a while and started hammering out what I wanted his introduction to look like, Seth was not becoming that character. I held on, thinking maybe it'll take shape, and then the "THEY WERE LOVERS!?" bit hit me and it really started to get some movement...and nowhere near the direction of Seth really being a menace.

Also, I find the whole thing so overplayed and cliche in the ASMR roleplay niche that I did not think it would be wise in the long run to introduce even the optional Bad End thing because a lot of people cannot grasp the concept of "this is just a spicy branching alternate story for fun".

And honestly, I don't find it all that fun. A by the numbers kidnapping plot for the folks who enjoy that sort of thing would not have been the level of work I'd go on to do, nor would it have created the long lasting emotional attachment to Seth we have today.

Also, knowing your audience fucking matters. That era of the my audience had people freaking out at the idea that Alphonse might leave Boo. They were not prepared for that kind of content whether it was clearly labeled non-canon or not.

I'm pretty happy with where we ended up, and I am much more equipped to tell a story involving a fucked up asshole causing problems on purpose now than I was all those years ago.

But I hear the folks who want various boys behaving badly, and perhaps one day Seth will have a bad dream about what could have been. 🙏

[unveiling-unguarding]

Let's fix the story of Dragon Age: The Veilguard pt. 1 - Prologue

I have spent the last week-ish just stewing and thinking about all the things that bugged me about Veilguard's story. Things I knew would bug me going in, having seen the gameplay reveal of the intro mission, but thought would fade as the game got over the hump of an awkward start. Nope.

This game, unfortunately, has such massive structural problems that I need to try to rework the basic skeleton of the narrative for my own sanity. So while my first instinct would quite frankly be to scrap the whole premise of what we got, I'll stick to doing some amateur developmental editing.

First things first, Bioware seems to not understand why people have wanted origins back in Dragon Age and are content to give lip service to various backstories without implementing the real reason people loved them - they mattered narratively, were intrinsic to the plot and various subplots, and provided solid character motivation at the very beginning of the story. For example, the human noble origin starts your warden's story off with the betrayal and murder of your parents at the hands of supposed close friend Arl Howe. So now you have very personal motivations to leave your home, become a Grey Warden, and be an active participant in the political landscape of Ferelden. Same goes for each of the origins you can play, each of which introduces the player to subcultures and subplots important to the setting.

Like Veilguard, Inquisition didn't do well with this, but it was fine since the real narrative hook for why the player's character becomes the protagonist is them gaining the anchor and stepping out of the fade in the wake of a world-altering calamity under uncertain circumstances. And most importantly, the game allows you to roleplay how your character feels about the whole thing. Rook, on the other hand (heh), is a character who only gets a short paragraph, functionally identical no matter the faction, about pissing off their higher ups before being recruited by Varric. Supposedly, Rook travels with Varric and Harding for the better part of a year before the game takes place, a timeframe we only learn a couple hours into the game.

This is all coupled with some painterly cutscenes where Varric gives us the lowdown on Solas and his plans. Which is fine, but does the bare minimum and gives our player character no personal stake in the story. We are left to infer our pre existing relationship with Varric (and Harding) and our Rook's reasons for stopping Solas. You can kind of define those reasons later on, but they are rather shallow and the game does not give them their due emphasis. Not to mention this comes at a point in the story I'd argue is way too late.

What should have happened to start the game was a mission that allows us to both define Rook's relationship with Varric and their stake in the story. You could conceivably come up with any number of specifics for this prologue mission, so I'll forgo getting too into the weeds, except to say that it should in some capacity involve Solas' agents that were seen and hinted at during Trespasser. Since the game insists on allowing Rook to be from one of six factions (a seeming holdover from the pivot away from a live service model for the game), the game should start off with a mission about narrowing Solas' ritual location down. Allow us to banter with Varric about the months leading up to that moment. Allow us to elucidate our feelings on what Solas plans and our taking leave from our faction. This would provide a great opportunity for have race or faction reactivity upon learning he was last seen in Minrathous, whether you're an elf or qunari hesitant to go to place that is generally hostile toward people like you or a shadow dragon eager to return home.

This would be a perfect lead in to contacting Neve Gallus for help and the existing opening mission, if you absolutely have to keep it in the game. I am still annoyed about John Epler stating that they wanted the beginning of this game to feel like the ending of a previous game. Why? That's the opposite of how a story should start. A story should start at the beginning, especially when one of their stated goals was to onboard new players to Dragon Age. It hamstrung them into leaving our main character's connection to Varric and the plot nebulous and undefined while they felt the need to shove in extremely awkward and on the nose exposition to tell the player about the veil, Solas, and ancient Elvhenan. Let the beginning of your story breathe, goddamn it.

Next up we'll talk about how the story handles Varric and why it's such a stupid fucking plot twist.

[educationaldm]

Story Hook: The party chase a child thief into a dead-end alley. The child is no where to be seen.

What happens next?

Do the players give up?

Is this the first of many encounters with this child?

Why is this child targeting them?

[cjh00k]

Calista Jane (CJ) Hook

She/Her

This is a roleplay account! I’m fine with most roleplay plots or so and I am open to rp in DM’S! Main acc is @aiodenhunt, and I use any prns really!

[wheneverfeasible]

I fully blame @blushweddinggowns (purpleweekend on AO3) for this because now they have reignited my obsession with pirate AUs but now I really want to do my own version of a Steddie Pirate AU. I just don’t know if I want to do it as a story or as a roleplay plot lmao.

I will probably be posting something for it at some point today or tomorrow, depending on when I finish it, because now I am hooked on piratey Steddie goodness.

But seriously, I’m really enjoying their fic Siren and I recommend it if you like pirates and Steddie and protective platonic Stobin. I am highly enjoying though.

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

To the person who mentioned the balance between lore and fluff being super inconsistent, yeah I think that's what frustrates most people. I got into Redacted through his lore-heavy stuff (a few months after Inversion finished) and that's what hooked me. The people who recommended him to me were also heavily selling him on the lore. It's hard/frustrating for me to keep up though, because he not only heavily leans on the fluff, but the fluff often feels like it comes from a different story entirely.

I learned to appreciate the fluff. There's still lore there, it's just more like getting bits and pieces that combine into a bigger story rather than a traditional narrative structure of introduction -> character development -> rising action -> climax -> resolution. I can appreciate that it has its own style. The problem is that sometimes (especially recently) Redacted characters just... don't feel like they're even part of the same story. I think the D.A.M.N. crew and the Shaw Pack are the worst offenders here. Sometimes they're characters in a big supernatural soap opera, then they drop that theme and appear in audio after audio just being painfully generic and disconnected from all the plot/lore that was established for them.

Sometimes months pass and the plots they're involved in don't get mentioned at all, even when there's a lot at stake. Ex: characters seem to get amnesia characters get about CloseKnit, the post-Inversion fallout, William's shady activities etc. The plotlines the characters are involved in vanish suddenly and return randomly. Their supernatural abilities go months (sometimes years) without being used or even mentioned. It's downright bizarre seeing characters be threatened by a supernatural cult, then just go five months without mentioning it and instead spend time playing videogames and decorating their apartments or whatever else happens in the fluff audios.

Their characterization changes in the fluff/vs lore-based audios. Fluff David and Lore David feel like the same character transplanted into two different plotlines. Fluff Milo and Lore Milo actually feel like two completely different people. The DAMN Crew in the main Freelancer series feel like they're part of a fascinating magical world, but the DAMN Crew from the fluff audios just feel like a completely different group group of friends with the same names and voices. It's like they come from an AU. That is what bugs me.

At least Vincent and Sam are pretty consistent between their boyfriend roleplays and plot focused audios. Geordi too, even though he doesn't appear as often. Replying to this anon: https://www.tumblr.com/anonymousredactedconfessions/755285410436055040/not-something-that-hasnt-been-said-before-but-i?source=share

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