#american horror story rpg

[hoodwinkme]

[fassylovergallery]

emma roberts in ahs: delicate

[evanpitars]

Ok I was thinking about rp/rpg (idk how to writte ) with ahs but yeah 😬

Opinions my lovers?

[wankyuniverse]

[witchzsn]

general info about me & role playing.

I’m 19, so therefore I won’t be interacting with minors when it comes to rp!

I’m fine with anything, I don’t really have any triggers, or at least none of which I’m aware of (obviously, if there’s something that bothers me I’ll kindly let you know about it. It goes the same for the other way around— if there’s something that bothers you just let me know).

I love to plot ( against the world ), but if we do something more casual and plotless I’m fine either way!

I mostly play as Zoe Benson from American Horror Story : Coven. But I’m up to play Violet, or overall any of Taissa’s characters. I do also have some OCs! Truthfully I can play about anything, I can adapt easily, but my preference is Zoe.

I’m fine with any pairings; m x f / f x f / m x m. ( even tho I usually do m x f. ) I’m fine with nsfw but I’d like if we talked more about it beforehand. Usually, I always tend to discuss these types of things before we get to effectively roleplay so that there won’t be any misunderstandings or conflicts during the ‘long run’.

I try to be canon compliant, or at least give justice to the character I’m playing. If you’d like that we did something more canon divergent all you have to do is tell me before we start to rp, I’m absolutely fine with that too.

as I said before, I try to portray the character as close to the canon/og version as I can, or generally just be close to the behaviour and persona of the character. But that doesn’t mean I don’t try to portray it using my ‘shades’ of thoughts and all. ( I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense, I tend to ramble a lot. )

I use the III person past tense when I rp, but I can switch to I person/ present. I’m Italian, english is not my first language so I beg you be a little patient and bear with me because sometimes I do tend to be a mess when writing, ( with all the thoughts flowing through my mind I can easily make some mistakes. Don’t be shy to tell me if something doesn’t make sense or just is incomprehensible/ incorrect. ) this being why, sometimes, it might take me a little bit to get back to you, but I always reply back!

I do literate rp, or at least I try to, but I can switch to illiterate if needed. As I said before, I can adapt easily.

I can rplay by message/ posts, and with that being said I think I’ve covered all. If I missed something feel absolutely free to ask me! All I ask in return is kindness.

Oh! Also, if you don’t wish to continue the roleplay feel free to tell me, no reasons needed, as it is totally understandable :)!!

I’m sorry if this was too long, I’ve never roleplayed on tumblr, don’t come at me this is all new to me. 🤙😞

cora <3 (she/her).

[skadi-hunt]

[xrofahsx]

RING OF FIRE RULES

Hello, and welcome to Ring Of Fire! This is an American Horror Story Discord Group, and we've been running going on five years now from roleplayer.me, and want to recruit on Tumblr as well. We have recently decided to make this a more discord oriented group, which would just require you play a character without a page, in the safety of your own discord! Just fill out the form and choose the season you're associated with in self roles.

1. We are Page Optional. If You do want a page, that is great! You must post the 𝑅𝑃-𝑃𝐴𝐺𝐸-𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐾𝑆 channel! There's no activity requirement for roleplayer.me site or tumblr. You can muse in those as well, if you want! You don't need to know what roleplayer.me is if you don't know

2. The main activity requirement that is an ABSOLUTE MUST is GROUP SLS. We break them apart per season. OC's must join the group SLs that their character is correlated with, even if it's a couple. If you feel your OC isn't apart of that timeline in the plot, please don't worry, just talk to an admin. Everyone has two weeks to reply whenever it is their turn. If you do not do the group sl, your role will be re-opened.

3. OC must make sense. They could be apart of multiple seasons, however it must with the timeline. We don't allow OC's to replace any character. Yes, we do take Celebrity AUs, and if you have seen Coven, Stevie Nicks is a good example. But they must fit into the AHS timeline. Make sure you have a Face Claim and a story in place, whether you have a page or not. It is important to have everything ready so everybody else knows who your character is! Must have these things ready before getting into the group!

4. WE DO MONTHLY DRABBLES, however, you can opt out of them if you don't have time that month. We also require you at least do 3 or more 1x1 storylines with your main connections, if you are a cannon character, especially if you're a main character. OC's have more freedom in that realm.

5. If your interested role is closed, and you have no other role you want, you're welcome to leave the server before joining! It is okay. 6. EVERYONE DESERVES A CHANCE. Nobody has to write with everyone, but in reality, we all do. 1x1 maybe lax, but please give an OC a chance too. We all need each other to help our muse grow, and OCs need Cannons as well!

7. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CLAIM UP TO 2 CHARACTERS UP FRONT. However, be wary on what you choose, because each character has to write in a group SL. Meaning if you have Nan and Queenie, they both have to be in the Coven/Apocalypse Sl. If you have Kit, and March, then they have to be in the Asylum SL and then the Hotel SL. Once I see activity after 30 days, you will have room to pick up 2 more characters.

8. And Lastly, NO DRAMA or BULLYING. That means NO harassing another member for replies, or a SL they might not want. ANY OUTSIDE DRAMA between you and another member must be taken care of outside of the group. ADMINS HAVE THE RIGHT TO DENY A POTENTIAL MEMBER. We Will not take Past members unless there is a conversation had first. (Depends on why you got kicked or left the first time.)

[xocrown05]

Discord AHS Coven Roleplay

Heyyy!! If you guys are interested in joining our first generation of COVEN which is made up of original characters and interesting storylines feel free to add my discord below, Im just a member helping out the owner. They plan to launch soon My Discord: xocrown#0417

[hiddenwashington]

@accurseds said: Was that [CODY FERN]? Oh no no, that was just [MICHAEL LANGDON], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [AMERICAN HORROR STORY: APOCALYPSE]. They are [PHYSICALLY TWENTY-EIGHT] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.{ooc: alice, 21, est, she/they}

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. michael langdon [cody fern]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city! 

Was that [JODIE COMER]? Oh no no, that was just [VILLANELLE], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [KILLING EVE]. They are [TWENTY-SIX] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.{ooc: alice, 21, est, she/they}

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. villanelle [jodie comer]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city! 

[wearelondonhq]

(maisie) welcome to london,ERIC MATTHEWS! did anyone ever tell you that you look just likePEDRO PASCAL? well, no matter, we hear that you are 55and working as a POLICE CAPTAIN. we also hear that you currentlyHAVEyour memories from SAW and have a tendency to be DEDICATED as well as HOT-HEADED. (can i please swap mindy meeks-martin for her??)

(maisie) welcome to london, MICHAEL LANGDON! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like CODY FERN? well, no matter, we hear that you are 25and working as a POLITICIAN. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from AMERICAN HORROR STORY: APOCALYPSE and have a tendency to be COURAGEOUS as well as UNSTABLE. (can i please swap carol danvers for him??)

(maisie) welcome to london,SHAUNA SHIPMAN! did anyone ever tell you that you look just likeSOPHIE NÉLISSE? well, no matter, we hear that you are 25and working as a COLLEGE STUDENT. we also hear that you currentlyHAVE SOME OFyour memories from YELLOWJACKETS and have a tendency to be BRILLIANT as well as STUBBORN. (can i please swap matt murdock for her??)

— WELCOME TO LONDON, eric matthews, michael langdon & shauna shipman! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome maisie, please be sure to follow our checklist here! ** carol danvers & matt murdock  ( mcu ) and mindy meeks-martin (scream) are reopened !

[bits-and-babs]

Your fics are amazing! Would you ever write about König?

𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐃 — 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆

synopsis : rumours of an elite soldier have the base reeling. murmurings of 'monster' and 'freak'. what happens when you come face to face with the beast, only to find he's nothing like the whispers cautioned?

pairing : könig x f!reader

warnings : 18+ mdni. war, violence, graphic gory imagery, self-conscious könig baby, little bit of hand kink, basic bitch smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, size kink, tight fit, sugar-sweet teeth rotting smut. this feels so basic… but I was struggling. please note, kilgore is a name previously linked to könig. I have used it as a codename 🙂

könig masterlist ୨୧ main masterlist ୨୧ join taglist ୨୧ ask

Warfare training preps for the inevitable—those moments you need to fire a weapon and how to camouflage and navigate enemy territory without detection. These inescapable horrors are 'another day in the office' by the time you enter the field, the prickling chill of fear driven out of your system. Whistling RPGs are not dissimilar to the scream of your Drill Sergeant's commands, the cold, hard ground of a dilapidated building no more uncomfortable than the standard-issue barracks mattress you would ease your wearing bones into after training. 

Fear, beaten out of each man and woman that slipped on the uniform, held no commonplace in the military. Weapons, the call to war, brutality and sirens did little to raise the blood pressure. 

Whispers held far more weight and struck unease into the hearts of even the most desensitised of fighters. 

It was inarguable that each military in every country, at any time, had its own 'boogeyman'. Notorious fighters with absurdly large kill counts consisting of three digits that inevitably earned a bounty for their head, funded by the enemy—elite warriors who acquired a legendary reputation that ultimately became horror stories. The Ghost of Kyiv, The American Sniper Chris Kyle. These military cryptids kept their enemies awake at night, baying for blood and begging for the piles of bodies they left behind to stop growing. 

After years in the SAS, you were beginning to think that there was no such thing. Each soldier was prolific, brutally efficient and inarguably the best of the elite forces. It was only upon entering Task Force 141, a genuinely mean feat, that you began to hear the unshunnable, hushed whispers of Kilgore. 

“Did you hear about Berlin?” 

“Kilgore? Yeah, heard he blew away a whole Al-Qatala cell.”

“Twelve of ‘em. The hostages were traumatised.”

These mumblings had persisted for months, consistently updated with crazy tales of whole garrisons blown to smitheries by this massacre-happy hulking mass of pure military precision. You, like the rest of 141, elected to ignore the gossip. This was a battlefield, filled with elite soldiers, not a school playground. 

                            ✰

Austrian mud splatters your camo-clad shins as you sprint through the forest terrain, your heart lurching in your chest as your rain-soaked fingers almost fumble your gun to the sodden ground. It’s freezing cold, the gush of rain edging on a flurry of sleet as lightning cracks above your head. Clothes soaked through, the moisture and icy wind form something of a ‘Pact of Steel’, working together to deep freeze the marrow of your bones. 

As you slip in the mud again, heel skidding across the slick soil, you realise how dire the situation truly is. Separated from 141 during the firefight, you’d navigated north. You continued running for the safe house once discovering your coms had been dispatched by a stray bullet— that certainly would have ripped through your heart and dispatched you instantly if not for the layers of plastic settled over it. 

Thunder rumbles in the clouds above, the boom reminiscent of a distant air strike. Slurried earth gives way beneath your feet as you push on. Exhaustion gnaws at your joints as you scramble for safety, bested only by the adrenaline that buzzed in your ear like a vicious drill sergeant. “Move it! Do you wanna die?! Well fucking move!” 

You can hear their boots in the mud, the advancing Al-Qatala mercenaries chasing after you and shooting blindly at your heels, competing with the distance and dense foliage. You’re like an injured fox, feverish bloodhounds nipping at the end of your tail— what could they do with an SAS hostage? How much leverage would it buy? 

Bullets whistle by your feet, the proximity of some enough to set your hair on end. They’re closing in, jowls dripping with slobber as they attempt to close their teeth around you. Just a little mor—

Crack. 

Chaos erupts behind you, the thump of a body and a flurry of shouts. Panicked voices overlay each other in different languages, Urzik and Persian. You scramble for cover behind a treetrunk, the bark cutting at your palms as you brace for incoming fire. 

"Kilgore!" Someone shouts, and your blood runs cold, eyes wide as they dart around the foliage for the legendary soldier. The whizzing of high-powered bullets persists, dropping Al-Qatala mercenaries into the mud beneath them. You hear the yelled orders, Urzik fighters urged to retreat.

You're unsure if one fails to hear the directive over the din of warfare, but you hear the advancing feet of the mercenary advancing on your position—the squelch of the mud beneath the rubber sole of his combat boots. You scramble with your weapon, checking the gun's safety and readying for a one-shot shoot-out. 

When a bullet shreds through a victim's head, the sound is reminiscent of a watermelon being cracked open. It's a sickening crunch. A wet spray of warm blood cuts through the downpour of rain, splattering across your face. Some of it is solid, brain matter and shards of cranium. 

It's not silent by any means. The rain continues to beat against the floor, pattering in the puddles that had formed in sole-shaped prints in the soaked earth. Cracks of thunder sound in the distance, and the droplets drum against the leaves in the forest's canopy. However, the sounds of the firefight cease. 

"You can come out," a voice calls to you. Accented; Germanic. You hesitate for a moment, once again strengthening your grip on the gun you'd clung to. Your lungs strain with the sudden intake of breath, ribs crushed beneath your tac-vest. "Ghost sent me." 

Easing your head out from behind the tree trunk, you marvel, somewhat horrified, at the gigantic, hulking build of the man who stood in the clearing. Fallen enemy combatants surround him, a blanket of corpses draped across the turbid forest floor. A black veil covers his face, and his equipment litters his tac-vest. 

You'd be lying if you said you were unperturbed by the sight. Instead, fear lurches in the pit of your stomach, and you freeze in place. It's only when your eyes catch the crystal white slicing through crimson on the patch sewn into his shoulder that the airy voice, which certainly doesn't match his enormous frame, brings you a sense of safety. 

"The safe house is ahead. We could get you warm–– clean you up?"

                            ✰

Staring into the bubbling pan of water settled over the small fire, you relish in the warmth that creeps across your chilled body. Still, you're soaked, the damp clinging to the threads of your clothes. The scent of iron still assaults your nose, the water that you pick off the fire cautiously heated enough to scrub the blood from your face. 

Kilgore, who informed you upon entering the safehouse preferred to be called by his name König, had seated himself in the corner of the large, relatively empty room. He looked ridiculous like this, attempting to compact his body into the crevice. You don't doubt it's an attempt to ease the nervous energy bleeding through your pores, your hands trembling as you attempt to dip the rag he had gifted you into the hot water. 

"Did..." You swallow thickly, glancing up at the Austrian, "Did you tell the Lieutenant where we are?" 

"Mhm-hm," he nods slowly, his jade eyes watching you from beneath the face veil. They're sharp and bright, contrasting so strongly against his uniform's muted and inky shades. "He's planning evac." 

You scrub the gore from your face, wincing as you feel the shards of bone scrape across your face. König's eyes bore into you from the other side of the room, watching you struggle to remove what was left of the grime the rain had failed to wash away. 

"I've-... Heard a lot about you," you speak to him, attempting to cross the vast space he had consciously put between you. His green eyes gaze at you, unblinking as he watches your expression. König is trying to read you, trying to comprehend how you feel. He's cautious, trying not to push you outside of your comfort zone. 

"About Berlin?" He asks, and his voice is so soft that it reminds you of a child attempting to speak after being reprimanded by their parents–– wary of a second bout of raised voices. 

"Yes," you mumble, dipping the crimson rag into the water before laying it across your skin again, "About Berlin." 

König hums softly, casting his eyes to the aged, wooden floorboards. The woodlice have chewed through them, moss growing in some parts. You can see he appears uncomfortable, his knuckles white from the fists that form in his lap. 

"I didn't mean to scare anyone," König admits in a whisper, catching you off guard. His shoulders sag slightly, and you see him pick at loose threads in the knees of his camo trousers. 

"N-No... I meant to say how courageous it was," you point out, watching his fidgeting hands still suddenly, "You risked your life for those hostages... saved them singlehandedly. No one else would have done that." 

Hesitant silence settles between you both, König considering your words carefully as he stares at his lap. You can't see his face, the veil concealing all but his eyes, though you're almost sure he's stunned by your comment. It takes him a moment to discern his next step, but he finally lifts his body from the wooden chair he'd pulled into the corner. It creaks with the shift in weight distribution, floorboards straining as he walks across the space towards you. 

"You also saved me," you point out, watching him kneel before you, "Faced a whole cell..."

König steals your words from your mouth when his huge hand settles around the bloodied rag in your palm. He doesn't speak at; first, silence hanging between you once again as he dips the cloth into the water. Then, he soaks it until it drips, droplets pinging off the surface, and wrings it out. His dorsal muscles ripple beneath the backs of his palm, veins a ballpoint colour and standing out against his pale skin. 

"Ghost asked me to," he mumbles, carefully holding the damp fabric and slowly reaching for your face. He gives you time to pull away–– you don't. 

"You could have ignored him," you whisper, suddenly breathless with this proximity. He still towers over you, even balanced on his knees, head and shoulders slumped over you. You can see the ocean green of his eyes clearly, the halo of brown flecks that cover the circumference of his pupil. His eyelashes flutter when he blinks, so pretty and oddly feminine. 

The pressure of the cloth against your skull is so delicate. König appears to be afraid of hurting you, gently brushing away the flecks of blood in your hairline. He shakes his head gently, considering your kind words. "What kind of man would I be, Leibchen?" his voice is airy, tone flimsy.

Those stunning eyes take a moment to gaze into yours, searching for your answer. Instead, all you manage is a weak shrug. 

"Were... Are they afraid of you?" You whisper to him, struggling to find the words to broach a topic that appears to affect König so profoundly. It's his turn to answer wordlessly, offering an equally frail nod. 

König takes your chin ever so gently in his hand, his palm almost eclipsing the lower half of your face, and turns your head in search of further blood-spatter. He sweeps the makeshift face-cloth over your skin, focusing on removing the grime altogether. 

You'd heard the cruel rumours, the whispers of 'monster' and 'freak'. This König you'd met couldn't possibly be the same they uttered about maliciously. He held a child-like kindness, the brutality of the job seemingly doing little to chip away at his humanity. The same couldn't be said about the others. 

"König," you whisper his name softly, watching as he continues to focus on clearing up your skin. His soothing touch smoothes across your temple now, removing some mud speckles. "Don't listen to them."

You can see his eyes soften, once again turning to yours as you reach to fiddle with the edge of his veil. Upon tracing the border between the pads of your thumb and forefinger, you find that it's t-shirt material, the zigzag seam stitching rough against your touch like barbed wire. "They haven't seen you like I have." 

Those eyes gleam with amusement, little crows-feet creases forming in the corners. He's smiling, and your heart stutters against your chest. 

"That right, Leibchen? I've had a mask on this whole time."

The gentle teasing lilt to his tone makes you lightheaded, urging you forward with your frankly ridiculous plan. You begin to lift the edge of his veil upwards. You take it slowly, his pupils dancing across the bare skin of your face as you reveal the point of his chin. His skin is equally as pale there, barely exposed to sunlight.

König doesn't stop you as you continue to lift the fabric from his face, exposing the curve of his lower lip. The skin there is soft and plush, little creases in the flesh making your heart thud awkwardly against your ribs. Finally, you stop at his cupid's bow, so soft and subtle it's barely there at all. 

You can feel his gaze warming your skin as you trace his lips with your eyes. Hesitation holds you still, uncertain about the final step of this stupid plan. König, as ever, doesn't push you. Doesn't even breathe. When you lean forward, the tip of your nose brushing his own that still lay beneath the cloth, you hear a sharp yet gentle inhalation. It triggers goosebumps across your forearms, butterflies battering the pit of your stomach. 

Soft. His lips are so soft when you mould your own to their shape. König's veil tickles the skin of your face when you kiss him, and you feel his gigantic hands settle on either side of your neck as he begins to return your affections. They swallow you, and your pulse leaps against his palm. 

König smiles, and the kiss turns toothy and a little lopsided. You can't help but giggle nervously, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw as he presses gentle pecks to the edge of your mouth. Despite his massive, intimidating frame, each action is deliberate and soft. 

"... Are your clothes still wet, Schatz?" He's breathless despite his seemingly put-together appearance, his nose bumping yours as he interrupts your answer for another fragile kiss. "We could get you out of them." 

                            ✰

Your standard-issue military t-shirt slips and falls from the cot's mattress as König gently pulls your hips towards the edge. His fingerprints have already bruised into your thighs despite his attempts to be gentle. When he'd begun to panic, you told him not to worry–– he'd already bruised up your neck with his teeth and lips; what was a couple more?

Butterflying your legs out for him, König groans softly as you expose your glistening cunt for him. You're shy, covering your face with your hands as his fingers massage the soft, malleable flesh of the inside of your thighs. 

"Schatz," he whispers, and you peer through the gaps of your fingers. König gazes down between your legs, green eyes gleaming as he positions his cock between your folds. "So beautiful." 

It's ridiculous, you think, staring down between your legs. König is huge in every sense, the shaft of his cock thick and veiny and drowning out the seam of your sex as König shifts his hips forward to swipe the length of him across your weeping cunt. You can't help your mind running away with itself–– surely he needed a weapons license to carry that thing-?

A weak chuckle sounds above you, and you crane your neck to catch his eye. "I will take it slow, Schatz, I promise you."

You believe him. He had been so delicate with you this whole time, laying you down gently on the bed, careful when removing your gear and your clothes not to let the material snag on your nose or chin. 

König's hand disappears beneath the face veil, spitting into his palm before he smoothes it over the head of his cock. He groans, eyelids fluttering beneath the mask as he drags his hand over the length. It's a pretty sight, you think, such a colossal man shuddering in bliss. When he sweeps his cock through your folds again, he carefully taps the tip of his dick against your clit to illicit a whimper. 

"Mhmm, gentle. I promise you," he repeats, inching the tip of his cock down until it settles at your entrance. The soles of your feet find purchase on König's hips, and he massages your calves gently as he begins to inch into you at your nod of approval. 

Oh, Christ. 

König stretches you the moment he sinks inside. There's a delicious burn, one that has you lifting your hips with a whimper as you equally try to escape and dive into it. He's wheezing, eyes glued to where your bodies meet as he watches you flutter around his size. 

"Ha-So tight, Schatz," he groans loudly, stopping when you firmly grip the bedsheets. He notes your expression of slight pain, the tears welling in your eyes as your body attempts to accommodate the intrusion. König seemingly can't help the flurry of apologies that fall from his mouth as he leans over you, settling his thumb against your clit in an attempt to ease you open. "Here. I want you to feel good, Engel." 

The tremors in your thighs rattle against his hips as he circles your clit slowly. It's blissful, the sticky, warm arousal that blooms through your abdomen as he teases at the sensitive nerves. You arch your back against the mattress, moaning out his name breathlessly as he continues to inch his cock further into you. You barely notice when he finally settles the rest of him inside, wailing softly when it twitches and knocks something earthshattering inside you. 

"O-Oh fuck––" you choke on your curse when König shifts his hips forward, jutting into your cervix and winding you suddenly. You probably look ridiculous, eyes rolling back into your skull as you claw at the vast expanse of his chest. You drag pink lines down the pale skin, drawing blood to the surface, but it does little to phase König this far along.  

"Good, Liebling?" He murmurs, continuing to assault your clit. You can barely form a coherent sentence in response, drooling around a string of 'yes, yes, yes'. It's all he needs to find comfort in advancing, easing the length of him out of your weeping cunt before driving it back in at an achingly slow pace. 

You want to slam your fist against his pectorals and insist he go faster, but you're not sure you're ready for it when he slides into you balls deep. It's as though he's settling among your lungs, filling you so good that you're seeing static in your line of vision. 

The sound of a desperate groan from above barely brings you back down to earth, noting how he's staring at your face. His pupils are blown wide, almost devouring the green of his irises. It takes you a moment to realise you're drooling, his slow and steady pace already pushing you to a mindless edge. 

"Oh-" you moan, digging your nails into his abs. They ripple beneath your touch with each deliberate thrust, and König hisses at the sharp sting and the crescent moon indents they leave behind. "F-Fuck, König- Too much-!"

"It's too much?" He wheezes, eyes searching your face. You desperately shake your head, terrified he'll pull away from you despite the inching arousal building at the base of your spine. Wrapping your legs around his hips, your heels press into the small of his back and hook him in place despite your protests. 

It sparks something feral in the hulking man, his hips surging forwards and jolting you up the mattress. Your breath escapes you in a squeak, arousal soaring and buzzing thickly in your abdomen as König mumbles in German, his soft voice coming out all gritty under the strain of his exertions and bliss. 

"Mhmmm- fuck-" you babble, eyes rolling again as you lift your hips to meet his. He sinks impossibly deeper, and your breath stutters as you feel the telltale tug of your orgasm. "Oh God- König, I'm-"

"Tell me," König whispers, rutting up inside you. He doesn't bother to inch out of you now, repeatedly battering so deep inside you that you struggle to inhale as your orgasm approaches fast. 

"Hngngg- hah-ah- I'mgonna- c-cum-" you choke with each sudden thrust, his thumb quickening its pace against your arcing clit. Perhaps he shifts his hips slightly or reaches even deeper than before, but he brushes against something utterly debilitating, and you cum with a loud shriek of his name. 

It bursts through you with blistering heat, your fingernails sinking deep into the curves of his bicep as you brace against the waves of bliss that crash over you. König keeps fucking into you, your walls squeezing tight around him as his thumb persists in its assault on your throbbing clit. Tears stream down your face, and König can't hold on much longer as you strangle his cock. 

"Hah-Shit-" he slurs, his voice barely reaching your ears as he buries himself as deep as you can take him. He cums with a haggard moan, body trembling as his cock spurts inside of you. There's so much of it, too, leaking out of you before he even manages to move. 

Both of you take a moment, both stunned by the overwhelming ecstasy. König doesn't bother withdrawing from your heat as he slumps beside you, turning you on your side to face him. He offers no words, burying his face into the crook of your neck and holding you tightly. 

Your chest heaves as you suck in oxygen, skin prickling with heat as König encases you in his massive arms. You don't need the sheets, his body-heat burning hot beside you as you press your skin to his.

No words need to be said, you think. König had offered his feelings in the form of his reverent touches and delivered his thanks for your kindness in the delicate kisses he'd pressed to your lips as he carried you into the bedroom. 

As you lay in the dark, settled into König's side, you trace your fingers over the curved scars, the bulletholes that have healed over against his ribs. They rise and fall beneath your touch, lungs expanding and deflating with each breath. It's a sobering moment, the thrumming of his pulse against your palm reminding you of his humanity despite the whispers at the base that had insisted upon his bestiality. 

You realise those who speak cruelly of him and ruin his self-worth don't understand their impact. To them, he's a cryptid–– his very existence called into question. They hadn't seen him with their own eyes, only heard the mind-boggling tales of his startlingly impressive missions and monstrous size. 

They hadn't felt his heart, the way it fluttered against your touch when you'd offered compliments. Hadn't experienced the soft plush of his lips pressing into your own in heartbreakingly sweet kisses. He was no monster. 

And when Lieutenant Riley came for you the following day, choosing to ignore the marks left on your skin and the way you hesitated before climbing into the helicopter to offer the Austrian a gentle wave and a promise that you would return, you began the mission to rewrite his story. To change hearts and minds.  

It didn't take long at all.

"Did you hear about Kilgore?"

"I did! He saved a member of 141. Incredibly brave–– I heard the situation was dire."

"She spoke very highly of him. Said we could count on him."

"I certainly wouldn't mind fighting alongside someone so dependable and courageous." 

join the taglist here

Call Of Duty: Modern Warefare Taglist;

@mortallyuniquepeach @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @crybaby-blue-blog @heart-atttack @pansa-1-san @maviee @emotion-no-hot-yes-hotel-trivago @s-u-t @ghostslynx @Malici0uspuff1n @solidly-indulgent @glitterypirateduck @gummyfang @bii-aan-ckaa @konigsblog @crissteetee @crissteetee67 @sylvanasthebansheequeen @akaym2 @im-still-alive2020 @exploremyworldsm @thriving-n-jiving @su57 @cabreezer0117 @cathnoneofyourbusiness @marygraceee @thatchickwiththecamera @grotzu @legend-o-zelda @simon-rileys-wife

[grimeerie]

If Enigma of Fear comes this month,i am praying for this game to be absolulety marketed fucking EVERYWHERE online,cause not only Ordem is such a amazing project that deserves so much recognition,but being a fully brazilian/latino-made TTRPG,the idea of this series becoming worldwide-known means so much personally as a brazilian artist.

I've mentioned this on a post before,but the experience of growing up as a latine being constantly fed white american-centric pop culture,be it comics,TV series,movies,art in general,to such a extreme point it made me develop such high insecurity in my country's art and culture as a whole,is so deeply harmful that even after leaving that toxic mindset,that insecurity still lingers on.

And it's why Ordem as a project is just so beautiful as an rpg to me,like the campaign main setting? All brazilian cities! The characters? Brazilians from different parts of the country all speaking in the accent and slang of their state or city! The players? Brazilians! The promotional art,the music,the boards,the tokens? ALL BRAZILIAN MADE. Like this project in so unashamedly Brazil and that makes me love every bit of bit.

Even though the gringo side of the Ordem fandom may still be somewhat small,the ammount of love i've seen you all have for this project is so big; all of the fanart,fics,headcanons,every single form of appreciation has just been so good. Know that regardless of what you may think about the quality of your contribution to this fandom know that to me and so many other brazilian,your love for this series means a lot to us. The hype for Enigma of Fear has been wonderful to see,and DESERVED CAUSE THE GOD THE GAME LOOKS FANTASTICAL AND DUMATIVA PUT THEIR WHOLE DUMATUSSY FOR 4 YEARS INTO THAT GAME AND THEY DESERVE THE RESPECT FOR IT-

BUT ALSO i want to shoutout the QSMP fandom as well,cause y'all are insane fr,seeing people love the same CCs i've watched and loved since my childhood,the fandom interacting with us Brazilian ??? Learning about our culture???? LEARNING TO SPEAK PORTUGUESE???

Sorry for the ramble but like- the whole learning portuguese part still makes me so happily feral cause as someone who grew up on Internet fandom spaces,having to learn english on my own to be able to interact with others,especially english being the main language in most internet spaces,THE FACT THE INVERSE IS HAPPENING LIKE WHAT?? Serioulsly,the dedication man! That is awesome!!

Legitimately i don't think there's enough words to describe the appreciation i have for yall,so basically: thank you all,so much,for giving us so much love this past year,and i hope if Ordem does become big enough out there,that more brazilian art to come gains as much love as this one,we are such a diverse country with so much to offer,and im am so glad to be born to such a colorful and crazy country <3

In general i hope this will be an encouragment for all to support non-white american centric art in general,there's so much art from other countries to love and appreciate,that desperately need it.

So basically: Watch Ordem Paranormal,and play Enigma of Fear when it comes out. It's RPG,it's story,characters,worldbuilding are fantastic,its horror,found family,comedy and deliciously SOUL-CRUSHING angst. Trust me,you won't regret it.

É ORDO REALITAS CARALHO!

[ciaossu-imagines]

For day 17 of the event, I used the word ‘hands’ from prompt 8 for Gokudera from Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I really enjoyed thinking about this one and I hope any fans of the series will enjoy these small headcanons 😊

What ‘fandoms’ would the character belong to?

I’ve mentioned it in previous posts, but I really do believe that Gokudera is someone who is really into horror movies. While he loves the genre as a whole, I do believe he has favourite series and horror movie villains. He’s a big Freddie Krueger fan, is a fan of the Exorcist movie, the Insidious series, and for horror-based television shows, he’s a huge fan of Stan Against Evil for sillier things and From, American Horror Story, and Channel Zero for more serious horror television.

I do think Gokudera is someone who would have gotten really into Supernatural. He’s not only watched the series in its entirety at least twice, but owns all the seasons, as well as some merch.

Let’s get clear one of my strongest fandom headcanons for this boy. Gokudera? Huge Dungeons & Dragons nerd. He loves everything about the game, the different worlds, and he’s always dreamed of doing a campaign. Even before he gets to, he has at least a half-dozen potential characters drafted up and figured out. I do like to headcanon him getting into a D&D group, consisting of various characters (most definitely including Byakuran, Shoichi, and Julie) during high school. However, it’s always been a dream of his to have a campaign with his fellow Guardians, but that isn’t something that happens for many years, not until Lambo is a teenager and better able to handle the game, though the poor Dungeon Master has a hard time re-explaining the rules and guidelines to Lambo every damn session.

Gokudera also gets into other tabletop rpg’s, such as Call of Cthulhu.

I do think that Gokudera would be a huge fan of MonsterQuest and Destination Truth. He’s really always going to enjoy any documentary series or movies based around cryptids, urban legends, and things of that ilk. He really enjoyed Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction, for its stories and he’d always try to guess and would keep track on how many he guessed correctly.

I do think Gokudera gets into podcasts. He has several Dungeons & Dragons podcasts he listens to, like Critical Role and Dungeons & Daddies. He also really enjoys podcasts like Lore and Welcome to Nightvale, along with some horror-based podcasts.

[solmints-messyocdiary]

"Alice"

There is nothing to say here.

Name: "Alice" Doe

Age: Late 20s. Older than she appears.

Pronouns: She/They/It

Gender: Super cute, amazing, talented bishoujo

Sexuality: Weeb (translation: she doesn't get laid)

Alignment: chaotic neutral

Birthday: February 7

Sign: Aquarius

Birthplace: [ç̸̯̜͕̱̗̾͌̌̇̇̔͗̉̎̚͘e̸̺̖͊͊͆̄̕͝ṅ̴̯̩̪͈̊͂͊̃͂̔͊́́̒́͜s̶̼͕͇̟̯̹̩͈̜̯͗͑͂̍̉̾͘͠ơ̴̡̯̦͎̹̍̈́̽̆̐̓̾̎̕̚͝r̸̝͇̗͔͙̱̲̀͐̉̌̐̈́͐͌̈́͜e̶̢̝̰͖̮̪̿͑̓̊́̍͆̒̈̑͆d̵̢̜͖̺̼̦̟̏̂́͘]

Job: Crime scene cleaner

-

Personality:

Haha... she wants to be liked but left alone at the same time. She finds her personality absolutely unbearable, so she'll try to mold herself in any way you need her to be. She can try and play the part. She tries to act as this wild, lovable, and energetic gal that everyone loves. A manic dream pixie girl to be exact.

However... she is an anxiety-riddled nerd who is hyperactive and can't stay still. "Alice" always tries to crack jokes, sometimes at the most bad timings, to ease down the tension. She hates herself and tends to become extremely depressed when her mood gets bad enough and her social battery is drained. She can also be quite negative, judgemental and cruel in her head.

Being perceived is both terrifying and important for her.

-

Height: 1.64 cm (5'4/5'5" feet)

Weight: It's a se-cret~ 48 kg (106 pounds)

Physical Description: A petite woman with blond-dyed hair and blue tips, her roots can be seen and are a dark brown. Greyish blue eyes with an unnerving stare and nervous smile. She has a pear-shaped body, thick thighs, and a nice butt. Her body is always littered with bandaids or bandages due to her clumsiness or how often she gets into fights. She has a scar on her mouth... she'd rather not say how she got it.

-

Hobbies: surfing the web, watching 4 hours videos on niche/obscure topics, sketching, reading manga, watching anime, playing eroge/horror games, staring into the void

Favorite stories: Bibliomania, Emanon, No Longer Human, Lady K and the Sick Man, Devilman, 1984

Favorite movies: Perfect Blue, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Angel's Egg, Jennifer's Body, Girl Interrupted, American Psycho, Spirited Away, Paprika, Akira

Favorite series: Serial Experiments Lain, Ergo Proxy, Neon Genesis Evangelion, My Dress-up Darling, Gangsta, Zombieland Saga, Magical Girl Site, Sailor Moon, Black Rock Shooter, Ghost in the Shell, Saint Seiya, Elfen Lied

Favorite Videogames: Mario 64, You and Me and Her: A Lovestory (Kimi to Kanojo to Kanojo no Koi), Huniepop, Silent Hill, THE iDOLMaster, Yume Nikki, Needy Streamer Overdose, Jisatsu no Tame no 101 no Houhou, Slow Damage, Subarashiki Hibi

Music Taste: J-pop, J-rock, electronica, eurobeat, vaporwave

-

Loves: solitude

Likes: junk food, Kuromi, physical media, boba tea, manga, Cogimyun, her waifus and husbandos, Dating Sim games, Super Sonico, bootleg figures, horror, deep-dives, horror indie RPGs, cows

Dislikes: boring people, people making fun of her, feeling sad... feel... ing... am I... A̷̳͗m̴̒ͅ ̸͈̐Ĩ̸̠ ̴͚̾r̶͇̔ȇ̴̘ã̴̪l̸̡̆?̸̗͝ ̷̩̈I̴̫̽ ̶̫̊a̸̰͊m̷̯̿ ̸͈͐s̵̭̈́c̴̱̈́a̴̕͜r̷̡̃e̶̦͌d̶̪̽.̷͇͝ ̷̙̒I̵̟͝t̶͍̋ ̶͎͑k̵͉̾e̷̢̿ȩ̴͑p̶̮̚s̵͉͐ ̶̦̕g̷̞̎e̶͊ͅt̶̝̂t̸̘̓ỉ̶͜n̵͉̿g̶̣͗ ̶̳̀ẃ̸̯o̵̜͋r̶̭̈́ṣ̴̄e̷̲͒.̸̯̑ ̸͈͘P̴̼̆l̶̠̈́e̷̖̒a̴̦̒s̸̭̏e̵̠͠.̸͙̀.̸̹̋.̸͇̆ ̶̝̈́p̵̟͝Ĺ̸̼E̴̼̋A̶͖̋S̷̗̈E̶̲͂ ̴̞̈́H̵̫̚Ẻ̶͈L̶̨̕P̶̪̽ ̶̟̍M̵̟͊E̸̛͔.̶̯́

Hates: solitude, herself ḥ̸̡̹̘̭̣̣̬̤͑͗͑͛̒́͗̈́͘̚ĕ̶̞̭̫̑̽̾͌̃̂̒̕̚r̵̛̲̖̙̭̜͙̳̙͚̿̾͌̓̓̀̅ş̵̛͇̜̩̲͓̪̋̌͊̈̉̄̐ȩ̷̡̠͍̥͔̞̼̣̈́ͅļ̶̛͕̱̃̉̎̈́̎͆́͝f̵̡̭̼̦̺̑̀̂̑͘̚͘̚ ̷͖̮̠͂̂͒͌̀͜͝ḧ̵̡̨̜͚͇̟͎͉͇̳̓̂̓̽̀̒ė̷͈̲͕̈́͌͗̍̎̊̕͝r̸̼͚͈̮̓̆̍̇̿́̅ş̷̫̘̰̼͖͖̄ę̸̠̤̼̪̓̒̆̈́͘̚͝l̸̨̧͖̼̰͈̅͆̀̆̃̔̐ͅf̶̙́͒̂͋̂̇̏ ̷̡̘̘͓̖̉͜h̴͓̹͓̭̤̳͚͛͜͠ͅê̵̤͓̖̘̬̭̫͓̒̓͗̈́̕ͅr̵̪͔̝͍͕͖̹̥̹̳̆̐̋͑͒͝͝s̴̫̗͙̈́ͅê̵̡̨̤̩͜l̴̥̈̽̐̾͒͗f̸̳̾̆̐̃͒

-

Extra

Right-handed

"Professional" tummy ache haver

She suffers from anxiety, making her not go out at all to prevent having to interact with others

She's a social smoker but doesn't like to drink alcohol in public

She likes to burn CDs and give them to people she sees as friends. She's surprisingly good at finding songs you might like.

Women make her nervous because she is constantly comparing herself to them

Dissociates... hard. There are times when she can't determine what is real and what is fake

[rpg-wiccareborn]

Declaración de Intenciones

¡Bienvenidos, queridos lectores!

Antes de nada, queríamos hacer una breve presentación. Este proyecto será un foro de rol RPG basado en la serie de televisión charmed (1998), y centrado en el desarrollo de los personajes de la siguiente generación. La trama además contará con influencias de american horror story: coven, y otras series, libros y leyendas de corte sobrenatural.

Llevamos ideando y trabajando en este proyecto durante un tiempo, y pronto les daremos muchos más avances.

Queríamos ser transparentes y avisar desde un principio que es nuestra primera vez creando un foro desde cero. Hemos ayudado con moderación, masterización y sistemas en otros foros y, por supuesto, hemos sido users en muchos más, pero somos administradores novatos. Ojalá que nos tengan tanta paciencia y consideración como nosotros le pondremos a esta labor.

Nuestro deseo es crear un espacio familiar, donde poder desarrollar nuestras historias con total tranquilidad. ¡A la vieja usanza! Somos un poco nostálgicos, por si no se han dado cuenta.

En nuestro foro, serán bienvenidos tanto aquellos que prefieran centrarse en sus tramas y en el rol escrito, así como los que prefieren arriesgarse con los dados y mejorar las estadísticas y poderes de su personaje. Habrá un sistema de batalla, de crecimiento y de poderes muy variado.

Tenemos muchas aventuras planeadas, y aún más ilusión. Ojalá haya gente interesada en compartir esta aventura con nosotros.

Muchas gracias por leernos. ¡Pronto tendrán noticias!

∟Att. El Staff de Wicca Reborn

[xrofahsx]

ROLES WANTED FOR AHS COVEN

Need these Coven roles filled for Group storylines on Discord! Mains already in the group Include: Cordelia Goode, Mallory, Michael Langdon, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson etc.