#but hey i do always need more rp partners

[grimm909]

Red Phone - Part 2

I ended up forgetting to include a very important fact here the first time I posted RP! It turns out that the story, in part, is inspired by a South Korean film called "The Call." I highly recommend watching it if you like horror and drama. It's even in the Netflix catalogue! I will also include this information in the first part and then in the third part.

I don't want to take too long here, so thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the comments you made! This always encourages me and makes me happy ☺️💖

Also thank you generously for your support @ryebread0605 😘

As always, english is not my native language. So I apologize if there are any errors.

Happy reading!

WARNINGS: age difference, non-con, kidnapping, horror, mental breakdown, murder, forced pregnancy

The red phone rings at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Sitting at your desk doing your college homework, you put your notebook aside and answer the phone that was on the table.

“Hello, Floyd!” You greet him happily after answering the call.

“Hey, you seem excited.” He notes your good cheer, while he himself continues to use a more relaxed and meek tone. “Did anything good happen?”

“Almost that, yes.” You momentarily remember the night you spent with Ace, but as quickly as that thought came, you immediately pushed it aside. “But also because I’m glad you called me.”

“Hey, I told you, didn't I? Would call to find out more about the future.”

“Of course, I remember.” You respond complacently and with your other free hand pull the notebook back in front of your face. “What do you want to know?”

“Hmmm…” The boy seems thoughtful on the other end of the line, faced with the infinite possibilities. “Who is the most famous player in the NBA today?”

“Do you like basketball?” You ask, pressing the keys.

“Yeep~” Floyd states in a more humorous tone, indicating that you had hit the right spot. “I also play. It’s one of my favorite hobbies.”

“Do you think about playing professionally?”

“I've already thought about that, as I've thought about many other things. But I know it’s a matter of time before it gets boring.”

“Ah, I understand what this is. I consider myself someone who is adept at several things, but can easily get bored of them and move on to something else.” You say, remembering the various things you liked to watch or play, before simply putting them aside after they became repetitive, boring or after finding something much more interesting.

“Eehh~ you read my mind.” He agrees excitedly.

“Another coincidence, then.” You play around and then go on to read information about some of today's most famous players, listening to Floyd humming happily on the other end of the line. “What else do you want to know?”

“About Jade.” He responds immediately. “What else did you find out about him?”

“In addition to what I said about him being a partner in that restaurant, there were many photos of natural landscapes. However, more specifically…”

“Mushrooms.” Floyd finishes his reasoning before you can finish it yourself. His annoyance on the other end of the line was noticeable in the tone of his voice full of disgust, as if each syllable of the word 'mushrooms' was already cursed in itself. “I thought this was just temporary"

“Let’s change the subject then.” You quickly think of an alternative, not wanting to ruin his good mood. “What kind of music do you like?”

“I like different styles, but lately I've been listening to some rock bands.”

“Cool, I like it too.” You say, and then a brilliant idea springs from your mind. “Tell me a band you like and I’ll show you a new song from them!”

"Serious? Hehehe!” Floyd seems ecstatic at the idea, laughing happily on the other end of the line. “It looks like we’re going to get along really well~”

[…]

You stayed talking to Floyd for over two hours, only hanging up when you told him you needed to study. He didn't seem happy about it, insisting that you continue talking about future events. However, you were firm in your decision and reassured him by saying that he could always call you the next day. Despite himself, the boy agreed because he couldn't force you to do anything. Floyd was just a voice from the past, after all.

The study, however, was a blatant lie. You had received a message from Ace on your digital cell phone, in which he asked you to go to a specific address to be together again. And now, with your mind a little more balanced without your hormones getting in the way of your reasoning, you weren't sure if you should do this.

A part of you felt quite dirty and a little guilty about having sex with a married man. To make matters worse, in the bed he shared with his wife for years. However, another part of you, that selfish and perverse part that existed in the darkest corner of your mind, felt terribly excited at the idea of ​​meeting Ace in secret and spending quality time with him again.

It was so wrong and exactly for this why it was so good.

Ace had given you his word of a future divorce and you clung to that as a safe haven, to try and convince yourself that this wasn't as bad as it seemed.

You still pondered for a few minutes, before responding to him with an “ok” and stating that you would meet him in an hour.

Without wasting any more time, you took a shower, put on one of your best clothes and put on makeup in a simple way with just a reddish lipstick on your lips and dark shading. Not wanting to pamper yourself too much, you knew that later your makeup would be completely smudged for not very holy reasons.

When you went downstairs, your parents obviously asked where you were going all dressed up and your answer was to say that you would meet some friends, without an exact time to arrive. Your father was even kind enough to offer you a ride, but you immediately declined the offer, saying the meeting place was nearby.

It was a lie.

After walking a few meters to trick your parents, you had to call an Uber to take you to the address. It wasn't a surprise when you realized the meeting place was at a motel.

You got out of the car and immediately saw Ace in front of the establishment, waving at him.

“Wow, you look beautiful.” He is surprised to see you, taking a long and blatant look from top to bottom, for a moment focusing on the neckline that left part of your breasts exposed, before looking back at your face.

"Thanks." You respond shyly and feel your cheeks heat up, clearly having a weakness for sincere compliments. “Can we go in soon? I don’t want someone I know to see me.” You look around worriedly, immediately wrapping your hands around Ace's arm to pull him towards the motel's glass door.

“Wow, someone is really in a hurry.” Ace mocks with a mischievous smile, still standing in the same place like a statue. He just moves to wrap arms around your body and pull her against his chest. You shiver when you feel the redhead warm breath against the sensitive skin of your ear. “Was our fuck the other day that good?” Ace whispers mischievously, his husky voice giving you awkward sensations.

However, the trigger for your face to explode red is when you feel a suggestive pinch on your ass. “Stop playing with me!” You scream, even though you weren't really angry, but rather embarrassed.

You move away from him and stamp your foot on the ground, upset by Ace's cluelessness. He was the one who should be most worried about being discovered or recognized by someone. Instead, here was Trappola, mocking your caution and messing with you to boot.

“Hahaha. Okay, okay.” He raises his hands up in surrender, but still laughing at your energetic reaction. “I promise I’ll behave.”

It was an obvious lie, but you still believe him.

Without further ado from Ace, he affectionately wraps a hand around your waist and walks with you into the establishment. The receptionist who was inside, behind a marble counter, takes a long and not at all discreet look at the two of you, visibly judging the obvious age difference. It didn't help that you looked more like a sixteen-year-old teenager than a twenty-year-old adult.

“Did you see the way that woman looked at us?” Ace asks in the middle of the room corridors after making payment and receiving the key.

“She was probably thinking about whether or not she should call the police.” You joked, giving a lighthearted laugh.

Ace snorted in annoyance at the joke, but he soon followed up his morally dubious humor with a chuckle as he looked at you.

“It’s here.” He says as he observes that the label glued to the key had the same number as the door, unlocking it and gesturing for you to do the honors of entering. “Ladies first.” Ace winks in amusement and you innocently fall for his joke, before walking through the door and feeling a second pinch on your ass.

“Ahh!” You let out a scream of surprise, but quickly composed yourself as you made an annoyed expression and turned to face Ace, who was laughing behind you like a stupid teenager. “You said you would behave.”

“Of course, but that’s outside.” He enters the room and locks the door behind him. “There’s no one else here for you to be scared of, right?” He asks in a whisper full of cynicism, as he slowly approaches you.

“Don't make fun of my face!" You scream, pretending to be angry to try and hide the embarrassment that spread across your face.

Ace was a damn smartass who wouldn't keep quiet until someone shut him up. And, apparently, you had no choice but to be that “someone.”

Going on the attack, you grab his shirt and pull him towards you, silencing him with a sudden kiss before another provocation leaves your lips. Ace seems surprised at first, but kisses back by opening his mouth and allowing both tongues to meet.

The warm kiss only lasts a few seconds before you pull away from Trappola and ask him to sit on the bed, who promptly does so with a palpable expectation of what you would do next.

Although you were shy at first, you need to swallow this feeling reluctantly to get closer to him and bend your body until you were close to the redhead's ear: “Take off your belt."

As expected, Ace did so quickly and let him fall to the ground, opening his legs in anticipation of what would happen in a few seconds. He stares at you with obvious longing, biting his lower lip as he waits patiently for you to make your next move.

Without wasting time, you kneel in front of Trappola and take your inexperienced hands to the fly of his pants. When you open it, Ace slightly lifts his hips so you can pull down his pants along with his white underwear with a heart print.

A giggle escapes your lips and you decide that you couldn't let this opportunity pass you by. “Little hearts? How cute." You scoff, feeling refreshed when you notice the blush that immediately appears on Ace's cheeks.

Revenge has never been so sweet.

You bring your mouth closer to his already half-hard cock and give Ace's glans a short lick. This one, who couldn't help but notice her pink lips as they approached the tip of his cock, the small and simple touch was able to make him let out a small sigh. He imagines beforehand, how your little mouth wrapped around his dick, would be so perfect to relieve him.

You slowly start to shelter Trappola's penis and taste it more intensely, realizing that the taste wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. A little more relaxed in light of this fact, you close your eyes and begin to make initially slow movements back and forth, only sucking half of his length. Of course you had never done that in your entire life, but at least you were aware that you shouldn't use your teeth under any circumstances. That had to be worth something.

Ace closes his eyes and subtly throws his head up when he feels that half of his member has been sheltered. And it got even better with those back and forth movements you started to make. Although slow, they were like a massage on his penis.

You looked up and enjoyed seeing him being so resigned, completely at the mercy of your whims. You also loved hearing him moan, and as much as Ace's beautiful sighs were similar to a beautiful symphony to your ears, you longed to hear more.

With that thought in mind, you used your tongue to focus on the most sensitive point, licking the glans greedily and from this action feeling a salty liquid in your mouth, which you identified as pre-cum. Your back and forth movements also became a little faster than normal, which made you get what you wanted as soon as the redhead's moans intensified.

You were doing your best not to interrupt the blowjob, but you weren't yet experienced enough to be able to breathe through your nose and suck Ace so eagerly. Inevitably, after a few seconds, you had to separate your lips from the redhead's cock to take a few sips of air.

“Don’t stop.” Ace dictates with the heavy breathing.

You quickly understand that it wasn't a request, but rather an order when he abruptly grabs your hair to bring you back towards his cock, forcing the entire length down your throat in a single thrust inside.

Poor, foolish thing you were, who mistakenly thought were in control of the situation.

You patted Ace's knee to make him let go of his head, but he wasn't paying attention, or was simply categorically ignoring you. Definitely the latter, as he starts to force his dick down your throat several times.

As you choked on his penis, Ace let moans and sighs louder than the previous ones escape your mouth, revealing the pleasure he felt in an explicit and exclusive way for you. And realizing that there was no way to get his dick out of your mouth without making him cum first, you have no choice but to try to relax your own throat so you can take him in.

Lost amidst thoughts of lust, possession and desire, Ace had nothing to complain about. The speed was incredibly perfect, frantic, and his tongue made the right movements to make him intoxicated to the point of disconnecting from the world and just moaning more and more, muffled but still loud. The redhead could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the peak, all through that inexperienced and delicious little mouth of you.

Holding his bottom lip with his teeth, Ace allows himself to melt into the mouth that he has come to love even more. Such pleasure is felt by the redhead, that he feels his vision become slightly blurred and dark, letting those fantastic spasms grace every cell of his body.

You swallow every drop of his semen, completely unwillingly. It wasn't horrible, but it was far from good. And after using your throat as a cum dump, Ace lets go of your hair and you finally free yourself from his cock, moving away from it and breathing heavily, tired after all that exercise you had done with your mouth.

“Ace, you’re an asshole.” You cursed him after normalizing your breathing, visibly upset. “Did you want to choke me with your dick?”

“Hey, I will reward you.” Ace smiles suspiciously gently, before grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into a kiss, not seeming to care about the taste of himself present in your mouth.

You feel like biting him as a form of revenge, but end up giving up because you do not want to break a contact as intimate and pleasant as that.

“Now it’s my turn.” Ace says seductively after breaking the kiss, licking his lower lip in clear provocation.

Oh, heavens, you were going to hell because of this man.

[...]

Floyd called you at two o'clock the next day, with just one more day to go until his probable death.

“Have you fixed the bike yet?” It was the first thing you said after answering the call.

“Yep~”

“You’re not going out with her tomorrow, are you?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay at home all day.” He soothes. “The only way I could end up dying in my own house is if a meteor hit it.”

“Be careful, okay?” You ask, afraid that something else might happen. “I really don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You’re so cute, worrying about someone you barely know.”

"Really? I don’t think that, I consider you a friend.” You admit it honestly.

“Eeehh, so you called yourself my friend without my consent?” The boy lets out a chuckle on the other end of the line. “Bad girl.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You speak awkwardly, the regret of your own words knocking on the door. Maybe it was too early to put a title on the relationship you had with the voice on the other end.

“Hehe, you took my joke too seriously.” Floyd comments relaxedly after noticing how worried you seemed. “I’m just kidding, kidding.”

“Phew.” A sigh of relief leaves your lips.

“Nee, nee~ what do you think will happen when the future changes?” Floyd asks, excited about the possibilities. “Do you think you’ll still be living on here?”

“Hard to say. But if your parents only moved because of the tragedy, then they will probably still be here.” You comment, not thinking much about it at first. “And me, well, in my old house or somewhere else. That's what I think at the moment, changes in the past can cause infinite possibilities in the future or even a time lapse, who knows…

“Boring~” Floyd grumbles. “You’re a nerd.”

“I’m not a nerd.” You defend yourself, outraged by the boy's derogatory comment. “I just love time travel movies. You never watched-…”

Your words die in your throat, a sudden, silent astonishment that makes you pale from one second to the next.

You finally realize that realizing an alternate future would mean never meeting Ace. Even the memories of the two of you together could be erased from his mind, as if they had never occurred. And in fact, they wouldn't happen.

From the beginning you knew that things could change and you hadn't cared so much about it, but now it was different. Maybe you didn't love he yet, but you definitely felt something for him that went beyond physical attraction, even before you had sex with Ace.

“Hey, you okay? You were suddenly quiet.” Floyd asks, his tone showing genuine concern.

“I need to hang up, sorry.”

You don't give Floyd enough time to ask why, before quickly hanging up the phone on him. You would apologize later, especially now that the boy would have all the time in the world to live a happy and comfortable life, at the expense of his memories with Ace.

Wait, were you really starting to regret possibly saving a life, just because of a passion that would predictably, one time or another, go wrong?

When you realize this, you feel even worse. It wasn't right to choose between the two, but here you were, which in the most disgusting part of your core you were rooting for, practically praying, that the next day nothing would change, even if it meant never getting any calls from your friend Floyd again.

You shake your head in denial, hating your own thoughts. It was still better to let go of his unspecified relationship with the redhead than to let someone die out of pure selfishness.

You weren't like that, you didn't want to be like that.

You drop the red phone on your desk and decide to leave the house to get some fresh air, convinced that this could clear your mind.

[...]

You were sleeping when the red phone rang at midnight.

Groggy with sleep, you struggle to get up from your warm and cozy bed, walking towards the desk where your phone rested.

you catch him, but don't answer. Possessing the knowledge that it must be that strange voice, it is your preference to not want to talk to him anymore after the incident with the doll.

“If you keep going, he’ll come get you.”

You remember the warning she gave and an unpleasant sensation rises throughout your bone marrow. You immediately decline the call and place the phone on the table again, returning to bed.

The moment your head hits the pillow, that's when that damn device resonates again. Annoyed, but also afraid, you get up again and this time open the back of the phone to remove the battery from inside, aware that this way no one else could disturb your rest or test your sanity.

You rest both objects on the surface of the desk and turn your back to go back to sleep, thus having a wonderful night's sleep without any further interruptions.

Or…

That would be the case, if the ringing of that cursed telephone hadn't resounded through the room again.

Your breath comes out ragged in sudden astonishment and your eyes widen in clear terror, remaining stagnant in place with nothing but the most genuine feeling of fear, almost as if that old device would swallow you whole if you dared to face it again.

But you have no choice.

Fearfully, you turn around, finding nothing more than the red phone itself continually beeping. Next to it, the battery that was supposed to stop it working when removed, but apparently not serving its purpose.

There were no monsters on here, but your terror doesn't calm down when you notice your bedroom window is open. And you don't remember leaving her like that.

You swallow hard and approach the window, looking through it to see if someone was snooping around your house. Luckily, finding nothing more than just the emptiness of the night.

You quickly walk away and close the window. In addition to locking it, cover the windows with the blind.

Turning your attention to the phone that continues to ring incessantly, from inside your wardrobe you take out a sweatshirt and use it to wrap the object, then storing it inside one of the desk drawers.

You go back to bed and try to ignore the muffled ringing, which persists for the rest of the night.

[...]

Floyd would die today.

Although you searched the internet for more information about his death, the time of the accident had not been specified, only the date and how it occurred. You could just wait for the boy's phone call or simply for an alternative time, in which you would end up waking up in your old house and perhaps with no memories of any of it.

Honestly, a phone call was much more desirable, despite the scare you experienced the night before because of it.

However, it is better to forget about past events and start checking your window every night before going to sleep, or you would become paranoid. In the end, a phone working even without a battery wasn't even as bizarre as the idea of ​​talking to someone from the past.

Your digital cell phone rings with a message notification and you realize it's from Ace, who once again asked you to meet him, this time at his house. You are quick to respond.

2: 14 PM And your wife?

2:14 PM Ace: She's at her parents' house with Alice. We can spend some time alone, what do you think?

14h14 PM Shouldn't you be working?

2:15 PM Ace: Day off, baby

14h15 PM It's okay then. I'll be there in thirty minutes

2:16 PM But be quick to open the door when I ring the doorbell! My parents can't see me coming into your house >.<

14h16 PM Ace: Ok

A huge smile adorns your lips and you let out small laughs of happiness, ecstatic at the idea of ​​being able to see him one last time before the weather probably changes.

But maybe you would still receive some calls from Floyd, so it would be appropriate to take the red phone with you to Ace's house. So, you do it, placing it inside a small black bag next to your digital cell phone.

You dress up in an average way so as not to arouse suspicion and then go downstairs, telling your mother that you were going to the library to study a little. Believing your lie, she just tells you to take care of yourself and releases you without any questions.

You walk through the front door, before checking to make sure your mother isn't close behind and running to the other side of the street. You ring the bell at the redhead's house, and it doesn't take him more than five seconds to open the door for you.

“I feel like I’m committing a crime.” You say in an amused tone, quickly stepping inside his house and feeling less alert the moment you hear him close the door.

“I missed you.” Ace states as he places both hands on your waist, inducing you to turn around and face him.

“It hasn’t even been that long since we were last together.” You refer to the day at the motel, involving your arms circling around Ace's neck. He leans in to press his lips to yours and you close your eyes in anticipation, receiving a gentle, loving peck. It takes a lot of your self-control not to give in when the redhead brushes his tongue against your lower lip, because you knew that he clearly already had ulterior motives in wanting to spice up that kiss. You would end up in his bed again, if you weren't more cunning than that naught guy. And although it was a really tempting idea, you didn't want all your romantic moments with him to be summed up just in sex, especially this moment, which could be your last. Therefore, you push him away by, gently pushing his chest and taking distance from his lips, looking him directly in the eyes. “Can we just watch a movie or something?”

Ace looks surprised at first, almost disappointed. But he's quick to cover it up, by softening his expression and giving you a smile so you wouldn't notice, even though it was a little late.

“Okay, fine.” Ace removes his hands from your waist, but he doesn't move away. Quite the contrary, the older man wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding your to the sofa. “It’s not like I’m just with you for the sex.”

Although in a joking tone, the comment opens a hole in your head, making you wonder if that was precisely why he was with you.

A young, childless and disciplined girl.

In the middle of a scorching desert, you were like an oasis for Ace.

No, it wasn't the time to think that. You should enjoy the time you had left with him, poking this hornet's nest inside your mind was by far a stupid idea.

You sit on the couch, snuggled up against each other. Ace reaches for the controller on the coffee table and chooses a movie that he finds interesting enough that neither of you end up falling asleep.

Little by little, as the minutes of the film go on, you come to appreciate the moment of intimacy and your worries are quickly put aside. Every now and then Ace takes a strand of your hair to curl between his fingers, and if not that, he's stroking the top of your head in a gentle, affectionate stroke.

Although the content of the film is interesting, you can't fight the sleep that creeps into your mind. The previous night's poor sleep is one of the main reasons for this, but it doesn't help being so comfortably close to Ace, with your head resting on his shoulder.

In the end, both reasons are the right recipe for you to fall asleep.

[...]

You wake up by yourself after a few hours, for a moment disoriented about where you were and whether the time had already changed, until you realize that the ceiling you were looking at was Ace house and not your old house.

You notice that you are lying on the couch, without the redhead by your side.

“Ace?” You get up from the upholstery and raise your voice to call his name. Upon his call, it doesn't take more than a few seconds for him to appear at the kitchen door. "What time is it?" You ask worried, both because you know you can't get home too late, and because the redhead's wife could arrive at any moment.

“Five-fifteen.”

“Damn, I slept for almost three hours!?” You ask in a daze and quickly pull your digital cell phone out of your bag, seeing that there were some messages from your mother and three missed calls.

“You looked pretty tired.” The redhead says as he approaches you “Studying late?”

“More or less that.” You omit the truth. He would never believe that ridiculous story about talking to someone from the past. “I’m sorry, Ace.” You say, feeling guilty for not spending enough time with him. “I would like to stay with you, but now I need to go back or my mother will kill me.”

“Okay, we can be together next time.”

I don't know if we'll have one next time.

You think, still afraid of the possibility of forgetting him.

But Ace, oblivious to your problems, removes those thoughts from your mind — albeit temporarily — by getting close enough so he can press his lips to yours. Unlike the first time, you accept him willingly when he tries to intensify the kiss.

The contact of both tongues intertwining in an intimate union is quite fervent and passionate, but it also contains a small trace of desperation on your part, aware that perhaps this would be your last kiss with him.

You pull away after a while, both because you need to breathe and because you need to leave. Ace smiles at you and gently tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, before walking away to go towards the window, checking if there was anyone on the street who might catch you leaving his house.

“All clear.” Ace warns.

At the green light, you immediately go to the door and open it, saying goodbye to Ace with a sharp pain in your chest.

You wished this wasn’t the last time.

Crossing the street and opening the door of her house, her mother and father were already waiting for her on the sofa in the living room.

It went without saying how much your mother started arguing the moment she saw you stepping foot in the house, asking why you had a cell phone when you didn't even answer a damn message. Your father also sided with her, but in a milder way, just advising you to pay more attention and not spend so much time on the street.

After listening to all the complaints that your mother had to say to you, you went up to your room and took the red phone out of your bag after locking the door, checking if there was a missed call on it too. Nothing.

You placed it on the desk and sat in the chair, deciding to wait for a call from Floyd while killing time by scrolling through your laptop.

[...]

The red phone rings at midnight.

You don't answer, knowing it's that strange male voice, rather than your friend Floyd — who hadn't yet shown any sign of life.

Maybe it was already too late to wait for a call from him. Who knows, perhaps his death was accomplished, even after all the warnings and advice given.

This makes you feel really bad, feeling not only bitter and sad about the possibility that he really died, but also guilty for having for a moment wished for that to actually happen.

The feeling of remorse covers him like a heavy blanket. Sudden tears escape your eyes and you wonder how you could have done more to help him.

Even in mourning, the stranger on the other end of the line doesn't stop, much less respect your pain.

As the seconds pass, the tinkling becomes more and more unbearable, like a macabre orchestra playing the march of the gates of hell as they open.

You grab that cursed device and answer the call.

“What the fuck do you want?” There is no trace of fear in you, other than the purest and most genuine anger. When there is no response other than a panting breath on the other end of the line, you ask in a more shouty manner. “WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT!?”

When there is still no response, you lose patience and hang up the phone. To prevent the tinkling from bothering you, you do the same process as yesterday: wrapping it in a sweatshirt and throwing it in the desk drawer.

You lay down to sleep and the tears return.

[...]

The next day, you feel as exhausted as before, as if your body hadn't gotten enough rest. However, you were fully aware that all this fatigue was not from your body, but from your own mind, shaken by Floyd's death.

You had simply convinced yourself that he would never call again, especially after waking up and realizing that you were still in the house you bought a few months ago, without any sign of change in the present.

You try to let it go, try to convince yourself that you did what you could and that Floyd probably didn't listen to you enough, leaving on his motorcycle even after all the warnings.

Apparently, blaming the victim of the tragedy herself was the only way to feel better, to not feel as helpless and guilty as she was now.

You try your best to put on a neutral expression on your face, pretending everything was fine and heading downstairs to have breakfast, even though your stomach was upset and your throat was completely blocked. You needed to pretend or your family would ask what the problem was, not wanting to be pressured with questions.

Your eyes hover over your mother and father, who were sitting near the kitchen counter. You wish them good morning and sit next to your father, half filling the glass that rested on the table with orange juice, then taking a slice of toasted bread and bringing it to your mouth, biting a piece. It's the best you could eat, without probably ending up vomiting.

You can't taste anything after the stress of these last two days, which finally came to a head last night after all that shedding of tears. You try your best to focus on the taste, but you don't taste anything other than the sweetness of the bread and the sourness of the juice. Each swallow is forced, your throat vehemently refuses each bite and it hurts.

You look at every corner of the kitchen, trying to distract yourself — from the pain and the sudden urge to cry — with anything that is remotely interesting, so that your active brain can have some daydreaming.

Don't think about Floyd. Don't think about him.

You think about him, while you argue with your own mind not to do this, so that it gets distracted by something.

Get distracted by something. Something. Think of something. Start a conversation.

His eyes continue to move, like prey looking for a way to escape its hunter. However, you were not prey, as you were just trying to escape your own tears and bitter emotions.

The guilt continued to haunt you, already rooted in you like a dark stain embedded in soul, just like that strange stain above the ceiling.

Stain… dark?

“Mom, has the ceiling always been like this?” You ask, aware that you had never noticed that before.

“That question again?” You don't understand what she means by that, as far as you knew, you had never even noticed that stain. “Yes, it has always been like this. But I keep telling your father to fix this.” She expresses obvious annoyance, staring directly at her husband. This one, who just pretends not to hear it.

“And what happened to him?” You look more closely, the stain snaked its way across the ceiling to the kitchen door as if a very large and disgusting snake had passed through there and left a trail of soot.

“I already told you that too.” She looks at you like you're an idiot asking the same thing twice in a row. And, apparently that was it, although you weren't aware that you'd ever asked those questions. “Don’t you remember that the house was falling apart when we first came to visit?” No, the house wasn't falling apart as far as you remembered. It just looked abandoned, nothing more. “The purchase was cheap because of the state, but the renovation ended up costing a lot, anyway.”

As if your body is being controlled by invisible wires, you rise from your seat and are driven purely by morbid curiosity. Your feet walk on the ground while your eyes wander through the air, following that soot snake that goes far beyond the kitchen, realizing that it also spreads to the ceiling of the living room, climbing the walls of the stairs to the bedroom hallway. It's horrible.

Regardless of how inattentive you were sometimes, your house had never been like that.

It was as if it had simply changed overnight.

Thank you for reading this far! Constructive criticism is always welcome!

I will only be back in January or February.

Bye~💖

[rpl0ver]

Hey there!

If any of you wanna start a fun rp, full of drama and all of your kinks, dm me!

But before that, let me share with you my likes and dislikes when it comes to pregnancy/birth rp!

Likes:

-multiples!!!

-overdue

-eggs

-babies (large and small)

-creatures

-animals

-large bellies, large breasts.

-orgasmic births

-all kind of fun births

-birth danial

-public birth

-birth when it’s just the partner and the carrier

-milk, breastfeeding.

-being milked.

- No available to move because the woman is so big and overdue and need help from her partner all the time.

-detailed rps

-erotic birth

-calm birth

-drama!!!!!!

-giving birth during vacation or somewhere strange

-clothing birth

-quick birth

-hyperpregnancy

-rapid pregnancy

-horror birth and pregnancy

-fantasy birth and pregnancy

-future or medieval pregnancy and birth.

-unmedical birth

-casual birth

-birth in weird and strange places

-giving birth to a lot of babies

-supportive partner

-eating a lot during pregnancy

-feeling sick

-doing kinks during births

-fpreg

-FxF, MxF

- pleasure during the birth and the pregnancy

Tbh? I like everything! I just need to think about more!

Dislikes:

-hospital birth- medicated birth

-de*th, r*pe

-violence against the carrier or the children

**** If I’m the partner, I’ll always rp a supportive and loving partner*****

Wanna rp? Dm me!

[sweetdreamprince264]

Hey there! Lemme introduce myself real quick!

//(Picture will be edited in the future, this serves as a substitute for now while I redraw Max‘s artwork)

OOC & Lore/Infodump down below (I may add stuff in the future)

//OOC - About Max (OC):

Hi, I’m @starlightcosmos04245 and I’m playing this OC, Max, as well as his older brother, Marc (@matsubusa-m), my main OC Lizzy (@ematsubusa) and Courtney aka Jördis (@kaga-ribi-612).

Max is Marc’s younger brother. He’s 10 years younger than Marc and actually Marc’s cousin. He was adopted by Marc’s parents shortly after birth.

Max is gay and married to a sailor named Shimizu Amakawa.

Max also is pretty flamboyant and open. He loves to chat and gossip about all sorts of things. That’s why he’s also known as Team Magma‘s gossip girl. He‘s also known for standing up for his fellow girls and gays if they’re in a pickle. He’s got a sharp tongue and no filter when he’s pissed.

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//OOC - About this blogs boundaries:

I, personally, am usually very open about everything. Though I have to admit I’m very shy and get nervous easily… so sorry for that. I’m happy though to be included in everything happening ^^

(I maybe disappear sometimes for some time due to mental health reasons or just stuff in my life happening. We all need breaks sometimes ^^; )

I’m okay with ic anon hate, poke fun at Max. Tease him, feed him with more tea/gossip. He will be responding accordingly. And he loves to hear gossip about what is going on in the multiverse. Also, feel free to ask him any questions. If they’re too extreme, though, I’ll ignore them (fyi). I also won’t condone any ooc hate. It’s inappropriate. This is a RP-Blog, after all. We’re all here to have some fun :)

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Alright, now we’ve reached the LORE ☀︎

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LORE

Max was born far away from Hoenn. He is Marc’s aunts son on his mothers side. But due to a mental breakdown that resulted in resentment and the abandonment of her own newborn, he was quickly given up for adoption. Since Marc’s mother wasn’t able to have more children without risk, she wasted no time and adopted her nephew. She and Marc’s father raised him as their own and Marc quickly accepted him as his little brother.

Max has always known that he isn’t like his brother or his friends. He’s always been more flamboyant, liking colourful clothes, dresses, make-up… he also always knew that he’s into boys. When asked, he says of himself that he’s sure he was born in the wrong body and should have been a woman. But aside from that, he’s very comfortable with himself and his body. Some even say he’s shameless, since he has no filter and loves to overshare.

When Max left Hoenn for some years to study abroad, he had a few boyfriends and lived an exciting life. Going to parties and/or clubs every night, doing dumb stuff, having fun… he lived his early 20s to his fullest.

After he returned to Hoenn, he joined his brothers, back then, newly reformed Team Magma as a PR-Manager and journalist. He’s no scientific man, but he knows how to speak to the masses - something that was desperately needed to restore the image of Team Magma.

He met his partner, now husband, Shimizu Amakawa, in a bar in Slateport. Shimizu is the captain of a ship there and often out on the sea. So Max stays either at the Magma Base or at his brother’s and sister-in-laws house very often, when his husband is out of the country. He’s a social butterfly and doesn’t like being alone.

He’s the type of uncle who teaches the kids stuff they shouldn’t know or gifts them things that are nerve wrecking for their parents - just to annoy his brother.

He loves his older brother though and looked up to him as a child.

Max loves rock, metal, glam-rock, a little punk and grunge and pop music (especially the old ones). He’s a big fan of Twisted Sister and ABBA. Also, he loves musicals - mostly for the drama and the fitting music (he LOVES drama)

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If you read through all this, again, thank you very much! Have fun with the little gossip girl :3

[teasemates]

just for fun, can you both try and describe what you think the other looks for/is attracted to in a partner? and then you can both reveal how right (or wrong!) the other was!

Steve: *rubs his neck, knitting his brows together in ponder* Hmm. *Looks at Billy* I think you're looking for someone who's outgoing and ready for trying new things. Someone who's spontaneous and ready to go into things with an open mind.

Billy: *laughs softly, shaking his head as Steve gives his answer* Outgoing and spontaneous, huh? *grins, raising an eyebrow at Steve* You think I’m looking for someone who’s always down for whatever, no questions asked? *shrugs* I guess you’re not completely wrong. I like a little excitement, sure. Someone who doesn’t get freaked out by taking risks.

*Billy leans back, smirking* But honestly? It’s not all about being bold and adventurous. *pauses, glancing at Steve briefly, then looking away* I think what I’m really after is someone who gets it, you know? Someone who can see past all the bravado and still stick around. *He shifts a little, rubbing the back of his neck* Someone who’s there even when things aren’t all fun and excitement. *He quickly tries to cover up the vulnerability with a grin, leaning forward* But hey, you were close. I do like someone who’s willing to try new things. *winks, amused because its way too obvious what he means*

*Billy straightens up, smirking again* Alright, my turn. *grins* I think you’re into… someone who makes you feel safe? Like, not just physically, but someone who you can count on, no matter what. *He glances at Steve, tilting his head* You like people who won’t let you down, and who also let you take the lead when you need to. *Billy leans back, crossing his arms, smirking* How’d I do? That sound about right, or am I way off base?

Steve: *frowns and turns slowly to look at Billy, mock-offended* Have you been reading my diary again? *grins, which then softens into a smile* Yeah, you're not far from the mark. *shrugs* I definitely need to be able to count on them but I think even more I need to feel that also I'm needed. Not in a 'I don't exist unless I'm needed' kind of way but so that I can feel that I matter to them too. Also honesty and not walking away the first moment something goes wrong are big things for me. *glances at Billy with a small smile* What can I say, I'm predictable like that.

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This is Billy’s and Steve’s Onlyfans RP account. Billy and Steve are “running” the account, the team behind it is Aggressiveviking & Suometar. Feel free to play into or out of the rp in any way you like, all interactions are welcome 💕💕💕

[dvilsdesire-a]

// Hey, casual reminder on a couple of things:

I will never be upset if you reblog memes, pics, headcanons, whatever from me. Tumblr is a blogging site and a reblogging site, and I encourage sharing what you enjoy. So please don't think I'll ever be upset if you reblog memes or whatever from me. As most RP blogs, my only rule when it comes to this is be kind and don't reblog a thread with another RP partner if it doesn't involve you. Everything else? Reblog for your life!

I really don't mind personal blogs following me. Seriously, if you're here to enjoy my silly shenanigans on your person blog, I think that's adorable! More so, I'm honoured and happy to know you enjoy my content enough to follow my blog on your personal one <3

Secondly, I am not mutually exclusive. I am VERY picky when it comes to my dash, and the moment I become overwhelmed, I begin to have less and less fun here. Please don't think we have to be mutuals for you to toss your muses at mine. And please don't feel offended if I can't follow (I want to interact with ALL of you! But I simply can't follow everyone, otherwise I'd never look at my dash, and I LIKE looking at my dash).

I also don't have ship exclusivity. There is plenty of Haarlep (and a little of Raph) to go around <3 Let him be the little ho that he is and flourish! It's what Haarlep does best, after all.

This blog is primarily focused on Haarlep, however, did you know that I was initially going to write Raphael BEFORE I thought of making a LepLep blog? I was just too insecure to write Raphael because I'm not poetic enough (I'm very logical brained and right to the point, you see...). So, while I do write Raphael and have gained a little more confidence over time, I do find I need to be in the right head space for my Raphael, and thus Haarlep will likely always be the face and forefront of this blog (Haarlep deserves love, too!). I do go through little spurs of really wanting to write Raphael, though, so please, by all means, feel free to send him memes and such as well, just specify so I don't automatically respond with Haarlep.

Anyway, just some little reminders! <3

[rphunter]

🦔 Hey, this is super new to me, but I'm a 30+ year old nb looking for some Sonic the Hedgehog series rp! I've always kinda been interested, but didn't want to let the cringe sea take me yet, so I refrained for so long. Now I'm looking to play as Shadow (or Sonic, depending on the person) for some Sonadow; I'm also down for making OC's with you and rping those as well! Let me get immersed in the fandom that I avoided for most of my life, haha. I rp on Discord only in third person; I can do rapid-fire script to advanced lit/novella depending on what we need, and what I'm given in return. If you require consistent replies over a certain length (I will never 1-2 sentence you, don't worry), please give me enough to work with in return beyond exposition! I'm down for the characters as they are, or human AU versions, and anything in between! Most importantly, if we don't vibe, that's fine; however, I look for partners who want to do more than just write and have no other connection to each other ooc. We don't have to be besties, but ooc talk and sharing of playlists, pinterest boards, and etc are all welcome! For this, I'd also prefer someone over the age of 21, though 25+ is even better (not completely necessary though). If you're interested, like this and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!

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[roleplayfinder]

Hey everyone, I’m looking for 18+ partners to rp Squid Game with me. This will be fxf as I’m more confident writing squid game women and I will NOT do mxf. I’m looking for ocxcc and I’m happy to double! (Again, no mxf but I’ll do fxf or mxm depending on if I think I can portray the male accurately, I aim to keep canon characters in their canon personality. I don’t mind if you want ocxcc or ccxcc.) I’m looking for someone to play either the guard 011 or player 380 for me. And don’t be shy to ask about any s1 characters either, we can always do aus where someone is alive.

I rp on discord, I’m active, l'm literate and can go to novella, and could write a lot if needed. I only rp gay ships, fxf and mxm. If you’re interested just leave a note, thanks!

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[ofandrastes]

LET'S GET REACQUAINTED ! hey rpc ! lets be honest, datv brought us all back in one way or another either you're a veteran or new, i'm sure there is stuff that has changed or we don't know each other so let's have a game about it to reintroduce each other ! repost this to do the same & tag some pals if you want !

Name / Penname: Ray for veterans, did you go by something previously ? name &/or penname: nope, always just Ray age & gender ( if comfortable sharing ): 28, female what was your first dragon age muse: Does all of them count? Ha! I guess I would say Maverick though, but he was originally a BG3 muse that I converted over for the DA setting when I started this blog up again. do you have any other darp muses / blogs: Nope, this is my first. what muses / blogs do you have outside of darp: My personal blog is @sambergcrs and tbh I am so inactive on that it's not even funny. It's my general musing & gif making blog because I've spent the last like 12 years or so doing rp groups. I only made my indie last year when BG3 came out and I was ITCHING to write in that universe!! So now I'm here, took a bit of a break over the last like 5 months because of a new job, but I'm back with my Dragon Age obsession reignited (even though I have not finished Veilguard...oops). thedas has two moons: I am unfortunately TERRIBLE at keeping track of lore so truly Bioware I feel you.

single line, para, or novella: Para/Novella. I don't mind what other people do but I am incapable of shortening replies half the time. SORRY. plotting or winging it: I am fine with both but I find I typically reply a lot faster and become more engaged in threads where we've plotted things out. Winging it with memes, starter calls and such are a great way to gauge chemistry and can serve super well as a jumping off point, though. fighting threads, you bold enough for them? They scare me truthfully but I could be down! My writing style is very...internalized as far as my characters go. I can dive into their psyches and write about why they do and feel the things they do and feel all day. So, admittedly I wouldn't say I'm super comfortable with them BUT I am more than willing to as long as we plot something out in detail & my partner is patient with me. what content warnings are on your blog?: Very few, just a general NSFW content may be present. I can always add more, but in general it's just possible smeggsual content and possible violence/gore. what things do you need tagged for your comfort?: I truly don't need anything tagged for my own purposes, but if that changes I will update my rules & let my writing partners know..

shipping preferences: single | multi | no ship | polyship. Wrote up a rule about this earlier this week! I am very versatile, happy to pair my muses up for multiple ships, but when it comes to canon characters I impose a limit. For example, I probably won't ship with more than one or two, say, Fenris' (FYI, I currently don't have any wink wink) because I find coming up with so many different dynamics between multiple portrayals a bit tiring, personally. Also, if my partners have rules I will typically follow them. But! Overall, I'm a ship fiend. Happy to discuss anything and everything. Also, would love more polyship opportunities. shipping boundaries: See above regarding canon characters, but I don't have too many hard boundaries right off the bat. Nothing generally inappropriate, obviously, or outright problematic. I'll always be open to ideas but will enforce my boundaries when they come up, and I hope others will feel comfortable to do the same.

fun facts about yourself that may have changed since in the past ten years( when inquisition dropped )-- damn I mean I graduated high school and college and then went into the working world, got married, moved a bunch, bought a house. It's certainly been a hard journey, especially the past few years or so in dealing with some of my husband's health struggled, but overall it's wild to see how much growth I've had and see how long these games have endured the test of time.

be honest, did you miss darp. come on now: I have never been a part of this community before, but I love it. I've had a great time & I can't wait to interact with more people!

challenge round! put a small top five things unrelated to dragon age ! - i have a 9 year old pitbull/corgi mix named dingo, and a 2 year old tuxedo cat named suki. i would do terrible things for them - i have a degree in television production but now i market forklifts for a living LMAO - hot rod is the greatest movie ever made - diet pepsi is superior to diet coke dont even @ me - go birds!!!!!

tagged by: @alitlantern & @onlyinthedas & i think more a while ago i am SORRY IM SLOW

tagging: you!! bc i cant keep up with who did this already and im shy!!

[thecreativeforge-a]

Edit 10/3: This blog has been officially archived. Have a good time on Tumblr! 👍

Hey everyone,

I will be archiving this blog and officially closing the last of my RP blogs on Tumblr in the next few days. It's a decision I've been contemplating on making for a while now, and I think it's time to act on it.

My personal opinions and rants below the line, if you're interested.

I will be moving back to Discord. If you have it, you can get in touch with me there to chat, RP and anything else. If not and you wish to stay in touch, you're welcome to message me and I will consider giving my handle.

Thank you for all the wonderful threads and the rare gems I came across being here. Y'all been an absolute blast! ❤️

The transition to the Tumblr RPC wasn't an easy one for me to begin with. I had to get used to a lot of new terms and rules, spoken, unspoken or otherwise. But with time, what bothered me most about Tumblr RPC is the lack of communication on this platform. It could be just my rotten luck or people just don't like me here, or this is just how it is, but people don't talk to each other on this platform.

When I write with someone, I love to talk to my partner about ourselves, about what we write, gush about things and just enjoy each other's writing and company. There is certain dedication to the story and the communication that shows. For me, it hardly ever happened here. Sure, I have people I write threads with, but we don't really talk to each other at all. I don't expect people to be connected by the hip nor do we need to become best friends to write (I myself enjoy a certain level of privacy online); RPing is a mutually cooperative hobby for me, and having some form of chemistry and communication with a partner is necessary.

This, unfortunately, didn't happen for me here. It wasn't about people being busy or not, because everyone has lives outside this platform and it's not about how fast or how often you reply or send stuff, it's just nobody talks to anyone here. And it's something that dampened my mood to write more often than not.

Again, this can be just my bad luck. Maybe I haven't found the right people to click with, or maybe people I wrote with didn't want to click with me, I don't know. But for the recent while, I had a long hard look at myself and realized how RPing on Tumblr just felt more and more like a chore and a burden with time. I became exhausted and passive, my writing felt terrible, I lost my muse more often than I had it, I didn't want to send anything because my askbox was always empty, I was coming short with ideas and initative because it was hardly ever returned, and it just... Wasn't it anymore.

I'd like to say I gave it an honest try. To be fair, it took finding a new partner on Discord to realize that maybe my expectations don't match the Tumblr platform and it really just isn't for me. The cycle was growing vicious and I knew I had to cut it short.

Overall, it's been a good learning experience. Thank you for tolerating me, and for all the wonderful threads I did get to write with some amazing writers out there. It's important to mention that there are partners out there that I had an absolutely amazing time with. I did have a blast for a while, and I won't forget it. I apologize if I ever ignored or hurt anyone.

Have a wonderful week! 😊

[certified-tatsugiri-enjoyer]

Hey all! My name's Scarlett Kelley! I'm a pokémon trainer and student in my third year at Naranja Academy in Paldea. I'm studying to become a professor so I can further research the variables that cause pokémon to change form or become shiny.

I'm a shiny hunter and give away most of the shinies I find. There's a list of available shinies under the readmore. If you'd like to adopt one of them, shoot me a DM!

I also do a little competitive battling on the side, so my team roster is constantly shifting. Feel free to ask me about any of my teammates!

I'm always down to talk any and all things pokémon, so don't hesitate to drop me an ask! Cheers~!

Original Content | Answered Asks | Pics | Reblogs

Available shinies:

tepig, eevee, curly tatsugiri x3, droopy tatsugiri x5, breloom, dedenne, psyduck x2, venomoth x2, murkrow

[all my shinies are legitimately caught, and not genned. feel free to dm me for more info.]

ooc: howdy. this blog is pretty headcanon heavy regarding pokémon variants, regional forms, sapient pokémon, and stuff like that. i'm open to rp and multiverse shenanigans but nothing high-stakes. if you want to do a bit, want to check in with me before sending an ask, or need something tw tagged, feel free to dm me. i'm more than happy to work with people on story beats and such.

magic anons are off.

pelipper mail is on for things that can reasonably be sent via mail. if you're unsure, feel free to dm me.

union room is on for low-stakes stuff. if you're unsure if something qualifies, feel free to dm me.

anyone can interact, including sapient pokémon, but please bear in mind this blog is low-stakes when sending asks.

character info: scarlett is a 20 year old trans girl who moved back to paldea from galar before starting at naranja academy. she battles with a variety of pokémon, but her main partners consist of seven tatsugiri, skeledirge, clodsire, dachsbun, slither wing, and, of course, koraidon.

she's an extrovert and loves making friends and learning new things, so expect her to be cheerful and sincere. she will discuss at length varieties of pokémon native to her universe, which is not in any way an excuse for me to make art of pokémon variants. not at all. (/j)

for full transparency, scarlett is trans but i am cis. i will not be using this character to speak over my trans friends about issues that are theirs to talk about, so if you have questions about transgender topics or activism, please do not ask me.

terfs and other transphobes will be blocked.

[roleplayhonestybox]

Just some time to whine - and no, it's not that I don't understand, I do - but I just feel so frustrated and disappointed now I could cry. So here's my totally first world problem rant: My RP partner says they have finally a long weekend due to the holiday - Thursday to Sunday - and they are looking forward to write aaaaaaall four days. They make it a really big thing and talk about it and are excited. They wanna write ALL day. EVERY day. AAALL the stuff they'll be writing. Because they can't really do asymmetrical and I always need to be around for them to write. Which is fine. I can do that. Life's rough, I understand. They are American. I am not. I'm European with a hefty time difference and a full work week. So I shovel Friday completely free - cancel all appointments - and even a chunk of my Thursday work day. I can't just take them off - I need to stuff the work I would have done on Friday and that chunk from Thursday and work it off on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Which made my days extremely long and exhausting, but I thought: hey, it's for a good cause! We're going to write like the devil. All day. Every day. Thursday comes, I rush out of work, it all starts wonderfully. We're both excited. Then a problem comes up. Family stuff. Understandable. We spend the night chatting. One things leads to another, the topic gets really dark. I try to be a good friend. I try to help. I stay up until 9am in my time zone. I really don't sleep a lot that night. Friday comes, and they're exhausted. They're tired. They sleep most of the time of the day I took off for us. So we could write, like they wanted to. Saturday comes. They said they'd be around nice and early. I'm around nice and early. They aren't. They were tired and went back to sleep (and couldn't even let me know with a short message - knowing that I was waiting). The RP drags on and I spend the day waiting and waiting - for literal hours.

Sunday comes. Same spiel. They are tired. They have kids to watch. They need a nap. They need to cook.

In the end, I got one or two replies per day for the threads I got to choose. Each day, but, yeah, with me being around for roughly 15 hours for them each day, too. There are a few more replies for the quick things they wanted to do and their favourite is something I absolutely struggled through because I wanted to make them happy, but my heart's really not in it. But I want to be a good RP partner. I want to be a good friend.

So, yes, I understand. Family and real life first. There's no lack of understanding. It's a hobby. Nobody can change how tired they are. Nobody can influence when life fucks with plans. I understand. I am not blaming them. I am not trying to be difficult. I'm not a bitch about it.

But this whole thing I worked for so hard to make it even happen turned out to be such a fucking disappointment and full of frustration that I honestly just want to cry. It just fell so flat I don't even have words for it. No word again that I cancelled everything to be with them, but maybe they don't even realise or remember, because they slept half the time.

(Also: no, I'm normally not the one to expect several replies every day. They can't RP on workdays? Fine. They need time to go through stuff? Fine. They get sick and can't write? absolutely no problem, of course. They stopped replying to so many threads in the past and I've been waiting for weeks or months sometimes, so that's not my problem here. But when we make arrangements to sit together for the sole purpose of writing all day and I clear my schedule for three and a half days - it frustrates me when I sit around and wait for hours for a single reply - just to clarify.)

So with all due respect and necessary understanding - I know they didn't choose this - I'm just so angry, too. Not at them. But that this didn't work out, at all. And I can't even show it because it would hurt them, because I know they were just exhausted and tired and it's not their fault - and I don't want that.

Goddamn, I was looking forward to this so much and I feel so hollow right now, because I spent most of these past three and a half days waiting for them... I feel like I could have done more productive things in three days that would have made me feel much better.

I need a hug...

(sorry for the rant...)

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[poinsettia89]

Looking for RP

Hey y'all. Chronic illness has been kicking my ass (as always), so I'd love to potentially write some literate RP that isn't too focused on reply length. I would love something with some well-developed characters and an interesting premise if we're thinking of something more long-term, and potentially a more permapreg/frequent birthing scenario, so likely something fantasy/sci-fi/historical. However, I'm definitely open to some short-term birthing scenes as well, which could be more slice-of-life if desired! I write carriers exclusively, and I'm looking for seeders, caretakers, or support, though the gender doesn't matter to me. I write nonbinary or female characters, who are usually switches or subs. Plenty comfortable writing more dominant characters, and I do love writing characters who are very capable leaders who have to learn to be vulnerable to accept help during pregnancy and birth as they struggle. I have plenty of scenarios to offer up, though I'm also willing to accommodate quite a bit depending on what you're looking for. Love almost any genre as well. I have an F-list that I can link in DMs. :) Looking to write some really hard births at the moment. My messages are open- please, message with more than just a hello, and please don't make me do all the planning myself. ^^

Kinks/will write (not expansive- feel free to inquire about anything in DMs)- Late pregnancy, rapid preg/permapreg, difficult labor/birth, heavy water breaking/messy birth, clothing birth, birth complications (unplanned multiples, large offspring, bad timing/situation), partner providing pleasure during tough birth, partner character potentially having preg/belly kinks, heavy lactation/draining, pregnancy struggles (overheating, exhaustion, fainting, swelling, soreness, illness, weakness, etc.), active bellies, belly noises, cravings, morning sickness, nausea, hyperemesis gravidarum, belly issues (poor digestive system, gas, aches, food poisoning, bloating, motion sickness, allergies), some stuffing/chugging, some feeding, public humiliation (public labor/birth, public sickness, etc), partner support, possessiveness, praise, worship, romance, cockwarming, bdsm/rough sex/masochism, dom/sub dynamics, risky sex, teasing, aphrodisiacs, ABO, monsters, bloodplay. Love using pregnancy and belly kink as a vehicle for vulnerability- so usually involving discomfort/struggle/some pain for the carrier. That doesn't mean it has to be exclusively bad, though- I would love to have the carrier find a genuine relationship they're happy in and have support in that, despite the difficulty of the birth and pregnancies.

Limits/will not write- Underage/ageplay content, incest, hyper, vore, unbirth, racism/transphobia used as kink, protag death, nonconsent portrayed as romance (cnc is fine, and I write very dark themes regularly- they just need to be shown as dark.)

[hex-blogs]

So we're doing this now, huh?

I don't recommend following the listed individuals because they fill me with so much joy and love that I cannot handle it. Just kidding! This is an appreciation post a-la @thefreelanceangel Buckle up, buttercups! Feels are happening below:

@sihdiel:

My person, my sister, my friend, my life-partner of whom I know I'll grow old with outside of our husbands! You've been my rock for 9 years. You've been my shoulder, you've been the words I needed to hear when the actions of others sought only to tear me down. Nine years of working together as a team, as companions, to ensure that we're both always seen, heard, and felt. I can't begin to express what you mean to me. What your influence as done for me, but more importantly, it's what your kindness has afforded me. I really am so fortunate to call you my best and closest friend. You know me more than anyone, and I trust you implicitly. I love you! ♥ --- @thefreelanceangel:

I don't have a photo of us, but I DO have a throwback to 2012 when Lux got married and made the unfortunate decision to have Othello as a bridesmaid! Let me tell you, girl. You're an amazingly bright person who treats everyone they meet with kindness and respect. Throughout the years we've been in the same RP circles, same games, and always, ALWAYS, you've greeted me like an old friend. I'm so fortunate to have someone like you in my circle. Someone who encourages, is helpful, and brings a light to my life I'm forever grateful for! I love writing with you, taking screenies, and chatting it up at all hours! You, my friend, are a keeper, and I'm thankful for you, your influence, and the delight you bring me! I love you! ♥ --- @sigridderioslainn

(tumblr compressed this image but you'll know what it is when you click it! LOL) The one and only Short King! Haaah! A fantastic companion with a mind-blowing talent for the written word! For years we've delved into amazing stories together filled with anguish, tribulations, and character development! Our character's weren't the only ones going through those developments. You and I, together and separately, have grown into stellar people. I'm so thankful that I have you in my life. Truly. Since, gosh, 2013? You've been someone I've spoken of in high regard even through ups and downs that life seemed to toss our way. The ways of which you've grown are awe-inspiring! I love reading your messages after a long day. I know it's going to be a good time when I have 20 unread messages from you detailing shenanigans your characters are getting into! From GW2, WoW, AU's, and now FFXIV---I can confidently say I've had a solid friend throughout them all! You're the best. You're amazing You're talented You're beautiful I love you, Linds! Can't wait to continue having O cause chaos just to have her justice driven inquisitor/justiciar tailing right behind!

--- @iarecereal:

Oh look, a picture with you, me, and @sihdiel! The fact that we met on Xbox360 in a Call of Duty lobby back in 2010 is WILD. What made it even more wild was you being gone for who knows who long, only to log on and say: "Hey! I moved to WA!" (Also, I'll never forget being in that 1V1 lobby, where I'm dominating and suddenly I die, out of nowhere and I see in the top left corner: 'Donovan killed Lady Lunacy'. Then your laughter when I yell: OH, YOU BITCH!' into the mic!) You've been there for me through many facets of my life. You were a key player in early House Cress lore with Caelnon, you were my 'pew-pew' pal for a while, and even were a part of my baby shower. I think of you fondly ALL THE TIME and I know life broadened the distance between us, but we always pick up where we life off. As if time and distance are just words and not facts. I love you, man. I really do, and I appreciate everything you've been a part of and will continue to be a part of in the future! ♥ --- @adoraphlox

Girl, you know I had to drop this pic of us from back in the day LMAO! Your gentleness is something I've always admired, but that doesn't discredit that fiery spirit of yours! Through the years and the 'life has a way' moments, you've been a friend, a counselor who guided me through some pretty rough times, and someone I know I can message at anytime and get a ♥ back! Writing characters not only in House Cress but other AU's with you has been a highlight of my writing 'career ' that I look back on fondly! You're a real one, through and through! I will always consider you a friend no matter how much time passes.

I love everything about you --- @lilac-memorials I wanted to post a screenshot of our Warcraft babs but I'm on my work PC so just know, that image is in my mind! Remember when we were in voice chat and we thought we were complete strangers till we discovered we were 'One Kevin Bacon Away' from one another for over a decade? "Omg I remember that!" "Omg! I remember YOU!" It was like a friendship that had always been there finally had the doors opened and we were waiting on either side to embrace one another! You, my friend, are one of the strongest individuals I know to date. You have a POWER to you that is wielded by a kind hand. Nothing can stop you, and I mean nothing. Our time together has been amazing and I can't wait for more! Writing with you, laughing with you, going through the motions with you--I'm here for all of it! You're a welcoming person. A wholesome person. You're someone who vehemently believes in right over wrong and that's exactly the type of person I want to surround myself with. Keep being you. Keep being amazing. I look up to you in more ways than one! I love you, through and through! --- @v-xv Dude--I was going to post that pic of us we took when I visited in 2013 but decided not to do us that sort of disservice! Lmaoooo I know we rarely engage in mushy feelsy things, but I think you know the positive impact you've had on me since our humble beginnings. Your talent for art and prose is widely known, but the thing I admire the most about you is your attitude. You're real. Like, you tell it how it is. You set your boundaries but that doesn't take away from your ability to be a kind person. Writing with you is an absolute joy and I love when we get the time/chance to. I know our lives have a choke-hold on us but you know I'm there for you whenever you need it, however you need it. You're hilarious! You make me laugh so fucking much, it's insane! I love the time we spend together and look forward to more of it! Thank you for being authentically you and thank you for being my friend through all these years. You're another one who, no matter what time passes, we pick up like nothing happened. I appreciate you in more ways than I could ever express! Much love, bitch! ♥ --- That's all the time I have for today! Thank you to everyone in my circle! Thank you for shaping me into the version of myself you see today. You all had a hand and I am so, SO thankful for each and every one of you. I love you all! All the love-- H E X

[hollowfaith]

pick three of your favs from the communication preferences meme <3

roleplaying habits

what’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?

so APPARENTLY according to this post you’re supposed to indicate interrupted dialogue with dashes OUTSIDE the quotation marks like what. what is this monstrosity of a grammar rule:

i’ve always been like:

“Eiden Itadori, you useless idiot—” Aurelius paused to sip his wine before nudging the other’s forehead with the tip of his shoe, “—stop blocking the sidewalk.”

sorry eiden so yeah the correct version looks so unnatural to me but now that i know this rule there’s the agony of following through because i know i’ll be more bothered otherwise aughhhh anyways

i do love breaking rules maybe i’ll resist convention. be a grammar menace like what also because be elegant or die

11. when you are writing a reply, how much ahead in the thread do you plan?

even with “plotted threads” i just write by the seat of my pants and let random tangents happen on the way to the end goal, kinda like meandering drunk down a sidewalk u get me lolol

but sometimes i get an idea for an interesting reply or reaction for my muse & how it’d affect the vibes of the thread 2-3 replies down; then i either write the Thing and see how my partner replies (because the outcome might change as we RP in real time), or pause before the reply to tell them “hey Y i think i’ll make A do this next do u think it’ll make your muse XYZ in response”

i don’t plan too far ahead or too specifically because then it’s less RP and more acting out a script u get me

20. if you are writing a wrong reply that’s not working out, do you save what you have to be continued at another date, or do you scrap it and rewrite?

sooooo i always save what i have because the cardinal rule of writing (that i follow) is that you can always use what you've written later, or for something else. (i have recycled bits of discarded replies into replies for other threads and that worked fine!)

and then leaving the reply along in drafts to go and do other other replies (or visit other muses) helps because i think it lets my subconscious stew on it until i know what i want to say. half the time it's not the words that's gotten me blocked as it is the mood/tone i want to convey in the reply. once i find the right language for it things flow much more smoothly.

also sometimes what i draft is just crap but i need to SEE the crap later with fresh eyes before i burn it all to start over (it's carthartic)

[novella-writers]

Hey everyone, I’m looking for 18+ partners to rp Squid Game with me. This will be fxf as I’m more confident writing squid game women and I will NOT do mxf. I’m looking for ocxcc and I’m happy to double! (Again, no mxf but I’ll do fxf or mxm depending on if I think I can portray the male accurately, I aim to keep canon characters in their canon personality. I don’t mind if you want ocxcc or ccxcc.) I’m looking for someone to play either the guard 011 or player 380 for me. And don’t be shy to ask about any s1 characters either, we can always do aus where someone is alive.

I rp on discord, I’m active, l'm literate and can go to novella, and could write a lot if needed. I only rp gay ships, fxf and mxm. If you’re interested just leave a note, thanks!

Like if interested!

[rphunter]

Hey everyone, I’m looking for 18+ partners to rp Squid Game with me. This will be fxf as I’m more confident writing squid game women and I will NOT do mxf. I’m looking for ocxcc and I’m happy to double! (Again, no mxf but I’ll do fxf or mxm depending on if I think I can portray the male accurately, I aim to keep canon characters in their canon personality. I don’t mind if you want ocxcc or ccxcc.) I’m looking for someone to play either the guard 011 or player 380 for me. And don’t be shy to ask about any s1 characters either, we can always do aus where someone is alive.

I rp on discord, I’m active, l'm literate and can go to novella, and could write a lot if needed. I only rp gay ships, fxf and mxm. If you’re interested just leave a note, thanks!

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