#cold war roleplay

[bell-askblog]

Liars. You all are filthy liars.

[ask-adlersshadow]

Saw the others on here and decided to join in on it..

Hello, I’m Vincent. My friends however call me Bell.

I am an Ex-KGB agent— now working with the CIA to stop Perseus.

Sorry. Can’t talk long, I’ve got a job to do after all.

—— OOC & Rules. |

• this is my first cod rp acc bare with me lol

• Based around the “Ashes to Ashes” ending so be prepared for that in the future,,,

• I’d prefer if any Adler interactions to be platonic

• I go by Icarus ooc ^-^

• Keep nsfw asks to a minimum please.

[helenpark-askblog]

hey, park. still up for those drinks?

— @ask-lazar

(ooc// POOKIE !!! you made a park blog now.... heh.... also I'm pretty sure the @ didn't work I'm gonna tweak)

Hello, Lazar. I'm suspecting that the drinks are still on me? (ooc: it worked... urghhg hthis is so bad dont blame me . blame my illness, i feel like a victorian child right now 💔💔💔💔)

[bell-askblog]

I should join you guys, it seems fun... Do invite me next time! I love snow.

I bet the one you're blaming on Mason is actually yours. Hope I could go visit Russia sometime soon.

Recent op in Russia, Mason and I had a few beers and some fun. (Mason’s is the shitty high lookin one)

Just about took me out to get ahold of some carrots, forgot about that part for a hot minute there.

@bell-askblog Join us next time? Other than a massive hangover I’d say it was pretty damn nice. Might get the stick up @ask-adler ‘s ass to budge, finally.

[catgirljaneway]

Voy + Textposts 17, Special ParisKim Showcase

(Voy + Textposts 16) + (Voy + Textposts 18)

[ask-rook]

greetings.

the people call me Rook. I suppose some of us got off on the wrong foot, so I'll get it outright and say I have no hard feelings against anyone.

I feel like this account will make things easier.

I feel the need to clarify this: I am not affiliated with Perseus, the Pantheon, nor the CIA. I am not on anyone's side.

I have my own duties to tend to. talk to you all later.

sincerely, ♜ .

if you've ever got an account that signs off with "[words], ♜.", that's me.

english is not my first language.

do whatever you want in my inbox, I don't care. this is a black ops cw/6 roleplay account, but other cod rp accounts can interact as they wish. I'm not a writer, but I can sure as hell try my best. background info not provided, you guys can figure it out. ;)

heavily inspired by @bell-askblog and the others

everything said is in character. what I say I do not mean.

[grim-has-issues]

just watched the newest wolfsjäger episode.

it’s kinda campy and i love nothing more than the cold war.

but when i tell you, i almost had heart attack when i mistranslated Weißhund to Heißhund.

i fr thought this man named his overgrown pet into the literal english translation of hot dog instead of white dog.

the joys of language learning

[misternizz]

Playing the New Twilight 2000 game

Free Leagues Publishing takes on an old classic A long time back, in 1984, board game design company GDW was also ankle deep in the roleplaying game business. They did a decent job of it, building, complex, more “realistic” games that simulated broad events in little details, and their complexity level, at least for me, was pretty high. For example, GDW created Traveller, which I’ve played…

[bell-askblog]

Are you fucking drunk, @ask-adler?

[roleplayfinder]

Hi! I'm 21+ looking for a long term partner to primarily write:

- PLATOON (1986)

- COD COLD WAR & BLACK OPS

I'm very much down for NSFW topics as comes with the IPs, and am more than happy to do oc x canon doubles as well was aus, crossovers, etc. I very much only use Discord at the moment!

Please like this and I'll message you!

.

[fuckyeah-physicists]

𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜

Meī | They/Them | 22 so partners must be 18+

~✩~ Preferred writing style: I am always looking for my partners to be literate - novella. As for pairings I write all gender pairings however I do lean a bit towards (nb)/m but I never turn down a good plot just cause of a gender pairing. When it comes to NSFW I play both subs and doms. I have a slight preference to play subs but again I dont mind much either way.

~✩~ Preferred genres: As for genres I like historical, supernatural, fantasy, ERP / Smut, horror, thriller. The list is long but those are the mains.

~✩~What am I looking for? Right now I am looking to do some ocxcc double ups mostly of my bolded fandoms in the fallowing section. I love writing these types of stories as I love both ocs and cannons and we can make our own stories in cool universes!

~✩~ Fandoms: Oppenheimer (movie) (my absolute favorite, I will always write this), Saw, Supernatrual, Marvel, Breaking Bad, Star Wars, Mandolorian, Kaleidoscope, COD Cold War / Modern Warfare 2/3

~✩~ Do’s/Dont’s & Boundaries: I am open to writing just about anything. I prefer dark stories where we torment our characters. Talking OOC is a must for me! I am one who sends Pinterest as inspo, makes playlists, even does art for our characters. Please please please be willing to interact ooc and brownie points if you like doing the same!

~✩~ About your characters: I have such diverse characters theres not just one type I have. As ive said before I prefer playing nonbinary characters however I have so many different gendered characters for many different genres.

[bell-askblog]

...Pardon me? What is "gooning"?

...

...

I want to remove my eyes, corneas, and optic nerves.

I am NOT doing that with Adler, or any other man for that fact. Or women. Or anyone.

I will take that Tylenol and pay raise.

woods x adler x bell gooning video when???

I don’t know what the fuck gooner means, but if it gets me a pay raise and some Tylenol then within the next 24 hours.

We all on the same page? @bell-askblog @ask-adler

[darth-maul-of-dathomir]

It is a pleasant night. The nighttime insects are singing at a hush, and the various creatures of the swamps are mellow in their cries.

My attempts to ingratiate myself with the nightbrothers have been relatively successful. I have come face to face with my brothers, my blood brothers that is, and have been readily accepted.

I have nothing else to report.

[r6unitedfront]

Name: Helen Park Unit: Joint Intelligence Committee Rank: Director  Helen Park entered Oxford at the age of 16 where she pursued a doctorate in international relations. After her older brother was killed in an IRA car bomb attack in London, she dropped out from the program and began studying the origins and motivations of international paramilitary organizations, eventually leading her to join the ranks of MI6. Park earned her place by proving her prowess as an expert strategist, becoming one of MI6's youngest yet most talented logistics agent. She also displayed proficiency in chemistry, biology, psychological manipulation, and is a talented hypnotist. After several years of international assignments, Park was placed on protection service for two British scientists who were set to travel to a clandestine location to collaborate with the CIA on an officially sponsored project. During the cold war she conducted many operations around the globe to tackle Communism threat, with her successes she quickly rose through the ranks of MI6. After many decades of serving in the MI6, Helen Park was appointed as the Director of the agency. In 2018 she was knighted by the Queen, getting the title of ‘Dame’ later on appointed to lead the JIC which leads it to this day. ------------------------------------------ When I saw Helen Park in CoD: Black Ops Cold War, she instantly reminded me the youth of Colonel Katherine Powell who was a character in a movie called ‘Eye in the Sky’ played by legendary actress Dame Helen Mirren. So decided to make it a thing in our universe, so here it is!

[anjelicawrites]

Do you remember when you wrote about reader fantasising about her and osferth being king and queens and taking Aemond as there war trophy? Could we get a oneshot on that??? Not like as an au but as them actually roleplaying tho

I'm so sorry this came out this late! I hope the fic makes up for the long wait!!!

NSFW and 18 + only please.

Warnings: three people acting out a dubious consent fantasy. Everyone is happy in this scenario but, if dubious consent is not your thing, please skip this one! Oral (m receiving), balls worship, handjob, collar and leash usage, captive scenario where sex is used to trap the person in a dubious consent situation.

Your husband shall arrive soon with his newest gift from the latest city his army has conquered; he's told you to prepare yourself, that this is something you've wanted for such a long time, what you deserve after your injury in battle. To tell the truth you have no idea what he's prepared for you, the excitement sits at the pit of your stomach, heavy and warm against the bodice you're wearing.

You've styled your hair and used the sweetest fragrance you own, you've put a light dusting of makeup on your face and now you're pacing the length of the tent, waiting anxiously: you hate that you can't fight by his side, protecting him from his enemies, your injuries far too serious to accompany him anywhere near the battlefield that's not your shared tent.

You'd recognize his footsteps anywhere, you sit on the edge of the cot, hands under your thigh to still their trembling.

"My sweet beloved."

Before he can say anything else, you jump into Osferth's open arms, your legs finding their rightful place around his trim hips. Deaf to his words you cover his face in kisses like am hyperactive dog, until he manages to grab your chin one handed to stop you.

"Don't you want to receive your gift?"

His voice is deep, with an undercurrent of lust that ignites your own desire, your eyes falling only now on he leash he keeps wound around his hand.

He doesn't even wait for your response, he tugs at the leather and the most beautiful man you've ever seen steps inside the tent.

He's naked, wearing only a leather collar around his long neck, a light dusting of platinum hairs adorns his chest, abdomen and pubes, his nipples darker pink and already erect. His cock is magnificent, even flaccid as it is under your gaze, his stones heavy, the skin, you imagine, is as soft as velvet. You let your eyes wander on the wall of muscles this man is, not a ounce of fat on his lithe body, a killing machine now under your power. Only when you meet his mismatched gaze you realize the importance of the gift your husband bestowed upon you.

"Is it...?"

Osferth doesn't let you finish your question, with a jerk on the collar he forces your gift to stand closer to you

"He is, the prince Aemond Targaryen."

You squeal in happiness, jumping up and down while clapping your hands like a maniac.

You've heard tales of his beauty and marring, you've never thought Osferth would fulfill the desire to have him as your own, you once told him.

Through this whole conversation he stays as still as a statue, and silent. If he's scared or embarrassed, you can't tell.

"Has he lost his tongue?" You ask, padding closer to him. "No. He's just stubborn." "Oh, I like that."

You stand close to him, your index following the hard path of muscles on his tummy and chest. His skin is so warm, warmer than Osferth's, his body hairs soft under your finger; you know he's reacting to your proximity thanks to the blossoming of goosebumps wherever your touch lands.

"He's all mine, isn't he?" You ask your husband. "To play with when I am away." He smiles, darkly, and you know you're not going to be the only one enjoying this beautiful specimen.

You're not paying enough attention and Aemond grabs your wandering hand in a painful grip, before Osferth can do anything you stop him and stare into the lonely lilac eye boring into yours.

Under the cold mask you can see so many emotions: hate, disgust, rage, and the flame of something you can't name, yet. There is contempt in his eye, and something else you're not sure he's aware of, but you are.

You know you are beautiful, you're well aware of the power your body holds over men and women. You can see his eye darting to your breasts almost spilling over the tight neckline of your corset: he hates you, if he weren't held captive he would try to kill you, yet he can't help appreciating the spectacle of your curves, and you know it, even if he doesn't.

"Let's make a deal, you and I." You say leisurely, as if his hold isn't grinding your bones. "Let me worship your body like it deserves. If you don't make a sound, you're free to go, but if you spill the smallest whine, you're mine to keep and play with."

You can hear Osferth's intake of breath and elect to ignore it. Aemond's eye is as cold as ice as he stares at you, weighting his options with a soft humming you can barely hear; in your heart you want this beautiful specimen of a man to submit to you and let you do depraved things to him, until you both break down.

"Agreed."

His voice is ice in your ears, so cold you only want to hear him beg and whine under your caresses: you deserve it, he deserves it, your beloved husband does as well.

"Osferth, let him lie on the bed, tummy up." You order. "I'm not letting go of the leash." At that Aemond simply sneers, almost choking when Osferth pulls on the leather again. "And if you try something stupid, you're dead." "He will not." You interject, free hand grabbing Osferth's. "He'll have no brain left to do anything as soon as I am done with him." "You wish, woman."

Someone else would feel put out by Aemond's contempt, you're simply excited by the prospect of breaking his controlled exterior.

Calmly you invade his personal space, making sure your clothed breasts push against the hard planes of his chest and your lips are at level with his.

"Go lie on the bed and show me how tough you are."

You have to hide the grimace of pain when he lets go of your wrist, which feels numb now: you're going to wear his marks tomorrow, the same way he's gonna wear yours.

With precise movements, Aemond lies flat on the bed, his long legs spread, soft cock laying on one muscular thigh; he stares at you, ignoring Osferth who is laying horizontally where the pillows are to keep an eye on him, his pupil expanding against his will when you remove your small clothes and he can see the hairs there. On purpose you don't remove your corset, he hasn't yet gained the privilege to look at your naked breasts, yet.

Slowly, telegraphing your movements, you kneel between his legs, noticing how his cock is stirring to life untouched: he's making it so easy for you!

He's so tense, the strong muscles of his ankles jump when lay your hands, simply caressing the prominent bones there, before slowly following up the long lines of his muscles. You can feel the trapped energy his body holds, the anxiety for what's to come that tenses his muscles into strings ready to snap at any given moment, yet you continue your gentle ministration, trying to help him relax. His cock seems to appreciate your efforts, slowly hardening and oh! He's a grower, not that his cock wasn't impressive to begin with. Your eyes dart to his face, which is still set in that stony expression he wore the moment he set foot in your tent, what he feels betrayed by the fire in his eye.

His thighs jump when your hands approach the delicious junction with his hips, his translucent hairs so soft under your palms, you'd caress him for hours, but there's his half hard cock to look after, and his heavy balls: you don't have the whole night.

You stretch one hand and Osferth already knows what to do, his tongue licks your palm and you can see the dark smile on his face: he's been at your mercy for hours, begging and crying for you, there's no way this haughty prince will beat you at this game.

Gently you cup Aemond's half hard cock, feeling the weight and the steel under the soft velvet of his skin. With a loose, slow fist, you caress him into full hardness, paying close attention to his head, red and weepy already; under you, he bites down his lip and grabs the bedding with a desperate grip: it has been so long since...

His hips jump off the bed when the tip of your devious tongue licks his base playfully, before following the vein under his erection; you're taking your time, tasting him until all you can feel is him, masculine and heady, letting the loose 'O' of your lips envelope his cock head.

Your mouth is a furnace, he has to stop himself from whining as soon as you start taking him in, moaning at his girth, his hips trying to follow your movements when one hand grabs what you can't swallow; your touch now is stronger, angling his cock to your leisure, your mouth trailing kisses up and down his shaft, teasing him with kitten licks that have his hips jump under your face, his teeth mauling his lower lip to keep silent.

The bedding rips as soon as you start mouthing his heavy balls as you jack his cock, slowly, with a tight fist, tongue following the shape of his sacks. Aemond can feel the tears spilling from his eyes, it's so hard to keep quiet when you're devouring him, sucking on his heavy stones, moaning against his body and Gods your hand! So soft and hard at the same time, torturing him so slowly, teasingly, he can feel your touch all over his body!

The more his silence lasts, the more ravenous your hunger for him becomes, the more desperate your lips on his body kiss and mouth at his soft skin as he trembles and squirms under your ministration, his control unraveling with every passing second. You're so warm against him, the vibrations of your moans travel through his body like lightning, his cock and balls hurt with every pass yet he can't get enough of you.

A scream is tore out of him when you deepthroat him and push your thumb against his stones to separate them, index finger massaging his prostate from the outside.

Whines cascade from his lips now and broken pleas for mercy when you tighten your throat around his shaft to massage him mercilessly: you're velvet around him, you burn like fire, his abused nerves tortured by you sing and scream all over his body. Desperate Aemond tries to stop his orgasm, the band in his belly so tight it hurts to breathe, broken pants and whines all he can manage as he feels the tide growing and growing, taking his sanity away, his long body squirming under you, back arching painfully, until he comes inside of you, and you suck him, ravenous, hungry for his taste.

Aemond's body lays on the bed, chest raising and falling fast, his eye unfocused on the ceiling; he whines when you hover over him to kiss him, his seed on your tongue like ambrosia, your tongue wicked against his. He is so tired now, he just wants to sleep in your arms.

"Dōna jorrāelagon, sweet love." He whines and you immediately understand that playtime is over. "I'm here, I'm here."

You hold his bigger body tight as Osferth brackets him from behind.

"Are you all right?" He asks, concerned.

You and Osferth can see how hard it is for him to switch from High Valyrian and give him time to get his gears in motion.

"So tired." He whispers. "Take this off?"

As fast as you can, you remove your corset to let him push his face against your naked breasts.

"Is it good tired or bad tired?" You can't help but ask.

Aemond hums against you, breathing your scent in.

"Good tired."

You can feel relief wash over you. You were afraid of hurting him when he proposed to act out this little fantasy of yours, you were scared of his demons, and yours, coming out and ruin everything.

"May we continue this, later?" He asks, voice muffled by your breasts. "Anything you want." Osferth answers from behind him. "You deserve a taste of your prize, as well."

Aemond can't see Osferth's eyes cross at the thought, he's asleep between your bodies, in his dreams, he's already started to play again.

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[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 73

The Witch of the Wishing Well would steal parts of people's psyches when in contact with them. The Tenth Doctor realized the Witch was a composite entity made of seven different beings. These seven beings were seven 8-year-old children from the Dark Times on Gallifrey. They had been thrown into the Untempered Schism. The time sensitive among them tried to save them by cobbling them together into this composite being, and they would take pieces of other people's psyches to make up for the pieces they lost. (Comic: The Wishing Well Witch)

The food machine has been destroyed or given away in a variety of interesting ways. On one such occasion when the food machine was taken from the TARDIS, the Fifth Doctor told Nyssa that he could easily make another. (Audio: Time Reef) This seems to explain the limitless supply of food machines to destroy.

The Rani thought there was something of a genius about the Doctor before he went astray. (Audio: Planet of the Rani)

Susan recalled that the First Doctor used to shake hands with a sense of uncertainty before he got used to the custom. (Audio: The Alchemists)

There is a genetically modified version of the Vashta Nerada called the Nerada Vashta. It travels in light instead of dark. This research was funded by the Time Lords to weaponize it for the Time War. Another avenue of research was to modify the Vashta Nerada to be able to consume Dalekanium. (Audio: Day of the Vashta Nerada)

By one account, the Doctor had never heard of the star called Sol when he ran away from Gallifrey. Susan on the other hand knew about the Earth from her spatial cartography lessons. (Audio: The Beginning)

Soon after fleeing Gallifrey, Susan came up with the name "TARDIS." The Doctor asked her how she knew that name and told her that the name already existed, but she didn't believe him, choosing instead to think that she came up with it. (Audio: The Beginning)

The War Master manipulated Alice Pritchard into psychically calling out for the Eight Doctor for help. The Master manipulated her psychic abilities to get him on the station he was in and make him easier to deal with, so to speak, as Alice was psychically draining him. (Audio: The Missing Link)

The Master wanted the Doctor because he had been exposed to the time vortex like no other being had. He wanted to use the Doctor's cells as a component for his biological weapon. His creation, the Rage, thought of the Master as Father and could absorb people. The Doctor and the Master worked together to stop the Rage, but afterwards, the Master fled and used this device he implanted into the Doctor's mind to erase his memories of the event. (Audio: Darkness and Light)

The War Master has also successfully taken the Eighth Doctor's body, leaving the Doctor in the Master's body. (Audio: The Castle of Kurnos 5 all the way to Audio: The Cognition Shift)

The Twelfth Doctor once went through a degeneration cycle after being hit with energy from a time storm. He degenerated from his eleventh to his young first body. (Audio: The Lost Magic)

Lechasseur witnessed an incarnation of the Doctor speaking with Mestizer in Gallifreyan. To do this, Mestizer sang strings of gibberish. Earlier in the story, this incarnation of the Doctor had explained away his smoking since it improved his singing voice (although he admitted he was in a body with cravings). (Novel: The Cabinet of Light)

Similarly, Adric once described Gallifreyan as being almost musical, sounding like a nursery rhyme. (Novel: Cold Fusion)

Mi'en Kalarsh, or "Blue Fire" in Old High Gallifreyan, was an ancient Gallfireyan myth and scary bedtime story that inhabited the wasteland between realities. (Audio: House of Blue Fire)

Some of the Adventures in Time and Space: The Roleplaying Game have sections where players can choose to interpret everything after Genesis of the Daleks to be shaped in part by the Time War (meaning, all televised stories, all audios, books, etc). In the Sixth Doctor Sourcebook, in the appendix (The Sixth Doctor and the Time War), it is suggested that either the Great Intelligence or the Valeyard drove the Fifth Doctor to take the actions on Androzani that led to his regeneration.

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