#go roleplay

[gentlemnpirate]

I am rewatching Good Omens before season 2 comes out and my Aziraphale muse is pining for Crowley.

If anyone happens to have a Crowley muse and wants to write with my pining little angel on discord, hit me up.

[paintedcrows]

It is imperative to me that Bill and Stan do torrid Duchess Approves roleplay and argue about character motivations

[abyssalzones]

I NEED ESTROGEN MONEY

(previous context)

[bobcat-pie]

one time in an rp server i watched someone (vocally) make an asexual character, then one rp later give up and change the character's sexuality because they "couldn't do it" (make a character without a romantic arc)

i have never thought of someone as weak-willed as them in that moment

[yudol-skorbi]

a friend

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Halloween! 🧼🥩🎃

[veryasianfailure]

Was planning on making some character pins for myself but never got around the pin making part The characters are from the Lil' Pootis series from @quazies on yt!

[soulprompts]

send " REST. " for the sender to sit beside the receiver and rest their head in the receiver's lap without explanation. (feel free to specify why in the inbox!)

alternatively, send in " LAP. " for the sender to guide the receiver down to rest their head in their lap.

[vampireposter]

meeting wyll at the grove, as someone who the tieflings trust enough to train their children, says so much about him. it's so sad that he doesn't get explored in acts 2-3 as deeply as the other companions, when his problems are equally intense. the average player probably long rests once before coming across the grove, but even if not, in that time wyll has already proven to the tieflings that they can rely on the Blade of Frontiers.

this is the immediate first thing he chooses to do after being condemned to slow death via ceremorphosis. his priority list in the first conversations with tav is: 1) hunt down a dangerous devil, 2) help zevlor with the goblins, 3) once nothing threatens the tieflings he will gladly search for a tadpole cure. wyll is perpetually his own last priority, and i wonder if it has to do with the lore about souls.

if he believes mind flayers' souls have been destroyed, and fiend warlocks will all have their souls sent to the hells after death, then becoming a mind flayer isn't the worst possible way for him to die. he would never become a mindless monster to save his own soul, but he's not gripped by horror the way that some of the other origin characters are. lae'zel has been made revoltingly impure to her people, astarion is terrified of losing the scrap of bodily autonomy he just regained, gale is guilt-ridden over the orb detonation if he dies, shadowheart has to survive to prove herself to her cult leader, and karlach has also just regained bodily autonomy and is desparate to live.

this is just another quest for the Blade, whose persona guards wyll ravengard against the vice of self-concern when he ought to be concerned for those in need.

[memesomething]

'you were asleep/unconscious/comatose' prompts

"So, you're finally awake."

"Good of you to join us."

"They don't know you're awake yet. Stay down."

"Oh my god. [Name]? Hi, [name]?"

"Get up. Now."

"I'm not leaving you here. GET UP."

"Hi. How are you feeling?"

"Sleep okay?"

"You know there are, like, actual beds here. You didn't have to take the floor."

"Relax. Nothing happened."

"Thirsty?"

"Can you hear me?"

"How'd you sleep?"

"You absolute fucking idiot."

"How could you be so stupid?"

"You were pretty out of it."

"Relax. We're safe here."

"We're not there yet. Go back to sleep."

"We're about halfway."

"You're on next watch."

"Up and at 'em. We have activity."

"You wanted me to wake you if [x], right? Well, [x]."

[seenthisepisode]

“jensen wouldn't be able to differentiate between me and cas” misha my dude jensen is not even able to differentiate between dean winchester and himself so

[tonysdumplings]

I swear if I see another "go play something else" person on my dash I will get violent because y'all are so fucking annoying, how about you get a life and stop telling people what to play, you high horse riding jobless elitists?

am I going to buy any WoTC resource? no, they can go fuck themselves. but you know there is an option of... not paying for shit? like not a single dime?

so stop hiding your annoying elitism behind being "anti-capitalist" and "anti-corporation". there are people literally sharing free resources on this hellsite. I run an entire game with none of my players owning a single official thing from WoTC, neither do I.

shut up <3

[swanlikely]

Current Brainrot: Halloween w/ Husband Nanami!

Author's Note: He's practically living in head, and yes, he's paying rent. That's just the kind of man he is. I looove him.

not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and i'll fix it!) CW: AFAB! reader, usage of she/her, fingering, role-playing, nanami in a tight doctor's costume hehe.

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Nanami isn't just a good husband; he's the absolute best. He simply can't say no to his adorable little wife, especially when she bats her pretty eyelashes and begs oh so sweetly. And that's exactly how he ended up in this delightful mess.

As October rolled in, the air turned crisp and the leaves started their colorful dance. This year, though, felt different. A playful, almost naughty energy bubbled up inside you, eager to dive into the Halloween spirit.

"Is this what you wanted, dear?" Nanami called out, leaning against the entrance of your shared bedroom. He practically filled the entire doorframe, his unbuttoned lab coat teasingly revealing his toned chest, the stethoscope draped around his neck adding a touch of forbidden allure. He was the sexiest fake doctor you've ever seen.

You couldn't help but giggle in excitement, your eyes glossing over with anticipation as you knelt at the edge of the bed. It had taken a whole week of begging and teasing to convince Nanami to indulge your fantasies. This was just the beginning.

He chuckled at your eagerness, rolling up the sleeves of his lab coat to reveal forearms that looked like they were chiseled from marble. His wedding band caught your eye, a tantalizing reminder that your husband would dive headfirst into any want of yours. You bit your lip, knowing just how lucky you were to have a man who would embrace the filthiest, most embarrassing desires just to see you smile. God, you loved him.

"Oh Doctor Nanami, I think I'm sick," you purred, your voice oozing with need. The faux groan you let out sent a jolt straight to Nanami's cock. Hearing your shared last name roll off your tongue in such a sultry tone nearly made Nanami lose control and ravish you right then and there, abandoning any pretense of the charade. You could see the struggle in his eyes as he fought to maintain his composure. "Ah, we can't be having that now, can we?" Nanami finally asked, his voice thick with barely contained lust. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose in that way that always drove you wild before stepping towards you. The sight of him towering over you, with his broad shoulders and muscled chest straining against his too-tight undershirt, made your breathing falter. Every inch of him screamed power and control, and you could feel the heat between your legs pulse. You needed him, and the way his eyes darkened as he looked down at you told you he felt the same.

Nanami took the tip of your chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting your head side to side. "Hmm," he hummed, bringing the same thumb to swipe back and forth as he glared down at you through his glasses. Your breathing started to hitch as you looked up at your husband, coming in short, needy gasps.

"I don't see anything wrong with your physical appearance," his voice a low murmur as he pushed his thumb against your bottom lip, urging you to open up. "As pretty as ever," he added as you allowed his thumb to grind against your tongue.

He pulled his thumb out of your hot mouth with a pop, before his index and middle finger replaced the appendage. His eyes instructed you to suck, and you gladly obliged, swirling your tongue around your husband's thick, long fingers. "You're right, sweetheart, it does seem like you're running a fever. Your mouth is burning up," he cooed, his voice husky. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. His fingers explored your mouth with deliberate slowness, each movement sending waves of heat to your cunt. As you continued to suck on his fingers, his other hand tracing a path down your side, making you arch into his touch.

His free hand explored the curve of your waist before gripping your hip possessively. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I think I need to take your temperature more thoroughly."

Nanami's fingers played with the hem of your already soaked panties, oh what an effect he had on you. You squirmed in anticipation, wanting to feel him, to go further. Nanami chuckled once again at how much of a needy girl he made you. "Impatient, aren't we?" he teased, his fingers lightly grazing against your clothed cunt. The fabric was drenched, clinging to your sensitive skin as he dragged his thumb over your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you shudder.

"Hypersensitive too? You must be really sick, Miss," he mumbled, raising an eyebrow as he withdrew his hand from your mouth, webs of saliva trailing between his fingers. With the hand already inspecting your cunt, he deftly pulled your soaked panties to the side and knelt down, his fawn-like eyes half-lidded as he took in the sight before him. You were delicious, dripping and messy just for him.

"K-Kento, there! Right there!" you choked out, your voice trembling with desperation as you reached for his wrist. The cool metal of his watch pressed into your palm, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment. Nanami's eyes swam with a mix of amusement as he swiftly swatted your hands away. "Ah, ah, ah," he tutted, his voice a low, seductive growl. With one hand, he pinned your wrists above your head, leaving you completely at his mercy.

"No touching, I need to make sure to take your temperature correctly," he reprimanded, pulling his fingers out. With the same hand, he delivered a sharp slap to your cunt. You winced and whimpered at the sudden combination of pleasure and pain that coursed through you. He was so mean. "And it's Doctor Nanami, remember?" he added, his tone smothered with authority and a hint of teasing.

"Sorry, Doctor... uuagh... Nanami," you panted between each slap to your cunt. Nanami's strong hand striking your swollen clit caused you to cry out, your eyes pleading and glossy, just the way he liked you. The rhythm of his hand was relentless, bullying almost.

"That's better," he breathed.

"Now, I'm going to run a few more tests on this pretty pussy, okay sweetheart?" he asks in that sweetly condescending tone. He paused all motion, patiently waiting for your reply, like he was torturing you to answer. He needed you to answer. This was part of the game. You nodded curtly, swallowing the saliva that had dribbled out of you after panting like a dog in heat. "Good girl," he groaned, making sure to accentuate and prolong the vowels.

The stethoscope that had been haphazardly draped around his neck was now in use, with the eartips firmly in place and the chest piece slowly approaching you. He looked so menacing, his muscled arms flexing under the rolled-up sleeves of his lab coat. It was absolutely intoxicating, he was intoxicating.

Nanami was about to get even meaner. As he pressed the icy metal of the chest piece against your clit; you recoiled. It was as if he could predict your every move, his other strong hand gripping the fleshy part of your hip and anchoring you firmly to the edge of the bed. "Sit still,"

Two fingers were again inserted into your slippery cunt, Nanami easing them in at a snail's pace. It was like he was searching for something. His eyes never left yours, half-lidded and tempting, drawing you through the moment without a single word.

"Why're you going so slow," you whined, bucking your hips to create more friction. Nanami's fingers continued to search the depths of your plush, slick walls, his middle and ring fingers sinking further into you with precision. The glint of his wedding band caught the light, still visible as he continued to push deeper.

"Please, I can't- oh fuck!" you yelped as he finally curled his fingers into the exact spot he was searching for. That cheeky bastard knew exactly what he was doing, and he relished every second of it. Curling against your g-spot with slow, intentional strokes made your legs tremble and threaten to close, but Nanami kept them apart, tutting at you as he glanced up from your cunt. The chest piece was still pressed against your clit, and he applied more pressure, causing a jolt to shoot through you. You weren't going to last very long, not with all the teasing he had done, and not with the myriad of sensations he was creating.

The contrast between the cold metal and his warm fingers was driving you insane. Each touch, each movement, was a calculated effort to push you closer to the edge. Every nerve in your body was on fire, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.

As if his ministrations weren't enough, he began alternating between fingers, grinding up against your g-spot with this rhythm.

Middle. Ring. Middle. Ring. Middle.

You were unraveling in your husband's hands, gripping the bedsheets beneath you as you clenched around his fingers. "Ken, c-close," was all you could manage, teetering on the edge of bliss.Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. The alternating rhythm, the pressure, the heat of his breath—all of it was too much and yet not enough. You could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, ready to snap. "Please," you whimpered, your voice barely audible. But Nanami was relentless, his fingers never faltering as he pushed you further and further towards the edge, savoring every moment of your unraveling.

"Don't worry," he started, never relenting from his movements. He was attacking your most sensitive areas, and he was so calm about it. "Just a little more, and you'll be all better, sweetheart," his breath fanning against your heat. His blonde hair was still well-kept, while you were a naughty, trembling mess below him.

You could barely think, let alone speak, as rushes of pleasure coursed through your body. Every touch, every whisper from him felt like a promise of the ecstasy to come. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire. "So beautiful when you're like this." You were completely at his mercy, and you loved every second of it.

"G-gonna cum, Ken!" you shouted, your voice rough and strained. He grinned, never ceasing his movements. He knew you were close, knew your body like the back of his hand. The way your hips jerked and your calves tensed were clear indicators. He was always such a perceptive husband.

"That's it, sweetheart, let go," he urged, adjusting the chest piece just enough to push you off the edge.

Your high hit you like a tidal wave, leaving your entire body rigid with pleasure. It was just so overwhelming, so incredibly good. Nanami was just too good to you.

As you slowly came back to yourself, it took a full five minutes to regain any sense of consciousness. Your vision was still blurry, and you could barely focus on anything around you. Every muscle felt like jelly, utterly spent from the intensity of the climax. Nanami's touch lingered on your skin, soft and loving.

"Are you alright, sweetness?" His voice was both full teasing and genuine concern. Always so kind. Oh, he didn't know just how much of an effect he had on you. You managed a slight smile, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah, just... wow," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Good, because I have more tests to run," he said with a grin.

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[memepocalypse]

Autumn / Spooky memes!

Requested by anon!

"Oh, I love it when the leaves start falling."

"I think it's going to storm."

"I love a thunderstorm."

"Look at all the colours! It's beautiful!"

"Aw, man, I always get sad when it goes cold."

"Do you want to go pick out a pumpkin?"

"Look at this tiny pumpkin!"

"We need to get a good carving pumpkin, I left it too late last year and got a really weird one."

"I'm making pumpkin soup."

"Ugh, I hate all this pumpkin spice stuff."

"Ooh, I love this pumpkin spice stuff!"

"I really want to curl up by the fire with a good book."

"Time to get my cardigans out again."

"This sort of weather deserves a golden retriever."

"Do you want some hot cocoa?"

"Nothing like the first hot chocolate of the year."

"Mmm, this is really nice. You should try some."

"I'm making apple cider!"

"How have you never had hot apple cider?!"

"This is my favourite time of year."

"Let's get the hallowe'en decorations out!"

"I'm going to buy a twelve foot skeleton this year, I don't care what anyone says."

"Did you get candy for the trick or treaters yet?"

"I bet we can see a ghost if we go out tonight."

"Wait, wait, I'm gonna put on a bedsheet and scare these kids."

"I hate hallowe'en."

"I love hallowe'en."

"I'm going to eat so much candy tonight."

"Are you taking the kids trick or treating?"

"It's the first time taking the kids trick or treating! They've been so excited."

[peachuuuux]

+ without the lighting and not dead eyes

Whitepine.

I'd like to thank chinese artist fkr giving me the motivation to finish 🔥🔥

reblogs are appreciated here ‼️‼️

[red-might-be-dead]

jrwi the suckening literally has all un-shippable pcs (being two brothers and their weird father figure guy) but im convinced the only reason they did that is so they could all have their weird little gay romance roleplay with charlie slimecicle