#looking for cold front rp

[just-for-rp]

Looking for a cold front rp!!

Au: Normal, Genderbent, and Swapped Au

Ship if any: Winnie x Augustine

characters involved: Augustine and Winne

Plot: Basically the same plot from the game but with some added stuff and maybe a aftermath? For the swapped au tho, i dont think itd be much diffrent. If you want it diffrent tho then i can think of something! Rp starts when their in the car!

Who id wanna be: i dont mind who i am!

This roleplay will contain: Spoilers for cold front, Slight gore, Wendigos i think, burning something alive, and hallucinations of someone

Extra: sorry i haven't made a post in a while- also i do any pov's so let me know what your comfortable with!

Picture's:

( ART CREDITS: ddesmondz for the 1st one and the last two were by racheldrawsthis. Both on x )

[justassorted]

Ithadel listened silently to the interplay, dark eyes watchful and brow creased into a faint, concerned frown.  

He resisted the urge to point out that exposure to cold weather didn’t cause colds, at least not in that way; resisted, too, the urge to reach out and press the back of his fingers to Tesni’s forehead. She did sound faintly hoarse, now. If he were in his true form, even his dysfunctional excuse for life-sense would make the gesture more useful to him than to any human. 

But it would be inappropriate in these circumstances, useless with his human guise active, and a pointless exercise in any case. Whether Tesni were just tired or truly ill, rest and warmth were the best things for her. 

As for her living situation…  Meredith’s concern was catching, particularly with Tesni’s clear tension and unease. But if Tesni’s parents were as absentee as it sounded like they might be, then once again it wasn’t anything that could be resolved immediately. Tesni was safe tonight, among people who clearly cared for her. Ithadel resolved to keep an eye out as well as he could, both on her health tonight and for signs of trouble in the future, but… for now, there wasn’t much else to be done.

Ithadel drew a breath and straightened as Meredith addressed him. “Ah. That… yes. Thank you. I’m – sorry to intrude, but… I’m grateful for your hospitality. There’s nothing to apologize for.” He noted with faint surprise that she was right. Even his cotton jeans were dry. He kept losing time, and it seemed to be adding up more quickly than he’d realized.  

Changing could wait, though, even if he was already missing the warmth of the blanket he’d discarded. If he was lucky, the pins and needles plaguing his arm might die down with a bit more time. With a final searching glance at Tesni, Ithadel finally stepped away and made his way to the table.

It was a relief to sit again. He set aside the tea, selected a tuna sandwich, and tore off a piece of crust to nibble on in the hopes that starting slow would convince his stomach that eating was an acceptable proposition after all. 

“I can only imagine the work a storm adds.” He nodded briefly towards the ceiling. “Is the beacon a flame, then? Or does it have its own generator?” One way or another, it was surely designed to weather storms, and as far as he could remember Meredith hadn’t rushed off to tend it when the power had failed.

It was a kind question, and Tesni couldn’t dodge it entirely. She blinked the bleariness from her vision and offered Ithadel a soft smile. “Tired.” An honest answer, even if it wasn’t the whole truth. Her mouth had gone dry, her throat scratchy, and soreness had threaded itself through her muscles. A cold hollowness ached in her stomach as well.

Her tiredness consumed most of her attention, though, which could prove troublesome since she needed to stay awake long enough to sneak back to the sea once everyone else had drifted off to sleep. She couldn’t afford to fall asleep herself.

Meredith, who couldn’t help overhearing, frowned in concern and rested a half-eaten jam sandwich back on her plate. “Hope you didn’t catch a cold from being out in that nasty storm. I could make you some soup instead, or a fresh mug of tea, or…?” Her voice trailed off as Tesni shook her head. The lightkeeper faltered before she went on, more tentative. “Your, ah, parents… are they home? Or… traveling again?”

This was an excuse Tesni had given the last time Meredith had asked about her parents’ whereabouts. It still weighed heavily in the selkie’s throat. She swallowed and nodded. “Traveling again.”

Meredith hummed, her brow creased. “Ah, alright. Just… didn’t want them to worry.” She glanced at Megan, as though trying to communicate something unspoken, but Megan was absorbed in tracing her finger along a pattern in the countertop as she chewed another bite of sandwich. Meredith sighed and focused on Tesni again. “You can sleep in Megan’s room tonight, upstairs. We’ve got another mattress and blankets. And you can borrow some clothes from me for pajamas while I clean the blood from your lovely dress. Megan can fetch those for you as well when she brings you upstairs.”

Tesni tensed instantly. Deep-rooted instincts begged the selkie to refuse, to hold onto her dress as though it were her life itself (it was, in a way). The stains didn’t bother her; they didn’t need cleaning. The blood would wash away as soon as she returned to the sea and the dress melted back into seal skin.

But… Tesni knew Meredith meant no harm. She was being kind. If Tesni refused her offer, it would seem ungrateful, and it might confuse the Cadigans, and she might lose their trust. And if she waited any longer to reply, they might question her, and—

“Okay,” murmured Tesni.

Meredith smiled. “Hopefully you’ll be feeling right as rain by tomorrow.” Turning to Ithadel, she continued. “For you, we’ve got a spare bedroom over there.” She nodded toward a closed door in the hearth room. “We keep spare clothing on hand for anyone who needs it. There’s some in the drawers in there that might fit you, if you’d like. Your clothing ought to be dry now, but it might still feel nice to get something a bit warmer on.” Her smile turned apologetic. “Sorry I didn’t offer sooner. Always get a bit mixed up in storms. So much work to be done, you know.”

[sleep-drunk-kitten]

pairing: Sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, established relationship

content warnings: emotional neglect, some swearing, hoon is kinda a workaholic ig?, I don't think there's anything that really needs warnings other than this is sad but lmk if I miss anything!

summary: your boyfriend comes home late after promising to be home on time for once, only to find that you're nowhere in sight...

notes: this is another one that I'm not sure how to feel about ;-; but I hope you guys enjoy it TwT fun fact, the whole thing was inspired by an rp that I did with an ai where the robot somehow managed to call me by another person's name while cuddling XD

I'm making a general taglist for my fics so if anyone would like to be added please either send an ask or a DM ^w^

Everything below the cut is NOT proofread

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  The white noise of your favorite movie buzzes through your living room, conversation and dialogue that you’d learned by heart filling the cold space with a false sense of familiarity. You sit cross-legged with your back pressed into the arm of the L-shaped couch in front of the tv, resting your chin on a plushie held close to your chest, looking not at the flickering screen to your right, but at the clock hanging in your kitchen–the only room in the house with the lights on. 

  9:17 pm, it reads. Roughly three hours and seventeen minutes since your boyfriend would typically get home from work. 

  Three hours and seventeen minutes since you’d been waiting on a barstool by the kitchen island where you both usually took your meals. 

  A tiramisu cake and a bouquet of flowers laid out in front of you. 

  Waiting.

  Waiting.

  So much waiting. 

  After an hour or so, you’d gently slid the cake back into its box, distracting yourself with the task of putting the flowers into a vase before they could wilt. 

  ‘He’s late again,’ you think sleepily, eyes struggling to stay focused on the clock, ’he promised he wouldn’t be tonight.’

  Your vision blurs as the long hand hits 12, eyelids too heavy to keep open, mind wandering to the conversation you’d shared with Sunghoon that morning. 

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  “What time will you be home from work today?” you asked sleepily, sitting up in your nest of blankets, having woken up to find that he was already in the process of pulling his socks on, careful not to wake you. 

  “I don’t know, Love, you know how crazy things have been with this update, I might be late again,” he said absently, looking around for his glasses. “Where the fuck did I put them?”

  He runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, leg bouncing in agitation. It made your heart ache slightly in your chest, disappointment, guilt, and worry mixing confusedly in your stomach. 

  You loved Sunghoon, more than almost anything else in your life, he was the man you’d chosen as your partner, who you’d decided to stand by through thick and thin. But ever since the game company he worked for had started work on a new update, you’d been seeing less and less of him. Always coming home late, tired and stressed, mind wandering and absent even when he was sitting right in front of you. You understood, you really did. Between the two of you he was the one with the bigger income, the burden of taking care of you, of making sure that the two of you could build a future together, was on his shoulders. And it was a responsibility that he did not take lightly. 

  But still. 

  In moments like that, where you slid off your bed to fetch his glasses off the nightstand–blanket wrapped securely round your shoulders to fend off the cold that permeated your apartment since the heating had started to malfunction–moving round the bed to stand in front of him… you couldn’t help but feel like he was breaking your heart. Just a little. 

  It was in the way he only met your eyes briefly when he took them from you before standing and gathering the rest of his things, sighing in what could’ve been frustration or relief, it was hard to tell. 

  It was the way he didn’t stop the flow of movement steadily taking him away from you and towards the office till you called his name twice, stopping in his tracks and fixing you with a look that, though probably unintentional, made you want to bury yourself under your mountain of plushies and hide. 

  “I’m going to be late, (y/n), what is it?”

  You winced. You couldn’t help it. Unaccustomed to hearing him say your name with so little emotion. “Just… could you come back on time tonight?” your voice is barely more than a whisper, tapering off into silence the longer you force your eyes to meet his. “Unless you can’t of course! I’m not saying you have to do anything, I understand that you’re busy and you can’t really dictate when or how things get done but just that it would be nice if you could be home on time tonight since-”

  “Okay.”

  “Huh?” 

  “I’ll make it home on time tonight.” 

  His voice was softer than it had been a moment ago, giving you the courage you needed to meet his eyes. They were still heavy with worry, brows drawn together to dig a permanent crease into the middle of his forehead, but they weren’t quite as cold or distant. He was looking at you, really looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever. 

  It wasn’t much, you knew that. But it was still enough to ease the knot building in your throat. Enough to bring a small smile to your face as you nodded. “Mnm! Okay, I’ll see you tonight then.”

   “Mnm, alright,” he said, a small, slightly strained smile coming to rest on his own lips.

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  The apartment was almost completely dark when the lock to the front door chimed, alerting the darkness that someone had arrived. The figure that stepped through was slumped over, backpack sliding off one shoulder with his jacket, shoes abandoned haphazardly. 

  It took a moment for Sunghoon’s mind to catch up to his body, for it to fully sink into his bones that he was home. That he was home and it was nearly 11 pm. Home and the tv and kitchen light were both on, white letters onscreen asking the room if anyone was still watching Netflix. 

  Something in the kitchen caught his eye, a handmade vase his sister had given you for your birthday set out on the kitchen island, filled to the brim with pink, white, and purple flowers he did not recognise. 

  ’Oh’

  It was his birthday. 

  That’s why you’d asked him to come home on time. 

  Sunghoon groaned, face twisting with what could only be described as pain as he quickly set his bag down by the front door and made his way to your shared bedroom. You were usually asleep by this time, unable to pull all-nighters the way you used to back when you were in high school, always out like a light by no later than 10:30 every night. 

  ’But she still stays up every night waiting for you,’ a voice in his head hisses.

  ’I know… fuck I know she does,’ his own voice replies, panic setting in when he finds your room empty, the bed neatly made, not even a dent to show that you’d been laying in it while working on your laptop during the day. 

  ’She’s not here… are you surprised? How long did you expect her to wait?’ the voice whispers, a chill cascading down his spine.

  The panic sets in with more vigor, wrapping round his throat and sending his tired mind into overdrive as he checks the bathroom, your home office, and finally the dark living room. Fear telling him that this was it. 

  He’d really gone and done it now. 

  He wasn’t a complete fool. He knew the moment you stood in the middle of your bedroom floor instead of closing the distance between you and wrapping your arms around his waist, choosing instead to clutch your favorite duvet like a lifeline, wincing when you heard his voice, all because you wanted to ask him to come home… he knew right then that he’d been an absolute idiot. 

  He’d meant to come home early, to be there to make it up to you, to apologise properly, tell you that he’d take some time off as soon as the update was done and dusted. 

  But he didn’t. He let work sweep him up again. Drowning in error messages and buggy code till the sky outside his office windows was filled with the flickering lights of the city at night. 

  And now… now you weren’t there. 

  He’d left you alone. 

  He’d left you alone too long and you were gone. 

  You were gone. 

  You were gone and-

  ’Oh.’

  There you were. 

  The relief when Sunghoon sees you–curled up on the couch, partially hidden by a small pile of blankets and stuffed animals–is immediate.

  He doesn’t really register the way he sighs your name, shoulders relaxing, body melting into the floor the moment he’s in front of you, hand brushing a few messy strands of hair out of your face. The need to feel the warmth of your skin, to confirm that you really are there in front of him more an instinct than a conscious decision. 

  You mumble something in your sleep, tilting your face away from his cold fingertips, eyes fluttering open. “Hoon… hi baby… welcome home,” you say tiredly, shifting under your blankets in an attempt to pull yourself up. 

  Sunghoon feels his heart crack in his chest. Why were you smiling at him? You should've been angry. You should've pushed him away, demanded to know why he was back so late, why he'd been neglecting you in the first place. 

  “Baby? My love… why are you crying?” you ask, reaching for him through the haze of sleep still clinging to your limbs. 

  Choking back a sob, he leans closer, tucking his head under your chin and doing his best to wrap an arm around you from his place on the carpeted floor. “Nothing,” he says, shaking his head, though the tears soaking into your sternum say otherwise, “just missed you…”

  Your vision blurs at his words, a thread of steadily building tension and worry that had been constricting your heart for the past few weeks snapping. “Oh…” your voice shakes slightly, lungs shuddering as your breaths begin to feel lighter, “I’m right here you goose, what’re you crying for?” 

  “Who says I’m crying,” he says, hoarse with tears. 

  “Right right,” you laugh despite the dampness now soaking through your own cheeks, “because my baby never cries, huh?” 

  “Never,” he sniffles, nuzzling closer.

  You stay like that for a while, eventually urging him to sit more comfortably on the couch, allowing you to settle yourself on his lap, his arms still wrapped firmly round your waist, hands occasionally kneading whatever part of you he was in contact with as if he needed to assure himself that you were there, solid and real. 

  He waits until he feels your heartbeat slow to a steady rhythm, trying his best to calm down so his own can match yours, beat for beat. The way it–in his opinion–should. 

  But it wouldn’t, there were words lodged in his throat, and every time he tried to get them out he felt that same panic wash over him, sending his heart into a frenzy. 

  You could feel like beating against your cheek, could sense that there was something he wasn’t saying from the way his grip on you would tighten almost imperceptibly, stiffening as if he was bracing himself for something. A part of you wanted to push him, prompt him and ask what was going through his head, why you’d woken up to the sight of him crying in the dim light of your living room. And you would’ve if he hadn’t beat you to it. 

  “I’m sorry, (y/n).”

  “What do you mean? For being late? I know you can’t help it, Hoon, it’s not some-”

  “No! I mean yes, I’m sorry for being late tonight but… I mean… I mean for everything… for not being… here, with you, like this… as often as I should be, I’m sorry,” he says, the hands at your sides nervously fidgeting with the fabric at your hips, nervously looking between your face and the static tv screen behind you. 

  Sunghoon had never been good with words. You’d learned early on in your relationship that he preferred to show how he felt through his actions. Yet here he was, fumbling through an apology because… because… 

  “My love… did you think I’d left?” you ask, gently cupping his face with one hand, urging him to look at you. 

  Puffy red eyes still wet with tears, messy unkempt hair from running his hands through it all day, tired and probably as emotionally spent as you’d ever seen him and still… still he was the most beautiful person in the world to you. He nodded, hiding his face in your chest again, hands stilling. 

  “Well,” you sigh, resting your chin on top of his head and running a hand through the hair at the back of his head, combing through it in a way he swears only you can, “at least you know you’ve got things you need to make up for…”

  “I know… I forgot for a while… but I know…”

  “That’s okay then,” you breathe, leaning back to kiss his forehead. “But Sunghoon… baby… darling… the love of my life… my little pookie bear… “ you both giggle a little at the pet names, “You know I’d never leave you over something like this right? I was sad, and hurt, and I still expect you to make it up to me by never doing this again but… I still love you, it only hurts because I love you… I’m not going anywhere.”

  Sunghoon pauses for a moment, letting your words sink in. You think that when he looks up, lips slightly parted, it’s to say something in response, but you really should’ve known better. 

  Slowly, giving you enough time to pull away should you choose to, his breath mingling with yours before he steals it away with a soft, lingering kiss. Neither of you is in any rush to take things further. 

  It feels like a small eternity before he pulls away, like time stills for you both, but then he’s pressing his lips to your jaw, butterfly kisses tickling you down to your pulse point, making you giggle so you almost miss it when he says, “I love you too… so much…” 

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  It isn’t until the next day when you’re shuffling into your home office dressed in one of his oversized jerseys, complaining about a meeting that he remembers the flowers he’d seen on the kitchen island.

  Pulling out his phone, he makes good use of his detective skills (and google lens), remembering all the times you’d spoken to him about the language of flowers, and the meanings behind certain blooms. 

  He wasn’t quite sure whether to laugh or cry once he’d figured it out, opting to dig through the cabinets for a pack of waffle mix to fix you some breakfast instead. He had a lot of apologies to make…

Baby’s Breath: pure everlasting love

Pink Camellias: longing for you

Forget-me-nots: true love memories, do not forget me

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Alternate story Journey to the west 2: Demon strikes back in "Beauty and the Monkey King"

Long ago in a Distant Land, A land With mountains and barrens where no Birds nor creature was stirring except the sound of the galloping Hooves of the Mighty Kirin who wore a Golden Saddles and armor with Jewels on it.. and The Rider is None other Than Princess Saphira lorraina Fox Of Sakutopia and She is On the Journey to the west to Seek the beautiful Oracle herself. The reason why She heads to west is because It's been 5 Months since the Engagement is Called Off On Prince Daniel Jamerson Rooster after He was Caught cheating on saphira with another woman and being expose right in front of everyone including the Jade emperor himself, not only that She grieves on her dead daughter whom he Killed her beloved daughter in cold blood after she was born and made her passed away by abusing saphira when the daughter is in her womb.. Now Saphira made a Vow to Go to the Oracle to Seek out the husband whom he will be worthy for her hand in marriage.. Then at the 5 finger mountain, She hears someone calling for help.. She looked down and saw a Poor old man who's hair is not even grown on the top of his head.. She asked if he's alright and all, then he told her that he's alright. So she Comes down and asked Him who he is and then he answers that he is named "Sun wukong" known as the monkey king but saphira didn't believe him and neither is Saphira's Pet Marmoset companion Name "Mochi", She and Mochi Thought this man was crazy until when she got out of there..Mochi pointed at the lotus, She is amazed and thought she'll pick the lotus and put it on her beloved daughters urns..when she picked the lotus, it began to burn the lotus as she screams..and everything is on fire..as Mochi shrieks and chitters and began to hide in the kimono, She turns and hears the laughing as she began to ask him if he's alright but suddenly the fireball shoots up from the cave as she looked up as it landed right in front of her to reveal Himself, Lo and behold Sun wukong in the flesh as her eyes widen with shocked and in awe, Then he grabbed her by the Kimono and throws her to the air as she fell, he caught her Right on time and saphira was Suprised and before he said anything, 3 demon hunters appears and try to catch him but they were defeated by Sun wukong himself and then he told her this,

"Since you Free Me Princess, I shall make you my queen as an appreciation." But his moment is interrupted by a Monk Name "Master Tang" known as Golden Cicada.. During the battles, Saphira Saw Buddha putting his one hand down on sun wukong. She close her eyes and then Everything went black Until 2 hours later She awaken and looked around, No monkey king, No master tang, Nothing but a rock barren and shattered Mountains. She could've Swore it was just a dream or so, As the Time went by During her Journey and She began to put her white Cloak along with a celestial Fox mask Hidden her beautiful Face when She enters the Carnival and saw the Familiar face, She realized it was the Same Monk That Fought Sun wukong with his Buddha's palm.. When Master Tang Sees the mystery Fox masked woman he asked to pay to see the Shows.. She nodded and Brings out a Best Chest of Gold and silvers as well and She said, "We Meet Again Master Tang, It's been awhile since we last Encounter." Master Tang was Shocked to see the princess again and seeing Her marmoset companion looked at him and tilted her head..and Then Master Tang said that it was a pleasure to meet a princess in person and he told that it's showtime, he introduce her With Pigsy as Pigsy saw her and began to asked who she is and whats behind the mask, She sees him as a man but behind his disguise he is a Pig, Then He introduce him with Sandy The fish man.. Saphira is amazed by him with his freaky ways, then The Monk began to say "And Finally His excellency the-" Then Saphira cut off, " The Handsome Monkey king Himself, we meet at last.~" She said with a giggles..as people was angered because they thought the travelers are Fakes and all, Master tang Begged the monkey king to Perform as Saphira was right under his branch but then he Sluggishly got off from the branch and he Landed on her and his face on her Big Milky breast as she gasp and her face turns red, She takes a look to see if he's really a monkey king and saw a Golden crown on him. She is convinced that he is.. Then She said, "Oh great Sage Equal to Heaven, Please Show Us the Skills. Show everyone Who you and your brothers really are." Then He began to gets up and then did the good tricks alright but it cause alot of damages..and Then Master Tang Said with an Apoligentic face…

[lookinghalfacorpse]

human bodies and the many ways that they're weird. a guide by technoblade.

/dsmp /rp

dream and philza have flat faces, and little noses that don't connect to their upper lip at all. they have round, stunted ears on the sides of their heads, and teeth that are barely sharper than a deer's. they're omnivores, like we are, but we're much better at bitin' than them. they have no tusks and no claws. they look a bit like furless piglets, but they're kinda alien-lookin', too. their feet are flat and skinny.

dream and philza have thin, pink lips. they're plush and warm, and more expressive than piglin lips. phil chews his when he's focusing, and dream's will twitch when he's annoyed. humans see something romantic about lips. they use them to kiss, and even touching them with your hands is seen as intimate. they'll touch their lips to my snout or my hands or my forehead, and i know it's a big deal to them.

dream and philza are upright, bipedal, and have musculature like a piglin, but they're small and hairless. mostly. dream has a mop of course fur (he calls it hair) on his head, and phil's is straight, golden, and silky. there are little tufts of fur above their eyes, too, and on some other spots across their bodies. a light covering on the legs. between their size and their nakedness, they're always pretty cold. i used to ask phil all the time if he wanted to move to a warmer climate, but he never did. he doesn't mind wearing layers. they both feel safer in layers, i think. that's my running theory, anyway. if i were that small, i'd probably like it, too.

dream and philza have long, elegant eyelashes. piglins like those, too. pretty common sign of beauty in most species, i think. human eyes have a broad color range, and theirs are particularly bright. phil's eyes are icy, haunting blue. dream's are a deep, wild green. i've never seen colors like that before coming to the overworld. the sky, the sea, the forest.

dream and philza are way too small, way too delicate. i'll cup dream's face in my hand and know i could break his jaw if i squeeze too hard. i'll rub phil's sore shoulder and sometimes just hurt him more. they'll crawl on me when i'm in bed and they weigh less than some of the dogs, and if a limb gets caught under me when i roll over, they'll yelp.

there's a spot at the base of dream's neck that, if i nibble at it with my front teeth, he'll squirm and push against me and make all sorts of cute sounds. most of phil's feathers are sensitive, but you can be rough with the soft ones near the base of his wings, and his eyes will flutter closed. they both like when i run my fingers through their fur hair.

i imagine fairies are a bit like this, honestly. recognizably beautiful, but tiny and a little... off. bright and vivid; a creation of this colorful world they're from. two little fairyfolk who decided to love a beast like me.

[guardianlegends64]

[Closed RP] “ Frost Man Meets a Loving Goddess”

In the nice Cold and Snowy night of December…a man Who Has Been walking by himself for Years to place to place just walking without knowing what will happen to him because no one can see and even touch or hear him he had the power of Snow and Cold and frost but he had never known why he had the ability and power to have as he could not remember what had happened to him when he had the power and ability to wield Frost and snow…

he was lonely and while it was snowing snowflakes but whenever he sees or notices children Playing in the snow he is always Happy as he sometimes plays with the kids and even throws Special Snowballs to kids who doesn’t care those around them…

But then the snowballs gives them the happiness that would help them know how to have fun with those around and make friends…

and then by the end of all the snowball fights, and Snowboarding and making snow Angels and even snowmen… He tries to Talk to them saying “ Hey That was Really Awesome! …Hey Wait A Minute That was Me! Wait Hold up I….” But then they could not see or hear him when he tries to talk to them they go right through him and he becomes in heavy shock as he sometimes Forgets why…

..as He then Starts continuing his Walking as he Wears a White Hoodie and his Hair is Black and his eyes are Cyan Blue as his height was [7”8] and he was 29 years old…. As he continues to walk down the icy road to another Place… To a New Location…

As He Walks to this New Location and wherever he goes it always starts to snow snowflakes…

but he doesn’t mind the snow as he can’t really feel Temperature and he doesn’t Eat either….as he has head down and wearing his Hoodie as he is very Saddened and Very lonely…

until he sees some shoes in front of him… As he says “Hm? What the..?” As he looks up and sees someone that he never believed was real or has even seen before… And then that someone Spoke….

[latoyalestrange]

dessert fairy

s. sallow x f!reader

lil drabble inspired by talkiing with @ask-sebastian. ps i'm literally falling in love with this rp acct. he's too smooth i swear.

summary: in which sirona takes things into her own hands when she's tired of watching you and sebastian dance around your feelings for one another.

words: 1kish

warnings: 7th year mc and seb, pining, awkwardness, fluff, not edited! literally the tiniest bit of angst/ hurt and comfort. mention of professor fig :(

every year on the day the hogwarts students returned, hogsmeade held a little fair with music, various pop-up shops, and of course dancing in the square to celebrate. it went without saying that you and sebastian would be attending together as you had the previous year. you weren't sure if it was a good sign or not.

see, you and sebastian were stuck in a waiting game. he would walk you to your classes, insistent on holding your books, offer his scarf when you were cold, let you copy his homework, and would stand up for you anytime students teased you. but that's what any good friend would do, right? you were both painfully oblivious to the other's advances, and therefore you stayed in a limbo of casual flirting that never led to anything.

you pondered this as you stood in the courtyard facing the hamlet, your back to the entrance of the school. you were waiting for him to join you after dinner to head to hogsmeade for a night filled with fun. well, as much fun as you could possibly have with the person you're not-so-secretly pining after. you fidgeted with your hands, looking down at them awkwardly. you were unaware of the slytherin boy as he snuck up behind you, taking silent steps as he approached. his hands pinching your sides shook you out of your trance and you instinctively gasped, ready to scream and run from whatever spooked you.

"sebastian!" you exclaimed, rolling your eyes and clutching your chest as you saw him. he chuckled, letting his hands ghost over your hips as he stood in front of you.

"sorry, it was too perfect of an opportunity to pass up." once you caught you breath, you found yourself blushing as you looked up at his tall form that practically towered over you now after his most recent growth spurt. his cinnamon eyes were still as rich and romantic as ever. "shall we?" you glanced down to see his arm that he held out for you to link with.

"i don't think i want to go with you now, sallow," you teased. he saw right through it.

"yes, you do. come on." he nudged you with his elbow. you sighed, finally snaking your arm around his muscular one as he began leading you to hogsmeade. as well as he could read you, you'd think he'd know how you truly felt about him. but unfortunately for the both of you, sebastian wasn't really as confident as he seemed. he was secure in his dueling abilities and being an incredible student, but when it came to you? he was just as in the dark as you were. you would get bake him his favorite sweets, choose him as your dueling partner every time without fail, and would consistently be there for him when he was missing his sister, letting him hold you tightly as you patted his fluffy brown curls. but that's just what any good friend would do, right?

as you approached the hamlet, you took in the sight of the extra twinkling lights they had put up and the adorable little shops that lined the square. one for handcrafted jewelry, one for a beautiful collection of paintings done by local artists, and a few booths selling various muggle objects. the regular musician that played in the square was also there, and with a few extra instruments that he harmonized perfectly together. it was busier than normal, but that was expected. people from hamlets all around the highlands traveled to see the festivals all year in hogsmeade. unbeknownst to you, while you were digesting your surroundings, sebastian stared down at you adoringly, savoring you adorable expression. he could feel his heart pang in his chest. merlin, how he wished he could confess everything to you in that moment.

"what first?" realizing you probably caught him staring, he blinked away his heart-eyes to respond.

"drinks, obviously," he joked, earning a giggle from you. he began leading you to the three broomsticks, which was only a few paces from the square. once you entered, it was the same as the outside, bustling with patrons chatting loudly.

"agreed. i need a few before i can socialize." he quirked his brown in your direction.

"you're socializing now, aren't you?" he asked in a teasing tone. you shook your head as you reached the only free table in the corner of the first floor. he pulled your chair out for you, pushing you under the table after you sat.

"no, you're different. i don't need alcohol to tolerate you."

he winced playfully, "ouch, tolerate?" you waved his fake pained expression away with your hand.

"oh, you know what i mean. of course i more than tolerate you." redness crept up your neck as you said it, feeling embarrassed by the slightest hint of boldness in your words and his gentlemanly gestures. he brushed it off, chuckling.

"i'll go get us a round, yeah? stay put." you nodded and watched him turn away. you let your head fall to the table with a thud once he couldn't see. how could he not see what he was doing to you? you quickly put yourself back together before he returned, full mugs of butter bear in hand. he placed them on the table in front of you and finally took his place opposite to you. you suddenly noticed the brilliant golden hues that cast across the room from the candle chandeliers. he looked angelic in the light, you could've sworn he was glowing.

"so, seventh year, hm?" he settled in the plush seat beneath him, or was he shifting nervously? you couldn't tell. "what are your plans after you absolutely ace the n.e.w.t.s?" he smiled cheekily as he brought the frosted mug up to his plush lips. you watched as you pondered your answer, eyeing the foam mustache that he skillfully wiped away with his tongue.

"uh-- i'm not entirely for sure yet. everything is still so new." he nodded understandingly, allowing you to continue. "professor weasley actually mentioned to me that they're still looking for a permanent replacement for professor fig." you tried to seem excited about it, but your eyes instantly fell to your fidgeting hands that rested on the table at the mention of your late mentor. "she said, um...that i might be a good fit, if things go well." his brow furrowed, his heart aching for you as he watched the excitement leave your face.

"you don't seem excited by the idea." he looked down at your hands and took one in his own, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb. you shook your head glumly, unable to meet his gaze. "can i ask why?"

"it's just...there are so many other wizards and witches that are perfectly capable--" you stopped, forcing yourself to breathe before you started crying in public. he only squeezed your hand. "there are so many other capable people that aren't responsible for his death."

he shook his head immediately at the prospect. "what happened was in no way your fault, y/n. i didn't know him as well as you did, but what i do know is that him and every professor chose to fight alongside you that day. as far as i'm concerned, they were all lucky to have you there. imagine if you weren't and they had to fight ranrock without anyone with your ability?" you sighed, contemplating his words.

a smile slowly crept back onto your lips, "thank you, sebastian...i wish that made me feel better about it. i really do." he shared a sympathetic smile with you as you sat in comfortable silence for a moment before you continued. "but what about you? what are your plans?" his expression softened to a more playful one as he sat back in his seat, still holding your hand in his.

"oh, you know me. survive." you rolled your eyes at his lightheartedness, but your face looked anything but annoyed by his antics.

"at least you're not planning to leave me here alone."

he shook his head once more, "i'd never." your familiar blush returned, this time reaching your cheeks and nose. you were suddenly hyper-aware of how his hand felt as it held yours and your legs that tangled together under the table.

"so...just me and you then?" you couldn't force your eyes to meet his, as much as you wanted them to.

"against the world." if you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now. something about that made your mind go blank and you suddenly couldnt find a clever remark to retort with. to fill the gap, you brought your own mug to your lip, taking a selfish sip. like sebastian's, it left a silly mustache on your lip. you didn't notice at first, caught up in your thoughts.

"oh, you've got a little..." he gestured to his mouth and you instantly knew. did you always have to make a fool of yourself in front of him? you wiped it with your thumb, but a little dribble remained at the corner of your mouth.

"here, let me." he gently brought his hand up to ghost over your cheek, wiping the leftover foam from your lip. you were sure now that your entire face was beet red from the contact.

you were back to searching your mind frantically for any response. luckily, you didn't need to find one, as someone had joined you at the edge of your table. once you looked up, you realized it was sirona ryan, the owner of the three broomsticks and seer of all, apparently. she held a generous slice of her signature chocolate cake with a dollop of whipped cream and two heart-shaped cherries on top.

"lover's special, on the house. you two have fun at the festival tonight." she placed the plate between the two of you. "not too much fun, though," she added with a wink. you and sebastian exchanged looks, and he was the first to speak.

"lovers special?" he chuckled bemusedly as he looked to you. "i mean, not that i'm one to say no to free cake or anything, but--" he was swiftly cut off by your foot meeting his shin beneath the table.

"thank you sirona," you added sweetly. she smiled politely and turned on her heel to return to the counter.

sebastian laughed, "ow! what was that for?" his playful expression quickly dropped once he saw you, your hands now withdrawn to your lap at you looked down it to it, picking at your nails. "hey, what's wrong?"

you answered meekly, "is it really that weird to think of me in that way?" he instantly felt terrible. you looked so hurt. "i thought maybe since..." you trailed off, sighing. "i don't know what i thought.

"no, no, that's not what i meant at all!" he quickly defended. "i just--i guess i was surprised by sirona's assumption, is all..." it was his turn to fall silent, trying desperately to find the words to say next.

he cleared his throat and asked gently, "do...do you think of me in that way?" he was almost afraid of saying it outright.

realizing there was no way out of this painfully awkward conversation, you were able to stutter out, "oh! i-- uhm, no! i mean--" you instantly covered your face with your hands, wanting to hide. "oh, merlin, i've ruined it, haven't i?" your voice was muffled as you hid behind your hands. he was quick to pull your hands away from your face and hold them in his own.

"you haven't ruined anything, promise. i'm just a bit confused." you took a deep breath, still avoiding his eyes. you felt so embarrassed.

"i just...i wanted this to be perfect, i wanted us to have butterbeer and look at all the shops and dance and maybe i could finally-- or maybe you would--...i don't know. i'm sorry, sebastian." you let your head fall again, refusing to look him in the eye. he only squeezed your hand comfortingly, finally feeling like he understood.

"hey," he outstretched his hand to tilt your head upward, finally meeting your eye. "if you wanted this to be a date..." he gulped down hard, feeling sweat prick his forehead. "i wouldn't mind that at all." you looked instantly relieved as the tension left your body.

"really?" he nodded, relazing a bit himself.

"really. i'm sorry it took me so long to say something. i didn't think you were interested."

"sebastian, i wouldn't do half the things i do for you if i weren't interested." you admitted, making him laugh heartily.

"and i wouldn't hold your books and walk you to class every day. those damned things are heavy!" you returned the chuckle, finally feeling calm again. unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes was watching the two of you and relishing in their successfull efforts. sirona ryan, unofficial dessert fairy and matchmaker, sometimes needed to give students a gentle push in the right direction. and they thanked her for that.

reblog if you made it to then end!

lmk if you want a part 2 cause i would be down.

[pearlescent-poppies]

Hello Hello Hello!!!!

Welcome to Day 4!!!

Another late upload 😭 but I had to catch up on my sleep after a long, long weekend and the person who this is for asked to play a game so it’s okay.

Anyways, today is very very exciting for reasons you are about to see, so sit back, relax, and enjoy:

Day 4: Scottho, Ice Skating

For: @valeriistars

The reason today is so exciting is because this is my first Scottho fic! It’s a ship I’ve loved for a while and that combined with that fact that I have figure skating autism? Well, this was very fun to write.

Vi I really hope you love it (Considering I referenced the rp we did a ton for it)!!! Because I sure do.

Today’s songs are: Santa Tell Me, This Christmas, and Christmas Kisses

And please, leave a comment or kudos/reblogs if you enjoyed!

(Fic under the cut)

Scott watches Etho with a fond smile as he struggles to lace his ice skates. “Need some help there Etho?” He teases.

His boyfriend groans, “Yes please.”

After making sure her leg warmers are perfectly adjusted over her skates, Scott kneels in front of him, quickly tying and double knotting the laces into little bows. He pats the side of Etho’s skate and says, “All done! Though honestly babe, it’s just like tying any other shoe.”

He pouts down at Scott and whines, “I don’t know! I- just figured it was. Like a super secret special way to tie skates or something.”

“Oh my god I love you,” she laughs brightly and stands, tilting his face up to press a kiss to his lips over his mask, “Now, let’s get you standing!” He claps his hands then holds them out to help him stand.

The taller takes a deep breath, then hesitantly holds onto Scott and stands.

He falls over immediately and into her arms.

Scott laughs at him again and settles to just hold Etho for a moment; he looks around as he does so.

The sun is setting on a cold winter's day, they’re two weeks out from Christmas and the holiday spirit was in the air. Ice skating (particularly figure skating) was something Scott had loved since she was a kid. He’d done it professionally for most of his early life, and had even gone to win the Junior Grand Prix series twice. However, after suffering an injury due to sabotage, he’d never been able to compete again, despite the fact that he could skate just as well as he’d been able to before the accident. The people around him hadn’t wanted to risk it. She’s never quite gotten over it, having been on track to make her Olympic debut just 6 months before the injury. She’d gotten to live a decently normal life afterwards, helped by the fact that she’d been young and had made many appearance changes. Like how his curly hair is long and cyan instead of short and blonde. Or the much more feminine style he’d taken on.

“Scott?” Etho questions and waves a hand in his face, “You there?”

“Hm? Oh! Sorry, got a little lost in thought,” he says and kisses his cheek in apology. “Ready to try standing again?” Despite the question, Scott is already grabbing hold of him tighter and guiding him to balance.

“Like this?” He mutters as he shifts his weight slightly and stands. His legs are wobbling, but he does manage to stay upright.

“Yes! That’s great! Okay, we just need to get you to the ice now!” He exclaims happily.

He nods and grips Scott’s hand (probably harder than he should) as she moves them over to ice. “How do you walk in these!” Etho complains lightheartedly.

“I just do darling,” he giggles and steps onto the ice. He laughs harder as his boyfriend almost immediately falls down, “Careful, we don’t want you to hurt that pretty face of yours do we?” Scott teases before he pulls Etho up, keeping an arm around the man’s waist so he doesn’t topple again. “Take it slow, we’re gonna go one step at a time alright? I’ve got you,” he smiles softly, a look just for her partner.

Etho nods and whines much like he did earlier, “How in the world do you do this? And hey! I’ve never done this before, not everyone is some- international award winning skater!” He pouts at Scott’s teasing and lays his head on his shoulder.

“I know, I know, I just like teasing you. Now,” he kisses his forehead and puts on his coaching voice, “First we need to correct your stance. Let’s get you standing before we try to actually skate.” Scott pulls back and starts to show Etho how he’s standing. “First, bend your knees and ankles slightly,” she instructs.

The taller nods and sticks his arms to the side as he does what he’s told.

“There we go! Now, I know you’re allergic to straight posture but that’s really important here. Try to center your weight.”

“Hey!” he says, still following his partner's directions.

“What! I’m not wrong! You work a job hunched over a computer all day, and I’ve seen the way you sit when you play video games. Keep your head up, I’m gonna let go and see how you’re doing.” Scott pulls away with a final squeeze of his hand.

Etho stiffens, slowly standing up straight and keeping his balance. He grins, “I’m doing it!”

Scott giggles excitedly, “You are! Okay, okay, let’s try some swizzles now. It’s a good way to test your skates.” Scott demonstrates a swizzle, legs arching in and out in a wavy pattern. She grabs Etho’s hands and starts guiding him through it. “Point your toes in the direction you wanna move,” he tacks on as Etho wobbles.

You can’t see it, but Etho has his tongue stuck out under his mask in concentration, following what Scott tells him. He rather quickly gets it down, still clinging to Scott’s hand. “What next?” He asks, voice taking a tinge of excitement as he finally starts to get it.

“Great! You’re going so good babe!” Scott exclaims elatedly. “Now we’re gonna try to start and stop okay? Take a step, glide a little, stop. Piece of cake! Ready?” His face is flushed pink with the cold and his laughter, this was such a wonderful way to spend an evening.

Etho laughs as he begins to practice, still shaking on his feet. He slowly starts to move around the rink, Scott following along.

Soon, a gentle snowfall begins. It casts the world around them in gentle white and only adds to the atmosphere. The Christmas tree in the center shines brightly and the sounds of people having a good time fills the air.

The snow settling in Etho’s already white hair looks like glitter in the evening light, and Scott stops for a moment, to simply admire her boyfriend. His face is twisted in concentration as he focuses on getting better at skating. It’s adorable that he’s doing it all for him, stars above he loves him so much.

Scott soon gets lost in the picturesque scene for a little longer than he should, not realising that Etho had been jerked back by her hand. It wasn’t until they were both hitting the ice that she realised they had fallen over.

Etho yelps as they fall, slipping and landing on top of Scott with another whine. “Sorry-” he laughs.

“That was my fault! Don’t worry about it, I was uh… a little distracted,” he says as he stands and then helps his partner.

“By meeee?” he giggles.

“Yes by you,” Scott rolls his eyes. He pulls Etho closer, wrapping her arms around his waist with a loving smile, “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you, my love,” he hums as he tries to stay balanced, brushing some snow from Scott’s hair.

Scott softens and pulls Etho in for a quick kiss, placing it over his mask. “I love you so much, thank you for doing this with me.”

“Of course! I’m having fun!’ he grins, pulling back and starting to slowly skate forward.

“I’m glad.” He continues to guide Etho through the motions, he’d done surprisingly well so far all things considered.

———

After about 15 minutes Scott gasps a little, “Oh I love this song!” She exclaims, “I did my free skate to this my first Grand Prix. Do you mind if I…” he trails off with a blush.

“Go ahead, I’ll be right here angel,” Etho blows him a kiss and goes to lean against the railing.

He giggles and catches the kiss, pressing it to his cheek then starts skating.

Scott spins and starts humming along, the routine comes back to him easily. It’s about the one minute mark and he gains speed to jump into his first triple axel. An incredibly hard move to do, despite it becoming increasingly more common. It sets the tone for the routine though as he goes for a combo, a triple axel into a triple loop. There’s applause and awe around him, and it feels exactly like it had back then. He skates for another little while, flawlessly hitting every move, until it comes time for the last jump. A quad loop. She’d been the first junior to land one. The first person in the whole world actually. Scott takes a deep breath as he goes to complete it, he gathers some speed and momentum, then launches himself in the air.

The skater giggles as he lands, a perfect jump. After finishing the choreographic sequence of the routine, he breathes heavily on the ground. Slowly coming back to himself as a bright grin paints his face. Though there’s only one thought on his mind.

The raucous sound of applause hit him first and once he’s recovered enough, he stands and bows.

Scott goes back to Etho as soon as he can and wraps his arms around his boyfriend, not noticing how stunned he looks. “Hi darling! Did you see? Did I do good?” She asks him, desperately hoping he’s proud of her.

Etho stares at him, taking a second to process exactly what he’d just seen. Obviously he knew Scott had competed and won internationally, obviously he knew that this was his weekend job, but he hadn’t actually- realised just how good his boyfriend is at this sport. “Scott, you were- I mean- oh snappers,” he laughs and wraps her up tight in his arms. “You were incredible, baby,” he praises breathlessly.

Scott buries his face in his chest to hide the blush creeping over his cheeks, “I can’t believe I didn’t ask you to come skating with me sooner. Thank you. So much. For everything, not just this.”

“You’re very welcome,” he murmurs and pulls his mask down, leaning down for a kiss after he does so.

———

They spend the rest of a very lovely evening skating together, and then go out for dinner to their favourite restaurant.

As they head back to Scott’s car from dinner, they swing their joined hands back and forth, commenting on the best parts of the evening.

Before they can get in, Scott giggles and wraps her arms around Etho’s neck, “Thank you again love, today was perfect,”

Etho giggles back and wraps his own arms around Scott’s waist after pulling his mask down, “You’re very welcome, this was wonderful. We’ll definitely do it again. “I love you, Scott,” he smiles down at her.

“I love you too,” he responds as easily as breathing and connects their lips once again. Etho tastes sweet like the vanilla cake they just ate, and he’s nice and warm against the cold of winter. It’s a kiss that feels like belonging. After Scott had searched all his life for somewhere to fit in after losing his skating career, he’d found it right here. In Etho’s arms under a sky lit up with stars. Maybe they’d only been together for a year, but she could tell this is the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with. He can only hope Etho feels the same. Spoiler alert: He does.

It’s only a year later when Etho proposes. He brings Scott back to the outdoor ice rink for it, back to the place that had truly made them both realise just how in love they were.

It had been an immediate and teary yes.

The wedding, another year in the future, had been a beautiful and intimate ceremony in December. Scott, to Etho’s absolute delight, had worn a long sleeve wedding gown, instead of a suit, long cyan curls left to hang loose. He looked beautiful, and Scott thought the same of his partner. They’d both cried pretty hard during the vows, and the party after had been wonderful.

It had been a long road to find each other, years of heartache, injury, and loneliness. But it had all been worth it in the end. Because they’d found each other, and that’s all they could have ever wished for.

[prpfz]

hello!!

21+ looking for discord rpers! itching for some casual but long term ocxoc rps. i use irl fcs and looove to chat ooc (casual talking, pinterest boards, brainstorming, headcanons, etc). i have a bunch of ocs to choose from, but these 3 fellas are at the front of my brain:

character #1 is a suave yet snarky professional dom in a bdsm club. he doesn't open up easily to others and he's cold on the surface, but surely someone could find that soft spot in there. clever and very flirtatious.

character #2 is a middle-aged ex-actor… and also an ex-criminal. exceedingly charming, social, and romantic, but don't be fooled into thinking he's any less tough than he used to be. one hell of a lover, yet a dangerous man under the right conditions.

character #3 is a mild-mannered southern cop with a good heart who wants little more than to help those that need it. he does no harm, but takes no shit. very stubborn with a strong moral compass.

preexisting ocs preferred, but not required; if any of these guys catch your eye, interact and i'll reach out so we can talk it over! 🪗

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

[ocrpsearch]

hello!!

21+ looking for 21+ discord rpers! itching for some casual but long term ocxoc rps. i use irl fcs and looove to chat ooc (casual talking, pinterest boards, brainstorming, headcanons, etc). i have a bunch of ocs to choose from, but these 3 fellas are at the front of my brain:

character #1 is a suave yet snarky professional dom in a bdsm club. he doesn't open up easily to others and he's cold on the surface, but surely someone could find that soft spot in there. clever and very flirtatious.

character #2 is a middle-aged ex-actor… and also an ex-criminal. exceedingly charming, social, and romantic, but don't be fooled into thinking he's any less tough than he used to be. one hell of a lover, yet a dangerous man under the right conditions.

character #3 is a mild-mannered southern cop with a good heart who wants little more than to help those that need it. he does no harm, but takes no shit. very stubborn with a strong moral compass.

preexisting ocs preferred, but not required; if any of these guys catch your eye, interact and i'll reach out so we can talk it over!

interact and anon will reach out!

[jannwrites]

book meme : WHAT MOVES THE DEAD by T. KINGFISHER.

a selection of lines from the novel what moves the dead. modified slightly for rp purposes.

i'm delighted by obscure passions, no matter how unusual.

it's cold and poor and if you don't die from falling in a hole or starving to death, a wolf eats you.

god, but it was a depressing scene.

i am, for the most part, not an imaginative soul.

he was the gentlest of souls, though he did collect rather odd things.

i swear to you, if i had not heard his voice, i would not have recognized him.

you look like you've been dragged arse-first through hell.

you have grown into an outrageous liar.

in some ways, it's rather refreshing to be treated in the same way as a fungus.

i will tell you, this is a recent dissolution.

i think it might be enough to make anyone ill.

i do not know how to deal with this sort of death, the one that comes slow and inevitable and does not let go.

death that simply comes and settles is not a thing i have any experience with.

i knew most of them would die anyway, but if they died in front of me, it felt worse.

we were friends once. i hope we still are.

i hear things now. everything. my own heartbeat. other people's breathing sounds like thunder.

sometimes i fancy i can hear the worms in the rafters.

but this place has made me afraid.

you don't pull punches in the morning, do you?

what sins could you possibly have?

you know i'm not a superstitious soul but i swear there's something wicked here.

they say mushrooms spring up where the devil walks and where the fairies dance.

perhaps they believe that the fungus is part of them.

it's in god's hands, not mine. perhaps not even his.

are you a witch, then?

don't listen to him. the dead carry lanterns down in the deep.

this place breeds nightmares.

he complains of nightmares. says the walls breathe them out.

i begin to think that this place has killed all of us, in its time.

most of us go to the devil without him having to personally oversee things.

the dead don't walk. you of all people know that.

really, what good would it do? have you not seen enough bodies in your time? maybe it helps other people, but it's just one more face to haunt your dreams.

headache is always preferable to heartache.

perhaps this miserable place has weighed down my spirit and left me vulnerable.

they don't fear ghosts where you come from?

i don't believe the dead actually care about those things.

[name], i have come to think of you as a sensible person, but there is something quite unsavory about all this.

you don't believe in possession, of course.

the dead may walk but i will not walk among them.

this thing, whatever it is, it's what's killing you. devouring you alive.

i've been dead for at least a month.

i could never help anything that killed you.

i know exactly where i would place the match.

[just-for-rp]

THE BLOG IS: OPEN!!

Remaking this btw..

HI HI HI!!!!!!! im gummi! I have many ask blogs that include @stuck-with-protag @praying-with-angelica @planning-with-bok-su @overthinking-with-augustine and some others! But those aren't really the kind of rp im used to. I like doing one on one rp's with goofy ideas! So instead of confusing people on my ask accounts, I MADE A ACCOUNT JUST FOR 1 ON 1 RP! as you can tell im very happy about this lol. I do have a few rules tho! If youd like to do any of the rps im doing then dm me on tumbler pls, in the comments of the post, or ask in the ask thing and ill respond. I also will do multiple of one rp! Like i will do 2 roleplays of the same fandom if that makes sense

DISCLAIMER!!! the roleplays i do involve spoilers from the games their from, blood/gore description, angst, maybe nsfw, some other horror stuff like cannibalism and possession, and the worst of all... HEART FELT MOMENTS!! 🤮

But fr tho, if you dont like that stuff please proceed with caution if you roleplay with me because i love anything horror-

( rq, i will change my pfp to whatever character im playing and the au their from! i will also do multiple rp's at once so ask while the blog is open!! )

Rules:

( this is a must read if you wanna rp. )

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2. Racism, homophobia, sexism, and just anything that can be really offensive is NOT ALLOWED!!! like at all. Don't do that shit.

3. Unless we rp for like a year or something, please do not ask me or tell me personal info. Ill be friends with people yea, but im not telling them where my neighborhood is- all i will say is im a minor and im genderfluid. Do what you want with that-

4. I will delete our chats if you do not reply for a week. UNLESS something happens and you have to be offline for it, ill do the same too if i need to

5. Any ships are allow, Any game from the sigverse is okay, and any au is alright! Just specify pls. And no ships are okay too btw!

6. CONSENT IS ALWAYS WANTED!! Basically ask for nsfw ( not immediately ofc )

7. If you cant then i understand, but please try and act like the characters. Its not needed but its appreciated

8. No trolling and no oc's

9. Last one! Ill mainly do sigverse rp's. But. Every once in a while i might put out like a tbhk rp or eddsworld rp for fun

TYSM FOR READING IF YOU DID!! IM LOOKING FORWARD TO RPING WITH SO MANY AMAZING PEOPLE

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Im not as descriptive but i have been practicing. I like to write a lot and be detailed so please try and do the same. You dont have to tho! No one liners pls. I will be very annoyed-

I was gonna do 1st person pov but im probably not because im not used to it- sorry 😣

[crimsonbeowolf]

A Different Avatar

(Closed Rp w/ @asexxxualerotica)

Darkness… Cold… Silence… This was everything Crimson could feel within a split second after his entire world was shaken in place. He… He wasn't sure how he had first gotten here. In one moment, he was with people he loved; the girls he fell in love with at Beacon and married after the war ended against Salem. But now; everything was just a blur. And… He felt so cold… Why did he feel so cold all of a sudden..? Opening his eyes which emanated a red glow. He found himself encased in ice. His entire body… He couldn't even move!! Hearing a loud thud, his eyes regained focus in front of him. There was… It was hard to describe with the way the ice was warping his vision. But it looked like there was a girl… A girl with brown skin and brown hair..? Who was she..? Where was he..? How did he end up trapped in this ice in the first place?!

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Love Story in "The Bride of the Monkey King"

A Long time Ago In the Kingdom of Sakutopia, Saphira and her Royal Fiancé name Prince "Daniel Jamerson Rooster Of Shintari Kingdom" had Blessed with Two beautiful newborn twins, One is a boy Name "Darien" and the other Is a Beautiful baby girl Name "Little Serena".. Daniel wanted to Hold His Son so much that He Ignored His own daughter, Then Saphira Gave Daniel a Cold Look and Expecting him to Hold HIS own Daughter as well… And She warned Daniel not to bring that "Forbidden Favortism" In the Palace of Sakutopia and The Fact that Saphira's Family HATED Favortism and They began to Make a Law against Favortism. Two Weeks later, Saphira threaten Daniel That He Needs to Treat His Kids Equally especially with his OWN Daughter While Saphira and Her family Including Daniels family Is Preparing For the Opening gate Ceremony in Honor Of the Emperor of Jade Palace and Yes, The Jade emperor Will be An Honorable Guest For the Ceremony In his Honor. Hours Have passed as the Palace was Covered with Beautiful Jade and Gold Color Decorations.. And Everyone was Gathered around, Then Saphira Looked around Wondering where Daniel and the Kids were, As Her Father began to Announce the Opening Ceremony has Begun, Then He began To pull The Shroud From the Large Welcoming gates..and it Revealed Which Made Everyone Gasp in Shocked When they See Prince Daniel Making Love with a Princess of Sunchon Kingdom Name "Barbra Minx". Saphira's Father, Daniels father and Even Barbra's Father was shocked and Not only them but Saphira was Appalled Of what she saw, Then Saphira's Face turns completely red With Rage and Embarassment.. Then She storms to those two and she Shouted on Daniels Name,

Saphira: " PRINCE DANIEL…. JAMERSON….ROOSTER!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE SMILING DEVIL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!?"

Saphira Shouted his name, it made the earth Shaken and She went hellbent at him and Barbra.. Then Daniel saw the Angry Look of saphira's face and He began to stutter and try to make an excuses.. And then Saphira asked where The twins is, before he answers One of the guards Called to saphira that he Found her own daughter floating in the river in the basket, Saphira sees Her daughter Name "Serena" Cries loudly..as she Looked at Daniel and she said,

Saph: "Guards! Take him and that Whore to the temple at the meeting chambers and make Sure that they Don't leave! I'll deal with them right after I apologize to the Jade emperor himself!"

The guards Nodded and Took Daniel and Barbra to the temple at the meeting chambers..as she holds serena and Darien gently.. She couldn't believe that Daniel Stoop So Low to Get rid of his own daughter and not only that..She Notice that Darien has hand marks on the side of his face which That Made Saphira Super Livid at Daniel.. After apologizing to jade emperor She began to Storm inside the temple at the Meeting chambers and she said,

Saph: "Daniel Jamerson Rooster, How Could you Do this!? huh!?"

Daniel: "Saphira, please I can explain!"

Saphira: "Explain what!? Not only You Embarrassed me by Exposing your adultery right in front of the Entire Kingdom and cause Treason But You DARE To Harm My Babies For your own accord! What is your Deal about Not wanting a daughters, HUH!? What is your Problem of Having a daughter in your life!?"

Daniel: "Oh Come on! I'd Just wanted to Have a Son and Son Only! I mean the daughter is nothing but a Burden an-"

Daniels Father: "A BURDEN!? HOW DARE YOU CALL YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD A BURDEN!? I can't believe what i'm hearing! Your trying to Kill my Granddaughter and Favoring my grandson, UNACCEPTIBLE! Your Mother and I did NOT Raise you Like this! And Not Only that You Cause Treason Between Sakutopia and Shintari Kingdom By Making Love with a Princess Of Sunchon! Do you Realized You've Embarassed ME and everyone else In front of the Great Jade emperor! Not only THIS But Laying hands On my Grandson and Attempt to Kill my Granddaughter!"

Daniel: "B-b-b-but Father i-"

Daniels Father: "Enough! YOU ARE OUT OF THE LINE BOY!"

His Father Snapped and Slapped Daniel Right Off the bet…and Then He Turned and Yelled at Barbra Minx as well, Scolding her For Messing around with any woman's man is Totally off Limits. While Barbra's Father who was Also Furious as well and Couldn't believe She would Do such a thing to cause this Whole Embarrassment Out of this Family. Then, Saphira Looked at Daniel and she said To Daniel after she Pulls The Engagement ring off,

Saphira: "We.. Are… Done… I'm Calling Off the Marriage and I'm Breaking the Engagement! I've had enough, I've Had enough of you and your Antics.."

Daniel: "B-b-but Saph-"

Then Saphira Cut in,

Saphira: "NO! NO! I Refuse to marry Someone Who Doesn't Love My Kids Equally and Doesn't Settle With ONE Woman, ONE! And Not Only that I refuse To marry Someone Who Made a Huge Embarrassment Out Of my Family and Brought this Forbidden Favortism In MY Palace! I Will NOT Tolerate This Kind Of Toxicity in MY Kingdom, In MY Family, AND To the ENTIRE CELESTIAL WORLD ITSELF!! You Will be answer to the Royal Court at the Jade palace and I'm Going to make sure your parental Right will be Stripped From your Name and HERS as well! You Will NEVER Be called a Father again, And I'll make sure that No Women will never be marry to you because I knew.. Your father will Make you Marry that Slut For the rest of your Eternity! Now I want you and That Minx Whore Out of This Kingdom and NEVER Set Foot in this Palace again!"

Then Daniels Father Dragged Daniel by the ear and So Does Barbra's father who does the same thing. Saphira was Completely Devastated and Hurt after what Daniel Has Done To her and Her Babies as well, She shook her head and asked herself, "How Could he Do this to His own 2 week old babies?.. I don't Understand why he was doing this? and For WHAT?" Then She realized Daniel only cared about himself and To her surprised he only sees Saphira as her baby Making Machine to have a son so he can take her son and run away with his mistress, Thats What she heard from the Servants. Then Saphira Swore to Herself That She'll Made Daniel pay For His insulting antics, At the Court when the Jade Emperor Ordered Daniel and Barbra To Pay Saphira and the Kids compensation for the Damaged and emotional Distress That they cause Her and the Kids..She Felt Horrible..That Night, Her Father Pacing back and Forth thinking of What to Do about this Situation and He Doesn't want anyone Know that His daughter is Now a Single mother of the kids Which is it will make Her very Difficult To find a right man who will Love the kids.. Then He has an Idea, a brilliant Idea And then he goes to Saphira and told her about it the Idea. He told her that He'll turn the Twins into Fruits and as a spell that "He" Who Touched the 2 Fruit will turn into Gold meaning He is Worthy to be a Father of those twins..and Saphira Asked "How Will You know which one will be Worthy To be My Future Husband and Father Of my twins?" Then Her Father answers That He Will Give Someone 3 Challenging task and if He Succeed, He'll be Proven Worthy and He'll find the Fruit from the Enchanted tree There he will find the 2 Fruits that will turn into gold itself ..So Saphira agree and swore that For the Kids Sake.. She'll Find out Who Is worthy to be a Future Husband and a father of the twins. On the Next Morning, Her Father Sent out an Invitation to Every Eligible Man Who Would Win His Daughter's heart before the hand in marriage and it was Spreading Far and Wide in the Celestial land, Then One of the Villiagers Who speaks and gossip about it made Someone Perks its ears and heard about the Marriage to the Princess.. As the Day Before the Lotus Blossom Feastival day, His Father Announce the Opponent and he Said "Speak Of your Name and Come Set Forth If you accept This 3 Challenge and Win My Beloved Lotus Blossoms heart!" Then The Mystery Person Giggles and Spoke," I accept This challenge" Then Her father Said," Who Spoke First!? Please Bring Forth Young Challenger Speak of your name!" When he came Forward from the Crowd it was None Other than the Great Sage Equal to heaven Known as Sun Wukong, the Monkey King Of Mount Huaguo. Saphira's Eyes Widen and Her face turns Pink when she sees him, Her Father was Suprised and he said, "You! The Great Sage himself.. It an Honor To Welcomed you to my kingdom." He Bows to him and Rise and Then 10 Male Opponents came 5 of them are demons and other 5 are Rich Snobby Princes who would only cared about the throne.. Then The Emperor said," For the First Challenge Gentlemen! Is to Find a "Rare" Flowers That we never seen or No Man have ever Show upon it and My Daughter Will be the Judge of it and If she accepted.. You passed and Will be going to the Second Challenge on the Next day of the Lotus Blossom Festival, Are You Up For the Challenge?" He asked.. And then The Monkey king Said…

[lookinghalfacorpse]

dreamzablade where they get caught in an explosion and cTechno only has a moment grab the nearest bf and shield him bc humans are so, so fragile, and cTechno isn’t sure he’s big enough to protect them both :(

/dsmp /rp tw for descriptions of injury, blood, concussions, explosions, tinnitus

“Well, I guess it depends on what you consider ‘safer.’  Is it safer to be out of sight but crammed in a… in a little space like this?” Dream said, being a bit of a contrarian.  He liked to play devil’s advocate.  “Or is it safer to be out in the open, but able to move freely?  It’s a trade-off.”

“Bruh, I dug this tunnel specifically to keep us hidden, and I’d appreciate a bit of gratefulness, alright?”  Techno joked.

Technoblade, Dream, and Philza had been walking through this tunnel for at least twenty minutes.  It was connected to a mine that Phil started many years ago, so it didn’t look too suspicious for all three of them to enter at once, but its long and winding path eventually led to the Syndicate meeting room.  Despite its tactical advantage, it wasn’t the most comfortable travel.  Techno had to duck his head through some sections, and they had to pass single-file through the support beams.  Not to mention that it was cold, damp, and drafty.

“I’m just saying,” came Dream’s reply, his face briefly illuminated as he walked past a torch, only to be cast in shadow again moments later.

Phil chuckled, casting a glance over his shoulder.  He walked in front, his wings scraping against the walls.  Techno, directly behind him, was slightly hunched.  Dream trailed behind, still bearing a slight limp from his time in the Vault.  This would be Dream’s first time at the Syndicate meeting room, and Techno went all-out to ensure he’d be safe for the journey.

“This cold is brutal,” Phil complained.  “It’ll take a while to warm the meeting room up.  Hope you both dressed well.”

“We still have blankets, right?” Techno asked.

“We should.  So long as Niki didn’t steal them all.”

“I will not be sitting on my first Syndicate meeting with a blanket on,” Dream mused from behind them.

“Right, so lesson number one about the Syndicate is that we’re all friends, and we treat each other like friends,” Techno said, “Now, I know this is kind of a foreign concept to you, but friends normally don’t act like business partners.  If you’re cold, you’re wearin’ a blanket, no matter how–”

Upon Philza’s next footstep, Techno heard an observer click.  Faint and muffled– imbedded somewhere in the tunnel wall, perhaps– following by an even quieter but distinct buzz as a TNT fuse was lit.

“Phil, to me!” Techno bellowed, already turning around and taking Dream into his arms.  He lifted the human easily and pressed him into the bulk of his chest.  Dream’s breath left him on the impact, but with his limp, Techno worried about the boy’s ability to get out of harm’s way quickly.  He extended a hand towards Philza– his lifelong partner, his most trusted friend– and snatched his wrist, pulling him quickly into himself.

Techno remembered feeling the rush of adrenaline through his torso, his muscles seizing and stiffening as he turned himself into a shield for his partners.  He saw a flash of fear on Dream’s delicate, sharp features, his eyes lighting with concern.  He saw Phil’s hair flash like a flag as he rushed to them, and Techno put an arm around his wing to prevent him from wrapping it around them.  He worried about hurting them, but he determined it was worth the risk.  They were both too small, too fragile, too painfully shatterable to survive a blast at this range.  He pressed them into his stomach and prayed his size would be enough.

He remembered feeling an intense pressure at his back, a ringing in his ears, and blackness.

—

When Techno was next aware of himself, he was laying facedown on the muddy floor of the tunnel.  The blast had pushed him a notable distance.

The pain only hit when he tried to move.  His back was torn to shreds; he was grateful he wasn’t able to see it, but the hot pain (like the whips and flogs of the arena– how long has it been since he knew this pain?) gathered where his muscles flexed.  The ringing in his ears persisted as he raised himself from the ground.

Dream was pinned beneath him, eyes open but unseeing.  Philza, only half-tucked beneath Techno’s shoulder and arms, began to writhe.

“No, no no,” Techno started, finding his voice quiet compared to the tinnitus, “Hey.”

With a hand under Dream’s jaw, he discovered that the young human must’ve hit his head when they were flung, and his forearms were scorched and bruised.  He might’ve wrapped his arms around Techno at the last second.  Philza’s shoulder and neck were covered in burns, and his neck was bleeding badly.  Despite his initial writhing, his mumbles were unintelligible and his movements slow.  He was pale.

“No, no.” Techno scrambled for the remains of his cape, his hands searching along the ground for anything he could use to stop the bleeding.  It was burned off his back, but a few scraps of it remained a few feet in front of them.  He grabbed it and pressed it, desperately, into Phil’s neck.

Phil almost appeared to make eye contact, but his eyes held little intelligence.

“Don’t die, okay?  Don’t die,” Techno told him.  The tinnitus blocked out the voices of his Chat– a small blessing.  “Tell Kristin that it’s still my turn with you.”

Dream whined– a high-pitched sound from somewhere in his throat– and began to stir.  Techno placed his open hand flat on the boy’s chest.  “Hey, Dream.  Don’t move too much.”

“Wha–” Dream started.  He’d just began to recover from the head trauma Quackity inflicted on him, and Techno feared long-term repercussions.  “Techno.  Techno.  You’re bleeding.”

“We’re all bleedin’, dude.  You gotta take it easy.”

“No, Techno, you’re bleeding.”  

Technoblade was distantly aware that the blood on his back was seeping forward, drenching his white shirt with a maroon shade.  He was distantly aware that the string at his collar was dripping blood onto Dream.  He could think of nothing besides the fact that his two most beloveds were dying in front of him.

“It’s cool, it’s cool.  I’m fine.”  Techno leaned forward until he could press his forehead against Dream’s, just for a second, hoping to comfort him.  “You have anythin’ in your inventory?  Health pots, gapples?”

“Y.. Yeah, I… I do, I–” Dream tried to sit as he moved into action, and Techno gently pushed him back to the ground.

“Don’t move, dude.”

“Techno…” “Health pots, Dream,” The piglin reminded him, noting that the concussed boy seemed to have already forgotten his request.  Dream pulled up his inventory from his position on his back, clumsily sorting through the many items he carried with him.  Techno watched him, guiltily.  Phil’s hands roamed aimlessly around his own upper body, trying to clutch at the places that hurt him.  He found Techno’s fingers and clawed at them with his fingernails.  “Look, I’m so sorry,” Techno said, addressing both of them but knowing his words may not reach them, or may be forgotten, “I tried to protect both of you and I think I did a pretty bad job of it.  You both gotta live, okay?”

Dream’s head momentarily lulled to the side as he lost consciousness again, but he recovered quickly.  His green eyes wandered fearfully over Philza, lying half-dead beside him, before landing again on the spots of Techno's blood that landed on his shirt.

Techno felt his vision fade, and he was gone before he had the chance to warn them.

—

He’d wake on Philza’s living room floor, laying on his stomach.

Someone must’ve transformed the living room into a giant nest.  He was lying on a mattress that was a little bit too small for him– one of the human mattresses, surely– and his limbs hung ungracefully off its edges, but a few layers of blankets separated his fur from the cold wooden floor.  He noticed a tight weight around his whole torso.  He was wrapped in bandages from naval to collar, with some smaller bandages adhered to his long ears and neck, and the scent of burnt fur filled his nostrils.  The small hand of a human rested, comfortable and limp, in the palm of his hand.

Disoriented, he wondered for a moment why they chose to nap in such an odd spot.  Remembering the blast, he nearly leaped from the mattress, but the pain stopped him.

“Whoa, Techno.  Not so fast, alright?” came Philza’s warm voice.  

Techno never felt so relieved to hear him.  He lifted his head until he could face the direction of the fireplace, and there he found the beautiful sight of Philza and Dream cuddling together, Dream fully asleep with his face resting on Phil’s diaphragm.  It was Dream’s hand that was placed neatly in Techno’s, outstretched towards him as he slept.

Both of them were wrapped in bandages, their hair tousled and messy.  But they were alive.

“You saved us, love,” Phil continued, “I just wish you didn’t hurt yourself so badly in the process.”

“Worth it.”  Techno squeezed his hand around Dream’s.  “How’d we get home?”

“Not sure.  I think Dream did a lot of it.  And he hurt himself doing it, too.  He’s all bruised, and I think he pulled something in his shoulder.”  Phil ran a hand through Dream’s long hair.  “You two have that in common.  Self-sacrifice.”

An ironic statement from a man who lost a wing to protect his son.  Techno didn’t argue with it.  “Who would trap the tunnel?”

“Don’t know.  But I’m worried they know about the meeting room.  When we’re healthy, we should go check on it.”

“Or ask Niki to.  I don’t want either of you near it right now.”

“We could ask Connor.”

Techno snorted.  “We could ask Connor.”

In his sleep, Dream nuzzled into Phil and sighed.  Techno got accustomed to Dream sleeping constantly as he recovered from the last concussion, and he supposed he’d have to prepare himself for a similar recovery.  Techno imagined Dream dragging his giant piglin body through that tiny tunnel while his head injury raged, his thin body straining, his shoulder popping out of place.  But at least they were all alive.  So long as they lived, they would be okay.

But Technoblade has destroyed nations over smaller offenses than this. The moment he healed, he would solve this, and he wouldn't use cowardly tactics like traps.

[rin-wattson]

OPEN RP

As Rin walked through the empty halls of the Raymond Manor, she walked close to Argyle. It has been a while since she's stepped foot into this place and nothing has changed since.. his death.

"He'll be waiting inside," Argyle mentions before stepping out of her way. She lets out a shaky breath before opening the door and seeing Alex.

His hair was dishevelled but still the same brown colour she used to love. He had a scar across his nose and neck as if his head was sewn back together. He looked more tired, his eyes dull and dead, unlike the icy blue colour that shined when he looked at her.

"A– Al, is that.. is that you-?" She murmured softly, unsure of what to say as she stumbled her way into the room.

The man in front of her was silent, staring at her with those cold, lifeless eyes. Just staring.

@danny-fenton-in-gotham