#ooc im giggling so so hard this is barely canon

[a-ferins-fire]

Dear, Vice Admiral Ferin

I am here to inform you of some people who may start spreading misinformation about me. There may be some people who come up to you and tell you that I am in love with and am dating your pirate daughter. I am not dating her, nor do I communicate with her outside of work purposes.

Kindest regards,

@kirathenavalgal

ooc: pretend this is like the conch shell equivalent to an email thumbs up

|He stares at the c-mail [if i have to play the asshole i get to make stupid bit things. sea mail. ur welcome] for a couple seconds.|

To Captain Kira,

What.

From Admiral Ferin.

[grimmsbride]

i saw ur that ur request were open and i just need you to hear me out on multipaul 🫣 that man is to dam fine for there to be literally nothing of him 💔 if you write a paul fic MY LIFE IS YOURS 🧎‍♀️‍➡️🙏

𝄃𝄀⠀⠀my mine⠀╲ multi-paul ֤ࣨ🫀𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary you decide to give your beloved convict boyfriend, paul cha, a little gift <3.

tags canon-divergence | pre-established relationships | ooc characters | paul literally jerks off to pictures of you | mentions of him being an assassin | masturbation | chubby coded reader | etc

authors notes i was so nervous writing this imagine cause i realized i have like, zero input on how paul would act in a relationship 😭 so im sorry if i didn’t do his character justice but i really appreciate you requesting for him, it gives me much needed practice 🫶🏾. as always please excuse any typos and grammar mistakes

Imagine sneaking polaroids to MultiPaul in prison. You don’t know what had driven you to this; whether your mind was clouded with the thought of missing him, or simple human horniness— you had no idea. The only idea that struck you was taking scandalous images with your camera, printing them, and getting them to your lovely, convict boyfriend.

Through the entire prison visit you were practically beaming with excitement, something the man picked up on easy. He was a killer for god’s sake, human nature was something he had to know. Plus, Paul was your boyfriend after all.

So the moment a simple what’s got you so excited? climbed from his lips, you burst out into a little giggle, reaching over the table for his hand— which Paul accepted with zero issues.

“Nothing.. just, so happy to see you.” Despite your words, your hand was busy, pushing something small right into his palm.

Paul was quick yet discreet in accepting it, squeezing your hand for extra measure before slyly pulling his hand away and under the table, tucking the mystery gift right into his pocket.

Now it was his turn to be excited, pretty features pulled into a smile as he tilted his head at you.

“From the way you look, I’m assuming I’m really going to enjoy this gift?”

Your smile was worsening at this point, practically leaning over the table as a sweet; “Oh, you’re going to love it..” escaped you.

You weren’t lying. While Paul was expecting maybe a key or some sort of cliche file to help take his collar off, he certainly wasn’t complaining the moment he tore the film off of his little gift.

There you were, in all your glory, images of yourself in some type of lingerie, position, or even completely bare— that left him salivating. It was no secret Paul missed you, the visits the only solace to the distance between you.

At times it seemed it wasn’t enough, given the amount of restrictions placed on the two of you. No excessive touching, you had to stay across the table, extra bullshit Paul wasn’t in the least impressed with, yet was stuck complying to.

But you, his sweet girlfriend, just knew when to push boundaries. And he was eating up every second of it.

The laminated film shined against the light of his cell, highlighting every perfect curve of your body. Paul’s eyes were practically glued to the photo, thumb sliding across the smooth surface as a soft hiss slipped from him.

Fuck, did he miss you. Every single inch. He missed coming back to you after a particularly hard mission, spotting your waiting body under the blankets to which he would climb under, securing his arms around your waist and pulling you in. You would always cuddle close, hand carrying up and down his body, assuring he sustained no major injuries. Sometimes, your gentle touches would illicit something deep inside his stomach— the man using the little bit of energy he had left to show you how excited he was to be back home.

But now, Paul was stuck in this damned cell, paying for his crimes with only fleeting images of you to keep him company. A sad case indeed, but he knew to make due.

Plus, Paul didn’t particularly plan to stay cooped up so long.

For now however, he would satiate himself with what you provided. Paul backed up until his knees hit his bed, sitting down and turning to press his back against the wall. Flipping through the polaroids, the man felt that familiar ache right between his legs. His hips shifted uncomfortably for a moment, blindly reaching for the zipper of his orange jumper. Revealing his white undershirt, and plain black boxes— the man hissed softly the moment his palm dragged across his growing bulge.

Blindly his fingers swept through the waistband of his underwear, curling around his length whilst his freehand flipped to the next photo. The light of your camera shined against your skin, the man wondering if you’d used some type of glittery lotion the way you just seemed to sparkle. A pretty purple set of lacey lingerie cupped your body perfectly, accentuating your breasts and the curve of your ass— and it certainly didn’t help the way your body arched; showing off every inch of your body.

Slowly, Paul’s palm dragged against his dick, teeth tucked tight against his bottom lip, quieting down his soft grunts. His mind was running wild, thoughts of you consuming him entirely. Replays of your past nights together, the man trying to perfectly remember every twitch and every moan you emitted.

He flinched the moment he made contact with his sensitive tip, hips rising right up into his hand. Precum was trickling from his slit, creating a mess he would concern himself with later— for now, the man was focusing on the next polaroid of you.

The picture featured you straddled a pillow, pretty thighs squeezing the plush item whilst covered in black sheer stockings. Hung up by gaterbelts that dug into your plump flesh, attached to the prettiest black underwear that rested high on your hips. Except this one was different then the other, given the undergarment was entirely crotch less; and the moment that realization hit, Paul was knocking his head back against the wall, closing his eyes tight.

“Fucking tease..” The man muttered to himself, eyebrows pushing close as he continued to fuck his hand. As the pleasure grew, he felt his legs widening, even pushing his boxers down further as his actions grew more vigorous. Paul could just imagine it, fingers playing with the lace and with your exposed pussy; fingers sliding across your wetness before dipping in, rubbing against your walls so perfectly you would cry out his name like some sort of prayer.

Paul’s stomach was clenching as time passed, lips parted as soft breaths escaped. His hand formed into a tight, wet fist, hips rising up into it as glossy eyes took in your last final polaroid.

You were completely bare, legs spread, arms opened— completely exposed to the watchful eye of your camera and Paul himself. He couldn’t help but focus between your thighs, wondering if you played with yourself during this process. The man could just guess how excited you were getting the entire time, pretty lips pouted as sweet moans escaped every time you rubbed at your little button.

Maybe you even played with your breasts; pulling and squeezing your nipples until they peaked, that thought alone caused him to twitch, hand falling to his side as the images laid out amongst his bed.

Paul dragged his hand up and down his length urgently, bated breaths and quick swears falling from his lips before he clenched, making a complete mess of his lower half.

Slowly, his hand slid down to his waist, slumping against the wall entirely as soft pants escaped him. His eyes closed, attempting to regain his breath after that little event.

Soon enough Paul’s eyes were opening, peeking at the pictures amongst his blankets, the corner of his mouth twitching into a little smile.

Which slowly fell the moment he glanced down at his legs, releasing the loudest sigh ever.

Now.. to get cleaned up.

[performingtheartsrp]

We received a fantastic application for Brittany Pierce, and we’re really excited to have Akia join our family. Please take a moment to go over the New Member Checklist, and send in your account within 24 hours.

OOC:

NAME: Akia

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/Her

AGE: 999 and counting

TIMEZONE: CST

ACTIVITY LEVEL (1-10): 4 or 5/10. I work full time and Im in a coding bootcamp so even when I’m all be studying.

OLD ROLEPLAY ACCOUNTS: RFP

ANYTHING ELSE: RFP

IC:

CHARACTER’S NAME: Brittany Susan Pierce

CHARACTER’S BIRTHDAY: October 7th 1993

CHARACTER’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bicorn

SHIPS: Brittany Chemistry

ANTI-SHIPS: Brittany/Forced

MIDGAME SHIPS: Brittany/Mike, Brittany/Finn, Brittany/Tina, Brittany/Puck, Brittany/Mercedes, Brittany/Santana, Brittany/Jane, Brittany/Jake,  Brittany/Dani,  I mean Brittany and all the sexytimes, really. Britt has a huge heart but isn’t necessarily seeking out for a romantic relationship.  

CHARACTER TWEETS:  This is especially important because you’re playing a celebrity, and they will definitely be using social media.

           @brittstein_bagels: Get in formation and get information!

           @brittstein_bagels: My turtle is not a ninja, but I still love him.                            #bestMomEvah

           @brittstein_bagels: Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles,                    leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of        hope. - Maya Angelou

BIOGRAPHY:

When the spotlight is all you know the attention never seems strange, at least that is how things were for Brittany Susan Pierce.

One fateful day, Whitney Pierce was out shopping for ceramics for an art piece she was working on, when a poster caught her eye. “Most Beautiful Baby”? The words escaped from her throat with a quiet sigh. It was a problematic thing really, beauty pageants for babies, but as she looked down at the giggling, blonde, blue eyed, bundle of joy attached to her front, she thought ‘why not’. Her husband, unlike her, thought the idea was brilliant when she semi-jokingly brought up the contest later that night. Whitney Pierce was artist, whose work barely sold at local fairs. Pearce Pierce was an aspiring motivational speaker, but since he hadn’t done anything particularly spectacular in life, the offers for his services weren’t exactly rolling in, so he made money selling Mary Kay products. Though Pearce’s sells were surprisingly higher than most would have thought the young family’s finance were pretty unstable. Winning a contest like that could mean starting a college fund for their little one.

At the tender age of nine-months-old Brittany Pierce won over the judges with her beauty but even more so, her already bright unique personality. She won the “most beautiful baby” contest and piqued the interest of a few talent agents. One agent in particular, Estelle Leonard, impressed the Pierces a great deal with her pitch and Brittany was signed with her a week later. A string of print modeling jobs followed and those jobs opened the door to commercials. Brittany’s joy translated so clearly to the camera and casting agents loved her. She was cast in a short lived sitcom at age three. The show’s writing and overall premise wasn’t well received by audiences and only lasted a season but Britt stole every scene was a buzz began to grow. She landed a role in a summer action blockbuster as the lead actor ’s young daughter and she loved every minute of it. From then on the parts just kept coming and growing in importance with respect to the project.

Brittany loved set life. Everyone was so nice to her, she got to play make believe, and there were always treats around. The only downfall tended to be the very noticeable lack of kids around. Chatting with adults sometimes bored Britt to tears so she’d find ways of entertaining herself. Her favorites tending to be finding books on complicated subjects and figuring them out as quickly as she could, reading fantastical stories that only expanded her already large imagination, or dancing around set to whatever top forty song was on the radio at the time. Though, she was kept extremely busy, and she had a new baby sister, she missed the hole left by not having friends her own age. That all changed when six year year old Brittany Pierce landed her first main character role in the Disney Channel sitcom Life on the Wild Side. It’s six year run came to a surprising (for Brittany at least) and heartbreaking end. It was difficult saying goodbye to the family she’d collected, especially Noah.

The cancellation Life on the Wild Side did not slow things down for Brittany at all because she  immediately landed a lead role in an ABC sitcom about a large blended family dealing with everyday life together. The show was an instant bonafide hit. Fame had took on a whole new level and she got a new TV family to love help with cure her sadness about the old one. Wishing on that shooting star definitely paid off.

Brittany saw the world in a unique way. There was magic everywhere and just because other people were entirely too jaded to see it didn’t mean that she couldn’t, and it certainly didn’t make her any less intelligent. In fact, Brittany had always been able to pick up everything she found interest in extremely quickly. That ranged from script lines, to dance step to complicated math equations. She spent the show’s hiatuses taking dance lessons, taking on new movie roles, and challenging her set teachers to challenge her. It became a sort of game, trying to find typical academic challenges that she couldn’t master. When Brittany was thirteen, the same year she graduated high school, one of her teachers brought in a Mensa admission test as a “farewell gift” and surprise, no surprise, Britt became a member.

After a 4 successful seasons, on Our Family, Brittany decided she needed a break. There were tears and heartfelt goodbyes, but in all honesty she was so exhausted she couldn’t think clearly most of the time. She’d decided earlier in the year that she wanted to give college a try. She wanted to experience life like most other people did, without photographers and crazy schedules and endless meetings with a bunch of old white dudes. Britt had a whole new life to look forward to.

Starting college as a famous sixteen year old was not easy, but Britt was up for the challenge. Eventually, she charmed the her fellow students and the professors. Most people liked her, though some were a bit mean, but she just chalked their cranky pants up to the fact that they probably hadn’t gotten laid in a very long time, their depression over never receiving their Hogwarts letter (she was a little sad about that herself), or plain old jealousy because it didn’t get much more awesome than her. College was over all everything she’d hoped for, even the difficult times. She had a diverse group of friends, she was learning new things about herself every day.

Brittany graduated from Stanford with an Applied and Engineering Physics degree. She felt accomplished but desperately missed performing. It had been something that tugged at her spirit for a while but she had to see that particular part of her journey she was on through. Britt moved to LA, contacted Estelle, her childhood agent and explained she was looking to get her feet wet again. While waiting to hear from Estelle, she took dance and improv classes to stretch some unused muscles. Getting the role on Performing The Arts seemed like the perfect opportunity. She’d be reentering the world of performing surrounded by newbies who were possibly as unsure as she was.

YOUR CHARACTER’S HEAD CANON FOR THEIR CHARACTER:

Olive is family oriented and very much rooted in her faith. It brings her peace knowing there is something bigger out there, a greater purpose. She isn’t preachy about it but she isn’t shy about it either if asked. She does a lot of charity with her family and her youth group, in fact, most of her time outside of school is spent doing something connected with her church. Though her faith is important to her she misses having a life outside of it. She sometimes wants to be a teen like everyone else, go to parties and waste time at the mall. It’s hard for her to express that without feeling like she is betraying her faith so she just stays on her personal path most traveled. Sometimes her frustrations with having to defend her beliefs gets to her. She generally doesn’t let the other kids get to her, but having strong beliefs can be isolating and that can be difficult to deal with. Olive is struggling with finding a balance and figuring out if she is as whole person outside of “Extra Virgin Olive Oil.”