#pls rp with me

[danger-tits-lute]

{ info from the playbill below }

OKAY. LISTEN. GIRLY. WHY IS YOUR INFO CLASSIFIED???? What are we not allowed to know about you?? It’s driving me insane. Is there some sort of secret or is this funny haha jokes. STOP BEING SO MYSTERIOUS.

I love how Lute is mentioned in Adam’s description. Like. For someone who wants all the attention and to boast about himself nonstop he always includes her and that’s really cute. Like they are so attached at the hip mans can’t even have playbill info to himself. 😂

It’s not just he’s coming. It’s him AND Lute. Just so we’re all aware, they are coming together. He has to make sure everyone knows Lute is gunna be with him. They’re never more than 5 feet apart I guess lol. Where he goes she goes. Boy is clingy af.

Ma’am that’s my emotional support lieutenant. (Adam at sera probably)

ANYWAY. Who wants to rp clingy Adam with me today. I need it.

[funkysmlix]

Doodles of my Tf2 Oc, Nurse ( ANNDD NOOO he wasn't suppose to look like he's in love w sniper in the Pic above, he's DEATHLY afraid of him PLSSS LOLL TOXIC YAOI)

I wanna do more stuff with him, but I don't got anybody to do it w at the moment

Here's him sobbing in Joseph(my grn scout)'s arms.

My favorite victims fr, I have an entire Google doc about him and I'd love to share and rant and draw and-

Pls hit me up if you're interested on discord or tumblr

[billandtheaxolotl]

LOOK AXY!! ITS THE PITTS!!

Heh.. You always make me laugh Cipher…

YOU SHOULD TRY SOME FRILLS

I suppose so..

[spellbound-nene]

December 27th - Entry #1

I found an empty journal in my bag. I don't know how It got there but it's nice to have.

My name is Nene Kusanagi, and apparently I'm stuck in a video game. I don't know how it happened, it just happened. Nonetheless, I'm here, and I don't know when I'll get out.

Before I got here I preformed in a theatre troupe called Wonderlands x Showtime with Emu Tsukasa, and Rui. They were all a bit chaotic for me at first, but now it feels like I took them for granted now that I'm all alone somewhere I can't navigate and now I actually... miss them.

I'll find my way around this place...

"why am I writing to a book like it's gonna talk back to me..."

Ooc!! 🌈✩‧₊˚

Heyo heyo heyo! I'm Kel! (aka @/neeneheart everywhere) (Everywhere as in tiktok, twitter, discord)

I decided to make a roleplay blog because I was bored and it sounded fun (and to also improve my social skills but I think that's minor)

Additional notes

I'm not GOOD good with rp so I might be inactive, nervous, or slightly ooc but I'm trying my best!

I want rp partners. Pls pls pls pls pls don't be afraid to dm and ask to rp pspspssps cmere cmere

I'll probably make a discord if I need to but I won't rp there, just tumblr

Tags

#🌱 - main story

#🎮 - Nene's Pov / inc

#🌈 - Kel / ooc

#🌊 - starter

#🪻- in rp

#🌻- journal entries

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INT and DNI

INT!

pjsk fans

Nene kusanagi lovers (ilhersm Neneneen)

roleplayers... please

Idfk anyone who's not on the DNI

DNI Please!

Basic DNI

Roleplaying antis ofc

NSFW accs

That's all for now, but I will be updating this over time. Bye! Please rp with me

[half-a-phantom]

ooc post;

do people still care about this side-blog lol

i haven't gotten any notifs on it in a long time

perhaps i should reach out more to others

[scealaiscoite]

‧₊˚ 🏠 ✩ domestic prompts

¹⁾ a basket of laundry left in a doorway

²⁾ a sticky note on a pillow

³⁾ colourful fridge magnets

⁴⁾ a laden clothesline

⁵⁾ plates of fresh-cut fruit

⁶⁾ towels warm from the dryer

⁷⁾ the whistle of a kettle

⁸⁾ messy bedsheets

⁹⁾ books stacked on a nightstand

¹⁰⁾ a cupboard of mismatched mugs

¹¹⁾ fresh-brewed tea

¹²⁾ a sink full of dishes

¹³⁾ pictures lined up on a mantlepiece

¹⁴⁾ sun-warmed floorboards

¹⁵⁾ odd socks

¹⁶⁾ overflowing paper grocery bags

¹⁷⁾ a steamed-up bathroom mirror

¹⁸⁾ dinner left in the oven to keep warm

¹⁹⁾ a porcelain teapot

²⁰⁾ mismatched cutlery

²¹⁾ potted herb plants lined up on a windowsill

²²⁾ a stocked bar cart

²³⁾ a teeming closet

²��⁾ cold tiles

²⁵⁾ a shared bath

²⁶⁾ rooms decorated with trinkets

²⁷⁾ a jewellery dish

²⁸⁾ shoes left by a doorway

²⁹⁾ a faded portrait in an old frame

³⁰⁾ soft lamplight

³¹⁾ the drone of a ceiling fan

³²⁾ homemade lemonade

³³⁾ a messy makeup vanity

³⁴⁾ faded coasters

³⁶⁾ lit candles

³⁷⁾ frayed couch cushions

³⁸⁾ a blanket draped over a sleeping form

³⁹⁾ creaky stairs

⁴⁰⁾ fresh-cut timber

⁴¹⁾ an overgrown garden

⁴²⁾ a spare room

⁴³⁾ a medicine cabinet

⁴⁴⁾ jasmine bath salts

⁴⁵⁾ soft pyjamas

⁴⁶⁾ bare feet on cold floorboards

⁴⁷⁾ sunday dinners

⁴⁸⁾ post scattered under the letterbox

⁴⁹⁾ family photos

⁵⁰⁾ an old armchair

⁵¹⁾ scrawled-on calendars

⁵²⁾ a roaring fireplace

⁵³⁾ reminders stuck to the fridge

⁵⁴⁾ boardgames

⁵⁵⁾ a dusty attic

⁵⁶⁾ smoke curling out of a chimney

⁵⁷⁾ evenings on the porch

⁵⁸⁾ a record player

⁵⁹⁾ tangled chargers

⁶⁰⁾ a chipped bathtub

⁶¹⁾ a silver serving tray

⁶²⁾ souvenir shot glasses

⁶³⁾ a blackout

⁶⁴⁾ movie nights

⁶⁵⁾ a late dinner party

⁶⁶⁾ half-finished crochet projects

⁶⁷⁾ a loose thread on a sweater

⁶⁸⁾ dog leads hung by the door

⁶⁹⁾ a leaning coatrack

⁷⁰⁾ a grocery list

⁷¹⁾ patterned dishes

⁷²⁾ bright teatowels

⁷³⁾ an empty drawer

⁷⁴⁾ vhs tapes

⁷⁵⁾ documentary reruns

[chaotichyacinth]

The Last Good Day.

[powder-ask]

Well, my little ladybug seems to enjoy passing time with us ! This picture was taken by my dad by the way, the big softie he is 💓

(OOC : HERE IS THE ORIGINAL ARTIST GO CHECK THEM OUT, I DO NOT OWN THIS ART)

[lostwcnderlands]

status -> open to all human/human verse characters 25+! *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! age gaps are welcome* you do not have to match length!

setting -> your muse is a new recruit to a secret doomsday cult that my muse is heavily affiliated with. part of the incitation involves a confession of your sins, and having depictions of the worst 3 tattooed to your skin. my muse is the one with the tattoo gun. this will likely contain triggering content so be advised. religious/dark horror themes will be present moving forward!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

there was a precise, methodical ritual when it came to the preparation of the ink && it's accompanying gun. needles selected with care, lights dimmed everywhere but the adjustable overhead so there was little to distract josiah from his work. just him, the skin, and the release of haunting sin.

he'd done this a hundred times already. their group was small, but growing; the world around them darkening, with more lost souls craving acceptance, forgiveness, salvation, rescue. to have a way out of the dark, and into the light. to survive the pending doom that would topple everything back down to the ground. honestly, josiah couldn't wait. the depiction of flames, a raging fire that engulfed everything in it's wake, were etched in ink across his chest, only just barely peeking through now from under the neckline as he leaned down, sanitizing the gun in silence. one of his own sins - the hunger for destruction. for chaos. it was what he liked to call lust, written over his chest where his heart would be.

not lust for the pleasure of the body - though he fell victim to that, too. but instead, what josiah craved deeper, what really got his blood pumping through his veins, what really could bring the man to his knees... watching it all burn. && most importantly, being the one to hold the flame that set it all ablaze.

but tonight, it was not hellfire he wielded. instead, just an artist's tool, and the gentle whirring of the machine mimicked that of the crackle of fire in distant memories. he'd not properly looked at the subject yet - now finding them in the blurry haze of the targeted light. there was an intimacy to this ritual. it was when they would become redeemed. their worst mistakes plainly written (and by his hand, oh, how the power almost could tingle through his bones.) " this step is called the repentance. you tell me your worst three sins, and we'll face them together. you have to wear them, to be cleansed. to be set free. "

[shhhsecretsideblog]

You can't be pushing now. I lean forward and maneuver my hand so I can get my fingers into your pussy. You squirm as my fingers go through your swollen, then a small whimper when my two fingers reach my cervix. You're 10 centimeters. I hide my fear as best I can. If you pushed, this baby was going to shoot through you fast. My mind races, searching for any solution that the OB handbooks and websites listed. Most of them involved drugs that we obviously didn't have. Dehydration and sitting so baby was being pulled down probably weren't helping you, but it wouldn't matter if you thought you could and should push. Make up my mind right there. You don't want our baby on a plane and I'd make it so you didn't as best as I could.

"Resist pushing."

"I don't think I can anym-"

"Don't push you're only 7 centimeters dilated. You can make it, ok," I snap and grasp your hand. "Trust me."

You look at me for a moment then nod. Your eyes were watery, red. It hurts to lie to you like this.

"My love, if you can, I need you to shift on your side. It should slow contractions, for a bit maybe."

We just have to hope the stewards don't notice. You shift slightly, you can't fit your bump between the arm rests but I hope the shift in position is enough. I give you my water and dab the sweat from your brow.

~~~

The changed position didn't last long. The stewards reprimanded us for being in unsafe positioning and had you back in your seat proper after two hours. I have no idea if it helped but last time I checked you the head had only moved a bit in your canal. Your breathing was low, deep, and hastening as you resisted the urge to push. Your face squenches hard, but you maintain the facade of the uncomfortable pregnant lady to the stewards when they pass.

I keep lying about how slow your dialation is with the hope it would help with your resistance. We're so close now. So close...

[Part I]

It was our first baby, my first pregnancy, I didn’t know what to expect… but oh god the pressure. I didn’t expect so much pressure. I did my best to breath through the contractions, which felt constant at this stage, barely any time between them.

I was panting through my nose and groaning behind my closed mouth. My legs were wide apart in the narrow chair, my bump sat heavily between my thighs and brushed against the damp cushion. As I held my contracting dome with both hands, I ignored the overwhelming desire to push. You said I was only 7.5cms dilated, you told me I wasn’t ready to push, and I put all my faith and trust in you, unable to think of anything besides my breathing. And holding off from pushing.

Even though I was not dilated enough, the baby felt like it was one push away from coming out. It felt like the head was right there, bulging my lips, but it couldn’t be. I wasn’t dilated enough for that. Breathe. Don’t push. Breath. Don’t push.

My head lolled onto your shoulder, my body exhausted and trembling. You wrapped your arms over my bump before one hand disappeared beneath my shorts.

“Ohhhhh babe I really need to p-pushhhh….” I whimpered as you examined me again.

“Not yet, you’re not dilated enough.” You assured and kissed the side of my sweaty face.

“A-are you s-sure?” I panted quietly. “It feels like it’s coming outttttt…..mnghhhhh!” Suddenly I’m pushing.

“No! Stop pushing!” You cried and put your hand between my legs again.

“I can’t help it- oh fuck nghhhhhh!”

“Ok if you need to push, just small pushes. Quietly.” You say and I can feel the counter pressure you're making at my opening. But I don’t question it, consumed by the green light you gave me to push.

My chin is on my chest, my arms are grabbing the arm rests, and I bear down silently spreading my legs wider.

“Oh it’s coming out…” I gasp.

“No it’s not.” You say confidently, before adding under your breath “I won’t let it.”

[swevenish]

RIDDLE SCHOOL RARARARARAAA

[rosicheeks]

Teacher’s pet 😌

[official-bunbun]

Was sent the template for this and went into a 5 hour hyperfocus finishing this in one sitting, enjoy <3

[timbits-drake]

is it wrong to be craving for a nice hot flat white at 3:14am?

[uhhlifeig]

The Cave in Hogsmeade - Nov. 6 - word count: 365 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus pushed his way through the thicket, the damp air clinging to him as he neared the mouth of the cave. 

He took a deep breath, steadying himself as he called out.

“Sirius?”

A beat of silence passed, and for a moment, he feared his ex-lover wasn’t there- that he had merely been a hallucination. Just like the others. 

Then, from within the darkness, a thin figure emerged, eyes hollow and haunted. 

Sirius’s hair was tangled, matted in places, and his cheeks were gaunt- the shadows were carved deep into his face by the weight of years lost and the cruel bite of Azkaban.

“Moony,” he croaked, and the name hit Remus like a curse and a blessing all at once.

“I brought you some food,” the younger man said, lifting a small parcel. 

He stepped forward, offering the bundle, and Sirius took it after some hesitation, fingers trembling as he took the food, eyes darting to Remus as if afraid that even this small gesture might be snatched away. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. There was a hollowness to his voice, an exhaustion that only could be fixed by everlasting sleep.

“And so am I,” Remus replied, tears in the corner of his eyes. He wanted to reach out, to hold Sirius- but what once was no longer existed.

Sirius sat down heavily on the cave floor, breaking off a piece of bread from the bundle. He made no move to eat it, however, staring blankly at the professor instead.

“It’s worse, you know, out here,” he said suddenly. “At least in Azkaban, I didn’t have to see how much I’d lost.”

Remus sank to the floor across from him, searching Sirius’s face, desperate to find some trace of the reckless boy who’d once made him feel loved. 

All he saw was a man who had been broken and stitched back together with nothing but regret. 

“We lost so much,” the werewolf whispered, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. “But I thought... I thought I lost you to him.”

That made Sirius crack a humorless grin. “Moony, you’d never lose me. Not even if the moon fell and the stars died.”

“Promise?”

“Always.”

(im alive!!!)

[invisiwhere]

hey to the guy who threw out their old books in the school bins instead of giving them to me, i just dug through the school bins to get them