#roleplays of time

[bigboobyhalo]

the anger inside of me

[prokopetz]

Low-level Dungeons & Dragons adventure where a village is being extorted by a "fearsome lich" which ultimately turns out to be a regular, non-animated skeleton being puppeted with rods and strings by a group of very sneaky goblins.

[collegeboysam]

assad zaman you'll manifest this one for yourself.

[wraithwen]

tongues & teeth

[spades-suit]

They make me so ill

(From three-eyed hex's amazing animation)

[scurvyboy]

he forgor

[weevmo]

totally not based on something I said to my 'friends' during a round of mario karts

[antivoiid]

killer and dust get caught hate flirting ( beating eachother . )

[jess-tra]

this in stars and time roblox roleplay shit is getting srs 😭

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Halloween! 🧼🥩🎃

[ivytea]

goldfish orchid tea

[littlescribbs]

Some greddie fluff sprinkled with smoochies 😘

[prokopetz]

What's your favorite use of time travel in a game?

[celestialprompt]

⭒⭒⭑⭒ -- 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀: FIRST TIMES (sfw), part 1

remember you can send 'reverse' to switch the roles ! other parts will be posted here.

ANGRY receiver is angry at sender for the first time BED receiver and sender share a bed for the first time CAR receiver shares a ride with sender for the first time COOKING receiver cooks for sender for the first time CRYING receiver sees sender crying for the first time DATE receiver asks sender out on a date for the first time DRUNK receiver drunk calls/texts sender for the first time FLOWERS receiver gives sender flowers for the first time HAND receiver touches sender’s hand for the first time HEARTFELT receiver sends sender a heartfelt text/audio for the first time HUG receiver hugs sender for the first time HURT receiver sees sender hurt for the first time HOME receiver goes to sender’s home for the first time MESS receiver sees sender in a messy state for the first time JOURNAL receiver writes about sender in their journal for the first time SAFE receiver feels safe around sender for the first time SEEN receiver sees sender for the first time SICK receiver sees sender sick for the first time SNOOZE receiver falls asleep on sender for the first time SUN receiver and sender watch the sunrise together for the first time TEXT receiver texts sender first after a long silence for the first time UPSET receiver sends sender an upset text/audio for the first time

[faerygardens]

I cannot count the number of times this has happened, maybe minecraft youtubers should stop playing pranks on each other and it’ll stop all this war and betrayal idk

[herpartnerintime]

I miss the days I didn’t even know there were asshole creeps in the world. Max thought, thinking of how innocent she and Chloe had been before before that fateful day in 2008. She and Chloe had been so carefree and innocent. She had been so sheltered too, so blissfully unaware of the evil in the world. How she wished they could go back sometimes... and just live in those carefree happy memories forever where nothing bad had ever happened to either of them.

But they couldn’t, and she couldn’t forget the evil she had faced. “Sorry, I really do need to give you more credit. With my partner in crime by my side, I know I don’t need to worry.” She meant it. She felt safe with Chloe, and hoped Chloe felt safe with her too. 

Chloe thinking it would scare her, hearing what she would do, just further showed how she had changed. Her old self would have been repulsed by such talk. But Chloe didn’t know, not really, what Max had seen. She wasn’t innocent 13 year old Max anymore, or even innocent 18 year old September Max. 

She didn’t know she had watched Jefferson get shot in the head and hadn’t cared. Hadn’t felt anything but relief he was dead. She had seen it happen, when she’d told David the truth, that Jefferson had killed Chloe. She’d watched David kill him. And she’d rewinded it, to spare David the anguish because she was going to save Chloe and he didn’t need to know, he didn’t need too, it hurt to much seeing him distraught, and Joyce didn’t need to know either, but she had needed to see it. To see Jefferson die. At least once. For killing Chloe. For killing Rachel. For killing Victoria. And hurting Kate. For every girl he’d ever hurt. For Chloe most of all. 

She wasn’t sure she even wanted to admit that to Chloe. She hated knowing Jefferson was alive in this reality, behind bars sure, but alive. He must know she had survived, must have seen her name and Chloe’s among the tiny list of survivors. What did he make of that, she wondered? What if he got out someday? Would he want her back in his Dark Room?

Stop it Max. Stop it. He’s going to be in prison for life. He has no powers. He’s never getting out.

She dropped him from her mind to focus on what Chloe was saying about her being kinkier than she thought, which made her blush.

“Okay, I am so not kinky,” she says, “More like I’m so vanilla, I’d probably bore you.” And now she was back to worrying about that. God she was so over the place, all the time. Chloe was such a punk. She was so... lame in comparison. What if she was lame in that regard too? She bet Rachel hadn’t been vanilla. Had anyone with Chloe been like that? 

“More like hearing you get all worked up and protective is hella hot, that’s all.” God her face is burning up.

She heard her stomach rumble again, she was so damn hungry. It was starting to feel like torture, kinda like how it felt like torture that she was heating up with desire for Chloe again. God she wasn’t used to all this. How could she be so all over the place at once? 

“Maybe you can get all protectively creative and hot over breakfast,” she says, her fingers squeezing Chloe’s hand, keeping eye contact with Chloe, even though a part of her wanted to look away to hide how red her face was getting.

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“Just wishing we could go and build that pirate fort and keep the world out,” Max says as she watches the man walk past, “So I could relax and stop thinking some man is going to sneak up behind me again and drug me and shoot you and kidnap me…”

She squeezed Chloe’s hand again to anchor herself. Relax Max. You’re safe. Chloe’s safe. Stop freaking yourself out. 

“I have to remember I have my bodyguard with me,” she managed to smile, thinking of that conversation they’d had on the swings when they were younger, about how Chloe would be her bodyguard when they left Arcadia to go on adventures. Maybe she was the one with super powers, but Chloe was way more intimidating than she was, and it made her feel safer having her punk best friend - now her punk girlfriend, by her side.

Girlfriend. A thrill flashed through her once again, helping melt away the anxiety a little. Chloe had felt the same way she did. Loved her as more than a friend. They were really officially more than best friends… And just like that some of the earlier heat began returning to her body.

“As my hot punk bodyguard girlfriend maybe you can tell me what you’d do to anyone who tried to hurt me again to calm down your overly anxious girlfriend,” she says playfully as they started walking again. Trying to further lighten the mood, and yet she couldn’t deny to herself she actually wanted to hear the answer. She knew she hadn’t been very subtle about how anxious and downright paranoid she could be now, always feeling on guard when they left their hotel room or got out of Chloe’s truck. She couldn’t shake away the memory of Jefferson sneaking up behind her and plunging the needle into her neck, and watching Chloe die, helpless to rewind it, or being tied up with Jefferson in the Dark Room. She wanted to hear what Chloe would do to remind herself Chloe wouldn’t let anything happen to her again. “Feel free to be creative and passionate about your answer.”

God, hadn’t she not so long ago gotten angry at Chloe for having a gun? Hadn’t she been horrified at herself for pulling the trigger on Frank? And yet here she was, wanting to hear Chloe talk about the non peaceful ways she would protect her.

And who was she kidding? Protective Chloe was hot. And maybe she wanted to distract herself with that.

The unease with the situation became a rock that lodged in Chloe’s throat. Behind Max’s words, as soft-spoken as they were, laid a truth so heavy that it could sink through to the core of the Earth. Chloe, thankfully, didn’t remember that night like Max did. Her memories stopped at the Vortex Club party and continued into the night, but at no point in time did they go to the junkyard. There was no night-stalking against wreckage and trash only for her to end up with a bullet between her eyes. However, just because her own memories and experiences left that part out didn’t mean that Max was able to forget ever seeing it. It was like a terrible nightmare that came to life before her and, unlike normal nightmares, it wasn’t so easy to forget.

“Luckily, the world isn’t completely full of asshole creeps…” Chloe continued to mutter, her glare glancing up again to cut into the man’s back as he disappeared around the corner to where the elevators were. As soon as he was gone she re-focused again on Max and stayed there. Max’s mood seemed to improve even with him out of sight for a few seconds. A tentative smirk curled the left side of her mouth for a second. “Yeah, give me some credit, will ya?” she said, her tone joking but affectionate, “You know I wouldn’t let someone hurt you if I was there.”

The nagging feeling in her head, though, said otherwise. Sure, she would protect Max to the ends of the Earth, to the end of her life, but she wasn’t as brave as she always gave herself credit for. She was a chicken. She hid behind her anger and stolen weaponry in order to evoke fear in other’s which meant she wouldn’t have to feel it for herself. 

Max’s mood only seemed to improve as they started walking further down the hallway. The request that Max made, however, sat strangely in Chloe’s stomach. She could be quite creative with any answer that she could give Max. She could be graphic about what she might do if someone laid a finger on her, if someone tried so much as to touch her let alone harm her like Jeffershit had, but she wasn’t sure that Max really wanted to know just how far she might be willing to take things to defend her. Max was, after all, still Max. No matter how much she went through, was it really going to be okay to let her know just what she’d dreamt of doing to Jefferson in retribution…? And, in addition to that, would Max really be comfortable hearing the extremes of what Chloe would go to for her, or would that destroy the fragile foundation that their relationship had barely begun to lay?

Chloe swallowed against the rock in her throat that still hadn’t dislodged. Neither option was a good one and she had to choose. She stopped in the hall and tugged once on Max’s hand, urging her to stop. Her face looked sullen and serious, a look that seemed disconcerting on Chloe’s normal features which were more devil-may-care. “I can be plenty creative,” she said, looking Max dead in the eyes, “But… After everything… I’m worried that’ll scare you.” It wasn’t a laughing matter, not after everything they had been through. Her lips tightened together into a flat line before she sighed. “Didn’t realize that hearing about torture and violence would calm down your nerves. You’re kinkier than I thought, Caulfield,” she said, her tone slightly warmer than before. Maybe playing it off as a joke would be the best recourse for them. 

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