#rp: get in the cab

[kylo-wrecked]

Two worlds. Two shits Ben doesn't—shouldn't—give. Bronzite gaze in reverse, two eyes veering off 'Jake,' washing over the loose sketch of himself in the windshield, slipping onto the triptych city. Put the black rum away. Put the bottle down. Two voices in an airlock brain. Just one, really. One throwing itself against a flat black antechamber. Echoing.

The shapes don't twist themselves into words. They did, those word-shapes might sound like 

Lay off already. '                        ' {Lay off already.} Stop being angry.' '                         ' {Stop being angry.} Stop it. '           ' {Stop it.} Make it stop. '                    '  {Make it stop.}

Really, there’s no second voice to tell him 'no.' There's no voice that says, 'Listen.' No voice that says, 'Hey, dickwad, your phone's ringing.’

Ben almost misses that, too. Confuses the persistent buzzing in his tight, designer pocket with brain static. Left hand leaves right arm behind. Leaves a bruise, four white moons. And he tells Rachel, in a sable business-calm, if they don't want him, get LCD Soundsystem. Finally, he kills the buzzing and slides the dead hand mirror onto the dashboard. Deja vu.

Manhattan weaves around the cab, ticking off its own meter in the language of bodies, light, bokeh. Holding all its hollows and ridges together in a Stygian web. Melting pot his ass. And 'Jake.' Ben watches him drive, hit the signals, smack the steering wheel, mulling over the 'spiel' he's not getting and the 'deal' that he is. 

'Sometimes, we don't know who we are.'

Ben unlocks his forearm then, flexes his fingers in the Chambers mosaic. Colors of courthouse stone, scaffolding, fruit stands, dogs and people barking, Checkers. Because nothing screams New York City like Taylor, Michigan. 

"Jake," Ben starts, sotto voce, icing the air quotes off his name with a certain coldness possessed only by him and a witch's tit. "Let's turn back a few pages. Matter 'fact, let's review the table of contents."

Turns the arm bruise against leather and presses his cheek into the headrest's edge. 

"One: you don't know me. You just think you do."

And there's but that one point, a quiet point. A so quiet you can't feel it draw the blood point. A so quiet you can hear a pin drop point. Rest of the body yet to be bled. Rest of the book yet to be writ. 

The next song dances in greys. Funeral chanting, even though it's just Charles Mingus and his piano. He turns again and Ben's leonine profile greys, too. Abstracts in thought. Cubist chewing off his own angles as Max Weber buildings shift in traffic. 

"I don't like 'missing' facts, and I don't like being spared," he says, so low Ben almost can't hear himself. "If there's more…" 

Give it to him. 

@silverjetsystm

Listening is roots away from hearing. Jake’s not even sure if he himself is hearing between pressurized draining from ear to throat. Tink tink tink rattling his brainpan, background vocals uncannily morbid, as haunting as Ben’s flat motor oil eyes. Up and coming headache on the horizon, black storm clouds.

Ben’s hurt, drowning in a shit answer, a wrong play. Drowning enough to toss a fact into Jake’s seat. ‘Don’t feel remorse….Don’t like it…’ Factoid goes through the plexi-glass divider to where he feels Mr. Wall Street primly seatbelted like another passenger in the cab.

Neon blues cycle through the office, obscuring framed movie posters, a cassette tape in the tray.

Vocals reminiscent of game over sounds bring finality to blank dead face. Throat grumbles, arms closing off the conversation. Pedestrians continue their pilgrimage, stare though the bars at the view. The cab is another part of the great body.

Play again? Drop the divider? Let Grant do cleanup?

Yes. Naw. His cab, his rules.

Black rum is a mixologist’s wet dream. Got to watch out for the cheats who make young rum look old. Fake colors instead of real molasses. Jake’s the third alter, the oldest in mental age and self-perception. B”H, they have a thick head of hair.

“See.” Sniffing, cap brim pointed up. Grey light throws deeper crow’s eyes. “This ‘s happened before. Not --” small gesture close to the wheel. Baseball glove leather jacket and statue of indeterminate origin, “Exactly like this. I’ll spare you the whole spiel. Can’t unring knowing. If ya feeling cheated and lied to, I don’t blame you neither. I’m trying to give you --”

Slow down. Checks the rearview. Turn signal clicks twice and he seizes the chance, cutting in front of a Tesla. Horn blares. Laugh lines stretch further on Jake too.

{Floaties.} [Absolutely not.] “A life vest. A map on ‘what’s the deal.’ I reckon you’re close to getting it but got a few key facts all mixed up.” Oh, he’s going to get driven into the railings. Grant rubs his temples. “Missing. Missing. It sounds like a cop out but it’s true. I don’t remember what Grant does a good three-fourths of the time. Grant don’t remember what I do neither. Sometimes, we don't know who we are or are some combination of us. We live in two different worlds.”

@kylo-wrecked

[dr-fizzovich]

The Inanimate Insanity roleplay is the weirdest and freakiest Roblox game and no other game can compare to it. Inanimate insanity RP is just... pure insanity. You're most likely going to find young ii fans raised on DeviantArt or TikTok arguing over stupid silly things. Or maybe the goofiest roleplays ever. Cabby chasing MePhone X, trying to convince it to get into her bottom drawer, also known as "the cab". Paper and Lightbulb discussing emojicats while MePhone4 is spamming "I HATE EMOJICATS!!" behind their backs. "Tabley", also known as just Floory, on a table. Test Tube having a seizure and then gaining self-awareness. Balloon yelling out "HI HANDSOME TISSUES!! HI HANDSOME MEPHONE4!!". None of this happened in Inanimate Insanity itself and none will. But it's funny to watch.

[demigod-jack-hearth]

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(mental health issues, SH, suicidal mentions, SA, occasionally gore, swearing)

Family is the most important thing

Name: Jack Hearth she/her

Age: 17. Birthday= 16th December

Sexuality : pansexual

Height : 6"2 (WOOOO, growth spurt)

Gender : female (jack's gone fully fem)

Pronouns : she/her

Godly parent: none/adopted by Hestia @unproblematic-hestia

Legacy of @bast-the-best26 (Egyptian goddess of cats)

Relationship status : single

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warm orange eyes, swimmers build, celestial bronze hand

Fatal flaw: low self-esteem + personal loyalty

Backstory :

parents died in a car crash, and she was chased by hellhounds, this is where Hestia found and saved her life, she then named her, her champion even if she is mortal, she then helped her get to CHB where she stayed for 6 years, before moving to CJ after the second giant war. She now moves between camps quite often

Powers : fire manipulation, can heal with fire, fire immunity, can summon food, charmspeak, manipulate love, enhanced agility, enhanced senses, partially immortal, plant manipulation, emotion manipulation, can communicate with cats, hydrokinetic, can speak with snakes, can sense monsters, can shapeshift, can control the winds, heals from moonlight, more energy from the moon, can cause someone to go insane, can communicate with dragons, can slightly control dragons, can create hallucinations

Parents : dead

Adopted by

@unproblematic-hestia = mom

@damiedantediane = dad

@mache-of-greece = mama

Siblings :

@thegroovydaughterofhestia

@unfortunate-daughter-of-hestia

@iceweavercatlover

Kids

Face claim :

Cat form

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I also run the blog @in-this-together-forever @jacks-best-kid @snowflake-spawn @the-olympus-assassin

OCC is gender fluid - please use they/them unless I've specified

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[pregnantroleplayer]

[F4A] Hello I am looking for a detailed and dominant dom who is into pregnancy and filthy and dirty kinks and who is down to do a pregnancy rp,

Hello there so for my plot I was thinking you could be a taxi driver who is out working late Christmas Eve and is making most of the mad rush of people wanting to get home and go out and get drunk, I was thinking you could spot me a heavily pregnant woman single and on her own on a cold dark winter night trying to get a cab. You pull up and offer me to come with you and maybe you take a detour and say you break down and we are miles from the nearest car repair shop ,

[inga-don-studio]

It’s so warm in my apartment that the polymer clay is getting really soft really fast. I’m trying to avoid overworking the clay to glorified mush but he’s starting to look Fred-shaped! Finally feel good about stepping away and grabbing dinner while this guy goes to sit in the fridge to solidify a little. Wish I could join him…

🎂

[miidnighters]

🌵✨🌹🌴🪵!!!!

TIME FOR SOME POSITIVITY!

send 🌵 and i'll recommend a canon rp blog

On the whole, I don't actually write with that many canons but first cab off the rank here absolutely has to be @recitedemise. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, but if Dean came to me and confessed to secretly having been Gale's writer on the game, I would not be surprised. The depth with which they understand the character, the language and word choice they use - it's all so spectacular and I'm blown away by it every time.

send ✨ and i'll recommend a multimuse blog

It's gotta be my main bae @sorrowsick. I don't do mains but if I did Elliot would probably be top of the list. All of his character concepts are so unique and interesting and no matter which combination of characters we pit together, there's always something interesting going on - whether it's romantic or antagonistic or Rosie-flavoured insane. An absolutely amazing set of characters.

send 🌹 and i'll recommend a blog that makes me happy

I'm going to pick @fangmother for this one - not only do I love Hunter and think Rainer is the best thing since sliced bread, the thing about this blog that makes me happy specifically is when Hunter makes posts like "Today Rainer did too much ket and passed out in a 7-11 in an open ice cream fridge" or whatever, because they're SO out of pocket and they give such interesting insight into the character and tbh they make me laugh whenever I see one.

send 🌴 and i'll recommend a blog i haven't spoken to yet but admire from afar

Another tricky one, because I don't tend to let things linger too often if I can help it. Though, @avernusfuries, I have been watching your threads for a little while now trying to figure out how to get in there with you because I love your writing! We have chucked a couple comments each other's way OOC but we should definitely get something going!

send 🪵 and i'll say a positive thing about my own blog

Haha okay, I've always thought my strongest suit is character creation, and from that I think my character voices are all really strong. I work really hard on things like word choice or even here I put emphasis to make sure that they all sound defined and unique.

[mythrite]

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Things that I will be posting about currently because I think the neuros diverged:

My OCs, Ghost (the band), Sleep Token, Hollywood Undead, Call of Duty (BOCW, BO6, MWII, Shadow Company OCs)

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[ABOUT MYTHRITE]

INTP apparently, if that matters to you.

Stuff I like (Games and Content Creators and Creations): Call of Duty, Phighting, Regretevator, Minecraft, Generation Loss, Ranboo, The animation meme community, The SCP Foundation, Stardew Valley, Pressure

Music I like: Hollywood Undead, The Neighbourhood, Death Cab for Cutie, The Indie Quad (Will Wood, Lemon Demon, Jack Stauber, Tally Hall), Cavetown, Arctic Monkeys, Mother Mother, MISSIO, IDKHOW, Ghost, Sleep Token, Bunch of other people Stuff I wanna do in my lifetime: Cosplay, Airsoft, Some sort of film work, Go to a concert of a band I like (HU primarily), animate something

[thatposidengirly]

Day 3:

I met two really cool demigods named Sunny and Ace! They both were also trying to get to camp, so we took the Gray Sisters cab to camp. Yes, you heard that right! After 3 days of documentation, a stress inducing cab ride, and a pack of gummy sharks and a monster energy drink, I am at camp! Just got past the really cool pine tree too. So far my little Greek Myth nerd heart is freaking out because of how cool this place looks!! Hopefully I have half siblings here lol.

@sunny-child-of-apollo @acezinspace

Ooc: anyone know any Percy RP blogs or have one? Cause I will happily be your half sister lol.

[aby55-of-the-ab5o1ute]

ah..

that's whats up..

the depression is depressioning..

we've.. lost a lot/almost all our interest for CAB cause we haven't felt inspired or motivated to do anything for it and we.. haven't been asked about it for like.. a long time for the most part..

and also we've lost a lot of will to draw.. not all obvs cause we just drew that solver J but... we couldn't get ourself to do our regular way of drawing...

mph...

I'm sorry for like.. anybody who's waiting on us for like.. anything..

the thread going on with the Cantor blogs.. any of our rp blogs with asks... etc...

I'm sorry....

I don't.. I can't excuse us not doing crap for them..

but we do.. have depression and often we get super hyperfixated on stuff but lose motivation pretty quickly.. basically like throwing all your fuel into a fire and then it can't keep burning cause theres no more fuel so once it runs its course it's over..

I'm sorry... genuinely.. for this blog being overflowed with vents.. for our other blogs being dead... for us.. not.. doing a lot..

I'm sorry...

[kylo-wrecked]

Ben waves his cigarette and snorts. "Eh, you're all mixed up." Takes a drag all the way down to the cork filter until the paper is an ash pillar. Wind takes the flakes on a ride.

He's come to the brink and back so many times one would think he could afford to look a little tired for the second so-called resurrection. One would think. But why worry? Why not walk? Why not walk off Pier 11 until he sinks to the bottom of that dirty trail of backwash they call a river and keep going, catch the Mariana on his way down? 

Ben smiles wistfully in the direction of the sun and flicks his cigarette butt through a sewer grate. 

He recites, unprompted: "'In a crucible of bone, snake tears mixed with herbs.'"

No resurrections. No second chances. 

—🌖—

Ben's apartment is what money looked like in the days of the old gods, spliced and rehashed by space-age architects. By no means a living quarter or, in any case, a place a person would call home. The door opens with a keycard tap. 

He ignores mirrors like he avoids camera lenses and, often, people. He doesn't shrug Jake off in this way, but he doesn't return to himself until a beat after the elevator doors have swept shut after them. 

"Get back?" he says. Eventually. Too slow. Too obvious. His lips quirk anyway. Though, no smiles. "Aw, come on. I wouldn't dream of leaving you alone up here."

The front door hisses behind them, too. Locks click into place, and Ben shadows a semi-arched wall into what could only be a living space for Pierre Cardin's dummies. A hint of shibari lining the inside of his jacket as he slips it off. Ben makes a somber art piece while he lays it on a low Eames, and it drips over the edge like one of Dali's clocks.  

There's one other door that seems to see any use, as the scuff marks on that glossed white monolith impart. Ben disappears behind it into a clash of cymbals or castanets, an uttering under his breath, and it becomes clear that the room beyond that door is his only domain. Where the magic happens. All sorts of devilry in there, incantations and conjurings. Crystal.

After a minute, two minutes, three, he slinks back out, shoeless but sober as stone. A little cold, too, and yes, worn.  

Contemplates Jake, the mustache, though not for long before Ben loops his fingers in his waistband and reciprocates the leer ostensively unnoticed in the up-and-down fun house. 

"I'll settle up now, cap." 

@silverjetsystm

To use the therapyspeak, cab's a positive trigger. Curved Checkerlike front end in a smile at odds with the red Porsche, the silver Mercedes, the green Spider anchors him in him, returns the mild mannered cabbie to himself. Waking up out of sorts crossed switchboard wires, a snarl of connections and memories.

Ben's facing away, he keeps his hand on the parking brake, any second ready to push away from the curb. See if he's a bird, hardwired towards a destination. Follow the moon jutting on the edge of the sky. Pick a direction and pray he can wind his way through similar shades of grass and water to concrete and steel.

Striking figure in black struts towards him. Jake. Bingo nights with Crawley, early mornings with Gena's. "Can't drive everywhere." Steady hand takes the lit cigarillo, smiling through smoke filled inhale. In the clock ticking seconds while he rolls up the window, he weighs the pros and cons of driving off again.

Pros - the look on Ben's face would be priceless. Cons - everything else.

Doesn't stop him from drawing out the decision. Inhale. Switch off the ignition. Hand off the trigger. Exhale.

Mercenary's smirk around cigarillo accompanies the production of exiting the cab, click, step, slam, the financier's crisp Midwestern, "'Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself.'" Click of the neck, click-honk confirming the cab is locked, echoing down the block. "No, the old Rabbi's taste in poets tended towards Sutzkever rather than Whitman."

Huff of smoke and a hint of shining teeth. "You look worn down." Cap dips in a grateful nod, arms spread. "Thank ya kindly."

He falls in to Ben's orbit towards his building, familiar in the sense they're all familiar. The walk is a languid lope, look satisfaction towards the slips in Ben's expression, bringing up other emotions besides 'pissing' him off. Stubbed out the remainder of the butt in the bin outside.

Brighter satisfaction blooms in his kishkes when they breach the perimeter through the front door. Yes, he doesn't belong at all. Why? On some level he's bothered, fingers twisting together, a tense long walk to an elevator execution.

The doors ding shut and he grimaces, face to face with his expression in hideous mirrors. Wealth and ugliness go hand in hand. "Like shit," he muttered, hand pressed to the spot in his forehead radiating pain, the scruff, bloodshot brown eyes. Nail digs close to the fuzz on his upper lip, feeling for adhesive.

Industrial lights did nobody favors. He'd rather look at Ben, glances turned shameless gaze from head to toe. "You can still go on your walk. Can…" hint of a pink tongue sweetening his lips, "Settle up when you get back."

Elevator doors part in an ostentatious silver sea. Forehead furrows, trying to recall if this doorstep was familiar because he recognized it or if it was his mind playing tricks.

@kylo-wrecked

[quickdeaths]

【ME & 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗜'𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥】

- ALIAS / NAME: Bryn, Ya Girl, Hey You

- BIRTHDAY: March 20

- ZODIAC SIGN: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh pisces/aries cusp but I will be honest I don't know much about astrology - I consider it harmless fun but it is harmless fun that I do not participate in, feel free to drag my ass because that's EXACTLY what a pisces/aries/pisces-aries would say

- HEIGHT: 5'11

- HOBBIES: Reading, writing, video games, dungeons and dragons/other TTRPGs, hanging out with the fam and/or the squad, watching tv sometimes when I can get the adhd to be quiet and focus on something. I like studying, too, to a point, and I would like to get back to like Working On A Skill in some way. Maybe polishing up my Japanese back to where it was when I lived abroad?

- FAVORITE COLOR: I say purple, which is kind of true, but actually a like, darker blue purple, like an indigo.

- FAVORITE BOOK: I'm annoyingly that girl you went to school with who loved all the books that they made you read. If there is a classic novel from like, 1800-1960 that they made you read in school, I like it, probably. I would also say, when I was in high school, which probably was (along with college) the time that I read most for pleasure, as well, I was really emotionally affected by Ned Vizzini's It's Kind of a Funny Story, Jostein Gaarder's Sophie's World, and Tim O'Brien's Going After Cacciato and considered them faves.

Probably what I would say now though is Imogen Binnie's Nevada. I read it on a flight down to a weekend work retreat, read it on the flight, in the cab, and skipped dinner/informal meeting to read it all in one sitting. It's not an easy book to read, nor a "fun" one in a lot of ways, but I read it over 5 years ago and I think it about it constantly. It feels very raw and honest, and like 10 years after publication, I feel its influence on so much queer literary fiction.

There's also some books of poetry that I hold in high regard. I have Paul Muldoon's Poems: 1968-1998 and Seamus Heaney's Opened Ground, Selected Poems 1966-1996. I also have a story about being in college and writing a capstone essay for a notoriously difficult class where we were supposed to write about a book of poems of our choice. My laptop had broken, so I was confined to one of the shitty computers in the computer lab, and I had been working on the essay about a book of poems I found in our school library for maybe three weeks before the due date, and by happenstance, I ended up reading The Captain Asks for a Show Of Hands by Nick Flynn. I immediately had the thought of "I need to write about this," deleted my entire existing essay, and crunched for basically the entire remaining week to write a new one about Flynn's book instead.

- LAST SONG: I'm not sure what song specifically, but I was listening to the entire album Bon Iver by Bon Iver while writing RP replies earlier. I'm very much a full album girlie most of the time. Before that we've got "POPPY (Japanese Version)" by STAYC, "Champions of Red Wine" by The New Pornographers, "Biohazard" by Momma, and "Star" by LOONA (they're still together I swear here is how LOONA can still win-)

- LAST FILM / SHOW: I started watching the She Loves To Cook, She Loves To Eat live action drama last night. Probably gonna start watching Shogun with my mom soon when I go to have dinner and visit with her? As for movie... I saw Origin with my mom in theaters last month. I thought it was a very creative choice to adapt a nonfiction book into a narrative about the author writing the book, while still managing to incorporate a lot of the themes and content of the book into the film.

- RECENT READS: A lot of manga tbh... I read the She Loves To Cook, She Loves To Eat manga recently, as well as reread My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness after twitter drama thrust it back into my consciousness. I've been meaning to read Dungeon Meshi so probably soon? In terms of non-comic books, I read this nonfiction book called The Digital Closet: How The Internet Became Straight by Alexander Monea recently that was very engaging! In short, it's a dissection of the way that the American government's attempts to regulate and censor the internet (for a variety of reasons) have had the knock-on effect of things like age-gating even non-sexual queer content on youtube, or social media algorithms burying queer posts. I'm slowly working through Mostly Dead Things by Kristen Arnett, which is about a woman trying to hold things together and run her family's taxidermy shop after her father's sudden death. It's weird, but good. It's probably also time for my annual(ish...) reread of Stephen King's On Writing, too.

- STORY BEHIND URL: It's a Maki quote! Her and Shuichi are talking about Tenko's death, and Shuichi says something about Maki's insight coming from experience, and she responds, "Of course. Quick deaths are my specialty."

- FUN FACT ABOUT ME: I used to be an elementary school English teacher in Japan, probably everyone knows this by now, but it is my funnest fact. I used to be a decently good soccer player and I was a pretty high-ranked doubles tennis player in my middle school district district for a little while (my partner carried me but still!) I honestly spend WAY too much time doing D&D prep - I spent basically the entirety of summer 2021 rewriting the entirety of the Curse of Strahd published D&D adventure to fit my preferences, and that of my players, complete with new characters/maps/statblocks/items/plot points/etc. Before the campaign had even started, I had absolutely dumped probably 100+ hours into it.

TAGGED BY: @more-than-a-princess the bestie thank youuu

TAGGING: @lunaetis @hopeds @honoosenshi @amoriscustos @wouldhope and you!

[fizz-and-groan]

Oh dear I'd love to hear more about James when you have the time 💕

HELLO I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR ASKING

And to start w, James wasn't actually made for kink stuff, he just works so well for it that when I fantasize abt stuff, he's my OC that gets involved the most. He's a typical rp oc (if anyone's interested in an rp or character interaction stuff, kink or otherwise, begging you on my knees to message me). Here's a picrew I made a while back. I've got more actual commissioned art of him but I don't want this getting back to the original artist. He's scruffier and fatter than this, though.

He's a cab driver from Tennessee that's worked really, really hard to be Just Some Guy. Worked as a truck driver early on but got caught w having a fake commercial driver's license. He genuinely likes people, likes talking w folks, and wants to help where he can, but is also really protective of the casual life he's built for himself and doesn't like it disrupted. Has a dog named Dianne that he loves. Loves teasing and fucking around w his friends in a big brother embarrassing you kinda way. Bisexualizes. Most of the time, I write him in either sci-fi, historical, or fantasy settings.

In the context of vore tho, James is absolutely a pred and eating people is a huge inconvenience for him. I feel like he's kinda gotten over the initial horror of eating people, but it still kinda freaks him out (even if it is so, so satisfying to be so full sometimes). He still hasn't figured out how to handle going from being ravenous to being fuller than he ever thought possible. I feel like most of his prey are customers who've gotten dropped off in quiet, out of the way spots, or folks who've given him a hard time. After swallowing them down, he's gotta stagger back to the cab, hope he pushed the seat back (he never does), and drive somewhere private to sleep the meal off for a few hours. Once they've settled down, he'll get back to work with his gut pushed up against his steering wheel. He's got a tendency to underestimate how long it takes for him to digest, leaving him to try and subtly rub his groaning, squirming gut while working. It doesn't help that eating someone gives him real bad gas. It's mostly belching, but all that air's gotta go somewhere.

He tries to play it off to others, though. If someone asks, he'll try to pass it off as a big meal, but if you know, he'll still try and be polite about it. Could really use with some after care, though.

I hope this helps!! It was so, so fun to write this. I've been considering getting into kink writing, or just coming up w more scenarios, so feel free to send something in!

[themultiverseheroines]

Open Romance Fandom RP (to all fandoms & to all genders)

Zoe Orimoto is seen heading down to meet your muse for their date. She finished changing and came out with the jacket your muse bought for her. It was different than her old one and felt real warm. A good thing to have when it gets chilly.

"Hey! Sorry for almost being late. I had to take a cab since the train was out where I was at. I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long."

[pregnantroleplayer]

[F4A] Hello I am looking for a detailed and dominant dom who is into pregnancy and filthy and dirty kinks and who is down to do a pregnancy rp,

Hello there so for my plot I was thinking you could be a taxi driver who is out working late Christmas Eve and is making most of the mad rush of people wanting to get home and go out and get drunk, I was thinking you could spot me a heavily pregnant woman single and on her own on a cold dark winter night trying to get a cab. You pull up and offer me to come with you and maybe you take a detour and say you break down and we are miles from the nearest car repair shop ,

[hellcab]

@distantpagesandpapercuts / @heavensxstray / @lcftcult

{{ Wow, y’all really want trash rat alternate universes? Well, here’s some ideas. }}

{{ Roth’s redemption AU would be interesting. But Roth’s seeking redemption isn’t ‘genuine’, at least, not at first. Roth is a saboteur, sent by Lucifer to screw up his daughter’s idea. In return, Roth gets his freedom, as Lucifer ‘promised’. So, Roth becomes the wrench in the machinery. }}

{{ Strangely, Roth becomes rather conflicted with all this. Yes, freedom is his prize. He wants to make good on Lucifer’s deal, but Charlie’s optimism wins him over. He starts truly believing in her and the hotel. Obviously, walking back on a deal with Lucifer will have dire consequences. I would love to RP this out. }}

{{ Another AU involves Roth becoming an Overlord. Instead of remaining as some cab driver, Roth shoots higher. Through sweat, tears and bloodshed, he becomes an Overlord around the late 1980s. He owns transportation throughout Pride. }}

{{ He makes the trains run on time. He owns the roads and every toll booth. Despite not being as flashy as other Overlords, Roth isn’t to be trifled with. With one snap of his fingers, can cripple Pride’s transportation infrastructure. After all, he runs the trains. He runs the cabs and busses. He owns the roads. Roth is certifiably EVIL in this AU. }}

{{ Yet, another AU explores Roth’s stint with porn. Instead of doing one film, Roth does more and more. Eventually, Roth becomes a rather successful pornstar. He lives the high life, without any limits. Yet, in this AU, Roth is perhaps his most depressed and manic. Years and years of exploitation have seriously damaged him. On camera, he’s all cocky and confident. But once the cameras are gone, he’s withdrawn and somber. Yet even the slightest annoyance sets him off. He’s crying one moment. Happy the next, then pissed off and wanting to murder someone. Sex is just a chore. Roth goes about it mechanically. Soulless. }}

{{ The industry had made him numb. Nothing, nothing excites him anymore. He feels nothing for anyone or anything. He’s all used up and damaged from it. He wants to feel love again but, fears he cannot. TBH this AU might not be fun to RP out. Maybe, to explore but not that fun. It makes me depressed actually. }}

{{ Another, more lighthearted AU involves Roth being in Heaven. Having remained a faithful Catholic, Roth joins the ranks of Heaven. There, he joins Zion Cab Company and ferries angels and saints around Heaven. Roth in this is happy and cheerful. He’s nice to everyone and is just genuinely a pleasant man. But, under that smile, is boredom. }}

{{ He's bored with Heaven. Yeah, being with God is great and all, but Roth wanted to see more of Earth. He misses Humanity and his old stomping grounds. He wants to visit those old memories again. Oh, also, instead of “Hellcab” it’s “HeavenlyCab”. }}

{{ One last AU involves Roth becoming the Avatar of Entropy. You see, Roth’s chaos magic is merely the bending of reality. He’s pulling at loose threads, achieving the results he wants. Yet, all this comes with a price. Roth’s sanity and health has been slowly decaying. The magic he relies upon is poisoning him. Worse even, Roth has attracted some unwanted attention. }}

{{ Entropy is a living force. Animalistic yet wants to spread. To feed. Roth is the doorway. Through him, they hope to set upon Hell. To feast upon the damned souls, Hellborn and fallen angels. }}

{{ Roth slowly looses himself to their will. Through one last attempt to escape Hell, Roth becomes a ‘god’. He’s the Avatar of Entropy, the primordial force. On Extermination Day, Roth ascends. The Pride Ring becomes the first casualty. The laws that governed reality, the afterlife, are perverted and turned upside down. Despite massive casualties, Hell's army is able to contain The Entropy Avatar to Pride. But, their quarantine ( even with the help of Heaven ) is failing. Worse even, all those who “perished” are alive. They have all become inhabited by entropy. Their festering corpses walking the streets of Pentagram City. Twisted beyond comprehension, driven mad by Roth Kruger and his power. }}

{{ Worse still, something else is approaching. Roth is merely an emissary. A agent to prepare for the coming of his monarch. The Yellow King approaches . . . . }}

{{ So, that's how Roth becomes a cosmic horror. }}

[skrytch]

The word I've always used was obtuse.

Perfect example

Ex#2 had crush on me in highschool.

I had no clue.

Fast forward a few years she comes into the convenience store I work at to get gas for the cab she drives.

We recognize weather other have a conversation.

Exchange email addys. She leaves.

Comes back a few days later. We chat talk about new movies coming out decide to go see it on my next day off.

She picks me up to go see movie. Go eat lunch at Chinese buffet after

Go home

Ex1 calls asks how my date went

Tell her it wasn't a date

"uh huh"

Invite her so some of the. Yahoo group RPs im in (yes I'm old)

We chat online quite a bit

She also hangs out at my store if she doesn't have a fare.

Go see another movie have lunch

One night she ask if I'm up to a double dating with her friend who has a buddy who doesn't want to be a 3rd wheel

Sure whatever

Go to her house

Oh oops friend and guy cancelled it's just us

Shrug

Get dropped off to club/bar crawl

Have a blast

Make conversation say something that causes her to respond with "bite me"

Jokingly say "don't make offers"

"you wouldn't dare "

Bite her bare shoulder

She swoons dramatically

Shrug were both theater kids definitely doesn't mean anything.

End up at local goth club

Sit on weird couch thing

she kisses me.

Ok sure kisses back softly

She shoves her hand down my pants

Does an excellent imitation of a facehugger from alien

WoOoOOW

Still don't think it's a date

Calls cabby friend to come pick us up

Cliche teenage makeout session in back of cab

She says come to my room

Clothing is shed

She says "You're beautiful"

Vaguely wonder what she means by that

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Wake up next morning tangled in unfamiliar sheets

In bed that isn't mine

Turn to face her.l

Hi!

Good morning

She once again attempts to eat my face

Still not sure if she into me

I did eventually figure it out

Bonus round

Tell people how we met

I talk about how our first date ended up in bed

She says "that was our 4th date"

But all we did was go to the movies and hang out

"Yes"

Ex1 hears this and stars cackling

Well it lucky your friend didn't show up I guess

"you dingus there was no friend. I wasn't sure how you'd react if I asked directly"

Oh

OH!

how many times do we have to say "acting like an autistic character wouldnt know about sex is weird" until it actually sinks in and people stop saying autistic characters wouldnt know about sex