#rp: one leader to another

[shimmerbeasts]

Learning her own term of magic took time, one that she had honed for a few months on her journey back to piltover and since then. She had yet to leave for Noxus. She was determined to have the noxian army under her mother's work to fix what damaged they wrought. Not everyone approved. Mel had learned of several noxians who died at the hand of Zaunites in the streets; but such a price was expected with how they had treated these people. A ruthlessness laid within the Daughter of Death; one that refused to live by Noxian values but also knew that sometimes fighting, violence, came with a necessary value to provide peace. Not in the way her mother taught, but because sometimes you have to fight for what you need. And that there was a price to such violence and expect retaliation. The magic hummed against Mel’s chest as she glanced over her shoulder. The arcane hummed with life against her wolven fingertips, walking along the streets of Piltover as repairs were being made. Noxians and Piltovans working side by side; fixing stone and rock and concrete to repair the mess. Yet there was one that was not like the others; the magic screamed around the body of an unknown figure.

Months of listening to her magic, the empathy within the very strands of life. The arcane lived within everyone, though some had a deeper connection than others. And this one had a deep and intense strength and one of familiarity. She twisted down the alley until finally she snapped. Like a wolf she was, she turned and drew the veins of gold magic from her body and slammed the clone up against the wall. “You dare wander into my city, cloaked in the visage of another? I see through you, so I’m going to ask you one time; why are you here?” The threads twisted around the wrist of the clone, pinning her firmly against the wall. It slithered around her neck, weaving through the walls and attaching to her ankles to hold her firmly in place. Mel’s power grew in strength over the last few months, managing the magic as if it was second nature. Golden eyes stared down at the clone as she pulled back her white hood. “And don’t try to deceive me, because I will know. So let’s put whatever dance we like to tango to, and speak one leader to another.”

Mel Merdarda had not headed back to Noxus after her mother's death. Instead, she stayed in Piltover. Even demanded that the Noxians in Ambessa's army help in the rebuilding efforts. It must be humiliating for any Noxian. But then when had Mel Merdarda ever done something, which completely aligned with how Noxus worked. The sly girl continued to surprise her.

It had been easy for LeBlanc to send another clone to Piltover and tail after Mel. This time, she wore the disguise of a simple girl, helping with the repairs of Piltover and Zaun. Always keeping just in the corner of Mel Merdarda's gaze. When the young leader of the old clan headed into a side alley, LeBlanc swiftly copied her clown once more, letting the false visage tail after Mel into the corridor.

Soon enough, Mel proved her cunning - oh, she was such an embodiment of guile, LeBlanc could not be prouder! - and whirled around, confronting the copy. Mel's magical signature had by now become intimately familiar to the Matron of Roses. The golden whisps and ropes laced around the copy's body as it was slammed against a wall. It gave a soft grunt, despite having no sense of the impact. The magic enraptured the clone further. LeBlanc casually teleported herself into the shadows of the alley and waited. The copy slowly rose its hands as if in a mockery of surrender.

"Of course, you will."

LeBlanc's voice came from behind Mel as she stepped out of the dark of the alley. Her body draped itself in shadows. The copy in the young mage's magical mesh of golden light dissolved into shadows, not after smiling, before they dragged their way across the floor and united with LeBlanc's clone's body.

"You'll have to forgive the layering of illusions", LeBlanc remarked idly, "I prefer to have my hands free. But you are right. How about we put that little tango of ours on pause and talk one leader to another? Though maybe not in such a dingy alley? How about a glass of mulled wine?"

Immediately a web of blood-red thorny vines and gore puddles sprung up around them both. As the mess climbed up Mel's body, coating her limbs and face, LeBlanc: "Don't worry. I let you go the moment we are done with this conversation. It will be like you never left, sister."

Soon enough the layers gave way to what seemed to be a rather pretty, yet modestly kept room. On the floor was a mosaic of black and purple stones, shaping the bloom of a rose. The round desk had golden lines swirling up and down its wood like the streaks of a river. Two wine chalices rested before two comfortable, red cushioned chairs of dark wood.

LeBlanc picked up a dark bottle and poured mulled wine into each glass. "Sit", she invited Mel, "I promise you the wine is real. You are not drinking air." The Matron sat down and crossed her legs over one another. The shadows dropped and Mel once more was greeted by the familiar face of the Lunari girl, which Ambessa had decapitated.

"I suppose a proper introduction might be in order", LeBlanc said, "Though I get the distinct impression that you may have already figured out whom you are speaking to. Even if, like you said, I keep wearing false faces."

@valiantthearts cont. from here.

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My king! My king!

Character belongs to Myself and @vondieerde!

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Denial

Co-written with the gorgeously talented @gravid-transluna Thanks so much for picking up this RP starter, so happy we’re collaborating and writing fics. I’m having a blast! 💜 [fpreg, 7.7k words, birth denial, clothing birth, public birth]

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Alex had a million and one things to do in the office before she went on maternity leave. The day was disappearing fast and she’d barely sat down; with back to back meetings, numerous phone calls, it was non-stop. It seemed her body wasn’t too keen on being pushed so hard this late in her pregnancy, if the constant braxton hicks were anything to go by, but she powered through assuring herself that she’d be resting soon. Just get through today.

The Exec waddles into the lift, heading to a meeting room a few floors below. The doors were just about to close before a young employee jumped in lightly after her. They stood in relative silence facing the exit, until the sudden screech of metal clanged all around them. The floor shook, jolting suddenly, and the lift was brought to an abrupt halt.

Alex’s curled hair swung around her face as she glanced at the tiny screen which usually displayed the floor level - it was now flashing a warning error image. “Eugh, is the lift broken?” Alex gruffed, annoyed.

“Looks like it.” The anxious looking subordinate replied, clearly worried and apprehensive at the thought of being trapped in here. “H-Have you got your phone with you?”

“Damn. No, it’s on my desk. You?” Alex asks, frustrated her pregnancy brain had struck again, making her forget something as fundamental as her phone. Seeing the other woman’s expression Alex quickly realised neither of them had a phone.

Thankfully the lights stayed on, but the metal box quickly started feeling too small. Another cramp rolls across Alex’s large, full-term, belly and she can’t help but grimace.

“Oof…mmmnghh….” A moan slipped out under her breath, she rubbed the side of her twinging bump as the other hand automatically reached to the wall of the elevator for stability. “Hooohooo… not now…” Alex whispered.

The other woman looked at her nervously.

Colleen had two fears: contained spaces and her boss, Alex. Unfortunately for her, she was trapped in with both of them today. Alex’s pregnant belly straining the buttons of her work blouse did nothing to diminish her fearsome personality; if anything motherhood had only made her more intimidating, still a commanding presence in a roomful of men even with a swollen, overdue baby belly hanging off her frame.

Worse, her boss seemed a little more than uncomfortable in this situation. She’d seen her bite receptionists’ heads off her a wrong coffee order, but still, seeing Alex wince and rub her belly, which seemed to have dropped even lower this week, she felt compelled to hesitantly ask, “Ma’am, is everything alright? I’m sure they’ll realize we’re in here eventually.”

Alex gave Colleen a quizzical look, but on seeing where her colleague's gaze was, she realised she was rubbing the right side of her large pregnant stomach. She stopped, letting her arm fall limp at her side.

“I’m fine,” Alex replied curtly. “I just don’t have time for this today.” She sighed and looked around the cramped space, what she was looking for she didn’t know, but there must be someway to get someone’s attention and get them out of there.

She knew she was cutting it fine; both by how late she was going on maternity leave but also with how much she was trying to cram in to her last day. Her feet were aching in her 3inch heels having been on her feet for most of the day, in meetings and presentations and walking around the office trying to make sure everyone in her team was well equipped to continue things during her absence. She was heading down to the third floor for her next meeting with the team leaders, that was if the lift hadn’t so inconveniently broken down.

“So you don’t have your phone on you or any method of communication at all?” Alex griped, asking her mousy employee yet again. Hoping the woman would miraculously have a way of contacting the security team or something.

The baby in her womb seemed just as uncomfortable as Alex in this small space, shifting and kicking harshly against her taught and stretched skin. His head was sitting so low in her pelvis it felt like her hips were being pulled apart. She’d be happy when this pregnancy was over, she was done playing host, she wanted her body back. Though she continued to dress in her staple pencil skirt, blouse and heels, pregnancy be damned.

Alex began to pace around the room, finding herself needing to move, shifting the aching from her hips. Another braxton hicks decided to add to her problems, she huffed under her breath and faced away from the doors into the corner, blowing out a silent exhale through the twisting pain.

Colleen could tell by the way that Alex’s gaze flicked over her that she probably only recognized her face by sight and not by name. She seemed impatient, which wasn’t unusual for such a busy, ambitious, work-minded woman, but there was something else in her impatience, an almost shifting restlessness that seemed to match the restless movements in her packed womb. The fabric of her blouse was almost see-through, stretched so thinly around her massive swell, and Colleen could observe visible ripples against the tight skin of her belly. She winced. Colleen wasn’t at an age where she had seriously considered children, but her respect for her boss had grown immensely, seeing her waddle around the office in her pencil skirt and blouse, seemingly as efficacious as ever.

Alex’s restlessness became even more pronounced when she turned away from Colleen, as though hiding her big belly and whatever was going on inside it.

“I don’t have my phone,” Colleen said helplessly, hoping it wouldn’t result in a chewing out. “I left it in my handbag on my chair.”

Alex let out a disgruntled sigh, half from annoyance at her staff’s serious lack of organisation - who goes anywhere without their phone anyway? - but also from the way in which this false contraction was starting to bite.

The practice pains had been a consistent thorn in her side all day and it was really starting to get on her nerves. She’d successfully managed to grin and bear it through this morning's presentation to the board but by lunchtime they were starting to take her breath away. Still, Alex carried on. There was just too much to do and not enough time. It was why she was working right up to her due date, not that she told the company that. They’d have forced her out weeks ago if they knew she’d technically passed her due day on Tuesday.

When the pains passed, Alex spun around and walked determinedly towards Colleen who appeared to brace herself for something. She always got a warped joy when they did that. Leaning past her employee, Alex began pressing buttons on the lift and found the emergency call button. “Let’s try this shall we.” Alex smirked at the hesitant Colleen. Unfortunately the emergency button did absolutely nothing at all.

“Umm,” Colleen scratched awkwardly at her neck, trying to disguise her growing panic. She didn’t like the idea of being trapped, but more so she knew as things continued to go wrong her boss’s mood would continue to sour, and didn’t want to remotely be in her vicinity when it did.

She tried not to look at the immense belly taking up most of her field of vision, though it was hard not to glance at it, especially when making eye contact with Alex was such a terrifying experience.

“We could shout for help?” Colleen suggested. “Maybe someone will hear us from whichever floor we’re on.”

“Eugh… if you want to shout then go ahead.” Alex dismissed, and continued back to her pacing around the small space.

They stayed in awkward silence, the only sounds were the clack-clack of Alex’s heels on the metal floor as she did loops around her section of the lift. She had one hand on her back, knuckles pushing into the base of her spine as it ached and spasmed. She’d managed to breathe her way through a few more of the annoying cramps but they were soon joined by a serious increase in pressure.

One particularly forceful twinge made her gasp and stop her pacing, one hand flying to the wall to lean against as the tightening got stronger and stronger and stronger. She couldn’t stop the low hum she made in her throat as the cramp continued its assault.

Colleen didn’t dare to open her mouth to shout, knowing she’d probably receive a dirty look and a complaint about a headache for her troubles. Instead she watched as her boss paced, again noting her restlessness and the hand bracing her curved, strained back as well as the hand constantly circling and resting on the broad shelf of her belly, as though to soothe the baby inside. This time, though, she noticed Alex’s walk, the way she waddled as though encumbered not only by the weight of her huge bump, but a pressure of sorts between her legs.

She more than suspected Braxton Hicks at this point, but her worst suspicions were confirmed when her boss finally leaned against the wall as though unable to support her own weight or trying to escape a deep pressure from her womb. She hummed, lowing as though she’d momentarily forgotten Colleen was there, absorbed with sensations from her pregnant body.

“Ma’am, are you okay?!” She stepped closer, hands spread like she didn’t know what to do with them. “You’re having a contraction, right. Oh god. Oh, this is so bad.”

Alex waved a hand away at the approaching colleague, keeping her at arm's length. “Don’t be ridiculous. Hoooo…. It’s nothing, it’s just a c-cramp that’s all… mnghhh…”

Her hand drifted lower and brushed along the underside of her stomach needing to try and find some way to ease the ache that was gnawing through her belly. She could feel her knees start to wobble and she breathed steadily, her weight supported by the wall, until it passed.

“See, it’s gone now. I’m fine.” Alex stated confidentially, her work facade firmly replaced. “Someone better get us out of here soon, I’m gonna bloody fire that security officer.” Alex muttered aloud.

She wanted to resume her pacing, her hips needed the constant movement, but her feet were far beyond protesting the high heels - they were downright screaming at her. Too exhausted to keep up every one of her professional fronts, Alex resigned herself to the comfort of bare feet and uncharacteristically kicked off her shoes.

Colleen nodded furiously at Alex’s dismissal of the pains. “Right! Of course, just a cramp. I shouldn’t have assumed anything.”

The young employee didn’t know much about pregnancy and birth, but she’d seen enough media about it to know that Alex closely resembled that of a woman in labor: the characteristically low, dropped belly, the consistent cramps, the restlessness. But…. that’d be impossible, right? There was no way she’d had the misfortune to be trapped in a lift with her boss of all people, and especially not an Alex in labor. That was not an encounter Colleen particularly wanted to be around.

She reassured herself. Even if those cramps coursing through Alex’s obviously overdue belly were labor pains, labor could take days, right? They couldn’t be stuck in here for more than thirty minutes, someone would absolutely notice Alex’s absence if not Colleen’s. She was too important to the company. Then, Colleen could get back to her emails and Alex could be sped off to the hospital or wherever she preferred to drop that kid.

These hopes wavered when Alex kicked off her shoes, pacing in her stockings. Colleen’s eyes widened. This was a ridiculously unprofessional move for Alex, she knew that for sure.

Without her black patent heels Alex shifted anxiously on flat swollen feet around the confined space, gradually feeling the temperature rise and the air thicken. There was no circulation in the small box, no air conditioning or fresh air coming through any gaps or vents. She could feel sweat start to dampen the back of her neck, her curled hair sticking to the tacky skin. She ran her fingers through her hair, arms stretching up and belly sticking out, picking up the ringlets from the back of her head and lifting them off her neck allowing some air to cool her overheated skin.

The Exec huffed an exhausted sigh. “How long do you reckon we’ve been in here?” Alex asked breathlessly to her subordinate.

She had given up on pacing and resorted to standing at the back of the lift and next to the metal railing that ran across the width of the back wall. Her hips swayed side to side, she breathed slow and deep, and occasionally would place a subtle hand on the railing for support.

The persistent braxton hicks were grating, chipping away at her resolve. It was probably just the confinement and heat, being stuck inside this metal box, but it felt like the intensity of the cramps were getting worse. She caught herself moaning under her breath when they struck, she tried to swallow the noise but it was never quick enough to remain totally silent. She wasn’t in the mood to field questions or concern from Colleen so she had to get those moans under control. Unfortunately for Alex, when the next contraction appeared it came on so suddenly she didn’t have time to prepare. The pain lanced across her stomach and Alex doubled over gasping, hands flying out and gripping the railing tight, an unusual groan rumbled from her throat.

Having watched her superior endure what were undeniably contractions at this point, Colleen’s concern had only multiplied. If she hadn’t been certain when Alex kicked off her heels (swollen, aching feet weren’t exactly uncommon in pregnancy, right?) or when sweat began to bead on her forehead in contrast to her usual inclement coolness (well, it is hot in here with no air conditioner, and she must be dying carrying around all that belly in such cramped quarters), there was not a doubt in Colleen’s mind when Alex clutched at the railing and moaned, low in her throat. It sounded so unlike Alex’s clipped, sharp tone. Almost animalistic, like something natural, a sudden instinct to vocalise as her belly contracted.

“Er—ma’am?” Colleen kept her distance, eyeing Alex’s heaving swell. “Are the, um, cramps getting stronger? They seem—well, they seem like they’re closer together too. Almost like—”

She didn’t dare say the word. Alex, she knew, didn’t like contradictions to what she said.

Instead she answered her boss’s previous question. “It’s probably been, oh I don’t know, maybe an hour or so?”

At the other woman’s panicked questions Alex managed to grit through her teeth a dismissive “… I’m fine!… mnghhh!” Alex tried to straighten up, to preserve appearances, and found she couldn’t - not while her muscles were still seizing. Instead another groan slipped from her mouth before she could clamp it shut.

“I-I think- they might be more than just cramps…” Alex panted as the worse seemed to fade away. “I think these m-might be… hoooo practice labour pains.” The Exec admitted hesitantly to her employee, removing one hand from the railing to circle around the heavy weight of her hanging bump.

She had a reputation to maintain, appearances to uphold, and Alex didn’t want to show any kind of weakness to anyone with an employee ID card. But as the waves continued she was forced to admit to her one companion she was indeed suffering from Braxton Hicks contractions. But that was fine, Colleen was only one person and after today she would be going on maternity leave and wouldn’t have to see anyone for months.

But this baby better quit practising for the main event soon. The false pains were aggressive and forceful, the weight of the baby’s head pressing so hard against her pelvis it felt like it was about to drop out any second. She hoped by the time they were rescued the baby and her body would have settled down. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

“They better get us out of here soon…” Alex breathed heavily and quietly. Then realising her company added “I’ve got a meeting at 4pm with the CEO.”

Colleen tried to keep her face neutral, even as her boss doubled over groaning, her belly tight around her middle. Alex’s thighs were wide in her pencil skirt and Colleen could tell by their restless shifting and the slight bending of Alex’s knees that she was feeling the urge to spread them even more, not quite a squat yet but unable to stand with any poise anymore. Inwardly, though, her thoughts were racing. Braxton Hicks weren’t powerful like this, were they? After all, if they had forced a woman like Alex into a panting dishevelled mess, they must be pretty strong.

‘Should I tell her it sounds like she’s having contractions?’ Colleen deliberated. By the minute, she could tell Alex was progressing into her labour. Even as she struggled to maintain her image her body was getting her ready for birth, and Colleen knew that even her boss’s willpower wouldn’t halt such a natural, primal process. Then again, if Alex wanted to be in denial, it wouldn’t make much of a difference. They still had to wait in this lift until rescuers showed up—Colleen might as well not lose her job on top of it.

Instead, she nodded again. “Yes, ma’am. Of course, practise pains. I’m sure they’ll subside before long. They’re supposed to be quite irregular.”

“Exactly… hoooo… I just need to ride them out. It’s fine. Hoooo…” Alex’s usually assertive voice sounded somewhat unsure. She didn’t like it.

Both hands returning to the railing, facing the wall, Alex found her weight shifting from hip to hip. Her stance was wide - when did that happen?- and her blouse was damp with sweat. The boss was grateful there was not a mirror in this lift, dreading to think what she looked like.

The false pains didn’t seem to be fading anymore, staying at a constant ache in her womb with agonising peaks shooting across her back and down her thighs. She prided herself on her ability to handle any challenge, but for the first time in her life she doubted her willpower to make it through. If this was practice labour she did not want to experience the real thing. Perhaps she should organise a c-section when she gets out of here.

The pressure in her pelvis was getting almost unbearable, and combined with the false contractions that continued to strike, she felt herself losing control of her autonomy. Her body was shifting and moving of its own accord and ghastly noises were coming from her mouth. Her hips were on fire, a weight pressing and splitting them apart. She bent over gripping the railing, flat back and hips shifting backwards. Her legs tried to stand further apart but were stopped by the tight fitting pencil skirt around her thighs. The groan that left her mouth was unrecognisable, like she was possessed. As the pressure built and built, she could feel an urgency sinking lower and lower. Before she knew it the sounds from her mouth had deepened, her heavy breathing ending with an animalistic grunt.

Colleen continued to observe as Alex made noises that she couldn’t even reconcile with the aloof, in-control Alex that she knew. Wide-eyed, she couldn’t stop staring as the laboring woman paced the tiny space. Her grunts, the way she hissed through her teeth, with every sound she appeared closer and closer to giving birth. Her waddle was pronounced, almost bowlegged as though there was a deep weight between her legs, forcing them apart and pulling her closer to a grounded position. ‘Holy shit,’ Colleen thought. ‘She’s about to drop her baby!’ She didn’t know a thing about midwifery or delivering a child. Much less delivering for a mother who refused to even admit she was in labor.

Colleen tried to track Alex’s contractions in her mind as they ramped up in both frequency and intensity, but found it hard without a watch or a way to tell time. Eventually she gave up, reassuring herself that the next stage of labor wasn’t yet upon them, and that unless Alex broke her waters the baby would remain inside her womb until they could call some paramedics. Still, she didn’t like the fact that Alex appeared to be losing her calm, composed self. Drenched in sweat, grunting and groaning through contractions, her body was obviously telling her it was time, and Colleen wondered if she’d even let her help if it came down to her pushing her kid out into her pantyhose or exposing her heavily pregnant self to a random colleague.

Alex’s grip on the railing tightened as she felt her legs start to tremble. Pressing her forehead against the cool metal wall, she released a shaky exhale. She couldn’t think… hell she could barely stand. Every part of her entire being was consumed and overwhelmed by the pressure and pain between her legs.

In some buried corner of her mind an instinct was telling her to get lower to the ground, to remove her skirt and tights, to open up her legs and hips. Alex fought against the idea, she’d already lost enough dignity trapped in this lift with some entry-level employee, she was not going to make it any worse. But when the next contraction struck, any fighting spirit she had seemed to evaporate.

“Ohhhh god!!!! Mnnnghhhh!” She groaned, long and deep, rocking herself forwards and backwards and clinging on to the only thing keeping her on two legs. “The pressure….. hoooooo…. There’s so much -mngh!- pressure!!! Mnngghhhhh!!!”

Her body sank back deep into her hips, knees dipping slightly in her tight pencil skirt and belly hanging to the ground, her backside swaying in the centre of the confined space. She could feel her muscles squeezing with the force of contraction, trying to do something. The baby dropped even lower and smashed through her cervix. She felt so full, the mass in her pelvis so heavy, and her body screamed at her to bear down.

“No…..” Alex cried aloud against nature's call. “No… don’t…” but her instincts took over and suddenly the mother-to-be was pushing.

“Ma’am!” Colleen cried, startled by such a stark display of utter abandonment from her boss. Her waters hadn’t yet broken. She couldn’t be pushing, could she?! Yet Alex was squat-standing and clutching the railing, the backs of her thighs trembling with an immense groaning effort. It sounded more forceful than just enduring the pains in her belly. It sounded as though Alex was actively doing something, putting in a hard, straining effort. Working with her body without a thought in her mind except birthing her baby. Between her spread thighs, Colleen could see the underside of her stomach, hanging low, uterus clenching her belly into a hard, tight ball. The way she bent her knees periodically, grunting uncontrollably each time… it was as though she was trying to force something low and heavy through her bottom. Everything about Alex seemed heavy, gravid.

She groaned again, and Colleen gasped, “Ma’am, are you pushing?! You can’t push, not yet!”

Tentatively, she placed her palm against Alex’s swaying lower back, curving with the weight of her belly. She began to rub and massage the tense muscles, not knowing what else she could do to help. The way Alex seemed consumed with birthing, Colleen didn’t think she even noticed her.

“Unnhhh- I’m not pushing! I’m not- ohhhhhhh- I’m not in labour damn it!!!” Alex’s staccato breaths carried her continued denial of what was happening to her body.

She gasped, breath holding in her lungs, and her body pushed again without instruction. Alex ignored the faint relief that was gained with the push, the satisfaction of the productive contraction, the moving of the baby as it neared its exit. But then the urgency faded, the contraction eventually dimmed, and Alex could think again. She had control again.

It was then she noticed the hands that were rubbing her lower back. Startled Alex abruptly stood upright and glared at the presumptuous woman beside her. “What on earth are you doing?” Alex sniped, waving an arm and shooing her away.

The nervous employee recoiled back and Alex shifted around the space again, both hands holding the large belly about to burst out the sweat-dampened blouse. “I am not in labour.” Alex repeated firmly, forcing the confidence as if willing it to be true. “I am not having this baby, and I don’t need your help.”

Colleen barely managed not to gape. Here Alex was, belly gleaming with sweat under her soaked blouse, contractions ramming her incessantly, curly hair damp and mussed in the heat of the lift. Her cheeks were splotchy and red with exertion and her chest was heaving, from the release of the contraction or from the force of her obvious pushing, Colleen couldn’t tell. All she did know was that her boss was actively bearing down, that much was clear. She would have thought anyone else was joking, but she didn’t think Alex had a sense of humor. She had to be in denial, Colleen concluded. To squat down and push like an animal like that, then brush off help like it was nothing—if nothing else, Alex certainly had willpower.

Of course, modesty and willpower goes out the window when you have a baby coming out of you, and from the noises and pushing grunts Alex had been making, it couldn’t be long now.

“I-I’m sorry,” Colleen stuttered. “Those…. practice cramps seemed so intense. You seemed like—well, like you were—“

Under Alex’s exhausted glare, Colleen faltered and trailed off.

“Uhh, I told you… I am not in labour- hoooo- I am fine!” Alex swallowed a moan before it slipped out her mouth. “When are they gonna bloody get us -mnnnnh!- outta here!” Standing by the lift doors Alex stared at the vertical line where the two sides of the sliding panels met, glaring at it willing them to open.

The weight of the baby’s head had started to press against her opening, Alex’s legs forced even wider apart with the sensitivity. Buried under layers of denial and facade, the unconscious sense of urgency had been joined by desperation and it was making its way to the surface.

Her fingers pulled at her blouse, freeing the thin satin from her skirt and letting it drape down from the significant curve of her belly. The pressure between her legs was beginning to return, Alex could feel it coming. Her arms lifted, hands palming the lift doors, and before she knew it she was banging on the metal to try and get the attention of someone outside this tin can.

The banging didn’t last long before Alex was stopped by the sheer force of the next contraction. Her fingers slowly slid down the lift door as her body crumpled in half over her tight, rock-solid belly. Double over she braced herself against the lift door, thighs widening and knees buckling in a semi-squat, and her body bore down with everything it had. Whether she wanted to or not every muscle was tense and squeezing, pushing the large round shape down down and out of her body. A rumbled grunt echoed from her lungs as she strained and pushed and contracted, and the heaviness between her legs started to burn.

Colleen was hyperventilating, barely able to register her own thoughts over the din of Alex’s furious pushing, grunts and groans erupting from her throat without pause or respite. The baby had to be coming soon, with how forcefully and urgently Alex was bearing down. Colleen’s mind swirled. As Alex pushed she took up the mantle of alerting any outsider to their situation, cupping her hands to her mouth and shouting over Alex’s uncontained moans.

“Help! Help us! We’re trapped in the lift and there’s a pregnant woman in here! She needs help, FAST!”

Alex’s voice rose to a deep bellow, trembling as though she was fighting an exhaustive battle against the baby inside her, bending her knees and opening her hips as wide as they could go in an attempt to drive it down and out. As her voice took on a higher, strained quality, Colleen began to suspect that something astonishing was taking place under her pencil skirt, that with all the pushing she’d been doing, the baby couldn’t possibly be very far from its only way out of her.

“Alex,” Colleen cried desperately. “What should I do?! I don’t know what to do!”

“You- mngh- don’t need to do anything cos mngh- I am not having this baby!” Alex grunted out, palms flat on the metal door, legs bent and wide beneath her skirt. “I am not in labour- hooo- I am not in labour…”

The exec panted the mantra over and over, fighting against her body’s urges to bear down. This baby was not being born in an elevator. She just had to breathe through the pains and she would be in the comfort and safety of a hospital soon, having a c-section damnit. That is what would be happening, not whatever the hell this woman was panicking about. Alex was in control, she always was in control, and the birth of her baby would be no different. She pushed herself off the doors and tried to move, to breathe through it, but the second she turned around her body doubled over and she gripped the railing to keep herself on two legs.

And then the burning got worse - the weight pressing lower, stretching apart her lips. The instinctual need to bear down was no longer a strong suggestion but a screaming demand. Alex was barely aware of her body’s actions anymore, she just wanted it all to stop. All she could do was gasp for air in between the bursts while her body forced the baby lower and lower - the head spreading her most intimate part around its giant surface. I will not have my baby here I will not have my baby here she chanted with every uncontrollable push.

Her thighs pulled the skirt as wide as it would go trying to make room, her whole body weight thrown forward as she leant over gripping the railing, arms locked and knees bent. But her hips weren’t wide enough, her body was too restricted by clothes, yet Alex was frozen to the spot as she grunted and roared with every wave. Soon the growling noise from deep in her throat turned into a pained whimper when the baby’s head pushed right through and fully crowned into her thong and stockings.

Colleen watched in horror as fluid suddenly spurted from between Alex’s thighs, soaking the floor of the elevator, filling the contained space with a musky, almost fertile scent. Alex shivered, lifting onto her toes as she gripped the railing. She looked as though her entire body was being pulled downward with the force of her descending baby. Her stockings were drenched—Colleen could scarcely believe the amount of fluid Alex’s body had let out, and it was still dripping and leaking from inside her skirt. She felt nauseous looking at the spreading puddle beneath Alex’s feet, and thought to herself, no doubt about it, there’s her waters. The release didn’t diminish Alex’s groaning efforts, though; if anything, the sudden breaking seemed to only renew her utter need to birth, nothing impeding or delaying its progress any more.

Except, of course—

Colleen gasped. “Ma’am—Alex—your skirt!”

Alex’s thighs trembled and quivered, spread so far that Colleen could see the hem of her skirt cutting into the flesh of her legs. She was trying to instinctively widen them, Colleen realized. She needed more space, even with them spread so far already, and Colleen could barely imagine the sheer size of the baby coming out of her boss. Then she didn’t have to imagine. As she watched, Alex’s skirt began to tent out slightly, tight against her backside as she doubled over, back flat. Whenever Alex grunted loudly, bending her legs and clutching the railing, the bulge in her skirt grew. That’s the head, Colleen thought, her own head spinning. My god, it’s enormous. It was a miracle they hadn’t been found yet from the noises Alex was making, letting loose guttural groans and roars that echoed in the enclosed space. Her entire face was twisted with effort, teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut. All her strength was going into giving birth to her massive baby, but still, it didn’t seem to be enough, not with her skirt keeping her legs too narrow, her hips too closed. Alex’s skirt lifted and tented more and more, until it seemed to reach a peak. Alex’s voice slipped into a whimper and Colleen blinked, never having thought she’d hear Alex make such a vulnerable, sensitive sound. Then, Alex dropped into another hard push. The tent in the fabric stayed put.

“Your skirt,” Colleen said again, and hurriedly bent to pinch Alex’s skirt up. “Your skirt’s—“

From this angle she could finally see the crown, and drew in a breath. Her boss’s most intimate region was stretched and distended beyond recognition, lips taut around the huge head making its way out of her from behind her thong. The narrow strip of black fabric just contained the head’s huge circumference, cupping it tightly, barely allowing any more space for it to progress. Without room, Alex was stuck with a full crown between her legs, unable to push it out into her stockings.

With her boss barely able to speak anymore, Colleen made an executive decision. “I’m sorry, but we have to get this skirt off. Your baby’s coming, Alex. I can see the head! It’s coming out of you, and you need to let it, okay?! Come on, please listen to me.”

“No….unghhhh!” Alex mewled “I’m not having this baby… not here- ohhhhhhhh!”

The Exec had completely lost all semblance of control; doubled over, hanging onto the railing, legs wide and dipped as much as they could go. Alex couldn’t move. She hissed through her teeth, panting as her labia stretched thin, the baby sitting between her folds. But the baby couldn’t come now! It just can’t. She was at work for fucks sake! And worse, she was trapped in the lift. Real labour takes hours, days, there was no way she was pushing a baby out right now…

Her body argued against her thoughts as everything tightened and contracted once more. Gasping for air Alex tried to fight the muscles bearing down against the ridiculously large mass in her vagina, but panting through the pain didn’t do anything to stop the automatic pushing. Primal and animalistic noises left her mouth as her body pushed, her deep lowing reverberated off the walls.

Grunting at the end of each push, Alex tensed and strained, the instinct desperate to expel the child from her womb. But it wasn’t moving, slipping only the tiniest millimetre into her underwear. Heart racing Alex felt panicked - fighting hard against this birth and yet simultaneously trapped as the baby was stuck, held in by her tight stockings.

“Oh god!!!! Get it out- get it OUT!!!” She cried.

It was all too much; the burning, the fullness, the weight, the pressure. Alex collapsed under it all. She let go of the railing, legs shaking, and she clawed at the hem of her skirt trying to pull it higher, to give her hips more room. It was so tight, and her legs were so wide, her nails scraped across the surface of her stocking covered thighs as she gripped and pulled the black fabric of her skirt up towards her hips. But another wave crested and with it she was consumed by the need to bear down once more. Abandoning her skirt she held fast to the metal railing, her knees buckling trying to pull her down into a squat, but the pencil skirt creaked as the fabric stretched to its limits and she could only dip down slightly and push the baby against the strained clothing.

“I-it’s stuck!” Colleen stuttered. “The head is—” she raised her voice, tried to get through to Alex, but could barely even hear her own words over the almost-inhuman noises escaping from Alex’s throat as she fought desperately against the elastic of her thong, caught between the need to birth and the unyielding fabric of her stockings and the black fabric containing the massive head tightly in her vagina, shoving forward with powerful muscles as it wedged back inside her with just as much force.

She couldn’t open her legs any wider, Colleen saw. They shook violently as she threw back her head and let loose another deafening moan. From Alex’s furious face it was obvious that Colleen didn’t even register as a presence anymore, that the only thing in the world that Alex was thinking about in this moment was the head lodged between her tensed, opened lips.

Only when Alex started screaming that she needed it OUT, right now, was Colleen galvanised into action. She lowered from her crouch until she was kneeling between Alex’s legs. For a brief second, Colleen was in awe of the sight before her; the woman she’d known as a fearsome presence, a powerful executive, had been reduced to a groaning, sobbing mess, birthing into her skirt. Yet, this was her transformation into motherhood, and there was something powerful in that too.

“Alex,” Colleen said. “Alex, you have to stop pushing. I need to get your skirt down.”

She doubted Alex even heard her, but nonetheless she grappled with the clasp of Alex’s pencil skirt. The waistband was held taut by Alex’s widened legs as she tried to allow the baby to pass through, and Colleen was unable to undo the clasp.

“Shi-it,” she licked her teeth and then grabbed both ends of the waistband, pulling hard. The clasp tore off, and immediately the skirt loosened and sagged around Alex’s hips.

“Oohhhhhh… get-it-off-GET-IT-OFF!!” Alex yelled, feeling the tightness of the skirt loosen around her middle.

She had to push, she had to get this baby out now - location and present company be damned - the torturous stretching and excruciating pain had to stop. And Alex knew there was only way in which it would.

Her employee, whateverhernameis, was pulling the skirt over her widened hips and Alex squirmed and shifted with the fullness and desperation to bear down. When the skirt hit the floor Alex immediately stepped out of it and dropped down fully into a deep squat, roaring with the effort of another push. The woman was behind her, she thinks, but she barely notices… Alex’s arms stretch upwards, hands still gripping the railing, her body hanging off the support and almost swinging in her squat.

Her underwear and stockings were still covering her lower body but the freedom of being able to fully open her legs meant the baby could move further out. Alex pulled in a deep breath and bore down with everything she had. Silent in her efforts as all her focus went inward.

Part of her wanted to feel, to know how much of the baby was born and how much there was left to go, but she daren’t release her vice-like grip for fear of collapsing and losing her pushing position. She gasped, her throat scratched and raw, and clamped her teeth together and growled another push. The baby was coming, she could feel it slipping out and this time it wasn’t retreating. Harder and harder she leant into the push and finally the head popped out into her stockings. Alex sobbed with relief and collapsed back into her member of staff.

Colleen cried out in surprise as Alex fell back into her arms, leaning her entire body weight into them as though she had used up all of her strength, drained from pushing the huge head through her overstressed opening, and beneath her more fluid flooded the floor of the lift from the sudden release. Colleen gingerly caught her by the armpits, and Alex’s knees jackknifed apart, jutting upward as she lowered her bottom and hips beneath her, the head dangling between the apex of her thighs. She moaned, breathless, closing her eyes. Tear trails marked their way down her cheeks. Damp and shivering, with a baby hanging out of her, Alex was totally vulnerable to Colleen, hardly seeming to even notice her exposure or dependence on her.

Colleen couldn’t help but smile down at her superior as she swayed and panted in her arms. An hour ago, Colleen might have received a harsh glance for even brushing her fingers as she handed her a coffee. Now, she was holding her up while she prepared to push her baby into the world.

“Go on,” Colleen urged. “Feel the head. It’s out now. You’re almost there.”

“What? Hoooo… it-it’s out… the head?” Alex could barely catch her breath to form words, her full breasts heaving up and down on her belly as she gasped for air.

Somehow the mother-to-be was still upright in her squat but no longer holding the rail, somewhere in her mind she knew the other woman was quite literally holding her up to birth but Alex couldn’t bring herself to pay it any mind. Her only focus was her child emerging between her legs. With a trembling hand she placed a hand downwards and felt, through the sheer stockings, her baby’s head.

“Oh my god… hoooo… I’m having the baby…”

Through all the denial Alex’s brain struggled to compute what was happening. She had fought against it so fiercely, so vehemently, and yet very clearly beneath her fingertips was a baby’s head.

“My-my tights… I’m still wearing my tights?! Oh no… the baby…the tights are over his head… have to get them off!” Alex shifted awkwardly, unsteady in her movements but seemingly desperate to free her emerging child from the confines of her stockings.

“Hoooo…. Ohhhh no….” Alex suddenly whimpered. “Ohhhhhhh I n-need to p-push again…. No… need-tights-off…Don’t push… mnnghhhh…”

“Hold on,” Colleen muttered, working out the logistics of removing Alex’s stockings with her squatting and crowning a baby into them. She heard Alex’s hushed voice, articulating her primal urge to bear down once again.

“Just a moment,” Colleen said, crouching lower while supporting Alex’s labouring body, wrapping her thumbs around Alex’s waistline.

She was close enough to smell the subtle aroma of Alex’s deodorant and the natural odors of birth on her, and see the sweat beaded on her neck. She saw every one of Alex’s muscles tense, her tendons standing clear. Alex moaned, already in the forceful grips of another contraction. Her moan tightened and deepened, and Colleen had listened through enough of her contractions to know that she’d begun to push against her will.

“Alex! No pushing, just hold on a few more seconds,” Colleen said, frantically tugging the stockings down her waist and glutes. Unfortunately, Alex didn’t seem to have any more seconds in her.

“Ohhhh GOD,” she bellowed. “Oh, I’m PUSHINGGGG!” She bore down relentlessly, and Colleen saw the head give a surge against the tight fabric.

Colleen cursed again. Between the baby being squeezed into the stretching fabric and Alex’s parted thighs and widespread knees, there was no way Colleen could even slide the stockings past her crotch. Which meant she couldn’t access Alex’s underwear either. The tent grew and shoved down toward the floor impossibly as Alex sank into her push.

Hopefully, she won’t be too mad about this, Colleen thought, then she seized fistfuls of fabric and tore, ripping a seam large enough for the head. Then she looped her finger around the thong and quickly pulled it to the side.

‘Okay! Okay, I think it’s free!” Colleen announced.

“Ohhhh fuck!!!! It’s coming outtt!!!” Alex cried, gasping a desperate breath in between her body’s involuntary pushing and she felt the burning ring return.

A deep and gravelled roar rattled her throat as the shoulders stretched her sore and sensitive lips. Her baby… it was coming out… in the elevator at work! She couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Gripping her knees she fully leant into the contraction, using every bit of it as her hips sank towards the floor and her muscles pushed.

Suddenly she yelped and jolted in Colleen’s arms as one shoulder slipped free and Alex quickly and instinctively let go of her knees to put both hands between her spread thighs. The baby’s head and neck were in her uncertain hands and she grunted, low and long, desperately calling on every ounce of strength she had left to get the infant out.

With a roar-turned-wail Alex cried out as the baby slipped from her body and shot into her waiting hands.

Up. She had to bring him up, had to hold him. In a fraction of a heartbeat Alex had pulled the baby from between her legs and held the slippery newborn against her chest.

“Y-you’re h-here… oh baby… you’re here…” Alex sobbed, wiping the blood and fluids from his face. It was scrunched and red, eyes not yet open, his body curled up tight. Then his fists pushed against her breast, legs kicking and discovering new sensations, and the little bundle let out a high-pitch cry as he opened his eyes.

Colleen let Alex slip from her arms to the elevator floor, cupping her baby gently in her arms and murmuring softly. She rocked slightly, and even in the enclosed space it seemed to Colleen as though Alex was in her own world, far away from anyone or anything else. She backed away, allowing Alex her moment to meet the child she’d worked so hard to carry and birth. She didn’t think she’d be able to see Alex as she had before, the untouchable executive. Instead, she’d witnessed Alex’s most intimate, vulnerable moment, even helped her through it. She smiled to herself and Alex cooed, her face close to the baby at her breast.

The quiet peace of the lift was disrupted by a banging on the metal ceiling.

“Hey—! Is someone in here? And, is that a baby crying?!”

Colleen met eyes with Alex, and laughed weakly. “I don’t suppose this qualifies for a promotion, does it?”

[gayleafpool]

i remember when i was like 13 maybe and roleplaying warrior cats on instagram and i wanted to join this one clan called ghostclan but you needed to have a kill count like a real one like you needed to link the leader of the clan to a roleplay where your character murdered someone else and i was like fuuuuuck who tf is gonna let me do that. so i made another account real quick to make this other fake oc so my character could kill them i posted an open rp and everythinggg i was convincing too i leaned hard into the roleplay i made it dramatic but thensomeone joined it and was like now now… such senseless violence… end this. and i was so mad bro bc like now if i kept going it wouldn’t be convincing but man how did you ruin my fake kill. cant even kill myself in peace i was SEETHINGGGGG

[starmocha]

‘tis the damn season and deck them goddamned halls [Sylus/Reader ★ 1800 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Onychinus’ base gets a festive makeover. Day 01 — to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) Day 02 — do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) (Zayne/Reader) Day 03 — in a gingerbread house built for two (Rafayel/Reader) Day 04 — you shine like the stars, you light up my heart (Xavier/Reader) A/N: I did not mean to skip this many days. I had an iron deficiency that left me physically weak and unable to focus for days. But I’m backkk now. Gonna try to churn out a few stories to catch up with the schedule. 😭😭😭 I had this idea planned since the beginning of this series, but the other day, the Sylus RP blog @sylus-qin and I ended doing a mistletoe plot too. Completely different from this, but I still wanted to give a shoutout <3 Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia 【 request to be added 】

Throughout Linkon City, citizens were getting ready for the merry season. Garlands and festive lights were strung high in the city square, and holiday music blared from stores seemingly nonstop.

The moment you stepped into the N109 Zone, however, you noticed the drastic change. It wasn’t that the citizens of the N109 Zone didn’t celebrate Christmas, but the atmosphere felt much more subdued in comparison to the lively Linkon City. You saw a few decorations here and there. Shops (the reputable ones at least) were doing Christmas-themed sales, and you heard some Christmas songs every now and then.

In spite of all that, though, there was one place in the N109 Zone that did feel completely devoid of all signs of the approaching holiday.

Onychinus’ base.

“It’s so dark and dreary here.”

“It’s always dark and dreary here.”

“Don’t you want to make it festive?”

“Not particularly.”

“…”

“But if a certain kitten wants to ‘deck the halls,’ then by all means, go ahead.”

“You could’ve just said yes.”

“Do you want my card?”

“Yes.”

Armed with Sylus’ highly-valued black card and two of his trusted henchmen, Operation: Turn Onychinus’ base into a holly jolly wonderland was underway!

Since Luke and Kieran both refused to take off their masks, you reluctantly decided to do your shopping around the N109 Zone and made a few online orders for whatever other decorations you decided you needed.

Within a few days, shopping bags and packages full of garlands, lights, ornaments, and random knickknacks were strewn in the parlor just waiting for your creative touch. You beamed proudly, already humming happily Deck the Halls as you lay everything out neatly. A sudden shadow overcast you, the imposing presence looming behind you had you looking up curiously and meeting the amused smirk of Onychinus’ feared leader.

“Sweetie, I gave you my card.”

“…yeah?”

“…did you even buy anything?”

“What do you mean?! I bought a ton!”

“But you’ve only spent $1,000.”

“…don’t you have a gun you need to go bid on or something?”

After shooing Sylus away, you gotten to work decorating every single room, all of the halls, and not leaving a single crevice free from your festive vision. You worked nonstop for hours, commandeering whichever unfortunate Onychinus henchmen who passed by you, and roping them into your Yuletide operation.

“A little higher…higher…higher…too high—”

“Miss Hunter,” Kieran interrupted you from atop his ladder. You couldn’t see his face, but from his tone alone, you surmised he was rolling his eyes at you, about exasperated with the hours of you barking out orders to the twins.

“This was where we had the garland ten minutes ago,” Luke finished his brother’s thought, his tone much more explicit.

“Oh,” you said sheepishly, squinting, “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” both twins answered.

You tilted your head thoughtfully. “Maybe a little lower—”

They both ignored you and proceeded to hang the garland as is. You huffed in annoyance, but before you could get another word out, you noticed Mephisto perching nearby on a console table. You glared.

“Sylus!”

Mephisto squawked in shock and started flapping his wings, flying away as you chased after the mechanical crow.

“Mephie! I know you were spying on me for Sylus!” you yelled after the bird as you dashed down the hallway, “Get back here, you snoop!”

Luke and Kieran stared at one another, sighing.

Suddenly, Luke piped up, “Actually, maybe Miss Hunter is right and this could be low—"

He watched his brother climbed down his ladder and walked away. Luke grumbled, “So…am I supposed to finish decorating the hallway by myself now?”

“Caw! Caw! Caw-caw!”

“Don’t you ‘caw-caw’ at me, you traitor!” you screamed as you stumbled into Sylus’ study just as Mephisto landed on the young Onychinus leader’s shoulder. He looked up at you, his brow quirking up in question as you continued to argue with the mechanical crow. He sighed as his once quiet study was now filled with the argumentative squawking from both you and Mephisto.

“Sweetie, is everything okay?” he asked patronizingly, interrupting both you and the mechanical crow. He didn’t even attempt to hide his amusement when you turned to glare at him, clearly unpleased with his condescending tone.

“You were spying on me!”

“I was not,” he answered, mildly offended by the accusation. “I’ve been in my study all afternoon.”

“You had Mephisto spying on me!”

“Mephisto is free to roam as he pleased,” Sylus answered calmly, though you still had suspicions. Sylus sighed and motioned for the mechanical crow to leave. Mephisto appeared upset, but he did hop off Sylus’ shoulder and flew out of the room without complaint. You glared at the open door, only turning around when Sylus called your name.

“I’ve already seen your progress earlier,” Sylus said, “Is there a particular reason you suddenly don’t want me to know about your little project?”

Your shoulders slumped, feeling a little embarrassed now, as if you were a child being reprimanded for throwing a temper tantrum. “I wanted it to be a surprise,” you admitted, and Sylus smiled. “I wanted to see your reaction once everything was done.”

Sylus stood up from his desk and made his way over to you. You kept your sight lowered, too embarrassed to look him in the eye now after your silly little hissy fit.

“Look at me,” Sylus said firmly.

You hesitated.

“Sweetie, I said look at me,” Sylus repeated, his tone sharper, making you flinched before you slowly looked up, surprised to see his gentle smile.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I’m already touched that you wanted to do this,” he said, “And I already know I love everything that you’ve done so far, so why are you fretting so much? It is just a holiday.”

“Can’t you at least be a little surprised or…” You furrowed your brows.

He shook his head, laughing to himself at your frustrated expression. “Are you upset now that I am not overtly excited?”

“Well, no,” you admitted quietly, “I can’t really see you jumping for joy or gushing or…”

Sylus watched in amusement as you continued to mumble to yourself. “Have you decorated the tree yet?”

“Hm?” You looked up, surprised when Sylus questioned you. Slowly, you shook your head, unsure of where this conversation was headed.

“Then, why don’t we do this next part together?”

“…you actually want to decorate something?”

“No,” he answered, taking your hand in his, “But I do enjoy spending time with you. I don’t particularly care about the activity itself.”

You started to smile again. “Okay,” you said at last, “I was saving the tree for last, but…I want to decorate it with you as well.”

“Couldn’t we—ah!” You startled, frightened as you suddenly felt the ground disappeared and you were floating several feet high with only the tendrils of the red and black mist Sylus controlled supporting you. You gripped tightly the star topper in your hands. “Sylus—we could’ve used a ladder!”

He shrugged dismissively, and casually made a motion with his hand. You suddenly found yourself floating near the top of the Christmas tree, your feet dangling a little, unused to this weightless feeling of being suspended in the air for so long. After half an hour of decorating the tree with lights and an assortment of different ornaments, the only thing that was left was the topper for the tree. You carefully placed the star topper, smiling when it appeared to be aligned straight and perfectly.

Your joy was brief as without warning and within seconds, you suddenly found yourself descending rapidly, your cries stopping only once you found yourself cradled in Sylus’ strong arms, and his haughty face was peering down at you in amusement at your reddened cheeks.

You feebly glared at him. “You—!”

He chuckled. “The tree looks nice, sweetie,” he complimented you with sincerity, and your expression softened, though you were still mildly upset, feeling your heart still racing from the earlier adrenaline you had experienced at his mercy.

“Next time, you can put the topper on the tree,” you half-grumbled. Sylus agreed affably to your words.

In that moment, you noticed Mephisto had flown into the room, though Sylus himself seemed unsurprised by the mechanical bird’s presence. You blinked in confusion, noticing Mephisto was circling above you two, carrying a particular bundle of foliage in his beak.

“Why is Mephisto carrying parsley in his beak?”

“Parsle—what is wrong with your head?”

Sylus lowered his face down closer to yours. He smirked when he saw your smile, quickly catching on that you were messing with him just seconds earlier. He settled you back down to your feet, but he didn’t allow much space between you two. His face inched closer to yours and his thumb brushed over your lips, amused when he noticed you trembling from just the light touch. “Teasing me, are you?”

“I mean…just a little bit,” you said, feeling a growing dread upon seeing Sylus’ smile and sensing his imposing aura that almost wanted to engulf you. You nervously swallowed, wondering what was going on in his head.

“Should a kitten be so naughty this close to Christmas?” Sylus questioned you with a smirk, continuing, “What if good ol’ St. Nick puts you on his naughty list at the last minute?”

You pouted when he squeezed your face. You gripped his arm with both hands, grumbling, “What about you? Aren’t you expecting a lifetime supply of coals?”

“Indeed,” Sylus agreed to your annoyance. He loosened his grip on your face, his touch gentler now as he guided your lips closer to his. His voice was low, soft and only audible to you, “There is one festive tradition I wouldn’t mind practicing.”

“Which is…” There was a growing knot in your stomach, already suspecting that you knew what he had meant. With Mephisto’s sudden presence after Sylus’ earlier suggestion to decorate the Christmas tree together, you couldn’t help but wondered if all of this had been some elaborate ploy of his that you had gullably let yourself be manipulated into. You hesitantly voiced your thought aloud, the knot in your belly twisting tighter at his amused laugh and sudden confession.

“I confess,” he husked, taking your lips greedily for himself. You gasped against his kisses, surrendering yourself to him almost immediately. Lost to Sylus’ relentless kisses, you didn’t even notice when Mephisto landed on the mantle, the mistletoe still in his beak as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. Almost embarrassed, the mechanical crow looked away, his head tucked into his wing, as you and Sylus continued to kiss next to the newly decorated and brightly lit Christmas tree, its warm glow seeming to welcome the approaching holiday with wonderous joy.

[soupcafe]

I have written and rewritten this post so many times after taking time to really gather my thoughts and sit with everything that has transpired in the last two weeks. If I'm being honest.. what has transpired the last three years of running the FindRPs server. Under the cut if you want to read. Warning: it's really fucking long. Sorry about it.

God I don't even know where to start, okay.

I have always tried to do my best to remain neutral in most situations and show a face of calm collection when it came to matters in the server. As a leader there, I believed that being anything other than that would only show instability of myself and on the rest of the staff. I always tried to make it known that I was willing to hear people out, and ready to enact changes if it felt like the right thing to do for the collective.

I don't know if that was the right choice to make, but it certainly felt like it for me, so that's how I ran things.. that's how I encouraged the rest of staff to run things. I've already said this to the former staff, but I have nothing but the highest respect for the hard work they put into that server. All of us were running that place for free, but it felt like a full time job with the way people treated us both on the server and here on tumblr.

Our goal was to provide a space for various platforms to advertise their rp groups, post 1x1s, post their resources, ask for help from their community, and more. FindRPs all started because tumblr tags became notoriously unreliable, group rps weren't able to mass fill their queues, sideblogs were being shadowbanned and deleted left and right. Why not streamline it into one easy hub? Why not make a place for a community? I've seen it said a few times now that we should have learned our lesson and not had any general chat or allow conversation at all. How fucking sad is that? In a hobby where the whole purpose is writing a story together... collaborating.... and you all can't even handle or have the civility to have a general chat.

I don't claim to have made all the right decisions, or to have said the right thing in a moments time. But things could so very quickly go from zero to one hundred there. Within minutes people would be at each other's throats and god forbid anyone on staff have a real life and not take care of it within seconds. I can't count how many times I was at work, or a family function, or a doctors office, and I get the ping that something happened but I can't deal with it right then and there. The anxiety of knowing that it will be talked about in the tags, and that if I or another staff member isn't online to take care of it right that second, we will get shit for letting it happen.

Isn't that insane? That I couldn't go about my daily life and do normal things without thinking about you all having no decorum and going after one another like children?

I was getting anxiety from not looking at the server for more than an hour or two. I don't know how in the world I thought I was going to be able to handle having a newborn and focusing on something that is going to be one of the most amazing experiences of my life, knowing that all of this would be in the back of my mind. It wouldn't be fair to my kid... to my family. And yeah... maybe that's me taking it too seriously. But when you dedicate three years of your life to this, and have been in this community on tumblr for as long as I have.. you fear the loss of it.

Don't even get me started on the lack of communication. Any blog that decided to let anons and rumors come into play and pass judgement on us with lies or half the story over the course of the server's activity... you all are complicit. No one ever came to us with their opinions and issues — the first thing that was on anyone's mind was which rpt blog can I go to. So instead of handling things like adults, you all hid behind anon and let someone else post it for you.

Because why attempt to make an actual change by speaking to us when you can just judge and bully us instead? No one ever said maybe they need some help and I should offer to join the team. But why would you... when you could see how we were being treated. When you were the one treating us that way.

Anytime something happened in that server, my inbox would fill with anon messages of death threats or otherwise inflammatory and cruel statements against me. I always deleted them and gave them no merit because what is some fucking anon going to do to me in my real life? Nothing.

This time though.. I was simply done with it. I was looking at the server, at my own happiness, at my own life and where I was being led, and decided that it simply wasn't worth it to subject myself and the rest of the staff to it any longer. All of us were preparing major life changes and were having conversations about possibly stepping down and handing the server off. I'm sorry that a few people decided to ruin it for the rest of you who never did anything wrong. I would have loved to hand over the reins to someone else and let FindRPs live on as the needed resource it was, but you all can make your own servers as you've said many times that you want to do. You can spend three years growing it to nearly 3k members of all rp backgrounds and life backgrounds and you can make your rules exactly how you want them and to deal with things exactly how you want to deal with them... I sincerely hope it thrives for you.

I'm going to call out a few specific blogs from this situation because you are directly complicit in the spreading of this. JJ (galitzined), Nan (nanschman), Xan (jimiin), Jas (snoopdoggs), Veda (nosyrpt), and fluoresceins. All of you decided that it was okay to bully. Several of you decided to say that I was subjecting Hermie, a Palestinian mod, to coexisting with zionists knowingly.. when it has always been the case that if they made themselves known we would ban them and Hermie would be the one to do it. We realized too late that we missed one glaringly obvious one and Hermie got the satisfaction of banning them before FindRPs was deleted for good.

All of us in our real lives are putting in the work to make change, you know, where it matters the most. Personally for myself, I involve myself in local and state politics and actively ensure that I am voting for representatives that align with Palestine or at the very least is not interested in supporting Israel. I donate to fundraisers when I am able. Not that I ever owed any of you a list of what I am doing... but I have always stood with Palestine. I fucking hate JKR, and was a moderator who voted to ban it in the initial rule change. (Love that some of you are trying to say I've been extremely active in the HP RPC and have proof because.... bitch where?) But you know... you all will spin anything to fit your narrative.

I said it many times that everyone on staff, every single one of us, was part of a marginalized group one way or another. Half of us were trans, more than half were people of color, I think literally all of us are queer. So you all decided that the best thing to do was to hurt members of your own communities, hurt the people that you claim to stand up for... that's incredibly telling about the kind of people you are.

Mar made a post recently that I think all of you need to read and take to heart. Many of us are so disheartened by the lack of change that we are seeing in the real world that going hard within a small community like the one here is where you can get your satisfaction — because it seems simple in a smaller space where you can watch change happen in real time. Mar put it really well, better than I ever could, so here is a link for you to read it yourself.

We are actively driving people away from this community. Some of them are warranted, but a majority of it is over the most petty bullshit that could be solved if we weren't so catty and quick to jump to conclusions.

Shadow, I do want to apologize to you. You did not lead to the downfall of this server, it was a long time coming. And I agreed with all of the resources you gave, I agree with wanting to educate someone. What I failed to communicate effectively, and I do take responsibility for this, is that you didn't need to do it publicly. You could have DM'd Lumos and taken care of it outside of the server, which is really all we were trying to say in that statement we made: why in the world are we having these conversations in the general chat of a rp advertisement server when you can just... talk to the person directly. Or I don't know... use the block button. All of you need to learn how to use that more. And you did already apologize for necro-ing it... but I believe you knew what you were doing there. Even on a laptop you had to scroll up to see the interaction with Lumos and there was no way you missed the timestamps. It was not the first time you decided to use a public space in the server to be mean to someone, so, I don't believe that you didn't know what you were doing there. Regardless of being correct in the information you were spreading, you were an asshole. We gave you a warning that the behavior wouldn't be tolerated and yet you continued to harass Lumos so consequences of your actions were to be banned. Not because of what you said or how you went about it, but because you didn't know when to stop.

I don't think Lumos has tumblr to see all of this, and I literally deleted everything from the server — I have no logs of anything that happened anymore. But we did rail into them. We told them that what they were saying was fucked up and they should read into the resources. All of us were talking about banning them anyways, but we wanted to take the time to think things through, to step away and sit with it and decide. Once again, God Forbid we handle things like adults and have real lives and think before acting, especially with all of you shouting into the tags about how we were handling it. They were getting death threats, both in their dms and out in the open in the general chat. Like what the fuck. Who in their right mind thinks that's an okay thing to do?

Anyway, we tended to handle things there privately. We preferred it that way because no one needs their dirty laundry aired out in front of 3k people, and have them weigh in on it while we're trying to handle things. Just because you didn't see anything happening on your end, doesn't mean things weren't happening behind the scenes. And screenshots are always a thing; we have never feared someone taking them for their records. I sent the screenshots to JJ because Shadow left out an entire part of the conversation. I didn't send it to "make ourselves look better" as Nan so lovingly put it. I did it for transparency.

Maybe we could have been more transparent over certain things, I don't know. But also.. some situations are simply none of anyone's business.

Anyway. It's gone now. I mourn the loss of something that I truly put my heart, soul, and tears into. I helped to provide a resource for the community who does not deserve it for free for three years of my life. I met some of the most amazing writers in there that I never would have crossed paths with if not for the server.

It's time to move on from the greater rpc for me though. I don't know if I am going to continue to be on this blog. I really don't have a desire to at this time. I do know I will be writing with my rp group and continue keeping in touch with others on discord. That's really why I'm not afraid to post all of this and let you all pick it apart. I simply don't care anymore. I'm a week away from my due date, and ready to take the step into motherhood. I'm so excited for it. My blood pressure certainly thanks me.

I urge you all to take a good hard look at how you interact with this community. I want you all to take a look at the complaints that are made all the time and have been for years now — of groups not surviving, of no one writing, of people feeling hopeless, or judged. You actively create this space. You truly want to be the change? Do better for the rpc then. Be kind, and if you can't do that, block and move on. The people you don't like and you don't agree with are going to be around for as long as they want to be anyway.

Best, Maeve.

[thatbitchery]

My thing with self improvement is if you don't know who you are not only will it obviously not work but you will also leave the space feeling like you're a lost cause that can not be helped. The same way a beautiful dress can look ugly on the wrong body and an ugly dress can look right and pretty on the right body- that's exactly how people are. I'm so glad when I started leveling up I didn't even know I was leveling up and it just happened as a consequence of adaptation so I wasn't watching creators bc the damage would've been irreversible. When girls and boys come to me for help or coaching and they just sound like an Alibaba version David Goggins the wizardliz its like slow down. That's not how it works babes. I want to wake up at 4 am and workout - you're a night owl your productive hours are after 10pm when the whole world is sleeping and you hate working out be fr with me rn. Even THEY don't do all that chill. You're not a tall skinny white Russian baddie or a Mariner with Severe ED YOU'RE 23 middle class average body who wants to succeed in medicine not sugar dating, chill. Like it literally NEVER works like that. Also you're an individual thats unique in every single plane, but mostly the 4D babes of course another person's blueprint won't work for you be fr.

For example when people say be a leader not a follower I just laugh because I am 100% a follower no part of me wants to make the big decisions I do NOT want that pressure pls. YOU focus on taking the risks I'm happy to clock in my eight hours and go home thanks. Or "Move in silence" sounds good but I'm a manifesting generator I have to yap my plans to someone it's how i Think. Literally for me to figure something out I need to be talking to someone and will find what I'm looking for in conversation it'll serve me better to find two people to overshare with than not overshare at ALL that's the exact opposite of my 4D blueprint? 'Make A PlAn anD sTicK tO' ADHD. ADHD ma'am. In fact 90% of mainstream level up advice works the EXACT opposite of me so I know the Universe loves me because it didn't allow me to be consumed in content that will send me the exact opposite direction of where I'm supposed to be and make me think there's something inherently wrong with me bc why does it work for everyone but me?

First of all, people on the internet do not exist. We out here lying in the real world what do you think we do in the virtual one. The 'Ever Since I started Watchung Your Videos I have Started Earning 2000k Per Month comment in that Iman Ghandhi (is that the name) is made by a social reject 14 yr old looking for comradery in identifying with a figure he idolizes baby no one is making 2k from doing that ok? ok. That 'My Life Has Changed' only lasted 2 months. That's not how lives change. That's called motivation it wears out. Lives are not supposed to change in a month. Fires that burn that fast die that fast ok. There's nothing wrong with you you're just not looking for community by appealing to bots. You're good.

Second, learn who you are and find what works so your therapist / coach doesn't spend the first 3 months of your money shedding all the dumbass weight you attach to yourself that is doing literally nothing but hold you down. Save time save money save yourself from self loathing and 'I'm lazy I'm stupid I'm bla bla" and just learn yourself. Your blueprint is unique to you that's why no one else's is working. Of course you feel shitty you're fighting yourself in favor of someone else of course your essence and spirit will fight back??

"Mother how do I-" who are you lets start there. Bc I could throw words at you all day and actually mess you up over helping you bc I told you what I would do and ma'am is you me? So I spend the first two months of personal coaching talking about light topics like fashion and grades trying to get who is this person? Based on actions and reactions (reminder to RP with your therapist and coach. Demand it. You're paying so you're the boss.).

Third PLEASE stop consuming How To content. See how I don't tell you how to do X and Y i throw sociology at you? Because sociology is uniform people are just monkeys with watches and houses we are programmed by evolution but How To X is personal your actions are programmed by your personal environment, internal and external. Also, I love you I really really really love you so I'll tell you this rn for free- there's a very thin line between being inspired by someone and downright wanting to be them. Stop that. STOP IT ok ok? Make moodoards on pinterest like the rest of us and stop looking up to Kendall your mom isn't Kris Jenner. I think it's important to have someone to look up to and in my books its better to cosplay someone else instead of bedrotting yes go do wonyoungism but not at the expense of you okay? Its better than bedrotting doesn't mean it's good. Extreme bodybuilding is better than anorexia but that doesn't make it good though does it? Just the better poison but ED is ED.

Fourth, I will NEVER stop preaching about how not only stupid but also impractical Morality & Co are because 90% of the time to 90% of the people I talk to that's the issue. I get it how ok I shouldn't kill people is an issue yes but why is it hard for you to accept that you don't want a 9-5 and you don't want to get married you want to be some rich man's mistress like. Even people IN THE BIBLE did it sooo why are you acting like that degree you're going to uni for won't just rot in your closet be serious. I get how some things do need moralization like yes we don't steal from orphans but you know that in every single relationship you get into with a man, romantic platonic family etc, he will be the taker you will be the giver like this is set on stone right. Like you know this. Women give men take. Even just by vicinity. Just rob him sis he's robbing you by virtue of existing in your life look at your brother. BROTHER? DAD? That one boy in class that makes you uncomfortable and steals your joy just by the way he looks at you? Just rob him how is this a moral debate. A man exists in your life? He's robbing you. You want good grades but hate studying? Ok are you going into medicine or something that genuinely requires studying for? No you're studying business. Just cheat . The school itself is cheating you otherwise Justify tuition. Tell me I'm paying 80k $ in tuition bc this and this. Be fr. You can not accept what you are because you're moralizing them. "I want X BUT-" yeah no one cares. At least not me. You can't unwant something desires are inborn, lets save time and your money and work on how you'll get it I'm not a therapist I'm not bound by a license. My job isn't to make you palatable in society and easy to exist with you're paying me to get results. Lets save the preaching I go to church I got that covered let's focus on how to get you results who cares about all that. You're a monkey in a dress. The only laws that matter are evolutionary, the only god that matters is you. Heaven is Gstaad on a horse not white cloths and rivers of gold in a place with no economy to give the gold value you're pushing 30 be serious.

BMAC

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

✨RP Storylines ✨

For all the ones (I remember) that are both finished and unfinished with some paused Adamsapple rps.

More Storylines

✨ Finished ✨

- Terminator Au

- Steve At The Hotel

- Mother Of Sin

- God Adam Au Part One

- God Adam: Part 2

- Adam The Radio Demon

- Moth Adam Au

- Vampire Adam

- Dark Lucifer Vampire

- Gladiator Au

- The First Man

- Switch Au

- Obedience Au

- Serial Killer x FBI Agent

- Phantom of the Opera

- Alternative Prison Au

- Devil Nun x Priest Au

- Adamsapple Disney Princess Storys

- Queen Adam Morningstar Series

- Bimbo Adam Au: Eden

- Ancient Prince Au

- Firefighter Au

- Adams First Halloween

- Adams First Sinsmas

- Snow Covered Love

- Chaggie Au

- Cancer Au

- Prostitute Adam x Mafia Leader Lucifer

- Norman Bates Au

- Memory Loss Au

- How The Devil Stole Christmas

- Experiment x Scientist Au

- Hobbit Au

- Mafia Daycare Au

- Adam Sin of Wrath

- Hell Nanny Au

- Oblivious Luicfer

- Body Swap Au

- F is for Family

- Adam The Last Unicorn

- Leathery Love

- Separation Trial

- Dexter Au

- Hanahki Disease Au

- Lilo and Stitch Au Christmas Edition

- Queen Bee Adam

- Nun Adam: The Bride of the Devil

- The King's of Hell (Trans! Adam)

- The Devil's Baby Deal

- VooDoo Do You

- The Hotel Yard

- Monster Under The Bed

- My Godly Valentine

- Pin Me (To Your Bed)

- Prince x Thief

- Trapped Heart

- Save Them First

- FBI Serial Killer x FBI Agent

- The Light Bringer

- Adam The Exorcist

- Adam Obsessed

- The Savior

- Stolitz Au

- The Queen and the Toy Maker

- Surviving Purgatory

- Fallen To Purgatory

- The Other Adam

- 90 Day Fiancee Down Under

- In Another World

- The Princes Pet

- House Husband to Overlord

- Adam is Vanilla

- Cult of Adam

- HocKEY to My Heart

- Break Up Au Part 1

- In Your Head

- Muscle Daddy

- Stolen Heir

- Cherri Dipper Snakes

- The A Show

- My Sweet Evil Advisor

- Induced

- Royal Pain in the Ass

- Dragons in the Mountains

- The Key to his Hardened Heart

- Sleeping King

✍️ Work In Progress ✍️

- This Time the Angels Mine

- Remember Me?

- Sugar Baby Au

- Hell's Missing the Devil

- Worship

- Outta This World

- Faith and Innocence

- Wedding Bells

⏸️ Paused ⏸️

- Lord of the Rings Au

- Almonds and Balance (Break Up Au Part 2)

- God Adam Part 3 the Prequel

- Strike Me Down

- Bitch Adam (Prison Au)

- The Morningstar's

- Barbaric Engagement

- Drag Queen Adam Au

❄️ Adamsapple Advent Masterpost ❄️

🎃 Adamsapple Harvest 🎃

😢 Adamsapple Angst Week 😢

💝 Adamsapple Fluff Week 💝

Future Evesworld Au Master Post

The Longing Au

The Cult of Adam

Random Mini Stories

😜 Just Smut 😜

😔 Discontinued 😔

- Warlord Au

- Bet on Red

- Our Chemistry

- Falling For A Dream Demon

- Trails of Apollo

- Lust King Adam

- Devil Lucifer x Ghost Hunter Adam

- Actor Au

- Under the Big Top

- Demi God Au

- Demonic Future Au

- Snakes Fate

- Then and Now

- DHORKS Captured The Devil

- In the Sewer

- Boxer Au

- Eden Lucifer

- Deaf Adam x Mute Lucifer Au

- Online Prison Affair

- Esther Au

- Big Bang Theory Au

- What Happens In Hell Doesn't Stay in Hell

- Blonde Adam Au

[hawthornclangen]

HawthornClan; Moon 2

Author's notes under the cut!

Hickorypaw seems distracted more and more lately. Morningstar is worried for his star-apprentice - usually, nothing seems to phase the young warrior-to-be. When asked about it, though, Hickorypaw insists he is fine.

Plumpaw, however, is not convinced by her friend's assurances. She knows something is wrong, but chooses not to probe - Hickorypaw will tell her when he's ready.

Hickorypaw opens up to his best friend, even if only a little. He is aware that he hasn't been doing his best lately, and he feels crushed under the weight of the clan's expectations. He is the leader's apprentice - he has to be exceptional.

But lately... He hasn't felt much like a he. Even Hickorypaw's best friend's off-pawed comment seems to raise hackles. Hickorypaw doesn't really feel like a tom - she doesn't really know if she ever has.

Cloudwish has been spending more and more time with Nightfeather lately - the two often share tongues or sunbathe on one of the many ledges around the camp. Froststream can't help the prickle of irritation clawing at his skin every time the two catch his eye. How does the healer have so much time to simply laze around? And surely his sister could pick another cat to court!

Gorseflame takes Plumpaw out to teach her to fish. Plumpaw is less than enthusiastic, and grumbles about having to touch the water at all - which makes Gorseflame doubt her teaching skills even more.

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we're back, woohoo!! this delay was brought to you by my current warriors rp obsession eating up my free time lmao

anyway! hickory actually only came out as trans in-game on moon 4, but i feel bad using the wrong pronouns for her so i'm sowing the seeds early. besides - the events of the first few moons leading up to her coming out make sense in the context :>

[ask-tfone-megatron]

Decepticons, assembled! Today, I, Megatron, shall address a critical aspect of our conquest: open communication.

I don't wish to begin my regime with shrouded mystery, fostering skepticism. No more! I invite all to query me directly.

Fear not, for your curiosity will be rewarded, not punished. If I find your inquiry to be worthy of an answer I might also entertain you over my past as d-16.

Step forward, Decepticons, and inquire. Together, we'll forge an unstoppable force.

Important tags(alternative universe):

#u 0124 (tfo Haunted au):

Megatron did it. He didn't save his lover as he said and now Orion is dead. Then why does he keep hearing voice? Why keep seeing him smiling in front of him? Is his lover's spirit keeps visiting him? Perhaps that is his punishment for his sin but then why he finds solace in this haunting illusion of his lover.

Theme- angst

Here Megatron is a grieving d-16

Pairing with @orionpax-arc

#u 0112- Rebirth Au:

What if Megatron returns back to his time to relive his life as d-16 but with his memory instant for him to remember his life as Megatron.

No pairing, open for all Orion pax rp accounts @orionpax-arc ,

RP rules:

Yes rp is not allowed in DM!! Whatever is in the DM .. will remain in the DM!!

The second you start to feel uneasy and uncomfortable during rp please let mun know as my muse tends to be aggressive but rp is about fun and enjoyment not discomfort

Self and oc are allowed.

If you wish for literature rp (not my best suit but you have to tag me in that post and if the scene is suitable for "TFO" Megatron to answer, he will)

Except a mixture of tfo and IDW Megatron while rp

Say rude things and you will get a rude response from Megatron. Tit or tat (I won't feel sorry for that)

(I will add more rules as I see suitable in future and if you wish to chat with the admin you are more than welcome to do so as I won't mind it much... please I sometimes feel very lonely 😭😭😭😭)

How Megatron speaks:

Normal

RAISED VOICE

Yelling

*action*/ action

How admin speaks:

Hello/((hello))

A little bit about Admin (me):

This is a sfw Blog so minors feel free to interact and ask.

Muse will not answer any questions regarding politics, hate, abuse and anything negative. Those questions will be deleted without hesitation.

Mun is a big megop fan! So if you are an optimus rp Blog I will definitely be there in your inbox!. Mun loves almost Soundop, Shockop, Megsound, Optiratchet, Driftratch, wheelratch.

I tend to do a little disappearing nowadays but rest assured I am not cruel enough to ditch ask. Just be a little distracted or need a little distracted to feel in the character again

About muse:

Megatron is freshly after the tfo movie so the questions over d-16 are acceptable and welcome!!(Poor megs is sad and hurt)

He is independent as well connected to the canon (as much as possible)

This Megatron prefers to interact with intake before aiming his canon but do not mistake that as his weakness. He is still learning the curves of becoming a ruthless leader.

But he is soft for any sparkling in question

Muse and Mun's opinion will not always be aligned (mind it)

He is comfortable with the idea of multiverse as well.

Expect him to sometimes mess around and act more like d-16 (softie) and shit posting with other characters!(Whom he considers friends)

Here are some songs of my muse I love by @acaciasmith8 ((very creative I must add ))

That gif is created by @naeella please follow them!

[matoitech]

i wanted to draw a cat yesterday so heres one of my old rp ocs i havent touched since i was a kid

hornetstar started out as a warrior apprentice but very early into her apprenticeship believed she received a sign from starclan that she should switch to medic training. the senior medic in the clan instantly believed she was right and agreed to train her, but the clan already had two medic apprentices, so hornetpaw was not treated kindly by the others, who didn't believe she actually had received a sign at all and it was just a young apprentices overactive imagination (and that she just had little warrior skills). they were probably right, since it seemed hornetpaw had a very weak connection to starclan and struggled with the spiritual aspect of her training

regardless, one of the apprentices was killed on a road and the other apprentice disappeared, so the senior medic believed hornetpaw had come into the healing den for a reason. she was trained and given her full name of hornetsting. she was an adequate medic, good with herbs and her clanmates, but she often missed or misinterpreted signs from starclan, and over time she grew insecure in her relationship with them (and by extension her position), wondering if the other apprentices she'd grown up with were right and she had no business being the spiritual interpreter for her clanmates. her mentor, who was very close to hornetsting and by now older and jaded and exhausted by both the cyclical warring lifestyle of the clans and starclan's encouragement of maintaining that violence, grew frustrated with their ancestors for their rejection of her apprentice. she was 'disappeared' as well

hornetstings clan was a single clan in a forest like a skyclan situation and eventually was driven off and disbanded for reasons i have to rewrite lol. hornetsting was the most senior clan member left alive (though she lost her good eye in the fight) so she took the name -star and assumed the position of leader to try and protect the remaining cats in her clan, including her surviving niece tansypaw. starclan would not grant her nine lives, her name, or acknowledge her position as leader, so she lied to her clanmates to let them believe starclan approved of her. she remains as the medic too, since she had not yet trained an apprentice. she doesn't have the time to train one now, but she's also worried that with starclan's continued disapproval of her, she can't help fulfill the spiritual aspect of an apprentices training anyway.

hornetstar's ambition had drained out of her over the years and with all her insecurities, so she is deeply unhappy in her position as leader and desperate for another cat to come along who can lead them instead, and she can go back to being a doctor. she spends most of her free time either by herself or out in the forest with her plants. she seems very shy and maybe sullen or broody, but she's affectionate with her niece. she's holding off on giving any clan members new names because she doesn't think starclan will recognize them with her being the one giving them, but she finds excuses to tell her clanmates instead of the truth

[escapedaudios]

Fun fact! My second ever series was slated to be a fantasy series, but I absolutely shit canned the whole thing. I'll never, ever produce it so I'm gonna yap about it here. It was an adaptation of a Dungeons and Dragons campaign I wrote and DMed back in 2020 called Cobañera.

The story began with the listener attacking the main speaker (Thorne) with powerful magic. As he struggles against her spells, he tells her to try and remember their journey, that she doesn't really want to kill him. The story flashes back to one year prior, where they first met.

In a world where magic once thrived but is now heavily repressed after a prophecy fortelling the progress of magic would cause a world-ending war, two young and hungry directionless youths meet. They take on an odd job to transport a sealed crate containing a decommissioned and illegal magical artifact to be fully disposed of. On their journey, however, they are attacked by a member of a radical rebellion group (Plague Covenant) determined to restore magic to the world to it's former glory by forcefully infecting people with a plague that imbues them with dangerous and unstable wild magic.

They try to flee, but can't outrun their attackers. The listener tries to save Thorne from the Plague Covenant, and to her surprise, manages to do so using magic. The Plague Covenant yields when they see she is gifted with magic and leave them alone, with both the Listener and Thorne absolutely in shock that she could cast spells.

They become fearful that if someone learned of her magic, they would believe she was infected with the plague. They seek the help of the few who still understand magic, and find themselves entangled between three warring factions, all with different interpretations of the prophecy.

Anyway I got writer's block before I could write the middle of the story. The big plot twist towards the turning point of the plot was that the prophecy never showed their world's future, but rather the past of a long-dead world from a parallel timeline where the magic equivalent of nuclear armageddon took place. The bigger plot twist was that a few hundred powerful individuals from the old timeline escaped to their world before being annihilated. The records of their past were shown to the people of the main story's timeline as a "prophecy" to ensure that the only weapon powerful enough to stop them (the magical doomsday device from the other timeline) would never be built.

The bigger BIGGER plot twist was that the listener originated in the other timeline, AND her parents were the leaders of the super secret super evil final boss faction, ANDDDDD they had been engineering her entire life behind the scenes to make her into a powerful magical prodigy ANNNNNDDDD they brainwash her into becoming their leader and like AAAAAAUUUUGGGHH SRTFFHJG.

Anyway, my cat destroyed my laptop and I had to take a hiatus and work on a smaller, shittier backup laptop that could barely edit sound. I got writer's block and started writing another series instead called San Sequestro 1987, which later became The Neon Barbarian.

Anyway, I never came back to Cobañera. Why? I was struggling to convert a (thirty game long, four-player character) Dungeons and Dragons campaign into an eight episode game. Also, things that work for a tabletop RPG story just don't always work well as an audio roleplay story. There were like a million bazillion plot twists and the abundance of factions that made the story more interesting in the tabletop game made the story worse in the audio RP by just absolutely bogging everything down and making everything messy and convoluted.

I ended up just hating the whole thing. I hated the chosen one plot point, I hated that the plot hinged on the introduction of a bullshit multiverse plot device, I hated the fact that the final villains were randomly the listener's parents. I hated the countless tropes I peppered into the script that are forgivable in an interactive medium like a Dungeons and Dragons game but absolutely dull clichés in a scripted story.

Also my character had a funky fantasy British accent but I hated every rehearsal take I did with that accent. The listener's nickname was, I kid you not, "Cheeky". Around the time my fat idiot cat sent my computer to the shadow realm, I discovered a much more popular VA who's audience seemed to heavily overlap with mine named Scythe Audio. His flagship series featured a similarly impertinant speaker with an English accent and a Listener nicknamed Cheeky and I just stared at the YouTube video thinking "you're fucking kidding me lmao hahaha what the FUCK".

I think that was the last straw for me and I just abandoned the project entirely. A million zillion rewrites and then I found this uncanny similarity to this other VA and I just decided the rewrites weren't worth it for this fuckass story. I ended up becoming friends with Scythe after discovering him through that though lmao so silver lining.

[inspirationalucky]

Disney Princess Villain Songs

[ PART 2 / 2 ] a collection of sentence prompts / rp memes inspired by lydia the bard's disney princess villain songs. please don't add more prompts/memes to this list, definitely change pronouns, names, etc. as necessary for the situation! part one.

We Don't Talk About Bruno (Mirabel's Villain Song)

"You made him walk away."

"I've heard another take."

"From [ Bruno ], then you turn on me!"

"You whisper as if I don't see the fear and dread of what I'll be."

"Maybe you're too scared to make a sound at all?"

"She's a curse!"

"Well, I'm done playing nice."

"I see all the thorns that you hide"

"You might think no one knows, but I see right through your disguise"

"I'm done with this pretending."

"I'm finally free from chasing your love"

"Time to bring this family down"

"Yeah, I'm the villain in your fairytale now"

"There's just you to blame."

"How's it feel to stain your family name?"

"I'll reclaim all that I've lost"

"It's your end of the days"

For the First Time in Forever (Anna's Villain Song)

"Surely, you didn't think I bought your whole act?"

"I should be thanking you, really. You were the last push I needed."

"This really isn't anything personal."

"I just can't have you getting in my way"

"The story's gonna change and go my way"

"For the first time in forever I'm getting what I really want"

"I'm stronger now than ever, and it's time I take my place"

"Did you think I'd just keep taking it?"

"Well, now you'll learn just who you're messing with"

"Which begs the question: do I let you live?"

"Oh, don't look so surprised."

"Surely you can't have seen this going any other way?"

"I'm not looking for your love"

"I don't care for your approval"

"None of this had to happen. We could have been sisters."

"But I've run out of chances, and you've run out of time"

"I tried getting you to talk to me"

"I reached out when you were hurting, you froze me out completely"

"I just wanted a friend"

"There's one thing that always held me back, and that one thing was you"

So This Is Love? (Cinderella's Villain Song)

I thought it was finally my time!"

"I shouldn't be surprised, really."

"You know he didn't even ask me my name that night?"

"Watch them as they all fall in line"

"If this is love, then I'll decline"

"Must hurt to sit there lost and confined"

"I will not be made a fool of!"

"You'll regret the day you said 'love'."

"Now you'll learn just who the prey is."

"This thing you call love? Yes, I'm kinda done with it!"

What Else Can I Do? (Isabela's Villain Song)

"Stand up straight, stick it through"

"How could you when I was just a child?"

"Support the family, don't stray"

"You suffocate the ones you love"

"That's not just something you forget."

"I'm done with your games."

"My life is mine to do with as I choose"

"I owe nothing to you"

"The only one to blame is you."

"What could you possibly expect was gonna happen when you made me?"

"You're weak, and you're helpless to stop me from destroying you"

I Won't Say I'm In Love (Meg's Villain Song)

"Who is this upstart speaking into [ Hades' ] mic?"

"I'll make this short: [ Hades ] is gone, I killed him, blah, bla-blah, bla-blah..."

"But hey! You have me now. And man, do I have some fun things planned."

"Your leader's gone. He got tired of the view."

"Just say in line and we'll get on just fine. Scout's honor!"

"Well, either way, I'll end up with my crown."

"It's okay, I'm not a villain"

"You'll be okay, baby, when this world is mine"

"He'll curse the day that he walked out on me."

"In time, they'll say I was cruel because I cared."

Mother Knows Best (Rapunzel's Villain Song)

"Who'd want someone like that?"

"Should've listened to your mother."

"One way or another things always go wrong, I swear!"

"I believe he never really loved me."

"I'll do whatever she suggests."

"People are evil. They take advantage of your weaknesses."

"The world is dark, and selfish, and cruel."

"And trust me when I say that he will regret the day he ever crossed me."

[thethreefaes]

~The King’s Return~

(A short story based on Epic and rp with @bigidiotenergytm ))

Odysseus lead the way up the path towards the palace. Kiara and Rose following, flanking him on both sides. All three were on edge. Eyes scanning the area. They stayed silent and kept to the shadows as much as possible.

Odysseus could hear the commotion from his home. The suitors yell and cheering. It twisted something in his gut. His blood already boiling. At least Lyra was gone from here. She would be safe and so would his son.

Silent steps brought them into the palace. Staying to the walls and out of the way. All eyes were on the woman at the front of the throne room. Setting a challenge for the suitors. Odysseus felt a swell of pride as he watched from behind a pillar. At least now he knew where to get his weapon. Speaking of…

“Rose. Find all the weapons, other than my bow, and place them in my armory.” He detailed where the room was. A large area with only one way in. And only one way out.

“Don’t lock it. We want them to discover it. They’ll call the others and we’ll have them all in one place.” Rose’s grin was feral as she snuck away. Watching as the fae disappeared into the shadows he turned is attention back to the suitors. All failing at stringing the bow. Their frustration growing.

���Kiara. Those shadows you control around you. Just how far can they reach?” He glanced at her. From the corner of his eye he could see she was following his plan.

“I can cover your palace in shadows darker than the night outside.” He nodded. Good. It was going to be easy turning the tides in his favor.

“At my signal, you shroud this place in darkness.” The suitors were chanting. Frustrations reaching a peak.

“Yes my king.” Kiara’s feathers bristled as she listened to these pigs. Singing something about killing the prince. Odysseus clenched his fists and stalked around the edge of the room. From pillar to pillar, cloaked covering his face.

He picked up his bow. Blood reaching a boil as they dare plan to touch his wife. With skilled ease he strung his faithful bow. Rose appearing, crouched besides him with a quiver of arrows. His keen eyes didn’t miss that these arrows had her own feathers attached.

Nodding a thanks he took one and notched it. Drawing back the string as the men continued to chant and their leader stood on the table. It felt so good to release that arrow into the fucker’s throat.

“For 20 years, I've suffered every punishment and pain. From the wrath of gods and monsters to the screams of comrades slain. I come back and find my palace desecrated, sacked like Troy. Worst of all, I hear you dare to touch my wife and hurt my boy!” Odysseus stared down the men, eyes aglow in hate. Besides him two more sets of eyes lit up like demons in the shadows.

“I have had enough.” At his growl he tilted his head to Kiara. The fae releasing the shadows over the palace. Pitch black other than the torches the suitors grabbed as the fae and king separated to take out their prey.

The arrow in Antinous’s throat combusted and flames began to engulf the body. The suitors ran to find cover. Trying to find where the king had gone. Arrows flew through the darkness, making contact with body after body. The suitors’ torches lighting up Odysseus’s targets.

One man began pleading into the darkness. Asking for forgiveness. Rose brought more arrows back to her king. Hearing the man ask for open arms made her hiss as Odysseus let another arrow fly.

“No.” Just as he’d been denied. Kiara smirked at the response, so filled with resentment and sass. The king continued on his hunt. Rose’s flames consuming the fallen bodies. Red and orange light bathing the palace in a bloody glow. The fire fae headed for the armory as Kiara made sure any stragglers found their way to the trap.

Odysseus took his time. The fae’s darkness hid him well as he stalked his prey. He heard the shouting at the armory. Good. They’d call all the others to that hall and there would be no escape for them.

But when Odysseus got there, it wasn’t just the suitors. Rose was pinned to the ground under two men and Telemachus, his son, had been grabbed by another. The rage burned hot again and he drew his sword. Running it through the suitors back and out his chest.

Odysseus watched Telemachus get Rose as the man’s voice gurgled in his own blood.

“Mercy? Mercy?!” There would be no mercy. As long as these men lived his family was in danger. With sword and bow the King got to work. Red flames sparking at every attack. Blue flames caught his eye as Telemachus fought besides him. Familiar feathers on his son’s weapons creating the azure flames.

Kiara and Rose blocked the exit. Ripping into any that tried to pass. The fae flames engulfing, consuming the bodies of the suitors until they were nothing but ash. Yet the flames harmed neither king nor prince. It damaged nothing in the palace. The swirling red and blue flames coming together to create a royal purple blaze. A blaze to cleanse the palace of all pests.

When the battle was done, and the screams silenced, the flames faded away. The king’s home fell into silence as the sun began to rise. And in that calm and silence after the storm, father and son properly reunited.

Kiara and Rose left them to their reunion. Going to find their own sister. The night had been long fought. But the sun had risen on a new beginning.

[thegenyasafin]

Hello, I’m Genya Safin ♡ Formerly the Queen’s tailor, now I’m apart of the Grisha Triumvirate, commanding the second army with the lovely Zoya and David ��

@daavidd-kostyk David Kostyk, the love of my life, a fellow leader of the Grisha triumvirate, an astounding durast ♡ @the-sol-koroleva Alina Starkov, The sun summoner and my best friend, the prettiest sun summoner, extremely talented ♡

@ —— Mal Oretsev, Alina’s husband, They run an orphanage together, sorry I hid the letters you wrote to Alina from her ♡

@therealstormwitch - Zoya Nazyalensky, a fellow leader of the grisha triumvirate and the queen of ravka, a lovely squaller, also the prettiest squaller, my best friend ♡

@the-real-privateer-nikolai - Nikolai Lantsov, King of Ravka, Zoya’s husband ♡

@knife-wife-inej - The wraith, Kaz’s spy, a lovely woman, I met her once I believe, part of the crows, Kaz brekker’s lover perhaps? ♡

@—— Kaz brekker, the leader of the crows, another fellow I met once, quite mysterious, Him and Inej are totally dating, they just don’t wish to admit it ♡

@the-sharp-shooter - Jesper Fahey, Kaz brekker’s sharp shooter, a crow, dating Wylan ♡

@sunshine-bombs-n-arson - Wylan van Eck, another crow I met in ketterdam! I tailored him once, he was quite nice to speak with. dating Jesper ♡

@thisishowtobeaheartbreaker - Nina Zenik, a fellow Coporalki! Yet another one of Kaz Brekker’s crows, a rather talented heartrender, dating Matthias ♡

@the-matthias-helvar - Matthias Helvar, a gentle giant of you ask me, typically cranky, a former druskelle, he’s pretty cool now tho! Dating Nina ♡

♡ Rp account run by:@welcome-to-chiles ♡

[diy-fire-water-pups]

WELCOME TO OUR BLOG!

This is a blog for you to interact with some of the Paw Patrol pups: The Firefighter and EMT pup, Marshall; The Recycle Do-All pup, Rocky; and last but not least, The Cool Water-Loving pup, Zuma.

Before you can send asks or start a RP, please check the rules under the cut first. Hope to see you around and have some fun!

Ps.: Answers may take long, sometimes weeks or months to be answered to. Mod has a lot of work and sometimes hasn't seen the episodes the asks are about, has to do some research on specific topics, or the pups just aren't cooperating to answer some of them. (Posts tagged as "No Queue is too big No pup is too small" are scheduled posts).

RULES FOR INTERACTING

1- Be respectful. There’s an actual person sitting in front of a computer or holding her cell phone here, spending time to play as her favorite pups, interact with people she doesn’t know and have fun; Time which she could be using for working. I’m here to have a good time. If someone starts being a bother, I’ll make use of the block button and delete asks or whatever’s sent my way. I’m not wasting time with assholes.

2- Same goes for the pups, actually - if I feel someone’s bothering them, I’ll do the same as above. Even if I’m not the one affected but I feel the pups would be. 

3- If you wish to RP, please send a DM to my other sideblog, self-indulgent-paw-patrol, so we can discuss about plots first. You don’t need to DM me if you just want to send asks or interact with the pups, though, that’s only for RPs. Personally I have a preference to RP on Discord, since Tumblr post formatting has made it become kind of annoying for a few years now.

4- Thanks to some encouragement and the positive reception this blog has been receiving, I'm willing to try RPing crossovers. The thing is, PLEASE TALK TO ME FIRST! Sometimes I don't know your muse at all, so it would be good to get to know them a bit first, before we plot anything. The ideal is for you to have an "About" page for your muses so I can check them out!

5- I’m willing to RP ships, be it platonic or romance, but absolutely NO NSFW will be allowed here. From the possible ships with the pups in this blog, my OTP is Rocky x Zuma, followed by Marshall x Everest and Chase x Marshall. I’m open for discussing other ships and for shipping the pups with OCs, granted I get to know the OCs first, and the specific pup will need some time to know your OC too.

6- Feel free to reblog any posts you may find in this blog, including the pups' answers to asks they get. The only posts you shall NOT REBLOG (but you can like) are the posts tagged as #RP if you're not the one participating in it. That's basic ancient Tumblr etiquette!

7- M!A (Magic!Anons) are not allowed. One too many people have tried to force stuff that was way past my limitations, even sounding like they just wanted specific free art out of it. I don’t have time nor patience for that.

Rules may be subject to change in the future as I see fit. For now, that's about it!

Now I'll take the chance to promote some other askblogs in the fandom too just because I can XD Make sure to read their rules before interacting!

@jurassicsnowpups - an askblog for Everest, Rex and Tracker!

@pcwpatrol - an askblog for Chase!

@taking-to-the-skye - an askblog for Skye!

@stretch-n-fetch - an askblog for Liberty!

@paw-patrol-pack-leader - an askblog for Ryder!

@clumsycapn - an askblog for Cap'n Turbot!

@rubble-the-bulldog - an askblog for Rubble!

@wheelerchat - a blog for Wheeler from Rubble & Crew!

@bella-the-medic-pup - A friend's OC, Bella!

@truckfactspups - Another friend's OCs, Trailer and Lorry!

@freedompawpatroloc - A friend's OC as well, Freedom!