#so I didn't get to rp as much as I wanted to today

[grimm909]

Red Phone - Part 2

I ended up forgetting to include a very important fact here the first time I posted RP! It turns out that the story, in part, is inspired by a South Korean film called "The Call." I highly recommend watching it if you like horror and drama. It's even in the Netflix catalogue! I will also include this information in the first part and then in the third part.

I don't want to take too long here, so thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the comments you made! This always encourages me and makes me happy ☺️💖

Also thank you generously for your support @ryebread0605 😘

As always, english is not my native language. So I apologize if there are any errors.

Happy reading!

WARNINGS: age difference, non-con, kidnapping, horror, mental breakdown, murder, forced pregnancy

The red phone rings at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Sitting at your desk doing your college homework, you put your notebook aside and answer the phone that was on the table.

“Hello, Floyd!” You greet him happily after answering the call.

“Hey, you seem excited.” He notes your good cheer, while he himself continues to use a more relaxed and meek tone. “Did anything good happen?”

“Almost that, yes.” You momentarily remember the night you spent with Ace, but as quickly as that thought came, you immediately pushed it aside. “But also because I’m glad you called me.”

“Hey, I told you, didn't I? Would call to find out more about the future.”

“Of course, I remember.” You respond complacently and with your other free hand pull the notebook back in front of your face. “What do you want to know?”

“Hmmm…” The boy seems thoughtful on the other end of the line, faced with the infinite possibilities. “Who is the most famous player in the NBA today?”

“Do you like basketball?” You ask, pressing the keys.

“Yeep~” Floyd states in a more humorous tone, indicating that you had hit the right spot. “I also play. It’s one of my favorite hobbies.”

“Do you think about playing professionally?”

“I've already thought about that, as I've thought about many other things. But I know it’s a matter of time before it gets boring.”

“Ah, I understand what this is. I consider myself someone who is adept at several things, but can easily get bored of them and move on to something else.” You say, remembering the various things you liked to watch or play, before simply putting them aside after they became repetitive, boring or after finding something much more interesting.

“Eehh~ you read my mind.” He agrees excitedly.

“Another coincidence, then.” You play around and then go on to read information about some of today's most famous players, listening to Floyd humming happily on the other end of the line. “What else do you want to know?”

“About Jade.” He responds immediately. “What else did you find out about him?”

“In addition to what I said about him being a partner in that restaurant, there were many photos of natural landscapes. However, more specifically…”

“Mushrooms.” Floyd finishes his reasoning before you can finish it yourself. His annoyance on the other end of the line was noticeable in the tone of his voice full of disgust, as if each syllable of the word 'mushrooms' was already cursed in itself. “I thought this was just temporary"

“Let’s change the subject then.” You quickly think of an alternative, not wanting to ruin his good mood. “What kind of music do you like?”

“I like different styles, but lately I've been listening to some rock bands.”

“Cool, I like it too.” You say, and then a brilliant idea springs from your mind. “Tell me a band you like and I’ll show you a new song from them!”

"Serious? Hehehe!” Floyd seems ecstatic at the idea, laughing happily on the other end of the line. “It looks like we’re going to get along really well~”

[…]

You stayed talking to Floyd for over two hours, only hanging up when you told him you needed to study. He didn't seem happy about it, insisting that you continue talking about future events. However, you were firm in your decision and reassured him by saying that he could always call you the next day. Despite himself, the boy agreed because he couldn't force you to do anything. Floyd was just a voice from the past, after all.

The study, however, was a blatant lie. You had received a message from Ace on your digital cell phone, in which he asked you to go to a specific address to be together again. And now, with your mind a little more balanced without your hormones getting in the way of your reasoning, you weren't sure if you should do this.

A part of you felt quite dirty and a little guilty about having sex with a married man. To make matters worse, in the bed he shared with his wife for years. However, another part of you, that selfish and perverse part that existed in the darkest corner of your mind, felt terribly excited at the idea of ​​meeting Ace in secret and spending quality time with him again.

It was so wrong and exactly for this why it was so good.

Ace had given you his word of a future divorce and you clung to that as a safe haven, to try and convince yourself that this wasn't as bad as it seemed.

You still pondered for a few minutes, before responding to him with an “ok” and stating that you would meet him in an hour.

Without wasting any more time, you took a shower, put on one of your best clothes and put on makeup in a simple way with just a reddish lipstick on your lips and dark shading. Not wanting to pamper yourself too much, you knew that later your makeup would be completely smudged for not very holy reasons.

When you went downstairs, your parents obviously asked where you were going all dressed up and your answer was to say that you would meet some friends, without an exact time to arrive. Your father was even kind enough to offer you a ride, but you immediately declined the offer, saying the meeting place was nearby.

It was a lie.

After walking a few meters to trick your parents, you had to call an Uber to take you to the address. It wasn't a surprise when you realized the meeting place was at a motel.

You got out of the car and immediately saw Ace in front of the establishment, waving at him.

“Wow, you look beautiful.” He is surprised to see you, taking a long and blatant look from top to bottom, for a moment focusing on the neckline that left part of your breasts exposed, before looking back at your face.

"Thanks." You respond shyly and feel your cheeks heat up, clearly having a weakness for sincere compliments. “Can we go in soon? I don’t want someone I know to see me.” You look around worriedly, immediately wrapping your hands around Ace's arm to pull him towards the motel's glass door.

“Wow, someone is really in a hurry.” Ace mocks with a mischievous smile, still standing in the same place like a statue. He just moves to wrap arms around your body and pull her against his chest. You shiver when you feel the redhead warm breath against the sensitive skin of your ear. “Was our fuck the other day that good?” Ace whispers mischievously, his husky voice giving you awkward sensations.

However, the trigger for your face to explode red is when you feel a suggestive pinch on your ass. “Stop playing with me!” You scream, even though you weren't really angry, but rather embarrassed.

You move away from him and stamp your foot on the ground, upset by Ace's cluelessness. He was the one who should be most worried about being discovered or recognized by someone. Instead, here was Trappola, mocking your caution and messing with you to boot.

“Hahaha. Okay, okay.” He raises his hands up in surrender, but still laughing at your energetic reaction. “I promise I’ll behave.”

It was an obvious lie, but you still believe him.

Without further ado from Ace, he affectionately wraps a hand around your waist and walks with you into the establishment. The receptionist who was inside, behind a marble counter, takes a long and not at all discreet look at the two of you, visibly judging the obvious age difference. It didn't help that you looked more like a sixteen-year-old teenager than a twenty-year-old adult.

“Did you see the way that woman looked at us?” Ace asks in the middle of the room corridors after making payment and receiving the key.

“She was probably thinking about whether or not she should call the police.” You joked, giving a lighthearted laugh.

Ace snorted in annoyance at the joke, but he soon followed up his morally dubious humor with a chuckle as he looked at you.

“It’s here.” He says as he observes that the label glued to the key had the same number as the door, unlocking it and gesturing for you to do the honors of entering. “Ladies first.” Ace winks in amusement and you innocently fall for his joke, before walking through the door and feeling a second pinch on your ass.

“Ahh!” You let out a scream of surprise, but quickly composed yourself as you made an annoyed expression and turned to face Ace, who was laughing behind you like a stupid teenager. “You said you would behave.”

“Of course, but that’s outside.” He enters the room and locks the door behind him. “There’s no one else here for you to be scared of, right?” He asks in a whisper full of cynicism, as he slowly approaches you.

“Don't make fun of my face!" You scream, pretending to be angry to try and hide the embarrassment that spread across your face.

Ace was a damn smartass who wouldn't keep quiet until someone shut him up. And, apparently, you had no choice but to be that “someone.”

Going on the attack, you grab his shirt and pull him towards you, silencing him with a sudden kiss before another provocation leaves your lips. Ace seems surprised at first, but kisses back by opening his mouth and allowing both tongues to meet.

The warm kiss only lasts a few seconds before you pull away from Trappola and ask him to sit on the bed, who promptly does so with a palpable expectation of what you would do next.

Although you were shy at first, you need to swallow this feeling reluctantly to get closer to him and bend your body until you were close to the redhead's ear: “Take off your belt."

As expected, Ace did so quickly and let him fall to the ground, opening his legs in anticipation of what would happen in a few seconds. He stares at you with obvious longing, biting his lower lip as he waits patiently for you to make your next move.

Without wasting time, you kneel in front of Trappola and take your inexperienced hands to the fly of his pants. When you open it, Ace slightly lifts his hips so you can pull down his pants along with his white underwear with a heart print.

A giggle escapes your lips and you decide that you couldn't let this opportunity pass you by. “Little hearts? How cute." You scoff, feeling refreshed when you notice the blush that immediately appears on Ace's cheeks.

Revenge has never been so sweet.

You bring your mouth closer to his already half-hard cock and give Ace's glans a short lick. This one, who couldn't help but notice her pink lips as they approached the tip of his cock, the small and simple touch was able to make him let out a small sigh. He imagines beforehand, how your little mouth wrapped around his dick, would be so perfect to relieve him.

You slowly start to shelter Trappola's penis and taste it more intensely, realizing that the taste wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. A little more relaxed in light of this fact, you close your eyes and begin to make initially slow movements back and forth, only sucking half of his length. Of course you had never done that in your entire life, but at least you were aware that you shouldn't use your teeth under any circumstances. That had to be worth something.

Ace closes his eyes and subtly throws his head up when he feels that half of his member has been sheltered. And it got even better with those back and forth movements you started to make. Although slow, they were like a massage on his penis.

You looked up and enjoyed seeing him being so resigned, completely at the mercy of your whims. You also loved hearing him moan, and as much as Ace's beautiful sighs were similar to a beautiful symphony to your ears, you longed to hear more.

With that thought in mind, you used your tongue to focus on the most sensitive point, licking the glans greedily and from this action feeling a salty liquid in your mouth, which you identified as pre-cum. Your back and forth movements also became a little faster than normal, which made you get what you wanted as soon as the redhead's moans intensified.

You were doing your best not to interrupt the blowjob, but you weren't yet experienced enough to be able to breathe through your nose and suck Ace so eagerly. Inevitably, after a few seconds, you had to separate your lips from the redhead's cock to take a few sips of air.

“Don’t stop.” Ace dictates with the heavy breathing.

You quickly understand that it wasn't a request, but rather an order when he abruptly grabs your hair to bring you back towards his cock, forcing the entire length down your throat in a single thrust inside.

Poor, foolish thing you were, who mistakenly thought were in control of the situation.

You patted Ace's knee to make him let go of his head, but he wasn't paying attention, or was simply categorically ignoring you. Definitely the latter, as he starts to force his dick down your throat several times.

As you choked on his penis, Ace let moans and sighs louder than the previous ones escape your mouth, revealing the pleasure he felt in an explicit and exclusive way for you. And realizing that there was no way to get his dick out of your mouth without making him cum first, you have no choice but to try to relax your own throat so you can take him in.

Lost amidst thoughts of lust, possession and desire, Ace had nothing to complain about. The speed was incredibly perfect, frantic, and his tongue made the right movements to make him intoxicated to the point of disconnecting from the world and just moaning more and more, muffled but still loud. The redhead could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the peak, all through that inexperienced and delicious little mouth of you.

Holding his bottom lip with his teeth, Ace allows himself to melt into the mouth that he has come to love even more. Such pleasure is felt by the redhead, that he feels his vision become slightly blurred and dark, letting those fantastic spasms grace every cell of his body.

You swallow every drop of his semen, completely unwillingly. It wasn't horrible, but it was far from good. And after using your throat as a cum dump, Ace lets go of your hair and you finally free yourself from his cock, moving away from it and breathing heavily, tired after all that exercise you had done with your mouth.

“Ace, you’re an asshole.” You cursed him after normalizing your breathing, visibly upset. “Did you want to choke me with your dick?”

“Hey, I will reward you.” Ace smiles suspiciously gently, before grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into a kiss, not seeming to care about the taste of himself present in your mouth.

You feel like biting him as a form of revenge, but end up giving up because you do not want to break a contact as intimate and pleasant as that.

“Now it’s my turn.” Ace says seductively after breaking the kiss, licking his lower lip in clear provocation.

Oh, heavens, you were going to hell because of this man.

[...]

Floyd called you at two o'clock the next day, with just one more day to go until his probable death.

“Have you fixed the bike yet?” It was the first thing you said after answering the call.

“Yep~”

“You’re not going out with her tomorrow, are you?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay at home all day.” He soothes. “The only way I could end up dying in my own house is if a meteor hit it.”

“Be careful, okay?” You ask, afraid that something else might happen. “I really don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You’re so cute, worrying about someone you barely know.”

"Really? I don’t think that, I consider you a friend.” You admit it honestly.

“Eeehh, so you called yourself my friend without my consent?” The boy lets out a chuckle on the other end of the line. “Bad girl.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You speak awkwardly, the regret of your own words knocking on the door. Maybe it was too early to put a title on the relationship you had with the voice on the other end.

“Hehe, you took my joke too seriously.” Floyd comments relaxedly after noticing how worried you seemed. “I’m just kidding, kidding.”

“Phew.” A sigh of relief leaves your lips.

“Nee, nee~ what do you think will happen when the future changes?” Floyd asks, excited about the possibilities. “Do you think you’ll still be living on here?”

“Hard to say. But if your parents only moved because of the tragedy, then they will probably still be here.” You comment, not thinking much about it at first. “And me, well, in my old house or somewhere else. That's what I think at the moment, changes in the past can cause infinite possibilities in the future or even a time lapse, who knows…

“Boring~” Floyd grumbles. “You’re a nerd.”

“I’m not a nerd.” You defend yourself, outraged by the boy's derogatory comment. “I just love time travel movies. You never watched-…”

Your words die in your throat, a sudden, silent astonishment that makes you pale from one second to the next.

You finally realize that realizing an alternate future would mean never meeting Ace. Even the memories of the two of you together could be erased from his mind, as if they had never occurred. And in fact, they wouldn't happen.

From the beginning you knew that things could change and you hadn't cared so much about it, but now it was different. Maybe you didn't love he yet, but you definitely felt something for him that went beyond physical attraction, even before you had sex with Ace.

“Hey, you okay? You were suddenly quiet.” Floyd asks, his tone showing genuine concern.

“I need to hang up, sorry.”

You don't give Floyd enough time to ask why, before quickly hanging up the phone on him. You would apologize later, especially now that the boy would have all the time in the world to live a happy and comfortable life, at the expense of his memories with Ace.

Wait, were you really starting to regret possibly saving a life, just because of a passion that would predictably, one time or another, go wrong?

When you realize this, you feel even worse. It wasn't right to choose between the two, but here you were, which in the most disgusting part of your core you were rooting for, practically praying, that the next day nothing would change, even if it meant never getting any calls from your friend Floyd again.

You shake your head in denial, hating your own thoughts. It was still better to let go of his unspecified relationship with the redhead than to let someone die out of pure selfishness.

You weren't like that, you didn't want to be like that.

You drop the red phone on your desk and decide to leave the house to get some fresh air, convinced that this could clear your mind.

[...]

You were sleeping when the red phone rang at midnight.

Groggy with sleep, you struggle to get up from your warm and cozy bed, walking towards the desk where your phone rested.

you catch him, but don't answer. Possessing the knowledge that it must be that strange voice, it is your preference to not want to talk to him anymore after the incident with the doll.

“If you keep going, he’ll come get you.”

You remember the warning she gave and an unpleasant sensation rises throughout your bone marrow. You immediately decline the call and place the phone on the table again, returning to bed.

The moment your head hits the pillow, that's when that damn device resonates again. Annoyed, but also afraid, you get up again and this time open the back of the phone to remove the battery from inside, aware that this way no one else could disturb your rest or test your sanity.

You rest both objects on the surface of the desk and turn your back to go back to sleep, thus having a wonderful night's sleep without any further interruptions.

Or…

That would be the case, if the ringing of that cursed telephone hadn't resounded through the room again.

Your breath comes out ragged in sudden astonishment and your eyes widen in clear terror, remaining stagnant in place with nothing but the most genuine feeling of fear, almost as if that old device would swallow you whole if you dared to face it again.

But you have no choice.

Fearfully, you turn around, finding nothing more than the red phone itself continually beeping. Next to it, the battery that was supposed to stop it working when removed, but apparently not serving its purpose.

There were no monsters on here, but your terror doesn't calm down when you notice your bedroom window is open. And you don't remember leaving her like that.

You swallow hard and approach the window, looking through it to see if someone was snooping around your house. Luckily, finding nothing more than just the emptiness of the night.

You quickly walk away and close the window. In addition to locking it, cover the windows with the blind.

Turning your attention to the phone that continues to ring incessantly, from inside your wardrobe you take out a sweatshirt and use it to wrap the object, then storing it inside one of the desk drawers.

You go back to bed and try to ignore the muffled ringing, which persists for the rest of the night.

[...]

Floyd would die today.

Although you searched the internet for more information about his death, the time of the accident had not been specified, only the date and how it occurred. You could just wait for the boy's phone call or simply for an alternative time, in which you would end up waking up in your old house and perhaps with no memories of any of it.

Honestly, a phone call was much more desirable, despite the scare you experienced the night before because of it.

However, it is better to forget about past events and start checking your window every night before going to sleep, or you would become paranoid. In the end, a phone working even without a battery wasn't even as bizarre as the idea of ​​talking to someone from the past.

Your digital cell phone rings with a message notification and you realize it's from Ace, who once again asked you to meet him, this time at his house. You are quick to respond.

2: 14 PM And your wife?

2:14 PM Ace: She's at her parents' house with Alice. We can spend some time alone, what do you think?

14h14 PM Shouldn't you be working?

2:15 PM Ace: Day off, baby

14h15 PM It's okay then. I'll be there in thirty minutes

2:16 PM But be quick to open the door when I ring the doorbell! My parents can't see me coming into your house >.<

14h16 PM Ace: Ok

A huge smile adorns your lips and you let out small laughs of happiness, ecstatic at the idea of ​​being able to see him one last time before the weather probably changes.

But maybe you would still receive some calls from Floyd, so it would be appropriate to take the red phone with you to Ace's house. So, you do it, placing it inside a small black bag next to your digital cell phone.

You dress up in an average way so as not to arouse suspicion and then go downstairs, telling your mother that you were going to the library to study a little. Believing your lie, she just tells you to take care of yourself and releases you without any questions.

You walk through the front door, before checking to make sure your mother isn't close behind and running to the other side of the street. You ring the bell at the redhead's house, and it doesn't take him more than five seconds to open the door for you.

“I feel like I’m committing a crime.” You say in an amused tone, quickly stepping inside his house and feeling less alert the moment you hear him close the door.

“I missed you.” Ace states as he places both hands on your waist, inducing you to turn around and face him.

“It hasn’t even been that long since we were last together.” You refer to the day at the motel, involving your arms circling around Ace's neck. He leans in to press his lips to yours and you close your eyes in anticipation, receiving a gentle, loving peck. It takes a lot of your self-control not to give in when the redhead brushes his tongue against your lower lip, because you knew that he clearly already had ulterior motives in wanting to spice up that kiss. You would end up in his bed again, if you weren't more cunning than that naught guy. And although it was a really tempting idea, you didn't want all your romantic moments with him to be summed up just in sex, especially this moment, which could be your last. Therefore, you push him away by, gently pushing his chest and taking distance from his lips, looking him directly in the eyes. “Can we just watch a movie or something?”

Ace looks surprised at first, almost disappointed. But he's quick to cover it up, by softening his expression and giving you a smile so you wouldn't notice, even though it was a little late.

“Okay, fine.” Ace removes his hands from your waist, but he doesn't move away. Quite the contrary, the older man wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding your to the sofa. “It’s not like I’m just with you for the sex.”

Although in a joking tone, the comment opens a hole in your head, making you wonder if that was precisely why he was with you.

A young, childless and disciplined girl.

In the middle of a scorching desert, you were like an oasis for Ace.

No, it wasn't the time to think that. You should enjoy the time you had left with him, poking this hornet's nest inside your mind was by far a stupid idea.

You sit on the couch, snuggled up against each other. Ace reaches for the controller on the coffee table and chooses a movie that he finds interesting enough that neither of you end up falling asleep.

Little by little, as the minutes of the film go on, you come to appreciate the moment of intimacy and your worries are quickly put aside. Every now and then Ace takes a strand of your hair to curl between his fingers, and if not that, he's stroking the top of your head in a gentle, affectionate stroke.

Although the content of the film is interesting, you can't fight the sleep that creeps into your mind. The previous night's poor sleep is one of the main reasons for this, but it doesn't help being so comfortably close to Ace, with your head resting on his shoulder.

In the end, both reasons are the right recipe for you to fall asleep.

[...]

You wake up by yourself after a few hours, for a moment disoriented about where you were and whether the time had already changed, until you realize that the ceiling you were looking at was Ace house and not your old house.

You notice that you are lying on the couch, without the redhead by your side.

“Ace?” You get up from the upholstery and raise your voice to call his name. Upon his call, it doesn't take more than a few seconds for him to appear at the kitchen door. "What time is it?" You ask worried, both because you know you can't get home too late, and because the redhead's wife could arrive at any moment.

“Five-fifteen.”

“Damn, I slept for almost three hours!?” You ask in a daze and quickly pull your digital cell phone out of your bag, seeing that there were some messages from your mother and three missed calls.

“You looked pretty tired.” The redhead says as he approaches you “Studying late?”

“More or less that.” You omit the truth. He would never believe that ridiculous story about talking to someone from the past. “I’m sorry, Ace.” You say, feeling guilty for not spending enough time with him. “I would like to stay with you, but now I need to go back or my mother will kill me.”

“Okay, we can be together next time.”

I don't know if we'll have one next time.

You think, still afraid of the possibility of forgetting him.

But Ace, oblivious to your problems, removes those thoughts from your mind — albeit temporarily — by getting close enough so he can press his lips to yours. Unlike the first time, you accept him willingly when he tries to intensify the kiss.

The contact of both tongues intertwining in an intimate union is quite fervent and passionate, but it also contains a small trace of desperation on your part, aware that perhaps this would be your last kiss with him.

You pull away after a while, both because you need to breathe and because you need to leave. Ace smiles at you and gently tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, before walking away to go towards the window, checking if there was anyone on the street who might catch you leaving his house.

“All clear.” Ace warns.

At the green light, you immediately go to the door and open it, saying goodbye to Ace with a sharp pain in your chest.

You wished this wasn’t the last time.

Crossing the street and opening the door of her house, her mother and father were already waiting for her on the sofa in the living room.

It went without saying how much your mother started arguing the moment she saw you stepping foot in the house, asking why you had a cell phone when you didn't even answer a damn message. Your father also sided with her, but in a milder way, just advising you to pay more attention and not spend so much time on the street.

After listening to all the complaints that your mother had to say to you, you went up to your room and took the red phone out of your bag after locking the door, checking if there was a missed call on it too. Nothing.

You placed it on the desk and sat in the chair, deciding to wait for a call from Floyd while killing time by scrolling through your laptop.

[...]

The red phone rings at midnight.

You don't answer, knowing it's that strange male voice, rather than your friend Floyd — who hadn't yet shown any sign of life.

Maybe it was already too late to wait for a call from him. Who knows, perhaps his death was accomplished, even after all the warnings and advice given.

This makes you feel really bad, feeling not only bitter and sad about the possibility that he really died, but also guilty for having for a moment wished for that to actually happen.

The feeling of remorse covers him like a heavy blanket. Sudden tears escape your eyes and you wonder how you could have done more to help him.

Even in mourning, the stranger on the other end of the line doesn't stop, much less respect your pain.

As the seconds pass, the tinkling becomes more and more unbearable, like a macabre orchestra playing the march of the gates of hell as they open.

You grab that cursed device and answer the call.

“What the fuck do you want?” There is no trace of fear in you, other than the purest and most genuine anger. When there is no response other than a panting breath on the other end of the line, you ask in a more shouty manner. “WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT!?”

When there is still no response, you lose patience and hang up the phone. To prevent the tinkling from bothering you, you do the same process as yesterday: wrapping it in a sweatshirt and throwing it in the desk drawer.

You lay down to sleep and the tears return.

[...]

The next day, you feel as exhausted as before, as if your body hadn't gotten enough rest. However, you were fully aware that all this fatigue was not from your body, but from your own mind, shaken by Floyd's death.

You had simply convinced yourself that he would never call again, especially after waking up and realizing that you were still in the house you bought a few months ago, without any sign of change in the present.

You try to let it go, try to convince yourself that you did what you could and that Floyd probably didn't listen to you enough, leaving on his motorcycle even after all the warnings.

Apparently, blaming the victim of the tragedy herself was the only way to feel better, to not feel as helpless and guilty as she was now.

You try your best to put on a neutral expression on your face, pretending everything was fine and heading downstairs to have breakfast, even though your stomach was upset and your throat was completely blocked. You needed to pretend or your family would ask what the problem was, not wanting to be pressured with questions.

Your eyes hover over your mother and father, who were sitting near the kitchen counter. You wish them good morning and sit next to your father, half filling the glass that rested on the table with orange juice, then taking a slice of toasted bread and bringing it to your mouth, biting a piece. It's the best you could eat, without probably ending up vomiting.

You can't taste anything after the stress of these last two days, which finally came to a head last night after all that shedding of tears. You try your best to focus on the taste, but you don't taste anything other than the sweetness of the bread and the sourness of the juice. Each swallow is forced, your throat vehemently refuses each bite and it hurts.

You look at every corner of the kitchen, trying to distract yourself — from the pain and the sudden urge to cry — with anything that is remotely interesting, so that your active brain can have some daydreaming.

Don't think about Floyd. Don't think about him.

You think about him, while you argue with your own mind not to do this, so that it gets distracted by something.

Get distracted by something. Something. Think of something. Start a conversation.

His eyes continue to move, like prey looking for a way to escape its hunter. However, you were not prey, as you were just trying to escape your own tears and bitter emotions.

The guilt continued to haunt you, already rooted in you like a dark stain embedded in soul, just like that strange stain above the ceiling.

Stain… dark?

“Mom, has the ceiling always been like this?” You ask, aware that you had never noticed that before.

“That question again?” You don't understand what she means by that, as far as you knew, you had never even noticed that stain. “Yes, it has always been like this. But I keep telling your father to fix this.” She expresses obvious annoyance, staring directly at her husband. This one, who just pretends not to hear it.

“And what happened to him?” You look more closely, the stain snaked its way across the ceiling to the kitchen door as if a very large and disgusting snake had passed through there and left a trail of soot.

“I already told you that too.” She looks at you like you're an idiot asking the same thing twice in a row. And, apparently that was it, although you weren't aware that you'd ever asked those questions. “Don’t you remember that the house was falling apart when we first came to visit?” No, the house wasn't falling apart as far as you remembered. It just looked abandoned, nothing more. “The purchase was cheap because of the state, but the renovation ended up costing a lot, anyway.”

As if your body is being controlled by invisible wires, you rise from your seat and are driven purely by morbid curiosity. Your feet walk on the ground while your eyes wander through the air, following that soot snake that goes far beyond the kitchen, realizing that it also spreads to the ceiling of the living room, climbing the walls of the stairs to the bedroom hallway. It's horrible.

Regardless of how inattentive you were sometimes, your house had never been like that.

It was as if it had simply changed overnight.

Thank you for reading this far! Constructive criticism is always welcome!

I will only be back in January or February.

Bye~💖

[wrenkenstein]

OC creation musings + Juno retrospective

I was rewatching this video by Rea, and it struck me that this exact phenomenon happened to me in 2022, with the first inklings of Juno's design - back when I couldn't decide on whether or not her name would be "Juno" or "Kite", and desperately trying not to make her a scientist. She's obviously come such a long way since then, having now become a very well-known character in the fandom, but I often think of the fact that had she not become on of my artistic passions, I probably wouldn't be anywhere near where I am today.

Juno is absolutely everything to me. She is a representative of my passion for storytelling, and she connected me with so many of my now closest friends - one of which is currently living in my house! How crazy is that, man! All of which I can attribute to simply becoming so fixated on my own OC that I couldn't stop thinking about her, or drawing her.

Of course, that's come with some highs and lows. She's getting a professionally done cosplay, a 3D model and potentially a Battlefront mod - but she also has her own dedicated group of haters who think she represents the 'wrongs' of fandom, lol. I certainly have recieved my fair share of 'Juno hate' in my 3-4 years here, but the positivity and support make it well worth dealing with a few rotten apples. It's radiant and outpouring, like a warm ray of sun, and it keeps me going deep into the night.

Anyways. Total tangent. Want to see all her design iterations? Yea you do ;) Here's the first ever Juno ref!

I made this on my phone in 2022, at the tale end of watching TCW and back when TBB was just one season. You can definitely see that the idea was always there, just a bit disjointed in its application. That gas mask on her helmet ended up causing a lot of confusion, so I removed it in later iterations - but to this day, I think this one picture is what really captivated me. Something about the aura, man,, she scary lookin

Then, of course, I had to draw what her face would look like - if it hadn't been for a RP, I don't think I would have.

Woah - she's like a whole different person! And you can see the beginnings of her white hair streak, though back then, I wanted i to be really subtle. And I was soooo adamant about this lol. She also was almost beat for beat Ellen Ripley, and you can see me paint over a picture of Sigourney below with her OG faceclaim haha.

Then we have the Juno-ing... part two. Where I went darker!! Both in themes, and in her color scheme. This one still has so much personality, and I remember being obsessed with how I drew her eyes and face back then. Nowadays, I think it's hideous. xD This was also around the time I was phasing out her gauntlets and oxygen mask, but both still remained for practicality purposes, even if they didn't serve anything to the design. Oh, and the hair streak. Now it's a Thing :tm: but it isn't really flowing well with the design - not yet, anyways!

We finally get to a point where I, begrudingly, accept the fact that her white streak is going to be her facial focal point - and at this point I'm laughing about how much I tried to avoid it LOL. But here, we also see her get more and more refined. Her face is still a bit wonky, but the stern vibe and posture are starting to come together and tell more of a concrete story, even if the reference doesn't have as much color or personality as the last one. I also did this one for my senior year of college!

I even designed her some totally BS civvies - and I gave her a s2 paint job, which admittedly looks hideous LMAOOO but we ball regardless. The second design was scrapped anyways almost immediately. The civvies stayed!

And then, of course, THE FINALE! Her face went through so many iterations with her current ref, but thus far, it's been the longest standing and most accurate one. It atually started out just as me goofing off with a marker pen in CSP, that quickly changed to "hey... this could be something good." And I was right! This is the Juno that's currently circulating today, and I've been polishing and refining her as I go, since I still feel as though I could perfect things.

And then, of course, her various outfits, which I posted about a while back. Oh - and have you seen Baby Juno?

Well now you have. :)

I think it's so cool to see how someone can fixate on a character and pour so much love and thought into them, that this character becomes their entire brand. Juno inhabits every part of my brain space and is what I think about 24/7. I'm so proud of how far she comes, and she reminds me about how incredible fandom can be and continues to be! Something about her is just so intoxicating to me. I can't get enough of her, and I can't wait to keep developing her over the years to come.

Which then begs the question - what is your equivalent to this entire thread? Do you have an OC like Juno, who you're fixated on and who dominates your creative pursuits? Do they have multiple artistic iterations? Because if you do, share them!! I WANNA SEEEEEE.

Anyways, that's Wren's Ramblings for today ~ I got bored haha

SHARE YOUR OCS!!!! >:0

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hiya! It's me! I've been sending you so many asks that I wouldn't be surprised if you gave me a restraining order!

I made an account so I can actually participate in some of your rp things- if that's okay with you of course.

I sent you the ideas for the succubus, deadpool x wolverine and bimbo!au's, I sent others but I'd need to go through my memory, which would take all night.

Anyway- I have a new au idea for you! I think you'll like this. It's basically a gothic vampire!au.

I'm going to attach screen shots because I've already written it out and for some reason Tumblr doesn't let you copy and paste (it's already 1am where I am and I don't want to have to write this out all again, so I'm really sorry if this'll be annoying for you 😭).

Continuation--

Adam: it's rude to stare, you know. How did a kid get in here?

Lucifer jumped at his voice: I-I'm not a kid!- I'm 30 years old!

Adam: really dude? What are you? 5"3?... you didn't get the long straw when it came to genes, huh? See what I did there?

Lucifer sighs as the man chuckles to himself.

Lucifer: uh... that's... not important- a-are you the owner?

Adam stares at Lucifer for a few seconds before taking a sip from his glass. Lucifer watches his every move, he feels like prey- are those fangs??

Adam: I guess you can say that.. my names Adam. Even though I think the asshole who broke into my house should introduce themselves first- but I'm in a good mood today!

Adam stands and pulls a chair infront of him.

Adam: Here man, have a seat, might as well make yourself comfortable.

The way Adam smiled and watched his every move made Luicfer shiver. He walked as calmy as he could to the chair infront of Adam. He sits, eyes never leaving Adams deep red ones.

Lucifer: I'm Lucifer- and I apologize for the breaking and entering. It's uh, not the best first impression.

Adam: wait- Lucifer? Like the Devil? That's sick. And I'm not one for first impressions, but you've certainly made an entrance, buddy.

Lucifer: Yeah, like the Devil, blame my father for that one-

Adam: I ain't judging man! I think it's cool, everyone has such boring names these days, it's nice to be surprised, nothing surprises me much anymore.

Adam runs his clawed hand through his hair, eyes never leaving Lucifers face. He notices as his eyes travel down to his chest, where his shirt has opened a bit more. Adam smirks, leaning forward, giving Lucifer a better view.

Adam: I would offer you a drink, but I think you want something else~

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That's all I have! I hope this seems interesting to you 😭

Feel free to continue it, I'll try and participate to! It would be my first time doing these rp type things, so I'm sorry if I'm a bit all over the place lol

Okay- bye!

Ahhh!! Thank you for all your amazing ideas friendo! This too is amazing 🤩

And yes of course you can participate in the rp blogs! What account is it?

-

Lucifer felt a little called out, this man was so good looking he felt like he was trapped in a trance.

Lucifer: I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

Adam: Pfft it's fine, I get it. I know I'm hot shit and I don't mind you looking. In fact.

Adam leaned in closer until his hot breath ghosted over Lucifer's face.

Adam: I wouldn't mind you doing more than just looking.

He grinned at the way the blonde man's face turned bright red at the implication. Humans were always so easy to work up. And man this one was easy on the eyes as well.

It's been a while since Adam had a visitor. Even longer since he had a rendezvous.

[angelwinkteruhashi]

Hello there~!

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆:

I'm Kokomi, It's a pleasure to meet all of you! I had heard this app was great for photography, so I decided to make an account! I hope I can get along with you all („• ᴗ •„)!

I'd love to get to know you all, so if you ever want to talk to me, please feel free to send in an ask! I'd love to hear your thoughts and questions (≧◡≦)!

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆:

I don't have much to share, but here's a photo of the wonderful dessert I had today at Café Mami!

The Strawberries and Blueberries paired nicely with the Syrup they used, and the Pancakes themselves were thin, yet fluffy! If you're ever in Hidari Wakibara, I completely recommend stopping by~!

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆:

I can't wait to meet all of you~!

((OOC + Rules below the cut))

Howdy, I'm Gray (he/they)! I'll Try to keep this short since I don't like going out-of-character on rp blogs-

This is a Canon-Accurate (as much as I can be) blog for Teruhashi! It's also a bit of an excuse to get me better at writing her lol ^^'

Basic Rundown:

• This is a sideblog, I follow from @twosidedcherrytrees!

• I RP with anyone, even multiple blogs of the same Muse or someone from a completely different franchise! Just be sure to send me a DM beforehand if I havent reached out to you first lol-

• When I'm talking Out of Character, I'll do so like ((this))!

• Despite Teruhashi being from a show about Psychic abilities and reading people's mind, I don't write her inner thoughts as I view this as how she would interact with Tumblr if she was actually a real person. The only exception to this is if our RP involves talking and writing in 3rd person.

• Any Important tags will be featured in my blog's search function until I make a post specifically for tags (which will probably take a minute but I will keep you updated on when I do!)

• Any and all art I use are either free to use, from an anime, or is drawn by me! I have a strong stance against the use of AI and art theft, so if I ever make a mistake and post art that's either AI or made for noncommercial use, please don't hesitate to let me know!

• Just as a warning- Teruhashi does have an older brother who is, in the show, romantically interested in her. She does not feel the same way in canon, nor does she here. Whenever anything related to that comes up, which I will only bring up if the person I'm RPing with does, I will be sure to tag appropriately. Please do not hesitate to block me if this makes you uncomfortable, as I completely understand why it would.

• No NSFW at all, please! I'm an adult, but my Muse isn't. So nothing sexual. Flirting is okay but I should make it known that my current goal for Teruhashi is for her to realize she's Aroace and then come out as such.

Rules:

• Don't spam the same question over and over please! I appreciate your excitement but after a certain point it just seems draining for both parties lol

• Any type of Homophobia, Transphobia, Ableism or Racism is not allowed here. If you're any of those, do not interact with me, thank you.

• Don't send any asks trying to push your own headcanons onto Teruhashi! You can definitely ask if she does something, and a solid 7/10 times I'll just incorporate it into my headcanons for her and go with it, but I'd prefer if they were not told to me like I have to follow them

• You don't have to follow any specific plot-point that's currently going on in Teruhashi's blog! Any story beats with different Muns/Groups will be tagged as something different. As of now the only rp tag im using for that is #PK Academy AU , but if you don't want to follow those plot points let me know, and I'll use a different tag to differentiate the uh... timelines? Ig? The different RP plots

• Magic Anons are allowed, but try to keep them from being too complicated! I don't typically do magic anons, so also be sure to tell me if I'm doing it wrong lmao

• If we're RPing together, I'd prefer if your character didn't somehow know everything there is to know about Teruhashi. Unless your character can actively read her mind, or has another canon reason for why they'd know her inner thoughts and feelings besides what she shows outwardly, please don't god-mod it (T v T). If your character does have a reason to know, please DM me to tell me!

• The previous rule does not apply to her immense beauty as honestly that doesn't seem fun to write or rp. Ignore that ability all you want lmao, honestly she needs people who won't see her for nothing but her looks.

• I'll try to match both how much you write and which way you RP. For instance, if you typically write in 3rd person and go a more general RP, I'll do the same! If you RP like your muse is a real user talking to someone on Tumblr, I'll do the same, too! Just be sure to let me know before-hand, either via DM or just starting the interaction lmao

Final notes:

I'm happy to be here and meet you all! I'm pretty new to the general ask blog etiquette, I've only really been on Pokéblr before, so let me know if I do anything rude on accident! With that, I hope we can all get along, and thank you for reading!

[acutecoral]

I think one of my favourite things with the Wilbur and Philza confrontation in the maze today is that...no one at any point said the eggs were missing to Wilbur at all before the event began

I could tell Philza tried though, like I noticed earlier he wanted to drop the news on Wil, but it's not easy to drop on anybody especially since Wilbur is clearly already overwhelmed and also just came back, there was hesitation in dropping it on him

And that's what makes Wilbur's accusations so good to me because it's not unfair! They're words said by someone who doesn't have context, who's ignorant and out of touch with the state of things with the residents of the island, who isn't familiar with the harm and hurt and sadness that hangs over the parents and families of the eggs ever since they were gone

But that's Wil's kid! That's his daughter! No one who can suitably fill him in can spare the time to actually tell him the extent of what happened! And whatever explanation they gave him wasn't actually good enough! Because!! Yeah!!! That was vague as hell and didn't answer his question to what people have done!! He was already in the dark about the context of the infiltration and had gotten frustrated from the maze, and now he was given that! How else was he supposed to react? No one was giving him a proper explanation!

And I just lovedddddd Phil's react here too! He's really been popping off with the rp lately!!! Let’s gooooo

Anyways, Phil understandably gets frustrated too! And the accusation and disbelief from Wilbur at the effort they've put to try to get their Kids back pokes at a sore wound that's been festering beneath the facade of calm and groundedness Phil tends to have. He's worried sick, he's always been worried sick and he and everyone else have been doing everything in their power to get their children back only to end up with people getting hurt or punished and whatever else. Of course he blows up! Of course he lashes out! It's unfair to call what they’re doing as uncaring! They care so much! They sacrificed so much for the safety and happiness of their Eggs.

Also the whole infiltration into the presentation also adds to Phil's stress because it's such a precious lead!!! He can't afford to stay back with Wilbur and explain things to him more carefully. He has to be there and figure things out with Cellbit and the rest of them! He has go!! Because it’s that promise of a glimpse of hope that could get them one step closer to understanding where their children went, and how to get them back!

Ahhhhh just!!! Muah!!! Good flipping rp here!! They played it so well 👏

[handbarfs]

this recent q! charlie slimecicle stream was supposed to be so chill but it broke me in so many ways I haven't stopped thinking about it.

charlie just finding out that juanaflippa's room is still intact because he just left his old home and never came back after the news. charlie rummaging through juana's stuff, looking at the pictures, his voice getting softer and softer; charlie not being ready to go to juana's grave; his mouse hovering over mariana's waypoint briefly before warping back to his home to eggxile. him not naming juana's first knife because she didn't name it, and he wants to keep it like how she left things; him displaying everything sentimental to him in picture frames, the ticket, the axe and the knife; the flower that juanaflippa gave him being the only potted plant on the main entrance floor, next to a window...

this is by far the silliest shit ever and I'm too grown for this but I love love love visual storytelling so much, and I am always astounded that its coming from a fucking block game.

the stark contrast of charlie's old home being dark and completely destroyed, but juana's room being completely untouched, full of light and bittersweet memories, like its a sanctuary, a temple,, and any other player who unknowingly stumbles upon it gets this immediately.

charlie after such a long time finally builds a better base (out of rp I know the reason lol but storytelling wise it makes sense) this is a story of grief and extremely painful and slow build healing, but healing nonetheless. and we finally saw glimpses of healing today because q!charlie believes that he is not good enough and doesn't deserve nice things for himself. q!bad forgiving him because he understands the grief q!charlie is in and constantly trying to involve him in activities. q!etoiles giving him armour, even though he has NEVER spoken to q!charlie fully before; tallulah constantly reminding q!charlie that he is family and not alone; because he isn't alone and SHOULD NOT BE alone, he is loved and cared for.

i really hope something like this happens to q!quackity too because,, I love me some angst but angst is nothing without hope, otherwise its just trauma porn. thats why writing angst is so difficult because it has to be paired with hope and happiness that the character can chase after... ANYWAYS was very sad and happy at 7AM in the morning goodbye!

[rocknbolan]

*deep breath*

Ok.

It's no secret there's been a bit of a kerfluffle recently in the rock RP world.

Several of us have severed ties with someone who made all of us deeply uncomfortable with the kinds of RP they wanted to get into.

I honestly preferred to do this quietly and peacefully and leave well enough alone. But, I guess we're living in said someone's head rent free, and so you get what we had here today.

something something And I don't like it, anymore than you men.

The problem is, when you RP, you have to kinda get consent from your RP partners. Sometimes, spontaneous is fun, admittedly. I've had a blast just rolling with what other rock rpers are doing. You're a funny bunch, and it's been wild to see what you get up to. I've been deeply honored to be included in so much of it.

But when the subject matter is graphic in nature, you can't just spring it on people. You need to do the mature thing and talk to your RP friends, and get their permission rather than just spring it on them.

It's not "you have no idea how to have fun" when you're talking about serious subjects like miscarriage and CSA.

I didn't enjoy getting ambushed in messages. I didn't enjoy getting god awful asks about pedo shit. I did not consent to these things being dropped on Rach. And I'm done rolling with it. But you know, no one else among the rock RPers has done that?

Because everyone else is out to have a good time, and prefer the silly shit like I do. And man, it has been a breath of fresh air not dreading what's in my inbox or my messages the last few days.

I regret nothing.

So, in the words of Motley Crue...

Girl, don't go away mad. Girl, just go away.

[if-i-had-it-all]

"It All Started When A God Begged For The Mercy Of A Human"

{Sally Jackson | Paul Blofis | Poseidôn Domatitês RP Blog}

If I were a king, If I had everything If I had you and I could give you your dreams If I were giant-sized, on top of it all Tell me what in the world would I go on for If I had it all?

{If I Had It All, Dave Matthews Band}

Salacia "Sally" Jackson-Blofis

Salacia "Sally" Blofis, nee Jackson, is a freelance writer and community advocate who's taken up the world by a storm within these past few months. Once famously known as Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School's Piano Accompanist during Nations as mere freshman before unfortunately having to drop out of both the news and her high school after the death of her Uncle, the school's Opera Director, Sally Blofis now runs her own nonprofit using her latest book series's skyrocketing sales to help struggling young teens get their names out there so less children are forced to slip through the cracks. 'They aren't nameless anymore,' 43-year-old Sally Blofis tells the news, 'they aren't just numbers, or news titles. They are people, they are loved ones, they are tragedies. They deserve the love of someone feeling pride for them, not just their situations. They deserve to know that love is not conditional and America was built on opportunities, not just greed.' Mrs. Blofis has since helped over a million teens get back off of the streets with scholarships, food pantries, workshops, assisting with Missing Persons and Undocumented Americans gain their citizenship, and opening her own Publishing Company to give a break to those who otherwise wouldn't of had the time or resources for it. Way to go, Mrs. Blofis, America is rooting for you.

Paul Blofis

"I will admit, being bisexual was definitely new to me when I came out and started dating my now boyfriend alongside my wife," Paul Blofis, leader of Goode High's first ever Gay-Straight Alliance Club, told local news stations during the club's first Pride Parade. "I never found it to be wrong, per se, but when I saw it on the news or on TV, I never really thought it applying to myself. I just didn't think about it." And neither did Mr. Blofis think about the flags when he first put them up in his classroom. "I was just in love!" Mr. Blofis, wearing similar flags painting on his cheeks and sown into his clothes, laughed and became misty-eyed thinking about the things that started it all. "I wanted to show them off, I wanted to show me off. I mean, I'm finding more and more about myself in my 40s! There's still so much more about me to learn!!" Accompanying him to pride is a band of at least 20 teens, ranging from all different backgrounds and cliches. "In hindsight, we really should have asked about it," one of the teens cringe, "because we definitely freaked teach out appearing in his classroom all beat up... but it worked out in the end." Since hanging up the polyamorous and bisexual flags in his classroom, Mr. Blofis had seen a strange spike of the same group of people hanging out after class as much as they could or spending their breaks in the corner library. He didn't mind it, of course, but the dots didn't connect yet until a student, who remains anonymous for his privacy, came to him for help against his abusive stepfather who recently found out he was gay. "And ever since then," the teacher and group reported, "it's been history."

Poseidôn Domatitês

After months of researching, officials still don't know the identity of recent news stars Paul and Sally Blofis's third partner. If you didn't know, Sally and Paul Blofis have been going viral on both social media platforms and news stations for their overwhelming contribution to today's teens, with Mrs. Blofis starting up her own nonprofit to help get teens and their stories out there, and Mr. Blofis becoming an unexpected pillar of New York's Gay Teen community. But, many have been asking, who is their third? A man reportedly appearing in his forties with dark ripped jeans, gold accessories, and a loose Hawaiian shirt has been plaguing social media outlets and news stations with his elusiveness despite always being at his partners' sides. Social Media language experts say that, even when his name has been caught by high-tech camera and sound equipment, such as the ones we use here, it is almost never understandable. Current enthusiasts have started using the hashtag "Who Is The DILF" to share discoveries and anecdotes about the mystery of the third Blofis, and some reports even say that a few are working on looking at the sound waves to try to find his name. Hopefully, we will know more in the coming weeks about who is this elusive third.

Γεια σε όλους!! [Hello Everybody!!]. This is an RP account based off of one of my favorite self-indulgent AU ideas where Sally Blofis, Paul Blofis, and Poseidon are all together as a couple!! Hopefully, there will be an actual fanfic of this idea coming out soon, but I figured I'd have a grand time RPing as them in the meantime :)). This AU is based off of what I think would be a very crucial missing scene of Rick Riordan canon, which would be the conversation between Sally, Paul, and Poseidon about Percy's disappearance. It was very, very vulnerable and heartbreaking, especially with Poseidon's theories about what it all could mean and how powerless Sally and Paul are with the fate of their son, or who has come to be their son, in Paul's case, but it was the start of something more. Poseidon started to awkwardly come around more, unsure of how to atone for his mistakes and to help out with the housework as they all tried to figure out how to function again. He helped out with Estelle, being the only person who could soothe her cries during the night, and eventually the three of them just started to orbit around each other. Annabeth, too, became apart of their little surviving family, having her fair share of vulnerable moments with all three of them as they figured out what to do when a part of their souls is missing. Eventually, Percy came back and they started falling in love. It was slow, but it was comfortable. It was amazing.

And so, feel free to interact with any of them! As anybody!! I'd adore if this is a multi-fandom blog where I can have fun with whoever bc we all know Sally will love anyone and everyone as her own and so will Paul and Poseidon's just a grump who pretends he hasn't already filled out the adoption papers but we all know has 😂😂. Feel free to RP as whoever in whatever situation--fandom, age, niche, etc--and also feel free to either request one of them or let me take the reigns with the response!! I wanna have fun here :))) /pos /gen. [Also I adore these older gays, so much /gen].

↳ I Think It's Her Way Of Saying Anything's Possible - Sally Blofis RP

↳ I Was A Shakespearean Actor In College! - Paul Blofis RP

↳ That's Me. Ancient History :) - Poseidon RP

[27dragons]

Is there a piece of media from your youth or childhood that you wish you were encountering today, as a grown-ass adult, so that you could interact with it differently? Or just, wish you were older when you'd seen/read it so your fannish activity about it would be different?

Wow, another amazing question.

There's a lot of media from my childhood that I think I'd love if I were encountering for the first time today. Both Star Wars and Star Trek, for instance, were experiences that I was far too young to really grasp the implications of (I was like 5 or 6 when the A New Hope was in theaters) until I was much older.

If I'd hit Star Wars like 10-12 years ago I would've written SO MUCH Luke/Han fic -- but instead my neighborhood friends and I played Star Wars together (I was always Leia and my best friend was always Luke and when he spoiled the "they're siblings" thing for me after Empire came out I was SO UNBELIEVABLY MAD AT HIM) and those are memories (vague as they are, 40+ years later) that I don't think I'd want to give up if someone offered to erase Star Wars from my brain so I could come back to it fresh.

I do wish I'd encountered fanfic earlier in my life, though. I didn't actually get into reading fanfic until... 2013? Ish? I know I didn't try my hand at writing fanfic until 2014. But before that there were so many things that I got so unbelievably excited about and at the time I had no idea what to do with that energy and excitement. I had crushes on a ton of fictional characters (most of them really embarrassing to think about now 🙃) that could've been channeled into a stupid number of terrible marysue writer-insert fics. Though to be fair, I'd already written a stupid number of terrible marysue writer-insert fics about my D&D/RP characters, so...

Fanfic Writer Friday!

[pennyaprillamb]

WELCOME TO URANIUM CITY, SASKATCHEWAN! OH, THE SUN IS OUT TODAY, I SEE!

Uhm, hi! I'm Penny Lamb, full name being Persephone April Savannah Harmony Goldy Lamb, an aspiring animal conservationist! (and a former drug dealer, we don't talk about that, I was young! :D)

I decided to make a Tumblr blog, my friends have one, and Tammy convinced me to make one! So I did, I'm not so good with tech, Tammy and Astrid taught me how to use a phone, so I still have some problems while using phones or social medias!

I'll talk about me, as I said, my name is Persephone April Savannah Harmony Goldy Lamb, but my friends everyone just calls me Penny or Penny Lamb for short! I have a little brother called Ezra! I also have my best friends: Tammy, Corey, Astrid, Trishna and Hank! They were the first ones to talk to me at school!

Some things about me: I was diagnosed with BP and suicidal behavior, I study at St Cassian and make part of the choir! I don't really talk with anyone in the choir, thought, or at school! Only with Ezra and my friends, I like to go in the fair with them, my favorite ride is the swing ride! I really like animals (I'm going to be an animal conservationist)! Did you know that when a lioness has children, she stops making love to the lion? And the lion gets jealous! Sometimes so jealous he eats the children. You'd think this would upset the lioness, far from it, they make love again like the children never existed! Isn't that terrifying?

I don't really have much to say? I don't know how to these info posts (is this how they are called?), feel free to talk to me or send me ask in the askbox! See ya!

ABOUT THIS PENNY (TW: MENTIOS OF TAKING YOUR OWN LIFE AND BULLYING):

(I'll update with the time)

- This version of Penny is Penny from Legoland Squad! It's a fic i'm writing and i'll maybe post this week! It's an au where Penny's friend group are the cut characters + tammy!

- I'll try to make her personality a mix of legoland penny and shy penny, like in school and with the choir she is more shy and quiet but with ezra and the squad she acts more like herself! It makes some time since i read Legoland!

- Bisexual and Agender! (Any pronouns)

- Has a friendship bracelet with the squad!

- Terrible with tech!

- DESPISES rap!

- Loves cotton candy!

- She has a collection of dolls!

- She has some nicknames, Corey calls her coin, Tammy, Hank and Trishna calls her Pen while Astrid calls her Lambchop (in a caring way)

- The motive hers and Ezra's uniform are different from the rest of the students is because at the time they were enrolled at St Cassian, they didn't had extra uniforms, so the school gave them some super old uniforms models!

- School's punching bag! She is strong enough to end her bullies, but doesn't want to cause any trouble after the JK-47 incident, plus she thinks she couldn't do it!

- Appearance: Medium long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, she has some scars in her face due to bullying, also some burning marks, some bandages in her body, under the one under her neck is a rope burn and she uses the friendship bracelet!

EXTRAS/ABOUT RP:

- Mod is @theangelcatalogue, i also have a oc rp blog called @hiya-molly-sanders

- Any ships are allowed (cdplayer, perfectdolls, bugdolls, eggdolls, spacedolls, etc.)! Except for Noel X girls or Karnak, Virgil or any other grow up with one of the teenagers/kids! Poly ships are allowed to! (I love polyride/six saints and spacerapdollys cough cough)

- This blog this after the cyclone rollercoaster accident where everyone got revived! She doesn't remember much of being Jane, just a little bit, she doesn't talk much to the choir about that and just stuck with her friend group! (The only motive she is in the choir is as one of the punishments of the JK-47 incident, plus some teachers, like Miss Peachery thought it would be good for her to fit in and socialize, although she tried to convince them that she didn't need it cause she already has friends) (that's why she's trying to be kicked out of the choir)

- NO NSFW ASKS!!!

In rp:

This means typing

" This means talking (like talking irl with one of the characters) "

[ This is action]

(This is occ, when mod is talking)

I hope this wasn't confusing? Ty!! Have fun in this blog!

[kismets-barista]

After a hard day of therapy, Floyd is really feeling it. Based off of some rp a friend and I did.

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Branch helped Floyd shuffle into his room, pangs of pain and worry squeezing his heart at how mentally exhausted and... *grey* his brother looked.

"Here. Let's get you into bed." His voice was soft, patient as he took Floyd by the waist to pull back his covers. They had been smoothly tucked in that same morning, but now with a practiced hand, Branch pulled them down and slowly helped Floyd sit.

"Take it slow. I know you wanna lie down but if you do it too fast it might make you hurt worse. We'll get there together, okay?" Branch practically whispered, pausing to fluff Floyd's pillow up before helping him lean back.

His older, and perhaps closest brother squeezed his hands while letting out a shaky breath, tears welling and pouring down his eyes. "I'm sorry, Branch. I don't know what *happened* today... we were having such a good day and there I went ruining it with my stupid jokes and..."

"No, no Floyd, hey..." Branch raised a hand to gently wipe the tears away, taking extra care not to cause any pain to the troll. "We know it's not gonna be all... cupcakes and rainbows, okay? Not all the time. No matter how much you want it to be or will try to make it seem. But that's what we're here for, okay? We love you and are here with you no matter what."

That just made Floyd cry harder. He leaned into the hand, bringing up one of his own to cover with it. Dissolving into soft 'I love yous' and exhausted 'Thank yous.'

Branch leaned down, gathering up his brother into his arms. "Come on. I'll sleep with you, okay? Just like you used to do for me. I'll even hum your favorite lullabies," he spoke, in a hushed voice. Holding Floyd as close as he could.

His brother didn't even respond; already drifting off and on the way into a much needed healing sleep.

"I love you, Floyd. So much."

[yuurivoice]

Say you had unlimited resources; budget, time, energy, etc. What would be your dream project(s)? It could be audio rp related or not. :)

Shit, that's hard to say.

Like really hard.

I think I am incapable of conceiving projects beyond a certain scale with any certainty that it would bring me joy. I've managed to find the right steps through trial and error, and I think developing my creative muscles has been a real thing.

What I mean by that is, if I had not made BS 1-3 first, I could not make anything nearly as cool as what I'm cooking today. If I would have had unlimited resources a few years ago, I couldn't conceptualize anything worth those resources because I didn't understand what I could do or how to do it.

So with that in mind, my ceiling right now might be a visual novel. There are a few projects I really fuck with and enjoy, and I look at those and go...yeah, this is a language I can speak. If I surrounded myself with the right team, I could make something I'd be proud of.

Other mediums like graphic novels or novels in general I think I could do alright with as well.

Going much broader in scope makes me feel a bit too ambitious, also I still have fears about working in a team or being a boss. I'm more capable than I used to be, but it would be daunting.

In another life, I wanted to go to film school and get into directing, but I think my heart really was into scriptwriting. Shocker, I know. I think for my own fulfilment, working on something with Del Toro would have been a delight. Even if all I could swing is getting him to consult in the way that GRRM did with Elden Ring, I think that would be real dope.

But yeah. Hard to really say! Which I think, and this might just be cope, I think means I'm right where I need to be today. I'm putting together stories and performances I'm really proud of. I think I've cleared a couple of plateaus in recent years and need to figure out what I'm capable of before dreaming much bigger.

I made the statement recently that I'd be making these projects of mine even if they were destined to flop. I meant that. I've gotta see what I can make, and if it excites people, awesome, but it excites me. That's what brought me to the dance in the first place. Making shit that excited me.

I think as a creative of any sort, you have to trust yourself enough to risk failure. Make bold choices you have some conviction behind making. Otherwise you'll never figure out how to top that. You'll just sit in a comfortable lane, and eventually get bored and stale.

I ended up here by accident. Where we go next is on purpose.

Can you tell I've been in my writing bag recently? 😂

[sweaty-toothedpoet]

Hey, Todd.

I know you’re not the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day, so I won’t make a huge deal out of this again if you don’t want me to. I just wanted to give you something special because you’re special to me.

It’s not much, but I got you a copy of Leaves of Grass—a poetry collection written by Walt Whitman. I also wrote you an original poem, by hand, (of which I’ve transcribed here):

Cloudy blue eyes, see through me if you must; look upon me and mirror my vision in your graces. Warm hands, combat morning frost and hold what remains; share with me that of your world which you create. My dreamer, brightly burning, hold true to your ambitions, for none other than you may tread your path to the heavens.

Cloudy blue eyes, vast pools of depth and inner wisdom; see to it you never stray from your sonnets and prose. Warm hands, build a life for yourself and live unafraid; allow me part of it and I will cherish it beyond my grave. My dreamer, ever yearning, may your dreams never sleep, lest the days consume the last of the peace we keep.

But, of course, since this is your question submission box, I have to ask you a question.

Will you be my Valentine? ❤️

Love, Neil.

(ooc: hello everyone and happy valentine's day!! for today i thought id do a special post, so there's semi-literate rp under the cut!! ♡♡)

Todd couldn't even keep the trembling smile off his face for a single second; that was how happy the poem Neil had written had made him. In fact, he'd been staring down at it for the past ten minutes, at least. His cheeks were scalding to the touch when he brought up an absent hand to touch them, and he was sure they were flushed bright pink to match the little heart Neil had tacked on at the end. It was only when he heard a clattering sound coming from down the hall that he finally jumped from his trance, heart racing as he stared at the door with wide eyes, before cursing and turning to the veritable mountain of Valentine's paraphernalia he'd collected in preparation for the day.

It grew more and more embarrassing the longer he looked at it-- a plush white teddy bear, a box of chocolates, fake flowers, real flowers, a card, candy, some dubious looking dipped strawberries he'd made with Charlie-- all of it looking more and more like trash in comparison to Neil's thoughtful gift. In truth, Todd had always disliked Valentine's day; if not for the constant reminder that he would never be a part of one of the sappy couples around him, then intense embarrassment when he recieved a letter from some poor oblivious girl that he was then teased about relentlessly, until he was forced to avoid her to the point of running away every time she was in the room until she finally got the hint.

Okay, that second part was maybe a bit specific, but it had happened to him no less than three times, so.

He'd initially been dreading the day, mainly because of his previous experiences, but also because he had no idea how he was meant to act now that he did have someone to spend it with. It hadn't been something he'd ever thought about before, and now, in the face of a relatively new relationship with somebody he'd rather die than disappoint, well. It was daunting, to say the least. He'd went to Knox for help, first, who ever the romantic had suggested stuff so cheesy Todd felt his stomach curdle with mortification just thinking about it. (How the hell was he supposed to get a boombox and sing Neil a love song outside their window?? Their dorm was on the third floor!) After that, he'd gone to Charlie in a fit of foolishness, hoping the other boy would reign Knox in, but that only resulted in relentless teasing and then sincere suggestions that were somehow worse than Knox's. The internet hadn't been much help, either.

Now, though, looking down at the poem Neil had written for him, about him, he felt his worries disappear. Here was a tangible reminder of how much Neil loved and cared about him, plain to see, proof that it didn't matter what he gave the other boy, because he'd treasure it regardless. That person had probably been right when they'd said Neil would appreciate it even if Todd gave him a dirty shoe.

The dredges of a grin still clinging to his face, Todd walked over to the bed and, after some consideration, picked up the real flowers and the stuffed animal. He couldn't stop the rush of fondness he felt when he thought about what Neil would name this teddy bear. The rest, well...that could be a surprise. Still thinking of the look on Neil's face when he saw the gifts, Todd walked out the door, ready to find his boyfriend.

Always. 💜

[ask-wheatley-core]

Hello!

Oh, brilliant-- brilliant! Someone to talk to! D'you know how long I've been up here? Just sort of... Floating aimlessly, around and around and around this stupid moon? No one to talk to, all alone-- well, not alone, really, but... er... well... SORRY MATE-- ah, he can't... He can't hear me, can he? Doesn't matter.

Anyway! You're here now! So, er... I dunno, maybe we could chat for a bit? Anything you want to talk about - listen, mate - I'm all ears! Metaphorically speaking, of course. Can you imagine if I was all ears? That would be-- well, it would be horrific, really.

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☆ OOC yapping under the cut

I'm sure there are plenty of Wheatley ask blogs, but I felt compelled to make my own because... Well, I just love the stupid little orb. You know? Of course you do, you're here. I look forward to being silly with all of you, and I hope I can do the definitely-not-a-moron justice.

Hi, all! My name is [REDACTED] - long time Tumblr user, writer, roleplayer, and Portal enjoyer. I've always wanted to make one of these silly little ask blogs, but I've never really had the nerve... Until today, apparently!

I'll be reblogging general Portal/Wheatley content between asks (I'm not exactly sure what to expect in terms of how many asks I'll get, considering ask blogs seem to be a dying breed), so even if you're not in it for the roleplay, feel free to stick around for the Wheatley content!

GENERAL NOTES:

- Please be patient with me, as I am an adult with a full time job (disgusting, I know).

- Speaking of being an adult: NSFW doesn't phase me. You want to come on here and thirst for Wheatley? Brother, GET IN LINE! Fr though, go ahead, but a couple things -

1. As I am not a fan of romance in general, I'll be playing an aroace Wheatley. I'm sure there are ask blogs out there willing to humour romance, but I'm not one of them. Sorry!

2. If you send me something particularly egregious, or something that could get me banned into oblivion, I'll delete the ask. I also will not humour any asks that make me uncomfortable. If I didn't answer your ask, and you find yourself wondering why, please don't hesitate to DM me.

- If you have any issues with me or what I post, feel free to DM me and we can discuss it, or simply block me and move on. Hostility will be immediately ignored/blocked/deleted. I'm doing this for fun, and nothing I post will be worth taking seriously enough to lose sleep over.

- That's it! Thanks for stopping by, and have fun yapping with Wheatley! (Or don't - I can't tell you how to live your life.)

Answered asks will be tagged #Wheatley Yaps

UPDATE: When I first started this blog, I honest to God thought I'd get max 5 messages a week - y'all have completely surprised me! I'm having so much fun. Thank you to everyone who's been sending in asks, RPs, silly pictures - all of it!

That said - I think to balance my life and this blog, I'm going to switch to a weekend posting schedule! Please continue to send in asks and roleplay responses throughout the week - and I'll queue all the answers up for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, at a rate of about 10-15 per day. I think that will just make it much easier for me to maintain! :)

Ok - that's all - I LOVE YOU ALL, MWAH!

[s1lly-billy]

Guess who's back with more massive lore!! (Kinda)

OK SO JUANAFLIPPA IS BACK!!

THERE WASNT MUCH like serious lore today.

Code update:

His other arm is corrupted but no one noticed due to his gegg costume

Lore update: his parents died making that costume??? I am praying that's not Canon because the lore implications are terrifying. (Kinda like the implication of the eggs have teeth)

Anyway, I like to think Charlie is just canonically completely a believer in ghosts, and tells himself hey yah flippa isn't one and then DOUBTS HIMSELF HALFWAY THROUGH 💀

Thoughts and actual theorys.

So we know about etoiles encryption right? If not I'll post the file.

Pretty much Juanaflippa is a bigger part of the lore than we realized. Not to mention that there was slime materials and armor....all over the haunted house? Slime armor everywhere. Slime blocks...Slime balls....

But....why?

Why are they there.

His lore, it's involved in everything. Flippas code-ness did this, and he's getting corrupted quickly. It's spreading, there's not alot left to cover before he's gone. So I'm thinking, something bigs going to happen soon.

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{Note: I think flippa will die soon and we will get a new Charlie arc or a complete wipe of character} [I am praying we get a super duper angsty memory loss arc with the: "WHY DON'T I KNOW?! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER ANYMORE.... PLEASE... WHO ARE YOU....'Juanaflippa...?'"]

(Forgive my angsty predictions)

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Back to slimecicle lore:

He's still in denial, but trying to stay happy. And still struggles with keeping children alive.

(RIP slimbus, grimbus, and grime DD:)

And he was genuinely sad about it, but tried to stay positive with Flippa by his side (insert "amiga..." Meme) Good news, more massive delicious tasty lore for me to write about in the future!

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Meta:

Likely didn't glitch because of the gegg costume code lol, he AND the admins can only do so much-. Also guys please remember this is rp, Twitter users shouldn't have the right to attack someone for rp and neither should you. Please be respectful to the ccs <3 (Talking about attacks on BBH over rp specifically)

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Back to slimecicle lore:

He's still in denial, but trying to stay happy. And still struggles with keeping children alive. (RIP slimbus, grimbus, and grime DD:)

Charlie is still stuck in the delusion, a forlorn gaze into a hopeful yesterday.

EDIT!!!!: CUCURUCHO WAS WATCHING CHARLIE AND FLIPPA IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE. A LOT. THAT WAS FUCKING WEIRD. Listen CUCURUCHO stay. Back. Ik you want to grab her and interrogate but please.

I know you know.

I need you to not acknowledge it.

[teriyakichop]

So this is what the Wyrmguard Victoria's Secrets bitches are doing now? They're sending messengers to my inbox to spit bars at me? What the hell is this person talking about? I mean, I'm flattered. Really. I'm flattered...but...scared to respond? Respond to what??? If he's talking about Wyrmguard Secrets, the admin to that group banned me. So I CAN'T respond. They're so angry at me. They don't like when they pop shit to someone and someone pops shit back. All they can talk about is me and fireworks that they're angry that they missed. Last I checked, I don't move on their time, I move on MY time. When I say to check for something, you do it. You sit around and let something occupy your time, you'll miss the signal. That's not my fault. I'm more worried about how my family is gonna pay for the damages our vehicle received during the shoot-out that happened outside of my home earlier today. Meanwhile they're playing "Rage Fantasy" where they want to hate on me and then RP with me when I show up in Stormwind. I'll be in Stormwind tomorrow, we can RP as much as you guys would like until I go to bed, because we all know y'all ain't bold enough to step up from Wyrmguard Secrets Confessions Anonymous. It's all good, I ain't mad at y'all. I'm gonna try to sleep again. It can be a challenge after surviving a shoot-out., but I'm gonna try. As for @thespoon225, if you wanted to ERP with me, you didn't have to come at me with silly bars, you could've just said you wanted to ERP with me. Sure, I'd deny you, but it's the attempt that counts. Maybe you want to take those lyrics and participate in a Rap Battle, or maybe a VERZUZ or something... Here. You get a heart for effort. <3