#the office rp meme

[scealaiscoite]

coworkers to lovers prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

¹⁾ “hey - in case no-one else’s said it, you’ve been doing some really great work lately. i really apprec- i mean, all of us really appreciate it.”

²⁾ “if you keep putting in nights this late, i think [boss] is gonna start charging you rent.”

³⁾ “stop jumping in whenever you think i need saving! i don’t need defending, and i don’t need you!”

⁴⁾ “you remember how i take my coffee?”

⁵⁾  “you don’t need to keep pushing yourself so hard, you know. we all know how hard you worked to get here - it’s okay to let yourself breathe now.”

⁶⁾ “if you don’t wanna spend the night in a empty house, you could always come over to mine.”

⁷⁾ “normally when you invite me to lunch, it’s with everyone else too. what’s so different about this time that you needed me alone?”

⁸⁾ “don’t tell anyone else, but i like working with you the best.”

⁹⁾ “hey, why are me and [name] being split up? you know we do our best work when we’re together.”

¹⁰⁾ “i figured you wouldn’t have the time, so i went and picked up lunch for you.”

¹¹⁾ “wow, someone’s looking good. who’re you trying to impress?”

¹²⁾ “[other coworker] told me you nearly lost it when they all tried blaming me for what happened. why did you care so much?”

¹³⁾ “do you make house calls to all of your coworkers when they call in sick, or am i just that special?”

¹⁴⁾ “why are you freezing me out all of a sudden? I thought you were happy I was dating again, and now you act like it pains you to hear about it.”

¹⁵⁾ “until such a time as the two of you can prove that you can work as well on your own as you do together, you’re going to be put on different schedules.”

¹⁶⁾ “why didn’t you tell me you were up for the promotion? did you seriously think i wouldn’t be happy for you?”

¹⁷⁾ “you do know you’ll be seeing me first thing in the morning, right? what’s so important that it couldn’t wait until then?”

¹⁸⁾ “one date, that’s all i’m asking for. one night to let me show you how good we could be together.”

¹⁹⁾ “i think people are starting to notice that you spend more time at my desk than you do at your own.”

²⁰⁾ “no, you don’t get to do this. you don’t get to make me fall in love with you, and then tell me there’s no way for this to work because of the job!”

[listslistslists]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕟𝕦𝕤 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕔𝕠𝕝 (𝕖𝕡. 𝟙-𝟙𝟞) (stupid vers)

a collection of stupid quotes from episode 1-16 of The Magnus Protocol that make it sounds like an office comedy instead of a horror podcast, use as you wish, adjust as needed

It is a privilege and an honour to be horrible in your ears once again.

I care. Not a lot, mind. Don’t flatter yourself.

It’s okay, [Name]; We’re figuring it out, cutie.

Don’t hit on the computer while I’m working on it.

Let me guess- fancy gowns, champagne, bathing in the blood of the poor- that sort of thing?

I'm the patron saint of cute wimps.

It's a good place to canoodle.

That’s cool. Babies are cool.

No one in this entire place will give me a single ounce of respect.

That nearly went very badly.

I'm breaking the boundaries of what it means to dance.

You can be creeped out or sarcastic but not both.

Nice chair. I could look real ominous swiveling in that thing.

Don’t be gross.

Some of us do actual work here. At our job. Which pays us.

Dark love to all my creepy sweeties!

I'm mysterious~

God bless Bitcoin, amiright?

I should probably stop getting tattoos of your face and return all your kidnapped pets.

Thanks, [name]. Utterly useless as always.

Treason's “bussin'” and “fire”, but it won't look good on your CV.

I thought you were a goth?

Your girl is goth- not a ghoul.

Welcome to my twisted mind.

[alabonshay]

👻- A jumpscare

I need to see the Duchess's reaction to this. 👁

@the-haunted-office

Muse Reactions // Closed

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"SNNORK—"

*wheeze... cough... wheeze—Hblff—HAURGh!*

The Duchess is choking loudly on her own venom. "You ab-solute... fool!" she gasps.

[tamerofdragns]

❝ You always feel really comfortable and safe to be around. ❞

-@piers-official

@piers-official "That from the fans or you?" Raihan grinned and wrapped an arm around one of his best friend's shoulders. "Either way, I'm glad I don't scare folks. At least..not in a bad way."

[dragonballnewstar]

👤

@the-haunted-office

Send 👤 and I will write more about an NPC in my muse’s life

Next up is Yuki's 2nd in command, Leena!

Leena is a former princess of a ruined kingdom - a land completely annihilated by the World Government's Buster Call. Her people either fled, were killed or enslaved. She was no different, sold at auction along with the Devil Fruit, the Ebi Ebi no Mi..

She saw her chance and ate the fruit. She got the Mantis Shrimp abilities and destroyed the auction house, freeing herself from her shackles and joined the Revolutionary Army where she met Yuki. Yuki agreed that together they will find survivors of her people, and if possible, rebuild her nation.

Leena ends up married to Pollo and the pair do indeed reestablish her nation. I had a list of arcs for our One Piece cast and Leena's major arc was the longest and the last since it basically pops up periodically ( yes the rp was LONG)

1) Mean Marine Mom (Will Arc)

2) The Pyromaniac Ex-Partner (Yuki Arc)

3) Zeros and Ones (Yuki/Spencer Arc)

4) Forgotten Family (Saika/Tayva Arc)

5) Letter from  the Lost Days (Yuki/Colleen/Pollo Arc)

6) The Fall of Baltigo (Team Arc)

7) Reunion (Dean Arc)

8) Father’s Day (Team Arc)

9) Shadow of the Ghost (AKA Forgotten Family pt.2?) (Saika/Jedha Arc)

10) Leena’s List (Leena Arc)

Bonus: I DO NOT do this alone and a majority of the ideas are with my partner, FireFang! So I added our old Twitch banner because without his help none of these characters or stories would exist in the first place. :>

[peppermint-rat]

🛏 for Lucifer

🌧 for Laki

🎒 for Kolaiah

(I was picking ones i didn't already know, but then I realized I do kinda know the answer to Lucifer's, but we're here now, dangit!!)

🛏️ What does your OC’s bed look like? What would they like their bed to look like?

Lucifer does not sleep and has never slept and in general has been allergic to comfort for most of his life (not in a Catholic way, more so in a “I’d rather be up and about” kind of way), but he does have something of an underground salt spring in his kingdom that serves as a sensory deprivation chamber. So he can just lie back and disappear into those Demigod of Knowledge racing thoughts. It’s almost always work related, but lately he has had… extracurriculars to think about. Such as fatherhood

He does sort of wish he could sleep just because he wants to experience everything, but also feels like it would just be a big waste of time for him. He can enter dream like states that are actually useful and he is fully in control of. That being said, he recently developed a fondness for cuddling, and he would like his bed to look like anything that includes his wife (even perhaps resting on her coiled up snake body).

🌧️ What is the favorite thing for your OC to do on a rainy day?

Same as ever - play! But I think his favorite comes during thunderstorms, in which he likes to fly through the clouds and attract lightning. It gives him a temporary boost of energy, whether that’s from the electricity itself or the thrilling stimulation of it. Stormy days are probably good days to fly in his full form anyway, to obscure him from surface dwelling mortals.

I also think he is probably like Phyllis and says lots of cliches during the rain (unaware that they are cliches). “The plants are gonna love this” being a big one, “I actually sleep better when it’s raining”, and a slightly modified “This weather makes me want to stay at home doing art”

🎒If your OC had to pick three things of all their belongings to keep, which would they choose?

WELL, the choice itself would be easy - his wedding ring, the wolf ornament that Ronan bought for him on their first date, and Emma’s scarf. Any one of his and Ronan’s wedding photos would be contenders, but James could probably get them new prints.

But he would be completely devastated if he had to get rid of his centuries-old collections. “NO THOSE ARE MY TREASURES” but like, legitimately

[townofcadence]

⚡ - to take shelter from a storm together .

For Stanley J. and Aiden!

@the-haunted-office

Miscellaneous Actions ⚡ - to take shelter from a storm together

"Oh!" They lean down, from their towering near ten feet height, towards the small human they can see, who has also chosen this small building as a temporary shelter.

"Hello~! Oh my.... you are so very small. Isn't that exciting? How different the world must look down there." Their voice is breathless, but the more they speak the more apparent it is that this is simply how their voice sounds. There is nothing but joy and genuine excitement in their tone, peering at the small mortal. "Our perceptions are so different, and yet for this very moment, we exist within the same space. What an honor and a delight...!"

[ask-sad-ghost-piett]

Jerjerrod, Motti, Krennic. Kriff, marry, kill

Send me three names and “kriff, marry, kill” for an honest answer.

Kill Krennic - I would sooner kriff or marry an ITO droid before I considered doing anything of the sort with Krennic. I want to make this absolutely clear saying that there were some rumors surrounding the two of us after I made the mistake of going clothes shopping with him. The incident took place years ago, shortly after Galen Erso had a midlife crisis and left the Empire. You see, Krennic didn't have many friends besides Erso, and against my better judgment, I felt sorry for him. So, I extended the invitation to accompany him on a shopping trip on Coruscant. I then realized that Krennic had an unhealthy obsession with capes and possessed a degree of pretentiousness that rivalled even Jerjerrod. After the trip, Grand Moff Tarkin held me in contempt for attempting to befriend Krennic and barred me from leaving the ship for shore leave for 3 months. Eventually, I won back Tarkin's favor with numerous caf runs and menial chores, but it was a difficult 3 months.

Kriff Motti - By virtue of my limited options. I will make no further comment, as I doubt there'd be anything worth talking about in that arena.

Marry Jerjerrod - Because it could be worse.

And now, those visuals will be forever ingrained in my incorporeal head.

-Admiral Piett

[reindeer-dad]

{{ 👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private? }}

My Muse in a Relationship ?s

Yep. One of Rudy's love languages is physical touch, but it doesn't mean he goes overboard with the PDA. Besides hand-holding and wrapping his arm around his partner’s waist, he may even be caught doing the oh-so scandalous display of... leaning his (anterless) head on his partner's shoulder!

GASP! Get a ROOM, you two! /sarcasm

Oh yeah, and he'll smooch his partner under the mistletoe, citing "Mistletoe Law."

In private, he’s not overly cuddly, but he likes expressing his affection with kisses and caresses. Little things, like stroking their cheek, brushing their hair out of their face, and squeezing and rubbing his thumb over his partner’s knuckle while holding their hand.

[aurouxa-potion-sin]

🥪~

~NSFW Word/Emoji scenarios/threads~

( SANDWICH ) - receiver was just trying to drop sender off some lunch at work but after seeing them in a particularly arousing position, receiver pulls sender into their office for a quickie

((it didn't show up on desktop but I did see it on mobile so no worries~))

"You had to have done that on purpose --" Aurora hissed at Neka as she pulled him into her office, her cheeks flushed with anger and arousal as she pushed him onto her desk, kissing him roughly as she groped at her boss' tie and belt.

The blonde pulled away, taking a deep breath and sighing, trying to compose herself before speaking.

"Tell me you don't want to continue and I'll stop, but fuck -- I really want you right now."

[xaelatailchomp]

Nagakage backstory cuz I should write it down somewhere.

A lot of it is honestly me fumbling because I didn’t know the lore and creating backstories for those accidents lmao.

I honestly think it’s only interesting to me cuz idk. This stuff will probs only be used if I RPed lmao.

Warnings: unedited, magical transition (incomplete), will probs be edited the more I learn about the lore of this game tbh

(977 words)

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The baby Xaela was discovered by an old couple in Yanxia when they found it cradled in the arms of its wounded, unresponsive mother. They tried to help her but it wasn’t long before she succumbed to her wounds, having shielded her newborn from what seemed to be an attack on the merchant caravan she was travelling with. From talks with survivors, the newborn’s father too had perished trying to protect the caravan.

The child had no name, anyone that could have known had been slaughtered in the attack. The couple, named Okeya, gave the child theirs and a name they held onto, waiting for the Kami to bless them with a child that never was.

The child spent less than five years with them in Yanxia until Garlemald succeeded in taking over Doma. The family Okeya, consisting of two elderly and one small child were given priority to board the boats, seeking refuge where they could.

They found refuge on the outer fringes of thanalan, amongst a small commune by the sea, where they kept to themselves. But it wasn’t long before the Patriarch Okeya found himself a widower.

Age was catching up to the dwindled family Okeya, their child only eight summers old before the lone patriarch could feel his mind going. Once a man of the sword, he taught the child everything he could remember, using sticks because Eastern blades were uncommon in this land. He taught the child the differences between Au Ra and Hyur, knowing not much of the Xaela himself, only that the child’s mother had been clad in yellow and that yellow was of the Oronir. It wasn’t long before the child was left alone.

Children fending for themselves weren’t an uncommon sight in Eorzea, especially in times of war, Thanalan is no different. The Xaela child grew alongside other orphaned refugees, relying on the kindness of strangers before that became infeasible as the war grew worse and many more refugees found themselves on Thanalan shores.

The child heard of Ul’dah, the towering jewel of the desert, but kept away where the other children dreamed of robbing the rich merchants that found home there. There were trade routes ripe for exploiting where they were, and the family Okeya never ventured farther than where their roots had been replanted.

And the Xaela child lived in fear. The child’s body wasn’t growing right, already taller than the midlander women they’ve grown up around, scales darkening farther than the other Xaela girls the child’s age. He was growing up an anomaly, but that anomaly was good. Because if he bound his chest and took on a variation of his father’s name, he would be given a blade and hired into the local mercenary group, almost taller than their shortest midlander man.

It was when his growth reached a plateau, nearly as tall as a Highlander man, that Nagakage considered doing something about it. He had spent his puberty as a man and found it fit him better than girlhood ever did.

He’s been hearing whispers of an underground potions trader, who’s been working on a product that could change the faces of those running away from the law. There’d been japes over tankards that it could enhance things where they mattered, ragging on the only man in their company that’s managed to keep a steady woman no matter how many times the couple fought.

Nagakage hunted down this man, giving an excuse that he needed to hone his strength alone and away from distractions. Though his sword skills were merely passable, he was known for being able to hold out on his own, so the mercenary troupe had waved him away, with no one bothering to volunteer after him. Their numbers had grown steadily over the years and though he knows he would be welcomed back if he were to return, he will not be missed. Alone on the fringes of Thanalan, he found his man and struck a deal with the alchemist.

He worked as the man’s errand boy and bodyguard as the potion he required was tested and perfected on his body. The process was slow going and Nagakage frequently found himself waking abed, body aching, having to recover from the side effects of the slow acting experimental potions. But it was working.

Nagakage found himself towering over the pale midlander Alchemist one day, and found his horns that once curled daintily forward, had now grown larger and thicker. They looked stronger now and curled inward over his face, pointed down, level with his chin, and tipped in red. His tail had grown longer too, though that had meant nothing to him. The Alchemist touched it often, measuring it with particular interest. Nagakage was possibly the only Au Ra the Alchemist had ever set his eyes on.

Though it is possible the Alchemist merely measured his tail because, even with the experiment going this far along, there has yet to be anything growing where it mattered. His body everywhere else was distinctly male, even his chest had flattened out. The only issue now was that he lacked manhood. He’d now woken up plenty of times now, sore between the legs with nothing more than an ache to show for it.

When his growth had plateaued here too, he decided to leave the Alchemist. The potion wasn’t perfect but on his errands he’d been hearing of this new underground potion that could do things better. A potion that once, rumors say, changed a Hyur man into a delicate Miqo’te girl. A fantastical potion people have been calling Fantasia.

Eyes on the city of Ul’dah, the jewel of the desert he’d once sworn off, he goes.

(Only to find later that the experiments he’d undergone had only allowed Fantasia to work for a single sun before being reverted where the changes were wanted)

[alabonshay]

👄 + capturing the attentions of a crush

James wants to know this. x)

Oh, I can't decide between the Duchess and the Lady. Whoever you think might give the funniest advice! If I must decide, then let's go with the Lady!

@the-haunted-office

“There is plenty of… rotten influence, in this life,” the Duchess rolls her tongue along the ‘r’ distastefully.

She swishes her brandy, eyeing the small amount she has left. “Do not be a part of it. Or, do not tell the Lady." She takes a slow sip from the glass. She processes the taste, sweeping her tongue by each tusk. How would she put it? "The more you tell… the less you do.”

It is a rather unfortunate truth to relay to this bright-faced creature. The matriarch settles back into her chair, making something of a grumble, or perhaps a stifled burp. She sets her elbow against the well-worn rest, a pointer raised sagely around her glass, “A Lady will only take interest as long as you are mysterious. If not, it is for nothing. The Lady will not care. Or whomever. Spoil the mystery... and she will flutter on to the next.”

The Duchess sets the glass top down on the side-table. Her brow furrows in contemplation, which is becoming increasingly difficult. “If nothing else… it depends.” She clears her throat. "Are you confident?"

[starkidsbackbababababa]

GET the cops outta' your scripts- Put your pens down-... THEY'RE GOING FOR AN OPPINION!!! [Violent tackling] STOP CRITISIZING! STOP CRITISIZING! [Some crabby barista] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

the fact that starkid can be so openly anti-cop is proof that we need more independent media that doesn't have to dull their message down to appease a larger company

[all-over-iris-chaos]

Made this based on the fact that in a rp me and Johnny aren’t need much right now so us and our characters are playing 4 in a row but our characters reaction is just gg while the one who lost is yelling and the winner is calling the other a dumbass and braging slightly (like not in a mean way but yea)

Tops our characters and bottoms us irl

[voxmilia]

Do you have any HCs with inkblade and Ivy

YOU MEAN OISIN AND HIS TWO FAVORITE GIRLS? THREE OF MY FAVORITE KIDDOS? ONLY ALWAYS

I latched on so hard to "mean girl with the Garthy O'Brien accent" so I've adopted Ivy, she's one of my favorites, I literally write her on my rp blog, I have a character/timeline study for her in the works so I have many headcanons. Some of these are, as usual, created in conjunction with my friend Nick @starlingcity !!

I've had to cut this down like 3 times because I have so many thoughts about all three of them so literally ask me for more anytime!

Ivy was born in Leviathan. She doesn't remember it much; she and her bio mother (her mama, bc Fabian parallel) emigrated to Solace when Ivy was around 2 or 3. Her accent is sort of a mix of Leviathan and Fallinel, as her second mother (her mum) is a high elf.

She meets Oisin at Oakshield Middle School. He's sitting by himself, reading a spellbook and Ivy, who even before the rage never really knew how to express herself right the first time, tells him it's "too sad" to watch him all alone and insists she has to join him from now on. She does. They're inseparable from then on.

They develop minor separation anxiety after their first death in the Mountains of Chaos; it's tenfold by their revivication in junior year. Jawbone helps them both and also helps them find accredited private therapists.

Oisin has a panic attack for the first time ever during his first appointment with Jawbone, because Ivy isn't there and he's terrified she'll be dead when he comes out.

He has another one when Lucy's out for a summer trip, reconnecting with her family after a year dead, and he hasn't heard back from her in almost a day. Adaine finds him, knees tucked to his chest, arms and tail wrapped around them, just outside of Jawbone's office. It's their first real conversation beyond his initial apology to her.

He laments that he should be stronger than this, should know better. Adaine still doesn't trust him but she understands so she huffs and assures him that anxiety doesn't mean he isn't strong. She has anxiety and she's been in so many battles., defeated so many foes

"I punched a dragon in the face and I have anxiety!" (It makes him laugh. She hates that she likes the sound of it.)

Ivy, as bad as she is with words, is the first to apologize of all the Rat Grinders. Mazey is kind, too kind. Ivy sort of rambles. She isn't even sure why was she so unkind in the first place; she apologizes, says Mazey deserved better. They're not friends but they've buried the hatchet at least. (Years later, they run into each other at a Fig and the Cig Figs concert and smile at each other but say nothing.)

Oisin and Ivy kissed exactly once, at 14, the summer before their freshman year. They were two confused, curious kids who wondered if the warmth in their chests when they were together was meant to be romance. They hated it immediately and never attempted it again. Ruben is still convinced they're exes, though.

Oisin, Adaine, and Ivy end up in the first Bad Kid/Rat Grinder mixed group chat, beyond their initial mega chat with both parties. Oisin kept sharing memes Ivy sent him to Adaine, who would tell him to send Ivy one from Adaine in turn. He got tired of being the middle man eventually and makes them a group thread.

Ivy texts the chat one night that she feels sorry for Adaine, because Oisin is an awful kisser. Adaine tells Ivy to speak for herself. Oisin is too embarrassed to reply for almost an hour, to Ivy's joy

[townofcadence]

not  just  a  scratch

For Thursday and Artair, but if you have other muses in mind we can go with them instead!

@the-haunted-office

Just a Scratch

He'd felt her approach, or at least the vague feelings of someone coming, when she was close enough. The arrival had been too swift; he had no time, and couldn't do much more than shove his supplies back into his bag and try to act natural. He pulls his shirt back down right as the dilapidated door separating him from the outside woods opens. He adjusts to a more casual seat on the bench he'd found, and an arm comes up to wipe quick at his face, to smear away any beads of sweat. The pain scorches up his side, but the most giveaway is a twitch of a brow. He's used to pain, but he still has nerves, after all.

"Ah- uh...." He almost looks embarrassed of all things, as Thursday comes in the door. "H-hey Thursday. What are you doing here?" As if he wasn't just somewhere in her world, one of the old ruins that wasn't a living building, or maybe was at some point, but wasn't anymore. She probably had the same question.