#this Rp has a grip on me

[ender-niffler]

I may or may not have been redrawing and redesigning all my TCD designs,,,I’m already almost done with the main four,,,

[powpowchaos]

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Ive been obsessed with this idea for about a week?

[spookiesmausoleum]

❛ 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ❜

Sentence starters from quotes from the movie in question! Remember to specify for multi-muse blogs and change pronouns as needed.

"I have heard myself say that a house with a death in it can never again be bought or sold by the living. It can only be borrowed from the ghosts that have stayed behind."

"The memories of their own deaths are faces on the wrong side of wet windows, smeared by rain. Impossible to properly see."

"For those who have stayed, their prison is their never seeing. And left all alone, this is how they rot."

"Of her books, I have read fewer than nine pages of only a single one...and all the while suppressing a very bad taste. I am not even sure of the title."

"I can be sure of only a very few things. The pretty thing you are looking at is me. Of this I am sure."

"It has always been that wearing white reassures the sick that I can never be touched, even as darkness folds in on them from every side, closing like a claw."

"You had so much to say in those first years. When you lived here with me. Enough to fill a book. And then... nothing."

"You turned your back. You turned your back, and you turned your back so many times... that soon your feet were facing the wrong way altogether."

"I did nothing but sit and listen. I made no noises. I welcomed no visitors. And here, now, you've come back. But only to hurt me, only to show yourself, but not to let me see."

"You poor, pretty things whose prettiness holds only one guarantee. Learn to see yourself as the rest of the world does, and you'll keep. But left alone, with only your own eyes looking back at you, and even the prettiest things rot. You fall apart like flowers."

"Couldn't sleep. The first night in a place always weirds me out, you know."

"Why would you say that to me right now, in the middle of the night when I'm here all alone?"

"I can't imagine what I'd say if he did. I mean, what does a person say? "Remember that time we almost but then didn't get married? 'Cause I do.""

"On my very first night in the house. A death. But I cannot see it. Not yet. But I can feel it shifting its weight from bare foot to bare foot."

"So that's where you're hiding. They told me there wasn't one of you, and I don't mind telling you, I was a little worried."

"Because time spent in a house with a death in it passes more quickly, you know. Eleven months. Passing like the night."

"This is how you rot."

"It was fine when I first moved in, but now I think it's gotten much worse in the past few weeks."

"Possibly a mold of some kind. Likely there is some plumbing behind the wall, a pipe that runs up to the bathroom."

"You say you haven't seen it anywhere else?"

"It's just that a confusion like that is usually with the memory of someone significant."

"Heavens to Betsy, no, I haven't. No, um, I scare too easily."

"Well, there is a not-very-good movie, if you prefer."

"That would be much, much worse. I'd likely run down to the road screaming. And who'd look after [name]?"

"The pretty thing you are looking at now is me."

"I left the world just as I came into it. I am wearing nothing but blood."

"I am as white as a sail. I tell this often to myself. I tell myself that nothing gets on me. But it does me little good. The words pour right through. I am too full of holes."

"Grow up, you dumb old scaredy-cat. It's just a bunch of silly ol' make-believe typed words on paper."

"And even if I was fiendishly tempted, I have refrained from pressing the subject with her."

"Though it seems safe to assume that, as endings go, [Name]'s was not an especially pretty one."

"Quite dead but not quite buried. Carelessly concealed in a grave too shallow to be rightly called a grave at all. Better to call it a... hiding place."

"The walls and windows are as thin as bones. A person could walk right through them. Just up and leave this old house."

"I haven't really looked. I... I kind of hate the sight of it."

"I can sometimes see her struggle with the shape of it, more as if trying to remember a song she once heard, and not as she might remember an event."

"How does one forget something as essential as that? How does one forget a death?"

"Maybe it is the body that remembers. And without the body, there is nothing to hold to."

"We make our own ghosts by looking, but pretending not to see...and then forgetting ourselves altogether."

"It is a terrible thing to look at oneself and to all the while see nothing. Surely this is how we make our own ghosts. We make them out of ourselves."

[wpmz]

ship making me feel so insane i’m considering writing an essay. with citations and shit. for fun. what’s happening to me

[exec-proton]

He's lookin at Ari's old car. I'm looking at him. Respectfully.

[qhonay]

2023/01/17

[the-blaze-empress]

ahahah what if chapter 3 of tmatimry came out like. tomorrow? or something? idk just a silly little idea i had lol.

(yeah it’s happening i wrote another chapter in a night it hasnt even been 20 days since i started this fic and ive got 13.6k words already)

[nexttimeisnotthesame]

[LIST] DRAMAS/MOVIES/ANIMES THAT I WATCHED DURING 2024

New year, new list! It's 2024 Woooooooo! As usual, l will also put currently watching dramas that cross between 2023/2024 and 2024/2025 (if applicable). I don't do long reviews but if I really like a drama you will see me gif it 😉

🌟 = my rating ½ = half a star

KDRAMAS

The Story Of Park's Marriage Contract (열녀박씨 계약결혼뎐) 🌟🌟🌟🌟

My Demon (마이 데몬) 🌟🌟🌟🌟

Lovely Runner (선재 업고 튀어) 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟👍

CDRAMAS

撒野 (Mutual Redemption Love) 🌟🌟🌟🌟

皎月流火 (Secrets of the Shadow Sect) 🌟🌟🌟🌟½

莲花楼 (Mysterious Lotus Casebook) 🌟🌟🌟🌟 (watched latter 45%)

授她以柄 (A Tale of Love and Loyalty) 🌟🌟🌟

我们在黑夜中相拥 (Embrace in the Dark Night) 🌟½

九重紫 (Blossom) 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟👍💜

DNF

小亭台 (Rise From the Ashes) - after 17 ep

Currently watching

黑白密码 (Chase the Truth), ep 2 [ON HOLD]

MOVIES

Culpa mía (My Fault) 🌟🌟🌟½

ANIME

DNF

赘婿 (My Heroic Husband) - after 5 ep

[psn-stalling]

No espresso yet?

No espresso yet :(

Also HELP I'M BEING SUFFOCATED 😭😭😭😭

[thewolfruns]

um, yes, hello it's spooky lake month and i would love some replies to any of my opens lurking in this tag here.

[falesten-iw]

There’s a bittersweet joy in witnessing the struggles of the Syrian people bear moments of hope, but it feels like a fleeting spark, a fragile light overshadowed by deeper, relentless forces. Can we call this freedom? Or is it just a brief pause in a cycle of pain that has gripped us for far too long?

For decades, the Middle East has been scarred by war, division, and unimaginable suffering. These aren’t random tragedies, they are deliberate, calculated acts meant to maintain control. As long as Zionism continues to reshape the region, inching closer to the goal of a Greater Israel, true freedom for any of us will remain a distant dream.

But freedom isn’t just about removing one dictator or another. Real freedom requires dismantling the entire system that keeps us in chains. It’s about a shift in power, a dismantling of structures that oppress us all. Until Palestine is free, until the people who are suffering are allowed to breathe, none of us can say we’re free.

This isn’t just a political issue for me, it’s personal. My family in Gaza is living through an unthinkable reality: genocide, freezing cold nights without shelter, hunger, and prices so high that survival is a struggle each day. They’re stuck in a nightmare that keeps getting worse, and their suffering is not just a faraway tragedy, it’s a pain that echoes through me.

And yet, despite the immense pain, I hold on to hope. Because I know that change is possible. Every small donation, every act of solidarity, can ripple outward and transform lives. This isn’t just charity, it’s resistance. It’s standing together to defy those who profit from our suffering. You have the power to be part of this change. Stand with Gaza. Stand for freedom. Stand for humanity.

This campaign is for 26 lives hanging by a thread, including two orphaned children and a family member suffering from hemiplegia after being hit by shrapnel during a bombing. She urgently needs surgery to replace infected plates in her body. The situation is dire, and every day is a battle. The video showing the injured family member was shared earlier in this post: Link.

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[where-the-cicadas-sing]

It wasn’t necessarily she didn’t know about him destroying paintings. It was she didn’t know the reason *why* he does. Granted yeah she shouldn’t have lied, she should’ve had better communication skills besides throwing out the ultimatum of ‘me or the painting’ but that’s how she is. She can get emotional and irrational adding on the fact she is a child doesn’t make it better. Tallulah doesn’t understand why he was acting that way and why he didn’t see the beauty in his art like the way she does. Which could’ve been explained in a way if the two actually listened to each other. But then again, they are kids. Siblings nonetheless. They are going to do and say things they don’t mean to each other.

Though you are right. The way people treated Richas was unfair. Even heard that people called him names like???? That’s a whole ‘ other can of worms right there I won’t get into.

Anyways yeah just wanted to say this because these two /pos that entire fight was autism vs autism lolol

Sorry to stir it again but. I went see the timestamp for the fight and also to study my boy's behavior during that mess and. Richas saw the painting and FROZE staring at it, Tallulah then went running and broke it to grab it. Then Richas asked why she had that painting, and she immediately lied saying she had no clue what he was talking about. He asked politely to have it back, but Talullah kept lying about it being there. He asked twice to see it, calmly and asking please

Just. It's very unfair how I see so many ppl pointing Richas as immature and the one to hurt Talullah because she "didn't know" when he tried to do it calmly and then everyone turned on him to say how he was being mean for asking it back, when Talullah's first instinct was to hide and lie to him as well, no wonder he got so stressed and upset to the point he wasn't thinking clearly

[sliding-into-space]

Frozen AU!💼 Slider, do you feel like you've finally caught up with everyone else time-wise? Or do you still feel like you're from a past time? [Sorry if this q doesn't make sense ><]

Slider laughs and scratches the back of his neck. "Awe geeze, I guess I don't feel so... behind? Anymore? Most of the time I feel normal, but sometimes it hits me when I see one of my old friends that I used to be older or the same age as... not as bad as when I first got out though! Finding my entire friendgroup as eighteen year old adults while I was still thirteen was definitely.... not the most comforting thing." He chuckled again with a shrug, shaking his head.

[arcadia-smith]

TW: 18+, dominance, dirty talk, P in V, face fuck.

Imagine RP with Simon Riley.

You've been married to Simon for ages. And now that he's been retired for the sake of your mental health, it had been going good.

Sex in bed, shower, on the kitchen counter, up in the attic, the garage. There's no place you haven't done it.

And yes, it has gotten repetitive. Maybe because you've been having sex five times a day, that's the count for bad days, on good ones, it happens even more.

So here you are now, on your knees, in front of him. Your hand slowly reaching for the zipper of your dress, it coming undone with a soft hiss.

The garment falls away, leaving you clad only in a delicate lace bra and matching panties. You look up at him through your lashes, cheeks flushed "Please, sir... may I remove these as well?" you ask, hands hovering over the skimpy lingerie.

Yes, yes, it was Simon's idea. Both of you playing out some kind of fantasy.

He nods curtly, his voice low and roughened with desire "Remove them. I want to see that tight little pussy, all pink and slick for me."

As you comply, shedding the last of your clothing, Simon's gaze rakes over your body. When you're completely nude, he steps forward, towering over you.

"You're so fucking perfect, Love." He growls, hooking two of his fingers under your chin to pull you up to your feet.

His hands slide down to your hips, fingers digging into the skin.

You wrap your arms around his waist, fingers splaying across the firm muscles of his back as you press yourself more firmly against him.

You can feel his arousal press against your stomach.

"Please.. can I touch you, Sir?" You whisper in the most innocent voice you can manage.

With a low grunt, he spins you around, pinning your back against his chest.

One hand slides up your side to cup your breast, thumb flicking over the pert nipple while the other hand trails down your stomach, dipping into the wet heat of your sex. "So eager, aren't you?" he rasps, fingers delving deeper to stroke your inner walls. "Such a greedy little cunt, desperate for my cock."

He withdraws his hand, bringing it to his mouth to lick your essence from his fingers. The taste only fuels his desire, and he quickly sheds his clothes, revealing his powerful physique. His erection stands proud, thick and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

You slowly turn around, facing him, you reach out tentatively, tracing a finger along the ridged length of his shaft. "It's so big, Simon," you whispered looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Will it fit inside me?"

And then you erupt in laughter, shaking your head "Oh my god, Simon. This is so stupid."

Simon let out a low growl, staring at you "Babe.."

You place your index finger on his lips "Calling you Sir, okay, yeah, I can manage. But asking that question?" You try to catch your breath for a moment, trying to keep the laughter away "Of course it will fit, we've had sex already twice today. And plenty more times in these years we've been married."

Simon brushes your hand away from his face, letting out a low sigh "See what you did?" He nods down to his now half-hard cock "You sure know how to ruin the mood."

You bite your lower lip, to stop another wave of laughter from breaking free. Then you reach down, fingers wrapping around his cock, stoking him slowly.

"Okay okay. I'll be better... Sir," without waiting for an answer, you sink to your knees once more.

With a firm grip on your hair, he guides you closer, the head of his dick brushing against your parted lips.

He thrusts forward, sinking into the warm, wet embrace of your mouth. Simon groans at the exquisite sensation, his hips jerking involuntarily as he buries himself to the hilt between your plump cheeks.

Your eyes flutter shut as Simon's thick length invades your mouth, the salty tang of his precum mingling with your saliva. You relax your throat, allowing him to slide deeper, until his pubic bone rests against your nose.The musky scent of his arousal fills your senses, making your head spin with lust.

You begin to bob your head, taking him in and out of your mouth with increasing enthusiasm. Your tongue swirls around the sensitive underside of his shaft, lapping at the droplets of fluid that leak from the tip.

"Fuck, just like that," he growls, his voice roughened by desire. "Take every inch, you filthy little slut."

His hips start to move in sync with your bobbing head, fucking your face with increasing urgency. The lewd sounds of your encounter fill the room – the slurping of your mouth, the squelching of your saliva, and the rhythmic slap of his balls against your chin.

Just when he thinks he might explode, Simon wrenches himself free from your lips with a harsh tug on your hair. "Enough," 

He grabs your arms and hauls you to your feet, pressing your back against the wall. His hands roam your body possessively, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples until they're stiff peaks.

"You've had your fun, princess," he rasps, his hot breath fanning across your face. "Now it's my turn to play." With a swift motion, he lifts your legs, hooking them over his hips as he notches the swollen head of his cock at your entrance. "Tell me how much you want this,cock inside you. Admit how badly you crave to be filled by me, to have your tight little pussy stretched to its limits by my massive dick."

He teases you with the tip, circling it around your clit before sliding it up and down your slick slit, coating himself in your arousal.

"I'm going to fuck you raw, princess," he warns, his eyes blazing with a ruthless intensity. "I'll pound this cunt until you're screaming my name, until you're nothing but a quivering mess of pleasure and pain."

With that, he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

What Simon was supposed to do, was keep up a ruthless pace without any mercy, an act of a real asshole who thinks just about dominance and himself. You had come up with a safe word for a reason.

But as a second scream erupts from your lips, a scream more of pain than pleasure, his movements still.

Your head snaps to meet his eyes "What... Simon." You mumble. You hadn't used the safe word. So why did he stop?

Simon places a soft kiss on your lips, his movements now as loving and soft as possible.

He might be a rough looking man but with you, he's a soft teddy bear. And even with your approval, he can never be rough with you.

[shhhsecretsideblog]

They had been trying for a baby for a while, when finally she was looking at a positive test. Unfortunately, there was only one time it could have happened. A bit too much to drink, a few confessions that she'd sometimes thought about her husbands best friend in some of her more intimate fantasies, and just like that his little secret had taken root in her belly.

She was excited to be a mom, but can't bring herself to tell her husband she's expecting. Hiding her bump as best she can, not letting herself be intimate with him in case he noticed her beautiful changing body, how firm and heavy her belly had gotten. She has a plan. Give birth in secret where he won't find out, and then claim someone left the baby there. "Probably some teenager or something, can't imagine how she could raise it." Of course, since they're struggling to have one of their own, it's all but a sign. Of course they should take it in.

A perfect little plan for the eager mom to get out of her bad choice concequence free.

At least, it would be, if her waters hadn't broken in the shower, and the contractions were starting to get worse and worse, no matter how she tried to pretend otherwise and act like nothing was happening...

Extramarital Consequences

AN: I just wanted to write a short little rp drabble, but instead it comes out as a full scale 3k word fic. Thanks for the prompt MuchBirth, it was a great concept. Hope you like it. [fpreg, tw: vomit, tw: cheating]

“Are you alright in there, babe?” My husband's voice sounded through the bathroom door and I tried to swallow the groan that was sitting in my throat.

Why now, why today?! I had done so well concealing this pregnancy from everyone, thanks to the cold winter and the abundance of thick oversized jumpers and coats. And for the fact I was carrying a rather modest, if heavy, bump. Said bump had dropped in recent days and I had hoped the baby was merely getting prepared and wouldn’t be coming for another week when Daniel would be away on business. The baby, it seemed, had other ideas.

The contractions had started in the early hours and I laid beside my husband quietly breathing through each pain and praying it was just braxton hicks. But they just kept on coming. Every 40 minutes… every 30 minutes… and when they got down to 20 minutes apart I knew I had to move.

Hiding downstairs in the dark, I paced around our living room and kitchen as the contractions got closer together and more and more intense. Why couldn’t it have been a work day?! Daniel would leave the house early and I could labour and birth this baby in secret just as I’d planned. But it was Saturday and we were scheduled to go to a family event that afternoon. The heavy weight of the baby sitting low in my pelvis confirmed there was little-to-no chance of me making it to that party.

I paced around the downstairs of our town house until the early morning with its first glimpse of a rising sun filtering through the windows. Bracing myself against walls, tables, all manner of furniture, I spent hours swaying my hips through each agonising contraction that struck, praying they would eventually stop but they never did. I heard Daniel get out of bed and jump in the shower and I busied myself doing the dishes when he came downstairs. He looked at me curiously, seeing my sweaty and flushed face and asked if I was coming down with something. I assured him I was fine as he made his morning coffee, but soon had to twist back around to face the sink to hide the grimace on my face as another strong contraction barrelled its way through my womb. My hands gripped the counter in a white knuckle grip and it took everything I had not to whimper from the pain.

After assuring Daniel that I was alright, I disappeared quickly back upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom. I turned on the shower, the tiled room echoing the loud noise of the powerful jets, and allowed myself to groan deeply through the next contraction. They were less than 15 minutes apart and had the ability to steal my breath away. Gripping the sink and panting heavily, my mind began to spiral and panic. How the fuck was I going to keep this from Daniel?! We were struggling to conceive, if his discovered this pregnancy there would be no way I could pass this baby off as his. He would find out I slept with his best friend and my dream of a suburban family life would be destroyed. The baby sank lower in my hips and my knees dipped into a semi-squat from the increase in pressure. We were supposed to go to a party later, with family and friends, and Daniel would be by my side all day. But this baby was coming, soon if the pressure between my legs was any indication.

I stepped into the shower, attempting to ease the pain knifing at my lower back. Cupping my protruding belly I whispered a plea to the baby to stay put a while longer. I loved my pregnant body and was sad not to have shared this experience, to marvel at the incredible changes of pregnancy, with my partner. But there was an alluring excitement in keeping the baby secret - something just known by them and me. I couldn’t wait to meet the life I had been growing.

My thoughts tempted fate and the next contraction was soon upon me and I doubled over in the shower bracing my knees. The pressure between my thighs was building, the steaming hot water doing very little to ease the pain as it crested, my belly turning to stone and pushing everything downward. “Mnghhhhhhh!!” I grunted, involuntary, and almost dropped into a squat as the urgency built. No… baby, not now.

The water at my feet turned a pinkish murky colour and I knew from the release of pressure that my waters had just broken. Fuck.

When the contraction faded and my legs stopped shaking I carefully stepped out of the shower. Okay… my water’s broken but that doesn’t mean I’ve run out of time. I just need to think of a way of getting Daniel out of the house. I could feel the baby shift and kick within my womb, protesting the situation as much as I was, its head pressing eagerly against my cervix. “Hoooo… it’ll be okay little one. I promise— mnnnnhhhh…” Every breath, every word, that slipped past my lips now laced with a pained groan.

“Are you alright in there, babe?” Daniel asked from the other side of our bathroom door. I clamped my mouth shut and swallowed the involuntary noises from escaping.

“Nng— yeah— fine.” I somehow gritted. The weight and pressure pushing down in my pelvis was quickly making me nauseous.

“Are you sure? You weren’t looking too great downstairs.”

Damn him and his caring nature, just move away from the door before I scream! A contraction struck mere minutes after the last and I couldn’t stop the gasp as my belly visibly hardened and contorted inwards. The pressure was mounting, expanding like a balloon about to burst, my pelvis being shoved apart to make space for the large head that was pressing atop my cervix. I couldn’t breathe, the sensations overwhelming my senses, my stomach rolled and my throat gagged. I was going to be sick.

Dropping to my knees, naked on the floor, I hunched over the toilet bowl and promptly vomited the remnants of last night's dinner into the porcelain. My whole torso contracted in on itself in more ways than one and I completely lost all semblance of control. My taut belly, hardened by labour pains, convulsed and I heaved and coughed loudly. The force of throwing up also resulted in my womb squeezing against the bowling ball in my pelvis, bearing down on the already low head and pushing it into the birth canal.

“Oh sweetheart, are you sick?” Daniel asked through the door. “Let me in honey.”

“No, just— give me a minute…” I gruffed, laying my head in the crook of my elbow.

“We don’t have to go today if you’re not well. I can stay here and look after you.”

Hell no, that is the last thing I need. I asked him to get me some water from the kitchen, to buy me some precious time to gather myself. When the sickness passed I hesitantly put a hand between my legs… the baby so low it felt like it was about to fall out at any minute. I had pushed. I didn’t mean to, it was automatic. But still my body had pushed the baby lower towards its exit. Thankfully it was not as low as it felt as I couldn’t feel a head, but I knew it wouldn’t be long. Wrapping myself in a fluffy dressing gown and schooling as neutral a face as I could, I unlocked the door and greeted my husband as he brought me the requested water.

“I don’t think I’m going to go today, I feel like shit.” I said honestly, taking a sip and slowly walking towards our bed, careful not to waddle from the massive head lodged in my pelvis.

“It’s okay babes, we can cancel. I’ll call your parents.” Daniel offered, helping me to sit.

“No—” I said a little too quickly. “You- you can still go. I’ll just take it easy and s-sleep it off…” He looked at me curiously, trying to ascertain just how unwell I was and if I could be left alone. “Really,” I pleaded, “I’ll be fine. Go, have fun.”

“Well, if you’re sure.”

“I am. Really—mmhh…” My hands clenched tight as another contraction was beginning to appear, my fingernails burrowing deep into my palms. “W-why don’t you go e-early… see if they need h-help setting up.” My stomach tensed beneath my fluffy dressing gown and I shifted subtly on the bed as an immeasurable pressure returned with the pain. This baby was not waiting until the afternoon for Daniel to leave for the party, I desperately needed him to go now.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Daniel joked, tucking a frazzled lock of hair behind my ear. “I want to stay and look after you darling, make sure you’re okay.”

“Mnnn… I just need to lie down…” I huffed, trying to keep the strain from my voice. My body was itching to move, to sway and move my hips, to open up for the emerging baby as the contractions worked hard to deliver the child. But I had to fight against the instincts, ignore all the cues in the recess of my brain. Slumping sideways down on the bed, I curled over my contracting belly and arduously moved to lie under the covers. My skin was radiating heat but I couldn’t remove my dressing gown, couldn’t risk exposing a glimpse of my pregnant body. Had to stay covered, had to hide this baby, had to stay sweating beneath the fluffy gown and duvet covers.

Daniel stroked my hair as I curled up and I couldn’t help but scrunch my eyes through the pain barrelling between my hips. Oh baby, wait a bit more… please.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright hun?” Daniel questioned once more and I managed to gruff out an assurance, stating that I’d be fine and just needed to be alone.

Thankfully I felt the bed shift, my husband getting up and leaving the room saying something about calling the family and giving me space to rest. I sighed in relief at the sound of the bedroom door closing.

Lying on my side helped the constant stabbing pain in my lower back but it was doing nothing to prevent the baby from making its way further down. I could feel it pressing against every nerve from the inside, pushing its way through the narrow space. I tried to squeeze my thighs, to clench everything I could to stop its movements but nothing worked. The pressure was constant, sitting heavily and urgently at the apex of my thighs. Rolling forward I buried my face deep in the pillow to muffle the rattled groan that came from the pit of my stomach. The baby was right there, its imminent arrival clear by the agonising pressure consuming me. I tried to fight it, meeting every wave with defiance, but my attempts were failing. I needed to push.

Before I was even aware of what was happening my whole body tensed and bore down with the peak of the contraction. It felt…satisfying, to give in to the urge and push alongside the tensing muscles, to work with my body instead of against it. Gasping a ragged breath, I pushed again, more forcefully this time. It was moving, inching closer towards my folds. Without thinking I grabbed my leg, still wrapped under the layers of clothing and duvet, and I pulled it towards me so my thigh was beside my contracting belly. I had to make more room, I needed to open myself up for the emerging babe. The back of my knee was damp from sweat and I gripped it tight, opening my hip beneath the covers, and gritting my teeth I pushed again.

It was coming, I could feel it! The contraction soon ended and I let my leg fall back against the other, curled up sideways on the bed and panting frantic breaths. A knock on the bedroom door brought me out of my birthing bubble, suddenly remembering Daniel was still in the house. Oh fuck, what if he heard me pushing?!

“Honey..? Can I come in?” His tentative voice asked and opened the door a crack. I groaned, neither an acceptance or refusal, but it was all I could manage.

Daniel stepped in our bedroom softly. “I’ve spoken with your parents and I’m going to head over there early and help them set up. I know you like to be alone when you’re unwell.” I nearly cried with relief.

“But I’ll come back to check on you before the party starts, okay?” Daniel perched on the edge of the bed and brushed his fingers through my sweaty hair. I nodded and exhaled heavily, hoping it looked like I was just fighting nausea and nothing more. “I’ll get you a bucket, just in case.” Daniel said sweetly and disappeared into our en-suite bathroom.

The contractions were right on top of each other now, the baby was sitting right between my legs desperate to get out. The next wave hit when Daniel was out of sight and I panted as quietly as I could. Don’t push… don’t push… don’t push… I thought over and over again. Curled up on my side my legs drifted apart, one leg bent at the knee, the other straight down the length of the bed. The pressure was slowly killing me; the strain of holding everything in, the baby slipping lower, pressing gently against my labia despite my efforts. Fuck I needed to push, but I daren’t. Daniel was still here…. Breathe… don’t push… breathe… don’t push… Even with the mantra my body did not adhere to the instructions. At the end of each measured breath I could feel my muscles bearing down and pushing the baby, its head starting to part my sensitive lips.

Daniel came back into the room and placed a bucket beside the bed, right next to the pillow where my face was half buried. “How you holding up?” He asked affectionately. I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, every ounce of strength going into not actively pushing. Instead I closed my eyes and tilted my face further into the pillow.

In the faint background of my personal hell I could hear my husband slowly pottering around our bedroom as he got himself dressed and ready to leave for the party. Every minute dragged on for hours, as he found his trousers and shirt, muttering to himself, all the while I wanted to scream and howl and push! The baby was parting my folds, its head surely poking out between my thighs. Tears dampened the pillow and I was trembling, trying desperately hard not to push. But even without my participation, the baby was slowly making its way into the world. I nervously lowered one of my hands beneath the heavy covers, feeling between my legs. Oh my gosh… that’s my baby I thought as I felt the slimy surface of the partial sliver of its head. It was moving down, every contraction squeezing it further out of my body. My palm clamped hard over the emerging head… don’t… don’t pushhhhhh… a weak groan rumbled my throat as my body uncontrollably pushed, hard.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Daniel asked.

I was far from okay, I was pushing his best friend's baby into my own palm for fucks sake. In between pushes, I gulped a breath and offered a short and snappy “uh-huh” before my body was forced to bear down once more. My hand remained steadfast in its position between my legs and thankfully the baby didn’t slip out any further. Once the contraction eased I panted a relieved sigh.

“I’m heading out now babes.” Daniel stated aloud. “I’ll be back to check on you later. I love you.”

“Ngghh— love you too—” my rasped voice came from under the covers. I was in too much pain to notice the guilt that twisted in my chest.

I remained frozen in the bed, my ears listening desperately for the sound of the front door to close and his car to start. The roar of the engine, the glorious sound, slipped through the vents in the bedroom window and I sobbed with relief. He was gone!!

Immediately I threw the covers off my sweaty skin and tore myself out the tangled mess of my dressing gown. The baby was partially crowning and my gods I needed to push. Everything hurt, everything ached, I needed to move but there was no strength left in my body to get up. Hooking a leg over the edge of the mattress I rolled off the bed and slipped down to my knees on the luscious carpet.

With my elbows on the mattress and my face buried against the sheets, my knees widened on the floor and my hips sank downwards as I pushed with everything that I had. Burning fiery pressure erupted between my thighs and I growled through the excruciating pain, pushing and pushing and pushing. I couldn’t take it anymore, this baby had to get out. My entire body trembled as the baby stretched me open, but I kept going push after push and with a primal grunt the head finally slipped out. Relief flooded through me as the pressure eased. Panting, desperate for air, I was barely aware of any of my other senses; of the now-damp carpet under my knees, or the sound of the engine returning to our driveway, or the creek of the bedroom door being opened.

“Honey?… I errr… I forgot my phone and then I heard you scream. What’s… what’s going on?” Daniel asked, frozen in shock at the door.

“…um… I erm…” I stuttered, speechless and naked beside the bed, an illegitimate baby hanging between my legs. “I umm…I— I— ohhhh… oh I need to push….!!!” Before I could think of an explanation my body was bearing down once more, birthing my husband’s best friend’s baby right beside our marital bed.

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Dear Kooks, do you have some tips to play D&D alone or some solo RPG? I want to play it so bad, I have a lot of characters sheets ready because I’m so excited, but none of my friends are interested. If you know and could tell me is there some online platform to discover groups to play?

Thanks always!

Hello!

(First of all I need to start posting a bit more about solo rpgs and solo gaming in general cos I gathered some really cool materials and games over last months, so thank You for reminding me of that. Just need some more free time but it's coming, oh it's coming)

I don't have experience playing specifically DnD solo, but I know there are tools for it people recommend. The GeekGamers YouTube channel has TONS (and i say it both as an encouragement and as a warning, because it can be a bit overwhelming) of advice materials, also regarding soloing DnD and solo roleplaying in general. She also wrote a book on solo gaming called Solo Game Master's Guide which if I recall correctly has a chapter on DnD specifically as well. I know people are recommending Mythic Game Master Emulator as a good tool, but I haven't personally tried it yet.

What I can recommend tho is... Ironsworn (check the link, the pdf for the first main game is free). I have been playing it solo recently and I find it very fun and satisfying. It's a system based on Powered by the Apocalypse rules framework, so not that close to DnD rules, but if you are looking for a solo rp with some more rules structure I recommend taking a look at this game because it is designed specifically for solo playing (but it can be co-oped and GMed too). You can alter the world of the game freely (and the author encourages you to do that) or use the rules in existing setting, so you can adjust it to your liking (tho i do encourage you to try the setting offered by the book first, together with its world creation process: 1) it's very cool, 2) you will get a grip of the rules in their natural environment)

I found I need a couple of additional oracle tables aside of the ones the book has, but these you can pick up as you go according to your needs, there is plenty online, and a lot of free ones too. Other than that everything you need you have in the free book.

I also recommend taking a look at some actual play of an Ironsworn game (or other games, you can find some examples of actual solo plays on GeekGamers channel too) to get a bit of an idea how people think about running a solo session and how they build a story on their own, and perhaps taking something away from it for yourself. For Ironsworn specifically I super enjoy and highly recommend The Bad Spot podcast. It has several seasons of Ironsworn: Starforge game (Ironsworn's younger brother set in space, but the rules and the idea of how the game runs are basically the same) but also some loose talks about solo gaming in general.

OTHER THAN THAT: I encourage you to look around and see what the solo gaming scene has to offer. There is so many interesting games (some with more rules structure, but also journaling games, choose your own adventure-like games, solo hacks for existing systems, and more etc etc, a whole new world to discover really), it's worth checking regardless of having a group to play with or not. I will try to get back to posting more actively on these topics, cos there is a lot of stuff I would love to share, so fingers crossed I won't get distracted lol.

Cheers!