#this beautiful rp is back in business

[drifloonz]

steven/mocha is canon

[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.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) "The Mask Of The Monkey King"

Long time Ago There was a city Called "Edge City", Home Of Great Mystery, Crime, And a Glamorous Life of a party in Night time. It Starts By a Young man who is a Cousin Of Stanley Ipkiss from His Mother side of the family and his name is (Your Muse Name here) and He is a Simple Tailor From the Famous Boutique and lived in the Nice apartment. His Landlord is the Twin Sister of Mrs. Peeman which her name is Mrs. Freeman, Then On The Cold Rainy Night as Everyone Heard That the lovely Daughter of the Powerful tycoon business and The Most beautiful Singer From the City Of Tokyo, Her Name is "Saphira Lorraina Fox" And Everyone told One another that She is the Most Gorgeous Woman That Men will throw themselves beneath her feet But Rumor has it That Saphira Has Broken Off the Engagement with a Troublesome Son of the CEO of the Rooster Corp For Cheating on her with Several other women and Now he was never heard again.. Then Saphira Came to the Boutique to find a great Dresses For tonights performance at Coco bongo.. The club and a casino as well Then Saphira came to pick out and then cousin of Ipkiss began to suggesting to have a beautiful Jessica rabbit dress as she smiles and thanked him for picking out on the dress for the Performance. Then One Night, He was desparate to See Saphira again as his Heart was stolen by Her beauty but then Mrs. freeman told Him that He got Delivery by His Great-great Grandfather From His dad Side of the Family, When he Brought the package in and Opens it, Then he saw "The Monkey king mask" with the Note from his great great Grandfather and the Note said That This Mask was really Sun Wukong trapped By the Jealous Tyrant god name "Sun hai" Brother of The Jade emperor, and the note continue that His great great grandfathers "Great great grandfather" is the Monk who was part of the Journey to the west, However It passed it on to his great great grandson and then to Him. He was Quite Convincing but When he looked at the Mask of the monkey King..as the note said "The Only way that Sun wukong is Back on His Own being..is for someone gives him a true Loves Kiss". He can Imagine Saphira kissing the monkey king but then..he began to try it out..Until he mask Began to Jump and latched on his face and He made a Muffle screaming and then he began to spin around and got covered by clouds..and then he stopped spinning and reveal himself as the Monkey king with his armor and all..and he said with enthusiastic tone….

[thegreatyin]

And thus, with the passing of 24 hours, Caeru's ambition truly comes to an end. Major Nemesis spoilers below the cut- we're talking endgame ambition business here. Mostly on a character RP front.

The Doomed Scientist made quite a few... choice decisions, in the end. Killing Cups once and for all, recording his story as one of grief-

And sparing what little remained of Mr Mirrors, leaving it free to roam Parabola as it sees fit.

Some of them, he can explain. Others, he's still left to feel... discontent.

Cups needed to die. That much was certain from the start. It was a tyrant, as all Masters are, and complicit in the bargaining and eventual destruction of four (potentially five) cities, as all Masters are. It was an obstacle. A murderer. A petty monster that felt no remorse even on its deathbed, and it went out of its way to ruin multiple lives just because it felt owed its own sick and twisted idea of revenge.

It killed his first love. It looked him in the eyes and he knew what it had done and he knew from the start it was going to die.

Perhaps, in the end, it knew too. And yet it still pleaded, and wanted to live, and-

It made a bargain.

A bargain Caeru didn't take.

Not because he didn't want to. Gods, he wanted to. He wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else in the world. To have Greylu back, to give him the gift of life, of love, to show him the wonders of the Neath and the beauty of the correspondence and all of the people Caeru has met and loved and found home with along the way-

But. He couldn't.

Because Cups was a monster. And no matter what, it deserved to die. And he could not, in good conscience, allow it to live.

Even if sparing it meant everything he's ever wanted.

So he's left here, now. With a bloodied traveling coat, and a bloodsoaked knife, and a favor finally fulfilled.

And nothing to live for. No resurrected lover, no charming visits to Helicon, no slow dances in the living room, no memories to rebuild and lives to live and he won't live again-

Nothing. All he has is a coat born of obligation, not to his love, but to people he's never even met. To lives he's never even touched. To a paramour, still alive, with hair of rose-pink, who doesn't even remember her own brother's existence.

Cups didn't die for Caeru's sake. Cups died for the sake of all who wanted it dead. For the revenger's court, and the ghost screaming in his ear, and the reckoning that will not be postponed indefinitely.

And Caeru, who acted as a tool to carry out their wills? Who all but betrayed his own lover, just to satisfy a cause he never knew existed?

All Caeru is left with, is regret. Regret-

-And grief.

[melodiusicons]

Icon commissions available!

Hello, and good evening! I have a vacation coming up next month where I need to raise about $500 before then, so, I figure- what better way to help raise money for my trip than spreading the word of my comms, as I'm getting back into iconing again!

I specialize in making simple 100x100 RP icons. I do not make PSDs or borders, I enjoy making large quantities of RP icons, on some good days of upwards 50+ for a single episode or chapter. I like making enough expressions for threads. Basically, my goal when I make my RP icons is so less on things like borders or their edits as opposed to giving RPers enough expressions so that they can respond to most situations in their RPs.

For example: for my icons of Miku Okazaki from Gal Gohan, I have made over 1220 icons. For Ann Takamaki from Persona 5 I have made 966 icons from the anime (I still need to do the Dark Sun specials) and 137 icons from the manga. For Maggie Lacivi from Ava’s Demon (on request) I made 396 icons. For Cardia Beckford from Code:realize (only iconed episodes 1-6), I made 347 icons. For Milly Ashford from Code Geass I made 377 icons. For Doona Cheon of Sadistic Beauty I have made 945 icons. Basically, when I make icons, I make a lot, and that’s what I’m offering for you if you consider my services!

10 cents per icon, so $10 for 100 for example (I might consider adjusting this number if I make a ton of icons to be slightly lower, but this is unlikely). These icons will be published publicly; if you want this to be private (available only to you) I will up-charge you 5 cents per icon (so $15 for 100)

In order to make the time worth my while, I am currently only accepting commissions where I feel I can at least earn $10, so 100 icons at minimum!

Icons from games such as Genshin Impact, Final Fantasy XIV, etc are on a case-to-case basis. These are more time consuming for me to make as I must find cutscenes on youtube, and make use of both a screenshot extension and a frame-by-frame extension, and as such these icons take much longer for me to make than television or manga/comics. And as I'm trying to get icons done quickly, please understand to take these comms means I will have to take more time than I normally would for other. I will likely accept them, but be aware I will likely request an upcharge per icon due to the extra time taken.

I am willing to icon virtually any source, including that of most “problematic” media or N/$/F/W things like an h-manga or films showing graphic scenes (I’m not stranger to iconing things most dislike just for a FC, so I understand what you want) and even full out dead dove content. I however have a personal right to icon something that does not make me feel comfortable. If you’re going to be ask me to do something extremely sketchy please understand for my own personal comfort and for the sake of reputation I might reject it entirely. We will discuss this on a case-by-case basis, I will likely accept most commissions but I have my personal right to reject business I feel will make me uncomfortable.

I will give you periodic updates on what’s going on, the quality of your icons, etc.

I care greatly for the quality of my icons and your icons as well. When in the process of iconing JJ from YOI I was dissatisfied with the quality of my torrent and halfway through redid the process with a new torrent to ensure my customer had the best quality icons I could make. Even for my personal iconing projects I care about using the best quality possible so that the icons look good. If you want an anime (my specialty) or tv show quality I will look for the absolute best quality, 1080p or better to ensure you have the best quality icons you can have once I’m done cropping and resizing to 100x100.

In addition to the 100x100 icons I keep the original sized expressions as well. So once I take a screenshot and crop and resize, you will still have the original sized icons as well. This is not an upcharge or anything; I always do this. Good for expressions for personal use, I believe.

If your source is an exceptionally long-runner (like HxH, One Piece, or Yu Yu Hakusho) I will not icon the whole thing most likely; somehow I doubt most people are willing to pay for an icon commission that might be hundreds of dollars if you asked me to icon Gon or something. Most likely I will icon a specific arc of your choosing.

I do not icon fanart. If the character is very obscure and there is little official media, then I likely can’t make much. I am only willing to icon official media (such as anime and tv shows), official art, and perhaps doujins that were already being sold for money.

I can now make icons efficiently from youtube videos, so video games and the like provided there’s an LP of decent quality can now be iconed!

I do not do extensive editing, but with manga icons, I try to do very minor cleaning such as removing kanji from the background and and removing speech from speech bubbles. Basically, whatever I can do with Paint’s erase button, but that’s it.

If your source is a youtube series or the like, something I cannot easily torrent and convenient download in order to take screenshots and icons, there is a chance I might upcharge.

Below are examples of icons made from me from various sources, 100x100 and some full size icons! For the sake of length those (the full-sized ones) will go under the cut. I hope to hear from you soon! Please send me an ask or IM (IM preferred) to discuss business, and I will use the IM feature to keep in contact with you!

I hope you’ll consider me, and consider hiring me!

[dreamingroleplayer]

Screaming, squealing, crying and swooning at this story I found online, "Flour Power" by Watchman

I SWEAR it seems to incapsulate everything I love about the kink so obviously I'll show it to you and hope you'll appreciate as much as me (did I ever tell you I'm always open for rp? 👀)

Premise: Who is the secret admirer that's been sending Rebecca love letters? When her friend Edward refuses to spill the beans on what he knows, Rebecca decides it might be time for a bit of friendly persuasion.

Enjoy~✨

It was dark by the time Edward left his office. The air was mild outside, but the town seemed subdued under the streetlights. He walked briskly among crowds of people who were returning home from work. The sign on the door of Groves bakers had been switched over to show ‘Closed’. Only a faint light from the back of the store gave any indication that there might still be someone inside. Edward paused for a moment and then knocked on the door. A few seconds later a figure emerged and ushered him inside.

Rebecca kissed him briefly on the cheek and smiled. “Hi, Ed. I just have a couple of things to put away downstairs and then I’ll be ready. The movie doesn’t start for another forty minutes so there’s no rush.”

Edward followed her behind the counter to the back of the store. A set of narrow stairs led them down to a compact basement area where a large oven dominated one of the walls. There was a work surface lined with empty baking trays and beside that, a small sink and drainer. The place seemed imbued with a cosy warmth. Across the room were a table and two chairs.

“Take a seat if you want,” Rebecca offered.

He sat down and watched as she collected a couple of trays from the oven and stacked them by the sink. There was a whooshing noise as a tap was turned on. Rebecca took a cloth and rubbed down the work surfaces with vigorous strokes. Edward was quite happy to sit and watch her at work, to enjoy the moving shape of her body as she went about her business.

“Is it cold outside?” Rebecca asked him.

“No. It’s actually rather mild.”

She switched off the tap and the silence rendered everything more intimate. “I got this new scarf at the weekend. Perfect for the winter…” She produced a patterned length of silk that was coloured a pale blue. “Don’t you think the fabric feels nice?”

She moved in behind him, stroked his arm gently and wrapped the scarf around one wrist and then the other. The fabric tickled the hairs on his arm. Edward found himself distracted by the contact. He could smell Rebecca’s perfume and instinctively he turned his head towards her.

“What are you doing?” He found his wrists caught between the back of the chair and the fabric of the scarf, as though she were wrapping him up like an exotic parcel.

“Um, nothing…” She leant down and kissed him briefly on the lips. “There.” She pulled the knot she’d made tighter and Edward tensed his arms. “I’ve always fancied having a man at my mercy.”

Rebecca moved back to face him properly. Her saw that her eyes were wide open, watching him greedily.

“This is just like one of those cop movies. Maybe I should be asking you probing questions.”

“What questions?” Edward felt vaguely worried. It couldn’t be about the letters, surely. There was no way she could know the truth about the letters.

“I seem to be getting teased mercilessly these days. I figure it’s someone else’s turn for a change. And right now it looks as though you’re going to be it.”

“Honestly Rebecca, I tease myself more than anyone else. You know it’s just a bit of fun.”

“Well maybe I fancy having a bit of fun too.”

As though she’d worked out every step of this encounter, Rebecca picked a large sack of flour from the floor. She poured a small mound into the cupped palm of her right hand and moved toward Edward. For a moment, as she crouched down, they were looking at each other eye to eye. He couldn’t help delighting in this chance to admire the sleek beauty of her face at close quarters. She leant in closer and smiled.

Rebecca released a sharp gust of breath and a cloud of flour exploded into his face. “Oops…”

He blinked rapidly, took several sharp breaths and shook his head to try and disperse the flour. He felt his nostrils prickle as part of the cloud found its way up his nose. He didn’t want to sneeze, but he couldn’t help himself. His hands were securely bound and he couldn’t even stifle the sound.

“Ahhh…shooo!”

Rebecca laughed. “Oh dear. I’m so sorry Ed, that flour seems to have got everywhere…”

Edward felt his skin reddening. He was acutely uncomfortable. His nose itched like mad. In his head he recalled the earlier image of Rebecca and the shop and the sneeze that had followed; all somehow inextricably linked. Even now, in this strangest of circumstances, he couldn’t help noticing he was feeling a little aroused.

He tried to steer his thoughts back to the matter at hand. “Why did you … why …” but he couldn’t complete the question before another sneeze, this one louder than the last, exploded out of him. “Heckshooo!”

“Poor Ed, you look so uncomfortable. Trust me, I know what it’s like working here. Breathe in too much of that flour and you can find yourself sneezing for hours.”

Edward didn’t have an answer. He sniffed gallantly and then succumbed to another sneeze. “Heck-asssshoo.”

Rebecca smiled. “You know what I’d recommend? You need to clear your sinuses. A good blow ought to do it.” She took out a neatly folded handkerchief from her coat pocket and waved it towards Edward. “Hmm. I’d lend you this, but you don’t seem to have a free hand right now.”

“You could always untie me.”

“Yes, but this is so much more fun. I suppose I might be persuaded to release you. Maybe in exchange for a little bit of information.”

“Inf -” Edward gasped, caught on the brink of another sneeze. “What information?”

“The mystery admirer. I’d like you to tell me who it is.”

“Oh that…” Edward looked wearily at the handkerchief that Rebecca had placed just out of his reach. Each time he sniffed it felt as though the agony in his nose got worse. He wanted to let it all out, his senses felt ready to burst open. It was hard to disguise the exquisite torture he felt and yet at the same time the fact that it was exciting him was becoming patently obvious. He bit his lower lip and prayed Rebecca wouldn’t notice.

“I was just messing,” he pleaded. “I don’t really know anything.”

Rebecca stared coolly at him. “I don’t believe you.”

Edward tried to think of an answer he could give that might persuade Rebecca to untie him, but his mind was blank. The irritation in his nose was incredible and without a free hand to stifle it he felt utterly helpless. The relief when he sneezed again was so intense it almost took his breath away. He had no desire to be the centre of attention, but right now the thought of another sneeze of that same intensity seemed almost too good to contain. He let out a sigh that was part relief and part longing.

“Maybe I got this all wrong. You’re supposed to be in agony, but it looks to me like you’re enjoying yourself.” Rebecca placed a hand on his trousers and ran her fingers back and forth along the pronounced outline of his penis. “I’m sure there’s a name for people who enjoy being teased like this.”

Edward shook his head and then sneezed again. “Huh … hupshooo!”

Rebecca grinned. “No, I don’t think that’s it.”

He drew another laboured breath, aware of a strong desire to sneeze again. The thought alone seemed to fascinate him to the point of distraction.

Rebecca was watching him, her eyes bright with curiosity. “I have a man at my complete mercy only to find he’s enjoying it more than I am. How strange. Maybe instead of interrogating you I should find something more productive to be doing with you.” She stroked his penis again, pushed her hands up higher, feeling under his shirt to his smooth skin and bony frame. “Yes, I reckon that could be much more fun.”

Edward sneezed. He flexed his hands, not quite able to believe he was still tied up, and tried to reach for the handkerchief that lay near his feet. Before he could test the strength of his bonds further, Rebecca climbed on top of him.

“You can clear your sinuses later. Right now there’s something more important I want you to concentrate on.”

She unzipped his trousers and pushed them roughly to the floor. Her coat was off and she was hitching up her skirt.

Edward turned his head away and sneezed again. “Huh-mmmpf!” Alarmingly he noticed his penis give a quick jolt, as though a small spark of pleasure had passed through him. And perhaps it had. He could no longer discern any sense in what was happening, but each sneeze was being released like a miniature orgasm and leaning over him now was the woman he’d fantasised over for months. She was grinning like a cat who’d snared a prize catch.

Rebecca put a finger to his lips and purred: “See if you can stop sneezing for a few seconds and give me your undivided attention…”

He sniffed forlornly and tried to steady his breathing.

Rebecca ran her hands hungrily across his shoulders, dug deep into the skin on his back. The room seemed to have grown warmer, as though someone had switched the oven on. She pushed his penis inside her, watching him the whole time. He could feel her warmth, her wetness, the sense that she might consume him then and there if she could. He was unused to being outmanoeuvred, but any struggle he made just seemed to heighten the sensation as she moved against him. Unlike his business meetings, there was no bluff here.

Edward was so busy trying to reconcile these conflicting emotions that he forgot all about the incessant itch in his nose. Out of nowhere he sneezed again, not once, not twice, but three times in quick succession.

“Hushoooo! Hushooo! Heckshewww!”

His head was buried below her shoulder. “I’m sorry…,” he mumbled.

“That’s okay. It feels kind of interesting when you sneeze. Your penis sort of twitches. Actually you feel very nice.”

She rocked up and down against him, forcing him in deeper and deeper. Her hands stroked his hair and she whispered: “You know what Ed, I’d quite like it if you could sneeze again.”

A part of Edward’s mind considered the request. He wasn’t really conscious of what he could or couldn’t do, but by sniffing in air through his clogged up nose it seemed to make the irritation much more intense. He lost the rhythm of her movement for a moment as his whole body tensed. And then:

“Hahshooo! Chewww! Ahhhshoooo!”

He felt his body spasm, muscles clench and unclench. Rebecca shivered and gave out an audible groan. He was desperate and hungry, no longer able to hold himself back. His breath came in deep gasps. He felt as if he were falling or the room was rearranging itself around him. At the moment of orgasm he cried out in spite of himself. Afterwards Rebecca held him. The motion between them lessened and soon all he could hear was his own heartbeat. Rebecca buried her head against his shoulder and then leant across to kiss him.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”

She moved to untie the scarf from around his wrists and then carefully rearranged her clothes. Almost as an afterthought she retrieved the handkerchief and passed it across to him. He clutched it gratefully, stifling a final sneeze in the process.

Rebecca laughed. “Oops, I think we missed our movie.”

Edward was too dazed to reply. He sniffed and then blew his nose.

"I hope you don’t mind what happened. You see it’s been driving me nuts, all these letters, all this secret admirer stuff. I simply had to know. And I’m so glad I finally found out.”

Absently Edward folded the handkerchief back up. “But I didn’t tell you anything …”

Rebecca hugged him again and then kissed him firmly on the lips. She smiled. “Yes, well perhaps I’ve worked it out for myself.”

Five minutes later Edward found himself standing out on the street, trying to make sense of all that had just happened. And as he walked back home, all he could think about was the love letters he had written and then been too shy to send. He had a whole pile stacked up in a drawer in his bedroom. He wondered who Rebecca’s real secret admirer was. He smiled. After tonight perhaps it didn’t matter

[ladyinbooks]

i love your work so much, and while i wait for updates, i’m curious if you might have fic/book recs? 🥹❤️

Awww, lovely anon thank you! 🤗 RP has (finally) updated, and I am hoping it will be back to writing business as usual now.

In terms of fic recs, sadly I don't have any (I tend to avoid original fic on AO3, as I don't want to accidentally store an idea away that I then think is mine), but if anyone has any recs for my lovely anon, shout out!

For books, I'd wholeheartedly recommend:

Swordspoint (Ellen Kushner) - a beautiful, lyrical, witty, political book, with a M/M main pairing, set in a sort of fantasy 18th century. It's marvellous.

Captive Prince Trilogy (CS Pacat) - M/M fantasy. This trilogy is a little like marmite: you either love it or you hate it. If you haven't already read it, I will say mind the trigger warnings as it does deal with unpleasant themes.

The Song of Achilles (Madeleine Miller) - M/M Greek mythology. I'm sure you've seen this rec'd, as it's one of tumblr's favourite reads. I do love it, and I adore Miller's style of writing, but I am going to add the caveat that I have issues with her Patroclus.

Anything by Terry Pratchett (I'm biased, and I love his books).

The Nightrunner Trilogy (Lynn Flewelling) - M/M fantasty. The first two books are my favourite, and honestly can be read as a stand-alone duology, but the third book was fun too. She has written other books with the same main characters, but honestly I didn't enjoy them as much.

If anyone has any other recs let me know! (I am in desperate need of some new reading material for my holiday.)

[fishcowwrites]

How I Meant No Harm - Chapter One

An Illinoise AU based on (majority of dialogue from) an rp that me @gardenoflilys and @orangesand-lemons-234 have

446 words cross posted on ao3 undercut

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It took Carl and Henry five days to go from their hometown of Decatur to the grand city of New York. Five beautiful, glorious days. They probably could have been faster, but they wanted to see every sight, no matter how small or silly.

“Hey, I should probably call Shelby, you know. See how she’s doing and all.” Carl, in his excitement to talk to his girlfriend, didn’t seem to notice the drop in Henry’s expression. “Yeah, go for it!” Henry feigned excitement, waiting for Carl to turn around before closing his eyes and sighing in defeat. He hadn’t even noticed he was walking until he ran into someone.

“Shit-“ Henry quickly bent down the help pick up the papers that the other man had dropped. “I am so sorry, I should’ve been looking, it’s my fault. Let me-“

“Hey, it’s okay.” Henry stilled as he looked up at the stranger, and then almost fell over again as he locked eyes with the other man. He might have been the most beautiful man Henry had ever seen (beside Carl).

“Are you okay? Seemed like you fell pretty hard.” Handsome and kind.

“Not as hard as I just fell for you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, clamping his hand over his mouth in a futile attempt to shut himself up. Thankfully, the stranger just laughed.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you around before. I think I’d remember seeing a cute guy like you. I’m Douglas.” Douglas extended a hand, which Henry anxiously shook. He just knew he was blushing furiously but tried his best to play it off had he helped Douglas gather his papers.

“Yeah, me and a friend are on a road trip. We’ve always wanted to see the city, so. Oh, I’m Henry.” Douglas smiled as he tucked his papers back inside his bag.

“Well, Henry, it was nice to meet you.” He pulled out a card and handed it to Henry. “If you’re ever in the city again.” And with a wink, Douglas disappeared off to wherever they kept attractive, enigmatic strangers.

Turning the card over in his hand, Henry saw what it was. A business card, with a personal cell on the back. The little shit, Henry thought with a grin. With a start, he realized Carl was probably looking for him. He ran back to where they were with a smile on his face, eager to tell Carl about what had happened. But when he got there, something was wrong. Carl was- was he crying? Something was very wrong, he just knew it. With a growing sense of dread, Henry approached him.

“Carl, what happened?”

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ohboyohboyohboy i have no clue what i'm doing

[florences-rp]

Flo here !

Hello all you lovely people, I'm Flo, 29, She/Her, GMT timezone.

I looking to make some new RP partners on Discord ONLY.

Things about me and the RP.

I typically play the males over females, however given the right plot, inspo and partner I might bring the females out of retirement!

I love to plot and scream over the muses, so even better if you wanna simp over our babies

I'm down for most things when it comes to the RP, so don't feel shy about throwing ideas and thoughts out!

I have basic details of muses, as I prefer being able to throw whatever I want at my guys and gals instead of sticking only to what has been written for them. If we create something amazing, I may create a full bio for that muse just for us.

I have a busy work & personal life, so please don't expect instant replies from me!

I do write NSFW + SFW RPs, but I'm happy to RP your comfortability!

What I am looking for in a partner

You must be 21+ and have your age listed somewhere.

Someone who wants to create some amazing plots and have some fun!

Someone who is laid back, chill and just wants to experience the beauty of writing stories together!

you’re looking for yet another survivor of the rp dark ages, when we were definitely way too young to be writing some of the things we were (2011-2016)

Plots, genres and the delight

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

toxic exes

young parents

arranged marriages

famous x non famous

vampires, werewolves, gods, sirens, witches etc

love affairs

poly

ALL THE ANGST!

fluffy & cute

dark, dirty and dangerous

If you like the look of this and wanna chat, then fire over a message and we can chat <3 You can also find my discord server here which has all my info and the muses x

[streetslost]

kylie's end of summer through beginning of fall update!

hello to all my beautiful, lovely, incredible followers! i'm just throwing out a little mini update. why? for a few reasons. one, i want to write out the chaos because it helps me personally wrap my head around things. two, i'm going to appear absolutely dead ( or at least more dead ) most likely for a while and just wanna give the heads up because i'll probably seem like a terrible rp partner :')

the rest of august is going to be mighty busy at work. and then as soon as this deadline is up, we're immediately turning to work on the one for december. it'll be a smidge calmer for a bit in september - beginning of october, but there's... a lot of crazy things happening so i say this loosely. basically i anticipate work to be draining and chaotic until beginning of december.

next week soccer season starts back up. i am on four soccer teams. then i am also on flag football and a tennis team. so if work doesn't drain me, the fact that i'll have a sport 5 - 6 days a week through october is going to lol.

90% of the time, i will be logged in on cat ( @streetslost ) on mobile. so my other blogs might only get my checking in briefly in the evenings to ensure i get any replies drafted. this isn't me saying you have to follow cat to get any engagement from me, but just know i'll probably be posting mostly from her or sending memes and things when i do exist around tumblr.

i will, of course, do my best to write and engage when i am able to be around, but work and sports are notorious for keeping me out late and then i'm just in eat and go to bed mode when i'm home. so when i get things done, it'll probably just be quietly writing and queueing things before i crash in the evenings.

anyways, that's my quick update ramble! reblogging to all my blogs so sorry to friendos that follow all four of them lol

[chounaifu]

I’m really glad that those asks I sent out are being well-received. There’s still a few more that I need to write up, but, I’m pacing myself. :’)

Thoughts about my own current state beneath the cut, since my therapist always encourages me to open up to the people in my space. Some of it can be potentially triggering, so, please do not open if the discussion of trauma, stalking and abuse is harmful to you:

I’ve been vocal about the horrifying, traumatic stuff that caused me to leave the RPC in 2017, to a few of you before. Without going into deep detail, between the years of 2017-2021, I was trapped in an extremely, extremely abusive relationship with a member of the RPC who is no longer here, thank fuck. Because of my poor coping skills and extremely fragile mental health at the time, he managed to keep me in a social isolation until I finally left him in 2021. And I mean true social isolation; I wasn’t allowed to talk to anybody but him. (I literally had to lie and pretend like I was having internet troubles if I even wanted to open up another chat box on Discord to talk to somebody, because he would literally point out the amount of minutes it took for me to respond to him.) He tracked my location in real time with GPS. He controlled what I ate when we spent time together irl. He forced me to quit one of my jobs before, because he wasn’t pleased with how busy I was. Any free time I had, had to be given to him. I had no identity, no autonomy, no sense of self.

Since I left him in 2021, I’ve been in a long process of learning how to be a human being again, how to exist around multiple people, and how to monitor my energy levels. It’s been hard, and, there’s a lot of times where I have to learn that I am adapting to an entirely new way of life. I used to be able to write a lot of thread replies, ask replies, and drabbles in a short period of time, but, my brain just does not do that anymore. And it makes me sad, but, I know that my RP partners understand my situation.

I cannot emphasis how much going from *one* person to— well, a lot of good friends has been good for me, but also a difficult experience in itself, because I’m still fighting with my own hypersensitivity and paranoia.

Choosing to come back here was one of the scariest decisions I have ever made. And, even though I don’t vocalize it, I actively fight trauma responses every single time I open Tumblr— not because anybody is doing anything to me, but because the experience I went through was so deep.

That’s why I’ve been trying to take a minute to sit down, and send some nice words to everybody. You never know what somebody is going through. *Nobody* knew what I was going through, because I hid it so well— because I was forced to. We’re all human beings, on this rock, and we all chose to sit here and write, whether because it is a coping mechanism, something we’re passionate about, or because it’s simply fun. And I think that’s really, really beautiful.

I don’t think I’m ever going to be the same, energetic Rex that I once was. And I wish I could be. But that is okay.

So, for the people who welcomed me back, and remembered me: thank you for accepting my return, and accepting my apology.

And for the people who didn’t know me, who have become my friend lately: thank you for giving me a chance.

I’ve lost a lot of people, both friends and family, in the past decade or so. Nobody can fill those gaps, but, you guys make me feel a lot less lonely. Believe it or not, I don’t have many friends irl, and I really don’t know what I would be doing with myself right now if I hadn’t chosen to come back to Tumblr.

I wish there was more I could do to help uplift everybody who has been having a difficult time lately, I really, really do. But, at the end of the day, I cannot; what I can do, is point out that there’s at least *one* person out there who wants to see the best happen for you.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I just want to be a good person, despite of the horrible things I was called by my abuser, and I hope I am doing that.

[joprompts]

the great gatsby (2023 musical) starters. part two. *starters from the musical. slightly edited for rp purposes. adjust as necessary.

better hold tight or i might fly away.

do you know what i did when my baby was born? when i found out that she was a she? i prayed that my beautiful child would be the fool that i could never be.

if that's the plan, you can count me out.

only four hours left and there's too much to do. i don't know what to wear, what to say, how to stand when i'm standing inside the foyer!

can justice be done? what a joke!

soon, we'll share in what i've done.

when the party's over, can you find another party somewhere?

we live for today.

one way road, is that what this is? have i traveled down it from a very early age?

it's tea, it's only tea! no need for such commotion!

today is never over if the party never stops.

god sees everything, but is slow on his commands.

i wonder what [she'd/he'd/they'd] do, if i walked through.

what if i turn into her?

she should know that i mean business, but i also mean causal, with teeny tiny sandwiches!

i'm sure you're the second-best she's ever had!

with only a nickel to my name, i've but it all to get in the game.

even for you, that was a scandal for the ages.

it took no time to love her, just to be worthy of her.

this could turn for me and i can guarantee when all this is done i'll be forever in your debt.

i wouldn't trust myself.

i kissed her and knew i'd ever stray, but then the world got in the way.

can you see through the mist? look out this way. can you see the green light, just across the bay? sometimes, it's blinking, sometimes it's warning, blinking it's message to me until morning. it's a lighthouse.

none of this was made to last.

i will be a rich man's wife with a rich man's baby and be set for life.

will she see i've made my world in the image of her dreams? the closer that i get, the farther that she seems!

i've become the man her world demanded me to be.

they want me to come in while the killer roams free.

better listen to that man. people say he takes the world seriously.

can you believe we now have a child?

she never loved you and she never will.

i built the perfect place to stay locked away.

we pay off the cops.

there must be some justice! someone has to pay!

how's the view from up there?

i spoke those words to gain security. it was maybe a mistake and the only choice to make.

i think you two are birds of a feather. i must find ways to fling you together. lock you both up in a closet for tea, charter a boat, push you right out to sea!

i've always known what i was fighting for.

to have and to hold. til death do us part.

only we know what we're going through. if i save you, will you save me too?

i'm gonna walk into the ocean!

we had to give up all the parties and drinking.

the party's roaring on.

marriage is more than vows and devotion. it is a ferris wheel of emotion. lifting you up, right after you fall. marriage is not what you picture at all.

i'm not going anywhere.

but now, today i see an open door at last that could lead me to a future i gave up in the past.

she eats and sleep and it is utterly wild!

i'm paralyzed with happiness.

i built a home beyond my childhood dreams.

breathe, i can't breath! can't hold it together! i try to inhale and my head starts to swim.

when i saw him walking down the aisle, he actually looked cute.

i've come so far for her.

if we don't go now, we might never know what this could be! who we really are!

i'm smart enough to know i'd lose everything if i ever strayed.

and boy, was i a sucker.

we'll be living back in time, just as it was before. only now she will have everything and more.

i've always liked swinging at little white balls.

it's time for tea!

can we stop for a moment and just look around. look at us all and the joy we have found.

i can't run away.

at the end of the night, i'm going home with him.

can you see through the mist, across the bay?

i let him put a ring on me.

but don't you think that every newlywed believes their marriage will endure and that somehow will escape their fate? is that every wedding's curse?

everyone can stop tip-toeing.

money can't buy happiness, no sir, but it brings you closer.

am i chasing a dream?

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Danny Phantom: the Ultimate enemy in: "Beauty And The Phantom"

Long time ago, Saphira and Her Family was Moving into a City called "Amity Park" and the Reason Why you asked, Is Because Her family is protecting their reputation after Saphira's Ex-fiancé name "Daniel Jamerson Rooster" made a Horrible Scandal by having an affair with a Secretary after she caught them making love to one another in Her Fathers Office. The News was Spreading Like Wildfires and The Rooster family apologize For Daniels Horrible actions after Saphira Called-off the wedding Because of His Unfaithfulness..She told Daniel that she hope he's proud of himself, Tarnishing His families Name and Almost Ruined the good Name of Saphira's family Buisness name as well..Roosters family begged Mercy on Saphira to set things straight..by Sending Daniel to a Brutal gentleman School In Germany where he can be Re-Educated to become a decent gentlemen because They knew He Couldn't Settle With "ONE" Good Woman…So Saphira accepted and reconsider partnership of her fathers Buisness..But after that She was never heard from Daniel Rooster again…So They made it to a Nice City and Town to settled in..They Brought a Nice big manor Near the forest…Saphira's father Told Her that She has to be Disguised as a 14 year old White haired, and Blue eyes Human Girl and transfer her to Casper High school, So Saphira nodded and accepted…Then Her father again Told her that He has a Meeting with his good Buisness Partner name "Vlad Masters", He knew him Since College and helps him out making business expands. Next Day, It was Saphira's First Day of Highschool And Everyone In Whole School was Suprised and amazed about her..Some has a huge crush on her, Some Wanted To make friends with her..and Most of Them wanted to ask her out For a date..But Saphira Made Friends with Danny, Sam, Tucker, and even Valerie..During the School days, The Teachers is amazed how Intellegent saphira is, Solving problem and Create some Unique as well.. But One Fateful day There was a Test called the "C.A.T", Saphira became a First one to take a test..And Secretly She passed it on the Flying Colors Since she Studied So Well at school. However After she passed the "C.A.T" Test everyone Didn't know about her passing the test…So the School Principle Told Saphira that she has a 2 weeks off so that everyone else is taking test just to make sure no one gets Jealous of her intelligence..until One Day, She heard about the Explosion of the Nasty burger and saw Danny in the paper as a Sole Survivor.. Then Saphira Began to Visit her fathers Buisness partner "Vlad" At His Manor..She went in and Then Mr. Masters Said to saph,

Vlad: "Saphira! Finally to meet you My dear, Your father Told me all about you and your forms as well"

Saph: "It is an Honor to meet you Mr. Masters,,Notice danny being strapped and asleep What are you doing with him?"

Vlad: "Well.. I have to remove His ghost..No More Human emotions..To Bring this burden to Drag him down"

When saphira sees his ghost..and her eyes widen and she said,

Saph: "NO! Are you Insane!? His Ghost is unstable, If you pull his ghost out He'll go Feral and pull your ghost out as well.."

Vlad: " I have to..Otherwise, He'll hurt himself.."

Then Saph turns to See danny and she sighs,

Saph: "Very well…but I must Warned you, If you pulled his ghost out…It'll be a Dire Consequenses.. good luck Mr. Masters.."

She Left at the manor.. Summons her ghost alicorn Name "Casper" with her Golden Bridle..She Began to Wear a White Cloak and hood.. Then She got on and rides off…Then 50 miles Later, She Heard Danny's Ghost screams..With a Panic, Saphira's Ghost alicorn began to ride faster like a Shooting star and the explosion was heard as well…Saphira Rides faster and faster…as she called Valerie and Told her To watch Over dannys home and said one last thing before saphira Vanish to the Swamps, "Valerie ..Listen to me carefully ..Within 10 years, I'll be Back and Make Sure Dannys home is safe ok?" When Valerie agrees..Then Saphira began to Vanished into the Swamps..making sure That This New Phantom Doesn't follows her…Then 10 years has passed, Saphira has return To Amity Park and she sees Half of the city was destroyed But She Spotted a Ghost Shield Dome..Little Does Saphira Know that She's been Watched By Fright knight, When he Spotted saphira Riding her Ghost Alicorn to the Dome..he Vanished to Report To his "New Master"..As Saphira was at the Edge of the ghost shield..Casper returned inside of the Golden Bridle and Saphira went through the Ghost shield and headed Down the street, It was night Time and saphira Spotted Dannys home…The Fentons home..She approached The House of fenton that Once lived..Saphira Began to Knocking on the Door and Said, "Valerie, Valerie are you in here?" When the Door is Open and Valerie who is all Grown up Now..She as Suprised to See saphira Still young and beautiful… She let her in and have a Conservation, Saphira Asked What happen To the City..Valerie Told Her that This New Phantom Destroying the Area..and What She said next..Made Saphira's Spine shivers..She told Saphira that This Phantom Is Looking For her after Saphira's Disappearance, And Now Saphira realized If That Phantom Finds out that She has return and He'll Search for her and Finds a way to Destroy the ghost shield One way or Another. Then The Next Day, Saphira Wore a Lovely Celestial Cloak and her fox ears twitched..until..She hears The Ghostly Wail as the earth Shook.. She went pale like a ghost when the Ghost Shields Exploded and everything is down…Everyone started to panic and head to the saferoom, Valerie went inside and then saphira hears the ghostly wail..as she summons her Ghost Alicorn with her golden bridle..She rides off..fleeing to try to hide From the Phantom..She began to try to hide until..She hears The Voice, all dark and Seductive Speaking right behind her and he said.

[a-pretty-damn-good-narrator]

(Howdy, Me Again :D)

(Just An RP Prompt, Might As Well Use One Of Max's Siblings In A RP For Once)

(Remember, You Can Always Come Back Later To This, No Pressure, Take As Long As You Want, Need Or Like)

(Also, I Hope You Have A Great Day/Night And Are Somewhere Comfy And Safe)

*The sea was calm, with no storm clouds in sight. The sun was setting beyond the horizon, turning the sky into a beautiful hue of orange. The lowly town's residents roamed the streets, with the deck and harbor for the ships near the coast seeming busy with business. A particular ship stood out, though, one that was approaching.*

I... Wish I didn't pay that much attention to it. I was a pirate myself, maybe not a great one, bit a useful person to have. I couldn't fight for anything but any chore was a cake walk with a light breeze. Cleaning was my specialty. I admit causing the blood to be there first would be nice but I can't be bothered learning

My captain simply snarked at it saying "We'll get that ship soon. Not tonight though" as he snarked himself away... I was starting to wish I was not a pirate at that point. I simply got the rest of the supplies he told me to get before waking back to the ship

[ask-frater-imperator]

//Couple things-

1. Hiii!! I'm not dead, just extremely busy

2. Due to that, I'll be updating at random when I have the time instead of every day or hour to hour like normal.

3. I'm working more on my 2 other rp blogs to hopefully get them running how I planned by now

4. Chappell Roan at the VMAs was beautiful, and I think she was right to yell at the guy who harassed her and possibly someone else

I only say this bc I've seen her get sm hate, but like- imagine if you were on the red carpet for the first time and paparazzi (glorified stalkers) was yelling at you to pose sp they could get pictures for themselves or to post

I think I would yell back, too.

5. Pls continue to send me asks and the most random things, I will try my best to update when I can

-JK <3333

[da2supremacy]

You mentioned DA roleplaying and I have to ask, how is that done? Do you use your characters from games? Make up a less important oc? Self insert?

So back in the day I was on three different invionsfree forums that were more or less ran and populated by the same core of people. A couple people were on one that weren't on another but the main players were all present on each one. Honestly, I might still follow some of them on my main tumblr but it's been so many years and so many url changes that I do not know who any of them are anymore lmao. Shout out it's Dylvon here, ya'll.

Anyway the subject of the RP changed based on the forum. Picking up a canon character or Warden Origin was done with an application. It was generally first come first serve. To play an OC you just made the character and ran with it. The beauty of forums meant that many threads could be going on at once and simply placed in a time line. This could all be meticulously organized so it really ended up feeling like you were one of many moving pieces in a puzzle. You could have NPCs that weren't yet in the story actually playing out what we knew them to be doing at the time of XYZ event in the game. Like on Reckoning while the Warden group was in Redcliff we were playing out Uldred's rebellion in a thread called, so very cleverly, "Breaking Circle". The three forums were as follows.

Reckoning: A re imagining of Origins with every origin surviving and every character from the franchise somehow in Ferelden to stop the blight. It was a mix of OCs and canon characters. I played Neria Surana. There was also a Solona Amell. We split the origin between us. Neria was the one that ratted Jowan out to my boy Irving. Solona was the one that actually liked Jowan. I believe we had Solona go to Ostagar with Wynne while Neria was excused from her business with Jowan bc the timeline shifted it closer to Uldred's nonsense. I was around for the start of this one and while Tabris is and shall always be my main Warden Surana is close to my heart simply bc I enjoyed being *this* Surana. Somnium: An Au. I went to college around the time this one was starting so I actually don't remember it's premise very well. It had something to do with the fade. I was Lyna Mahariel for all of probably four posts.

I forgot what we called the forum for DA2, but it was a standard playthrough of DA2 + some OCs. I played an OC named Elain who was the inspiration for the Inquisitor that was the liveblog at the beginning to this blog . A dalish elf who was taken away from her clan by a group of handsome apostates who she quickly realized would be the death of her. Admittedly, I do not think Elain was my best work in retrospect. Inquisition improved what was a poor character to begin with. A lot of contrived paper thin justifications for why she shared my opinions about various things that by all means she should not have shared. I was also in the middle of my Conservative Deprogramming so the takes were not hot. I was the designated "unpleasant character enjoyer" and therefore the only one that could play Petrice and Marethari straight. I understand Petrice. She is abhorrent but I understand her. Defending Marethari as a fool but maybe not the devil incarnate prepared me for being a Solas enjoyer.

If I were to make one now the premise I'd probably go with is "Inquisition agents doing the war table missions" with the honored Canon character positions being Sutherland and his posse, any named Inquisition agent in a war table briefing and any given member of The Chargers. Special mentions for Rylen, Charter and whoever the hell ran the base you can take in the other Orlesian map.

As for how people RP DA NOW?

Fuck if I know man. This was all happening in 2011. I've been out of the creating things part of the fandom for years. If anyone still RPs in DA give me a call and the low down.