#thread rp

[elusiveveil]

Continued from this thread with @flamesque

“Rafayel….that’s a really beautiful name.” She said as she let his name linger around in her mouth. Honestly, that wasn’t the only thing that was beautiful about him. There was so much that she could say right now but couldn’t really find the words. She visibly shivered at his touch. Something so simple as pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand and she was putty, kind of shameless but who was she kidding? Two shots in and she was a mess. Sober she probably would’ve looked back at this and dry heaved while Umbra would scoff and find ways to piss her off.

Speaking of which, Umbra was asleep by now. If she were awake she’d probably be whispering the most filthy things that would make anyone within listening distance wish they didn’t have their hearing at all. She’d be egging her on, trying to provoke her. And even though she’s not here right now, Emah still feels like she’s under her influence. Watching as Rafayel took another drag of his joint, she moved in closer, leaving no space between their bodies, draping one arm over his shoulder while her other hand rested comfortably on his chest. “I’ll make sure to do that. However, there’s another thing I’d like to take a drag of right now.” Tilting her head in the direction of the joint he was holding, she gave him a knowing smile. “If you’re up for that of course.

[liltaventures]

Closed Thread #2

For @justanothermultimuse

A little over three tendays had passed since the Nautiloid had crashed on the beach and in that time Yanis had managed to travel with others for the first time in over ten years. He had found friends and he could say in confidence that if anything happened to them he would kill for them, a sentiment he forgot he could have.

Who would have thought all it took was letting others in to find some semblance of peace? Even with the long journey ahead, Yanis was the happiest he'd been in years.

Of course, there had been a few hiccups along the way. Having his life almost taken by Lae'zel when he had come down with a fever for one, multiple misunderstandings at the Druid grove, there were so many close calls to count. However, one still haunted him. Astarion killing him. The vampire had been skulking around camp one night and attempted to bite Yanis while he slept. Memories of his childhood flooded back to him.

The day the Frostvale Kingdom fell into the hands of the occult. His home, his family, his parents. Everyone and everything he loved was taken by force.

Werewolves and their kin. The undead their charges. Vampires and their spawn.

Together they massacred and turned anyone and everyone in sight. The rogue will never forget what happened that storming night. The way the wind hit his cold wet skin, the way the innocent screamed and cried. All of it, all of it, was ingrained in his mind.

Yanis had almost staked Astarion in response but something had stopped him. At first, he was quick to blame it on the tadpoles, chalking it up to the vile wriggling creature’s influence. But now? Now, he realized that it was more than that. He saw an old friend in Astarion and he knew better than to judge without reason.

And so, he put more of his trust into the vampire only for it to backfire completely.

He offered the man a bite and in turn, the elf drained the half-elf dry, killing him. After being revived Yanis spoke with the other, he’d been angry and upset with what happened. He remembers the way his large fist collided with Astarion’s face, the angry words that left his mouth as he stormed off to take some space from the vampire, from everyone.

Yanis shuddered at the memory and pulled his focus elsewhere. He looked around their campsite and smiled softly. While the Shadowcursed lands were dangerous there was a certain kind of beauty to the atmosphere as well. It was shrouded in mystery and the rogue would have been lying if he said that he wasn’t curious about what was going on.

The group of adventurers had decided to take a day to relax and rest up. Yanis was getting bored of doing nothing and he figured sitting closer to where the others were may help him think of something to do.

With a small grunt, the half-elf got to his feet and made his way over to a small table that he’d set up and took a seat. A soft Golden eye found itself looking at Astarion’s tent and the feeling of loneliness crept over Yanis. He liked the conversations and memories that they had made in their small group of misfits.

Yanis sat there for as long as he could before he felt boredom start to start to sink in. Today was their day off and yet he was dying of boredom. “Ugh…I wish there was something to do.” He grumbled, starting to grow antsy.

[emeraldcityrp]

𝕆 ℤ .

A man with no face.

A man with remarkable power. A showman, a criminal, an egomaniac… a wizard.

As the years have gone on, The Emerald City has become a shell of its former self. “The Wizard” is silent, and yet his estate only grows larger. Villages outside of the city have run into financial despair, and the yellow brick road is in shambles - and while The Wizard’s four witches ( of the North, East, South, and West ) and their corresponding factions have become more vocal, it doesn’t seem like they’re in any rush to fix these issues either - not when more money and influence can be gained.

Are you a citizen of Oz? A criminal under one of the witch’s thumbs? Or perhaps you’re a newcomer, having heard of the grandeur of the Emerald City and hoping to be one of the 1%? Work in the city, outside it’s gates, or in the gritty underbelly that only the cunning few have seen. But keep an eye out. With a disappearing ruler, 4 crime lords now call this place their home and run it how they wish. You don't want to be caught unawares.

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄���ℝ𝕐 : “EMERALD CITY” is an appless literate crime role-play on discord based on the world of Oz. This role-play will be heavily influenced and inspired by many themes from the Wizard of Oz books, while also taking creative liberties to expand upon the world of Oz and build upon it. This RP is a mature RP (21 + ), as it will contain mature themes such as violence, drugs, sex, and the dark world of crime.Our RP discord server can be found HERE.

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ actions and dialogue for forbidden kisses 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ “… that shouldn’t have happened.”

²⁾ holding onto their shoulders/waist for the duration of the kiss, and making no move to separate even after it’s ended

³⁾ “stop telling me that we can’t be together and then pulling shit like this!”

⁴⁾ “[name], i’m sorry.”

⁵⁾ pressing the pads of their fingers into their lips in the aftermath, like they’re either trying to capture the feeling or banish it from memory

⁶⁾ foreheads pressed together as the kiss breaks, eyes guilty but so so full of want

⁷⁾ “this can’t be all there is. a half-dozen kisses every year that we pretend don’t happen and pretentious conversations about ourselves, is that what we’re clinging so hard to? what i’m clinging so hard to?!”

⁸⁾ having begun to trail impassioned kisses down their jaw and neck before the harsh reality kicks back in

⁹⁾ “i shouldn’t have let this happen. it’s not fair on either of us.”

¹⁰⁾ “we sh- “ “no, please. just- just let me have this. just for a minute.”

¹¹⁾ breathing in their scent because they know that this is as close as they’ll get to it for a long, long time

¹²⁾ “why are we doing this to ourselves?”

¹³⁾ using every ounce of strength they have to not lean into the hand cupping their cheek or cradling their head

¹⁴⁾ “that was an accident.” “yeah, you always seem to say that.”

¹⁵⁾ “no matter how cruel it is that you keep giving me hope like this, it’s still never enough to stop me from loving you as much as i do.”

¹⁶⁾ “i don’t want to let go of you.” “and i don’t want to let you.”

¹⁷⁾ feeling tears welling up in their eyes as the hurt and longing burns in their chest

¹⁸⁾ holding the face of their would-be lover tenderly in the palm of their hand, silently apologising for putting them both through this again

¹⁹⁾ “i love y- “ “no, no. please, i can’t. i can’t hear this, not again.”

²⁰⁾ breaking the kiss but still holding them close, hiding their face in the other’s neck to try and recover the moment

²¹⁾ “would now be a bad time to tell you you’re a really good kisser?”

²²⁾ calling them a petname to try and comfort them, but only succeeding in upsetting them more at the reminder of what they can’t have

²³⁾ pushing them away, knowing exactly how cruel it is but favouring it over hurting them both by letting things go further

²⁴⁾ “how do we keep letting this happen?”

²⁵⁾ “this is killing me, [name].”

[melancholicmoonlight]

In the dark afternoon, two horses guided by lanterns trudge off down a snow whipped path, up to a shabby cabin off in the distance. Ice nips at their noses, and in the distance, the sound of howling wolves echoes throughout the mountains.

Jameson tugs his scarf up to cover his face, glancing over at Reid. “Do we have enough firewood for the night?”

[alburnusgecko]

@dr-octayve @mr-rey-of-sunshine @intern-ko

*gecko knocks on the daycare door* hello? Is anyone here? Me and Dr Octayve figured out how to reverse the de-aging gun!

[thethreefaes]

Living on Berk was a dream. Lyra was learning fast from Gothi to be a healer and Altair was finally warming up to being around other dragons again! The two often flying in the evenings together. And Lyra exploring the forests for plants and herbs. She felt alive. Free.

It was only three months later when the dream would shatter. Lyra was working on a garden she’d placed by her hut. Her home! She smiled bright. Altair resting near by when she suddenly raised her head. Scenting the air before hissing. Her eyes sharp and teeth bared. The dragon all but pushing Lyra into the hut.

“Altair? What’s gotten into you? Wh-“ she covered her mouth to stop the panic that bubbled up. Thanking the stars the hut was big enough for both her and Altair to hide inside before they were seen.

Two large men, though smaller than most of those on Berk, approached the village. Dragon hide armor with metal spikes adorned them. One with a sword on his hip and the other with an axe. And hanging from both, iron shackles.

“We request a meeting with the chief of this place.” One of them called out.

@dragonmasterhiccup

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

RP starter

(Info post)

It's cold in Driftveil City; snow dusts the grass and falls lightly through the air as you make your way to the former Plasma safehouse. It's a dramatic old building with an arched entryway and a tower.

An unfamiliar redheaded woman (perhaps one of Anthea and Concordia's IRL friends) opens the door for you. With a bright smile and a cheerful greeting, she ushers you inside and shows you where to hang your coat.

You enter into a large front room decorated with tinsel and fake candles. Tables are set up with craft supplies, and a Chrismas tree glows brightly in one corner of the room. Several humans and Pokémon are milling about already, filling the room with cheerful chatter. An old herdier wags her tail at you from a dog bed in the corner.

To the left is an equally large dining room where the various refreshments promised by the invitation can be found--hot drinks, soup, and various baked goods, as well as space for guests to place any of their own dishes. (And is that a bowl of...plain canned tuna?) To the right is a study where more tables have been set up with various board games and card games. There's also a staircase leading downward, but it's blocked off with a rope and a sign reading "Residents Only." A Unovan zorua sits and observes the room from the top step of the stairs.

[novaxanomaly]

Father-Son Day || Nikolai/Lucifer || Open Starter

Lucifer, the fallen angel, had started living here, and pretending to be human. Even going as far as giving himself a human name, Nikolai. He had children from multiple mothers all over the world and it wasn't uncommon for one of them to walk into his life and demand attention.

Nikolai lifted his head up to look at his child, "How about we spend some time together, hmm?" He asked, tilting his head to the side just a bit. "We don't do that much, huh?"

[dragonslaved]

I think one of the funniest headcanons I ever had for Jon is that yeah I'm a "Jon wears glasses" truther but that's as far as his gran went for his eyesight. Just "eh you can see better that's fine now read" and he just never knew he was colorblind until he became the archivist and thought he'd acquired shrimp vision seeing shrimp colors.

He finds out when he tries to excitedly explain the color purple to Martin and Martin's like babe. I have to tell you something.

[mcflymemes]

PHANTOM THREAD (2017) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

i cannot begin my day with a confrontation.

i feel as if i've been looking for you for a very long time.

you found me.

i wanted time with you. i wanted to have you to myself.

you are a very handsome man.

why are you not married?

i'm certain i was never meant to marry.

you sound so sure about things.

i think you're only acting strong.

maybe you have no taste.

you have the ideal shape.

don't start crying.

i'm not crying. i'm angry.

whatever you do, do it carefully.

kiss me, my girl, before i'm sick.

i want you flat on your back. helpless, tender, open with only me to help.

i think it's the expectations and assumptions of others that causes heartache.

are you a special agent sent here to ruin my evening and possibly my entire life?

why are you so rude to me?

why are you talking to me like this?

yes, this is your house. of course it's your house.

i'm surrounded on all sides!

you brought me here!

when the hell did this happen?

where's your gun?

stop playing this game.

if it's my life that you're describing, it's entirely up to you whether you choose to share it or not.

why don't you just fuck off to back where you came from?

is there something i'm unaware of?

don't you start using that filthy little word.

there's nothing i can say to get your attention aimed back at me, is there?

a house that doesn't change is a dead house.

if you want to have a staring contest with me, you will lose.

is this an ambush?

then i want you strong again.

i don't understand what you're saying. i can't hear your voice.

you might wish you're going to die. you might wish you're going to die, but you're not going to.

i can predict the future, and everything is settled.

i finally understand you.

right now we're here.

i'm getting hungry.

what a model of politeness you two are.

marriage would make me deceitful, and i don't ever want that.

you need to settle down a little.

you certainly won't come out alive.

i'll go right through you and it'll be you who ends up on the floor.

[name] has made my dreams come true.

it's comforting to think the dead are watching over the living.

i don't find that spooky at all.

are you here? are you always here?

i miss you. i think about you all the time.

i hear your voice say my name when i dream and when i wake up, there are tears streaming down my face.

must be quite a challenge to be with him.

sometimes i jump ahead in our life together, and i see a time near the end.

i just miss you. it's as simple as that.

i want to tell you everything.

don't pick a fight with me.

you are not cursed. you are loved by me.

who is this lovely creature making the house smell so nice?

there is an air of quiet death in this house and i do not like the way it smells.

i don't even know what that word means.

it does concern me. it concerns me very much.

i'm not moaning.

it hurts my feelings.

i don't know what i'm doing here.

i'm just waiting around like an idiot for you.

[lilbitofmac]

A.I. Tony is sick of listening to himself…

[liltaventures]

Starter Call!

My inbox is empty and my brain is zoomin! :> So, if you are interested in writing together please interact with this post or DM me! If you have a particular idea that you want to write about please let me know! I would love to hear what you have in mind! <3

I am open to threads, asks, and banter/crack.

[coziidoodles]

Poorly Timed Jokes And Misunderstandings

[cherrygrxves]

open to f | about jordan | muses are out to eat.

"babe, please don't trip on this waitress - she's just being friendly."

[melancholicmoonlight]

It's been a few days of aimlessly searching for the werewolf that bit Jameson, and all they've come across in those few days are the remains of small animals and pawprints in the mud. The gang has given up for the night, and has made a camp in the woods near a babbling stream that Jameson can almost hear over Reids mindless strumming of a banjo, which is out of tune. Harper has already cuddled up in her sleeping bag and is somehow snoring through the thunking of the strings.

Jameson’s sat down on a log across from Reid, watching the fire. He glances over at them and clears his throat a bit. “You’re sure we’ve been going the right way?”