#toxic x toxic rp

[pizzaplane770]

THE DISCORD IS WILDING

[machinafulmen]

I can't help but make it 'bout me Oh, when you and I are together Now I'm brushing off the blood on my teeth And I'm hoping that I'm getting better

[ahollowgrave]

-- a postcard for an old friend.

Dearest Lamb in Wolf's Fur, Do you know how often I think of you? It is painful. Like a bruise I cannot help to poke, to press upon with the same fingers that entwined with yours, if only for the brief glimpse of you. That’s why I am here, though it is a long and dangerous trek. Do you remember when we sat here, in the ruins of your fallen city, the snow falling soft and slow?  Do you come here too? Do you think of me? If I leave you a kiss, will you blow one into the wind for me? Always a Little Yours, Odette

P.S. Forgive me for only sending one kiss. Please share it with Lupercal so that he thinks of me!

Sometimes a girl needs a brief but incredibly intense fling that takes place over the course of a Garlemald winter.

[princess-lvcifer]

plan B

eurovarg • +1K • angst • tw: dd:dne

summary: He wanted to believe that their relationship was true love, why else could such different people end up together? Sometimes he didn't like him, sometimes he couldn't stand him, but he always loved him.

In the beginning loving him was as easy as breathing, but in the end loving him was just a matter of crying. Varg tore out his heart and handed it to him, but Øystein slapped it to the ground and stomped on it. The guitarist loved him less and less every day, while he loved him more and more. His love was unconditional, almost irrational — Øystein's was temporary, ephemeral.

There came a time when Øystein told him that if they stayed together they would "be like an unhappy married couple", confirming that he didn't love him any more. Varg exhausted his patience in many ways, plus he was simply trying to fill the gap that Pelle left. He loved him, but never as much as he loved the former lead singer of his band. This he didn't explicitly confess, not wanting to hurt him unnecessarily or cause him more insecurities, but it was obvious to the bassist knowing that he had an affair with the Swede before him and from the way he talked about him. He wondered how he could love Pelle so much, a suicide boy he had to take care of and who didn't even speak his own language, while he was easier to love because he was less complicated. What he didn't know, or perhaps didn't want to accept, was that he was equally or even more complicated than the ex of his ex.

Øystein told him to remain friends. Although no longer as a boyfriend, he was still fond of him, and being part of the inner circle it was inevitable to keep in touch with him, to be polite, but Varg was always very extreme — if he wasn't his everything, he would be nothing. He knew that if they remained friends, no matter how hard he tried, his love for him would never expire. If the guitarist no longer wanted to be his boyfriend and the bassist no longer wanted him to be his friend, the only option was to be his enemy.

The atmosphere in the inner circle became tense after the break-up. Despite not knowing that they weren't only friends but also boyfriends, the estrangement between the two was obvious. They put it down to rivalry, debts and differences — which was partly true. When they were all together Øystein didn't even look at him, and Varg tried to deceive himself by saying to himself "out of sight out of mind", that if Øystein didn't look at him it was because he was afraid of still having feelings for him and that he was ashamed of having left him, right? Well, no.

They were so different in some ways, and so alike in others... He wanted to believe that their relationship was true love, why else could such different people end up together? Sometimes he didn't like him, sometimes he couldn't stand him, but he always loved him. For him he brought out the best in himself, but also the worst. Øystein made his life better but then worse.

He supposed he felt more powerful than ever to tear a man apart like that — without even touching him, just with words. He himself thought he was an exemplary inspiration, worthy of following and admiration, but all he did was disappoint. He hated him because ever since he broke his heart he found him despicable as well as disgusting. Yet unfortunately he couldn't stop loving him. It was so irrational and it all just made him sick. He had so much love and so much hate inside him that sometimes they were mixed together, but deep down hate is another kind of love.

He would like to say that Øystein didn't know him but he did, yes he did. He gave him his soul and his body, he gave him everything. No one knew him like he did, with whom he opened up in many ways (too many). There were things he only dared to tell him, and he regretted it. He didn't want to be perceived as weak, especially by the guitarist. Nor did he want his secrets aired. He was afraid of what might be said about him behind his back, of being laughed at maliciously and of turning everyone against him after he had done everything to make a place for himself in the circle.

He missed him even though they were sitting at the same table, so close and yet so far away. At his most desperate and insecure moment, he tried to cheer himself up by remembering how he offered to stay friends after the break-up, thinking that meant he hadn't done anything really wrong and that he wasn't the problem, so he tried to convince his ex to come back. That upset the guitarist, who wasn't as delicate with his words and tone as when he dumped him. That broke the bassist's heart even more and made him mad as hell.

If Øystein treated him well, he would treat him even better — but if Øystein treated him badly, then he was going to remind him who the fuck he was. Letting the love you felt for a person go out when you promised to be in their future seemed to him as bad as murder, and he felt he had a right to take revenge by repaying the pain he caused. If his words didn't affect him, he would have to hurt him in another, more effective way. Varg went from wanting to hug him to wanting to stab him, in all his moles he wanted to kiss him but they became marks where to stab him. He wasn't a Christian, but he wanted Helvete's owner to end up in hell, becoming ashes like the church they burned.

The guitarist once told him that he would love him "until he died", so he decided to kill him when he stopped doing that. Since he had left him he felt dead in life, so he thought that killing him was the most effective way to make him feel what he felt. Besides, he didn't want anyone else to have him, but killing every living being was impossible, so there was no other option but to kill him and solve the problem at its root. But doing so wouldn't only prevent him from falling in love with someone else (if he could forget Pelle once and for all) but would also finally occupy his position, as a regent king. That circle was too small, one of them had to go, and Varg wasn't prepared to do that. To make matters worse, a rumour reached him that Øystein was planning to kill him and make a snuff film, which horrified him in many ways.

The only thing that went right for Varg was the murder, but he was quickly caught. He was judged and imprisoned, but he thought his only sin was that he loved him too much. He thought he did everything the best he could, and that in the most important things he did everything perfectly because Øystein never lacked love, he had plenty of it. He told himself that losing someone who doesn't value you and doesn't make an effort for you is not losing, it's winning. He also said that whether it was real or not, he no longer needed his love, and that there was no longer any respect or affection left in him for the guitarist, he no longer had any power over him.

He didn't even fool himself.

Øystein didn't remember him even when they were together, but it seemed that Varg would always remember him even though he had succeeded in fulfilling his plan B. It was a shameful chapter in his life but he thought about him always, night and day. They say everything passes, but apparently not for him. He knew not to look back, ever. He tried not to think about the things he could never forget so he could get over them faster, but the hardest time was when he tried to sleep, facing his thoughts.

When he was trying to sleep tossing and turning in bed, suddenly he was in his flat in Bergen with him, the two of them alone playing chess, he would always remember it as if it was yesterday. He was waiting for the guitarist to move a piece, and suddenly Øystein said smiling while looking at the board, with his cheek pressed into his fist like his elbow on the table: "It makes me happy to have you". He would never forget how his heart skipped a beat when he heard that and how his blood rushed to his cheeks. But suddenly he was back in his prison cell, filling the sheets with salty tears. That pain was proof that his love was still there, and it made him desperate.

But no matter the memories, the envy and the jealousy... Doubt was what killed him the most. He had too many questions and no answers. He wondered if he really intended to kill him and why, if Øystein really loved him at some point, if he considered him better than Pelle in some aspects, what Pelle had that he didn't... To the latter question he told himself that probably nothing, and that it was simply unfortunate that Øystein couldn't choose who he fell in love with, just like him. Deep down, even if he hated it, if Øystein loved Pelle as much as Varg loved him, he understood why the guitarist didn't love him as much.

As usual he was lying in his bed crying in a ball, when a sudden drop in temperature caught his attention. Being in Norway it was normal to be cold, but the suddenness caught his attention and made him feel strange. To make matters worse, he caught a whiff of iron and burning, and it made him think that maybe the prison heating system was malfunctioning. But what caught his attention most was hearing an all-too-familiar voice.

"I'm grateful to you, I missed Pelle."

Instantly he opened his eyes like vinyl records and looked around his darkened room. That had to have been his imagination, just like the two silhouettes he thought he saw, a silhouette as familiar as the voice he heard next to a taller silhouette. With his heart in his throat he stood up quickly and reached out to turn on the light, fearful of what he might see but still willing to take the risk. No one was there, but he swore he heard whispered laughter as he scanned up and down his now artificially lit room.

A/N: Sorry if something was weird expressed, English isn't my first language. 🇪🇸 Crossposted on my AO3.

[sharpsuite]

man i'm such a sucker for enemies or rivals having to dance. or even a couple but they're mad / on opposites sides. such a sucker for it.

[blcssom]

open to: f/m/nb ft. aiden perry (he/him) plot: they were childhood sweethearts who got separated by whatever reason and while they've moved on with someone knew, he's still determined to prove that no one's better for them than he is: by any means possible

he's not surprised they've found their way past the main gate of his estate: after all, aiden had planned the lavish party they wandered into for them and them alone. he allowed them to make the rounds, ogling at the various entertainment he'd secured for his soiree, waiting until their date had excused themselves to get refreshments before he made his presence known. "they're your favorite, aren't they?" he met their confused gaze with a small smile, gesturing to the flowers. "d'you like them?"

[tameradioimpala]

Looking to do a fun, rapid fire text rp (meaning in the form of people texting back and forth, not paragraphs). Although I’m requesting a “text” form of rp, i also request that there be detail and enough for me to reply to. No one word responses (unless the rp calls for it) and preferably mxm!

The idea I have for this rp is extremely vague and I’d like for it to just build as time goes on.

I’d like for this to be centered around exes. Maybes exes who are on good/bad terms, they talk/haven’t spoken in years, etc! Maybe one ex is married or another is single ! The possibilities are endless and I’d love to brainstorm this with someone! I do prefer mxm pairings but I’m willing to do another gender if the plot is appealing !

Plz be preferably 21+ when interacting with the post or dms :)

[darkdoverpseeker]

(18+)

hey there! I'm looking for fandomless, ocxoc plots with potentially dead dove themes. 🕊

literate, multi-para, 3+ paragraphs on average!

mostly looking for mxm and fxf pairings, open to mxf on occasion.

I play in modern settings, leaning towards urban fantasy and slice of life.

🕊 elements would be ;

• toxic/dysfunctional dynamics (≠ abuse)

• obsessive love/"yandere"

• codependency/trauma bonding

• stalking

• violent revenge

• manipulation

• blackmail

• petty/organized crime (≠ mafia)

• bdsm

• traumatic backstories

• mental illness (including lesser known/more stigmatized ones)

• mild whump

nsfw and kink friendly, open to fade to black or a 90:10 story-to-smut ratio ; I usually play switches in both contexts, though I enjoy playing doms/tops or subs/bottoms as well.

I'm patient when it comes to replies as I'm pretty slow myself, though you can expect at least a few per day!

if you're interested, give this a like and I'll reach out with my plot ideas + my discord handle. 🤍

like if interested!

[whereismyfoot]

Lawrence, I fear you may have made the situation worse. What you guys need is space, and breaking up just means that you are trying to take the easy way out. As mad as he is, you need him and he needs you. You betrayed his trust, and obviously he's mad and upset. But he's been there for you, and you have been there for him. He's angry, but he loves you. He loves Diana. Call me heartless, but this isn't just about how it'll make you feel, it's about how this will affect everyone's lives, and that includes Diana. I want to help you guys, I'm trying my best. I love you both because you survived. You survived the scariest thing. You need to fix this, for your sake and Adam's.

(Forgive me if words are misspelled, that last ask has me laughing and I'm crying from this breakup)

I can't. I just can't. I'm sorry. I can't do this. I have to fulfill John's wish. It's what he would've wanted. I have to put my life over feelings.

[valyrra]

[peachiiskiess-2]

𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘞𝘐𝘗 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘜.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘤 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵-𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱, 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳��𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

[eddie-kaspbrat]

looking for a toxic nate x maddy rp, 18+, looking for someone to play nate! kink friendly :)

[enid-fia]

Dracula inspired RP!

Hii 🩸🩸I’m 23 looking for someone 21+ for for a dark fantasy Roleplay with some hurt/comfort , degradation and toxic doms! I want power dynamics, helplessness, kidnapping, some noncon, some breeding. I want you to break my heart!! Rip it to pieces! Please please please! I’d love for it to be long term

Oc x Oc or Oc x CC is great but I’ll mostly likely play Oc !! fxm or fxf trans folks welcome!! I’m looking for a Dracula or Dracula adjacent sort of character for my OC

Above all I’d like them to be a possessive alpha maybe omega-verse vibes where my character is the omega and seen as property to his vampire alpha

Literate please as I love descriptive replies and a juicy story!! I can work with 4-5 sentences but the more the merrier! But shorter is also fine for rapid fire! Please please like this or DM me. I just wanna play a horny little blood bag pet wife. It’s all I’ve ever wanted pretty please.

[tameradioimpala]

• evervone must be 21+ please :)

Looking to do a fun, rapid fire text rp (meaning in the form of people texting back and forth, not paragraphs). Although I'm requesting a "text" form of rp, i also request that there be detail and enough for me to reply to. No one word responses (unless the rp calls for it

I'd like for this to be centered around exes. Maybes exes who are on good/bad terms, they talk/haven't spoken in years, etc!

Maybe one ex is married or another is single! The possibilities are endless and I'd love to brainstorm this with someone! I do prefer mxm pairings but l'm willing to do another gender if the plot is appealing! I lean towards sub charas

This is a very vague plot but I would love to create a plot/story of our own! I love brainstorming. Bring me all your ideas !

[darkdoverpseeker]

🩰 ( possibly 🕊️ ) hello ! 22f & she/her. decided to send this again as it’s been a few weeks now and i’m hoping it might get some new interest ?? i have been wanting to write a fxf plot that focuses around an established couple with a family who on the outside look ever so sweet and wholesome , however , i’d like it to have a mix of both soft ? & dark elements ! some darker themes i’d like to include are ; significant age gaps, power imbalances, toxic behaviour, manipulation & control, gaslighting, corruption … just to name a few. i will add that i do prefer writing the submissive muses. i also would love to include a good amount of both plot & smut , i will say that whilst i want to explore those dark themes , i’m very interested in exploring family dynamics & keeping that as a the more softer / ‘wholesome’ approach of the plot but i’m happy to discuss it in more detail !

i do like a bit of length when it comes to writing but i’m not fussy about it ? i just ask that i have something to respond to ! my writing style i would say ranges from adv lit — novella but again it can vary between replies ! very interested in sharing moodboards, aesthetics, musings, making pinterest boards etc. lastly, i do like to use fcs & have a few i lean more towards but we can discuss that together ! if you’re interested , please give this a like & i’ll be in touch ! men & minors please dni.

like if interested!

[leagueofdccm]

// @homelander-rp-blog // @nghtmarish / for your starlight

He looks at her reflection. She doesn't pay him any mind; just keeps playing on her phone. "What's sad?" he repeats.

"This. Faking the hero shit." Her voice is so unaffected, it's starting to remind him of his own. "And the worst is that I know you could be more than that. You could so easily be a hero. The love of the people would be real. The headlines wouldn't be written by Ashley. I'd have fallen in love with you twice over. But you just… don't." Her words are little dreams, and when she stops speaking, he watches them tumble off the table edge and shatter.

He finds himself staring at the ground for quite some time, looking for shards. He blinks himself awake. "It's too late now," he mumbles.

enlightenment & rebirth by @bisexualhomelander. happy birthday!