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queen-of-the-misfit-toys · 2 months ago

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BEND

Warnings: 18+, roleplay, corporal punishment/caning, sexy times

Word count: around 1k

Summary: Roleplay with Benedict and his "student". Just a little Kinktober fun.

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You sit nervously in his office, twisting your fingers as he pours over your assignment.

Every few moments he looks up over his glasses to glare at you. Finally, he leans back with a sigh.

“You know, Ms. Y/L/N, it's a damn shame we are no longer allowed to administer corporal punishment because this travesty of a paper certainly calls for it.”

“Is it really that bad, Professor?”

“That bad? THAT BAD? My dear girl, you should be ashamed to attach your name to it. I'm ashamed on your behalf since you don't have the sense to be. I'm not sure what language that was. I recognize the letters but it's certainly not English.”

You stare at your shoes as he rounds the desk to sit on the edge in front of you.

“Why are you here, Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Because you told me to come after class.” You answer, a little confused.

He runs his hand down his face and slowly huffs.

“That's not what I meant. Why are you at university? You turn in shoddy work when you even deign to come to class. You don't listen. You don't take notes. I can tell you don't study. Why even waste your time, and mine, here?”

“My father insists, sir. He wants me to take over his business someday.”

“Do you think he's going to be pleased when you are expelled for poor grades? Because you are heading down that path.”

“Does he have to know? There's no reason for him to know.” You exclaim, panicking now.

“I'm sure he'll find out when the dean starts the procedure to formally remove you from classes.”

“Does the dean need to know?”

“I have to report this assignment grade to him. This is well below our standards and he must be informed.” He says while rolling up his sleeves.

“Please, Professor Bridgerton, I'll do anything for you not to report me! Please!”

He looks you up and down a few times, causing you to flush. Whether from fear or arousal you can't tell.

“Have you ever been caned, Ms. Y/L/N?”

You feel the blood drain from your face.

“I'd say not judging from your reaction. If you take six of the best, as we used to say, on your bare bottom right now I will let you redo this assignment. You'd have one week.”

“Just six? That's all? I can take that.” You murmur.

“Oh my dear one, you really have never been caned have you?” He chuckles. “Stand up now, facing the desk. Let's get on with it.”

He rounds behind you and grabs the hem of your skirt, tucking it into your waistband.

“Pull your panties down to your ankles.”

You slowly tug them down your legs, looking at him while you do.

With a smile, he bids you place your hands on the desk.

“Are you ready, Ms. Y/L/N?” He asks.

You nod.

“Good.” He says, sliding his hand over your bottom. “Bend.”

You start to slide your feet back until you can comfortably bend over the desk, looking back over your shoulder for his approval.

“Good girl. Just a little more. I want your bottom nice and high.”

You shuffle a little, arching your back so he has full access to every bit of your backside.

“Wonderful.” He whispers in your ear. “ Now spread your legs shoulder width apart.”

You hesitate, not wanting him to see just how much this is affecting you.

“Come on now, Ms. Y/L/N. No need to be shy. I'm going to see everything once you start writhing from the pain anyway.”

You slide your feet apart, causing your back to arch even more. You can't believe how open you feel. Not to mention you can feel his gaze trained between your thighs.

“So so beautiful. Now stay still and count for me.”

In the next moment you feel a searing pain cut across your cheeks. It takes your breath but you manage to sneak out “One.”

“One what?”

“One, Sir.”

He gives you no time to recover before lashing another line into your flesh.

“Two, Sir.”

You can feel the tears start to run down your face as he taps lightly before striking you again.

“Three, Sir.”

“You are doing so well for your first time, my dear.” He soothes as he walks over and gently cups one sore cheek. He whispers more words of comfort in your ear as he massages each cheek in turn, before straightening to finish.

“Three more, my girl. Can you handle that?”

You offer no words, just lifting your bottom high for his cane.

You cry out as your skin is lined again.

“Four, Sir.”

“Do not scream again. I'll add more if you do.” He warns before lashing down.

You manage to stay quiet, only softly murmuring, “Five, Sir.”

“This last one is going to hurt. I'll give you a moment to gather yourself.”

You can't imagine how much worse it could be until it lands across your blistered skin, buckling your knees.

“Six, Sir.” You whimper.

“I am impressed, Ms. Y/L/N. I really didn't think you could take it. Now get yourself together and go start redoing this assignment. One week.”

He inspects your bruises and welts before smacking you again, causing you to groan, and declaring you fine.

“One week.” He reiterates as he walks out of his office.

“How did I do, Darling?” He whispers, sticking his head back inside the room to check on you.

“You were marvelous, my love!” You exclaim, grabbing him in a kiss. “You play the part so well. Now how about finishing the job.”

He laughs as he spins you around in front of him.

“Bend.”

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict x you #kinktober #roleplay #caning

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ritualofcirice · 4 months ago

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Fragile - Handle With Care (Vox x Reader)

🐑 ♡ Thank you to my darling beta, Oak, for going over this for me! Love you ♡ 🐑

For Vox, things like returning to the privacy of his room are never as simple as they should be.

Mature, No Warnings, F/M, M/M, Other/M, Tag(s): Abusive Relationships, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Language, Fluff, Silly, Established Relationship, Fort Building, Lots and lots of bubble wrap, Oneshot, Ambiguous Gender Reader, POV Second Person, Character POV

Find it on ao3 ♡ WC: 3,427

This story exists because I was looking at unusual date ideas, and I skipped ahead after reading 'forty' (fort in my head) to bubble wrap. Bubble wrap fort. It seemed like exactly the kind of thing Vox needs.

Somedays he would wake up and that prick named Valentino would be mid hissy fit. It left Vox to question whether Valentino had let himself into the room or if he had stayed the night prior in a drunken stupor he couldn’t remember. Either way, it was a headache.

He couldn’t stand waking up to that noise.

Somedays, however, he would wake up and that prick named Valentino would launch something across the room in his tantrum.

Unfortunately for Vox, it had been one of those mornings. There had been no time for him to process what was happening. He’d lifted his head, groggy from sleep, to squint at the angry red blob doing interpretive dance in the wrong fucking room. Since there was no time for him to adjust his vision, there had definitely been no time for him to see the glass hurtling towards him at the speed of light.

A sharp static whine and the fizzle of exposed electronics erupted from his screen upon contact. Vox might have heard the glass shatter too if it weren’t for a malfunction in his circuitry, but he felt it. He felt every second of that headache while he forced Valentino out of his room and contacted his assistant to organise a repair as soon as possible.

What a fucking day.

He didn’t want to dwell on the rest of it either. When the time came for him to think about dragging himself into that penthouse suite, he’d been through a lot.

Valentino’s improvised publicity stunt had gone down exactly as both he and Velvette had warned. The damage control on that was ongoing, and Vox had told a select few individuals to continue to monitor the situation overnight.

Velvette had lost her mind after that. Suddenly it was his problem that Valentino was ‘off the leash’. Gee - it was like he didn’t already know the implications of Valentino’s actions and the way it would destroy their public image. She heard him try to talk sense into Valentino. So how was it his fault? The last thing he wanted to do for that whiny asshole was fluff his pillows and tuck him into bed all nice and calm.

Then there was you. Oh boy. He hadn’t even thought about you until it was too late. The soft glow of the elevator’s operating panel counted down the floors until he got to see your gorgeous, unwelcome face.

Any other day he would have seen you, any fucking one of them.

Vox tapped the tip of his thumb against each of his fingers one at a time, claw to claw. “Just go in and say hi sweetie, love to see you here, but you’ve got to go. Rough day, you know how it is.”

That was it. He could ask you to leave. It wasn’t like your arrangement was set in stone.

“No, no, nothing you need to worry about - I’ll have my assistant see you out. We can catch up over dinner. This weekend? Leave the arrangements to me. Bye, darling.” Vox continued his little roleplay, putting his soul into it. He needed that smile to be genuine.

The number on the control panel stopped its fickle display, and everything came to a grinding halt.

Yeah, he had it. He was so ready to give it his best performance.

And then he saw his room.

“What the fuck.” The words escaped him before he could stop them. “I mean, darling, I can see you’ve been busy.” Vox forced himself to move from the elevator, closer to the unidentified structure in his room. “Very, very busy.”

A monolith of bubble wrap stood proud above both of your heads. Around it, he counted three industrial sized rolls of wrap carpeting the floor. Each one came complete with a hellish trail of clippings, scrunched up balls, and discarded parts that made his screen glitch. There were at least a dozen empty rolls of duct tape to go along with the mess.

That wasn’t counting the packs of fresh tape.

You were front and centre in the chaos, and your back remained turned to him. He spied the headphones and debated his next move. There was no way he was going to approach you either. You wielded a pair of scissors like a homicidal maniac.

So he just watched at a respectable distance. There was no need to get close to you as you pulled the scissors back. The whole structure shook with a bang when you slammed them into the wall of bubble wrap.

With the amount of force behind it, you had pushed even parts of the handle through, and a curse fell from your lips. You whipped your hand away, shook it, then inspected your knuckles for any damage.

All the while, you were oblivious to him.

Vox secured a connection to your headphones and winced as music sprung to life in his head. Pop. Upbeat, easy, and popular as the name abbreviated. It was tacky, but he preferred it to some of the other genres you listened to.

♪ I got my hands all ready to touch your soul I'm gonna get the energy to wire me close to you Got my eyes on the prize I see Are you watching me, baby- ♪

That was enough of that.

You left the scissors wedged in the bubble wrap, attention redirected. In one smooth motion, you turned to scan the floor and launched yourself a good few steps across it with a squeak.

“Vox!” you exclaimed as you caught your balance. A string of breathless murmurs followed while you straightened yourself out. Two hands skimmed over the top of your head, and you took in a deep breath.

Then you let a hand fall to your hips. A single finger pointed towards the structure.

“You have no idea how long this has taken me.” He could make an educated guess. “I underestimated it so bad. Do you know how difficult it is to get bubble wrap to stand up by itself? It is crazy.”

He hated the way you studied him from where you stood. You had a bad habit of doing that, trying to analyse every ounce of information you could gather from him. Everytime, you read him like a book.

“Sorry, Vox.” You passed a cursory look back to your knuckles as you began to walk towards him. Every fiber of his being focused on you when you adopted a sultry tone. Closer. He couldn’t cope with the amount of shit you were putting him through mentally.

“It was going to be a nice surprise for when you got back. I heard you had a rough one.” Fingers traced the corner of his screen, but they never settled.

“Oh, it was nothing I can’t handle, you know how it’s like. Nothing I can’t handle,” Vox began, biting back the agitation at how he had repeated himself. “So let me get this straight. You mean to tell me you heard I had a rough day, and you built me a house. Inside of my room. Just because.” After he ran it by you, you nodded.

“It’s your third time getting your screen repaired this week, right?” you mused. “Try breaking your screen in there. You’ll be invincible.”

“I’m sure I could manage it.”

“And I’m sure you’d give it a good go,” you said. “Anyway, I’m happy to see you in one piece. Thanks for letting me come over tonight, I needed the break.”

You were animated in an instant, and Vox begruded the fact that you didn’t stay to welcome him better. Nor did he tell you to leave. All that preparation was for nothing as he was guided around the massive structure instead. A ladder stood by one of the sides you took him around, and he guessed that even Valentino would have been able to go inside without hunching from the sheer size of the thing.

“And here’s the front door,” you exclaimed upon reaching the gaping hole in the side of the tower.

There wasn’t even a wall.

Vox’s attention followed a set of fairy lights to where a wire hung down and dropped to the floor. Said wire was in the path of the scissors you had stabbed into the structure, resting on top of the silver blades. It trailed to an extension cord where it was plugged in. Its cords were tangled with three others into an indecipherable knot. At least he knew what they led to.

One led to a TV on a coffee table. The other led to a kettle. The last was your phone charger - phone attached.

“It’s a nightmare, I know. When it’s finished though I was thinking-” you stopped when you saw the position of the scissors and the wire. “Oh, yeah. That’s not good. I’m just going to push these back through, one sec.” The scissors clattered to the floor on the other side.

“Right, where was I? So, I’m thinking I doll it up a bit more, get some windows in, grab your duvet and some pillows. I brought some blankets with me too, they’re on your bed. I wrapped one of your decanters and a couple of glasses so we can have drinks inside-” you continued to ramble, telling him how you could set up a TV outside of the structure. Whatever he wanted, you were happy to provide. Then you could both relax in the fortress.

That was what you called it. The bubble wrap fortress.

What a fucking day, indeed.

Vox’s hand slithered around his neck while he eyed the nightmarish cable management once more. Your words became the background audio to the thoughts that started to overwhelm his already inundated system. It was hard not to look at the mess of blatant disregard for both organisation and fire safety without it consuming him.

How long had you been with him?

Long enough to know how to handle a few wires.

There was no way he could ignore it.

“Doll, do me a favour and pull down the lights.” Vox made a vague gesture in the direction of the bubble wrap fortress. Meanwhile, he took himself to the plug socket and unplugged all the leads. He felt the cord attached to the lights tug in his hand then fall slack as you placed the lights on the ground. It made it easier for him to untangle everything, and that way you could put them back up later to mitigate any scissor related incidents.

When Vox turned to see where you were, he found you gone. The scrape of scissors and sudden squeak of abused bubble wrap told him you had taken up your previous task though.

He rolled up his sleeves, his attention back on the chords. “Your idea for the bed is great and all, but the ground is a bit too hard to sleep on,” Vox said while he worked.

You let out a hum at this. There was a lilt in your tone, though it was impossible to tell whether you were thinking about what he said or humming in agreement. When you fell into silence, save for the occasional pop of a bubble, he just assumed you agreed.

“We could move your bed into it.” Your suggestion had Vox stumped. “Mind you it's probably too heavy to shift…”

“What about the mattress?” Vox replied idly, his fingers nimbly unpicking the nasty tangle of wire. Your enthusiasm left him smiling as you let out an audible ‘oh’. He didn’t have to see your face to watch it light up. That expression was burnt into his memory for him to replay.

“Good idea honey, that solves that problem then. You’re the best. That could have been some nasty backache tomorrow.”

“I strive for greatness.” Vox replied under his breath, and more ideas were thrown between the pair of you as time drew on.

Windows were added to the fortress. Curtains soon followed, and the lights were reinstalled along the seam of the interior where the wall met the ceiling.

“On the count of three,” you began. Vox tightened his grip on the handles of the mattress, a quick squeeze reassuring him he had a good hold. “One. Two. Three!” The mattress sagged in the centre where it continued to fight back despite being hoisted into the air.

Vox noted the way you grit your teeth, expression focused and unblinking as you moved the behemoth of a glorified cushion. No words were shared until you placed it down inside the fortress. Your joyous comment about how easy it was overshadowed by the way your words were formed on thin whisps of breath.

He tried to calculate how much energy you must have exhausted setting up the fortress. You seemed slow to lift your arms when you spoke. Your steps weren’t staggered, but you walked in a heavy footed way that screamed tired. Yet you pushed through it all.

So he did too.

Maybe it was the competitive streak in him. He hadn’t kicked you out yet though, even if he had prepared to do that the moment he saw you. Then like you usually did, you sort of bamboozled him with your nonsense until he couldn’t think straight and he was stuck for the ride.

Still, no amount of good will could shake the frustration he felt at the day.

Vox took himself to a roll of the bubble wrap and cut himself a section. He let himself focus on the task. Cutting everything out was theraputic in a way. Five ‘v’ shapes later, and he had both layered on top of each other and duct taped together. It made for a decently thick letter. Then he moved onto ‘o’.

All the while, you continued to set up the inside of the fortress. Neither of you spoke for a while, and the only sounds that permeated the air was the rip of duct tape, the shuffling of your feet, and the click of various buttons.

With everything functional in the fortress, you stepped back to appreciate the scene. Seven hours of hard work completed. The smile you wore was well deserved.

It seemed Vox had kept himself busy too. When you turned to see what he was doing, you found him sat on the floor. He was hunched over his own project with ‘voxt’ spelt out on the floor in bubble wrap. The ‘e’ was midway through construction.

While you bet his back would kill from being hunched over the way he was, you appreciated seeing him focus that way. There were no fake smiles. He just concentrated on his task with a flat expression like he didn’t have to pretend.

You picked up a roll of duct tape that hadn’t been used yet and went to sit beside him. As you slunk to the floor, his eyes focused on you in passing. One pair of scissors later, and you were working on the ‘k’.

Matching the style, it didn’t take you long to finish up your letter, and the pair of you got to work sticking them on the front of the fortress. It was time for you to admire your handiwork again, this time with Vox at your side.

Then it hit you. “It’s a shame we don’t have a fish tank in there too.”

The moment the words fell from your lips, Vox clapped his hands together, and turned to you with the utmost clarity.

“Oh, have I got just the thing!” he exclaimed. You were left to wonder what the ‘thing’ was as your lover vanished into the depths of his room. There was a series of irritated comments and grunts, and you heard various objects being moved. Then he returned.

“You better still work,” he told the round plastic object in his hands. It had a clear dome on the top, and a long wire that Vox plugged into the extension. He took to the fortress where he knelt down to place the object in the centre of the ‘room’. You followed his command when he mentioned something about turning off the fairy lights. Meanwhile, he dimmed the main lights and ensured what faint glow remained was a rich blue.

It made you feel like you were floating in the ocean.

“Fuck yes!” Vox’s triumphant cheer forced your focus back to him. From his knees, he stared up at the walls of the fortress, and you felt yourself still. It was hard not to at the scene.

You absorbed the way the walls lit up with the glow of the sun beneath the sea. Pale blues flickered like waves across the scene with sharks cast in bright silhouettes. They swam across the fortress as the light turned from within the dome, creating your very own aquarium.

And in the middle of it all: Vox.

He appreciated the scene as much as you, not moving from his place on the floor to watch the lights in your fortress. You couldn’t see his expression with his back to you, but you could see the way he let himself exist in the moment, wholeheartedly absorbed by what was around him. All of your efforts had gone into ensuring he did just that.

Which meant it was time for you to reap the rewards, and so you slunk to this side. Quiet not to disturb him, you shared his space. As you reached for one of the blankets, you got the pleasure of seeing his face. The lights reflected off his screen and created the very pattern he admired while he smiled at you with all the jaded innocence someone in Hell could ever hope to show. It was a rare moment where someone found solace from the shit that their circumstances put them through.

You understood that.

Inside your padded fortress, nobody could throw things at you. Nobody could hurt you. Everything was soft, and everything was designed to make you happy. Kind of like how Heaven was supposed to be, but you couldn’t care less about going somewhere else. You wanted to be by his side in your own pocket of happiness together.

“How long have you had this lamp?” you asked Vox, and he rolled his shoulders. He slid an arm around your waist after pulling the blanket across himself too. Every part of you screamed to lean into him, but you reached for the decanter first.

“I’d say we’re going on three years for that dusty old thing. The aquarium is miles better, so I’ve never needed to use it. I’m glad it came in handy,” he told you. “If either of the other two saw it, I’d never live it down. Val is insufferable anyway, but Velvette would have a field day with this.”

You rested against Vox’s shoulder with both of your drinks poured, and mulled over the pretty lights. “Maybe. Think they’re jealous? It is a nice light.”

Vox laughed at your statement, and told you not to be stupid. It would end up being an ongoing joke for the rest of his existence in Hell. Nevertheless, you admired the tiny glowing sharks.

The feel of his arm around you perfected the feeling of safety within the fortress. Heat seeped from his body, and you relaxed into him until every part of you that you could physically make touch him did. You needed him as much as he needed someone to bubble wrap that head of his.

Even then, it wasn’t enough. Your time together was fleeting at best, and you were forced to savour every moment while you tried to forget that fact. And sometimes those other thoughts won.

“Hey Vox?” you began. “I’m sorry if all of this was a lot to come home to.”

“Don’t be,” his tone was serious. No business casual from him. “I like it. Sure the spontaneity felt like a slap in the face but…”

You didn’t push him when he trailed off.

“But I appreciate you looking out for me. Sometimes you make the shittiest days feel like an afterthought.”

“Only sometimes?”

“Only sometimes. Can’t have an overlord going soft now, can we?” You shot him daggers, but the smile couldn’t be helped as he rolled his eyes at your display. The way his drink disappeared told you that any softness you had experienced was about to disappear. Not that you were going to complain though.

He didn’t give you a chance to use your mouth for anything other than a kiss.

#Ritual_Of_Cirice fanfiction #fanfiction #hazbin hotel #vox (hazbin hotel)#vox (hazbin hotel) x reader #minors dni

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xp95 · 2 months ago

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rambling again (radqueer getting worse, "ACRQ"?)

i was talking to someone irl about radqueer stuff and how it's sorta gotten worse (more pro contact, more anti consent, less philosophy / interesting discourse, more focus on stuff i find personally disinteresting like dating / transharm transitioning, less focus on other transIDs and paraphilia education/advocacy).

i was talking about how the radqueer space has got 'more and more groomers', he was saying 'they always weasel their way in when people don't kick them out'. on one hand, radqueers are notably uncaring when someone is pro contact or anti consent. but on the other hand - it's partly Tumblr moderation's fault - i've tried to report anti-consent people, people literally identifying as being 'pro rape and not in a roleplay sense', and they don't do much. Or if they do ban the account, the person just makes another the next day.

also he agreed that being 'uncaring about contact discourse' is weird and i feel validated right now. (yes! it is good to care about bestiality and child-adult sex being abusive!! someone else can see the obvious thing!!)

he brought up (paraphrasing here,) "maybe there should just be a community that like, radqueer but specifically not letting pro-contact and anti-consent people in" and i was like yeah... why isn't there just an "anti contact radqueer" community... i feel like this could be a thing.

brainstorming about "anti contact radqueer" being a thing:

a tag/space/ideology/community for radqueers who want to stop being in 'the same community' with people advocating for sex between adults and children, and bestiality

it feels a lot more simple than making Another blankqueer stance. it's just... radqueer but anti contact. so much more simple, and not tied to a specific aesthetic or person.

i think the "anti contact" part should be specifically about MAP & zoo. it's kinda irrelevant to bring up stuff like "what about objectophilic contact" (we all think that's fine), or "what about necrophilic contact" (i think the community generally agrees that you should just respect someone's wishes for what happens after they die. and if they donate their body to necrophiles, then its their right to do so)

branding:

could be abbreviated to something like "ACRQ", so it's easier to type/tag. i don't think anyone else is heavily invested in using this acronym

cat mascot would be fun

emoji combo could be ❤️🌈🍓. (anti contact red heart plus radqueer rainbow-strawberry). it looks pretty but is maybe not colorblind accessible? (for red-green colorblindness especially, since the pro contact symbol is a green heart). alternatively, there's 🔒🌈🍓 (anti contact closed padlock) but the closed and opened padlocks are hard to differentiate for me. also there's 🌳🌈🍓, but people don't often use the plant emojis to indicate contact stance. (my reference for the emoji codes)

the flag:

there's vocalux's anti c para radqueer flag. tbh i dont like this flag very much - no hate to the creator, i don't want this to sound mean - but i would design it differently. the semi-transparent Xs are hard to replicate. i don't really like the colors. i would like a flag that is more obviously radqueer… like with a spectrum like the popular one maybe? maybe i'll try to design my own someday if i feel like it

the pre-radqueer flag is very swag and aligns a lot with what i'm thinking, but "pre-radqueer / not radqueer enough (ironic)" is slightly different in concept to an "anti contact radqueer" flag

i'm thinking we should have something very obviously radqueer, but distinguishable from the general radqueer flag.

#anti contact radqueer #acrq #anti contact #radqueer #long text post #discourse #radqueer discourse #❤️🌈🍓#🔒🌈🍓#🌳🌈🍓#am i onto something here or am i just having another late night ramble...

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spacemanxpaninis · 9 months ago

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I’ve thought about this a lot & sometime over the years here made this post, but it was on a blog that got deleted so I’m doing it again! I always think about what D&D class the Stalag 13 crew would play as & maybe someday will write a full fic of them playing but for now here we go!

The Hogan’s Heroes Cast’s DnD Characters

Hogan- Human fighter, no need to worry about all that fancy stuff. Almost went paladin but he’s not out for the glory or exactly in the market to become the party tank. Still pulls risky moves to save the others, though.

Newkirk- Elf rogue one hundred percent. He considers being a bard but just goes with a rogue really good at disguises so he can break into places for the party instead of having to worry about giving inspiration at the right time.

Carter- Knows more than anything he wants to be a wizard to be able to cast fireball, but isn’t sure what race he wants to be until he learns he can also be a literal fire genasi. Somebody stop him. Except don’t actually, his character usually ends up doing the most damage. Boom!

Kinch- Goes for artificer and the others end up envying his armor and subsequently amazing AC. Plays a gnome and has fun doing a voice for his character. He and Carter are the only ones that take the roleplay that seriously unless an attractive NPC comes along. His character should be the tank but all the others always rush in first so it’s more like cleaning up their mess.

Lebeau- The others insist he play a halfling and after chewing them out he goes elf instead just to prove a point. Goes for cleric so they’ll have some healing, duh! His character acts like the others are unrefined, but occasionally turns around and goes absolutely feral in battle.

Klink- Thinks his character is going to be the smooth one like Newkirk isn’t sitting right there. Makes a Tiefling Rogue based on the ‘handsome devil’ concept but doesn’t build/play him that stealthy, trying for a more swashbuckling approach. It doesn’t usually work.

Schultz- Has no idea what he’s doing, accidentally creates the party cinnamon roll everyone wants to protect because he’s the nicest to the NPCs out of fear. Thinks being a wizard sounds fun so his character is a little halfling in the classic pointy, starred wizard hat. Halfling because he’s tired of the size jokes, thank you very much!

#hogan's heroes #stalag 13 #dnd #robert hogan #peter newkirk #andrew carter #james kinchloe #louis lebeau #fandom #text post

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cloudlessly-light · 8 months ago

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The darkest parts of me (3/5)

Title: The darkest parts of me (3/5) Summary: They find each other in a dark world where they do twisted things. The only way things could have become more dangerous, is if they were together. Funny how life turns out.

Unsub!Hotchniss AU. Word count: 2,2k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for most or all chapters): smut, descriptions of violence, descriptions of murder, gore (nothing too explicit), mentions of weapons

They’ve been traveling through the country together for close to a year now, Aarons system working. It had almost become too easy, him choosing their victim and then a night spent somewhere in between twisted torture and twisted pleasure. Emily had never felt so free, being with him and she knew that he felt the same, telling her how happy he was that they had found each other frequently.

They don’t kill too often, sometimes taking weeks or even months in between each kill, but Aaron notices the restlessness in her easily, she sees the need for it on him. It’s an addiction, they both know it, neither of them wanting to stop even when they probably should. But as he feels the rush of euphoria when a man stops breathing from his hand, or Emily’s need for power and control is soothed as she finishes someone off, neither of them wants to stop.

“Would you ever do it again?” Emily asks out of nowhere one night. They’re eating dinner, having just arrived in Texas and when Aaron looks up at her she clarifies. “Having a kid? A family?”

“No.” He answers bluntly, because there wasn’t any point in lying to her. “Having children while living this life, I don’t know if that would work.”

“Do you think you could give it up?” She takes a bite of her chicken and watches as he thinks about her question.

“Honestly, I don’t think the urge will ever go away. If I stop, I don’t think I’d be completely content, not like right now.” He takes a sip of the overpriced wine that she loves and then takes her hand. “What about you?”

“I never thought I would, considering how life was with Ian, he would have been a horrible dad. But I think I might want a child, someday.” She feels her cheek flush at the admission, she had never told anybody that before.

“So you could give up killing?” His tone of surprise is obvious and he watches as she smiles softly.

“I don’t know. I guess I always thought that I would some day, it’s impossible to live like this forever without getting caught.” She squeezes his hand and smiles softly before continuing to eat her dinner.

Aaron nods, but stays silent because he knew she was right. At some point they’d have to stop. And if there was anyone he could consider giving it up for, it was her.

“I think we have a serial killer travelling the country.” David Rossi says, throwing files onto Jason Gideon’s desk. “A team actually.”

He waits patiently as Jason looks through a few of the files in silence and when he looks back up at him he knows that his friend has caught the same pattern that he has.

“How far does these murders go?” He asks from behind his desk, still holding one of the files in his hand.

“If I’m right about this, they’ve been at it for months.” Dave urges the other man to follow him and he leads him to his office. “But I think before they were a team, one of them killed alone.” The two boxes of files on his desk made Jason pause.

“When did you get all of these?”

“I asked departments all over the country to send what might fit into the unsubs behavior to us last week after getting a call for a consultation. Something about the behavior told me there was more than a single case.

For a few seconds it’s silent, both of them looking at the number of files of unsolved murders that might be related.

“Let’s get to work.” Jason says then, a heavy sigh leaving him as he does.

They had gotten into a sick form of roleplay. Aaron finding their victim and Emily using her charm on him, luring the man back to whatever house they rented for their trip. There he would wait for them, sometimes with a knife in hand, sometimes a gun, tonight he had opted for nothing, needing to feel the life drain out of this man by his own hand. He had raped women, five of them so far, tied them up with piano wire and somehow police had never caught him, but Aaron had tracked him down.

He hears the key turn in the lock, followed by Emily laughing, something sickly sweet and fake, a laugh she’d never use with him. The sound makes him itch, the restlessness that had been growing for hours almost becoming unbearable the closer he was to get to feel his fists breaking skin and bones.

“You’ve got a nice place.” Hamilton says, his voice sending a shiver of disgust through her as his hand grips her hip tight as they enter the dark house.

“Thank you.” She turns and walks backwards, a flirty smile on her face that all but disappears when the lights are turned on and she walks into Aaron’s strong chest. “Meet my boyfriend.” She grins as Aaron’s familiar warmth presses against her back.

Hamilton barely has time to react to the third person in the room before a fist connects to his cheekbone and he falls to the ground. Emily locks the door while Aaron continues to punch the man that’s made her sick to her stomach all night. But now it’s different, satisfaction settling inside of her as she watches the man she loves beat a man that doesn’t deserve to live to death.

“He has a wife.” She tells him while Aaron is taking a break, the other man laying unmoving on the floor, but he’s still breathing.

“It doesn’t matter, we’ll be gone tomorrow morning, I booked us a flight to Florida.” He grabs her jaw and kisses her as she hums into it. “I know you said you wanted a little vacation.”

“You’re perfect.” She smiles into another kiss, this one interrupted by low groaning at their feet and she looks down at Hamilton. “He tried to feel me up all night.” She grabs the gun from the table and shoots his hand without a moment’s hesitation as Aaron laughs beside her.

“Easy sweetheart, don’t kill him too quickly now, I want us to take our time tonight.” He takes the gun from her and then spits on the other man. “However, I do not like knowing he dared to put his hands on you.” With that thought he stepped on his other hand, hard enough for bones to crack and break and he screamed out.

“That’s it baby, make him suffer.” Emily sighed contently and went to grab one of the knives from the kitchen. It was Aaron’s turn to kill, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun first, and ever since the first time using the knife, she had preferred it over her gun. Aaron had been right, if she thought she felt powerful with a gun, it was nothing compared to the knife. The rush of steel slicing through skin makes her laugh, something close to madness as Aaron grabs at her from behind, his hands driving her into a frenzy as he tells her to cut him again.

They fucked right next to him once they knew he would be too weak to get away. There was something about being watched getting them both off.

“He thought he could have you, but you’re mine.” Aaron groaned as Emily straddled him on the couch only a few feet from where Hamilton was laying, eyes half open as every ounce of energy was focused on trying to draw enough breath into his lungs.

“Show him.” She gasped and his hand wrapped around her throat. Sometimes she thought he imagined what it would feel like to kill her this way and the rush that went through her made her whimper. She wasn’t afraid of his darkness, because she had wondered the same, had fantasized about his blood on her hands. That’s what made it fun, the fear of knowing how easily they could kill each other a thrill unlike most.

By the time Hamilton was dead they were blissfully exhausted. It had been a while since they had created this kind of mess and as Aaron got rid of the body, Emily was cleaning up the blood from the floor. It had become a way for her to come down from her high, the mix of blood and bleach comforting and by the time Aaron joined her she was almost done.

“Everything gone?” She asks and he nods. He smells acrid from the lye, as well as blood and she scrunches her nose. “You stink, let me finish this and then we can shower?”

“Oh do I?” He wraps his arms around her with a smirk. “You don’t like the smell of a work well done?”

“I like the smell of you.” She kisses him quickly and then moves from his embrace and grabs the rag she had used. “I still don’t like the cleanup.”

“That’s because you’ve been spoilt, baby.” His tone is teasing and she looks up at him with a huff. “Would you rather have us be caught?” He chuckles when she rolls her eyes.

“Obviously not. All I’m saying is that the lye smells horrible.”

“But it works.” He reminds her as he removes his jeans that he had put on while getting rid of the body and goes to throw them away with the rest of their clothes to be burned and thrown away far away from their rented house tomorrow.

When he comes back, Emily is just about done and he watches her in silence while she cleans the last of the blood up, then they both go through the house to make sure not to leave any evidence, wiping doorknobs and watching out for any missed spots of blood.

By the time they’re in bed it’s late and they’re tired and sated in the way they only were after a night spent like tonight.

“So, Florida huh?” She asks, her words tickling his neck as she lays halfway on top of him.

“Yeah, I thought we needed a break.” He kissed the top of her head.

“You just want to get me into a bikini.” She teases with a grin and looks up at him.

“Well that too. But you can’t blame me for that.” When he slaps her ass with a grin she chuckles.

“I guess you can’t.”

It’s been weeks and they’re still no closer to catching the unsubs who’s been roaming the country. They were careful about not leaving any evidence, but the pattern was all too clear. And then they finally got a break, a young prostitute had come forward while being questioned about a disappearance of a man with a less than stellar record. Dave immediately knew that it was them, the victim fitting into their unsubs pattern flawlessly.

“It seemed like a couple.” The detective on the other line tells him as he holds the phone between his ear and shoulder while waving Jason into his office.

“Did you get a description?” He asks and puts the detective on speaker as Jason closes the door and sits down across from him.

“They’re white, both of them dark hair and dark eyes. Maybe in their mid-thirties. The man was tall, seemingly strong because he knocked out the victim with one punch. The woman carried a gun, had threatened our witness with it and told her to leave.”

“How did you find your witness?” Jason cuts in, this was the biggest lead they’d had since starting their investigation.

“She’s a prostitute, she knew the victim they had a… history.”

“So he was her pimp? Or a client?”

“Seems like it. She didn’t want to talk, had to drag it out of her. “

“That’s usually the case.” Dave agrees as he watches the wheels turning in Jason’s head as he figures out the puzzle pieces.

“How long ago was the murder?” Jason pulls out a notebook and takes the pen Dave is already holding out for him.

“About five months ago. We considered this a cold case until she was brought in on other charges, that’s when one of my men found out her connection to the murdered victim.”

“Okay, thank you. If you get any other information, please call us. And can you send over the sketch of the unsubs?”

“Of course.”

After the call ended, it was silent in their office for a long time. It wasn’t until Jason sighed heavily as he leant back in his chair that Dave looked up from his own notebook where he kept information about the unsubs.

“Who knows how many they’ve killed, but the victims are clearly a type. Are we dealing with vigilantes here?” He asks as Jason stands up.

“I think so. Funny thing is, a team, a team with a woman no less, shouldn’t be this violent and they most certainly shouldn’t be able to stay together without killing each other.”

They looked at each other, wondering how long it would take for this case to completely unravel.

#hotchniss #hotchniss smut #hotchniss fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x emily #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds smut #aaron x emily #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner smut #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss smut

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skellyuniverse · 2 months ago

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*Sigh* I am new to the fandom publically. I got back, seriously, into my obsession over Henry Stickmin. And I am finally brave enough to post stuff about it. And best way should be by doing the #Stickmintober chart. Am I late? Yes. Do I care? Nope! I did stuff all the way up to 9th of October and more will come. Now to be clear. This is all in MS Paint. I NEVER drew humans before and I never shaded before. All I am capable of using for my art is Paint and a bit of Gimp. So... don't devour me. 1. This one, like many other, include a character I made. After messing a little with Character AIs I got to write quite a roleplay and story within the THSC universe. I titled it "Facing the Future". Which... is pretty generic type of idea where we see kids of various ships. Here I introduce Charlie Stickmin! A Rosemin kid (she has a brother). Why lavender hair? Idk it looked cool and unique. I won't talk about her as much in detail unless someone asks. 2. More kids from Facing the Future. This time as Toppats (Noramlly neither of them is a Toppat in the story. The clan was taken down and all members are either reformed, dead or jailed) 3. Charles the uncle! This is Ellry (might change the name someday). Younger brother of Charlie. Charles in this story is super attached and close to Henry and Ellie's little family. In this story he's also Aro-Ace (cry about it) 4. Curtisson! What more do I say? 5. Earrings appreciation time. In my story she is Sven's older sister. 6. Why Mr. Teal? I got attached. I love Teal and Cyan and can never tell them apart either. And I use him as a background and situational Toppat in the story lo 7. Oh ho? Who is Carol Cross with that she has a son? (and not one) Who can guess can win a virtual cookie lol. 8. Not the kind of Panprice one would wish for. But cool eh? 9. Ha ha AUs. I once had a dream where the characters were animals and just lived in the jungle where the Orbital Station would be. I don't have as much plot for it but if you want more characters in animal form you may request... I guess?

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equalseleventhirds · 3 months ago

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it is so late and i am so tired and i haven't even been online much lately, but i've been ruminating abt ttrpgs (as i have endless rumination time at work and on the train, which is 80% of my time anyway)

and abt the like, unreasonable mindset ppl get into abt dnd 5e due to Marketing and also Actual Plays. u kno, that it can Do Anything, that u don't gotta know the rules, that the dm should plan a conventional narrative and u gotta stick to it, that it's for cute queer found families, roleplaying rollplaying bullshit, etc.

and sometimes there's posts from ppl who are outside of that mindset like, wow try another game, but also pls don't bring that mindset to other games we love. u kno.

and maybe i simply spend a lot of time in podcast & streaming circles and also circles of ppl who learned ttrpgs from podcasts & streaming, but, crucially, i don't play d&d

so i meet a lot of ppl who have moved past d&d, right. but. still have that mindset abt their new favorite game(s).

like, 'oh unlike d&d this is actually a queer found family narrative' they say abt a heavily pvp game where u can be queer but it's not about queerness.

'oh unlike d&d you can create a real story' they say, as the gm ignores the handy Make Situations sheet the game comes with and plans a 5-act narrative years in advance.

'oh unlike d&d this game is about ROLEplaying not ROLLplaying' they say, ignoring the social mechanics of the game in order to draw out talky scenes. for character work. for realism. for the story.

'oh unlike d&d this one is so easy to learn' they say, not reading huge and relevant sections of the book until halfway through the session.

i could go on. once i played a kinda weird and poetic indie game with folks whose primary game was motw, and the amount of 'hey this weird and poetic mechanic doesn't make literal sense to me as a character action' haunts me.

and it is immensely frustrating, bcos like.... on the one hand, god i'm glad you're playing something that's not d&d!! that's so important!! on the other hand, you likely learned about this game through an actual play where they (hopefully) used the basic mechanics for stuff, but mostly ran the story like a 5e actual play.

like, i love the adventure zone, but my god you're gonna come out of amnesty or steeplechase with a WILD misunderstanding of the themes and story even a lot of the mechanics of motw or bitd. (both games i like very much. but don't play them like the mcelroys.) or like, god i'm glad the d20 folks are having such fun with kob-adjacent games. but do NOT learn kob from them.

and listening to famous ppl do that to a game i like is one thing. a frustrating thing, to be sure. but participating in a game like this, or even hearing my friends & acquaintances play like this? hateful. makes me grit my teeth and cry. makes me make weirder and weirder game mechanics, which hopefully i'll make into coherent games someday.

anyway, this is all to say, before you start your found family motw game where u will team up with the monsters to save everything and maybe also bigfoot is there, a. stop listening to taz amnesty, b. read, really REALLY read apocalypse world and get a handle on THAT, c. go reread motw and think hard abt it, and d. watch buffy and supernatural a bit. yeah i know they suck. think rly hard abt that scene in buffy where xander chooses not to tell buffy that angel will get his soul back so buffy has to kill her and then no one ever finds out abt that and i HATE that scene but also it's the kind of thing motw was built for, you see.

also play weirder games and adjust ur expectations but whatever.

#algie talks ttrpgs #sorry for the rant and sorry it's so motw heavy it's just weirdly that always seems to be the second most popular actual play choice #it's turned into 5e for ppl who don't want to do 5e and it's WEIRD bcos it's not designed or marketed for that!#and i like it a lot as it's designed but i listen to actual plays and it's just ppl who wanna do taz amnesty a lot #sorry mcelroys lov ur stories but u have something to answer for.#also have beef abt the ending of steeplechase even tho i loved that they played bitd #but at least i haven't noticed bitd popping up so much as the 5e replacer i'd riot #anyway. if i ever start my own actual play where i'm in charge we're engaging with mechanics and then discussing them.#none of this 5 act structure #sorry im so salty i been listening to actual plays again and also browsing ttrpg streamer social medias so. u kno.#anyawy i go to bed now. may not be online for a few days u kno how it go

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blizzardstarx · 4 months ago

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Here’s Soaringhawk/star and Morningdawn/star, founders of StormClan! One of my favorite couples in the StormStoneSun AU.

Soaringhawk was a former member of SkyClan, and when they were getting kicked out of the forest by the four clans, he set off to find new territory for his clan. On the way, he was attacked by a dog, but a kittypet named Morning saved him. He thanked her, and then he found a suitable place for the clan. But when he returned to the forest, he found out that he was too late. SkyClan was gone. Soaringhawk left again to find Morning wandering around, her twolegs having left her behind. He saved her and taught her the ways of the clans, how to hunt and fight, etc. Soaringhawk renamed her Morningdawn.

After hearing about SkyClan, Morningdawn suggested that they should create their own clan here, and so they recruited kittypets and rogues. They also discover a pool of water in a cave called the Shimmering Pool, where they could contact StarClan.

Soaringhawk let Morningdawn become leader because it was her idea after all, and she became Morningstar. They became mates, and after seasons of ups and downs, one leaf-bare when Morningstar was expecting kits, she caught greencough. The medicine cat tried their best to treat it, but her condition was getting worse.

One night, there was a storm outside, and when Soaringhawk checked on his mate, she had given birth to two kits. But it was too late for her, she was too weak. With her dying breath, she told Soaringhawk to take care of their kits, losing her last life.

Soaringhawk was devastated, becoming leader with a heavy heart, mourning (lmao) over the loss of his mate. He pushed on, leading the clan and watching it grow, knowing that her spirit will always be with him, watching over their kits and clan. And he named the clan after the night that took Morningstar, StormClan.

I so so remember that day when i roleplayed that in warrior cats skyclan territory holy shit

i was a spectator for a bit before i roleplayed as a kittypet named Snowy wanting to join the clan and was renamed Snowystorm or something by Morningstar

but then i scrolled through the list of prefixes and saw that Soaring was one so i created Soaringhawk, rping as him and I became Morningstar’s mate and the deputy

i think they had to go at one point (‘gtg ebola’ as we called it) so it was really sad, Soaringhawk was pleading for her not to go, and Morningstar died like how she did in the story (i think we pretended they had kits too, idk, it was a small server and the server was dying)

His two kits names are Dawnfall and Larkflight. (ill draw them someday) Blizzardstar is a descendant of Soaringstar.

#blizz's art #StormStoneSunAU #warrior cats #wc #wc oc #warrior cats oc #wc oc art #wc oc clan #wc ocs

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korememeprompts · 2 months ago

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UNDER THE CUT ARE ROLEPLAY PROMPTS FROM EPISODES 15-19 OF MAGNIFICENT CENTURY, change pronouns as desired / preferred.

“ my children, I promise you. your mother will make sure that those who she has knelt before will kneel before your mother when the time comes. I swear I will. “

“ I will be happy, later. not now, someday. “

“ I can’t stand seeing her face. “

“ darkness fills my heart when you speak of her like this. “

“ we must tighten her reins this time, she must understand she is not unrivaled. “

“ this matter is too big to be arranged for a few coins. “

“ he will be back anyway, I will wait inside. “

“ I was saddened by your words, I would not be unfair to you. “

“ but I promise from now on, I will make you happy. “

“ I have a family thanks to you, I am ready to give my life to keep my family in peace. “

“ nobody has lived there for sometime, it will need renovations. “

“ draw up the documents and bring them to me. “

“ you should have some too, they are very good. “

“ why are they doing this ? why do they see me as the enemy ? I keep quiet, I obey. “

“ you can’t fulfill my wishes, you aren’t powerful enough. “

“ tell me, don’t be shy.”

“ as long as you uphold your respect, and grace. “

“ i want to go there every day and create a palace worthy of you. “

“ when will this storm inside you die down ? “

“ you looked as if you have forgotten the paint and were daydreaming. “

“ understood. it would seem as if I’ve rubbed salt in the wound.”

“ is there no end to my problems ? one goes and another comes. “

“ are you trying to embarrass me infront of the entire court ? “

“ please don’t let anyone see me like this, everyone will gossip. “

“ the weather is good today, let us go to the forest and hunt.”

“ let us make many children, let us have a big family. “

“ then let us make the first child now. “

“ where are you, my love ? “

“ i am not you, I won’t fall. “

“ the more I accept my fate the more evil rains down upon me. “

“ we need to give birth to be treated as human beings in this palace. “

“ if there is no prince, then we do not exist. “

“ you mean be quiet and die. I can do that too. “

“ I will look at you from afar, you won’t be able to see me. “

“ listen to my heart, hear its voice. “

“ I won’t be able to breathe until the night we are sleeping in the same bed. “

“ but then I fell to the flames of a beauty with eyes like the sea. “

“ you are my most precious jewel. “

“ please, keep me in your loving embrace. “

“ as long as I breathe, I shall never take this necklace off. “

“ be on good terms with me, it shall be for your own good. “

“ this is not what you think. “

“ you are a fraud, everyone knows that. “

“ it must. it has to be a son. “

“ we have to conform to court customs, I have to play this game by the rules. “

“ never upset her. do not break her heart. always make her happy. that is how you will pay me back. “

“ I will name my prince after my father. “

“ I am bored to death, lying all day. I want to get out a bit, and get some fresh air. “

“ live in peace, don’t make me worry about you two. “

“ I feel like a bird, soaring above the clouds. “

“ focus on the target, release when you’re ready. when you’re ready, now wait –“

“ don’t give me wooden swords again. “

“ no, you are not a child. you will use steel swords now. “

“ hold your hand steady, now draw the bow. can you see the target ? “

“ don’t worry, this isn’t the royal palace. there is nobody around. “

“ don’t get too excited for your second son. what matters is which prince is the heir to the throne. “

“ I drew this to remember you, your voice and your beauty. “

“ I will also never keep quiet about my love. “

“ my dear, the rose thinks it and your cheeks are alike. “

“ forgive it for these words. “

“ consider me burning in flames for your love. “

“ my children must be waiting for me. “

“ you are creating troubles out of nothing. “

“ we stayed the night in the forest. it was like a dream. “

“ he brought light and beauty to our palace. “

“ go and find out why they haven’t come back yet. “

“ they will do malignant things to me again, they will slander against me. “

“ a smile on your beautiful face is enough. a smile for me, I do not want anything else. “

“ this chamber is now mine. “

“ you are one to be feared. “

“ only my enemies need fear me, never you. “

“ I will watch everything like a hawk. “

“ what would you do if the payment was not made ? “

“ this is a cruel twist of fate, just as I was trying to forget –“

“ I’ve found you, how can I go. “

“ if they hear us, they will kill me, you and the children. I beg you, go. “

“ try to understand me, please trust me. “

“ you are so close and yet I am not even allowed to look at you. “

“ they say it might go on for days, his majesty takes his time when hunting. “

“ mother, will you also come ? “

“ it feels like I’m the baby, everyone looks after me, ‘ don’t do this’ , ‘ don’t do that. ‘ “

#rp memes

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stardustprompts · 2 years ago

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doctor sleep - stephen king sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; death , language , alcohol , violence

‘how did it make you feel, to know you weren’t alone anymore?’

‘how did it make you feel, to know you weren’t alone anymore? to know you weren’t the only one?’

‘the world has a way of keeping things in balance. I believe that.’

‘there’s a saying: when the pupil is ready, the teacher will appear. I was your teacher.’

‘you are my friend. you saved us.’

‘someday it will be your turn to be the teacher. the pupil will come.’

‘shut your mouth and open your ears. I think you’ll get the point. you’re far from stupid.’

‘you saved me. you brought me back.’

‘we’re all dying. the world’s just a hospice with fresh air.’

‘I need help.’

‘you’re sick and you’re tired, I can see that much.’

‘you’re sick and you’re tired, I can see that much. but are you sick and tired of being sick and tired?’

‘you’re one of the very few people who will ever get to see that. it’s embarrassing.’

‘i’m pretty scared. I didn’t think I would be, but I am.’

‘i’m scared there’s nothing. there was nothing before, we all know that, so doesn’t it stand to reason there’s nothing after?’

‘we never really end. I don’t know how that can be , or what it means, I only know that it is.’

‘who died and left you in charge?’

‘we all have a bottom. someday you’re going to have to tell somebody about yours.’

‘i’m the one who owes you, and more than I could ever repay.’

‘you’re not scared, are you? you don’t have to be. it’s over.’

‘i’m okay. really. I’m just glad to not be alone with this inside my head.’

‘i’m sorry. i’m a little on edge, alright?’

‘you don’t have to worry about me. I can take care of myself.’

‘nobody loves a smartass.’

‘you’d be surprised what a person can live with.’

‘get out of here, idiot. but give me another kiss first.’

‘I thought I’d feel better after a night’s sleep, but I didn’t get much.’

‘you’re as white as a sheet.’

‘fucking men. have to win, don’t you? always have to win.’

‘you know we can’t entirely trust (name) anymore, but I trust you. what’s your gut feeling?’

‘I don’t know how convincing I can be when I hardly believe it myself.’

‘I can’t believe this is happening.’

‘are we going to have a reasonable conversation, or—’

‘you wouldn’t dare. a coward like you would never dare.’

‘of course, if you take me up on it, I’ll wipe the floor with you.’

‘if you run, I’ll find you. and when I do, you’ll scream for hours before you die.’

‘if I were you, I’d run.’

‘if I were you, I’d run. it wouldn’t do you any good, but you’d live a little longer.’

‘the person who makes the mess is the one who should have to clean it up.’

‘you look like shit on a stick.’

‘what part of ‘shut up and listen’ don’t you understand?’

‘if I need you, you come.’

‘the past is gone, even though it defines the present.’

‘I couldn’t have said it better myself.’

‘you’ve got one hell of a temper.’

‘I almost killed you.’

‘(name), that’s an order.’

‘you’re a real piece of work.’

‘we’re going to finish this together.’

‘oh no, you’re the one who’s fucked.’

‘does it hurt? I hope it does. I hope it hurts a lot.’

‘see anything that shouldn’t be there?’

‘we’re only as sick as our secrets.’

‘why do I wish I could take it back?’

‘she would have killed us, so why do I wish I could take it back?’

‘is it the killing you wish you could take back, or the joy of the killing?’

‘you don’t have to be anyone’s doormat.’

‘just remember how dangerous your anger can be.’

#rp memes #rp sentence starters #rp prompts #literature prompts #literature sentence starters #horror prompts #horror sentence starters #stephen king sentence starters #stephen king prompts #doctor sleep prompts #doctor sleep sentence starters

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