#wip: roleplay

[tj-dragonblade]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @seiya-starsniper and @delta-pavonis - thank you! I have been working on three different wips the last couple of days so two tags, two snippets, both from bingo fics:

For the trapped in the frequency square, which is turning out very dry in the drafting:

His missing arcana and the existence of a dream vortex and the damage to his realm, they wear on him. He is stymied in his function, faced with questions and reminders of his absence at every turn, authority slipping through his fingers unexpectedly and leaving him off-balance, overly-harsh in his insistence that he knows what is best. When he discovers a ghost living in his realm and a child conceived of its presence, he is tired. The emotions that rise in the aftermath of evicting Lyta Hall and her dead husband, of Rose denouncing him, they leave him aching for some unspoken solace, and it is Hob and his welcoming smile that rise in his memory again.

But that is not their story, to seek comfort in one another's presence during hardship, and he has other matters still to attend to. He owes an apology to Lucienne; he has been intractable and unkind in his dealings with her, undeservedly. She is gracious in accepting, and brings with her good news in the form of Fiddler's Green, and then he is left with one more wayward nightmare to deal with and a vortex whom he must kill.

He is grateful, that it does not come to that; grateful that Lucienne and Unity Kincaid bring him an alternative solution at the very last moment. Their solution brings answers that enrage him, that wound deep to the core of him, and again, he finds himself wishing, when all is said and done and his sibling has been warned, to sit with his friend and share his tribulations.

It is an absurd wish, for again—that is not their story. Why does he yearn so strongly for a thing they have never had?

Hob would commiserate in his displeasure, he is somehow certain.

But it is not yet 2089.

And for the roleplay square, the fabulous @abyssalcryptid has given us this and this very inspiring (and nsfw) art, and I am drifting a little from the given visuals but they were the springboard for some student-seduces-teacher roleplay smut all the same:

"Spread your legs, sweetheart, lean back in my lap and stroke your pretty cock for me, show me how you do it when you fantasize about me—"

Dream obeys, hooking his stockinged legs over either of Hob's on the outside, bites his lip to catch a whimper at how it shifts him on Hob's dick. He leans back against Hob's chest with a little whine, tips his head onto Hob's shoulder, and Hob can't help pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Like this, Professor?" Dream asks, sounding just the right amount of breathless while both hands slide down his own body, one reaching to crumple the black plaid skirt up out of the way and the other grasping his cock. He arches against Hob with a moan at his own touch, and Hob brushes another kiss to his cheek, a bit breathless himself.

"Yeah, sweetheart, just like that," he murmurs, lacing the fingers of one hand with Dream's where it's gripped tight in the fabric of the skirt. "And this time, it really is me inside you, you don't have to pretend—"

Dream clenches around him, squirms as he strokes himself slowly, hesitantly, like he's shy about it; he's panting the sweetest little noises and Hob murmurs encouragement, runs his free hand up Dream's bare stomach, over the knot of his unbuttoned blouse and slips beneath it, searching out a nipple. He finds it covered by a layer of lace, and tuts his approval next to Dream's ear at the discovery. "Oh, love, you've dressed up so pretty for me, top to bottom, haven't you," he coos, enchanted. It shouldn't be as much of a turn on as it is, not when he's already seen the stockings and the shoes, when the black lace panties are on the floor at their feet, but knowing there's more to see under the saucy little shirt when they get there, that Dream's gone all-out on playing this scenario to the hilt, is just. So hot.

"Yes," Dream gasps, his strokes growing more confident. "It's all for you, I needed you to want—to want me as much as I want you—" He's squirming beautifully as Hob's fingertips trace over his nipple through the lace. "Professor—please—"

"You've no idea how much I want you, darling," he breathes, nibbling at Dream's earlobe, his cock throbbing in the warm sheath of Dream's arse. He spreads his legs wider, Dream's legs opening further with the motion and Dream gasps a soft cry at the shift, fist moving steadily over his cock, head arching back on Hob's shoulder. "Every day, I see you in class and I'm supposed to focus and teach? When all I want to do is lay you out naked on my desk and swallow your prick, turn you over and lick you open, fuck you with my tongue until you're good and ready to take my cock? Torture."

Tagging, no obligation, tag me in your existing post if you've just done it and I missed it: @kydrogendragon , @ralkana, @the-apocrypha, @five-and-dimes, @aquilathefighter, @teejaystumbles

[aiyve-rose]

New Hyperfixation Unlocked: Whitepine

Experimenting with this brush by drawing Ivory skajdjs

[leylila]

The Boat Boys “Etho is jealous over Joel but pretends to act indifferent but everyone keeps flirting with him so he breaks” fic in brewingggg

*sees the Swedishbeans interaction today*

IT’S BREWINGGG

[tharett]

Random old wips that I posted on Insta then immediately forgot about until recently 😼

I can't? Find the motivation to continue these (nuts) wips? But they are still pretty cute and wanted to share them here too 🫶🎀💕

(ALSO I GOT A JOB!!!!!🎉🎉

SO THAT MEANS MORE POSTPONED WORKS?? KINDA???? I'll try and get as many old drawings that I have so I can show you guys in the time being, until I get a solid, stable routine down jijijiji)

_

[Esp]

Unos bocetos random que subí en el Insta y completamente se borro de mi memoria hasta ahora 😼

La neta no puedo encontrar la motivación para completar estos bocetos?? Pero son buen adorables y los quise compartir aquí comoquiera 🫶🎀💕

(ES MÁS, TENGO EMPLEO!!!! 🎉🎉

ESO SIGNIFICA QUE ABRAN MAS TRABAJOS EN ESPERA?? MAS O MENOS??? Trataré de buscar los cuantos bocetos viejos que tenga por lo mientras yo me acostumbre a la nueva rutina de mi vida jijijiji)

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt: mirror mirror. tw: clonecest, unnegotiated scene including praise kink/dirty talk and roleplay/genderplay. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Match chokes and comes all over the mirror and the broken-off pipes in the wall. He tries to jerk back for more of Kon’s cock, and Kon really can't bring himself to stop him–if baby brother wants his whole damn dick to come on, well, he's spoiling him tonight, isn't he? 

So he lets Match jerk back into him, and braces himself with his TTK on reflex, and Match takes him all the way and then chokes again, harder, and moans his way through the rest of his orgasm with Kon’s whole damn dick buried to the hilt inside him, just like he apparently wants. He doesn’t move at all, otherwise; just enough to get Kon fully hilted, and just enough to shake and shudder his way through coming. 

Which–they both come a fucking lot, so their orgasms usually take a little longer than a baseline human's, Kon's pretty sure. Like, on average, anyway. Coming is one of the only things Match ever makes a mess doing, in fact. Kon doesn't know if it's a Kryptonian thing or a hybrid thing or just a “them” thing, but watching Match with his face and hands pressed up against the mirror and his ass taking all of him shudder his way through every single pulse of his aftershocks is a real, real good feeling. 

As is just how tight his hole’s clenching up through it. 

“That's my girl,” Kon barely manages as he forces himself to hold still, and strokes both hands down the other's ribs. Match makes another strangled noise, his shoulders jerking, and his cock spits one last pulse of come onto the fucked-up tiled wall to drip down it with all the rest of the kind of mess he'd never make otherwise. 

Match would never break anything accidentally. Never get flushed and out of breath. Never make a mess. Never look like this. 

Kon wants to fuck this fucking bastard ‘til he's fucking stupid. 

“You're so cute when you're gagging for it, baby girl,” he murmurs down the other's throat, stroking down to his hips and back up to his ribs. “You come so pretty, every time. Prettiest little bitch I know, with the cutest little tits and the tightest little pussy.” 

Match groans into the mirror. Kon’s still buried to the root inside him, so he misses literally nothing of the way Match clutches up all the harder around his cock when he tells him how tight his “pussy” is. It is exactly as fucking brain-melting and inconceivable as he would've expected it to be, as an experience, and he has to stifle a groan of his own. 

Still can't bring himself to shut up, though. 

“So tight,” he rasps, and grips Match’s hips as gently as he can make himself. Still doesn't move, though, just–“You're so good at this. Only cunt I ever wanna fuck. She's hugging my cock so sweet, baby. Does she still need more? Still want him to come in her?” 

Match's fingers just barely curl against the mirror, and he pants against the glass. Kon can see it fogging up, close as they're pressed together, and exhales hotly against Match’s neck in half-mimicry of the other’s panting. 

Match’s hole clutches up again, and Kon feels duly rewarded. 

“Well?” he asks, voice still low and raspy and fingertips just barely stroking Match’s hips. “Tell me what you want, princess.” 

Match turns his face just enough that Kon catches a glimpse of his dazed, half-focused eyes, looking absolutely fucking cock-drunk, and then slurs out, “Harder, Daddy.” 

Kon does not actually have the self-control not to fuck him into the wall for that. 

Not even a little bit does he have the self-control for that. 

[mr-laveau]

Now stick with me here, Love helping Des figure out how they like to be touched and kissed–not a big concept but one that actually gets my brain going

[welcometololaland]

thanks for the tags @strandnreyes @orchidscript @thesleepyskipper @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom

@whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @ironheartwriter @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

i present some more roleplay content from the ring-in 2.0.

“Rude,” TK grumbles, before apparently switching tack. It’s abundantly clear that their snarky back and forth has not dissuaded him from the roleplay idea. “But not untrue. Anyway, you’re the criminal—” “That doesn’t make any sense,” Carlos interjects. “I’m the one who has the background knowledge of law enforcement.” “Okay, so,” TK says slowly, eyeing Carlos off as he picks up another fry and bites into it, “we’re not necessarily going for accuracy here.” Carlos ignores that statement. If they’re not going to be accurate, they can revert back to the gas station attendant and customer idea. Inaccuracies are just going to distract him. “I think we should also acknowledge that the non-law enforcement participant is only an alleged criminal.” “Fine, whatever,” TK says, frowning slightly. “You’re that guy.”

open tag and some tags below and ALSO if you haven't read the gas station/customer roleplay jen wrote, you SHOULD! it's hilarious.

@rmd-writes (perhaps some of your 1.4k of fire???) @reyesstrand (what is your current project i must know 👀) @liminalmemories21 (knave-verse for me??) @thisbuildinghasfeelings (do we have an update on the Carlos piece or the babe/baby?? @nancys-braids (i need to know if marjan is overcoming her fire trauma by kissing nancy.)

@bonheur-cafe (i think you left us last wednesday on kissing and running away and i must know more) @alrightbuckaroo (another something to give each other snippet? a tasty treat?) @chicgeekgirl89 per chance summer fic - are tarlos still babysitting?) @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad (is there a sassy sophie line from today?) @captain-gillian (i think last seven sentence sunday i saw was a nancy/marjan co-piloted by tarlos trying to be emotional support best friends?!)

@americansrequiems (for some reason tumblr didn't show me your seven sentence sunday but I LOVED the format!!! is there more?) @fitzherbertssmolder (any prompt fill wips?) @freneticfloetry (is it a tarlos week or a firstprince week i am excited to find out!)

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Current lineart go brrrr

👀👀👀 imma try and get three pics done today.

EDIT: why y'all ain't tell me yall couldn't see the pic at first lolol

Smh.. the background ain't supposed to be dark but as long as y'all can see it 😩 Imma see how coloring it goes 👀

[prokopetz]

I have a pinned post for my games in development, but it doesn't really describe what they're about, and apparently this is something we're doing today, so:

My games in development, in rough order of priority:

(Note: all of these have public playtest drafts behind the links.)

Eat God

A game about weird little anarchist muppets with reality-warping powers themed after classic Looney Tunes gags wandering around a classic sword-and-sorcery fantasy setting stirring up trouble. Roughly 50% character creation rules by volume, with provisions for randomising every part of it; the linked draft, above, includes an online character generator if you want to play with it. The mechanics are a sort of elaborated spiritual successor to Costume Fairy Adventures, a game whose development I headed up about a decade ago.

Current status: actively writing, hopefully zeroing in on a feature-complete playtest draft within the next month or two.

Tiny Frog Wizards

One of my customarily literal titles, this is a game where you play as wizards who are tiny frogs. Features elaborate semi-freeform rules for casting spells, lots of big stupid random tables for when spells go off the rails, and absolutely no mechanics for anything that isn't casting a spell; it's a very focused sort of game. Narratively, it's a game about being an overpowered little twerp sticking your nose into other people's problems and offering solutions no-one asked for. Portions of the rules crib shamelessly from @jennamoran's Nobilis 3rd Edition, for which I offer acknowledgement but no apologies.

Current status: development of the text has been set aside for the moment to work on visual identity, with an eye toward crowdfunding an expanded hardcover edition later in the year.

Space Gerbils

A tactical mecha combat game with a very silly twist: the entirety of the tactical positioning occurs inside the mecha, because the game's premise is basically "what if instead of the Big Reveal at the end of Metroid (1986) being that Samus Aran is secretly a girl, Samus Aran was secretly 3–5 small gerbil-like creatures operating a person-size mech suit?" Players engage in positional jockeying and resource management to determine which stations they're crewing within the suit, which is boiled down to a single roll of the dice to determine what happens outside the suit. Includes papercraft minifigs.

Current status: essentially feature-complete, apart from some character creation options and a planned random mission generator; this will likely be the next game I crowdfund after Tiny Frog Wizards.

Indie RPG Prompt Generator [working title]

Essentially a joke that got out of hand, this is a big set of random tables of common indie RPG tropes that you can roll on to generate a description of a hypothetical game, complete with specific rules toys and setting beats. I probably could have finished this up already, but I decided to include examples of each rolled element, which turned into this big hairy research project I'm not able to give adequate attention to right now. If you've got a game of your own that you think would be a good fit for a presently unfilled example slot, please, let me know!

Current status: plugging away at it in bits and pieces as I'm able.

Three Raccoons in a Trenchcoat

This is an anthology consisting of three minigames: the eponymous Three Raccoons in a Trenchcoat, which is self-explanatory; Unfamiliar, in which you play as uncooperative wizards' familiars; and System Crash, in which you play as malfunctioning robots. More a series of formal experiments in character creation and group composition than proper full-featured games, all share the same core mechanics, with milieu-specific addons of varying practicality; for example, System Crash has specific rules for which senses each player is allowed to use when asking the GM for information, because it's completely possible to have a group in which only one of the robots can see. Large portions of Unfamiliar were later re-used in Eat God, above.

Current status: I have a list of notes as long as your arm on planned changes to integrate into the text, and I'm confident I'll get around to doing so one of these years.

Gone to Hell

Literally a Doom (2016) pastiche as a Belonging Outside Belonging game, which is just as silly an idea as it sounds; grown out of an earlier 24-hour RPG called Doomguy. The central conceit is that there's only a single player character, with players taking turns assuming the role of the Slayer, while everyone else takes ownership of the various hostile factions comprising the game's conspiratorial twelve-car pileup of a plot. Lots of pontificating about the implicit power structures of tabletop RPG groups. This one probably needs a full rewrite in order to lend a bit more formal structure to the "one player character, many GMs" conceit than out-of-the-box BOB offers.

Current status: I have not looked at this game in three years, which is actually a really long time for me.

Rotate Bird

Another of my "is this a formal experiment or a real game" titles, this one revolves around constructing characters out of abstract symbols, which are interpreted during play to retroactively define what your character is actually capable of doing. Even the title seen above is an interpretive approximation; strictly speaking, the game is called 🔄🐦. Possibly the most shitposty game I've ever written, which is saying something, but based on playtest feedback it seems functional.

Current status: the only reason this is listed as lower in priority than Gone to Hell is because I genuinely don't know what to do with it. It's probably publishable, with some cleanup editing and graphic design, but it feels like there's something missing. I'm open to suggestions!

Get in the Fucking Robot

A pamphlet-size, competitive, GMless title that's at least as much a board game as it is a tabletop RPG, this one is about a bunch of dysfunctional candidate mecha pilots competing to be the first to pilot the titular giant robot. The game is played under misère conditions: while each character's IC goal is to pilot the robot, each player's OOC goal is to avoid that fate, with the player whose character actually Gets in the Fucking Robot being accounted the loser.

Current status: playtesting suggests the current framework of play doesn't actually work – like, at all – so this one needs to go all the way back to the drawing board; I don't feel like doing that any time soon, which puts it squarely at the bottom of the list.

[leneemusing]

reblog this and put in the tags what the current theme song of your muse is

[casycloud090]

MORE WIP!!

Roblox Game coming whenever idk

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Would love to hear about The Gang Plays D&D :)

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

I'm SO CLOSE to being finished with this fic. By which I mean I'm 40k in and praying it doesn't go over 50k. Please little fic, please, I'm begging you, do NOT grow up big and strong, stay a reasonable length!

For those of you who might be new and missed the various snippets I've shared, this fic is about the 118 starting a D&D campaign DM'd by Bobby where Buck and Eddie promptly romance one another's characters and refuse to admit that they're romancing one another in real life. Shenanigans ensue.

"What kind of shenanigans?" you ask. Well, I'm so glad you did! Have a snippet:

I want that. I want you. His hips twitch, trying to rut up into the heel of his hand where it’s pressed to his cock. Eddie breathes carefully through his nose. He is not going to get off to this. He’s not. Atton’s going kiss him a lot for that. And then he’s going to wait is there lube? There’s lube in this setting right? Do not fucking text Bobby to ask him if this setting has lube. Yes it has lube. People are people, Buck. Okay but like. What is the lube like. Would we have any? Do you want to roll for it? There’s a suspiciously long pause so Eddie adds, Buck for the love of god you are not rolling a d20 to find out if our characters have lube. They have something, okay? They have like face cream that can also be used as lube. Hey now a lot of creams are topical use only! Buck you have a man with his legs spread willing to fuck you, you have lube. Christ yeah okay fine there’s lube. Eddie closes his eyes, switches to voice-to-text, and resigns himself to burning in Hell. “Pass it to me. I want to feel you open up on my fingers.” He’ll make a really embarrassing noise at that. Eddie can’t help the smirk that slides across his face, imagining Buck responding for real. “Aww, was that a whine, sweetheart?” Fuck you no it wasn’t. Help me out of this stupid robe. “With pleasure.” Buck’s response comes in suspiciously fast given all the words it contains and how much typing it would’ve needed. It’s going to take a minute because I’m going to keep kissing you. Kind of hard to undress each other when we keep kissing but I don’t care I don’t want to stop. You feel really good against me.

Surely this is completely normal behavior and won't blow up in their faces. :3

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Still looking for a wholesome gift? Well, this is not it, but you can download it anyway.

Find it here

The book is available for free, as pdf or epub. As always, the epub contains image descriptions for the illustrations, the pdf does not.

Detailed Content Warnings | WIP Masterpost

[suzukiblu]

For WIP-not-wednesday I gotta ask for mirror, mirror please. Every snippet of it you've shared has me frothing at the mouth, it's so good

“Fuck you,” Match gasps, and Kon nuzzles his throat again; rubs the pad of his thumb across the other's nipple and squeezes the arm he has around him again, and rocks his cock in slow. Match makes the closest thing to a “breathy” noise that Kon has ever heard him make and slumps forward heavier against the mirror, and tilts his hips back up and into him. Kon barely keeps a leash on himself. He's pretty sure he only manages it because he can't even believe he's getting this much of a reaction out of the bastard, but he'll take it. 

“Don't worry, I'll make sure you get to come on my cock as many times as you want tonight,” he purrs against Match’s pulse, and feels his gut burn even hotter when he hears it jump. “I'll even let you sit in my lap and keep him warm after.” 

Match makes an absolute croak of a noise. Kon presses a kiss against his throat while he's trying not to lose his entire fucking mind about it, then nuzzles him again and keeps rolling his hips into his slow and steady, over and over, and keeps Match’s body held tight against his own. The bathroom shudders again. 

Kon wants to fuck the bastard until the other strips the fucking tile off the walls. 

“Sounds fun, right?” he breathes, squeezing Match’s pec again. “You can just stay on my cock and stay my special little baby girl all night, just like you like.” 

Match curses, or at least probably he's cursing. It's a little hard to tell what he's saying, with his teeth clenched so tight. Definitely sounds like cursing, though. 

Like. Very definitely.

“I know, I know, your pussy wants to come so bad, doesn’t it, baby girl,” Kon croons soothingly at him, and again barely doesn't lose his own damn mind about this. He slides both hands up to cup Match’s chest again and press his pecs together; slides his cock into him with a metronome-steady rhythm he has to use his TTK to help himself keep. “It's okay, you can do it. I know you can. Do you need a little help? Need me to rub your cute little clit or just give you a nice big load in your–” 

Match chokes and comes all over the mirror and the broken-off pipes in the wall.

[trophycannibal]

a wip sunday snippet in which grace should consider being the change she wants to see in the world (kissing fred):

Her eyes dropped to Freddie’s lips for the fifth time in as many minutes. Freddie, like always, looked so kissable. Her palpable excitement was like a rope pulling her in and Grace couldn't help wishing to reach the end. She had fantasized about it often over the years.

The soft, dim light of the fairy lights glowed on their skin, setting everything in a quieter, more intimate manner, as they danced around the apartment to a variety playlist – playing everything from funk to metal to pop and more. Raindrops splattered outside filling the spaces around the music and their breaths with ambient sound. The smell of potstickers and fried rice still permeated the apartment from their dinner. White takeout boxes sat on the counters, some open, others closed, but their contents otherwise forgotten for now. An instrumental jazz-funk song came on and time slowed when Freddie looked into Grace’s eyes. Her dark brown eyes looked even darker in the dim light, but they were still just as beautiful as ever, and Grace could see them soften, a hesitancy grow in them and then dissolve. Somehow the mood finally struck right and Freddie’s bravery stuck. Lifting one hand up, she caressed Grace’s cheek, sending tingles throughout her body from the gentle, slow contact. Then like a wish whispered quietly in the waning moments of sunlight, Freddie leaned down and captured Grace’s lips with her own, taking a leap of faith that sent both of their hearts racing.

It was dumb. Neither of them were right. But it became about the principle of the matter. The sooner Freddie admitted that Almond Joy should be renamed to something that emphasized the coconut in the treat, the sooner they could get back to planning their trip to see Hadestown. But no. Freddie kept insisting they should be called Almond Blues because of the blue packaging and there not being enough almonds, which “gives you the almond blues.” It was ridiculous. But there was fire in Freddie’s animated eyes and probably Grace’s too. Neither of them were budging on this highly unimportant matter. Arms swung through the air as they each plead their cases again. Voices rising as over trodden points were reiterated, interrupting the other as they thought of new counterpoints, their passions as bright as the sun beaming in through the window. And then it came to a standstill. Freddie’s lips were pressed hard against Grace’s, redirecting the flow of her passion, pouring it directly into Grace, who burned hot from desire.

Adrenaline from the show had worn off and the chill atmosphere of the after-show ritual had set in. Grace was only half-listening as Kaz talked about his ideas for his D&D character from the other side of the booth. Brian seemed all too aware that he had been leaning in and tried to subtly reposition himself further away despite the not-so-subtle blush he sported on his face. Sitting across from each other, they were like 2 sides of the same coin, desperately in love with the friend sitting next to them. Grace put her hands on the cherry table directly into one of the wet spots created from the condensation from her drinks and immediately put them back down, rubbing the wetness off onto her pants. She leaned into Freddie, who remained as still as a statue beside her. A beautiful, wonderful statue that she would never tire of admiring. The vibrations of Freddie’s vocal chords reverberated through her as she made suggestions to Kaz. Then she turned her gaze down to Grace, who felt rather snug against her arm. The fabric of her jacket was like a comforting memory against her skin. Freddie offered to buy her another beer and Grace straightened in the torn red leather seats. Almost as if it was habitual, Freddie gave Grace a quick peck and then set about procuring another beer.

Grace had thought of a thousand different situations where Freddie kissed her. This time was no different. She wanted Freddie to finally get the hint and do it.

[vroombeams]

🖍 you've already gotten a bunch of these but im going to be greedy and add one more hehe <3

anything for u sam my sam <3 under the cut bc it's got more dick in it i guess LOL

“Do you think I could try,” Oscar says, all breathless enthusiasm and fluttering lashes, “with my mouth?” Mark’s dick actually jerks in Oscar's hand. It’s like he's thrown back into every porno he’s ever watched—the blurry POV shots, pretty girls on their knees in schoolgirl outfits acting like they’ve never seen a cock before in their lives. He wonders, in a distinctly caveman-ish sort of way, if Oscar would ever let him film him like this. If Oscar would wear a plaid mini-skirt for him, a little button-up left half undone. “Only if you’re comfortable, love,” Mark says, voice cracking. It’s the most out of character he’s gone this whole time. He’s never turned down head in his life.

wip procrastination game