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slamminslamminmcgill · 4 months

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I LITERALLY ONLY FINISHED EP 1 OF TLOU BEFORE WRITING THIS 😭 this man just has me going fucking insane rn i had to word vomit. spent my whole day on this bc im delulu

warning: homophobia and transphobia, trans fetishization, degradation/humiliation, slurs, vaginal sex, rough oral sex, NASTY daddy kink (like… borderline incest rp and ddlb maybe idk i just work here), hanky code, spit kink, breeding kink, gags, drug dealing (weed and opioids), reader is a sex worker/weed dealer with clit piercings

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy/kitty, clit/(t-)dick

It started as a drug deal. A bad habit picked up after top surgery. A rumor that this guy sold opioids. A wink and a nod of the head from across the plaza during a hanging. A few hankies tucked in your jeans, two shades of blue on the right, light green and a flag on the left. You were never sure if he knew what they meant. You’d never had the chance to ask. Until today, you happened to have a favor to ask him.

“Look, you know I’m usually reliable, right? If you could just gimme more time, I promise I’ll get you an ounce on Monday, on me.” That was a pretty decent offer. You usually gave him a quarter of bud every trade, so an ounce for the same price was surely nothing to sneeze at.

“If you’re not ready today, you ain’t gettin’ shit today. Sorry, kid.” Fuck. Ah, well. At least he wasn’t mad at you. Plus, he always called you ‘kid’. It made sense, since he was definitely old enough to be your dad. Maybe he had a soft spot for you. And he certainly met the diagnostic criteria for DILF, but goddamnit, your gaydar couldn’t get a reading on him. You figured the best way to find out for sure would be to offer up your other goods and services and see if he takes the bait.

“Well, uh… maybe there’s…” You took a step closer to him, putting all your weight into your hips hoping they’d jump out at him, “…something else I can offer you?”

They didn’t. His stare never shifted from your face. “Like what?” Joel asked unclockably.

You took the tips of your hankies between your fingers and held them out to him, spreading your wings, a display for attracting mates not unlike that of a peacock. “You know what these mean?” You asked with a quirk in the brow and some devious faggotry in your voice.

Joel crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, a cocky, almost sort of try me type stance. “What do they mean?”

You named your hankies, one-by-one. Green, “This one means I’m a sex worker,” Trans, “This one means I have a pussy,” Navy, “This one means I get fucked,” and Cyan, “This one means I suck co-“

“I’m sorry, that one means what?” Joel interrupted, and pointed at your trans flag. He wasn’t just gonna let you gloss over that, just as you’d hoped.

“Oh, this one?” You pinched the tail of the trans flag and let the rest fall to your sides. A cheeky, cherubic, chaotic smile on your face as you taunted him. “It means I have a pussy. I’m trans.”

Joel’s face contorted in a few spasms of different emotions. A blink of shock, a blip of disgust, a second of intrigue, ‘til he landed on confusion. “So, uh…” His eyes crawled downwards to your crotch, then back up to you. “…how’s that work?”

Sure, you could give him the polite conversation explanation of the transmasculine identity, gender dysphoria and its treatments. Or, you could give the simplest and sexiest possible definition that would appeal to Schrödinger’s Straight Man over here. “Was born a girl, cut my tits off, shot up testosterone, and now I’m a man, but I kept my cunt.”

“Fuckin’ Christ…” He grunted, then cleared his throat, trying his damndest to remain calm and bloodbend his newfound erection away. Today was the wrong day for the light wash jeans. His growing bulge was the visual feedback of your influence on him.

A by-the-book boypussy sales pitch. Testing well with the focus group. You took another step with a sway of the hips, encroaching on his personal space but not penetrating it just yet. “Well? Whaddaya think?”

Joel bit his lip and said nothing for a moment. It seemed he was taking his time to figure out what exactly he did think about your revelation. “…Just 2 pills?”

“Just 2 pills…” You nodded, “Just enough to last me the weekend…” and took another step closer, then one more, until you could reach out and rub his bicep. “I’ll bump you up to an ounce, get it to you on Monday…” Your curious fingers started to trail down his arms and over to his delightfully soft dad-bod tummy. “And I’ll show you a good time today… Show you something you’ve never seen before…”

To say you were coming on pretty strong would be a massive understatement. And, hell, touching him? You were coming on like you had a death wish. Your hand slid downward, down to the heat he was packing in his pants, and stroking his rifle in your game of tactile Russian Roulette.

You loaded the chamber…

“All for just two little pills. So?”

Spun the barrel…

“What do you say?”

And pulled the trigger.

“Please, Daddy?”

And with those two whorish words, he snapped. Joel grabbed you by the wrist and slammed you into the brick wall behind him. You gasped in shock and winced in pain. It happened so fast, you barely had any time to think about the mistake you’d just made, but before you could choke out an I’m sorry, his lips were on yours. You moaned into the kiss and he snarled into it, slobbering all over each other in a fit of lust.

“Bratty little fuckin’ queer. So you’re saying you have a cunt, huh, boy? No bullshit?” Joel sneered as he shoved his hand between your legs. He grabbed your crotch and squeezed it tight, delighted to find no bulge, nothing in his way but a few layers of clothing. “Ooh, damn, kiddo, guess you’re right. Ain’t you fuckin’ special…” He let your wrist fall so he could grab your jaw. “Open,” he commanded, and your lips obliged. He spat into your open mouth, and then his lips were back on you.

Your hands scrambled for purchase on his back, eventually clutching his hair and his shirt for lifelines. The second you’d laid eyes on this guy, you knew he’d be a good fuck, and you couldn’t believe your luck. That monumental gamble you took just now had won you the jackpot, and now it was time to bask in your victory.

Joel grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you out of the kiss. “You want your fuckin’ pills, cuntboy?”

“Yeees…” That was why you originally came to him, yes, but now you wanted a whole lot more.

“You want those fuckin’ pills?”

“Yeees, yes, I wan-em…”

“Say please.”

“Pleeease…”

“Please, what?”

“Pleeease, Daddyyy… P-Please, Daddy, I wan- I wan’ the pills…”

“You gonna suck your Daddy’s cock for ‘em?”

“Y-Yeees, Daddyyy…”

“So do it.”

Joel dropped you and let you stumble onto your knees in front of him. You rocked back and forth impatiently as he undid his belt and fished his cock out of his jeans. As you suspected, it was massive, flushed an angry shade of red, and throbbing painfully. He gave it a tantalizing stroke, peeling back the foreskin and pulling it taut on the rebound. You licked your lips at the precum leaking from its slit, waiting for his instruction.

“Open,” He demanded once more. You acquiesced, opening your mouth wide enough for him to stuff his cock in your throat. He let out a deep, husky, growl as he slid down your airway. “Yeahhh, that’s it… That’s it, kiddo…”

Even in your dickdrunk, cockgagged haze, you could guess what was coming next. In preparation, you braced yourself with your hands on his hips, and relaxed your throat as best you could for him to fuck it. Turns out, your intuition was right.

“Fuck, yeah, fuckin’… Fuckin’ choke on it, whore… Choke on Daddy’s cock.” He grunted, grabbed your hair, and held you still while he thrusted into your mouth unforgivably. Tears, snot, and drool were running down your face in no time, and Joel was loving it. “Aw, look at that, yeah, good boy…”

You whined reflexively at the praise, accidentally sucking some spit into your windpipe and choking you in a less sexy and more dangerous manner than intended. Your eyes bulged open and you slapped his thigh twice, tapping out. Thankfully, he got the hint and let you go.

You coughed up the spit and smacked your own chest to clear your airway. “Sorry… Wrong pipe…”

“Take your time.” Joel replied, “Not try’na kill ya.”

Once you could regulate your breathing and you were sure you weren’t at risk of death by blowjob, you got back to work, at your own pace this time. You had the chance to explore him. Stroking and squeezing his shaft and his sack, fluttering your tongue underneath his tip, licking long stripes from the balls to the head. Less force, but no less intensity.

“Ngh, little faggot sure knows his way around a cock, don’t he?” Joel snickered and ruffled your hair. “So good at this, I would’a never believed you don’t got one yourself.”

True, you may not have been blessed with a cock attached to you, but you’d gotten plenty inside you. Not exactly your hometown, but familiar terrain nonetheless. When you felt like you could, you swallowed his length whole, swiping your tongue along his balls as you gagged. Joel threw his head back and moaned into the air, and then, you rode him with your throat again.

“Fu-u-uck, oh, shit, yeah… Yeah, you suck Daddy’s cock… Suck your old man’s cock for pills, and you’ll get ‘em, son... You’ll get ‘em, you fuckin’ junkie.”

You’d honestly forgotten this was about pills. You just got so caught up in the love of the sport, it had totally slipped your mind. Though dangling the carrot of oxies in front of your spit-drenched face was as good an incentive as any, and despite the burning in your windpipe, you sucked him with more power, more speed, more emotion, and more determination. You could taste victory leaking and throbbing on your tongue.

“F-Fuck… I-… I can’t…” Joel’s face was a picture of overwhelming pleasure. He had to pull you off. His wet, pulsating cock popped out of your mouth, and he huffed and puffed wiping sweat from his brow. “As much as I’d like to dump a load in your stomach…” He nudged his boot in between your legs, right up against your burning cunt. “I need to see your specialty, first.” He extended a hand to help you off your knees, then when you stood, hugged you to him and spanked each of your ass cheeks, jiggling them both as he gave his next order. “Take off your pants and bend over. Let Daddy see that pretty kitty of yours.”

You giggled, a goofy, stupid slutty smile on your face, and nodded. “Hehehe, okay… Okay…” You unbuckled your pants and let your jeans drop to the dirt. You stepped out of them and kicked them aside. You turned 90 degrees, put your hands on the brick wall, and stuck your ass out to Joel. He took his place behind you, grabbed your ass, and spread you open to take a peek at your holes. You shivered as the cool breeze ran over your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time I saw a cunt like this…” Two of his fingers traced your slit then spread your lips, exposing yourself even more to him. He chuckled when he saw your dick piercing. “‘Specially not one with these fancy hood ornaments.” He couldn’t resist the urge to tug on the jewelry.

Naturally, your knees buckled beneath you and you slid down the wall. “A-Ah!” You squeaked, “F-Fuck! S-Sen-Sensitive!” You tried to warn him, but really you were showing off your weak point with the conspicuousness of a video game boss fight.

“Oh, yeah?” Joel scoffed and supplemented it with a smack on the ass. You could feel him kneel down behind you, and he said, “Good.”

And then his lips were on your t-dick and sucking it like a leech.

You had to scream, bad, but it was broad fucking daylight and FEDRA could show up at any second. Instead, you bit down on your hand, sinking all the energy into your teeth as your body collapsed in on itself. Before long, your cunt was dripping down into his mouth, so much so, that there was an audible splash when his lips let you go.

“Christ, you’re a mess. Gonna ruin my fuckin jeans, ‘f I don’t take ‘em off.” Joel stood up and out of his own pants then tossed them beside yours. You heard some more rustling of clothing, felt a swipe up your pussy, then a tap on your lips with wet fingertips. “Open,” he instructed yet again.

You opened your mouth to lick and suck at his fingers, or so you thought. Instead, they pulled away and gagged you with one of your own hankies. Judging purely by the texture, you deduced that it was the trans flag. You relaxed and let him tie the gag more comfortably.

“There.” Joel said, patting you on the ass affirmatively. “Now I don’t gotta worry ‘bout you bein’ a fuckin’ screamer.” Two strong hands took your hips and lined him up with his target. You could feel his head prodding, but not breaching your hole. “Ready?”

You bit down on the gag and nodded feverishly at him. He poked your hole once, then twice, then started to push in and ohmyfuckinggodhe’shugeimeanyouknewthatalreadybutfuckitfeelsbetterthanyouthoughtitwould.

Without the ability to articulate any of those words, you whimpered through the gag and clawed at the wall like a cat trying to get in the bathroom.

“Biiig stretch, kiddo, that’s it…” Joel groaned, “That’s a good boy… Daddy’s almost in…”

Almost in? What the fuck did he mean by-ohshitthatswhatthefuckhemeantbyalmostin… He was so fucking thick that the stretch nearly burned, and long enough to feel like he was excavating your pussy to make room for himself. It was mind-numbing how big he was. He took up not only all the space in your cunt but in your brain as well. You’d never had someone dig so fucking deep.

“There you go, nice and full.” He leaned down to kiss your neck and pin your wrists together above your head. “Daddy’s perfect little cocksleeve…”

He withdrew his hips, practically taking your cunt with him on the way out since it refused to let go, and then speared his cock back into you. His thrust was a shockwave that rocked through your whole body. You let out a garbled moan into the spit-drenched fabric each time he did it. Eventually, he had a steady tempo going.

“Nghhh, so fucking tight… Real fuckin’ tight for a whore. And you’re fuckin’ soaked…” He gave your ass another swat, then stopped moving for a moment. “C’mon, slut, fuck yourself back on your Daddy’s dick. Ride your Daddy’s dick, now-yeahhh, that’s it…” He purred as you started to bounce your ass on him. For a little extra encouragement, he reached out to pet your hair. And for some guidance and a little extra oomph, he slammed his hips forward in time with yours, making his cock hit you twice as hard. “That’s a good boy…”

It was unbelievable, almost intolerable how good he felt. You almost couldn’t bear the thought of fucking any of your regular clients ever again. This was a Flowers for Algernon-type dicking, the absolute pinnacle of nasty sex for just a little while, and you’ll spend the rest of your sex life downhill from here. You’d like to hope that wouldn’t be the case, but none of the other dick you’d gotten in the past could even compare.

And it all stemmed from asking for a front on some oxies.

Joel reminded you of that when he said, “Next time you’re needing a front, I’ll-ngh… I’ll make you work for it, whore… Take you home and fuck you in the ass instead… Let you scream as loud as you need to… Let that little pussy weep for me and it’s gettin’ nothin’… You want some painkillers, then you gon’ hurt for ‘em, son…”

Honestly, the idea of a ‘next time’ had you excited regardless of what hole he wanted to bust open. If you were lucky, maybe it’d be out of mutual enjoyment rather than an exchange. Soon, he struck that special spot inside you, that inner button that has you seeing stars and screaming obscenities into the flag gag. Your hands balled into fists and pounded at the wall. It was getting to be too much to bear. Of course, with your flag in the way, your cries of Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna come! sounded as, “Auck! Auck! Ah gah-ah cah!”

Luckily, Joel spoke fluent slut. “You’re gonna cum? Gonna cum for your daddy?” He knotted his fingers in your hair and yanked you up against his chest. He shoved you both forward until you hit brick, and without an inch of space for you to squirm, he rutted into you relentlessly. “Then do it, slut. Cum on your daddy’s cock. Daddy wants to feel his little man cum all over him.”

God, how could a sentence be so nurturing and so nasty at the same time? So sweet and yet so fucking sick? Regardless of Sigmund Freud screaming ‘I told you so’ somewhere in your head, you came buckets, splashing Joel’s thighs with pussy juice on his every thrust. Your legs gave out around the fourth or fifth gush, and Joel had to hold you up for him to finish.

“Fuck, yeah, keep coming, keep coming, baby, Daddy’s close…” Joel groaned. Every word he said grew more vile and more primal than the last. His only need was to breed. “Daddy’s gonna knock you up, son… Gonna dump some brothers and sisters into ya… ‘N’ you’re gonna fuckin’ take it… Ngh, gonna take my fuckin’ load in ya ‘cause you’re a little cumdump pussyboy whore… ‘S what you’re meant for-shit… Shit!”

He squeezed your body tight and growled into your ear. Hot spurts of his cum flooded your battered cunt. On any other occasion, you’d cringe at some rando calling his load your siblings, but it just felt so good. You couldn’t give less of a fuck what he called it. And it’s not like he was your actual father. He was committing to the bit, a bit that had you mewing and sobbing with pleasure and repressed emotion, but that was a problem for your therapist later.

The world went still as you both came down from orbit. The rest of the QZ didn’t exist in that moment. It was just you and your “daddy”, a man twice your age that you trade drugs with and who just busted a nut in you. Honestly, still a better father figure than most. Closest thing to a dad you had for damn sure.

You felt that paternal vibe from him as he kissed the side of your neck. “You okay, little guy?” Joel asked tenderly. He untied the gag and tossed the flag by your jeans, letting you answer him.

“Mm… Mhm… I’m okay…” You stuttered, still counting on his grip to keep you standing.

“Good boy.” A few quick pecks to your neck and he slipped out, a few drops of his kids pooling in the dirt below you. “Now get dressed. I got shit to do.” He demanded with a final slap on your ass.

You stumbled over to your pants, leaning onto the wall to guide yourself. Even after dressing himself, Joel got to them first, and held them out for you to step into.

“Yeah, there you go, kid. You’re okay.” He cooed, and then clapped you on the shoulders to get your attention. Your head snapped up to see him reach into his pocket and pull out a plastic bag wrapped in tinfoil. He fished out two white pills and gave them to you, just as you agreed to.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it,” You gave him a shy smile, feeling grateful for the front and the frenzied faux-father-son fucking he just bestowed upon you. “Oh, and, uh… I… I had a good time, s-so if you ever wanna-“

“I’ll see you Monday, kid.”

#i am UNWELL #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #the last of us x reader #the last of us smut #tlou x reader #tlou smut #what the FUCK do i tag this #dd/lb #daddy k!nk #slurs

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nettiie · 1 year

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DemonFord and HumanBill AU! Based on an rp with me and my bud @rextyleart . Whacky dude befriends a kid in his research and makes a deal with a knowledge demon to reach his goals.

Demonford design by @/owlapinart !! ♡ ´･ᴗ･ `♡

#gravity falls #billford #dipcifica #bill cipher #stanford pines #ford pines #gf #my art #gravity falls fanart

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rextyleart · 1 year

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More stuff for Kryptos, from me and my buddy's AU. :B

#kryptos #henchmaniacs #henchmaniac #weirdmageddon #gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #gf #my art #reverse falls #kinda >_>#its complicated #sorry heh #me and my bud's rp universe #iys au #iys reverse falls iys #v-v

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havanillas · 7 days

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Your Mermaid Aven in the au has me slain I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HSHDSAHDSAHSAIHSDHASHDHWHISAD

I had a question! Actually!!! I'm the mod of @aventurine-official and I run a few other blogs for other Aventurines too (Bossven and Kakavasha currently) and I was wondering if I could start another rp blog for him with your Merman concept, with creds to your art and ideas ofc!!!

I just can't get the idea out of my head kgxsskagagdg the Aventio brainrot gets more vicious every day...

Anyways do let me know if it's possible!!! I just wanted your permission jvskgsagk I know it sounds silly

I hope you're well!

~ Mod Minie

i'm not the most familiar with the rp community but i don't see why not

thanks for reaching out to me bud I appreciate it

i'm interested to see how it goes

#thanks for the ask

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captainqster · 23 days

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Because I am a sucker for the best friend > pining pipeline, can you PLEASE tell me more about your character's love for their only friend?

Can I tell you more? Can I tell you more??? OKAY HERE IT GOES

Sorry for the essay but the context is important (to me)

Ilya (my oc) and his friend Gia (@reap-the-game's oc) are both products of abuse by their Wood-Warder master and Garlean not-husband respectively. Ilya’s first love was murdered by his master, prompting his exile from Golmore, and Gia has a long history rife with mistreatment of a sensitive nature. While Ilya’s trauma resulted in a man who conceals his emotions and wants to be seen as a capable protector, Gia’s made him overly accommodating and willing to go to nearly any lengths to avoid violence, even if what he’ll provide means ruining a budding friendship.

At present day, Ilya has been self-isolating while living in Gridania. He meets Gia, who’s overly friendly and touchy (and frightfully perceptive) and Ilya has to face how touch-starved and lonely he’s been. They immediately latch onto each other. Day and night, every possible second spent together, sharing a bed and each meal, etc. More and more Ilya finds that the man he really is (playful, questioning, confident) is a man he’s allowed to be around Gia without punishment, while Ilya goes about encouraging Gia’s autonomy, even slowly trying to teach him to be more selfish.

However, because Gia has negative affiliations with sex and relationships, Ilya has resolved to keep his feelings hidden because he would rather have Gia as a forever friend than risk losing his company. Ilya is very much a worshipful guard dog for Gia.

(Amusing note: Ilya is 26 while Gia is in his 40’s. Gia got a divorce and then went out and got himself a beefy young stud)

I will say at this point the boys have engaged in sloppy makeouts and Gia realizes he has feelings for Ilya but doesn’t understand what those feelings are. Ilya refuses to give any input. He is just smiling and enjoying their time together because he’s young and in love.

Also our rp has been going on pretty steadily for...almost a year and a half now and we have quite a bit planned out. Some favorite moments of mine thus far are: Gia ruthlessly beheading a dying decurion because he attacked Ilya, Ilya whipping a man bloody with his belt for touching his bestie, and Ilya showing Gia a selenite cave populated by millions of luna moths. It was very magical. It was very gay.

#rp #writing #ilya #gia #thank you so much for this ask #i'm tickled that you wanted to know bc i could go on about this ship for hours

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skynapple · 9 days

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800 Follower Milestone!

(HELLO LNDS NEWCOMERS!)

I have gained *checks notes* 400 followers in the past few months YIKES.

Here's a little about me + Master List links and fandom tags below!

Blogger: Madi or Sky, (26), she/her I do art #my art. I write and sing from time to time.

Been on Tumblr since early 2012. I'm not here for drama.

Corporate!Madi works at a small creative and marketing agency (from hell) as a graphic designer, illustrator, production coordinator, storyboard artist, project manager and traffic manager, script writer, copywriter, occasional mailchimp journey-builder, budget builder, strategist, sales lady, and more.

POSTING:

Mostly Love and Deepspace (LNDS): #madi plays lnds

RWBY (Separate Blacksun blog: @fromshadowstosun)

DC (Bat Family)

Occasional Star Wars but since that's closest to my heart I have not one but TWO separate blogs @recklessjediknight (Anakin-centric and catch-all) and @tanalorrs-heartthrob (Jedi Games focused)

HTTYD

My Hero Academia

ADDITIONAL/MISC

Viewer discretion advised: I am a Christian and tag anything religion related as #sunday tag

BLOG ARCHIVE

Newbies to Tumblr may not know this but most blogs will have a viewable archive, you can scroll back a lot faster from a birds-eyes-view.

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For the LNDS fans! I post,, a lot.

NA Server: "Skylar Moore" #82000111114 I gift daily.

Favorite characters:

Xavier *weeps* I am too loyal to him, have like 95% of his cards, and level up pretty much no one else. I have gotten to open orbit 60 on Xavier 3*s and s p i t e.

By proxy, Jeremiah. I'm self-proclaimed captain of the Jeremiah Protection Squad. I have committed to near single-handedly building up his tag and was the first to use his tag on A03 where he was the main character and not just comic relief.

Zayne, strong second no thanks to a few people here.

I love all of everyone, even all the side characters.

Member of the Linkon Playground LNDRP! Say hello!

Jeremiah RP: @jeremiahofphilo

Astra Ask Blog: @sasstras-gaze

Fic Links:

Budding Romance (Jeremiah x MC) - PG, Ongoing

Deepspace Gossip (Xavier x MC) - PG, Drabble

5 More Minutes (Xavier POV, slight angst over MC)

Different Resonance (Xavier x MC) - PG, One-Shot

Midnight Dew & Promises (Jeremiah x MC) - PG, Platonic

If you read this, drop your favorite ice cream flavor!

#800 followers #madi talks #about #pinned

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outofthiisworld · 6 days

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GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name: Boo! pronouns: She/They (no preference, i like both :3) preferred comms: tumblr ims mostly! if we mesh well+spoken ooc a lot we can chat on discord too :) i uuh do tend to forget to check my discord messages outside of my webhooks however names of muse: Ophelia, Doc, Copycat and Father Necrosis rn! A few ✨secret-menu✨ muses/npc’s as well

experience in RP: been rp’ing since i was 13 so bout 14 yrs exp rn! (i say 10+ in my rules tho cause that’s one less number i have to change each birthday)— most of my experiences have been w/ a close knit group of buds that soon turned into 1+1 rp’ing with a bestie im still VERY close with :3c

i dabbled in online rp’ing around eeeeeehhh 2015ish but i certainly wasnt putting myself out there like i am now sdfsdfg

best experiences: the entirety of this blog tbh. a few bumps in the road and learning curves to get back into the groove of things, but ultimately i feel like a carved out a really excellent and chill lil’ corner on this site :”) special shoutouts to some really INCREDIBLE partners and buds that make rp’ing on here beyond delightful:

@pzfr is a phenomenal writer, a beyond thoughtful rp partner and perhaps a bit too powerful of a creative— personally if some horrific yet comedic demise should befall me then i trust full custody of doc & ophelia to him 100% HE GETS IT (don’t u worry i’ll live forever tho). For real though, there's such genuine love in the way he works with the genres that inspire him as well as with writing as a whole! @5mind GAAAARLIIIIIIIC. we continuously cook up dubious foods in the dms; our plots are forebodingly diabolical (affectionate) and [covering garlic's ears] i still plan to consume their brain for power. he’s got THE most creative and inspired never before seen characters on this side of the universe that i adore so so so much and tbh if you aren’t following her like…….bro be fr with me rn like why @riiese Mark’s writing legitimately inspires me. They are THE voice master dude. The way they weave words together feels right out of a fairytale with this whimsical magic to it that gets me lost in the moment!!! i can’t help but get swept up in their beautiful prose!!! @dynamoprotocol BRO lowkey i remember being shocked when I saw he followed me. From the writing, the care to detail, the art, Clarissa/Chance’s development, the worldbuilding, AND he’s CHILL AS FUCK??? and you wanna follow ME dude??? for real though, i cant sing enough high praises!! @natterghast i stumbled upon her by chance and sooooooo happy i did <33 their ocs absolutely captivated me, each one has this cozy cosmic horror vibe that im? obsessed with?? AND THE WAY SHE WRITES IS SO GORGEOUS AND FULL OF MEANING AND CARE THEY PUT IN AND [wrattling the bars in my enclosure]

there are so many more i can shout out but i will have to cap it here since this post has gotten ... so long and i am now so sleepy. Genuinely though, everyone I follow and get to see pop up on my dash both makes me day and inspires me as a creative each and every time!!!

pet peeves/dealbreakers: the biggest ones for me rn are like … needlessly aggressive ooc attitudes, be it towards anons, in rules, in posts— esp if someone is flaunting about being mean i uh. have fun i guess? not for me.

Condescending rules, especially those geared towards oc’s, might even result in an insta-block from me. (i promise it’s okay to just say ur selective overall and leave it at that).

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ): I generally like to lean more into light-hearted & comedic stuff, esp when first interacting but cus it’s fun! Once I get comfy with my rp buds tho i do loooooove to get into the meat n potatoes— the drama, the action, THE DRAMA!!! <- but a nice balance is important to me!

if everything is doom n’ gloom all the time without either a break, some sort of bitter-sweetness, and/or light at the end of the tunnel— then The Dread™ starts to feel too much for me :0 that being said … horror is … so much fun too <3

plot or memes: memes are a life savior esp when it comes to breaking the ice— i wouldn’t be cookin’ up like. any of the delectable plots i got brewing in the dms without em >:0

long or short replies: BOTH! i tend to naturally lean towards longer replies, moreso because i always have A Lot To Say™️ but i love goofing around with shorter stuff <3

best time to write: if i had my way it’d be an hour or two after i wake up in the morning and made myself my fancy energy drink + did my n.eopets dailies 💕 i try to make sure i get one day off like this each weekend it’s so lovely. Otherwise, i try not to stress about it too much and do what i can. i want my rp buds to know i genuinely dont mind waiting for replies or anything and i think it starts with how you hold yourself to that same degree too

are you like your muse?: ooooo aren’t we all in some way? it’s important to sprinkle some part or facet of YOU into them, especially ocs!

i will say, Doc is far closer alike to me versus anyone else on this blog, esp when it comes to values! he’s just far more gung-ho that i could ever have the energy to be tho. also i hope im not as stubborn as him 💀

i did give Ophelia my weird girl tendencies tho but cranked that shit up into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!!!

tagged by: @pzfr

tagging: i uh. i think most of my mutuals already got tagged this SO if you see this and you havent........PLEASE do this and tag me weeheehee <3

#👽 … ooc #👾 … dash game #//under a readmore cause as usual i had SOOOOO much to say #//this was a lot of fun tho!!!

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mariomoved · 4 months

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WAS PLAYING MARIO PARTY ALL NIGHT WITH THE POSSE TO KICK OFF THE NEW YEAR WAHOO!!

SO A LATE ✨ HAPPY NEW YEAR ✨ POST FROM ME TO YOU 🫵

i made this blog right after t.hanksgiving. i was on my vacation off work. i had some time to spare. i casually vibed on my prev. blog (if you don't know me by now, i am the mun of @cupforbrains) but. i wanted to muse someone i've wanted to write for, for YEARS. i didn't realize this until most recently. even though it has been on the back of my mind almost constantly. like the lil' lego mario staring at you. MENACINGLY. it's-a meeeeeee.

i wasn't expecting this blog to blow up so quickly. i'm just. just a smol creature. with no brain nor skill. lack of motivation with no special writing talent. i'm just. just here to rp. to maybe? make some pals. but- shoot. my old mutuals & friends welcomed me here instantly. i grew new ones without even reaching out that wide. i do not? deserve all that has been given to me. for not posting as much as i should / want to. but i thank you all the same.

THANK YOU! for being you. for being here. for writing the muse(s) you enjoy. you make this hellsite a fun place to be. CRINGE CULTURE IS DED. so do whatever you wanna do! the world is your oyster. write all kinds of dynamics. ship some crazy stuff. experiment all kinds of things! this is YOUR blog, after all! only you are in control with what you do. don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

for my previous mutuals & friends of the past. whether we haven't talked much nor interacted as much as we should / could. or just didn't have the chance to plot anything on here yet. i love you guys very much! it's been wonderful following you through different blogs the past few months. you all are amazing writers & it's been a complete joy to have the pleasure in meeting you. i don't know what the future has in store for us, but anything could happen! you are always free to send stuff my way, i'll do the same! seeing you on dash makes me smile, it makes me happy. you're one of a kind, each & every one of you.

for my newbies! you guys are extra special, following me through sheer whim. if we have already reached out towards each other at least once, or not at all, i see you! i support everything you are doing. i'm just- real slow at getting back on things. actually bringing myself out there for you. all in all, you guys do incredible work here! i wouldn't have followed you otherwise! hoping in the near future we can all start something. that i can be active & get to know you & the muses you write. wouldn't it be cool? if mario was best buds with your characters? hahahhha. unless? keep doing what you do, super stars.

this section is for my posse. my squad. my gamers. i dropped a post literally a few days after opening this blog up for business wondering, so i made a mario blog. what if we played mario games together? i have yet made a new post if anyone else would want to join, but i made a server to do so. there aren't many of us & yet. these guys mean the world to me. we've shared common interests. we talk about so many different things being it from our interactions, to games, to even stuff going on in the outside world. i never had much of a shot playing online with friends, so. it's been crazy fun. thank you guys! to think, this is only the beginning of our great journey.

2023 was. okay. it was better than 2022 for me. but things started taking a massive turn near the end of it. my work place got stressful. my family getting health problems. myself kinda drifting away from everything that made me happy. i can't say i'm in the worst of it. i know some are struggling far more than i am, i sympathize for them. it would be SO much easier on us if we didn't have to deal with real life scenarios. so we can be happy & have fun. but life isn't a challenge without jumping through hurdles. who knows? you may even become a better person after you find your way out of that dark tunnel you are in. though you have hurted, you become stronger. i can't say it was worth it, as i don't wish for anyone to feel lost or in despair. shit happens, it's uncontrollable. but someday, you'll look back on everything you went through & tell yourself. yeah. i made it through that. that alone proves you came out on top. that you are undefeatable.

ANYWHO- thank you for some of the best memories! thank you for showing interest in writing with me! i can't express enough how excited i am to start things with you guys. just need to tell myself to be more motivated, is all. i've seen the most awesome things here, can't wait to be apart of that! have a SUPER fantastic new year! I LOVE YOU ALL ♥️

#* ( 🍄 ) 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥. — ❝ game over! ❞#i meant to post this BEFORE we started #but i took a nappy & we ended up playing past 3am #YEAH-

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