#yourpaterson

[carloswilliamcarlos]

Miss Katie, tell all of your slutty friends to go down to my office. I want them facing the desk, palms flat on the surface, legs straight and backs arched. No one moves, no one makes a sound, everyone waits patiently for Professor Paterson. Perhaps they could use the time to think about what they've done wrong.

You heard him, sluts, let’s goooooo

I can’t promise I’ll think about what I’ve done wrong, but I can promise I’ll think about all the things I’m about to do very right 😇

#Pat’s sleepover #yourpaterson #pat anon #pat anon cinematic universe

[direnightshade]

Britt, I would NEVER kill you in the first place, let alone with an ice pick, and at a gas station. Those quiz results are entirely false! I would much rather "kill" you with soft kisses and tender words. I feel this is much more "on brand" for me, as they say.

Pat, I think that may just be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

If it’s any consolation, I certainly didn’t believe those results for a second. You’re much too sweet. I truly don’t think you have a murderous bone in your body, let alone could bring yourself to harm so much as a fly.

#♡ #yourpaterson

[desiraypark]

Boiling Point (Pt. I)

So, on another platform, @yourpaterson​, @leather-and-embers​, and I started a little something. It got angsty. It got love triangle-y. Hate-sex was involved. A lil’ jealousy. I’ve decided to expand upon this potential love triangle with a backstory for “Desiray”. Characters: Desiray (as a character) x Kylo Ren x Paterson (not yet mentioned)

Disclaimer: This backstory is fiction. None of it is a reflection of my personal life, my childhood, or even my personality. // Content Warning: Abuse (memories of); engrained misogyny; broken home; broken mother/daughter relationship; broken (non-existent) father/daughter relationship; child abuse; burns; abortion mention (as punishment/in an abusive tone). Mentions of supernatural abilities. 

When did Desiray know she was “alone”? When she was 15 years old.

“Watch the pot on the stove for me, will you?” Mama requested. Desi nodded. Her sister sat across the table from her, doing her homework. Desi was doing the same. Mama left the pot of boiling noodles when she went to use the restroom. 

Bubbling, bubbling--not quite ready.

No one knew it, but Desiray was at a breaking point. Her first boyfriend--well, who she thought was her boyfriend--he’d denied her in front of his friends to raucous laughter.  “I’m not trying to be your boyfriend, I was just trying to fuck,” he’d said once the laughter subsided. 

____________________

Even when she was an embryo, Desi had learned that no matter how often and how much people hurt you--especially men--you must remain dignified. Ladylike. Take verbal and physical assault in stride. Your patience would be rewarded, someday.

“I should have made you get an abortion,” Desi heard her father say when she was floating in her mother’s belly. Yes. 

"Who...who told you that?” Mom asked when Desi brought it up.

“You should have gotten an abortion like dad said.” That’s exactly what Desi told her mother in an argument.

“Who...who told you that?”

“I heard him say it.” _____________________

Dad was in the living room watching television with a drink in one hand and an appetizer of a sandwich in the other. Because he was the only one in the home deserving of an escape from his family. And of course, when his mental vacation was over, he decided to bring hell to his wife.

Bubbling, bubbling...one more minute.

Voices raised. Desi rubbed the weariness away from her forehead--hoping that her ability to hear might be temporarily erased with the rub. Dawn, her sister, shrunk in her chair. Mama came into the kitchen. Sigh. That usually resulted in Desi and Dawn being caught in the crossfire. 

Bubbling, bubbling...turn the burner off. Move the pot. 

Mama wouldn’t finish dinner tonight.

To this day, Desi still can’t quite remember what they were arguing about. But she remembered the important things. 

Her own angry scream. 

“Leave her alone!” a declaration of independence. 

Her father’s screams--his dampened and steaming back. The penne noodles on the floor. 

The most painful memory: her mother screaming “Desi! What is wrong with you?!” Her father never hit her, her mother, or her sister ever again. Instead, he found lovers to impose the violence of his fist or mere presence upon. Dad came home when he wanted. And Mom became Desi’s silent aggressor--resentful that her daughter had disrupted her normal. 

That year, Desiray learned that she was alone. But she refused to be helpless. 

____________________

Years Later

The First Order base was interesting, to say the least. A Galaxy History major, Desiray responded to a holonet posting for a ‘Historical Transcriber’ with the base. The main part of her job was to transcribe the data and recordings of old (or aging) droids and other receptacles of archival information. The “second” part of her job came later--when she quickly grew tired of hauling droids to the repair department when one failed her. Soon, she learned how to repair them herself, and became an unofficial repairwoman of all droids.

It was her second day on the job when she sat down in the cafeteria. After two bites into her sandwich, she felt someone staring at her. Whatever kind of Spidey senses or intuition she was "gifted” at birth, she considered it more of a curse than a blessing. Sometimes it came in handy, being “wise” or “empathetic”, as she’d been described. But other times, she just wanted to eat a porg breast sandwich without ~feeling something~. 

Her eyes scanned the room--slowly and inconspicuously--until they landed on a tall figure dressed in black, talking to an officer. But he was looking at her. She knew he was.

She’d seen this guy on her first day and noticed that people moved hastily out of his way. If you asked her, she’d seen scarier. She placed her focus back onto her sandwich.

“Grown ass man walkin’ around in a Party City costume,” she thought to herself. 

Desiray glanced up again and the man was gone. 

Kylo Ren. 

She’d heard that “Kylo” was his title and not even his first name. A “mysterious” type. Whatever.

One day, she’d happen to have been walking past the control room when he was throwing one of his infamous tantrums. She just shook her head. 

“What a fucking brat.”

Suddenly, Desiray felt her arm being yanked and her body being pulled into the control room. Ren towered over her and pushed her against a wall. 

“Do you have something you’d like to say to me...” His head tilted down to look at her identification badge. Or her tit. Or both. “Parker?”

“If I did, I would have said it,” Desiray spat back. She pushed against his chest, but he didn’t budge an inch.

“Every time you walk past me, something bitchy runs across that brain of yours. Why?”

“I suppose your bitchiness just rubs off on everyone, Mr. Ren. Now, can I go to my office?”

Desiray couldn’t see his face. But she knew he was smirking. A deadly combination of anger and lust radiated from his flesh and past all of the shit he was wearing. 

“A little girl pretending to be tough. We’ll see how long that lasts...”

And with that, Ren walked out of the control room, leaving Desiray standing against the wall--catching her breath and calming the beat of her heart. A beat of fear mixed with anger. 

One month into her new job. Almost two months in a new city--about 25 miles away from her hometown... 

...and she’d already come across yet another man who needed another pot of hot water thrown against his back.

#desiray rp #yourpaterson #leather-and-embers

[iamakiller]

Hey Charlie! I just wanted to thank you again for coming over this weekend, it was good to see you, a shame you couldn’t stay longer though. I felt terrible that I spent most of Friday stuck at the bus depot, because I really do look forward to getting to spend time with you. We’ll just have to make up for it next time! Have a great week, cousin!

No need to thank me, Pat. I can honestly say it was my absolute pleasure. I promise I won't leave it too long until I call on you again.

I really enjoy my visits to your little home, cousin. The hospitality I receive is always most gratifying.

#ask #yourpaterson #thank queue for your patience

[father-garupe]

Hello there, Father! Welcome to the neighborhood. How are you enjoying things so far?

Hello! Paterson, is it? Thank you for the welcome, it’s the first I’ve received actually. I believe I’m still getting acclimated to things--there are some very strange people in here--but I’m excited to meet all the new churchgoers. Will I be seeing you around?

#yourpaterson

[lumberjack00fantasies]

I wanted to throw an idea out there to some of you ladies and gentlemen. I think that Pale has had some similar thoughts, and is planning somethin’ pretty swanky, so I’m not tryin’ to take credit from him.

I was thinkin’ of tryin’ something of a gentleman’s club of sorts. We could alternate who hosts it once a week or so. Between us we have access to precincts, night clubs, bars, theater companies, star destroyers, gaming rooms, and who knows what else. If not everyone makes it every time, well, we all understand how it is dealing with work and crazy women...

We could all get together, tell stories, have some drinks, have some fun. You ladies are invited too. As long as you behave.

Thoughts, Gentlemen?

@iamakiller @leather-and-embers @vsop1987 @killersmileclyde @wolfmanclyde @bigbadwolffz @williammctavish @ghostdaddyparnassus @briantakesitslow @hungryheartsjude @yourpaterson @yourdarkdetective @mr-minnihan @ronniepeterson @tobyquixotedelamancha @ofadarkessence @ofthetheater @fathergarupe @doctor-rockhard @agentsevier @supremeleaderandprincekyloren @adamsackleractor @professingmagic @solokillers @solotriplets

Thoughts, Ladies?

@babbushka @direnightshade @safarigirlsp @sydneyssmut @mariesackler @ohdamnadam @finn-ray-nal-beads @contesa-lui-alucard @millenialcatlady @couldntfuckingtellya @ellelaconi @emeraldsiren19 @lucyjadesilverson @mrs-kylo-ren @desiraypark @zimmermansbrat @hexedeslichts @sacklersdoll @historyandfandoms50 @hopeamarsu @sacklerscumrag both sugar lips 💋

[mariesdameron]

Alright Marie, let’s chat about RP! Which RP blogs are you keeping tabs on these days?

Contesa,

Thank you for stopping by! I love seeing you pop on my feed. You are a wonderfully sweet, talented person.

Okay, RP BLOGS!

Papi and Cat Lady ( @father-garupe & @millenialcatlady)

The ROMANCEEEEEEEEEEE and intensity of emotions in their interactions have me screaming.

Doll & Clyde ( @sacklersdoll & @killersmileclyde)

If you are not following along with this Bonnie and Clyde storyline, you should be. It's such a rollercoaster.

Marie and Sackler ( @adamsackleractor)

I had to put my love on here because they are amazingly talented and I adore the ‘Day in the life’ production we are putting on...

@thephillipaltmanadagency and @butyoudidthis4what

The interactions between these two are so refreshing; funny, sexy, creative, and fun!

William McTavish ( @williammctavish)

Has just come out of left field with the romance and I am LIVING for it. He is still providing some quality sex scenes with some and really digging into creating some stories; the sweetness coming out of him is making me swoon. (I am also biased because I am currently being swooned by him.)

Jude ( @hungryheartsjude)

Is killing me. They are so sweet and wonderful at writing this character. I think if you need a fill of sweet and adorable you can find it here. Paterson has his work cut out for him for being the sweetest RP blog. ( I am kidding, I absolutely love you Paterson) But really, I am becoming a Jude fan because of my sweet roleplay with this blog.

Dark Detective ( @yourdarkdetective )

Is so grumpy and sassy but recently seems to be diving into weaving some stories with people coming to his asks, so I am enjoying seeing that transformation.

Pale ( @vsop1987)

Is so, so, so talented in writing. I can’t get over how well the dialogue is done and the complete embodiment of the character.

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren ( @supremeleaderandprincekyloren )

I have been watching this blog from afar for a while and I have to say they are very, very good. I enjoy reading through their responses. Maybe I will reach out at some point, I am intimidated by the Kylo RP blogs. Because Marie just wants to fall to her knees instantly in front of Kylo ‘fucking’ Ren. 

I also still love and check the blogs often of:

@yourpaterson, @lumberjack00fantasies, @ronniepeterson, @bigbadwolffz, @wolfmanclyde, @mr-minnihan

And last but certainly NOT least.

I am a fangirl of @iamakiller and of course @direnightshade. I am eagerly awaiting phase two of Charlie’s time here with us all. I am hoping for the pits of whores.. erm. I mean.. I can’t wait to hear more about his domestic bliss.

Final thoughts: I am so grateful for the needed distraction and fun that everyone has brought with these blogs. I know I have said this many times but its been such a happy part of my days. I appreciate each and every one of you and the time and wonderful writing you have put out for all of us.

#ADCU RP #Marie Sackler #Sleepover #contesa-lui-alucard

[carloswilliamcarlos]

A Weekend in the Woods pt. 2

A continuation of this post // @yourpaterson

My eyes open to the faint smattering of freckles that peppers the backs of your shoulders. Your rib cage inflates and deflates under the curve of my arm with a slow, steady rhythm. The light’s just beginning to stream in through the window, framing the soft waves of your hair in golden halos. You’re so beautiful and it’s so warm here underneath the covers and I’m so happy.

Still, nothing can stop my mind from racing.

Maybe it’s a pregnancy thing. Maybe it’s an anxiety thing. Maybe it’s a me thing. No matter why it’s happening, it’s happening. My thoughts are... so loud.

I slip out from between the sheets, tucking you back in so the cold doesn’t hit you the way it just hit me, seeping into my skin and all the way down to my bones. I wrap myself up in one of your blue flannels as quietly as I can, watching your face to make sure you don’t stir. My quiet footsteps pad down the hall as I make my way to the kitchen. We need coffee. I need coffee.

It only takes a minute or two of sifting through Flip’s pantry to find everything I need. Funny, he even has the exact hazelnut creamer you love so much. I get the coffee machine up and running and lean up against the counter as I wait for it to work its magic, peering through the steam out into the woods.

It’s snowing. Oh, Pat, I can’t wait to wake you up to this.

It doesn’t snow a lot back home in Paterson. But it snowed the night of our first date, all those years ago.

We met for an old movie, you were so nervous, you kept rubbing your sweaty palms against your legs and swallowing so hard I could see your Adam’s Apple bobbing from the corner of my eye. We left the theater at the end, stood there staring at each other on the sidewalk, not sure of what to even say and- and I almost called it all off then, almost went home, almost took a bath and put myself to bed. Almost decided to write it all off as proof that trying to date was just a big mistake and I really was better off staying alone.

But then it started snowing.

And the joy in your eyes when you looked up and caught that first flake landing on your nose... it melted everything else away. The self doubt, the nerves, the fear we both felt trying something so new when we’d been hurt so badly before- it was all gone. There was just you, catching snowflakes, blinking up into the sky with a smile like nothing else I’d ever seen. And then you looked back to me, and I’d never felt more beautiful in my whole life.

We ducked into the diner next door, snowflakes still sticking to our hair and giggles still erupting from our lips. You ordered a burger, absolutely drenched it ketchup, the first time i ever watched you do that but most definitely not the last. You told me about her, I told you about him, and then we both realized neither of them were worth talking about at all. We realized there was so much more to talk about, so many new stories to tell ourselves, to tell each other. And we’ve been telling those new stories together-writing those new stories together-ever since.

I will always be in love with the way you see beauty in everything, in the way your eyes light up like they did that night when you saw the snow, when you saw me.

I tiptoe back to our room, two cups of coffee in hand- one decaf, one hazelnut. I set them down on the nightstand next to you, the perfect scent for you to wake up to. The bed dips slightly as I sit down next to your impossibly long body, brushing a hand through your hair and moving it out of your face as gently as I can. Your eyelids flutter and your nose crinkles before you finally open your eyes, reaching for me with a very sleepy smile. I lean down to you, nuzzle my nose against yours, and give your ear a tiny kiss.

“Pat, baby,” I whisper. “Wake up. It’s snowing.”

#yourpaterson #paterson rp #a weekend in the woods #weekend at flip's #roleplay

[direnightshade]

Notes don't dictate your worth, beautiful Britt. You will always be kind, talented, and smart, whether one of your wonderful stories gets 10 notes or 10,000 notes. You are good enough, regardless of what your user engagement says. You have value, no matter what happens on this website. Be kind to yourself, gorgeous girl. Love, Pat.

You are just the absolute sweetest. Thank you for this kind message, my dear Pat, it means more than I can ever express. ♡

#Ask #yourpaterson

[desiraypark]

Creator Tag Game

Tagged by: @direnightshade and @sacklerscumrag Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works! 1. A Yellow Sky - never thought I would have written a “farewell” post to Chadwick Boseman (and MCU T’Challa, as I more specifically did with this one) in 2020. I just knew that I would meet this man one day. That he would be the star of a film written by me. This was one of the ways I mourned him.  2. Much Needed Assistance/Crowning (aka “The Skywalker-Rens Saga) - this was the first chaptered fic I’d written. As many of you all know, I struggled with it quite a bit. Emotions ranged from guilt and doubt, to eventually just writing what the hell I wanted to write. I intend to work on Part Three (or “Episode III”--technically Episode XII lol) in 2021. (Favorite entry: “Lightsaber” from Crowning) 3. Clyde x Sherri - of course lol. What started as me just wanting to give Clyde Logan kisses and love through an original character morphed into a romantic and (sometimes) family-friendly series. Fun-Fact: I wouldn’t say that Clyde x Sherri is inspired by the Family Circus comic, but whenever I sit down to write it (especially entries with their kids), I’m reminded of the days when I read the Sunday comics faithfully--Family Circus was my favorite. That’s why when I first started writing this series, I posted entries on Sundays. (Favorite entry (at the moment lol): “Shush.”) 4. Love in Writing - there are many things I would have liked to have seen in the sequels trilogy. One of them was the chance to see Finn & Kylo duke it out again. That concept was the basis for this fic (still in progress). Also, I cannot wait to have Finn and Darla (the OC) frolicking around in grass, having picnics, and banging in secret cottages.  5. Be Our Guest/Be My Guest - Reader getting slurped and dicked down by Kylo and Paul Sevier? Say less. I’m not certain but I think Part One might be my most popular fic? 6. Snowflakes (from Flip x Mae) - Even though I don’t write for Flip anymore, this was a joy to write. It is rare to see depictions of Black American women (only going to speak on the culture I know) being saved by a knight in shining armor; lavished in material things and praises. “Endure pain, save everyone, be the backbone of your community--and then we’ll consider giving you nice things" - that’s the story for many of us. So, it was nice to create a Black female character who intentionally chooses to be a homemaker--who chooses to keep house and look cute, is content with just that, and has a lover who supports her decision wholeheartedly.

7. Lessons in Love (AO3) - Still in progress, this was almost a Professor x Student fic. But I thought, you know what, I could go for a more grown and sexy fic. Even though the OCs are still young, they’re still experienced women with degrees and shit. 

Grading papers, but do it naked. Complain about students while watching PBS documentaries. Talk shit about the dean while you bounce on Charlie’s peen. *Chef’s kiss* (Bonus: this is somewhat of a collaboration between me and @bluestarego - we are both living vicariously through the main characters lol). 

____________________ Of course, I did more than five (and wanted to do more, but I stopped myself lol).  Tagging: @mariesackler @clydesducktape @killersmileclyde @iamakiller @yourpaterson @lovelyykylo @thegreenmatt and anyone else who wants to do this!  (Sorry if you’ve already been tagged!)

[safarigirlsp]

What are your favorite RP Blogs? Are there any tricks to getting something going with them? I love following some of your threads and those of some other people too. It seems like the RPs pick favorites after a while though.

Good morning!

There are so many great RP Blogs! Here are the people I follow the most closely, and I highly suggest you do too. They’re brilliant and creative writers.

@leather-and-embers

@lumberjack00fantasies

@vsop1987

@iamakiller

@wolfmanclyde

@bigbadwolffz

@killersmileclyde

@yourdarkdetective

@ghostdaddyparnassus

@williammctavish

@yourpaterson

@ofthetheater

Anyone who’s not listed here is not a commentary on the quality of anyone’s blog or content, just my personal lack of awareness of or interaction with them. @mariesackler has a list of all the blogs going right now.

I don’t really know of any ‘tricks’ per se to get something going. But, I think that a lot of them get bombarded with similar things and that they enjoy new ideas or concepts. Also, giving a writer something they can work with and play off of is probably going to lead to something more involved and more fun for both people. However, sometimes things just flop lol.

Regarding the RPs picking favorites. I think that ‘picking favorites’ is a juvenile concept, and I do not think anyone intentionally picks favorites like a high school popularity clique. I think, quite naturally, some people get along better than others and play off of each other better than others.

However, the way that someone, whether an RP blog or otherwise, wants to run their blog is entirely their business. Their reasons for running their blog the way they want are no one else’s business at all and their decisions are not subject to scrutiny by anyone else.

No one is entitled to anything at all from anyone, RP or otherwise. No RP blogs are obligated in any way to provide anyone anything. All the content and interaction they provide is completely gratuitous and subject to their discretion. This feeling of entitlement and obligation that’s been insidiously floating around is absurd.

The RP blogs are run by wonderfully talented and creative people who are devoting their time to engage in so many fun narratives. Their contributions should be greatly appreciated, whether or not you’re an active participant.

#writing recommendations #rp recommendations #hearts

[iamakiller]

Hey there, Charlie! It's me, Pat. I finally caved and bought a smart phone, and it's a good thing I did, because I have some bad news. My bus broke down again, so I'm going to be home late. I'm really sorry man, hopefully this won't hold me up for too long, but you know how the city is, everything's a process. Anyway, please keep Katie company for me, I feel terrible when I leave her home alone for too long. I'm looking forward to catching up with you this weekend, see you soon!

Hello, Pat. I'm delighted to see you've finally decided to join the rest of us in the twenty-first century.

I'm so sorry to hear about your awful predicament. How dreadfully inconvenient for you. With those budget cuts the company has been making, I'm sure you'll be waiting a good long while for help to arrive. But least you'll have your smartphone to keep you company.

No need to fret, cousin. I've got everything in hand, as always. I promise I'll make sure Katie doesn't get too lonely. I'm sure we'll manage to find some way to amuse ourselves, and while away the hours and hours until your return.

And don't feel like you have to hurry back, Pat. It's not a problem if you decide to stop off at the bar for a beer or three to help you unwind after your stressful day.

I'm sure Katie won't mind at all ...

#ask #yourpaterson #TGI Friday

[killersmileclyde]

"Heya! I was recommended here by Paterson [@yourpaterson] and I thought I'd hop on over to say hello and to introduce myself! My name's Bea, and I'm pretty new around these parts. I was told this place was pretty good and I thought I should see for myself!"

Hey there Bea. M’name’s Clyde ‘n I own Duck Tape. It’s a good place but I’m biased. I’m happy to have ya check it out. Lemme know what yer thirsty for and I’ll be happy to get it for ya.

#bea rp