[memepocalypse]

Panic Attack

Some people are... more helpful than others.

"Do as I do, okay? Breathe in, nice and slow -"

"You okay? You look a bit - oh no."

"You're okay, you're okay. I'm going to take your hand."

"Nice slow breaths for me."

"There's nothing wrong. You're okay. You're okay."

"I need you to tell me five things you can see."

"Do you know what cause this?"

"Tell me how to help."

"It's okay to cry. I won't tell anyone."

"Can you sip this water?"

"Don't be cruel. It's not your fault."

"Let me help you, okay?"

"Is it okay if I hug you? Would a hug help?"

"I don't know what to do, I don't know how to help you!"

"What's going on? Why are you making that noise?"

"What's wrong with you, why are you doing this!?"

"Are you having an asthma attack or something?"

"God, pull yourself together."

"Fucking seriously? Wow, you're useless."

"You need to get therapy or something."

"What's the cause of the act this time?"

"You're kidding me. That's pathetic."

"Are you - crying? Ew."

"Breathe? What useless advice is that."

"Don't - touch - me -"

"I don't want your help."

"Get me away from here."

"I can't - breathe -"

"I'm useless - worthless - there's no point - to me -"

"Go - away -"

[caterva]

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[whumperly]

Sick Whump

Edit as needed, add "reverse" if desired!

[whisper] - Sender whispers soothingly to a feverish receiver as receiver tries to sleep.

[check] - Sender puts the back of their hand on receiver's forehead, cheeks, and neck to check their temperature.

[blanket] - Sender pulls a blanket over a shivering receiver.

[soup] - Sender cooks a thin soup for receiver.

[service] - Sender cleans up for a receiver too weak to tidy their area.

[read] - Sender reads a book to a receiver who cannot sleep but is too weak to do anything.

[dab] - Sender wipes sweat from receiver's forehead. 

[wash] - Sender gives receiver a sponge bath. 

"You're burning up..."

"No, no, no— don't you even think about trying to get up. Lie back down, buster."

"Can I get you anything?"

"Don't look at me like that— you can have some when you feel better."

"Easy, easy! You'll make yourself sick again, eating/drinking that fast!"

"If you can't keep this down, I'm calling a doctor."

"Should I go outside and tell them to shut the fuck up?"

"Will you be okay if I leave for a little bit?"

"Aw, big baby... I'm teasing, I'm teasing!"

[caterva]

Apartment movie night

[mcflymemes]

reblog if you are firmly against the use of AI in roleplay spaces. this is not the place for AI-written drivel or generated images.

[caterva]

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Catch me on discord: grimheir

[memesomething]

“I know you from the news” starters

“Hey, you’re that - guy/woman/person, right?”

“Can I ask you a question? About what happened.”

“Were you scared?”

“I looked you up.”

“I didn’t know what to think about you. I thought I’d better meet you in person.”

“You’re good at what you do. I’ve seen it.”

“You’re a [job position], right?”

“I looked you up. I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t realize you were, like … a real person.”

“An ‘invasion of privacy’? How?”

“Wow, you were different on TV.”

“Well, you did it in public, though. It’s legal to film people in public.”

“Is the media still following you?”

“What did you do after they stopped reporting about it?”

“Someone said you were on the news?”

“Did you do it on purpose?”

“So your life story’s just… published everywhere.”

“That must be lonely.”

“I didn’t watch it.”

“You were/weren’t overreacting.”

“Would you like my opinion?”

“Your life story isn’t news.”

“I don’t want to pretend I didn’t see it, because I did.”

“How do you like to deal with it? Should I pretend I don’t know?”

“So I found this footage…”

“It just popped up in my feed. I didn’t realise what it was until it was too late.”

“It looked like you really hated the attention.”

“I needed to know what happened so I could feel safe.”

“Did you realize it would be that big when you did it?”

“Don’t you miss it/him/her/them?”

[soulsuckrrs]

It only took a few seconds to realize this person, this summoning was not at all like those of his past. For the most part, those that used his cursed summoning knew what they were getting into, they knew more about Raydan than he wanted anyone to know. Despite this quick observation on Raydan's part, the horrid memories of being bent against his will to do whatever his summoner wanted rushed back and he grunted, his hands clenched into fists as he resisted the urge to think of anything horrible about this new summoner. A woman who seemed more flustered by his nakedness than his summoning.

He had no other choice but to stay put as she requested, whether or not she knew her words to be an order, Raydan didn't know but the magic binding them buzzed over his skin like a warning if he were to disobey. The hellhound didn't make any indication he was listening to her urge to cover him or stay put, instead his dark eyes just watched her. The sweat from the flames of hell turned cold as the air returned to normal. But he still blazed hot, either from anger or the residual heat of the flames from hell, Raydan couldn't tell but he finally dragged his gaze away from the retreating form of the summoner.

The surroundings told him they were in an abandoned building, a mall it seemed. He wondered if there could be clothes found there but he didn't move to check. He had been told to stay and unfortunately, he acted like a good dog and stayed put. Raydan did shift on his feet, his muscles hard and taut from clenching in pain as he'd been dragged through earth and hell flame, he rolled his neck and made a noise of discontent, back to trying not to think anything bad so that he didn't get shocked by the bracelets that were cold to the touch but burned his skin more than the flames of hell had because of what they represented.

[caterva]

She repeated the stay gesture a little more lightly as emphasis. When he didn't move, she took it as consent. "Be right back," she promised. She only made it a few steps before she was skipping back with an "oops!" and bending down to fish her keys out of the bag she had laid nearby. She gave him an apologetic smile and turned again, all but sprinting out of the mall. She didn't want to leave him alone for too long- it would be rude, for one. "Sorry, sorry!" She called a few minutes later as she came jogging back with a plush blanket under one arm. "Okay!" She trottedtowards him and hesitated as she reached the sigils, but stepped over them and held out the blanket with a timid smile. "Here you go- Oh! And, I'm Kit-" She stepped back respectfully once he took the blanket. "I.... was not expecting anything to happen when I-" she gestured around the atrium. "I don't- didn't?- believe in magic. Frankly, I'm still wondering if I wasn't just heavy handed with that last glass..."

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone muse: Raydan Abash, 31-35, hellhound, mercenary, pansexual plot: Raydan is a hellhound with a curse on him, any magic user that summons him can enslave him & make him do whatever they like per the laws of his curse (a punishment placed on him by a vengeful witch). He spent a good portion of his prolonged life finding the spells scattered throughout time & history used to summon him but he missed one, one y/m found & has used to summon him, whether they know what they’re doing/summoning is up to you! hmu if you’d like more details or wanna plot !! connection: witch, warlock or magic user that summoned him.

Raydan had almost forgotten what it felt like. That pull of magic slowly lacing through him like cold unseen tendrils of power creeping in to consume him. He’d been about halfway through a bottle of some liquor, stumbling back to the bathroom in the hallway of some hole in the wall bar. A distantly familiar hum started to buzz in his sensitive ears, his body slumping as it intensified and the tall brunette braced himself against the wall before the magic took hold of him completely. The violent heat of hellfire engulfed the drunk hound and he vanished from the plane he was existing on, thrown into shadows and flames, clothes burned from his body as the magic of the cursed summoning spells gripped him with bruising talons. It had been far too long since the last time this cursed dark magic had touched his soul and skin because Raydan had forgotten how much it fucking hurt.

His mouth opened in a silent scream of pain while the magic grew tighter and more vicious, getting closer to where his summoner was located, pulling him to them. Anger boiled in his veins along with his blood as hellfire erupted around him and spat his naked, sweaty body to the rough cold ground where burning sigils of a spell were etched into the ground. The man stayed on his hands and knees for a while, body trembling, burning, engulfed in flames for a moment longer before they settled and a deep growl rumbled up his throat in an inhuman sound. Dark eyes burned with the reflections of the flames when Raydan raised his head to glance around, searching for the face he knew he’d come to hate just like all the rest of the magic users that had enslaved him.

When he met their gaze he didn’t speak, simply growled again, shifting slightly on the ground though his body ached with the pain of being torn from one place and shot through hell and getting spat back out at their feet. The magic that slipped away, died out, focused in on him and circled around his wrists to form small gold bracelets, shackles that matched the singular one he knew would form around his new master’s wrist. His lip twitched in a snarl before he dared to try and push himself to his feet, naked form rising to his feet with power instead of shame. He hated magic. It made him sick. But Raydan swallowed down the hot bile that rose in his throat as he faced the other, standing tall and naked in the summoning circle.

[caterva]

Kit was all giggles as she set up the ritual- it just all felt so unserious to her. From the candles, to the incense, to the sigils she had painted on the floor. It felt more like a B-list thriller than real life. It didn't help that she was a couple whiskeys deep at this point. Her giggles trailed off as the seal she had painted ignited. Fear swirled in her stomach instead, and quickly mounted into panic as her brain scrambled to rationalize what she was seeing. When a figure appeared in the seal's heart with a flash of fire and light, she flinched. A terrified noise peeped out of her throat, but her feet refused to move; she was rooted, helpless, to the spot. Panic cinched her throat as she watched the man, her mind running away with images of how much damage his muscular figure could do. His dark eyes met her bottle green ones and she saw murder reflected there. She whimpered, beginning to tremble. He growled, a sound that grated the air, and the color drained from her face. "Ó mo Dhia," she whispered. Her eyes flicked down to her shaking hands as she felt something touch her wrist. She watched, frozen in place, as a golden bracelet weaved itself into existence and encircled her arm. When she lifted her eyes, the man was rising to his feet with the silent strength of a vengeful spirit. She shrank back, unable to breathe. She wasn't a small woman, but this guy had a couple inches on her, and he was broader on top of that. Her eyes scanned over him, and paused between his legs. Color burned across her bloodless cheeks and she forced herself to find his eyes again. She swallowed, trying to wet her dry mouth. "I- Jaysus-" She finally found the strength to back up a step. Her mind swirled as she tried to remember all of the information that had come with the scroll she was still clutching, hut her brain felt like a vast, empty, library. "Um- I didn't- Oh, God... You're so naked, hold on-" She looked around, but they were standing in the atrium of an abandoned mall. She wasn't exactly flush with clothing options. "Uh-" Her eyes flicked back to him. "I have a blanket in my car-" She held up both hands in a stay put gesture. "Wait right there-" She began to back up.

[caterva]

BASICS

LEGAL NAME: Chris Whittaker NICKNAME: Kit DATE OF BIRTH: June 6th AGE: 32 GENDER: Fluid, most often uses she/her pronouns LANGUAGES: English, Gaeilge, some ASL OCCUPATION: An escort at The Pearly Gates CURRENT RESIDENCE: A modest apartment near the Pearl LIKES: Whiskey sours, being pampered, praise, socializing DISLIKES: Being ignored, plans being cancelled, boredom PERSONALITY: Kit is bubbly, kind, and exciteable. She smiles often and freely, and is quick to reach out to new people for connection and companionship; she likes to say that a stranger is just a friend she hasn’t met yet.

She is, however, also quite mischievous, having a playful side that can border on outright trouble making. She’s also a bit of a kleptomaniac, pocketing things just for the rush of it more so than the need.

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

HAIR COLOR & STYLE: Her hair is brown, curly, and a little past her jaws, hanging in ringlets about her face unless she draws it back in a bun, or manages to hide it beneath a wig. EYE COLOR: Seaglass green HEIGHT: 6'0" BODY TYPE: Long and lean, kind of a twig tbh FACE CLAIM: Robert Sheehan

SKILLS: She's a BIG fan of a variety of textile and cord/rope based crafts. She’s also extremely skilled in the bedroom. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES, DISABILITIES, & DISORDERS: None MENTAL ILLNESSES, DISABILITIES, & DISORDERS: She is autistic and ADHD, although she masks very well and has low support needs.

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic PARTNER(S)?: None by default, but VERY open to both ships and flings. FAMILY: Father and Mother who don’t support her choice of career path, but do love and worry for her.

[receiptsofwhiskey]

 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  .

❛   what  are  you  doing?   ❜

❛ what ,  you’re  going  to  kill  me?  ❜

❛ fuck !  put  the  gun  down !  please , come on !  it’s  me ,  alright ?  ❜

❛   what  are  you  doing  with  that ? ❜

❛  please ..  don’t  do  this  anymore !   ❜

❛   let  her/them/him  go  or  i’ll  blow  you  away !  ❜

❛  wait ! okay …  okay !  okay , i’ll  tell  you ,  whatever  you  want  to  know  ..   ❜

❛ you  point  that  thing  at  me  you  better  pull  the  trigger .  ❜

❛ alright , alright , alright  ..  i’ll talk !❜

❛ please ,  just  let  me  go ,  i  won’t  tell  anyone …  i  promise  .  ❜

❛  let  me  out  of  here !   let  me  go !❜

❛you’re  not  getting  away  this  time  …  ❜

❛   actually ,  i  think  i  better  get  going  …   it’s  late  and  … ❜

❛come  on !  fight  back !  fight  back !  fight  back  you  coward !❜

❛   come  on ,  hit  me !❜

❛   do  it !  pull  the  trigger !  do  it  ,  do  it  ,  do  it !   ❜

❛ come  and  find  me  …  polo !❜

❛ i  don’t  want  to  hide  anymore ,  i  don’t  want  to  be  afraid  anymore  …   ❜

❛   you   keep   saying   you’re   going   to   stop   but   you   don’t !  ❜

❛   how   many   more   people   need   to   die   before   you’re   satisfied ?  ❜

❛   why   are   you   doing   this ?❜

❛   don’t   come   any   closer  ,   that’s   far   enough  .   ❜

❛ if   you  don’t   pull   the   trigger   i’ll   pull   it   for   you  ! ❜

❛   i  thought  that  you  were  in  danger  …   ❜

❛   you’re  dangerous  …  i ,   i  just  don’t  want  to  end  up  dead ..   ❜

❛   i  promise  i  won’t  hurt  you  …    ❜

❛can  you  please  stop  screwing  with  my  mind ,  god  !   ❜

❛   i  don’t  want  to  be  here  anymore ,  please ,  can  we  go  back ?   ❜

❛um  ….  i’m  not  sure  i  want  to  go ,   thanks   anyway  ..   ❜

❛ that  sounds  dangerous  ….   i’m  in .   ❜

❛   i  don’t  know ,  it  sounds  awfully  dangerous  …  ❜

❛stay  back  or  i  will  rip  your  head  off  !❜

❛   i  think  …   this   is   wrong ,  no .  i  can’t  just  stand  by   and   watch   it  .   ❜

❛  do  you  think  you  would  ever  hurt  me  like  that ?❜

❛   i  can’t  be  with  someone  who  could  hurt  me  like  that  …  ❜

❛   this  is  not  love  !   it   is   obsession  !   a   sick  one  at   that  !  ❜

❛   are  you  following  me  ?   what  …   what  do  you  want  ?   money  ?   ❜

❛please  …  i  have  money ,   just  let  me  go  .  ❜

❛   i  don’t  think  you  realize  how  the  dangerous  this  game  is  ..   ❜

❛   it’s  not  just  a  game  !   ❜

❛   if  you’re  in  some  kind  of  trouble ,  you  can  tell  me  . ❜

❛   come  on  ,   it’s  just  a  game ,  what  could  go  so  wrong  ?   ❜

❛   are  you  the  one  that’s  been  watching  me  ? stalking  me  ?  ❜

❛actually ,  do  you  mind  if  we  just  stop/pull  over  here  ?   ❜

❛ what  are  you  doing ?   you  missed  the  stop  back  there ?   ❜

❛   hello ?   is   someone  there  ?   ❜

❛   you’re  scaring  me  …   ❜

❛ okay ,  you’re  really  starting  to  scare  me  …  ❜

[caterva]

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[caterva]

/// would anyone be interested in a really nasty jesse starter......

[mythshire]

°✧*:·゚   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 ··· a collection of one night stand consequences, unexpected reunions, tangled sheets & complicated feelings roleplay sentence starters. genre: romance, angst, tension, consequences.

Oh, God. Hi. How are you? It's been a while, isn't it?

Wait. You work here? Since when?

I think I left my watch at your place. Can I... can I come get it?

So we're just going to pretend that didn't happen?

You never called. I waited three days and you never called.

I'm pregnant. And before you ask—yes, it's yours.

That was supposed to be a one-time thing. So why can't I stop thinking about it?

You told me your name was [insert here]. Your real name is on this hospital badge.

I need you to sign this NDA. My publicist is insisting.

My friends saw us leave together. They have questions.

I know we said no strings, but I have to tell you something.

You're my new boss. This is... this is bad.

We can't do this again. I have a reputation to protect.

You said you were single. So who the hell is that in these photos?

I woke up and you were just... gone. No note. Nothing.

This wasn't supposed to mean anything.

You're sitting at the table with my parents. What are you doing here?

My roommate recognized you from somewhere. Want to tell me where?

You left your ring on my nightstand. The one that looks suspiciously like a wedding band.

I thought I'd never see you again. I was counting on never seeing you again.

That night was a mistake. A really, really good mistake.

You told me you were leaving the country. You told me this would be easy.

We matched on the app again. Is this fate or are we both just bad at this?

You're my best friend's sibling. They can never know.

I think I'm falling for you and that wasn't part of the deal.

You gave me a fake number. I found your real one.

This is my apartment. What do you mean you live in this building?

I haven't been able to touch anyone else since you.

You blocked me on everything. So why are you here right now?

That wasn't just sex for me. I need you to know that.

We have to work together on this project. For six months.

You told me you were just passing through town.

I can still smell your cologne on my sheets and it's driving me crazy.

My therapist says I'm using you to avoid real intimacy.

You're the emergency contact in my phone. I don't remember adding you.

That wasn't supposed to be the best night of my life. But it was.

I think I caught feelings. I know, I know—that's not what we agreed to.

You're at my door at 2am. We said we weren't doing this anymore.

I told you things I've never told anyone. And then you disappeared.

We said one night. It's been three weeks.

Your wedding is in two months. I saw the invitation.

I can't keep calling you when I'm lonely. It's not fair to either of us.

You said your name was different. I found your driver's license.

I know we're not together, but seeing you with someone else made me want to break things.

You're the worst decision I keep making over and over again.

[choco-bite]

Me being possessive is my love language🎀

[rubymemes]

Send 😳 to walk in on my muse getting changed!

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[gothamusings-deactivated2024032]

THE MORNING AFTER PROMPTS. a collection of memes derived from the morning after trope, for roleplaying purposes. feel free to edit as you see fit. do not steal (18+). send (reverse) along with any action prompts to swap the assigned roles.

i'm surprised that you stayed.

would you believe me if i said that i don't normally do this?

last night was incredible. i especially liked it when you did the thing.

how long have you been awake?

don't move. i'm comfortable.

what would you say to some breakfast?

i should really go.

i like waking up next to you.

you know, i could go another round. or three.

you look cute first thing in the morning.

i don't think i'm gonna be able to walk today.

what time is it?

i don't think i caught your name.

stop moving.

you talk in your sleep.

you have to leave, right now.

how did my shirt get there?

i'm trying so hard not to kiss you right now.

shut up, i'm trying to sleep.

your feet are cold.

i was worried last night had been a dream.

wanna order food and spoon for a while?

i thought you'd left.

come back to bed.

i didn't want to disturb you.

your phone was ringing.

last night didn't mean anything. you know that, right?

i've been waiting so long for this.

i love you.

kiss. for sender's muse to waken receiver's muse up with a kiss.

spoon. for sender's muse to pull receiver's muse flush against them, spooning them.

breakfast. for sender's muse to bring receiver's muse breakfast in bed.

morning. for our muses to have sleepy, morning sex.

shower. for our muses to shower together.

bathe. for our muses to bathe together.

kitchen. for our muses to prepare breakfast together.

trace. for sender's muse to trace the marks they left on receiver's body.

watch. for sender's muse to just silently watch the receiver's muse as they sleep.

display. for sender's muse to watch as receiver's muse begins to get dressed.

pin. for sender's muse to stop the receiver's muse from leaving the bed.

mouth. for sender's muse to initiate sleepy oral sex on receiver's muse.