You find yourself in a dark forest...

Ask/RP blog for The Author from Danger in Fiction. This is a side blog. My main blog is septicgrumpyplier. I greet my followers IC.

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Butts

Badger

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Wow, you’re a lot nicer than I thought you would be.” -whisper

“Am I? I suspect I’m not very nice at all, actually.” 

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🦋

“Badger. It’s my dUTY to inform you that I am in a FANTASsssssTIC mood,” the Author slurred drunkenly, swaying on his feet. 

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send a symbol for your muse to find mine...

🌷- Alone

🥀- Dying

🤕- Injured/sick

☠️- Dead

🐥- Alive

😈- Possessed

👻- As a ghost

😼- Transformed into an animal/monster

🦋- In a joyful mood

☔️- In a somber mood

☀️- Overheated

☃️- Shivering from the cold

💫- Dazed and dizzy

💦- Crying

🍇- Extremely hungry

🏇🏻- Being chased

🗜- Stuck in a trap

🔮- In a dream

🛌- Bedridden

📖- Reading/studying

🎍- Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave

🌼- Caring for some plants

⭐️- Stargazing

☄️- In a dangerous situation

[undermonster-gaming]

@darkimoo-ask-and-rp wanna do one of these, with Roles Reversed?

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You’ve been missed, my dear friend. 💚👼🏽

Have I? I disappeared without any correspondence. Hardly worth missing. 

[thelilangelmark]

Well yeah so did I

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I didn’t know that. Hard to notice someone going missing if you never try to contact them.

[thelilangelmark]

Haha fam I’ve been gone for months it’s been quite the ride. Going off the grid is more thrilling than people realise

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Well, I’ve always been off the grid, technically speaking. 

[thelilangelmark]

This is true! In your cute little cabin in th woods. I love that place

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I don’t see why. It’s intentionally dingy and unsettling. 

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🍼 "Here hold me this would ya?"

The Author took the baby with a grimace, holding it under it’s armpits at arm’s length. “Wh-what? Why did you hand this to me? What do you want me to do with it? Ugh, gross, it’s drooling.” The amount of no fucking thank you the Author was feeling at the moment was palpable. “How long do I have to hold this for?” He wasn’t a monster. He wouldn’t drop it. But he really, really didn’t want to have to hold it any longer than was necessary. 

[seanthecamboy]

Sean fixed the cloth to his back and picked the baby back so that with some knots and ties,they were tightly against the Irish back.

“Dude it’s my kid,it’s not a octopus."He chuckles.

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“I see very little difference, to be perfectly honest.” Both things were clingy and unpleasantly slimy. “I never understood the desire to own a child.” 

@seanthecamboy

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can you write me a thicc ass

I can. Here you go: As the anon sat in front of their computer, they were shocked to discover that their backside was growing exponentially in size. At first, they were delighted with this, as it was all they had ever dreamed of. Then, to their horror, they discovered that their derriere was not showing any signs of stopping. It grew and grew until it crushed their chair. Then it kept on growing until knocked down the walls and crashed through the roof of their home. Finally, it halted. The anon’s ass was thicc, as they had once desired, but it would garner them no benefits. They could not move. The rest of their body hung uselessly from their back-end. Then they fucking died. The End. 

[domiplier]

well shit this one was me

guess this is how i go, guys

my ass was too thicc

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“That’s what you get for asking me such ridiculous things.”

[domiplier]

“Listen, sometimes you have to ask stupid stuff. You gotta loosen up, laugh a little!” He said, nudging the other male. “Do you ever laugh, Author?”

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The Author scowled at the other man. “Of course I do.” Just because he couldn’t think of an example right now didn’t mean anything.

[domiplier]

He rolled his eyes, obviously not convinced. “I don’t believe that for a minute. I made a top notch joke, and you really didn’t think it was funny at all?”

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“If anyone’s joke was top notch here, it was mine. It was an entire paragraph of commitment to the bit. Your ‘joke’ wasn’t even ten words long.”

[domiplier]

Dominic mocked offense, and shook his head. “Hey, I’m just as smart as you. I can be smart with humor. I just have a wide range of things I laugh, and that includes ass jokes.” He said, winking at the Author. “That’s why I laugh at you.”

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The Author’s scowl only deepened. “If this an attempt at friendship, its a poor one.” If he recalled correctly, though, he and Dominic had never been on the best of terms. Perhaps this was a poorly disguised attempt to upset him.

[domiplier]

Immediately, golden eyes softened, and a genuine, small smile spread on Dominic’s face. “Hey, I’m just messing with you.” He tilted his head, blue curls falling into his face. “Listen, I know you and I were never really… friends, but I’ll make the effort to be your friend, if you’re okay with that.”

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The Author looked at Dominic suspiciously, but he saw no hint of deception. “I suppose that’s fine,” he said stiffly. He, himself, wasn’t very good at making friends.

[domiplier]

The devil smiled again, and crossed his arms. “No more jokes. I’m serious this time. I promise I’m not an asshole all the time.”

[inkheartbeat]

“Well, that’s good. I wish I could say the same about myself but…” The Author shrugged. He knew he had an unpleasant personality, and yet some people still insisted on liking him. He wasn’t sure what that was about.

[domiplier]

Dominic shrugged, and poked the Author. “Well, you might not be the most pleasant person in the world, but I’m sure you’ve got layers. I don’t think you’re just a grumpy recluse.” He said, letting his arms fall to hang at his sides. “Nobody is completely bad. Or at least, that’s my philosophy.”

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The Author gave a withering look at the offending finger that had violated his person. “Everyone has complexities, that is true,” the Author conceded. “Still, not everyone is compatible with everyone else, and I rather think I’m not compatible with the majority of people. That’s all.” 

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Babe. You know I'd never forget you

“Hard to say if that’s true or not, considering the anonymity of this message.” 

[doc-iplier]

I ought to smack you, ass.

[inkheartbeat]

Are you so sure that would end well for you, Nik? I seem to remember our dynamic being the other way around.

[doc-iplier]

Last I remember, babe, was you getting punished for torturing Anti unnecessarily harsh, hmm? You seemed quite fond of it, too

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My memory must be getting as faulty as that little green whelp’s, because I don’t remember that actually taking place. 

[doc-iplier]

Mhmm. Convenient, Ink. Perhaps I should replace the alcohol on you without your knowledge, hmm?

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I’m not sure how you’d manage that, but should you do so, you’d find there would be consequences.

[doc-iplier]

“I’m sure I’d figure something out, heh.” He grinned. “Don’t I get a kiss? You’ve been gone forever.”

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“…So I have.” The Author frowned and rubbed his face. “One wonders why you would even want anything to do with me, anymore.”

[doc-iplier]

“Oh, hush. You know I love you, broodiness and all.” Nik snorted, leaning against Author’s side heavily. “You’re mine and I have no intention of letting go any time soon.”

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“And yet, I seem to keep getting away from you regardless.”

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“You do, yes. Maybe I should chain you up to my bed… make you dance for me in a gold bikini heh.” Nik chuckled, winking.

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The Author rolled his eyes. “Now I’m definitely not kissing you.” 

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The doctor pouted, flopping into his lap, making half-assed grabby hands. Truthfully he was glad; Nik had missed his author terribly.

“It was a joke, spoilsport.”

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The Author was not in a good headspace for this, but he had learned by now that trying to destroy his relationships didn’t ever work out the way he wanted it to, with him being left alone to his misery and the people he cared about happy and better off without him. So he leaned down and pressed his lips against the doctor’s. 

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Nik sighed in content, returning the kiss, perhaps a bit more eagar than his earlier attitude seemed. He ran a hand through the author’s hair as he cradled his head, the other seeking a free hand.

He missed his taste, his smell—faint ink, old books, and the hint of whatever alcohol he’d consumed last.

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The Author hummed and tangled his hand with the Doctor’s searching one. After a moment, he pulled back and yawned. “It’s rather late. We should probably sleep.” 

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“You haven’t been sleeping again, have you babe?” Nik asked softly, a small smile pulling at his lips, thumb rubbing gently over the back of Ink’s hand.

Nevermind the bags beneath his eyes, the workaholic.

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“Have I ever really had a normal sleep schedule?” His insomnia was as persistent as always. The Author shrugged. “I prefer to stay up late, anyway.” Night provided the appropriate mood lighting for his writing. Not that he was doing much of that anymore.

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“Mm, true.” Nik agreed, sitting up with his hand still laced with his author’s.

“My bed is bigger,” he grinned softly, tugging gently on Ink’s arm as he rose in an attempt to bring him along. “And you’re always welcome to join me in it, heh.”

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The Author stood. “It’s bigger, but it’s further away,” he argued. “While my bed is only a few steps away.” He nodded at the Full bed. “It’s not so small…” 

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“True.” Nik chuckled, pulling him towards said bed.

“Need help with your jammies, babe?” The doctor teased gently, embracing his lover affectionately. “A massage, perhaps? A uhh, bedtime story?”

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The Author rolled his eyes. “Your teasing burns only yourself, Nikolas. After all, the implication here is that you are romantically involved with a minor.” 

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Wow, you're back? Yay! I missed you! So you'll rp again?

[I’m in and out. I have a job now so I can’t dedicate a lot of time to RP, but I’m trying to keep up with it] 

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Don’t ever say no to Author, it never ends well.

(A watercolor and inked drawing of my favourite ego for the masses.)

[platonicrpmemes]

Making New Friends

“How did you end up here?”

“So you got stuck doing this, too.”

“Anything any good here?”

“I wouldn’t eat that. Trust me.”

“This is pretty boring, huh?”

“Want to find something more fun?”

“Where’s your adventurous spirit?”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, thanks for checking on me.”

“Wow, you’re a lot nicer than I thought you would be.”

“How did you do that?”

“It’s easy. Here, you try.”

“I just can’t get it!”

“Could you give me hand?”

“Thanks for holding the door. These are heavy!”

“I promise, I’m not as scary as I seem.”

“Just give it a chance.”

“No! Don’t do that!”

“You should be more careful.”

“I don’t know what that guy’s problem was.”

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

“You can come, too, if you want.”

“You go first.”

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You’ve been missed, my dear friend. 💚👼🏽

Have I? I disappeared without any correspondence. Hardly worth missing. 

[thelilangelmark]

Well yeah so did I

[inkheartbeat]

I didn’t know that. Hard to notice someone going missing if you never try to contact them.

[thelilangelmark]

Haha fam I’ve been gone for months it’s been quite the ride. Going off the grid is more thrilling than people realise

[inkheartbeat]

Well, I’ve always been off the grid, technically speaking. 

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You’ve been missed, my dear friend. 💚👼🏽

Have I? I disappeared without any correspondence. Hardly worth missing. 

[thelilangelmark]

Well yeah so did I

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I didn’t know that. Hard to notice someone going missing if you never try to contact them.

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What is your opinion on typewriters? I recently grew an interest for them and I personally think they are super neat.

I use typewriters frequently. I’ve never been very good with technology, and I think there’s a certain romance to using typewriters and quills..

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Is there a situation you wouldn't put someone in?

There are many. I put my muses in certain situations to write my books. If something doesn’t fit the theme of my books, I’m not likely to put someone in a situation like that. When it comes to people earning my ire, I do have certain moral boundary lines. I wouldn’t have anyone be sexually assaulted, for instance.

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You’ve been missed, my dear friend. 💚👼🏽

Have I? I disappeared without any correspondence. Hardly worth missing. 

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You underestimate me

No I don’t.