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[lunarrps]

intro to lunarrps

21+ only! semi-selective. multimuse. multiship. multiverse.

this space is as much for smut as it is character and writing development. i usually prefer slow burns and things like enemies to lovers, however i'm willing to write jumping into things depending on what it is.

all characters must be 18+

multipara to novella replies with the occasional single paragraph depending on mood and what i'm replying to. i do not do one-liners. at least as serious rp.

chemistry over everything

canons, original characters, & canon divergent.

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[taleswritten]

@lunarrps gets a plotted starter for Visi & Dean

Courtney’s been watching him for a while now. Swiping that credit card at this bar like it’s absolutely nothing. What kind of limit is on that kind of thing? The food in this bar & grill smells heavenly and it’s been a few days since she’s actually eaten. 

He’s her target. She could either walk up to him, seduce him, and take his money or.....something a little more chaotic. She moves in the sea of people, headed for two men close to Dean while completely invisible. 

She throws a punch that neither of them actually see coming, hitting one man square in the nose hard enough to make him bleed. She almost feels sorry for the poor bastard, probably would if she wasn’t so fucking hungry. 

Again, she goes invisible and ducks out of the way and behind Dean. 

“Hey! What the fuck?!” The man holding his nose calls out and turns to the closest man next to him to throw another punch, mistaking the man for the one who hit him. It becomes an all out fight, that thankfully Dean is only witness too, but as he’s distracted nimble invisible fingers grab a credit card from his back pocket before she’s taking off again, feet carrying her quickly away and back into the crowd where she releases her breath so she doesn’t have a asthma attack. 

She inhales a large gasping breath before her breathing stabilizes and heads for the bar, sliding into a stool at the bar that is far enough away from people that she doesn’t have to deal with any idiots trying to flirt with her. 

She lifts her hand to wave the bartender over where she offers him the credit card, “Gimme the juiciest burger you got, some fries, and some whiskey.” The man rings it up, swipes the card, and hands it back to Visi before he goes to tell the cook her order. 

She turns the card over in her hands, finding the name on the back of it. A woman’s name. Huh. Did he steal it too? Is that why he’s been swiping it like crazy? Interesting.  

Well, it’s hers now, so she slides it her own pocket while she waits, glancing around to see where the guy she’d stolen it from had ended up. 

[lunarrps]

Dean was trying to enjoy his day off. He had picked the nearest dive bar and told Sam to leave him alone. No phone calls, no work, no emergencies. The only person who should be calling anyone it would be Dean calling Sam to come pick him up if he couldn't find a cab or someone to take him to their place. Sam had agreed of course, his poor brother had sleep to catch up on too.

Everything was shaping up to be a rather relaxed night until the commotion near him and an angry man swung at him accidentally through the drunken chaos. "Whoa whoa!" Dean called out with his hands up. For once Dean was telling the truth and he had no interest in fighting some random drunk. So, he separated himself further. He pushed back and reached into his pocked to grab out a few dollars and toss it onto the bar as a tip.

He'd been paying with his card that night, but he liked to pay as he went and tip with cash. "Sorry about them," he said as the fight seemed to slow down and Dean reached back into his pocket to find something missing. One of his cards. He looked around and checked under the seat. Nothing. "Hey," he said to the bartender, "Have you seen a blue card laying around?"

The bartender shook his head and Dean sighed as he began to double check all his pockets but still nothing. He notices a woman at the edge of the bar and almost goes to ask her, but something in his head tells her she wouldn't know. Then again, she looked like she could be very nimble.

His eyes looked her up and down and any memory of his card began to melt away. He decided to walk over to her despite his better judgement and took a seat beside her. The next part he blamed the alcohol for. "Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?" He asked with a smirk and chuckled. "I'm sorry, that was stupid. You're smart taking refuge over here though. Mind if I join you?"

[starlightsinsrp]

intro to starlightsinsrp

21+ only! semi-selective. multimuse. multiship. multiverse.

this space is mostly for smut. this is a sideblog so i will follow back from lunarrps!

all characters must be 18+ dms open | carrd

multipara to novella replies with the occasional single paragraph depending on mood and what i'm replying to. i do not do one-liners. at least as serious rp.

dead dove do not eat. canons, original characters, & canon divergent.

[venusblooded]

“A stage name?” Venera echoed, intrigue flickering across her features. “So you are an artist, then. How fascinating.” Her gaze lingered on him thoughtfully before she tilted her head ever so slightly.

“But why such a name?” she asked softly. “Asmodeus… a powerful king of demons, recognized primarily within Judeo-Christian mythology.” There was almost amusement in the way she spoke of it, though her voice carried the ease of someone well versed in old texts and forbidden lore alike.

“In the deuterocanonical Book of Tobit, he is known as the demon of lust who plagued Sarah by killing her husbands upon their wedding nights, until he was ultimately banished by the archangel Raphael.” Her eyes narrowed just slightly, studying him.

“And as Ashmedai, king of demons, he appears within the Talmud and the legends of King Solomon himself… credited even with aiding in the construction of the First Temple.” A faint smile tugged at her lips then. “Now, I assume you are not that Asmodeus… are you?” As she spoke, the back of her palm brushed gently against his cheek, her touch deceptively soft.

“I highly doubt someone with a face as angelic as yours could truly be such a creature,” she murmured. “Although… appearances can be deceiving, of course.” A soft hum escaped her before she continued. “Still, you strike me as nothing like your wicked brother.” A quiet giggle slipped past her lips, light and melodic. Yet there was calculation behind her eyes all the same.

“Though I must admit, I wonder what led you to choose such a name. What shaped you into this…” Her gaze slowly traveled over him again. “And what shaped him.” Her expression darkened slightly at the mention of Aros. “He is a vampire, yes… but a strange one. He carries an aura similar to that of an Original, yet he is not quite one.” She paused thoughtfully. “He is something else entirely. Something I have not yet managed to unravel.” Venera could not help but let out a soft chuckle as her finger tilted gently beneath his chin.

“You should not flatter me so carelessly,” she mused. “Nor should you suggest Aphrodite plays favorites. She does not.” There was something almost reverent in her tone now, devotion woven carefully through every word.

“She loves all of her children equally. All those born beneath her grace are beautiful in their own way.” Her lips curved faintly. “Beauty exists in every shape, every form, every imperfection. That is the nature of her divinity.” Her thumb brushed lightly once more before she finally withdrew her hand from his face. “Still…” she hummed softly, “I shall gladly accept the compliment, dearest boy.” She took a slow step back, elegant as ever, her movements almost theatrical without trying to be.

“Let us simply say I am deeply devoted to my craft.” There was pride in her voice now, subtle but unmistakable. “I happen to be the leader of my coven. More specifically, the head of the Friuli-Venezia Giulia branch.” She tilted her head slightly. “You would be utterly bewildered if you knew how large our humble little coven has become over the centuries.” A quiet laugh escaped her before she dismissed the topic with a wave of her hand.

“But enough about me for now.” Her gaze settled onto him again, slower this time, more curious than confrontational. “I would much rather hear about you.” She circled him ever so slightly once more, studying him as though attempting to piece together an impossible puzzle.

“A demon… and a vampire.” Her brows lifted faintly. “Now that is a story.” A thoughtful hum followed. “How exactly does something like that come to be?”

[lunarrps]

Elion listened to her speak and was very impressed with her knowledge that she began to spout to him. He hummed and leaned into her hand on his cheek. His own hand raised to place against the back of her hand. His thumb rubbed against the skin gently before he took it in his. Not a threat or something foreceful. But he pulled her hand from his face. "Appearances can be deceiving indeed," he hummed softly.

He kissed the top of her hand and released it. "I was an adventurous and jealous beast back then," he told her with a small, nervous smile, "I am the very same though. Cursed into this body by a ritual that made my brother and sister what they are as well." Elion and Asmodeus had bled into one over the thousands of years together. It was a long story that he could sit and tell her if she wished, but it would take a long while that he wasn't sure she was eager to pick apart. Especially when she seemed more interested in figuring out his brother.

"You are also right in him being something far different," he told her, "We all are. Born before the Originals and something that we hoped would be the only ones walking the world, but I'm sure you know that didn't exactly stay locked up. The Originals are a bastardized version of what Aros became." His voice was laced with a slight anger and edge that he gathered control of. "We tried to destroy our parents' work, but the curiosity and determination of humans and all that."

He waved his hand dismissively, as if the details didn't matter. Especially when it could spell out weaknesses and things he didn't feel in his right to give out. Yes, he liked giving tools to people who were struggling with Aros. What he didn't like was the karma that came with it. Instead, he smiled warmly as she spoke about devotion and Aphrodite. "I figured she didn't," he replied, "I wouldn't want to pick favorites either."

Elion watched her half circle him and he felt honored at her wanting to pick him apart. He turned and now it was his turn to place a gentle hand on her cheek and rub the skin softly. "I don't think you wish to hear the tale of a demon," he spoke softly, "The story of a kid forced to grow up too fast. The demon who helped him through life and the way they became one creature. Not much to tell other than that. One of my concerts might help get a better picture than I can really describe to you. Besides, we'd potentially be here for months discussing it. My siblings and I are well over four-thousand-years-old. There's a lot of history there. It's a bit of a confusing mess sometimes."

[lunarrps]

╰─..★.──── dancing with the devil king himself ; dean & lucifer @taleswritten

Another night. Another stretch without sleep. Lux. It had been the one lead he had and while he felt like he was grasping at straws, he had to try something. It wouldn't kill him to get a drink too. The demon hunting front had been rather quiet over the last couple months. Maybe someone had tipped them off that the Winchesters were in town or something. Maybe they decided to behave, but Dean had a hard time believing that.

He shut the door to the Impala and told Sam to park it somewhere close and keep an eye out just in case shit went sideways. Couldn't be too careful and Dean felt better going in alone for once. For one it didn't put Sam in danger but having both the boys walk into a place that they suspected to be a demon hotspot? That was just asking for trouble off the rip. If it was just Dean maybe they wouldn't see it as a threat.

When he walked inside he wasn't sure if he was underdressed or dressed perfectly. There was a combination of different outfits and vibes. But he almost felt naked with his jeans, worn boots, t-shirt, and brown jacket. Beautiful women and what he would describe as a perfect den for sin. A woman came up to him and placed a hand on his chest and he smiled nervously. "Thanks," he said as he backed away, "I'm good. Just getting a drink."

She smirked at him as he walked away and he felt the strange feeling creep up his spine. He shook his head free of the feeling and went to sit at the bar. He looked up at the expansive selection of liquors and had a sinking feeling they wouldn't have beer but he still decided to ask, "Got any beer?"

[lunarrps]

//✰ new icon ♡

and new header. i need to make it more cohesive but i'm tired rn i'm not sure how much i'll be around today but i'll try! i have a goal to do some things with a personal project. BUT if you wanna chat/plot please shoot me a dm on disco if you have it~ if you don't you can dm me here and i can give to you!

[simkaye]

Pride prints are back in stock but leaving soon! 🐹🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[djotime]

Sophie Thatcher shot by Julian Ungano for “Her Private Hell” press at Cannes Film Festival

[mythshire]

※.·:·.※ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ··· a collection of chosen bonds, found family, & unconditional belonging roleplay sentence starters. genre: platonic love, hurt and comfort, loyalty.

• You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine. • How are you? Wait, did I ask that already? • I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean that. • Oh, God. I thought something happened to you. Don't scare me like that. • You're not alone in this. You know that, right? • We're family. That's what we do. We show up. • Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now. • Get out of here with that. You're not a burden. Don't ever say that again. • Is there anything you need? Food? A blanket? Someone to just sit with you? • So, what's next for us? • I have to admit there's a small part of me that's terrified you'll wake up one day and realize you don't need me anymore... that you'll leave. • It's just... I've never had this before. People who stay. • Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone. • I know I'm not easy to deal with. But thank you. For staying anyway. • [Name], I don't know what I'm doing half the time, okay? But I know I'm not doing it without you. • I don't really know where else I'd want to be, except right here. • You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that? • I really think you saved my life. Not dramatically. Just... by being here. • Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you. • You don't owe me anything. This is what family does • Stop apologizing. You're allowed to need help. • I made your favorite. Thought you could use some comfort food today. • You look exhausted. When's the last time you actually slept? • I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember? • We've been through worse. We'll get through this too. • You don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me. • I brought you something. It's stupid, but it made me think of you. • Come on. Let's get you home. • You matter to me. More than you know. • I've got your back. Always have, always will. • You're shaking. Here, take my jacket. • I know you're scared. It's okay to be scared. • You did good today. Really good. • I'm proud of you. I don't say that enough. • Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving. • You think I'd let you face this alone? Not a chance. • I'll stay up with you. I don't mind. • You're safe here. I promise. • Tell me what you need. Anything. • You don't have to pretend with me. • I trust you. Completely. • You've got this. And if you don't, we've got this. • I'd do anything for you. You know that, right? • You're not too much. You're never too much. • This is your home now. For as long as you want it. • I'll fight for you if you can't fight for yourself right now. • You make me want to be better. A better person. • I chose you. I keep choosing you. Every day. • You're allowed to fall apart. I'll hold the pieces until you're ready.

[lunarrps]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 i love y'all and hope this month is full of fun and color~ and i hope y'all have a wonderful day today!

i'm gonna try and get some more things done today. got some errands to do but will try! also heavily tempted to rp bree, pixie, elion, and callum heavily rn so if you're reading this you should lemme know which one you'd like and i can throw them at you!

[foolish-byron]

when i say "romanticise the ordinary" i don't mean "hide all aspects of your life that do not fit under some kind of aesthetic" but rather "strive to find beauty in all the little things because i promise you, happiness can be found everywhere"

[memedrome]

My Blog is strictly Anti Generative AI

I use no Generative AI to write for me.

I use no Generative AI to create images for me.

I do not wish to write with people who actively use Generative AI.

If you write with me, you won't ever have to fear any AI being used to doing my replies for you. I will not feed your writing to ChatGPT and the like, and I would appreciate it if you don't feed my writing to any kind of Generative AI either. You do not have my consent to do so.

If I reblog AI images/text or use images for aesthetics/graphics that were originally generated without realizing, please let me know. Generative AI images have infiltrated Pinterest and other sites so much, it can be hard to tell sometimes.

[wttcsms]

"he can do no wrong" well actually i think he did a lot of wrong things, and that's specifically what attracted me to him in the first place

[lunarrps]

//☆ i love i can throw wendigo in every game universe so far. another verse added - species: unknown~

[lunarrps]

sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . (for Pixie)

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 - always accepting.

Pixie had finished her set for the night and she was excited to hit the bars and after party events. She'd just changed from her last stage outfit of the night into what was originally a nightgown. But when she put a turtleneck with a heart shape cut out of it and some white stockings it was a cute little party outfit. She matched them with the cutest pink heels that had little straps and lace that made the perfect accessory to it all.

She was ready to head out and get drunk and have some fun. That's why she was in this nightclub now. A nightclub geared more toward women and a more clean place than most other bars or clubs you might see around. It was filled with pink and red neon lights that gave it a soft glow rather than a feeling of trapped sensuality. The music playing was one of hers. When the DJ heard she was here she began to play all sorts of music that Pixie had wrote.

The night was shaping up to be a long one full of fun as she danced around and brushed against bodies of women and very few men. Pixie was in a state of bliss when she felt someone touch the back of her neck and turn her around. She wasn't complaining when she saw how gorgeous the woman was and began to dance with her. And when their lips met Pixie melted into the kiss.

Her own hand reached up to cup the woman's and slid along her jaw to the back of her head. She hummed as their lips danced together and Pixie teased her bottom lip with her tongue. Begging for more from her. Gods this night could only get better if she managed to take this woman home with her. Her tongue teased against the other's as she gently massaged the back of her head and pressed her body closer to her. A hunger and a greed building in the pit of her stomach.

[melamemea]

sexual sentences .

a collection of dirty talk sentences.

soft .

“ I want to lick you all over…”

“ You’re so hot…”

“ ~Keep doing that.”

“ There’s no where else I’d rather be than inside of you right now“

“ Keep spreading, baby ~ I’m gonna fill you up so good…”

“ That feels amazing baby “

“ Tell me what you like ~ “

“ Come sit on my lap, love “

“ Mmm… do you like that? “

“ I’m getting so turned on/wet/hard “

“ You look so handsome right now…“

“ What do you feel like doing to me?” 

“ You look so gorgeous right now…”

“ I love how you look at me when you’re turned on…” 

“ Tell me if it’s too hard…”

“ Mmm… you taste so good baby. ” 

“ ~ Tell me when you’re about to come?”

“ I could spend all day between your legs…”

“  I’m getting close —”

“ You’re so damn gorgeous. “

less soft .

“ I love your big hands all over my ass.”

“ ~  Get on your knees for me?”

“ I love your big hands all over my chest.”

“ I love your small hands all over my cock.”

“ You have such a perfect ass/cock/pussy/body/etc.” 

“ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. “

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your cock.”

“ Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. ” 

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your pussy.” 

“ That’s it ~ Good girl/boy…” 

“ You sound so sexy when I’m going down on you “

“ I want you to cum for me/on me/in me”

“ You can have me any way you want me baby “

“ Mmm… I can tell that you’re having fun…”

“ Where do you want to cum? ~”

“ Relax… just lie back and let me make you cum. “ 

“ Where do you want me to cum?”

“ ~ I love the things you do with your tongue.” 

“ Strip for me, honey. Slow. I want to savor every inch of you. “

rough .

“ I want you to cum so hard that I feel your cock pulsing inside of me “

“ Get on your knees ~ ?”

“ I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this. “

“ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock “ 

“ Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you/when you fuck me ” 

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little ass clenching around my cock ” 

“ Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you…” 

“ Mmm… I fucking love it when you ride me like this…“

“… I own this pretty little pussy/big wet cock ~”¨

“ Get over here, big boy. Show me what you’re packing. “

“ I’m going to lick you and suck you until you come. “

“ Ride me harder !” 

“ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~”

“ I love it when I can feel you squeeze around me “

“ Use your mouth on me. “

“ You like that, don’t you? You like it when your woman does that to you? “

“ I adore how naughty you are. “

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy/girl/woman/man…”

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Smutty One-Liners Part VI

"Feel this? It's just for you."

"Let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

"I want to taste you so badly."

"Make me beg for it."

"Oh I can do this all night long."

"You surprise me every day."

"Let's find out how much you want it."

"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer."

"Come on, please, do it."

"Oh, you like that?"

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?"

"Well, let's see what happens tonight."

"Can you kiss it better?"

"Oh, you're hard to please."

"I had a very nice dream that started like this."

"You are so amazing, please never stop."

"Can you be good for me?"

"It's so hot when you talk like that."

"Stop teasing me and do it!"

"You're still holding back, just let go."

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

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