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@summonerwithstyle
WHAT YEAR IS IT!?
Right so last thing I remember is get an invite to a minor court's shindig, and when your neighbors invite you out, you turn up, and you bring a gift. Well next thing I know my phone doesnt work and my hideouts been replaced with a bloody amazon depot. What in the blue bullocks is this crap. How long was that damn party!
Licia Ronzulli, member of the European Parliament, has been taking her daughter Vittoria to the Parliament sessions for two years now.
Every time this is on my dash, it’s an automatic reblog.
How could you ever work with Binder? Short, fat, virtually useless. British to boot, you filthy traitor. America is disappointed in you. And his name is Binder for Christ's sake! What kind of idiot calls himself that!
(insult someone close to my muse)
Gee, that sure is a whole lotta stuff that has no effect on how well he can do a job!
You seem really shallow, whoever you are. Also, maybe take the whole America-fuck-yeah routine to someone who cares?
"Funny story, Jesus Christ binder is what their mother kept saying all night" 😈🍆💦
Go in my inbox and tell me what class my muse would play if they sat down for a D&D game
Or tell me what MY class would be!
Get creative!
Reblog if you’re alright with creating new verses or AU’s to interact with other RPer’s!
While your muses might not be from the same universe or be able to interact easily, things can always be worked out if the muns collaborate and talk with each other!
Reunion | Binder & Hannah
Binder spit his last mouthful of beer into the glass and pushed it away from him. “Ballocks, Just what exactly did you think happened.” Binders sneering contempt for his protege's attitude. “Do tell love, in what way did you avoid becoming Nicodemus pawn.” Reaching into his breast pocket he set down a square of duck egg blue silk and leaned back into his seat watching Hannah. “You think you're a hot shot. Let me guess you’re still carrying around vengeance crush on Dudley dumbass. Do you want to know why he beat you and I need you to understand he was playing nice, used the kid gloves.” Binder voice lowered and a hiss of desperate rage rolled out “Dresden is the bloody Winter fucking knight. Consort to Mab. He keeps his eyes on the job when he dropped you for the count it was just another day in the office sweeping up trash.”
His hand then placed next to the square of silk a simple flip phone the sort Binder commonly used as a burner. “I thought that your little stay in the down under would have knocked sense into you. I assumed you traded the coin to get out but I'm betting you're still holding it right now. You think it’s your friend. That you have some shared goal. Wrong love. You are the meat it’s currently wearing. If the thing inside that coin could act on it’s own then I would sooner chop my own cock off before it twitches a finger to do you a favor.”
Binder wanted to slap Hannah he wanted to ring her neck until she coughed up the bloody thing but that would have been pointless. “The reason you’re going to fail in your little get Dresden scheme is simple. You are making it personal. I bet you that anyone in the fellowship would have handed him the knife and presented their own throats to destroy the reds.” Binders called over the waitress and asked for a check then returned his attention to Hannah. “No love you’re after him because he hurt you not them. That parisite you're feeding is trying to take something that never belonged to it. Trust me that the last thing it is concerned with is your well being. The best way to con a mark is making them think you share a goal. I taught you that. Eyes on the money so here is my price.”
Binder set his hands flat on the table so She could be sure he wasnt going to pull a gun or attack her. “You can A put the coin in the handkerchief and give it up. You really want Dresden dead I’ll help. It will be an assassination, not revenge that's why you lost. If you just killed the idiot instead of monologuing about how its all his fault and you deserve yadda yadda yadda. That was the coin by the way. Think about it. It wanted something from Dresden.”
“Plan B you take the phone and get out. Save the 3rd number on the speed dial and when you fuck up. And you will fuck up Hannah if you keep letting the thing run a gift on you. You call uncle binder that will use the Reborn Fellowship to pull your ass out of the fire. The price for saving you will be one Silver coin containing the essence of Chav Bint.” Binder watched her, his eyes empty as he pushed back all the emotion from his features.
“It's your call, Hannah. Do you trust Uncle binder the man that took you in fed clothed and taught you how to survive, or the Chav Bint who got you trapped in hell and will turn on you the moment it has enough leverage to be in the driver's seat? Think carefully Hannah, you are nothing but meat for it to get about in. Don't let it play you.”
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I know I’m “only” 21 but the RP world often makes me feel so incredibly old with all these 14&15 year olds and such. So…how about, reblog if you’re a roleplayer and you’re 20+.
YOUR DRAGON NAME
last two letters of your first name
middle two letters of your last name
first two letters of your mother’s name
last letter of your father’s name
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Mun: Anzmbrnd? That doesn't really work for me
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Reunion | Binder & Hannah
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The smile that crossed Binders face was like that of a much younger man without the years of hard-bitten cynicism. Part of him wanted to scold her about rule number 1 or ask why she hadn’t trusted him with her hate of Dresden. Binder has never been a fan of the white council and their high-minded ilk. But he did enjoy the protection their presence offered most of humanity. Binder didn’t waste his breath on any of that. “Hannah muppet you’re alive!” He spoke breathlessly and caught her in his arms.
The embrace was a quick and without any reservation. Binder knew that it was possible if not likely that someone was running a game on the old thief, he didn’t care. The thing of it was Binder could play too and if this wasn’t his Hannah he would flay those responsible. With a steadying breath, Binder took Hannahs elbow and lead her to the nears pub. “I need a pint, and you have a lot of explaining to do my girl. I have been trying to find a way to get you out of the down under the better part of 2 years don’t.”
At the bar, the pair found a booth with a good view of both exists and wall at their backs. Throwing a few bills on to the table top for the waitress Binder spoke in a terse tone “A Guinness and whatever my companions in the mood for and do keep the Pints coming deary, I have a feeling it’s one of those days.”
Leaning back into his seat Binder finally let go of Hannah his grip hadn’t been rough and he had avoided manhandling the girl he took off the streets. Her loss has cut him deeper than anyone would have guessed, the fact was he loved Hannah, not as a man loves a woman but as a father adores and indulges their daughters. Binder had needed to touch her and feel her presence to assure himself she wasn’t a figment or a cheap trick. She might still be a trick but an impressive one. Binder shoved down all the joy hope and affection he felt for the first person he could call friend in years and spoke calmly “it’s grand to have you back love, now do tell uncle Binder how you managed it. Then we can discuss what you’d been thinking accepting that bloody coin. I know damn well I taught you better. Do you need money or a place to stay? I’m here for you love.” Binder patted and held her hand before his beer came then set to the task of getting rascally drunk.
Hannah stood, more than a little confused, as Binder threw his arms around her in a hug. They’d gotten along well ever since he’d taken her under his wing, but he’d hardly ever been the touchy-feely type.
What is Uncle Binder’s Rule Number Two?
Keep your eyes on the money.
That’s right. Don’t take things personal, don’t get emotional. We’re professionals, love.
She returned the embrace, a little stiffly, patting the older man on the back.They broke apart, and he was quick to take her by the elbow, steer her toward a little pub on the corner and through the doors. Ordered a Guinness and whatever Hannah wanted–she echoed his order, a little absently. The strange situation seemed much more important than what they were drinking. Binder sounded like he wanted to catch up.
Maybe he just wanted answers.
Maybe both?
It’s grand to have you back, love. His voice was calmer now, but she knew him, and could hear the sincerity in it. Hannah was sure that if she ever saw Binder again, he’d want nothing to do with her. Dresden must have told him about what happened down in Hades’ vault, about Hannah’s deal with Nicodemus Archleone, and Binder must have thought less of her for it. That only made sense.
What is Uncle Binder’s Rule Number One?
Money or nothing. Anything else costs too much.
But here he was, happy to see her. Relieved she was alive. Saying he’d been trying to find her for two years now.
Who’d have thought?
“If there’s one thing I’m good at by now, it’s getting myself out of bad situations,” she told him. She waited to say more until the bartender brought them their drinks, and once he’d gone, she leaned in and lowered her voice. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted overheard.
“Dresden Wicked-Witch-of-the-East-ing me with a couple tons of molten rock was… definitely a worse situation than usual, but you know me. Fire and heat aren’t ever much of a problem for me… and the help of my new friend makes it real tough to put me down permanently. I take it Dresden mentioned her to you, since you brought up the subject of coins.”
There wasn’t a lot more of the story to tell. Her memory of actually leaving the vault and returning from the Underworld was a little hazy; Lasciel had done a lot of the heavy lifting there, literally and figuratively.
“So… that’s about it, really. I got out because Dresden picked a stupid way to try and kill me and my friend in low places helped me claw my way back up here. Not too complicated, really.”
She took a sip of her drink and watched him, wondering how he’d respond.
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Shaking his head Binder tapped down the rage. “Old Nic pulled a fast one. Gave you a pretty bobble promising power. Then it got a hold and next thing you know you're trapped in your own head.” Binder knew well enough that the coins didn’t have such an immediate effect but her answer would tell him plenty. Binder studied his protege out of the corner of his eye. If Hannah was really back he could use her. If the coin was still in play she had to be contained, Baron Marcone still kept a bounty for any of the coins brought to him. Binder had didn't care what he did with the bloody things but it would be getting it away from Hannah. This one he would have to play carefully.
“Not to worry Dudley Do-right and friends dealt with Old Nic and the man has been running scared ever since. Baron Marcone declared open season on the coins and their bearers. the Bounty is enough to make it worth the trouble.” Binder knew that so far none of the would be hunters managed to turn in their prizes most corrupted and turned by the very coin the collected. It did how ever throw a wrench in Old Nics plans. Not to mention the finders fee Binder collected keeping tabs on the criminal side of the supernatural.
Starting his second pint Binder looked back to Hannah, He had to make a call if she was still holding the bloody thing she was a time bomb. The Binder who never got personal and always got paid spoke softly on exactly how to hand her over to the proper gentes that would pay the most for her. The thing of it was in the last 2 years Binder had changed. Losing Hannah opened up a well of past regrets “I'm a bloody twit what am I. Listen, love, recently I have started working with a group, help create really, well reformed it at least. I could use you on the pay roll. how about some good old fashion dishonest work. We have been keeping a low profile. The thing of it is I got me responsibilities now. Come on for a couple of jobs for starters, till you can be trusted again, love.”
Binder was happy to see her and he planned to rekindle the friendship they once had. He also hadn't stayed alive this long with out knowing the rules of the game. If Hannah played ball maybe he could put his faith in her, and if or when she failed him Binder would know what sort of monster he was dealing with.
Reasons to become a Role Player:
1.) Improve grammar, details, and spelling
2.) Meet awesome people
3.) Allow your creative side to come out
4.) PUT YOUR CHARACTER THROUGH EMOTIONAL TRAUMA FOR YOUR OWN SICK AMUSEMENT
Mun: This is far too accurate.
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Binder Under the Sea || Aisling/binder AU
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Binder had mentally prepared himself. He was pushing and he was going to get himself killed if he had misjudged her patient. No he was still with the range of tolerance the pink flush of her gile told him that much. “You are absolutely correct my sweet king I am lewd filthy and wicked.” His chin title up letting her hand have a good grip on his threat. and his arms held her cradled to his chest. “But my king should wait till we have arrived at the end of my presentation before justly punishing such a wicked man for abusing on e so sweet as her.”
Binder kicked the bathroom door closed behind him and heard the lock click shut. A simple trick that took a bit of know how to set up binder was impressed with ho smoothly this plot of his moved along. Sitting the king at the edge the massive tub filled with hot water and quietly bubbling binder spoke again quickly. “ I have no illusions that you find me a disgusting and repulsive beast my sweet king but I thought ahead. One of the items you allowed me a simple cream was always intended for you.” Binder moved to one knee as she sat on the baths edge and his hands expertly peeled away her dress. Then showing her the common oil based cream he cares and massaged her Giles again this time coating and sealing them temporarily.
“You use this to keep minor cuts and wounds sealed and prevent infection but do you my sweet king. I your wicked filthy human have found a new and better use. And removing t is simple enough. With the right solvent. ” binder knew he was at her mercy he was pushing his luck by he hoped it would all pay of as he slide her back held in his arms into the arm scented waters his hands never leaving her body as he helped her settle in and kissed her cheek. Binder took his time and used his skilled hands to bath Aisling leaning into the feel of her hand very time she reached out for his theist or any other part of him. Always making himself available to her touch.
Aisling glared at him the whole time, waiting to see what he was preparing for. When she smelled the scented water she started to protest, knowing that the perfume would irritate her delicate gills. Then he smeared a substance over her gills, sealing them. She grabbed his throat again in a panic, ready to make sure he went with her if she died. But instead he lowered her into the water without trying to drown her. Her hand stayed on his throat at first, but gradually loosened as he washed her gently. She removed her hand hesitantly, watching him with a suspicious, possibly even fearful, look in her eye.
“Why are you doing this? What do you hope to gain?”
Binder bathed and washed the Fomor king and eventually scooped her out again holding her curled up to his chest sitting his king on a stool. Binder debated with how much to tell the monarch of monsters and while he was growing to trust her it was likely to result in his broken neck to be completely transparent. No, he would tell her enough to interest her. “You can’t walk around covered in my human filth your kingship. My hope is that you will favor me tomorrow with another such meeting, What I am about to do is cross people known for hunting monsters. I would prefer to enjoy myself before facing potential death, O great king.”
Binder was laying it on thick. he knew he was pushing it but he couldn't help himself. the look of annoyance and frustration on her face was darling and made his heart pang to soothe her. Taking a small bottle of oil presenting it to the King so she can be certain it's not harmful binder then poured it over his hands massaging it along her neck and wiping away most of the cream. Then reaching down he lifted a pail of cool water up over her shoulders and poured it over her neck and gills clearing away any residue left on her kissing each side of her neck softly mouthing her gills. “Does your kingship feel refreshed?”
Wrapping her in a towel binder then drew the Fomor king closer to him and held her in his arms. Binder slowly dried the king passing the towel over her figure and caressed her curves kneeling at her feet and looking up his eyes on her lips. Binder wasn't sure but under all that, he could see her hunger and wanted to fill her.
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Binder stopped and watched shock on his face. “Hannah, BLOODY HELL HANNAH” Running he cleared the street and turned the corner convinced he was finally going looney. “ Hannah!” he shouted again looking around the crowded street. Breathing harder Binder was sure it was just his grief playing tricks on him.
Escaping the vault in the Underworld had given Hannah Ascher a new lease on life. New enough that she was still working on exactly what to do with it, but she wasn’t too worried–one way or another she’d make things work out.
Right then, she was just one more face in a crowd, and it felt a little strange–but very freeing–not needing to look over her shoulder, to stay on high alert for anyone following her. Why would anyone follow her? As far as anyone knew, she was dead.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice in that crowd. Then she saw a familiar face. A friendly one, once, but now she couldn’t be sure exactly where he stood. Couldn’t be sure what he’d been told about her, and whether it had changed anything.
She should have kept walking–after all, she was supposed to be starting over, wasn’t she? But something made her pause and move toward him instead. This was Binder. Something sentimental in her didn’t let her walk away.
Face-to-face with her old partner, she suddenly had a hundred things she wanted to say to him. Whatever you heard about me, I can explain. I’m sorry. I remembered the rubies you asked for. I missed you.
The first one to make it out of her mouth was, “Shh! Nobody knows I’m out here, but if you keep yelling my name, everybody will.”
It was nice not having to be suspicious, but it was a damn tough habit to break.
The smile that crossed Binders face was like that of a much younger man without the years of hard-bitten cynicism. Part of him wanted to scold her about rule number 1 or ask why she hadn't trusted him with her hate of Dresden. Binder has never been a fan of the white council and their high-minded ilk. But he did enjoy the protection their presence offered most of humanity. Binder didn’t waste his breath on any of that. “Hannah muppet you're alive!” He spoke breathlessly and caught her in his arms.
The embrace was a quick and without any reservation. Binder knew that it was possible if not likely that someone was running a game on the old thief, he didn’t care. The thing of it was Binder could play too and if this wasn't his Hannah he would flay those responsible. With a steadying breath, Binder took Hannahs elbow and lead her to the nears pub. “I need a pint, and you have a lot of explaining to do my girl. I have been trying to find a way to get you out of the down under the better part of 2 years don't.”
At the bar, the pair found a booth with a good view of both exists and wall at their backs. Throwing a few bills on to the table top for the waitress Binder spoke in a terse tone “A Guinness and whatever my companions in the mood for and do keep the Pints coming deary, I have a feeling it's one of those days.”
Leaning back into his seat Binder finally let go of Hannah his grip hadn't been rough and he had avoided manhandling the girl he took off the streets. Her loss has cut him deeper than anyone would have guessed, the fact was he loved Hannah, not as a man loves a woman but as a father adores and indulges their daughters. Binder had needed to touch her and feel her presence to assure himself she wasn't a figment or a cheap trick. She might still be a trick but an impressive one. Binder shoved down all the joy hope and affection he felt for the first person he could call friend in years and spoke calmly “it's grand to have you back love, now do tell uncle Binder how you managed it. Then we can discuss what you'd been thinking accepting that bloody coin. I know damn well I taught you better. Do you need money or a place to stay? I’m here for you love.” Binder patted and held her hand before his beer came then set to the task of getting rascally drunk.
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Binder stopped and watched shock on his face. “Hannah, BLOODY HELL HANNAH” Running he cleared the street and turned the corner convinced he was finally going looney. “ Hannah!” he shouted again looking around the crowded street. Breathing harder Binder was sure it was just his grief playing tricks on him.
nita or binder
Oh gosh… hm…
Nita is really hot. Temperature wise, I mean. Yes, she’s attractive but her body temperature is really high which isn’t great sometimes but sometimes it is because in the winter she’s perfect for snuggling with. Nita also eats people which is pretty bad, but I think she only eats bad people. (Maybe she should meet my mom…) And Nita doesn’t steal but I think she’s an assassin or something which is probably “worse”.
Binder steals all the time. And he’s like a tomcat when it comes to sex. Sometimes if I’m not in the mood he says stuff like “looks like a cold shower for old Binder” which makes me feel guilty. Also he screamed at me and hit my desk and that made me panic and regress into myself like back when my mom used to hit me and hurt me. I’m scared he’ll yell again or worse.
I pick Nita. She’s a scary person but she hasn’t scared me yet.
@dangerous-smoll @summonerwithstyle
“That was the time you lied and hid a pregnancy form me? I wonder why a lad would be upset enough to shout that the woman he loves lied and hid a pregnancy from him?”
“You were so loud I thought you were going to hit me. I just didn’t want you to feel trapped. I didn’t want to end up like my parents. My dad married my mom because she got pregnant and he loved her to bits but she was still a bad mom.”
"Ace, the only reason I hadn't asked for you hand sooner was that I didn't think I was good enough. All the baby did was make it clear I needed to stop being a git and man."
