MOVED

Moved to @vendettacanons

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// Heads up! All of the muses on this account (and my other canon blogs) are officially moving to a new account! I’ve had this idea in mind for quite some time now and after having this account for a few years now, I really wanted to restart it and reorganize it in a way that will hopefully also benefit my other sideblogs that don’t receive as much attention too. I’m really excited about starting fresh with the boys. This move, of course, will not impact any of the current relationships I’ve developed with people. If we’ve roleplayed together, we don’t have to start from scratch and introduce them again or whatever, I’m not changing them too dramatically (there are a few that need a story revamp but they’re also the ones that never get any attention so-) and they’ll still be relatively the same as they are here.

// So that being said, check out my new canon multimuse @vendettacanons to keep up with all of my muses. I’ll be archiving this blog in the coming days once I’ve finished the bios over there.

// And in case you’re curious about my OCs, they have also moved to a new fresh blog and you can check all of them out at @fantasmalforces . That blog is still heavily under construction, I don’t really get a lot of interactions there so I really wanna focus on finishing my canon babes first. That being said

Please please please, like this post if you’re okay with me continuing our current threads on this account on my new blogs!

// If you’re not okay with that, that’s alright! If you’d like to start over, just let me know! But if you’re okay with me responding to current threads here on my new accounts, please like this post so I know and I can draft them over there accordingly!

// Thank you all again for your time and patience! I look forward to interacting with you guys in the future! ❤️

[supernaturallied]

// Reblogging this to all my sideblogs as a heads up

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// I’ve been on the fence about remaking my blogs and moving all my canons onto one big canon multimuse, and all my OCs onto one big OC multimuse. So I’m asking you guys for second opinions:

If I moved the muses of this account to another multimuse blog, would y’all be interested in following and interacting with them there?

Vote Now! [Yes] [No]

[historical-rp-memes]

Smutty scenario headcanons

Send me a number and I’ll give you 1-3 headcanons of our characters in the listed scenario.

1. Long distance titillation, whether epistolary or on the telephone 2. Indulging in a kink your character has but mine just doesn’t mind, or vice versa 3. Risk-of-discovery sex 4. Your character picks someone for my character to go to bed with, or vice versa 5. A lazy afternoon making out 6. Fight sex 7. Make-up sex 8. Our characters have a consent conversation 9. Our characters forgot to have a consent conversation 10. Sex in which everything goes wrong 11. Wedding night (whether or not they have sex) 12. Drunk sex 13. Fake making out that turns into real making out 14. The first, second, or third time they ever had sex 15. A sensual thing they do that isn’t precisely sexual 16. Body(part) worship 17. My character fantasizing about yours 18. Clothed sex 19. Sexy outfits 20. Pushing the boundaries

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// Also I made a new public discord server if y’all wanna come join and hang out!

Join the Oppyrational Nation Discord Server!

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// Things have been pretty slow lately so I decided to make a Carrd for all my roleplay blods while I work on cleaning things up and trying to find some new partners!

Roleplay Blogs

A hub for all my roleplay blogs

[the-composer]

❤ ▬▬ emotional starters to kick you in the feelings.

“What am I to you?” “If you could be with me, would you?” “Do you still think about (___)?” ”Do you want to be something more?” “I need to tell you how I feel.” “I miss how we used to be.” “Is it okay to say that I’m jealous?” “I’m so sorry I’m jealous… It’s such an ugly feeling.” ”I can’t help the way I feel.” ”They all want you, but they don’t even know you.” ”Is it okay to want you for myself?” “You’re mine. I don’t want to share.” “I want to be the only one for you.” “It’s you. You’re it. You’re the one I want.” “If you want me, you can have me.” “You can have others, but I will be your priority.” “Let’s talk about what you want.” “Let’s talk about what I want.” “I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait until you’re ready.” “You’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” ”I don’t think I know how to love…” ”Can I trust you?” “I forgive you.” “I only play around because I don’t have you.” “Name it. I’d give it up for you.” “You play so hard to get. Will I ever catch you?” “How can I get you to like me?” “Is there some secret to winning your love?” “Are you available?” “Are you afraid of commitment?” “If I agreed to be exclusive with you, would you do the same?” “Do you feel anything?” ”Why are you pushing me away?” ”The instant you start to feel something, you turn tail and run.” ”He/she/they love you, you know…” ”Don’t. I’m not good for you. Don’t even think about falling for me.” ”I will hurt you. That’s just a fact.” “You’re so wild that I want to be the one to tame you.” ”If you love them, then I want to as well.” “Your heart is safe with me.” ”You’re the type who wants to have your cake and eat it, too.” ”You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.” ”I’ve missed you so much.” ”Your happiness comes before mine.” ”I don’t mind sharing, as long as I’m with you.” “I am so sorry for hurting you.” “Can we start over?”

[supernaturallied]

“Can you tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue?” -> Van Helsing (@dxotype)

Sexual Tension Starters | OPEN

// @dxotype

The question drew an amused chuckle from the monster hunter sitting across from her. Leaned back in his chair, away from the papers of theirs they were currently looming over. Perhaps they had been here just a bit too long and were getting stir-crazy. That was what the question implied at least. A break was in order, he supposed.

“No, I’m afraid not,” he rumbled out, clearing his throat as he removed his spectacles. “I’m afraid my own tongue is not so dexterous as many— not for folding or making clovers or tying cherry stems into knots. Physically, it’s simply not as flexible as some others. Though it is quite dexterous all the same, and I’m sure you know that firsthand, my dear. You’ve experienced it first hand after all.” A suggestive raise of the eyebrows accompanied another smooth chuckle from the man as he placed a hand on Elsa’s knee, leaning in a bit.

“Speaking of, we have been at this quite a while. We haven’t stopped to fetch ourselves refreshments or even something to eat,” his tone shifted, lowering and growing velvety in its quality as he gently took Elsa’s hands in his own, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist. As he leaned closer with lidded eyes and a sultry glow in his irises, his nose brushed her, and following were his lips hovering mere millimeters away from hers. His breath brushed her soft skin as he spoke only so she could hear.

“Perhaps we could spare a small break in our research for now and I could put my lips to good use in ways only you know how, my dear Elsa?”

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sexual tension sentence starters (part two)

as requested by anon. A (cruder) continuation of this meme: ( x ). More angry sexual tension starters here ( x ). Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

Angry

“Is that so?”

“Stop glaring, sweet cheeks. I know you want me.”

“Go fuck yourself. And let me watch.”

“You look angry. How about you take all that energy and put it to good use?”

“Look at you, all smug. It’s not like I jerk off to you at night. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I can’t tell whether I want to make you bleed or moan.”

“I hate that you’re mad at me, but you look so hot right now.”

“Try and stop me.”

“You’re either leaving here with a black eye or a hickey. Your choice.”

“Fuck you! Or me.”

Flirty

“I’m really flexible…”

“Your girlfriend/boyfriend/partner/etc. must be really happy…”

“Wow, you’re really easy on the eyes.”

“You know, I don’t have a gag reflex.”

“Is there any way I could repay you?”

“You have really pretty lips.”

“Can you tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue?”

“You look great in this lighting. But you’d look even better in my bed.”

“Was my pickup line too cheesy? I couldn’t help myself.”

“You look tense..do you want a massage?” / “Wow, I totally need a massage right now.”

Awkward

“..why are you staring at me?”

“You have a–a really big–uh, brain.”

“So…how do I look?”

“You, uhm–kinda touched my–yeah..”

“*blurts out* Did you know that pandas only mate once a year?”

“I wasn’t watching porn!” / “I wasn’t jerking off!”

“Hey…c-can I…maybe..kiss you?”

“Holding hands/cuddling is nice, but…I was hoping we could do something else.”

“Oh, sorry! Were you changing?”

“*knocks head into (muse name)’s* Ah! S-sorry, I was trying to kiss you.”

[stewartgifhunts-blog]

new year’s starters

Send me one for my muse’s reaction.

“3… 2… 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

“There’s a party at [name]’s house. You coming?”

“We’re headed to Times Square to watch the ball drop. You can tag along if you want.”

“Hey, last year of [politician your character doesn’t like]!”

“Just think of all the video games and movies that are being released this year…”

“No champagne for me. Designated driver.”

“You? Giving up chocolate for new year’s? I give it a week.”

“We’ve had a big year.”

“So, where do you want to be this time next year?”

“This year sucked. Good riddance!”

“Next year will be better.”

“2016 will be my year!”

“Oh, come on, just a bit of champagne? It’s new year’s!”

“I think we accomplished a lot this year.”

“What’s your resolution?” 

“I’m serious this time! This year, I’ll actually stick to my diet!”

“Which party are we going to?”

“Want a party hat?”

“Champagne?”

“Three biggest moments from this year?”

“It’s nearly midnight… have you seen my date?”

“I need your help. I want to kiss [name] at midnight, and I need you to help me make it happen.”

“It’s New Year’s. Aren’t we supposed to be making out?”

“Oh, God, my ex is here. Pass the champagne.”

“Look, I know you’d rather be in bed, but could you at least pretend to be excited?”

“A toast to my amazing friends, and to the new year!”

“I should’ve been in bed two hours ago.”

“Ah, yes, it’s almost midnight, which no one is going to kiss me at.”

“This time last year, I was living in a motel. This is definitely an improvement.”

“I’ve heard ‘Auld Lang Syne’ six times tonight and it’s only 11:30.”

“Come on, it’s New Year’s Eve, you can’t spend the whole party hiding in the bathroom!”

“How much longer?”

“Any good New Year’s specials on?”

“I’ve had a glass of champagne, I made my resolution, I watched the clock strike midnight. I’m going to bed.”

“You’re crazy. That place is always a zoo on New Year’s.”

“Just pick an outfit so we can go. I mean, it’s just a New Year’s party, it’s not a black-tie event.”

“We should probably get back to the party.”

“What are you doing out here on the roof? The party’s inside.”

“Snow on New Year’s! Wish it had bothered to show up for Christmas…”

“Where’s [name]? S/he’s my ride.”

“I rented a limo. We are arriving to that party in style.”

“OK, we have six parties to hit before we decide which one we want to be at when it gets to midnight.”

“New Year’s is always the year’s biggest letdown.”

“So, what are your resolutions?”

“I swear, if I have to hear ‘Auld Lang Syne’ one more time…”

“Hey, sorry, it took me forever to find a place where my cell could get a signal… happy new year’s from [location].”

“What have you accomplished this year?”

“I told [name] he/she/they could stay up to watch the ball drop.”

“Pst, wake up. It’s New Year’s.”

“Come on, everyone has to have someone to kiss at New Year’s!”

“So – are you better off than you were a year ago?”

“You gave [name] champagne?! He’s/She’s/They’re only [age]!”

“Oh – look. It’s been 2016 for an hour.”

“Times Square on New Year’s Eve? You’re nuts.”

“This year, I want everything to change.”

“This year, I’m going to give up [whatever].”

“New Year’s is just another day to me.”

“I think it’s already 2016 where [name] is.”

“Y'know, New Year’s sort of loses its punch when you stay up until 2 AM every night anyway…”

“No firecrackers this year. The neighbors complained.”

“And to think, this time last year I was dating you.”

“To 2016. May it not totally fuck us in the ass.”

[yesterdaysprint]

Leavenworth Post, Kansas, December 31, 1907

[rpstartersinc]

send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose.

[trainstationgoodbye]

“If I were asked to name the single scene in all of romantic comedy that was sexiest and funniest at the same time, I would advise beginning at six seconds past the 20-minute mark in Preston Sturges’ The Lady Eve, and watching as Barbara Stanwyck toys with Henry Fonda’s hair in an unbroken shot that lasts three minutes and 51 seconds.” - Roger Ebert

[ruadrisresources]

Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

[vintageeveryday]

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[pxideful]

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ @supernaturallied ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

The storm outside was only a small sign of the Hell that would ravage the hospital.  The wind howled and tore the limbs off of trees, breaking windows in and spreading shattered glass and piercing raindrops into the hospital’s interior.  Lightning illuminated the sky, accompanied by loud, bone-rattling rumbles of thunder.  Patients had gone missing, nurses nowhere to be found…

It had Elsa on edge.

She had the day off on this day, yet had stopped by the hospital to speak to a… colleague of hers.  The matter was urgent, and now she was facing the darkened hallways on her own.  All she could do was pray that her personal project had not been disturbed in the events that had begun to take place.

Her first stop was Doctor Arthur Harcourt’s office, the epicenter of the madness.  Perhaps she would find the callous bastard in there, flipping through the pages of “his” journal, and she could give him a final piece of her mind before finishing what he had started.  The thought made her heart race with anticipation, yet when she had opened the door she felt her heart stop in place.  

There was no man seated in the tall leather chair, no cold, piercing gaze to meet her own.

A low sigh escaped her and the assistant made her way to his desk to begin rummaging through his files.  Her attention was only bought away from her search when she heard footsteps approaching the door.  She swiftly grabbed the letter opener that was tucked away underneath a pile of scattered mail, her grip tight as she held it behind her back and straightened to gaze at the figure in the doorway…

To gaze at the young child who stood there.

Elsa’s eyes widened as she saw the child, her hand setting the letter opener down on the desk as she moved to approach what she had believed to be a lost young thing.

“Hey there, sweetie… What are you doing all alone?”

The woman kept her voice soft as she carefully kneeled to the child’s level, offering a kind look.

[pxideful]

Elsa was none the wiser to Lucy’s little act, instead falling a victim of circumstance and falling right into the trap. Her mind was already boggled as it was between trying to find Harcourt, finding his journal, and finding her own son…

Poor Andrew always hated thunderstorms.

Her brows furrowed a bit as the child before her flinched and cried out, her hands raising a bit so that Lucy could see that they were empty. She gave a reassuring look, or the best one that she could muster amidst her own panic, and carefully took Lucy’s hands in her own.

She was… cold.

“Oh honey… You’re freezing. Here.”

Elsa drew back for a moment and found a doctor’s coat hung on the rack. While it wasn’t much, she was sure it would be better than leaving the child as is. Carefully, Elsa knelt back down and tied the coat so that it would fit better around Lucy’s small form.

“Where did you last see your father…?”

[supernaturallied]

“Thank you…” Lucy offered a small, tearful smile, shivering as she pulled the coat closer around herself, lowering her head a moment to pretend that she was relishing in the faux-warmth the article brought her. She raised her head again when she heard the question. She pressed her hands together.

“He was… he was going into surgery.” Her knuckles whitened as she squeezed her fingers together, willing herself to remember her “father”. “I saw him go in. I… I was waiting for him to come back out, but… he never did. And the darkness…” she hiccuped, reaching up to dab at her eyes with shaky fingers. “The darkness chased me away… it enveloped the room. I don’t know where he is…!”

Progressively, her voice rose in pitch until Lucy was crying into her palms, whimpering between sobs, deeply upset and worried for the fate of her father. Alone and scared, wanting nothing more than to run into his arms and escape this place. She was so young, so innocent. And so afraid for what might become of her without her dear guardian’s protection. The bait was working well.

[pxideful]

“Oh darling…”

Elsa carefully pulled Lucy into a comforting hug as she had begun to sob, her hand raising to brush carefully through the child’s blonde locks.

“I’m sure we’ll find him once we figure out what’s happening here.  Until then… It’ll be best to stick by my side, okay?”

A low sigh escaped Elsa’s lips as she held the dear child close, glancing around the room to ignore the pain that had begun to tug at her heartstrings.  She could only imagine what her poor Andy must be feeling right now, given his… circumstances.

Slowly, Elsa drew back and gave Lucy a gentle pat on the head before giving the office one more glance over.  She hadn’t found anything of use thus far and decided her continued search of the office would give that bastard more time to flee the hospital.

“Let’s go and try see if we can find anybody else.”

[supernaturallied]

Moving to brush away her tears with shaky fingers, the child sniffled several more times for good measure, pulling yet more liquid performance from her tear-ducts before nodding and moving close to Elsa’s side. Like a child seeking comfort from a protective parent, Lucy glanced around before latching herself to Elsa’s side in a hug. Her little arms were still bitterly cold, but she took some minute comfort in the body heat the human she was currently toying with expelled in excess. Humans did have at least one good thing about them, while they were living.

“Okie dokie...” her voice was soft, hoarse from her fake crying. It would bounce back in a matter of minutes- curse this eight-year-old body. It had its drawbacks, even for her type of performances. Convincing as it was, it was such a burden at times to be stuck in. But now was no time to focus on that. She had a role to play, burdening flesh suit in an unhelpful form or not. She showed hesitance in releasing her grip on Elsa, strong— even for a terrified little girl, but eventually she pulled back and settled for walking close behind her instead. Push come to shove, it would give the woman less time to react should she reveal herself to be better off as a snack.

“Where are we going?” She mumbled.

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@supernaturallied Liked for a Starter!

Eclipse grazed quietly in the warm afternoon sunlight, tail swishing away any irritating flies or bugs that bothered her. As she did so, many other horses were being exercised, ridden, or sold to prospective buyers. The large bay mare was also for sale, however at the moment she wasn’t overly interested in the people that were milling about. 

[supernaturallied]

Wilson wouldn’t lie, as charming as the idea of an animal companion sounded (at least from the papers he’d read), he was on the fence for a long while about owning one. There was a lot to consider. Though if he was being fair, Boris was his main concern. The little rascal was easily chaotic and aggressive enough to potentially go after anything small he decided to bring into the house with him. Cats and rodents were out of the question, and he wasn’t nearly as interested in researching the breeds of dogs. So, being the somewhat over-the-top and somewhat nonsensical man he was, Wilson decided that- of course- his companion should be something both friendly and hard-working. Functional. Formidable. Something familiar. A horse.

It made perfect sense. He could ride it, horses were somewhat affectionate he supposed, they could be used for work, and he’d handled them plenty of times before. Loyal equines had fought beside him in the war. Up until his dismissal, his best friend in the service had been a well-trained British stallion. It only made sense now to have something so familiar to him. And he thought he’d found the perfect one. “Ooh,” he hummed to himself as he glanced over the animal currently grazing in the warm sunlight. “I got a good feeling about that one.”

[axctionhxrses--archived-deactiv]

After a few moments, the mare took notice of Wilson’s presence and raised her head, ears perking up curiously. Giving a loud nicker, she turned and came trotting right up to him, giving a playful toss of her head. 

Stopping once she reached the fence, Eclipse gave a series of soft, low nickers, sticking her head over the panels of her confinement and reaching out to sniff at him curiously. She was large, around 17 hands, but she was clearly friendly and happy to see him. 

For a long time, the large Thoroughbred had been owned by a gentle young woman, however after an accident she was currently being sold after being found abandoned just a few weeks prior. Not much was known about her, the only information on her paddock being her name, her racehorse tattoo number, her size, and her current circumstance. 

[supernaturallied]

“Hey there, little lady.” The horse’s friendly disposition drew a chuckle out of Wilson. He rested one hand under her chin to lightly scratch at it and the other along her snout, petting at her gently. His delicacy spoke volumes about his experience with equines. It was just matter of tapping into all those old memories that would be a bit of a struggle. Still, he was having an awfullyhard time about changing his mind with how friendly this mare seemed. “An old racing gal, huh? I’m something of a discharge myself. Think you and me would get along?” Another laugh.

He had to admit, the idea certainly had merit. He was already very very fond of the beast in front of him. Friendly, tame, and seemingly very gentle and calm from what he was seeing. Their were a few concerns that nagged at him from the back of his mind, yes... but ultimately, what was right in front of him seemed like a worthy investment in his retirement. Just the friend he needed. Looks like he was going riding again after all these years. “I’m sold. Looks like I’m taking you home then, little missy.”