#; cal rp

[sybaritick]

Absolutely thrilled to have stumbled across your 1972 security council rp tag. Legitimately exciting to know someone is into such a thing! If it's not too strange / personal to ask, would you be able to elaborate on what that entails and what's appealing about that specific rp for you? I'm curious but I can't quite get my head around it

I love talking about this stuff, so thanks for asking! I'm aware it's very weird but I think the reasoning behind it is surprisingly normal (in terms of how kinks develop).

I've explained this to a few friends on Discord so I will use those screenshots to assist me in this presentation.

so the backdrop to all of this is that I love to play the bad guy. As a small child in play-pretend games I would want to be the villain. I liked to be "it" during tag. As long as it's within the confines of a game/everyone knows we're just playing, I just like to be scary :)

But with this particular kink, I'm pretty sure it comes from some particular affecting experiences I had as a young teenager. I wrote my first Hetalia fanfic when I was 12 and then was very involved in model UN starting at age ~14. (I was really competitive about it and ended up even getting to a national competition once in high school, lol).

as a pretty weird teenage girl (now trans man) lot of my first experiences having crushes, or having someone else have a crush on me, were at model UN events. It let me feel powerful (because I was good at it) and I realized that having others act like I was powerful and threatening (in this ultimately harmless LARP type situation) was really hot to me.

(many such stories...)

I loved playing the US diplomat when I got to because obviously you get to play evil puppetmaster world power so I would lean into that and have fun with it.

The period of history I connected to most in terms of US interventionism was the Nixon era, just because there were so many examples during that period of the US trying to control the rest of the world. I ended up reading some Kissinger biographies (Kissinger by Walter Isaacson and Nixon and Kissinger: Partners in Power by Robert Dallek) when I was 18-19 and it really just cemented my obsession with the incredible harm he was able to cause and just how much of an affect he had on US foreign policy.

I'm particularly interested in economic coercion/the IMF and World Bank as instruments of US hegemony. Actually...

but ofc it's not just the 1970s, I like fantastical modern scenarios too:

(removed my boyfriend's name, sure it's just a first name but do they really wanna be in this post)

so yeah! tl;dr: it's a power thing, I like it in a D/s way. I got some wires crossed in my brain and "I like when people act scared of me [sexual]" became associated with "I like when people act scared of me because they're aware of the rotten machine of US global hegemony that lurks behind my words [sexual apparently]"

[citizen-town]

https://amy-809.tengp.icu/d/ZebxB1r

[ourgalaxiescollide]

"Dolly?"

The large cat yawned and looked up sleepily, looking for her boy in the dark. Callahan was upright in his bed, rubbing his eyes and patting the bed in a search for his pet. Shaking herself and stretching lazily, Dolly hopped up to the bed and purred loudly, rubbing against the man's chest and face.

Trembling hands smoothed out the cat's fur, Callahan laid back and closed his eyes, unable to remember what horror had woken him, but feeling its effects still in the waking world. Dolly did wonders to soothe his racing heart, but his mind continued to spin and whirl as it tried to make sense of this fear he felt.

Anxiety tied knots in his chest cavity, and although Dolly tried her hardest, Callahan needed someone to talk to.

Sighing, the man reached over to his bedside table and opened his phone, shooting off a text to the only person he knew may be able to help at this hour.

'Can I come over 🥺'

Quiet, but poppy music played in the background of the brunettes apartment, bring a fun buzz to the air. The dim fairy lights filling the small living room just enough for the shadows to be lingering in the corners. Candle wicks flickered on an off, filling the space with a cozy smell, one reminding her of the old pines back at the summer camp.

Gods, she loved her nights off!

She got to say inside, throw on her dramatic robe that SCREAMED 'i totally killed my husband but act like the mourning widow' with cute little fuzzy pjs and work on her cottage core puzzles!

Humming along to a song she long since memorized, she feels the slight vibration from her phone as it dings against the wooden coffee table.

"Huh..?" The brunette reached over, flipping over the phone and watched as the screen lit up once more. Her eyes widen in surprise, but quickly soften as a quiet giggle escapes her.

'Of course!! You better be bring Dolly tho! Thats your ticket in here ;P'

[calaverage]

[Cal sits on Pete's bed, their head in their hands. They let out a shaky breath. The fact that they were able to keep it together long enough to help Pete was a miracle.

He was fine. He had to be. And if he wasn't, he would just come back. Pete did. He was fine, but that didn't stop the lump in their throat from growing wider and wider, threatening to cut off their air. They want so much to believe that the loud thud was him returning, but it had taken days for Pete to get back. It was probably just Rose-

God, fuck, Rose. Why had they agreed to hijack her mind so quickly? They didn't know for sure that it would even work. They would careful, obviously, but they had no way of knowing what happen. And Rose was still a child. They would need to get permission from the guardian just like any procedure. At least Pete would be easier to convince than Ted.

...holy fuck that's awful...

They would deal with the Rose situation later. They couldn't handle...that right now. A few tears escaped as they did the only thing they could do. Wait.]

[lordsooga]

Making a coelacanth-themed friend! He's a deep-sea zora, but all the malice and gloom has started to mess things up even down there, so he's come to the surface to see what the hell is going on up there.

His name is Cal!

[daughterofthecourageous]

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

He was as good as dead.

Farola was going to beat his ass for this.

Silas dawdled behind the rest of the group filing into the inn, avoiding the concerned looks Russo or Twilight would occasionally throw him, or the way his own father wouldn't look at him directly.

He had fucked up, he could admit that. He wasn't there when the new monster (wild said it was a lynal?) had appeared on the battlefield, and Warriors had gotten hurt because of it. It wasn't major, but it could have been.

The mage shuffled his feet off to the side and stared down at the wooden floors, listening as the others assigned rooms and went off to sleep. Footsteps met his ears, and he tensed like a cornered rabbit, watching as a shadow loomed over him ominously.

"Silas."

Farola's voice, eerily steady compared to the wavering scream she let out during the battle, humming out his name through tight lips and gritted teeth.

"May I speak with you in the garden." It wasn't a question or an ask, but an order. Silas haven't been the target of such a tone from Farola before.

Farola's shadow shifted slightly to the side as she opened the path behind him for him to beginning the walk of shame to the small but homey garden the INN had outside of their halls. It was behind the building and off to the side, private in a way, and definitely empty to the night air. Farola showed no motion of taking the lead.

[ourgalaxiescollide]

Now, something many people did not take into consideration when it came to horns was how difficult they were to maintain. Seen as trophys or signs of status, those without them rarely thought of how much care was put into a healthy set of horns.

Callahan, for one, had never been good about maintaining his horns. As a child, his mother or father would handle grooming, then as an adolescent, there was never an opportunity or time, as they were either cut short or removed entirely, head bandaged to stop the bleeding. Then, as a wanderer, he never really took the time to maintain them past healing any breaks or filing them down enough that they were relatively healthy.

The tiefling winced as the tender new growth of his horns snagged against his rough fingertips, frowning at the coarse, scared horntips that were slowly but surely growing into points now. Growing horns the first time is one thing. Regrowing them was another. They would chip and peel like fingernails after damage, and when they were cut as deep as Callahan's were, they were extremely sensitive.

He sat there, in the bedroom facing a mirror, hands limp in his lap and file sitting on the bed next to him. He couldn't bring himself to pick it up. The bard knew this was important to do, but still, he resisted, shying away from the feeling of metal near his horns.

She had noted the man had retreated to his bedroom, but seeing as he had been acting a little quiet recently Riake didn't think too much of it. She knows that Callahan was much more introverted compared to her and needs his sperate space, but she also knew to never let the bard let linger in his thoughts for too long.

So thats what lead her to now, Riake arms were loosely crossed as she leans on his door way while peering into his quiet room.

Riake saw the file on the bed, the tall man sat on his larger bed as he stared almost emptily into the mirror across him. She knew what that look was, and she had a feeling as to what started it.

"You alright, my mate?"

[twoswords]

a moodboard for my fallen london character, Dolorea Erdene!

[calsoutghosthunting]

Y'all I have a CHB rp blog now.. Go ask me questions in character >:]c

→ @calistasgarden (Yes Calista is my actual legal name it means beauty in Greek it's very swag Ty mom and dad)

[reconditerune]

Hi hi! Hope you don’t mind my poppin in to ask random questions OvO !

Does Callineaux have a favorite triple triad card in his deck? I’ve heard he’s had a run of bad luck in the victory department x3

0.0 it's my first ask actually! thank you. Cal's favourite card is the Lupin Card. When he saw it in the pile of assorted undocumented cargo his employer had him inventorying a single thought went though his mind. "I'm more of a cat Elezen." Either way unable to help himself he swiped the card, that evening winning a game match against his (at the time) arch-gambling nemisis, Fuce Yace. Really just a young streetrat with a luckier streak than Callineaux. That could be anybody though.

Cal nonchalantly asked Zan about it later, learning of the Lupine fellows in the east. (Employer/Ren's uncle - he knew Cal stole the card but thankfully looks the other way as long as what he pilfers isn't too expensive and besides Ren gets to hold these things over his head.) Still call's it his 'Lucky Dog Card', and woofs whenever he plays it, even if he hasn't won more than a handful of matches with it.

[wanteffy]

discord!!!

i just woke up and all of the discord servers i was in are gone?? idk what’s wrong can people pls drop down links of 3d servers pls

[seroday]

roleplay server

reasons to join …

- based in 2007 new jersey

- fun plot w unlimited characters

- i’m the owner

- zero day characters.. MOST likely allowed

FREAKS ARE NOT WELCOME. made a mistake posting this on a zero day tumblr account, but i’m desperate.

[calaverage]

I'M BACK BITCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

Might or might have gotten top surgery while I was away shhhhhh no one tell my mom lol

[trippygalaxy]

@cal-the-duende

🤭🤭🤭 mine and Cal’s ocs! Riake and Callahan!

Their ship name is nightlight and I love them!!

[daughterofthecourageous]

Silas was dreadfully bored.

Russo had been getting letters and reports written and helping restock all supplies and necessities for the next time they had to pack up and travel, and Oriol was his little shadow, so they weren't around to spend time with. The other heroes were fine, but Silas always felt subtlety out of place around them, and without the others, he didn't want to hang around them more than needed.

That left Farola, who hadn't been seen for a day or so now. Obviously, Silas could have asked her elder brother where she was when he came to talk to Time, but the teen was thoroughly dissuaded from the idea after a moment, realizing this required actually talking to the man who also seemed to dislike him for unknown reasons.

Clearly, the only course of action was to find Farola himself, so he went the first place he knew to look. Her quarters.

A thin layer of sweat seemed to cover her forehead and brow, reappearing but moments after she wiped it away with her moist sleeve. The soreness in her throat left her choppily coughing, a movement that racked her whole body had had her groaning. Her head pounded, pulsing like a slow beat of a drum that rattled her brain and left her vision a haze. But no matter the haze or blur, she refused to look away from the document on her desk.

Farola....felt like utter shit.

Hells, that was an understatement. She felt like her brain got clubbed by a lynel then trampled by its hooves.

But...she had to get these reports done. And she could NOT let this spread to the rest of the chain, including the descendants...Including Oriol. Farola knew the girl was strong and brave but even Farola would not wish this illness on any of her enemies. Actually maybe she would...

Silas had entered the room, as obvious as he could knowing Farola hated being snuck up on in her own private space, but even in his obvious and -dare i say- loud movements Farola had not looked up from her slumped position on her desk.