#pledgemaster

[puck-luck]

Queen!!! Congrats on 1k I absolutely love reading your writing 🥹 can I request 14 of clubs with frat!Jack please 🧎‍♀️🫶

+ the ask immediately after: "Wait mam 😭 I just sent in a frat jack request but I think I said 14 when I meant to write 17 because I kept getting confused as to how to write my sentence 😭😭"

donc! alors! oui!

warnings: exhibitionism, frat man who stays a frat man into his 5th year, drunken hookup

wc: 551

You’ve graduated. Jack has one more semester left– because he’s a frat guy, so he had to take the extra semester. He can’t let go of the frat either, even though the next exec board has been elected and sworn in. Jack’s successor is this kid named Cotter, who usually DJs when they throw parties. Evidently, he can control a room. Jack’s younger brother is the VP of Recruitment– what some people refer to as the “pledgemaster”– and he’ll probably be president in two years. Jack’s proud of the legacy and excited that he gets three more months of frat life without having to worry about all the brothers all the time. He can just get drunk and enjoy the parties now.

Despite your grown age, he still brings you along to all of these parties. You’re no longer a student at this school, but Jack brings you along as his date. You work in the same college town, living in your same apartment, and after a few months of not labeling your relationship, you and Jack had officially became boyfriend-girlfriend around graduation. Now, you’re nearing the year-anniversary of the first time you and Jack hooked up. 

And today, at this party, you’ve both gotten deliciously tipsy. Your university won their season opener for football and Jack is ecstatic. He hasn’t been able to keep his hands to himself, nor have you, and it’s escalated.

You’re pressed against a wall, in the dark corner of the dance room. ‘President-DJ Pauly C’ is on aux again, the big speakers half-covering your body from the view of the crowd. Jack uses his own body to cover the rest of you, hands roaming and lips insistent and sloppy against yours. His tongue might actually be down your throat, and it probably looks tacky, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. You’re buzzed, making out with your boyfriend at a party, after a football win. Life is good.

Jack pushes his thigh between your legs and palms your bra over your cropped tank top. His movements are inching on rough, no longer just greedy, so you pull back.

“Let’s go somewhere,” you say in his ear, having to raise your voice so he can hear you over Cotter’s music.

“No, right here,” Jack replies, kissing down your neck. “No bed needed.”

You laugh out loud, a bright twinkling sound that usually captures Jack’s attention. Today, he continues groping you and grinding his thigh against your core, reminding you just how badly you want him. “Jack,” you scoff, still giggling. You wish his hair was free– it’s tucked up in a backwards ball cap. He also lost his t-shirt sometime in the night, so you can’t pull on that fabric or his hair.

Jack finally pulls back, snaking his hand up under your shirt and he fishes your tit from the cup of your bra. He pinches your nipple and grins when you arch into him, rolling your hips against his thigh.

“Have you forgotten that the first time I fucked you, it was against the sink in this very house? We’ve never needed a bed, baby,” he brags with a smile before ducking to lick into your mouth again. “Let me touch you right here. I want everyone to see that you’re mine.”

[botto-b-bobbs]

Max Jagerman is easily Starkid's best villain of all time. He has the charisma of Aladdin, the sheer insanity of Sweet Tooth, and the genuine horror of Wiggly. The fact that he came for Richie and Ruth (as well as beat up Peter) right when they were starting to feel happy and accepted is emblematic of the worst parts of bullying, being people tearing you down for their own amusement after you've started to feel confident about yourself. And even in these scenes and the general heartbreak of knowing that all this could have been avoided in so many ways, he's absolutely hilarious and completely insane. He's like if you took an average fraternity pledgemaster and made him funny.

[perceptorslab]

okay walk with me

combaticons fraternity au onslaught is the president, blast off is the vp/secretary, swindle is the treasurer, vortex is the rush chair/pledgemaster, and brawl is the social chair. they’re at the yearly greek life health assembly and the guy from the campus clinic is first aid 🤭

doesn’t have to be human. your choice tbh

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Hi there I know the Good Omens pledgemaster was due to start today. I've not heard anything, I was just wondering if you had. Wouldn't want to miss out on anything, thanks xo

Hiya! :) I haven't seen a post anywhere yet, but it seems to be live? :) Maybe thay are doing some last tuning :) <3

[wygbyrm]

i love it when my younger fraternity brothers send videos of them doing epic shit….. they sent a video of them hitting a five foot long pvc pipe bong that they assembled…… i am wiping a proud pledgemaster tear from my eye. i taught them everything they know…. i imagine this is how parents feel watching their kids take first steps or go off to college. except better and more meaningful…

[mellamame]

[mus1g4]

How are the guards at Hampton Jail able to make it feel authentic? Are they good at getting you think and feel that it is real? It is a fine line I think between what feels real what feels like fantasy.

Thank you for your question! You are question #23

Every single role player or group of players is different. The skill is to adjust the guard's intensity level and role play activity based on the inmate's reaction.

I do switch from guard to inmate depending on what is needed. I am known as a tough guard and base my persona on my fraternity pledgemaster and my Sergeant Major at school.

Being honest with the Warden is critical as he puts the guards in place and sets the tone. As long as you are honest and give feedback, your play session will be exactly what you want!

[eric-12-blog1]

Pledgemaster Carter Woods Shows Michael who's Boss: Gay | xHamster

[gayslutsrp]

@ncxus​

“Pledges, you have made it to the final round where under contract of secret you will perform your final initiation into brother hood. After this you will be member’s of alpha phi, brothers of Alpha Phi, do you understand?” The pledgemaster said as he stood before the pledges. “Your initiation is sex with a brother, through the baptism of the body you will become brothers yourselves. We know by now you will all be willing to do so having screened out the weak and unworthy. Now you will be taken by the brothers who you have pledged under. Go to them and start now your journey into brotherhood.” With that the pledges began to move Zane noticing Addington smiling as his pledges came to him before looking over to see a red head already in front of him. “You ready for this little red?”

[superiorrps]

@weirdprivaterps

Zane hadn’t been too sure about joining this frat at first but with no were else to go after his old one had been disbanded after the hazing incident he’d had little choice. Now though, standing here nude in front of the brothers and other pledges obviously the largest pledge in both body and dick size and most likely judging from their looks the largest guy period, he was feeling a lot more confident. “So what next?” He asked their pledgemaster with a wide dimpled grin.

[thegaybiochemist]

What would you do as frat pledgemaster?

Fantasy answer or real consent answer?

[shirtlesssammy]

2x15: Tall Tales

Then:

The biggest prank Sam Winchester ever pulled was rocking those bangs, amirite? 

Now:

On a dark and wintery evening, a college professor, walking to his office, *notices* (gross dude) a female student and asks if she needs any help. She wants to meet with him now and after a brief hesitation, he eyes her up again and invites her into the building. Once upstairs, the young woman confesses she’s not one of his students. “Really? Then why are you here?” His face falls almost immediately, and she just stares and then insists on leaving. He’s “somewhat of a celebrity” but rebuffs her advances (but pulls her closer, fondles her hair, and kisses her.)

When he pulls away, the woman’s face has transformed and the man recoils in horror.

Downstairs, the janitor is just locking up for the night. As he walks away from the building, the professor falls from the building, landing with a splat on the ground.

A week later, Sam and Dean are staying at one of their more shady hotels from the early years. Sam is busy reading while Dean eats greasy food on Sam’s bed and listening to music. The brothers are at each other's’ throats. Sam’s pissed about his computer and Dean’s pissed about his car. Bobby arrives to break up the happy party. It seems they’re stumped about the case of the suicidal professor. 

In a flashback, Sam and Dean pose as reporters to get the lowdown on the possible haunted university building. (Lol, the professor was an Ethics and Morality professor.) Sam learns that the urban legend says a spurned lover from 30 years ago haunts the place and anyone who sees her doesn’t live to tell the tale. Dean drinks Purple Nurples. Dean is also attempting to reel in a “feisty little wildcat”, Starla. Starla meets Sam and then vomits in her mouth. Lovely. Dean is excited. Sam is UNIMPRESSED.

Back in Present Day, Dean denies this story completely. Well, not the Purple Nurples. And Not-Starla “was a classy chic.”

In Dean’s flashback, he tells his version of the story. Not-Starla is a grad student, and between purple shots, Dean and Not-Starla discuss local ghost stories. Dean thinks himself such a sauve son of a bitch. “My god, you are attractive.” Not-Starla is speaking for the world. Dean tries to stay on task, but Not-Starla is mesmerized, and they soon start kissing.  

A high-key annoyed (and annoying) Sam interrupts them. Dean ignores him.

Present Day Sam denies all of it. Bobby wants to know what’s really going on.

Sam’s flashback reveals they visit the professor’s office. The janitor lets them take a look around. And he reveals that he’s the one that found him. Dean stuffs his face with candy (“C’mon, I ate one, maybe two.”)

The janitor also mentions seeing a young woman enter with the professor, but never leave. Back at the hotel, the boys break down all the false leads -no EMF, no sixth floor. Dean suggests researching the history of the building. Sam instantly opens his laptop and finds it frozen on Busty Asian Beauties. Dean slinks away.

In Present Day, Sam says that there’s no information on a suicidal coed. The story gets weird though. They flashback to Curtis, one of the students Sam interviewed at the bar, is walking alone at night and appears to be abducted by aliens. In the present day, Bobby is dubious.

Bobby: Aliens?

Sam: Yeah

Bobby: Aliens!?

Dean: Yeah

Sam and Dean know it’s not real, but talk to him all the same. Curtis is reluctant, but off the record, he recounts what he can remember from his abduction. There were tests, probing, and slow dances to Lady in Red.

Dean’s face was a mess of emotion during this story. Bobby thinks the kid is nuts, but Sam and Dean think otherwise after finding a saucer shaped disc on the campus lawn.

They keep digging and interview more students. Sam gets super emotional trying to help a student. (He does not.)

The student thinks Curtis deserves what he got for being a hard pledgemaster.

Back at the hotel room, Dean concludes that the connection between the two victims is that they’re both dicks. While Dean’s expounding on his theory, Sam checks the room for his laptop. When he can’t find it, he goes off on a rant about all of Dean’s worst habits and...vaguely threatens the Impala (in the way of siblings). Poor Bobby, meanwhile, is stuck parenting these two yahoos. Bobby coaxes the rest of the story from them with eye rolls miraculously held in check.

The last victim was a scientist who tried reaching for a gold watch in the sewer drain, only to have his arm chewed off by something snarly. When Sam and Dean broke into the morgue to check out the guy’s body, they discovered just sparse grisly remains to examine. Gross. Sam discovers a belly scale stuck in the man’s flesh...a belly scale from an alligator. (My headcanon is that Sam used to watch nature shows while Dean and their dad went on hunts, which is how he knows what a friggin’ gator belly scale looks like.)

Dean checks out the sewer ready to hunt some gators, and when he comes up empty, he heads back topside. Only once he gets back on the street and heads back to Baby, he finds all his tires are flat and there’s a money clip with S.W engraved on it on the ground. Dean grabs the money and heads into the hotel room full steam ahead. He confronts Sam about letting all the air out of his tires, waving Sam’s money clip around. Sam’s shocked, denies the accusations, and demands his money back. This devolves into juvenile wrestling over the money clip and...we’ve looped back to the beginning of the episode.

“Okay, I’ve heard enough,” Bobby says. He scolds both Sam and Dean and informs them that they’ve been hoodwinked by ...a trickster!

“That’s what I thought,” Dean says. Dean. Bean.

Bobby tells them that tricksters make trouble as easy as breathing and it’s been turning the two brothers against each other to put them off of their scent. “Tricksters target the high and the mighty, knock them down a peg, usually with a sense of humor.” (And a good side of DEAD.) Sam and Dean think about all the commonalities between their three cases and then remember the janitor…

Cut to the janitor’s apartment. He’s got a cute pup. Good music. An actual over-the-top buffet of sweets and then… “Something’s missing,” the trickster muses just before he conjures two women to share the bounty of desserts.

The next day Sam and Dean head up into a university building with the janitor aka trickster on a flimsy pretext. Sam splits away and investigates the janitor’s locker. He finds an issue of the Weekly World News in there. A little while later Sam and Dean argue over needing more proof than just a tabloid while the trickster smirks from a window above them. Sam implores Dean to wait until he gets back to fight the trickster.

Dean waits until nightfall and then says “Screw this,” and heads inside to take out his target. He pulls out a giant stake and then hears music. Dean opens the door to see a theater and on the stage, two scantily clad women recline on a lavish red bed. A disco ball whirls overhead. “This isn’t real,” he tells them, but they assure him that it’ll feel real. WINK WINK.

Dean is tempted. MAN, is he tempted. But he’s gotta keep his eyes on the prize. He turns around to find the trickster sitting in the audience seating. The trickster tells him that he can have the women and the deluxe orgy setting while the trickster skips town. Dean tells him that he likes his style, but he’s gonna have to pass.

MUAHAHAHA, the trickster essentially says. “You shouldn’t have come alone.”

Dean agrees. Enter Sam AND Bobby - both armed with trickster-killing stakes. The fight that Sam and Dean staged was just a diversion. “Wanna see a real trick?” the trickster asks. He conjures two chainsaw psychos and supercharges the women, whaling on all three of our guys.

Dean stabs the trickster and then the women and chainsaw killers disappear. The Winchesters and Bobby race out of the building and hop into the car, eager to leave the body behind. Sam and Dean share hasty apologies over the hood of the car. (Bobby: D’aaaaww.) The Impala drives away with a rumble…

Back in the theater, someone saunters up to the trickster’s body. As we watch, the stabbed body disappears and the camera pans up to reveal the trickster - alive and well!

The Quotester:

If no one lives to tell the tale, then how does the tale get told?

I don’t know man, I think they’re called Purple Nurples

Sorry, I just can't even concentrate. It's like staring into the sun.

Dean, this is a very serious investigation. We don’t have time for any of your blah blah blah.

He got more ass than a toilet seat.

You gotta give those purple nurples a shot.

I’m here for you, you brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain.

These punishments...they're almost poetic. Actually, it'd be more like a limerick, but still…

Just your typical haunted campus, alien abduction, alligator-in-the-sewer gig.

If you two bothered to pull your heads outta your asses, it all would have been pretty clear.

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[divineninelover]

Has anyone on the moderating staff dealt with the death of a line brother/sister? If so, how did your process your grief? I crossed on a line of two and my ace passed earlier this year.. For the past five years, he's been the brother I never had and now, I feel like I've lost a part of me. I have the frat and I have my chapter brothers but I just feel so sad. There aren't anymore road trips together, no more homecomings, nothing but photos and memories. No one prepares you to lose your LB/LS.

Oh, my Greek Brother, I am so sorry for your loss.  Man, that really is awful.  My heart goes out to you.

He sounds like one of your best friends.  

I think as you move through this, yes, acknowledge that he was your line brother, but really put a name on that relationship:  best friend.  Partner.  Road dog.  Running buddy.  Partner in crime.

Sometimes “Line Brother” just isn’t adequate to let people who love you know how you’re really feeling.

I don’t know the pain of losing my LB, but I’ve also been upfront on this blog about me and my LBs not being the closest of friends.

I did lose my neo in APO, though.  Jimi was one of the best friends I ever had.  He lived with my mom for a few weeks one summer.  We’ve shared a bed. We had inside jokes for days.

He passed from sickle cell disease.

One thing I realized in the process of losing him is that some people in the chapter honored the pledgemaster (dean) and pledge relationship.  But in that honoring, they kept a distance.  I didn’t always need distance.  Sometimes I needed someone to hold my hand through the grief.  Sometimes I wanted people to share stories about him with.  And sometimes I just wanted to listen while others shared things about him I didn’t know.

But how do you tell your brothers that?  I don’t know.

Jimi has been dead for six years now.  I really miss him.  Some days, I cry.  Other days, I call up his line mate or his big and talk about him with them.  Some days I post a photo and a memory.

I don’t know if we ever get over grief as much as we learn to live our lives in spite of it.  A British man once said that grief is the price we pay for love.

It sounds like you loved your line brother.  Keep loving him.  Love him loud.  Love him quietly.  But most of all, love him in the ways that feel right for you.  For your grief is your grief.  His Dean’s grief will be his.  His neo’s grief will be theirs.  

But yours will be yours, to work through, to understand.

Ask for help when you need it, from the people who love you.  Just don’t stop living your own life.

Feel free to come off anon and reach out to me at @rashiddarden if you’d like to talk more or share memories.

–Uncle Rashid

[kelvinmaung]

11/17 12:17 AM

My favorite things about the pledgemasters:

- One turned out to be my pseudo g, other one is extremely nice and funny

- Pushed us to become better professionals

- taught us how to be resilient and toughened us up

- listened to our problems and concerns

Least favorite things:

- make me cri🥲

- scary (very good job at being scary)

- pledgemaster luu’s scary judgemenatal eyes

- whenever they ask us to stand up

[sean-wang]

11-16 9:00 PM

Mr. Albert Luu

Favorite: dichotomy of personality, thought you were really scary at first but after our interview I learned that you were a really chill and laidback person. I thin that being able to switch between these personalities is really cool.

Least Favorite: Being too good at being scary pledgemaster. I didn’t really notice you cracking during meetings and you did a good job of showing no emotion.

Ms. Nikki Smith

Favorite: Really interesting person. In addition to a pre-health career I appreciate that you have time to pursue your passions such as reading/writing and League of Legends.

Least Favorite: Your heels. Every time I heard your heels approaching, my fight or flight response would trigger and I would mentally prepare myself for a rough couple hours.

[pekoespecial]

To Pledgemaster Ellen Niu :)

Dear Ms. Ellen Niu,

Thank you does not even begin to cover how grateful I am to both you and Mr. Jonathan Hwang. You have put in endless hours of work, time, and energy into developing and perfecting the Alpha Gamma pledge quarter and into helping us pledges grow personally and professionally. 

Thank you for caring enough to come up with different activities and lessons and assignments to teach us something about ourselves. Thank you for devoting one-two hours every Monday and Wednesday to our pledge class (despite the scoldings and the punishments) to help us grow. Thank you for being part of the driving force behind an organization that has brought sixteen wonderful people into my life and also brought me close to them on an entirely different level that I have not experienced before. 

Here we are, several weeks later, and it’s finally time for us to have a one-on-one conversation! We have progressed from me flinching in meetings every time you called my name to me sprinting out of Chick-Fil-A to me also running away from you when some other pledges and I saw you in your grad dress for grad pics (btw you looked so pretty!!; also running seems to be a common theme here) to me setting up an interview with you. I am so so SO excited for our interview next Tuesday and to get to know you better. Ms. Michele Shi mentioned in her post that you are from San Ramon, aka you are a Bay Area native! Instant connection.

Lots of love,

Katelyn Nguyen

P.S. I have never felt more betrayed than when I found out that you are actually the BLS Director and not Mr. Michael Hashimoto.

P.P.S. Except maybe when you revealed you live with our p-mom Ms. Tiffany Chen.