#roleplay story

[muffytheslime]

Never forget that one day I decided to shrink down Stain and put him in a jar and fill it with yogurt on Janitor AI (yes this chat is public)

[scftestkisses]

[ muse a ] does laundry every sunday and wednesday in their apartment building's laundry room. [ muse b ] has noticed this and has decided to throw some of their things in─ who wants to pay three dollars to wash their clothes? and [ muse a ] ends up checking on their clothes a little sooner, catching [ muse b ] pulling their soggy clothes out.

[redsinistra]

Pathfinder Kingsmaker scene we had the other day. My hellknight is not the talkative-type, not even during the quiet times of night watch. You know one of those “you-better-not-ask-about-my-past” conversations. It was a nice experiment with coloring style. Too much watermarks... but these are dark times for artist

[xxno-thoughts-just-chaosxx]

RP Horror Story: That time I purposely baited a Pedo

Years ago, back when I was in high school, I was part of an Invader Zim role-play. This took place on Gaiaonline before the inflation fiasco.

Everything took place on one continuous thread- OOC and IC interactions. And I played the part of Zim and the head 'mod' of the thread.

Some 14-13 year old girl played Dib and had some major confidence issues.

And everyone else played some variation of an OC. It was fun and honestly educational RP as everyone learned how to create a good character and a good story. We asked each other questions and made sure everything made sense. I was never able to recapture this magic in another thread- it was truly special.

Then came Tabasa Baggins. A woman in her late twenties with her very special OC named.... Tabasa Baggins. Her username and character name were the same. Her first real name apparently was also Tabasa. (Last name is fake - she was a LOTR fan)

Her OC? I recreated to the best of my ability below. Absoutely no relation to Dib.

Literally, all of this would be fine.

We had an Irken OC that was born with a full head of hair because 'it looked pretty'. We had another Irken OC that was your classic "Life is suffering" and was the best, most awesome warrior. We had a literal TALLEST OC that was super smart and attractive. I myself was an edge lord with an OC I played alongside Zim; that was basically just a mini-me.

We were all dumb kids just playing a game. But the fact that she came at us with such intensity, demanding that we give in to her romantic needs or else she'll hurt herself... I don't feel bad about picking on her 'creative choices.'

Certainly didn't help that she "TPED LICK DIS AN DOUNT SEA ENYHING OUR I WELL GIT MAD" I wish I was exaggerating. I can understand the spelling - there's a reason for everything. But did she really need to highlight everything in firetruck red, all caps? And no one was allowed to clarify her posts - or else we were picking on her. And if we didn't understand right away? God help us.

Anyways.

She introduced her character as being 'extremely attracted' to Zim. I wasn't interested in shipping Zim with anyone, so I kept rebuffing her with lines like 'no way you smell like beans,' and 'no one is worthy of zim'.

So, her character threatened to kill herself if Zim didn't love her back.

Because this threat was IC, Zim responded that he couldn't care less for a human he knew less than two days. Because that's how long this escalation took - two days.

She exploded OOC, and we all had a conversation. I explained that it really wasn't personal - I just seriously wasn't shipping Zim with anyone. 17-year-old me couldn't care less about this 27-year-old having a tantrum.

So she changed targets. Now Tabasa was super obsessed with Dib. Dib, who was played by someone even younger than I was and had a much harder time saying no.

And because they 'agreed' to the relationship, and no one wanted to hurt this adult's feelings, there didn't seem to be much I could do at that point.

The player for Dib logged on less and less, trying to avoid the times Tabasa would be on. We all did, silently. It didn't do much. She was chronically online.

When Tabasa RP'd 'french kissing' with Dib, I had enough.

(I do want to state- I did suggest kicking out Tabasa, but I was vastly outvoted. "She has autism/depression, so she doesn't know better" and other BS like that. I'm more mad about it now than I was then. So... what- we HAVE to RP with this grown adult woman, forcing her romantic fantasy on minors playing minors? Were we not allowed boundaries?)

So I did what I had to.

I created the most amazing, super deluxe OC ever. Tommy the 12-year-old. Tommy, who was super rich and spoke a dozen different languages and totally believed in aliens and in saving the world. Super awesome Tommy, who upon first sight fell MADLY in love with Tabasa and did everything in his power to woo her.

And while it took time- it did work. While the appeal of having DIB as your boyfriend, why struggle and beg a player who was barely online and was clearly uncomfortable towards your advances when you have DREAM BOAT TOMMY inviting you special dinners in Paris and buying you everything you ever wanted? I googled poems and abused google translate like there was no tomorrow.

Things were good. We had our good roleplay on one side, and I kept Tabasa busy on the other. The Dib player built up their self-esteem and roleplayed more often since they didn't have to worry about this LITERAL ADULT WOMAN constantly chasing them. I'M STILL SO PROUD OF THEIR GROWTH TO THIS DAY. THEY BUILT SUCH A SPINE OVER THE FOLLOWING MONTHS.

Things continued to be crazy. Tabasa tried to cheat on Tommy because she was still so in love with Dib. Tommy forgiving her. Dib rejecting her. Tabasa turning herself into a catgirl for attention.

Eventually, everything climaxed to Summer Vacation. Super Awesome Tommy invited everyone onto a cruise ship. Keep that in mind- a CRUSE SHIP.

And I had enough faith that I could successfully have Tommy break up with Tabasa, and the Dib player would not only be confident enough to reject them but that everyone else was finally sick of Tabasa's nonsense that they wouldn't want to coddle her anymore.

Tommy took her into a room and- honestly gave very valid reasons for the breakup. Tabasa was very clearly not interested in staying faithful in their relationship and took him for granted. And while firm, he wasn't cruel. "I hope you find someone that makes you happy, but it's time I make myself happy now." Something like that.

Tabasa- IC and OOC was losing her mind. She sent me DM after DM, begging me to not do this thing. That she will hurt herself. That I was her only reason for living. That it will be all my fault. That she will send me pictures. That she's already hurting herself, am I happy now?

Maybe this would affect me more if I didn't have an Ex-Boyfriend in real life that was pulling this exact same card, so I was kinda over it.

Tommy leaves the room, leaving Tabasa alone.

Tabasa then describes the room. Apparently, we were in a Dojo the whole time. And there were Katanas in the room - the whole time. Tabasa screamed about how she would always love Tommy and how life wasn't worth living. Tabasa described how this 12-year-old committed seppuku in a dojo while we were supposed to be on a cruise ship heading to the Bahamas.

She then made a large massive post on how she was going to go do the thing in real life, and it was all my fault. She signed off and we never saw her again.

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Just kidding, we saw her literally a week later. Except not really her, it was her twin sister who blamed us for her death but totally wanted to RP with us with her super special OC. And how she just so happened to read over 2000 pages of disorganized RP over a one-week period, so she was totally caught up.

[naerwenia]

I thought roleplaying games were about fantasy and escaping reality, but here we are, trying to solve the question of how we fund our organisation and have enough food & water for our spaceship's crew...

[makemesickispit]

story!!!

story time abt how i lost a friend and i've regretted it ever since

so it all starts in 2018, 14 yr old me had a friend named jannie (not real name) and me and jannie used to do a lot of rps with another friend called jonnie (not real name)

so one day jonnie and jannie found another friend called jongie (not real name) and we were all friends together

so then jonnie jannie and jongie just not let me in the roleplays anymore??

i asked why and they didnt tell me

i was like "WOAHHHHHH fuck them" and unfriended them

jannies friend request is still pending

you know who you are jannie jonnie and jongie

friendship ended in 2019 may??? idk

[dadsd0ll2]

do you like my outfit?

[quillpokebiology]

Thinking about that one Blaziken on that cooking show who refused to eat food shaped like Torchic

[l-michalska-writer]

Protective prompts

Perhaps i should phrase myself better. You. Wont. Lay. A. Single. Finger. On. Her.

Yeah, I killed him. I won't apologize for that.

He had it coming.

"He was asking for it." "For a beat-up?" "Yeah."

I don't care if you want me here or not. I'm staying.

You're in a hospital because of them and I'll put in a morgue everyone who is responsible for that.

He said what?!

"He had it coming." "you killed him." "Exactly."

He was asking for it.

You have my permission to kill him whenever you like, darlin'.

Are you falling in love with me, hon'?

You're playing a dangerous game, darlin'.

"My father wants to meet you." "I swear, one single bad word about you comes out od his mouth... I'll kill him."

You’ll stay by my side until I tell you so.

„You’d defy the gods, only for me?” „i would destroy the gods for you.”

You can change what you do but you cant change what you want.

If I cant have you no one should.

*someone’s bothering her* him: would you like to fuck off?

How many drinks would it take to make you mine?

Who. Did. This. To. You?

You don't want to make me jealous, honey.

[juicywritinghoard]

prompts to shake things up

I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear

I'm going to take over the world and no one can stop me not even y- okay well if you ask nicely I guess

you say childish like it's a bad thing but I see you eyeing that life size Pokémon plush don't kid yourself 

be honest are you crying about the commercial with the kitten in it

this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen,

soooo *twirling hair and fluttering eyelashes* why does everyone think you're a freak

I know I'm your doctor and the horns growing in overnight was kind of a surprise but why do you want them removed those are sick as hell

babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring 

okay so if you want me to rescue you from up there you have to try to come with me--okay I guess I'm picking you up

I have never been this sick before I'm sorry did I, haha this is so weird, but did I confess my love for you? f- four times? yeah? haha oh

every time you taste my cooking you just say it's amazing does it need more salt or not I swan to John

oh it's nothing it's just. you sing when you're happy and the place has been so quiet for so long, and I heard you- nevermind,

you frost cookies like you're neither left or right handed but a third other hand that you don't actually possess and I can't stand it (affectionate)

I don't think you understand how much your good morning texts legitimately keep me from rotting in bed all day 

you must be pretty down if me juggling your oranges doesn't even get a laugh out of you :( should I light them on fire? 

no I see the super powers yeah I just, I'm not sure you got them from your medication, yeah, and would you say that's a negative side effect or

you bought me a SWORD? OH MAN IM GONNA BE SO DANGEROUS 

ooh what's this potion do? coffee? that's a funny name. what happens if I press this button? humans are so fascinating this is the best I hope I never go home

you've been blinking SOS in Morse code at me for ten minutes honey this award ceremony is supposed to be honoring you 

when we kiss I feel like I'm floating, like literally gravity stopped working on me please don't let go?? also another kiss wouldn't hurt just saying 

so it was YOU who took a full bite out of that stick of butter!! please. please. why??

let's go on vacation somewhere cheesy and act like we're a couple wouldn't that be sooooo funny haha

okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with them

I'm a spy. i can do unspeakable crimes under the morally bankrupt cover of night but I'm not sure I can pretend to look at real estate as a couple with you 

my love is your arm stuck in the claw machine. you were going to steal that prize for me?? oh my gosh. let me rescue you and also show you how to actually do this

[riveroryn]

Omg I just want to be heavily pregnant going into labor resisting the urge to push and then finally giving in and PUSHING my baby out of my birth canal. Yelling with each push. Sweat dripping down my body. My belly shining with sweat in the light. Feeling my baby stretch me wider and wider. Pushing against that pressure. HNNNGGG

Bonus: have a birth partner encourage me to breathe and push. Commanding me to push harder as the baby crowns. Praising me as the baby emerges more and more.

Uggghh give it to me

[naerwenia]

Eshka’s Loneliness

We had another game session, which had me reflecting on my character’s life. Eshka has been quite alone all her life, only being seen by what she does, and the few people she let close have died or abandoned her. But rather than cry or get therapy, she has surrounded herself with alcohol and luxuries. So I decided to write a short scene expanding the scene that played out in the game. Roleplaying at it’s best, making me feel difficult emotions and face my own flaws.

An uncommonly warm smile on Grambo the Hutt's face. He was pleased and let it be known through his words addressed to young Eshka, who’s formal thanks can be heard, and Grambo claps, telling his servants to prepare a feast, but the scene shifts to another where Grambo’s smile is calculated, cold, and the camera pulls back, showing older Eshka standing in front of the hutt, while screams of pain and fear are heard as the acid boils in a pool next to Grambo, stabilising as the screams drown. “Useless,” Grambo says to Eshka, followed by “You will not fail me anymore”, making her shiver in fear.

The stars are almost hidden by the waves of the ocean, only showing a few of the brightest ones reflecting off the sea. Someone more artistic might compare the stars to tears, falling down to the silver sea, only to be swept away by the constant waves. At the same time Eshka was looking at her drink, sitting by the window of her hotel room. She wanted to go to the balcony, but didn’t want the company of her bodyguards. Only their captain, Higgs, talked to Eshka like another sentient, all the others were playing their role, which she understood, yet she wished she could have someone there. Dei and Delcin were her peers, part of the head of NADA, yet she was more of a mentor to them, which she took seriously, wanting them to have the courage to stand up for their values as well as against her if she ever did something in conflict with their mission. However, she was worried about how Delcin had acquired the support of senator Neolight, giving his own word to a debt he had no way to pay back. His joyful announcement of the support made Eshka’s stomach turn, bringing back memories of the similarly calculated master she used to serve, but on the flip of a coin, Grambo the Hutt turned on her. All because of her empathy for her former bodyguard, after all the stress and fear they both went through.

A tall and well dressed Gamorrean male follows close behind as Eshka walks down the streets of Coruscant. She is young compared to mr Babe, annoyed by his company. His arms have some light scars and his fingers are callous, but as something comes flying towards Eshka, he is quick to jump into action to protect her. As his hand grabs her shoulder, the scene changes, now both standing inside Flying Brick. “Let me come with you,” he says, and as a smile spreads on Eshka’s face, she nods. Then he fades away, as the ship around her bursts in flames.

A new drink in her hand, Eshka tilts her head to look out, gazing up to the sky. Some ships flew over the planet, but the night sky was mostly illuminated by the stars. It was so quiet and serene, yet Eshka could not find peace. When they still had Flying Brick, she could go to Bob even in the middle of the night to have someone to listen to her and embrace her. Almost expecting to see him in front of her, she lowered her gaze to the chair next to her, only to see nothing, just shadows. If only she could find comfort in the shadows.

“Come with me, at least you have someone to talk to”, Eshka says to a young human man on space traffic control duty, who’s bored face shows a bit of life after her words. He gets up, running towards Eshka, ready to leave the pirate base, and as the scene changes, he runs to her arms, embracing her playfully. Static plays over the scene as someone cries “Bob kidnapped Eshka!” and shots of Eshka running away, trying to hide while shots are heard, before falling down, changing to a shot of Bob with his head messed up, his brain chip pulled out as his voice can be heard saying “She tried to kill me!”

How long had it been since they last saw each other? To her it was no more than a year, but that time had been more than five years back in this galaxy. Flying Brick had crashed and thrown them into another universe for a year, only to come back and realise it had been five years, a galactic war against an AI was fought and won, and the senate had been restored. People and things had changed, moved on, but the mark on her head was still on, maybe even greater now, and all those she remembered were now no more than strangers to her. 

A party of Bothans make their way to Eshka, meeting her for the first time. “I am your uncle, and you are part of the clan Alya, a Bothan. Come back home”, he says, with determination on his face while Eshka clearly doesn’t want to be there. A step back, the scene moves forward, with her dressed in the diplomat’s robes, the camera pans out showing the debate in the senate around her, with the Bothan delegate talking about independence to resistant senators. Eshka tries to bite her tongue, but takes a stance in favour of Bothan independence. Her words are captured on camera from the side, as the scene changes, her profile deflating as a Bothan delegation just says “You are no longer one of us”, and turning their backs on her.

Even in their absence the crew of Flying Brick was not forgotten, as their ties to the Gree changed the course of the war, the Gree coming back to the galaxy to help the sentients against the artificial intelligence. Even without that, maybe when she called back to Bothawui and let them know she was still alive, Eshka’s family made their wishes known to her as she now had a position of relevance. She was a Bothan and even if she was not raised by them she was one of them. They almost dragged her back, and just to avoid conflict with her crew, she relented and went with them, but was only locked up in a small room, contempt and conflict raising their heads between her and her uncle. She didn’t get any answers, only vague plans, and the possibility of a marriage and settling down on the planet just strengthened her resolve to leave the planet. Still, there was hope they would understand, especially after she defended them in the senate hearing where she was speaking on behalf of NADA, preventing a war between the Bothans and newly established Republic, but she was only met by a small group of Bothans led by her uncle, announcing she was no longer one of them. Only then the weight of her decisions hit her, and she drank another glass of whiskey, finishing the bottle in front of her. 

Just words fill her mind. Whore, bitch, disappointment, alien. She sees herself sitting in her student accommodation back in Coruscant, alone, looking down on the city lights, then in a study hall, alone, avoided by the other students, all human, as her eyes flare with determination. She stands up, screaming liberty and equality to a confused group of humanoid creatures in a slum, gathering crowds who take up arms to tear the walls down. Few flashes of light change the scene to the day of the huttball finale, press taking pictures of her as television cameras capture her words, Sword of Truth’s step to light. Both surprise and interest bubble around her, and she looks happy to speak her words of amplifying the voices of those who may not be heard otherwise, giving power to the people, and helping the communities govern themselves. But as the lights flash more bright, it is followed by darkness, and as small lights switch on above her, she is alone, exhausted from speaking, organising, trying to reach out but not being able to touch anyone, every hand just a brush stroke away from her reach. So she just stands there, now again alone in the darkness. A glass full of alcohol appears in her hand, and the scenes of her raising her glass blend into one, switching through all parties, dinners, clubs, dances, fancy and luxurious, holes in the wall, saloons, homemade spirits, champagne made of extinct fruits, moonshine, glittery cocktail changing colour in the glass, beer in a can. All the different dresses and hair styles change between scenes, as she smiles and flirts with those around her, but as the scenes slow the switching, a scene with black background comes up more often, finally stopping on that. Eshka sits back down, and the scene merges back to her in the current moment.

Eshka had long ago dropped the pretence she was drinking only to enjoy the fine taste of different alcohols, and didn’t even employ the bartender droid, pouring her own glass full of strong spirits. Sitting in her sleeping gown, not stressed but not fully relaxed, feeling somewhat empty like the bottles on her table. All the dresses and gear on her bed were more expensive than the wage of all the bodyguards she had been surrounded by most of her life, yet she found all the glamour around her at the moment dull and useless. In a way, she had no one to share it with, and it made her feel useless, lonely. She had done so much to fight for her ideals she never stopped to hold anyone’s hand longer than a night. The whole crew around her was there for her, supporting her quirks and morals, aligning themselves with her ideals, yet she couldn’t help but feel alone at that moment. More than anything, she wanted to run away, leave the danger and constant fighting, and go back to being a doctor. She was a medic, that’s what she had studied all those years in Coruscant, one of the handful of non-human students in the former Imperial university. But there was no more Coruscant, no place that didn’t know her as an activist, no family that would open their arms for her, no master that would trust her to serve under them. There was no going back, she had to look forward, remember what she was fighting for, with only her wits and compassion as her weapons.

[mpreghotties2]

[hidedino]

q!fit thinks that q!pac is simply choosing to stay blind to all his red flags when q!pac is in fact being very conscious of all of them.

we know fit's red flags are related to his emotional repression, insecurities and inability to address his own feelings. but that's exactly what pac has always been mindful of.

even when they were flirting around and pac seemed to be aware that there were romantic feelings between them, he wasn't ever pushing fit to go further he was ready for. he was being patient, calling them roommates when fit did, saying they're taking baby steps after fit had mentioned it the first time. he waited for fit to confess, then waited for the proclamation that they were dating and now is probably waiting for the first kiss too. he'd made sure that the quest from quacki was only a forehead kiss even if that was never specified in her request.

that's exactly the kind of attitude fit needs before he starts coming out of his shell. because fit is the kind of person who will do anything for pac. he takes an utter importance in making sure that pac is feeling well, has got everything he needs, has a helping hand always ready and knows that he's strong even on his own. those are the kinds of prospects which pac could absolutely use to push fit's boundaries and make him do things that fit doesn't want to, but would oblige if pac asked. this is an issue that comes out of many relationships for people like fit. a lot of the time their partners don't even do it consciously, it's simply easy to fall into the habit of expecting your partner to do everything you ask if they never establish their boundaries and you never consider to read between the lines instead of taking every "yes" at a face value. but pac never does that. pac is aware that fit needs patience so he automatically assumes to wait for fit to do something first without even asking about it.

and whenever pac is acting dramatic around fit he makes it clear that he was just joking after. he doesn't do it because he wants fit to feel obligated to prove that he cares for his feelings, but because he trusts him enough to seek reassurance from him. and he does it in silly ways because neither of them (and especially fit) are too confident in having serious conversations about their real feelings. baby steps, as they say.

so no, pac isn't colourblind, he's just purchased some paint and is now working on recolouring those red flags in different shades :)

and sure, i do hope that one day they'll get to the point when they feel comfortable voicing out their feelings, wishes and issues without beating around the bush. but they're on the right track and working on it instead of pretending that everything is perfect for them and i think that's enough for now.

[mistress--estella]

Just a scenario I was thinking about late last night

A sub is cuddling into their dom at the cinema. They had finished their large drink 20 minutes into the movie and was now just contently watching. Their dom has one arm wrapped around the sub and gently resting just above their abdomen. The sub starts to get restless and squirmy, having drank a large soda, it was all starting to catch up to their bladder, but the sub is too shy to tell their dom they need to go pee in the middle of the movie, plus public bathrooms were scary and gross. "no worries It's not too bad I can wait until the end" they think to themself and put their attention back on the movie to try and distract their mind from their growing desperation. 10 minutes pass and the sub is getting more and more desperate. Crossing their legs, trying to discreetly hold themself, but their dom still had their arm around them, making it difficult to do so discreetly. The sub tries to adjust their position only for the dom to whisper asking if they were alright. The sub replies that they need to pee a little but it wasn't that bad and cuddles back into their dom. The dom smirks and starts to run their fingers over their sub's thigh feeling them flinch but the sub does not say a word. After squirming a bit more the dom pats their lap gently for their sub to sit in order to cuddle easier. Not being disobedient, the sub ends up sitting on the dom's lap absolutely bursting to pee feeling like they could let it all go at any moment. Their dom decided to tease them while the sub was in this position and every so often would do something to make their sub almost leak. Applying light pressure to their abdomen, gently running their fingers over ticklish spots and thighs, while making sure the sub does not move from their lap. It gets so bad that the sub starts grinding on their dom's thigh to get some sort of pressure because their bladder is so full, squeezing their thighs around their dom's leg tightly, while their dom continues to tease the sub and even whispers little phrases like "awww are you getting wet darling" or "you're so horny when you're desperate" only turning the sub on more and making them need to pee even worse. The sub, now not paying any attention to the movie turns to face their dom laying their head on the dom's chest pressing and grinding as hard as they can into their dom's thigh because if they don't they'll lose it completely, all the while getting more and more horny.

The sub is so desperate little drops start escaping onto their underwear making them even hornier. The sub won't last much longer and was struggling to hold it when the dom sits the sub in between their legs and getting whatever clothing their wearing on their bottom half off before moving their underwear out of the way and spreading their legs, with all pressure gone the sub could feel their bladder trying to release little dribbles and tried to close their legs only to have their dom hold them open. The dom gets the empty soda cup and places it under their desperate little sub before leaning in and whispering "why don't you let some out, it's ok my darling" in a flirtatious and dominant tone. The sub whimpers quietly trembling from the desperation as they try and relax. But they were so turned on and worked up that they couldn't let anything out. "I....I can't" they whispered quietly the desperation laced in their words as another quiet whimper escapes the subs lips and their thighs tremble more out of desperation. Their dom very gently caresses the inside of the sub's leg before moving up and pressing on their full bladder causing the sub to moan softly and go even redder than before. The dom gently strokes their subs inner thigh once more sending a tingling sensation through the subs body. The subs breathing gets heavier as they feel their bladder start to let go "i.....it's gonna leak, it's gonna leak, it's gonna leak" they say panicked as the dom gently presses on their subs abdomen again. "then let it" the dom whispers teasingly into their sub's ear. The sub lets out a few very quiet whimpers and moans before being unable to hold any longer due to the pressure and teasing from their dom, slowly starting to pee into the cup. With heavy breaths and barely above a whisper the sub looks at their dom and says "I can't stop. I can't stop it. It won't stop coming" with a look of panic and fear in their eyes as they could still feel their bladder was super full. "don't worry love. I'll tell you when to stop" their dom whispers lovingly into their subs ear, having full trust in their dom, let their eyes roll back into their head from how desperate they were. After emptying the subs bladder only a little bit the dom very slowly takes their hand off of the sub's abdomen which in turn slows the stream coming from their sub until it's completely stopped. The sub looks at their dom in confusion, still feeling very full and very aroused. The dom simply says "That should last you until we get home my darling" in the same teasing tone as before and helps the sub put the removed clothing on, although that didn't stop the sub grinding against their dom's hand and thigh for the rest of the movie, their body releasing little drops of pee every time their dom allowed it to.

[mcflymemes]

i feel like people keep interchanging MAINS, EXCLUSIVES, and AFFILIATES and haphazardly using them without really recognizing what they mean, so here's a brief description of the differences.

MAINS are the primary group of roleplay blogs you interact with on a regular basis. you might choose to prioritize them in terms of replies or ask memes, or focus on their dynamics more often than you do others.

EXCLUSIVES are the only version of that character you will write with. as an example, if you add a canon superman or a princess jasmine to your exclusives, it means you will not write with or follow any duplicates of those characters.

** this can also include FACECLAIM EXCLUSIVES, where you won't follow duplicate faceclaims of your favorite blogs. weird example, but if you're writing with a blog using tom hanks as their faceclaim, you might say you're faceclaim exclusive with that blog and refuse to write with or follow any other blogs using tom hanks.

AFFILIATES are blogs with extensive ties to your blog's canon. their characters are weaved into your storyline to such a degree that you cannot separate them from one another. maybe they're your primary or single ship partner. maybe you created the characters together. maybe they're from the same piece of media and you want to establish their significant ties to your muse and their story. this is a step up from exclusives, and their url is often linked in your pinned or placed on your rules page.