A note about shipping with me
- I probably already ship it
- not that I deliberately start rp'ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it
- you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay
- I will never pressure you into a ship
- if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior
- if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.
- that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.
- ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.
- if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life
xoxox i love you bbies
when you don’t feel like doing any of your drafts but you still wanna roleplay
Reblog if it is totally, 100% fine to send anonymous comments to your muse pertaining to the events in your RP
( originally by imlostinthesnow, archived here)
MAKE MY CHARACTER FEEL LOVED.
all of this ANGST lately – while nice – it’s getting a bit OLD. I want your character to try their best and make mine feel super loved. give them ALL you’ve got. make them blush like crazy and CRY because they’ve never heard such beautiful things before. do it. I dare you.
send ❛ you're a hot mess ❜ for my muses reaction.
Give the muse an object and see how they react.
REBLOG IF YOU WOULD LIKE SOME ANONS IN YOUR INBOX
Come into my ask box and say something to my muse you think would scare them
REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )
with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!
- [KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.
- [CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.
- [CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.
- [LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.
- [COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.
- [ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.
- [MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.
- [PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.
- [WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.
- [HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.
- [GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.
- [WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.
- [LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.
- [SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.
- [BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.
- [DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.
- [BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.
- [WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.
- [INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.
- [RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.
Tell My Muse What You Want To Do To Them On Anon.
I don’t care if it’s cute, sexual, or violent. Just do it!
He drew in a sharp breath at the relief the sensation of her magic caused, his eyes shutting tighter for a long moment. "Thor is their prince," he reminded gently. His throat still pained him, but it wasn't as intense a burn. He felt silent after, just breathing in the comfort her healing magic gave him.
After many long minutes, he opened his eyes again to look at her. "You speak like I've been sitting in a room doing nothing with the wizards," he teased, a little smile on his face. "I've been helping them... in as much of a way as my... slowly gained trust from the Sorcerer Supreme will allow. I take more comfort in that... than being in New Asgard. It's my choice to make, Kelda... Though I am sorry you had only rumors of me for so long."
He lifted his hands to hold onto her face, much as he did when they were children and he was inspecting her for any signs of scrape or bruise after falling from a tree. "You look so much like our Mother now, it's almost eerie," he said, before pulling her into a tight embrace.
"And so are you. Just as you are my brother," she reminded him with a sad smile that he couldn't see. At least she was able to help his physical pain. However, she had never been very good at dealing with emotional damage.
Kendra returned the embrace without a second thought. Breathing in his warmth and distinct scent. Loki had always been a comfort to her, and she didn't truly realize how much she had missed him until she was in his arms. "I just do not want you to feel as though you need to keep your distance from everything and everyone. You deserve to find peace."
They had all gone through so much in such a short period of time that sometimes it was hard to process it all. Especially when most of it had happened in a blink of am eye compared to what they had already lived. "I've missed you," she breathed.
He recoiled only slightly from her touch. Today was one of his worse days in recovery. It pained him to talk, like he was ill with a throat made of fire. Tea was only soothing in the moment, but that moment was enough relief to keep him from seeking the solitude of his bed. He knew his magic had taken him to the extent it could- he could walk, talk, cast his spells, fight with his dagger when needed. What was a little agony every now and then in exchange for living?
"Had I not taken the Tesseract from the Vault, he would not have sought us out..." The final act of greed had sealed the fate of so many; the only silver lining was that it finally seemed that he had reached a point where his own transgressions were too much. Forgiveness in words meant nothing- to act as a distant protector of his remaining people was all that gave him some comfort from the guilt.
"I escaped that fate at great cost, Kelda," he sighed. "I did die... and used almost all of my arcane powers to preserve a sliver of connection to my body. I refused the calls to Valhalla because.... because I couldn't leave Thor behind like that. Nor you, but I was far too weak to seek anyone out. For months I laid in pain, waiting to die, waiting to heal... Thor brought me here when I was strong enough, but... I don't feel I have a place in New Asgard. It is not for me, little one."
Out of instinct, her hands glowed a pale blue as she let her healing magic flow through him. Hoping to at least ease his pain. Kelda wasn't sure if her magic could heal his scares, but she would certainly try. Her brother didn't deserve such pain to go alongside the guilt he was obviously already carrying around.
"The tesseract would have been destroyed on Asgard and he very well might have still come after us. Seeking vengeance for inadvertently ruining his plans," Kelda argued insistently. "You cannot change what was, Loki. We can only change what is, and what I see is you shutting yourself away with Midgardian wizards. You are their prince. You have a place with them so long as you desire to have one. Have you not repented enough these last five years?"
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( nsfw! )
❛ good girl / boy. ❜ ❛ you have the most perfect body. ❜ ❛ i can't stop thinking about your ass. ❜ ❛ you always know just what i need. ❜ ❛ you're taking me so well. i'm proud of you. ❜ ❛ that's it, [petname], keep going just like that. ❜ ❛ take it for me. i know you can. ❜ ❛ you have no idea what you're doing to me. ❜ ❛ you're so incredible, the way you beg for me is driving me crazy. ❜ ❛ you're doing such a good job. ❜ ❛ you always know how to make me feel good. ❜ ❛ i love the way you look when you're on your knees for me. ❜ ❛ i've been waiting for this all day. ❜ ❛ you're so beautiful when you struggle for me. ❜ ❛ you're a pleasure to use. ❜ ❛ those are such pretty sounds. keep them up for me. ❜ ❛ you look so cute squirming like that. ❜ ❛ it makes me smile when you drip like that before i even touched you. ❜ ❛ you want to be a good girl / boy for me, don't you? ❜ ❛ just like that, you're doing so well for me. ❛ look how well you fit around me, you're perfect. ❜ ❛ look how beautiful you look all spread out and ready for me. ❜ ❛ that's it, you're taking your punishment so well. ❜ ❛ you look so precious when you're needy. ❜ ❛ that's it, just let go. make yourself feel good. ❜ ❛ how can i deny you when you're begging me so nicely? ❜ ❛ you look so pretty when you're taking my cock. ❜ ❛ are you going to come for me, pretty girl / boy? ❜ ❛ you have the most amazing lips to kiss. ❜ ❛ you're making me feel so good, [petname]. ❜ ❛ let me hear your beautiful moans. ❜ ❛ come for me. you deserve it after being so good to me. ❜ ❛ you're so nice and wet / hard for me. ❜ ❛ just the way you look at me is driving me wild. ❜ ❛ you can do it, i know you can. ❜ ❛ atta girl / boy. ❜ ❛ you're absolutely beautiful when you're bound like this. ❜ ❛ such a nice mouth for me to use. ❜ ❛ you're irresistible when you're in control like this. ❜ ❛ i love how you make me lose my mind. ❜
Send me a 🥃 + a question for my muse to answer. If they refuse to answer, they have to take a shot.
"Please don't speak of it," he begged, flinching slightly from the mention of the death he had escaped. Barely. Even now, healed as he could be with his own power, the nightmares that haunted him of that encounter seemed to creep into the waking world. Cause him days of a pain he couldn't escape. Rob him of his voice for weeks on end. It seemed he would be haunted by the tyrant for the rest of his days.
"... It was no illusion. Much like the face you bear... it is no illusion." The hand behind his back had been working every spell he could think to cast, to dispell whatever arcane means this being was using to claim Kelda's face. Nothing worked, and a Master of Illusions would have solved the riddle of it by now.
"Kelda, I am so sorry," he said, lowering both of his hands. "I never... I haven't sought anyone from our people out since I was brought here. What point would it have served? They have a new leader, they have Thor back. Surely my abilities are better suited away from a people who I all but handfed to that tyrant in spite of all my pitiful efforts."
"Oh, Loki..." One of her hands went to his cheek and the other to gently hold his hand. She could feel the pain radiating from him. The unhealed wounds from his encounter. Even after all these years, his magic alone wasn't strong enough to erase the damage.
"You could have gotten help. We could have been there for you. No one blames you for what happened." Which was true. No one could have foreseen the onslaught that was brought upon then. Especially not right after their dealings with Hela. "Besides, Thor is off exploring the galaxy with his new friends. Valkyrie and I are the ones trying to keep things together. I'm afraid I don't know what I'm doing. I wasn't raised to rule."
Had this person had any other face, he would have stabbed with a dagger in hand first, and then questioned them further. But his initial desire to defend this compound faded as she got closer, her face flooding his mind with a hope and a joy he'd long since abandoned. He stepped back in alarm, gulping painfully as she spoke.
"... I thought you died," he said, ignoring her question in turn. "The last my eyes were on you, you were trying to hide from... from the tyrant's soldiers..."
"I could say the same of you," she reminded him softly. "I saw him snap your neck. Then Thor was thrust into space, and I had to make sure what little was left of our people were safe. But when half our people turned to dust, I was one of them." So he wasn't completely wrong with her being dead. Technically speaking, she had been dead for five years.
"With what happened with the Dark Elves, there are some of New Asgard that believe that your death was another illusion. I couldn't listen to those rumors any longer. So I came here. Wanting to find out for certain what had happened to you."