Various Memes Open RP

[ladyvoldything]

This is a list of memes I'm interested in playing, with pretty much any character. If something from one of them strikes your fancy, write up a starter or comment. Please specify the character you want to play with, or the PSL/verse, or BOTH in the subject line.

Cursed meme

Hypnosis/mind control meme

Seven minutes in Heaven meme~!

Captivity meme

Dubcon meme

Body Horror meme

Sensory deprivation- any kind!

Comments

Bless him tho

[purple_af]

Hawke raises an eyebrow at him skeptically. “Didn’t you say snogging was sort of an art form in the Circle? Everyone was kissing everyone?”

Come on, Anders. This doesn’t have to be so bad. The look she gives him is an obvious taunt, almost as much as her next words.

“Are you too old for that, or just scared?”

flailing back in this direction

[magefreedom]

He glares at her, because the gibe hits closer to home than she probably realizes. He is scared. Hawke is...Maker, he doesn't know what she is. A walking, talking force of nature, who takes no shit and has as little tolerance for injustice as he does, who laughs at things that would make most people run screaming. She doesn't seem to be afraid of anything, and that's what makes her vulnerable. Not to everything. Just to him.

Or possibly it's the other way around. He can't tell anymore.

"This isn't the Circle." It comes out more harsh than he intends, because she's only a few inches away and daring him to kiss her and it's like some sadistic nightmare of temptation. "And I'm not that man anymore. And I don't want you forced into--into anything! You deserve better."

[purple_af]

The harshness of his reply makes her draw back a little in surprise. Hawke has been having fun, teasing, drawing closer to him in what she thought was a dance with an inevitable ending- but maybe she's wrong. Maybe she's been wrong this whole time, misreading the signs, mistaking friendship and political passion for something else. Maybe he's just a guy trying to be her friend, reminding Carver of their father, and she's been making him uncomfortable.

"Anders, I'm a powerful blood mage who once choked a hurlock with her thighs," she tries, bravely going back in for another attempt. "If I didn't want to be here, do you really think they could've gotten me in here?"

But the look on his face... she falters, something dimming a bit in her eyes. Suddenly she doesn't entirely look like the impossible, fearless thing who people forget is just a young woman. No, she looks her young age, a feeling very like hurt flickering over her face. "But you don't want to be here. Sorry."