Hi there my nameâs Morningstar and Iâm a 19 y/o college student. Iâm looking for one or two new roleplay partners (preferably long term) as the end of the semester approaches. I normally have some pretty niche rp requests because Iâm a strange little critter I supposeâŚso I figured Iâd make one big post to hopefully find someone interested in at least one of them.
Just some basics: I will not roleplay with minors because I am an adult but Iâm otherwise not picky about age, the same goes for gender so long as everyone is respectful. I can write in the range of 200-1000 words for replies typically. Iâm flexible on literacy so long as itâs multi-paragraph. Iâm mostly looking for doubles because it find them to be the most enjoyable, under the right circumstances I can do singles though. Lastly I love ooc talk, Pinterest boards, and making headcanons!
THE List:
Mass Effect (side note that I think an Avatar AU might be really fun to explore)
Creepypasta â Slendermansion 2016 vibes
MTMTE/Lost Light Transformers
Hellboy â based more off the movies
Ghost the Band
Indulgent Slashers â think like a slasher x reader but WE are writing it together
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CW/TW: mentions of violence, knives, hooks and chains
Words: 800
The Priest is above such simple, unnecessary emotions such as jealousy. They have told you this many times.
You wish to go out with friends to a club or bar? They theoretically have no problem with that. Their biggest concern would be the general dangers of drinking in public. They know how disgusting humanity can be.
If time permits they will see to it themselves that you get home safely, them acting as your escort.
Feel free to shake ass and dance your heart out, however. Throw ass on one of your friends. They do not mind.
You enjoy being close with friends of either gender, holding their hands and hugging them? The Priest is well aware of your affectionate behavior because they fall victim to it quite often. It is simply who you are.
Jealousy is not something you have to worry about with them.
On the other hand they can get quite the bit possessive.
You are their lover. Their heart. Their precious human.
Love develops differently than how human feelings form. The Priest still love you but itâs more tinged with you being theirs. Almost in the sense of ownership.
The Priest cannot tolerate another Cenobite taking an interest in you.
It if fortunate that most couldnât not care less. They know the Priest if fond of you and therefore have some decorum of respect but have no real interest in you.
Some more foolish cenobites, howeverâŚ
Few wish to know what sort of mortal could win over THE Priest of Hell. A being well known for their distaste in mortals.
On the rare occasion you find yourself walking the halls of the labyrinth, likely on the way to find you partner, you will quickly find yourself not alone. A shadow follows quickly behind your own.
What happens next depends on the Cenobite.
Some may be content with simply watching. They may refuse to speak to you or be seen. Others may try to talk to you, asking all numbers of questions to try and peel apart and understand you.
The truly idiotic ones will actually try to peel you apart to understand you.
Rest assured they will not get very far.
You hadnât even heard the steps approaching. As far as you were aware you were completely alone in the long stone hallway you traveled in search of the Priest. That was until you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and a chill run down your spine. A natural response, like that of prey, you had realized a while ago. It was your little give away that the Priest had appeared and simply yet to reveal themselves.
Smile already formed wide on your face you turned around, ready to great your lover, only to find it was not them behind you.
Instead, a Cenobite you had never seen before stood a few feet from you. Head separated into two halves down the center, mouth peeled open so wide their tongue lolled out.
They stared at you like a true predator, nothing in their eyes but curiosity and hunger. You noticed the curved carving knife the held a second too late.
Distance was closed within the blink of an eye and you were engulfed in that familiar vanilla scent, now lacking in its normal comforting connotation. The blade was raisedâŚ
And never connected. A chain darts out from the shadows, seemingly from nowhere and blocks its path. Another chain comes from the opposite direction and the separated hook buries itself into the Cenobiteâs skin. It delves deep into the muscle, hooking on bone. It yanks their hand and therefore the knife away and thatâs the last you can see.
You take a shocked step back and your back bumps into something solid. A cold hand comes over your eyes to block your vision. A familiar hand.
The Priest was kind enough to cover your eyes, knowing the graphic scene would make your stomach churn. There was little they could do to protect you from the wet sounds of flesh ripping and the dying, gargled nosies that left the Cenobiteâs throat but you could manage.
Your brain could barely even process what it was hearing before youâre spun, like a romantic dance you want to believe, and you are guided forward. The Priestâs hand on your back is gentle put firm as they push you along.
When your vision is returned to you, you peak over your shoulder. The Priest has the same expression they always do.
âI have told you to not wander the labyrinth without me.â Their tone is slightly scolding but not angry. They could never be mad at you for the actions of others. Others should know better than to try anything with you.
All you can do is smile softly and take their hand, weaving your fingers together as you walk.
(IM BACK! Well- maybe. I wonât make any promises but I felt the urge to write recently and I had a bit of time to manage something. Iâve seen all your love and support and I appreciate it so much. Itâs a big motivation for me writing again. Iâm debating maybe opening a an ask box but I donât know how many Pinhead simps are out there because theyâre pretty much all I write for. If you have any requests though, feel free to ask.
Also there might be a new fanfic on the way so look out for that >;) )
Headcanons - Gender not specified/no pronouns used
Some fluff - some NSFW
CW/TWS: None(?) - reader does have AFAB genitalia obviously
Words: 973
The Priest knows what a period is so itâs not like you have to fill in anything for them. They have a very intimate knowledge about the human body, obviously they know one of the most basic functions of humans who have a uterus.
Where you might have to help them is in the what you need and how you want to be cared for department.
Cramps are not something comparable to the constant ecstasy of pain they are in (for the most part) so itâs not something that strikes them as an issue immediately.
While they would not naturally think pain-killers are ever the answer they can see how uncomfortable you are and displeases them so.
The Priest adapts to what does and does not work for you rather easily.
If only Midol works to soothe your cramps then that is what you will always receive. If over the counter painkillers do nothing to relieve your discomfort then rest assured you will get ones that typically have to be prescribed without even needed the prescription.
The Priest provides what you need- but donât doubt they tease you about it.
âOh, my poor mortal. Suffering such minor aches.â They say as they hold you on their lap, curled up around a hearing pad. Stroking your back as if they have not teased your âlowâ pain tolerance all day.
Likely make comments about how the pain could be much worse if they actually tore your uterus apart.
They become a little more willing to do whatever you want while youâre so uncomfortable. If you insist the only thing that will make you feel better is watching one of those idiotic sitcoms that they despise then they suppose they can endure an episode or two.
Absolute MASTER at getting blood out of clothes. No need to shed tears over accidentally leaking on your new white sheets, give the Priest an hour and you wonât even be able to tell anything happened to them.
Unfortunately Cenobites donât produce any body heat so they canât naturally soothe your aches by themself, but itâs no matter. Grabbing a heating pad or warm water bottle takes little effort.
The Priest is unaffected by most mood swings you have. Obviously if you are upset they will do their best to comfort you but if you snap at them they donât really mind.
They understand itâs due to your hormones but they wonât ever say that. It wonât help anything and they know that.
That being said- they wonât stand for pointless harassment either. If youâre really letting it out on them then they will gently but firmly direct you to another room and instruct you calm down before speaking to them again. Once you do, and come out to apologize, all has already been forgiven.
The most unfortunate thing about having a Cenobite partner is they arenât around all the time. Itâs more coincidence if they show up while youâre on your cycle.
There is also no way to text them to ask them for pads or chocolate- or whatever else you want.
The Priest has your cycle memorized though so at least they are always aware of when it happens.
NSFW HEADCANNONS:
The Priest is a being that worships and preaches sensation, pain or pleasure it does not matter. Do you really think some blood is going to deter them?
âCome now, my dear mortal, do not be foolish.â
If you want your cramps to go away in a slightly less practical way then they will gladly aid you with that
If youâre robbing yourself of one sensation then why got gift yourself one in its stead?
The Priest will not admit this unless you ask but they are actually quite fond of period sex
They are no stranger to blood and the added slickness makes moving in and out of you much easier.
If they finger you then they love licking your blood of their fingers like the finest nectar. If they fuck you or trib you then they enjoy seeing your blood smeared all over their pale skin. The only blood that is worthy of being on them
If you want penetrative sex then the Priest will size down their usual size by about an inch to make up for the added tightness your period brings
The Priest going down on you is an extremely rare occurrence. Not because they do not wish to or they donât know how, but rather clearly because their piercings prevent them from using their mouth anywhere near your folds
The Priest would be overjoyed if you enjoyed to throw some pain into your pleasure but unfortunately your pussy would be utterly torn to shreds and that is far from healthy so they wonât allow that
Luckily enough for you the Priest is a lot more flexible and is easier to convince when youâre on your period.
Throw some puppy eyes at them, maybe whimper about how uncomfortable you are and are simply too sore for any penetration. Theyâll be pulling their pins out with only the smallest sigh before you know it.
You know how I said they like to lick your blood of their fingers? That enthusiasm is only increased tenfold when they get to lick it directly out of you, feeling as you writhe helplessly against their tongue.
The Priest will hold you still and make you take all the pleasure you begged for oh so beautifully. All you can do in response is try and grip at their head for dear life.
The Priest isnât a messy eater
Once youâre fully spent and they pull back somehow their face, your folds, and thighs are all clean of blood and any other fluids you might have released
When you ask how they manage it they simply smirk at you
(If you enjoyed please let me know! Iâm going to try and get some more headcanons and fics out in October because I know they FREAKS come out and will hopefully enjoy them.)
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Cenobite Headcannons (+some fun Priest Headcannons)
Headcannons - Some Pinhead x Reader involved
Genre: Fluff (?)
CW/TWS: None of
Word count: 2,036
Are naturally very refined. Goes without saying but they have good hygiene.
The Priest is a being of great experience and wisdom, why would the tolerate being filthy?
Cenobiteâs bodies no longer produce sweat so they donât exactly have any BO. They all produce a natural vanilla smell that is often masked by the smell of coppery blood and fresh gore, but still detectable. The scent is the strongest when they have freshly washed off or if youâre very close to their skin.
The smell is the strongest around their neck, where itâs produced the most. They smell like a Bath and Bodyworkâs lotion up there
The Priest does not tolerate most bodily fluids. Blood is fine but will not tolerate urine or feces. Vomit is something theyâre used to being around seeing as people tend to vomit when under extreme amounts of pain but itâs still not something they want on them. Can tolerate spit but will not react kindly to being spit on.
They know every language ever to have been spoken on earth as well as languages that have only been spoken in Hell.
They produce no body heat but are not naturally cold either. The Priestâs body will match the temperature of wherever they currently are.
The Priest has no name, only their title. Cenobites are not given names normally because they are not like humans. There are not enough of them to really require names to tell each other apart. High ranking Cenobites (such as the Priest) have their official titles that they are referred to by for both respect reasons and just general recognitions of power.
While birth names are not given it is more common to see nicknames form. These nicknames normally generate from the physical appearance of Cenobite. The best examples of this would be with Chatterer or Butterball. They both have official titles as members of the Order, but among lower ranking Cenobites the nicknames have become more popular. If anyone tries to call said Cenobites by these nicknames though the responses will likely not be positive.
Cenobites are naturally sexless and for the most part genderless. As they are transformed into Cenobites from their human bodies any genitals are removed or sealed.
The Priest themself have nothing. They are- for lack of a better term- like a Ken doll down there.
Itâs impossible to tell what gender they might have been when they were human for they have both feminine and masculine features. One could easily label them as handsome or beautiful and both work.
The Priestâs voice is just as ambiguous. Itâs very similar to 2022 Hellraiserâs Pinhead and their voice. Deep, resonating, slightly feminine with sub vocals. Very enchanting.
That being said, their appearance and clothing is more similar to the original.
Lemerchandâs box works slightly differently than in the book and movies. Those who touch the box hear an enchanting melody that almost lulls them into a false sense of security. Itâs so beautiful they might not even realize they are opening the box. If the person lets go of the box then the melody instantly stops and the person suddenly cannot remember what it sounds like, only that it was beautiful. Itâs mostly a built in insurance to tempt someone back into at least picking the box up again.
The box is also naturally tempting to those who want more from life. Those who are desperate for pleasure, power, and even pain. Just looking at the box can be enough to lock someone in.
For those who are not so deprived then the box is a lot less tempting. There is no natural pull, no whispering voices telling that person to open the box. The Lament configuration doesnât want people that are not worthy.
That isnât to say those people still canât open the box by mistake, or just plain curiosity.
Once the box is completely solved then a schism is opened, a gateway between earth and hell, and the Order of the Gash come through to collect whatever soul summoned them. Most of the time-
A very quick and one sided trial occurs when the Order arrives, usually conducted by the Priest. The summoner is judged based on their desire and that leads to whether or not they are actually taken. Someone who opened the box on purpose will be taken. Someone who opened it on accident but still has dark desires of some kind within them will be taken. On the other hand, someone who opens the box by accident and has no corrupt or dark desires will not be taken. The same goes for anyone who was forced to open the box by another. The Order of the Gash will simply take the Lament Configuration from them and then leave, often with no explanation of what just happened or who they are.
Now for some fun ones đ
Priest doesnât have many hobbies, but they do keep doves. Doves are the only animal the Priest is fond of. Does use them to send official messages when they are too preoccupied to send anything personally
They technically own and breed white Barbary Doves, although their doves have been bred in Hell for so many years they could be classified as a different breed entirely
They are fond of their Doves but does not name them. They can tell the difference between their doves nonetheless. Will not mind if you decide to name some or all of them
Seeing as they are the Priestâs doves no other Cenobite is allowed to access them, not even other memebers of the Gash. For you, they will allow you to handle their doves as long as it is done properly. If you want to play with or simply pet one of their doves you have to ask first but it was very unlikely they will tell you no.
The doves, like stated previously, are well trained. They will not peck you unless you accidentally hurt them and in that case it is likely the last time youâll ever be allowed to access the doves anyhow.
If you frequently enjoy playing with the Priestâs doves then the birds will learn to recognize you and will coo excitedly whenever you are near.
~đď¸~
A ball of white feathers and happy coos is placed into your open palm, little claws scratching slightly at your skin.
The second you arrived you had requested some dove time. Although a little curious as to the true intent of your visit now, the Priest was more than willing to fulfill your request. Their pigeons enjoyed your company just as much as you did theirs and the Priest trusted you plenty with them. At the very least the doves could occupy you when they were otherwise too busy to attend to you.
Secretly they did think they were a little jealous that the birds were currently stealing you from them when they were free.
A happy giggle left you as the dove did a little spin on your palm, flipping their wings gently. It easily adjusted as you moved to hold them with one hand so you could pet them with the other.
âWhich one is this?â you ask, unable to tell the birds apart when they were all stark white and toughly the same size. Your Cenobite partner had no such problems.
âThis one is the one you have deemed âMarshmellowâ.â The Priestâs tone sounds slightly unimpressed and you just giggle again.
Okay I know this is a long shot so Iâm making this so very short- but still Iâm desperate.
Recently I got into the Predator films and I have become a wee bit obsessed with Yautja lore and culture. It literally pains me that IN THEIR OWN MOVIES we see nothing about them BESIDES their hunts on Earth. I have been dying for some original content and I desperately want an RP so this is my add for them.
If you have a Yautja oc you wanna write for PLEASE MESSAGE ME. I can make another Yautja, I can make a human, I can make a Yautja for your human, I can and will gladly double up PLEASE I WILL DO ANYTHING. I can also write for an already existing Yautja if you crave it. I know we al loved killer of killersâŚ
If my desperation hadnât scared you off please feel free to message me đ
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Pinhead x Reader One-shot : They walk in on you reading
CW/TW: Minor mentions of slavery(?), none really
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2908
âWhatever has captured your attention so, my treasure?â
The voice made me jump, my hands automatically closing the book I was holding around my fingers. My heart slammed around in the confines of my ribcage even after the initial shock had faded. I looked every bit like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, feeling like I had been caught doing something I wasnât supposed to do.
âPriest- you have got to stop doing thatâŚâ I sigh, pointedly ignoring their original question. Once the silence settled a little too thickly I spat out a pathetic response.
âNothinâ...just reading.â
My answer was not a satisfactory one if the look on their face was anything to go off on. Almost indiscernible from their usual expression save for the miniscule upper twitch of their left brow, something that would be impossible to see if not for the fact that I trained myself to pick up on such subtle details with them.
âAnd what is it you are reading, pray tell.â
That was the one question I had been trying to avoid. The second they had made their presence aware to me I had slammed my novel shut and held it close to my chest, hoping to hide the title from their piercing eyes. Knowing my partner as well as I did there was a good chance they had already seen the title before I could even process what was happening. The Priest had gotten better at asking questions even if they already knew the answer, small talk and all that, for my sake.
It just so happened that this is the one time I wished they forwent the courtesy.
Eventually I got too squirmy under the Priestâs unmoving gaze and caved. With a small, defeated sigh I pulled my book away from my chest and hesitantly held it out towards them. The Priest reached out with a leather gloved hand, chilled fingers brushing against mine as they gently took the book.
âIâm afraid Iâm not familiar.â they admitted after looking over the title and not recognizing it.
As old as my partner is and the tremendous numbers of text they have read I did not expect them to know what this was right away. They did still read human literature from time to time but they were quite picky on what they actually spent their time viewing. Their time was their scarcest resource. Believe it or not, horror was not a genre they partook in often. The Priest much preferred books on philosophy and, and on rare occasions, religious texts. They found the human psyche fascinating.
It was for the better that they didnât know what the book was right off the bat but it was only a matter of time before they found out. The Priest studied the book further and their eyes quickly landed on the author, a glimmer of recognition flickering through their endlessly black eyes.
âAh. One of Clive Barkerâs works.â the Priest stated simply as they handed the book back to me.
âYeah.â I sounded oddly guilty.
Even though the Priest wasnât a fan of human horror literature they were at least familiar with Clive Barker. It was kind of hard to not know about him when Barker had written many stories involving Cenobites and the Priest themselves after having a personal sighting of them. The Priest had inspired one of the authorâs novellaâs: The Hellbound Heart. Said novella then later led to movies and even more books that followed those.
The Priest had become a bit of a horror icon- well technically their knock-off had and at the very least read the original book. The misconceptions and inaccuracies were many but what else was to be expected of a mortal? There were entire organizations (cults) that attempted to understand Leviathan and his faithful but even after decades of existence they knew very little. The Priest had not watched any of the movies clearly, but they were at very least aware of them.
âDoes this volume contain my character?â they asked politely as they flipped the book over in their hands to read the back.
Before you could even answer they had already read the entire back cover and was already scowling. Even though the character Clive Barker wrote as their budget replacement was a far mockery of what the Priest truly was, they still couldnât help but feel slightly offended anytime they were referred to by that term. Pinhead.
If there was one thing the writer actually got correct it was that. The Hell Priest despised that name.
âYeah, but itâs not like the original version he wrote or whatever. Itâs like an alternate universe type thing. I donât really know.â I admit with a soft shrug. Any shame had melted from my body long ago, muscles unknowingly relaxing the longer they remained in the Priestâs presence. As intimidating as any Cenobite was, there was an undeniable peace that came with being around the one I called my significant other. Despite all the very glaring power imbalances I was always an equal with them.
Scooting closer to the edge of the couch the Priest took that as their cue and promptly seated themselves snugly next to me. I naturally leaned into their body, even as their icy temperature caused a shiver to run up my spine.
âFrom what I think I understand, these books were written after the movies came out. Once Barker saw how much money you made when you were the big bad I guess he wanted to write you that way.â
I appreciated the way the first book and movie had been written. The Cenobites werenât meant to be evil monsters, they just appeared that way because of human biases and the way we view life. It was poetic and not far from the actual truth. Obviously a lot of people didnât see the Cenobites that way and just assumed the horrific demon creature had to be evil and the main villains. Oh well, I couldn't really blame Barker for doing what made him more money in the end.
âThat does not shock me. Your kind reads the material they wish to and are prone to ignore anything that contradicts their personal views.â
The Priestâs gaze suddenly turns to me. Their face is as expressionless as normal but there might have been the slightest bit of curiosity laced in their gaze.
âThis does not strike me as something you would usually partake in.â
I can feel the soft flush that comes to my cheeks at the callout. I knew it likely wasnât a big deal at all but it was still a little awkward to admit to.
âWellâŚI was kinda hoping that reading this might help me not feel so lonely when I really miss you.â a chuckle wrenches itself from my lips as my cheeks grow hotter. âDidnât really work though. Book you isnât really you. Probably couldnât be more different.
At some point through my explanation my gaze had drifted away from my partner and now lingered on the floor. Even as an equal it was easy to feel embarrassed around such a transcendent being. Being human around them could almost be embarrassing all on its own and unfortunately thatâs what I always had to be. When I eventually forced my eyes back up to their face there was the smallest upturn of their lips, a small smirk.
âI am flattered, my heart.â
I could help but nudge their shoulder slightly, not caring if I literally didnât move them at all even with the genuine shove I gave them. I was smiling as well but unlike them I was smiling like a mad man. Sarcasm. From them. Any sort of humor was extremely rare for them and I cherished any small moment of it.
âYeah, yeah. Can you really blame me though. With how little you come to see me itâs practically neglect.â
The Priest turns to look at me fully, brow raised and head slightly tilted at my overexaggerated comment. A sly giggle wiggles its way from me and I only press myself further into their side. My chest was all light and bubbly, a feeling I swore was unique to the Priest. Knowing I was the only one capable of talking to them in such a manner without being harmed or even killed for the disrespect was a dizzying feeling.
I settle my chin on their shoulder, the softest of sighs escaping me as I practically deflate into them. I would lean closer if only it was safe to do so. The Priest was always hyper aware of their piercing and how close they were to my more delicate flesh but there was only so much they could do if I tried to nuzzle into them so far that I actually poke an eye out.
âItâs kinda weird trying to read it as you, really. I tried but I just canât do it. It calls the you-not-you Hell Priest which is kind of disorienting.â
âWhat exactly do âIâ do in this book?â
âOkay so- I think youâre on a warpath to wipe out all of humanity, I think? Iâm not done yet and apparently this is the last book of the series- but anyways- youâve killed like a lot of people. The book starts off with you killing all these magicians which are like actual humans with real magic not like the ones you hire for parties. That was kinda funny because you called one out for being a pedophile because he tried to call you cruel or something- but then it got kinda weird because you impregnated a woman just by touch.â
The Priest listened attentively, allowing me to rant and explain as much as I wanted. A good portion of our conversations were me talking and them listening. They were a Cenobite of few words and had no problems with letting me talk to my heart's content.
âI merely killed these people? Did they even open the Lament Configuration?â
âNo. You just kinda showed up because you wanted them all dead. You were collecting all their magic stuff Iâm pretty sure.â
By the look on the Priestâs face they were clearly not pleased that their literary adaptation was acting in such an undignified way. The real Hell Priest would very, very rarely just kill someone. Drag them to hell and bring them exquisite suffering for all eternity, sure, but to flat out kill someone would be utterly pointless. There were rules and regulations set for how they acted, a purpose behind all that they did.
âIf it helps you killed them all very painfully. Lots of suffering. Technically the girl died giving birth though.â I cringe slightly at the thought. Birth was not pretty normally and I didnât even want to imagine what it might be like trying to give birth in a room of multiple eviscerated bodies.
âI suppose I do possess the ability to create offspring should I wish it, although I find it hard to believe I would ever wish to do so.â
I didnât question this new information much. I already accepted the fact that I would never fully
understand the extent of the Priestâs powers and I was okay with that. I could just trust they were super badass and move on.
âOh yeah, and you let one live and took him to be your slave.â I added on before I forgot. I was expecting to see another soft exclamation of disgust from my partner but instead I received a brief nod.
âI do possess a few human slaves, itâs not that inaccurate.â
âWhat? You never told me that.â
âIt was never necessary information to share. I did not foresee it being an easy concept for your human mind to be comfortable with so I did not bring it up.â the Priest spoke ever so casually. They did not lie to me or ever try to hide anything but I was also finding out they wouldnât tell me things right off the bat unless I asked.
A part of me wanted to ask more but at the same time I really didnât. I didnât want to think about all the moral questions that might arise with the realization that my partner owned people. Like most things revolving Cenobites and their lifestyle I knew that I simply wouldnât understand a lot being a human. There would be a reason my partner had slaves as there was a reason for everything they did, now whether that reason was justifiable or not was another question entirely. For now, I could leave that possible discussion for another time.
âOkay, setting that very concerning slave-talk aside for later, that was at the start of the book. Where Iâm at now youâre getting fired I think. From being a Cenobite.â
If I knew the Hell Priest was not incapable of it I would have said they gawked.
âFired? Does a human truly believe a position like that can be that simply removed?â there was undeniable disgust in their voice.
âOkay, fired might have been a bad word. Essentially youâre getting exiled because they found out you were collecting magic texts and items and you werenât supposed to be doing all that. They mentioned something about how they should probably kill you but that would be too merciful or something.â
âLord Leviathan did not approve of me collecting magic texts?â
âOh thereâs no Leviathan in the book. Not even mentioned. Youâre just kind of a being of Hell in general.â
The Priestâs expression, probably one of the most expressive Iâve ever seen, could only be described as utterly baffled. Brows furrowed and mouth slightly agape They fully turned to look at me, fully shifting their body like the weight of my statement caused a physical reaction. When I first read about it, even I had been a little shocked. It was like trying to write a pope who had never even heard of God. There was nothing I could do to prevent the genuine laugh that left me.
The Priest allowed me to continue laughing at their expense until I eventually calmed down, giving me a very unamused look the whole time. Once I had finally settled again I moved to wrap both arms around one of their own, hugging it close and trying to appear as cute as possible to win their favor once again. Luckily for me I was always easy to forgive.
âThis book must be burned for its vile acts of sacrilege.â
I canât help but giggle but donât doubt that they are being completely serious.
âFine, but at least let me finish it first, I paid for it. Help me?â
Even after all this I was willing to test my luck. The Hell Priest gives me a look that I can only understand as a seriously? type look.
âYou read faster than I do. Plus you can point out how stupid it is and explain stuff I might not know.â I attempt to give them my best puppy dog eyes to convince them to go along with it but they are not needed. Firstly, on matters where the Priest already has their mind set; no manner of pouting will change it. Secondly, they already struggle to deny me anything.
They hand over the book and I giddily go to find my place. Once I find it I hand the book back and settle in for the story thatâs about to be read to me like Iâm a child being tucked in for the night.
âThe original purpose of the Channel Houses had long been forgotten. Many of them were completely empty. Some were repositories of chain-mail aprons and gloves that had been used on vivisections of the damned, the blood-gummed equipment tossed and left to the flies. Even they, who had fed and bred many generations there, had exhausted the usefulness of the stuff and gone.â
The Priestâs androgynous voice rolled over the words smoothly, their cadence never faltering for a second. I melted into the couch more and more by the second. I was a little ashamed to admit I was not paying great attention to the actual words they read as they continued reading. Just hearing them speak so much was enough, I didnât need to understand what they were saying.
âNobody now came there, except the Hell Priest, and even he had only come twice: once to elect a hiding place for his own contribution to the Orderâs tradition of torment, the other to actually hide them away. In point of fact, it had been the sight of the bird on top of the wall that had inspired the simple but elegant solution of how he could bring the newsânews he had spent many months studying and refiningâto its recipients.â
My hands slipped lower down their arm and as if on instinct alone they moved to hold the book with only one hand, their voice never faltering once. Their now free hand rested palm up on their thigh invitingly. I had to fight the smile at how good they were getting at physical affection. Without any hesitation I slid my hand into their own, their fingers instantly curling around my warm skin. A genuine hum of joy left me as utter bliss filled every inch of me.
I much prefer reading the book this way.
(Okay so this is my first genuine work posted on tumblr and I heavily debated on actually posting it. Did it mostly for the shits and giggles. The way I write Pinhead (The Priest) is sort of like an au(?) I suppose, taking little bits of them from all the canon stuff and making my own sort of thing, but you can read them however you want. Let me know if you enjoyed this and wanna see more! The Priest does not get enough love!)
(The parts is bold and italics are actual quotes from the scarlet gospels book and I give Clive Barker all the credit for that obviously.)
(P.S if you want to see something specific feel free to send in a request, I might just write it! Just be polite and understand I might not do it :3)
This is a very different tone from most of my other roleplay ads but I simply cannot help it. I started actually reading some of the Transformers comics and I fear Rodimusâ goofy ass put me in a headlock and refuses to let me go so Iâm here now. Since I just got out of school for the year I also conveniently have a lot of time on my hands.
Donât wanna make this too long so Iâll keep a brief introduction and if you wanna know more feel free to look at some of my previous posts. Iâm Morningstar, Iâm 18 and I ask that any roleplay partners be 18+ as well. I have almost ten years of experience and I tend to write A LOT. I can have responses as long as 4,000+ sometimes. That being said I can shave it down to much shorter responses if thatâs what weâre going for or if itâs dialogue heavy. Iâm not super picky on how much a partner writes as long as itâs about two paragraphs or more. I normally do double-ups and will only for them for oc x cc, with cc x cc Iâm flexible.
Things Iâm looking for:
Transformers Prime:
I love love love all the family feels in this show and is definitely something I would be looking for!
Iâve watched the majority of the show, but Iâm still working on the last season.
Not any ships I have in mind for this, I would mainly be looking for just platonic and family stuff. That being said Iâm not totally opposed to anything.
Transformers: Rise of the Beast:
I LOVE MIRAGE HES SO SILLY
I love this movie way too much for it to be normal
Words cannot describe how much I love the fact that they gave Optimus flaws and more of a personality in this movie than just selfless savior
Iâd be down for just about anything plot wise
I do love me some Mirnoah
Transformers MTMTE/Lost Light:
Iâm in the middle of reading this series but itâs so good!
Kinda read Lost Light first OOPSIE
I love Cygate and Dratchet and minimegs and- I LOVE THEM ALL
Could literally do any kind of plot and love it
Bayverse Transformers:
Gonna be honest- not my favorite
Sheâs basic, sheâs nice, sheâs there
Mostly adding this on because itâs safe and people know it. Plus the first movie wasnât that bad
I donât want to make this post eight years long so Iâm gonna leave it there. If none of this looked appealing to you feel free to look at my other posts and if youâre interested message me at any time!
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