I shipped this to you through text.
Aug. 29th, 2026 06:18 pm
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![]() TABOO meme |
| Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture. So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk? How to Play- Comment with your character and preferences. Be sure to include what you want and what you DON'T WANT. Blank comments are fine; info is even better! ( trigger warning ) |

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There is a garden, and it has always been there, and it has always been waiting for somebody.
The first part is all cottage flowers and crooked little paths, herbs growing wherever they'll fit, fruit trees heavy with something ripe, butterflies, warm grass, and a greenhouse tucked off to one side. There's a fountain somewhere beyond the lawn, plenty of shade, and more than enough places to sit.
Further in, the hedges get taller.
The paths narrow. Roses climb over walls and archways until they're everywhere, and somewhere past all that green is a maze.
Some parts of the garden are nicer than others. Gardens are like that. So are the things that keep them.
Come in. Have a strawberry. Every gate is easier to enter than to leave, but you knew that.
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Soulmates are real. The proof might be written on your skin, ticking down on a clock, showing up in your dreams, or making itself known some other way. Whatever the sign is, it points to somebody. Today, that somebody is here. HOW TO PLAY • Post with your character, canon, preferences, et al. • Others tag you with one or more symbols from the list below. • You write a starter using the requested soulmate trope. ( + ) |

Everyone has their own story, whether they're the protagonist or some measly side character, and people want to hear yours!
Just post a description of yourself in the title and let those crazy anons ask you questions.

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| Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip all the conversation and go straight for the experience? In that case, rejoice! This RULES:
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The world is falling apart around you, or maybe it already has, and you're just standing in what's left. But you have to eat dinner, too. You still have to, just, live. There are beds to offer. Spare keys pressed into open palms. Promises about breakfast tomorrow. Quiet talk about where to go next while fire burns itself to ash around you. Dishes in the sink. Someone's jacket over a chair. A door left unlocked for whoever comes home last. Do you make plans for a future you're not sure is coming? Do you say when instead of if? ...maybe there is a house by the sea. When this is over, there could be room for one more person in it. HOW TO PLAY • Post with your character and preferences. • Roll or pick a prompt, or bring your own. • Thread it out. • Trouble can still be happening. Dinner still needs making. ( prompts ) |
Some people should come with a warning.
Today, your character does.
They've got a bright, impossible-to-remove label stuck somewhere everyone can see it. It says something people really ought to know before getting too close.
Probably useful, but doubtful that it's heeded. We know how things go in these parts.

FORBIDDEN FRUIT
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Tonight, you wake up to a nightmare come true. There is a monster under your bed or a killer behind the door. Hell's open. The demons are here. You're the star of the horror show.
But you aren't alone. Horror has rules, you see. You'd be lucky to slash your way to the end of this story without meeting your foe.
They're the thing in the dark. The shadow waiting with a knife in hand — you're in danger from them, and the stab goes deeper. You're in love with them. Scarier? They feel the same.
Somewhere in the courtship there will be blood. Yours. Theirs. A mix, Valentine's Day red.
Something is about to happen.
For now, though, there's still a phone between you.
The message can be important or completely ordinary. Neither of you knows what the next ten minutes hold.
Send the text before the scene.
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We have the pregnancy and pregnant smut meme, but this meme is for the act of impregnation, which is a kink in and of itself, especially when lots of focus is given to in through narration and dialogue. And of course it's a versatile kink, lending itself well to consensual, vanilla, non-con, and many many other things. And there's mpreg, too! Let's cut to the chase: this is a meme about impregnation, whether it's the doing or the getting. There are prompts for all tastes, even those who just enjoy the idea and not the reality. HOW? * Comment with your character, preferences, and anything else. Also include if you want your character to be doing the impregnating or want to be the one impregnated. ( prompts ) |
There's never a bad time for a kiss. That said, there may be inconvenient ones, like mid-argument, while hiding, while the blood's still drying, or five seconds before somebody has to leave. Who's holding it against you, though?
Holding their lips against yours, maybe.
Now?
Right now?
→ Comment with your character + preferences.
→ Others send an emoji for when they want the kiss to happen (or vice versa).
→ Give them a starter where the kiss is right and the timing is terrible.