(Hey it's sarge, I want to seriously apologize for my inactivity. I want to get back into roleplay and I thought I was good to go when I posted those open RPs turns out no, but to make a long story short my house flooded about a week and half ago and I was informed that there is a chance my spouse might lose their job and by extension our home and healthcare. So I've been in consistent panic mode hoping that it's panic for no reason. There is a chance I'll be back to posting in coming weeks or I might have to put @ask-shadow-medic-soli, @callsign-king, and @k-4spade in an indefinite hiatus. I'll post an update as things become more solid.)

(This can be an open rp if anyone wants to. I just needed to get the brain worms out. Heavy stuff after the cut. CW in the tags, be mindful. Also. Blame Adrien. Drops this and disappears.)

Jeanz shot up in her bed, the remnants of cruel laughter echoing in her mind. Her breathing was fast and panicked as she scrubbed her hands over her face, willing herself to calm down. It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare...but it had been different this time. Those she cared about were never in her nightmare, but they had been this time. They had been a part of it. Jeanz shook her head, wiping the tears off of her cheeks. She couldn't be in her room anymore; it was too small. Too enclosed. It felt as if the walls were closing in, making her panic more. She got up, not bothering to fix her tangled hair, grabbed a hoodie from her closet it and slipped it over her head. She walked over to her dresser, grabbing the pack of cigarettes and lighter off of it, then opening the top draw and pulling out a bottle of whiskey she had stashed in there. Turning, she walked over to her door, not bothering to put on shoes, exited, making sure she was quiet as she shut the door. Jeanz walked through the hallway, her mind still stuck on what had happened in her nightmare this time. It was almost muscle memory on where she was going, cigarettes stuffed in the pocket of the hoodie along with the lighter, bottle held tightly in her hand. No one else should be awake; it was well past midnight.

She made it to the mess hall, heading for the back of the room, where the hatch to the roof was. Wasting no time in climbing up the ladder and shoving said hatch open. As she made it to the roof, she didn't bother to shut the hatch, leaving it open. No one will come lookin' for me anyways.

There it was, the self hate; she was wondering when it would pop up. She made her way over to the edge of the roof, already twisting the top off of the whiskey and taking a generous drink of the brown liquid. As she sat down on the edge of the roof, feet dangling over the side, she fished her cigarettes out of her hoodie pocket, pulled one out, and tossed the pack just behind her. She pulled out her lighter and lit the end of the cancer stick, taking a long drag as she shoved her lighter back into the hoodie pocket. She exhaled the smoke as she pulled the cigarette from her lips, taking another drink from the bottle, her hand shaking slightly.

King had been hiding on the roof tops memorizing the stars, his nigh shit, filled with the same horror ever night... That's not true it's been shifting and twisting new faces there. Faces of the ones who had begun to haunt his every move. Some nights it was Rudy, but tonight it was her. His mind memorizing the way he held her rotting corpse tonight. The way he had cradled Jeanz whispering how he should of been faster stronger. How he should've followed her. Should've gone on that mission even if it meant death for him as well.

She was alive, he knew that. He could hear her giggling in the chow hall with all of her other lovers. They'd be so much better for her, they're not broken smoking on a roof top dreaming about her like a husband long since dead. He was avoiding her. Avoiding all of them, toying with moving on and abandoning the beautiful life he had started to build.

He was so focused on not breaking down for the third time tonight trying to convince himself not to walk into Price's office thank him for the chance and leaving like some con man who swindled his way in and finding a quick retreat.

That's when he heard it... A sniffle and the oh so familiar sound of a bottle of booze being consumed. Come from the shadow eyes puffy and red he straightened up giving his signature smile, "Princess Jeanz pray tell your majesty, what is someone such as yourself doing all the way up here?" His eyes scanning her face. It pained him to see her hurt but he could tell she was here for the same reason he was...

Attachments and regrets. His hand instinctively moving up as he reached for her face. "Please burden your king your majesty."

Heck, it had taken some thoughts and some well placed tracking with the help of BAP to finally find a place where that pendejo would pop out of the mists more times than others. So Rudy had set down a packet of Poppy-seeds to plant at the others liking, and had carefully extracted wild Poppies with earth and had transferred it into a small ceramic pot with lots of small carvings around it. A small satchel sits beside it, guarding a letter from flying away. The satchel is filled with handmade chocolate snacks, some more elegant looking than others. "King, I wrote you a song, but it’s not very good I wanted to serenade you, the best way I could But it came out more, like a list of complaints Because as much as I love you Some days you drive me insane. - you know" @callsign-king

King was startled coming up to the front porch of his home. A place by all means shouldn't be know by anyone and yet he saw a potted plant and a satchel with the note pinned. He didn't know anyone knew of this place, but apparently Rudy did... He hummed looking it over chuckled quietly a soft smile hidden behind his mask. He knew the perfect place for this beauty, happily setting his sea bag down and grabbing the pot he walked it to the back where a well maintained green house sat filled with all kind of pretty flowers he'd tell kid that came during the week to take care of it though a piece of him wish he had the balls to take it inside.

Slowly piece by piece King was feeling more and more like the man he was 5 years ago when he was with him. A his hands shaky as he placed it next to a yellow Poppy. Hands lightly grazing the yellow Poppy, "What am I doing my king, how could I do this to you?" He spoke softly looking at the red poppy that sat next. Not a traditional gift of love and affection and yet it hit a place deep inside.

He'd make sure to repay the man back 10 fold. His hand settling on a worn out joke book. Opening the cover, "A life filled with laughter is the only one worth living" -Degarre Kinnarid. Maybe Rudy would appreciate something in return...

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Rudy later that evening was greeted by a neatly tied bow with a note tied to the top, "you may have a million and one complaints your majesty, yet you're always coming back for your king. That said I think it is only fitting that someone who continues to destroys my walls with the help of a fair maiden should have a taste of the real king."

Inside the box is various homemade candies, a small box of lemon bars, and worn out and well loved joke book with a hand written inscription by a Degarre Kinnarid. Below that, "my late husband loved telling these silly jokes, maybe you can share the laughter with me." - LT. Con Kinnarid

SAME THOUGH

IT'S ABOUT TIME I'M KICKING MY FEET

"You did mi amor," King chuckles lightly taking another sip of his margarita. "But I wouldn't exactly call that lock a deterrent for anyone but the most honest your majesty..."

The other man set the glass down lacing his fingers together before rest his chin a top smirking as he took in the beauty before, the man's chest hair peaking out from beneath where the shirt was unbutton the sheen of skin making him look so ethereal. "I came here because you are rather difficult man to get a hold of, Nunca contestas tu teléfono cuando llamo."

Rising to his feet hand dragging along the desk his own uniform a bit rumpled the front of his with the stench of fruity alcohol seeping off his skin, "It's almost like you're avoiding me your majesty." He chuckled adjusting the front of his jacket to show a bit more skin. "But that can't be true can it mi amor?"

He is speechless, watching King as he lazes in his office chair, looking for the world as if there was no better place, no more comfortable chair or couch around but the one that Rudy used everyday. His gaze flicks over the man, taking in his slightly tilted way of sitting, and he could hear the barest tinge of a lull in his words.

Rudy was flabbergasted, last time they met, they rolled around in the dirt, fighting, brawling because Jeanz, King wanting him to be loud and honest with his feelings, and now that man, that insufferable man, was flirting with him? Calling him 'mi armor'? He is sure he is going to get emotional whiplash one of these days. How does Ale live wit this?

"So, let me get this straight, you came by because I didn't call you? Or send you another form of communication? So you broke into my office, with a drink, and waited here?" Rudy had to smile, it sounded so off the charts, so unreal, but at the same time it was something he could see the other doing.

He steps forward coming to a stand just a few steps away from King, a scent of something fruity and alocholic hitting his nose and making him inhale gently. "Avoiding you? You were the one going after last time? And are you drunk? You smell like a cocktail bar, for shame, and you didnt even get me one as well?"

Rudy was just a bit out of his depth, how do you deal with that? How do you deal with a man flirting with you and who made your skin burn along your cheeks?

"Sit... Sit down before you fall.. Lemme get you a water..."

In case of emotional emergencies, manners always helped. He hoped.

King chuckled downing the cherry liquid letting the heat of it sizzle in his chest as he stepped forward, "why has mi amor not come to me? Does he find me repulsive? Embarrassing? Disgusting? Perhaps I was not clear when I said I wanted both of you?" His boots echoing against the floor with each heavy step, he maybe was a bit more than tipsy. Having downed one and a half? two? maybe three Margarita mixes? Before even unlocking that door.

It was the only way he could bring himself to come here. After all the last time he had worked up the courage to court a strong and handsome man he was left in Vienna with no ID, lost, and no way back home to the states. Not that he didn't deserve it, he did piss off the guy for the upteenth time. Pressing buttons he knew existed plenty...

"come on mi amor, let me Court you like the proper Prince you are. Let me take you out for a drink, we can talk details over the remaining bottle of Margarita underneath your desk." He purred backing the man against the wall letting his large arms cage him.

"Conviértete en el aire que se instala en mis pulmones y se convierte en mi nueva vida." He whispered leaning in closer inhaling the distinctive sense of sweat and Musk that was oh so appetizing.

"Please your majesty one date. That's all I'm asking." He looked up with half lidded wanting eyes face flushed from the alcohol in his system it was clear he wasn't completely in the right mind right now.

My Liege, you can ask for her attention, I will take no offence, as she is a maiden with a heart big enough to share, but you'll need to find someone else for valentine's day.

Princess Jeanz will otherwise be occupied with I and Lord Rudy. From what we have discussed Lord Rudy has the most wonderful place picked out for the three of us to indulge in the desires of the heart.

After all it is not a competition when it comes to her majesty and the affection she gives.

"You did mi amor," King chuckles lightly taking another sip of his margarita. "But I wouldn't exactly call that lock a deterrent for anyone but the most honest your majesty..."

The other man set the glass down lacing his fingers together before rest his chin a top smirking as he took in the beauty before, the man's chest hair peaking out from beneath where the shirt was unbutton the sheen of skin making him look so ethereal. "I came here because you are rather difficult man to get a hold of, Nunca contestas tu teléfono cuando llamo."

Rising to his feet hand dragging along the desk his own uniform a bit rumpled the front of his with the stench of fruity alcohol seeping off his skin, "It's almost like you're avoiding me your majesty." He chuckled adjusting the front of his jacket to show a bit more skin. "But that can't be true can it mi amor?"

What has her majesty not informed the masses 😏?

CoD RPer/Creator PSAs/Reminders (EDITED)

Roleplayers/Roleplay Blogs

It has been brought to my attention by a friend that some RP blogs (that I don't recognize the handles for, so I'm asuming they're fresh to the community) have been interacting with other fandom members posts, but not specifying if it's out of character or not.

As a roleplay blog, it is your responsibility to make sure creators are ok with you interacting, in-character, with their content. A lot of content creators have such posted somewhere on their blog whether or not they are ok with in-character interactions. It is your responsibility, as the interactor, to make sure you are specifying if you are interacting in-character or out based on the creator's contnent of which you are attempting to interact with.

Not everyone is ok with our (roleplayers') interactions in-character on their content. That is reansonable and should be respected. PLEASE check a creator's blog for their boundaries PRIOR to interacting with a roleplay blog handle. If you see no mention of rp blog in-character interaction (permission OR denial), please assume that is a NO/Do Not Interact.

I would like to note that no one is "in trouble", we just need to be aware - as a community - that some people in fandoms (not just CoD) don't even want the fan-made content, others just want art or fic, some want to roleplay or interact with the roleplay blogs, etc, but not all fandom members want every side of the fandom.

Creators/Creator Blogs

It is your responsibility to have your boundaries for interacting with your blog posted somewhere that is easily found on your blog. Yes, some would assume "no mention of consent to 'x' interaction listed" would mean "do not interact", but other people do not read a lack of boundary as such, unfortunately. I am hoping that this post, as the rp side of CoD Tumblr is still small, will reach as many roleplay blogs as possible.

I hope everyone is having a beautiful time zone! I will have my own boundaries/blog interactions up soon, but will say here that I am just fine with the roleplay blogs interacting with this blog ( @lilbardrhi ) in character. This statement will be included in my pinned post once I finish it and get it posted/pinned.

Roleplay blogs I have interacted with (in and out of character) or am following (not that y'all are doing this, I just want to make sure this is seen) tags to spread awareness: @ghost-askblog @askthemactav @shadow-5-05 @shadow-2-08 @shadowcompanys-medic-beaks @itsvargen @krueger-acc @brav0six @ask-private-141 @call-sign-songbird @konigisking @justradiospirit @ask-corporaltwins-141 @verytiredmedic @ask-theplaguedahlia @callsign-king @shadow5-7 @captain-after-dark @lieutenant-banks @lusttoke @callsign-trebletrouble @alejandro-ask @el-perro-rabiosa @callsign-kits @price-askblog @b1gm0n3yb1gg3rc4n3 @callsign-cups @ask-alejandro @keegan-askblog @generalshepherd-askblog @gaz-askblog @ask-alex-keller @valera-askblog @ask-roachsanderson @jeanzoriley-cod @ask-gaz @ask-soapmactavish @ask-phillip-graves @johnprice-asks @ask-philgraves @soap-askblog @konig-askbox <- Literally everyone I'm following. If I know you have different blogs for different characters, I only tagged one blog. If I don't know such information, I apologize for the multi-tag. Just trying to keep everyone on the same page. Notice that my tags for this post are not just "cod rp", but also "cod fanfic" and "cod fanart".

We need to work together to make sure boundaries are respected.

Adore you all! The Lil Bard, Rhi (previously backseatsoldier)

P.S. - If you are a minor running a roleplay blog, you have my express permission to reblog this post!!!

((Teebs here, beware of content. Not quite MDNI, but please be aware of skin mentioned and dropping fabric.))

Rudy stood where he and King had fought, or better, brawled before, dirt and dust still clinging to his clothes and partly his skin. He didn’t move much after helping the other up, one leg slightly crossed in front of the other, body turned in a way that made looking at his silhouette harder and he had used his arms to keep the attention “up”.