ofpherae

[ofpherae]

@hamartio​ said :   there's a suddenness to hector touching eliwood's face, each palm on each cheek as he leans into him, forehead bumping lightly onto the shorter man's own. he grins as he gazes into the clear blue of his best friend's eyes. "the summoner said today is celebrated in their world as the international kiss day, so, of course..." he trails off and presses a cheeky-yet-gentle kiss to the redhead's mouth. "i came to you to celebrate."

              it's a thrill    &    it's an ephemeral moment that,     no matter its brevity,     shall be implanted within the realm of his heart's garden.     very one where his love for hector blooms,     very one where he cannot contain these jubilant sentiments that were gifted to him by a benevolent god that rang his truth repeatedly    :    eliwood was in love,     love,     love.     each part of hector always easy on the eyes,     a magnificent sight to behold,     not merely for the physical attributes     (   o,     but how handsome he was,     how sought for was each touch from calloused digits   !!   ),     but the courage of his heart,     his impassioned mannerisms,     the kindness he himself displays for his allies     ...     one could only describe him as perfect.     navy blue locks on his head,     his prowess in the heat of battle,     the absolution his very presence grants him     //     oh,     lady luck,     fate's second in command,     do not separate them   !!!     for it is an impossibility,     no ocean,     no land,     no beast could tear apart meticulously forged bond,     woven by their delicate hands,     they have worked hard for this.

              ❛     you came to celebrate     ...     ❜     half - assed response,     not deliberate in any way,     but one side of his mind lingers on the kiss,     the way how deceiving it all seems.     hector's lips,     they are a delicacy that none but he know of.     their softness,     how perfect his cupid'd bow appeared,     everything.     there is such a thing as the embodiment of concepts    &    hector is that.     he is beauty's incarnation,     a captivating individual whose natural beauty exceeds expectation,     it is a miracle he does not use these looks for malevolent deeds.     he would never.     he is an honest man.     hector of ostia is honest    &    forward with each vocable spoken into existence.     gods.     ❛     then allow me to not waste our time,     ❜     no need to debate with himself on hector's looks,     to perform an act speaks far louder than any discussion his mind could have with itself.     hands gently cup hector's cheeks,     eliwood careful in his approach,     reach to him nearly on tip - toes,     forgive him.     ❛      i wish to celebrate this moment with you,     hector.     ❜    &    in that moment,     his eyes shut,     lips pressing against hector's,     initiating an elongated,     passionate kiss.     a day devotes to naught but kissing     ...     he could think of no better a person to share it with than hector,     the man he's come to trust    &    love.

[ofpherae]

@ofostia​ said :   "eliwood...!" blood is still fresh on wolf beil and his chest still heaves with effort. his first impulse as the dust settles from their last battle is to reach for the redhead, to check on him to see if he's unharmed. one hand comes to the smaller man's shoulder and his eyebrows knit together before he laughs. "oh, you're holding up just fine, i see--tougher than you look, eh, my friend?"

              another trail of bodies left on this battlefield he calls hell,     another forthcoming night in mind where the guilt shall roam through his mind,     oppressive thoughts of the fallen     (   both of his own army    &    the anguished cries of the enemy he wishes they didn't have to fight   )     shall haunt,     malicious whispers cooed into his ear at night.     the blood on eliwood's hands were inevitable.     /     astutely aware of the casualties of war,     the fatal consequences brought about by this nasty dance,     putting to test humanity's frailty    &    the perilous plight they've been unwillingly thrown into.     the vestiges of war remain a constant within history,     these moments shall be remembered,     despite the unending lessons of what one must do to avoid this,     the cycle shall inevitably repeat.     PEACE TRULY WAS JUST A MYTH THEY STROVE FOR   !!!

              both hands grip around hilt of sword tightly,     searing pain at palms familiar,     like a rose's thorns that dig into his hands    &    beckon beauteous flow of crimson.     it does not stain the hilt of the sword,     but rather,     the very blade itself,     this is the ichor of his enemies that he has so slain.     eliwood is not a relentless man.     remorse shall follow him on life's quest,     on this journey he has chosen to embark on,     but the dead shall not be forgotten.     albeit he may not honor them in the heat of battle,     nor the moments of feigned peace after they've retreated,     a prayer is all he may do to quell these horrific sights    &    these sounds of humanity's final song.     this is all he may do.     this is all he may do.

              ❛     ...     hector.     ❜     to prescribe war as a simple battle of good    &    bad were to be a fool's mistake,     however.     no matter how resolute this restrained pacifism is,     no matter sympathy's bloom at the base of his heart,     it is empathy that shall triumph over all,     elucidating him to the truths of this world    :    a victory may be sour for those that have fallen,     but he,     too,     must focus on who is alive.     he must focus on those that continue to breathe life's song,     those that still deliver benevolent smiles    &    share their mirth with eliwood.     he must focus on the one who never fails to ease the doubts in his heart.     not for that purpose alone,     but because if anyone,     anything,     were to hurt him,     eliwood would never forgive himself.     their oath is to not be desecrated.     this promise is his guiding light,     hector is his guiding light.     his smile is radiant,     infectious even,     as apple tiers curve to mimic a shadow of hector's own grin.     /     even if this sun ever sets,     the other sun's laugh continues to shine as a beacon for all to marvel at.     don't ever fall in battle,     hector.     you're needed.     ❛     i'm all right,     old friend.     just a bit worn out.     ❜     fatigue is ever present in his voice,     glance shifting from own sword,     to wolf beil,     to     ...     hector.     relaxation dawns on eliwood's face,    &    though these demons within him shall continue their endless whispers,     he is reminded by those blue eyes yet again     ...     he is not alone in this battle.

[ofpherae]

@ofpherae​ said:

“he’s silent, hesitant to break the silence between them. hesitant, /hesitant,/ as is the hand that shifts with limb, coming to slowly press against the fatigued flesh of dear friend – directly against his cheek, thumb caressing it with every intent, warm smile gracing his features. perhaps he should stop there, submit to every rational thought that courses his mind. except he refuses. other hands comes up, delicate in its approach, as if hector were a fragile object (far from it), though an innate desire dictates that his approach must be meticulous, careful, & as that hand lands at the side of hector’s neck, he finally opts to get on his tiptoes, forehead pressing against his. too bold? perhaps. not often does he get to do this, however. & even in that touch, even with all these brazen actions that the soul seeks comfort in, he dares not break this silence that’s embodied in that moment.”

cleaning up old asks.

THE CARE WITH WHICH ELIWOOD TOUCHES HIM IS SOMETHING THAT, if done by any other, hector would certainly scoff at, perhaps even find condescending—but from pherae’s prince, soon-to-be marquess, he understands it as something else, something purer, something gentler. their lives have been ravaged by the recent happenings, they’ve been doubtlessly made scarred by what fate had reserved them, what fate had brought to them with nergal & his nefarious plans, but their friendship, their loyalty, their bond? oh, that remained intact, perhaps even emboldened & strengthened by the hardships they faced together.

from eliwood he expects this kindness without any second intentions, merely brought forth by his bright, brave heart. from eliwood, his better half, he expects these gentle, affable things and takes them with an open heart and clear mind. 

the ostian smiles back, soft-edged and pleased, as he leans into the redhead’s touch, immersing himself into it. he leans down, easing his way up so their foreheads meet with no sound, no harshness, one hand coming to his friend’s side (a silent request: stay, keep close—) as he hums, drawing him closer into an embrace. he closes deep blue eyes to feel him there, alive despite all the trials they have faced recently, and something warm fills his chest, floods his conscience. relief, perhaps? affection? hector can’t tell and frankly, does not bother with technicalities. eliwood matters, eliwood lives, eliwood remains by his side, and nothing else really holds importance in the forefront of his mind. 

( there are prices to pay for this, he knows, but right now it is the farthest thought in his mind. 

right now, they deserve this peace. right now, no ghosts of foreign war knock at his door. )

for now, all that matters is that they endured and that they lived, and by the legends, hector will make it sure it matters—they’ll make sure it counts.

[ofpherae]

@ofostia​ said :   "you are looking good on your new outfit, eliwood. befitting of a proper knight like yourself, eh?" there's an easy grin upon hector's lips as he approaches his friend, looking him up and down in clear approval. [ in honor of my impulse buys... ]

              this was new to him.     these clothes were not of his land,     they were not woven with the same fabric of lycia that had embellished the wears by the impassioned hands that created them,     the passion    &    love in them evinced through the mellow colors    &    the vibrant hues displayed upon their exterior.     they were the bright blues of the sea,     an ocean filled with mystery that this lord may traverse through blindly    &    find success altogether,     working in tandem with the soft crimsons that were the sunset,     because eliwood is the sun that will watch over the people of pherae,     he is the sun that shall set    &    allow night to reign with peace at her hand     (   a lovely dance that he ensures is left uninterrupted.     he won't give in   ).     now   ?     he must forsake these wears,     not by a forced hand,     but his own volition to assimilate into this new world he must call his home 'till these battles are won,     'till he can return to his home.     he shall aid them,     he shall learn,     he shall wear these garbs    &    ignite a new love that will show his courage for the battles ahead.

              ah.     his voice startles him at first,     albeit he links those familiar vocal vibrations with hector,     initial shock gone as soon as it came up,     customary smile that radiates the sweetness of honey forms on his lips slowly,     a soft chuckle emitting his lips.     yes,     that's right,     despite his unfamiliarity with this world,     despite his knowledge of askr being scarce,     he needs worry naught.     prince alfonse's guidance should help,     but     ——————     it was the familiarity of having a loyal friend like hector around that kept his courage radiating,     it helped him remain collected in front of those that seek eliwood for inspiration,     both when they traveled in their land    &    here as they fight for the kingdom of askr.     nothing has truly changed.     no matter how dark a path may be,     hector shall be there to light his way,     he was always like that.     a friend one could lean on,     a friend he considers his equal,     no matter how different their fighting styles may be.

              ❛     hector,     ❜     how many times has he uttered that name in response   ?     he doesn't know.     the same sensation in his heart is always felt,     the spark of something new,     the fire that burns between them growing,     growing.     it's a conflagration none could hope to triumph over.     he walks towards hector,     noticing his gaze    &    its direction.     he's glad he likes it.     ❛     i wouldn't say i'm a proper knight in the slightest,     i only do what i think is right.     these clothes     ...     ahah,     they do look pretty good on me though,     huh   ?     ❜     just as the past,     eliwood indulges in thoughts,     based solely on emotion,     being vocalized without a sliver of doubt.     just as hector is the only one who may see him during the late hours of the night,     when thoughts of a dreaded future plague him,     hector is allowed to hear the euphoric symphony from eliwood when they are alone.     ❛     i was a little worried they wouldn't fit me,     but i guess they do.     hey,     don't forget to change soon,     too.     i think that laegjarn promised to hand you some of muspell's finest wears as well.     might i be the first to see it once you wear it   ?     ❜

[ofpherae]

eliwood signs his own death sentence (acrylic on canvas, 2020)

[ofpherae]

he’s not used to wearing this yet..........

[ofpherae]

[ofpherae]

your voice sounds a bit deeper than usual. something stuck in your throat?

@ofpherae​

[ofpherae]

hector.     ///     ofostia.

NOT BEAST NOR MAN, hector remains a strange, terrifying chimerical sight—not a person, not anymore, not as rage consumes his good sense and the remnants of his sanity. irony at its finest indeed! it would not be the torture to break him, nor the captivity, nor the snide remarks made carelessly by the guards right outside the door of his cell, but the familiar sight of those blue eyes, unwavering, cold. ah, how many years had passed for the sun to set so low in the skies of eliwood’s eyes? how many years had passed since they laughed and cheered at the silliest things, friends through and through, as close as brothers? his hands remain grasping at that pale neck, his body arched over, hovering, towering over the lesser man between the two but his expression falters, something seems to give out, give in.

Keep reading.

              the past was a honeyed treasure that could never be revisited,     it was a present of time that could never be recuperated,     no matter how sought for     //     eliwood could not so easily be pliant    &    accept the reality of the present.     to be thrusted into chaos    &    war's orchestra,     forced to play their song without choice    ;    to opt out,     an impossibility.     he cannot escape this stage.     this stage is his prison,     it shall hold him captive    &    force a subservient status onto him,     listening to conductor's malevolent will.     no matter the agony of hearing others cease their playing,     dropping of their instruments,     he must press forward.     there is naught he can do,     there is naught he can do   !!!!!     ———     oh,     why must fate's cruel hand dictate them to be pawns for war,     why cannot gods intervene,     rejecting her command     &    conjure a new reign of peace   !?

              because it would be a faux statement.      none can ameliorate the tragedy of war,     nor can they wish to rectify the atrocities committed     —     no heavenly intervention shall allow old friend an escape    ;    alas,     why should he wait   ?     why should he sit    &    allow impertinent bastards to harm hector,     who only wishes to cease vile conquest of a relentless emperor   ?     why would he,     whyshouldhe ——

              ❛     to give up any means of escape     ...     that's not the hector i know.     ❜     who is he to speak of the hector he once knew   ?     can a traitor so confidently deliver sugar coated remarks of knowing what is truth     &    what is lie   ?     the character of supposed friend he forsake to pursue the ideals of an emperor whose beliefs he doesn't abide by   ?     he knows his vocalized thoughts are presumptuous,     though they brim with newfound hope of brighter future     //     tomorrow's sun invoked,     beauteous images of new reality    :    a reality in which war is over,     in which hector may celebrate with comrades     (   where is     ...     he in the picture   ?   )     their acquired victory,     in which perceived virtuous duke may inspire hope to his people     (   gone,     gone,     a traitor with no right to stand at the side of righteous man   ).     //     ❛     the hector i know would forge a new path if he didn't find an obvious one     ——     he would tear the wall down,     seek an exit,     no matter the obstacle before him.     ❜

              the sky's hue lies on eliwood's eyes,     saturated azures that sought peace,     &    despite their docile exterior,     a fire is lit within them with his sudden declarations.     rarely does his voice raise,     attributing it to emotion,     taught at young age importance of maintaining stoic demeanor in front of others     (   all for the sake of abiding by expected conduct for the nobility   ).     it is a conflagration    ;    impassioned,     furious,     stubborn.     for the first time in five years,     a hand touches hector's,     very one that's pressed against adam's apple,    &    memories flood,     of simpler times,     where this action was innocuous,     free from ire's wrath.     the same cannot be said of the now.     ❛     stop giving me that giving up crap,     hector   !     ❜     crescendo,     crescendo,     not moderating volume or intonation of his voice.     there is no worry of guards hearing,     because as it was once in the past,     this moment is theirs.

               ❛     you're not someone that's going to be executed by the empire.     i'd never let that happen to you.     i know i committed a sin,     i turned my back,     i left.     the very thought has haunted me for the past five years,     knowing there were different options available,     different things i could've done.     but i chose this path.     i regret it,     knowing so many bridges have been burned to get here,     but i had almost no other choice,     i acted upon impulse.     i don't expect your forgiveness,     i could never request you to forgive what i've done,     but     ...     ❜     when,     oh when did the sky of his eyes gather stormy clouds,     when did their rain let loose,     why must they stain his cheeks in front of him   ?     because he is eliwood.     because he is man.     because man feels for who he cares.    &    eliwood has always,     always cared for hector.    ❛     i want you to live,     hector.     please.     allow me this one selfish request,     at least.     it will be my last to you.     let me help you escape.     i don't want you to die.     not here.     not like this.     ❜

[ofpherae]

all the friends i loved are dead, does that make me a legend or a failed martyr instead?

sometimes i wonder what the real difference is // a.j. (via menacjerie)

[ofpherae]

haha hey guys

[ofpherae]

hector.     ///     ofostia.

hey, hey, hey! @ofpherae wants to murder me!

IT’S BEEN A LONG WHILE SINCE THE LAST TIME hector of ostia has been granted the mercy of sunlight touching his skin. more wolf than man now, the chains that keep him in place have been worn out by his feral rage; the berserker’s blood, accursed as it is, runs through him and it shows in such grim hours in the way he’s less human and more beast. the metal digs into his skin, and the taste of blood has stained the white of his teeth, now colored a reddish undertone. a shoddy stubble covers the bruises on his jaw but his eyes—his eyes are still fierce as he seems to stare holes into the stone walls. a monster, they call him, and a monster he believes he could be, if not for how badly kept he’s been.

the soldiers that keep the dungeon in check avoid his cell—even enbarr’s finest guards seem to be reluctant to approach a thing that seems more monster than man. to receive a visit, then, seems unlikely, but as the door of the cell opens in a loud, groaning sound that grates upon his ears, his gaze turns towards it and the sight that greets him feels like irony at its finest.

Keep reading

              tales of the prince of ostia have not gone unheard by general's ears.     soldiers would clamor of his inhumane qualities,     treat him as anything but a person,     dehumanizing him not only through their vile words,     but the deprivation of any sustenance that would benefit him.     the imperial army was a relentless pawn commanded by a relentless emperor that seeks to fulfill her ideals,     no matter the bloodshed left in her work's wake.     her army would praise her for her bravery,     for those she's damned to the eternal flame.     eliwood cannot speak against her.     cannot speak against the appalling words these soldiers dare vocalize in his presence,     speaking of a virtuous man as if he were anything but human     ——     while ire itself had been ceonceived at his heart,     he is stuck in a silent protest that can never silence them.     fate would have his house be in imperial territory    ;    so long as that remains fact,     he cannot defy anything.     (   so is that consensus   ),     he must adopt the stoic demeanor of a leader    &    lead the emperor's men into battle.

              yet,     no battle from his youth could have mentally prepped him for sight before him,     no experience could've been acquired to see the sight of best friend prince of ostia chained to a wall,     the marks left on body were not his,     but the army's response to captured prisoner.     perhaps,     it is to be expected of them,     albeit these horrors shall be engraved in his mind,     never forgotten that,     despite his silent efforts to sway them away,     they wouldn't stop.     the fault was his,    &    he readily shoulders it,     remorse may not be seen by them     //     oceanic hues are elusive to them,     gates to the soul shall never be shown to those deemed unworthy.     //     &    here he lies,     back against ground,     surely dirtying the blue fabric that hugged his person.     those fiery royal blues gaze at him,     intent to kill found in them,     accentuated by the hands at neck.     it is in that moment he understands,     he understands he cannot withdraw promise made to himself.     a promise to appear impervious,     to not break before him,     for if he peers into this fragile soul,     he may find his reason,     find his reason    &    cause the prince of ostia to falter in his path    &    be restrained by hesitation of care.     he can't have that.

              ❛     one reason,     prince of ostia   ?     ❜     void of emotion comes his query,     arms lying at his sides idly,     brows furroed    &     lips pursed into thin line.     now was no time to exhibit any emotion,     now is the time to adopt the stoic countenance    &    tone that he utilizes with his soldiers.     disconnected,     both for his sake    &    the prince of ostia's.     ❛     if you were to kill me now,     you would be discovered.     the emperor would not be pleased to find that a captive has killed one of her finest men,     a general no less.     your execution would be posthaste,     any chance of living to see tomorrow's dawn will be gone.     ❜     how can he speak to him in such a way   ?     how can he speak to this prince as if he were not the same man whose class he attended back then,     when war did not plague every corner of the continent,     when it did not separate him from that youthful yesterday that he so longs for     ————     he reminisces over those days constantly,     as if those days were merrier    &    by gods they were   !!!     a worry over an exam cannot be equated to the bloodshed of those he once called friends,     a worry over cleaning the kitchen cannot be equated to those lower classed that cannot even afford any sustenance,     war,     you are nothing but a plague   !     one that has separated me from     ————

              ❛     so,     if you wish to kill me,     do so,     prince of ostia.     i won't stop you.     ❜     as he delivered the final part of that statement,     his voice cracked a bit,     thoughts of the past rushing in.     the prince of ostia may want to murder him,     but he shall accept it.     even if     ...     ❛     but,     please,     if you wish to do so     ...     let me help you escape.     ❜     eliwood of pherae is a traitor.     he has turned his back on the man he swore to be at the side of,     no matter the turmoil that occurred around them    ;     yet,     he is willing to turn his back on the empire,     from such a prestigious position to save one he cares for.     he cares not about what happens to him.     if death's chilly embrace were to welcome him,     he would accept the embrace without resistance,     so long as a guarantee is granted    :    hector    &    his mother's safety.     an altruistic man he is at heart,     for he may not have a heart of gold,      but the heart of     ——     

❛     please.     i don't care if you wish to kill me.     i'll allow you to do so without complaint.     but please,     let me help you escape.     hector.     please     ——     ❜     when did these tears begin to stain his cheeks   ?     when did  sorrow    &    desperation acquire his person    &    managed to let the emotions rush onto his face   ?     he hates it.     a simple promise to himself he couldn't keep.     how pathetic.    ❛     allow me     ...     to embrace my role as a traitor    &    help you escape.     so that you may return to your army.     if you are bound to death,     your death will be righteous,     it will be of glorious honor.     on the battlefield.     but,     so long as you are here,      i cannot allow death near you.     you are fit for a better death than this.     let me help you escape.     ❜     //     if he were to die by hector's hand,     be it in any place besides here,     for that swan song,     that double bar his life approaches with hands around his neck,     he is ready for that performance,     a performance only hector may see.     a performance only he can hear.

[ofpherae]

if you play sona mid, i'll play annie jungle again ! :)

❛     an excellent proposal,     dimitri   !     with these ‘gamerlicious strats,’     as claude suggested i call them,     we’ll surely make it to platinum tier in no time   !     ❜       ///       @blaimed

[ofpherae]

can we play ranked together, hector? i practiced my sona mid like claude told me to :)

@ofpherae​ wants to get roasted. i see.

hector smiles. grins, even, in a way that makes him look less than friendly in their discord call. the webcam catches it, of course, and as if on cue, as his grin twitches slightly, he leans into its direction, pulling his mic closer before yelling right into it.

“WHY IN GOD’S NAME ARE YOU LISTENING TO CLAUDE’S ADVICE ON LEAGUE, HAVE YOU GONE MAD, ELIWOOD?!? NEXT THING YOU KNOW YOU’RE JOINING DIMITRI IN ANNIE JUNGLE HELL.”

[ofpherae]

★ [ PLEASE!! ]

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

@ofostia

[ofpherae]

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[ofpherae]

nsfw meme

bold - applies always.

italic - applies sometimes.

strikethrough - applies a hard no

* INCLINATIONS/HABITS:

is submissive  |  is dominant | prefers to top  |  prefers to bottom  | likes to switch |  identifies as heterosexual   |   identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual |   identifies as asexual   | doesn’t label  | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women  | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time |  initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits  | swallows |   prefers sex in the morning   |   prefers sex at night  |  prefers sex any time  |   no sex drive  | low sex drive  |  average sex drive  |  high sex drive  |  hypersexual

* BODY/APPEARANCE:

small build  |   medium build   |   athletic build  |  muscular build   |   curvy build |  voluptuous build  |  wears boxers |   wears lingerie   |   goes ‘commando’ |   cup size a-c  |   cup size d-f  |  1-5" in length   | 6-9" in length | 10" or over in length  |

* SOUNDS:

is silent / makes little to no sounds | is very quiet  | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name (depends and solely happens during lovemaking)  | curses  |   fakes/exaggerates  |  prefers a quiet partner  |  prefers a loud partner  | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk

* TURN-ONS/KINKS:

having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their hair pulled | pulling their partner’s hair | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘daddy’ | being called ‘daddy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting / marking | being bitten / marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshipped | worshipping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging

tagged by: literally no one LFDHLFJHFG tagging: @ofostia surprise! ^_^