#[i will get around to ... following back reading rules etc soon] | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

flowerxbunnie · 2 years ago

Note

hiyaaaa :)))

request : y/n and matt are friends, they both have craaaazzyyy sexual tension that they’ve been denying. one night after finally coming to terms w it, they play strip poker to see who caves first. (idc who caves first, bc ik id be folding like origami!!) then they get reallll nasty and YOU MUST include what we talked ab 😈😈 i’m begging on my knees, i need that witchcraft

Strip For Me

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT. Friends to lovers, strip poker, spit, etc etc etc

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

super long! like 5000 words oops

Matt’s POV

“UNO!” Chris yells, making all of us jump in our chairs. “MATT DIDN’T CALL IT!”

I huff as I throw my card onto the table, losing yet another game of Uno against Y/n, Nick, and Chris.

“Poor Matty, you literally always forget to call it. It’s too easy.” Y/n laughs, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut.

Game night never fails to piss me off. Chris is too competitive, I swear Nick cheats and changes rules without telling anyone, and Y/n thinks it’s so funny when I lose.

“You better watch it,” I tease, glaring at her from across the table.

“Oh yeah, or what?” she bites back while narrowing her eyes.

Nick and Chris exchange looks and then look between the two of us. I stand up and make my way around to her chair, pulling it out from under the table.

“What are you doing??” she drops her cards and pulls her legs to her chest, interlocking her fingers around them so she’s curled into a ball.

I slip an arm around her thighs and the other around her back and pick her up. Her grip breaks and she’s fighting and thrashing while calling me every name under the sun. I can’t contain my laughter as I carry her to the couch, throwing her down onto a pile of pillows and blankets.

“MATTHEW NO!” she kicks and screams, already knowing what’s coming.

“You asked for it,” I chuckle out and start tickling her stomach.

Her gorgeous giggle echoes through the room and soon enough all four of us are gasping for air in a fit of laughter.

“Matt PLEASE…. ple- MATT!!” she can barely get her words out, her eyes watering and her arms clutched over her stomach.

“You think that’s gonna stop me?” I grab her hands and sit in a straddle position over her legs, pinning her arms above her head with one of my hands.

“Nick, get your fucking brother!” she yells as she tries to wiggle out from under my grasp.

“I have no involvement in this,” Nick says throwing his hands up and laughing.

“Don’t even ask me, I’m not getting caught in a tickle fight,” Chris says before gathering all the cards and shuffling them.

I do my best evil smile down at her before bringing my free hand to hover just between her armpit and ribcage, her most ticklish spot, and wiggling my fingers right above her skin.

“Should I do itttt?” I say in a singsong voice, inching my hand closer and closer.

“Pleaseeee don’t! Matt I’m begging!” She whines, her eyes flicking up to look at me through her lashes.

She gives up her squirming and fighting and just bats her eyes at me. It feels like time stopped. I’m sitting on top of my best friend, arms pinned above her head with those eyes that scream “please fuck me.”

Maybe the feelings aren’t as mutual as I think, but if I was given the opportunity I would jump on her so fucking fast. There’s a tension when we’re around each other that I can almost feel.

“Matt! Get off of me dickhead!” She slaps my arm and snaps me out of whatever trance I was in.

“Next time keep your little remarks to yourself, I win more than you do anyway.” I laugh as I stand up and walk back to my spot at the table.

“That’s just objectively wrong.” She says as she pulls herself up and follows behind me before pulling her chair back up to the table.

“Gotta agree with Y/n. Matt’s just a sore loser.” Nick says as he stands up and stretches his arms above his head. “I’m tired as fuck, I’m going to sleep. Please don’t break anything down here.” He begs as he walks off to his room.

“I’ll play a couple more and then I’m gonna hit the hay too,” Chris yawns as he deals out the next round of cards.

I grab my stack and look up to see Y/n’s gaze already locked onto mine wearing a look I can’t quite read. Just as quickly as our eyes lock she looks back down like nothing happened.

Y/n’s POV

“Goodniiiight!” I yell out to Chris as he walks off to his room.

He throws his hand up in a wave without turning back and I wait until I hear his door shut. I turn back to look at Matt in his spot across the table, his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong, someone doesn’t know how to take a loss?” I ask in a mockingly sweet voice.

“It’s not even fucking fair, you guys cheat and then act like I’m sooo bad at the game.” He drops his hands and looks up at me.

He’s so fucking hot when he’s all worked up and angry, and it’s so easy to push his buttons. I still can’t seem to shake the weird feeling I got after he threw me on the couch earlier. He literally picked me up like I weighed nothing. And looking up at him while his chain dangled over my face made my stomach twist into knots. I’ve always thought Matt was attractive, it’s hard not to. I swear I even catch him looking at me sometimes. But he’s my best friend and I can’t jeopardize that, who knows if he even feels the same? For all I know he could think of me like a sister and I’m just overthinking everything.

But for some reason I decide to keep pushing him tonight.

“Maybe you’re just not good? It’s okay to admit it.” I shrug and start putting all the cards back into the box.

His hands hit the table and when I look up at him his face is filled with annoyance.

“I can literally beat you at any other game.”

“I doubt it Matty. It’s okay though!” I smile and try to hold in my laughter.

He stays silent for a good 30 seconds while I take the box of cards back to the bookshelf. When I come back to the table to grab my phone he stands up and leans onto the table, the muscles in his arms flexing underneath the light above us.

“What about poker? You know how to play?” He asks, his voice low and raspy.

“Do you know who you’re talking to? Of course I know how to play,” I answer, sitting back in my seat instead of retreating upstairs like I had planned. “It wouldn’t even be fair to you honestly.”

He scoffs, turning around to go to the bookshelf. He moves a few items around before grabbing a deck of playing cards and walks back to the table. He tosses the box down and it slides across the table before it stops in front of me.

“I think I’m pretty good too,” he starts, sitting in his chair and leaning back, “I mean I can think of a few things that would make it worth playing..”

My heart jumps in my chest because I know exactly what he’s going to say.

“Have you ever played strip poker?”

I try to keep my cool but I can feel my cheeks burning at the thought of undressing in front of Matt.

“No.. not yet anyway,” I try to answer back as nonchalant as possible, like he has no effect on me.

“So you’re in? You can say no if you want.” His voice softens a bit, but the look in his eyes remains just as dark as before.

“Are you dealing the cards or am I?” I huff as I grab the box and rip it open.

A smirk spreads across his face as he nods his head in my direction. I shuffle the cards and try to keep my hands as steady as possible but they’re definitely shaking. I deal us five cards each and sit the deck in the middle of the table between us.

We both pick up our cards and look over them. I already have a pair of 5’s and an ace, so I lay down the other two and draw two from the deck. Matt lays one card down and draws one. I look up from my hand to see Matt smirking, his slender fingers tapping against the edge of his cards.

“3.. 2.. 1..” He speaks slowly.

We both lay our cards down; I have my pair of 5’s and ended up getting a pair of aces. Matt has four 8’s. Fuck.

“Go ahead.” He sits back in his chair and bites the inside of his cheek with a grin.

I stand up and decide to tease just a little bit. I run my hands down my sides and grab at the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it up ever so slightly to show the skin of my stomach. His eyes widen and watch my every move.

“Uh, y-you don’t have to start with your shirt,” he says while readjusting in his chair.

“I know. But I want to..” I say in a seductive voice while slowly pulling my shirt up.

I bring it all the way over my head and toss it revealing the tank top I have on underneath before I sit back down giggling.

He relaxes and I hear him let out a breath before grabbing the cards and shuffling them. “I’ll deal this hand.”

After he deals five cards each and we go through the process of throwing some out and redrawing, we lay down the next set. Matt has nothing, which shocks me because he really didn’t seem too stressed. I have a pair of queens.

“Your turnnnn.” I say with a big grin.

He reaches under the table and comes back up with his socks, tossing them somewhere off into the living room.

“Not fair,” I pout, bringing the cards into a pile.

“Socks are clothes, no?” He chuckles and pushes his hair out of his face.

We go through the next few rounds stripping off whatever we could that didn’t feel too risky. Rings, bracelets, watches. We both have nothing left to take off besides the big hitters. I’m dealing the next hand and I say a silent prayer to myself that Matt takes the first big loss.

I have a 5, 6, jack, 8, and 9. I decide I want to risk throwing the jack away to try for a straight. Matt tosses three of his and I try to gauge his reaction. Again, nothing at all but a blank stare. I hope I’m doing just as well with my poker face.

We both lay our cards out. I didn’t end up getting the straight, but I drew a king. Matt doesn’t have anything either so we’re forced to go for who has the highest card.

“I have a queen! Get to it,” he says smugly while interlocking his fingers behind his head and sitting back.

I almost open my mouth to tell him that a king is worth more than a queen, but the anticipation is getting to be too much for me. Watching him as he stares at me from across the table, seeing his long fingers gripping his cards, his smirks, his hair falling over his eyes as he concentrates on his next move. It’s been doing something to me, and I’ve had a heat growing between my thighs for a while now. Why not let him think he won this one and speed things up a bit?

“Damn it!” I say in the most convincing voice of annoyance that I could muster.

I stand up from my seat and watch as his eyes follow along, glazed over and half lidded. I hook my fingers into the elastic band of my sweatpants and slowly pull them to the floor, my light purple lace underwear now on full display. I turn around on purpose and toss my pants over the back of the couch, bouncing on my feet a little to make my ass jiggle. I hear him let out a breath and look over at him as he sits up straighter in his chair.

“Nice panties.” he says in a flat voice, trying to play cool as if I can’t see the half chub in his jeans.

“Thanks.” I reciprocate his energy and sit back down, the cold metal against my legs giving me chills.

We go through the motions again, eyeing each other for any signs of hesitation before laying our next set down. I have a full house, three 4’s and two aces. Matt has a pair of 7’s.

He huffs and scoots his chair back, starting to pull up his shirt.

“Uh uh! Stand up, it’s part of the rules,” I tease.

“You and Nick with your random rule changes.” He shakes his head but stands anyway, lifting his shirt over his head.

His toned stomach flexes as he throws it. I’ve seen him shirtless a million times. I’ve been to the pool with them, spent days at the beach- hell, even just him walking around the house. But with all the tension in the room I can’t help but stare a little harder. I move my eyes down to his happy trail and I have to bite my lip as I feel myself getting wet at the sight of him. He sits back down and shoots a knowing grin my way while shuffling the cards again.

The next round is played out and we’re getting ready to show our sets. I already know I’m fucked because I have absolutely nothing, but I really don’t care about the game at this point. We both lay out our cards and peer across the table.

Matt has a set of four. He keeps his head down and looks up at me through his brows, his bottom lip between his teeth.

I stand up and grab a strap from my tank top, slipping it down my shoulder. I hold eye contact and I swear I can see his pupils dilating and constricting like crazy. I grab the other strap and slip it down my other shoulder, my own fingertips giving me goosebumps with how slow I’m going in order to tease him. I pull them both back up and slide my hands down to the hem, pulling it up my abdomen slowly. His eyes dart up my body and he adjusts himself in his pants. I swear I could become addicted to the way his eyes soak me in.

My heart is nearly beating out of my chest as I pull the fabric over my breasts, making sure to hold it tight against me so they bounce as they fall out. I pull it the rest of the way over my head and let it fall to the floor before moving back to my seat.

“Holy shit, I… I thought you were wearing a bra,” he stutters out, “not that I’m complaining because… I just thought the game would.. holy fuck they’re perfe-”

“Hmm, thanks Matthew.” I say cutting him off.

He gulps and nods before wiggling in his seat. He grabs the deck and starts to shuffle them, cards flying out every now and again and his cheeks burning a bright red color. I can’t help but grow even wetter watching the effect I have on him just from taking my top off.

He gets the cards situated and starts dealing them out, his eyes flicking up to my chest every now and again as he tries to keep his focus. I pick up my hand and somehow I have six cards. I look over and he has four. I let out a soft giggle and hold my cards up.

“We’re supposed to have 5 each, Matty.”

“Oh shit. Sorry.”

He adds another card to his hand and I grab one of mine to hand back to him. My fingers brush against his and I swear my entire body pulses.

He suddenly sits his cards down and pushes himself to his feet, his chair making a scratching sound across the floor as it pushes back. He runs his fingers along the table as he makes his way to my side. He stands next to me and I crane my neck up to look at him, his eyes full of hunger.

“How about we call off the game?” He asks in a whisper as his hand reaches up to swipe a thumb across my bottom lip. “I can’t concentrate with you sitting here like this across from me.”

I gasp as the tip of his thumb enters my mouth, pressing down on my tongue before pulling it back out.

“Thought you’d never ask,” I whisper back, turning towards him as I stand up, running my hands up his chest along the way.

I glide my hands over his collarbones before wrapping my arms around his neck, loosely intertwining my fingers behind his head. His fingertips softly graze my waist, my skin on fire under his touch. He brings his forehead down to meet mine, our eyes locked on one another as we breathe in sync.

“I need to hear you say it.” he whispers as his hands settle on my hips.

“Say what, Matthew?”

“That you’re okay with this. That you want it as much as I do.”

“I want it Matt, I have for a long time.”

His breath shudders and he pulls me closer, his erection throbbing against my thigh. He disconnects our foreheads, pulling back to look from my eyes to my lips and back up.

“I need you in my room,” he breathes out before looping his arms around my thighs and picking me up. His hands are teasingly close to my ass as he walks to his room, shutting and locking the door with one hand before letting me down in front of his bed.

Without warning his hands are gripping my face and he slams his lips against mine. Everything else ceases to exist as our tongues swirl together, our bodies so close together we almost feel like one person. His hands slide down from my face to my jaw, then to my throat causing me to let a moan escape into his lips. He hums in response and adds a little pressure, and my knees feel like they could buckle and give up on me. This feels so naughty, my best friend touching me in all the places I’ve wanted him to for so long.

I pull away from the kiss and drop to my knees in front of him, placing kisses down the hot skin of his stomach. I lick a stripe up his happy trail and his eyes bore into me as I undo his button and zipper. I slide his jeans down and they pool around his ankles before he kicks them off. I run my nails up and down his thighs, watching as his body reacts and his dick twitches under the fabric of his boxers. I trail my hands up, running my palm across his hard length before wrapping my hand around it and hearing him sigh my name under his breath.

His eyes are blown out with need, the blue irises barely visible. He reaches down and places his hand over my own, tightening my grip around his cock and moving my hand back and forth.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Y/n.” He groans and starts rocking his hips against my hand.

“Yeah? Do something about it then.” I say and move my other hand to start pulling his boxers down.

He lets out a moan at my words, throwing his head back a bit as his cock springs up in front of my face.

He grips my chin and tilts my head up, bucking his hips forward so his length rubs across my face. I stick my tongue out as he brings it back down, feeling the veins that run all the way to his tip. I open my mouth to take only his head in, sucking lightly and keeping my head still. I grip my hand around his base and pull him back out of my mouth, kitten licking the underside of his head, eliciting a shaky breath from him as he brings his hands to wrap into my hair.

“Such a fucking tease,” he draws out.

I just smile and move my tongue all the way to the base and flatten my tongue, licking all the way up and kissing the his tip. I continue teasing him for a minute or two, loving the beautiful sounds that fall past his lips. I can tell he wanted nothing more than to shove his dick down my throat, but Matt is too much of a gentleman for that.

I take his entire length into my mouth, his head touching my uvula and making me gag around him. He sucks in sharply and his fingers tighten around the roots of my hair. I keep going, bobbing my head back and forth and hollowing my cheeks around him. He lightly thrusts into my mouth, matching my speed. His jaw hangs slack and he starts panting as his dick becomes incredibly hard, twitching and throbbing in my mouth. He pulls my head back and my mouth makes a popping sound around his head.

“Fuck, almost made me finish in your mouth baby. You just look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me.” he says as he strokes my hair.

He grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet, bringing his hands to my panties and pulling at them, almost a silent way of saying he needs them off. I help him get them down and he picks me up, his dick brushing against my core in the process which sends sparks through my body. He tosses me onto his bed, standing over me and taking in the sight like he’s the first man that discovered fire.

“So beautiful.” He whispers as he crawls up the bed over me, leaving kisses up both my legs and stomach, all the way up to my breasts. “Always knew you had perfect tits.”

He places a wet, warm kiss on each nipple, watching as they harden up from the stimulation. He brings his tongue to my left one and flicks it up and down and I can’t help but let out a little whine. He circles his tongue around it and looks up at me before sucking on it softly. He moves his attention to the other one and repeats his actions, but my pussy is begging for his mouth to be there instead.

“Matt, please…” I whimper out, grabbing his head and pushing down so he’ll get the hint.

“Please what?” He smirks, softly nipping and licking at the skin on my ribcage.

“N-need to feel your face between my legs,” I blush. It feels so strange to finally be able to say these things out loud.

He scoots down the bed and settles between my legs, spreading them apart and kissing his way from my knee to my upper thigh.

“So wet for your best friend, you dirty girl.” He says before placing a kiss onto my clit, my body jolting and a soft moan escaping my lips.

His narrows his tongue and runs it up and down my folds lightly before flattening it out and adding pressure, licking from the bottom to the top.

“Such a little slut letting me taste you like this. It’s so wrong..” he trails off before continuing his actions.

His words twist my stomach into knots. He’s right, I know deep down that it’s so wrong to be doing this with my best friend while his brothers are asleep in the house. But it feels so fucking good, so right.

I rake my fingers through his hair and push it back off his forehead, just taking in the sight of him working to please me. He dips down a little and sticks his tongue into my entrance, swirling it in circles as I start to clench around him.

“F-fuck.. feels so good,” I moan and buck my hips towards him, tightening my grip in his hair and pushing his tongue deeper into me.

He hums and flicks his tongue around making sure to touch every single spot he can get. He brings his thumb to my clit and sticks the rough pad of it against me, applying pressure and rubbing delicious circles.

Before I know it I am coming undone on Matt’s face, my orgasm ripping through my body unexpectedly. I cry out his name as my legs shake and tighten around his head. I’m pulling on his hair hard enough for him to let out a groan of pain, but he continues and lets me ride out my high, pulling back and breathing heavily after I relax onto the bed.

He moves up and hovers above me, his face glistening with the evidence of my orgasm. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes still dark and needy.

“You feel better now, princess? Got to cum all over your best friend’s face. God, you’re such a bad girl.”

“Mmm, don’t act like you didn’t want it just as bad as me, Matty.” I say between lazy kisses, tasting myself on his lips.

“Never said I didn’t, sweetheart.”

He grabs my legs and pushes them up, hooking both of them around his shoulders. He runs his tip through my folds, coating himself in my juices that have mixed with his saliva. His breath shudders as he pushes in slowly, not because he wants to, but because he’s so big that I’m having trouble taking him.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, easing in millimeters at a time.

“F-fuck Matt, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to take it all.” I wince as he stretches me out.

“You will. Give it time baby. I’ll make it fit.”

He leans his head down and lets a string of spit fall onto my clit, dripping down and settling where we meet. He pulls back out only to push in further, and my stomach tenses up at the pain. He shoots me a sympathetic look, but it only lasts a second before his eyes get that hungry look again and he’s smirking down at me.

“Poor girl, I just know you’re never gonna be able to find anyone who can make you feel like I’m about to.”

Without warning he pushes all the way in, pain and pleasure coursing through my body as he steadily begins pumping in and out. His hands grip my legs and I bring mine to his chest, clawing and scratching instinctively to relieve some of the pain.

“M-matt, fuck..” I cry out, my eyes rolling back as he pounds into me so deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach.

“Look at that pretty face, all for me.” He praises.

The pain slowly starts subsiding, dopamine flooding my bloodstream as my body starts to feel intense amounts of pleasure. I’m a mess, eyes watering and my nails leaving him bloody. It feels animalistic, we’re fucking as if it’s all we know to do.

“Open your mouth.” He growls, his entire demeanor dark and sadistic.

I oblige, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out. He spits onto it and moves a hand to my chin, closing it and holding it shut.

“Swallow it.”

I do as I’m told and he slaps my cheek lightly, moving his hand back to my leg and gripping with white knuckles.

My body is overwhelmed with all the sensations, my head is swimming and my breathing is rapid. I feel the same feeling igniting in my stomach, so close to the edge I can taste it.

He pulls out suddenly, grabbing his cock and jerking it with his head thrown back before he releases his hot cum onto my pussy.

“Touch yourself with it,” he demands, slinging my legs apart and onto the bed.

I immediately bring my hand down to my clit without second thought, using two fingers to rub back and forth. I bring my other hand and insert a finger into my entrance, pushing his own release into myself. He watches intently as I use his cum as lubrication to send myself toppling over the edge. My legs shake and my back arches, my orgasm taking control and waves of pleasure crashing over and over until my energy is spent.

He falls down on top of me, his head on my chest as we catch our breath together. I can feel my pulse from head to toe, my heart beating like crazy along with his own.

•••

I open my eyes and the sun is shining through the blinds casting a beam directly on my face. I stretch a little and look over and smile as I see Matt tucked underneath the comforter beside me.

I don’t remember anything after we fucked last night, so I guess we passed out.

I open my phone to check for notifications, my heart dropping as I open the group chat between myself and the triplets.

Nick: 1 attachment

Nick: What is this…?!

I click the photo and my eyes widen. It’s an overview of the living area, clothes and jewelry strewn about with a messy set of cards on the table.

I lock my phone and stuff it under my pillow quickly, trying to convince myself I never saw it.

I flip over and cuddle up to Matt, throwing my arm over his stomach and laying my head on his chest.

We can deal with all that later.

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut

641 notes · View notes

mydadleft471 · 19 days ago

Text

A Jester Indeed Part 3

I've brought the milk!

Lookie! Lookie! I'm doing it! I'm posting something for Messmer! Crazy, I know lmao.

Anywho, I had so much fun with this. I made Messmer a cocky little shit at the end because I can do whatever I want.

Side note: if you live in the USA rn like I do, it's a bit hectic to say the least. Please keep yourself and others safe. You have rights and I am with you. People of color, LGBTQ+, etc. are safe on my blog. If you have an issue with that, eat grass.

Thank you all for the crazy support, likes, reblogs, comments, and overall good vibes!

Link to my masterlist here!

Link to part 2 here!

Your mind had been spinning since you got back to your chambers in the evening. Lying in your comfy bed and squeezing your eyes tight did nothing to dissuade the tide of thoughts swirling through your mind.

Sir Ansbach was safe, and you were glad of it, as he had been a kind soul and stalwart in his deeds since you met him all those weeks ago. Though under Miquella’s influence, he assisted in any way he could and wished you luck when you told him you were going after Messmer. You can only assume he followed after you once Miquella’s charm broke upon your entrance to the Shadow Keep.

Now, he was probably pouring through information in an attempt to locate Miquella’s true reasoning for being in the Realm of Shadow. Something big was in the works, that was for certain, but the Demigods seemed to always have plans one could never fathom. Perhaps he wanted revenge on you for killing his beloved twin? But that couldn’t possibly be it; his followers would’ve killed you instantly upon seeing you. Maybe he considers you a threat.

Whatever it is, it has your stomach churning.

The lust for freedom, for adventure: you never thought it would land you here, at a Demigod’s side, in his Keep, as an ally. From what you had seen, the rumors of Messmer the Impaler seemed false, like rumors gone awry. But at the same time, you had seen the extensive damage his presence had caused in his many years in the Realm of Shadow. The Hornsent villages and towns had been nearly erased with only skeletal remains of buildings and homes left over.

But even after all he had done, you couldn’t’ seem to hate him. Through your adventures, you had discovered his troubled past and his curse. You’d learned of his fate steered by Marika’s hands; a fate he took in stride to please his mother. You pitied him, if anything.

You recall back to how much faith he put in you, a lowly Tarnished, as you were often called. Someone unfit to rule. Yet Messmer allowed you to speak among his council as a trusted advisor and treated you with the same amount of respect he treated the rest of his men with. He wanted your advice, your help. The thought makes your stomach tie into knots and flip over itself.

Finding yourself much too restless to continue laying down, you pushed your covers back and began pacing around your room. The cold air hits your skin and you move over to your fireplace to throw two more logs on. Soon, the flames roar and dance, the goosebumps on your body gradually fading.

On your dresser, a few old books, almost crusted over with dust, sat waiting for you to flip through their pages and delve through their mysteries. As much as you’d like to sit down and read them, you knew you’d be too jittery and anxious to focus on anything they said.

As luck would have it, a knock sounded against your door, making you jump a little. The moon had long since taken its place in the starry sky, and it was late. Salza was always in bed by this time, or, at the very least, busy in his study. He told you he preferred a few hours of solitude, which you totally understood.

It was too late for any servants to bring you anything, as they already had outfit choices laid out for tomorrow and dinner was a few hours ago.

You were hoping it was Queelign so you could punch him right in his smug face. You probably wouldn’t get into trouble. Probably.

You quickly threw on a crimson silk robe for a bit more decency, as you were currently only in a thin sleepshirt and your underwear.

But when you opened the door, you were surprised to see Messmer, of all people, standing almost sheepishly at your door. His hand was curled into a fist, like he was about to knock again, but you opened the door before he had a chance to.

“Messer? Oh, sorry,” you fumbled a bit, curtsying. “Lord Messmer.” You wanted to ask why he was here so late, but you figured he would tell you.

“Good evening. I apologize for bothering thee so late. If it would be alright, I would like to come in and speak.”

“Oh!” You practically squeaked out, very conscious of how little you were wearing. “Sure thing.”

You opened the door wider for him and scooted out of the way. He lowered his head just slightly as a thank you. His serpents hovered over to you as he passed and one booped your nose with its head. You gave it a small pat before closing the door and walking further into your room.

Messmer sat himself down on your sofa near the fireplace in your room, his body much too large to actually fit on it. He made it work, but you let out a chuckle as you sat across from him in a comfy armchair.

“What is so humorous?” He took off his helmet and set it onto the nearby table, combing through his fiery red hair with his sharp nails.

“You barely fit on my couch.” You shake your head at him, still chuckling to yourself.

“Very well. ‘Tis not mine room.”

“I know. It’s just funny to watch.

You quickly realize he’s probably here for more important reasons than idle chit-chat, so you give him silence for when he’s ready to speak.

A serpent coils underneath his hair, and he lazily strokes its scales. “I would hear thine thoughts of today’s happenings.”

“What specifically?”

“Miquella, perhaps.” He focuses his gaze on you, and you feel very small.

“Well,” you begin, “I don’t really know. He’s up to something, that’s for sure. He placed some charm on his so-called Followers, so he’s powerful enough to influence people to do whatever he wants. But if he needed to put them under some sort of spell in the first place, I don’t trust his motives at all.”

“‘Tis a cowardly thing to do: to misguide others as one sees fit. Respect is earned.” Venom laces his tone and you see him ball his hands into fists where they lay on his lap.

“He even rid himself of St. Trina. I found her dying beneath the Cerulean Coast.” You shake your head at the memory, briefly wondering if Thiollier is still by her side, begging for her poison.

Messmer shifts, his body angling further towards you. “St. Trina?” He repeats the name with uncertainty.

“Miquella’s alter ego. She’s the patron saint of sleep, from what little I know of her.”

“Miquella possessed another self?”

You almost mention Marika and Radagon, but you don’t think he’s ready to hear about that. Instead, you focus on Miquella. “Yes. At the cross where he abandoned her, it said that he abandoned his love.”

“He intends to rid himself of everything. Everything Mother gave him.”

“I suppose so. He’s been throwing parts of himself away left and right.”

“He shall come to regret his choices, I am sure.” Messmer spreads his hand over the arm of the couch, feeling the softness of it.

“I just don’t understand why he left everything behind. The Haligtree was full of his followers, including his sister. He abandoned them after promising them a better life.”

“Thou didst battle with the Blade of Miquella, no?” His serpents flick their tongues at you, almost like they’re excited to hear your answer.

“Yes. It was a hard fight. She was probably the greatest warrior I’d fought.” You shudder thinking back to her words, her blade, and her ferocity in battle.

“Dost thou believe her to be enchanted by Miquella as well?”

When you encountered Malenia, she appeared to be sleeping. She awoke and told you of her strange dreams that sounded like the Battle of Aeonia. Despite doubting how much of her was left after being ravaged by the rot, she proved a challenge. When you thought you had beaten her, she rose again as the Goddess of Rot. Was it her choice to blossom into something more, or was it simply forced on her, by Miquella or someone greater?

Perhaps you’d never know. Still, she remained Miquella’s loyal blade until the end. Maybe he did charm her, or maybe she was just that devoted to him.

You remember Mohg, towering over you. He had devoted his entire dynasty to Miquella, and whether that was for the power an Empyrean could bring him, or something more sinister, you remain unsure. One thing was for certain; he guarded Miquella’s body, or what you assume to be his body, with his life.

You adjust the ties at the front of your robe, securing them tighter around your waist. “I don’t know. I don’t think charming a Demigod is out of the question for him.”

Messmer closes his eye and sighs. His brows knit together, forehead wrinkling with stress. You want to reach out and hug him and let him know that you’ll get through this. That nothing is impossible for you, much less so with a powerful Demigod by your side. Great Rune or not, Messmer was someone who could hold his own in combat, as you had learned firsthand.

Messmer breaks the silence, opening his eye slowly, as if he’s afraid of what he’ll see when he does. “Couldst thou have been charmed? Thy story of seeking adventure false?”

You shake your head ferociously back and forth. “No! I was in control of my own actions the whole time. I felt no different when Miquella’s charm broke. I swear.”

He looks at you, his false eye glowing a bright gold, painting his face with what looks like false sunlight. There are bags underneath his eyes, and you can see just how tired he is. His posture, though straight, is incredibly strained.

You stand from the armchair and plop yourself next to him on the couch, your body barely squeezing in beside him. He, of course, straightens and tenses as you near him. You don’t pay him any mind, and you delicately take one of his hands in yours. It’s heavy and warm, almost like you can feel the weight of his entire world by having his hand in yours.

“I swear to you I am who you know. I’m the Tarnished that stubbornly stopped you from plucking out your eye. I’m who you trusted to speak among your most loyal followers. And I will stay with you and fight whoever I need to to keep us safe.”

His eye is wide and he searches your face desperately for any kind of deceit. Once he finds none, he slowly raises his other hand to cover yours. You relax into the feeling, though his skin is calloused from years of war.

“I apologize for doubting thee. I promise it will not occur again.” He speaks low and soft, afraid to disturb whatever peace has settled over the room.

“It’s okay. It’s hard to trust people.” You shuffle an inch closer to him.

“Thou said us.”

You tilt your head, confused. “Huh?”

He smiles. “Thou promised to fight. To keep us safe.”

You nod. “I did.”

“What wouldst thou have me do? I am no stranger to war, as thou hast seen.”

“I think you’re misunderstanding. I meant that I would fight alongside you to keep us safe. I don’t intend to refuse a Demigod’s help in battle.”

He blushes, face going red. He looks away from you and he squeezes your hands. “I see.”

You think about teasing him, but you’re not sure if he’d survive that after all that’s happened today.

You gently slip your hands out of his, but you stay by his side on the couch. He looks slightly disappointed.

“Maybe I’ll ask Sir Ansbach what he knows of Miquella. We can do some research together so we’re more effective. I know the Storehouse pretty well thanks to Salza.”

There’s a breath of silence before Messmer speaks. “Dost thou hold affection for this Sir Ansbach?”

If you were drinking something, you would’ve spit it out. You imagine your eyes are practically bulging out of your head with how out of the blue that question was.

“Interesting question, but no. We’re just friends. Come to think of it, I really don’t know much about him. I met him when he was charmed.”

Your answer seems to somewhat satisfy Messmer. “I bid thee be careful. Thou dost not know his motivations as of yet. Nor do I.” He says that last part a bit quieter, like he was trying to speak to himself.

You quickly pick up on what’s going on and you smile.

“Who knows? Maybe we’ll become great friends.” You say with a teasing lilt to your voice.

Messmer’s eye narrows almost immediately. His serpents rise up from where they were curled up underneath Messmer’s hair and start to writhe a bit.

“What?” You ask, feigning innocence.

“I wouldst prefer thee keep distance from him.” His voice is short and clipped.

“Messmer, are you jealous?” You raise an eyebrow at him, smirking.

“No. I am wary.”

His red face indicates that he’s lying.

“You are so jealous.”

“Of whom? Sir Ansbach? Nonsense.” He doesn’t look at you.

“Whatever you say.”

In an act that leaves your stomach on the floor, and one you’d never expect from him, he tilts your head up with a finger underneath your chin, leaving you eye to eye with him. Well, eye to eyes. His face is intense and beautiful, something dangerous yet captivating. The point of his nail prickles under your chin, making you shudder.

“Thou’rt under my protection. Sir Ansbach is yet unknown to me, and I shalt consider him a threat until he proves to be otherwise. Dost thou understand?” He keeps his voice low and authoritative, imposing in a way that shows he understands how much power he holds over you.

“Yes.” You barely manage to croak out.

He removes his hand and stands up, towering over you still sitting on the couch.

“I shalt leave thee be for tonight. I thank thee for conversing with me.”

You spring up from the couch to lead him out of your room. Your legs are a bit shaky and you struggle to maintain your composure. He notices, and you can see a prominent smirk on his face. Your stomach does somersaults.

You reach the door after what feels like hours and you open it for him, albeit a bit too quickly.

“Have I offended thee?” He asks with mock concern.

“No! No, no, not at all. Just tired. Very tired. Long day.” You stop yourself from rambling.

“Then I shall leave thee. Rest well.” He bows slightly to you.

You curtsy back on shaky legs and almost fall over your ankle. He catches you by your hand and pulls you up, smirking down at you all the while.

“I will admit I quite enjoy having thee blush for me.”

You think you’re going to die.

“Just—shut up and get out of my room.”

He outright laughs at that, slowly letting go of your hand before walking out your door. He gives you one last look before he leaves. You want to say something witty, but you can’t think of anything, so you hastily shut your door, the hinges groaning slightly at your speed.

You can practically see him smirking on his way to his chambers right now.

#messmer the impaler #messmer x reader #messmer x tarnished #messmer the impaler x reader #elden ring x reader #elden ring messmer #shadow of the erdtree

50 notes · View notes

bambinotattoo · 4 months ago

Text

Erica’s Diaper Plan

Chapter 15

(4 years ago)

((“ seriously Erica, you can’t keep wearing diapers like this you’re gonna be a teenager soon. What do you wanna wear diapers? Going to high school? Have me bring a big diaper bag into the nurse and have you go there once a day so she can change you? Is that what you want?? Huh, are you ready for everyone including your friends to know you wear diapers and use them? That doesn’t sound like a good time. Does it Erica?”

Karen was ranting to her daughter, pleading with her to understand that she had to be broken of this diaper, whatever. In her head, she thought it was a phase, now she’s thinking it’s the beginning stages of some weird kink/fetish that will ruin her life and embarrass her.

“Why can’t I keep wearing diapers? I mean, I have to wear them to bed…what’s the difference if I want to wear them all day too?”

Erica had been reading blogs and stories about 24/7 diapered pre teens and teens. And wanted so so badly to be nurtured by her mom instead of scolded.

“Because you don’t NEED diapers Erica. You want them. At night, I get that. But we can do pull-ups or something not so, infantile.”

“But I want to keep wearing diapers! Just like Julia in my favorite story the Trying Policy…”

As Erica blurted that last part out she could see her mother’s blood pressure rising.

“Some fetish story, really?!? Really?!?”

Erica began to tear up

“it’s not a “fetish” story mom. It’s about a girl who wants to wear diapers and her parents decided to support her and set rules with it. It makes me smile.”

“Where did I go wrong, Erica…where?”

Karen stormed off, to cool off and Erica went to her computer to vent to Baby J (Jasmine). Erica and Jasmine had been discussing her mother’s insistence to be done with all the diapers. This just made Erica more upset. Jasmine did her best to calm her down, but Erica was quite flustered.

“Erica, do what your mom says/asks. I’ve known her a long time. She won’t give in. You will have to come at this from a different angle. I’ll help you if you want?’”

Erica finally started controlling her breathing, and said…

“Different angle?”

“Yes! It will take some planning…but if this is what you “really” want…I’ll help you. I bet you by the time you start High school in a year and a half…you will be diapered and coming to me everyday for a check and change. Per your mother’s request! How does that sound?”

“You know that sounds crazy, right? Mom isn’t going to give that far.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Bet what?”

“If your diapered and regressed your first day of high school…you have to be my sweet little diapered girl! Obviously, non sexual until you’re older…but, I want to keep you diapered and regressed for years. That’s the bet. If you follow my “plan” we can make it happen”

“You know I would rather you be my mom, so that’s not a bet…it’s a dream! lol. But sure, you think you can help me pull that off…I will be your diaper slave girl.”

“Pinky promise through messenger?”

“Pinky promise Momma Jasmine”

“That’s Mommy, to you little one! And I’m talking photos, videos, live blogs, etc. I’m going to parade you all around. As my diaper girl”

“Jasmine, you know exactly what I like and don’t. I’m not scared at all!!”

And so there, is when the plan was hatched. As well, a bet that will soon be coming to fruition!))

(Present day — Sunday evening)

Karen and Erica arrived back home at about 845… Karen immediately asked Erica to remove her pants so that she could check her diaper… Jasmine and Erica forgot to think about what diaper they put her in last, and she was wearing a diaper that her mother had not bought.

“Hey, that’s a cute diaper there Erica… I didn’t buy those…”

“ you didn’t I could’ve swore that was in my diaper bag…”

“Nope, I know what I bought for you Erica… did this diaper come from Jasmine’s?”

“ must have I wasn’t really paying attention when she changed me…”

“Hmm…okay…whatever I guess”

Karen thought about that diaper for the rest of the evening, it wasn’t that Jasmine had diapers at her house. It was that Jasmine had the exact size ABDL diaper for her daughter at her house. Those kind of coincidences don’t just happen.

“Hey Jazz, it’s Karen… Sorry for the late text. You’re probably getting settled for the night… but I was wondering where the diaper you put Erica in came from?”

Karen saw that her message was received delivered and read… however no response was being typed. At the same time, Erica was messaging Jasmine through her app telling her mom was suspicious of the diaper that she wasn’t supposed to be wearing. As Jasmine tried to think quick, she just started responding, hoping that the words would come to her…

“Oh that…lol…a few years ago after my surgery, I was having accidents and HATED the medical diapers. So I went online and found those! Thought they were cuter. As you know with fancy diapers, you have to buy in bulk. So I have like half a case in storage. When I knew Erica was coming over I did them out and wanted to see if that would fit! They did. Figured now I have a stash of diapers here too if you wanted to drop her off, you two need a date night…or whatever. I would even play nanny for a few days if you needed/wanted. I love babying Erica!”

Jasmine reread that text probably five times, edit, adding, etc. She almost deleted it, and then realized it was perfect. Just long enough to make it seem like nothing‘s up, but not short enough to seem conspicuous.

“Oh, yeah, I do remember that surgery… I didn’t know you were having accidents?”

“ while I was an advertising it, lol, I’m not Erica who wants to be taken out in diapers lol”

“ I guess you’re right, I was just curious cause it’s cute!”

Karen ended the conversation there without a question or concern. However, Jasmine and Erica were both taking deep breath in real realizing they just got away with it.

“Erica, she bought it”

“ no shit, you’re a genius…”

“ not only that, but I offered to watch you babysit you for a night a few days whatever whenever she wants… and I’m pretty sure your mom is OK with it”

“Omg, really?!? that’s amazing!!”

“ you know what else is amazing? Tomorrow around 12, I will have won the bet we made a couple years ago!!”

“bet? What bet?”

“ Dan don’t play coy with me little crinkle butt!! I told you if you went to high school your first day in diapers and I changed you, you would agree to be my little diaper girl now and especially when you’re older!”

“ oh, um…yea… I thought you were kidding?”

“ you did, so do you not wanna be my regressed diaper girl?”

“ of course I do, but I don’t want to get you in trouble…”

“ your mom is willingly having me babysit, nanny, and etc. I think we’re good there. Plus, I respect your age, and have no problem, babying, diapering, etc. you until you’re of age to make other decisions!”

“ that sounds so great Jasmine, it would be nice to not have to worry about being judged by my mommy figure… heck it would be really exciting to have two mommies!”

“ I’m sure that will take some working up to, but I don’t see it is that other question… especially now that your mom is starting to understand a little..”

“ yeah well that letter you help me write is what did it”

“ I know your mom told me, she was in tears when she told me… I wanted to laugh, but I knew I had to be serious but the whole time I was thinking I’m helping regress your daughter.!”

Jasmine and Erica continue talking for the most of the evening they got into a discussion about how much public humiliation Erica thought she could handle… of course talking a big game on the Internet she was saying a lot…Jasmine on the other hand was keeping mental notes…

“ who are you talking to Erica?”

“ oh just my friend Baby J, we’ve talked for a few years. She’s in diapers too. She doesn’t like it as much as I do though lol”

“ I see, does her mommy help diaper and change her just like I do for you?”

“ I think her mom, she’s a little bit older than me… so I think now she lives with like a caregiver babysitter type person…”

“ not sure I’m comfortable with you talking about that with someone, but I also realize that’s probably what you’re gonna want/Need in a few years. So I guess it’s harmless.”

“ you would be OK with an arrangement like that?”

“ Erica, sweetheart, if it made you happy, of course. I’m always gonna be Mommy, but I’ve conceded to the point that you will have a mama or a dada in the nearest future… I just hope you’re safe and smart.”

“Safe and smart? What do you mean?”

“ you know what I mean, Erica… if you’re gonna be a diaper little girl, we don’t need you making a diaper baby too!”

“Omg, no mom!! lol. That would mean “doing it” with a boy…not for me…”

“ it’s just dawned on me. We’ve never really had this conversation because of all your diapering and baby stuff, lol, so you like girls?”

“ I don’t know if I like anyone, I know all my friends, and everybody else talks about sex and boys and all that… I’ve never been interested. I’m more interested in wearing diapers and being changed and stuff. I know I’m weird. But at least I’m honest, right?”

“ yes sweetheart, you are very honest. And to be honest, I like the idea of you having a babysitter or a mommy… at least that way I’ll kind of feel more comfortable”

It was crazy to Erica that her mother was talking about this as she was just talking about it with Jasmine. Erica was certainly sure, however… that her mother wouldn’t be too excited if she knew that her daughter had already found a new mommy, and it was her own friend.

“So, what if I did find somebody that I had a kin shipped to in the being babysat diaper regard, would you be open to any scenario? Or would you be kinda reserved?”

“ this sounds like you already have someone in mind Erica, who is it?”

Erica immediately clammed up, knowing she has said a little too much…

“ no one mom, but who knows… being diapered at school and all that I mean some pretty girl might see it and just think I’m adorable!!”

“ you’re so silly Erica, what’s that diaper looking like?”

Karen went up to her daughter, put her hand down Erica’s crotch and felt around. She was indeed wet and could totally use a change.

Karen helped her daughter onto the changing table, and after she removed her wet diaper and began to use the pampers wipes to clean her princess parts, decided now is a good time for a bath before getting a new diaper on

“ hey baby girl, what do you think about a bath?”

“Ok, I can take a shower!?”

“ I didn’t ask if you wanted to shower, I’m telling you I’m giving you a bath!”

Erica was dumbfounded, how quickly her mother was taking two babying her was almost getting scary. She had long wanted her mother to give her a cute bath and then put her into a new diaper, but obviously couldn’t say anything. So trying to hold her excitement she told her mother, “I guess.”

Karen had Erica’s diaper, and stripped the rest of her clothes… and held her hand as they walked into the bathroom while she started some bathwater. Karen had bought some bubble bath that she was itching to use and poured a whole bunch of that into the tub, to give her daughter the most babish bath she could get…

“ geez Erica, I know I’ve seen you naked a lot lately… but we need to trim some of those pubes so you don’t get any extra diaper rashes…ok?”

“ oh mom that’s gross!! No”

“ it wasn’t a suggestion, I’m gonna get a new razor out and I’m gonna help shave you… besides what girl are you gonna impress wearing diapers and not shaving, huh?”

Erica was so blushing and shy, she knew this was coming, but figured she’d do it herself. Now, tomorrow and Jasmine changes her… she’s going to see her freshly shaving princess parts. Oh well, she thought to herself… I’ll tell her I did it for her!

Erica was helped into the tub of warm soapy, bubbly, water, and her mother used a pink fluffy washcloth to scrub her down and get her good and clean. After that, she told her daughter to sit in the corner and spread her leg legs. She then proceeded to shave Erica down to nothing, making Erica feel so little and so blushy.

“ there, doesn’t not look better? Just like a little toddlers diaper area now?”

All Erica could do is blush, she put her hand down there and felt her mother’s work and was amazed at how nice it felt.

“ imagine how nice some Desitin and baby powder will feel on that!!”

The two finished while playing in the water and Karen told her it was time to get out. After Erica, calm down from the shaving and etc., she wanted nothing more to do then play with all the new toys. Her mother had gotten for bathtime. But alas, her mother said she was getting too wrinkled and that she needed to get put into her diaper for bedtime.

As Erica lay on the changing table having another new diaper folded on her and taped on, she stared at her glow-in-the-dark stars as she does every diaper change. This time she was thinking about the changing table at Miss Jasmine’s, and how she hoped she could be the best little diaper girl for her. Even though, in the back of her head, she didn’t really know what that meant. She thought she knew, but even being a puberty heightened 15-year-old… Erica never considered sex as part of the equation. She just always wanted to be diapered, so she wasn’t sure how that all worked…

“ OK, my dear… want me to read you a story?”

“ actually Mommy, why is everybody else interested in sex and all I’m interested in is being diapered and babied? Am I wrong and weird?”

“ that’s a big question for bedtime sweetheart… and I don’t have a good answer for you. But I know this, if that is what you feel and want… you shouldn’t think less of yourself. Despite my aversion to you being diapered, I don’t mind the idea of you not being interested in sex and all that. If I’m gonna have a little diapered girl, I’d rather keep her that way than lose her!”

“ that’s a sweet answer mom… lol… I’m just asking because if I do find somebody who wants to be me and all that, I don’t know what to say to the other stuff if/when they want it… you’re kind of scares me…”

“ I have a good problem to have little one, instead of you being a sex craze 15-year-old… you wet your pants wear diapers and want nothing to do with adulting… I can actually live with that sweet thing!!!”

Karen kissed her daughter’s forehead, and asked…

“ on a sidenote, are you ready for tomorrow? I mean you’ve not said much about school starting and you being in diapers… so I have to assume you’re either confident and excited or scared to fucking death! lol”

Erica sat thinking about the question she was just asked, trying to drum up an answer that would even be remotely suitable…

“ is all of the above and answer?”

“ well yeah I guess it can be, I guess just remember this is what you wanted, right?”

“ that’s what I tell myself every couple hours!!”

Karen said good night to her daughter, kissed her again and slowly took her leave, turned out the light and closed her door. She stood outside the closed door making deep breaths, thinking about what her daughter’s experience in high school will be like tomorrow. Never did she think that she would be diaper and eating changed as a freshman. But alas, that is the situation.

Karen whispers to Erica’s door

“I hope you’ll be okay tomorrow”

#ab dl lifestyle #diaper bulge #24/7 diapers #ab/dl diaper #diaper dependent #diaper sissy #diapering #bed wetting #active #teen baby stories

9 notes · View notes

justsimpingforawhile · 3 months ago

Note

BROOOOOOOOO! I just read the story for my request (half Hyposhark Temesia) and it’s GREAT! But please give them a happy ending.😭

I’ll sell my soul if I have to.

I'm not much of a writer of happy endings, but I'll try this one!!!

By the way, people who like reading these stories, feel free to send your headcanons, your not very well known ships, your oc's, etc. I will write as long as they are within the rules! 🩵

────┈┈┈┄┄╌╌╌╌┄┄┈┈┈────

There was nothing she could do, she didn't feel angry at Merlin for trapping him in the bottle, she understood that her father was dangerous. But she wished, just for a moment, that he were free.

— Oh, but look at this. — A soft, almost ethereal voice sounded behind Temesia. She jumped in fright, eliciting a chuckle from the mysterious figure. — I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

Temesia was surprised to see the figure behind her: With a large pair of blue wings that sparkled like crystals, pink hair and two lilac antennae growing from her forehead. A beautiful creature, who maintained a serene gaze at all times. "So this was the fairy Merlin was talking about?" Temesia thought. It was so surreal, that she even forgot to hide her hypogeal part.

— My name is Tasi, and you are Temesia, right? How curious, I've never seen a hybrid... A hybrid hypogeum. — The fairy flew around Temesia, analyzing her.

— I....

— I know why you're here. I'm sorry, you know I can't let him go, he almost destroyed this place.

— I know that... I just wanted to stay with him for a little while, at least for a day.

— Well, that I can do!

— You can?

— But of course! I'm the fairy of dreamland, I can enter people's dreams. I can make you enter his dream too, you just have to sleep...

Temesia's vision blurred, an unnatural drowsiness knocking her to the ground. When he woke up, he was in a completely different place, it seemed to be the same forest, but surrounded by salt water. She stood up and floated in the water trying to get her bearings. Tasi disappeared, and a strange force pushed her back, following her eyes to the current that ran over her, she saw Harak desperately tearing branches and leaves from the tree.

— Dad? — Temesia took a short boost and floated away from the ground.

Harak's ears twitched and he abruptly stopped eating. His gills twitched, there was a different smell, new and yet so familiar. He turned his head from side to side until he stopped at a point just below, close to the ground. It couldn't be anyone other than the one he missed so much, the golden hair and purple eyes didn't let him be fooled. With a wide smile, he swam over and struck her like an arrow, in a strong and lasting hug.

— I missed you so much my little bull shark.

— Dad!

Anyone who knew Temesia from the ground would never be capable of such a sensitive side as this. Only Harak (and on some occasions Atalanta) knew this fragile side of her. Even though it was a dream, everything seemed so real, the hug was still as she remembered, the smell and even the voice.

— How did you end up here? Did those bastards lock you up here too?! — Harak walked away, a little aggressively.

— No no, they... They don't know that, I... Tasi made me fall asleep so I could spend some time with you...

— Just that? Hm, anyway, I still shouldn't trust them.

— They're not bad people. I'm also half human, remember?

— Sorry... Where have you been all this time? — Harak's feet touched the ground, he lowered himself gently until he was sitting. Temesia sat down next to him soon after.

— I live among the humans of Holistone, when you disappeared, I was lost, I found myself after a long time. A lot has happened since then... — she placed her hand on her chest, in the same place where the scar over her heart was.

— I imagine, I felt there was something different about you... You look more human than shark.

— I can't be a shark around them, it's too risky... Why did you abandon me?

— Abandon you?! No, I would never do that. I know I disappeared, but... — Harak put his hand to his forehead, grimacing as if something hurt. — I can't remember why.

— Me neither... I just remember waking up at the gates of Holistone.I can remember everything before the day you disappeared, but during the day it happened... Oh, I don't know, this is all very strange...

Now that she stopped to think about it, it was all very strange indeed. Taking into account everything that had been happening in Esperia lately, could it be possible that Harak's disappearance had been premeditated by another... hypogeum? She didn't want to worry about being underwater, she just wanted to enjoy the moment before her time in the dream world ended. Looking up, she saw a tuna swimming quickly, with a defiant smile, she propels herself up with her legs and swims towards it.

— Who catches it first gets the tuna! — She provoked the challenge.

— Oh, clever girl! I'll get there first!

Harak launched himself right after her, gaining momentum faster and overtaking her in seconds. The two were leading the way, although they had no real interest in the poor tuna, they would go all the way just to have a little fun. Temesia grabbed onto one of the submerged palm trees and pulled herself up until she caught the tuna and held it in her grip. This brought back such vivid memories of her childhood, it caused a rare smile to escape her lips, Harak followed with a proud smile that she had caught the prey. They returned to the lawn, sat across from each other, sharing the tuna she had caught.

— I wish this day would never end. It's a this is just a dream. — Harak said.

— Ah, yes, a dream... — Temesia's smile quickly faded as she remembered where she really was.

— Temesia, don't be like that...

— I miss you... — A few small tears formed in Temesia's eyes, not that him could see them, after all she was in the water.

— I know, me too... I can't be free. Other people will never let us be free just because we are who we are, being as we are now is better than if one of us were actually dead.

Harak explained, it was something a little different from his usual, yet Temesia had to admit he was right. They would never leave them alone, they never will, and she doesn't blame them for trying to protect themselves. Before she could respond, she woke up startled, shaking and confused. She wasn't on the island, she was in her room, with the armor in the same place she had left it before leaving. She ran her hands through her hair and noticed that it was still dry and silky, as if it had never touched the saltwater. However, his sense of smell sharpened when he caught the scent of tuna on her breath. Wait... shouldn't that have been a dream?

#afk journey #afk journey requests #free request #afk temesia #afk harak

6 notes · View notes

turtlebra1nrot · 2 years ago

Text

Third Time's A Charm

Johnathon Ohnn (I/ATSV) x You

The first three times you met up with Johnathon for your project, they were more than pleasant. The fourth time was complete and sudden hell. And the fifth was, unexpectedly, nothing short of libidinous.

CHAPTER 1/6: PARTNERS...

A choir of groans and sighs filled the lecture hall after the professor's thoroughly voiced announcement of their new project having to be done in pairs.

"Yeah, moan and whine all you want. You're adults. You're gonna have human interaction anyway, suck it up." The professor responded sluggishly to the class's verbal distaste. You didn't particularly mind, however. In fact you'd hoped for this. Work had been piled up for you lately and you thought maybe having someone to help with a major assignment might do you some good.

Partners were selected by surname. The professor went down the roster while roving leisurely around the lecture hall at the same time. They came to a stop at the left side of the table where you were seated, looking at them expectantly. "You're withhhh— oh." The professor's tone was still laced with boredom but a hint of bewilderment seemed to weasel its way in. A few mutters left their parted lips. "...only one left? I'm sure I called of you..." their last string of words found your ear.

After more awkward silence from the class and professor, their eyes lit up. "Ah, I missed one. You." They call, swiveling at 180 degrees to lock eyes with someone else. A messy tuft of brown hair pulled into a low-ponytail shifted a bit in your field of vision. Then a pair of squared glasses and brown, doe eyes followed. "Ohnn. You're with them, alright? Alright." The professor then simply walks back to their desk at the front of the hall just as the intercom goes off, signifying the end of the class. Students exchange numbers, emails, socials — while you watch your own partner from afar.

You knew it'd be courteous to get up on your own two feet and go introduce yourself. But you waited to see if the guy'd come to you.

He didn't.

Ohnn sat there, head practically buried in his notes. You wouldn't be surprised if he was actually making out with that damn paper. But it was clear he wouldn't come to greet you any time soon. So with a twinge of exasperation, you huff — pushing yourself up from your seat — and walk over to the table in the third row while leaning your palms against its smooth oak wood.

"Hey." You spoke up. He nearly flew with the way he jumped back in surprise. Jesus, he's tense.

His brown eyes seem to almost bulge out of his head as he eyes you with shock, glasses slipping down the bridge of his straight nose unnoticeably. Despite the initial shock of his flinch, he attempted to gather a few words. Though he stumbled over his own tongue, "Wh- I — d-did you....need something?" Ohnn murmurs. It's like he wasn't used to being acknowledged or something. You let a smile fall upon your lips and stifle a chuckle, "Looks like we're partners, Ohnn."

The look on the guy's face voiced pure confusion but he did not protest. He was quiet again before shutting his college-rule notebook, "Looks like it..." he uttered feebly while seeming to give you a once-over. Johnathon could feel your eyes studying him as well in the silence and he hated it. He hadn't really been paying all that much attention during the lecture, so he unfortunately gained a partner who he hardly knew. As if he knew anyone other than his own family in the first place. The young man stood from his seat and that was when you could read him more clearly.

Johnathon seemed to fold in on himself as he stood. Arms tightly pressed to his sides, legs together, posture extremely informal, etc. Even with his stature he was like a frail dog, unable to hold eye contact for too long and keeping himself at a low profile. He seemed to make himself appear small. It made you feel kind of bad. No wonder he was so tense...

"You want my number? I'll text you my dorm and we can get started whenever, no pressure." It was like a bid with him. Convincing him to visit your place so you could both work. You could easily tell he might feel unease at the idea, so you kept it plain and simple for him. Johnathon steadily breathed in spite of his racing heart. He wasn't good with making plans with others because he'd get sidetracked and forget about them. He'd feel terrible to do that for a first impression. "Yeah, we could do that...if you'd like, that is. I don't wanna like, force you to do it o-or whatever—" "Dude. I offered. No need to worry." You try to reassure him with words and a smile. A croaky laugh left his lips as he realized he had been on the verge of an apologetic ramble, "Right. Sorry."

"You're good, Ohnn." You reaffirm your previous words. Johnathon nods whilst bending down to grasp the handle of his tote-bag, stuffing his notes carelessly inside. Once up straight (or as straight as he normally stood), he speaks again, "Hey, I don't mind being called Johnathon or John. I think Ohnn's a little formal since we're, y'know— partners?"

Johnathon looks down at the person before him with careful eyes, trying to gauge their reaction. He hoped that statement wasn't too forward. He never really knew when to keep things casual or professional so he always just assumed. God, what if that was too much for them? Did he really have to say that? Maybe they could just call him Ohnn, it's not a big deal—

"Sure thing."

Your response was simple. He hadn't gotten the stink eye like he'd thought he would. Johnathon's smile is sheepish when he clears his throat and hesitantly nods. He didn't always have conversations longer than 20 seconds. Talking with you had been a breath of fresh air for him and he couldn't tell if the churning in his belly was excitement, anxiety, or joy.

He exchanged numbers with you before departing from the lecture hall and moving onto his next class. He had a math exam that period and with the boost of morale from last period, he felt somewhat prepared.

#turtlebrainrot #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman atsv #the spot #jason schwartzman #johnathon ohnn #spiderman across the spiderverse #spot across the spiderverse #atsv #the spot x reader #no y/n #johnathon ohnn x reader #spiderverse fanfic #spiderverse #friends to lovers #the spot spiderverse

66 notes · View notes

archivalofsins · 2 years ago

Text

Hey, this isn't going to be a long post because I want to get back to playing Caligula Effect 2. However, confirmed that Double is mostly a dream with small snippets of reality while MeMe is reality with breaks into dreams. Also that the graphs we see displayed distortedly throughout Double are a polysomnography.

X X

"I’m probably just having a bad dream, I need to wake up soon." - "All I did was dream, and that’s what you found GUILTY? “He’s a liar”, you said, and made me out to be a scoundrel, why?"

So, let's talk about this for a bit.

all gifs made by @apatchworkstar

So, in Caligula Effect 2 there's a heavy focus on the meaning of the word dream. It's highlighted multiple times that a dream can be something you have at night while sleeping or refer to something you want to do in the future. So, throughout double the word dream itself even has a double meaning.

I think that when John states all he did was dream contextually he's referring to the dreams one has when they sleep. I believe this because the structure of Double as I stated before is more dream like than MeMe. Though I have another pertinent reason for believing this outside of that. Let's discuss the telltale signs of a dream displayed throughout Double first.

1. Takes place mainly in one location.

Unlike MeMe where we change locations frequently. From the underpass to the inside of their home, to the dumping area outside of their home, to their bathroom. Double is limited to the train station and the train only. Despite seeing John commuting he never makes it home or to work. He is confined to this location.

2. Seemingly endless terrains. (Never-ending passages or areas that seem to go on forever.)

3. Partial literacy or none. (Not everyone can read within dreams but those who can rarely can read the same thing twice. Instead the words will either keep changing or go blank.)

People who can read in dreams are pretty rare. They tend to be in communications based professions or writers.

CAN YOU READ IN YOUR DREAMS? SCIENCE REVEALS WHY MOST PEOPLE CAN'T

There are also other things that can't be done in dreams according to other sources.

That are helpful when it comes to differentiating between reality and dream in Mikoto's case. Also bringing more scrutiny to John's statements during the interrogation where he claims they attacked random strangers on the street an impossibility if it was really a dream like they both claim. We see in Double that none of the people have faces, they're all mannequins.

Since John stated he attacked some stranger it makes sense for everyone in Double to appear this way because in dreams you can't really just create a full ass person that you've never seen before. So, this makes everyone in John's version of events a stranger to him. However, you know where that's definitely not the damn case.

In MeMe where we see this guy plain as day-

As Mikoto does a very physical activity. However, this is a good time to interject- Dreams are very personalized.

Personal anecdote. I once had a dream when I was in a bookstore, and I was browsing around. I'd read a book I'd liked but I was unsure if I wanted to really commit to purchasing it but there was limited time was there with others, I had like twenty minutes at most, and I'd looked at a clock just to see what time that'd be. When I went to skim the book again it was blank. Then I looked at the clock and it was blank too. I was in high school at the time and had already looked into information around dreams and became acutely aware I was which led to a bit of lucid dreaming before I woke up. In other dreams I've been in fights, used weapons etc. even ran for a good while.

So, yeah, I've done physical activities in my dreams before, and I've seen people I know and have never known in my dreams too. It's different for everyone.

Yet, it's still valid to question-

Why would Double something primarily from John's perspective follow the rules of dreams more than Mikoto's?

If what they did was just a dream, then those rules should be applicable to both songs not just one.

It's not as though all of MeMe just shows the reality of the situation either. In fact, dream and reality are more neatly separated within their first trial song. Something that is displayed by one of those things listed. The inability to look in mirrors.

And being confined to one place regardless of how it changes over the course of the video.

So, yes there are very logical ways to discern between what is a dream and what is reality within Mikoto's trial songs. Milgram has done nothing to hide this. They even further displayed this by putting dream in large font for all to see over most of double.

Yet what's the other thing that makes me so sure that when John is discussing dreaming, he's discussing the dreams you have while sleeping and Mikoto is discussing dreams for the future?

For one Mikoto is specifically paired with the woman who sings this-

"Is the damage to get in the way of someone’s dream."- "If it damaged someone’s dream to the points of stopping it I’ll gouge you out with my fangs."

So chances are a part of the reason they were connected is because they lashed out due to someone gettting in the way of their personal goals and dreams. Yet there's also the fact he plainly fucking states what his dream was in his written trial one interrogation.

Q.04 Are you picky when it comes to fashion?

Mikoto: Of course I am. Nobody would want to ask for anything from an unfashionable designer, right?

06 What do you hate?

Mikoto: working overnight / reptiles / violence

Q.14 Where do you think you’ll be in 10 years?

Mikoto: It’d be nice if I could build up my own self-sustaining design business. That’d be pretty liberating.

"Hey now, I saved you, right? So why in the hell are you crying? Cling to me, hoist me up as your “savior”, stand up and sing out your gratitude, that’d be good."

Mikoto even uses similar verbage to that used in his first written interrogation when asked about these things in the lyrics of Double. Such as right, and that'd be good.

So, yeah there's all that.

#milgram #mikoto kayano

44 notes · View notes

urbeastprime · 4 months ago

Text

Early 2025 Update

Hey all,

Been a few months since my last update. Figure I should say something, for no other reason then to assure everyone I'm not dead.

Another year where for one reason or another, I have to stop writing around winter/spring, and thus far I haven't gotten back to it. Its always a bit hard for me to get into good daily habits that afford me time for everything… but, I'm hoping to change that soon-ish. I'd like, if nothing else, to work on the requests I have backed up. There's… I believe seven in total? Not counting 'requests' to continue series/follow-up one offs.

I'd also like to go back through my gallery and update the tags and stuff, as well as the notes/summaries/etc. Which, really, would probably just be me using my current word template for stories, copy/pasting the story text, and writing up the title, summary, character list, notes, and tags in a more coordinated manner. Especially since I think I messed up on SoFurry and forgot to ever post any of my notes.

Of course, I'm up to nearly 100 story posts (which feels momentous… hopefully number 100 posted can be something big, or celebratory), so it might be a bit of a project to see about getting that done.

And… honestly, my Archive of Our Own 'gallery' is a complete mess; I'd almost just have to nuke half of it and repost everything over a few weeks. Which is an idea that feels… idk, against the rules somehow? I also, for reasons I'm not sure anyone cares, might need to see about rewriting the first part of my Switched Phones story.

Bleh, feels like I'm just giving myself project after project…

But, whatever. I'm doing alright, keeping busy. Still struggling through the job searches, but… oh well. I'll live for now, at least.

TL;DR: I have a to-do list that I hope to get to. 1) Write at least a few of my backed-up story requests. 2) Reformat my writing gallery to update tags and things. 3) Straighten up my AO3 gallery. Otherwise, I'm fine.

That's about it. Thanks for reading, hope everyone's hanging in there!

#journal #your beast speaks

3 notes · View notes

midnight-mourning · 7 months ago

Text

❄️MIDNIGHT'S DCA DECEMBER❄️

Hello! I've decided to have a little bit of fun this December and will be opening up requests for the month! Please see below for more details (With subheadings!):

Requests Overall

I will have 31 slots available for requests, first come, first serve. Each piece will range from 1000-2000 words in length and may (MAY) include a little doodle made by me.

Requests can be anything! They just have to be winter/holdiay themed (do NOT have to be releated to Christmas) and DCA-related

Winter/holiday themed means movies/stories too! Ex: i am a BIG fan of The Nutcracker (went insane when I saw @/robinette-green's au for the Barbie version lmao)

As most know I am an X reader writer, but as long as my general request rules are followed, I don't mind writing for ocs, canon, etc.

For those who don't know my rules, no nsfw (suggestive is FINE), and if you want something specific, be specific. Besides that, it's fair game, request what you want

Potential Issues & Schedule

If there is overlap between request ideas, they will be combined in some manner of speaking (if possible). If needed, I will reach out to you about adjusting ideas or the likes, though I don't forsee this happening. This would occur if for example, someone wants gift shopping with Sun with their oc, and someone else wants the same thing with a reader-insert. Whoever requested second would be who I reach out to.

I will be posting these throughout December, ending on the 31st

In order to have enough time to write, I will be starting these as soon as I get the first request. To speed things up a little, requests will be open from 11/29 to 12/13 OR until I receive 31 unique requests. So that's maximum two weeks to think of an idea and share it with me.

If I don't get enough overall or get anything prior to Dec. 1 I'll probably come up with some ideas of my own, but only if that happens! Additionally, if I don't get enough, I may open it up for people to request multiple times, again only if I don't get enough or run out of ideas (genuinely don't know how many I should expect so just trying to cover my bases lol)

To keep things organized, please request in the comments of this post. This also helps to potentially keep from overlap in requests, as you'll be able to see what else has already been requested. If you request in my ask box or such it'll make things a bit more difficult, so please avoid that.

HOWEVER, there is one exception to the above, which is if you wish to request anonymously, which is completely fine to do! But please only request in my ask box if you want to be anonymous. If overlap happens in that case, then y'all may just get two responses with similar vibes on the same day (essentially a bonus lol)

Confused Spirit

For those who may be concerned (as I was before making this post lmao) Confused Spirit's schedule will not be affected by this! Now that it's back I'd like it to stay back lol. We may stick to an every two weeks schedule for a bit, or may go back to weekly, it will depend on life stuff, not on other writing things. I promise ^_^

Having little things like these also help prevent writers block, and thus stay more consistent with updates

Sharing & More

Please feel free to share this post around, and request if you want to! Once I hit 31 unique ones I'll reblog this post with the announcement that requests are closed, so make sure to double check they aren't closed already prior to requesting!

I'll also post updates every couple of days regarding the status of total requests as well ^_^

Unrelated but similar, @/quilteddreams is working on a DCA Advent Calendar for December that's also really cool! (I'm helping out with beta reading :D) Highly reccommend you check it out once it starts posting!

Everything related to this will be under the tag #MM dca December, just in case there's another similar tag out there and I'm not just taking it for myself

Alright, that's all for now, excited to see what you guys ask for!

Adding the tag list to this since y'all enjoy my writing lol:

@scarletcowboy @beemyhuneybee @fishm0ther @deviouscrackers @elsajoyagent8

@luckyyyduckyyy @zenkaiankoku @jogimote @local-shrub @amarynthian-chronicles

@robinette-green @everlightreader @sinister-sincerely @starredeclipse @dangerva

@juukai

#Surprise!#Y'all are just getting hit with everything this weekend huh #hehehehe #fnaf dca #dca fandom #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #dca fic #x reader #confused spirit #MM dca December

104 notes · View notes

sombra-conlangs · 6 months ago

Text

This is less conlang related and more of a worldbuilding thing, but I was thinking about how the enchanting table language (Kxënt'exo) would be used in universe, I'm designing the language to be naturalistic under the assumption that it was once spoken natively in some sort of empire that has fallen, and now only scholars know how to read it (it's fantasy Latin basically, I know, a completely original idea™ never done before™)

This means that there's nothing inherently magical about the language itself, it was just another natural language in this setting, I mean if it was magical everyone would be going around accidentally casting spells when they were just trying to say "good morning" right? so there's got to be things that separated enchanters from non-enchanters back when it was a living language (and presumably to this day still)

And I mean, it is the language used in the enchanting table still, so there's gotta be something that makes it special, some reason for why a dead language would be used for magical purposes instead of a living one

There's many ways of approaching this but I decided to do the following:

My idea is that the language itself may not be magical, but most people think it is, at the end of the day the reason Kxënt'exo gets used in enchantments boils down to either a misunderstanding or convenience, what do I mean by that? well picture this scenario:

Imagine most people aren't able to read these ancient codices left behind by the fallen civilization, but it is known that they contain a lot of useful knowledge, including incantations that require carving glyphs into items or chanting words out loud, so there's an incentive for people to dedicate their lives to learning this dead language

Once they actually learn the language they might be tempted to simply translate the books into whatever modern language is spoken in their town, and that's useful for books detailing things about medicine or astronomy and such, but they soon realize that the enchantments only seem to work if the rules are followed exactly as written (as in, you have to chant the ancient words, not just a translation of the meaning behind those ancient words, otherwise the magic won't work)

This leads many to make the simple assumption that it's the language that is inherently magical and so it is only possible to make incantations in Kxënt'exo because it is Kxënt'exo

What these scholars don't know however is that there's a lot that goes into crafting an enchantment, you can't just say what you want the enchantment to do and then expect it to do it, you need to know which parts of the utterance you need to emphasize and which parts to say first and which later, etc.

Enchantment text would not be the same as a regular conversation or prose, it has this whole pseudo-poetic structure to it, but most of the codices on how to actually craft enchantments have been lost to time, what survives is more like compendiums of incantations with instructions for how to cast them and not much else

Theoretically if someone had that knowledge they'd be able to make enchantments in any language, adapting the different requirements based on the syntax and morphology of each language as necessary, but again, no one really knows how even the Kxënt'exo enchantments were put together

So at the end of the day the reason why Kxënt'exo would be used as the enchanting table language in universe is partially because some people believe its an inherently magical language, but also partially because even the people who figure out it's probably possible to enchant using other languages know that it would take far too much effort to figure out how to actually translate an enchantment properly when they could just read the Kxënt'exo one, I mean, they already learned to speak the language in order to access all of the ancient literature, so might as well just chant the Kxënt'exo phrases

#rambles #conlang #conlangs #conlanging #Kxënt'exo #enchanting table language #enchanting table #language #Minecraft #worldbuilding #fanlang

5 notes · View notes

rooksgambits · 9 months ago

Text

ROOKSGAMBITS; this is an INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, and PRIVATE SHADOW DRAGON ROOK roleplaying blog. written by bean (they/she). currently most up for DRAGON AGE and BALDUR'S GATE 3 rp. VEILGUARD SPOILERS PRESENT, but i will try to remember to tag them!!!

A STUDY IN: action girl; the anti-nihilist; beware the nice ones; chaotic good; dark is not evil; haunted heroine; jeanne d'archétype; pragmatic hero; soft is not weak; we help the helpless

✑ RULES » ABOUT » VERSES » HEADCANONS » MEMES

beta editor + xkit rewritten only! rules under cut, all else on carrd.

blogroll: @atomiqueen. @heartsdefine. @thanflowers. @thiefscant.

✒ REGULATIONS;

ONE. MY NAME IS BEAN/BEE. they/she. nonbinary lesbian. i’m 32, neurodivergent, and a full-time grad student with two jobs (so that will take up a lot of my time & energy). I’M WHITE. in the event that i fuck up and/or swerve out of my lane, i invite my friends and followers of color (or fellow white folks who are wiser than me) to let me know. i can and will do better.

TWO. SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE. this means i’m particular about who i follow and i will only write with mutuals. NOT SPOILER FREE. NO GODMODDING, metagaming, etc. EXCLUSIVITY IS RARE but not unheard of so you can find my mains/exclusives list here

THREE. I USE PRIMARILY THIRD PERSON PAST OR PRESENT TENSE, though i've been experimenting with second person more. when it comes to verb tense, i'll often check to see what my partner is most comfortable using and go with that. i can do one-liners or multipara threads, but longer things will likely take a bit more time.

FOUR. I SHIP CHEMISTRY, and i do not force ships because i’m not a monster. i definitely enjoy a good romance, but platonic and queerplatonic dynamics, rivalries, etc. are just as interesting for me to explore!

FIVE. IF I FOLLOW YOU, IT MEANS I LIKE WHAT YOU HAVE GOIN' ON AND WOULD LOVE TO INTERACT. it doesn't have to happen immediately, just down the line! i'll give most folks at least a week to follow back (thus indicating mutual interest in writing together at some point) before unfollowing. but if i really enjoy your blog/portrayal, i may stick around as a passive follower so long as i am welcome!

SIX. I PREFER TO BE HARDBLOCKED IF YOU NO LONGER WISH FOR ME TO FOLLOW YOU for any reason. this is so i don't assume tumblr unfollowed you for me and refollow, inadvertently crossing your boundaries. if i suspect someone has softblocked me, i will likely hardblock them myself to avoid refollowing in the future. i am generally quite liberal with the block button, as i'm serious about curating my online space.

SEVEN. PLEASE DO: BREAK YOUR REPLIES FOR ME UP INTO SMALLER PARAGRAPHS if we write together, as my adhd makes hugelong paragraphs difficult to read; ASK ME TO TAG YOUR TRIGGERS if i’ve neglected to do so (whether i’m following you back or not); LIKE MY STARTER CALLS, send me memes, turn my meme replies into threads (if we are mutuals); SHOWER ME IN PLOT IDEAS and ooc chatter; HAVE PATIENCE with me on all of the above; FEEL FREE TO UNFOLLOW ME at any time for any reason, as i will be reserving the right to do so myself

EIGHT. PLEASE DO NOT: USE SUBSMALL TEXT or multiple spaces between words in our threads as i find both difficult to read; UNFOLLOW/REFOLLOW to get my attention (it won’t be the kind of attention you’re hoping for); EXPECT ANY KIND OF IMMEDIACY FROM ME IC OR OOC. i love making friends via roleplay, but i’m one smol nerd just trying to have a good time and i won’t stress myself out by trying to keep up with everything at once. just know it’s not personal, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i have the energy.

NINE. I WILL GLADLY: TAG NSFW AND TRIGGERS appropriately and accommodate those who ask to the best of my abilities (most nsfw will be tagged #usfw with images also being tagged #nsft; triggers will be tagged #trigger tw and/or #trigger cw); WELCOME LGBTQIA+ HEADCANONS; USE MY SHITPOST TAG (#blacklist for less soft nonsense.) on most of my inane ooc content so feel free to block it.

TEN. I WILL TRY: TO REMEMBER IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO BE REBLOGGED FROM, but please note that I have ADHD and may forget. often and repeatedly. (a bit more info about this can be found here.) if being reblogged from on the reblogging website really bothers you, please feel free to block me as needed. relatedly, i don't really care if you reblog things from me that aren't in-character roleplay posts and/or headcanons. i do think it's polite to reblog a meme from the source if you don't send one in, especially if it's a headcanon meme, but i don't consider it a blockable offense.

ELEVEN. I WILL NOT: FOLLOW BLOGS THAT DON’T HAVE ANY RULES OR GUIDELINES set up; exceptions to this are reserved for muns i already know aka those whose boundaries i’m already familiar with; FOLLOW MANY BLOGS THAT INCLUDE CHARACTERS from game of thrones and/or house of the dragon, as i’m just not comfortable having a lot of ASOIAF content on my dash; exceptions to this are typically reserved for people i already know and/or multimuse blogs that include other fandoms/muses i’m interested in

CREDITS. icons / icons / icons / icons / icons

#ooc.#bean.#white.#they/she.#30+.#est.

3 notes · View notes

clairelsonao3 · 2 years ago

Text

Author Ask Tag Game

Thanks to @i-can-even-burn-salad @tabswrites and @mysticstarlightduck for this tag a few weeks ago, around the time I took a break from tag games. Back on the horse, though.

1) What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

I don't really "choose" lessons or themes. They emerge. But if Good Slaves Never Break the Rules had a lesson, it's probably about The Power of Love, not only romantic love, even though it's a romance, but love for our fellow humans and love for ourselves. And the power of choosing love over hate, despite how cruelly we may have been hurt in the past -- or how we may have hurt (or perceive that we have hurt) others.

2) What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

The world of GSNBTR owes a lot to (mostly) fanfics with modern slavery AUs that I have read and enjoyed over the years. I basically took all my favorite elements from those stories, mashed them together, and threw in a few of my own unique touches. And of course, the worldbuilding has expanded from there, in many cases in much more detail than I imagined it would when I started.

3) What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

My two MCs both start out with their separate goals -- her to get through university and become independent, him to find his sister -- which end up merging into one singular goal (save their loved ones and defeat the villain, essentially) by the end of the story. Learning to trust and work together is part of the journey they undergo, and with their individual strengths, they end up making an incredible team. So I guess demonstrating that is what I'm trying to achieve with them.

I want to make readers feel something. It doesn't even have to be necessarily what I feel, or what I set out to make others feel. If you feel anything -- love, fear, sadness, shock, hate, disgust -- while reading this, my work here is done.

4) How many chapters is your story going to have?

At this point (I just posted Ch. 27), I suspect not more than 40, give or take. (But take this with a grain of salt; the number has already expanded several times). We are in Act III and it's outlined in detail, with may of the scenes at least partially written, but I'm just not sure how long each chapter/scene is ultimately going to be and how and where they'll be divided. I have an idea of that, but I can't decide it ahead of time; I only know when I sit down to write and edit the chapters.

5) Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original (although I'm not afraid to admit there are some fannish elements/tropes to it) and I'm posting it on Ao3! It will eventually be an ebook as well. It probably won't ever migrate over to Tumblr, unfortunately, not only because of the time and energy that would require but also because the NSFW and romance elements make it much better suited for Ao3, I feel. Also, having it in one place only allows me to gauge exactly how many people have read it and engaged with it (not that that really matters, but still!)

6) When and why did you start writing?

When? As soon as I could pick up a pencil and string together letters on a page to form words. Why? Because telling stories is in my blood (literally; my dad is also a writer).

7) Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

Write what you want. It sounds simple, but I spent way too many years of my writing life writing what I thought OTHER people wanted, and it almost derailed my ability to write altogether because it made me so damn miserable.

For newer writers: If you find yourself beginning a writing question with the words "Is it okay to..." or "Can I..." just stop right there. The answer is "yes."

I follow more people than just about anyone I know and I think most of them are writers; it's in the 4 digits. So I'm going to put this question aside for now and start working on a post of my favorite Tumblr writers and stories, so for future similar questions, I'll be able to direct you to that.

This one was going around a few weeks ago and IDK who's done it so OPEN TAG!

Template under the cut

1) What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

2) What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

3) What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

4) How many chapters is your story going to have?

5) Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

6) When and why did you start writing?

7) Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

#my writing #gsnbtr #tag game

15 notes · View notes

honewolf · 1 year ago

Text

CARRD . AESTHETIC . MUSIC . ETC .

❝ 𝐼 manage because i have to . because I've no other way out . because i've overcome the vanity and pride of being different . i've understood that they are a pitiful defense against being different . because I've understood that the sun shines differently when something changes , but i'm not the axis of those changes . the sun shines differently , but it will continue to shine , and jumping at it with a hoe isn't going to do anything .

independent roleplay blog for geralt of rivia of the witcher series . will take influences from the witcher 3 : wild hunt , the netflix series , the comics , and the novels . ( all of which , i am still consuming ) . portrayed by aster ( they / them , white , 25 yrs ) .

temporary rules below .

*** my verses will be flip flopping around until i can establish where i'd like my main verse to be ! for now , i'm mostly writing in the beginnings of the witcher 3 : wild hunt , and / or the first season of the show . i am new to the witcher as a series and am taking my time consuming all the media , so apologies if i get anything wrong at first ! thank you for your patience ! on that note , i do not mind spoilers .

currently reading : sword of destiny .

i . i am mutuals only! please be patient with me IC and OOC . that means writing-wise, IMs, discord, asks, etc. I am not and will not always be in the mood for chatting or even writing.

ii. there is a lot of content i won't interact with for my own comfort / triggers / etc . please don't be offended if i don't follow back, as the reason could be something as simple as i don't jive with the series you write from !

iii . in regards to shipping, i am multi-ship and open to being ship - exclusive . i like to be friends with my ship partners and put a lot of work and development into my ships , and really wanna dig into what love means for geralt in different aspects of her life ( romantic or otherwise ) . i portray geralt as pansexual , demiromantic .

iv . there WILL be triggering content on this blog ! i will tag everything that I can think to tag , but if you'd like something specific tagged , please just shoot me a message ! the witcher can be pretty dark , but , i'll never purposefully try to make anyone uncomfortable . on the note of content , nsfw will be present . minors do not interact .

v . there's a classic don't be a freak criteria that i keep about my blogs , and i do not mind softblocking or hardblocking to keep myself comfortable . i respect the same vice versa .

vi . ultimately i'm here to hang out and have fun and not take things too seriously . thanks for reading , and i hope we can get to interacting soon !

#. . . * PINNED .#omg hiiiii

6 notes · View notes

atomiqueen · 1 year ago

Text

this is an INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, and PRIVATE rp blog for LUCY MACLEAN of amazon prime's FALLOUT tv show. written by bean. mainly show & headcanon based, as i slowly familiarize myself with the lore. oc & dupe friendly! NOT SPOILER FREE.

A STUDY IN: being neutral good in a chaotic neutral world; a variety of tv tropes (the pollyanna, action girl, martial pacifist, the golden rule, took a level in badass, the conscience, break the cutie)

✑ CARRD » ABOUT » HEADCANONS » MEMES

beta editor + xkit rewritten only! rules under the cut; everything else on carrd.

wandering the wasteland with: @radiaking

blogroll: @heartsdefine. @rooksgambits. @thanflowers. @thiefscant.

✒ RULES & GUIDELINES;

GENERAL: SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE. this means i’m particular about who i follow and i will only write with mutuals. my blog is semi-iconless (depending on the muse/if i feel like making icons or not). NOT SPOILER FREE. NO GODMODDING, metagaming, etc. EXCLUSIVITY IS RARE but not unheard of so you can find my mains/exclusives list here

WRITING: I USE PRIMARILY THIRD PERSON PAST OR PRESENT TENSE. i'm not entirely comfortable roleplaying in first or second person (yet). when it comes to verb tense, i'll often check to see what my partner is most comfortable using and go with that. i can do one-liners or multipara threads, but longer things will likely take a bit more time.

SHIPPING: I SHIP CHEMISTRY, and i do not force ships because i’m not a monster. i definitely enjoy a good romance, but platonic and queerplatonic dynamics, rivalries, etc. are just as interesting to explore!

FOLLOWING/UNFOLLOWING: IF I FOLLOW YOU, IT MEANS I LIKE WHAT YOU HAVE GOIN' ON AND WOULD LOVE TO INTERACT. it doesn't have to happen immediately, just down the line! i'll give most folks at least a week to follow back (thus indicating mutual interest in writing together at some point) before unfollowing. but if i really enjoy your blog/portrayal, i may stick around as a passive follower so long as i am welcome!

BLOCKING: I PREFER TO BE HARDBLOCKED IF YOU NO LONGER WISH FOR ME TO FOLLOW YOU for any reason. this is so i don't assume tumblr unfollowed you for me and refollow, inadvertently crossing your boundaries. if i suspect someone has softblocked me, i will likely hardblock them myself to avoid refollowing in the future. (i am generally quite liberal with the block button, as i'm serious about curating my online space.)

PLEASE DO: BREAK YOUR REPLIES FOR ME UP INTO SMALLER PARAGRAPHS if we write together, as my adhd makes hugelong paragraphs difficult to read; ASK ME TO TAG YOUR TRIGGERS if i’ve neglected to do so (whether i’m following you back or not); like my starter calls, SEND ME MEMES, turn my meme replies into threads (if we are mutuals); SHOWER ME IN PLOT IDEAS and ooc chatter; HAVE PATIENCE with me on all of the above; FEEL FREE TO UNFOLLOW ME at any time for any reason, as i will be reserving the right to do so myself

PLEASE DO NOT: USE SUBSMALL TEXT or multiple spaces between words in our threads as i find both difficult to read; UNFOLLOW/REFOLLOW to get my attention (it won’t be the kind of attention you’re hoping for); EXPECT ANY KIND OF IMMEDIACY FROM ME IC OR OOC. i love making friends via roleplay, but i’m one smol nerd just trying to have a good time and i won’t stress myself out by trying to keep up with everything at once. just know it’s not personal, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i have the energy.

I WILL GLADLY: TAG NSFW AND TRIGGERS appropriately and accommodate those who ask to the best of my abilities; WELCOME LGBTQIA+ HEADCANONS; USE MY SHITPOST TAG (#blacklist for less soft nonsense.) on most of my inane ooc content so feel free to block it, that’s why it’s there

I WILL TRY: TO REMEMBER IF YOU DON’T LIKE TO BE REBLOGGED FROM, but please note that I have ADHD and may forget. Often and repeatedly. (A bit more info about this can be found here.) If being reblogged from on the reblogging website really bothers you, please feel free to soft/block me as needed. Relatedly, I don’t really care if you reblog things from me that aren’t in-character roleplay posts and/or headcanons. I do think it’s polite to reblog a meme from the source if you don’t send one in, but I don’t personally consider it a blockable offense.

I WILL NOT: FOLLOW BLOGS THAT DON’T HAVE ANY RULES OR GUIDELINES set up; exceptions to this are reserved for muns i already know aka those whose boundaries i’m already familiar with; FOLLOW VERY MANY BLOGS THAT INCLUDE CHARACTERS from game of thrones and/or house of the dragon, as i’m just not comfortable having a lot of ASOIAF content on my dash; exceptions to this are typically reserved for people i already know and/or multimuse blogs that include other fandoms/muses i’m interested in

MUNDANE: MY NAME IS BEAN/BEE. they/she. nonbinary lesbian. i’m 32, neurodivergent, and a full-time grad student with two jobs. I’M WHITE. in the event that i fuck up and/or swerve out of my lane, i invite my friends and followers of color (or fellow white folks who are wiser than me) to let me know. i can and will do better.

CREDITS: banner, promo, psd

#ooc. ( a suspicious lack of dragons )

5 notes · View notes

xo-lesserafim · 2 years ago

Text

FIXING CUPID’s BROKEN HEART

sunghoon long fic

synopsis: Many generations ago, Park Sunghoon’s family were the first ever Anti-Cupid, always causing people to get their heart’s broken. The Parks have 2 rules they must always follow. 1, always stay in their disguise when around mortals, and 2, stay away from their enemies, Cupids and to never engage or worse, fall in love. On February 14, a day full of love and the day where So Y/N, the daughter of the Cupids, had her heart-broken. Having a change of heart for a bit, Sunghoon goes to comfort her, later realizing who he engaged with.

In which Anti-Cupid’s child, accidentally breaks the most important rule his family has, and instead of break a heart, fix a heart (and fall in love)

( very important note, so when i mean like staying in disguise, he has to hide his wings and stuff etc!)

cupid’s match — anti-cupid!enemy!sunghoon x fem!cupid!reader

cupid’s disclaimer — bad jokes/humor, swearing but not ( like fxck to fudge, etc) arguments more to add🤗

cupid’s allies — enhypen, 04 of Ive, Hyujin of stray kids more to add

cupids making – 082523

cupid’s words — 623 for teaser

cupid’s note — WOOO THE TEASER EVERYONE PARTY! idk when imma release the whole thing tho. But i hope soon!

Before you read, and sunghoon’s way to say love around his family is hate “ like i hate you too mom!” and you might be confused on how Sunghoon's parents fell in love if they’re anti-cupids, they broke each-other's hearts. Send an ask if you want more info

back to masterlist

back to enha masterlist

“Sunghoon! What do I always tell you,” his mom yelled. “Always to stay in disguise around mortals, and to never engage with Cupid’s,” he replied, groaning. “Always keep it in your head dear,” Mrs. Park said, smiling. “Anyways, hurry up now, we wouldn’t want you to be late.” “Alright mom,” he said, hurrying up to get his shoes on, slowly tying them. “I’m on my way mom, I hate(love) you,” heading out the door. “Hate you too! Breaks some hearts today.”

February 14, the day he and his family hated. All the love in the air, he wanted it to burn to the ground. “Always try to discreetly ruin a confession,” he reminded himself. He could feel that this year will be the year where there will be many confessions he had to ruin.

He walked into Belift High, disgusted by all the hearts, and all the lovey-dovey stuff, he pushed through it. He noticed you, a huge Valentines enthusiast (and it was your birthday). He just ignored everyone until his best friends, Jay and Jake called for him.

“Happy Valenti-” Jake said as Sunghoon was walking to them. “No,” he replied. He hated those words. “You know how much I hate those words guys.” “If I could, I would delete those words from the dictionary!” “I would ev-.” He almost said as the bell rang. “Dang, whatever but you guys know what I would say.” He said. “Even bring them to a fire world.” Jake and Jay said in sync, walking to their classes.

Y/n’s pov.

“Finally! Class is done, and I get to ask him out!” You thought, excitedly. Hwang Hyunjin. The popular boy of grade grade no, the entire school. Today was the day where you’ll confess to him. You’ve guys grown closer from a project in a class, and you think he actually likes you! I mean you’ve seen glances, and he’s given compliments many times before! You actually think you don’t need to use your arrows or love potions!

You meet up with your friends outside. “Today’s the day huh?” Rei asks. “Obviously! I planned out how this will go. It will go perfectly!” You said excitedly. “Well good luck girl!” Wonyoung said, cheerfully. “And you have to let us know what happens.” Liz adds. “Of course, I would tell you guys everything.” You said. “Oh it’s time to meet him! I’ll see you guys later!”

Hearing Good Lucks and Bye’s while waving at them, you feel confident, but oh how it will go horribly wrong.

“Hyunjin!” You said waving, walking into the cute cafe you’d talk about a lot to him. “Hey YN!” He said, waving. Gosh he is so cute! “Happy Valentine's Day Hyunjin.” You said. “Happy Valentines Day YN” he replied back, smiling. “Here I got you your regular.” He said, giving you your drink. He even remembered your drink order! “Do you know why I wanted to talk to you?’ You ask. “Tell me why.” He says. “I like you Hyunjin.” Silence overcame between. “What?” He asks. “I like you Hyunjin, ever since 6th-,” “I’m sorry but I don’t feel the same.” “What?” “I like Wonyoung…” You and Silence became one person for a bit. “That’s okay!” You said,checking your phone. “Oh, um I have to go tho. But don’t worry! It's completely chill with me.” Paying for your stuff, and dashing out, running to the park nearby.

Walking nearby, Sunghoon saw you run out the cafe, curious about the recent event he ran after you. Seeing you on a bench, crying so hard, he sat by you.

“Are you okay?” Looked up at him.

“Why is he asking me if I’m okay?!”

“Why am I asking her if she’s okay?!”

t.list : @wonfied @misokei @cherrysvng @sobun1est @sureogi

send an ask or comment to be added!

19 notes · View notes