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[dcviated]

@convxction sent: Chrom passes by and the chances to encounter this is like making Gaius cut on sweets--ridiculously impossible. Yet, here he is. He passed by where Tharja was collecting some ingredients (naga only knows what) when he heard her humming to herself. Oh, he is going to be killed, isn't he? Would it be too late to retrace his steps back and pretend this didn't happen? He will try. At least, it is better to directly face her. The lord took a step to the back and because bad luck does come in three, he stepped over his cape, making him lose his balance and find himself falling on his back. Mission ... not very successful. She is definitely now aware of him. "On my honor I was not sneaking up on you or anything!" He raised his arms in defence, flailing in front of his face. "Believe me! Listen, I didn't hear much and by naga's name i will stay my tongue of this. I don't even remember what just happened. .. mercy?"

Spending the majority of her life in a comparatively arid climate, access to certain fungi and reagents were difficult to come by for Tharja. Outside of bartering and trades (troublesome socializing) (people were often idiots) there was little to no recourse for the dark mage. This is an opportunity. She would not be missing it.

"Hehehehe~ it's good we'll be stopping here for a few days. I can make use of this time. Healthy alewart and look at the size of these... hm hmm... hmhmhmhm~" A song from a distant memory is recited under her breath as she works. Dark hair swaying as she turns this way and that, enthusiastically tracking down more plants and mushrooms to add to her pack.

"And what could~ I make with you~" Potions for the army were boring. Imagine a concoction that would be able to-- CRASH!!!

Chrom's entrance is as elegant as ever, which is to say- not at all. How he leads this group is fortunately carried by that strange charisma rather than fantastic shows of dexterity. He speaks, but she's barely listening to excuses. With a crack, her head twists hauntingly on her neck to glare at him with the foulest intent.

"Chrom...."

"No. That you will not. Not to anyone. Not to anything. Ever."

HEX!!!! HEX!!!! SILENCE!!!! FORGET!!!!!

Mercy is not here. He'll be lucky he can breathe by the time these start to wear off. But. At least he's not dead? Small mercy. Tharja took away the memory, maybe a bit too broadly. Why was he wandering in the woods again...? That's his problem for now. Tharja's is getting over the embarrassment of being witnessed and scuttling away with the finds she'd procured.

[2c75ff]

tag dump;

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— ic ▸ what's so foolish about wanting to have a little fun? — ooc ▸ we're gonna hit you with the aftermath — inbox ▸ and what do you want now? — memes ▸ nobody is as strong as i am — headcanons ▸ a part of the game — drabbles ▸ you're hitting your limit while i'm just getting in it — countenance ▸ am i giving you a hot flash? — my art ▸ you ain't seen the best of me yet — crack ▸ your sensors must be malfunctioning — saved ▸ too much is not enough

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— musings ▸ my whole life all i wanted was a change of pace — aesthetics ▸ break out the gate with a rock in your walk — fashion ▸ talking the talk; put up or shut up — interests ▸ you know it ain't easy running out of thrills — audio ▸ we make it loud

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[reidrum]

glory of the snow

note: the return of insecure!reader my beloved <3 i had a bunch of requests to bring her back so i hope we like it! this is really just a gentle reminder from spencer that we should be kinder to ourselves. also i wanted to have them actually fuck but it didn't seem right to fit that in here so ,,, part 2 question mark who is to say. anyways my inbox is always open for any thoughts, comments, questions, musings all of it! love y'all mwah

summary: you freak out when spencer walks in on you accidentally, and he just loves you too much to let it go

cw: smut 18+ minors dni, fingering, masturbation (r, just mentions), heavy petting/kissing, comfort, talks of intimacy issues, self-deprecating reader

wc: 3k

“Oh, sweet girl.”

Three words, maybe two and one syllable, that in any other instance would have had you melting into a puddle at the softness it reared. Words that have so easily turned you into a preening cat but are now aimed at you, albeit no judgement from his end, with no room for escape.

Spencer had come home after a long day of paperwork when he first heard it. He would have brushed it off if it didn’t happen again moments later, and louder. Concerned, he walks toward the bedroom, a flush rushing to his face as he comes to recognize what it is. A small crack of the door allowed him the glorious sight of you in the center of the bed, hand between your legs, eyes shut in ecstasy. You’re mesmerizing to him and he really can’t bring himself to look away, and he doesn’t notice himself subconsciously leaning on the door causing a faint creak that alarmed you to his presence. In that moment, however, he’s less worried about scaring you, and more about the overwashing look of shame on your face.

The soft creak of the door pulled you out of your daze, screaming when you saw the figure behind the door. Your eyes are bulging out of their sockets nearly, heartbeat still racing with adrenaline from when you haphazardly threw the blanket over yourself. You were conflicted, but getting caught doing something that is a common and completely normal instance in relationships really shouldn’t make you feel this guilty. Although you do know the guilt was created by a previous version of you where you had told Spencer that you wanted to take the pace of your relationship slowly, and had little to no desire to engage in such activities for the time being. Or so you said.

He cautiously steps closer, careful not to startle you further, “I’m not upset, or anything.”

You’re not upset either, you’re mortified. “I lied to you.”

“You did…but I don’t think you meant to, right?”

There had been a time where you were tangled all up in him, and poor Spencer, his hands were in the wrong place at the wrong time to no fault of his own and entirely yours, and your shutdown was unavoidable. The blood in your veins seized up like crystallizing water turning into ice, paralyzing both the physical and mental before you could realize.

Intimacy for you was a complicated concept. While it wasn’t novel or unwanted, physical intimacy was something you struggled to accept with open arms. Call it a consequence of your self perception, but it was hard to accept the soft touch of love when you felt like you didn’t deserve it. Spencer never minded, although his heart ached to make you see yourself the way he saw you, he was always more than willing to meet you where you were.

It almost pains you with how understanding Spencer was of the whole situation because you knew any other person would be deeply upset. Every other person was upset.

Spencer never was just any other person, you suppose.

“I don’t know how to explain this.” Another lie, you could easily explain the reason.

It’s not that you weren’t ready, it��s that you didn’t feel like you looked ready. The thought of subjecting Spencer to the one dark cornerstone of your being in the early days of being together seemed illogical and burdensome, and so it was more simple to play it off as wanting to take a slow pace.

But, as biology would see it you have needs and your boyfriend just happens to be so detrimentally attractive that the simplest act has been sending you into a hot fit as of late. The culprit this time was an innocent mirror picture of him at the store trying on new trousers. You had no chance.

You had found that your intimacy issues lie within extending it to others, and less with yourself. The solution of you finding release on your own quickly became a habit when you realized there was no fear on your own. There’s no one to let down if you’re alone.

Spencer perches at the foot of the bed, flat hand outstretched on the blanket towards you but keeping a comfortable distance, “You don’t have to explain anything, honey.”

“No I know, but—fuck—I should.” you bury your face, choosing to only speak to him from behind your hands for now, maybe forever.

He takes a moment to take inventory of your physical being—you don’t look in pain. Clearly you didn’t sound in pain. Your face is flushed, and though he’s sitting a little far from you, the heat radiating from your body hits him like a space heater.

“Sweetheart…I’m not upset.” he repeats, in hopes a reminder might provide reassurance.

It doesn’t. “You’re never upset at me, it’s concerning.” you mumble.

“You make it kind of hard to be upset at you, ever really.” Spencer braves and lays a hand on your leg.

You take a deep breath, the cold of his hand grounding you more and more. Spencer senses the calm it’s bringing you and rubs circles into your calf.

“Can you tell me what you’re feeling?” he asks gently.

What are you even feeling? You ponder for a moment—anxious, nervous, bad.

“Embarrassed.”

“Honey, there’s nothing embarrassing about masturbating. In fact, it’s more than healthy to do it to keep cortisol levels low,” he explains, “I just don’t know why you didn’t…want to tell me.”

The guilt swirls in your gut, hearing the twinge of hurt buried beneath the comfort he’s laid out for you. He just wants to help you, but you won’t let him in and that hurts him more.

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“How so?”

“It’s just…I…Look it’s…You’re just so hot—“ you slip out, clamping your hand over your mouth before leaking any more intrusive thoughts.

A faint smirk ghosts his face, “I’m…hot?”

“No—Well, yes. I just…ugh.”

“Okay, okay calm down,” he scoots closer and gently brings the hands covering your eyes to rest in your lap, “You don’t need to be all secretive, you know I’d never judge you.”

“I know,”

“I just thought you wanted to wait.”

“I do.”

“But, not with me? It’s okay if it's not with me.”

“Spence, I do. It’s not that.”

“Am I missing something?”

You gulp, “I just…it’s a personal problem. With me. Not you.”

His brows furrow, “Like what, baby? Do you need to see a doctor?”

“Yeah, if a doctor can fix my shoddy self esteem and make me like myself again.” you chuckle.

He doesn’t laugh. 

The pause he takes seems to be ages long before he speaks again, “Angel, how long have you been feeling like that?”

You’ve been caught red-handed, water filling up the tank faster than you can tread, “It’s nothing, I was just joking.”

“Hey,” he says with a rare firmness, “How. Long?”

You deflate under his hard gaze, “A…while…long enough… for it to feel like a…like a default setting, I guess.” you trail off.

Spencer couldn’t hide the hurt on his face if he tried. Not hurt from your lack of admission, hurt that you had felt like this for so long, dealt with this for so long on your own, and he didn’t even know.

All he ever hoped and wanted was for you to be happy, and if he could be the source of that he would ask for nothing more in life. So to hear about you struggling with this, that you felt like you had to keep it to yourself, was heartbreaking.

Spencer remains in his head a little too long as he’s broken out of it by your small voice, “Are you sure you’re not mad?”

He sighs and moves to sit next to you, making sure he stays above the blanket for your comfort. His back is against the headboard of the bed, and he raises his arm a little, gesturing for you to fill the you shaped crevice. You hesitantly move into the space, hating how you feel every move you’re making is calculated, but all of that goes away the second your head meets his chest and his hand comes up to comb through your hair, the other smoothing your arm down, and all you’re left with is him.

“I promise I’m not mad,” he whispers softly, “Just wish you told me. I would have helped you.” He’s intentional in his wording—would, and not could. Could implies he has a choice, a want to do or not do something. I could have helped you, or I could have not helped you. Would is finite, he is doing it because it is programmed in him that caring for you is a need. I would have helped you because it is the only thing I know to be certifiably true, that you deserve to be cared for.

“It sounds stupid out loud but I was afraid you wouldn’t like me the same if you saw me like…that. It seemed logical for me to remove that option altogether.”

His heart aches painfully, and he wishes he could take everyone who’s made you feel that way to target practice. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I would spend every day of my life proving that to you.” he utters with unequivocal resolve.

You sigh out shakily, “You’re too kind to me.”

“I’m always kind to you. You deserve kindness. You deserve a lot of things actually…” he trails off.

“Like what?” you ask.

“Well, did you um—” he trails. You look at him quizzically, he continues, “Like before I came in did you…finish?”

Oh. “Oh. I…I don’t think I did, actually. It’s okay though, no big deal.”

He stares at you intently, “Do you want to?”

Your eyes widen, “Spence oh, no it’s okay really you don’t have to do that.  

“You’re encouraged to say no if you feel even an ounce of doubt, but I’m offering because I love you and I want to show you that you can feel safe with me, even when you feel otherwise.”

The familiar sting returns to your eyes as the tears pool up. You’re not used to anyone putting this much effort and concern for your comfort, it’s a novel feeling but if Spencer is willing to handle you with as much care as he is, you’re ready to welcome that sentiment in with open arms.

“Yeah, yes.” you waver.

He grins and leans down, gingerly pressing his lips to yours. His hand ghosts from your calf to your knee, testing the water before moving more intent. An unwelcome yet familiar onset slowly rises, trying to break through to you, “Wait—“

He retracts his hand immediately, “You okay? We can stop if you need to.”

You shake your head. “No, no I’m fine. I just need a second.” you breath out, trying to self regulate. 

He pulls back his hand but you stop him, “No keep it there, it helps. I just…” You don’t know how to phrase it. You think it’s because you’re not in control. When you’re alone it’s only you at the helm calling the shots. But when it really comes down to it, the lack of control is nothing compared to the lack of predictability that comes with the former. Explaining that out loud was daunting to even think about.

Yet Spencer understands what you need, because he always knows what you need. His hand returns to your knee, giving it a soft squeeze, “You tell me to stop whenever you need to.”

He continues kissing you while smoothing his hand up your leg, making wide and sweeping motions across the plush of your thigh so you can feel where he is and where his hand is going. The gesture is comforting and makes you feel grounded, but your head is in a dreamy haze at how good Spencer’s hands feel on you.

The haze leaves through your lips as Spencer feels you sigh against him, feeling you relax more and more as the seconds go by. His hand reaches your upper thigh, fingers ghosting on the inside. “Is this okay?”

You nod, feeling your nerves idling like a distant wave in the ocean. But Spencer’s presence is a lighthouse shining through the fog and guiding you to his shores while the calm washes over you.

His fingers lightly trace the fabric of your panties, ones that you had slid back up your hips upon his entrance into the room. The motion causes you to jump and he pulls back to gauge your reaction. When he sees no fear in your eyes, more so stunned by your wide eyed gaze, his fingers move with more precision, adding more pressure to your clothed core.

A gentle gasp leaves you as he strokes up and down your slit. You’ve given up on continuing to kiss him, the feeling of his hands being too overwhelming to have both sensations at the same time. You tuck your head into the crook of his neck, your body involuntarily curving towards him as he draws symbols on you with his index. Your breathing gets heavier and faster the longer he goes, and soon small moans begin to escape you.

He drags his finger to the top of your panties and toys with the band, faintly asking, “You still with me, sweet girl?” You preen into the crevice of his neck as he keeps talking, “Want me to keep going?” 

He feels you nodding into him as you breathlessly whisper, “Please.”

His finger dips below the fabric and travels down to your entrance, gathering the slickness and spreading it all over you. “Fuck,” he curses softly, “Look how wet you are, baby.”

You whimper at his words and Spencer ascends to the heavens if there even is one, and if there is it’s the one where you sound like that for him. He circles back up to your clit, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves before sliding back your slit and repeating the whole sequence a few more times.

Your moans are coming out at a steady pace, and he’s been prodding around your entrance for some time now, teasing and edging you closer. “Gonna put a finger in now, okay? Doing so good for me, baby.” he murmurs.

The feeling of his finger entering you is satiating. But it’s not enough, and you need more. “Spence,” you manage to get out, “Can take another one, please.” His eyes shut tight as he revels in your desperation for him, and how cynical he must be to love having you at his mercy this much. He would confess the darkest of sins if you asked him in that tone, and he has no choice but to oblige. He stifles a groan at how easily the second finger slid in, his other hand moving up to play with your hair and cradle your head close to his chest as he works his ministrations.

The familar coil builds in your gut, but at an intensity you’ve never felt before. His fingers move in and out of you urgently, his thumb returning to your clit. He’s a man determined to get you there, and your moans and cries of his name only spur him on further. After a few minutes your moans and cries turn into whines and babbles, and he knows you’re close.

His head leans down to croon in your ear, “Shh, it’s okay. I got you, sweet girl. You can come, ‘m right here.”

It’s enough to push you over the edge and you come harder than you ever have on your own, the waves of your climax overtaking you completely. Spencer continues to pump his fingers through your orgasm, talking you the whole way down. Mutters of praises and kisses flow through your subconscious as the euphoria high takes its peak and you come back down to this realm.

His hand smoothes your hair back as you continue to pant against his chest, words unable to find you.

“You okay?”

You finally catch your breath, “That was—fuck—the most insane orgasm I have ever had.”

Spencer beams at this. For one, his obvious and impressive skills that have stunned you into oblivion. And two, because you look so relaxed. The stark difference of your anxiety filled face from when he first came into the room to the blissed out daze you have right now makes his heart swell five sizes up.

He hugs you closer and whispers, “I’m so proud of you, angel. Thank you for trusting me.”

Sleep is fighting you hard as you laugh airily and tuck yourself under his arm again, “I don’t know why I thought that would be scarier.”

He sighs, his smile faltering but still fond, “Past experiences and self perception complicate the anxiety around sex and intimacy. It’s a natural response based on your lived experiences.”

“Oh.” you mutter, slight deject in your tone.

“But we can work on it, if you want.” he adds, “It’s all up to you with what you’re comfortable with and how you want to do it. If you’ll allow me, I’d love to help you in any way I can, angel.”

You really don’t know how you got so lucky. Someone so kind, and patient, and willing to be with you as you navigate these things you normally would have kept to yourself. You feel grateful to be able to bare a piece of yourself to him, and know that he would receive it with open arms, wrapping it up and handling it with as much care as he can bear.

You cuddle closer, and mumble before your eyes succumb to sleep, “Love you. So much.”

Spencer looks down maybe two seconds later and you’re already out like a light. He chuckles softly to himself and whispers, “I love you more than you’ll ever know, sweet girl. Good night.”

[strawberrysnoopy]

ACT ONE: The Photoshoot, Part Three of Four

prologue, part one, part two. warnings: tobacco, smoking, alcohol use, briefest mention of using alcohol as a coping mechanism, mentions of infidelity (as always), ada slander at times (sorry), texting for a while, leon's a bit of a perv,

author's note: btw I left the husband without a name so there's no overlap on you and your husband having the same name and you live in new york due to the modeling thing. I also try my hardest to keep the reader ambiguous because I realize that skinny, quirky, white girls aren't the only ones that read this series: if there's anything you'd like to recommend or change in the writing to be more reader-friendly, drop in my inbox and let me know! :) thank you guys so much for all the reblogs and 100 FOLLOWERS AHHH!! thank you thank you thank you!

The warmth of your fingers working against his cool and paled skin had him melting like a runny ice cream cone in your hands. His hand was on your hip, rubbing loving circles like he was trying to commit the warm feel of your flesh into his memory. This was the type of life he envisioned when he was younger: married to someone he loved deeply with every crevice of his being. He thought Ada was the person for him, but that was such a costly and emotionally unbalanced guess. "Thank you, honey." You nod in response, applying the rest of the stitching to his busted lip. His hands dare to move a little higher on your hips, squeezing your waist and getting some sick pleasure out of the way your breath stopped in embarrassment. The scene was perfect, just a good ol’ friend taking care of her busted up pal. Leon hated that he couldn’t find you earlier, sooner, before he could even lay eyes on Ada Wong. She had her charms, sure, but there was something about the soft lull of your presence, how gentle you were, how caring you could be with others that had his heart fluttering in his chest. He still can't believe out of all the places he could've met you, it was at a store while you were buying a bottle of wine for yourself and your husband. "Met" would have to be an overrated word in his dictionary. The truth was that Leon had first laid eyes upon you in a magazine. They had released their February shoot that show-cased entrepreneurial photographers on the rise, climbing their way to the top without a care in the world who they scratched on their way there. You happened to be the diamond in the rough, making everyone else's cliche photographs of "lust" or "revenge" or "innocence" themes seem drab. Your theme? Limerence. Beautiful, simmering, and chilling limerence. Your hair was pieced together lazily but curled neatly, wearing simple yet cryptic tops and little boy shorts that lovingly cradled your ass. The rookie photographer that snapped your photos had done a stellar job at making it seem like you were one of those once in a lifetime girls you met in college. He still had the magazine of course, stashed away in the depths of his closet: kept in pristine condition like a filthy little secret he loved to indulge in. "So..." He muses. He feels the little pause in your work, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "How long have you known? About your husband's infidelity?" You've always known. The first? A college girl in the first year of your "official" relationship Bubbly and vibrant and a fucking joy to be around. The kind of girl you see on ABC's 20/20 or some other type of true crime prime-time film. Your husband claimed it was a drunk hook-up. And the first time, you believed him. The second? A school teacher that looked, acted, and talked exactly like you. Maybe she was your long lost twin or some weird rip in the fabric of time and she happened to pop out. He claimed he was mad at you for the way you did laundry. You forgave him a second time, but you'd surely have a knife to his throat the third time.

"A while. It's just like some weird fact I live with, I guess. Like you have some chronic disease and it's something you deal with from time to time." He nodded, bringing your hand up to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. He knows you don't deserve that. Nobody deserves that. Yet, he always wondered why you stayed. Your husband was an asshole, although that shouldn't be a term that leaves his lips due to the fact he's supposedly your husband's best bud, but for the sake of doing the holy honor of defending you: he was a cheating dick that didn't deserve to be maritally bound to a woman such as yourself. "Wouldn't you get a divorce? I don't mean to be like...rude or anything but I would've thought that you're the type of woman to leave his ass once he cheats." And you were. Headstrong, confident, and self-assured—he's never seen an insecure model before, or maybe that's some weird stereotype he's made in his head unconsciously. "It's a tough situation." And that's all you have to say about your marriage. He nodded, understanding your reluctance to speak on the subject. He can't say he's any different from you either considering his marriage to Ada, the very reason he can't be with you. Especially so intimately. It’s hard. The safety of it all. Having someone next to you at all times despite the shitty relationship. He knew.

Now the bathroom is silent. You’re still doctoring up his wounds while he sits up on the marble counter-top. He really wants to say something until you step in for him.

“I can’t believe you fucked my husband up like that.” You say, pulling your hands away from his face to find some more antibiotic cream. He hates that he feels his head moving forward to get your hands back on him. Pathetic. He feels pathetic, especially considering he beat the dog shit out of your husband when you graciously invited him into your home.

“I’m sorry—“ He begins, you stop him once more.

“No. Don’t apologize. I was thanking you.” He nods again, finding the motion of moving his head back and forth too repetitive. “So, thank you.”

He boldly takes your hand in his own, squeezing it and kissing the palm—feeling like he’s turning into a crazy man when your fingertips brush against his lower eyelids and cheeks.

“You’re welcome.” He releases your hand from his own, feeling guilty for not saying more to you. He feels as if you deserve more than silence, and to be honest, with everything you've gone through this week, you definitely do. "I know I said it already but I'm sorry for saying that I wanted to—" He pauses, not wanting to be so crude with his wording but throwing caution to the wind as he had already fucked everything up so far. "Said that I wanted to fuck you, that's not fair to you nor your husband."

"It's okay if you do." His heart pulses in his chest at those words. He had expected you to ignore it, maybe slap him if you were really pissed. But you agreed? What the fuck, it's like he's living in a fucking alternate universe. "It's not a crime to find someone else attractive. The only thing wrong is if you act on it." That was true, but it never took from how much he dreamed about you. The times he's jerked himself off while thinking of your gorgeous body on his mind had grown to a disgusting amount. Hell, it's gotten to a point where he doesn't even fight it anymore and Ada being in the house used to stop him, but not anymore. He'll just go up to the bathroom and rub one out with your magazine in hand. "Then I guess I'm attracted to you." Your cheeks flush red at the admission, flaring a brighter color when his hand grips your hip once more. And tighter, too. Jesus Christ, the way this whole situation had been playing out like a steamy porno. First, your husband was gone in the hospital. Second, Leon was brought into your home. Alone. Third, he admitted he wants to fuck you. No, he has to resist. You were right. It's not wrong to be attracted to someone other than your spouse but you had him wanting to act. Wanting to drag you down to the marital bed you share with your husband and fuck you senseless. "So, do you want to stay the night tonight? Considering your car is broken down and everything." You ask, your tone beautiful and raspy like it always is.

Oh, God. He's gonna fuck you.

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[pinnesasong]

OOC. — INTRODUCTORY POST !

Greetings, everyone! My name is mon (the mod), 22, he/him. My main is @monnarchives and I like to post about my hyperfixations, shitposts, art, and all the other stuff that makes me happy !

Please allow me to introduce this new roleplay blog on the block! This blog is exclusively made and penned for the character 'Stick', who is portrayed by the actor Richard Stites, who appears in the beautifully haunting film, Dead Poets Society (1989) !

For continuity purposes, the universally acknowledged setting of the film is at Welton Academy, Vermont, in the academic year 1959. However, due to the lack of social media, and the internet as a whole at the time, some creative (modern) liberties will have to be at play.

Stick's character is underutilized and an undeveloped one, background at best, but that's actually the reason why I like him so much! Just like a blank canvas waiting to be painted upon, he has so much potential for future characterization and fleshing out; there is nothing that is set in stone. Come join me as I create, mold, and develop my own interpretation (headcanons, interests, relationships, etc.) for this wonderful character! Since his canon name is just a nickname, I've taken on the liberty of thinking about his full name. On here, it will be Mr. Sterling H. Spick.

(See what i did there? 'St' + '-ick' = stick)

I've also made a separate dossier/biography page for him, which can be found here, but it is still a work in progress! I will add to it, gradually of course, over the duration of my journey with him.

This blog is also part of a pre-existing DPS roleplay group! Joining my Stick muse are the following lovely fellows:

❧ Neil Perry @deadpoetperry

❧ Todd Anderson @sweaty-toothedpoet

❧ Charlie Dalton @dxltons

❧ Richard Cameron @r-cameron-tradition

❧ Steven Meeks @mr-ill-try-anything-once

❧ Gerard Pitts @gerardjpitts

❧ Knox Overstreet @yawp-knoxious

Our group is still in need of a Chris, Ginny, and/or another background character that anyone of you would be interested to develop alongside us! We'd be really happy to have you !

Stick is, at the very least, acquainted and friends with most of them, according to canon. Please don't hesitate to message me, ask, or interact; I am always down for relationship building, brainstorming, and talking !

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[harpershigh]

Então né é réveillon e eu tô no brilho na varanda da minha mãe vendo o respingo de queima de fogos atrasados na Baía de Guanabara então vim pro Tumblr postar merda grammarly save me

I wanted to thank all my beautiful friends of this rpc, the very first rpc I joined out of brazilian fandom, in a foreign language. Thank you for your kindness, your patience, and all the understanding you showed me this past seven months.

A very special thanks to @spiderwarden because Mel was THE inspiration for me to join the RP, and for all the advice and guidance given. Also thanks to her I met some of the nicest people on this website ILY QUEEN

@adorectrine thank you for being the very first person to hop in and embrace my OCs so lovingly, I hope we keep creating so many more little worlds together bestie

@rubistella , @fiendishfinesse , @demonwebs AQUI É O BONDE PESADÃO DAS BR TOMANDO A PORRA TODA KKKKKKK vocês são as pessoas mais legais desse site e EU AMO VOCÊS

@shimmerbeasts anyone who looks thinks "HOW TF THOSE TWO GET ALONG??" But YEAH we make our shit work despite the abysmal differences and I think this is SOOOO FUCKING COOL I'll look forward to keep throwing chaos at your inbox for a whole new year

@starsofnyx WIFEEEYYYY and also HUSBAAAAND I'm looooooving to ship with you and I hope to make my muses make out with every single muse in your blog we get to write much more fun things together in the year to come

@silvertiefling babygurl we barely started to write together and I already love you so much, here is to more sapphic shenanigans in the future

@abib918 talk to you is always a blast! I'm really glad for the amazing time my gamedev buddy <3 the senior citizens activities are on fire btw

@viconic my beloved you're a gem and our senior citizens and a middle aged one are having so much fun together it hurts, if Larian won't give us a proper Vicci X Jaheira WE MAKE OUR OWN YEAH

Shout out to @avernusfuries , @dicethrow , @whomuses , @baldurianrogue , @scourgeofaverrnus , @iron-hearts-ablaze , @chaoticbard , @bloodtwin , @accultant , @warwaited , @relentlessgrief , @ I can't possibly expect to remember everyone I want to swipe from the floor in a hug and spin but know that it applies even if you're not mentioned!

Also shout out to all the wonderful personals who follow and interact and scream about Jaheira with me, especially @jennycalendar who I dream about writing with I owe so many good headcanons and good content of this blog to! I love you Celia!

@graciescribbles , @bigdingus1234 , @githyankidanky , @thecubspeaks YOU ARE AWESOME!!!

I know I'm crazy and I can't thank you all enough for enabling my insanity writing and going feral with me!

It's been an honour to meet you all, IC and OOC alike!

And HAPPY NEW YEAR!! ♥️♥️♥️

[creativeinnovations]

Relax, I’ve got it. Ain’t no problem.

General information

This blog will almost certainly be canon divergent. It’s bound to happen with a game in alpha, so bear in mind any discrepancies are here to stay, and intentional!

This ask blog is run by a fictive! Ic actions =/= how he acts in-system.

More will be tossed in if needed.

Never hesitate to reach out! Ping, ask box, you name it. No biting here!

… you know what, magic!anons and similar welcomed, though they may be turned down.

General rules

Nothing nsfw! Flirting is fine, but keep things more friendly-leaning.

Don’t vent in the inbox. It will be deleted without hesitation.

I write my muse! Not you! Do not describe my actions for me!

Please feel free to tag us in things! Starters, art, you name it.

This blog is very loudly OC and crossover friendly. Please feel free to bash into DMs and asks with your characters and ideas. We delight in such things! Come be creative! That’s what this is here for!

Don’t hesitate to ask for a Roblox username! Happy to make new friends :)

Divider by me, for this blog specifically! Ain't free for use.

Bonus info + handy things under the cut

Tagging system

Mutterin’ | IC commentary - used for dash commentary most often. May also just be comments and such made impromptu for something to do, think of them like a soft starter call!

Outta th’box | Anon - generic anon tag for asks, applied to all non-specified anonymous questions. Specific anons will get their tag added, but keep the same structure otherwise!

Funny business | OOC - anything shared out of character gets this one.

Howdy hey | First Interactions - What it says on the tin! First interactions with people.

Doors’re open | Open Starters - Another one on the tin! If someone else has grabbed it, don’t be afraid to grab it too! The more th’merrier!

Here again | reblog - Reblogs of posts from the blog- will be given to loose reblog chains!

I know this one! | Friend Promo - Blog promo reblogs of friends.

Hard hitters | Big Questions - More of an internal note sort of tag. Applied to any ask or similar that prompts something massively important to him to be talked about at length

Silent weight | Lore scraps - Posts with this tag contain tidbits about Builderman, his life, and things on how the world itself may function. They'll be roleplays, rambles, anon questions, you name it. It may not always be clear what exactly is being tagged, and this is intentional!

Falsa Virtus | ?? - ….?

More soon, still need to settle!

All survivors will have custom tags! Yes! Even noncanon ones. Find them all here!

Survivor tags

An Odd Light | Wander

Fast'n Reliable | Elliot

Full of wit and rhymes | Dusekkar

Drakobloxxed kiddo | Sawyer

Forever phosaken by it all | Phos

If it's always been like that it ain't broken | Spawn

Killer tags

Non survivor tags

Stumb-lyn in | lynposting

a whole spectrum | spectral-studios

Fun notes & Reference Image

Builderman is 4’9. 4’10 in his boots.

Hell of a thick accent. Painful amount of contractions. This man is a walking nightmare of the English language.

He/him , aroace

Very aware of a lot of things people shouldn’t be aware of. Pointedly ignores this fact.

Always looks exhausted, like some sort of permanently exhausted pigeon.

Tries to hide how tired he is around new survivors. Often fails spectacularly.

Friends!

@c-mach - A friendly face. Mentioned in passing often.

@rushed-hours - Elliot! Good friend’n someone I’m mighty happy t’see around

Items received

(Didn’t think I’d need this but I’ll be keepin this list mostly for m’self)

ᵁⁿᵈᵉᶠᶦⁿᵉᵈ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ,

Claimed anons

🍁, P.O.P,

[revcnqe]

Thanks for reading my guidelines. I'm Midnight (she/they, millennial, CET). My activity level and reply speed are (very) slow, please don’t rush me. English is my second language, mistakes will happen and I apologize in advance. My blog operates in english (default) and german, both are equally fine.

About and Verses are currently procrastinated worked on!

01. GENERAL INFO (for non-rp blogs). Besides being a roleplayer I am also a hobby gif maker, personal blogs are welcome! Basic Tumblr etiquette applies: Don’t steal, repost or edit my gifs. If you want to insert a single gif into one of your posts please use the gif search function. Make sure you don’t reblog my roleplay content which includes tag games, writing examples, headcanons, threads and answered asks. Speaking of asks: I will generally react in-character whenever possible but I am not an IC ask blog.

02. DISCLAIMER. I am not affiliated with the creators of The Boys or the actor Karl Urban and I don’t own the character Billy Butcher. I claim ownership of my own written headcanons and texts. All graphics/aesthetics, gifs and colorings on this blog are mine, up from 2024 until present. Older promos and edits have psds credited in their respective posts.

03. CONTENT WARNING. To interact with me, you have to be 18+ (mun and muse). The Boys is an R-rated series and this is a general trigger warning for mature content such as — strong language, graphic violence and gore, physical and mental abuse, mention of sa, mention of child abuse, alcohol addiction, mental illness, terminal illness, trauma, sexual content, weapons, drug use, political and social commentary, sick humour, satire and overall rude behaviour which can be expected from this muse. I will only tag some of these on a regular basis. I use "trigger cw" and my n.sfw tag is "usft". Please let me know if you need a specific thing tagged. I don't have a lot of triggers but I would ask you to tag spiders and horror jumpscares in gifs for me.

04. MUN ≠ MUSE. It should go without saying but at the same time cannot be stressed enough. This is a morally grey/villainous character. If you are easily offended we’re likely not matching well. Butcher can be tremendously rude and aggressive, he swears excessively and is quick to insult your muse if he dislikes them or feels provoked. Make sure that you can handle interacting with such a muse and do not take anything from him personal or too serious. But if we started writing and, for any reason, you feel discomfort please communicate it. I’m always willing to take a step back and sort things out.

05. INTERACTIONS. Best way to get started is through sending me prompts or having prompts/opens available on your blog, so I can interact with those! I have some starter- and interaction calls and I will post opens occasionally. I just got started with Tumblr rp in early 2025, so my blog is a bit empty and I'm still learning and figuring things out. Memes and prompts are always accepted, they never expire. Please try to link to the post you've send me something from, it makes my life easier, but I won't get mad if you don't. My inbox is open to everyone but starters and threads are for mutuals only. Don't continue an answered ask or reply to an open if we're not both following each other.

05 a. FOR FAKEVZ FOLKS: I am very reluctant to roleplay or talk in-character in dms, for different reasons (exceptions can be discussed on rare occasions). Please respect this as an important boundary. I'd rather use my dms for plotting purposes and checking in with my writing partners. However, I am open to short form writing on the dashboard which includes IC-Talk, if you're interested. I'm also willing to write on a sideblog but this option is heavily limited to not overwhelm myself. We should have interacted, plotted or known each other for a while. I do not rp outside of Tumblr (Discord, Wire, Docs, Forums, etc.)

06. WRITING. No godmodding, power play, meta gaming. I also don’t like forcing or rushing certain dynamics that don’t feel like natural character progression. Plotting beforehand is welcome but not mandatory. If it ever feels like being stuck we can pause the writing and have a small plotting session between scenes or even for the same scene. I am a big fan of the “yes, and” approach, give me something to work with. I don’t have an estimated length for texts, it always depends.

07. REGARDING AI. My blog is strictly and firmly against the usage of AI. I will never use AI for writing or to generate images. If I ever accidentially reblog something AI-generated please let me know, but be respectful while you do so. I do not wish to write with you if you use AI, don't ever feed my writing to an AI, I do not consent to this.

08. FORMATTING. I don’t do a lot of formatting. I prefer small font, my writing is usually continuous text with no line breaks for dialogue. Let me know if this is difficult to read for you and I will adjust, no questions asked. Please try to trim your posts if possible. Generally, feel free to format your text as you wish but here are some things I have issues with: Excessive spacing between words (triple space and higher), excessive bolding or italicizing to a point where it distracts me; all caps, text from font generators (captions and highlighted phrases are perfectly fine but I can’t read a whole text in those fonts).

09. SHIPPING. I’m multiship and multiverse, every ship takes place in its own verse if not communicated otherwise. I rely heavily on chemistry, don't force things. The occasional smut might happen but I’m more interested in exploring dynamics outside of romantic shipping, such as allies, enemies, enemies to friends, found family, etc. and I'd love to have a setting where I get a chance to write Butcher as an unhinged villain and diverge from the canon liberally.

10. FOLLOWING. I will likely follow you first if I stumble upon your blog through community tags or shared mutuals and if I like your muse(s), your writing, aesthetics or all of the above! You can be sure that I have read your pinned post and rules. I follow every blog out of genuine interest and curiousity, not to collect follow backs, but please understand that it’s impossible for me to reach out to everyone. Don’t get offended when I forget and also never feel obligated to become mutuals. If you softblocked me in the past and I refollow you it’s accidentially. Hardblock me if you don’t want that to happen, I won’t take it personal.

11. ACTIVITY. My blog is labeled low activity. I am here for rp, but I like to do lots of other things on Tumblr, too. There’s periods of time where I don’t have the energy to work on drafts or talk to anyone. Rest assured that you never did anything wrong when I disappear for a while. What I’m not willing to do is constantly giving activity updates on a schedule. I might make a post on current stats every once in a blue moon and if I go on hiatus for longer I will highly likely make a post about it.

12. DON’T BE A CUNT. I have zero tolerance for homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableism, sexism, zionism, hateful comments in general, out of character drama, gossiping, constant negativity, passive aggressiveness, vague posting, guilt tripping, gaslighting and other similar behaviour. Just be a decent person and we’re fine.

13. THE MUN. So you're still reading? Much appreciated. <3 Read more info about me here and I can also be found @bitemcrks.

[sadb0yhourz]

《《《《《《 Welcome 》》》》》》》

Sad Boy Hours is an Indie Multi Muse blog where I'll be writing about these sad, sad men of KHR. These are my interpretations of the characters, so if they heavily differ from yours, that's cool, but this is my sandbox. 😃

There will be dark themes present in this blog!!

Trigger warnings include: violence, murder, attempted suicide mention, manipulation, gaslighting...

warnings will be added whenever this comes up.

About Mun

Mun tags

《《《《《《《《《《 Rules 》》》》》》》》》》》》

I have health issues, so please be patient with me.

I'm new to the rp scene, so if I miss some etiquette, please let me know!

No smut with any of the younger versions of the characters.

We can rp dark content, but please let me know beforehand so we can discuss it!

Please state which muse you want to interact with when sending an ask.

Multi-shipper blog, so I don't mind pairing a muse with multiple other muses. However, if that bothers you, don't interact with me. Also, shipping will be done if I'm feeling the pairing and characterization. Please ask if you want to ship our muses and I'll do the same.

Crossovers are fine but please do not interact if it involves Hazbin Hotel, Steven Universe, or Homestuck

Long prose or short, depending on how I feel the response should be.

Characters will be IC unless stated otherwise. Please be aware.

No godmodding. That means no deciding things for my characters!

Personal preference, but I like adding other characters into the mix when RPing instead of just my muse + other muse interacting. It makes the world feel more lived in! If you don't like that, let me know.

Non-RP blogs are okay to interact! ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

DNI: if under 20 or a bigot.

If you have a specific way you want the RP to go, talk to me about it, but know that I may not agree and thus will decline the RP.

Not following these rules will lead to me blocking you.

《《《《《《《《《《 Muses 》》》》》》》》》》》

Their tags below

sad boy hours: inbox

sad boy hours: headcanons

Yamamoto Takeshi

Gokudera Hayato

Dino Cavallone

Reborn

Hibari Kyoya

Byakuran

Kozato Enma

If anything else comes up, I'll add to it here.

Dreamie Mun

[deerlingboy]

hi ^.^ my name is faun and i use it/he pronouns! without sharing my age im a minor! i attend naranja-uva academy!

i love deermon, especially deerling! please talk to me about deermon!!

my team:

deerie: spring deerling

deerest: summer deerling

o’deer: fall deerling

bambi: winter deerling (i gave up on the puns here lol)

flora: spring sawsbuck

big mister: wyrdeer

and i have a spring deerling esp named cherry :3

woohoo its @soupspkmncorner back again with a new lil oc idea! mods name is soup, it/they prns, 24 y/o, likes/follows from @movedto-mementomoreeyes

faun is a kemonomimi! it wears spring deerling ears + a tail in its day-to-day life. deermon in general are its special interest but it has a particular focus on deerling/sawsbuck. ill make a reference eventually but until then just picture it as its pfp irl

whats allowed in the inbox?:

- pelipper mail/mystery gift

- pelipper malice

- musharna mail

- musharna malice

- magic!anon (TEMPORARY ONLY)

- union circle (PLEASE DM FIRST FOR PLANNING AND SUCH)

- ic hate ONLY if its funny

- any muse at all can interact ^^ eebies, hybrids, sapients, evil guys, self inserts, everyone is welcome

what isnt allowed in the inbox?:

- pelipper unmail (this may change)

- ooc hate

- anything suggestive/nsfw (will result in a block)

- bigotry, ic or ooc

anything else?:

- mod + muse are both neurodivergent, mod is physically disabled and full-time employed which may effect activity levels

- mod is part of kemonomimi subculture (im also a deer ^^)

last updated: 28/03/2025

[dukemeropide]

DUKEMEROPIDE | Wriothesley affiliated with Gnostic Hymns | PINNED

[ Basics ] [ Mun ] [ Headcanons ]

Notes:

Penned by Ree. They/them, 25+ years. I really only join the GH server during events so the best way to contact me is through Tumblr IMs, replies, or Discord DMs. I'm caught up with Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail, but what I know about Honkai Impact 3rd has been absorbed through osmosis. I currently also write Gallagher and Boothill.

ABOUT WRIOTHESLEY: Wriothesley is the administrator, also known as "the Duke," of the Fortress of Meropide, an underwater prison in Fontaine. He's lived there nearly all his life, both as a prisoner and as its admin, and thinks of it as his home. As such, he rarely leaves it. Contrary to popular belief, he is not a police officer and is only tasked with keeping prisoners inside the Fortress. If you want a thread where your muse serves time though, just ask! Personality-wise, Wriothesley is down to earth, intelligent, and levelheaded.

DUB: I base my characterization and dialogue on Daisuke Ono's performance.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Wriothesley's past deals with themes of child trafficking, neglect, and patricide, but he's a private person so these things will rarely come up in threads. However, I will tag upon request and will always talk to my partners about their limits.

TRIGGERS: I have none but will respect my partner's boundaries.

NSFW: Sexual NSFW is a no, and graphic descriptions of gore will be kept to a minimum.

POST FORMATTING: I use small text but nothing else. I don't care how my partner formats their posts as long as it's legible. I'm here to RP so readability > aesthetic

INBOX & PLOTTING: Always open for new things, so hit me up if you have an idea or just want to drop by Wriothesley's inbox to say hello.

SHIPPING: Naturally, I lean more toward shipping with muns I know well OOC. Communication is absolutely important for things like this and I prefer to have rapport built both OOC and IC before committing to anything. I like writing slow burns that take months, if not years, and usually this goes hand in hand with getting to know my partner better OOC too. I write Wriothesley with a greater romantic preference for women, but this does not overrule a potential male ship if the chemistry is good. Currently: courting but not in a relationship

[dcviated]

Pram whispers into Citrine's ear. "Brioche."

Daydreaming energy up! Pram knows all the right things to say. There's a small shudder as that expression on Citrine's face turns more dopey.

"Sourdough..."

[cosmicallybound]

i do believe it’s time to update my mains && finally add affiliates. what does this mean for y’all ??

if we are mains / affiliates this gives me the freedom to do a few things.

1. ( lovingly ) annoy y’all with inbox memes, starters, ooc messages via ims or discord, etc.

2. getting ( a bit of ) priority with regards to threads, responses, general ic interactions. this is not to say that everyone will be ignored, lordy no . . . but i’m an excitable writing partner && i tend to gravitate toward interactions with close friends first — typically because we’re constantly talking abt random ideas / threads.

3. specific tags for muse dynamics — does not have to be romantic.

4. basically, who wants to be besties && receive a set portion of my love && attention.

[anotherhumanpet]

Honestly, I'd love to see Dennis allow himself to get angry and lose his cool. He's earned it so badly.

Go into my inbox and tell me a situation you’d love to see my muse go through.

((You and me both, if I'm being honest!! He's been through a lot as is, and still regularly goes through a lot without ever really losing his temper about it. So, he's severely overdue for an outburst and releasing his pent up frustrations. I am just very picky/selective about when these episodes happen cause I feel more comfortable having this type of IC drama with partners/friends I'm in open communication with - similarly to how I only do fight threads with people I'm comfortable with. It's easier and [in a roundabout way] safer when I'm pulling these things with people I know I can talk with versus someone who might start turning things weirdly OOC and then I'm scrambling to do damage control with.))

[pryings]

The Setup.

Congratulations, you have chosen to undergo a psychological experiment in order to test the bounds of relationships and what the average individual deems appropriate behavior with a speed-dating simulation. You will be placed in a space with other like-minded subjects, where you will then converse about specific topics provided to you.

Your goals are to be as well liked as possible. We will act as facilitators for this simulation and watch the outcomes. We will be taking notes.

The Rules.

Signups will be from February 8th-13th. If you miss this window, your muse will not be allowed to enter the mini event. This is to give time for the organizers of the event (Ruaidhri and Arden) enough time to generate the lists.

The event will run from February 14th until February 20th.

You can sign up as many of your muses as you would like, but please note that the event runs for just over a week. Don’t overextend yourself!

Please tag all interactions #toaLoveHypothesis2024

Every participant will be paired with one other muse per round, which will be posted on Knoll’s blog. You may choose to do a thread with your partner, or you can send an ask. Please communicate with your partner to decide which works best for both of you!

At the start of each round, you will be assigned a random partner and a random conversation topic suggestion (you do not need to adhere to this topic, it’s just a suggestion for if your muse doesn’t know what to talk about).

The goal is to get your partner to like you! You want to impress your partner, and get them to give a thumbs up approval for the next round. Liking or disliking you does not affect whether you progress to the next round, only your score at the end.

At the beginning of each round Hubert or Knoll will go into each participant’s inbox and ask whether or not they like their paired partner. This ask is to be answered privately. You cannot change your mind once the ask has been answered.

Additional Info and Signup Form.

SIGNUP FORM HERE.

My muse is in a relationship/currently isn’t looking for a partner, can they still participate?

Yes, if you think they would sign up. The ic phrasing of the event as a psychological experiment or the logistics of a gathering like this appearing open-ended could lend itself to misinterpretation. Maybe a muse just showed up to make new friends. Whatever you want, they don’t need to have shown up with the goal of speed-dating if you don’t want them to have. Confused participants can also make for interesting threads. This, too, is data.

Do we have to follow the set topics assigned to us?

No, you can chat about whatever you wish. These suggestions are optional, to be used if you don’t know where to begin your conversation.

How many asks per round should we expect from the organizers?

One at the beginning of each round. Knoll or Hubert will ask you whether or not you like your partner. Answer it privately at any point before the round closes; unanswered asks will default to a ‘no.’

What happens if we’re disliked?

That’s unfortunate.

How will partners be chosen?

We will randomize the list of participants (rerolling only in situations where someone gets two of their own muses paired up).

Can we join the event late?

No. Once signups are closed, they’re closed; this is to make sure everyone is paired up evenly.

[utsubotm]

i love love love getting asks,,, ic or ooc. it's a good way to break the ice and give me a foot in the door to come bother people- maybe talk about our muses and potential ideas for threads if we want. so as a general rule; my inbox is always open, prompts or no, and anyone is welcome to send me things whenever they feel like it.