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[m1kaelsons]

just  really  into  the  comparison  of  klaus  being  detained  to  a  lion  in  a  cage

[scarredsands]

Ooooh she wants to go back out into the dunes so badly already.

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

╰┈➤ ❝ dawnbreaker!zayne x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 (backlog)

tags : pwp (with some plot), kinda porn with feelings, ambiguous relationship, that one "dawnbreaker slipping into dr. zayne's life" theory, angst (but…soft???), slight nipple play, needy/desperate sex, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, praise, use of "my love". lmk if i missed any tags!

wc : 1.8k

an : YELLS OK im like two days late on this… but… BUT !!! a belated birthday gift for my beloveddddd @dawnbreakersgaze !!! <333

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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST / KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

The Zayne you know has not been the Zayne you know...

You don't fall in love with someone in the span of a few days.

It didn't work that way—love was a fickle emotion; complicated, unpredictable… Terrifying. To approach it meant silent steps. It meant biding your time, holding out your hand, moving forward little by little…

…Ideally.

But love was powerful.

Love did whatever it wanted.

Love could take you in like a storm while you were unprepared; love could crash through your windows and hold you hostage despite your attempts to be gentle with it.

Love could turn the tables.

And sometimes that was what it felt like to be with him.

You wouldn't fall in love with someone in the span of just a few days—but perhaps, this case was a special one.

Your eyes were soft, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek. Gentle caresses moved over his skin, and you could see the way he melted under your touch. His own eyes were wide, lips trembling. An inexplicable emotion stirred within the depths of his gaze… And it was always like this.

It was always like this when he looked at you.

As if he could never believe that you were real.

"Zayne," you murmured.

He would swallow thickly, and give the slightest of nods.

"Zayne."

The same name, the same face, the same voice. Yet this Zayne, lying on top of you, caging your body between his arms… he was not the same.

Not the same… yet similar, nonetheless. A reflection of the other, you would think. He barely spoke, yet he barely looked away from you. He felt more expressive of his thoughts, but all the same time adamant on keeping them hidden. And no matter how many times you'd seen him, he felt hesitant, unsure, guilty… yet so, so, so full of the very same love that the Zayne you knew would always give.

You'd lost track of how many times this had happened.

They were sporadic, at first—moments fleeting and spaced apart, where you had learned to separate your Zayne and the other Zayne through the smallest mannerisms you'd notice to be different.

You watched the man before you draw in a sharp breath as your hand trailed down his face and over his neck, his collarbone… Such visceral reactions. He looked weak before you; so… broken. Every time he showed himself to you, there was a tense, unspoken sense of longing that hung in the air.

He was not your Zayne.

But he would reach out all the same to mirror your actions, run the pads of his fingers through your hair and down the side of your face… and you would let him.

He was not your Zayne, but he wanted to be. And seeing you in front of him made him feel so fragile. That look in his eyes told you that he could shatter at any possible moment.

"…It's okay."

Love was powerful, you thought.

He was not your Zayne, but he was still Zayne, after all.

You knew so little about him, but he was still Zayne. And if love was so powerful—then it could fix him, too. Couldn't it? Couldn't a little bit of gentleness… Couldn't a little bit of love… for him, as much as him—

Couldn't that help?

"…My love…"

Whenever he spoke, his words were short. It was hardly the matter-of-factness you were used to, hardly the witty quips and dry sarcasm that could parallel. This Zayne's words were short, his voice hoarse, and rough—as if speaking hurt him even more, as if speaking could drive him further into a puddle of guilt that he seemed to have dug himself into.

Your eyes closed.

"Zayne, it's okay," you murmured. "It's okay."

His touch grew bolder, dipping downwards, slowly pulling down the straps of your top, curling around the swell of your breasts.

Your breath hitched.

"Zayne."

He didn't speak again.

Instead, he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. He didn't kiss you, almost felt as if he was holding his breath— something small, and wet, fell upon your cheek.

Your eyes opened.

Can I have you?

He asked the question silently, stray tears rolling down his face as he looked at you. His hips pressed into yours, and the outline of his erection grinded against you.

Can I have you?

He didn't speak, but his eyes told you everything.

"Yes."

Just this once.

And the whine he let out brought a slight thrill through your body.

It didn't take long before his lips were all over you, kissing you, tasting you, claiming you—down your chest to your abdomen, inhaling the scent of your skin, before proceeding to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses back upwards. All the while, his hands remained steady on either side of your body, both a sure sign of his hesitance as much as the hunger within him that had him trembling above you.

When his eyes met yours once more, he has his mouth hovering over your nipple. Slowly, slowly, he wrapped his lips around it—it was so tender, the way he sucked on it, loving, the way his tongue would swirl as he took as much of your flesh as he could. Heavy breathing mixed in with the sloppy noises of his ministrations, and you were arching into him, begging him, encouraging him.

One more pull at your nipple until it slipped away from his lips with a wet pop, trails of saliva connecting to your bud.

"Pre...tty…" he rasped.

You felt your heart soar; for the first time, he seemed happy.

And this time it was you who didn't speak.

You reached for his hand, leaving his balance to rest momentarily on the other as you trailed it down your body. Further, and further, and further… His hand rest over your mound, gentle petting movements gliding a finger over your folds.

"Mmm…"

As usual, even the softest touch had you melting.

Zayne had always been loving , and tender, and sweet with you…

This Zayne was not your Zayne, but even the careful way he treated your body felt very much like it.

He was not your Zayne. But he was still Zayne.

A mantra you would repeat to yourself.

His movements continued, gathering up your slick and spreading them all over your folds, eyes retained on your face and your expressions.

Are you feeling good? he seemed to ask, and you smiled softly.

"Very good," you whispered.

Look… I'm so wet for you.

Though you didn't say it, you saw the way his eyes traveled down to your cunt, finger raising as if to look in awe at the sticky mess you had made for yourself.

"…Beautiful."

He spoke again.

And this time, there was little to no hesitation left in his actions before he was in you, cock nestled so warmly, so perfectly, so deeply into your core.

The intrusion had you drawing in a sharp breath no matter how used to his size you would think you'd gotten, but before you could react, he had pulled you into a tight, almost possessive embrace.

"Please," he choked. You could feel his tears wetting your skin as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. "Please… just this once… Just for the last time, just… Please…"

You clenched your walls around him, legs wrapping around his waist.

Slowly, you brought your hands up to stroke his hair.

"Zayne," you murmured. "You're still Zayne, right?"

"… Not—"

"Mine. I know. You're the Zayne in his dreams. Aren't you?"

You felt him nuzzle into your neck with a certain desperation, a whimper tearing from his throat.

It was answer enough.

Yet you moved your hips, grinding against him, urging him to claim you more, claim you deeper.

"It's okay," you repeated, softly, "you can move."

Zayne was still Zayne. You had made the choice from the start.

You wouldn't fall in love with someone in the span of just a few days—but it had taken only a few couple of meetings, barely lasting hours, barely lasting minutes.

Zayne was still Zayne.

You would love everything of him.

Your hips continued to move, bucking upwards onto his, cherishing the groans he would make into your skin. It was you who set the pace—a silent voice of permission, of pleading…

And he followed suit.

"My love…"

He began to thrust.

"…My love…"

Harder, faster.

"My love."

You gasped as he pulled away from you, panting harshly, driving his length in and out of you—desperate. Desperate.

"M- mm—!" you moaned out, arching your back. "Zayne… Zayne!"

"Can I… Can I?" he groaned above you, eyes shut in pleasure. He didn't stop—didn't want to stop. Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin proved every bit of desire he had for you, if the image above you was not proof enough. "Please, my love…"

You held him tightly.

"Yes," you gasped. "Take me… You can have all of me, fill me up, cum inside, please—"

You mewled at a particularly sharp thrust, and your legs tightened around his waist. He was throbbing, his movements jerking erratically as you spoke your words.

"Fill… f-fill?" his eyes were wide, but he continued.

It gave you joy to know you were affecting him like this.

It's exactly the same…

"Yes, Zayne. You can give it to me. Please, please, I need it… Need it inside…" You begged, and clawed at his back, and moved to his thrusts the best that you could. "Inside, inside—!"

Please, please, please.

He whimpered as you tightened around him, urging him to spill, urging you to stuff you full like you wanted him to. His breathing became ragged, eyes nearly glazing over with pleasure at the mere thought of it.

He could claim you like this.

Even if it's not the real him, even if he's not doing this as himself—

You could see all manner of thoughts flash in his eyes as his gaze became hungrier. More desperate. More… resolved.

"I'll f-fill you up," he grunted. "Pump you… s-s-so full of me… All of me— My love, my love, my love—"

You cried out as he buried himself all the way into you, your hips colliding as hot, thick ropes of his cum painted your insides. Your body shuddered, slick trickling out of you and dripping down onto the sheets. You felt warm all felt; almost sore, your cunt pulsing around him as you tried to steady your breaths.

He collapsed against you, pulling you in for a kiss.

"If I can have you…" he breathed, "even just once… even just once, I… I'm happy…"

I'm happy.

Your eyes shone as you cradled his face, daring to place a small flurry of kisses over his cheek.

I'm happy.

This was all you wanted.

Love was powerful, you thought. And of you loved him—if you loved all of him, then everything would be okay. You wanted to believe that.

Perhaps in a fit overwhelmed by your acceptance, he gasped, and you felt him roll his hips in place—

You didn't stop him.

He could do this as many times as he needed, as much as he was here with you.

an : actually crying bc im hoping i did him justice why is zayne always so hard to write omlll

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[punksdoll]

OOPS SORRY i was the one who sent the rhea request for in the night but i forgot to give a plot - how about an enemies to lovers between reader and rhea, there at a club for a superstars birthday and reader gets really drunk and starts flirting with rhea?

~~~𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅~~~

pt 2 of always loved

pt.3 of always loved

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𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆�� ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒍🙌🏼(𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆.) 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒊 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖<𝟑 (𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒖𝒑:))

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑(𝒂𝒌𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖), 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆😞,𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌, 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓), 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

not proofread

Y/n stares at herself through at the mirror. Staring at the black and blue bruise that’s forming on her jaw as she tries fighting the tears that are threatening to spill. She had to get going before he wakes up.

Y/n starts covering up the bruises as best as she can, biting down the winces that she wants to let out. He was asleep and she wants to make sure he stays like that until she leaves.

Today was her friend Bianca’s birthday and she was told to come. She had no choice to go, not wanting to bring her friend down on her special day.

Today she had done everything right. She made sure everything was perfect and there wasn’t no imperfections that he would notice yet it wasn’t enough for him. It never was.

Which is why she’s holding back the frustrating tears while applying her mascara. She was going to push this all back and let herself loose, she’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow. Whether it was a beat down or a shout down.

*Bzz*

Y/n looks down at her phone to see a message from Bianca.

BB💋: hey girl, Rhea is goin be here. Hope you don’t mind🫶🏼

Y/n closes her eyes immediately and already can feel her wall breaking down as she blinks the tears away furiously. Rhea Ripley. The woman that would make her work life miserable yet she couldn’t help herself but fall in love with her.

She was so used to the teasing and the mean comments Rhea would give her that she didn’t even think about Rhea giving those feelings back. So instead, she pushed her feelings back and would give Rhea the same treatment she gives her, even if it hurt her.

She finishes up and changes in the bathroom, being as quiet as possible. She wears a black jumpsuit to cover up the other bruises that litter on her body and puts a green dress over it, pairing it with some ankle boots. She looks at herself and plasters a fake smile before nodding and dropping it. It hurt too much to keep it on. She grabs her phone and bag before opening the bathroom door as quietly as possible, taking a glance over at her bed where he is sound asleep as if he doesn’t ruin her life by existing. She walks out and goes over to the nightstand, grabbing his keys and rushing out the room and downstairs.

She gets outside and gets in the car, opening Bianca’s message and sending a message back.

me: It’s your birthday babe, I won’t be making any of my problems, a problem at your party.🫶🏼

•••

“you made it!” Bianca squeals as she rushes over to y/n and throws her arms around her, giving her a bone crushing hug that almost hurt.

It did hurt.

Y/n grunts and gives her a hug back, “I couldn’t miss your big day.” She grunts out and moves away quickly, the pain being unbearable.

“I had Rhea promise not to be mean today so you’ll be enjoying yourself with a Rhea mean free day.” Bianca smiles as she leads y/n over to the bar. “Now let’s party!”

Y/n smiles and follows Bianca towards the bar where there’s jell-o shots lined up, ready to taken. “Are we taking all of this?”

“uh yes girl, yes we are.” Bianca smiles and hands one over to her right as Rhea makes her way to them.

“Look who finally showed up.” Rhea looks y/n up and down.

“Rhea.” Bianca gives the woman a look, “Don’t start please.” Bianca pleaded.

“Listen to the birthday girl Rhea.” Y/n gives Rhea a side glance as she takes the jell-o down.

Rhea raises an eyebrow, “oh i am, just making sure you know the terms and conditions yourself.” Rhea grabs one of the jell-o shots as well, taking one down.

“i understand it better then you do.” Y/n narrows her eyes.

“Is tha-“

“Rhea and y/n. Y’all both better shut the hell up and enjoy yourselves and not fight.” Bianca gives them both a look that reminds y/n of a mother giving their children the mother stare when they act badly.

this is one of those moments.

“tell her immature ass that…” y/n mumbles under her breath, taking another jell-o shot.

“Is there a problem.” Rhea turns herself to y/n who simply stares at her.

“You’re the one that was coming at me the first chance you got.”

Bianca stares at both woman, annoyance clear in her face as she watches them go back and forth. Bianca knew about the secret love that Y/n had going on with the person she was arguing with right now. She always mentioned how she should just say something instead of covering up with pointless arguments. Her excuse would always be…

“I have a boyfriend.” Y/n frowns as she watches Bianca do her hair.

“A boyfriend you don’t even love?” Bianca questions with a raised eyebrow.

Silence.

Bianca did not know about what went on behind closed doors but she does know that y/n doesn’t love that man. Her love going to the one person that, to Bianca, hurts her more than anyone.

if only she knew, huh?

“Y’all got about 3 seconds to stop arguing before I whoop yalls ass.” Bianca gives them both looks at y/n immediately shuts up with a scowl, alongside Rhea. “Have fun. Enjoy this party and maybe even enjoy each other’s company. Argue tomorrow or something.” Bianca walks away, leaving both woman alone.

Y/n looks at Rhea up and down before completely walking away. She was not about to let someone ruin her time when she came here to let loose and let her troubles, trouble her tomorrow.

•••

Y/n felt the buzz going through her veins the more drinks she takes and the more she let herself loose. She could feel herself getting hotter as the party went on in full swing. She could feel herself slurring out words that aren’t even supposed to be said. She could feel herself get comfortable with the one person she didn’t need to see her like this.

Y/n spotted Rhea in the corner, by herself, as she watched everyone around her get drunk. Sober y/n would have laughed in her face and make fun of her being alone. Drunk y/n would be stupid and do the complete opposite.

“lookie lookie…” y/n stumbles over to Rhea, tripping over her feet as she lands next to where Rhea is sat. “you look extra pretty by yourself and when your not talking.” y/n slurs as she admires Rhea who is looking at her shocked and confused.

“You’re drunk…” Rhea scoots away from y/n who only scoots closer, eventually trapping Rhea in a corner.

“You’re pretty…” y/n smiles, “I like it when you keep your hair shorter, makes you so much hotter. Your long hair is pretty too but it can get in your face a lot which doesn’t let me see that pretty face.” Y/n rambles on.

Rhea feels her face burning up as she stares at the woman she’d always pick on, call her pretty. “you are drunk…” Rhea gently pushes Y/n away. “You need to go home.”

Y/n frowns and shakes her head, “I don’t like home…that’s not home.” Y/n lays her head down on Rhea’s shoulder, making her tense. “I hate it there…it’s so bad. He’s bad.” Y/n mumbles.

Rhea looks down at y/n and frowns, “what are you talking about?”

“he hurts me…” y/n puts her chin on Rhea’s shoulder and stares at her, “would you hurt me? I know you speak a lot of mean things but if we were together, would you use them physically?”

Rhea’s eyes widened as he pulls away from Y/n completely to grab her shoulders, “what does he do to you y/n?”

“you didn’t answer my questions,” y/n pouts.

“No…no I wouldn’t.” Rhea shakes her head immediately, “now answer my question.”

y/n blinks lazily, “what was your question?”

“what does he do to you?” Rhea asks again.

“hurts me.” y/n stares at Rhea and smiles, “your eyes are really pretty. I wonder what they look like when they’re in love…”

Rhea stares at y/n, “you already are…” she whispers before standing up abruptly. “We need to take you home…”

“Nah…i like it here.” Y/n stares at Rhea, “i like being here…with you. Even if your mean to me sometimes.”

Rhea feels a pang of guilt hit her as she stares down at y/n who is looking at her with such adoration that she never seen before until now. “I’m sorry…” Rhea finds herself apologizing as she sits down. “I don’t mean to be…”

Y/n looks at her and frowns, “then why do it? I only like when people are mean to me in bed, it’s hot.” Y/n shrugs as she grabs Rhea’s drink that she long ago abandon and drinks it. “I bet you’d be hot in bed. Are you?”


Rhea goes red immediately as she stares at y/n in horror. The way the events are going from serious and unserious is way too much for Rhea to handle yet she wants more of that unseriousness. She knows that it’d be best to get the serious answers when y/n is sober knowing it’d be wrong to find something out like this, while someone’s drunk.

Rhea clears her throat and takes away the drink y/n had in her hand, “you need to sober up….”

“You need to stop being mean to me.” Y/n leans towards Rhea, “I only accept mean sex.”

Rhea puts her face in her hands as she shakes her head, “you need to…keep those to yourself.”

“You’d be so much hotter if you’d keep your mouth shut…” y/n mumbles, “i’m lying by the way.”

Rhea looks at her amused before shaking her head, “C’mon.” Rhea stands up, “I’m going to take you to my place.”

“Are you gonna fuck?” Y/n finds herself jumping up almost immediately only to stumble a bit as she feels herself get dizzy.

Rhea quickly settles her and shakes her head, “I’d never do that when you’re like this…” Rhea leads y/n towards the exit of the club, already seeing the look she’s getting from Bianca herself.

“So you would fuck me?” Y/n asks as the wind hits her when both her and Rhea walk out the club.

“No comment…” Rhea mumbles as she leads her to her car and opens it up, forcing Y/n in and putting the seatbelt on her.

“My car…” Y/n points at her boyfriend’s car.

“You’ll pick it up tomorrow…” Rhea closes the door and jogs to the drivers side and gets in.


Y/n leans her head back and stares at Rhea as she starts the car and starts the drive to her home. Y/n admires Rhea’s side profiles, finding every perfection in her side profile.

“your perfect…” Y/n mumbles as she feels her eyes getting heavy.

Rhea looks over at her then back at the road, “go to sleep…”

“I love you…”

[miupow]

THE PREACHER❜S DAUGHTER 。 ── MILESTONE EVENT

❝𝒂𝒎 𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌?❞

i started writing on tumblr august 11th, 2023 ; in just one year this blog has grown beyond what i ever thought it would-- i'm also just one hundred followers away from two thousand! i cannot thank all of you enough for this amazing growth, and all of the wonderful friends i've made along the way. since both of these huge milestones are happening at the same time i've decided to combine them into one large event-- inspired by the album i've been obsessed with since i first listened to it around the time i started this blog, Preacher's Daughter by Ethel Cain. If you haven't listened to this album in it's entirety yet i need you to log out and do that right now, it's actually life changing.

PREACHER'S DAUGHTER - ETHEL CAIN (FULL ALBUM)

that said, the rules of the event are simple ; i will be writing ten works based off of ten songs off of the album (i've chosen to leave out the intro and august underground/televangilism due to them being instrumental tracks.) and i want you as my readers to pick what the works will be about! please listen to the album, or relisten to it if you've heard it already, and let me know in my inbox what ideas you have for the works! i will be accepting ideas as they come in, and will be updating this post as i compile a complete masterlist. after all ten plots have been decided, i will write and release them one by one in order! i hope to finish this absolutely monumental event by the end of the year or early 2025, with each fic being about 5k. I really meant it when i said i wanted to push myself for you guys. the groups i will be writing about for this event are stray kids , tomorrow x together, and ateez ! the plots must be in some way inspired by the song chosen. thank you all, have fun, and be creative!

❝𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ; 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆?❞

AMERICAN TEENAGER 。── n/a

A HOUSE IN NEBRASKA 。── n/a

WESTERN NIGHTS 。── n/a

FAMILY TREE 。── n/a

HARD TIMES 。── n/a

THOROUGHFARE 。── n/a

GIBSON GIRL 。── n/a

PTOLEMAEA 。── n/a

SUN BLEACHED FLIES 。── n/a

STRANGERS 。── n/a

[niccho]

hihi! i’m jay i use she/they pronouns and i’m excited to plot with everyone! under the cut you can find some info about nic and below are the links to his stats and some plot bunnies (that will be added to eventually). smash that mf like button for me to slide into ur dms i promise i’m nice.

STATS - MEMORIES - PLOTS - PINTEREST - PLAYLIST

𝒊. 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 —

nic arrived to ansong around a month ago as the seasons started to change, mostly confused, a little concerned.

he does not currently remember any of his memories but he refuses to take the ring he arrived with off. even when he's throwing clay, he wears the ring on a chain around his neck. he isn't sure why, but he just knows it's important to him.

when he spotted glaaze as he was exploring ansong, nic knew that was where he wanted to work, drawn to pottery in a way that he couldn't quite explain, but he finds himself to be a patient and excellent teacher (especially since he speaks both korean and english fluently)

he can normally be found at one of the sitting areas around the apartments with a cigarette, mirage, illusion, and very infrequently, divine.

𝒊𝒊. 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 —

nic is always conscious of other people, not in the way that he's concerned with what they think (most of the time) but more so in the way of if they're in need of assistance in one way or another. he's a "i can fix them" kind of guy and it's almost never romantic in intent. he collects people like stray animals and nurses them back to health. if at any point you look distressed where he can see, he will swoop in to try alleviate the situation. that being said, he does come off extremely flirty in some situations, and while he might have once meant it, these days he's flirting just to flirt. TW: SUBSTANCE ABUSE, DRUGS in life, nic abused substances in lieu of therapy (which he definitely needed, but that's neither here nor there) and in ansong he finds himself falling into the same habits. it's not uncommon for him to toke up in his apartment, or to be found outside with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. he's a frequent flyer to bars and nightclubs and always with a drink in hand. nic is incredibly emotionally intelligent (we get it, fix-it-felix) and while he's the first one to rush to someone's aid, he has no qualms fucking right off if someone sets a boundary with him. he's very respectful of people and their wishes and he doesn't want to intentionally upset anyone if he can help it. this means he tends to ignore his own problems, but that's his own business okay!!! tl;dr: nic loves u and he's a loser about it. but if you need a good smoke sesh or cigarette to calm down and to talk it out, he's your guy. just don't ask to fix his problems in return, he won't let you.

𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒔 —

to preface everything below, i'm v v big on chemistry first. i love plotting, but it doesn't necessarily work if our characters don't have chemistry to begin with. i tend to lead with quick and fast plotting to see what we can get our characters to do and then we can go into more detailed plotting after, but i'm always willing to discuss things regardless!! TW: SUBSTANCE ABUSE, DRUGS

people interested in pottery (coworkers or people looking to learn!)

anyone entrenched in ansong nightlife (party people aye)

smoking buddies!! (nicotine AND thc)

people in need of a solid father figure to give them unconditional love (pls let nic adopt everyone thank u, he would be so happy)

honestly, literally anything else just shoot me a message and we can chat!!

[j-onedrabbles]

𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒆𝒏: 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑 cw: **THIS CHAPTER MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS AS SEX*AL ASSAULT AND HARASSMENT ARE TALKED ABOUT DUE TO FAE AND NYMPHOLOGY IN GENERAL.** insecurities towards dating, body insecurities (i think you could call it that? idk? imma put it there anyways), food, mention trauma dump, chef lee know, mad lee know for a second wc: 1.2k a/n: I changed up some mythology for sake of story with siren/mermaids bc all I heard was the goddamn h2o meme

Minho hummed to the music that played at a low volume throughout his apartment as he moved through the kitchen. Slightly dancing as he cooked dinner. He only started cooking when Y/n texted him she was on her way over to his place, stopping when he heard a knock on the door almost twenty minutes later.

Minho wiped his hands with the kitchen towel before heading to the front door. He smiled at the girl on the other side and invited her in. “welcome.”

“Thanks,” Y/n smiled back.

Minho closed the door and headed back to the kitchen while she set her stuff down and slipped her sneakers off.

“Smells good,” Y/n commented as she joined him in the kitchen.

“Thanks. I might have texted Jisung and asked what your favorite was,” the dancer admitted

“How badly are you trying to impress me?” Y/n joked

“Depends if it’s working.”

“A little.”

Minho smirked as he continued cooking. “Do you need help with anything?”

“I got it. Do you want anything to drink?”

“Water’s fine.”

Minho took a break from the food and grabbed her a glass of water, “Don't turn into a fish on me.”

“You don't have to worry about that. I only have my tail when I’m in the Fae realm.”

“I thought it was whenever you touched the water?”

“False narrative. I think it just adds plot to the media when we randomly get wet and become a fish.”

“Is it possible if you go in the ocean? Like, seawater?”

“Don’t know actually. Never really go to the ocean.”

“Do you want to?”

Y/n shrugged, “Maybe if no one was there.”

Minho hummed in response as he went back to cooking. Y/n watched him work, cooking looked like it was second nature to him. She really could watch him cook all day. Especially while he danced to the music that played through his apartment. If this was what dating Minho was like, she’d want this every day.

“Can I ask you a question?” Y/n asked, nerves starting to set in.

“Of course.”

“I don’t want this to come out as me seeming conceited, but uhm, why do you like me?”

“Well,” Minho sighed as he finished cooking, “at first it was because you were hot.”

“Thanks,” Y/n giggled as he turned to face her.

“But, and not to sound like a creep, I started watching how you interacted with people, or better, noticing how you interacted with people–”

“I like the latter explanation better.”

“Yeah, well, I noticed how you interacted with people– fae or human– and you were so nice, despite how some humans treat you. I think I started liking your personality and then Jisung introduced us. I don’t know if it’s because you’re fae but I’ve been, drawn to you, for lack of a better explanation.”

“Probably because I’m fae, honestly.”

“Maybe. I think if you were human, I still would have fallen for you.”

“Really? You think you would have?”

“You don’t think I would have?”

“Maybe? I don’t know.”

“Hey,” Minho grabbed her hands, “What’s this about?”

Y/n sighed and looked down at their hands, “can we sit?”

Minho nodded and led them over to the couch in his living room. Minho ran his thumb over her knuckles as he waited for her to talk.

“I… I don’t think bad of you Minho, but, there’s no way for me to say it other than, I don’t want to feel like I’m a body to you...”

“Someone’s made you feel like that before?”

“A lot of people, actually,” Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, “If you couldn’t tell already, it’s made me a little insecure about dating.”

“Come here,” Minho tugged her into a hug. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head against his chest, “I generally, never want you to feel like that, with me or anyone again.”

“There’s… more too…”

“You don’t need to tell me tonight. I can tell it was hard enough for you to tell me about your insecurities.”

“I think it’s better you know before we get serious,” Y/n sat up and looked at him

“You want to take this past hanging out at parties and drinking with our friends?” Minho’s voice was laced with a comedic sarcasm

“Even though we technically met less than a week ago, yes?” Y/n felt her cheeks flush a bit at her answer

“You’re cute when you’re shy,” Minho smiled

“Can we get back on topic? It’s serious,” Y/n steered back to the original conversation.

“I’m listening.” Minho squeezed her hand as reassurance. Y/n took a deep breath.

“You know the general mythology of fae, specifically nymphs, right?”

“Love music and dance but unfortunately they’ve dealt with sexual assault and harassment because of their beauty,” Minho answered, then it hit him. “Have you—”

“Yeah. That’s kinda why I asked earlier why you liked me. Anyone else that’s showed any interest has just looked at me as a pretty fae they can get with.”

Minho stood and paced his living room a bit. He wasn’t completely unaware of how disgusting people could be, but it hits harder when you find out it’s someone you like or someone you’re close to. “Min…?”

He couldn’t be mad right now. Especially when the girl he grew feelings for over months of just admiring from afar was trusting him with something like this. He took a deep breath and crouched down in front of her. “I know, you probably don’t want to hear an apology—”

“You have nothing to apologize for Min,” Y/n held his face in her hands as she looked into his eyes. “I didn’t tell you for some pity party. It’s something I've dealt with in the past that I thought you should know. I’m not gonna lie, sometimes it still affects me. I didn’t want to keep it from you and something happen between us and I just randomly push you away…”

“Promise to tell me when you’re going through it? Even if you don’t want to be around me, rant to me. I can’t promise I won’t get mad about the fact it happened but I want to be someone you turn to with your issues. We’ll take this thing between us slow, okay?”

“Why are you so perfect,” Y/n felt like crying. Only her friends have ever gotten mad for her about something like this. “Promise me the same? You’ll come to me when you’re having a bad day?”

“I will,” Minho cupped her cheeks and wiped away the tears that hung under her bottom lashes.

“God. I didn't mean to trauma dump. I feel like I've been doing that since we met,” Y/n chuckled awkwardly

“It’s okay. Trauma tends to shape us more than we like to admit,” Minho laughed with her a bit. “Come on. Let’s eat.”

The two went back into the kitchen and Minho served the food. It hadn't gotten too cold just yet but he still offered to warm it up.

“Holy shit! This is amazing Min!” Y/n exclaimed

“Good. I'm glad you like it.” Minho smiled

“You might just have to cook for me all the time now,” Y/n joked

“I’ll cook for you whenever you want. Just ask.”

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taglist: @xxoche3erryxxo @iadorethemskz @maeleelee @morningstardada @sungookie @mistlitmoonlight @junebug032 @m111nho @slay-and-gay

[zvdvdlvr]

🌌 -> milky way! royal!au. send in a character from any fandom i write for with a plot idea. rwmus lupin/male reader. remus is a king and reader just wants to read his books. so like established relationship but remus is tired of doing king stuff so he goes to annoy his husband. tysm !

- 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊. | 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 | 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝒎𝒍𝒎, 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 { 1 }, 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈?, 𝒐𝒐𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑��𝐍𝐆: 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈!𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝒙 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒉𝒎𝒚𝒈𝒐𝒅!!! 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍

{ 🕯️ }

"and what do you plan on doing if the snape clan retaliates?" a lady of the court asked, voice smug and nosey.

remus sighed and massaged his temples. "lady kellner, if a retaliation comes upon us, we will send for troops from the potter and black family. now, may i request we meet in a fortnight?"

the kellner pair grumbled and muttered at the brush off, but sat down and nodded in agreement with the rest of the court.

with that done, remus stood, nodded, and willed himself not to sprint to his room.

{ 🕯️ }

the door opened and closed. y/n looked up from his book, shook his head, and resumed his spot in his readings.

remus unbuttoned his dress shirt and made his way to where his husband was manspreading. "hello, love. how goes midday?"

"are you or are you not meeting with-" y/n started, a faint teasing smile on his face.

remus groaned while walking up the three granite stairs to the area of the kings' shared rooms. "i cannot stand being in another meeting when i have your face to see. please tell me you'll have mercy on me and entertain your king," remus requested, kicking off his shoes and crawling onto the humongous bed.

y/n shut his book and let remus curl into y/n's chest. remus hummed and shut his eyes. "i may assume the kellner clan were there, yes?" y/n asked. y/n traced along the raised skin called scars on remus's face.

"they aren't a clan," remus scoffed. "they just-"

"have 12 kids, remus. yes- it's a clan. i'm telling you: they're preparing them for war," y/n continued. his voice was incredulous- remus himself had been the one to call them the kellner clan as a joke.

remus laughed at his husband's tone. "on a different not," he began again. "the full moon rises soon. . ."

y/n looked down to see remus wiggling his eyebrows suggestingly. y/n snorted a laugh and picked up his book again, tired of remus's antics.

"read to me," remus requested, curling deeper into y/n.

without looking up y/n replied, "this is a horror story. you wouldn't care much for it."

"we should go outside." remus's statement fell on deaf ears.

"remus, close your eyes and rest. i know you're tired," y/n commanded.

internally, remus sighed. "i will do so on one condition," he said smugly.

y/n turned and looked at remus. "proceed, then."

"i get three kisses."

y/n chuckled. "lord merlin, you're a child trapped in a man's body- no- you've been spending too much time with the potters and blacks," y/n said. "three kisses and you'll close your eyes and stay quiet?"

remus nodded.

y/n puckered his lips in a comical manner and placed three short kisses on remus's lips.

remus shut his eyes.

y/n opened his book and began to read once more. a minute ticked by. "remus john lupin, stop pretending to snore!"

remus laughed obnoxiously, laughing even harder when y/n gave a half hearted attempt at shoving remus off the bed.

[okkotsvyvta]

⊹　 ˚ 　 * · 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 ! ; this is an independent / semi-selective blog dedicated to 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 of jujutsu kaisen ( aka gege akutami's baby . . . ) ; manga & anime heavy !

written by 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐇 ( 26 )

{ someday i'll have my cardd finished , i promise you . until then, rules & other goodies will be under the ✄ ⋯ }

𝒊 . basic rp 𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢 is a must , so please 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 me / my time & i'll return the favor . this blog is mutuals only . multiship with chemistry, where each ship is treated as its own verse . 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 ; muse & mun must be 21+ . mature content ( i.e. dark themes , strong language , gore / horror , etc . . . ) will be present, so you 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 be okay with this . 𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 for god-modding, power-playing, or overall unsolicited control over my muse .

𝒊𝒊 . i have discord ! so if that's more you're scene to write ( like it is mine . . . ), let me know and we can move there .

𝒊𝒊𝒊 . i tend to format posts with lower case & double-spaced . my "𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖙" writing style is third person pov, past tense, and i can write anywhere from para to novella ( again, this depends on the scene & / or what my writing partner is comfortable with . . . ) . as for my replies, i generally try to 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 my writing partner's length / style .

𝒊𝒗 . as mentioned above, mature content will be present . that being said , if you have any ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀꜱ or 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨 i should know about, please tell me right away . i don't have any, but it's always 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 to make sure everyone's comfortable . the last thing i want to do is accidentally scar you or trigger something .

𝒗 . 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 thread call, so feel free to message me & we can get some plotting going !

𝒗𝒊 . i only claim my writing & headcanons . any images, gifs, memes, and so forth found on the blog aren't mine . credit will always be given where it's due !

[cloudedfateline]

⊹　 ˚ 　 * · 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 ! : ind . sel . an 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 based on the 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 verse ; sci-fi crossovers ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ !

— temporary rules & info under the cut .

𝒊 . basic rp 𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢 applies , so please 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 me / my time & i'll return the favor . this blog is mutuals only . multiship with chemistry , where each ship is treated as its own verse . 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 ; muse & mun must be 21+ . mature content ( i.e. dark themes , strong language , gore / horror , etc . . . ) will be present, so you 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 be okay with this . 𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 for god-modding , power-playing , or overall unsolicited control over my muse .

𝒊𝒊 . speaking of which , get to know my muse ! while you're at it , why not get to know the mun , too ?

𝒊𝒊𝒊 . i tend to format posts with lower case, double-spaced & / or icons . as for my replies , i generally try to 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 my writing partner's length / style . my "𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖙" writing style is third person pov , past tense , and i can write anywhere from para to novella ( again , this depends on the scene & / or what my writing partner is comfortable with . . . ) .

𝒊𝒗 . as mentioned above , mature content will be present . that being said , if you have any ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀꜱ or 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨 i should know about , please tell me right away . i don't have any , but it's always 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 to make sure everyone's comfortable . the last thing i want to do is accidentally scar you or trigger something .

𝒗 . 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 thread call , so feel free to message me & we can get some plotting going !

[batfall-done-forever]

𝒊'𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒕 ... 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆 ... 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 , 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ...   )                                      |  INDEPENDENT +   HEADCANON    BASED    BRUCE WAYNE   from    THE   BATMAN   ( 2022 )    |    additional lore  lifted  from    from JOKER  |    written   by    selena    25+  ( she,  her )   dark   themes   present.      

  WILL BE KEEPING FOLLOWER COUNT TO 150        . . .  the  struggle  of  everything  +  nothing  all  at  once.          𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : 𝐒𝐄𝟕𝐄𝐍    + THE CROW                                      •        •         •       •       •             | READ FIRST |  PINTEREST |  *  CURRENT ARC |   | SPOTIFY | | FOXARK TECH |  | MATCHES |   | THE  LAST  OF  US  | FANTASY VERSE | LETTERS OF ALAN WAYNE |

    •       •       •       •       •       META. THE COLLEGE YEARS | MARTHA WAYNE |

WILL  NOT  INTERACT  WITH   STRANGERS  THINGS  +  GLEE  BLOGS + RULE 63 BLOGS.  

SOME OBSERVATIONS : ANTI - BATJOKES (arthur fleck is for all intentions his brother and so HARD no)   •        •         •       •       •         • • bruce's & matches's inner monologue and thoughts are written in first person + italicized • he wears a bullet-proof vest constantly (under clothes) as bruce wayne • the batman does NOT have an inner monologue • lineage is arkham / wayne •bruce wayne now resides at the arkham penthouse • has no control over WAYNE ENTERPRISES currently , instead founding FOXARK TECH (info in pinned) • bruce wayne also currently has no holding on the wayne fortune he was stripped of all possessions and property •

      ADDITIONAL RULES   BELOW  !

*OOC  .    my   name  is   selena   i   am   25+   and   EST   based.  i   work   full   time   ,   and   i   have   two  lovely   doggos.   i   try   to   be   here   whenever  i  can  on   the   weekdays   but  !    sometimes   i   am   exhausted  ,   and   therefore   weekends   are   my  most   active   time.   i   DO   love   plot-based   threads    but  ?   i   also   understand  /  am  one  of  those  people   who   sometimes   just   allow  the  thread   to  guide.   i   do  !   have   disco  (  feel   free  to  ask  for   it! )  that  being  said  i   also  forget  about  it  99.9%  of   the  time  so  ?  nudge  me  or   reach  out  first   PLEASE   know  it’s   never  you.   i   am   latina   as   well  as   being  jewish  so  please   also  respect  those  two  points.  i   also   like   my  muse  have  PTSD.  I will also not be interacting with rule 63 muses or gender-swapped muses , please respect this. i also will be keeping this blog limited to 150 followers , this is for my own sanity and to also really interact with those on my dash ! nothing personal AT ALL. my old blog got super overwhelming and while i LOVE having people follow me and see new muses i really want to make interactions meaningful and keep myself sane.

  i  am   now   going   to  implement  to   rule   of   following   21+   

                                             EST   11.5.22

*PSD  +   ICONS   ARE  MINE  please  do   not   steal

*MUSE  bruce   thomas   wayne   is   highly   influenced   by   the   batman  (2022)   with   taking   inspiration  and  some   lore  from   the   joker  (2019).   since   this   film   is   crime   noir   heavy   so  is  bruce  ,  he   reads  more   like   a  gothic   character  and   is  going through   heavy   PSTD.   my   bruce   sadly   is  not  lifted  from  comics  nor  is  steeped  in   any  other   batman   universe.  along  with   being   reeves   based  i   have  also  incorporated  my  own   headcanons   and  created my own arcs which can be read above! (that being said i am open to AUS). bruce  is  31  and   is   6′6   6′8   with   the   boots.  he   enjoys   writing   and   has   natural   talent  in  drawing   and   obviously   criminal   forensics.   he  is  STILL   learning  and  of  course  he  is  OBSESSED   with   technology.   his   IQ   borders   genius   but  since  his   tragic  loss  he  is    his  own   worst  enemy.

*SHIPPING

open   &  willing   to   ship   my  bruce  !   it   will   be  heavy   development  since   he  is  so   FEARFUL  of   losing  the   ones   he  loves.   though   ?   when  shipped  i  can  promise   he  will  love   and  fight  for  your   muse   as  often   as  he  can.   i   also   DO   ship   selina  x  bruce  ,  i   just   ask   that   we   plot   about   it   before   we  get  to  writing  !  *bruce  is   bisexual  but, prefers woman.

VERSES. *most updated verses in pinned post *FIN

[xrofahsx]

RING OF FIRE RULES

Hello, and welcome to Ring Of Fire! This is an American Horror Story Discord Group, and we've been running going on five years now from roleplayer.me, and want to recruit on Tumblr as well. We have recently decided to make this a more discord oriented group, which would just require you play a character without a page, in the safety of your own discord! Just fill out the form and choose the season you're associated with in self roles.

1. We are Page Optional. If You do want a page, that is great! You must post the 𝑅𝑃-𝑃𝐴𝐺𝐸-𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐾𝑆 channel! There's no activity requirement for roleplayer.me site or tumblr. You can muse in those as well, if you want! You don't need to know what roleplayer.me is if you don't know

2. The main activity requirement that is an ABSOLUTE MUST is GROUP SLS. We break them apart per season. OC's must join the group SLs that their character is correlated with, even if it's a couple. If you feel your OC isn't apart of that timeline in the plot, please don't worry, just talk to an admin. Everyone has two weeks to reply whenever it is their turn. If you do not do the group sl, your role will be re-opened.

3. OC must make sense. They could be apart of multiple seasons, however it must with the timeline. We don't allow OC's to replace any character. Yes, we do take Celebrity AUs, and if you have seen Coven, Stevie Nicks is a good example. But they must fit into the AHS timeline. Make sure you have a Face Claim and a story in place, whether you have a page or not. It is important to have everything ready so everybody else knows who your character is! Must have these things ready before getting into the group!

4. WE DO MONTHLY DRABBLES, however, you can opt out of them if you don't have time that month. We also require you at least do 3 or more 1x1 storylines with your main connections, if you are a cannon character, especially if you're a main character. OC's have more freedom in that realm.

5. If your interested role is closed, and you have no other role you want, you're welcome to leave the server before joining! It is okay. 6. EVERYONE DESERVES A CHANCE. Nobody has to write with everyone, but in reality, we all do. 1x1 maybe lax, but please give an OC a chance too. We all need each other to help our muse grow, and OCs need Cannons as well!

7. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CLAIM UP TO 2 CHARACTERS UP FRONT. However, be wary on what you choose, because each character has to write in a group SL. Meaning if you have Nan and Queenie, they both have to be in the Coven/Apocalypse Sl. If you have Kit, and March, then they have to be in the Asylum SL and then the Hotel SL. Once I see activity after 30 days, you will have room to pick up 2 more characters.

8. And Lastly, NO DRAMA or BULLYING. That means NO harassing another member for replies, or a SL they might not want. ANY OUTSIDE DRAMA between you and another member must be taken care of outside of the group. ADMINS HAVE THE RIGHT TO DENY A POTENTIAL MEMBER. We Will not take Past members unless there is a conversation had first. (Depends on why you got kicked or left the first time.)

[chcrrybcmbs]

✼  ʾ   𝑎𝑐𝑡.   𝒊   ,   the   connections   . below you'll find some wanted connections for river , i'm going to try to update it & keep current plots / connections at the bottom .

younger   brother   ,   m   /   nb   .

should   be   between   24   -   27   ,   he   would've   been   born   once   the   family   set   their   roots   in   oxford   ,   england   .   the   two   brother's   have   always   been   close   although   in   many   ways   y/m   would   be   much   more   reserved   in   nature   than   river   .   probably   one   of   few   people   who   can   call   river   out   on   his   antics   and   he   actually   listens   or   atleast   hears   his   brother   out   .        

ex   -   fiances   ,   f   .

#1   they   started   dating   when   river   was   19/20   and   while   he   did   love   her   and   was   prepared   to   spend   the   rest   of   his   life   with   her   when   he   proposed   in   2013   .   nothing   could   quite   prepare    him   for   the   onslot   of   women   who   would   throw   themselves   at   him   and   he   did   what   (   he   likes   to   say   )   any   man   in   his   position   would've   done   .   he   cheated   .   again   and   again   ,   until   he   was   caught   .   when   she   finally   asked   him   about   the   rumors   his   response   was   cold   ,   probably   because   he   knew   the   end   of   their   relationship   had   been   dropped   at   his   feet   ,   saying   "   took   you   long   enough   to   ask   me   "   .   naturally   ,   they   split   afterwards   .   i   think   it'd   be   fun   if   she   were   the   ex   he   always   found   himself   going   back   to   even   if   they   never   offically   get   back   together   .         #2   npc   .    #3   his   most   recent   failed   engagement   .   their   friendship   dated   back   to   when   he   cheated   on   #1   ,   yes   she's   one   of   the   women   he   cheated   with   .   around   the   end   of   2017   ,   just   months   after   his   second   engagement   had   ended   ,   they   decided   to   start   dating   .   something   of   a   power   couple   .   the   publics   obsession   with   the   two   of   them   together   was   almost   unbearable   at   times   but   there   was   a   certain   level   of   adoration   between   the   two   of   them   ,   well   really   he   just   adored   the   fact   she   adored   him   .   in   2019   ,   he   proposed   .   they   were   madly   in   love   ,   atleast   that's   how   it   seemed   but   by   the   time   the   wedding   had   been   planned   and   they   were   just   weeks   out   from   the   big   day   river   was   looking   for   any   excuse   to   call   off   the   wedding   .   the   second   he   got   his   hands   on   a   picture   of   the   dress   she'd   chosen   ,   he   ran   with   it   .   calling   off   the   wedding   and   claiming   "   if   that's   the   best   you   can   do   on   the   biggest   day   of   your   life   ...   i   don't   wanna   see   40   years   from   now   "  .   they   split   ways   in   2020   and   have   not   ran   into   eachother   since   ,   whether   it   be   purposely   avoiding   one   another   or   just   a   draw   of   luck   .  

#deported   ,   m   /   f   /   nb   .

they   were   with   him   when   he   was   arrested   for   a   dui   in   august   ,   after   a   night   out   celebrating   his   win   at   the   us   open   .   before   that   night   they   had   always   been   close   .   y/m   often   seen   in   river's   player   box   during   matches   ,   the   two   going   on   vacations   together   it   all   came   to   an   end   that   night   though   ...   this   could   go   one   of   two   ways   ,   either   they've   tried   to   distance   themselves   from   river   which   obviously   wouldn't   sit   well   with   him   or   he's   been   ignoring   them   out   of   frustration   that   they   hadn't   swapped   into   the   driver   seat   when   they   were   pulled   over   that   night   .   either   way   ,   the   two   haven't   spoken   in   months   and   are   due   for   a   reunion   ,   will   it   have   a   positive   out   come   or   is   their   friendship   really   over   ? 

savior  complex  ,  f  /  m  /  nb  .

this  person  is  constantly  attempting  to  swoop  in  and  save  river  from  himself  .  they  want  to  be  the  good  influence  in  his  life  ,  but  river  just  finds  them  a  bit  overbearing  ,  really  .  maybe  they  were  family  friends  or  just  met  him  but  either  way  they  see  past  the  public  persona  and  want  the  rest  of  the  world  to  be  able  to  see  him  for  who  they  think  he  is  --  a  good  ,  passionate  guy  .  

million  dollar  man  ,  f  /  nb  .

inspired  by  the  lana  del  rey  song  ,  million  dollar  baby  . it  started  off  as  innocent  flirting  ,  "  just  jokes  "  river  would  say  but  at  some  point  they  started  to  fall  for  him  .  despite  seeing  him  for  what  he  is  ,  in  their  eyes  the  pros  outweight  the  cons  when  it  comes  to  him  .  in  a  rare  occurance  ,  he  actually  cares  about  them  and  that's  why  they'll  never  have  a  label  more  than  friends  .  from  the  outside  looking  in  you'd  think  otherwise  though  ,  constantly  seen  together  and  is  that  --  is  that  river  being  affectionate  ?  he  teeters  the  line  with  them  ,  one  minute  she  likely  thinks  he'll  finally  give  them  a  shot  but  then  he  pulls  away  entirely  and  she's  left  heart  broken  only  for  the  cycle  to  repeat  itself  . 

[punkmacabre-arc]

     ✞   𝔭𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔢 : an independent &̳ selective portrayal of john constantine ( 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗯𝗹𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗿, 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍'𝚜 ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗᵉˢᵗ con ! ) derived as an oc within the batman ( 2022 ) universe. inspired by the likes the sandman / hellblazer comics, se7en, constantine ( 2005 ) &̳ 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔. set within the occult noir genre. rules found underneath the cut. 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊 (    ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗʸ²    |    ˢʰᵉ    ⁺    ᵗʰᵉʸ    |    ᵃᵉˢᵗ    )

𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘: @zarataz, @theanguish

     ( ✞ ) carrd ⠀⠀   headcanons ⠀⠀   pinterest ⠀⠀   sideblog

♯ 𝒊. john constantine will follow his main canon however with extreme creativity liberty, especially taking inspiration from both the 2005 constantine film & made to fit aesthetically within matt reeves' batman universe. as i envision his fc to be oliver jackson cohen, constantine is ethnically egyptian jewish + a man of color but considers himself religiously secular. he wears a star of david as a means of sentimentality ( a gift given by his mother shortly after dying of childbirth. ) as a jewish writer myself, this is very important to note & any intolerance towards it will be immediately hardblocked.

♯ 𝒊𝒊. this blog is intended to be mutuals only. however i don't care if you follow first & vice versa, i'm here to write my silly little thoughts out. i love shipping & dynamics but this needs to plotted out ! john is a rough character & romantically is hard to crack. he is bisexual demiromantic, but i'd much rather communicate & plot with partners ooc - i promise i don't bite !!

♯ 𝒊𝒊𝒊. tagging systems will be in place for triggers ( e.g: ' trigger tw ' & ' trigger / ' ) similarly with nsfw tags ( e.g: ' nsfw ' & ' nsfw / ' ) please do let me know if there's any specifics you need, but do note there'll be heavy mention of: religion, body + demonic horror, parental abuse ( alluded to ), blood & violence, grief + guilt, alcoholism, mental illness + institutional abuse ( alluded to ), occultism & other elements.

♯ 𝒊𝒗. will absolutely not interact with genderbent muses, or muses that represent / explore harmful ideologies ( n/zis, r/cists, h/mophobes, ab/lists, etc ) i won't interact also with problematic, deceased or underaged fcs, those who write incest / stepcest, r/pe, non-con, antisemitism, or anything harmful towards minors. this blog is also 20+ for muns, due to the content's nature. also for my sake, i won't write with stranger things or teen wolf blogs.

♯ 𝒊𝒗. thank you for reading !! my name is livia, i'm twenty2, jewish with she + they pronouns living in the aest timezones. my activity will fluctuate since i'm a full time student & working, however i'm super excited to write about this miserable lil' git !! discord will be available on request but feel free to send memes, ask or flood my ims - they will always be wanted <3

[damnseasvn]

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𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑 ☘