#Fantasty please

[alecksreads]

learning to accept I am not a lit fic girly

[a-thousand-wasps-in-a-trenchcoat]

I literally do not expect anyone to respond to this but I have a writing workshop assignment to do soon for my fantasy fiction class but I am having a hard time choosing what story idea to go for, SO!

[rangerbarbz]

First Time

Author’s Note: Y’all i am so sorry it’s been so long since i posted a fic. I am a junior in college and i have two jobs so i have been so busy. However expect some more stories now that it’s winter break! Hope everyone is having some happy holidays 🫶🏼

Summary: Reader and Ford go all the way for the first time together

It was a chilly night in Gravity Falls, Oregon when Stanford Pines and you decided to make some cookies. It was the perfect atmosphere for baking: comfy clothes, the temperature had dropped down, and the sun dipped behind the woods surrounding the Mystery Shack. The rest of the Pines family had went on an excursion to break into the theatre for a free movie, so you can’t imagine they would be back anytime soon.

Ford and you were in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make with the few ingredients you had available.

“Hmmm… So I’m seeing cinnamon here,” you said, looking into a cabinet next to the fridge. “I’m not seeing much else. What do you think about Snickerdoodles?” You grinned excitedly and faced Ford who was already smiling.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice resonating in you. God, his voice was so attractive. You remember hearing him talk for the first time in the library where you worked and your heart just melting.

He was in the fantasty section talking to himself when you walked by the aisle to reshelf a book. He was in the same area where the book needed to be relocated. Turns out you were holding the novella he was wanting to read, and you two struck up a conversation. He was kind and smelled delightful. You were too shy to ask him for his number, but a young girl who came into the library once a week for a crocheting club set you up on a date. You were unaware at the time this young girl was his great niece. The rest is history.

“Do you think everyone else will like them? I want to make sure these won’t go to waste,” you asked, scrunching your eyebrows together.

Ford scoffed as he was scraping flour from a measuring cup back into the bag. “Please, those things will be devoured. You have nothing to worry about.”

You laughed softly, standing up on your tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Glad to hear that.” A small smile spread across his face.

While you two prepared the ingredients and mixed everything together, you filled Ford in on the workplace drama. He would never admit it, but he loved to gossip with you.

“I can’t believe Denise would do that,” he said in disbelief, shaking his head. “I mean who does she think she is?” You rolled the last ball of cookie dough in cinnamon and sugar before pressing it into the pan.

“Right?! Like come on, now. I thought we were civilized.” Ford chuckled at your comment and put the cookies in the oven.

“Some people just never learn.” He snaked his arm around your waist and put a hand on your hip, bringing you closer to him. You placed your hand on his broad back and leaned your head on his chest.

“We got about 25 minutes until these are done. Wanna see what’s on TV?” you suggested, looking up at him. He cocked his head to the side.

“Sure. I think that’s enough time to get through half an episode of ‘Ghost Harassers.’”

“Ah, man. Dipper’s got you hooked doesn’t he?” You giggled and began to walk into the living room, him following suit.

Ford sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. I know it’s fake, but their reactions to these so-called ghosts are so funny.” He sat down on the recliner while you fiddled with the TV antenna to get it to the right channel.

It finally flickered to a group of men with flashlights running through an abandoned house screaming. “Ah! Got it!” you exclaimed. You ran over to Ford and sat on his lap. Your legs draped over his, feet hanging over the armrest. This time he kissed your cheek, his stubble tickling your face.

“Good job, dear,” he murmured in your ear. Butterflies formed in your stomach from hearing his low voice.

“Thanks, baby.” You leaned your head on his shoulder as one of his arms cradled you. He was so strong; you always felt protected by him. One hand was splayed across your stomach while the other was on your knee.

You were so engrossed in the show you didn’t notice Ford wasn’t paying a lick of attention. You were wearing loose shorts which exposed much of your legs, and he was entranced.

You lifted your head up to look at him, eyes drifting over your thighs. His hand remained still on your knee, however.

“Stanford?” You had a mischievous smile on your face.

He quickly looked over at you like he had just been caught doing something wrong. Since the lights were still on, you could see the blush spread across his face.

“Something catch your eye?” you teased, inching your face closer to his.

“I-uh. My apologies. I was distracted.” He cleared his throat and returned his eyes to the TV. Oh, so he was going to play dumb? You were going to drag it out of him.

“M-hmm. What was distracting you?” You egged on. He glanced over at you and back to the TV.

“Your, um, legs. They just looked very nice.” Ford answered quietly, avoiding eye contact with you. It was so cute to see Ford get flustered.

You had kissed and hugged, but never went much further than that. It was hard to find alone time, and Ford could be hesitant about showing affection. This didn’t bother you, though. You were willing to wait how ever long you needed to for him. He had been through a lot, so it’s reasonable for him to want to take things slow and gain trust.

“Ford, you can touch my legs if you want,” you reassured him, placing a hand on his. “Do whatever you want. I don’t mind.” You gave him soft kiss on his lips and cupped his face in your hands. Your fingers slid through his silver hair and down the nape of his neck.

He sighed into your mouth and you felt his hand slowly creep up your leg. His other was on the small of your back. His hand began to slowly travel up and down your leg, stopping to squeeze every now and then as you continued the kiss.

God, he was being so gentle with you and all you can think about is ripping his clothes off.

You shifted your body so you were straddling him without breaking contact with his lips. His hands started to squeeze your thighs a little harder, his thumbs rubbing your inner thighs.

You whined a little against his lips. You could feel his lips turn into a smile. You decided to deepen the kiss by opening your mouth and sliding your tongue along his lips. You felt him shiver as he welcomed you. What started as an innocent kiss began to turn into a make-out sesh. His hands had moved to your hips and were gripping them. Not tightly enough to hurt you, but enough to feel oh so good.

You broke away from the kiss when you heard the oven timer go off. “Dammit, cookies,” you joked, getting up from Ford’s lap. “Don’t move. I’ll be back for you, handsome.” You quickly pecked his nose and made your way into the kitchen. The Snickerdoodles smelled delicious as you pulled them out of the oven. You placed the pan on the stove top not wanting to damage the kitchen table from the heat. You removed your oven mitts from your hand and placed them back in the drawer where they came from.

“Cookies are done! Just-“ You were cut off by Ford scooping you into his arms and carrying you to his room. You were giggling uncontrollably all the way there feeling like a bride on her honeymoon.

He pushed open his bedroom door and gently placed you on his bed. He sat beside you, his eyes staring earnestly into yours. He took your hands into his, fingers intertwining perfectly together.

“Y/N, I’ve been thinking,” he started. “I am tired of dancing around these feelings I have for you. I want to be completely vulnerable.”

You were a little worried as to what he was about to tell you.

“I’m in love with you. I love everything about you, and I know in my heart this is deeper than surface level admiration. And…if you’ll let me. I want to show you just how much I love you.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes. You lifted your hand into his and began to plant kisses on each of his knuckles. “Oh, Stanford. I would be honoured, but are you sure you want to move forward like that? I know you like to take things slow.”

He shook his head and smiled at you while using his thumb to wipe away the tear falling down your cheek. “I’m totally sure. I was holding back my affections for you because I was scared. I’ve never felt this strongly for someone before, and I didn’t want to make careless mistakes. Now all I want is you. If you’ll have me, that is.”

You grinned and nodded your head eagerly. “Yes, please.” His face was pink perhaps from the whirlwind of emotions you both were experiencing.

He leaned forward his hands holding your face now. His movements were more sure than they had ever been before. You laid on your back, letting him take charge.

Your innocent kiss quickly turned rampant, exploring each other’s mouths. Your hands gripping his broad shoulders and moving through his hair once again. His elbows were on either side of your head, his breath becoming more ragged. His lips moved from yours to kiss down your neck. You moaned into his ear as sucked on a spot in the dip of your collarbones. There was sure to be a hickey there in the morning, but you didn’t mind. There was something erotic about having a mark from him.

Ford kissed down the other side of your neck, leaving yet another sign he was there on your collarbone. His mouth went to your ear to whisper, “May I take off your shirt?”

“Yes,” you hissed. That was all he needed. His fingers tugged the hem of your oversized shirt and pulled it over your head. You weren’t wearing a bra which had Ford somewhat short-circuiting. His eyes drank you in, eyes trying to capture your beauty permanently in his mind. He stared for so long you had become a tad insecure, so you crossed your arms over your breasts.

“No, no,” he moved your arms away quickly. “I’m sorry, dear. You’re just so…beautiful.” You felt your face heat up. His eyes were just so full of adoration, and it made you nervous.

“Thank you,” you replied softly. He smiled gently and started to kiss down your chest. They were as soft as feathers. He then kneaded at your breasts, letting out a sharp exhale. His calloused hands felt wonderful against you. His thumb caressed your nipple before he put it in his mouth. You yelped at the contact. His tongue swirled around your aerola as his other hand pinched your hard nipple between his fingers.

“F-Ford,” you breathed, your hands gripping his hair. He had began to suck at your nipple and repeated the same actions to your other breast.

He continued to move down your body, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. He got to your loose shorts and looked at you as to ask for permission. You nodded, your face becoming hotter.

Ford’s eyes glinted with lust as he looked into your eyes. “You know, I loved the way you said my name. Can’t wait to hear you say it more.” You could barely register how smooth that line was before he was removing your pajama bottoms. You didn’t wear underwear to bed so you were now completely exposed.

Ford sat up to look you up and down. His lips were parted slightly, and his hands gently rubbed your thighs. He looked at you in disbelief.

“Y/N, you are the most heavenly sight I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” Ford murmured. “You look like art.” His eyes had gazed down back to your now dripping core, but you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. He sure knew how to worship his woman.

“But frankly, my dear, I’m about to be very disrespectful to you,” he mumbled, his lips kissing your inner thighs.

“Oh God,” you moaned. He was making his way to your center but taking his sweet time. Ford was a loving man. However, you could tell a primal part of him had been awakened.

His placed sweet kisses along your folds before flicking his tongue along your clit to tease you. You cried out in pleasure as he dove into you. He licked a stripe inside you and moved his tongue back and forth. You heard him moan deeply as he tasted you. Your brain was becoming foggy from how good everything felt and how he enjoyed pleasing you. Your thighs pressed against the side of his head; his hands were massaging your hips.

“Stanford, please. I want to feel you.” You needed him so bad. He lifted his head up from your thighs, slick covering his chin and lips. His hair was a ruffled mess. God, he looked good.

“Of course, sweetheart.” His finger rubbed along your entrance. He breathed heavy as he slid a finger into you. You let out a sharp inhale as you adjusted to him.

“Ford…”

“You feel so, so good.” Ford pumped his finger back and forth in you. Your eyes were closed and your legs had started to shake. “Fuck,” he said under his breath. Seeing you come apart underneath him was almost too much for Ford.

You had decided that he had done enough for you. It was time to return the favor. “Baby, baby. I wanna ride you.” Ford stopped and slowly removed himself from you.

“Are you sure?” he asked. I don’t mind-“ You pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. You grabbed his face and kissed him passionately.

You separated from the kiss to see his eyes wide and a tinge of pink on his cheeks. “Take off your shirt,” you demanded. He quickly removed his loose red shirt to reveal a toned, yet scarred body. You had actually seen him shirtless before accidentally when he came out of the shower in just a towel so this wasn’t a shock. You found it incredibly attractive. Although, it took lots of convincing for him to believe you.

You ran your hands over his chest and kissed him once more. “You’re so sexy, Stanford,” you whispered to him before biting his earlobe. You spastically kissed him all over his body, letting your hands now roam over his muscular arms. You couldn’t tell it by looking at him, but he was packing some heat under those sweaters. You were also grinding down on his painfully erect dick which caused him to whimper.

Ford sat up and held you close to him as you fumbled with pulling down his sweatpants. He sprang free and you lowered yourself onto him. He let out a guttural moan as he felt your walls tighten around him. His forehead was against your shoulder while you bounced up and down on him. His strong hands had grabbed onto your ass, his fingers pressing into the tended flesh.

“Y/N…Oh my…” You held his face in your hands, making him look you in the eyes while you fucked him. He had a loving look; you had an animalistic one.

“I’m… Not going to last much longer, darling,” he said between breaths.

“Me neither baby.” It was the truth. He already almost had you with his finger, but now that his length was inside you, you didn’t stand a chance. Your legs had started twitching and you threw your head back, allowing Ford to assault your neck further. His arms were now wrapped around you as you came insanely hard. You thought you were gonna see stars. It only took a couple more seconds for him to fill you up. His chest heaved up and down as he collapsed on his bed with you on top of him.

“That was…wonderful,” he sighed, placing a kiss against your temple.

“Agreed, but I think we need a shower after that,” you suggested.

Ford raised one of his eyebrows at you. “Round two?”

You laughed and smacked his shoulder. “Oh you bet.”

P.S. I didn’t look over this so if you see a typo or bad grammar no you didn’t

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Eisteddfod Chairs: Pick Your Winner!

It's almost June! Nearly time to reveal the 2023 Chair! So come, gather round Tumblrs, let me tell you of the furniture-based customs of my people

So Wales has been celebrating Eisteddfodau (festivals of poetry, music, and disco dancing), in some form or another, since at least the 1100s, when Lord Rhys of Dinefwr had one all formal-like and made it into a big fun party and that. The word basically means 'sitting place', and probably refers to the way people in summer would gather round the twmpath in the village to listen to bards that passed through and drink mead and shout 'hurrah!' a lot. Amazingly, this is not where the Chair Thing comes from.

Part of Welsh history is the Bardic Age, and it was custom for bards to travel the country and visit the courts of assorted gentry types (also normal people's houses and taverns and twmpaths but let's stay on topic) and play for them. If the lord paid well, great; if not, the bard would write a Super Mean Song about them and sing it everywhere, so they were pretty well treated.

But if they were particularly good, rather than making them play for the WHOLE meal, the lord would offer them a chair at the table to join in the feast as a guest, rather than a worker, and THAT is where the Chair Thing comes from.

Anyway that's preamble to say that every year in the biggest Eisteddfod of all - the Eisteddfod Genedlaethol - the highest honour awarded goes to the Prifardd - the bard who writes the winning cywydd (super complex Welsh poetry WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO EXPLAIN ALL OF THIS). And the prize for writing the winning cywydd is that you are awarded, you guessed it, the Chair.

Now these Chairs (capital C, please, we like a bit of Fantasy Novel Capitalisation and for this cultural reason I will never understand people who complain about it) are unique. They are thrones. They are carved each year by one chosen carpenter, who crafts a one-of-a-kind Chair with symbolism and that, never to be replicated. They usually have the year carved on, but otherwise, they vary wildly in aesthetic and symbolism. In a No Award year (because Eisteddfod judges don't subscribe to the Western idea that there HAS to be a first, second and third place; if no one is good enough there is no award, and I have seen choir competitions for seven year olds where there was no first or third place but there were two choirs in joint second), the Chair is sent back to the carpenter who carved it, and they get to keep it. In a year where the bard died before the ceremony, it is draped in black, and given to next of kin.

(That has only happened once. RIP Hedd Wyn, 1887-1917. Also the only reproduced Chair; the original, known as the Gadair Ddu (the Black Chair) is on display in his family home, but a 3D printed replica has been made for display by Amgueddfa Cymru)

BUT THEREFORE a big part of Eisteddfod fun is seeing what the Chair will look like this year. Traditional ones, see, we tend to think look like variants of this:

(Apologies for the substandard attempts at alt-text; I have no clue how to describe these properly)

This one is from 1896. The phrase "Y gwir yn erbyn y byd" means "The truth against the world", and was included in a lot of old ones. Modern ones tend to incorporate the druidic symbol for awen ("poetic inspriation") instead. Some of these incidentally turn up in lil' chapels and that about the country.

But actually even the old ones were mad different, look; clockwise from top left, these are y Gadair Ddu (1917), 1876, 1926 (when the carpenter was Chinese and enjoyed the cultural fusion), and 1908.

Still the same theme, though, but in the modern day the carpenters are all off the shits! They're all over the place! Fuck the rules! And I have Opinions.

Category: I See What You Did There

SYMBOLISM!!! 2011 is a pit wheel from Wrexham's mining past! 2013 is the head of a harp, from Denbighshire's cultural harp-making past! 2017 is fish, from Anglesey's maritime present! Fantastic. Love it.

Best in category: 2017. Why does Anglesey's have so many eyes on the fish? We don't know. Wylfa B protestors reportedly furious.

Category: The Modern Throne

TALL!!! That silhouette! That height!! They have the range, darling! Christ knows 2016 doesn't have anything else going for it! Shout out to the Conwy river on 2019, the different woods from the forests of Maldwyn for 2015, and the red kite symbolism for Ceredigion in 2022 (the spiritual home of the bird, where the species was first saved).

Best in category: 2019, Conwy. I like the bridge and the river lines and the water effect on the front of the seat it's just so pretty.

Category: That's Just A Chair

(I am actually friends with the Prifardd who won 2018 at the bottom there :D )

WHAT ARE RULES WE JUST WANT FUNCTIONAL CHAIRS. Man even so 2014 was fucking ugly. You could have 2018 in your house. Around your table, like. Even 2012 has a sort of IKEA vibe that's boring but palatable. 2014 is only coming in the house under sufferance.

Best in Category: 2018, easy, and not just because it's the one I'm most likely to get to sit in one day. It's pretty.

Category: NO GODS NO CHAIRS NO MASTERS

WHAT

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN 2010

BRO I DO NOT THINK YOU TRIED

Best in Category: OBVIOUSLY 2021 I COULD PHYSICALLY MAKE 2010 MYSELF

[foodtruckery]

Your abo idea is so good and you mentioned the idea of ford obsessing over who else has helped stan with his heats but what I'm wondering is if ford would obsess over /him/ helping. Wondering what wouldve been different if stan presented when they were younger (then probably dismissing it thinking how their father wouldve blown a gasket) or if stan had called him and told him when it happened or if he had known even when he came out of the portal

I think abo stancest has potential for some fun dynamics and your characterization of those too would make it soooo good omega old man stan who's still just as much of an ass as he usually is and it both drives ford up the wall and makes him a little bit more crazy with his scent

oho you've activated my "i haven't stopped thinking about this idea and have more to share than you asked for" trap card! (and you've given me an excellent excuse to step away from halloween party prep for a minute, so thank you, anon!!) btw this is. so much fucking longer than i meant for it to be, i'm SO sorry.

but absofuckinlutely ford would be as haunted by that thought as i am by this whole premise. i'm putting this behind a cut JUST because i managed to ramble for 1,000 words about this because it is eating me alive. please know that if i hadn't been forced to spend the last several days locked in on party planning, there would already be something more coherent in the works for this lol.

i like to think that when he was younger, ford would've been just. obsessed with the fantasy of it all, right? when he's still heavily embedded in that society and wrapped up in the expectations of how alphas are supposed to be, how omegas are supposed to be. how could he NOT think about the ways things may have been different. what stan would have smelled like with that sweeter omega edge, or how much different, how much wetter, it may have sounded when he overheard him masturbating in the dark when stan thought he'd fallen asleep.

and what a perfect excuse to finally act on those less-than-acceptable feelings he's had about his brother. sure, it's not the done thing, but they're already so close, and they share all their space, and who would really blame him for being completely overhwelmed by all those pesky new instincts when stan went into heat for the first time?

but that's fantasty land, and older ford is the universe's smartest boy, so he knows that's obviously never going to happen. instead, i like to think our super intelligent idiot goes and develops a thing for betas instead, which he blames on the FWB thing he has going on in college with fiddleford and never inspects anymore closely than that. he's entirely too much of an intellectual to be fussed with all that secondary instincts nonesense, after all, and ford is NOT a natural caretaker/pack leader sort, can't stand the idea of some simpering omega expecting him to handle everything for them all the time, so it makes sense that he gravitates towards betas on the blessedly rare occassion where he seeks out a partner -- usually to get over a rut or something similar.

and then....well, there's the whole portal thing. and wouldn't you know it? not a lot of secondary genders in the multiverse! well, multi-genders, absolutely, but it's surprisingly rare to come across anyone else with the specific sort of secondary gender alignments from his universe. but that's even better, because it just separates him even further from the expectations he was always outside the lines of anyway.

of course, when he gets BACK, it's....hard to adjust to finding out that stan did, actually, present after he was kicked out left. but as an alpha. which...that makes sense! it's what they expected after ford presented, right? twins and all that. explains why they brawled right after he got home -- stupid, useless alpha hormones vying for dominance. and because smartest boy ford is so separated from all this by the time he comes back, it doesn't ever occur to him that stan would have to be feigning more than just his name and an ID card to impersonate ford for 30 years.

and why would he think stan was anything else, after all? sure, ford is a little rusty with identifying scents like these nowadays, but he isn't incompetent. stan smells like an alpha. and he sure as hell acts like one -- the worst kind, even. cocky, loud, physical, brash. ford definitely doesn't spend any time at all disappointed by this turn of events. and he certainly doesn't spend any other time fantasizing about bitching stan to make a point about reclaiming his home and his territory. he doesn't strip his dick to that idea at all.

needless to say. by the time things...settle down, ford's made some peace with the situation. he's found enough middle ground with stan that he isn't willing to fuck up rebuilding some kind of (loathe though he is to admit it) pack with his brother over a fleeting fantasy.

having all of that upended again, though? it's like turning a tap on full blast after you just got the damn thing to stop dripping. hard to hold on to the "i prefer to fuck betas" and "i am over this obsession with my brother" mentality when you're face to face with the bedrock of every lewd, overindulgent sexual fantasy you had between presenting and college. and how could he not consider all the things he missed, that could have actually been within reach?

where the hell was stanley when he went into heat for the first time? he wouldn't have known to start suppressents or pheremone drugs before that. did he ride it out alone in the back of that damn car someplace, getting slick all over the upholstery and his hands? did he think about ford to get through it? or did he find somebody to help out? to give him a door to lock or, worse, a bed to share. if he was fucking a stranger through his first heat, did he think about ford to get through that?

what if he'd said something the night he came to gravity falls? hell, by that point, ford can't even remember how stan had smelled that night, not in the midst of the torture and the paranoia and the insomnia -- if he hadn't been in the middle of bill's psychological warfare, would he have noticed that stan had presented? or would he have fallen as easily for whatever drugs stan may have been hiding behind then as he did when he came back?

but if he had noticed, would it have changed anything? it probably would have made things worse if it had, of course. bill knew all about stan and, worse, the fantasy of stan of ford held on to all those years. realistically, it would only have been horrible if stan had shown up on his doorstep halfway being dragged into a heat. but the idea of it -- of fucking stan through it in the basement instead of fighting over the portal and his journals. well, that's a nice thought.

it does beg the question, though: if ford can't remember how stan was presenting that night, there's a chance he hadn't been masking as an alpha yet. and even if he was, ford knows enough about the illicit drug trade to know that it's never a sure thing. did stan ever lapse? 30 years is a breathtakingly long time to be on those sorts of drugs, and they can't have all come from reputable places or been easy to get a hold of. especially in the woods in oregon.

it's clear with the situation now that being off those drugs has pointed and rather immediate consequences. does that mean that stan went into heat in the shack at some point? maybe multiple points? if it happened early on, would he have nested in ford's room, with whatever might have still smelled like him? or did he find someone in town to help? worse, was there someone in town who helped regularly when this sort of thing came up? and most importantly if so, who?

ford has QUESTIONS to say the least, but he is taking all of this QUITE WELL GIVEN THE CIRCUMSTANCES, thank you very much.

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Bigger than the Both of Us (#5)

Can't Remember My Name (#20)

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[esotheria-sims]

omg!!! your game is stunning! I love the medieval/fantasty vibes of it! can I ask where you go the beautiful door and the ladder in this post please? /esotheria-sims/761255117640040448/22-upon-their-return-from-gatehouse-inn-adam-was

[post in question]

Thanks, nonners! 😊 It makes me happy to know others enjoy my silly medieval/fantasy aesthetic as much as I do! ✨️🏰✨️

As for your wcif:

1. Door: Shastakiss' recolors of Windkeeper's Tavern door

2. Ladder: Marvine's Ladder

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[soracities]

it's been a month since i encountered larissa pham's crush (pop song) (i think i saw it from you) and it hasn't left my mind, so i wanted to start a discussion or know your thoughts about it. i know that having a crush is something that most of us can relate to. but i've always seen statements where people say when their crushes start to like them back, they begin to lose interest. i haven't experienced it. although i think it's because i haven't been liked back (at least in the way that it's been properly communicated or something that I felt), i always experienced being treated differently whenever someone that I have a crush on became aware of my feelings (whether it's from my confession or someone who know us told them my feelings) nonetheless, i just don't get the reason behind people say they lose interest when their crushes start to reciprocate their feelings. isn't the point of a crush for them to notice you or like you back? if not, then please, can someone explain or let me understand the rationale why people lose interest when their crushes like them back? anyone, anons, pls feel free to pitch in. so sorry guys for this nonsense hahaha. thank you.

I haven't read "Crush", but in response to your question--from my own experience and understanding at least--I think a lot of our expectations around crushes depend a great deal on where exactly our feelings for them are coming from, and this isn't always straight-cut for everyone. As much as having a crush can sometimes be giddyingly freeing in a sense, as though you've finally been released from the boring confines of your own being, it can also be something deeply reflective with regards to your own life and your own emotional landscape. Crushes are interesting in that, in the early stages at least, a lot of the time it's not so much about the actual person but your idea of that person and what they represent: and unlike the actual person, what they come to symbolise for you is something that exists entirely in your own head--and when it is in your head it is, crucially, under your control. There's a really good section in Alain de Botton's Essays in Love that I actually think does a great job of explaining this:

Whatever you imagine unfolding between yourself and the person you like are at the end of the day nothing but fictional narratives that are entirely on your terms: you can play out everything you've ever wanted someone to say or do or express to you. It's a very safe and (somewhat) fulfilling form of validation with very little risk. And I think this element of distance, fantasty, and control is partly why some people find themselves no longer liking someone when this person likes them back--the illusion of control a secret or unrequited crush gives you is suddenly gone and now you have to contend with reality. And reality is unpredictable. You go from something totally risk-free to something fraught with risk at every turn. And how you contend with that risk is a good indicator of what actually might be fuelling your crushes beneath the surface, and who those crushes tend to be on. In your fantasies, you don't have to contend with jealousy, insecurites, miscommunication, petty disagreements. But in real life you do. And underneath jealousy, insecurity, disagreement and miscommunication lie a host of other issues that you have to confront and work through and that can seem, depending on how immense they are for you, daunting and terrifying because they do not allow you a way out of your own messiness and imperfection.

This is not to say that people who have crushes and respond in this way aren't aware of their own flaws--but I think the problem here is precisely that they may be too aware of them (and I include myself in this). Such hyperawareness is actually detrimental to the risks required to try and confront those issues because knowing every little detail about your flaws can make them seem insurmountably pervasive to you: you spend so much time analysing them that they actually eclipse everything else about you, so that it seems as though you are nothing but this deeply flawed and problematic being. In such a scenario the relative safety of your unspoken crush fantasy far outweighs the reality of having everything you feel you are defined by actually seen by someone else. Because you've spent so long cataloguing all your faults in microscopic detail, you assume everyone is going to subject you to the same harsh, withering glare you give yourself.

I think the difference between people who have crushes with the genuine hope and intention that they will be returned, and those who run away at the first hint of real affection comes down to that: an awareness and firm belief in the value of your own being, in what you do deserve and what you don't. Whatever the Crush™️comes to symbolise for someone, it can be just as indicative of what they like and value in a partner as it can be of what they lack and most desperately need for themselves: a crush, because of all the meaning, you've imbued them with, becomes a convenient stand-in for those needs (because it is a lot easier, as I said, than confronting them). As a result, we convince ourselves that this person is the solution when the reality is that, most of the time, the solution lies elsewhere. Sometimes it's simply down to a boredom that the giddyness of liking someone distracts you from. Sometimes it's something far deeper.

At the end of the day, a great deal of love, or any romantic affection, requires you to put yourself, at some point, into the eyes of your most beloved--you learn to understand and accept certain aspects of how they see and feel things in the world around them. Part and parcel of that, though, is that you also have to see and accept how they see you--you have to accept the love and affection they offer you, the love and affection they hold for you, as a fundamental truth to them. You have to accept being seen fully, with your virtues and your flaws, without imposing your idea of yourself on someone else who doesn't share that--in other words, not believing, as that excerpt says that there must be something wrong with them for liking "someone like me".

But if you're at a point where you cannot see that in yourself, or aren't ready to begin seeing, or even just accepting it from another, when you can only see everything that you feel is unattractive and wrong with you, you end up with your wires crossed: you assume that what they see has to be what you see or otherwise that you've just fooled them into thinking otherwise and it's a matter of time before they realise it--your own image of yourself is so certain because it's the most fixed and enduring image you have: it's familiarity makes it seem safer and that makes it harder to give up when someone arrives at your doorstop with an incomprehensible reality--that, actually, they do like you back. And actually, no, it's not a trick.

As I said, I think crushes are incredibly interesting because, the giddiness aside, the few times I've had them I've always wound up realising something about myself that had never ocurred to me until then. It's allowed me to recalibrate and reassess many things and a lot of it is painful, but it's also deeply important. Being loved and wanted romantically is something most people desire, one way or another, and when you find yourself frequently getting in your own way--despite genuinely wanting these romantic connections--there can be a variety of reasons underlying that depending on your own emotional makeup, your own personal histories, and your own fears and experiences.

[docholligay]

I know GoT only by reputation, and what little I've seen of it on tumblr, but... sometimes, I feel like fantasy, as a genre, has been absolutely ruined by the success of GoT. Everything these days seems to be about making settings and characters as nasty, brutish, and dirty as possible. It's incredibly tiring, and really frustrating, to the point of feeling like these sorts of tropes are being repeated for their own sake rather than because they actually do anything for the story or characters.

(Also, being the sort of person who easily becomes queasy at the sight or thought of blood, and has issues with everything being so darned loud, this tends to be a particular pet peeve in television, but even books aren't completely immune to this effect either, which makes it doubly frustrating.)

I mean this in the nicest possible way, please imagine me saying this with a big smile on my face and laughing as I take a swig from my beer, but you and I are SO diametrically opposed on this!

I mean, anything can be written BADLY, of course, but I fell out of reading fantasy as i got older not because it all became A Song of Ice and Fire but because it all seemed to be "a brave young woman!! IS the chosen one!! And she will prevail over SUPER DARKNESS. And only the parental figure will die, to motivate her, and everyone's intentions and clear and good, and also there are dragons I guess." There's so much narrative safety. There's so many last-minute asspulls to save someone. I would LOVE some well written political machination but there are dragons though. That's why I liked Locke Lamora!

I think we have a tendency to notice the things we hate. So for me, Fantasty now is fucking lousy with ~queer retellings~ that are all very life affirming and nice and all that but all the eating each other out in the world isn't going to get me over the hump of wishing there were actual, painful consequences for being an idiot, or even just unlucky.

Part of why people named Doc, who are me, really like Song of ice and Fire (please note I actually DON'T like Game of Thrones) is that anyone COULD die. The books would not CHEAT TO HELP THE GOOD GUY WIN. And for me, that was everything. As a young teen who had read so so so much fantasy but was starting to feel really resentful of the way it never seemed to mirror the moments of difficulty and pain in life, it meant so much (I think the show edged too hard toward Cheating To Help The bad Guy Win, but that's another matter)

But obviously you and I are totally different people. You admit to being squeamish, so of course you don't care for things that involve violence. I, on the other hand, am an excellent person to have in any given bloody crisis, as I have Done Time in Ag. I am, to give a real life example, the person you calmly call into the kitchen to help when you've nearly taken your finger off with a meat slicer. I have a smile and a "We can handle this!" to give. I, on the third hand, have had life experiences that make, "the magical salvation of being nice and believing really hard" feel like an actual-ass insult. I never met a war that didn't take its chunk, and you don't get to pick where they come from.

These are just differences of personality. Fucking magical princess witches in the forest running from the bad guys but overcoming it all with sass and gay love because we're twelve I guess exists for you, and grimdark machinations toward a lead crown of thorns where evil brings profit and virtue none at all because fuck happiness everyone should be a German concrete salesman is for me. I think there's probably more of what both of us like than either of us are actually admitting.

However, everything is too loud for me all the time also, I really recommend eargasm earplugs, which come with a very small container and are nearly invisible and discreet when in. They block some of the sound but not all of it. Many people in my life casually don't even know I have them or sometimes put them in for louder places.

[shenevertricks1831]

Eddie Munson X witchy!reader Headcanons

AN: is this self indulgent? Absolutely, but I fully believe this sweet nerdy boy would be more than pleased with a witchy woman lol please enjoy my babbling, I actually have more thoughts on this subject so there may be a part 2...

Warnings-some language, some suggestive content, read at your own discretion

Eddie totally gives her cools rocks he finds.

Sometimes he'll be walking to his usual dealing picnic table and something on the ground will just catch his eye.

Its not at all uncommon for him to gift you little pieces of nature he finds that remind him of you.

A rock he found on the shore of Lovers Lake that he swears is the exact same shade as your irises.

A white pebble that reminds him of the moon, which in turn reminds him of you.

A single wildflower he came across that just happens to be your favorite color.

He appreciates that you enjoy and see beauty in little things.

He doesn't have much money, but for once he doesn't feel like he needs to. Yes, he'd love to be able to take you out more and spoil you like you deserve..

But there's something about the way you blush and your eyes sparkle when he gifts you a little piece of nature with no value, other than it made him think of you, that could make him totally forget about the existence of money.

Has no problem just wondering around the woods with you.

You wanna go look for mushrooms for your photography class, he is down.

You wanna go look for animal bones? He's, well honestly at first he's basically just this...

But no seriously at first he was a little creeped out.

Once you explained to him that it was nothing more than you finding them beautiful and fascinating. He is absolutely down.

After listening to you talk about how much they intrigued you and seeing how dreamy your eyes get when you mention something about "finding beauty in death" or something poetic like that; anyway ya, he was down, totally down.

Seeing you wandering the woods though was a totally different thing, way more than he was ever prepared for.

He'd often stop behind you for a moment, and just watch you. He'd take in you're movements. The way you almost seemed to float through the trees, with your long flowy dress and your 'Stevie Nicks' shawl.

You look ethereal. You reminded him of an elf or a fairy, something from one of his fantasty books or games.

When you stop and bend down to a bunch of flowers, picking two before silently thanking the plant. Placing one flower behind your ear you skip over to Eddie and place the second flow behind his ear.

You leave a soft kiss on his cheek before grabbing his hand and skipping on, with a wide eyed Eddie training behind you.

He hates to admit it, but he totally pops a boner over the whole ordeal.

He can't help it! He's been into D&D and Lord of the Rings for years! Of course he's thought about fucking some sort of fae in the woods!

This is so so so fucking close to a dream come true.

Now only one question, would you let him fuck you in the woods?

Okay actually another question, would you be down to wear some fake fairy wings while he fucks you in the woods?

The answer to both of those questions is yes.

100% wants to try some sort of ritualistic sex stuff.

He is quite honestly just a little bummed when you break it to him that you don't know anything about ritualistic sex stuff, so that probably won't happen.

You wind up letting him fuck you in the dark with a circle of flickering candles surrounding you, and a couple other things thrown in to add to the ambiance.

It may not be actual, real, ritualistic sex; but you're sweet Eddie is nothing if not theatrical, so you're more than happy to indulge in the theatrics for him.

[gurl-pls-evn-the-sharks-fear-me]

Hello this is my fandoms list of what i write for and what i write

please read if your going to request a lot of it is important either post your request in the notes/comments or ask me anything box in bio I only do chrXrdr or chrXchr or ocXoc

Newsies (broadway and 1992)

Ride The Cyclone

Grey Anatomy (i'm only on season 3)

Any Slasher that i know i'll tell you if i know them or not

Docter who (10th, 11th and 15th and maybe some companions aswell)

Torchwood

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Tuck Everlasting broadway (this musical needs a bigger fanbase)

maybe falsettos i'm not to big in the fandom but i know of it

i can do actor x reader but doesn't mean it guaranteed kinda weirds me out even if i used to red em

rocky horror picture show

I WILL NOT DO ANIME (ofc watch it i just don't like writing it)

i can do oc if you dm their backstory, their names and what the look like

Two Broke Girls love the show to bits

Ghostbusters mainly the newer ones i love the older ones i just find it easier to write the newer ones (I FINALLY WATCHED FROZEN EMPIRE YIPPIE. be free to request asmuch froze empire stuff i mainly really like anything todo with lars pinfield lol)

i can do modern au's and afterlife au like the limbo type place

i can do fluff and angst

NO R@PE, NO-CON OR SMUT, i will do angst just not severe abuse or violence unless the character has an abusive background i can mention abuse but just cause i can doesn't mean i will

dark romance, slow burn and enemies to lovers

TLOU (i love the game and want to watch the show so bad)

Harry potter/fantastic Beasts

good omens (i love the show but i just don't know how to write for it for some reason)

Mary poppins (only the second movie tho)

greatest showman maybe idk

Descendants (3&4)

disney/pixar movies that i havn't mentioned

NO MARVEL OR DC (the fandoms allright i just don't like writing for it i like the movies tho)

i can also do fantasty i will love for you to request fantasty oc's if you want

fantasy romance would kill for it

How To Train Your Dragon 2 & 3 maybe 1 if it's a flashback

[crushedsweets]

in a far away universe where ninakate is canon in creeped verse how do u think their future together would be like? Like moving in with each other...getting married...adopting pets etc etc

AAGGGGHHH OK OK this is SUPER fantasy-type for me, not really realistic for the lore itself... but au where ninakate is canon is fantasty anyway so i do as i please. this is so fanficy and cheesy and stupid and goofy but i dont even caaareee they make me really happy I MISS MY GF(i saw her today. mb)

so this would happen LONG after kate finally heals from O/S syndrome. she is no longer a proxy, no longer has 'the chaser', has spent years working with toby, nat, jack, and nina to get better. get her GED, heal her overworked body, etc. i think kate would have to get a new identity/SSN from BEN so she can work. . . OR she'd wipe all of her missing person files and he'd get her a copy of her SSN, so everything can still be under her name?! i dunno, something super over-powered LMFAO

they'd move close to the coast. a quiet beach city filled mostly with old retired couples and young families. they rent out a small, quaint little house from an older butch/femme lesbian couple. its a short 30 minute walk from the beach (nothing for kate, good for nina). nina works as a nail tech, kate works at a morgue. lots of night shifts for kate, but nina has a disorganized sleep schedule, so she'll be awake when kate leaves and comes home. . .

nina would want marriage sometime into their 30s. without a doubt. and i dont think kate would mind. 'its a piece of paper' (its a legally binding life long commitment but she dgaf) .... nina would get so emotional talking about it, kate is like 'ok well why wouldnt i do it. make her happy.' nina wants a huge, dramatic, extravagant wedding... but i think they'd have a small, private wedding on the beach with very few people. nina wears a mermaid style dress with a dramatically long veil thats dragging all in the sand and was an obecjtively bad decision but kate said it was pretty so nina HAAAD to wear it. kates in a suit. with a pink little pocket square. cuz nina wanted to have pink in the wedding. they probably organized it all themselves, having them + toby and clocky thrift a ton of rando wooden chairs and toby/kate hand made the arch while clocky/nina put flowers all over it. AUGH. come on.

nina wants a chihuahua sooo badly sooo bad so bad. or a pommie. just some cutesy small dog. kate wants like a huge guard dog. smth smth 'for when im not around' and ninas always like oooooooo u care about meeee . LMFAOOOO. so maybe a pommie and a rottweiler .... crazy cute combo, of course .. .

they'd still have issues to get over. neither of them are very healthy partners for a long time, with nina being so horribly anxiously attached and kate being so distant and avoidant. kate being so bad at communicating would trigger the fuck out of nina. and nina is quick to raise her voice, and kate is selectively mute, so nina would trigger that as well. which frustrates nina, then upsets kate, which is a shitty cycle. nina has horrible self image and self esteem, and kate is NOT equipped to handle that - her appearance has never mattered to her, and nina being so worked up over superficial stuff is bothersome. they have a LOT going on that they NEED to work through. and since this is a fictional fantasy ship, THEY WILL LOL they will. because i want them to. and i think they deserve it.

auuughh i just. . . i like them :(

[stigmataslut]

Punishment

Lil fic about when your local hot priest finds your hierophilia blog. F/M, dubcon. Crossposted to AO3.

"Ah-ah," chides the priest from behind you, gripping one hand tightly around your wrist and pressing the other's palm against the back of your neck.  "I'd like you to stay a little longer today."

You feel your breathing speed up from the roughness of the touches, your mind racing as you simultaneously try to steady your breaths and imagine why he's preventing you from leaving. 

He keeps you frozen in place until all the other congregants have left and the church doors close behind them.  He takes the hand from your wrist and wraps it around your chest. 

"I saw your post about Ash Wednesday."

You're glad the priest can't see you contort your face in pained embarrassment.  You thought you'd been careful.  Nothing on that blog should've been able to lead someone back to you. 

You're too surprised to answer with more than a squeak in the back of your throat.  The priest moves his hand from your neck to your lips, forcing your mouth open and pushing three fingers inside. 

"Don't you feel guilty?" he asks.  "Don't you feel any shame at profaning a holy ritual with your disgusting fantasties?"

He's pressing his body against your back now, and you can feel that he's hard beneath his cassock.  You moan softly into his fingers. 

"Is this what you wanted?" he hisses, grinding his erection against you.  "I've refrained from temptations so far this Lent, but feel what you've done to me."

He removes his fingers from your mouth, slick with your saliva, and forces your head to the side.  You feel his breath on you as he hovers his mouth just over the side of your neck. 

"Father," you whisper, rubbing yourself against him. 

You hear him swallow thickly at the sound of his title. 

"Father," you repeat, with a debauched moan.  "It doesn't seem like your thoughts are any purer than mine."

The priest kisses your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.  His grip on you tightens and he starts to rock his hips back and forth into you.  "It's your fault.  I wouldn't be feeling like this if you hadn't put those imagines into my head."

"You intend to punish me, then?"

He kisses your neck again and again as he bucks against you, then answers with a whisper: "Against the wall."

You walk ahead a few steps, then turn and put your back to the wall.  Your priest is blushing brightly, and the tent of his cassock is not only evident but showing a small shining spot at its peak. 

He stares at you, deciding what to do, then forces your hands above your head and pins your wrists together with one hand.  He keeps kissing you, moving from your neck to your jaw.  You part your lips obediently, wanting his mouth on yours.  He tilts his head back and shakes it, tutting gently.  "Not the lips.  You don't deserve that.  This is punishment, remember?"

You whine, wanting any kind of relief. Keeping your arms pinned, the priest uses his other hand to pull down your pants and underwear, sliding a finger along your entrance. 

"So wet for me," he murmurs, his breath hitching.  He bites his lip, forcing himself to regain composure. "You're in a house of God, behaving like a whore.  You disgust me."

You buck into his hand.  "Please, Father.  Fuck me."

"Yes, darling, I'll fuck you.  I'll fuck that sin out of you, and make you see how truly sick your fantasies are."

He hitches up his cassock, revealing his erection already leaking precum.  You wonder if he often preaches without underwear, or if this is just for you. 

The priest isn't interested in being gentle.  He forces himself all the way inside you, sliding in easily.  He groans loudly, the sound tapering off into a whining moan. 

"Look what you've done to me, darling," he whimpers, pounding into you.  "Decades of abstince ruined because of you."

You can't touch him, you can only barely move your hips with how completely he's pressing you against the wall.  But if this is really supposed to be a punishment, it's not working.  Your orgasm makes your legs shake and you moan.

The priest starts fucking you even harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He begins to whine loudly, then cums inside you with a shout.  He presses himself against you as fully as he can, desperate to fill you with his seed. 

He drops his head onto your shoulder and you feel the grip on your wrists loosen. 

"Don't," he whsipers as you start to move your hands.  "I'm not done with you yet."

"What more do you want from me, Father?"

"I want you on your knees."

You acquiesce.  His cum is leaking out of you and down your thighs, leaving a stain on the church carpet as you kneel down.  You look up and see the priest, half-hard, palming himself. 

"It's Ash Wednesday," he recites, his tip twitching.  "Time to think about a priest cumming on your face and using it to draw the cross on your forehead."

Involuntarily, you bite your lip. 

"Is that what you think of me?  Of the Church?  Of our sacred rituals that honor the suffering and death of our Lord Jesus Christ?"

His voice is rising with every word until he's shouting, fucking his hand ecstatically.  He's too inexperienced to last very long before he cums again, so he brings a hand down onto your head to hold you in place.  You part your lips. 

The priest's hot cum spatters onto your face - your forehead, your nose, a few drops in your mouth. 

He leans down.

"Ashes to ashes." 

He smears one line.

"Dust to dust."

He draws the other through it. 

Cum is dripping down your face.  You raise a hand to wipe it from your eyes.

"No.  Stand up."

You stop.  When you stand he looks at you, satisfied, and lets his cassock back down. 

"Good girl.  Now I want you to leave here, with the evidence of your sin and shame on your face.  And if I find you have been profaning the faith any further, I may be forced to punish you again."

[thebmatt]

RPG character creation challenge?? 👀 tell me about number 77 please!

Number 77 is from July! The sub-challenge for the month of July was an idea my beloved spouse gave me. I was to create a character for each member of our immediate family for a theoretical D&D game we would play, taking into account that person's interests/personality/etc. For the previous two weeks, I made characters for each of our offspring, and this week was devoted to her character.

Kiara Stormdreamer is a Leonin Bard, using TheArenaGuy's College of Linguistics subclass (linked below).

Kiara seeks to understand the truth of the world through its written words, specifically from the teachings of the Gods. She believes there is a hidden truth at the story of the gods teaching and seeks to study them in their original languages and in the times they were written, believing she can uncover truths lost to time in doing so. Her words often put her at odds with clerics of various faiths, yet she will not be cowed or silenced in her quest.

I had to pick Leonin for this character, since Lions are my spouse's favorite animal. The admittedly very-"fantasty sterotypical" last name came from her love of thunderstorms and enjoyment of peacefully enjoying the sounds of them as they happen. She's also currently pursuing her second masters related to the field of biblical studies, because like Kiara she believes the bible has been twisted and misconstrued by the passage of time and the agendas of people, and she's not afraid to speak up on what she has learned.

As her field of study involves, by necessity, the study of languages, I felt the College of Linguistics was the best means to embody this idea as an adventuring character. This link to the subclass takes you to a post on reddit, as TAG does not make his work freely available anywhere outside of that. Thank you for asking, @blackestnight!! Hope you enjoyed, and if you wanna do another one, by all means, toss me another number!

[dakusan]

Let's vibe in Kpop ♡︎

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢 ˋˏ Hello! Name's Roxy or Dakusan, whatever you prefer. I am looking for someone to roleplay with who will be just as enthusiastic as I am: sending headcanons; fanart; music; chatting, active communicator; I don't want this to be only about the roleplay itself, I am trying to create a bond here. ˎˊ

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜'𝗠 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𓆩⟡𓆪 I am looking for a Kpop roleplay as I have recently dived down a huge rabbithole. I would like someone that is open to Doubling so we can all be satisfied with each side. I am not going to neglect your side, so definitely don't be shy! I only do Canon x Oc, therefore I have ocs for Stray Kids, ENHYPEN and BTS. Idea number 1: I also recently came across this AU and stuff and I would LOOOVEEE to do it. It is an Apocalypse AU, not necessarily zombies, but according to the creator (they made fanart and it was sauur good): Gang of bandits/morally grey characters living in a dystopian apocalypse and they wear masks (based on their skzoos, or whatever) to hide their identities. No monsters or zombies or anything like that -- the only monsters are humans. Maybe they kill bad people to protect others or maybe they're just reckless bandits trying to overthrow the government in a post apocalyptic world idk. So basically, the world is up for discussion and all, and I think it would be a great plot???? Of course, we do not have to do this if you do not feel like doing it, and that's absolutely fine, I just feel like putting here IN CASE someone would like to do it. Other AUs are also welcome, just saying. Idea number 2: Fantasty/Royal AU, I got inspired by this comic fanart on twitter. OC who is an angel, i wouldn't say fallen angel, just an angel on earth? whom the church is trynna find and lock up again, could be something mysterious here or a reason for why they keep her locked up or something. Maybe she is like some high rank angel, like a Cherubim, research says Cherubims are assigned to protect special places, so maybe she was "locked up" to protect that church but perhaps that church isn't what it seems?!?!?! anyways, i think she like escaped and took refuge in this abandoned rundown church near insert Idol name here kingdom, who people say is hunted and lately more terrifying ...She is an angel, her aura is intense to say the least so yes "terrifying". So many people went there to check and stuff, and at some point maybe someone attacked or shot an arrow, so she is hurt and Demon Prince insert idol name here finds her having wanted to check out this whole haunted church ground. Idkidk, I thought it's a pretty good idea I'd love to do????? Idea number 3: Universty!AU, Idk, I guess pretty self-explanatory? Idea number 4: Mafia!AU, again pretty self-explanatory, though I did find this cool tumblr page with some dope ass mafia headcanons, anyways-- Idea number 5: K-idol life, aka the normal type of roleplay, let's call it "canon" lol. Always welcome, I never shy away, it is ALWAYS more than welcome. Idea number 6: Vampires????? Teeny tiny idea here, will gladly share in private!

𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝟭 ┊┊ No one-liners please. I feel as if I am being robbed off of a better response. If I do not get the detail needed or more information on what's going on with your character, I don't know how to react. Please, do not get offended if I ask for more from a response you give me! I am guilty of this too, so ask if you need more from me. My writing style is Semi-Lit, Lit, and Adv. Lit, it all depends on my partner as I try to match. 𝗢𝟮 ┊┊ I need a detailed character layout before we start the roleplay. Everything I say or respond with is based on who your character is, not just who my character is. Your character is just as important as a factor on replies as mine is! 𝗢𝟯 ┊┊ My life can become hella hectic sometimes, however, I will never leave you hanging for a reply. I will tell you what’s going on and let you know when I’ll be back so that we can continue. And the same goes for you! 𝗢𝟰 ┊┊ Beware that I roleplay with individuals over 18+ and 21+ as I do like adding NSFW content. Also, be comfortable to write ONLY in 3rd person. I've also had people refer to either of our ocs as "you and me", this isn't a self-input, this is an OC, there is no "you" nor "me" in the plot, there is only your OC and my OC against respective love interests. 𝗢𝟱 ┊┊ Do not rush me into a response. Thinking of a good reply is very important to me and might take a while. If you feel I have just bugged out, send me a little message. Though that does not mean telling me to hurry up or that I am taking too long. 𝗢𝟲 ┊┊ Beware that I only roleplay CanonxOc, and in terms of pairings I only do FxM, I can do GxG for your side, but MxM I have had bad experiences and so I am not comfortable doing, sorry. I also only Double! 

𝗗𝗢'𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧'𝗦 𓆩⟡𓆪 𝗗𝗼'𝘀 ⟡ Be 18+ or 21+ ⟡ Develop the plot with me and contribute. This means as we are making the plot and roleplaying I will not be the only one carrying the plot out. ⟡ Be willing to have or create a google doc. ⟡ Match the amount I am roleplaying with. ⟡ Be okay with adult content. ⟡ Be communicative! Let's talk about anything, about your day, us simping over the characters, tiktoks, youtube shorts, pinterest, etc etc. ⟡ I only roleplay over Discord, so I am expecting you to also be willing for us to share discord tags and take it there.

𓆩⟡𓆪 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁'𝘀 ⟡ Randomly leave and expect me to not be confused and annoyed. Understand I can get impatient, I will check in on you, but if I see there's been more than a month since you have replied both IC and OOC, I will terminate the roleplay/leave the server. This will only apply if you have stopped replying altogether to everything. If you are active OOC but not in IC that's fine, life happens, or if you lost interest we can talk about it and such. ⟡ If you are someone who does not like to talk OOC, joke around, or is not active or simply shy to talk OOC or in worst cases, dry texting, then please don't message me. It frustrates me having to carry the conversation. ⟡ If you are going to message me all interested, but then when we share OCs suddenly stop replying, or when we started to plot you suddenly disappear, please don't message me. Saves us BOTH the time that just got wasted. ⟡ Attempt to just branch off what I say and only give reactions. I cannot carry the weight of the roleplay all on my own.

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗠𝗘 -ˋˏ Do message me privately on here; Introduce yourself to me. If you send me a mere just "Let's roleplay" then sadly I will NOT respond to your message. I roleplay over Discord only, so if we are compatible to which I hope we are then we can switch to there! I look forward to meeting you. ˎˊ