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polygrumpssecretsanta · 7 years ago

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Secrets Kept and Secrets Told

Author: @elisisland Recipient: bodacious-energizedprotodermis Pairing: Dan/Arin Warnings: Trans Characters, Coming out Title: Secrets Kept and Secrets Told Summary: Dan has a secret he can't let Arin know just yet. Word Count: 1142

“No sexual stuff for awhile, okay?”

Arin sat at his desk, staring at his monitors, replaying the words Dan said to him over four months ago. He knew better than to push Dan into something he wasn’t ready for, but when Dan was starting to give Arin sexual favors, but refusing to accept any, Arin was just a bit curious. Slowly, carefully, Arin derived a plan.

Dan patiently waited for his boyfriend, so they could finally start the day’s session and he could get back to the writing session he had started with Brian. Hearing the door open, he looked over the back of the couch and smiled at Arin. Something in his stomach told him to leave, that the grin Arin had was devious. But still he remained. “Hey, Arin. What's up?”

Arin sauntered over, swing his hips. “Not much, Dan. What’s up with you?”

Opening his mouth to answer, Dan stuttered out, “N-n-nothing. What,” he laughed as Arin placed his hands on Dan’s shoulders, “are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Arin pouted, pressing one knee into Dan’s hip. “I,” he began slowly and straddled Dan, “just wanna make out with you.”

The pit got bigger, deeper, worse. Dan raised a brow, “Is that all?”

“Well,” Arin sat down on Dan’s thighs. “Maybe we could do some other things.”

Laughing, Dan pressed a kiss to Arin’s lips. “You can just say you want a blowie. You don’t have to be all cryptic and sexy.”

“I wanna blow you.”

There it was. Fuck. It wasn’t that Dan didn’t appreciate every offer from Arin, he did. He wanted to accept every offer of a blowjob or handjob or straight up fucking, but he couldn’t let Arin know. Not yet. So Dan shook his head, “No thanks. But I’ll blow you.”

“Why not?”

Dan blinked, forcing the uneasiness down. “Why not what?”

“Why can’t I blow you? Is it ‘cause I have a beard? Is it ‘cause I’m a guy? What is it?” Arin wiped at his face. He didn’t want to cry over this. He didn’t, but it just felt like Dan was hiding something. Like he didn’t actually like Arin.

“No, Arin. Babe,” Dan pressed a kiss to Arin’s forehead. “It’s not you. I swear. It’s me. I got something to work out. But,” Dan gave another kiss, “I will tell you when things are good on my end.” Pulling Arin into a hug, he whispered, “I promise.”

“You promise that when things are good, I can give you a beej?”

Dan laughed, ignoring the twist in his stomach. “You can give me 10 beejs, if you want.”

Arin held him tight, tight enough that Dan would know Arin would wait forever. When they parted, Arin could have sworn he saw something flash across his face, something like fear. But he was not going to press anymore, terrified that Dan would recede into himself. So Arin cracked a joke, “So about that blowjob.”

Dan laughed, bumping his head against Arin’s chest. “If you really want,” Dan said, snaking his hand around to Arin’s chest, “I think,” and down his stomach, pausing at the waistband of his pants, “we have enough time.”

Three weeks. Three weeks since Dan made that promise with Arin. Three weeks since he started evaluating everything about himself and Arin and their relationship. Three weeks since he was given a choice, come out or end the best relationship he’s had in a long time. And only today had he finally figured out what he was going to do.

Dan waited until he had a clearing and knew that Arin was going to be in his office. Steeling himself, Dan gave a quiet knock on the door, more to inform Arin of his presence rather than to ask for permission. Arin jumped, but composed himself at Dan’s soft face. “Hey, Arin. Can, can we talk?”

Pushing his chair out to face the space, Arin gestured to close the door. “Is everything okay? Do you need time off or something?”

Dan ran a hand through his hair, not minding the knots his fingers get caught on. “I think everything is okay. Well,” Dan took a deep breath, “okay. I need to tell you something and I really hope it doesn’t change us.”

Something crawled around in Arin’s stomach. Ignoring it, Arin smiled. “I’m sure we’ll be fine. What did you wanna tell me?”

“You promise not to judge me?”

Arin stood, wrapping his hand around Dan’s biceps. “I would never judge you. Just know, you don’t have to tell me, if you’re not comfortable with it.”

Dan sighed, sagging against Arin. “I am comfortable with it, though. It’s who I am. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.” Burying his face in Arin’s neck, breathing in Arin, remembering him as if this was the last time he could hold him close, Dan hugged Arin. “Promise me things won’t change too much. I can’t lose you.”

Arin hugged Dan, hugged him with all his might. “You won’t lose me.”

“I’ve lost too many people before because of it.”

Arin pulled away, just enough to press a bruising kiss on Dan’s lips. They parted and Arin wiped a stray tear from Dan’s face. “I promise you won’t lose me.”

Dan gave one last squeeze before taking a step back. Sniffling, he took a shaky breath. He could do it. Brian hadn’t left. Why would Arin? “Okay. So you know people who, um, fuck.” Dan wiped his face. “You know those people that don’t, um, they, shit.”

Arin swore if he softened anymore he would actually melt. “It’s okay. Take your time and remember, you don’t have to tell me.”

“But I need to. I just,” Dan ran a hand through his hair, bunching it at the top of his head. “I’m just gonna say it and you can react however you like, okay?” Arin gave a slow nod, clearly hesitant. “I’m trans.” Dan broke into a grin. “I’m trans. I’m trans.” He started laughing, “I’m trans.”

“Danny?”

“I’m trans.” Dan said a final time, swaying on his feet. “This is crazy. You’re acting like it’s not a big deal.”

Arin blinked. “Being trans or not, it’s not a big deal one way or the other.”

Dan sat down on the couch and Arin took the other half. “How… how are you so chill about this?”

Arin shrugged, “It’s just a part of you. Just like I’m bi or whatever. It’s nothing that can change.”

Dan leaned forward, his forehead pressing against Arin’s. “Are we okay?”

Closing the space, Arin smiled, “We’re good. Wait.” Arin sat back. “Do I need to call you something else?”

“I’m still a guy. I’m still Dan. I’m still your boyfriend.”

Arin broke into a grin, “Well, good. Now I believe I was promised I could blow you 10 times.”

#egobang #shipgrumps #polygrumps #elisisland #bodacious-energizedprotodermis #pgss gift 2017 #Hopefully the warnings work for blacklisting but let me know if it should be tagged with anything

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hellroots · 3 years ago

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『 MOBILE FRIENDLY RULES 』

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katarascape · 4 years ago

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whats ur advice on staying informed about the news but not becoming so overwhelmed bc everything seems to b going wrong? (heavy ask, srry)

it’s cool anon, i know a lot of people have been struggling with it and i do too sometimes.

i’m going to break down what i do, and hopefully it can help you.

pick out what you do care about. this will help get your priorities straight, you can be as specific or as vague as you like. i care about politics, the environment, cute cats, international bike races. this lets me ‘skim’ the news. if there is any news on these interests, you can focus on that, and if there isn’t any news, you can skip out.

pick out what you dont care about. or pick out what will send you spiraling. if you want to keep up with politics but you don’t want to listen to trump, this can work like an early warning system and let you change the channel or hit the back button.

try and limit how much news you consume. if you get overwhelmed by lots of info, especially in short periods, it’s really good to set a time limit. i’ll watch the news for half an hour, at most twice a day. this should be enough to keep you up to date with major headlines.

if you’re on social media a lot try and limit how much overwhelming stuff you see. if you’re on tumblr a lot i think you can blacklist certain tags? so that you can keep a safe, happy space most of the time.

make safe spaces. keep the news out of your bedroom/sleeping space and/or workspace. our brains are funny things, and getting overwhelmed reading/watching the news where you’re supposed to sleep or work can make your brain think that those spaces are no longer okay to be happy/safe in.

try to have something calming you can focus on to keep your thoughts from drifting. if i’m watching the news of an evening, i do it fairly early, like 7ish and watch for like 1/2 an hour. and then i turn on the cooking channel and watch something wholesome and nice and gentle like maggie beer or the great british bake off, and watch that for more like 2 hours.

watching the news at the moment is like sprinting. except we’re out here trying to sprint a marathon. you need rest in between all that effort, it’s exhausting. but you’re never going to finish that marathon if you stop and catch your breath. what you need to do is keep moving and catch your breath. hands on your head, shuffle forward with something wholesome so that you’ve caught your breath back for that next news break.

and never ever feel guilty for distancing yourself from something that’s making your life hard.

#not atla #anon #answered #if that makes sense anon #keeping okay and keeping informed

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itchapter3 · 5 years ago

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Here it is, my gift for this year’s It Fandom Secret Santa

Ao3 Link (x)

My Secret Santa was @dark-alice-lilith I hope you like it! I used the prompt for college au/staying in the dorms over break with the paring eddie/richie.

@itfandomsecretsanta

The door opens and a brief gust of wind bursts through as a giant shapeless blob of coats, scarves, and reusable shopping bags shuffles in. Eddie looks up from his laptop screen to see this before it disappears behind the barrier that separates the dorm rooms’ shared kitchen from the laundry room.

Going back to the work in front of him Eddie decides to ignore the interruption until-

“Fuck!”

More shuffling, the sounds of containers being stacked and moved around then, once more with feeling.

“Fuck…”

Eddie closes his laptop with a sigh and prays that this is not a huge mistake.

“You okay in there?”

Some more shuffling, then an actual human being emerges from behind the wall.

And… he’s actually kind of cute Eddie’s traitorous mind notices. Beneath all the layers of coats and scarves he’s a tall, dark haired, blue eyed dream with admittedly silly looking glasses, but bone structure that more than made up for it.

“Just debating on whether or not I should try and walk all the way back to the store to get an egg or just end it all here and now.”

“Well I’d appreciate you not turning the common area into a crime scene I really wouldn’t advise going out there again, I’ve already gotten three seperate warnings about the snowpocalypse happening outside.” Eddie gives the guy another once over, despite the hat the ends of his hair are still dripping with melted snow. Taking pity on him he continues. “I may have a carton of eggs in my mini fridge, if you tell me exactly what you’re attempting to do with them.”

The other guy smiles and holds up a bag of flour.

“How do you feel about chocolate chip cookies?”

Eddie smiles back.

“Hmm… I deem them… worthy of me walking to my room to get eggs.”

“Yes!”

His arm shoots up in victory.

Eddie grabs his keys and laptop and by the time he looks up from that there is an arm holding the door open for him. He nods and leads the way.

The guy follows him, mostly quietly, though he does hum a few notes along the way.

“Eddie.” He says as they both reach the dorm room.

“Yes?”

“I just realized we never actually introduced ourselves.” He says, pointing out the name tag still taped to the door. “I’m Richie.”

“Oh, shit.” Eddie feels like hitting himself over the head, he just basically invited a total stranger into his room. At least he seems nice enough, has a nice enough name, although it seems a little familiar for some reason. “Nice to meet you, Richie…”

He unlocks the door then, in a sudden moment of clarity whips around with an accusatory finger pointed at-

“Richie!”

“Eddie!” He tries to mirror back, but Eddie just narrows his eyes at him.

“You- You were the one that started that snowball fight last week!”

He can remember clearly now the last time he heard that name, an exasperated ‘ Richie! ’ yelled from the quad between the dorm’s two halls during finals week just before the sounds of projectiles being thrown and the window shaking crack of one hitting his own started up.

He had looked outside at the time, but all he could make out through the fog was two figures mercilessly pelting each other, alone. It would have been pretty funny had it not completely thrown off his concentration on his online Intro to Psych final.

“Guilty?” He gives Eddie a crooked grin, which shouldn’t be cute, it should be annoying right now!

“I was going to bargain for it later, but I’m officially staking claim to half of the cookies since you almost broke my window!”

Richie just nods.

“That seems… a fair and worthy payment.”

“Good, because it is.” Eddie shoots back.

He throws the laptop on his bed and goes for the fridge underneath it, pulling out a half-dozen carton of eggs.

Richie is scanning the various movie and band posters around the room with appreciation when he looks up and Eddie feels an excited dip in his stomach despite himself, he’s pleased that Richie seems to have similar tastes as him.

“Got ‘em” He says.

Richie smiles.

“My hero!”

He hums, more happily on the way back to the common area, until he clears his throat.

“So, not to sound ungrateful but who the fuck keeps eggs in a dorm room? Aren’t those specifically made to hold beer and like… a jar of pickles you only open if you’re extremely high?”

“I am feeling the strangest sense of pity for your roommate right now.”

“Don’t, he’s a monster.” He says with a fond tone that makes it obvious he’s joking.

“Well, if you must know I don’t completely trust the cleanliness of the cafeteria and scrambled eggs are pretty much the only thing I know how to make.” Truth be told since moving out he’s probably been living on way too many frozen meals than is completely healthy, but that’s still better than getting salmonella from dodgy cafeteria food.

“That… is fair enough. I once picked up a spoon from the bin that had a piece of lettuce just full on stuck to the side of it.”

“And if I hadn’t already blacklisted it, that story alone would be enough to keep me from going there.”

“That’s exactly what my roommate said when I told him! You’ve got to meet Stan the man, Eddie!”

Eddie nods agreeingly, but something makes him want to take Richie up on that offer. He also really wants to introduce Bev to him, there’s just something that makes him feel like they would get along like a house on fire.

Once they’re back in the kitchen they start up cooking and chatting. It’s easier than Eddie expected to keep up a conversation and it turns out they have a lot in common, classes, comic books, taste in movies. Eddie measures as Richie stirs and soon enough they’re getting close to done.

“Ugh… my mom always makes this look so easy.” Richie looks at the recipe, pours a little more flour, directly from the bag, into the very sticky dough, and looks at the recipe again.

Eddie hums to himself, not having experience with either baking or watching his mother bake, but happy to watch the trial and error.

“Okay, I think it may be good now.”

Eddie looks over, and it definitely looks like cookie dough, hopefully it tastes like it too.

“Looks like it.”

As the cookies are baking Eddie hears a beep from the other side of the room and remembers why he had been in there in the first place.

“Wait!”

Eddie rushes to the dryers and pulls out a pile of soft fabrics. When he gets back he hands one over to Richie who takes it immediately before he even realizes what it is.

At the recognition he moans, pressing the dryer-warmed blanket to his face.

“I literally owe you my life now, Eds”

Eddie laughs at the muffled praise.

“I forgot I put those in there, I usually put them in on ten minute cycles just to keep me warm while I’m working.”

“Mmmm,” He finally removes the blanket from his face, instead draping it over his shoulders like a cape. “So you always spend the holidays here? This is my first time, it’s deader than I expected.”

“Yeah, it’s really usually only me and the RA’s around here. So, why did you decide to stay here instead of going home for break this time?”

“Eh, didn’t have much of a reason to go home, I mean, my family’s Jewish but we don’t really celebrate, I usually just go over to my friend Stan’s house, but he abandoned me now that he’s got some new hot piece to bring home.” He sighs dramatically. “So here I am, abandoned and alone, luckily I’ve been at the mercy of a very generous and very cute stranger, so I have high hopes for not getting murdered in this ghost town of a school.”

Eddie laughs, a blush rising in his cheeks at the mention of him being called cute.

“Well, don’t hold your breath, if I wasted my eggs on mediocre cookies I have been known to strike out in anger.”

Richie lets out a whistle.

“Well, I didn’t take you for the vengeance type.” He says in what Eddie guesses is supposed to be a cowboy accent.

“You don’t know me as well as you think you do then, partner.” Eddie drawls back at him, making him laugh.

When Richie sobers up he speaks again.

“You should come help me eat these in my room. Stan’s got this mondo TV with Netflix built right in! We can watch all the classics, pretend like we’re having a real Christmas!”

“I thought you were Jewish?”

“And I am selflessly putting that aside for you today, Eddie. Think of my sacrifice and then say no to my face.” He makes a face which must be his ridiculous attempt at puppy dog eyes. “Hmmm?”

Eddie lets out a laugh despite himself.

“Fine, fine. Only because of the sacrifice you’re making though, I live to see you suffer.”

Soon enough, the oven timer beeps and Richie pulls out a baking sheet full of perfectly browned, sweet smelling, chocolate chip cookies. Eddie burns the tip of his tongue, but declares them better than mediocre and they pack them up to head to Richie’s room in the other hall.

“Wow, your hall really gets into the holiday spirit… I’m actually pretty sure this is a fire hazard.” Eddie says as he takes in the canopy of white, red, and green lights hanging from every available surface.

“Yeah, I say blame Mike, he gets really into it and he’s somehow charmed all the RA’s into looking the other way when it comes to christmas lights.” Richie sighs fondly.

“I like it, we’d never get away with something like this in my hall.”

Eddie looks around, eyes bouncing from the perfectly arranged strings, overlapping and entwining with others. It really is a beautiful scene, more festive than he imagined ever seeing, and on campus no less.

“I guess you’ll have to come over here more often then, you should see what Mikey does for Easter!” He grins.

“I might just have to take you up on that.” And Eddie meant it, honestly as much as this break had taken a turn for the better he couldn’t wait until it was over so he could meet Richie’s friends, and introduce his own in turn.

Once inside Richie’s dorm, Eddie took a minute to take it in. It’s a lot bigger than his own since it’s a double, which he knows is shared with Stan, and the two sides could not be more different. One is meticulously organized, dorm standard furniture in the pre-approved configuration, bed made to what Eddie guesses would be military standards, textbooks stacked cleanly on the desk, the few personalizations seemed to be a few bird posters and brain teaser puzzles scattered around.

“I told you Stan’s a nerd!” Richie calls, noticing him looking around.

The other half looks more lived in, much more lived in. It’s darker, the walls are almost completely covered in posters and the dark blue plaid bedspread, which is not anywhere near made up, gives it a grungy sort of look. Eddie knows before he even processes it that this side must be Richie’s, and he takes his time looking over the little details that make it his. He’s got books and binders in a pile that honestly looks like he just turned over his backpack and let things fall where they would. The posters are mostly bands, David Bowie, The Cure, Nirvana, and a few that Eddie doesn’t recognize, must be newer ones by the look of them, he’s also got tickets from shows he’s been to taped up between the posters, mostly concerts but a few musicals and even one for a local drag show.

Eddie also notices the rather large TV set up against the far wall so that it can be seen well from either bed.

Richie must have been busy while Eddie was snooping because when he turns around from looking at the TV he's got the remote in one hand and about half of the cookies they made on a plate in the other.

“Pretty sweet right?” He says, motioning for Eddie to take a seat on the bed.

Eddie nods.

“After you.”

Richie obliges, putting the plate down so he can climb up on the messy bed. He pulls the pillows up to the head as he gets himself comfortable, on top of the duvet but under the blanket Eddie had given him.

Eddie follows him up, sitting with his back up against the headboard and looks down at Richie.

“Well, what are we watching?”

As Richie rattles off the different services Stan has built into the TV and Eddie just hums along and let’s Richie choose Netflix to start while he tries to focus on the words he’s saying rather than the warmth of him lying so close. Eddie’s a little afraid if he opens his mouth to talk he’ll scream out loud about how he’s sitting in Richie’s bed right now . Richie who is very cute and very nice and even pretty funny and has friends who sound pretty great too who he can’t wait to meet, and now he’s thinking about how much Bev would like him and-

It’s a lot, Richie’s a lot. But Eddie kind of likes that about him.

After Eddie’s vetoed three separate hallmark-esque rom coms, and Richie’s vetoed an admittedly pretty horrible looking movie about cgi kittens they land on Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer which Eddie has never seen and Richie argues that that in itself is a crime.

After that’s over they decide to continue on with the series and somewhere around The Year Without Santa and Frosty the two of them conk out, the comfort and warmth lulling them asleep in Richie’s shared bed.

Richie wakes up first.

“Eddie...Eds!” He gives him a little shake as the credits music pours into the room.

He’s close enough that he can see Eddie crack an eye open.

“Mmm, lemme get your glasses.”

Richie doesn’t have time to process that because Eddie is turning around in a sleepy, cat-like stretch, reaching over the bed to where Richie really can’t see, but knows that his bedside table sits. Then he hands over the glasses and all at once Eddie comes into focus, his hair is sleep-ruffled, his eyes are still not-quite awake, there’s a red splotch on his face from where his hand must have been pillowing it, and all Richie can really focus on is how many freckles he has on his nose.

It takes Richie a minute but he realizes, once his vision is completely back to normal, that Eddie is staring at him too. His wide brown eyes are now locked onto his.

“You lookin’ at the zit on my nose?” Richie glances at him sideways before pushing himself completely up to face him. He presses a finger to the tip of his nose. “Just like Rudolph, huh?”

“I like Ruldolph! I think he’s cute…” Eddie huffs, a blush rising on his cheeks as well.

“Ohoho! I had no idea you were into beastiality, gotta say, Eds, you keep a man on his toes.”

“Shut up.” He warns.

Richie grins, he’s quickly finding that the more riled up he can get Eddie the better.

“I mean, does this thing of yours extend to Bumble, or-”

Eddie puts his warning into action and presses his lips to Richie’s, directly shutting him up.

Richie melted into the kiss, Eddie’s soft and warm against him, and he can taste the chocolate from the cookies they made together. It’s nice and sweet and a little feisty just like Eddie, but it’s also shorter than Richie would have liked, he thinks, as Eddie breaks the kiss with a heavy breath.

“I’m so glad I decided to stay here over break.”

Eddie grins, and the way he does tells Richie he is too.

#it secret santa #reddie #reddie fanfiction

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astheravensighs · 5 years ago

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hey ok sorry about that i shouldnt have posted it without warning i probably made a few of yall uncomfy and that’s the opposite of my goal so let me actually properly get this down in text!!

tw infidelity, irl relationship problems, me being way too forgiving, suicidal thoughts, generally super negative and personal

soooo basically. found out my boyfriend of 5 years cheated on me a few months back. theres a LOT of factors in play i can’t rly go into detail abt but, due to me being terrified of being alone and us being quite literally soulmates i did end up taking him back. i know, you’re right to want to yell at me, it’s stupid and you should never do that. But I’m stupid so i did.

Am i okay? Yeah, mostly. I’m stable, i guess. Not gonna do anything permanent. Am I really, really okay? No. I’m feeling pretty damn broken and some words of support or cute puppy pictures would be massively appreciated.

I’m leaning heavily on my f/o’s right now, which feels stupid because I can’t bury the shame like I usually can. But prussia is here with me, dazai is here with me, chuuya full on proposed (tho he said he’d do it again properly later, but it was kind of an emergency). So i guess that’s an announcement too? Who knows.

I’m not sure how I’ll handle all this... maybe I’ll be away a while, maybe I’ll throw myself into this blog 100%, maybe I’ll carry on as usual. Dunno. It hurts a lot. A hell of a lot. Didn’t expect it at all. We’re working on some things now that will hopefully make it better for both of us. I was, in a distant way, partially at fault (not for him cheating, but for the way he felt). So I need to work on myself too. I might be a little less... idk, chipper? than usual. I’ll be tagging anything with negative stuff (even just in the tags) as tw negative if you want to blacklist it, and I’ll use #gray’sirl for anything personal about my relationship if you want to blacklist that too.

Sorry for the sads today guys, I’ll try to resume the scheduled programming soon. In the meantime any support would be super appreciated... I hate asking for that kind of stuff but it would be massively helpful to feel a little less alone. doesn’t have to be much! just liking this post tells me you see me out here, and I’m not yelling into the void, lol.

anyway. Hope y’all have a better day than I did. Your f/o’s and I love you very much. ❤️

#tw negative #gray’sirl #tw infidelity #tw relationship #tw real life relationship #tw personal #not posi #anyway......#I’m gonna eat some cinnamon toast crunch and distract myself from it for a while #love u guys

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embidoesocrp · 5 years ago

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Comprehensive RP Standards & Rules

Please Note: If I’m slow or unable to reply, there’s likely a very good reason behind it (ie. mental illness/lack of spoons, inability to get into character, personal matters, etc). All I ask is that you’re patient and understanding -- we’re only human after all! You can even occasionally inquire updates from my end since I do care about keeping both of us up-to-date. Thanks for understanding!

RP Standards & Guidelines

This RPer is friendly/practices [unless otherwise stated] towards the following:

OCs and muses

Multi-verse & AU’s (unless otherwise stated or specified in RP Blog descriptions)

Smut/SRP, NSFW, Fluff, Dark/Triggering content

Trigger Warnings will be tagged respectively -- please notify the mun if you’d like a TW tagged on a post!

SRP will be censored via Read-More Feature

Multi-ships – both platonically & romantically; Canon×OCs are welcome!

by default, i make ships strictly tied to a respective relationship sub-verse tag -- main verses are usually left without a permanent relationship.

because the mun welcomes almost all kinds of ships (albeit depending on the fandom), be sure to check for respective ship tags in order to blacklist appropriately for those you do not like!

Chemistry/Relations between muses = RP/Interacting with each other

This way, I’m able to get a feel for how you portray your muses, and can determine whether or not there’s compatibility. This also helps me understand you as an RPer, too!

regardless of muses being canon or OC’s, please consider having some chemistry (interactions/threads) done before trying to ship with my muses!

As much as I advocate having All the Ships™, jumping straight into ships without getting a feel of your muse(s) makes it difficult for me to get into them. (´・ω・｀) Apologies about that!

pre-plotted/pre-existing relationships will require that we’ve RP’d together enough for me to get a feel of your RP style, especially with OC’s.

canon characters & their canonical history/relations are assumed to be their default and are thus taken into consideration unless circumstances (i.e. AU’s, verses, etc.) state otherwise

regardless, i would still highly recommend we interact with each other enough so that I get a feel of your portrayal!

Format Leniency™ w/ icons, rp length and formatting as well as script-style and paragraph-style RPing (link for info on ‘em)

script-style/in-character RPing for me will always be in third-person for action

basically, you are absolutely free to follow your own kind of format, and are not obligated to follow the length/format that I use so long as I have something to work with!

Getting referenced/mentioned/involved in other RP threads (IT’D BE AN HONOR.)

muses that I refer to for specific circumstances (i.e. events from a thread, sub-verses, etc.) will be @mentioned on my part.

‘Read-More’ Censorship – for SRP, spoiler content, extreme gore [on a (N)SFW labeled blog], & long posts

Aged-up versions of fictional characters who are originally/canonically no younger than 14 years old.

I am perfectly, absolutely aware of the fine lines over aging up fictional minors for smut content and will admit that I am perfectly fine/understanding towards RPing such things—so long as it applies to the 14+)—while also fully understanding the controversy it brings.

Aged-up characters or verses that I RP/provide are never intentionally or solely made for smut/SRP content, nor will they ever be.

There’s a good chance that any of my originally/canonically minor teenager whose blog is labeled 18+ may imply an aged-up verse for SRP content. Hopefully, this will help determine if you should be wary of these blogs of mine!

If all else fails, you are absolutely allowed to politely and respectfully ask if there is an aged-up verse with potential SRP content! This way, you can blacklist appropriately.

RP Blogs with smut content will always be labeled accordingly

Rule of Thumb on Age Gaps for Ships: no more than 2 years between minors with 18-year olds, and 3 years between muses aged 18-20 years old with 21+.

Even then, minor×adult SRP/smut is PROHIBITED.

Both muns must take/understand necessary precautions when involving aged-up fictional characters or minor muses, consider any adjustments that may be needed, and must be both adults (18+).

Of course, if you yourself actually condone pedophilia, I will block you.

This RPer is against/does not practice the following:

Godmodding Rude/Excessive reminders to reply to thread Complaints of unreplied/dropped threads

Engaging in SRP content with minors – will be blocked upon discovery

doesn’t include engaging in SFW content, but once you are blocked you’re unable to interact with me at all

I do not condone pedophilia and RP smut with RPers who are minors.

Reblog Karma – you are not obligated/required to send an ask in exchange for its respective inbox meme; feel free to reblog any memes from me!

If you, however, do practice reblog karma and I reblog without sending something in, though, please let me know!

Likewise, if you prefer people reblogging from the source and not you, please let me know if I ever do as such! I am a very forgetful bun.

Hate mail/anons in any shape or form (ie. suicide instigation, death threats, cyber-bullying)

Hate/‘Phobias’ towards any gender

Soft-blocks — you’re either permanently blocked or not, so be sure to act accordingly.

If for any reason I have blocked you by mistake or under a misunderstanding, I will either unblock or consider unblocking.

Likewise, if you have soft-blocked me for any reason and I, for some reason, somehow, still get to you, you have every right to let me know that I’ve made you uncomfortable and request that I no longer interact with you! (And if it still persists because I can be one hell of a forgetful bun, do remember that you have the right to permanently block me, I understand!)

I’m honestly still trying to understand these soft-block mechanics, if I’m honest...

Racism, Discrimination, Witch Hunts/Call-Out posts — being actively involved in one will automatically be an unfollow & potential block from me.

Pressure regarding thread replies/involvement in drama/desired content

Mutuals-Only interactions

More often than not, my RP blogs may be side-blogs to a main hub (especially if I’m RPing more than one muse in a fandom). Please be sure to check if they are! They’ll usually be mentioned in the descriptions of the blog.

If you are a mutuals-exclusive RPer, please let me know!

Outside Reblogs on RP Threads — Unless you are the RPer(s) involved, DO NOT REBLOG the thread.

Liking & commenting the post is okay for me. HOWEVER, please also respect what rules & policies the other RPer(s) may have! They have the right to react accordingly on their part.

This RPer has the rights towards the following:

Not expanding on ask-response replies

Refusing to start/continue a thread for any particular reason

Dropping a thread for any particular reason (especially when it feels that there isn’t much to continue on in it)

Giving more attention to some threads than others

Being finicky between doing legitimate RP threads vs. casually being IC

Being finicky with social interactions between individuals

Not becoming mutuals

Other Universal Standards & Guidelines

Dash Organization > Mutuals-Exclusive Practices

Follows & Mutuals =/= Interaction Privileges --- for me, follows are a means of controlling the content on my dash, not an indication of whether or not I want us to interact!

Depending on the blog’s popularity, RP blogs may or may not be fandom-restricted (interactions exclusive to canon/-versed/-oriented muses/OCs), unless exceptions for particular individuals are granted.

Multi-Muse Blogs are less likely to be followed (which might also be highly dependent on blog’s popularity) for dash content organization, especially if the muses extend across multiple fandoms.

Interactions > Reading Rules/Following when it comes to receiving a follow from me as it again depends on how often we interact.

Individual RP Blogs can and will have their own, more specific guidelines to follow depending on its fandom/popularity!

Policies can usually be found at the top of the blog’s description, listing what the blog consists of and what content is followed/allowed/restricted.

These policies can and will overrule respective universal policies here.

RP & Liked Content =/= Morals & What I Condone

Likewise, even if there are ships/morals/opinions that do not match with mine, it’s just as the saying goes: to each their own. So long as conflicts do not rise, we can still interact! People can like different things and still be nice to each other. God, I can’t stress this enough.

“I ﬁnd that, for me, the work is a safe place to put all the stuff you don't want to put in your real life. I don't want to be a crazy, manic asshole. I don't want to have an affair. I don't want to have a fucking gunﬁght. But! There's a part of your brain that wants to experience everything, and so work's a safe place to explore it all. Both in the writing and in the performing. I get to write about an affair. I get to have the guilt and the feeling of that without having to fuck my life up. [laughs] Art is the place to safely explore all those other sides of you, because the side you want to bring home is the side that wants to be a good father and be a good husband and be a good son. In art we can be fucking nuts.” -- Lin-Manuel Miranda [ x ]

Muse =/= Mun

Rule of Thumb: if the muse’s behavior is beginning to come on too strongly, chances are that I’m fully aware of this and will most likely show it via tags!

Tag Commentary — you are absolutely free to not provide OOC commentary in the tags, especially if you are an IC blog. This just helps show who I am as a mun!

Level of Investment = Thread Priorities & Muse Activity

I, unfortunately, am inspirationally-driven when it comes to my musings, and can therefore be selective with my activity or drop threads I’m unable to continue having a musing for. However, this does not mean I have anything against you, it’s just how my fuel for RPing works.

Still, I do my best to answer all my threads, so please be patient and understanding with me! Thanks!

By default, I will always assume that threads with me are the lowest priority and can/will eventually be dropped at any time by you.

All in all, so long as we keep to our own lanes instead of actively pursuing the other on behalf of our differences in beliefs, there shouldn’t be any problems. RPing is meant to be a fun, creative and laid-back FICTIONAL environment that is meant to be kept separately from reality.

Regarding Asks & IMs

IC & OOC Asks outside of inbox memes are allowed!

If sent anonymously for side-blog reasons, tag your blog and it will be re-tagged for notification purposes!

ex: ((@nameofrpsidebloghere))

If responding to an ask-response, please post it in a new text post by tagging the blog name and adding a link to the ask-response!

ask-response posts and even photo posts clutter the dashboard and ruin RP consistency...!

You are free to IM me for plots and reply reminders! (I’m a really lenient, GWF/go-with-flow RPer)

Please note, however, that if I feel the thread isn’t really going anywhere, no longer following a sort of plot, and/or isn’t keeping my interest, I eventually assume that it’s drop-able and will drop it myself.

Universal Tags for Inbox Memes & Themed Starters

For IC

Ask/M!A/RP asks --- #askmarp memes || #askmarp response

Ask/Inbox Memes --- #inbox memes || #inbox response

Themed Starter Memes --- #starter memes || #starter response

Drabble Memes --- #drabble memes || #drabble response

For OOC aka the Mun

Ask/Inbox Memes --- #mun inbox memes || #mun inbox response

Themed Starter Memes --- #mun starter memes || #mun starter response

For NSFW Content

Ask/M!A/RP asks --- #nsfw askmarp memes || #nsfw askmarp response

Ask/Inbox Memes --- #nsfw inbox memes || #nsfw inbox response

Themed Starter Memes --- #nsfw starter memes || #nsfw starter response

For a Faster Inbox Response – include corresponding rp/ask meme post!

ex: [Name of Meme Here!:] ♡ - symbol description here!

If even after reading the standards you still aren’t certain how RPing with me is like, you can also refer to these universal tags:

#rp guidelines - guidelines I follow as an RPer

#chill rp blog is chill - worrisome topics I’m okay with as an RPer

That aside, when in doubt, just ask! I’m totally cool with it, and always want to make sure the both of us are having a fun, comfortable time RP/interacting IC with each other! Do also remember that you are always, always able to just unfollow me, even softblock me if you have to (though I’d appreciate a direct notification/explanation for the first time I address the softblock if that ever occurs...!).

Were you able to read the whole thing?

Feel free to let me know by sending ‘whispers among psithurism’ in the ask (you aren’t required to, though)! Thanks for taking time to read this! Happy RPing!

#rules #blog info #info #i #rule #rp standards #rp rules #rp standards & rules #r #LABEL ;; important

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voidendron · 6 years ago

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The Outside: Chapter 54

Series Ask Blog: @asktheoutside FYI: I now tag “egoship /” for those who don’t like it! If you want to avoid Ego shipping stuff, please blacklist that tag, forward dash included!

This chapter fought with me a lot. :/ I knew where it needed to go, the words just wouldn’t cooperate. In all, though, I honestly think some of the descriptions in it have been my favorites to write so far! :D

Chapter 54: Locked On Chapter Warnings: Severe Burns, Major Character Injury

March 23, 2031, 9:20 PM Brighton, England

Marvin had been working tirelessly when he was allowed to. Doing everything he possibly could to try, try, to get a lock on Schneep’s card. He was getting so frustrated. He’d had no luck. He just…he wanted to bring Schneep home. They didn’t know what kind of situation he was in. They didn’t know where he was, what kind of people he might run into. Hell, as far as they knew he could be dying right then. They needed to bring him home.

But they couldn’t do that if Marvin’s magic kept failing.

A frustrated shout left the magician as he threw his mask aside.

“What did you do to your card?” he whined, gripping Schneep’s tightly between his fingers. What had he done? Why couldn’t Marvin find it? It had never been this hard to get a lock on one!

When the bedroom door was pushed open, Marvin scrabbled to wipe away his tears. Don’t let Jackie see. Don’t let him see.

“Hey. You need a break?” the hero asked as he seated himself on the bed to Marvin’s right. He wrapped an arm around Marvin’s neck, and the magician curled into the embrace with a tiny nod. “How’s your ring?”

He offered his right hand to Jackie; the silver ring with the bright green band running through reflecting brilliantly in the room’s bright light. It had been fitted almost three weeks ago, fit perfectly and he hadn’t taken it off, but Marvin knew the other was just trying to distract him. He tucked his head under the hero’s chin; relaxed into Jackie’s hold as scarred fingers ran over the ring, his knuckles, soothing circles on the back of his hand.

“Why don’t we get you somethin’ to eat?”

A shake of the head. “M’not hungry.”

The magician whined when Jackie proceeded to stand up anyway, dragging him right along. “You need to eat.” Jackie’s voice was soft but firm, and Marvin’s shoulders drooped. He knew not to argue with Jackie, but he also didn’t want to leave the room. It was quiet; away from everyone else so he could focus solely on his magic. He could pace the room without someone getting in his way. Bim and the King couldn’t startle him with a random attempt at conversation, Horatio couldn’t scamper across his cards to send them astray, he wouldn’t have to worry about his creator’s worried looks as he wore himself thin.

“Jackie, I jus—”

“Marvin.”

The hero tugged Marvin along before he could attempt to argue further; closed the bedroom door behind them and cut a beeline for the kitchen. “You gotta eat,” he said, “you’re gonna make yourself sick again.”

Marvin…really hadn’t realized how hungry he actually was until the food was right there in front of him. His cheeks brightened as his stomach growled, and he ducked his head at the way Bim arched a brow from the opposite across the table. Had Marvin known they were waiting for him to start eating, he would have been a little quicker to follow Jackie.

He pulled his mask off and set it above his plate and unbuttoned his sleeves so he could push them up to his elbows. He didn’t feel like getting sauce on the pale blue fabric.

It didn’t take long for the tension in his shoulders to ease with the conversation drifting about the table. He even found himself smiling; laughing even. For the time being, he was able to push his worries to the back of his mind and focus on the now. Was able to focus on how Bim waved his hands about in grand gestures as he relayed some joke they’d all heard before; how the King’s eyes and nose scrunched behind his glasses as he laughed. Horatio chittered from somewhere under the table when he wasn’t allowed up on one of the chairs, and both Jackie and Seán were grinning.

They were right. Maybe he was overworking himself a little.

Marvin smiled into his glass as he lifted it to his lips. Maybe he’d just…try to get a lock for an hour or so after dinner. If it didn’t work, a break wouldn’t hurt him, right? Join the others for the movie they’d been talking about. Apparently it was a classic from even before the Irishman’s YouTube days. That would be…nice.

But… No, no. He needed a breather. If he made himself sick again, that wouldn’t help anything and just hinder his magic as he ran low on energy. Take a break, he told himself. Tonight you can curl up on the couch with Jackie and watch whatever movie they’ve decided on. It’ll be good for you!

He glanced up when Jackie stood and pressed a quick kiss to Marvin’s temple with almost too many dishes in arm to rinse off and put in the machine. The magician couldn’t help but laugh when Jackie juggled with them in a near-miss attempt to get them all in the sink in time before there would be shards scattered about the floor. They nearly did anyway; a few glasses slipping from the sauce-slicked plates and tumbling to the floor just as Marvin lifted a hand. His aura enveloped both him, and the offending objects, to stop them midair.

“Jackie,” he scolded. He could hear the King and Bim snickering like school children.

All the hero could offer was a practically whined, “But they were closer to the edge than I thought…”

“Yeah, yeah.” A shake of the head. Marvin moved his hands so the glasses would come to a rest gently on the counter beside the sink. Speaking of glasses… “Jackie, you gotta get your eyes checked. Your mask had that special…whatever, so maybe wear it again ‘til you get glasses?”

At the face the hero pulled, even Seán couldn’t help a snort at his creation’s expense. “But I don’t want glasses.”

“Just think about it.” With his place already cleared by Jackie, Marvin didn’t have anything he needed to clean up. He stood, wincing when he knocked his knees against the underside of the table. Tall wasn’t fun, he mused with annoyance as he rubbed a hand over his left knee. He vaguely wondered if they’d end up bruising from that. Probably.

Seán perked up as the magician went to leave. “Where’re you going? Movie night, Marv!” The man tried to smile, to be inviting, but he deflated at the shrug the Ego offered as he slipped his mask back on.

“I know. Just…gimme like an hour. I wanna try again with Schneep’s card, but then I’ll join you!” …If he remembered, that is. Then again, one of them would probably set a damn timer for an hour on the dot. That really wouldn’t surprise him.

Closing the bedroom door behind him with a soft click, Marvin huffed through his nose and pulled the offending card from thin air. He glared at the symbols in those opposite corners; glared at the way their colors were no longer correct. One muted, one over-saturated. Something he’d never seen with the cards, but whatever the cause was why it was so hard to get a lock on the one the doctor hopefully still carried with him.

He had to still have it on him. Marvin was getting readings from the card whenever he tried to lock onto it. That wouldn’t happen if Schneep had placed it somewhere off his person. Marvin just…couldn’t get the lock itself.

Taking a deep breath as if to ready himself for another failure, he climbed onto the bed and sat with legs criss-crossed. In moments, his aura was surrounding him, surrounding the card, and both were levitating above the bed. The card drifted up, eye-level, and Marvin reached a hand out. His fingertips rested gingerly over the minimalist bust of the doctor. Rested at where the eyes in the image should have been, over his chest where a heart would lay hidden under flesh, bone, and muscle.

Breathe in. A part of his aura split off to spiral around his arm and fall to a rest where his fingertips met bright paperboard.

Breathe out. The card seemed to absorb that tiny bit of his aura, and the blank area where Schneeplestein’s eyes should have been lit up with the sparkly blue light.

Breathe in. Another tendril of his aura moved to his fingertips; lay trapped between them and card, waiting to be released.

Breathe out. It seeped into the card, the glow finding the doctor’s chest. Glowing, where his heart would be. The aura, the magic permeating it, pulsed in that small spot like a heartbeat. At this point, he didn’t know whether it was Schneep’s or his own.

Marvin pressed against the eyes and the heart. Closed his eyes and kept his breaths calm.

It was always a strange sensation when he tried to Track a card. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be used to it.

He could see the card behind his eyelids; dark and nearly impossible to see if it wasn’t for the bits of his aura glowing within it. There was a weightlessness about it, but so different from teleporting, or levitating. Fingers pressing harder against the card, he waited for the tingly feeling of them phasing through it and curled his hand into a loose fist as soon as he had. The eyes and heart of the card were closed protectively into his palm.

Marvin swallowed. Here was where his magic would fizzle out, or zap him, or drop him from the air and knock the wind out of him.

Stay calm, he told himself. He took a long pause to steady his breaths again. Took a long pause to channel more of his aura to surround the card.

A deep breath.

He tightened his fist through the pins-and-needles feeling of the card it was phased through. It was like part of his hand was numb; the part in the card tingling uncomfortably. Another breath, fist tightening until it turned his knuckles white and he could feel the eyes and heart pressing into his palm; finding the creases and digging deeper into them. It hurt, almost. They felt sharp, even though they were parts of his own aura. They shouldn’t have been sharp. That was the problem.

They should have melted back into the rest of his aura, but they wouldn’t.

Deep breath. Stay calm. He curled his fingers to press them deeper against his palm; swallowed and grit his teeth against the worsening pain. Tears pricked his eyes and he knew, had those been anything other than little bits of his own aura, he should have been bleeding.

Was the pain from his hand, or the aura he was currently trying to crush? It shouldn’t have been hurting, whichever it truly was. It had never hurt like this until Schneep did…whatever he did, to his card.

Marvin gasped when the pain ebbed and disappeared. When those bits melted into his hand and climbed back up his arm and return to the rest of his aura.

His eyes flashes open then; his free hand shooting out to his side. His fingers were splayed wide as magic practically shot from them. They were creating a form. The same form he was starting to see in his head.

“Schneep?” The name was choked as Marvin felt close to tears. The magic-created form was in real time. He knew it was. That was Schneep? The bright blue form’s eyes glowed, as did the spot on its chest that kept pulsing. It was moving as if climbing a set of stairs despite the fact it didn’t move from its spot.

Even if he didn’t look like Marvin remembered, the magician recognized the way Schneep’s brows furrowed with annoyance and worry, the way he frowned as if disappointed.

…Wait. That meant he was with someone. Who the hell—

The magic-formed apparition of the doctor was panicking. Scrabbling for something. Rambling things that Marvin couldn’t hear from the silent form. He was looking for something. What was he—

Marvin’s stomach twisted when the doctor pulled a crumpled ball of…of…

He only knew it was his card because of the way his aura was radiating off of it. Didn’t Schneep…didn’t he want to be found?

Swallowing, Marvin twisted his other hand into the card as he worked on locking the location. Schneep was still in Los Angeles. He was positive of that now. But he needed to narrow it down. Get an exact lock on his location.

Schneep was looking up at something—someone?—just then. His panic was gone in an instant, and he was…

Marvin cried out when Schneep’s apparition passed his card off to someone and Marvin’s was suddenly on fire. It felt like it was eating away at the flesh on his hand; the very hand still phased through the card that was burning. The edges turning black and falling away. He choked on a sob as the apparition faded away with broken focus; as the fire climbed up his sleeve.

It was too hot to be natural. Too hot to be the color it was. It should have been blue or white; not orange. It burned through his shirt too fast; climbed his shoulder and singed his hair before he’d even landed on the edge of the bed and fallen to the floor with a heavy thud.

The card was long gone; burned to ash. But the fire still climbed as he felt a dull ache somewhere in his aura. Had part of it been burned?

That… It…

He was crying, unable to form a proper thought. It wasn’t normal fire. It couldn’t be. An Ego. An Ego, it had to be the cause.

His breathing growing rapid and shallow with panic. It wasn’t natural fire. It moved, burned, far too quickly. Within what could have only been a few minutes, Marvin was already gasping for breath as it stole away his oxygen to feed itself.

Jackie, he needed Jackie, oh god—

The others hadn’t heard Marvin’s cries over the movie, hadn’t heard him hit the ground. They’d only realized anything was wrong when they smelled the smoke in the air.

Jackieboy had used his Screech to break the damn door down when he’d realized it was locked; the others flinching away and covering their ears. Bim had shoved the others aside to put the fire out with his magic, but quickly grew pale from both the effort of stretching his weak magic to such a degree, and the smell.

The King and Seán gagged, while Bim pressed his face into his elbow and scurried from the room with the King in close pursuit.

The smell of burned flesh hung heavy in the air.

And Marvin wasn’t moving.

Jackie hit his knees at the magician’s side before their creator could even fish out his phone for an ambulance. The hero’s breathing was heavy, his eyes wide, as he cupped Marvin’s chin. He used his free hand to try and push the mask off, but yelped when the melted plastic stuck to his fingers and burned. It was only then he noticed the strings of white plastic dripping down Marvin’s face to turn it an angry red; catching in his hair, and the ruined carpet.

“Marv?” the hero choked, his voice cracking. He touched uninjured fingers to one of the few places on Marvin’s face not burned. It was alarming how few of those areas there was. “M-Marv?”

The magician’s chest wouldn’t rise or fall, and panic started clawing up Jackie’s throat.

“Ja…Jack. H-he’s not breathing!”

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