#I was just writing my way in. noooo need to match length

[thearcherbrothersx]

Closed starter for @aftermiiidniiight / Muse: Declan Archer

He'd agreed to come by and pick her up this evening. He'd had a late meeting and she was out with friends not too far from his office, so naturally it made sense for his driver to swing by her venue on the way back to his place rather than have her make her way there later.

Declan left his driver with the car outside and made his way inside the club she'd told him she'd be at, his features maintaining the visual of ice; cool and calm. This despite the fact that his eyes visibly began searching the area for her as soon as he stepped inside. He looked entirely out of place, perfectly trimmed and kempt, dressed in a tailored Armani suit, a Rolex around his wrist. The sheer value of the man's attire probably surpassed the average occupant's yearly income. And yet he didn't seem bothered by the smell, the noise or fact that one person or other was intermittently bumping into him as he made his way through the crowds.

In fact, his expression didn't change until he finally spotted the gorgeous redhead on the dancefloor surrounded by several appropriately aged males, and at that point it was only for his lips to thin and brows to shift slightly higher on his forehead before his features settled back into that same indifferent mien. He watched her for a few seconds, considering the many different actions he could take, as well as the possible outcomes of those actions, before he turned around to leave.

[gumnut-logic]

A Strong Heart

This is all @tsarinatorment​ ‘s fault. Revenge fic for her little Scotty fic ::glares at her and shoves more marshmallows down the back of her shirt:: I should be writing my TAGSecretSanta fic, but noooo, I’m writing whump fic instead. ::headdesk:: Procrastinating writing by writing apparently.

Many thanks to @tsarinatorment​ for the plotting fun. I know I haven’t done it justice, cos I just know, sorry. There could be more to this. Gordo wants his piece of the action, after all. Also, thanks to @scribbles97​ and @vegetacide​ for some reading :D I get over excited sometimes and need grounding :D

Warnings: blood

I’m going to walk away now...at 1.41am...

-o-o-o-

Virgil had a strong heart.

He did. He had to considering the shit he put it through.

But seeing his brother fall off the high-altitude platform without his jet pack ramped up his heartbeat.

“Scott!”

Sure, it wasn’t the first time his brother had fallen, but still, it was only a modicum of relief to see One manoeuvre into position and catch her pilot.

But to see that pilot stumble in a move he had done so many times before and then slip and fall off his ‘bird…

Thunderbird One did not follow.

Virgil’s heart rate went for the record.

“John?” But his hands were already pulling Two out of her standby hover.

“He’s not responding.”

Virgil didn’t hesitate. His ‘bird leapt into a dive, the great ship plummeting from the sky, following her commander down.

John’s voice spat calculations and heartrending margins of error. Virgil didn’t respond as the great ship tore past his falling brother as he matched his plummet, Two’s engines screaming at the abrupt manoeuvre.

He didn’t have time to think. Calm, keep it together, hands moving with surety, speed and muscle memory, he grabbed his helmet, fastened a safety line and, everything secure, threw open the overhead hatch.

Physics sucked him from the confines of the cockpit and flung him out into the howling wind of their drop.

Scott was a floppy doll tossed by the vagaries of the gale. No response.

No response.

The ground was a looming darkness.

He grabbed his brother, curled around him, calculated, aimed… and slowed his ‘bird.

Thunderbird Two slammed into him, the sudden crunch of bone, helmet and the white bloom of pain, froze everything.

Sound faded other than that of his heartbeat…

Only to slap him awake in the form of John screaming in his ear.

Wind.

Thunderbird.

Tracy.

“Virgil! Respond!”

Breath sucked through his teeth.

A painful blink.

Scott.

Scott.

Scott!

His body came on line.  Two was roaring around him and he realised her rear thrusters were in operation. He was on his side, on the deckplates curled around…Scott!

“Scott?”

“Virgil, I have you en route to Auckland. Status?”

“Uh?”

“Status?!”

Virgil moved and something crunched in his shoulder enough to blind him.

The syllables that passed his lips did not satisfy John at all.

“Virgil!”

Oh, god.

He had to…see to Scott.

But all he could see was the back of his helmet through the crack in his own. His big brother was limp in his grip.

“Virgil, please answer me.”

Another blink. Damn, he wasn’t thinking straight. “John?”

“Virgil, status?”

“I’ve got him.”

“I know that. What is your status? Your medical status? I’m reading some trauma.”

Trauma.

Damn, his head hurt.

“Uh, head, shoulder…need to see to Scott…” He grit his teeth and rolled onto his back.

Arm!

Oh, god his arm!

“Arm…” Broken? Scott was lying on it.

And Scott was moving.

His brother rolled over with a groan and Virgil muffled a scream.

“Virgil!”

God, yes, definitely broken. He squeezed his eyes shut, grit his teeth and, with his remaining hand, gathered the limb to his side.

His fingers slipped in moisture.

Another blink and, panting hard, he forced himself to focus.

The blue of his glove was smeared with red.

Shit.

Shit.

His hand doubled, the red blurring against the green of the cockpit ceiling.

“Virgil, answer me!”

Focus!

“John…”

Whose blood was it?

Get off the damned deck and find out!

He rolled to his right and used what little momentum he had to sit up. His arm screamed, his shoulder screamed and the world spun sickeningly.

A whimper slipped through his teeth.

“Virgil?” It was quiet and it came from the deck beside him. “What’s wrong?” His brother made to get up, only to gasp and cry out.  One hand reaching for his legs, the other hugged his waist. But still his head turned towards Virgil. “Virg?” It was little more than breath.

It cut through the fog in his head.

“Stay still.”

With a hiss through his teeth, he slipped the fingers of his injured arm under his baldric to keep it as immobilised as possible and shuffled over to his brother.

His knees scrubbed blood off the deck.

Scott continued to try and roll over towards Virgil, but only succeeded in rolling onto his back. The movement caused his brother to emit a sound that knifed Virgil in the heart.

“God, Scott, stay still!”

The blue of IR uniform and the silver grey of Scott’s baldric were spattered with blood. His brother’s hand clutched at his side.

Virgil gently lifted that hand aside to reveal a tear in Scott’s uniform and what looked like a knife wound in his right abdomen. God. “What happened?” He replaced the hand and encouraged his brother to put pressure on the wound.

Virgil’s words to John were sharp and to the point.

Two’s rear thrusters roared just that little louder and the cockpit shook under a boost in acceleration.

Scott was obviously struggling to focus. “Din wanna be rescued, I guess…” Those blue eyes stabbed at Virgil as he grunted in pain. “What happened to you?”

Virgil didn’t answer, but stumbled to his feet and swayed his way over to the nearest first aid locker, ripped it open and grabbed a kit. He fumbled its scanner out and did his best to ignore the world spinning around his periphery.

“Virg?”

Virgil grabbed at the locker to steady himself. “Stay still.” He swallowed hard, fighting back bile.

Didn’t have time to be sick.

He landed beside his brother again and his knees hit the deck harder than they should. The shock shuddered through his body and he was hard put not to keel over right there.

“Virgil!” Scott grabbed at him.

“I’m...I’m good.” Another rank swallow. “Keep pressure on that wound.” Damn having only one hand. He fished around and grabbed a wad of padding. He handed it to Scott and he helped him press it to his side. His brother swore.

Virgil fumbled with the scanner.

Yellow light flooded the cockpit.

Hand as steady as possible, he scanned Scott head to toe. “John, please give me results. I haven’t setup the display.”

John who had two Thunderbirds to pilot, a rescue zone still in need of attention and likely a whole family asking questions…

“Virgil, honey, John has relayed to me. Receiving. Scott, you hang tight there, you hear me?”

His shoulders dropped just a little at the sound of his Grandmother’s voice. Grandma meant safety.

His brother shifted and groaned under the yellow light. “Yes, Grandma.”

Only Grandma had that immediate obeyance from the eldest.

“Virgil is injured,too.”

“You’re worse.”

“Virgil-“

“Scott, damnit, stay still.”

“Boys!” His fractured hud flickered as Grandma switched them to a private channel. Calm and professional. “Scott’s left femur is fractured. Immobilise and splint. His femoral artery is uncompromised, but beware of shock.”

His eyes darted to his brother’s leg and sure enough there was a distortion in the uniform wrapped around his thigh. Hell.

Why hadn’t he noticed?

Why hadn’t he assessed his brother properly?

“Yes, Grandma.” He pushed himself to his feet again, biting through his lip as he did so. He stumbled back to the lockers, dug through and found the moulding splints.

His breathing was harsh in his ears.

Scott.

Focus on Scott.

“Virgil?”

His brother’s voice was so weak it hurt.

“Hold still. Coming.”

He took the steps necessary to get back to Scott just as his ‘bird’s engine noise shifted and his girl began to descend.

“Approaching Auckland. Nearly there, Thunderbird Two.” John’s voice was all reassurance.

“FAB, Thunderbird Five.” It was little more than a whisper as he knelt again and tried not to throw up.

“Alan has Thunderbird One and is on approach with Gordon.”

Thunderbird One was so fast.

“Virgil?” A bloodied hand reached for him and smeared red on his arm.

He jumped. God, focus!

He grabbed his brother’s fingers and pushed them gently back to his injury. “Keep up the pressure. Just…please, Scott.”

“You’re hurt.” Worried, pain-filled eyes peered at him through the plexiglass of Scott’s helmet.

“I’m more concerned about you, right now.” His fingers prodded the digital pad on the splits and extended them to their full length, measuring them against his brother’s leg for size. “Hold still. You have a fracture. This is probably going to hurt…a bit. I’m sorry, Scott.”

“Virgil, it will be okay.” Those eyes latched on and held him.

A harsh swallow. “Hold still.” Virgil voice was hoarse in his own ears.

He deployed the splints and they reached out and wrapped around his brother’s leg, conforming to his thigh, hip and boot. Not moving the leg, but holding it stiff in the position it sat.

Scott’s gasp hurt more than Virgil’s head.

“Grandma?”

His grandmother had been silent through the exchange, but he knew she was there.

“Keep pressure on the wound, Virgil. You are on approach. Alan has already landed. Won’t be long.”

“Yes, Grandma.”

VTOL fired and their speed dissipated. Virgil could feel his ‘bird through the deck plates. He knew every move she made.

“Virgil? You with me?” Scott. God, his head hurt.

“Always.” There was no other answer. “Keep still.”

Two slid into a smooth landing, her struts thudding reassuringly on unseen ground. His space brother was damn good at what he did.

“Thank you, John.”

Two shuddered as she lifted up to, no doubt, reveal her module.

“Gordon and Alan are on their way, Virgil. Hang tight.”

“FAB.”

And then they were there.

Hands. Soft words. Reassurance. Yellow light flickered, causing him to flinch.

“Hey, Virg, what have you done to yourself?” Gordon’s voice was gentle.

“Scott, he’s-“

“We have him, Virg. He’s safe.”

Alan was suddenly there as well, blue eyes as worried as his eldest brother’s. Scott was on a hoverstretcher beside him.

His eyes were closed.

When…?

Gordon had a hand on Virgil’s uninjured arm. “Now we need to get you properly onto the hatch so we can lower both of you down to the waiting medical crew.”

A blink and he realised he was sprawled across the seam in the floor. “Oh.” He pushed himself to his feet.

And would have fallen if Gordon hadn’t caught him.

“Woah, Virgil, take it easy.”

Hands held him up as he panted in pain. A nudge at his broken helmet and his brother unfastened it before lifting it gently off his head.

Fresh air was a wonderful thing.

“Well, that explains a lot.” Fingers prodded gently at the side of his head and he flinched away in pain. “Hey, it’s okay, Virgil. Virgil? Look at me. C’mon, bro, look at me.” A touch directed his head to turn towards Gordon.

He didn’t have any energy to resist.

Brown eyes frowned worriedly up at him. “You have a head injury. Hang tight.” Gordon shifted him slightly to the left and activated the hatch.

He stumbled again as the hatch lowered, but Gordon had him.

Gordon had him.

-o-o-o-

 TBC?

[slaveformingi]

2nd Choice?! (M)

READER (y/n) X JEONG YUNHO (Ateez) With Slight Mentions of San. Genre: Smut, Sub!Yunho, Best friends turned into something more(?) Word Count: 4102 Words Summary:  You have been planning the perfect date for you to go on with your crush but due to some circumstances, your date was not able to come with you so you tried to make Yunho go on a date with you. What would Yunho do once he found out he was just your 2nd choice?

(FIX ON! Yes, I am back. I am finally back with a new smut {As promised before} Sorry it took some time, I was really busy with some stuff and I constantly was facing writers block. Anyways, I feel like I kinda fell out of touch with writing and that’s kinda sad but do tell me what you guys think of this fic and if you would like a sequel to it. Till then, love y'all!! )

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“He is so freaking perfect Yun, you should have seen him.”

You sighed happily as you sat on your bed, giggling. Your hands held onto your phone pressing it against your chest trying to keep it as close as possible to you. Another sigh left your lips as you began to remember his good looking visuals.

While you were busy drooling all over your phone, your best friend was sitting on the chair at your study table with his arms crossed. A slight frown was placed on his face, obviously annoyed by your talk of that boy and the lack of attention he was receiving.

“You do know that nobody is perfect, not even your lil loverboy, San.” Yunho says in an annoyed tone. He got up from his seat and made him way to your bed, where he plopped onto it so he could get you to pay attention to him. “I mean nobody in this world can possib--” 

A finger was pressed against his lips as soon as you heard your phone notification. Yunho glared down at your finger before squinting his eyes as you. You were completed focus on your phone to notice Yunho being displeased at you as he slowly pushes your finger away from his lips. Yunho notice as the expression of your face fell from happy and cheerful to a serious and disappointed look.

“Oh no...”

“What? Loverboy stained his favourite shirt?” Yunho sneered.

“Noooo.” you pouted as you kept your eyes on your phone, “He injured his leg while he was at dance practice.”

You started whining out loud before falling back onto your bed rolling around while hiding your face in your pillow, “Why is life so crueelllll!”

“Good, I think he is--” You shot Yunho a glare before he could finish his sentence. You knew exactly what Yunho was about to do, he was going to trash talk your crush and you weren't in the mood for it. You groaned once he stopped talking and went back to whining against your pillows. It really ruined everything you planned out for weeks and there was no way to fix it. 

Over the past couple of months, you tried you best to get closer to San, one of the hottest boy in your school. The boy who could made all the girls fall to their knees and beg him to pay attention to them. You too were a victim of his charm like the rest of the girls. But unlike the other girls, you were not stupid and you knew that he would not fall for you just like that, you knew you had to work your ass off to make him notice you.

You started to join the same clubs he was in, such as dance club and debate club, you even volunteered to be his study buddy for some of the classes you took together. You both went out a few times but it was nothing too serious and you wanted to change that, so you had made plans for a very romantic date. You had planned this “perfect date” of yours for weeks in advance but now, you felt like all of your dreams and efforts were crashing in front of your eyes and could not save them.

You hid under your pillows, forgetting that your best friend was still sitting next to you and staring at you with a disapproving face. You were grateful that Yunho was always there for you but all you wanted to do was to go on the date you took so long to plan. Then an idea hit you. You sat up and looked at Yunho cheerfully, “I know!!”

“Huh?” Yunho raised an eyebrow, confused at your sudden change of moods.

“You can be my date!” you grinned happily at him.

“Wait what?” he moved backwards until he was sitting on the other side of the bed from you, wary of your next move. It would be a lie to say that Yunho had never thought on asking you out on a date, or hold your hand, or share a kiss with you, or just spend more time with you, but your sudden decision caught him off guard.

“It took so long for me to plan this date and I dont want it to go to waste, so maybe you could go with me on it.. as like a trial run or something, so I know what to do or change when I go on a real one with San.”

“Wha-- Trial Run?? Why??” He couldn't process what he was hearing.

“Yeah, like I said San is injured so he can’t come, I should take this opportunity to go on the date with you to see what could go wrong or something.” you negotiated innocently, not realising the annoyed look on his face.

“So, basically you’re saying I’m your 2nd choice?” Yunho’s hands forming into fists with the sheets under him. “I mean, I guess you can say it like that.” you said think about it for a while before blurting out innocently; “Yeah, you're my 2nd choice.”

That was it. You hit Yunho’s sensitive spot. You immediately notice how pissed he look, you felt the tension building. Before you could say anything else, your body was pinned against your bed. Yunho hovered above you, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and disappointment.

“I am not a 2nd choice!” he growled at you. His eyes piercing into yours. His actions caught you off guard, he has never raised his voice at you. Before you could think of your next move, Yunho pressed his lips hard onto yours, all his anger and frustration finally coming out. You froze under him, still needing a moment to realise what was going on.

“I am not supposed to be your 2nd choice, I should be your 1st choice. I was here for you longer than San and you mean so much to me.” Yunho spoke, his lips only an inch away from yours, “San’s a fuckboy, the entire school knows that. His going to break your heart, y/n! Why are you too blind to see that?!”

“Even if he is a fuckboy. I-- I just want to feel loved.” you tried to tug your hands free from him but he kept on holding them down firmly. 

“Oh my god, you're a dumbass you know that?!” Yunho spoke with an irritated tone. “I want you! I love you! I always want to be by your side! Why can't you realised that?!”

His hands slowly letting go of your wrists, he slowly cups your face and kisses you deeply. It took you a moment before you finally gave into the kiss. You kissed him back with the same amount of passion and desire he did, all your thoughts focusing on him.

Slowly, the kiss started to get heated. His lips moved from your lips to your jaw, chin, down your neck, kissing and touching all over your body. Your surroundings started to blur as you became a moaning mess with each of his touch. The sound of his zipper slightly echoed your room as you undid his jeans. Yunho lifted his hips and allowed you to pull his jeans down to his thighs. You smiled when you noticed the bulge in his underwear and a small wet patch at the tip. 

Within moments, both of your clothes were all over your room as you both craved for each others warmth. You decided to take charge and pinned Yunho down onto your bed. A smile formed on your face as you ran your fingers up the inside of his thighs, spreading them to give you easier access. You rested your hand on top of his thighs before looking up at him, your eyes met his as you gave him an innocent look. Your facial expression did not match your hand movements though, as they moved to pull the waistband of his boxers away from his skin and let it go, causing it to slap against his waist.

Yunho was done with your teasing, he reached forward and gripped both of your wrists in his hand and placed them so they cupped his shaft, a soft moan left his lips. The sound of his moan was music to your ears, you wanted to hear more.

You slipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and tugged at them, Yunho lifted up his hips so you could pull his boxers off of him. He let out a content sigh as the constrictive material was removed, allowing his manhood to stand up straight leaning slightly against his toned abs.

You smiled at him, keeping eye contact as you lightly trailed your finger  up the base of his shaft, stopping just before you touched his slit. Yunho’s breathing started to get faster as you rested one hand on his bare thigh, lightly massaging the skin with the balls of your fingers while your other hand trailed across the top of his dick, lightly teasing his head by trailing a ring around the top. The only sounds coming from Yunho was the sound of his heavy breathing and you didn't like that, you wanted to hear more from him. You rested your fingertips lightly on the side of him as your thumb trailed down across his tip, collecting his pre-cum. Trailing down the moisture down his shaft as you repeated the motion until Yunho let out a small whine.

 You looked up and him and noticed his reddening cheeks, you simply smiled before spitting into your hand and smearing it around your palm with your fingers before slowly gripping the base of his dick. A satisfied groaned left his lips as he felt the warmth of your hand.

“Finally.” Yunho mutters under his breath causing you to chuckle slightly.

You slowly inched your hand up his length, watching him as his abs flexed loosened as you reached his tip. Trailing your thumb over the tip of his dick, you watched as his breath shortened into shallow pants as you repeated the motion a few more times, twisting your wrists on the final time and forcing a sharp moan from him. You looked up at him as your bit your lower lip, enjoying the sight in front of you. He murmured something that you could barely hear.

“What’s wrong Yun?” you questioned innocently, removing your hand from him so his eyes brought themselves back to yours.

“Fuck.” he sighed as he shuffled slightly on the bed, “I need more.”

“You called me a dumbass earlier but now look at you. You know, you're the bigger dumbass and a forward for not telling me that you liked me earlier. I followed that asshole around for nothing!” you sneered back at him, slowly wrapping your hand around him, “Your such an ass, you know that?” You started to pump him with each word you said. Instead of arguing back, all Yunho could do was groan at each move you made.

“I love the noises you make for me, Yunho.”

He groaned lowly and bit the inside of his mouth. He'd never thought he’d would be playing sub before. He'd always thought himself as a Dom since dominating someone in the bedroom fuelled his ego. He always assumed being submissive was a more feminine act but the idea of you dominating him made him even harder. 

You flicked your wrist with a tight pump and watched as his eyes fluttered shut. You lowered your head and case a look up at him as you ran your tongue flat against his slit.

“Fu--Fuck!” Yunho moaned out, the sound echoing around your room, edging you on. You blew cool air over the wet tip; a whole new level of determination filling you as you wanted to hear him again.

“You're so big Yun.” you praised calmly, lowering your head to press a firm kiss to the tip again causing his hips to buck upwards so that his dick is pressed against your lips.

“Fuck, yes...” He whined quietly, all he wanted was to was to feel your warm mouth around him.

You ran your tongue up the underside of his length as you send him a cheeky wink. Yunho let out whimpers as you removed your hands from him. You slipped your hands under the back of his knees and tugged him forward until his ass was left resting on the bed and his dick pointed out at you for easy access.

“Please baby,” he groaned, throwing his head back as you held onto him again, “I was supposed to make you beg for me, not the other way around.”

You smirked at his words, you slightly been forward and opened your mouth above his leaking tip and stuck out your tongue to flick it.

“Fucking hell.” he breathed, trying to roll his hips up towards your mouth, you quickly slapped his inner thigh and a small yelp came from him due to the contact. 

Yunho looks at you with wide eyes, silently begging you to stop teasing him already. You smiled at him as you loosely wrapped your lips around his tip and started sucking him gently.

“Fu--fuckyes!” he groaned, using one of his free hands to rest on the back of your neck to push you down further, you pulled off with a hard suck that caused him to whimper.

“No touching love.” You scored watching as his eyebrows furrowed and he nibbled his bottom lip with a small whine of annoyance. The annoyed tone left his voice and faded into pleasure as you put your mouth back onto his dick. Rolling your tongue against the slit, you used one hand to hold onto base and the other one on his thigh to keep his hips steady.You tapped your fingers on his shaft as your head began to lower slowly, Yunho becoming a moaning mess with each of your touch.

“Ye--Yes baby!” Yunho shouted as you rolled your tongue against the underside of his dick and sucked harder “Fuck baby, your making me feel so good-- Fuck-- I love your mouth--So warm--” He groaned as his hands started to flex, itching to grab something other than the edge and the sheets your bed.

You hummed in reaction to his praise, causing groans and curses to leave his mouth. Yunho’s voice getting louder as you began slowly bob your head and twist your hand that was gripping his base.

“I-- Fucking hell, y/n-- I love you so fucking much..” he shouted as his bucked his hips into your mouth, you didn't stop him, he was pushing himself towards his high and you didn't want to deny him of it. You moved your hand that was on his thigh and gripped his wrist and brought it to your hair, Yunho instantly ran his long fingers through your hair before pushing your head down at a speed and pace he wanted; hard and fast. You gagged slightly at the pace he was going, tightening your muscles around him.

“Fu--Fuck babe, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come-- Please don’t stop babygirl-- fuckfuckfuck.” he groaned loudly, bobbing your head with his hands knotted in your hair and rocking his hips into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks and sucking on him harshly, he threw his  his head back and moaned out your name loudly. You watched as his abs flex and loosen as his cum squeezed down your throat, his arms and thigh muscles rippling under his smooth skin as his whole body shakes due to his high.

You got up from your position and lied down beside him, snuggling into his neck as he tries to steady his breath. 

“Fuck, that escalated quickly.” you said after a few moments of silence.

“True..” Yunho smirks as he flips himself and hovers above you, “But let's see how much you like it when I tease you.”

(Author’s Note: Does anyone want a part 2 for this? If you do, do tell me and I’ll make one!)

[dolcetters]

things a new rp partner should know about me !

fun new meme here ! write 3-5 things a new rp partner (or those who want to be) should know about you and tag 3-5 people! it should be related to rp and not to other interests. (also don’t write you are a dork/gremlin/etc. this is tumblr, of course you are.)

( hannah/red/raven. 28. she/her. )

i. i tend to have a plate full of projects and RP/things related to RP kind of take the bottom tier of the totem pole. due to this i’ll sometimes have windows where i’ll straight up vanish from the face of the dash because my upcoming webcomic/art/life has taken my attention but... considering i’ve been RPing dol since like 2010 or 2011, i can promise you i’ll come crawling back at some point. >xD i can’t abandon my boy...

ii. i am disgustingly low-maintenance when it comes to RP, so please please please don’t ever worry about how long it’s taking you to reply, where your muse is, if your reply length matches mine, etc etc, i GENUINELY DO NOT MIND. we got lives, we got responsibilities, we got emotions, and role-playing on tumblr should never be a cause of stress. i imagine most of you are here for the escapism like i am. am i excited to write with you? absolutely. am i gonna get upset that you’re taking a while? nope. noooo nope nope. pour yourself a nice drink, sit back, it’s all good. 

iii. i, myself, am asexual on the sex-repulsed end of the spectrum. i feel like y’all need to know this because while i can (and do) write nsfw in the intimacy department/am open to talking about it, i definitely feel more comfortable writing with a mun i have an established friendship with. writing sexual content/discussing sexual topics doesn’t seem to squick me. i AM, however, very easily squicked out by most visual sexual content or if the writing gets too graphic (like... a lot of details). and, while i don’t think any of y’all would assume this, i don’t “look down” on anyone who enjoys that content. i’ve had “friends” get very hostile toward me for just saying it wasn’t my cup of tea. idk??? you do you, just ... tag the visual/graphic stuff, plz. thnk.

iv. i don’t do it quite as often as i used to (due to life and responsibilities and shit) but i have been known to doodle random crap that happens on my dash from time to time, or answer an ask with a drawing if a visual would cause more comedic effect. you’ve been warned. if you’re uncomfortable with this, please tell me at any time, i won’t be offended or hurt! 

v. ...just gonna go ahead and say rosecetto is my “default ship”/main otp going forward which, honestly, has been the case for a while now. i’m probably making this way more dramatic than it is but just know that... with 10 years writing this dumb idiot, has been a lot of history and. stuff. so without getting too detailed, “letting it pass marcetto up” has felt kind of like a betrayal and that’s REALLY STUPID but nnghhfg?? *shrugs into the sun* i still ship marcetto a ton and i love it but, cripes, man. rosecetto is so soft and sincere. get out of my house. (**OBVIOUSLY i’m still open to other ships of all kinds developing and no rosé rpers are obligated to humor me; i will never force anything on you nor will i keep dropping hints if you’ve already said no, i’m just really stupidly in love with my dumb idiot rarepair and since there’s no content for it i sometimes froth at the mouth and need to gush or write/draw something on my own... i’ll fill this tag alone, if i have to)

( tagging: you. you should do this. take it from me, you fool. )

[gingerwritess]

friendly reminder to any writers that see this: it’s REALLY EASY to not use white-reader descriptors!!!all it takes is a little bit of effort, just a teeny tiny bit!! spare a couple thoughts about the people who could read your “reader insert!”

simple ways to expand your representation of “you”

instead of blushing when embarrassed or flustered:

1. looking down or away from someone

“every head in the room whirled to her when the door slammed. Her face went beet-red.”

no, try: “every head in the room whirled to her when the door slammed. Her blood ran cold, and the binder in her hands suddenly became very interesting.”

2. nervous laughter, smiling, or light stammering

under the table, he squeezed her knee. She stared at her plate, her face reddening by the second.

noooo. Try: “under the table, he squeezed her knee. The hardest part was not spitting out her drink—then came the task of keeping a straight face as his thumb roamed.” Or, if you like dialogue:

“Her lips left his, far too quickly. ‘Like that?’

He couldn’t breathe, much less speak properly. ‘Y-yeah,’ he croaked. ‘Like that.’”

3. nervous/anxious tick

“Their eyes met, and her face instantly flushed.”

bruh. c’mon. try “their eyes met, and her hand instantly flew to her throat. Fingered the pearls strung about it before she could stop herself, resting just above the low neckline of her dress—right where his eyes traveled next.”

physical descriptions:

1. Lip color

bruh just don’t. it’s not necessary. most people have lips (if you’re talking about mouth lips cause yup I’ve heard it both ways, we’ll get to that) so you don’t need to specify. your point will get across with just the word “lips.” then anyone who is reading can subconsciously go “oh yeah, it’s me, so my *insert color descriptor* lips.”

if you’re describing a specific lip tone, you’re just shooting yourself in the foot because the moment it doesn’t match with the exact color of your readers lips, they will be ripped from the depth of the story and if they continue, will do so from a major narrative distance. and that’s no fun.

same goes for the other lips. yknow, for all the smut writers out there. color descriptors can be a little more understandable in this context but even still, is it absolutely necessary? you can say pussy without using pink to describe it. use another descriptor. pretty. pulsing. dripping. etc.

get a little more creative with it, or take out the descriptor altogether. sometimes—or most of the time in writing—less is more.

2. hair, eyes, height, weight, etc.

if it’s a reader insert, hair color, eye color, height, weight, and any other physical descriptions should really be left out. find other ways around it, they do exist! you can think of it!

use “sparkling eyes” instead of “ocean-blue eyes” because dammit all eyes sparkle. or they’re dead, dull, empty. use “striking eyes” and “glimmering” and “glistening” and “tear-rimmed” and “puffy” and “bloodshot.” those pack much harder punches than knowing that this reader has green eyes.

avoid describing hair, just because it differs so beautifully between people. not just color. texture is a thing, length is a thing, feel is a thing. keep in mind that not all hair is “smooth” and “tumbling down her back.” any specific description of hair can create that narrative distance, and since chances are pretty high that you and your reader will have slightly different hair, it’s better to find more creative ways to say “the wind blew” that are not “the wind blew through her hair” or “her hair fluttered behind her.”

these are just some ideas!! Many more exist! I don’t want to hear anything about “it’s too hard” or “too much to remember” NO. You’re capable of way more than that! It’s called being a decent human and sparing just ONE of your thoughts to the other people who may read your fic. And if you really aren’t willing to make these changes, then specify at the beginning of your tags that your reader is written in a specific way. white is not the status quo and we have to stop pretending it is.

If I read another fic with "your face turned bright red/pink," "your face reddened," "your skin flushed with color, "your pink lips," or any other fair-skinned/white reader descriptions, I think I'll actually stop reading fanfiction all together 😒

I'd rather not pretend to be white when I'm reading reader inserts. It's sickening.

What truly annoys me is that these fics are SO DAMN GOOD! I hate when I can't reblog or like someone's work, especially when they deserve it. I hate having my heart drop everytime I read that nonsense cuz I know that they wrote it with fair-skinned readers in mind. It sucks.

I try not to be one of those people who criticize everything but every good work I've read since I returned to tumblr has had these fair-skinned reader descriptors. At this point I think it's time to give up on fanfiction.

[sunflowershine03]

My name is...

Definitely not the important part right now.

What matters is jotting down everything that’s just happened in the past three days.

I’m a... priest? That’d be the best way to describe it, right? A priest, though I haven’t been one for long. I’ve done a few blessings, nothing fancy, but three days ago I was assigned a banishment. Three demons at a morgue needed to be removed. Easy, right?

Apparently not.

“So how many are in there?” He asked, looking inside the dark building.

“Three.” The owner, a young woman, said. “A green one, a black one, and... a yellowy one.”

He nodded. Colours weren’t exactly important but it was good to know what to be looking for. “I’ll probably be out in an hour. If I start screaming abandon me.” With that, he entered the morgue.

It definitely had that ‘being haunted’ feeling. Everything felt older, as if it’d been bought a decade ago and not a few months ago. As he walked, he could hear voices.

“Another!! Another!!” “Be quiet or I’ll rip that smile off your face!!!!” “Mine, mine, stay away...”

Three different voices. Matched the three he was told were here. But he could hear something else. Crying..?

He turned a corner and came face to face with a wide-eyed pale yellow face. It had bright yellow pupiless eyes, and its mouth was too wide, almost splitting its face in half. It’s long limbs touched the walls on either side of the hall.

“It’s here!! It’s here!!”

With that call, he heard two more pairs of feet come towards him. He fumbled with his bag. Purified salt where was the purified sa-

The bag was slapped out of his hand by a new demon, practically knocking him to the floor with force. He could hear something shatter. That was the salt... oh boy.

Two new figures were in the hall. The first, the one who’d thrown away his bag, was almost pitch black, and had chiton-like skin moulded like a suit of armour. The second was snakelike, a head full of snakes and no legs, just a scaley length.

Wait, where did the second pair of-

A pale figure lunged at him from the darkness, catching him by the throat.

And then he saw nothing but blackness.

...

He woke up with a pounding headache.

“...what just...”

Oh! Oh! This is new!!!

Who said that? That sounded like-

Shut up!! Just shut up!!!

Oooooooooh what’re you gonna dooo? Come ooon!

Hey human, there’s things, you have a bag put the things in the bag I need them.

...oh no. Oh noooo.

So yeah. Pretty sure that thing possessed me. You’d think only the three that were there would have gotten into my head, but no. Because everything had to be complicated, there’s a FOURTH.

From my research, I’m pretty certain it’s a binding demon. They’re usually pale, and have at least 3 arms, two where arms usually are on some human, but at least one arm on their back. Record number of arms on back is 10 and I would never want to see that. They can be bound to however many demons as they have back arms. Wherever the binding demon goes, the bound demons go. Pretty sure this one has three arms. But this one...

It’s sad. I’ve never read anything about them being sad, but I don’t think many people have been possessed by one. Or at least they haven’t thought to write this stuff down.

I’ll write more later, but for now I’m gonna see if I can see into my skull, actually see these demon guys, maybe talk to them. I have SO MANY THINGS to say to them. They’re annoying as hell. No pun intended.

( @givethispromptatry @write-it-motherfuckers thing!!!!)