#I'll slowly start getting back into replies and starting new threads

[devildungeondm]

Guess who's back, Freaks.

[yawnderu]

Thin Walls — Keegan P. Russ x Reader

Dbf!Keegan collab with the amazing @moosch MWAH

Check out her amazing drawing on this<3

There were rare times Keegan felt like he may have chosen the wrong job. Right now? Covered in dirt and grime, seeking shelter in an abandoned building with the rest of the ghosts after a particularly hard mission was one of those moments. What was supposed to be a three hour mission went downhill and turned into four long days of chasing down an enemy for intel.

The first thing he did as soon as the building was cleared was to fish for his phone, reading the thread of messages he had from you; ranging from telling him about your day, to complaining about missing him and how he owes you a shopping spree for going dark. He rolled his eyes, a deep chuckle rumbling out of his chest and escaping his lips. A new text caught his attention, scrolling down to read it.

Brat: [16:38]

I see you online, can we ft? Papa wants to see u :)

He stares at your message for a few seconds, considering his chances. Keegan looks like shit— eye black smudged messily all over his face, uniform dirty and muddy, a streak of dried up blood dripping down his forehead, and icy blue eyes so tired you would think he died and was never informed. He didn't want you or your father; his best friend, to see him at his worst.

Glucose Father: [16:40]

Sorry princess, signs too shitty for that. Send me some pics of that bratty face and maybe I'll take you shopping when I'm back?

He internally cringed at the text, rarely even using his phone unless it was to text your father and you. His fingers tap on the sides of his phone as he waited for a reply, putting the idle chatter of the ghosts in the back of his mind as he went to another room with the excuse of being able to get some sleep once and for all.

For a second, he ignored the phone vibrating in his hand, leaning against the wall and sitting down with a groan, sore muscles finally able to rest, even if only for a few hours.

Brat [16:43]

Sent 6 attachments.

His tired eyes drifted down to his phone, opening the message and being received by the sight of you, a smile adorning your pretty face. His gaze softened and his pants tightened as he noticed you wearing one of his shirts, fitting into it so much better than he could. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, listening to the chatter on the other side of the thin wall before his free hand drifted down to his growing bulge, holding back a groan as he palmed his sensitive cock over his pants.

"Fuck..." He whispered, hesitantly lowering his fly enough to pull his dick out, gloveless hand feeling the length of it before he started stroking slowly, moving his hand up and down while he looked at your pictures. They were completely innocent pictures, really, simply showing your pretty face and bright smile, yet he couldn't help it.

He was trying his best to be quiet despite how good jerking off felt after so much stress. His head was tilted back against the wall, eyes screwed shut as his mind came up with the filthiest fucking images, thinking of your lips wrapped around his cock, struggling to take him as he fucked your face. He could just imagine the noises that would come out of you as his thick dick was shoved all the way down your throat, a deep growl coming out of his lips as his rough fingers massaged his tip, spreading the leaking precum and using it as lube to jerk off better.

He swapped to another photo of you smiling brightly at the camera, holding up a piece sign. What a fucking sight for sore eyes. He imagined your pretty face glazed in his thick white cum, tongue tainted by his seed. His hand involuntary moved faster and harder up and down his cock, applying more pressure with each stroke until he had to bite his lip to stop himself from making too much noise, aware enough of the thin walls.

He couldn't wait to go back home to you, making you cuddle up to him and holding you like a lifeline, the plush of your ass pressing up against his cock as you allowed him to grope you, his hands grasping at as much as he could grab while his hard clothed cock rubbed against your ass. You're killing me, brat.

A deep, low moan came out of his lips his cock twitched in his hand, balls tightening up as ropes of thick, white cum shot out, covering his hand. He squeezed his cock a little bit tighter, making sure all his cum was out, taking another look at your pretty face in the selfies before he began cleaning up.

Evidence hidden and with his cock back in his pants he stepped back into the room with the other ghosts, instantly met with the amused faces of Ajax and Kick, clearly holding in their laughter.

"Had some fun, bro?" Ajax asked, not even able to hold in his laugh anymore, Kick following right after.

"Yeah, yeah." Keegan grumbled, rolling his eyes as he sat down and pulled out his flask.

"Next time I'll do it in the same room as you motherfuckers." Logan's frown deepened.

[accio-sriracha]

Angst- Drarry.

~~~♤~~~

That's it- it's the title.

For people who love to read traumatized Harry!!

And for people who don't.... well? Sorry??

Good luck <333

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Harry stood abruptly from his seat in the Great Hall.

He had managed to make it so far.

He made it through the fucking train ride. He made it through sitting in that same car he met Remus Lupin in. The same car he had met Ron and Hermione and Neville in.

He managed walking through the gates, watching as now everyone around him could see the thestrals only himself and Luna could see just last year.

He managed the sorting, the fact that there was less than twenty first year students total, each looking even more nervous than the last.

He made it through Slytherins not clapping at all, some looking as terrified as the kids who were put into their house.

He made it through the names, oh Merlin the names, the names of families he now recognized, each sending a jolt through him like lightning.

He made it through McGonagall being the one to stand up and give the speech, through her apologetic smile, scanning over the gaps in tables where students no longer sat.

Through the first half hour of conversations.

Through all of the new faces at the staff table.

Through Hermione checking in on him every few minutes.

Through Ron barely touching his food.

He made it.

But then he made the mistake of looking up.

It was an old habit, he had no idea why he even felt the need to do so now. It was a habit he picked up eight years ago, when he constantly felt the need to check whether the Slytherin was doing anything nefarious.

And there he was.

Blond hair unstyled, half hanging in front of his eyes. His face held a large scar across his cheek now, his hands shaking as they brought the goblet to his lips with difficulty. His wand sat in front of him, close by, something Harry needed to do as well.

Harry stood abruptly, shocking his friends out of their quiet reveries.

"I have to go." He mumbled to nobody in particular, stepping over the bench and making his way to the door.

He had made it so far before he snapped.

And of course it would be those haunted gray eyes that would do it for him.

"Potter." A voice called as he practically tore down the corridor, needing to get away from it all.

He froze.

That voice.

Familiar yet so, so different. Resigned but worried, a hint of fear.

Harry turned on the spot,

"Malfoy." He breathed back.

Merlin what had he done. He couldn't handle this conversation. Couldn't handle the look on Malfoy's face, the way his hands lifted up slowly to show he wasn't actively armed.

Harry knew the action meant little, both of their wands lay upright in the pocket of their robes, both prepared to draw it at moments notice, at a flicker of a shadow.

"Are you alright?" Malfoy asked carefully.

"No." Harry replied. He'd given up lying about it a long time ago. He'd been asked a million times. Nobody ever believed him anyways, they could see it, there wasn't a point in pretending.

The honesty shocked Malfoy, he reeled in surprise for a moment before composing himself, "Is there something you need right now? Something I can help you with?"

He'd heard those words a million times too. Yet somehow...

"Yes." Harry whispered, his resolve hanging by a thread.

His quick answers bubbled to the surface. I need to be alone. I'm fine. I'll be alright. No, I just need time.

None of them came out, Harry's shaking breath was the only sound to break into the tense silence.

"Okay." Malfoy continued his slow approach, his hands still out and visible, "What do you need?"

"Out." The word was a quiet plead, tearing through him before he could stop it.

He wasn't sure it made any sense to Malfoy, hell, it barely made since to himself.

Malfoy seemed to understand.

"Come on." He closed the distance and took Harry's hand, disapparating on the spot.

With a whoosh of air and a dizziness Harry wasn't sure he'd ever get used to, he found himself in a large field.

"What-" Harry started, looking around.

"It's a new safety protocol. All of the prefects were given permission to disapparate to this specific field in case of emergency. This is the only place you can do it to and from Hogwarts and it's incredibly secured."

Harry looked around, he noticed the shimmer then, high above them like a force field, protecting the area from people coming in from the outside.

"That's ridiculous they never added this before." Harry thought out loud. A safety evacuation spot only prefects and teachers can reach? It was perfect.

"It was my idea." Malfoy told him quietly, he shrugged, "Kids shouldn't be forced to either fight or wait to die. There should be a safe zone to bring them to in case something like that ever happened again."

"It's brilliant." Harry turned to look at him, realising with an odd flutter that their hands were still clasped tightly together.

He didn't let go.

Neither did Malfoy.

"Do you need to sit down?" He asked. Harry shook his head,

"No, fresh air is enough. Thank you." He whispered.

They stood in odd silence for a while, their hands held tight, their eyes focused on a random point in the distance, careful not to look at each other.

"Do you think they can see us?" Harry asked quietly. He didn't know why, he'd never wanted to talk about it before, always triggered easily by the mention of them. Draco didn't need to ask who,

"Maybe." He replied thoughtfully, looking up to the sky.

If the conversation bothered him he didn't show it. Harry was surprised he was so calm himself.

He told himself it was just the fresh air and not the steadying pressure of their laced fingers.

"I saw them all when I held the resurrection stone. Everyone I'd lost." He cleared his throat, "I know it sounds stupid but it... it seemed so real."

"It could have been real." Malfoy looked at him now, turning his gaze away from the clouds, "I don't know of anybody who's used the stone before and stuck around to talk about it, maybe you really did see them."

Harry looked up too, "Maybe." He muttered.

He wondered what his parents would think of him now, what they would see in the half life he wandered through. He wondered if they'd have still been proud had they watched the lives it took to keep his safe.

He wondered if they met the others, if Fred had told them what Harry had cost the world.

He hadn't realised he started shaking again until he felt a gentle tug at his arm, Malfoy pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close.

He relaxed, the pressure making his heartbeat slow and his thoughts focus in on the moment.

"I'm sorry." Malfoy murmured, "I should have asked first... this is what Pansy does sometimes. It-" He hesitated, "It helps me feel like I won't fall apart. Like she's holding me together in a way."

Harry couldn't speak. He nodded numbly, letting the truth of Malfoy's words wash over him.

Malfoy was holding him together.

He didn't break the way he thought he did when they locked eyes. It was an explosion of a dam. It was release.

It was tension he wasn't allowed to acknowledge, emotions he wasn't allowed to feel. Grief he hadn't had time for and respect he shouldn't give.

Malfoy didn't have that look in his eyes, terrified of him breaking down. Malfoy looked at him like he was waiting for it, expecting it, hoping for it. And he looked like he was sure he would be there to pick him up again.

Malfoy held him together, and suddenly Harry was crying. His heart finally letting go of all the pain it carried around. His tears flowed, his hands clutched at the back of Malfoy's robes, grateful to have something secure to hold on to.

And Malfoy let him. He didn't try to reassure him, he didn't tell him to calm down. He let him cry. He let him grieve and grieve and grieve until he was empty.

And the pain was gone.

"It's gonna be okay." Malfoy told him after he'd been silent for a few minutes, "It took me a while too, to get to the point where I let myself feel. But you'll feel better soon, you just can't hold it in all the time."

Harry nodded, letting his comforting words wash over him. His strong hands and kind voice. Malfoy was there to piece him together as many times as he needed to break.

And, oddly enough, it felt right that it was him.

"Thank you." Harry whispered after the silence had stretched again.

"Don't worry about it. I'm here however many times it takes until you're alive again." He cleared his throat, leaning back a little so they met eyes,

"It's never going to be the same, Potter. That's life, that's war. We'll never be the people that we once were, so don't expect yourself to be. You're allowed to have scars now, you're allowed to be a little broken, but you can't mend anything if you won't acknowledge the cracks are even there. I won't judge you for anything that happened when we were younger, or for anything you needed to do to survive. You're here now, that's what matters." He took a deep breath and nodded, "I'm glad you're here, Potter."

Harry smiled weakly at him. The words felt so nice to hear, comforting in their sureness. It wasn't empty promises and vague advice. It was facts. He was never going to be whole again, but that was okay. He could live with okay.

He could allow himself to break, as long as he knew it was Malfoy going to be there to help him pick up the pieces.

"I'm glad you're here too, Malfoy." He whispered.

And he meant it, more than he'd ever meant anything in his life.

In this meadow, in Draco Malfoy's arms, for the first time in his life, he was at peace.

He was home.

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[thomasicism]

🖌️; PHEW okay!! i know i still have a few replies left to get to, but i figured an official post on here was waaaay overdue... so i'm putting it out there that i'm going to be officially putting this blog on a temporary semi-hiatus, just for the time being!

what this means is that:

(1) asks will be temporarily closed; (2) replies to threads will continue but will be slow and probably only around once or twice a month, or if i get any particular inspo in the moment; (3) i won't be starting any new threads right now!

the blog will still be up, i'm not leaving !! i'll still be on here from time to time, and, yes, i don't mind if you tag thomas in little things here and there~ it's only that i've been noticing my muse for thomas dwindling a lot these days, and with midterms and a lot more projects coming up as well (graduate school can be a bitch sometimes), i wanted to take a liiiittle bit of a step back and make it known to those i have ongoing roleplays with <3 really, nothing much changes from how i've been doing things lately, other than asks being temporarily closed. i just wanted to get the obligation a lil bit more off my chest!

BUT if you want an estimate, i'll probably be able to take off the semi-hiatus status around holidays' time (meaning, december-ish), or maaayybeee sooner if, for example, we get an update with a considerable amount of thomas content hehe <3

to those i do have threads with, thank you for always being so patient with me~! i promise that even if i reply slowly, i still very much like roleplaying with you! <3

[invisibleraven]

my internet has returned home from the war

good morning kisses

sweet tarts

Welcome back Katie's internet, we have missed you greatly!

Carrie had never been a good sleeper-her thoughts always racing. Planning out choreography, reworking songs, rethinking outfits, and that was just for gigs. Nevermind her normal life where she had to be Carrie, always on, smiling with a bite, perfect and perky and pink.

Honestly it was so exhausting she wondered how she was able to stay up at all.

However, now she had her own space, where she felt a little less pressure, and that was all due to the man she shared said space with.

She had never expected Reggie-a goofball bass player who liked vintage sci-fi, pizza, and lived in leather and flannel. But he was also a sweetheart with hidden depths who made her feel treasured and beautiful, no matter what.

It was Reggie who insisted on splurging on a new bed when tey got this place-her childhood bed was too small for two, and he didn't want to go back to his parents house for his. They had a lot of fun testing mattresses-even if she was sure the store employees wanted to murder them for jumping on the beds.

Thankfully her dad's platinum card silenced any objections-and well, he had told her it would be a housewarming gift for her since he wouldn't be around to help her move.

So now she and Reggie had a queen sized bed with a solid wood frame, high thread count sheets, and a lovely quilt that his MeeMaw had made them. Sleep came a lot easier in it-but that might had been because of Reggie holding her through the night.

But maybe the best part was waking up next to him. She usually woke up first-she always had been an early riser, and even if sleep came a little easier, he didn't completely obliterate her insomnia.

Carrie would turn over, or look up, and just watch him-he assured her it was adorable and not creepy, but he was a little biased. She watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way the early morning sun made his pale skin glow, highlighting the freckles scattered over the bridge of his nose. The way he was so still and calm when he was usually so fluid and full of energy.

Gosh he was pretty.

"I can feel you staring," he mumbled.

"Who could blame me?"

He grinned at that, still not opening his eyes, and she rubbed their noses together until his lashes fluttered, letting her see that springtime green looking back at her.

"Mornin' doll," he drawled, pecking her lips gently. "Sleep good?"

She shrugged a little in response-by now he knew she and sleep weren't on the best of terms some days. "Got a few broken hours."

"Obviously I'm going to have to start wearing you out before bed," he said with a leer.

"You know I just get wired after sex," Carrie replied, refusing to rise to his bait.

"I meant going for a run, gosh you've got a dirty mind," he teased, then pulled her in for another kiss-still closed mouthed because morning breath, but it lingered to the point that Carrie's toes curled and she sighed into it.

"How about you? How was your nap?" she asked, their lips brushing as she barely pulled away.

"Not too bad, though I could go back to sleep if we didn't have things to get done," he replied, slowly sitting up. "I'll start breakfast if you want?"

She nodded, but as he got up, she yanked on the necklace he wore-even to bed-pulling him in for one more kiss. "Love you."

"Love you too doll."

They smiled at each other, even as Reggie backed away to go make food and Carrie got up to do her morning yoga and get ready for the day. Even if part of her was tempted to crawl right back under the covers.

Especially if Reggie's offer to wear her out was a sincere one.

Instead she plowed on with her morning, and looked forward to a day when she could just lounge in bed, enjoying his company, maybe some more kisses.

Not that she didn't get plenty-kisses over coffee and after brushing their teeth, a kiss just after she applied her lipstick, just because he loved how it made her brow wrinkle having to reapply it. A kiss before they went their own ways that lasted longer than the others.

And the kiss he blew her before his bike took off, the one that made her heart flutter uncontrollably, just because.

So maybe Carrie wasn't the best sleeper-but that was okay. She preferred mornings-and all the kisses that came with it anyways.

[strawberista]

{Just a quick and informative update for everyone because I think I might be accidentally confusing some folks, I am in the process of answering all of my drafts. I'm starting on this account first since it's the most buried, and then I'll be working my way to the others later. Right now I'm sitting on 13 drafts here, so I really am cutting into it pretty good. But the way I'm going about it is that I'm answering whichever threads I immediately have a reply for or am feeling the most energy for and throwing them into my queue. So replies will be rolling out slowly and probably not always when I'm on and available, I'm just getting to them as I get to them. I am trying to prioritize new stuff over old stuff, but again, this is very much a "I'll get to it when I get to it" situation. XD I'll make it around to even our old stuff, I promise. And I'll let you guys know when I'm finally free from draft land when I do get there. I just wanted to let you guys know how it was going since I know the queue is slow to roll. It's on purpose. I wanna make sure I don't get overwhelmed while I'm trying to play catchup sksksk.}

{Lol I really should just make a q tag, but like. I dunno I only use the q in situations like this and it feels kind of arbitrary to tack it onto a thread reply just because I may or may not actually be online. Talk to me. Send something in. I'm not bothered by people poking me when I'm not available, I'll just get back to you when I can. ૮꒰ ⸝⸝ ◞ ˬ ◟ ꒱ა ♡}

[floralembarrassment]

Hey!!! i love what you write and I was wondering if you could write like James and Reg announcing they were having Harry to everyone. thanks 😊

Hello! 🥰🥺 you are too sweet!

Ohhhhh alright alright was my initial reaction!

This might be a chose your own adventure because I see this going so many ways. But I think they always tell someone first. I could write a million of these apparently! But for now you get 3! Thank you for this request!!

With love for @krist27prongspott and all! ❤️

Oh baby! (1/1) (jegulus) (option 1/3)

They are old. They have been trying for a baby. They want a baby. They really had to do a lot of things to get a baby so of course they want one and have been trying. Still... Regulus is panicking.

How could he be just a few short months away from being a father? How was he supposed to do this now? Yes they have been working with a lot of agencies, but they got a call and now it is real and the excitement died when James went to get the take away and now he is spiralling.

Their friends knew abstractly that they wanted a child. James of course wants a slew of them, but Regulus is really hoping they can figure out one.

When James returned, he walked back into the living room and found Regulus curled in on himself, pulling at the loose threads on his pants. "Alright love?" He asked cautiously, setting down the food on table.

Regulus looked up at him, grey eyes wide. "We are not ready for this," he declared. "I think we need to tell people because I do not think we can do this alone. Like right now."

James let out a big sigh, "oh thank goodness can I call my mum please?"

"Yes! Get her over here now. I need her. And and, Monty please?" Regulus replied just as hastily.

"Okay I'll call my parents, you call Sirius and Remus?" James propositioned.

Regulus stood and moved over to James, wrapping his arms around him. "I love you and thank you I need my best friend to know,"

"Yeah I need mine too!" James said and they both ran in different directions.

Soon after the 4 arrived. Their family. James sat them all on the couch, from left to right: Monty, Effie, Sirius, and Remus. Regulus went into their bedroom to dig out the little booties James had bought when they started this journey. They hadn't shown them to anyone, so Regulus quickly put a bow on the plain white box and brought it out to the living room. He handed it to Effie, who looked at it quizzically. "What's this all about boys?" Monty asked.

"Well first thanks for all coming so quickly," James said as he pushed a shaky hand through his messy curls. Regulus went to stand beside him, placing a grounding arm around his waist. James responded by easily sinking into him and wrapping his arm around Regulus' shoulder. "Go ahead and open that mum," James said.

"We have a bit of news," Regulus explained as Effie pulled the box top off. She slowly pulled the little shoes out of the box, and immediately locked eyes with both of them. "Am I going to have a grandbaby?" She said, and when James and Regulus nodded, the others caught on and soon everyone was crying happy tears and laughing and hugging them in a big circle.

[maskedruler]

OK SO. one of the reasons why my activity on mamo's blog is very fragile is because when i made this account in particular back in 2020, it still used the old post layouts. which means that my tagging system got messed up when the editor eventually changed. i don't have a list of his old tags anymore and the very thought of going through every post to find them and replace them with new ones just felt really.... not funny. moreover, i have a ton of old drafts that have piled up over the years, and since i'm a thread/ask hoarder i refuse to part ways with them until i actually reply to them.

but i realize that some old stuff is still keeping me from moving on and start new things, so i'm going to delete some old drafts i have and empty out my inbox. i will keep some of them because they are that important to me. and then i will go through the chore of changing my tagging system because i need a new one that isn't as all over the place.

then, i'm going to go through mamo's bio and verses and see if i wanna change anything in there (it's all so old at this point, cries) + write summaries for new verses i have in mind.

there's probably other stuff i wanna get done as well, but i'll cross that bridge when i get there. but until then, i'll slowly be working on stuff in the background while i attempt interactions. i'll try to send out prompts to people if i see them come across my dash, and if anyone would like to plot my dms are always open, and if anyone would like to fill mamo's inbox with asks then that is always open too!~

[freneticfloetry]

fic rec friday(ish)

Well, it’s Saturday. But have some recs!

This week’s theme: Rec a “gateway” fic - a fic that you read and it was so good it lead you to read multiple works by the same writer.

The rules: Tag a fic and explain why it was a gateway fic / what you liked about it. Then tag some people to see what everyone else is reading. Spread the love! Lola will do the round up on Sunday again, so if you’re still recc-ing on Saturday, no pressure. Please tag @welcometololaland or #ficrecfriday so she can compile the masterlist!

(A couple things, just in general: first, I am still very new to reading in this fandom, so I’m still standing in many of these gateways. Second, I am a kudos-and-comment reader, so if you don’t see my name in your serotonin section, please assume that I haven’t yet read your fic / update (but will soon, because I am slowly but surely consuming all the things).)

Thanks to @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, and my beloved @ambiguouspenny for the tags!

to which there is no reply by stormss (@reyesstrand)

We've been blessed with so many post-finale/honeymoon takes, but this is one of the two that haunts me. It's quiet and moody and beautifully introspective, as Carlos comes to grips with the end of escapism and reality starts creeping in again. There's this distinct sense of before and after, especially as he reflects on the things he would've brought back to the real world with him, if his life still made sense, and there's so much insight here, in the objects he chooses for his parents, in the way he thinks of his father, in the way he sees TK. And I felt so at home reading this, not just because it's such a well-drawn story (though it is), but because of the way, every few paragraphs, there'd be a line phrased precisely the way I would have, and I'd get the strangest sense I was reading the best work I'd ever done that I'd somehow forgotten I'd written. I can't wait to read everything Maddie's done, including the handful of fics in another fandom we share.

living at the centre of a wound still fresh by LolaLand (@welcometololaland)

And here's the other! I am utterly infatuated with this fic — the way it's written, the way it's paced, and the way Lola lets Carlos plain not be okay. It's such a starkly beautiful story about grief and the way it ebbs and flows like the tide, the way it can pull you under or see you safely back to shore and you never know which wave you're riding. Lovelier still, somehow, is her TK, and all the things he does to help Carlos stay afloat. This one is still in progress (and I have a date this weekend with the last couple chapters), but it's the reason why Lola's Seven Ways (Back to You) series is next up on my Marked for Later list.

Fire Island by @carlos-in-glasses

I was remiss in not reccing this last week, for the "fics that start with the first letter of your username" theme — it certainly deserved a spot. This was not only the first fic I read of theirs, it's one of the first fics I read in the fandom. And it's such a rich, bittersweet story, one of those quietly beautiful pieces that lovingly punches you in the gut. The OCs are so well-realized, and the boys' love is so warm and lived-in that it feels like a lifeline, like a thread of hope to hold on to as we hear these tragically beautiful stories of boys past. This is the whole reason I got so excited for the swimfic, which is posting now.

You Keep Coming Back With A Bird In Your Teeth by vaguenotion

I can't even. I got so wrapped up in reading this that I started work two hours late. Writing a rec for this apparently isn't going to be any better than my feeble attempt at feedback, so I'll just say this: the prose is gorgeous, the character voices are unreal (fueled by a truly next-level TK POV), and it surprises me with every word. It's not even finished and it's already one of my very favorite things in this fandom, and everyone should read it. It's the author's first Tarlos fic, but they've got a fan in me for life.

I’m late, so I’m pretty sure everyone’s been tagged. But just in case, @hoko-onchi-writes, you’re up!

[miraiq]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

repost, do not reblog this

NAME: Prince/Jehr/PJ. PJ is just a combo of the two alias' first letters. Jehr was my original when I first started out using aliases ever, which was created for me by my best friend at the time. I slowly tried to make a new alias for other muses I wanted to write without having them be associated with me-- for some reason? Wanted to hide or start fresh or something I guess? Same friend also made me take a HomeStuck quiz to get my... uh... vibe? I don't recall what it was, but the answer was Prince of the Light and I used that as my personal url for years, so I actually took the newer alias from that.

PRONOUNS: He/Him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord is the fastest way to get responses from me, simply because the app is always logged in on my phone and pc, while tumblr is only logged in to my personal tumblr via my phone. Any mutuals that would like to add me on Discord: princem0n

NAME OF MUSE(s): For my sanity, google doc for full list. Otherwise, main/actively in use muses: Severa/Selena(FE), Caelus(HSR), Serval(HSR), Kyo(Fruits Basket)

BEST EXPERIENCE: To be perfectly honest shit-posting/memes are always a welcome relief and the best way to destress. I recall previously that myself and group of fellow hooligans would constantly make photoshop edits of stupid things that would go around on the dash. Example(s) of something(s) I made during that time:

But I also really enjoyed being able to deep dive into characters relations and how they worked against or with each other. Especially when it came to characters who didn't have their entire story brought to the forefront, like most videogame characters. You don't get to see the behind the scenes stuff with them, most the time, so it's fun to see how they could have gone about or reacted to different situations/after the fact/how it affected them.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: Lack of communication. Sometimes I forget things, so I'll typically come ask for an answer or reconfirming that I didn't miss something or misinterpret anything. If there is an issue, I am begging, please just approach me. I often will do this if I have a problem, all I ask is the same in return. I can't stand constantly being left on read, especially when trying to discuss stuff plot related. We can't be on the same page if we don't have conversations going BOTH WAYS.

Other than that I'm pretty relaxed. I, as a slow writer, won't hound people practically ever for responses. We're adults, life happens, things come up, muses hide or aren't as strong as others. As long as you aren't actively ignoring me/our threads, there's no problem. If I don't see you posting at all then I know you just need a breather and that is A-OKAY. This is a hobby for fun. Why be fussy and cause problems due to impatience? I guess that is another pet peeve- impatience- lmao.

MUSE PREFERENCES: Bottoms. I notice myself writing of lot of "tsundere" types? Or redheads. I just love them. Misunderstood but fight against the world because they don't want anyone to know that they're broken.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Both. Both is good. Everything in balance. I used to meme a lot, and I've definitely toned it down. But I don't know, sometimes getting too serious or having too many think-hard-about threads can be tiring, and lil shitposting is a good breather to be able to let you get back on with it.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Both are nice. I tend to overwrite, simply because my style will typically go into my muse's thought process(es), or if the thread is still being established, I try to set the scene or give background information. But, short replies are nice. Gives you a small thing to work on and take a rest between lengthier threads. That's also why I like random inbox prompts. Not all of them have to go anywhere- just gives you a space to do something else aside from your drafts.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I am absolutely not a morning person. Night owl to the max. You will see me up still at 3am more often than not. I typically wake up around 10am-1pm, so I'm usually writing right around dinner.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): In some aspects, sure. Not entirely like one-for-one with any muse, but there's always at least a piece of myself in each muses. Helps write them better, in my opinion. Only exceptions typically being any "self-insert" like characters. (ie. Robin/Avatar from Fire Emblem: Awakening). Most of those characters still have a base personality to them though, so unless you completely customize them, they're still pretty "how do YOU respond" choices change how they are.

Tagged by: Stealing dis from Rath Tagging: Yo who wants to let me know their lore?

[brucieboy297]

Good news everyone!

I'm back! Well sort of.

I know I said I'd be back after my honeymoon but sadly we were hit (and still are) by immigration so thst took up a lot of my mind and time and worry.

But we are coming to the end and I want to get back on here. So I'll be slowly coming back on here. But I am not feeling Bruce a lot right now so I might go slow with him.

If I have a thread you want me to reply too, ease send me a link or if you wanna start a new one. We can do that too.

I will be more active on my other blogs if you need me.

[cbindievrs]

| sorry folks, I know I've been M.I.A. Got a new job, had to make 3 travels between those times... But now I think I can slowly get back to here. BUT I'm not really on the mood with my old threads. I'll clean my drafts, but If you are really waiting for a reply from me, please say and give me the link that I'll do my best to reply. I'll start new threads by now, then <3

[webbedphantom]

I'm going to start slowly getting to replies over the next while. Mostly focusing on more recent stuff, but there's several threads I wanna continue that have been waiting far too long.

With that said though, I've had a ton of muse for that "Personas in Post-Game" Verse I made a while back, the one where every Persona user can use their powers IRL like Aaron can, and while I do have a permanent starter call with the option for that verse, as well as all my others...

Would anyone be interested in doing something there?

I dunno, I just really like the idea of him getting to work alongside his friends, and this verse makes that significantly easier. At least for me, anyway. Structuring a thread around Mementos or a Palace is always really complicated, because you have to answer why they're there, and why no one else is, and then nine times out of ten, all that work is just so you can hang out in the creepy subway tunnels for the entire thread, which is one of the least interesting places to stage a fight scene, since they're extremely open and empty, and there's not even trains to worry about.

Anyways, if anyone's interested in that, let me know. And I'll leave the specifics of the verse down below the thing for anyone who doesn't want to go digging through my carrd to find it.

Greater Together

In this world, the death of Yaldabaoth doesn't fully separate the real world from the Metaverse, meaning that every Persona user can now use their abilities outside of it. At first, they assumed it to be the result of Actualization, but even after the Gentle Madman's defeat, the worlds remained merged, and no one's entirely sure why.

Unfortunately, this merger means a lot more than just Personas in the real world. Shadows have begun to crossover and wreak havoc, being completely invisible to anyone who isn't at least connected to a Persona user. (So anyone who has a social link with one, and obviously any Persona user themselves. But it works via a change in cognition, similar to Morgana’s voice, so they'd need to be made aware of it beforehand)

On top of that, there are several people who want to take advantage of the Metaverse, which is now easier than ever to do. There are even tears in reality (that are also invisible like the Shadows) where one could just slip into Mementos or a palace without the need of an app.

This of course means that the former Phantom Thieves have their hands full. There's new threats around every corner, from Shadows, to Villains, to sudden awakenings. If they want to keep this new world order from falling apart, they're going to have to rise to the challenge, and potentially even work with other Persona users, both old and new.

[c0mplex-heroes]

// Hello, hello! Sorry it's been quiet, I got super burnt out from the last two weeks. I'm slowly hoping to get back into hobbies. Icons are fully updated now so planning to jump on replies this weekend. Also posted a bunch of new starter calls so if you fancy new threads or want to start interacting if we already haven't, check them out and I'll jump in your inbox. //

[izzysarchivedblogs]

does 'clear inbox and drafts' mean you deleted asks and threads ? just want to know if we should send you new asks to replace others we've sent before to interact . sorry for the stupid question .

never a dumb question, i am sorry i was not clearier; i had made a post earlier in the week that i would be refreshing/clearing old stuff. i've got a headache right now, so thinking capacities low right now.

PLEASE SEND NEW STUFF TO REPLACE STUFF OR IF YOU JUST WANT THINGS !! Especially if you knew you were waiting on somehing, I'm slowly getting out of a funk I was in and not getting any work, so i'm back to writing a lot, and sometimes its help to start fresh; and getting back into my writing routine which i've been out of for a bit.

this is not a dumb/stupid question at all, so truly do not need to apologize, no worries.

and i am trying to hopefully be around better and write with more people, cause i do wanna write with a lot of people, and sharee in that love of creation with others and make our muses have funs going on between each other.

thank you for asking for clarification <3

i am inviting everyone to leave me some inbox things and i'll be focused up on plotting and writing with more people; and sharing my aus and ideas for things and maybe some shipping over the next few days as i get back into my hobby routine too and get into queueing things as a routine <3

oh and if you have stuff for me, hold onto that. i typically only "clear" my end; and will take/keep anything freshly replied or started.

really i just cleared September stuff.

[thekingsparty]