#I'm pretty whatever about matching post-length

[riki-riks-chick]

Milk (Remastered) ┃Y.JW

sub!jungwon x dom!reader

yn punishing jungwon for touching himself without permission

cw: handjobs, orgasm denial/delay, edging, kissing, mommy kink, yn calling jw "kitten", cum eating, crying, dacryphillia, overstimming, cock rings, silk ties, prior consent, blow job.

wdct: 1.5k

this request but revamped bc i hate the original. It has 3x the word count so hopefully its much better and has more feeling. 🥰

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Third Person POV~

It's been a relatively long day, you just got off of work, and now you're stepping into your apartment, but something is off. Usually Jungwon will come greet you the second he hears the door unlock, but you just assume that he's off somewhere sleeping or just watching random videos on his phone.

You take off your heels, your blazer following as you lay it over the back of the couch. As you make your way towards your bedroom, you start to hear small noises, moans, quiet groans, and wet little squelching sounds.

It immediately clicks why Jungwon didn't greet you at the door. You walk in, immediately catching Jungwon's eyes which are now slightly wide.

You have a specific rule about him touching himself. It's prohibited unless he has permission. Right now, he clearly doesn't, so you let out a chuckle, unbuttoning the top few buttons of your shirt as you roll your sleeves up.

"Having fun, baby?.." You ask, cocking your head to the side as you glance at Jungwon. He lets out a needy moan, and you can tell that you interrupted right when he was about to cum.

"You just couldn't wait for mommy to get home, could you baby?" You smile, climbing on the bed as you straddle his lap, taking his length into your hand as he winces. His mind is racing a mile a minute. The adrenaline from being caught, you sitting so prettily on top of him, and your hand wrapped around his cock.

The feeling is deafening. And he's all for it. "I missed you so much, mommy..." He whines, moaning when you fist around his tip before pulling your hand away.

"I missed you too, kitten... It's a shame I have to punish you though.." His eyes widen at your words, head shaking instantly. "Please... I won't do it again..."

"Shh... I know you won't.. Punishments teach you to know better.." You smile, getting off the bed as you walk into your closet, rummaging through a drawer to pull out some baby blue silk ties and a matching cock ring.

You then walked back to the bed, making him lay down as you put the cock ring on him, watching him squirm. You tie his wrists to the bed post with the silk ties, smiling as you take a moment to take in his appearance.

You then straddle his thighs, using the lube he had beside him as you stroke his length, watching his face twist with pleasure.

You loved seeing him like this. All tied up in front of you, moaning cutely. It makes you feel good simply just watching him writhe.

The more you stroke him, the more sounds he releases and its music to your ears. You place your hand on his throat, tilting his head back as you lean down to kiss him, swallowing every sweet sound he releases as you rub your thumb over his tip.

He tries to buck his hips up against yours,but you sitting on top of him is making it harder to move. "Stop moving..." You command, stroking him faster as you lean down to kiss his neck, sucking bruises into his pretty skin. "I'm gonna cum..." He whimpers, pulling against the silk ties as you pull your hand off of his length, denying him of the pleasure. He whines as you stop touching him, biting his lip to supress the moan. "Mommy.. Please.. I'll do whatever you say.. Just let me cum.." He begs, squirming beneath you as you smile, moving off his lap and kneeling between his legs instead.

You take his length into your hand again, kissing his blush colored cockhead before licking it a few times. The second you wrap your lips around his cockhead, he's seeing stars. The way you swirl your tongue around him is incredible, and he can feel his stomach turn. "Please... fuck." He wants to tug on your hair and force his cock down your throat, he wants to touch you, but he can't. And it's killing him. You pull off again, already able to tell that he's close by the way he's moaning. And he cries out, his body jolting.

"M-Mommy please... I've been so good.. Let me cum.." He's begging and he's desperate. You've probably been here for only fifteen minutes now, and Jungwon's already reached his limit, squirming and begging beneath you. It doesn't take much edging to drive him insane.

"Oh, but kitten we're just getting started." You laughed seductively, making Jungwon shiver. You trail the coffin shaped length of your nail down his length, running over the baby blue cock ring that's still sitting prettily against his rosy flesh.

You're still fully clothed, pantsuit now slightly wrinkled from the position you're sitting in. When you found Jungwon like this, you only thought to punish him for the fun. And now he's begging to cum, and you aren't planning on letting him any time soon.

You wrapped your hand around his length yet again, stroking him with a slightly fast pace, the melodic sounds of your silver bracelets clinking echoing with every swift flick of your wrist.

He squirmed beneath you, wanting to move his legs but being unable to with your weight on top of him. "Y/n, shit.." He lets out a guttural moan, straining against the silk ties. His cock is dripping with his precum, and the rosy red color of his tip heavily reflects his need to cum.

Everytime he gets even remotely close, you stop, and it's unbearable. "Mommy... Please.. I wanna cum.." He's near tears and it turns you on even more. The way he's pulling against the silk ties, the way his cock is twitching against the air, and the way his hair falls into his eyes. It's all so hot.

"Jungwon... Baby, your begging is useless.. Bad boys get punished don't they?.." He nods at your question, though he's still sniffling. It's clear he's in shambles.

You continue tugging at his aching erection and he moans loud, writhing beneath you. "Mmm.. fuck.." He whines, bucking his hips into your hand as you pull away yet again, ripping him from yet another orgasm.

He cries this time, fat streams of tears rolling down his cheeks as he sobs, his cock twitching pitifully. "P-Please... I can't t-take it anymore.. It h-hurts.. Let me c-cum, please.." He's now pleading and your heart is hurting watching him cry.

"Oh, my precious kitten... You're so pitiful, baby.." You smile, leaning down to kiss him as he kisses back eagerly, whimpering against your lips.

"You wanna cum that bad? Hm?" You ask as he nods. "Yes, please mommy.. Wanna cum so bad."

You smile at his earnest, wiping his tears as you take his length into your hold once more, fisting his tip as you rub it mercilessly, watching him buck against you.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum..." He sobs, moaning loudly as you stroke him faster, watching his load shoot from his blushed tip, landing either on your hand or his abdomen. "Good boy.. So much cum, kitten..."

You pull your hand away, dragging your fingers through his cum before sliding them into your mouth, sucking them clean. Jungwon whimpers at the sight.

"Y/n..." His voice is hoarse as he tugs on the silk ties, his eyes glowing with a plead for you to untie him. You comply, undoing the ties as you kiss his wrists, rubbing them softly. "Were they too tight?" You ask as he shakes his head.

In seconds he's pulling you closer, kissing you as he moans, tugging lightly on your hair. You pull back after a few seconds, smiling at him as you kiss his forehead. "I love you so much.."

He smiles weakly at your words, his hands dropping to your sides as he squeezed your waist gently. "I love you too.."

He kisses you again, and you can feel the love in his kiss, the passion. Every second spent with Jungwon is purely intimate and you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Let's get you cleaned up.."

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I hope this is way better 💚 i took breaks and worked on it all day.

[utilitycaster]

Whenever people are like "well LIAM'S characters never faced any backlash when HE played characters in the spotlight" and "no one will let WOMEN have negative qualities" when Caleb and Vax and Orym have received pretty constant hate for main character/sadboy/scene stealing and when meta writers outright stopped talking about Imogen because a particularly mindless set of hit dogs are still hollering about how she is so good and kind and how dare you call her selfish, it's really like...in the service of trying to make your failure of a point you've just said something that literally anyone with a memory lasting longer than the apocryphal goldfish length can immediately debunk, which in turn absolutely shreds your credibility going forward, if you had it.

More generally there's something very vile here, because on the surface this statement does look like an attempt, if one ignorant of pretty much any fandom conversation, to defend women. The thing is it's come from a place of defending Dorian and Ashton's plan - a man, and a nb person who would not identify as a woman - that requires a particularly great deal of sacrifice from the women of the party. So of course they just switch tactics. Instead of "how dare the fandom not think women are always best" it's "how dare the fandom disrespect a disabled nb person and a person played by an indigenous actor." And I'm sure they'll switch again. Because pretty much every character in this campaign is on some axis of oppression, and there's a few people in this fandom who, instead of considering these things as important details that inform these characters, seem to largely treat their minority statuses as ammunition. Feminism and antiracism and queer advocacy are all just part of a shell game to them - accuse everyone who disagrees with them of being a bigot, say that their opinions are inviolate because they match that of literally any character who isn't a cis het white man, of which Bells Hells has none. Unsurprisingly, it's that social media purity culture that's just the evangelical church with a gay hat: they are always the victim, and everyone who disagrees is the devil, and being a good person always happens to line up with what you already wanted.

There are several posts from the past day or so accusing people of liking Campaign 3 less than the two previous ones which refused to accept that this might be due to the hurry-up-and-receive-an-infodump pacing, the singular focus without much time spent on backstory, the gaps in party composition, and the fact that the plot manages to combine the weakest elements of each campaign - the fetch quest/NPC guidance heavy nature of C1, and the meandering/slow start of C2. No, it must be the awful, sinful fandom unable to handle the lack of a major M/M ship (false; Dorian and Orym aren't canon, but neither were Vax and Gilmore, and the latter was sunk far sooner) and the fact that a female character is at the center of the story (see above re: how hostile the same people making these accusations have been to anyone who actually wants to discuss Imogen in a way that doesn't fit their specifications). Just to repeat this: many fans have outlined a number of purely narrative and structural reasons why C3 isn't working for them. These people have assumed this is all a lie, because assuming otherwise that would require either addressing these critiques, which in turn would require admitting other people can have valid opinions that oppose their own without being horrible bigots - in favor of throwing out whatever random accusations they think might stick. It doesn't matter what's actually being said; they're not actually listening, and for all they might talk about fans of color they sure all seem to be white; for all they talk about misogyny and queerphobia they sure won't hesitate to immediately assume the worst of queer people and women who say things they don't like. And rarely do they address any of the actual ongoing bigotry that does exist in the fandom; it's all random accusations because you agreed with the white woman instead of the brown man or vice versa; or it's the constant dredging of years past discourse that, as the first paragraph indicates, they will then ignore whenever convenient.

These are all pretty transparent signs of a bad faith actor spreading misinformation. To be clear I don't think this is any kind of conspiracy or has any organization to it. I think it's a just handful of deeply self-absorbed people who either refuse or literally cannot comprehend that someone could disagree with them without being a bad person and who will gleefully cry wolf with these accusations of bigotry. But it's been going on for quite some time and it's been a problem this campaign in a way I at least do not recall it in past ones, and it's had an absolutely devastating effect on the fandom conversation. Ironically, by trying to boost Imogen and Campaign 3 by shutting down any criticism of them, they've shut down far more of the conversation, hopefully not irreversibly, and I think it's time to point that out.

[strangerthingsfemslash]

Stranger Things Femslash offerings on for this year’s Fandom Trumps Hate auction

@fandomtrumpshate is an annual fundraiser in which fan authors and artists auction off custom fanworks as gifts for people who donate to organizations on the Fandom Trumps Hate list. The bidding period will begin on 2/25, and there are some great Stranger Things Femslash offerings this year! Many of these creators are offering non-femslash options and other fandoms as well, but due to the scope of this blog, I am specifically listing the Stranger Things femslash offerings available. To see the full auction page, follow the link associate with their post:

galwithalibrarycard is offering Beta Reading for Stranger Things F/F fics with a maximum rating of Explicit, a minimum bid of $5, with a length of 10k-20k words.

Characters/pairings of interest: For Stranger Things, any ships with Nancy, Robin, Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Barb, etc. Other notes: I will copyedit and provide character and plot notes. You can send me your whole fic at once or send it chapter by chapter. You can reach out to me to clarify/ask questions about my notes and suggestions too. You can find the full details here, check the bidding spreadsheet for the current high bid here, and fill out the bidding form here.

ArtaxLivs is offering fanfiction of Chrissy/Robin with a maximum rating of Explicit, a minimum bid of $5, with a length of 5k-10k words.

Subjects/theme/tropes of interest: I love a good soulmate trope but I'm pretty open to most themes and tropes. Ask! Other notes: Please feel free to email me with questions! I wrote a pairing that I didn't offer last year and a trio I hadn't mentioned. The bidders emailed and I hadn't thought of those but I was game and we had fun! You can find the full details here, check the bidding spreadsheet for the current high bid here, and fill out the bidding form here.

Koko is offering fanfiction of Chrissy/Robin and/or Carol/Barb, with a maximum rating of Explicit, a minimum bid of $5, with a length of 10k-20k words.

Subjects/theme/tropes of interest: Especially Interested In: hurt/comfort, different first meetings, shared trauma, and misunderstandings, but I'm willing to give anything not on my No's list a shot! Other notes: Notes: I'm willing to work with whatever you're comfortable with! If you want to throw a few tropes and a pairing at me, I can work perfectly well with that, but if there's something extremely specific you'd like to see, hit me with it! You can find the full details here, check the bidding spreadsheet for the current high bid here, and fill out the bidding form here.

MelancholyMorningstar is offering podfic for Max/Eleven/Lucas, Max/Eleven, Robin/Nancy, and/or Robin/Chrissy, with a maximum rating of Teen, a minimum bid of $15, with a length of 5-10k words.

Subjects/theme/tropes of interest: I would love to make you some podfic featuring crack, fluff, character study about gender and/or sexuality, outsiders POV, asexual themes, found family, fix-it, characters playing Dungeons and Dragons, queerplatonic relationships and/or banter/flirting! I am on a one woman adventure trying to get more femslash podfic made, so feel free to help me on my quest or drag me away from it for a good cause. I'm open to suggestions, as long as they don't stumble over my DNWs. Other notes: I intend to create one podfic with a cover art, but with no soundscaping or music. Ideally you would pick 3 fanfics between 0-10k words length (with permission statememts), and I would decide which one I'm most excited to make a podfic for. Then you would describe the tone you imagine the podfic to be (humerous, serious, slow, silly, etc) and I would record it attempting to match that tone (to the best of my abilities). I'm not offering directorial input in my podfic creation aside from initial discussions about what you liked about the fic. You would tell me the fics you want, I would pick one and then tell you which I picked, and then I would gift you a complete podfic! You can find the full details here, check the bidding spreadsheet for the current high bid here, and fill out the bidding form here.

DystopianRebel is offering fanfiction of Nancy/Robin, with a maximum rating of Explicit, a minimum bid of $5, with a length of 10k-20k words.

Subjects/theme/tropes of interest (complete list on full post): Angst with a Happy Ending Family Drama Found Family Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies (at least, nobody important! ) Fluff / Tooth-Rotting Fluff Crack / Crack Treated Seriously Angst and Drama and Romance Falling in Love Meet Cute | Good First Impression or Meet Ugly | Bad First Impression Meet The Parents Season 2 or 3 Canon Divergence AUs insert chracter Has Powers AUs Time Travel & Time Travel Fix-its Soulmates AUs BAMF Nancy Wheeler Protective Nancy Wheeler Other notes: I like to think I’m pretty easy going with fics, so as long as they’re falling in line with what I absolutely will not do then I’m willing to do my best to try living up to what they’ve envisioned for their gifted fanfiction. Even if it happens to centre around a ship I’ve never really delved into before and wouldn’t necessarily be interested in on my own. The more detailed prompts the better, if you have something specific in mind. You can find the full details here, check the bidding spreadsheet for the current high bid here, and fill out the bidding form here.

Glorious_Spoon is offering fanfiction of Nancy/Robin, with a maximum rating of Explicit, a minimum bid of $5, with a length of 5k-10k words.

Subjects/theme/tropes of interest: I enjoy writing hurt/comfort, action/adventure, character studies, interesting AUs (space? fantasy? zombie apocalypse? sign me up!), smut, angst, horror, feelings/sexuality realizations, friends to lovers, ambiguously romantic intimacy, platonic cuddling and intimacy. I have a great fondness for classic fic tropes like sex pollen/accidentally psychic/accidental marriage/fuck-or-die/time loops. I like exploring how characters handle canonical trauma. I'm willing to write basically any tropes I've written for in the past, and I'm happy to work with my bidder for something different if they like. Other notes: I'm generally fine with whatever level of detail you want to give for a prompt, and I'm happy to work with my bidder to make sure I'm making something they'll like. You can find the full details here, check the bidding spreadsheet for the current high bid here, and fill out the bidding form here.

yarrow geddyqueer-prufrocks is offering fanfiction of Robin/Chrissy and/or Max/Eleven, with a maximum rating of Explicit, a minimum bid of $5, and a length of 5k-10k words.

Subjects/theme/tropes of interest: I like to write weird things! If you have any doubts about your prompts or requests, feel free to message me on tumblr before you bid. Other notes: Specific prompts are great, but I appreciate having the freedom to interpret your prompt a little. I'm happy to keep a dialog going on tumblr or via email. For the best example of what I write, take a gander through my AO3 pseuds (music RPF is on the j_alfreds pseud, everything else is on prufrocks). If you'd like a specific AU or setting, feel free to message me about it before you bid. You can find the full details here, check the bidding spreadsheet for the current high bid here, and fill out the bidding form here.

ReformedTsunderePodfics is offering a podfic of Robin/Chrissy, with a maximum rating of Explicit, a minimum bid of $5, and a length of up to 5k words, or more with higher bids.

Subjects/theme/tropes of interest: Alternate Universe [Assume any/all AUs are loved and desired], Pining/Mutual Pining, One-Sided Enemies to Lovers, Happy Endings, Co-Dependency/Obsessive Character, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Developing Relationship/Getting Together Other notes: If you are requesting a podfic for a fic you are unable to secure permission for your requested fic (provided it is approved) can still be podded, however it will not/cannot be publicly posted, and not securing permissions means you agree to not publicly sharing this podfic. Your allotted word count does not need to be all-in-one, you are free to spread it out across multiple fics so long as they do not total more than your winning bid amount. All podfics will be sent to you (the auction winner) for first listen/approval and minimal changes to pacing or dialogue are accepted. I will work with you to ensure that this podfic is what you imagined the story to sound like. Minimal sound effects/or an introduction song can be discussed for inclusion but no major sound scaping will be offered. You can find the full details here, check the bidding spreadsheet for the current high bid here, and fill out the bidding form here.

Neuronary is offering fanfiction of Robin/Chrissy, with a maximum rating of Mature, a minimum bid of $5, and a length of 5k-10k words.

Subjects/theme/tropes of interest: Stranger Things - Key Themes and Subjects: The Existential Horror of Living in Hawkins, Indiana; Domestic Violence; Unrealistic Beauty Standards With Regards To Chrissy Cunningham. General Key Themes: Queer Friendships; Found Family; Sexism/Misogyny; Exploring Oppression Through Fictional Characters/Worlds; Outsider POV. Other notes: I can write gore and/or whump BUT I have to be in a healthy enough mindset for it, so if you're dead set on that I would recommend seeking out someone else because I can't guarantee I'll be able to do it.. If whump/gore is an optional bonus for you, get in touch and I'll see what I can do. You can find the full details here, check the bidding spreadsheet for the current high bid here, and fill out the bidding form here.

monstrous-femme is offering fanfiction of any ST femslash pairing, with a maximum rating of Explicit, a minimum bid of $15, and a length of 5k words (or more with higher bids)

Subjects/theme/tropes of interest: Vegas AU and fake or secret dating have always been faves of mine, but in general I'm interested in any tropes that let me play with the characters in interesting ways. I wrote the Riot Grrl ronance AU and loved writing it. (I've written many more tropes and encourage you to check out my ao3 for specifics!) I am also poly irl and happy to write poly fics that go beyond just fluff and smut and into the actual complex emotions of polyamory. Other notes: I have 1-5k listed for wordcount, but will go up to 5-10k if the bidding reaches $35, 10-15k if the bidding reaches $50, and up to 20k for bids above $100. You can find the full details here, check the bidding spreadsheet for the current high bid here, and fill out the bidding form here.

bri is offering fanfiction of Robin/Nancy and/or Robin/Chrissy, with a maximum rating of Explicit, a minimum bid of $5, and a length of 5k-10k words

Subjects/theme/tropes of interest: Particular themes/tropes are found family, slow burn, soulmates, hurt/comfort, supernatural/fantasy elements, and angst with a happy ending, but I'm happy to write anything that isn't on my nos! I enjoy both lighter and darker themes and am happy to explore both. Other notes: I'm comfortable with both highly specific prompts and more general prompts! I'm also happy to write a fic with multiple pairings, or one pairing with side pairings. I don't always work from an outline and will generally take a prompt and run with it, with check ins around how the fic is forming, what scenes are planned, and if specific characters/side pairings/themes are working okay. You can find the full details here, check the bidding spreadsheet for the current high bid here, and fill out the bidding form here.

[wutheringmights]

🎉🎉Happy 4th Birthday to my one and only fanfiction! 🎉🎉

(You can tell how excited I am by the outdated graphic I'm using lol)

Jokes aside, it's been another year Warriors being a complicated person. It's incredible to me that there's still so much interest and support for a project I started while deep in the throes of pandemic-era quarantine.

Without all of you, I never would have gotten so far into this story. We're going to reach the end within the next handful of chapters, which has only been possible because at every step of the way, CTB has been shown nothing but gracious support.

Even though I bitch and complain, I am forever thankful for another fantastic year. Let's round this last bit with gusto!

As always, I try to do a little something to celebrate CTB making it another year. This time around, I am a little under-prepared, but I do have a few things.

Below is a collection of notes and outlines from my journals. They're a bit hard to read (my hand writing is very messy) and I've had to censor a few spoilers, but they're interesting to look at. Right?

And later today (whenever I schedule that post to go off), there will be a pretty hefty preview from the next chapter, which will released next weekend! That's actually the exciting thing.

Once more, thank you for another wonderful year! Of course, feel free to throw whatever questions you have about the series at me today. I have a job I need to do, but I will get to as many as I can whenever I am free from the capitalistic cogs!

Thank you so much!!!

-- Frankie xoxxo

Okay, let's review a selection of old notes. Because my handwriting is absolutely atrocious, I will provide some hopefully helpful commentary explaining what you're looking at.

Exhibit a) the very first sign of CTB in any of my journals was, weirdly enough, a doodle of Spirit:

Exhibit b) the very first outline I ever made, hastily written after I finished posting the first three chapters (which had originally been one chapter) and realized that I should probably have some form of a plan going:

Exhibit c) Various notes. Highlights include Warriors's thoughts on the monarchy, an abandoned plot point where the Master Sword burned Warriors for attacking Lana, the Chain's plot to fail the test, and early plans for Twilight and Wind being captured. I'm pretty sure the doodle is of Warriors and Kat dancing.

Exhibit d) Early scheming of how the hell I was going to end the story, spoilers censored. Also featuring some brainstorming for Faovaria, Wind and Warriors's relationship, Twilight being taking hostage by Faovaria, and early government coup idea.

Exhibit e) The first detailed outline for the story. This one lasted the longest out of all my outlines. You can see where I hastily split a few later chapters into two or switching plot points around. I have no idea what I was thinking when I initially had Warriors and co meet Ganondorf AFTER dueling Lincoln.

Exhibit f) Another Spirit doodle, to match the first one. This is post-war Spirit with his scar and longer hair. I mostly drew this to get a better visual of the scar.

Exhibit g) An improved version of the outline that took into account some changes I made to the pacing.

Exhibit h) The first time I mentioned Nephus by name in the notes. You can see I was really kicking around the idea of Twilight's rescue being resolved by Lana taking his place as choice captive.

Exhibit i) Another version of the outline, once more fixing the order and length of things for pacing reasons. The censored bits are for plot points that have not happened yet, and I'm amazed that I at any point thought they would happen that early in the story. The post-it note is another hasty pacing revision.

Exhibit j) During my hiatus after Spirit returned, I took a lot of time thinking through the last half of the story. During a long layover at an airport, I sat down and wrote out a summary of each act. Here you can see that I had planned for a plot line where Warriors would try to work with the Sheikah with plans to double cross them.

Exhibit k) Another outline revision. You can see here the beginning of last year's realization that the Hyrule Castle arc was going to take a lot more space and time than I had initially planned. The outline has since been revised again, which I won't share due to the amount I would need to censor.

And there we go! Believe it or not, but this is truly the most coherent sections of my notes. A lot of my brainstorming is unreadable, even to me. I hope you found this interesting!

[serstolas]

Thursday Bangers

I was tagged by the dear @thedissonantverses

Ignore the fact it's Friday/Saturday

Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).

This weeks lyrics

A hundred days have made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face - Three Doors Down

No matter that Treviso was now home, he was still a Warden, and when the Wardens called, he answered. Lucanis had stoically accepted it. As First Talon of the Antivan Crows, he understood duty better than most.

Spite, the other hand, had been rather upset about Rook's necessary departure.

But they needed to see if anything from Weisshaupt could be recovered, and it would be long work. This is the longest they'd been apart since finding each other, and it weighed heavily on all three.

Corbin and Lucanis exchanged letters as frequently as they could. The letters Rook received were often written by two different hands, Lucanis's careful cursive, and Spite's spidery script.

Lucanis and Spite counted the days, waiting for word on when their Rook would return home. It had been over three months now, a full season, and they were both getting restless. They needed Corbin, they needed their soulmate.

Lucanis skimmed through the latest contract on his desk, cursing the paperwork that being the First Talon came with. Spite paced the length of the room, currently in the shape of a cat, matching the mangy Tortiseshell and the black cats Rook had brought home one night from the streets of Treviso.

The Crow rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache building from lack of sleep and staring at contracts all day.

The door to his office was suddenly swung open and Lucanis looked up, annoyed. "Illario, I told y-"

His cousin was not the man standing in his office doorway. The papers fluttered to the floor as Lucanis launched himself over his desk and flung himself into Corbin's arms. Spite's cat form vanished and Lucanis felt the demon shift within him as Spite's wings erupted from his back.

"You're here," Lucanis breathed against Corbin's neck as the Warden wrapped the Crow tightly in his arms.

"Rook. Rook. Rook. Our Rook is Back," Spite chanted.

"Mon cheri," Corbin sighed into Lucanis's hair. "I've missed you both so much."

"Mi vida," Lucanis lifted his head as he and Spite kissed Corbin. "I swear I am never letting you go away from us for so long again."

Rook kissed the Crow and demon firmly, then touched one of the dark circles under Lucanis's eyes. "I've told Evka and Antoine I'll work in Minrathous, as I can get home more easily, but that I'm retiring from active Warden service otherwise unless it's a true emergency. I cannot bear to be parted from you for so long again."

Soft tag only if you want @mythals-whore @draco-illius-noctis

[suicidalslasher]

𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑉𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑙 ★ 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝐾

{Not a full-length story as I wanted it to be, but I wanted to post something as I haven't posted in a while. Hope you enjoy this blurb - I guess you could say??? - for one of my pretty babies, Kurt. <33 }

Warnings / summary. Female reader, she&her pronouns. I think that's it. Kurt being a pervert, basically. Reader is a camgirl and Kurt is obsessed with her. That's about it. Sadly, no actual smut, it's an open ending so use your imagination, lmfaoo.

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❝You are NOT driving like this!❞  (Y/N)'s friend hissed, taking the keys away from her, dropping them into her bag and throwing it over her shoulder, out of reach from (Y/N).  "I can drive. I'm fine. G'me my keys." (Y/N) gestures over to the bag but she trips and if it weren't for her friend reaching over and grabbing her arm, she would've fallen onto the ground.  "No. No way in Hell. I'm ordering you a Spree. I'll get your car home to you by the morning. You're slurring your speech and can hardly stand up on your feet." "A-ah... It’s not called slurring your words. It’s called talking in cursive and it’s fucking elegant." "Yeah, whatever, your driver should be pulling up any minute. You're going home, you've had way too much to drink." "Oh, fuck you." (Y/N) groaned, stomping her foot as she threw a temper tantrum, the same way she would have done if she were a kid and not a twenty-one-year-old adult.  "In your dreams, baby girl. I'll see you tomorrow when you're feeling better and not acting like a total idiot." (Y/N)'s friend, who still had a tight grip on her wrist, leads her outside, despite (Y/N)'s protests of wanting to stay at the bar and have fun. "You're an asshole!" (Y/N) whines, falling onto the sidewalk as tears burn her eyes. She's quick to wipe them away and instead of crying, she pouts instead. "Love you too, sweet cheeks." With this, her friend leaves, shutting the door behind her as she leaves.  Her friend's partner was the owner of the bar therefore (Y/N) couldn't get back into the venue if she even tried.

She knew her friend had locked the doors. At least, locked (Y/N) out from getting back in, anyways.   "Hello? (Y/N) (L/N)?"  came a voice. "No, sorry, she's not here."   "You seem to match the photo perfectly," the driver replied, holding his phone out, giving it a little wave before dropping the device onto his lap.  "I'm Kurt, your driver."  

"Okay, Kurt. Whatever. You caught me."(Y/N) mumbled, confused and still a bit tipsy as she got into the backseat of the car. The driver chuckled in response as he watched her buckle herself in before driving away.

She tried to focus on the streetlights passing by, their neon glow illuminating the darkness of the late-night streets.

She felt the familiar pang of regret and embarrassment at the night's events but also realized that her friend was right.

She had had too much to drink, and it was time to face the music.

Kurt, sensing the tension, didn't break the silence. He let (Y/N) sit in her thoughts for a moment before finally speaking up.

"You know, it's not the end of the world. You'll feel better tomorrow, and your friend's just looking out for you. You can't have everything your way all the time. Besides, drunk driving is dangerous, if you didn't know already." 

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze fixed on the passing cityscape. The words hung heavy in the air, the truth sinking deep into her conscience. She had always prided herself on being independent, on making her own choices without any interference.

But tonight, the consequences of her actions had caught up with her, stripping away the façade she had so meticulously built. It didn't matter that her entire week had been shit which is why she had gotten so hammered in the first place.  

The hum of the car engine provided a soothing backdrop to the whirlwind of thoughts swirling inside her head.

She couldn't deny that Kurt was right; her friend had only been trying to protect her. She was an idiot if she believed she could actually drive safely to where she lived without so much as dealing with the consequences.

"You're right," she replied softly, her voice tinted with exhaustion. "I just... It's frustrating, you know? I always seem to mess things up when I've had too much to drink."

"We all make mistakes, (Y/N). It's a natural part of learning and growing. The best decision you could have made was to accept the offer and get into the car. Not only did it save your life, but it also ensured the safety of others. You may feel foolish, but in reality, you are smarter than those who still choose to drink and drive. Remember, it's okay to have a few drinks every now and then as long as you're being responsible and, as I mentioned before, you're safe now that you're with me. You are not a threat to yourself or others." (Y/N) nodded in agreement and managed a small smile through her tears.

"Thank you... I guess I'm not as much as an idiot as I thought I was." She laughed as she wiped her eyes on the back of her sweatshirt sleeve. 

Kurt smiled back, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly. The streetlights flickered outside the car, casting intermittent shadows across his face. His mind, however, remained focused on (Y/N) and the vulnerability that clouded her eyes.

"We're almost there," Kurt said softly, his voice reassuring. "You'll be in a warm bed soon enough and can sleep the night away," he said.

Kurt's words were meant to be comforting, but they only added to the uncertainty swirling inside (Y/N). The thought of a warm bed sounded appealing, but something about Kurt's smile began to make her uneasy.

She couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped and vulnerable in this unfamiliar place. It was then that she realized.

A small, uncomfortable laugh escaped her lips as she then pointed out the obvious.

"I never gave you my address." But her attempts to brush off the situation were met with a twisted smile from Kurt that sent chills down her spine. A cold, foreboding feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

With a menacing grin, Kurt replied, "Oh yeah... I know. I'm taking you back to my place."

Her heart raced as she processed his words. His place? She couldn't even fathom what was happening.

Sitting there in utter disbelief, she felt like she was going to throw up - and this time, it had nothing to do with the alcohol she had consumed earlier.

Before she could even comprehend her surroundings, Kurt continued with a sly smirk, "You and I are going to have some fun, the kind of fun that you typically do alone." Her blood ran cold at his words.

As he looked at her through the rearview mirror, his smile only grew wider and more sinister. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks - he knew who she was.

"Because you're (Y/U/N)," he stated with satisfaction.

"I'm a huge fan." He grinned wickedly. "I figured you and I could make our own video."

"You're a disgusting, twisted pervert," (Y/N) hissed. Kurt's lips curled into a smirk as he observed her through the mirror, his eyes dark and predatory.

"Ah, ah, ah... I'm not the one using my own body to pay for rent," he replied coolly.

"If anything, you're the true pervert. All I want is one little video, and yet you act like it's such a big deal. Let's not forget that in many of your videos, you've openly admitted to having this exact fantasy. So, if anything, I'm making your dreams come true."

The words caught in (Y/N)'s throat, unable to respond. He really did watch her videos...she couldn't believe it. She sat there, stunned, her eyes wide and her mouth falling open like a fish gasping for air. Kurt chuckled at her reaction.

"Careful there, pretty," he teased, "You might catch some flies with your mouth open like that." But his tone was light and playful, not malicious. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you unless you want me to," he said with a mischievous grin. She hadn't realized it until he had pulled up to the abandoned apartment complex.

The crumbling brick and broken windows sent shivers down her spine. He turned the key off and his eyes met hers, his sinister grin still plastered on his face. Her heart raced as she waited for his next move, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" he asked.

Her breath caught in her throat as his words hung in the air, each syllable dripping with malevolence. The question lingered, a dark cloud descending upon her already trembling form.

A surge of instinctual terror surged through her veins, urging her to flee from this haunting place, from the clutches of a man so irreversibly twisted.

She fumbled for an excuse, desperately grasping at the frail threads of rationality. "No," she stammered. "I just want to go home."

His laughter was a twisted, guttural sound, devoid of any warmth or empathy. "Home?" he jeered, his eyes glinting with sadistic delight. "Oh no, sweetheart. You won't be going home just yet. You and I have a video to make." His hand snaked out and grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look at the cameras set up in his vehicle before he brought her closer to him, warm breath tickling her skin as the smirk on his face grew bigger, bolder.

"Let's put on a good show that'll make us go viral, shall we?"

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

would you ever consider translating sasara and rosho’s new duet? i’m sure it would be a real undertaking what with all the manzai, but i’ve always loved your style of localizing jokes! hope you’re having a great day!

You're very kind. Just for you, anon, I'll brave the horror of Dotsuhon lyrics translation. Under a cut for length. This post is so long Tumblr won't save all of it, so it'll have to be done in two goes.

Notes about style: No attempt to preserve rhyme or rhythm. Likewise, no attempt to match the vocal tone/line delivery/line length of the voice actors. (Ie, I'm not writing subtitles, so it might sound odd if you try to listen to the song at the same time as reading this.) The primary focus is on written tone, including wordplay, so strict adherence to literal meaning is not observed. In particular, since this is supposed to sound like a (radio?) comedy sketch, I'm trying to write it with the generally jocular tone such a performance would have in English. Some notes on jokes to follow for those curious. Sasara and Roshou: Hey, folks! Sasara: You're listening to the one and only Dotsuitare Hompo from Osaka. Roshou: Thanks for having us tonight! Sasara: We're Sasara Nurude and... Roshou: ...Roshou Tsutstujimori. Sasara: We usually have a third guy with us, our older buddy Rei Amayado, but he wasn't able to make it for some reason or another. So, you're stuck with the two of us today. Roshou: Sorry, sorry, and thanks again for having us. Sasara: Anyway, things sure are tough out there these days, huh? Roshou: You're telling me. Sasara: So I'd like to get on the mic and say a couple of jokes, cheer folks up a little bit in this whole mess. Roshou: You? You're the biggest mess there is. [1] But you're right. All anyone needs is a good, hot meal and a couple of laughs, and they're set. Sasara: Yeah! A good, hot banquet or three and a personal comedian. All a person needs in life! Roshou: A tad more expensive than I'd intended, but sure. Sasara: And then if you get a good night's sleep with a warm futon riiiight on the floor, then you're in heaven! Roshou: Wait, hold on. You'll catch a cold sleeping like that! You need a quilt or something at least. Sasara: But then what if I overheat? I'd rather quilt while I'm in bed. Roshou: ...Wait, you messed that up. It's supposed to be "quilt while I'm ah--" whatever, let's move on. [2] [Chorus] Sasara and Roshou: We'll keep our chins up and get through this bad time. And we'll set the whole city laughing until even Tsuutenkaku cracks up. [3] Sasara: Don't worry, everybody. I know things are pretty turbulent right now, but it won't last forever. And hey, at least the state of the world right now is like okonomiyaki, and we all know how much I love that! [4] Roshou: In what sense? Sasara: It keeps getting flipped upside down! [5] Roshou: Oh my god, Sasara. Well, at times like this, it never hurts to have seafood... Sasara: I see food, I eat it! Roshou: ...or anything fried... Sasara: After all this chaos, I know I'm fried. Roshou: ...not to mention smothered in sauce. Sasara: You getting saucy with me, mister? [6] But now you're talking my language! And also, the other day I sewed a--wait, did someone say soda? [7] Roshou: Yes, yes, we all know you love cream soda, but you don't need to bring it into every conversation! Sasara: OK(nomiyaki), that's fair. [8] Roshou: Same goes for okonomiyaki! Sasara: Geez, Roshou, what's your problem? Work with me here; commit to the bit. Roshou: Bit of what? [9] Sasara: The routine! That's my motto: always commit to the bit. Roshou: Well, maybe you'd finally get somewhere in life if you tried committing to the whole thing. [10] Sasara: Hey, low blow. We don't all come with your level of ginger. Roshou: No, but you know what does? Okonomiyaki! [11]

[goldeneyedgirl]

@sonyawix Alas, my exile was self-imposed until I wrote something. Even Whumptober didn't produce anything worthy of seeing (gave me some future ficlet ideas that will be fun though). I do not deserve tumblr-time when I apparently decided to just not write at all during 2024.

So I skipped ahead and started on this year's Ficmas offerings instead (now is the time to make your demands), and I always make sure I have some new Anathema for you! We have a little scene from Ch 3ish, for the second 'official' meeting of the Cullens.

Adding Demon Jasper and Feral Jasper/Mary-Alice to the upcoming list. Honestly, I was not expecting Demon Jasper to make a blip on anyone's radar, I am delighted people enjoyed that verse. And I love that My Nonsense (anything involving Mary-Alice) sparks joy for anyone.

So I offer up this part of Anathema, and hope it sparks joy. One thing I am loving about Anathema is that the first half pretty much outlined itself. We love fics that have direction and aspiration.

I always love hearing from you, Sonya, thank you for the message <3

Notes: This was an experimental scene to fix the pacing of the first meeting vs the Cullens getting involved with the Brandons. I wanted to establish that Edward and Alice will have a rapport in this fic, and to set more of the scene of how the Cullens do end up in cahoots with the rest of the Council. And to lay a lot of groundwork for Alice getting to know the Cullens as individuals.

There's a fairly robust few scenes between the first meeting and this that I'm not happy with yet. Even these parts are extremely rough. I've also been doing a lot of research into supernatural creatures and cryptids around North America to try and work on world-building a little more (some of this is a throwback to the OG draft of Afterglow which was fun). So any details that don't entirely match up have been noted and will be fixed when this gets posted on AO3.

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The second time we officially run into the Cullens is more than three weeks later. And it goes about as well as anything else in my life does as the unluckiest person to ever live.

This is one excursion that I am allowed out of the house for - other than taking Dulcie's purse to her at the salon, and riding my bike to pick up Chinese food for dinner, I have been house-bound. It's almost as if Freddie - and Sue, for that matter - are certain that if I am not under full supervision, I'll run away to the Cullen house to join them all in whatever debauchery vampires get up to all day.

Which, from Dulcie's gossip, seems to be mostly work at the hospital for Dr Cullen, and going to high school for the 'kids'. Very scandalous. But despite me pointing out that I didn't know (precisely, yet) where the Cullen house is and that sneaking around both Forks Hospital and the high school were only going to draw the attention of gossips and probably Charlie Swan in an official capacity, Freddie kept both eyes on me.

I was going a little stir-crazy - not only had I been on house arrest, we'd only had one 'client', and he'd just been placed in cold storage whilst private preparations were made. So when Charlie summoned us all to the backwoods for a meeting, I wasn't complaining. Even tramping through the mud of the woods to have a secret clandestine meeting was better than cleaning or sitting around the apartment.

But no one was expecting Charlie Swan to be standing in our clearing with three figures. Three figures that nearly had me running back to the car. Lamia. Freddie's hand clamped down on my shoulder firmly; not to be cruel, but to protect me - showing any kind of aversion to a lot of the creatures that passed through was dangerous. It provoked some of them to strike. And lamia loved young girls.

"These three were passing through," Charlie Swan said uncomfortably. "Left a mess in Port Angeles."

"Very gracious of Mister Swan to introduce us." The tallest was over six feet, with waist-length dark hair. But like all old Lamia - and there were more than you'd think, honestly - she was unnaturally thin, her skin bleached, like she'd been forgotten in the sun for too long. Her hair looked sharp and brittle, like fine wire. And as she spoke, a serpentine hiss caught on the tails of her words. The only spark of colour was the dried-blood colour of her eyes and sockets - even her lips and tongue were stained black. Her fingernails were unnaturally long and looked more like bone than anything resembling keratin.

"What kind of mess?" Harry Clearwater said flatly. He wasn't subtle; he'd brought a shotgun.

The two younger Lamia looked down, as if regretful.

"We fed." The words are simple but every adult around me visibly recoils. I'm kind of numb to it - maybe it would be more horrific if I was older.

But the way that the Lamia speaks - almost smugly, as if to intentionally upset everyone here - annoys me beyond explanation. Odds are that anyone they fed on was young enough to have a mom and dad waiting at home for them, worried. That they wouldn't even get simple news that they were gone - they'd have to wait weeks for DNA testing to confirm who this bony old bitch had torn into.

"You need to go." Everyone swings around to look at me, and I'm kind of surprised I spoke as well. My words sound polite but firm, and there's a distinct undercurrent there I barely recognize in myself. I don't think I've ever spoken that way to anyone in my life.

"Excuse me, child?" Her eyes narrow.

//

I can see it happening as if it's in slow-motion; Harry lifting the shotgun, one of the younger Lamia reaching out for him with a look that meant someone was going to die; Charlie Swan had his service weapon out and I just… stepped forward and shoved the monster backwards.

It was gross, honestly. Between their age and their powers, their clothing is essentially a second flesh-covered skin that crackles under my hands. Their actual skin is so thin that I could feel, for that split second, all their organs churning. The smell of blood was overpowering, and I just wanted her to break into a million pieces.

Except...

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"That was the most disgusting thing I have ever lived through," I half-shrieked as I made my way back to the meeting place. Sue followed with the flashlight, offering platitudes. "Why do these creatures always decide to be disgusting around me? I'm not going to be able to salvage any of those clothes."

"She could have killed you, Alice. You should have left her alone." Sue's words aren't convincing; the look on her face when I had stepped forward meant she saw imminent death was coming for both Harry and Charlie before I intervened.

"Well, she succeeded in murdering that pair of jeans," I said crankily, turning into the clearing. "…Oh."

The Cullens had shown up, and none of them looked happy.

And of course, I was now wearing a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms with bleach stains and an oversized Newtons Outfitters hoodie, with my hair scraped off my face from my impromptu water-bottle hair wash. I looked like I'd just rolled out of bed, and the Cullens looked like they'd stepped out of the pages of Vogue.

Jasper lingered just behind the bigger one - Emmett, I think I'd heard someone call him. He nodded at me when I met his gaze, and it was almost like he … relaxed somehow.

I was mostly embarrassed that I looked like this in front of him. He was wearing the softest looking black sweater I had ever seen, and immaculate jeans. My jeans were soaking in a bait bucket full of salt and vinegar, and would still be thrown in the garbage.

Just once, I wanted to look less like a grubby schoolgirl in front of him. Them. Not being swallowed up by thrift store winter coats or rejected clothing stashed in the car for incidents like this.

This absolutely wouldn't be an issue if I went to school. I'd be able to wear all the cute outfits I'd been planning in front of him - them - and look vaguely normal.

"We heard there was a meeting," Dr Cullen began. "We weren't notified."

"You weren't invited," Billy Black shot back firmly. "Your role is to keep us informed if others of your kind are in the area. The rest of our business doesn't involve you."

Freddie looked warily between the Council and the Cullens. "We gather as necessity dictates, and which parties are required," he said neutrally. "This was not a meeting that required your presence."

"Can we know what the meeting was about?" The red-headed boy stepped forward with the kind of confidence that belied his apparent age. "It would be helpful if we knew what was in the area."

Silence.

"We keep the area safe for the residents. We get a lot of things passing through," Charlie Swan said finally.

"But it would be immensely helpful if we knew exactly what we were dealing with - especially if injuries present at the hospital," Dr Cullen said earnestly.

I made a face - I remembered the absolute panic at Forks Hospital when the Nezhit had blown through a few years back. Having someone in the know dealing with the hospitalisations wouldn't be the worst idea…

…Who was I kidding, I was willing to make any argument if it meant I might be able to have a conversation with Jasper where I wasn't wearing glorified pyjamas, probably reeking of vomit. I definitely needed to stash more toiletries in the back of the car from now on.

I slunk towards a nearby boulder to take a seat, Freddie looking over to make sure I didn't stray too far. I knew there would be a lecture about my actions with the Lamia when I got home - even if I was preventing at least two gruesome murders, the rule was that I observed silently.

"Injuries are typically very low," Sue Clearwater said in a no-nonsense tone. "We manage fine."

"But didn't you just say that she was nearly harmed?" Mrs Cullen gestured at me. "Sweetheart, what happened?"

I scowled. "Lamia," I said, and Emmett Cullen let out a chuckle at the sound of loathing in my voice. "Did you know that the young ones don't so much as spit venom, but kind of projectile vomit when startled? And their venom is more along the lines of 'caustic rotting human tissue smoothie'? It was chunky."

"That is disgusting," the blonde girl said sharply.

"It was. And I was covered in it," I said, jumping when I heard a rumble coming from my left. Jasper; he looked pissed. Was he growling again?

"Why were you anywhere near them?" he asked, in that rough voice that sounded like it wasn't used very often, his eyes piercing through me.

"Easy, Jas," Emmett turned to look at his brother.

"She was going for Harry's throat," I said. "I just gave her a shove."

"You shoved a Lamia?" Dr Cullen looked at me with bewilderment.

"I'm not allowed to carry a weapon," I replied. Both Dr and Mrs Cullen looked taken aback.

"We need to be present at these meetings," Jasper said abruptly. "For protection."

"Protection?" Harry Clearwater sneered. "From you?"

"We'd be happy to help," Mrs Cullen tried again, and the blonde girl scoffed.

"We're faster and stronger than most other creatures," the redhead said - Edward? That might have been his name.

"I mean…" Charlie Swan looked at my uncle. "Not many things we come across will try and negotiate with a local coven. It could encourage a lot of them to move on sooner."

"We don't need a voice in these meetings unless they directly involve us," Dr Cullen continued. I was watching the negotiations without drawing attention to the fact that Jasper was moving closer to me, leaning against the other end of the rock I was perched on - and honestly, trying not to giggle at how unsubtle he was being. "We simply want to make sure that none of you come to harm doing your duties."

"I really don't think this is necessary." Sue looked angry and was talking in that short, clipped way she did before she was about to blow - I remembered what happened when Seth and his friends tried to make s'mores with a cut gasline when Seth was, like, eight.

"A Lamia could have killed any of you before anyone could react. You could have been scraping Alice's remains off the rock," Edward shot back.

"Where did they go, anyway?" I asked, forgetting my plan to avoid drawing attention to the fact that Jasper was only three feet away from me - and that was a generous estimate.

"Alice, come over here," Freddie insisted, and I pretended not to hear him.

"They didn't stick around," Charlie Swan said shortly. My gaze fell to the shotgun in Harry's hands.

"We were downwind," Emmett winked at me.

"They won't return - they're heading up to Canada," Edward added before his gaze fell towards Jasper. "No."

"They attacked her," Jasper said, looking at his brother with a flat gaze. "They moved to attack the whole group."

"And they killed some kids in Port Angeles," I volunteered. "Probably teenage girls."

"Someone is going to have to check the bodies to make sure we don't have a fresh Lamia on the rise," Freddie said tiredly. "Charlie, if you put in the request for I.Ding for me tonight, I can drive up tomorrow."

"They're murdering children?" the blonde stepped to the front, her gaze hard.

"There are two parallel species of Lamia," Freddie said, trying to catch my attention. Jasper hadn't attempted to move any closer but was surreptitiously watching me. I wasn't budging; this was the closest I had been to Jasper Cullen since he arrived and I was curious about so many things - and enjoying the fact that he seemed to be just as curious of me. "You can tell the difference based on the presence of scaling surrounding the cheekbones and feet. One hunts men, the other prefers young people, usually girls."

"Three girls, around fourteen," Charlie Swan confirmed grimly. "I.Ding them will be difficult, so we shouldn't have any issue getting that approved, Fred."

"Rose," Edward said warningly and she sneered at him, tucking herself next to Emmett.

I looked over at Jasper then, to find him watching me carefully.

"They didn't hurt you?" he asked softly. I shook my head.

"We'll protect you." He looks away when he says that, back at the group.

It's not an offer now; it's a firm insistence - the kind of tone that doesn't accept arguments or compromise. Who was he before he joined the Cullens? He didn't look that much older than me, really; like… all the Cullens, really, he physically looked young but there was age and time in the way they carried themselves, the way they spoke, the look in their eyes. Every single one of them looked a little bit haunted, honestly.

Edward looked exasperated but was watching me carefully. He was strange in a genuinely interesting way.

Jasper looked back over at me as Dr Cullen tried to soften the new requirement for their continued presence at any public meetings with Sue and Charlie.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked over at my uncle, who didn't look happy.

"Come on, Alice," Freddie said, and he sounded more tired than annoyed. "It's time to go. We'll discuss this with the Cullens later."

[tallsiriusblack]

I've seen you say that Sirius wasn't dramatic in the books, and I disagree with that.

To quote POA (US edition)- "I thought you'd come and help your friend," he said hoarsely. His voice sounded as though he had long since lost the habit of using it. "Your father would have done the same for me. Brave of you, not to run for a teacher. I'm grateful... it will make everything much easier..."

And then later- "There'll be only one murder here tonight," said Black, and his grin widened.

Or in the movies-

Hermione: If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!

Sirius: No- only one will die tonight.

If Sirius would've said "Peter Pettigrew is the rat. He was the real secret keeper." or even offered SOME sort of explanation, instead of saying creepy things like that, I think that this scene would look a lot different. This is peak drama.

Also, I'd like to bring up Sirius's wand length, which is 15 inches

I'm quoting out of my book "The unofficial ultimate Harry Potter spell book" (There's more on the title but I didn't feel like typing it all out), "Most wands measure between 9 and 14 inches, with longer wands being drawn to those with lively personalities and a tendency for the dramatic."

I know this is an unofficial Harry Potter guide, which means it isn't necessary canon, but I think that it's defiantly something to point out.

If you look up wand length online, you'll see a bunch of things having to do with height, which can be true, hence the measuring that Ollivander gives Harry and presumably others when they're getting their wands.

But obviously, If you had 100 which's and wizards and then lined them all up by height and then their wands by height, it wouldn't match (For example Draco's wand was only 10 inches, even though he was described as fairly tall)

I am not against tall Sirius, just like I'm not against short Sirius. I think that Sirius is a fictional character, and that honestly his height does not matter that much.

I do agree with you on multiple points you make on this blog. I think feminizing Sirius and then making him un-powerful is harmful and sexist. I think that giving him an ED, anxiety, depression, PTSD, or something like that is not making him weak (I know this isn't what you're saying, I just thought I'd put it out there).

A lot of times when I see short Sirius, Sirius is also trans masc. Not all the time though, sometimes Sirius is just short. (I am not saying that if you think Sirius is tall, that you're transphobic, but I am saying that if you're a short trans masc person, making a fic/fanart/writing a post about Sirius also being short and trans masc can help you see yourself in a character, which is something that I think everyone should be able to have)

I think that people should hate on the part of the marauders fandom that are bigoted (if we're being honest, there's a depressing amount of bigoty in this fandom) but I think that just hating fanon Sirius because you think that he differs too much from canon is unnecessary. Hate is something that should be given only when absolutely necessary because you don't know who you could be hurting, (Obviously you can say whatever you want, but some things are better left unsaid) but I am glad that you are expressing your opinions in ways that aren't aggressive (I've seen people with the same mindset as you on tumblr but convey them in a way that is hurtful)

Overall, I think your blog is cool, it was just that one "he's not dramatic" thing that bothered me :)

I hope you have a nice rest of your day/evening!

Hi! Thanks for your ask.

I’m going to address the height thing first.

It’s stated multiple times in the books that Sirius is tall :).

Also, I don’t think those moments quite match what the meaning of ‘dramatic’ is. If someone is dramatic, they behave in a way that is over-exaggerated, or exacerbate their reactions to the extreme.

If anything, I think in the shack he was acting manic.

His reactions were pretty blunt and he seems to be relishing the moment. Finally, he’s caught Peter and he can get his revenge. Don’t forget, James was Sirius’ best friend in the world, Sirius would have done anything for him, and Sirius even got outplayed by Peter right at a pivotal moment of his anger and grief. I assume when he confronted Peter about James and Lily the night Peter murdered those muggles he had absolutely no idea what was about to occur. He’s acting pretty much like someone who was locked in an inhumane prison for over a decade, starving, no human contact, and desperate to avenge his friend would act like.

‘I’m grateful, it will make everything so much easier’ isn’t really dramatic to me because he’s being truthful. Not having a teacher in the way will let Sirius kill Peter, and in this moment that is all he cares about. He has a pretty single minded focus up until after Harry decides to spare Peter.

‘There will only be one murder tonight’ again, more manic than dramatic to me. Especially because his grin widens. He’s relishing the moment, knowing Peter will finally get what he deserves.

Remember, Sirius is emaciated, starved of human interaction, and filled with incredible anger, grief. I feel like it’s an injustice to his character to reduce this moment, this moment where we see him at a low point, caught up in revenge and needing to kill Peter so bad because James is gone because of him (don’t forget Sirius blames himself for James death too) to some dramatic little moment.

He’s not being dramatic, he’s acting like a traumatised man who is incredibly smart and resourceful and bloodthirsty, but isn’t quite thinking straight. He just wants Peter dead, no matter the means.

If Sirius would have explained calmly and rationally what he was doing it wouldn’t fit his state of mind. He’s escaped prison and he is a mad, angry convict but not for the reason the readers think. That’s sort of the point of the twist in the book.

Some characters who can be dramatic are:

Oliver Wood. He greatly over-exaggerates the importance of quidditch and winning, and the horrors of losing. He’s only dramatic about quidditch, though.

Draco Malfoy. Overreacts to minor injuries (Buckbeak), overreacts to what he sees as slights against his character (always threatens to tell his father).

The Dursleys as a whole are incredibly over dramatic. Their reactions to things are usually over the top and unreasonable.

There are others but my fingers are freezing rn I gotta get under the blankets soon or I might freeze lmao.

And to address the short trans masc Sirius, my problem is that there is a racism problem in the marauders fandom, and wolfstar and jegulus are the biggest perpetrators.

My issue is when they’re making these white queer characters so tiny and short and delicate, no body hair ect, next to their tall, muscley dominating angry boyfriends who are POC. Or in James case, also making him stupider. So people are headcanoning these characters as POC, and then changing Remus’ personality and looks so that he’s taller and more dominating and angrier next to his tiny white boyfriend, who’s height has been changed to make him smaller. It’s giving white queer representation. Which makes sense since there’s a lot of white queers in this fandom who think they’re doing a great favour to everyone, but in reality, claiming that making Sirius and Remus like this is ‘better representation’ is just untrue.

Have a good day:)

[thlayli-ra]

WIP Ask Game! Post a sentence or paragraph from one of your current WIPs ✨

You know what Anon, I'm feeling generous so here's a snippet from all of my current WIPs (except for a super-secret one which I haven't started yet);

From Valets of WWE: Modern Era, Chapter 2 (Seth Rollins):

'Did you really think Punk would call it quits after losing the Royal Rumble match?' Drew went on, closing the gap between them, his voice soft like a tiger's growl. 'No, he would have set his eye on winning the Elimination Chamber and we'd be right back to square one.' By now, he had reached Seth and his large hands gently grasped the lapels of the valet's brightly coloured jacket, softly stroking the fabric. 'What I did wasn't pretty but it was necessary. If I wanted to save Wrestlemania, if I wanted to save WWE itself, I had to exorcise the demon. I had to end CM Punk.'

For some reason, Seth bristled. 'He said he's coming back.'

'Then I'll finish him for good,' Drew snarled, the viciousness in his tone returning. The dominant quickly shook it off, plastering an easy smile on his face. 'Anyway, enough about him. I actually came here to tell you that I will be entering the Elimination Chamber...' Slowly, Drew eased the lapels of Seth's jacket apart, revealing the World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist, large and golden, shining in the dim light. '..and I will do whatever it takes to win. Only question is... what prize will I claim for my Wrestlemania moment?'

From Young Hearts (Be Free Tonight) (young!Punk Valetverse au), Chapter 2:

'Hey,' Punk grunted as he tossed a garment bag onto Colt's bed. 'Returning your suit.'

His tone didn't sound promising but Colt tried to be optimistic. 'So how did it go?'

Punk gave a humourless laugh and replied, 'apparently I'm not "management material".'

'Really? But you're pretty much running the comic book shop right now?'

'Exactly! I'm the only reason that shit-pile's staying afloat, you ask me I could run that place with my fucking eyes shut and I'd do it a whole lot better than some wrinkly old pervert who can't tell his Antman's from his asshole.'

That sinking feeling rested in the pit of Colt's stomach. 'Punk... you didn't actually say that at the interview, did you? Like say, to the owners?'

'The fuck kinda idiot do you think I am?' the valet shot back, taking offence to the accusation. Colt let out a sigh of relief when the valet hastily added 'oh, and on an unrelated note, I need to find a new job.'

From Out of the Ashes (post-apolcalyptic au), Chapter 17:

'Is it me, or is the food today even shittier than normal?'

Dean considered Eddie's observation. Scooping up some gloop from his plate with his fork and shoving it into his mouth, he took a moment to inspect the flavour. Eventually he quirked his brows with a little hum. 'Think you're right. Kitchen boys have outdone themselves with shittiness this morning.'

Letting out a huff of disgust, Eddie threw down his cutlery, when Dean spotted something more interesting over his friend's shoulder. 'Well, well, what time do you call this, lazy bones,' he teased Punk as he stomped across from the stairs. 'Thought you were...' his voice trailed off when he spied the horrific bruising all over the other man's face. 'The hell happened to you?'

But Punk marched past, not even hearing him. Dean twisted around in his seat to see the captive wrestler making a beeline for Dolph Ziggler's table.

'Hey, look at that,' Eddie cheered. 'Your guy's off to get himself killed.'

'Ah, shit!' Cursing under his breath, Dean leapt up to his feet.

'Oh come on, Mox, don't spoil the fun? Mox! Moxley! Ah, fuck...'

From untitled Codypunkintyre dark fairytale WIP:

The mist had crept in like an assassin in the night, silent, ominous and deadly. It stalked the harbour, so dense that a man could barely see his boots beneath him, and choked out the row of small oil lanterns along the length of the jetty. Even the sweeping beams of the lighthouse were struggling to probe through its black veil.

The tall, grim structure loomed afar on its rocky crag, merely a silhouette against the dark, misty horizon. Atop it, stood a man, every bit as tall and grim, leaning on the railing as the titanic beacon behind him creaked, spinning slow, mighty circles to heave its light out. Drew peered through his binoculars, searching the length and breadth of the jetty to count the boats as they crawled in home to safety. Every one present and accounted for, the entire fleet.

He allowed himself one breath of relief, but only one. An entire fleet was one thing; an entire crew was another.

[sheliesshattered]

A little more than a week ago I finally, finally finished adding hand-sewn lacing loops to the side panel of the black jersey dress I made in October. It had been sitting on my sewing table begging to be done since roughly midwinter, and the actual process of measuring out and sewing in each of the loops was tedious and obnoxious, so even once I did get myself finally moving on it, it still took far too long to actually finish. But yay! Now it's finally done!

The dress continues to be really difficult to photograph -- on my table it looks like a fairly undifferentiated pile of black fabric, and on me standing in indirect sunlight isn't much better. But now that I can lace the side panels down completely, the dress actually fits me, so I'm finally getting a lot more wear out of it again.

And, more importantly, now that it's done I can start working on a new project.

A week ago, with about 6 weeks to go until I plan to wear it to Star Wars Nite at Disneyland, I decided to remake the Batuu Vest I made in 2024. Like I mentioned in my post about the belt I made to go with my Batuu outfit, the one from last year is both ~2" too long, and somewhere between 2" and 4" too wide through the hips. It was not playing well with the belt. But I also wasn't at all sure about trying to modify it, because the separating zipper and all the top-stitching.

Once I had the jersey dress project off my table, I pulled out my shoebox of scraps from last year's vest -- which were originally scraps left over from a dress I made in 2016. It's a medium-weight 100% linen in a lovely dark navy blue, and I really do love everything about the original vest except the fit in the last few inches, so I want to try to reproduce it as closely as possible. I ironed the scraps and checked them against my pattern pieces, and decided that I had enough to do a second two-layer vest out of this same fabric.

Using last year's vest as a fitting guide, I figured out that I wanted to take 2" to 2.5" off the length, and narrow each of the panels below the waist. Just like last year, I started with the lining layer, and folded 2" up at the lower edge of each pattern piece as a starting point, which let me squeeze them into even smaller scraps of fabric.

Since I know this pattern pretty well at this point (and since I transferred all my changes to my paper pattern as I made them last year), the lining layer came together really quickly. Even the bust seam that had required slash-and-spread last year just needed a ton of pinning this year, for some reason. I had all eight pieces cut out and sewn together by the middle of last week, which then let me try it on with the rest of my Batuu kit and figure out how much I wanted to take in from each of the seams.

I ended up leaving the seam between the side front and front panels alone, since it's already cut straight along the grain for stability reasons, and focused on taking out the excess width from the other panels in whatever way ended up looking best. Even at 2" shorter, I still ended up taking out between 2cm and 3cm on each seam. With five seams to work with, that's somewhere between 10cm and 15cm smaller than my one last year -- so all of that excess flaring should be gone from this version of the vest.

I marked those new seams, sewed them in, clipped off the extra, and unpicked the extra thread so I could securely tie the thread ends, then transferred the new measurements to my original paper pattern, so I could cut out matching pieces for the exterior of the vest. With just a little bit of non-machine work here and there over this last weekend, that got me to this point as of this morning:

I also ordered a second separating zipper (2" shorter than the original) and a second pack of the cool hooks-and-bars that I used on the original vest -- and thankfully I got both from Amazon last year, so it was easy to find them again in my order history. If I'd gotten them from JoAnn's in 2024 I would have had to completely re-source them lol.

This morning I drafted a really basic pattern for the little internal patch pockets that I put on the first vest -- either I never actually patterned the originals, or the tiny rectangle of pattern paper fell out of the rolled up pattern sometime in the last year. I think it's the former, but either is possible. I got two pockets cut out and set aside for when I have my iron out next, and then got started on cutting out the exterior pieces of the vest. As of sitting down to write this post and have some food, I have 5 pieces cut out and 3 left to go.

We're at just under 5 weeks now until we go back to Batuu, and really I should have this all done no later than 4 weeks from this Friday, just to make sure that I'm not stressing Jack out with last-minute sewing, lol. I made the original vest in less time, while also working on the shirt to go under it and Jack's jacket as well, and that required a lot more fiddling with the fit than this one will from this point forward. I'm going to have to re-read all my posts on putting the zipper in, since that was so mind-bending with all the layers and asymmetry, and I know the top-stitching felt like it took forever, but at this point I'm feeling confident about getting this second version of the vest done in time to wear it. And hey, worst comes to worst, I can always wear the original version of the vest instead.

[saturnmeows]

Welcome!

This is a sideblog to rp my ocs so I don't spam my main with all that <3

Mun is Two/Saturn | they/them | adult | cat enjoyer

Main Transformers blog: @seeyouonsaturn

Nsfw side: @darkside-of-saturn

Main/follows back from: @szammy

RULES

I'm mobile only! No fancy aesthetics we die like Cliffjumper. I'm so serious I cannot be bothered to spend hours making this pretty I'm just here to play dolls

I have chronic can't-shut-up-disease and WILL make my responses lit-advanced lit length. I do not mind if you can't match this so long as you give me something to work with. No one liners though. And decent grammar and spelling are a must.

Probably slow replies because of ✨️the neurodivergence✨️

Get away from me with all those uppity rules and all that. Like every post. Reblog all my threads. Interact with me and I will love you. We ain't gatekeeping idgaf.

Minors DNI. I'm an adult and there will be occasional nsfw here.

Antis DNI also. We do not support harassment in this house. Please either be kind or kindly leave. This is non-negotiable.

Practice reblog karma or I'm biting you

More Rules and OCs below the cut!

My OCs are not primarily made for rp. Their backstories will feature their "canon" timelines and ships. You can IGNORE THAT for rp! I will never expect anyone to have a premade relationship with my little fraggers. I know how rps work. I'm playing with these guys like barbies.

Welcome to the multiverse. I don't care if our characters aren't from the same timeline/verse. We'll figure it out. Let's be silly about it.

I'll rp with OCs and canons! (May be a biiit selective with OCs but please don't hesitate to reach out!) Some of my muses are open to multiship, others I'm too attached to their "canon" ships to do that. However if you happen to write a canon that's shipped with one of my OCs and you're willing to write with me, we shall have a spring wedding.

On that note, I'm one of those rare beasts that prefer m/f ships. Not exclusively, but still, I like 'em. Don't cancel me lmao. Mun is queer af <3

My only trigger is emeto stuff, please don't ever mention that even in passing. Including heavy drooling. Just don't.

I LOVE angst and dark themes. Please fuck me up!! Nsfw is also a-ok but dm me about specific kinks first <3

I don't care if you don't have a rp blog. Interact from whatever blog you have. Send me anons pretending to be a character. I'm here to have fun this isn't a job application.

THE CHILDREN

You can check out their tags on @seeyouonsaturn for more info! I'll write up more on them eventually too bear with me

Tier 1: Guys I really wanna rp

Trixie [TFOne | TFA] | #oc: i'll be your animal

PHANTOM-2918-4 / Bird [TFA | TFOne] | #oc: the courage of stars

Havoc [IDW] | #oc: step a little bolder

Stormwind [IDW | TFP] #oc: stormwind

Tier 2: I could probably write these guys if anyone wants them!

Skyline [TFOne] | #oc: summer silence

Razormane [TFP] | #oc: razormane tfp

Wildside [TFA] | #oc: living on the wild side

Livewire [TFA] | #oc: like a pulse

Bluescreen [TFA] | #bluescreen temp tag

Galatea [TFA | TFP] | #oc: galatea

Tier 3: Probably not gonna rp these guys unless a certain prompt hits just right

Ash Majors [TFA] | #oc: just to be quiet

Leo Monti [TFP] | #oc: next up forever

Bonus Tier: Background Characters I would LOVE to develop!

The New High Guard [TFOne] | #iacon's finest | nhg

Comet [TFOne]

Boltcrusher aka Crasher [TFOne]

Tripwire and Trickshot [TFOne]

Freefall [TFOne]

Gina Monti [TFP]

Amelia "Millie" Monti [TFP]

[naturagardens]

hi, my name is anne aka hinawa !! i'm nineteen years old and currently looking for roleplay partners. nobody under the age of eighteen, though! this is just a simple little post i'm putting out to - hopefully - find more rp partners, and friends! so it won't be aesthetic by any means, but it should cover most bases.

i live in florida, usa, so i'm on the est timezone. i've been roleplaying for around eight to nine years, and in various different forms. my preferred style is descriptive, as i enjoy writing a lot about whatever character i'm portraying at the moment.

i typically do fandom and fandomless, though lately i've been doing the latter a lot more. i just love making ocs! i typically roleplay fem characters, as it is preferred, but i am flexible !! i do have an endless amount of plot ideas, however any ideas of yours are also welcome. i love plot heavy roleplays, as it does give me more to write about, but also because it gives me a chance to fully get into the character that i'm roleplaying. i consider myself pretty flexible when it comes to plotting and figuring out specific details for the roleplay, as i always enjoy hearing other peoples ideas and seeing how we can combine them.

i do require that your responses at least match my length of responses! my minimum is typically three to four paragraphs. i will either ask you to write more, or not respond, as i can't work off of little to no information.

communication is one thing that i stress. whether it be that one of us can't respond right away, or we have something to talk about in regards to the rp. either way, it's communication is always appreciated. i do work full time, so my replies usually come in before work and after work, though sometimes i can get one out during my lunch break! if i can't get a reply out, i typically try to let you know.

i will only block without warning if i believe that you are being pushy, making me uncomfortable, or trying to disrespect my boundaries. i do typically try to discuss these with whoever i am plotting with.

i don't get on tumblr too much, so i typically prefer doing my roleplays on discord. if any of this interests you, please send me a friend req. or a message! my disc is naturagardens. xoxo 💕

[fandom-rpfinder]

yeah... it's me, back on my bullshit again 🤡

sup - 33yo trans dude, he/him, European looking for 25+ only individuals for some Baldur's Gate 3 related shenanigans. specifically, I'm looking to finally return to the writing game to scratch an itch I quite never sated when the game first came out, sooo...

as one does, I'm looking for someone to write either Gale Dekarios, Wyll Ravengard or Astarion Ancunín against a few of my characters. all MxM, cisgender preferred. as for short details;

⟼♥ for Gale, I long to ship him with my half-elf bard. he's witty, flirty, really pretty and a very "doms from the bottom" type of person in bed. presents nonchalant and happy-go-lucky, but is a fairly insecure, untrusting and sad boyo deep down. he can be very generous and nice even to complete strangers, but also has rather grey morals over some things - for one, he's not above picking a pocket or two. his instrument of choice is the violin and he has a knack for singing, but he can work his way around most instruments. he was not intended to fill the role of Tav, but can easily be molded into the role if it works for the plot!

⟼♥ for Wyll, I'd love to ship him with a childhood friend. a tiefling warrior and city guard who reluctantly works for Lord Gortash towards Act 3, praying for a rebellion to restore some sanity into his beloved city. he's a guy who's carried a torch for Wyll since early childhood and wants nothing more but for a chance to tell him how the young Ravengard inspired him on his way to greatness. he's a very gentle, soft man with a knack for service domming.

⟼♥ for Astarion, my wish is to allow my drow druid to adore him. a man who's extremely demisexual and gets hyperfixated upon giving Astarion the joy and the pleasure he's never quite had in his life. he's a very morally grey guy leaning a tad into villainy, but not so much for ambition but rather just distrust and dislike of most people. he definitely prefers animals and plants over people and finds irony that he'd find the love of his life in an undead man, considering he is a druid. speaking of - he's weirdly goth for a druid, extremely autistic, yet he can feign charm when it benefits him. it's just... most of the time, he doesn't care if people know he hates them. and he does, he hates most people... except Astarion. and probably Karlach. who could hate Karlach?

I have bios available for all of my fellas, + plenty of writing samples you can take a look at! as for my writing in general;

⟼ I write in third person, past tense, I’m super descriptive and write anywhere from minimum two paragraphs to, idk… dozens??? I’m pretty much guaranteed to hit the discord limit most of the time, though I do obviously put effort into matching my partner’s style and length.

⟼ I can be nitpicky about correct characterization and grammar so if you’re not looking for deep analysis and character studies on, y’know, characters, I’m not the best fit for you.

⟼ I’m always quality over quantity.

⟼ my favorite to write are romance, relationship and character studies, some smut likely tossed in... yeah, mostly just Relationship Stuff with possibility for action and things on the side.

⟼ I appreciate good communication even when we’re not writing (it's The 'Tism, it craves understanding) and hope there’s mutual consideration in that neither one of us can be or should be available 24/7. having said that, I’m more than happy to befriend my partners! I love sharing memes, art, music, whatever you have OOC.

⟼ super open to multiple threads, multiple ships and plots and AUs with a single partner!

⟼ depending on how life's going, my reply speed can be anything from several times a day to a few times a week. if you do not pester me, I will always get back to you eventually!

does this sound like your cup of tea at all? great! please like this post and I’ll come fetch you. we’ll talk, we’ll hopefully make some people kiss, we’ll chat about whether it’s a good fit - and if it's not, you're welcome to ghost me in peace!

look forward to hearing from you! ★

👾

[rphunter]

yeah... it's me, back on my bullshit again 🤡

sup - 33yo trans dude, he/him, European looking for 25+ only individuals for some Baldur's Gate 3 related shenanigans. specifically, I'm looking to finally return to the writing game to scratch an itch I quite never sated when the game first came out, sooo...

as one does, I'm looking for someone to write either Gale Dekarios, Wyll Ravengard or Astarion Ancunín against a few of my characters. all MxM, cisgender preferred. as for short details;

⟼♥ for Gale, I long to ship him with my half-elf bard. he's witty, flirty, really pretty and a very "doms from the bottom" type of person in bed. presents nonchalant and happy-go-lucky, but is a fairly insecure, untrusting and sad boyo deep down. he can be very generous and nice even to complete strangers, but also has rather grey morals over some things - for one, he's not above picking a pocket or two. his instrument of choice is the violin and he has a knack for singing, but he can work his way around most instruments. he was not intended to fill the role of Tav, but can easily be molded into the role if it works for the plot!

⟼♥ for Wyll, I'd love to ship him with a childhood friend. a tiefling warrior and city guard who reluctantly works for Lord Gortash towards Act 3, praying for a rebellion to restore some sanity into his beloved city. he's a guy who's carried a torch for Wyll since early childhood and wants nothing more but for a chance to tell him how the young Ravengard inspired him on his way to greatness. he's a very gentle, soft man with a knack for service domming.

⟼♥ for Astarion, my wish is to allow my drow druid to adore him. a man who's extremely demisexual and gets hyperfixated upon giving Astarion the joy and the pleasure he's never quite had in his life. he's a very morally grey guy leaning a tad into villainy, but not so much for ambition but rather just distrust and dislike of most people. he definitely prefers animals and plants over people and finds irony that he'd find the love of his life in an undead man, considering he is a druid. speaking of - he's weirdly goth for a druid, extremely autistic, yet he can feign charm when it benefits him. it's just... most of the time, he doesn't care if people know he hates them. and he does, he hates most people... except Astarion. and probably Karlach. who could hate Karlach?

I have bios available for all of my fellas, + plenty of writing samples you can take a look at! as for my writing in general;

⟼ I write in third person, past tense, I’m super descriptive and write anywhere from minimum two paragraphs to, idk… dozens??? I’m pretty much guaranteed to hit the discord limit most of the time, though I do obviously put effort into matching my partner’s style and length.

⟼ I can be nitpicky about correct characterization and grammar so if you’re not looking for deep analysis and character studies on, y’know, characters, I’m not the best fit for you.

⟼ I’m always quality over quantity.

⟼ my favorite to write are romance, relationship and character studies, some smut likely tossed in... yeah, mostly just Relationship Stuff with possibility for action and things on the side.

⟼ I appreciate good communication even when we’re not writing (it's The 'Tism, it craves understanding) and hope there’s mutual consideration in that neither one of us can be or should be available 24/7. having said that, I’m more than happy to befriend my partners! I love sharing memes, art, music, whatever you have OOC.

⟼ super open to multiple threads, multiple ships and plots and AUs with a single partner!

⟼ depending on how life's going, my reply speed can be anything from several times a day to a few times a week. if you do not pester me, I will always get back to you eventually!

does this sound like your cup of tea at all? great! please like this post and I’ll come fetch you. we’ll talk, we’ll hopefully make some people kiss, we’ll chat about whether it’s a good fit - and if it's not, you're welcome to ghost me in peace!

look forward to hearing from you! ★

.

[roleplayfinder]

yeah... it's me, back on my bullshit again 🤡

sup - 33yo trans dude, he/him, European looking for 25+ only individuals for some Baldur's Gate 3 related shenanigans. specifically, I'm looking to finally return to the writing game to scratch an itch I quite never sated when the game first came out, sooo...

as one does, I'm looking for someone to write either Gale Dekarios, Wyll Ravengard or Astarion Ancunín against a few of my characters. all MxM, cisgender preferred. as for short details;

⟼♥ for Gale, I long to ship him with my half-elf bard. he's witty, flirty, really pretty and a very "doms from the bottom" type of person in bed. presents nonchalant and happy-go-lucky, but is a fairly insecure, untrusting and sad boyo deep down. he can be very generous and nice even to complete strangers, but also has rather grey morals over some things - for one, he's not above picking a pocket or two. his instrument of choice is the violin and he has a knack for singing, but he can work his way around most instruments. he was not intended to fill the role of Tav, but can easily be molded into the role if it works for the plot!

⟼♥ for Wyll, I'd love to ship him with a childhood friend. a tiefling warrior and city guard who reluctantly works for Lord Gortash towards Act 3, praying for a rebellion to restore some sanity into his beloved city. he's a guy who's carried a torch for Wyll since early childhood and wants nothing more but for a chance to tell him how the young Ravengard inspired him on his way to greatness. he's a very gentle, soft man with a knack for service domming.

⟼♥ for Astarion, my wish is to allow my drow druid to adore him. a man who's extremely demisexual and gets hyperfixated upon giving Astarion the joy and the pleasure he's never quite had in his life. he's a very morally grey guy leaning a tad into villainy, but not so much for ambition but rather just distrust and dislike of most people. he definitely prefers animals and plants over people and finds irony that he'd find the love of his life in an undead man, considering he is a druid. speaking of - he's weirdly goth for a druid, extremely autistic, yet he can feign charm when it benefits him. it's just... most of the time, he doesn't care if people know he hates them. and he does, he hates most people... except Astarion. and probably Karlach. who could hate Karlach?

I have bios available for all of my fellas, + plenty of writing samples you can take a look at! as for my writing in general;

⟼ I write in third person, past tense, I’m super descriptive and write anywhere from minimum two paragraphs to, idk… dozens??? I’m pretty much guaranteed to hit the discord limit most of the time, though I do obviously put effort into matching my partner’s style and length.

⟼ I can be nitpicky about correct characterization and grammar so if you’re not looking for deep analysis and character studies on, y’know, characters, I’m not the best fit for you.

⟼ I’m always quality over quantity.

⟼ my favorite to write are romance, relationship and character studies, some smut likely tossed in... yeah, mostly just Relationship Stuff with possibility for action and things on the side.

⟼ I appreciate good communication even when we’re not writing (it's The 'Tism, it craves understanding) and hope there’s mutual consideration in that neither one of us can be or should be available 24/7. having said that, I’m more than happy to befriend my partners! I love sharing memes, art, music, whatever you have OOC.

⟼ super open to multiple threads, multiple ships and plots and AUs with a single partner!

⟼ depending on how life's going, my reply speed can be anything from several times a day to a few times a week. if you do not pester me, I will always get back to you eventually!

does this sound like your cup of tea at all? great! please like this post and I’ll come fetch you. we’ll talk, we’ll hopefully make some people kiss, we’ll chat about whether it’s a good fit - and if it's not, you're welcome to ghost me in peace!

look forward to hearing from you! ★

.