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[white-spectre]

Wheel of Time musings/drama ahead

I really hate to stir the pot (I actually love it) but the Wheel of Time community on Tumblr vs. on Facebook is really telling about the kind of people that use each as their main form of social media. For context, I've read all of the books twice over. I have followed a few WoT groups on facebook for many years, even before there was talk of a possible future TV series, and have followed quite a few WoT blogs here in the recent years, starting when we got some of our first previews of season 1.

I admit that season 1 felt a little lacking. There was a lot of new acting, the future of the show was in question due to potential lack of interest, and I think the direction of the show reflected that timid approach to the series. Season 2 was a complete turn-around, the acting improved incredibly (Egwene in the Damane kennels is the best example I can think of off-hand, pretty sure I cried the first time I saw it), the characters really felt much more fleshed out, and the show felt like it was definitely creating it's own style. Season 3 so far is the best yet, by a mile, and I am counting down the seconds until next episode. I had to watch the first episode twice in a row because it just felt like SO MUCH to process and I couldn't believe how they packed so much into one episode.

Anyway, nowadays I spend 90%+ of my social media time on Tumblr, and rarely touch anything else. Every post here about Wheel of Time is intrigued about new plot twists that were developed for the show, excited about new actors joining the cast every season (I was unsure about Shoreh Aghdashloo for Elaida but after ONE episode, I can see she's gonna be awesome), interested about new tidbits or weird things (Moghedien's fingers in the mouth thing???), and just generally excited about the show.

Facebook is the complete opposite side of the coin. Every time I open Facebook, it's just complaint after complaint. "that's not how Perrin and Faile met", "that's not how Rand got that scar", etc. etc. etc. ENDLESSLY. They refuse to enjoy the show because it's not a sentence-by-minute adaptation of the books, and instead want to just endlessly drag it through the mud and bitch about how it's "too woke". It's so trashy and I hate it, and it really shows that every fandom has its neckbeards that are just awful people.

I LOVE that the show has incredible diversity in the cast. I grew up in a rural part of America that is 95%+ white, and when I started reading the books as a young teen, I just assumed every character was white unless it explicitly said otherwise and didn't think anything of it. Almost none of the characters look like what I envisioned, but seeing it come to life on TV has made the series feel so much more alive. of COURSE not everyone is white, the books have characters from all over the world, it only makes sense that there would be many ethnicities and cultures. If it didn't, that would be fucking weird???? I LOVE that the show has a lot of new actors that we have never seen before. I knew within the first 2 episodes that Zoe Robins was a GREAT pick for Nynaeve, and she's only gotten better from there. I LOVE that the gay subtext is part of the show. I LOVE that women in the series are powerful and well-written. I LOVE that the special effects are exciting but not the star of the show. I LOVE that they don't feel the need to hold the hand of the viewer in every regard, and leave some things to mystery.

In conclusion, It is such a fantastic show and I'm so happy to see new WoT content, and I am so thankful for the enthusiastic support Tumblr has for it! :)

[pink-sparkly-witch]

All She Wants, Part Two

Summary: Y/N decides to leave the bunker for good when Dean reiterates that he can never give her what she wants. Struggling to adjust without her, Dean turns to hormone suppressants, unable to stomach the thought of going through a rut with anyone else.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Hormone Suppressants for @j3bingo

Warnings: omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, angst, arguments, heats, ruts, language, Dean’s still a bit of an asshole.

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: The response to the first part of this angsty, angsty fic has been overwhelming. Thank you to every single one of you who read and commented and reblogged. It means so much 🥹 Now, without further ado, I hope you love part two!

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Being back in the bunker is suffocating, and you haven’t even been back twelve hours yet. The mild cramps in your stomach are now an annoying and constant discomfort, and being near Dean is only making it worse. Your body is so used to the green-eyed hunter that his scent has you craving him. If you don’t get out of here and find another alpha, you know you’ll cave and go to the man who keeps breaking your heart.

Digging into the depths of your meagre closet, you pull out one of the few dresses you have and get ready to have a night on the town. It’s nerve-wracking; you haven’t done this in a long time, but you need to kick old habits and rid yourself of your addiction to Dean. It’s no longer a healthy relationship—maybe it never had been—but your last time together opened your eyes and proved that he doesn’t see you as anything other than a fuck toy.

Walking through the hallways of the bunker, your heels click loudly on the cold, concrete floors as you head towards the library. You know at least one of the boys will be there, and you pray to Chuck it’s Sam. You’d skip this part entirely, given it’s none of their business, but as an unmated omega going to find someone to satisfy a heat, it’s probably best that someone knows your intentions.

As you turn the corner into the room, the scent of Dean’s agitation slaps you in the face. If you’re not careful and can’t control your emotions, it’ll end in a fight and a tumble in the sheets, and that’s really the last thing you need.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” Dean asks as soon as he sets eyes on you.

“Out,” you respond.

“You’re in heat, Omega,” Dean growls.

“I’m aware,” you can feel your body warm as his gaze on you intensifies.

“Do you think it’s wise to go out in your condition?” Dean questions, and you fight your biological instinct to shrink in on yourself and submit to him. 

“I need to find an alpha who’ll help me through this, so yes, I do think it’s wise.”

“You have me, Y/N.” Dean’s tone softens, and the hurt that flashes in his eyes almost makes you run to him.

“No, I don’t. Not anymore.” You don’t wait for his response, walking out of the library and up the stairs because you’re so close to saying screw it and making him take you right there in the library.

“I’ll be back in a few days,” you call out and shut the bunker door behind you.

You know you won’t find what you’re looking for in the bar a few towns over, but at least you’ll find someone who can scratch your current itch and make you forget about Dean fucking Winchester.

At least for a few days.

DEAN’S POV

Dean feels his heart shatter as he watches Y/N walk out the door. This isn’t how he wanted things to go with her. He wanted to talk to her and apologise for his behaviour during his last rut. At least if he’d done that, there was a chance they could still have some kind of relationship.

What they had is gone. He knows that. He’s hurt her too much. If he’d dealt with things differently, they’d still have had the potential to at least be civil to one another, but his gut’s telling him that the opportunity for civility has gone.

He can’t blame himself entirely; she hasn’t let herself be alone with him since he’d realised how much of an asshole he’d been to her. Dean had expected her to come to him last night when the scent of her heat became stronger and carried through the bunker, but she’d remained shut in her bedroom. He isn’t even sure she’d eaten since yesterday morning.

“Hey,” Sam says as he sits beside his brother and hands him a beer. “I heard you and Y/N talking. You alright?”

“No, Sammy, I’m not. You know, it never once occurred to me that what Y/N and I had could end?”

“It doesn’t have to,” Sam says softly, noticing tears in Dean’s eyes.

“Yeah, it does. I can’t give her what she wants—”

“Can’t or won’t?” Sam interrupts, and Dean’s heart pangs at the implication he’s being his usual stubborn ass alpha self.

“I can’t, Sam.” Dean didn’t usually show his vulnerabilities to Sam. He’s the pack leader and can’t afford to show weakness. The only person he’s ever shown vulnerability to is Y/N.

“Why?” Sam’s question is simple, but the weight of the answer is something Dean’s not sure he’s ready to admit out loud.

“It’s complicated,” Dean answers and takes a long swig of beer, drinking half the bottle in two swallows.

“Enlighten me, Dean, because from where I’m standing, it’s not complicated at all. You already have an emotional bond with her. You’ve been mating with her for what, six or seven years? Why is it so hard for you to claim her, have that deeper chemical bond, and make you both happy by having a couple of pups? It’d be nice to have some little ones running around here.”

“Because the second I claim her, she has a target on her back. She’ll become the hunted. Every monster on the continent will want to tear her apart to get to me. And that’s something I won’t survive.”

“So you do want to claim her?” Sam confirms, a small smile pulling at his lips.

“Of course I do!” Dean’s voice booms across the library. “I love her. More than anything. I always have, but I would rather die than put her in danger because of me and who I am,” Dean can’t keep his turmoil to himself anymore. Now it’s out in the open with Sam, he can’t shut the hell up. “I have thought of every way possible to give her what she wants… for years. Give us what we want, but in every scenario, she ends up dead, and I end up alone.”

“Dean, if you keep going the way you have been, she’ll die, and you’ll be alone anyway. And if you let her walk out of here and into the arms of another alpha, you’ll still be alone.”

“I know that, Sam! But I’d rather spend the rest of my life alone and know she was safe and happy with another alpha and a few pups than put a target on her back by claiming her! What part of that don’t you understand?”

“You think Y/N would be happy with another alpha? You think she wanted to go out hunting for someone else to fuck her through her heat? You think she’s not wishing it was you? You think she doesn’t love you? Because she does, Dean! It’s clear to everyone!” Sam’s frustrations reach boiling point, and he no longer has the patience to hold back. “That curse she saved me from loosely translated to stealing what your brother has broken and making it yours. If she hadn’t got between me and that witch, and I’d been hit by that curse, I’d have claimed Y/N for myself because you’re too chicken shit to do it. You know what that means, right? That even the witch knew you were in some kind of relationship. Even just being associated with you in the way she is makes her a target. And she’s an even bigger one without a claim.”

“Then maybe it’s for the best that she’s out there trying to find someone to take care of her,” Dean said, raising his eyebrows at Sam’s exasperation.

“No, Dean! It means that, claimed or not, monsters know what Y/N is to you and you to her. It means she’s already a target, and you’ve been protecting her from the monsters for a long time. Claiming her and having pups with her isn’t going to change that.”

“Look, can we just drop this? Y/N is better off without me, okay? And nothing you say will change my mind. She deserves something good, and I’m not good.” 

Pushing his chair back, Dean stands from the table and enters the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of Scotch from the cabinet and locks himself in his bedroom to lick his wounds.

It may not be the healthiest way to deal with things, but at least getting blind drunk on whiskey will stop the images of Y/N presenting for another alpha or taking another’s knot from playing like a video in his mind.

FIVE DAYS LATER

Y/N’S POV

“You’re alive, then,” Dean’s voice greets you as soon as you step into the bunker.

“I am,” you respond, warily making your way down the stairs. You’re on high alert, knowing this could turn volatile very quickly.

“You alright?” he asks next, his eyes scanning your body for signs of injury. His gaze lingers on your neck, and when he notices it remains unblemished, he releases a breath, and his shoulders relax slightly.

“I’m fine.” It feels like you cheated on Dean, and it makes you feel so sick you want to cry.

“Good. I’m glad you’re okay. I mean, you could’ve called. Let us know you were fine. It would’ve stopped Sam and me from worrying about you every second of the day. For all we knew, you were lying in a ditch somewhere.”

“My phone’s GPS was still…” you pause and sigh, knowing you don’t need to explain anything to him. “Look, can we not do this, please?” You plead. It’s been a rough few days, and you just want to shower and sleep.

You stop next to him, waiting for him to let you pass and frown when he rears back with a snarl. 

“Go shower, Omega. The stench of sex and Alpha makes me want to vomit,” Dean growls and walks away, leaving you standing at the entrance to the library, no longer able to keep the tears in.

The decision to leave is one of the hardest you’ve ever had to make. The bunker is your home, too. Still, you know you’re no longer welcome. Dean doesn’t want you, and you’ve hurt each other beyond repair. You could’ve tried to sort this mess out. You could’ve done that rather than look for a heat buddy, but had you not gone out, you’d have fallen straight back into bad habits and Dean’s bed. You had to break ties with him completely, and the only way to do that was to sleep with someone else, even if it broke both your hearts in the process.

Between the anxiety from you and Dean’s argument after the witch hunt and your heat, you’ve barely eaten for the past week. Before you leave for good, you head to the kitchen to grab something quickly, knowing it’s late enough that both Winchesters will be in their bedrooms, and you can eat and leave undetected.

“Sneaking out on us, huh? That’s mature,” Dean scoffs, and you jump, startled by his voice coming from somewhere in the dark kitchen.

“Any particular reason you’re sitting in the pitch black, Dean?” you ask, your hackles raised and ready to flee if needed.

“Answer my question first, then maybe I’ll answer yours.”

“Come on, Dean. We both know it’s not a good idea for me to stay here,” you reason.

“But this is your home,” Dean says, and where before you only heard contempt, you can now detect hurt.

“Not anymore.” You turn to leave, deciding to just forget about food so you can get the hell out of here.

“Please don’t walk away from me, Omega.”

“I told you I’m not your Omega, Dean. You’ve made that abundantly clear over the years.”

“Y/N, please, sweetheart,” he begs, and you turn to face him, your anger rising.

“No, Dean. I can’t do this with you anymore. We can’t keep doing this same dance over and over again. I want more. I need—” Your voice catches in your throat, and you swallow down the emotion that wants to spill from you. “I need to be claimed. I need to have pups. It’s in my biology, Dean, and I can’t change that. And I can’t change the fact that if I don’t settle down soon, I’ll go feral and die.”

“And you’re gonna do that with the asshat from the bar?” Dean spits back at you.

“No! I want to do it with you, but you don’t want me!” The tears spring from your eyes, and once again, you will Chuck, or whatever fucking angel is standing in his stead, to give you the strength you need to finally leave. To break this toxic bond that’s been forged under false pretences for years.

“Y/N, I do want you. I just can’t give you what you need,” Dean pleads.

“You can,” you nod with a tearful smile. “Because even if it wasn’t in the traditional way, you gave me what I needed for years. You just don’t want to.”

“No, Omega, please.”

“Goodbye, Dean.”

DEAN’S POV

Y/N has been gone for two months, and there hasn’t been a peep from her. If Sam has heard anything, he’s kept it quiet, and Dean hasn’t asked. She’s turned off the GPS on her phone and removed the tracker from her car, and anyone he’s asked in their network either hasn’t seen or heard from her or has just told him she’s fine.

He misses her laugh and her smile. He misses her comforting scent that would linger around the bunker. He misses her soft, warm body sliding into bed next to him when she’d had a nightmare or wanted to cuddle in those first few hours of her heat before her need for him changed to something more carnal.

Yet, never once did he reach out to her. She’d made it pretty clear they were done, and he’s accepted that. What he did to her was unforgivable. Still, he’s hurting, too and feels betrayed by what she did. He may not have the right, but it’s how he feels, and try as he might, he can’t change it.

As the telltale signs of his next rut make themselves known, Dean knows this will be the hardest challenge he’s faced since Y/N left, but if she could so easily toss him aside and find someone else to mate with, so could he.

Standing at the bar, Dean preens under the attention of several omegas surrounding him. It’s been a long time since he’s had so many women fawn over him, and he guesses that being with Y/N has kept them at bay all these years.

Looking towards the other end of the bar, he does a double-take. The woman has similar features to Y/N: same eye colour, same shaped face, and from what he can see, a similar figure. It’s not her, but Dean is on his feet and making his way over to her before he can think twice about it.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean gives the woman his most charming smile and feels his confidence soar as she giggles and looks down briefly before raising her eyes and batting her lashes at him. “The name’s Dean.”

“Carly,” she responds shyly, and Dean smirks.

“Pretty name. It suits you, Omega. Can I buy you a drink?” he drawls, using his alpha tone.

“Sure, Alpha,” she smiles sweetly, batting her eyes at him once more, and Dean knows he’s found a rut partner for the next few days.

“So, what’s your poison?” Dean asks, grabbing the bartender’s attention.

“Appletini,” Carly says, and Dean fights a scoff at the girly concoction. Y/N would’ve ordered a whiskey or an Old Fashioned if the mood struck her, none of this fruity shit that makes you question whether there’s even any alcohol in it.

“Whiskey, neat, and an appletini for the lady,” Dean says to the bartender.

“So, Dean, what’s a handsome alpha like you doing in a place like this?” Carly asks.

Glancing at her kind eyes that remind him so much of Y/N’s, he finds himself spilling everything to her. He’s not sure why he finds it easier to talk to a stranger than his own brother or even Cas, but he does.

“Look,” Dean says after an hour of talking and a few more whiskeys. “I came here intending to find an omega to ride out my rut with, but I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he confesses. “I’m not even sure I could… physically… uh, you know.” he chuckles.

“I think that’s a wise decision, Dean,” Carly smiles kindly. “I don’t think you’re in the right frame of mind to be mating with someone new. You haven’t fully accepted that your mate left you, and it could be dangerous for both of us if we leave here together.”

“I wouldn’t say she’s my mate. I never claimed her, so…” Dean shrugs, feeling a little bad for leading her on.

“Doesn’t matter, Dean. You bonded with her intimately, and I’m guessing you stayed faithful and only had her the entire time, right?”

“I only ever wanted her,” Dean nods and swallows another whiskey.

“So, you were together like a beta couple would be, right? Like dating but not married?” Carly replies with a knowing smile, and Dean has to admit he’s never looked at his relationship with Y/N in that way before.

“I suppose we were,” he responds with a nod to the bartender for another drink.

“Do you know where she is? Can you go to her?” Carly asks.

“No,” Dean sighs. “We have some mutual friends, but they are very quiet about her whereabouts. Don’t get me wrong, I get it. I hurt her. A lot. And I wish I’d handled things differently.”

“You’ll get there, Dean,” she smiles. “And if you don’t, try begging your friends to tell you where she is and grovel until she forgives you!” Carly chuckles and squeezes his hand. “It could be an easy fix if you can overcome your fears. It’s clear you love her, and if you can give into those feelings, you’ll work it out.”

Carly hops off the barstool and pulls her purse strap over her shoulder. “Goodbye, Dean. I hope you find your girl and make things right,” she cups his cheek and winks at him before walking away and leaving him alone.

Downing the whiskey in one, Dean throws some bills on the bar and heads to the Impala. If he’s going to see himself through his rut, he’d need a lot of provisions.

It took six days, three bottles of lube, and the help of various knotting toys for Dean to come through the other side of his rut. He can’t remember the last time one had been so brutal or unforgiving. However, now he’s out and can start taking the suppressants he got from the drugstore, so he doesn’t need to go through one again.

“Hey, you alright?” Sam asks, seeing Dean at the hob, frying bacon and eggs.

“Still feeling rough, but some food and fresh air should do me good. Please tell me you found a hunt while I was out.”

“Yeah, looks like there’s a ghoul loose in Stillwater, Oklahoma.”

“Alright, then. We’ll get everything together and leave in a couple of hours.”

“Dean, are you sure you’re up for this? You still look a little… off.”

“I’m fine, Sammy. Just ready to get out of here. Been cooped up too long.”

For the next few months, that’s what they do; move from small town to small town, saving people and hunting things, and Dean? Well, he’s just peachy.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Dean always knew the suppressants would take some getting used to. They’re the drug store variety and weren’t for long-term use. Still, the nausea and headaches are getting worse and are now accompanied by bouts of fever and a loss of appetite.

He knows his age probably isn’t helping, and the fact he’s been rejected by his mate in a roundabout way, so rejection sickness has been on his mind the past few days as his symptoms got worse.

Sam’s said he’s easier to anger than usual too, and Dean’s starting to feel constantly on edge now. He can only hope whatever this is will end soon because this fucking sucks.

Swallowing down another pill, Dean throws the pill bottle into his duffle so that he and Sam can get home, put this vampire hunt behind them, and take some time off.

Although sceptical at first, he’s now grateful he’d agreed to take a break from hunting for a couple of weeks to recoup and relax. They hadn’t stopped hunting in close to twelve weeks, and he feels awful. A little time off might be just what he needs.

“Ready to go, Dean?” Sam asks, frowning when he notices the pill bottle at the top of his brother’s bag. The younger Winchester walks over and picks it up, huffing loudly. “This is what you’ve been taking? Over the counter suppressants?”

“Yeah, so?” Dean replies.

“Dean, these aren’t for long-term use. They’re supposed to only delay a rut for a couple of weeks, not for taking every day. Why didn’t you go to a doctor and get the right thing?”

“Oh, because we have that luxury, Sammy!” Dean snaps. “‘Do you have insurance? No. What’s your address? An underground fortress in the middle of fucking nowhere.’ Seriously, you don’t see anything wrong with that? And they say you’re the smart one!” Dean scoffs and shakes his head.

“We would’ve found a way, Dean. We always do. These are probably doing more harm than good. I think it’s why you’re feeling off, and it’s only going to get worse.”

“It can’t get any worse, Sammy! Y/N left me. Nothing will ever be worse than that!” Dean yells as he grabs his bag and stalks out of the motel room, and slams the door.

Dean is agitated. So much so that even he can’t deny it. And the more he tries not to be, the worse he gets. He knows it’s annoying Sam—it’s annoying him, too—but it’s not something he has any control over. Everything is going haywire; his skin itches, sweat drips down his back, and he just wants to pick fights. That’s why he had a go at the idiot at the gas station and the douchebag from the diner. He blames Sam for that one. He wanted to keep driving, but Sammy just had to stretch his freakishly long fucking legs now, didn’t he?

When Sam finally rejoins him in the car, Dean tries to avoid his baby brother’s puppy eyes. He knows he’s fucked up. He knows he should’ve found a way to get the real thing, but the fear of a doctor telling him he’s a lost cause, that because his mate left him would mean that suppressants can’t fix him stopped him. Besides, it can’t take the ache of Y/N’s departure away. It doesn’t change the fact that as an alpha, it was his duty to claim her.

“What am I in for, Sammy?” Dean finally asks, breaking his silence on his suppressant use. He’s not sure he wants to know, but he needs to keep what’s left of his pack safe. If this ends the way he dreads, he needs to put a plan in place.

“You’ll go into a rut that can only be satisfied by uhm… your mate,” Sam says, avoiding her name so it doesn't set the older alpha off again. “And because she’s not here, you’ll go feral,” Sam sighs.

“And when I go feral, I’ll be dangerous to any omega who isn’t Y/N,” Dean finishes what Sam doesn’t say.

“I think it’s already started. I can smell your rut pheromones, but they’re… off.” Sam said.

“Listen to me, Sammy. I’m going to the safe house in Montana. I’ll let nature take its course. You will leave me there and take the Impala so I can’t get out.” Dean begins, but Sam’s quick to intervene.

“Dean, no. I can track down Y/N. When she hears what’s happening, she’ll—”

“Laugh and tell you to tell me to go fuck myself! I made my bed, Sammy. I gotta lie in it.”

“You’re signing your own death warrant!”

“Then so be it!” Dean roars, but Sam won’t back down.

“I can’t let you do that when someone can help you!”

“She won’t come because she doesn’t want me, Sam!” Dean yells. “How many times do I have to say it? She left me because I couldn’t give her what she wanted. For all we know, another alpha has already claimed her.”

“I have to try, Dean! I can’t just let you die!” Sam is trying to stay calm, not wanting to upset his brother more.

“Yeah? Well, maybe it’s what I deserve.”

“It’s not, and you know it. I’ll lock you in that cabin and take the car with me to keep you safe, but I will find Y/N.”

“Fine. I can’t stop you,” Dean relents. “But when she tells you she’s done with me, you will leave me there, and whatever happens, happens. Deal?”

“Deal,” Sam agrees reluctantly.

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[melithril]

[Adar] Defender

♫ - Weight of The World - Shayfer James

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A well known name among the inhabitants of Middle Earth, there were few who would stand up to you at any point. You were a kind person, and never one for conflict, but your name alone often instilled a sense of fear into others. Your house name was not something to be played with lightly. The weight of your lineage rang through the lands around you, and while that weight on your shoulders was something you hadn't wanted, it was on occasion quite useful.

Such a situation you had found yourself in with your husband, Adar.

"That won't be good enough, I'm afraid."

As the Elf slammed his hand down onto the table, Adar placed his head in his hands, trying not to act uncivil despite his frustration. He had been trying to negotiate a temporary trade route with a small group of Elves, who were being less than hospitable. You knew it would be a battle of words, but you hadn't expected the Elves to put up this much of a fight.

"And why not?" Adar asked, eyes narrowing at the blonde man before him. You knew that look, behind the eyes of your husband lay a thread of patience that was wearing thin. Very thin. The only reason he had not lost his temper yet was because he knew this route was necessary to keep his children fed and well. Without it, supplies would be dangerously low. 

As the two sides bickered, you had managed to stay out of it and remain quiet at the back of the room. Observing from a distance and choosing to involve yourself if necessary was the right way of dealing with the situation. You were all too aware that Adar could handle himself, and he was in relatively good control of his emotions half the time. However, you also were aware that this argument was running him thin.

You moved around the table and placed a hand on Adar's shoulder, and you felt his muscles relax at your touch. The stakes were high, and he had gotten stressed that the negotiation wasn't moving. As you stepped up, the Elf glanced at you and raised a brow.

"This is none of your concern," said the second elf, who had been stood behind his counterpart this entire time just as you had been. 

Before you could reply, the Elf that had been arguing with your husband placed his hand up, and his eyes flicked to the brooch you wore on your chest before they met your own. Clearly realising who you were, he smiled.

"I believe they can say their piece, for what it may be worth."

Your eyes narrowed accusingly. "It would be worth more than you may think."

Adar glanced up to you from his seat, though you couldn't see him, and he knew where this was heading. Adar had fallen for you because you were gentle and kind, and you wouldn't harm a single thing in this universe. Violence was not your weapon of choice if you could help it. Though, there had been times in which you had threatened adversaries with the wrath of your bloodline, and often it worked. The uruk knew now that it was coming. 

Amused, Adar was not about to stop you.

"I see no sense in  hanging around the matter, I know you are aware who I am," your voice cut through the tension in the air as the Elf nodded slightly. "And I do think it would be unwise to oppose us at this moment, do you not agree? This trade route is needed, and it would benefit both parties if you would simply agree to Adar's proposition."

You leaned across the table,closer to the Elf, stone-faced. The aura radiating off you was deathly. Voice barely at a whisper, you spoke through gritted teeth.

"I would hate for your names to reach my father."

The Elves cleared their throats, standing and moving past you to Adar.

"Your terms," he sighed, a glance of annoyance sent your way. "Are heeded. I'll have the papers and men sent to you to confirm. I hope you are happy."

Adar nodded, staying silent. You motioned for the men to leave, and that they did in a rather hurried fashion. Very unbecoming of Elves. 

"My, my," Adar mused, and you turned to see him smirking from his chair. Leaning back, he motioned you forwards with his gauntlet-covered hand. "That was certainly a show."

A sweet smile graced your face, all traces of malice gone as you walk to him, taking his face in your hands. 

"Adar, sometimes things need to be done properly, and sometimes this is the only way it can be done."

A devilish glint found itself in Adar's eye, as his hand rested on your waist now, the other had taken your hand into his own. The feeling of skin contact never failed to make him feel fuzzy, though he wouldn't admit that out loud. He pulled you onto his lap, circling your waist with his arms. You responded in kind, your hands burying themselves into his long locks. 

Leaning in, Adar pressed soft kisses against your neck and collarbone, relishing in the touch of your fingers through his hair. His kisses trailed all the way up to your jawline, and you gasped at the sensation. His lips were light against your skin, and once he reached his destination, he claimed your lips with his own. 

His kiss was searing, but gentle all the same. You didn't know how he managed it, but it was incredible. Adar pulled back from you, hazy blue eyes looking into your own as you stared back in wonder at him. Breathless, you spoke his name.

"Adar..."

"My starlight, shh," he placed a finger to your lips. "Thank you for defending me, it means a lot to me. Your unconditional support never waivers, and I am grateful for you. Please never forget that."

You smiled. "Nor you, Adar. I will always protect you, and I will always stand up for you. I'll always be your defender, no matter the cost."

He buried his face into your neck, taking you in, and you held him close as he did so, settling fully into his lap. This is where you stayed, as long as he needed you, however he needed you. These situations took the energy from him, and now you let him rest. Sitting there with him, you reinforced your prior promises to him in your head.

Whenever he needs me, I'll be there for him.

He'll never be alone.

[m4rv3l-girl]

Truth or Dare

Loki x Y/N

Y/N and Loki play together

Requests Open - See blog!

Warnings: none, but Loki in this a warning itself..

“Come onnnn, it'll be fun!” Y/N's voice was a persistent whine, bordering on playful mischief, as she pestered Loki for the umpteenth time. Her eyes sparkled with the kind of infectious enthusiasm that Loki found irritating—and, perhaps secretly, a bit charming.

She had been insisting for hours that they play Truth or Dare, a game she claimed was an essential part of Midgardian culture, but one that Loki found particularly banal. After all, how could a game played by mere mortals ever hold any value for a God of Mischief?

"Not only are your Midgard games dull," Loki retorted, his deep, velvety voice holding a trace of disdain, "but they are incredibly repetitive. I refuse to lower myself to such pedestrian frivolity." He crossed his arms over his chest, emphasizing his refusal with a firm tone, the very picture of regal disinterest.

Y/N, however, remained unfazed. Her persistence was unyielding, as if she could see through his mask of indifference. She gave him a pleading look, her eyes wide and imploring, like a child on the verge of a tantrum. "Please? Just one game?" She stretched the words out dramatically, her voice lilting in a way she knew he couldn’t ignore. “I’ll stop bugging you…”

Loki let out an exaggerated huff, his eyes narrowing slightly. He had faced far greater trials in his long life—battles, betrayals, even near-death experiences—yet the persistence of a mortal girl seemed more vexing than any of them. But perhaps, he mused, indulging her just this once would get her to cease her annoying chatter. Surely one game wouldn’t be too much of a compromise.

"...Fine," he muttered, his voice dripping with reluctant resignation. “One game."

Y/N’s face lit up instantly, her grin spreading wide across her face like a child unwrapping a long-awaited gift. She nearly bounced from her seat in excitement, her hands clapping together with an impish giggle. Without a second thought, she scooted closer to him on the couch, her knee brushing against his. She looked up at him with an almost dog-like eagerness, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Come on, let’s get this over with.” Loki’s voice was dry, and he tried to layer his words with as much disinterest as possible. But Y/N could tell—there was a flicker of intrigue beneath his aloof exterior.

“Okay, so it’s simple,” she explained, her hands gesturing as if she were explaining a grand, ancient ritual. “One of us will ask the other Truth or Dare. If the other chooses truth, you can ask them anything, and they have to answer honestly. If they choose dare, they have to do whatever you tell them.”

Loki’s eyes rolled in exasperation, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Primitive, he thought to himself. Mortals and their childish amusements.

"Right. I'll go first," Y/N declared, not wasting a second. She leaned forward, practically vibrating with energy. "Ask me!"

Loki sighed, rolling his head back slightly as if this entire ordeal were the greatest burden in existence. He supposed he could amuse her for a moment, if only to hasten the game's end.

“Truth or dare?” His voice was smooth and even, his disinterest more than apparent.

“Truth.” Her answer was quick and confident.

Loki narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking deeply. If he was going to play this ridiculous game, he might as well make the most of it. There was something to be gained here—a little insight, a little fun. His eyes glinted with an idea.

“Alright. Whom do you prefer: me or Thor?” He asked the question with casual arrogance, already knowing the answer, but curious nonetheless.

Y/N didn’t even hesitate. “You,” she said, her voice filled with certainty.

Loki’s brow raised, an almost feline smirk creeping onto his lips. “And why is that?” His curiosity was piqued, though his tone remained casual, feigning indifference.

Y/N grinned but didn’t fall for the bait. “It’s not my go anymore. Truth or dare?” Her eyes sparkled with challenge.

“Hm… I suppose I’ll pick the dare,” Loki replied, intrigued by what she would come up with. Surely nothing she could propose would be difficult for a God of Mischief.

Y/N’s mind worked quickly, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Her eyes danced with mischief as she leaned in, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “I dare you to say something in Asgardian.”

Loki blinked, slightly taken aback. Of all the dares she could have chosen, this was so... simple. He almost felt insulted. “Like what?” His voice was laced with boredom.

“Just something,” she pressed, her eyes alight with curiosity.

Loki grumbled, but complied, his voice sliding smoothly into his native tongue, the Asgardian words sounding like silk on air. “Du er altfor pen til å delta i en aktivitet så kjedelig.”

The words flowed effortlessly, the language rich and elegant, and for a moment, even he appreciated the beauty of it. Y/N’s eyes widened, mesmerized by the sound, even though she had no idea what he had said.

“What does it mean?” she asked, her voice soft and curious.

Loki’s smirk returned, a touch of amusement in his eyes. “It’s not my turn anymore. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Her response came quickly, and there was a hint of intrigue behind her voice.

Loki’s smirk deepened, sensing an opportunity. “I dare you to reveal why you prefer me over my brother.”

Y/N blinked, surprised at how easily he had turned the tables. Clever, as always. She bit her lip, her voice faltering slightly as she responded. “I like Thor, don’t get me wrong. But you’re… more interesting.”

There was something in her voice, something she wasn’t saying. Loki noticed, of course, and his smirk grew wider.

“More interesting, you say?” Loki preened, leaning back slightly in his seat, clearly satisfied. “That is true. I always was the more exciting brother. Truth.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, thinking of a question, and then, in a quieter voice than usual, asked, “Why do you put up with me?”

Loki’s brow furrowed, and for the first time since the game began, he looked genuinely curious. “Excuse me?” He leaned forward slightly, his emerald eyes narrowing.

“I mean, I know I can be annoying,” Y/N continued, her voice soft, her gaze avoiding his. “Most people can’t tolerate me for this long. Why do you stick around?”

Loki sighed, but there was a warmth in it, as if he were letting down his guard just a fraction. “Three reasons, darling. One, you are not irritating—your spirited nature is something most mortals are too dim to appreciate. Two, you are enjoyable company, and few people in this realm or any other can claim that honor. And three...” He leaned in closer, his voice lowering, the air between them thickening. “I’m a god. It takes more than a lively mortal to crack my patience.”

Y/N felt her heart flutter at his words, a warmth spreading in her chest that she couldn’t ignore. The affection in his voice, veiled behind his usual arrogance, was enough to leave her speechless for a moment.

“Truth or dare,” Loki said, breaking the silence.

“Truth,” Y/N whispered, still trying to recover from the feeling his words had ignited.

Loki’s eyes darkened with mischief as he leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. “Are you attracted to me, dear? Does my voice make you tremble? Do you feel your heart quicken when I am near?”

Y/N’s breath hitched. Her heart was pounding, and she knew he could hear it.

“That’s three questions...” she managed to whisper, trying to deflect.

Loki’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming. “One question with sub-questions, love. And I suspect the answer to all three is the same.”

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny it. “You would be correct,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Loki chuckled softly, the sound low and throaty. It sent shivers down her spine. “I thought as much. You don’t hide your emotions well, darling. Your skin turns the most delightful shade of scarlet whenever I touch you.”

Y/N’s face flushed even more at his teasing, and she quickly tried to regain control. “Truth or dare,” she said, her voice wavering slightly as she attempted to shift the focus away from herself.

Loki’s eyes gleamed, his smirk never fading. “Dare.”

The air between them seemed to grow heavy, and Y/N took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage she had. Her voice came out soft but determined. “I dare you to kiss me.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Loki’s eyes widened ever so slightly, his smirk faltering for the briefest of moments. Then, slowly, deliberately, he leaned in closer, his gaze locking with hers. The space between them seemed to shrink until there was nothing left but the anticipation hanging in the air.

[darkbackalley]

No Words Left Unspoken - The Phantom of the Opera x Male Reader

Warnings: None, other than absolute tooth-rotting fluff and a TEENSY-WEENSY bit of projecting lol

FEM-ALIGNED BLOGS DNI

Note: OMG I ACTUALLY POSTED? I’m low key so sorry to everyone that I’ve been gone for so long, PLZ FORGIVE ME! I’ve been going through an INSANE Phantom of The Opera phase recently, and this idea has just been floating around in my brain, so I figured that I’d write it. I also wanted to write the dialogue in French and finally use my skills, but I realized that there’s way too much talking for that :( also this thing is SO LONG

FIC UNDER THE CUT

The Opéra Populaire had never seen anything like it before. A Kabuki troupe had arrived from Japan, bringing with them a style of performance so foreign, so alluring, that it transfixed everyone who witnessed it. Among them was Y/n, a star working with the company to achieve fame, and an onnagata—a male actor who specialized in female roles. His grace and beauty were unparalleled, his every movement capturing the very essence of womanhood. His long, flowing robes and painted face transformed him into a vision of ethereal femininity and often rivalled that of the women in the production team. One thing that y/n often struggled with, however, was many thinking that he is just a beautiful woman playing these roles, and as an actor, he was feminized into this twisted version of himself that wasn’t a true representation of him.

The Phantom of the Opera has always watched from the shadows. and here he was, watching yet again. But something was different this time. This new form of theatre was not unwelcome here, as the Opéra Populaire has always been a home of the arts, no matter which kind, and he had been entranced by the performers before, but Y/n was different. The Phantom had always believed that true beauty lay in tragedy, in the forbidden and impossible love he had harbored for Christine Daaé, But Y/n’s presence had stirred something new within him, a deep and unexpected longing. Slowly closing the hole Christine had left behind.

Night after night during the rehearsals, The Phantom watched as Y/n glided across the stage, his delicate hands moving with precision, his voice lilting in melodies foreign yet intoxicating. The Phantom could not take his eyes off of him. From the moment Y/n entered the opera house, Erik had been captivated, convinced that the performer was a woman of unmatched beauty and grace. His heart, once so hardened by rejection and isolation, softened at the sight of her— though Erik did not yet know the truth.

He left notes in Y/n’s dressing room, signed only with a flourish of a rose. He composed hauntingly beautiful pieces on his organ, each one inspired by the way Y/n moved, the way his voice danced in the air. Gone was his melancholy opera pieces, replaced by works that were softy and harboured unseen adornment towards his muse. The Phantom’s obsession grew, as it always did, until he could no longer bear to remain unseen.

On opening night, after the performance, The Phantom made his move. He waited in the fly tower, his heart racing as Y/n finished his final bow and made his way backstage. The theater was emptying of both patrons and performers, but Y/n stayed behind, unwinding from the night’s work, his silken robes draped around him. The Phantom, cloaked in darkness, stepped forward.

“You are a vision,” his voice echoed through the room, low and melodic, sending a shiver down Y/n’s spine. “An angel who has graced my stage and my theatre.” Y/n turned slowly, his eyes searching the shadows. “And you are you?” he asked, his voice gentle but curious, his accent wrapping around the French words in a way that made them sound even more delicate.

“I am the one who watches from the dark,” Erik replied, stepping into the dim light, his mask catching the glow. “I have admired you from afar, but I can no longer keep my distance.”

Y/n froze for a moment, thrown off, before his lips curved into a soft smile, his painted face serene. “You are the Phantom, are you not? The one the others speak of.”The Phantom nodded, his breath catching as he looked into the other’s eyes—so soft, so full of mystery. He had imagined this moment, this meeting, countless times. He could not resist the pull any longer. “I have seen many singers, many dancers, but none as captivating as you.”

Y/n tilted his head, curious. “Why do you find me so captivating?”

The Phantom stepped closer, his voice a whisper. “Because you are a woman of great beauty, of talent unmatched.”

Y/n’s smile faltered slightly, his eyes flickering with something The Phantom couldn’t quite read. He had encountered this before—audiences who fell in love with the woman they believed him to be, only to realize the truth later. But something in the Phantom’s intensity made Y/n hesitate.

“I am not what you think I am,” Y/n said softly, his voice gentle but firm.

The Phantom frowned. “What do you mean?”

Y/n hesitated, then gracefully reached up and began to remove his ornate wig, revealing his hair underneath. “I am not a woman,” he said quietly, turning away from the Phantom. “I am an actor. An onnagata. I play the role of women, but I am a man.”

For a long moment, The Phantom said nothing. He stared, his mind reeling with the revelation. Y/n’s delicate features, his graceful movements—how could this be true? But as the silence stretched on, the Phantom realized something that surprised even him.

It didn’t matter.

He stepped closer, his mask hiding the emotions that swirled within him. “You say you are not a woman,” he said slowly, “but that does not change what I see. You are an artist, a performer, and I am drawn to you—not because of the mask you wear, but because of the soul behind it.”

Y/n looked at him, his dark eyes wide with surprise. “You do not care that I am a man?”

The Phantom shook his head, his voice softer now. “No. I care that you are you. You are more than your role, more than the costume or the mask. I see beauty in your art, in your spirit. I have lived my life behind a mask, hiding from the world. I know what it means to be unseen for who you truly are.”

Y/n’s breath caught in his throat. He had never met someone like him, someone who saw beyond the surface, beyond the illusion. Slowly, he took a step closer to the Phantom, his eyes searching the latter’s for the truth.

“Then perhaps,” Y/n whispered, “we are not so different after all.”The Phantom’s heart pounded in his chest as he reached out, gently taking Y/n’s hand. “No, we are not.”

In that moment, there was no need for masks or performances. The Phantom, who had always believed himself incapable of love, found solace in the presence of the one person who understood his isolation, his need to hide. Y/n, who had spent his life transforming into someone else on stage, found comfort in being seen for who he truly was. They stood there, together, in the dim light of the opera house, their connection as real as the roles they had once played. And for the first time, both the Phantom and the Kabuki actor knew what it meant to be truly seen.

[quietlyblooms]

alright, friends, it's time for a lil heart-to-heart.

for quite a while now, i've struggled with feeling like the rpc is an actual community. there's a few things that contribute to this feeling, but it mostly comes down to a lack of interaction and visible interest. sometimes i feel very one-sided in my interest and attachment to my mutuals bc when i see their ooc posts or headcanons, i like them or comment, yet this isn't reciprocated by everyone. i can usually guess who i'm about to see in my notifications, and to be absolutely clear, i'm very grateful for those people!! it's a handful or two of you, but it could be just one and i'd be grateful. it's not about numbers whatsoever but rather growing uncomfortable that not all of my mutuals are all that interested in my character or me.

i write on here to share the excitement of creating with other people. i write on here to create together, too, but i'm also here to share characters and ideas and lore with people i know are happy to hear me ramble. i'm just getting to the point in which i'm questioning how many of you are actually happy to listen, and that's just not a good feeling at all. i'm not a mind reader, y'all. if you don't tell or show me that you care about the things i talk about or even about interacting, there's no way for me to know. eventually, i'm going to question why you're following me if i never see or hear from you, and eventually, i'm going to softblock and move on. that's the only way forward i see right now because i just do not feel comfortable on my own blog. i feel like i'm retreating into this quiet bubble to avoid discomfort, and it really sucks. it's killing my muse.

i'm not perfect. none of us are, and we can't be online at all times to catch every little post. but if we're a community, then we should be supporting each other when we can and liking headcanons, liking/commenting on those lil ooc posts that remind us our writing partners are humans with lives outside this site, reblogging their promo posts, sending in that meme they've reblogged even if we're nervous to reach out first -- if we're a roleplaying community, then we need to act like it. " community " implies connection, and a connection doesn't really begin when you follow each other. it begins when you reach out, even if it's in some small way.

tldr: i think we can all do better to support our mutuals and to connect, and i'm going to softblock people rather than continue to feel unsure where i stand with my mutuals. i won't start until sometime next week, and i won't make one of those " like this to remain mutuals " posts. they're not helpful to me, if i'm honest. if you're worried, just reach out. i'm literally a 4'9'' gremlin who sleeps with a m.unchlax plushie -- i promise i'm not scary despite this post uvu

[lau219]

!!! Special Kinktober Treat !!!

While I won’t be updating any WIPs until November, I thought I’d share some teasers for upcoming chapters of Anything You Need, as people seem especially eager for that one. I hope you guys enjoy, and please comment and share!

*mild spoilers, but not really, but read at your own discretion*

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The leggings she wore could have been painted on her, accentuating every bend of her legs and the sculpted curves of her divine ass. She had to be bare underneath; there was no way anyone could get away with wearing panties under leggings like those, and the thought had Cillian’s hands nearly twitching with the thought of reaching out to grab her ass and verify if he was right.

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Flustered and insanely aroused at the sight of him without a shirt on, Y/N was still trying to piece together a single logical thought when Cillian looked at her and spoke again as someone handed her the garment bag containing her dress.

“You know, you’re going to have to stop answering that phone if you want any chance of actually being able to get ready,” he said to her with an amused smile.

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“What’s the big deal?” Cillian said.

“You really are completely oblivious, aren’t you?” Y/N asked him with an affectionate smile as she looked at the photos again. He either truly had no clue how handsome he was, or he just didn’t care.

“Oblivious about what?” he asked, and Y/N just softly shook her head with another smile.

“Nothing,” she replied.

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“I’m absolutely not the right person to be doing this,” Y/N insisted again as Hannah helped her adjust the straps of the sexy, intricate bra that criss-crossed down her back.

“Girl, please, you are the perfect person for this,” Hannah replied. “You look drop-dead gorgeous.”

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“Is this…is this your sweater?” Y/N asked him, still blushing furiously as she looked down at her body and tugged gently on the sleeve.

“Yeah,” Cillian replied as he remained in the doorway. “I gave it to Kat in case you eventually wanted to change. None of your stuff was here, and you were refusing to leave the room, so...”

He smiled at her amusedly.

“Oh, God,” Y/N groaned in embarrassment as she put her face in her hands. “I’m so, so sorry. Please tell me that that’s the worst thing I did.”

Smiling again, Cillian assured her it was — he wouldn’t tell her everything she’d revealed in her adorably drunken state. At least, not yet.

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Staring at each other, the sexual tension and desire in the room was overwhelming as their eyes met after Cillian had taken his time raking his gaze over every inch of her.

“Come ‘ere,” he said lowly, his voice heavy with arousal.

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[silenceandpatiencepining]

I am dusting off my little blog here because TTPD has my mind absolutely reeling. I am really wondering if anyone else listened to this and had this feeling that the album confirmed everything that they were thinking was going on with her. I know we talk so much about reading her songs beneath the surface of muses or certain details used to craft a story, but to me, TTPD reads so strongly of her reckoning with her life in the industry. like, it's so much more than the relationships. it's the comp het, it's the religious trauma, it's the being exploited as a child star, it's deep wound of abandonment and neglect when she as a person got split off from her brand and both could not thrive, it's giving everything to this brand and career and fandom and that still never being enough. it's her codependency with the very people that exploit her. it's the fact that she is bigger than she ever imagined and none of it feels how she wanted. it's the simultaneous love and resentment she has towards her family, and relationships, and career, and yes, even her fans.

the rawness of this album, the unrefined feel, the summation poem talking about this as mania, the continuation of the cage imagery and themes of escaping to her mind/fantasy, the coping with criticism, numbing it all with alcohol, the willingness to burn it all down and disgrace her name because none of this is what she wants or at least not how she wants.

I have seen so many criticisms of the album and honestly, I understand where they are coming from, but I also think the things they criticize make the exact point of what this body of work is - something that exists for it's own sake to turn things back on the people that made her into what she is now. art created not to be acclaimed but because it demands to be expressed. it is an exorcism, an expulsion. it is something that erupted from her. and it's so meta because this fandom and the industry are voyeurs in an echo chamber so desperate to see what they want that they miss that this is about them. that is what makes it brilliant to me - it is self-indulgent and metaphorical, and complex, and so direct, but yet still masked just enough that people miss it. her entire life has become performance art. it is a play within a play. and I fear the audience has not caught on.

it feels like she is reclaiming it all. I feel like this could either be a hint at a new beginning or a signal that she has broken and this is the end. this felt like the tell-all memoir written in code that everyone else will finally understand when she really leaves this spotlight. it's the lucky one come to life. she is daydreaming about fucking it all and leaving this life behind so she can finally have some goddamn peace.

I love this album for it as art. it is so expressive. it is so heartbreaking. it's messy and nuanced, and I think it is going way the fuck over most people's heads, especially when you really dig into poetry being the theme and the specific works she references. it's only been a week and I am just starting to really dig in but talk about a fucking iceberg.

[spikemuths-pride]

I Don't Do Encores, Get It?

🎵 Hey, I'm Piers. Used to be Spikemuth's dark type gym leader, but now I'm just working on my music with my Pokémon, and looking out for my little sister Marnie.

🎵 Rai-Rai insisted I make a Rotomblr blog so here I am. I'm definitely going to regret this.

🎵 Feel free to send me asks though. Can't guarantee I'll respond to every one of them.

OOC

Tags (IC):

# humble song 🎵 - general post

# humble response 🎵 - asks

Tags (OOC):

# evil bitch art - my art

# evil bitch yaps - ooc textpost

Tags (AUs):

# pokémon sing too 🦡 - talking pokémon/PMD ocs

# ft. a pretty metal guy 🖤 - human ocs

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CW: There will be occasional sexual jokes (no actual NSFW or anything overtly suggestive) and references to smoking/drinking on this blog, but nothing more than that.

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This blog is post canon by default!! This Piers is mostly canon with a few headcanons (transmasc, mainly uses he/him pronouns but is somewhat open to they/them and she/her too).

When interacting with canon character/oc blogs, I'll tag their name. The only exceptions are Raihan, Leon and Sonia, who will be tagged as Rai-Rai, Leo and Sunny.

I'm very open to being involved in other people's AUs and interacting with ocs, but I will tag them as such.

The mod is a minor!! Absolutely no NSFW. The muse is a an adult, however, so being a tiny bit suggestive is alright but not encouraged. I'm Neil, I go by she/her pronouns, and my main blog is @evilbitchartist.

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Associated blogs under the cut!!

Associated Blogs

Owned by Me:

@evilbitchartist - main blog

@evilbitchrps - rp hub

Owned by Others:

Canon Characters

None yet!

OCs

@worldstarkali - Belongs to @peachyyjellie

If you wish to have your RP blog added here, just send me an ask! It's preferable that you have a pinned intro post, and you HAVE to have one if it's an OC blog. I'll reblog your intro post if you have one, and add your RP blog to the list. I allow multiples of canon characters!!

[semiis]

I'LL BE BACK W/ SEMI EITA

pairing: semi eita x reader

genre: drabble ; fluff

warning(s): none

a/n: another old post from one of my old blogs. it was one of my personal favorites because i am the biggest semi fucker. hope you enjoy it!

you woke up to cold, flattened sheets. it was early morning, the crack of dawn, an hour you rarely saw. normally, you’d sleep in until 10 AM, feeling well-rested. yet the absence of warmth beside you, the vacancy where your lover should have been, woke you up. 

groggily, your eyes roamed the dimly lit room, catching a faint glow coming from the bathroom. the bathroom door, slightly ajar, revealed a fleeting glimpse of your lover’s figure before the door swung fully open, revealing himself dressed from head to toe. 

you frowned, confused. he wasn’t the type to get up early, let alone before you. you watched as he tousled his messy ash blonde hair. his dark brown eyes met yours, widening briefly before softening, a smile curling his lips.

“good morning love,” he said, approaching the bed. placing his hands on the mattress, he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “what are you doing up so early?”  

“i should be asking you the same thing, semi,” you replied, your hands instinctively finding their way to the back of his neck, drawing him closer. his chuckle, a melody to your ears, reverberated in the quiet room. 

his arms encircled your waist, his lips brushing your ear. you shivered at the warmth of his breath against your skin. “did you forget what day it is?”

before you could respond, the shrill of semi’s alarm shattered the moment. he let go of you to grab his phone, showing you the screen. a sigh escaped your lips as realization dawned. your hand gripped his wrist, pulling him back onto the bed, flipping the positions. you nestled your head against his chest, clutching his shirt tightly. 

he laughed softly and patted your head, then gently tilted your chin to meet his soft gaze. 

“do you really have to go?” you pouted. 

his thumb caressed your cheek, his fingers tracing the corners of your lips in an attempt to transform your pout into a smile, “baby…sadly i do”

with a resigned huff, you rolled off of him to let him get ready for his tour. you did not want to make him late for his flight. though the thought of his departure filled you with utter sorrow, you knew the joy performing brought him. and, in turn, brought you as well. knowing him since high school, your pride in his achievements were boundless.

lost in thought, you smiled without realizing, but it did not escape semi’s notice. his eyes softened at the sight, and he leaned in to place an unexpected kiss upon your lips. 

you watched as he gathered his backpack and suitcase, ready to leave. 

“i’ll try to bring you lots of souvenirs, okay?” he beamed, “and i’ll be back as soon as you know it.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, nodding to acknowledge his words. 

“i love you,” he stated softly, the sincerity in his voice causing your heart to melt. 

“i love you too, semi,” you replied, waving as he left the room. the door closed with a gentle click, and you collapsed back onto bed, your gaze fixed on the ceiling above. it was the only interesting thing at the moment.

“another 3 months to myself,” you mused, the weight of his absence already settling in. 

© semiis 2024 ; do not translate, repost, modify, or copy my work.

[galars-weatherman]

Lucky of You to Spot Me, the Great Raihan!

🌤️ Hello! I'm Raihan, social media star from Hammerlocke, and Galar's best gym leader!

🌤️ I'm technically a dragon type specialist, but I like to think of myself as a weather specialist. I control the weather as a please!

🌤️ Living in Galar and want to take on the Gym Challenge? Drop me an ask or a DM, show me your battling skills, and I might give you a recommendation!

🌤️ Always happy to answer any questions from fans!

OOC

Tags (IC)

# weather forecast 🌤️ - general posts

# fanmail 🌤️ - asks

Tags (OOC)

# evil bitch art - my art

# evil bitch yaps - ooc textpost

Tags (AU)

# and i thought the dynamax phenomenon was weird 🐉 - talking Pokémon/PMD characters

# collab!! ⚔️🛡️ - human ocs

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CW: There will be occasional sexual jokes (no actual NSFW or anything overtly suggestive), but nothing more than that.

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This blog is post canon by default!! This Raihan is mostly canon with a few headcanons.

When interacting with canon character/oc blogs, I'll tag their name. The only exception is Leon, who will be tagged as Lee.

I'm very open to being involved in other people's AUs and interacting with ocs, but I will tag them as such.

The mod is a minor!! Absolutely no NSFW. The muse is a an adult, however, so being a tiny bit suggestive is alright but not encouraged. I'm Neil, I go by she/her pronouns, and my main blog is @evilbitchartist.

Gifs made with blinkies.cafe!

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Associated blogs under the cut!

Associated Blogs

Owned by Me:

@evilbitchartist - main blog

@evilbitchrps - roleplay hub

Owned by Others:

Canon Characters:

None yet!!

OCs:

None yet!

If you wish to have your RP blog added here, just send me an ask! It's preferable that you have a pinned intro post, and you HAVE to have one if it's an OC blog. I'll reblog your intro post if you have one, and add your RP blog to the list. I allow multiples of canon characters!!

[katt-behind-the-muse]

Hello! Welcome to my hub!

So I have a lot of accounts, and I decided to make a hub to organise everything and to have a place to scheme.

There will also be arc alerts here! If you enjoy my blogs, I recommend you pay attention here!

As for personal details, I'm Katt, she/they, adult, I love Hawlucha if you can't tell by the blog theme and consistently have :3 floating around in my head like a DVD screensaver that has not hit the corner yet.

I'll use the tag 【Rotomblr hub】 throughout, plus the respective blog tag or 【Katt's Musings】 per post. I also now have 【Katt's Ballification Beam】 where I do little ball doodles of people's characters!

Below will be my blogs as well as links leading to masterlists for each one respectively!

If a blog is a primary blog, it'll have a ⭐️ next to it and a respective emoji! If it's a secondary blog, it'll have the emoji of the one it links to!

NOTE: "Active" is used pretty loosely with my blogs, so if you don't see a few posts for a few days, don't worry, I'll get some out eventually! :>

EXTRA NOTE: On a monthly basis, on a weekend, I visit my partner, so if my activity stops during that time, that's why.

The Blogs:

⭐️🪄 @gaia-channel - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - My first Rotomblr blog so has content from where my skills were a bit rusty. This is also where I will like and follow from primarily! Based on the Ferrum League + general Ferrum cast! [ACTIVITY STATUS: SEMI-ACTIVE]

🪄 @keiths-fashion-corner - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - A personal side blog for Keith, Ferrum League Member and famous model! [ACTIVITY STATUS: ACTIVE]

🪄 @blueberry-academy-official - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - The official social media blog for Blueberry Academy, run by Travis, Ferrum League Member and Cyrano's nephew! [ACTIVITY STATUS: ACTIVE]

🪄 @thetuxedohawlucha - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - A blog run by a talking Hawlucha, based in Circhester with his trainer, who is actually me! [ACTIVITY STATUS: ACTIVE]

🪄 @essence-unlimited - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - A blog for my fan region, Yufaria! The blog also features a small handful of canon characters! [ACTIVITY STATUS: ACTIVE]

🪄 @official-team-trident - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - A blog for Yufaria's evil team, lead by Shrieker/Silas, a dwarf Psychic wanting to prove himself! [ACTIVITY STATUS: SEMI-ACTIVE]

🪄 @ctrl-alt-roman - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - A blog for Roman, the ex-Team Trident tech expert, also accompanied by his boyfriend and the Prince who is protecting him! [ACTIVITY STATUS: ACTIVE]

🪄 @champ-cabinet - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - A blog for all of the champions, including some original characters! [ACTIVITY STATUS: ACTIVE]

🪄 @office-b-help - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - A blog run by B, a licensed therapist, who is actually the Ultra Beast, Buzzwole! [ACTIVITY STATUS: VERY ACTIVE]

🪄 @literal-arc-real - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - A blog run by...Arceus?! Here after being pestered by his colleagues (employees?)! [ACTIVITY STATUS: ACTIVE]

⭐️🏳️‍⚧️ @tobias-the-legend - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - My previously most active blog, run by Tobias, one of the fandom's most hated rivals, striving for his dream acting career! When he's not running the blog, Darkrai takes over! [ACTIVITY STATUS: SEMI-ACTIVE]

⭐️💢 @augustine-key - [MASTERLIST GUIDE HERE] - A blog run by Professor Augustine Sycamore and his boyfriend, Monsieur Pierre! [ACTIVITY STATUS: PARTLY INACTIVE]

Bonus Blog:

🌎🪄 @miitopia-rotomblr - A Miitopia run with Rotomblr's muses! [UPDATES ON WEDNESDAYS AT MINIMUM]

Active Events:

[ His Open Mind ]

Active Arcs:

[ NONE. ]

Other Resources:

[ Mii QR Codes ]

[thegapbetweenmoments]

Closed Starter for @my-many-muse-rp-blog

What Dane lacked in experience, he made up for with a level of spontaneity befitting a fae with nothing better to do.

Did he realize that the court was in session, or even that he wasn't fully welcome in it? Of course not.

Did that in any way stop him from simply walking into the building, then bee lining directly through the halls and up to his old friend even as she sat amid a massive gathering of high fae? Not even in the slightest.

A room that had previously been filled with discussion, debate, and laughter went dead silent as he wandered directly up to Jackie, and loudly remarked for all to hear. "Miss Conners, it has been too many years since I've seen you! And to find you among a group of boring strangers is so unbecoming of you!"

His words echoed through the magnificent halls, bouncing through the ears of nobles of all ranks, yet the smile on Dane's face showed that he was none the wiser even as he was clearly making a scene.

[jayywrites]

CURRENT STATUS: closed - not taking on any new plots but happy to connect for future writing!! <3

hi there, welcome in. i follow #JAYYWRITES & my discord is jayfl01 add me and lmk your username on tumblr so i know who you are. this is an indie rp penned by jay, 31, she/her. i am semi-selective, i write in para form, and i prefer discord. there will be NSFW content and kinky themes and NONE OF THIS WILL BE TAGGED, so please don't follow if easy triggered or under the age of 21. open to taboo plots but will need to be discussed as getting back into this and not yet created a list of plots/kinks im open to. kinks plot most open to: daddy/sir, breeding, 24/7, begging, overstimulation, age gaps (legal), and most things that can be done during kinky sex like slapping, choking, hair pulling, edging, dirty talk liiiike that stuff. banned kinks: grooming, underage, incest, trafficking, pee/poop/vomit, beastiality, this writer prefers m/f and has a preference for writing male muses. hmu as always looking for new plots and fun ideas! also i love plot and ships so do come if you would like to do just that with no smut involved. no pressure at all for smut to be the focus/or only thing. if you are bothered by any of the topics or writing in this blog please do not interact or follow. DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL if under 21! about ⚡︎ guidlines ⚡︎ muses ⚡︎ plots ideas ⚡︎ wanted faces

*ADDED TO EMPHASISE: I LOVE SHIPS AND PLOTS THAT ARE NOT SMUT/NSFW AS WELL SO YOU CAN WRITE WITH ME EVEN IF SMUT IS NOT YOUR THING!!

[hungryyheart]

some of you may have noticed my activity has dropped off significantly across all of my blogs and i wanted to quickly explain why!

since the summer of 2023-ish i've been experiencing changes to my health that unfortunately worsened considerably last month. being a scottish person i elected to ignore it until i couldn't anymore. i'm in the process of getting diagnosed with what i'm presuming will be some kind of digestive disorder, but in the meantime, my energy levels are fucked because i'm very rarely getting to use any of the nutrients i consume. my last blood test also revealed that there's a possibility i might have a genetic disorder that would also contribute to the fatigue/tiredness.

good news is we ruled out all the scary stuff, bad news is we're not technically any further forward and probably won't be for a while. my case was reviewed by another doctor recently who has suggested loads more tests to be run, so we're being proactive but... because it's through the NHS... we are being proactive very slowly.

i also had my autism assessment denied by the first private clinic i reached out to because it was too complex lmao :( but as of today i'm on the waiting list for a clinic that i think will be a lot more supportive! that was a bit of a bummer though, ngl.

point is i'm having to use whatever energy i have left from working and living my life sparingly and recently i've been choosing to spend it on personal writing projects. i'm writing all the time, i'm just not doing a lot of writing here and i feel shite about that! because i love writing here! i love being part of this community!!! this hobby keeps me sane and as much as i love writing for myself there's nothing quite like the collaboration that rp offers. i would like to get back to being active here and i hope i can soon!

apologies to everyone i owe, i am NOT neglecting our dynamics on purpose and please know i am thinking about your muses Always. everyone has been so patient and i appreciate the fact that none of my moots have unfollowed me yet even though it would be justified 😭 i am clawing my way back to you.....

[softly-potter]

White rose in Bloom Event - Day 6

Day six for WRW🌹hope you like this one!

@whiterose-fans-blog

Prompt: First kiss

Word count: 610

Warning: none

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Ruby presses the back of her knuckles to her mouth, trying to slow her breathing as she watches Weiss brush out her hair.

Their last night together before Weiss goes back to Atlas, and yet Ruby had still not felt the timing. She’d dreamed of kissing Weiss for years, and now that she had the chance, she’d frozen every time.

“I think I'm all packed.” Weiss says, pulling Ruby from her thoughts. Blinking, Ruby drops her hand from her mouth, nodding quickly.

“G-good, that's good.” She replies, and Weiss raises a brow.

“Ruby, come on, are you still nervous about moving back with Tai?” Weiss asks, puts a hand on her hip. “I’m sure he’ll let you be just as independent as you are now. Trust me, when it comes to the dad department, you’re winning.”

Ruby smiles and settles on her haunches in front of her own bag. She had been packed since earlier this morning, her comic books settled nicely on top of her clothing, but she nervously double checked it anyways.

“Nah, I know,” Ruby says with a grin. “He’s the best.”

Her heels clicking on the wood floor paneling, Weiss walks across their dorm and sits on Ruby's bed, crossing her legs at the knees. “Is something going on? You know you can tell me anything right?”

Ruby looks up at her from her crouched position and finds Weiss beaming.

“I know, I-” Ruby swallows, standing straight before sitting next to Weiss. “You just make me nervous.”

Weiss lets out a laugh that sounds like the twinkling of bells. “Me? No way.”

“Yes way,” Ruby giggles. Weiss places a hand on her shoulder, fingers chilly before leaning close and pressing a chaste kiss to Ruby's cheek.

It could be friendly.

It could mean nothing. But Ruby is about to lose Weiss for the summer and she can’t let it slip by.

As Weiss begins to pull back, Ruby moves forward and presses her closed mouth to Weiss’. Weiss freezes, her hand clutched to Ruby’s shoulder, until her lips soften and she kisses her back.

Heart hammering, Ruby drops her chin, her lungs expanding before looking up nervously. Weiss’ eyes are wide, and she presses her hand to her mouth.

“That-”

“I’m sorry-”

They speak at the same time, and Ruby swallows thickly, nervous energy in her veins until Weiss’ face cracks, and she lets out a small laugh.

“What’re you apologizing for?” Weiss muses, scooting forward. “I’ve been thinking about that all semester.”

“You-” Ruby splutters, her face hot. “You have?”

Weiss rolls her eyes and cups the side of Ruby’s face, her thumb skimming over her chin. “Mhm. Now come back here.”

Closing the distance, Weiss kisses Ruby softly, her mouth smooth as her tongue runs across the seam of the other girl's mouth. Ruby hums in weak surprise, grabbing Weiss' wrist as she turns her face, relishing in the feel of Weiss against her.

It's soft and faint, Weiss’ tongue massaging Ruby’s in slow tandem. She tastes like sweet cream, her mouth plush and when she moans, Ruby feels a pull in her abdomen.

After a few moments, Weiss pulls away, scarlet painted on her pale cheeks, and it takes Ruby a few moments to remember to breathe correctly. Beside her, Weiss’ scroll buzzes and she swears as she reaches for it, her eyes rolling once she’s read the message.

“It’s my sister, I gotta go,” Weiss hums, and she grabs Ruby's hand, giving it a squeeze. “But… I look forward to doing more of that when we come back. Okay?”

Ruby smiles, squeezing Weiss’ digits and wishing she never had to let go.