#Thank you!! ❤

[bells-of-black-sunday]

14/15 for munday questions? -cosmosoracle

Munday | Accepting @cosmosoracle

14. what do you think about roleplaying with personals?

I feel like this falls into a similar vain that I have with self-inserts, I don't know. I have nothing against them personally, I just genuinely feel more comfortable having that separation between mun and muse. I write a lot of muses that are horrible people and say horrible things, I don't want to risk that getting mixed up with with how I talk to someone ooc if that makes any sense.

15. what do you think about roleplaying with anons?

Really depends on what it is, longer drawn out threads no, but simple interactions like commenting on my threads or my muses relationship I'm perfectly fine with responding to in character. As long as it's not like super weird or overly malicious, I'm fine with just about anything.

[the-blue-wraith]

ballet slipper and coral for pink asks 🌸

ballet slipper— with only one word, describe how you feel at this moment

"Anxious" I'm still anxious about my current job, I don't know if I'm doing good or not. 😩

coral— what’s something you’re passionate about?

I'm really passionate about making edits/gifs and writing, it's my kind of stress reliever.

Ask me!

[sharkinlovewithadolphin]

for the 2022 in review, questions 8 & 14!

2022 in review asks

8. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? A Magical Tale of Fire and Wonder. It's my comfort fic, my self-made and self-indulgent home <3 14. What was the hardest fic to title? Idk why but it was so damn difficult to title Like A Bullet. After weeks of trying to come up with something, it ultimately came down to a vote between two titles in which @illbebuyingallofthoseflowers and @dandelionmeadow helped me pick that one

[sparklyhyperbole]

hi! thanks for the tag on that WIP game! i actually put all my wips into one big document, so i don't have any titles to share :( but i'm curious about yours! can you tell me about "Arena/Reigning Champion/Wild Horses"?

--@uncleskyrule

No worries, friend. 😌 Whatever method works for you as a writer, stick with it!!!

So this is my first longfic coming along. I think I'm anticipating between 12 and 15 chapters? I have 2.5 officially written but how much of that is *actually* postable is questionable. 😂

The premise is this: Link is a colosseum fighter who's earned the title Hylian Champion five years in a row. During the off season, the colosseum hires its fighters out as mercernaries. Being from Faron, his mercernary contract is usually purchased by Hyrule's Faronian garrison to teach them jungle warfare and Yiga combat.

Enter princess Zelda, who is rumored to be the most gifted in the line of Hylia's wisdom weilders and who attempts a secret research mission to the jungle of Faron. Naturally, it goes terribly awry and out champion's mercernary contract is rewritten to make up for her lack of body guards.

Sheikah are being mysteriously 'taken' and a Yiga threat is rising all the while.

WhAt wILL hApPeN?!! 😂

Anyway— I posted a bit from chapter 1 on an earlier ask. So here's a bit from chapter 2.

"Her lungs burn but fear is fueling her legs and there's plenty to be had. She runs and weaves and feels too many branches tearing by her face and outstretched hands, far too numb to note any pain as her ankles roll and crunch. A gully claims her in the dark and she tumbles down. Her legs haul her up and labor on, lungs screaming for air. The terrain is changing, trees spread out more. She's easier to see now, she knows.

A barely-there whisper of fabric behind her and she screams again, jerking to the left where a dancing orange glow beckons her. There's no time to debate whether it belongs to friend or foe before charging headlong towards the campfire. Men. A group wearing the brown standard tunics of field soldiers. They all leap to their feet and was that the sound of a bowstring?

She skids to a heaving halt in the middle of their camp, whipping around to look behind her when a weight slams into her shoulder carrying her backwards into the dirt. She trembles and kicks around, her hair tangling in the thick black shaft of an arrow protruding from her shoulder. She reaches for it, only dimly registering the sounds of killing and deranged laughter.

Nausea is climbing back up her throat and she's praying desperately she didn't just arrive as Hylia's angel of death for these men when a figure crouches over her. She flinches away but he gathers her hands together. Blue eyes gone black in the orange glow of the fire. Horror and concern turn the edges of his mouth down and widen the corners of his eyes. Link's words wash over her like a warm breeze. "I've got you, Your Highness."

[the-raindeer-king]

(A/N: prt 4 and the finale of the Mama Riley au! Thanks for all the support and nice comments. It means the world to me! No content warnings. Enjoy!!)

If the ground would swallow him whole, Simon would consider that a blessing. God, he never should've asked his mom about you. Of course she'd clock him. Who knows the man better than his own mom?

He stares blankly at you for far too long. Long enough that you're wondering if there was a chance Mama Riley had it all wrong. You open your mouth, ready to backtrack the statement, when Simon settles a hand on your thigh.

“I… yeah. It's true,” he answers you. He tells you it's fine if you don't feel the same. You were his mom's friend first, and he can see how deeply you care about her and vice versa. He wants his mom to be happy.

“What about what you want?” You ask, curious.

Simon's quiet for a moment, thinking. He wants to marry you, but that might be a bit much to admit right out the gate. So he gathers his nerves, and quietly admits, “I want to kiss you.”

You can't help but smile in response. You lean in a little closer to him, your eyes already half lidded. “I want you to kiss me,” you reply softly.

The kiss is a little awkward. It takes Simon a second to get comfortable in the kiss, but it's good once he does. (You find out later on that it's his second kiss.) His hands come to cradle your face, tipping your head back to deepen the kiss. That's when the kiss becomes perfect, the kind that makes your head spin.

You break away at the sound of the door opening. Simon's hands linger in your face for a moment longer, before he drops them back down to his sides. But you're quick to lace your fingers with his, more than eager to start displaying affection. You've been holding back for far too long.

Mama Riley smiles at the both of you, a coffee in hand. “You kids get your feelings worked out?” She teases.

You and Simon share a look, before responding simultaneously.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Yeah, Mum.”

Going to sleep that night is incredibly bittersweet. You two finally made progress, just barely started your relationship, and he's leaving in the morning. Simon has never hated his job more than now. He's waited, since the day y'all met, for this, and he doesn't feel like he even has a chance to enjoy it.

But it makes returning, two months later, all the more worth it. This isn't the first time you've gone with Mama Riley to pick him up, but this time is different. There's no fanfare, no balloons or signs, although you and Mama Riley had joked about it. But there is a new energy in the air, excitement to see your boyfriend.

He's easy to spot amongst the crowd, tall and imposing. But you see the way his shoulders sag with relief, when he spots you two. He greets his mom first, crushing her in a hug. There's some whispered words between the two of them, before Simon turns his attention to you.

He hesitates, before tugging his face mask down. “Can I kiss you?”

You can't help but giggle a little, nodding your head. His hands move to cradle your face, so gentle despite the horrors he's witnessed. And when your lips meet his, Simon decides there's no better way to welcome him home.

[originalartblog]

Tiny skk Thunderstorm Megacomic part 1 - part 2 ↓

Continued under the cut ↓

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❤

Chuuya had managed to hide that (very embarrassing) fear of lightning for all those years through careful movement planning, dubious self-control and luck. Today is probably not the day he'll talk about it, but lucky for him, he wasn't the only one here who would have liked to keep more stuff to himself.

[candlebel]

Do we charm you?

[pi-la]

[greyhands]

More stress than peaceful moments in my life lately, need a puppy eyes Nate ❤

[hajihiko]

inspired by a convo with @miggylol, some Peko loving ❤ I wouldn't call it a xmas present but maybe ... a stocking stuffer?

[bells-of-black-sunday]

3. on what platform did you start RPing? 13. what do you think about OCs?

Munday | Accepting

3. on what platform did you start RPing?

R.oblox unironically, then moved to skype, deviantart and chat rooms like that. I have fond memories of it even if I was a dumb ass kid who probably said and did things I shouldn't have.

13. what do you think about OCs?

I LOVE peoples ocs???? I love seeing the passion and work that goes into them and how creative people are???? I only have a few of mine on this blog, but I'm always open to talking about them or like anyone's for that matter. I love talking to people about their own characters. Original universes and established cannons don't matter, they're so neat.

[the-blue-wraith]

9, 21, 37, 43? :o

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

Hot coffee all the way!! I can drink hot coffee even in hot weather! 🤣

21. something you’ve kept since childhood?

Letters, keychains and an autograph book that I had in elementary school. They still hold precious memories until now.

37. someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

My childhood best friend, we don't talk on a daily basis like we used to but we've known each other for more than a decade now.

43. what’s your take on spicy foods?

I love spicy foods!! Especially spicy noodles. I always prefer spicy when it comes to various foods.

Ask me!

[itsallaboutbl]

We can have dinner anytime. But now... I want to have you first.

[rafecameroninterlude]

hii again ik i just sent one but what about rafey manhandling you out of a party when you get into an argument w some girl who was like trying to get all over him (he was clearly not into it and was telling her he had a girl) and then him eating her pussy in bed that night saying that shes the only one he wants cause he loves her and her pretty pussy so much -👛

warnings: arguing, oral (f receiving)

you were sitting next to rafe when the broad stumbled over to him, so high out of her mind that she didn’t notice your head resting on his shoulder. “hey rafeee!” your eyes shot to the source of the voice, your boyfriend immediately glancing over at you. “you got a line for me?” she smiled, tripping over her heels before falling right into his lap. “yo, come on!” he pushed her, “watch the fuck out, i got all this shit out right here.” you glared at her, annoyed with the way she was looking at your boyfriend.

“i don’t have any money on me, but i could pay you with something else..” rafe’s lip curled in disgust, physically cringing at her while you fought the urge to drag her out of the house by her hair. “go be a mess somewhere else, i got a girl.” rafe pulled you closer to his side, her eyes finally landing you. “all lines are fifty dollars, babe. sorry, no free plays around here!” you flashed her a smile, running your hand across rafe’s chest, “this is your girl? my god, i’d think you have higher standards, ray.. guess not.” you took a moment to examine her.

“then what does that make you?” you stood up. “the whole world could see where your hair extensions start, your lashes are hanging on by a thread, you desperately need a nail fill, and you could barely walk in those things called heels.. you’re as low as they come.” rafe was already packing his stuff, knowing how this would end if you two didn’t leave right now. surrounding partygoers were now looking at you two, your boyfriend tugging on one of the belt loops of your skirt. “my daddy is chief police, i’d watch out if i were you. i could shut your whole operation down.” at that, rafe cursed under his breath, dragging you away before anything could escalate.

“do it then! and make sure you tell him how you’re an easy coke whore while you’re at it!” rafe picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder while you tried to squirm out of his grip. “put me down!” it wasn’t until he made it to the truck that he placed you in the passenger seat, your hands shoving him away when he tried to talk to you. he groaned, making his way to the driver’s side. “you should’ve defended me.” rafe looked over at you with wide eyes. “i should’ve defended you? against what? the idiot that couldn’t tell left from right?” he laughed.

“it’s not funny.” you crossed your arms over your chest, scooting as close to the door as you could. “are you seriously mad at me right now?” you swatted his hand away when he reached over, making him shake his head. “just wait till we get home.” you rolled your eyes, ignoring him for the rest of the ride. you were quick to get off the truck once he pulled in, slamming the door shut as you ran inside. rafe scoffed, “well that was a little dramatic.” he went up upstairs, groaning in frustration when the door knob to his bedroom didn’t budge. “you can’t lock me out of my own space!” you were naked, about to step into the shower before you shouted, “i just did!”

you took your time under the hot water, washing off all of the irritation and anger from tonight. you knew rafe did everything he could to establish himself as unavailable and uninterested to that girl, he even pushed her for crying out loud. the guilt for being mad at him was starting to seep through, making you open the bedroom door after you got out of the shower. once you changed into a pair of his boxers and a baby tee, you climbed underneath the sheets, waiting to hear his footsteps walk in. eventually he did, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“i’m sorry,” you apologized, “i just get so mad when someone thinks they can just flirt their way into getting your attention.” he turned, rubbing your leg through the comforter. “no one, except you, has my attention, y/n. nothing else matters to me.” he uncovered you, fingers toying with the waistband of your, well his, bottoms. you sighed, pulling him to your chest where you cradled his head. “i promise i won’t be mad at you when it comes to other girls. i trust you.” he kissed you before pulling away, sliding his boxers down your legs.

you let him have his way with you, a gasp leaving your lips when he pulled your thighs on top of his shoulders. “you never have to worry about anyone else, no one even compares.” rafe left wet kisses on your folds, your back arching off the bed when his tongue met your clit. “i’ve never met someone so beautiful, ‘never seen a pussy this pretty.” he spread you apart with his thumbs, marveling at the sight of you. “you’re the only girl i need, ‘the only one for me.” you knew rafe had a mean head game, but one hour later and he was still making you cum until tears rolled down your cheeks. “please! it’s too much, rafe,” you sobbed, your body on fire as your legs trembled.

he finally pulled away, his lips shining with your slick. “i love you.” he rubbed circles into your skin. rafe waited until you were able to meet his eyes, your chest falling and rising with each breath. “i love you, too.” you blinked slowly.

[originalartblog]

they're experiencing issues over at the Armed Detective Agency

[fuckyeahgoodomens]