#as told by ginger roleplay

[manilafm]

Notices : Macie Lightfoot from As Told By Ginger, Lily Luna Potter from Harry Potter, and Vicky from The Fairly OddParents are now reserved for the next twenty-four hours !!

[freckliedan]

omgomg What hornyposting have they done - same anon :3c

check out my fuck energy tag for receipts on varying levels of overtly horny moments to things that ping for me but possibly not universally. but also, an in depth but not exhaustive list:

they have a bondage bar on their bed which dan has flippantly replied to a tweet about

sister daniel video

the april fools nude

dan probably agrees that phil is naturally ginger despite his hair color being an auburny brown at best due to pube color. sorry that i said it out loud rather than keeping it implied.

interactive introverts shock buzzers shown im witl were bought from an online sex store, dan told us on twitter

halloween pumpkin carving video has "so horny they're stupid" energy, dan's in a mesh shirt

this ii era liveshow in australia; the next video on the gaming channel was of the dumber ways to die mobile app.

ii era "getting that d vitamin" shirtless dan selfie ft clothes in the bushes behind him. photo taken on a brief break from touring when dnp + martyn and cornelia were spending a few days on vacation. "lapping up the d vitamin" comments about phil as well in a liveshow afterwards

phil's ii era side to side by ariana grande insta story

phil's mysterious white stain on his costume shirt insta story from the lead up to ii

"please be gentle with the handcuffs, i have sensitive skin" from witl/ii—sensitive skin is usually about like.. being sensitive to scented soaps and stuff. this is not an intuitive connection to make. it leads me to believe that's knowledge they have from experience

when the ii dvd was released, the bbc rated it whatever it rated it (can't remember) because of a couple engaging in erotic roleplay (amongst other reasons) which dan acknowledged on twitter and did not disagree with at all

dan's horny attitude about dentist visits

handcuffs and videogames sims moment

dan's kinky tumblr reblogs from the era when it was normal to rb softcore porn on here, including a fair amount of horny qbout blood posts

in that light: dan wrote and published the urge

phil bringing up mpreg as often as he does pings as horny for me; the hand falls into this category in a deeply bizzare manner imo

phil recognizing a delivery guy from gay emo porn

dan hogtied in christmas garland on their breakfast bar in manchester

dan's 2009 nakedbooths—nudes posted largely to flirt with phil. particularly the nakedbooth dan posted of himself in phil's bedroom where phil's holding lion in frame to censor dan's dick

phil's "milk" dailybooth

dan's "i WANT you to tie me up" dailybooth comment on phil holding up a belt

dan on formspring answering whether he swallows or spits

dan replying to someone in the comments of a phil vid pointing out hickies he had after dan visited him in 2009

uma thurman tweet

formspring answers about cherry & piña colada lube + cherry reference in the vday vid + sleuths online spotting specific lube in one of their suitcases at one point

phil used to post constant thirst traps before dan came into the picture have you SEEN ry @dnphobe's emo boy edit?? have you seen phil's check yes juliet and toxic vids????

thank you for coming to my ted talk, i know i'm missing loads.

[vividmilk]

MY BEST FRIEND RATES AUDIO ROLEPLAY CHARACTERS (BASED ON LOOKS)

escaped:

ashley (10/10) - reason: he looks like her boyfriend the basher (2/10) - reason: 'he looks creepy af' badaboom (3/10) - reason : 'he looks like he's just murdered someone and he's proud of it' jean (3/10) - reason : 'he looks very awkard and it's not givin' fair enough

shining armour:

ellion (4/10) - reason : 'he looks very zesty, and i hate his name.' triton (1/10) reason: 'i don't like the way he's looking at me. it's giving cat boy from pj masks' IM CRYING HELLO? kai (1/10) reason : 'i don't like the way he was looking at me, he looks drunk and like he has tits' xavier (0/10) reason : 'i am terrifed of spider webs and gingers, get that away from me' logan (2/10) reason : 'he looks like he's been put in a psyciatric hospital. … HE HAS?!'

scythe:

JayJay (3/10) reason: 'his eyes are scaring me, but i like his hair' (honourable mention maverick (6/10) reason: 'she laughed for 2 whole minutes after seeing this imagine of maverick insert maverick in the dark') hunter (2/10) reason : 'he looks old' V (7/10) reason : 'i like his jacket and his jawline, and his hair is nice (thats about new V)' Atrocity (0/10) reason: 'he looks like a psychopath (he is), he looks like an old guy (fair) and i just don't like him.' James (1/10) reason : 'he gets a sympathy point for getting his leg broken, but he looks like he's on crack.'

YV:

seth (4/10) reason: 'i like his jacket and the eyebrow looks nice' charlie (6/10) reason : 'i think i just have a thing for blondes' ya think? big red/ lucien (0/10) : 'that looks like it came from satan.. IT DID?!' finn (3/10) reason: 'idk he just looks cute, i like his glasses' (but minus points because he looks like vagely someone we hate :,) he was a five) auron (-5/10) reason : 'YOU LIKE THAT?!' kill yourself. /j

RA (based on poor descriptions.)

blake (0/10) reason : 'just when i thought highly of someone.. (i told her about the basement.)' hush (1/10) reason : 'at least he learnt to cook for someone.'

please bare in mind, she's only seen their designs and doesn't know shit about any of them

[shyfoxsky]

Gif Credits: DailyShirbert on Tumblr, PopularCultureSource on Tumblr

It's that time of year again for me to question foxes! If you know me from Instagram, you'll know this is pretty normal, and if I'm new to you, then welcome, my name is FoxSky, and I started out as a therian believing myself to be a red fox, which is where my name came from.

This isn't anything unusual, me considering foxes again. These guys are about as integral to my identity and journey as a therian as my actual theriotype. I started out as one, and no matter what, I keep coming back to them. Some part of me even wants to consider them as a theriotype on the side, call myself a polytherian. It's just how my identity has always been, dancing with these little ones throughout the eight and a half years I've been awakened.

Though, one weird thing I've noticed is that as my identity has become more complex and I've understood it and my self-image more and seen myself more in detail, considering my body type and the black accents along my face, ears, back, and tail, I've been looking a bit more at cross foxes than red foxes. These are the same animal, cross foxes are just a partially melanistic color morph of a standard red fox (not a cross between a red and silver fox (simply a fully melanistic red fox) as I was told multiple times when I was a teenager in the community and being a pet or fur farm fox was all the rage so all the foxes could be unique from each other on Instagram with cool coat colors), but it's still an interesting development. I think that as my personal identity has changed, not just my animality, but also my personal fashion style and music taste and aesthetic, I've begun to unintentionally incorporate my place in the emo subculture into how I see myself as an animal. My red hair has always been something that's carried over, as I simply see myself as a ginger creature, both in a human and nonhuman sense, but now I'm starting to see the addition of my black attire doing the same and becoming fur accenting alongside the red. Where I used to roleplay warrior cats as a straight ginger cat, now I lean far more into calico and tortoiseshell. It just feels more right to me.

I don't know if I am a fox or not. A lot of people in my personal life, especially my mate, associate me with them and see me as one more than as a wolf. I don't know if I'm hesitant to call them a theriotype because I don't want to believe I am the same creature I am now that I was nearly a decade ago or if they genuinely just aren't me, but as of late, I don't think it really matters. It's nice to have a set theriotype that I can use as a placeholder for my human face here online for all of you to see me as, but in my day to day, it isn't that serious. Wolves and foxes are very different, but also very similar. They're both carnivore-leaning omnivores that live in the same areas and habitats and are both extremely skittish and wary, the main differences being their body sizes and prey sizes, sociality, and certain things like denning habits, but that doesn't detract from the similarities. Some days I don't feel fox at all, and some days I feel almost entirely fox. I think the main difference comes in that I rarely if ever don't feel like a wolf, but I do go decently long periods without even thinking about foxes. I don't know if that's a normal thing for polytherians or not, but I have bigger things to do than worry about all that, like finishing my degree, getting my first job, and moving in with and getting married to my mate. So, for now, I'm content with a Venn diagram where wolves overlap my "Me" circle pretty much entirely and foxes overlap those two about halfway.

If anybody's wondering what exactly spurred all this by the way, it's because my mate bought me the lego 3-in-1 fox set to build together for a date night and it made me feel some way that I needed to jot down.

[swiftie-sherlockian]

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿Cardiff Surprise Songs🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

🩷I Forgot That You Existed x This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things🖤

🤍I Hate It Here x the lakes🩶

So naturally I’m going to say something about the second mashup as it’s my favorite TTPD song with my favorite folklore song. They’re my favorites because I heavily relate to them. I joked to some friends a few days ago about a mashup of these two and the fact that she’s done it blows my mind. I’m a young introverted AuDHD woman who is very self-conscious and constantly daydreaming and creating music and worlds and stories in my mind and I’ve been like that for as long as I can remember. I used to be extroverted but I think years of grade school bullies and more recently the rise of the pandemic has turned all that on its head. I don’t exhibit the symptoms of maladaptive daydreaming, but I do frequently find myself more at home in my daydreams than I do in my real life in college and my pretty much otherwise nonexistent social life. Aside from the lovely woman I live with, who we’ll call “Libby” and her fiancé we’ll be calling “Clint”, Tumblr is how I talk to most people. I do have other friends in college, but we don’t really hang out and text often. Tumblr and my writing is my great escape, and admittedly, it’s not just Taylor’s music, especially in folklore and evermore and quite a few of the Anthology tracks on TTPD that makes me feel seen, as Taylor wrote folklore and evermore during lockdown;

It’s Sherlock. Mates, there are several reasons why this sideblog serves as both my place for Sherlock RP/posts and Taylor posts, and only part of it is how imhaimh (my Johnlock fic I’m writing on AO3 you can read here) is slightly inspired by Taylor’s music, especially the third chapter roughly based on The Albatross, and the fact that several of her songs remind me of Sherlock and John in general.

It’s the fact that Taylor Swift and Sherlock Holmes make me feel the same sort of feelings, even here when talking about things like this. I am an anglophile. I dream of moving to London. I have the same passion for the city Taylor does even though I’ve never dated a London Boy. It’s been years since I’ve last been, and I bloody miss it for all it is. The lights, the double-decker busses, Harrods, the Underground, being on top of the Shard, riding the London Eye, sightseeing in general (I’ve been to all the big sights; well, most of them)

And then my dearest Tumblr mutual and imhaimh beta reader @gingaaaaa (Hi Ginger! It’s Coral! You rock, mate!) told me to watch BBC Sherlock, and I did. And I adored it.

And it kills me how much I relate to Sherlock. 😂

Oh, believe me, I am nowhere near his level of intelligence, but still… you may remember from my old run of the roleplay back when Shezza was involved as Sherlock that I had taken Myers-Briggs for the first time in several years to find that I was INTP despite having been ESFJ when I was younger. I had completely FLIPPED, which I did not expect. Our brains work similarly despite me lacking a Mind Palace (as far as I know; probably looks more like a Mind Flat to me 👀) and…

I am starting to suspect that I am a high-functioning sociopath.

And I know Sherlock really isn’t, but I’ve looked at the symptoms and I am manipulative 😂 I am so deceitful and in such an unhealthy way. But seriously, it’s the antisocial tendencies I get the most. I am an “I work alone” type person most of the time, and from on here, it may not seem like it, but I am. If I could find my John someday, I would be eternally grateful, but for now, I am my own blogger.

This post is so derailed. It’s 21:11/9:11 PM and I am delaying brushing my teeth to write this post. Haha

But yeah. I’m only 20. I’m still growing as a person. Fuck, I thought I knew exactly what I wanted in life when I was 14 and I was wrong! Here I am changing my major because college helped me decide that my “dream career” would have actually been a bloody nightmare! LMAO

Thanks for sticking around, by the way. I’m a fucking dork, but to my mutuals, whether I met you on my main @adumpofdumbstuff or on this sideblog, I am your fucking dork. Take care.

[blackmarketcraftsupply]

ruminate 808

the first time I ever got high on acid, I went with my best friends and my girlfriend to one of their houses and did it. I had done acid before, but it had never worked for me until that day. I remember a set of things very clearly: lying on the ground by the kitchen watching the sun bounce of the rug, going outside and watching the trees dance in the woods behind the house, taking one of my old sockets to a wrench that I used to smoke gravity bongs with and taking a blowtorch to it until an oil-black residue came spilling out onto the rocks near the campfire. These are the things that I remember about that day when I’m remembering good things about my life. I remember one of my friends losing his mind to an Infected Mushroom song and dancing around to it without abandon. 

But that’s also when shit started to really hit the fan in terms of my girlfriend and I. She had cheated on me before with her ex-boyfriend, whom she had kept in her life under the guise of how good her ex’s relationship with her little brother was, who wasn’t doing very well in school. “I have a kink about having sex with ex-boyfriends, as a concept” she had told me before. I thought it really might be just a concept- just a kink that maybe we could roleplay sometime for her. But it wasn’t. She broke up with me temporarily once after I had lymes disease over the course of a family vacation that was an absolute slog to get through. She had been seeing him over the course of the week, and I’m sure she saw him again before we finally got back together. I don’t remember how or when we finally did, but we were together again for me and my friends to take acid.  She never asked if I wanted to get together for anything, sexual or otherwise, during the times we were apart or after the conclusion of this story, so I’m pretty sure this wasn’t a concept but just a way for her to normalize continuing to keep a relationship with her ex for whenever she felt like that’s something she wanted, really. 

Well, we all took acid, and she didn’t, but one of my best friends that was there was pretty much the closest I had been to anyone besides a romantic partner perhaps. He and I had lived together for a year briefly before this, and I spent more time with him than almost anyone else by my recollection. We used to all get home from high school together and hang out, and then after we were done hanging out it was a common occurrence to go back to our own houses and meet up again virtually to play video games together. He was the one who drove us here. There was a point in the trip where I remember sitting on the floor while both of them were sitting on the couch under a blanket together. “Is there enough room for me over there?” I wanted to sit next to my girlfriend. The answer was no. I was high. There were other people there. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but I have a lot since. This was one of the bigger red flags. I had work the next day, and when it got late, they told me I had to go home. I wanted to stay, I said, but they wouldn’t let me stay. My other friends drove me home. They stayed. They wouldn’t let me stay. I thought a lot about the blanket. What do you want me to say? That I didn’t think that whatever they were planning to do that night, it got exacerbated by them having the privacy of being under the covers? 

The next day, I went to see her after work. I brought her a ginger ale and I was ready for us to talk and be happy for a little bit and chalk it all up to the fact that I was being paranoid about it- that this is what acid does to you, and that I really should just let it go because I should trust the girl who I had been dating, I mean, this was one of if not at the time my best friend. They wouldn’t do this to me, right? Well, we didn’t. She told me that she didn’t believe I was responsible enough to do the things that I said I would do. I asked her if I fixed them, If I showed real work on being able to do this, could we stay together? She said no. We broke up. I thought I was going to freak out, so I stormed off. I called and texted her a lot over the course of the week after I had calmed down, but it was no use. Whatever she had decided was not going to budge. I wasn’t even thinking about the night before after that. I was sure it was the acid, sure that it was unrelated to how I was feeling or the things that were happening to me. This was my best friend and my girlfriend. Who the hell else are you supposed to trust in this situation? 

Now, everyone else at that party was pretty much there for me. “I know breakups can be hard on the people who are around us” I said. “I don’t want you guys to feel like you have to stop being anyone’s friend over this.” I didn’t want her to get any external flak for breaking up with me, that’s just not how it should work. I got responses from everyone except from him. People came to see me because I was in need of some support during that week that followed, but I couldnt get ex-roommate to come and see me. “I’ve seen everyone but you!” I said. “I got used to seeing you a lot. It would be really normalizing for us to hang out.” I implied. He came over and I put a video game on but he barely played. He barely talked to me. I got high and tried to talk about normal things, but he was just not responding to me like he normally would. He spent the whole time texting someone. I’m sure you can guess who by now. 

I was hanging out with someone else from that night, and I think this is where my brain just fogged up the details in my head on exactly how we got to the next part, but I think it went something like this: we drove past her house and saw his car there. We went to the Sheetz convenience store nearby and I asked my friend if he would call ex-roommate for me, because there was obviously something going on here. Asked where he was.

“I’m at Sheetz!” He said.

“Oh, no way us too.” We responded.

“Oh, well I’m not by the one we usually go to. I’m at the one over by [x].” That was the one that we stopped at when we thought we saw his car at her house.

“That’s the one we’re at right now.”

I don’t remember how that call ended, but I asked my friend to drive me over to her house. I just had to see for myself. I had to make sure. I’m fine if someone doesn’t want to reveal where they are to me, but this was something much more specific. We arrived. It was his car. I asked what he was doing here. He told me I needed to leave. I repeated myself, and so did he. Whatever, I’m about to freak out. My friend and I leave, and on the way home, I receive a call from HER mother.

“You can’t come over here and be scaring her friends like that.” Hearing this is like someone just tore up half my book. Her friend? Is that how we are referring to him now? 

“Ok.” I responded.

“You just can’t come around her scaring her and her friends, ok? That’s not something that you’re allowed to do.”

“Ok.” The phone hung up. I don’t remember anything else that happened that night, but as the days went on, I was getting more and more depressed. Now, I was already on depression medication, but it certainly didn’t help with any of my thoughts about what had just happened to me. I thought I was going to kill myself. I mean, I really wanted to. I wanted closure from either of these two people whom I had loved and trusted so much. I asked auxiliary friends to contact them, just to ask them if they would speak to me and maybe just really tell me what was going on, but they wouldn’t. I asked them to convey how important this was to me, and that if they cared about me at all as a person, then I would just really like them to at least tell me something, anything at all. That maybe they waited till we were really broken up, that maybe my old best friend felt like this was something he did out of love for her (something I’d at least understand) and not because it was just easier to cut me out of his life, or hers. They responded to this by calling it childish. Telling other friends who asked them for me, who saw how bad I was, to stop asking and to stop mentioning me altogether. I made a post online insinuating that my ex and my best friend were now having sex with each other, and that’s when she made one too.

“We aren’t even having sex.” Cool, alright, well now I fell like I’m invalidated AND like I’m an asshole. I join group therapy because I think I’m going to kill myself. I start to move on just a little bit- just enough to distract myself with dating apps. I meet a girl who I recognize, and we meet up. She was friends with my ex’s sister, something that I wasn’t aware of when we matched initially. She came to pick me up and I got in her car. 

She had been over to my ex’s house since then. She had seen my ex-roommate and my ex-girlfriend together. “Oh, but they’re not having sex,” I say. She informs me that this is simply not the case, and that my ex would regularly come down in her underwear, and that she could hear them having sex sometimes. 

This was a few years ago. I haven’t seen them yet but every once in a while someone tells me that they saw them again, and after I explain to them that I should not be on the list to be reminded of that, I think of a few things.

1) They’d better fucking make it. They’d better be rally fucking in love or else this shit was all for nothing. 

2) Not that I’ve ever thought about it or anything, but he has a cracked sternum, so if you punched him square in the chest with enough force it would probably kill him. Not that I’ve ever thought about it or anything. 

Anyway, thanks for being the void I can scream into. Couldn’t sleep tonight. 

[coldfanbou]

Momma's Boy

I'm really cutting it close with these birthday fics. Here's a Momo quick for all y'all. A small titjob, a mommy kink, and a sprinkle of breeding are involved.

Length 1.2K

Momo x Mreader

You wake up struggling to breathe as you feel two large mounds pressed against your face; as you begin to struggle, you feel their retreat. That’s when you realized Momo was tightly embracing you while you slept. “Oh, it was just you, Momo. I thought I was going to die.”

Momo gets up close to your ear, and in a slow seductive voice, she says, “You will if you can’t please, mommy.” She takes a step back, and you get a full view of her outfit. A tight dress that shows off her toned stomach and hugs her every curve. 

“Oh, mommy, you’re all dressed up.” What had initially started as a one-time roleplay became a kink for Momo. She loved this idea and couldn’t live without it now.

“I had some business to take care of, and then I came home to my baby sleeping when I needed some stress relief. Will you be my good boy and help mommy out?”

“Yes, mommy.” 

Momo rubs your cock through your shorts as she gets by your ear again. “That’s what I like to hear. Now let me see that big hard cock of yours.”  After pulling down your boxer and shorts, Momo lays down behind you. Her soft and smooth hand reaches around, searching for your cock. She gives agonizingly slow strokes, so she can continue whispering to you. “Did my little boy miss his mommy?” 

“Yes, mommy. I missed you.”

“Tell me how much you need me. Tell me how much you need me to stroke your cock.” While you give your answer, Momo starts nibbling on your ear. She sent shivers down your spine as she continued to toy with you. She’d take small licks at your ear, loving how you shivered.

“I need mommy Momo. I can’t live without her.” 

“I’ll make sure you get everything you want.” As Momo continues with her slow strokes, she takes a moment to squeeze down on the head of your cock. “I’ll give my good little boy everything he could ever want, but first, you have to help me get rid of all my stress.” 

“I’ll make sure to get rid of all your stress, mommy, I promise.” 

“Then help me out of these clothes.” Momo gets in front of you, slowly undoing the zipper holding the top portion up; you see it fall away. Her bare back is now facing you; you hold onto the bottom part of her dress as she stands. Her shapely ass is free of its confines. Momo, as her dress drops to the floor, takes ginger steps out of it. When she turns around, Momo presses her body against your forcing you onto your back. Her big tits rub against your chest. “You love my big tits, don’t you? I bet you want them squeezed around your cock.”

“I want your big tits around my cock, mommy, please.” 

“Fine, but you can’t cum, okay? It’s all going to go inside my tight pussy, understood?” 

“Yes, mommy.” Momo slides down to your cock, leaving kisses along your body.  Momo gives it a sloppy kiss before taking it in her mouth. Her eyes watch you as she bobs her head; her tongue swirls around it, bringing you even more pleasure. Once she thought you were sufficiently slick, she popped you out of her mouth and wrapped her tits around your cock. Momo starts pumping your cock using her tits; when the head of your cock pokes out the top, Momo takes the opportunity to lap at it. You moan, “Fuck, mommy, your tits feel so good. as she moves her tits around your cock. 

“Does my boy want to cum all over his favorite tits?”

“I want to cum all over your tits, mommy.”

“You’re not allowed; you have to hold it in, baby.” As you feel your climax approach, your cock starts to pulse between Momo’s tits. Knowing what’s coming, Momo stops her titjob and moves up, straddling you. “I told you you’re not allowed to cum unless it’s in my pussy, didn’t I?” 

“Yes, mommy.” 

“And you nearly painted my tits with your cum right now. I need to give you a punishment.” She says with a wink. Momo grabs your cock and presses it against her folds; without another word, she drops her weight, sinking onto your cock. You can feel Momo’s pussy stretch to fit you inside her. She screams in pleasure, “Oh fuck! My baby’s so big; I can feel him hitting my womb. You’re going to pump all that cum in your balls into my womb by the time I’m done with you.” Momo lifts herself until the head remains inside and drops down again, impaling herself on your cock. Your cock slides in without a problem; you feel her walls exert a lot of pressure on your cock, as you force them apart. “Fuck, this is just what I needed.” She grinds her hips against you, prompting moans from both of you. You hold onto Momo’s hips as she continues bouncing on your cock. As you watch her tits bounce, you can’t help but lean forward to get one in your mouth. Momo’s moans grow louder as you do so. “That’s right, baby, suck on mommy’s big tits, make her feel good.” You move your hands down her body, reaching her ass you give her a hard smack. “Oh, you naughty boy! Spanking mommy like that.”

Taking her tit out of your mouth, you tell her, “I know you like it, mommy,” before giving her a few more hard smacks leaving her ass with a handprint. Momo takes the opportunity to kiss you. Her lips crash against yours as she forces her tongue into your mouth. You grip her ass hard enough to leave small imprints of your fingers when you release your grip. Momo’s continued use of your cock drives you both to the edge. She can feel your cock pulsing inside her as you tell her you’re going to cum. 

“Cum inside, mommy, pour all your baby batter in my womb! Breed your mommy!” Momo again drops her hips down on your cock, engulfing it all, as you start to unleash wave after wave of cum. Your orgasm triggered her’s as her pussy tightened around you, milking your cock. Momo collapses on top of you once her orgasm ends. “You did such a good job pumping mommy with your baby batter; I’ll get pregnant for sure.” She mumbles

As the two of you lay there for a moment, you ask, “So, how was your day, sweetie?”

Momo laughs as you act like you hadn’t fucked each other’s brains out seconds earlier. “It was fine, just a lot of boring work today. I really just wanted to come home to you today.” She peppers your face with kisses before continuing. “I missed you so much; I’ve barely been able to see you with these promotions going on.”

“Don’t worry about all that, Momo; let’s just cherish these moments together. You know if you get pregnant, we could spend more time together.”

Momo slips your cock out of her before lying next to you with her head on your chest. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Yeah, right. Let’s just sleep like this; you’ll be my big teddy bear, right?”

“Always Momo.”

[manilafm]

I was told that I am allowed to join this RPG too. I am still unemployed and with no paid job right now. So, I can handle two RPGs. I just, uh, still live with my parents due to not having the money for a house of my own. Thank you for understanding all of that. Can I please reserve miranda killgallen from as told by ginger? my O.O.C. is Angie/21/she&her/P.S.T. thank you!

Sure thing !! And we can accept your application, and we can accept your reserve request !! You're welcome !! Yes, you can join this RPG too, Angie. And we completely understand that !! I am still unemployed too, and I do not have a paid job at this time either. Miranda Killgallen from As Told By Ginger is now reserved for you for the next twenty-four hours !! You're welcome, Angie !!

Notices : Miranda Killgallen from As Told By Ginger is now reserved for Angie/21/she&her/P.S.T. Time Zone for the next twenty-four hours ( until February 22nd, 2023, at 8:20 P.M. in the P.S.T. Time Zone ) !!

[whitehareknits]

My Aegosexual Journey 2022 Update!

So. The main reason why I'm re-posting all of this for Pride this year is because I have an update!!

At the beginning of the Coronavirus outbreak, I met someone on here. A human by the name of @serah-e-nerd we connected over good omens and a few weeks later, started RPing a story with Aziraphale and Crowley. (And I got their permission to name drop them😂)

I'll skip many a detail here, but the long and short of the story is that we developed a strong friendship outside of our roleplay. This friendship turned into a crush. The crush turned into an exchange of feelings. We are now in a relationship! The sappiest, most fluffiest, most groan-inducing of relationships.

And the best part? There's no pressure from either of us. Both of us are on the gray asexual spectrum and are completely comfortable with just being sickeningly romantic with each other without being physical. (Aside from spooning and hand holding and knuckle kissing. I told you. Cotton candy FLUFF). The only downside is that it very much is a long distance relationship. They live on the east coast and I'm sweating my ass off down here in Texas. The upshot is that our relationship was formed as a long-distance one long before it was even a relationship. So we know how to handle the distance. When we do get to visit each other, which is painfully rare, but still welcome. We just get to enjoy each other's company in our very own nerdy way.

Another side of this relatively recent development, is that I finally came out to my parents. Since I never knew how they were going to react, and I honestly didn't ever see myself as being lucky enough to get into a relationship, I thought I just wouldn't need to. I always resolved, however, that if I did get into a relationship that was less than straight, I wouldn't keep it from my parents. (Serah's genderfluid and our relationship is quite very, most exquisitely not straight.)

The first one I told in my family was my younger brother. He was the only one who knew I was Ace and Pan-Romantic. His only reaction was making sure I was aware that my new partner was a "ginger". Which they are.(and a very handsome one at that, Serah😏)

Next I told my Aunt Tish, as I was visiting Mom for the weekend and wanted her advice as to how to tell her the news. Her reaction was very much this face🥹.

I was super nervous about telling my mom and dad. Not that I ever expected they would disown me or anything close to that. It was more, the uncertainty on whether or not they would believe me(?). Which is understandable and 10000%, any parents who might be reading this, why it is way easier to come out to someone you just met versus someone you've known literally your whole life. Someone new doesn't really know you yet, and it's a lot easier to mention your preferences because they're learning about you anyway.

It's much harder when it's a close family member who has known you from the beginning and has a very set or specific way that they view you because you already have years of history together. And something like your identity and/or sexuality not being straight and cis can be a hard pill to swallow when they've known you for so long in this one way.

So telling my mom was nerve wracking. But I decided to do it right away at the beginning of my visit, so we could get it out on the table and have plenty of time to talk. She had questions of course, but was AMAZINGLY ok with it. (I'm starting to suspect my literal decades of not dating may have tipped her off😂) She has gotten to meet Serah through video chat and apparently they passed the "Italian mom" test. She still tells me to tell Serah "hi" for her whenever I chat with her on the phone.

If telling mom was nerve wracking, the thought of telling dad was a blind shot in the dark. My dad is definitely the more conservative of the two of them. BUT he's always been most chill about my personal life choices and my "un-desire" to date. So I had no idea which way his reaction would go. He unfortunately wasn't there when I was visiting Mom, and I knew I wouldn't see him in person until June if not July (this was back in March). I really didn't want to tell him over the phone, but I also didn't want him to be the last to know by several months. So I resolved to call him and just have it out.

His response? "Ok! No issue on my end. Do you have a picture of you both?" Unfortunately I don't, but I plan to amend that on our next visit. But HOLY HELL, IT WENT THE CHILL ROUTE!!! Omg. Weight off my shoulders!!

So now that they both know, I have no problem being fully open about it. I was never super in the closet before. I would describe it as "in the closet with the door open". As I had no problem telling friends or anyone who wanted to know, but wasn't about to go talking about it using the specific terms "Asexual" or "Pan-Romantic" to my parents, or anyone who would tell my parents.

So yeah! This is where I'm at now. In a relationship with an amazing human being, fully out to my parents, and all without having to do the sex. I'd say that makes for a pretty happy Pride in my book!

Thank you all for sticking around and coming on this journey with me🖤💜🤍🤍💜🖤

Read the original 2019 Asexual Awareness Week posts here

[just-cant-stop-writing]

SSO Nostalgia

As told by someone, who started playing all the way back in 2014.

- Non-Star Riders only get Moorland, Fort Pinta and Nilmers Highland. Oh, also, no jumping, heehee.

- If you yeet your horse off a cliff too many times, you get sent back to your homestable and have to take care of it (Im not sure if this doesnt happen anymore, or what, I just havent had this happen to me in years)

- Winter has come to Jorvik. There is snow. Everywhere. You go set up a christmas tree in Silverglade. There is so much snow. Everywhere.

- You open the games files and delete the pants or whatever it was. You open the game. Everyone is a wild horse. You go roleplay with your club. Then they ban this because it messes up the files alot. You are sad, yet not surprised.

- Ferdinands travelling market actually travels. You read on SSO News that it is coming to Fort Pinta. You are delighted. Youve been saving up Star Coins for months. You go to the ferry and see the market. You trot around the horses and buy the one youve been wanting. It is ugly as hell. You are so happy.

- Gen 2 Quarter Horses just released. You are in awe. They look so realistic. Youve never seen something so realistic in this game ever. So graceful. So beuautiful. They move their mouths and ears even! So realistic. So pretty. You go buy one. They are so cool.

- There is disco in Fort Pinta today. It means something to you for some reason. You go dance. Yay you!

- Joshes Pole Bending race. Is in Moorland.

- The old sounds. Shit im gonna cry.

- The iceberg exists (I actually never got to see it in game, I hadnt unlocked Golden Hills back then, and Im so mad about it, it must have been so cool :(()

- The ferry is actually useful and you love taking it.

- The Horse Island!!! Is a thing!!!! You have just finished training one of your horses. You dont wanna take care of them every day or waste SC on Stable Care. You go to your stable and decide to give him a vacation. You click your board and for some SC, you send him to The Horse Island. You cant ride him while hes there, but you dont have to take care of him either. You can bring him back whenever you want and he will be either completely happy, or almost, depending on how much you payed. An animation plays. Your horse waves you goodbye.

- There is a cute ginger cat greeting you on the loading screen, giving you some tips. Little do you know, your time together is getting shorter.

- It is SSOs fourth birthday. You get 400 SC. Just like that.

- It is April Fools. You go to the championship starting area. There is a blue bunny, offering to change your starter horses texture. You have a pink horse now. This is so much fun.

- The Demacus Mine. Is scary.

- Everything is consistent and makes sence.

- The GED construction site is there and you know about it.

- Lorettas race goes all the way to the bridge. You dont know when they shortened it. But it feels wrong that way.

- You can enter the game through the website. So cool.

- The Jorvik City update comes. You have to wait for the bus to come. Keep the ticket on you, you cant go without it!

- Your friend tells you your horse can die if you dont take care of it. You are scared. To this day youve never heard of anyones horse dying.

- The game is so fun

- You are so, so happy

(feel free to add your own)

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Out Of Context Sentence Starters from my Own Roleplays

Adjust as necessary.

“It’s puppy birth blood! It’s happy blood!”

“I still think he was a K-Pop star. I’m going to try and look him up.”

“ I’d honestly rather be in a gun fight than do retail.”

“Just promise me you have blackmail on those two already. For my own personal reassurance.”

"Yes, they’re legal. No, I didn’t do this myself. Feel free to examine it, but there may be bugs.”

“ She only comes ‘round when she’s unhappy or frustrated. So how about I go ruin her life more?”

“STOP SHOUTING. SOMEONE’S GONNA HEAR.”

“I just saw them talking! They weren’t doing shit in public!”

“Oh, no. A bard.”

“Bro, she looks like Ariana Grande!”

“I am as glorious as the day I was born.”

"Listen, if you see a man around here wearing a grey coat and an ugly tweed hat, push him in the river for me."

“ I asked for his name, not his origin story. “

“Well, I guess you had better not die before you do anything worth putting in your obituary, then.”

“...You didn’t warn me you were going to be indecent.”

“All this information just lets me know that I want to be cremated when I’m gone. “

“...The T-Rex wasn’t even alive during the Jurassic period. Amateurs.”

“Do I look good in this shade of red?”

“Dad’s just mad I ain’t a ginger like him.”

“ I apologize for being a terrible escort so far.”

“The hell you creeping around for?”

“ Welcome to -- why do you have a cat with you?”

“Why did you all go quiet when I came in?”

“But just because you said that, I feel like being petty today.”

"Are you this flippant with all your clients, or am I just special?"

“She stole your shoes? What? Why?”

“Well you’re not getting into my bedroom that easy, buddy.”

“ I want to anihilate anything that brings him joy and then fuck him until he cries.”

“She said that soft pinks were the color of female oppression.”

“Since we’re both wimps, I say we stay away from horror.”

“Well, I see why he was assasinated then.“

“Yeah, yeah, but I’ll have lots of fans so you’ll have to work extra hard to remain the number one fan!”

“Oh, am I being threatened?”

“ Holy shit, this is the best dream ever. “

“ I’m gonna fuckin’ throw my lunch. “

“Just talking to you is using up a lot of my courage.”

“This was a very good plan in theory,  but now you’ve fucked yourself.“

“Sometimes a simple life is way better than what a lot of people are trying to achieve.”

“You know, I’ve never played Xbox.”

“ I need a trip to Disneyland.“

“WHAT?! FUCK! YOU WEE MINX! I TOLD YOU!”

“ I’ve got a good feeling that the stars are gonna align for you.”

“Time to make like a banana and get the fuck outta here!“

“What if I like being choked?”

“ You are even more sexy this close-up.”

“I thought I saw a UFO once, but it was just a hot-air balloon in the distance. I was very disappointed.”

“You have an arrow in your shoulder!”

“Turn around, do a twirl! Pose!”

“ I almost feel like the main character in a video game."

“ His accent is out of control…”

“Wow. Betrayal.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“How can I not take it personal?”

[nochiquinn]

campaign 3 episode 19: how're the fjord moon theorists doing

(I still do not know what the fjord moon theory was, I missed that meme train)

update: preroll music still slaps

djsdlk matt started too early didn't he

travis being a hand model

wait why are liam and laura swapped

oh THAT'S why

sam no

"this is why you wouldn't let us see the copy!"

I'm just fully not looking at the screen anymore. I have a pringles car in front of the subtitles

no wait I lied I looked over in time to see travis dying

POP POP

the tary dice are amazing

"ahhh, too real"

"surprise us" they're all getting lime juice

took me a solid ten seconds to realize travis is wearing a ring pop

and laura too! I know things

laura will never get the name of that place right

ashley's glasses are cute

"does this person still have enamel on his teeth?"

taliesin doing the kombucha girl meme

aw him lonely :(

GOO MONSTER

MOON

oof, premature labor

hey, I recognized dressig's name!

ALYXIAN that's a badass name

liam's eyebrows at "matron of ravens"

[side-eyes That One Part of exu kymal]

lmao MATT forgot the name

you've met with a terrible fate, haven't you

he keeps saying "ill omen moon" like "ruidus" is voldemort

I always want to laugh at extremely location-specific tavern names but everything around here is "peach state [business]" and when I was in dc everything was "capitol [business]" SO

"calm down, DAD"

laudna

"I can't roleplay while you're watching"

liam's eyebrows went into space again

"gingers, man"

"don't you 'just vex' me you fuck"

"VAX stopped aging" sir

it's a valid theory tho!

"what is happening at this table right now?!" "it's the lime juice!"

they just can't not take the piss out of their old characters

I miss caleb's keen mind

"caleb knows EXACTLY what time it is, but liam..."

"cold dead eyes, come here"

"you can't have my eyes" "gotta sleep sometime"

samuel

shroom 20

aww

"I KNOW what I'm about to say"

"I'm so excited to see what your next character is"

"are we getting off-track here?" "probably, but it's fun!"

FROG HARNESS

this is the water plane isn't it

deadlights

baja blast water plane

okay gepetto

"if we ever need to get rid of chetney"

you fish for that backstory laura

chetney's face

wait was it The Tree

"that tree had some serious pollen in it"

WALL KNIFE

sam

marisha's face

orym

"I assist by smiling"

okay that's so smart tho

travis u okay

TRAVIS U GOOD

lil cal

"I've had this club night"

travis

"I love a choking hazard"

travis ur face

am I the only person picturing the werewolf episode of doctor who

not the glasses

"you have a hard time focusing" vibe of the night

OH??

MOON STORM

RED MOON STORM

IMOGEN MOON DREAMS

"and it kills travis"

"he's going to find a werther's"

simultaneously having emotions about imogen and sasha nein, which is A Spectrum

y'all this is gay

[quiet chants of "po-ly-cule, po-ly-cule" in the corner]

sam

moon check

MOON DREAMS

liam are you trying to make me cry

oh good he is. excellent.

gonna fly to la and kick him in the shins

"us around old people"

awww

wholesome creepy

PATE AND SASHIMI

polyratorous

chetney

ur face

"I NEED TO GO TO BED"

chetney

"thinking of the story she told him the other night" oh shit

"I'm gonna regret this purchase" "I'm not! :D" "you're not the one sleeping next to it" "nope :D"

"which one" which one do you THINK, MATT

"it got red! it got red!"

WE HAVE DREAM SIGN

liam sdfjs

bitch out the moon

travis is me

hello 911 laura bailey is murdering me with acting

OH??

don't you call it now matt mercer so help me god

hey what the fuck

it's the other one for all wielders

orym :(

feaRNE

laudna :(

"I could help you"

!!!

fearne

fearne I would kill for you

I'm just picturing all-white eyes with purple lightning-veins

ten years :(

and she's only known laudna for like two, right?

all those years waking up alone

what if she thought if she didn't get to safety in the dream she wouldn't wake up

sdkfjslk

god that's so fucking wholesome I'm gonna fucking die

everybody gives her one and she looks like the most popular girl at camp

"everybody loves the FUCK out of you and we will FUCKING murder a fucker"

orym's little pillbug sleep

the dice support the narrative

oh I like this dark goldy color

my roommate calls friendly players in red dead online "blueberries" bc they're blue dots on the map so every time they say it about imogen I get confused

marisha really ships it huh sdlkfjsl

this is making me wanna play dishonored

"I'm never gonna use it for myself" li am

okay that's a little badass

oh god they're gonna blow up the whole thing

"wind folly" I don't know why that makes me miss dorian

"a very potter musical" draco malfoy vibes

it's ON MARS

he's already so tired of them lmao

I fucking love this

"we should have scouted" "YEAH"

they're trying to get the laser tag rules and the attendant's just 🤷‍

he gets hoa letters all the time

they try to go back out the front door and get attacked by zombie dogs

"massive warhammer" "no armor?" "bard!"

laura

sure jan

trying to clock the cleric

matt: nice try

throw the tanglefoot bag right as they go

that's my prediction for next week

"this is a normal thing that every child did!"

[wickdcreatures]

@loetise​ spoke:      “It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before.” for donnie!              ✩           howl’s moving castle roleplay prompts

         “ 𝐀𝐲𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡' 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭' 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚'. Many tell me this feels like a place outta their dreams. ”

He gestures around, to the forest, to the community garden, and to the sea lapping at the sand. One might call it paradise; the forest creeps onto the sand, all manner of creatures calling this place home. All the boathouses bobbling along with the calm waves, the walkways teaming with plants and chalk drawings. People run this way and that carrying food and flowers and instruments, lively conversations and the soft sound of music are perfect chorus for the tableau which is Evergreen commune.

         “ Perhaps a dream told ye t' come here t' us, if that’s somethin' you believe in. If it’s not, well, fate sure was kind t' ye tonight — we are havin' celebration of sorts, an' all are welcome if ye’d fancy a bite t' eat an’ some good company. We had a bountiful harvest this season. ”     Windswept ginger curls are brushed from brilliant emerald eyes; a charismatic smile lay underneath,     “ Me name’s Donnie — and wot are ye called, wee flower? ”

[randomfandomginger]

Ginger’s DSMP Fic Compilation Post

Hi everyone!! I’ve been a part of the DSMP fandom for a little bit now, and I figured I’m long past due to drop my full list of linked DSMP fics, since that’s primarily what I’m writing these days. These are all based on the characters from the roleplay, not the content creators, and are going to be organized here by their main characters and relationships for convenience. I’ll update this post when I post something new. Enjoy!! :)

Tommy-centric fics

[Nightmare] - The first SMP fic I wrote, revolving around the nightmares Tommy has while on the run from Dream, at Techno’s base. Set during the exile arc. 1k words.

Favor - Second work in the Tommy-centric series, my re-imagination of the scene where Techno steps in and defends Tommy from Dream... unless he wants to cash in his favor. Protective Techno and found family vibes, as well as a cute ending. 2.5k words.

Trust - Same universe as the two previous, Techno POV as he reflects on Tommy’s “betrayal” and what the younger boy means to him. Set right before doomsday. 1k words. 

Anything You Can Do (He Can Do Better) - The fourth work in this series, Tommy angst revolving around the destruction of L’Manberg and his thoughts on Techno and his new replacement. Clingyduo comfort at the end to make up for the hurt. 2k words. 

Seven Days Till Sunlight - The last work in this series, set during the seven days Tommy spent in prison with Dream, a chapter a day. A different end for Tommy where he got to grow as a person and come out of that week stronger and more confidant as opposed to... dead.  Dream is not seen as a sympathetic character, merely a complex one. 8.5k words. 

Over and Over - Not the same series as the previous fics, centered around the idea that Dream killed/brought Tommy back from the void over and over and over again to talk with Wilbur. Dream is very manipulative and unsympathetic, lots of angst. 1.25k words. 

Molasses - My second nickel of “Dream kills Tommy and revives him over and over” fics, this time set after Dream’s escape from prison. Happy ending with Phil! 1.8k words. 

SBI fics my beloved

Close the Door - Techno returns to his family after a long week of travel (with presents!) to find that they’ve attempted to cook him dinner. All comfort and fluff, no hurt. Wilbur is still Ghostbur in this and they all love each other, even if they’re a bit hesitant to admit it. 1.75k words. 

Beating Heart - Phil-centric fic exploring the reasoning behind why he only has one life on the SMP, as well as his relationships with other people, time, and death herself. 4k words. 

Misc Works involving Ranboo, Bee Duo, Bench Trio, etc

Dream’s New Roommate - Set back when Ranboo first told us about the fourth memory book, assumes he got found out to be helping Dream. A little back and forth between Ranboo and Dream as they’re both trapped in the prison. 1k words.

Peaceful Commune - The syndicate is paying Tubbo a visit and he’s nowhere near prepared enough for that, mentally or physically. Tubbo POV with defensive Beeduo parents and Michael. Little bit of angst, little bit of fluff. 2.5k words.

Dinner Guest - Tubbo and Ranboo are having Tommy over for dinner for the first time since Dream killed him in prison, and they’re incredibly nervous about it. Michael is probably the best part of this work, but it’s a little fun, a little fluffy, and that sweet, sweet found family dynamic. 4k words.

[justthehiddleswrites]

Dark Delights | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary:  Tom has been having late night shooting the new Loki series. When he comes home late at night, he makes a startling discovery about what you dream about at night.

Warnings: Smut, Roleplay, Talking in your Sleep, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Teasing, Light Dom/sub, Vaginal Fingering

-

Tom hated these late night shootings. He recognized you hated them just as much, even if you never said a word. He spied the disappointment in your eyes every time he told you not to wait up. Tom promised himself to make it up to you the first night off he got.

Tom entered the dark apartment and didn’t bother to turn on the lights. At this hour, you would be asleep and he feared any light would disturb you. He moved through the sparsely furnished place, dropping his belongings on the kitchen counter. Bobby scampering up at the sound and Tom smiled as he leaned down to scratch behind Bobby’s ears.

“Keeping watch over the lady of the house?” Tom asked as Bobby leaned into the pets. Bobby barked before heading back to his bed in the corner. “Good boy.”

He pushed open the bedroom door and squinted to find the outline of your body under the sheets. His stomach flipped at the sight of you sleeping peacefully as his eyes adjusted to the dark. You struggled to sleep under the best circumstances and Tom made every accommodation he could, including hanging blackout curtains in the room.

As he pulled off his sweater, you stirred, a slight whimper escaping your lips.

“Darling, are you awake?” Tom questioned into the dark void.

You answered with another whimper. Tom slid off his jeans, laying him across the back of a chair in the corner. He slipped off his boxers before slipping between the sheets. You rolled from your side to your back as Tom moved towards you.

“Darling…” Tom asked again as he caressed your arm with the back of his fingers.

You moaned at his touch and Tom’s eyes widened in realization as his lips curved into a smile.

“What are we dreaming about tonight, love?” Tom cooed into your ear as his fingers teased at the straps of your camisole.

“Hmm… Loki.” you breathed as if in response.

Tom leaned back in surprise. He shook his head as he couldn’t be sure he heard you right. Due to the late hour, he didn’t trust his hearing. Tom tested his theory.

As Tom pressed against your side, he draped one hand down your leg, teasing your inner thigh, while his other one ran across the curve of your breast.

“In the end, you crave subjugation.” Tom growled into your ear, using the timbre he reserved only for the screen.

You arched your back, your ass pushed against Tom’s crotch. You licked your lips as you groaned.

“Yes, Loki!” Your breath hitched, and you groaned as you turned onto your side, your breath returning to an even and heavy tempo.

Tom chuckled as he returned to his side of the bed. “Interesting.”

-

You woke the next morning to find Tom’s side of the bed cold. You envied his ability to wake early and go for a run. You stood and padded off to the kitchen, hoping to find Tom there.

“Morning, love.” Tom greeted you as he turned from the fridge. “Coffee?”

“Hmm.” you nodded. Tom retrieved a mug from the cupboard and pour your coffee, adding sweetener and creamer.

You inhaled the aroma before taking your first sip, savoring that taste. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I am making some eggs if you want some.”

“Please.”

Tom smiled as he turned his attention to the stove.

“So how late did you get in last night? I didn’t hear you.”

“After midnight. I didn’t want to wake you. Did you sleep well?” Tom prodded.

“Hmmm. yes. Thank you for hanging those curtains.”

“My pleasure.” Tom plated the eggs and joined you at the table. “I’ve been wondering how do you like the black hair?” Tom ran his fingers through his hair.

“It’s nice but I prefer you ginger.” You took a big bite of eggs.

“You are too kind, darling. Have you ever considered about using it to our advantage in the bedroom? I could bring home a costume from the set or something?” Tom raised his eyebrows, staring at you.

You dropped your fork. “No, no, no!” you stammered. “I don’t think I would like that.” you lied as you reached for Tom’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “You are plenty of an adventure in that department.”

Tom chuckled as his head dropped. “Thanks, darling. If you ever change your mind…” He gave you a knowing glance.

“You will be the first to know.”

Tom squeezed your hand back and rose to clear the plates. He headed to pick up his things.

“Will you be late again?”

“I’m afraid so.” He leaned down and pecked your lips. “Don’t wait up.”

“I won’t. Love you. Kick some ass.” You playfully swatted at Tom’s backside.

“Of course.”

-

Tom again returned late in the evening to a darkened apartment. He repeated the routine from the previous night before. As he entered the room, he glanced at you. Your knees were pulled up, tenting the sheets. Again, Tom noticed the telltale moan escape your lips.

Tom slipped next to you. He didn’t bother asking if you were awake. He decided instead to have a bit of fun.

“Oh dear, look at the state you are in.” he purred into your ear.

His fingers traced along your thigh before he grazed along your slit through your panties, already soaking with your arousal. You squirmed under his touch. You gasped.

“Would like me to help you out?” Tom continued to tease you.

“Please, Loki.” you begged.

Tom laughed. “I would much prefer to see you bring yourself to completion. Play with yourself, dove.” Tom commanded.

You groaned at the authoritative tone. Tom swore you gushed just at his voice as Loki. Your hand made its way down the front of your panties.

“Yes!” you hissed as you played with your clit. Your orgasm already near.

The sight of you pleasuring yourself caused Tom to fist his hardened cock, chasing his own release.

“That’s it, darling. You delight my senses.” Tom teased, his breath heavy as his own orgasm approached.

His words spurred you on and you slipped a finger inside of you. You curled it inside you, hitting that spot making your knees quiver.

“I’m close.” you whispered.

“As am I. Cum for me, dove.” Tom’s head fell against the pillows.

Your orgasm hit you hard, and your toes curled. “YES!”

“Fuck!” Tom hissed as he orgasmed himself.

Your body relaxed against the mattress. Tom kissed your cheek before getting up to clean himself up in the bathroom.

“How delightful.” Tom’s mind raced with possibilities for tomorrow night.

-

You slept in the next morning, exhausted. You had a very vivid dream last night involving Loki. You would never admit to Tom about your dark fantasies regarding Loki. You rolled over to find a note on Tom’s pillow.

Darling,

I am sorry I’m not there when you wake up. I am also sorry I won’t be able to make our lunch date today. Last-minute change to the call sheet. But I made you an appointment at your favorite spa to help soften the blow. Another late night. Don’t wait up.

Love, Tom

P.S. After tonight, I am yours all weekend.

You allowed yourself to be sad at the lost lunch date for a moment or two before moving onto the excitement of a day of pampering. You skipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Four Hours Later

“She made it there, okay?” Tom asked the person on the other line.

“Fantastic. And how long will she be there?” Tom nodded. “Two hours? That is perfect. Will you ring me when she leaves? Thank you so much.”

Tom hung up the phone, and then hit a different number. “We have two hours. Meet me at the apartment.”

-

You got back to the apartment well before dinner. All the lights were out, which you swore you had left a few on. You dropped your purse and shopping bags by the door and headed to the bedroom to change into lounge wear.

“How dare you keep me waiting!” a familiar baritone echoed in the unlit room.

“Tom?” you asked the void. It was impossible to see anything. Those blackout curtains did their job.

“Your precious Tom is not here. He sent…” Tom stepped out of the shadows of the room and into the little light let in from the bathroom and living room. “… me in his place.”

He was dressed in his Loki costume. All leather and metal. His black locks slicked back.

“What on earth are you wearing, Tom?” Your voice cracked as he strutted towards you.

He held his hands out. “This is my regular armor.” He backed you against the wall. “Call me Tom one more time…” His hands hit the wall by your head. “… and I will punish you.”

You opened your mouth to protest but considered otherwise. You tilted your chin. “Then what shall I call you?”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You know all too well what to call me, pet. It is the same name that has fallen from your lips the past two evenings.”

Your eyes widened, and your mouth dropped open. “But I—”

Loki placed a finger upon your lips. “There is no need to explain. I am well aware of the desire I spark in many a Midgardian woman.”

Loki pressed against you to hover his lips over your ear. “And tonight I am here for you. To make your darkest fantasies a reality.”

You gasped as his words sent a shiver down your spine and heat straight to your core.

“All you have to do is say the words and I’m all yours.” He stepped away. You leaned forward, hungry for his warmth.

You bit your lip, choosing your next words carefully. “Take me, Loki.” His lips curled up into a mischevious grin. “My king.” you added with a smirk.

Loki pushed you back against the wall, hitching your leg up. His lips attacked your neck, nipping and sucking with each kiss.

“You will leave marks.” You whined.

He laughed against you, bucking against you in dominance, his erection straining against his pants. “Then everyone will recognize that you are mine.”

You snapped your hips against him. “You are aware I am taken by another.”

“I don’t see a ring claiming you.” Loki pulled your top over your head. His hands slid over your torso. “He must not realize what he has.”

“Oh, I think he does.” you smirked. “He is a gentleman.”

“How boring.” Loki squeezed your breasts, and you arched your back.

“Yes.” you sighed.

“Does that please you?” He reached behind and unhooked your bra. You let it fall to the floor. He pinched your nipples, teasing them to hard pebbles.

“It does.” you breathed, palming him through his leather trousers. Loki growled through his teeth. “Does this please you?”

“Well aren’t you full of mischief?”

“I would rather be full of the God of Mischief.”

“In due time. First, I must…” He tugged your pants down to your ankles, you kicked them away. “… prepare for you a god.”

Loki’s fingers trailed down your body and you shifted your weight to open your legs to his touch. He swiped along your folds.

“Perhaps you don’t need as much preparation as I first imagined. Already so wet for me.” He pushed a finger into you. You gripped his shoulders for support. “And tight.”

He added a second finger, and you bucked against him. Your release coming upon you fast.

“Please…” you begged.

Loki pressed his thumb against your clit. “Cum undone for me.”

You spasmed around his fingers as you saw bright white. You clung to Loki for support as your legs gave way. He pulled his fingers and popped them into his mouth.

“Delicious.”

You groaned.

“Lie down on the bed.”

You did as you were told, settling against the pillows. Loki undid buckles and snaps as he shed layers of leather. He soon stood in front of you, naked. The mattress gave under his weight as he crawled towards you.

“You are a vision.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Well, I am a god.” Loki commented. “Now to make good on my promise.”

He teased your folds with the tip of his cock, collecting some of your juices before pushing into you, filling you completely.

“FUCK! Yes, Loki!”

“You are divine when you moan my name. Although I much prefer you to be awake.” Loki snapped his hips against you.

Loki rutted against you with an animalistic need. You bucked your hips to match his thrusts. His pubic bone grazed against your clit, creating delicious friction.

“Loki, I am close.” you panted. Your nails dug into his back.

“Then cum for me. I want to feel you around me.”

Loki snaked his hand between your bodies to find your clit, drawing tight circles. You screamed as you orgasmed. Your pussy clenched around his cock, causing him to soon follow with his own release, spilling inside you. He stilled inside you, and you twisted underneath him, signaling for him to fall to your side.

“Tom?” you asked tentatively.

His eyes soften, the crinkles appearing around his eyes as he smiled at you. “Yes, darling?”

“How long do you have the costume for?”

“Um… Monday. Why?” his brow furrowed.

“I have a few other ideas in mind.” Your hands swirled across his chest hair.

“What did you have in mind?” His eyes sparkled.

[carewyncromwell]

Hey everybody! Welcome to Lone Wolves -- a special roleplaying series centered around Carewyn becoming close friends with our favorite Hufflepuff Healer, Chiara Lobosca! This friendship is one I’ve had very little chance to explore, but truly, Carewyn was the James Potter to Chiara’s Remus Lupin (meaning this in the sense of Carewyn doing everything she could to help Chiara, not the bullying thing), so I’m so very excited to showcase it properly. But yeah, because of Carewyn basically being Chiara’s “Prongs,” this series will feature elements from both the Lone Wolf and the Animagus sidequests, so it will also feature pieces of how Talbott and Carewyn’s friendship got started, though of course they became closer later on. *eyes the Flying Solo TLSQ and smiles* 

To get you all up to speed with when this fits in Carewyn’s canon, this story is set in Carewyn’s fourth year, A.K.A. the year of the Forest Vault and Patricia Rakepick’s reveal. Over the previous summer, Carewyn has made the most strides toward becoming the Mama Bear we all know and love, embracing fashion more seriously and gaining a lot more self-confidence and control over her stormy emotions. She’s not quite the Mama Bear we all know and love, mainly because she hasn’t become a Prefect yet, but she’s still grown up a lot since the days when she used to constantly lose her temper with Merula. 

Now that the notes are out of the way...let’s get started!

x~x~x~x

[In the midst of investigating the sleepwalkers all headed mysteriously toward the Forbidden Forest, Carewyn received some very troubling news from her friend Ben Copper -- there was a new rumor circulating around Hogwarts that someone had been attacked by a werewolf. After following up with the Gossip Queen Penny Haywood, Carewyn found out that the rumor was oddly mum about which student had been attacked, which made the Slytherin question whether the rumor had any truth to it at all...but Penny was able to tell her that she wasn’t the only one curious about the rumors. Penny’s dormmate, Chiara Lobosca, had also expressed a lot of interest in the attack and had been investigating the matter too.]

The next Cursed Vault has to be in the Forest -- it’s the only thing that makes sense. And there are plenty of dangerous creatures that live there -- if the werewolf sighting has anything to do with the Vault, then I have to figure out what it means before Rakepick does...

[So after lunch that day, Carewyn went to the Hufflepuff table to go speak to Chiara herself. 

It wasn’t hard to pick the Hufflepuff out in a crowd -- Carewyn had never spoken to her before, but her bright white hair made her stand out even more than Carewyn’s Weasley-worthy ginger locks did. She was sitting by herself at the very far end of her house table, her gaze locked on the table rather than anyone else. A strange kind of melancholy seemed to ripple off of her that Carewyn couldn’t quite explain.]

She seems so...lonely. 

[Her heart welling up with compassion, Carewyn approached Chiara as gently as she could.]

Carewyn: “Chiara Lobosca?”

[Chiara looked up at the sound of Carewyn’s voice. When the two girls’ eyes met, Chiara’s eyes narrowed just a little bit, not mad, but hesitant and almost guarded.]

Chiara: “Yes?”

[Carewyn offered a smile.]

Carewyn: “I know we haven’t met before...but my name is Carewyn Cromwell -- I’m friends with Penny.” 

Chiara: “I know. Penny speaks of you often.”

[It was not said bluntly -- merely soft and matter of fact, and perhaps even a bit wary, as she squinted up at Carewyn like a dog trying to suss out if a stranger was friendly or not.]

[Carewyn’s face turned more serious as she got right to business.]

Carewyn: “Penny told me that you’ve been asking around about it...and well, I’d like to get some answers too.”

[Chiara looked startled.]

Chiara: “You would? Why?”

[Carewyn settled herself down on the bench across from Chiara, folding her hands on the table between them seriously.]

Carewyn: “I’m worried it might have something to do with the Cursed Vaults. The sleepwalkers have all been coaxed toward the Forbidden Forest, and the rumors surrounding this werewolf attack point to it having happened in the Forest. But the rumors I’ve heard are way too vague -- no one even seems to know who the victim was...”

[Carewyn’s almond-shaped blue eyes became a little smaller and more determined.]

Carewyn: “If I’m going to get to the truth, I need to talk to the victim herself and hear it from her first-hand. I was hoping you might’ve heard something I didn’t.”

[Chiara hung her head.]

Chiara: “(very quietly) ...I’m sorry...but I don’t know anything more about who was attacked than you do.”

[Carewyn’s lips came together thoughtfully as she considered this.]

Carewyn: “Look...”

Carewyn: “I mean, it’s clear that we both want to get to the bottom of this. If these rumors are just that, that’s great -- but if they’re not, perhaps the two of us can find out the truth faster, if we help each other.”

[Something in Chiara’s eyes hardened, but once again, it wasn’t out of anger, but out of something very guarded. Carewyn could practically see the walls going up behind them.]

Chiara: “...That’s very logical, Carewyn...but I don’t think we should.”

Carewyn: “(frowns) Why?”

[Chiara looked away uncomfortably and didn’t answer. Instead, after a moment, she said,]

Chiara: “...Tell me something, Carewyn.”

[Carewyn looked horrified.]

Carewyn: “No! No, of course not! I mean...I don’t know much about werewolves, but...well, I know they’re not in control of themselves, when they transform. My mum did a report about their role in history, for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures -- they just want to live normal lives, most of them, without being judged for their condition. Most of them don’t mean to hurt anybody...”

[Something softer flickered in Chiara’s expression -- something almost comforted -- and yet, it disappeared so quickly, as if it was hidden behind another tall wall.]

Chiara: “...Yes, but...does that really matter? Whether they meant to or not...someone was hurt.”

Carewyn: “(very firmly) I want to know all the facts before I pass judgment. Even if the rumors are true, and someone was really attacked by a werewolf...I want to know the werewolf’s side of the story too. Who knows -- maybe they’re just as much a victim of the Cursed Vault as the sleepwalkers are.”

[Chiara’s lips twitched uncomfortably.]

Chiara: “I doubt that, but...I’m sorry, Carewyn, I just think this whole thing is something I’d be better off doing alone. It’s nothing personal, it’s just...I have my own reasons, for wanting to do this, and they’re not the same as yours.”

[Carewyn raised her eyebrows.]

Carewyn: “Do you want to hurt the werewolf?”

Chiara: “(startled) What? No!”

Carewyn: “Do you want to find out what happened and prevent anyone else from getting hurt?”

Chiara: “Yes, but -- ”

Carewyn: “Well then, our reasons seem to have enough in common. (more gently) ...Chiara, I understand if you don’t trust me -- as I said, we don’t know each other at all, except through Penny. But from what I can see, we both want to do something to help. And as much as I’m okay with working alone and I’m sure you are too...we need to find out how much water this rumor even holds, if we’re going to be able to do anything about it. And I’ve heard it said that two heads are better than one...”

[She smiled.]

Carewyn: “Whatever your reason is for wanting to find out the truth, I’m pretty sure it’s a kind one. And considering that your reason makes you want to help Hogwarts, just like I do...I’d like to help you get the answers you’re looking for. Especially since they’re answers I want too.”

[Chiara considered Carewyn, her head tilted slightly to the left as her lips subconsciously spread into a very small, but sweet smile.]

Chiara: “So where should we start?”

[Carewyn’s face grew much more serious again.]

Carewyn: “Well, all we have right now are second-hand rumors. What we really need is a first-hand account with all the details...but we can’t get that, if we don’t even know who was supposedly attacked in the first place...”

Chiara: “If Madame Pomfrey treated the girl after the werewolf attack, I’m sure her name would be in there.”

[Carewyn’s eyes lit up.]

Carewyn: “That’s brilliant!”

Chiara: “(grimly) Don’t get too excited -- I already tried asking Madame Pomfrey if I could take a look, but she wouldn’t let me near them...”

[But Carewyn didn’t look the least bit daunted by this.]

Carewyn: “Maybe...”

Carewyn: “Meet me in the Hospital Wing -- we’re going to go get ourselves that name.”