#here is one of a few starteres i owe

[hehosts-moved]

❝ after you, ❞ he says, and there is no need for an introduction. his picture is posted on the wall —— #1 HOST & MANAGER OF SHINING! — and he ought to be familiar. encouragement to follow is provided, blinking once as green eyes lock on the face, attempting to read any expression, intended or not. ❝ i have a table in the back. it will allow us more ... privacy. ❞ // * @witchembrace liked for a starter from host!ji-hun !!

[revengesworn]

LIKE 4 A MIKEY STARTER :3

[helluva-hazbins]

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[phoebepheebsphibs]

How To Be A First-Time Dad of Four Turtles

Title: How To Be A First-Time Dad of Four Turtles Prompt: New dad Splinter (Rise), very unprepared, but doing the best he can! Fandom:  ROTTMNT Word Count: 2230  Author: PhoebePheebsPhibs Rating:  Gen Characters:  Yoshi Hamato / Splinter, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, & Michelangelo Warning: Donnie bites Summary: Notes: No Beta, We Die Like Gram-Gram!

@untitled-tmnt-blog @tmnt-write-fight

Link to AO3 <-

"There, that should do it," Yoshi stated as he pinned up the last set of string lights.

He'd found a little sale, where some family was moving out of their apartment and needed to get rid of some junk. Yoshi still had his savings in a private account that (fortunately) Big Mama didn't know about. He'd dipped into it to buy a couple things, just for starters. He wasn't sure living in the sewers was the life for him or his new... kids?

He just needed some time to get used to it.

Anyway, that little estate sale had plenty of supplies that he could use or refurbish. He'd bought an entire box of lights, plastic tupperware and eating utensils and plates and bowls, some throw blankets, a baby stool, a few plastic bins and buckets, and a series of extension cords. He'd get more whenever he could.

Yoshi had discovered a small area of the sewers during his escape from the Hidden City that seemed rather roomy, and would work out wonderfully for renovations. There were multiple rooms that connected via mini tunnels and corridors into a large expansion, perfect for training in.

Training... for what, exactly? He wasn't 'Lou Jitsu' anymore. He wasn't Yoshi anymore, either. He'd thrown that name and identity away years ago, when he left his Grandpa Shō.

Still... he needed to do something or else he'd lose his mind. He'd found a yoga mat in a dumpster and stole 'repurposed' it so he could do some exercises whenever he got the free time.

"Waaaaaaaahhhh!!"

Which was seeming less and less likely...

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Yoshi shouted out, rushing from his redecorating section and speeding into the opposite room.

He'd left the baby turtles in a plastic bin under a heat lamp in the other room, and had hoped that he could do his work while they basked in the warmth alone. No such luck.

Clingy little things...

"I'm here, I'm here!" he proclaimed as he entered the room, sliding in and kneeling besides the bin, leaning over to inspect the babies. "What's wrong??"

The slider and the softshell were fighting again, nibbling and smacking each other and occaisionally bumping into the other two and disturbing them.

"Oh, you two..." Yoshi groaned, reaching in to pull them apart. "Why can't you just -- Ow! Hey! No biting!"

Yoshi tugged at the two babies, gently tearing them away from each other. They made upset little beeps and chirps at him in response, the slider squirming in his left hand and the softshell wriggling in his right. 

"Now, can you two behave for five minutes, or do I have to put you in time-out?"

He wasn't actually sure why he asked them. It wasn't as if they could understand what he was saying.

But the understood the tone.

The quieted down quickly.

"Very good... now, please, please just behave yourselves so I can finish working on the rest of our... home."

It still hurt to call this mass heap of bricks and slime and mold 'home'. Just like it hurt to call these glorified pets his 'kids'.

It had only been two days. He just... needed to give it some time.

Yeah... give it time.

"Waah! Wah! Wah!"

Uh-huh. Right.

"Okay, that's it!" Yoshi shouted, having reached the end of his rope. "Time-out! You two are going in... in, uh... different boxes! That's what! See how you like that!"

In anger, he grabbed the two arguing turtles again and dropped them into separate containers, then placed them beside the biggest one where the other two turtles sat in confusion, wondering where the slider and the softshell had gone.

The two naughty little turtles, trapped in their separate prisons, started making all kinds of noises. The purple-tinted softshell was beeping and clicking furiously at Yoshi, snapping and biting the edges of his plastic container. The slider with the blue shell was making loud wails as he pouted, slapping the walls of his box and begging to be returned to his 'brother'.

"No, you can't be fight with him anymore," Yoshi scolded.

"Aaah! Wah, waaaah!"

Yoshi sighed with exhaustion and exasperation.

"...Fine. Maybe you're just hungry, hm?" Yoshi suggests. "You sit tight while I get the fruit..."

Yoshi left the four in the room, walking backwards out of the room and watching them every step of the way before turning the corner and going to the room designated as a 'kitchen'. It had a tiny overturned box he pulled from a dumpster and a mini fridge he'd found in an alleyway. New York, what a town... Yoshi rooted through the tiny refrigerator and pulled out a container of half-priced strawberries, chopped them up into itty bitty slices and dumped them onto a little plastic plate. For an added touch, he took a few leaves of lettuce and placed them on the plate as well. Once he was finished, he took the plate back into the room with the others.

"What the -- Hey! You! No!!"

The softshell had literally eaten his way through the plastic box and was starting to chew through the slider's box as well. Surprisingly, the slider was very happy about this and seemed to be cheering his 'brother' on.

Yoshi dropped the plate and ran over to the turtles, grabbing the softshell and yanking him away from the bin.

No one was happy about this.

The turtles started yiping and yowling at him, especially the slider. The softshell took it as a personal offense and defended himself accordingly, twisting his head around and biting down hard on Yoshi's thumb.

"OW!!"

Yoshi clenched his fist and had to fight every knee-jerk reaction to drop the turtle, throw it, or flap his hand to get the child to let go. He released the turtle, but it still held on.

"Let go!" Yoshi shouted, trying to pull him off. He could almost hear the skin on his finger tearing. "Let go!!"

He pulled again, and the baby turtle suddenly yelped. Yoshi had pulled him too hard.

Yoshi released him again, and the baby turtle let go of his thumb, scrambling out of his 'father's' hold and hiding beside the box that still held the slider.

The four creatures watched in terror as Yoshi's thumb began to bleed.

It was silent.

Yoshi felt his face go red-hot with frustration. He yelled loudly. Just yelled, unbottled his anger and pain and... yelled. He shouted out no words, simply expelled his fury at the situation, his fury with the new life he was forced into, the squalor he had been reduced to, the pain of losing everything and suddenly being bridled with four ungrateful kids that couldn't be left alone for fifteen minutes without starting some situation. Once Yoshi had finished yelling his lungs out... he sobbed.

Yoshi wept and wept, the heaviness he'd felt on his shoulders crushing him to the floor. His tears pooled around him, soaking his pants he doubled over, unable to catch his breath. Everything was just too much. He'd lost the love of his life, he'd lost his dream profession, he'd lost his looks and livelihood, he'd lost the last family member he had, he'd lost it all. Everything. And Yoshi sobbed like a baby. 

Not his best moment.

Yoshi only stopped when he heard the weeping and wailing of four tiny babies by his side.

His head rose from his knees, glancing up in panic at the four children.

The softshell was sobbing desperately, cowering in fear at Splinter, afraid... afraid of him? Of his anger?

No, no... he was afraid for him.

The little boxshell turtle was wailing hysterically, clawing at the walls of his box, trying to get to Yoshi. The snapping turtle was crying as well, though not as loudly. The red-eared slider was whimpering and weeping as well, hands pressed against the wall and trying to push it away or push it down, trying to get to Yoshi as well.

Yoshi hiccuped, breathing in quickly as he realized what he'd done.

"Oh, oh, no no no -- I'm so sorry, my little ones, I'm so sorry -- I-I didn't mean to scare you..."

Yoshi reached into each box and picked the babies up, cradling them close. The boxshell kept crying, burying his little face into Yoshi's furry chest as he wiped his tears away. The slider also started rubbing his tiny face across Yoshi's shirt, trying to hug his father while also hiding his wet and gloppy tears. The Snapping turtle wrapped his tail around the rat-man's wrist as he gripped hand, hugging him tight and churring softly against his arm, trying to calm the both of them down. Yoshi started crying softly again as he held each one close to his heart, trying to soothe them. He heard a soft clicking chirp and glanced up to see the softshell somberly creeping towards him, suck-up sniffing as he came towards his toes. He tried to mew out a meager apology as he circled his foot.

Yoshi reached his hand out for him, hoping he would accept the invitation despite all that had just happened between the two of them.

Fortunately, he did, and crawled onto Yoshi's palm, sniveling as he did.

"I'm sorry," Yoshi whispered, bringing the little guy up to his face and nuzzling him with his snout and whiskers. The baby gripped his face and smushed his own snout against him, whimpering as their tears melted together. "I'm so sorry, my son. I didn't mean to scare you or hurt you. I won't do it again..."

The baby cooed at him, nuzzling him gently and patting his cheeks. He accepted the apology.

"Maybe... maybe you need more space than just a box, hm?" he wondered aloud.

He decided to let them roam the room instead, using the box as a makeshift baby-gate to blockade the door so they wouldn't escape. He also cleaned up the fruit and lettuce from where he'd dropped it on the floor. He left the plate out in the center of the room, close to where he sat so he could keep an eye on them.

The little slider nibbled on the lettuce a bit before running around excitedly. He seemed to love the extra space.

The snapping turtle lumbered after him, giddily giggling as he waddled around.

The sat messily munching on the strawberries, covering himself in the juices and skins.

The softshell wandered around the room, sniffing everything and inspecting it all. He growled if the slider got to energetic too close to him. The slider never figured it out.

"Boys, behave," Yoshi reminded them. "I'll still put you in the box if I have to."

That was mostly a joke. But you could tell that they believed him, because they made sure not to get into any fights. At least, nothing bad. They roughhoused a little. But all in good fun.

Yoshi exhaled and laid down on the floor, exhausted beyond all comprehension. The tiny little boxshell turtle chirped at him, almost asking if he was alright.

"I'm fine, just tired," Yoshi replied.

"Peep?"

"Because I've been working on fixing up our home all day. And I just cried a lot. Crying is tiring work."

"Peep, peep?"

"I don't know why. It just is."

"Peep!"

Yoshi felt somthing kneading agaisnt his ribs. He rolled his head over to see the sticky little critter trying to climb up his side.

He chuckled at the sight before helping the littlest one up.

"There we go, that's better, right? All high up now. I bet you can see the whole room," Yoshi joked.

The little baby sat proudly on his father's stomach, surveying the entire room and watching as his brothers played and explored. He then turned and waddled over to Yoshi's chest, rubbing himself clean on his shirt as he did so.

"Yes, thank you for that," Yoshi sighed. "You'll still need a bath, though."

"Peep!"

The little turtle's chirp sounded almost like a laugh. Yoshi chuckled back.

"You know... since you really are my sons now... I suppose you'll need names. Let's see..."

Yoshi elevated himself up on his elbows, studying the tiny baby boy on his chest carefully. He was tiny, had bright yellow spots and some orange-yellow markings on his shell as well.

"...How about 'Sonny'?"

'Sonny' spat his tongue out at Yoshi and blew raspberries at him.

"Okay, okay, maybe not. What about Shelly?"

The baby cocked his head to the side, almost to question his father's mental state if he actually thought that name was a good choice for him.

"You're a picky kid. Fine, fine, I'm sure I can come up with something clever soon... How about for now, I call you 'Orange'? Is that okay?"

The baby turtle plopped himself down, purring quietly. Good enough for now, it seemed.

"Then if you're 'Orange', let's call your snapping turtle brother 'Red', the softshell 'Purple', and the slider 'Blue'. That way I can tell you all apart! I'll get some little handkerchiefs or something to wrap around your shells so I can remember..."

Yoshi sighed.

"...I still have so much work to do..."

He looked out over the group of toddlers, running around and playing as 'Orange' started to fall asleep on his Dad's stomach, comforted by his warmth and one-sided conversation.

"...But I suppose you're all worth it," he smiled.

[receival]

baldur’s gate 3 starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from larian’s baldur’s gate 3. part 2.

look at me - i’m not a monster.

stay back. i don’t want to hurt you, but i will.

no. you’re not one of them at all.

i was ready to run you through. my mistake, friend.

that’s far enough. what’s your business down here?

you revealed our location? that tongue gets any looser, (name), and i’ll cut it out.

reckon i might miss this place.

this place is more dangerous than i thought.

well, don’t you cut a fine figure.

sometimes i’m jealous of that girl. ugh - to feel so invincible again.

in your expert opinion, what’s the best way to kill a devil?

i’m certain there are answers out there. we’ll find them together.

there’s no story. none that you’re entitled to hear, anyway.

you can tolerate a great deal of suffering, so long as it has meaning.

until then, all i can do is endure.

please try to understand that it’s not something i can just talk about freely.

perhaps there’s potential in you.

honestly, your faith is your own concern. i won’t judge, one way or the other.

i think i did well by joining you.

you already know my biggest secrets. what more can you ask?

that wall’s an illusion! hiding what, i wonder …

sun, moon, and stars will still be there, waiting for us.

this place is pretty spectacular, isn’t it?

no book or painting could ever do its strange beauty justice.

a perfect ring of mushrooms … nature, or magic?

hmm. i thought that might’ve done something.

another illusion. is anything real down here?

i’m more concerned with this ‘twit’ who set a spectator on you.

a rival - a mere footnote to my legend. you should be more concerned with who i am.

the fools must have turned back. or, better yet, died in the search.

i need no more rivals. try to take this as a compliment, yes?

this presence … this magic is not divine, but fey.

little? i am a god! and i’m gonna rip you - tear you - wear you for a hat -

don’t do anything hasty, now.

i’ll just kill you and claim it for myself.

i’m the lord of murder - i’ll show you why.

if you’re expecting me to drop to my knees before you, forget it.

a wizard’s tower is his sanctum, a private place for research and respite. but as this wizard’s not home … i say we take a peek.

a strange place for a button. especially one that doesn’t work.

what good would it do for me to be troubled? we can’t save them all.

you’ll have to speak slowly. i find it quite difficult to concentrate with my condition gnawing at my insides like a teething displacer kitten.

the whole village is falling to pieces …

hey, maybe we can scare up a few dusty bottles of wine somewhere.

i like your way of thinking. split any takings we find?

what creatures live in water this dark?

i’m a rabid dirty dog. and i bite.

i could’ve killed you before you even noticed me, but i didn’t. stand down.

i can be discreet. no need for bloodshed.

share? you really are in the wrong place.

a bleeding heart, are you? reckon i’ll just roast and eat it.

what in the hells did you do to that corpse?

you do plenty for me, more than you realize. but this cannot be remedied.

are you alright? is there anything i can do to help you?

enough. bickering won’t save your friend.

run away, then.

(name) - i was so worried! did they hurt you?

who cares? we’re together now, thank gods!

i’m grateful, don’t mistake me, but … why help us?

freeze it, cock-stench. we aren’t done just yet.

pay up, and you get to skink away. resist, and i gut you.

drop it. i don’t owe you anything.

your incompetence has been my ruin.

stop! no more innocents will die today, (name).

you care for the weak. most curious.

you so much as touch me, and i’ll tear you from limb to limb.

ah - another treacherous soul walks among us.

i ain’t going down easy.

you been a shit since i laid eyes on you, (name).

strike him down. prove your faith.

your silence speaks to your heresy.

look, you have no idea what you’re dealing with …

it’s the whole damn reason we’re here, and i’m not leaving without it.

the mission comes first.

and i thought i’d heard it all. that’s some cambion-level deception.

i go where there’s shit to stir. and there’s no shortage of options.

i can’t remember much, truth be told.

centuries of torment will do that to you.

you’ve been naughty. and you know what happens when you’re naughty.

just who in the nine hells are you?

well, well. aren’t you a luscious thing?

been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that.

you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it.

you know, i’ve been thinking. and i think there’s something i should tell you. nothing big or terrible, just … a small little detail about me that hasn’t come up naturally.

i want to join you - to fight by your side.

i’m sorry for barging in like this, but i had to come find you.

i won’t let you down. i promise.

we all have our burdens, one way or the other.

i’m trying to say that you’ve earned my trust in a way very few ever have … i want that to mean something.

freedom - i’d forgotten how it felt. thank you.

if you have a moment, i’d like your opinion on something.

the problem is this: a preponderance of evidence that i am a terrible adventurer.

i can’t risk re-capture. i barely escaped last time.

it was a mistake. and not one we’ll repeat.

i don’t know. he was kind of fun.

we can’t just invite danger in to our hearth like that. we must be more careful.

most monsters will think twice before making a meal of me.

an old hunter’s trick - if you can’t mask your scent, spoil it.

i prefer a weapon to stench, thanks.

you’re a monster hunter? not what i imagined.

whatever you’re hunting, your stench alone will kill it.

a quick wit is rare indeed.

know how to ask, and they’ll share that knowledge. if you’re fool enough to pay their price.

speak plainly. what is she?

i think you’re mistaken - this place looks innocent enough.

truth is like a blade, my friend. we can arm ourselves with it - or just as easily find it pressed against our throat.

i would not put you in danger.

your coyness is getting boring. tell me.

you take insult where none is intended, my friend.

how thoroughly invigorating it is to stand by one’s friend in the face of danger.

you best have one hells of an apology for me.

you must have mistaken me for someone else.

that wriggler swimming in your brain juice is a bit of an inconvenience, isn’t it?

that’s none of your concern.

don’t change the subject.

keep that hole under your nose shut.

let’s not involve ourselves in this place any longer than is necessary.

you want to play the hero so badly? fine. let’s make this interesting.

gods, it’s hot in here.

i’ve had better days. and worse ones.

i am, after all, the villain of the tale.

you truly are a soul that steels my own.

you are as thick as they come.

even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.

i stand at a precipice, but if you do not give up hope, neither shall i.

all of this … it must feel like a betrayal.

you bastard! you ruined it, you ruined everything!

slow down - what did i do?

this is an interesting way of thanking me.

i don’t need this. good luck getting out of here on your own.

i know i should head home, but … i can’t bring myself to leave.

(are you alright?) / not even a little bit. but i will be.

she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.

i promise i will not betray your trust.

i cannot thank you enough.

you will face (name)’s judgement.

i wish you could have visited at a better time.

you had no right to intervene.

you’re not one of us.

copper for your thoughts?

always a delight to speak to you.

did i play games like this in my youth? was i sweet once?

what are you doing? i’m busy here!

nothing beats the taste of stolen beer.

come on, now. they’re just having a bit of fun.

let’s do what we have to do, then get out of here.

smell’s like burnt flesh.

hold out your arm so i can mark your flesh.

i’m here to spill your guts across the floor.

pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldn’t you agree?

i often feel i like raw pain too much. it scares me.

as long as the story ends in death, it’s all the same to me.

forgive me, but - that look in your eyes. something terrible has happened to you.

what i see in your eyes, in your soul, is only natural.

we’ve all suffered in these dark times. it is little wonder you hear scars of pain and anguish.

touch me and you’ll lose your hand.

the pain you suffer will cleanse you - do not fight it.

you look tired. should i take over?

welcome the pain. let it become part of you.

that looks like it’s going to bruise.

not that i’m suggesting we stop for a drink, of course.

i wouldn’t want to place all my faith in blind luck.

sympathies won’t help me to survive.

your life, much like your words, is meaningless. end the latter to save the former.

looks like the booze got the better of them. they’re practically unconscious.

they’re dying for me. all of them.

why don’t you take a closer look? i’ll observe from back here.

please don’t open the creepy book!

toddlers are easier to please than you lot.

you know, i never pictured myself as a hero.

all i want is a little fun. is that so much to ask?

having performance issues, (name)?

never have i met such troglodytes.

i was hoping you wouldn’t notice i was gone.

i suggest we admire it from afar.

it would be too much to hope that’s nothing to do with us, wouldn’t it?

i go my own way - alone.

i’ll feed your innards to the ants before i do that.

[genericpuff]

SO I just got my stay-flats in for mailing prints which means I'm one step closer to getting my online shop open <3

But what I WASN'T expecting to also show up inside the box of mailers was my pre-order copy of Covenant!

Apologies in advance because my photos aren't the greatest, but I wanna share some pics of it because I'm really impressed with how these books look and feel.

For starters, the actual cover designs. The front cover features stunning art and has a nice gloss cover, whereas the backside actually has a softer matte feel with gloss golden text which compliments the overall aesthetic of the book very nicely.

As for inside the book...

I was so relieved to see how well the formatting was done. Those who follow me here know I spend a lot of time bitching about webtoons-related stuff and one of my biggest gripes is how the webtoon format overall is very unfriendly to long-term publishing, as many creators don't anticipate eventually formatting for print (and Webtoons certainly hasn't helped as for years they've perpetuated the notion that print books are "dead", at least until it came to them making money 🍵) It's not an easy task to convert a vertical webtoon into a page format comic, but I'm happy to say that Lysandra's team here knocked it out of the park. The panel and text flow is smooth and easy to follow, they always take full advantage of the page space given to them, and the overall structure of every page feels very well thought out to work for the story it's trying to tell (as this is an action comic with fight scenes which can be tricky enough to pull off in page format, let alone converting from vertical format!) They've also gone out of their way to properly format the episode divides, so episodes (or as they're called in the story's stylization, "books") flow seamlessly with very little breakage, unlike what you would find in some webtoon-to-print books that often find the flow interrupted by episode title breaks every few pages. According to the credits page in the front of the book, we owe a lot of the formatting to layout designer Miranda Mundt and book designer Carey Soucy! Well done!

The print quality of the pages is also superb, printed on high-quality glossy paper which makes for stunning colors that have translated well from web to print. The darks are very dark which is necessary for a comic like Covenant which has a very earthy color palette; but when there ARE color pop moments of pink, red, and blue, they really shine. Of course, there is a downside to this, which is that the glossy paper WILL show your thumbprints in the darker areas (especially if you have particularly oily hands like I do, ech) but hey, it adds character and it's worth seeing the comic's art come to life on the glossy paper.

Sooo yeah! This is a very competent and well-made book from an awesome creator and if I have ANYTHING to snipe about just for the sake of it, it's that it's no wonder Webtoons tried to keep the creator from promoting their book launch, because it frankly outdoes a lot of WT's own publishing efforts LOL Congrats on your book launch Lysandra, I'm looking forward to getting my hands on Volume 2! <3

[yesbutmakeitgay]

Do You Remember My Old Names?

GIF by userbrielarson

Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 15

Bittersweet, Mutual pining, Goodbyes.

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling 💜

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I really love this one so much!

Masterlist | This collection | AO3

Captain Marvel enters her ship after another successful mission wanting for nothing more than to relax and rest while reaching her next destination, that is, until she senses someone else’s presence in her space home.

She walks slowly, pointing one of her lit up fists in a general forward direction, "I know you’re in here, who are you? Who sent you?" she warns the intruder as she steps further into the ship.

Once she reaches the living room, she turns on the light to reveal you, sitting on the couch unbothered, "You scared me!" she sighs in relief, putting her arm down.

Your face lights up when you see her, "Boo!"

"Wait." She looks around, alarmed once again.

"We're alone, I checked," you reassure her, she remains skeptical, "twice."

She frowns, glancing at the entrance, "Did anyone see you come in?"

"I've been doing this for twenty years, I'd appreciate it if you would trust me a little by now," you say lightheartedly.

"Sorry, I’m still worked up from the mission."

"It's okay, you did a great job, Captain," you congratulate her while placing your tablet by your side.

A blush appears on her cheeks, "Thanks."

You're the agent in charge of the intel for all of Captain Marvel's missions. You do all the background checks, remotely scout every scene before she arrives, and know the ins and outs of all her jobs. You're in her comms whenever things go south and have gotten her out of trouble more than a few times in all your years working together.

Being such a key component to the strongest Avenger's work means you are forced to live in the shadows. You periodically change your name, your looks, and even your accent, it also means that you aren't allowed to be seen with The Captain.

Although you work together on a daily basis, being in your presence has always brought a kind of unease to Carol. For starters, you never show up when things are going peachy, but also, being around you makes her nervous, you seem to have an unquestionable power over her, something she has never felt with anyone else before.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Agent—" she stops herself, "what do I call you this time?"

"Whatever you want," you shrug, your title isn’t important anymore.

"Is everything alright?"

"…Yes." Carol might not be familiar with your physical mannerisms, but she can tell by your voice that something is pressing on your chest.

You share the most intimate relationship two people can have. You know everything about her, you look out for her everyday and her safety is your number one priority, but you aren't allowed to interact outside of work, even less so, in person.

On the flip side, Carol doesn't even know your real name, she only knows all the pseudonyms you've gone by throughout the years, still, she knows to seamlessly put all her trust in you, your voice is the first and last thing she hears during her missions.

It took her a while to get used to it, to let her walls fall down and be vulnerable with you, but she realized, in due time, that you would never let her down. You're always a step ahead whenever she needs you.

Carol offers you a cup of freshly made tea as she takes a seat beside you, "I only just told Fury, so don't say anything, but I’m retiring," you explain.

"Oh, congratulations?" She isn't sure how you're feeling about it, this is the last thing she was expecting, her heart begins to beat faster without her consent and she can't tell why.

"Thanks, I can't wait to get away from this job," you chuckle.

"Bullshit, you love your job, even more than I love mine which is a lot to say."

She doesn't know that the only reason you love your job so much is you get to work with her everyday, but it's not enough for you anymore, you're tired of hiding, of having to move around all the time. You can't deal with not being allowed to talk to her, to see her whenever you want.

Carol’s mind is racing, she’s beginning to worry about her future without you, how that’s going to affect her work and, by extension, the lives of so many other people, she’s worried that whoever takes over for you won’t be as skilled, as capable, as trustworthy…that they won’t care for her the same way you always have.

Regardless of how she feels about the news, she can tell you’re at peace with your decision, so she tries to be supportive,"I’m gonna miss you, we make such a great team, I haven't had a mishap in three years." It takes everything in her to keep her act together.

"I know, you're welcome," you grin.

"Do they have a replacement for you?"

You give her an apologetic look, "I think Fury is taking over while they find a good fit." Your mind is made up even though you know this isn’t the best way you could have done things.

It becomes clear to Carol that this arrangement is truly sudden, "I’m surprised he let you go so easily."

"He put a up tough fight, but I’m not budging." Goose jumps on your lap asking for cuddles, and you oblige.

"Why not?" She responds a little too quickly.

You take a deep breath, "I’m just over it, you know? This kind of thrill, it was fun when we were younger, but some of us do age."

"Do not pull that card on me, I can throw you into a Light-Speed Engine and give you powers too!" She's only half joking, she would do anything not to lose you.

"Oh, no, thank you, I just wanna go home, settle down, stop hiding from everyone," be with you, "get a cat, maybe?"

She points at Goose, "I have a cat."

"She's not a cat," you retaliate, prompting the flerken to hop off of your lap.

"Did you come to say goodbye, then?" She accepts her fate, as devastated as she is to see you go, she understands you completely, she always has.

You nod sadly, standing up, as she does the same. "Goodbye, Captain, my years working with you have been the best of my entire life."

"I hope you can finally find the peace you’re looking for."

You share a comforting hug that carries everything you both left unsaid, one that’s full of melancholy and bittersweet happiness for the opportunity to have known each other for so long. She doesn’t dare move until you let go, her nose is now red and her eyes are brimming with tears.

You gently run your hands up and down her arms, "You’re gonna do great without me, everything is gonna be okay, I promise," you reassure her.

She only nods trying her best to believe you, after all, you have never let her down.

You exit the ship as Carol turns to the coffee table after seeing an object out of the corner of her eye, "Wait, your forgot—" but it’s too late, the door has already closed behind you.

She picks up the small card and finds your real name, phone number, and address on it, flipping it over, she immediately recognizes your handwriting that reads, "Come find me, I love you."

[irondad-defensesquad]

(Sorta based on this idea)

“Heavy boots of lead, fills his victims full of dread,” Peter sings with emotion. “Running as fast as they can, Iron Man lives agaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH MR. STARK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!” His voice rises quite a few octaves.

Tony snorts rather loudly.

“No, keep going, I want to hear you do the guitar again,” he jokes.

“Have you been watching me this whole time?!”

“Shouldn’t your Peter Tingle detect me?”

Peter glares at him but decides not to comment.

“Just– forget it, Mr. Stark,” he groans, deciding to return to his homework.

“Aw, come on.”

“I’m procrastinating anyway,” Peter mumbles.

Tony just smiles at him. He already knew Peter would be in the workshop, but he wasn’t expecting to hear his mentee singing Tony’s favorite song. And knowing how to sing all the lyrics.

“You need any help, Ozzy?” He asks.

“No, Mr. Stark.”

“Alright. Call me if you need.”

Tony works on his own things and in the meantime… he realizes his other favorite songs and bands are playing. Back in Black, for starters. The one song Peter loves annoying him about – calling it a Led Zeppelin song, for crying out loud. Iron Maiden might play, too.

But there are some that aren’t part of Tony’s playlist. Some are actually more recent, such as Pearl Jam, Foo Fighters, and Audioslave. Bands he doesn’t listen to as often, but they’re great ones.

“Wow, this playlist rocks,” Tony compliments. “Is it yours, Pete?”

Peter might tense at the question. “Uh… no, no. It’s just… playing on shuffle.”

Tony raises an eyebrow.

“... F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Wait–”

“The playlist is called ‘Iron Man vibes, three fire emojis’, created by Peter Parker.”

“I hate BOTH of you,” Peter whines.

“Ow, don’t say that to FRI. She’s sensitive.”

“It’s just a really dumb playlist I made when I was– a teenager.”

“Peter, you are a teenager.”

“It’s stupid, okay? I didn’t want you to know.”

Tony might soften the teasing for now.

“Ah, gee, kid. It’s not stupid. You made it.”

“Come on, of course it is–”

“It’s sweet and thoughtful of you.”

Peter’s glare stops resisting for too long. His blush is no longer out of embarrassment.

“Seriously, Pete, thanks.”

“... you’re welcome?”

“Will you send me the link?”

Peter considers and sighs. “Okay.”

He grabs his phone and does it rather quickly, not saying anything else.

“Thanks. I’m going to listen to it all the time from now on,” Tony promises.

Peter rolls his eyes affectionately.

They return to the comfortable silence and Peter’s playlist.

Until, suddenly…

“... Mr. Stark, please don’t tell me F.R.I.D.A.Y recorded my- my thing earlier.”

Tony smirks but doesn’t respond.

“Mr. Stark.”

“Don’t worry, kid, I’m not gonna post it online.”

Peter inhales.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, delete that footage right now!!”

“I’m afraid the video has already been sent to Boss’ personal files.”

“MR. STARK!!!!!” Peter yells, wanting to kill Tony, who only laughs at his demise.

[mooingmaddie]

And this is why women on this app are so concerned about who we interact with and how. This is insane and ridiculous. I’ve never interacted with this person other than what you see here, and his very first message was just him sending me one of my posts asking if that was me. And he blocked me before I even opened the last messages. Mind you, I’ve been at work all day and having a particularly stressful day with that so I haven’t been checking messages frequently.

I do not only interact with feeders, but I am a feedee so it does make sense that’s who I am most interested in interacting with. And I certainly don’t report people for not being a feeder….like, what??? Something tells me this guy is being reported for reasons other than not being a feeder 🙄😳 Like, oh idk, maybe for being racist??? Just for starters….

As ANOTHER reminder….no one owes you anything! Nothing! At all! Not their time, not their money, not their attention, not their content, nothing.

Shit like this is just annoying, frustrating, and makes me want to take a break from this app. I already had a busy schedule the next couple days, but this is just another reason why I won’t be posting much for a few.

I hope everyone stays safe and makes good decisions ♥️

[happiestplacehq]

                   SECOND STAR TO THE RIGHT                                                AND STRAIGHT ON TILL

                                                     SEASON TWO !!

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It is with great pleasure that I can finally announce the end to our hiatus, and the beginning of the new season of HAPPIESTPLACEHQ!

I cannot wait to see what the future brings for us, and hope that you are all as thrilled as I am to be back. Keep your eyes peeled for updated bios and graphics, new characters, events and plot drops, as well as an update to our rules and pages.

Not everything is complete just yet, so pardon our pixie dust for a moment longer while graphics continue to be changed in the coming weeks.

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Please find below a full list of everything that has been updated during our revamp. Once you have read through the updates, roleplaying can once again begin!

The Rules Updates - [read the new rules page here]

New activity and character rules are now in place for all players! Please read carefully as this is in effect from 1st October.

Activity Changes

Players must be active on all their characters at least twice per month, on two separate weeks. (For example, posting on the 1st week of the month and the 3rd week of the month). This will be checked at the end of each month, and a warning issued to those who have not posted within this time span.

You must have an interaction with at least 2 other players (not characters) on each character. If you are seen to only be interacting with certain players (bubbling) and not reaching out to anyone else in the RP you will be issued a warning. You will be notified if you have been inactive on individual characters.

Please keep on top of the threads you owe and don’t drop threads after the first or second interaction. Reply to the starters people make for you, and reply to the replies you get on your open starters. Reply to open starters!! I will be checking reply counts on threads. Reply to your replies and communicate with your partner if the thread isn’t working.

If you’re going to be gone for between two weeks to a month or more, you must ask for a hiatus. You do not need to give a reason for the hiatus, but you are asked to check in with us at the end of your hiatus if you need an extension or are returning to the dash.

Muse posts do not count toward activity. Completing tasks does, as long as you have also been active at least once in the month.

Other Rules

In the interest of diversity and making our group as welcoming as possible to all writers, your 2nd character’s faceclaim must be either a Person of Colour, Body Diverse or Gender Diverse (or meet multiple criteria). If your 2nd character is not a person of colour, then your 3rd character must be a person of colour.

As our upper limit has been extended to 10 characters, we ask that no more than 4 characters are white & cisgender. This means that 6 characters must be diverse in some way, meeting at least one of the above criteria.

Starters are your friends. Please reply to at least two open starters before posting your own, and remember to post an open starter at minimum every few weeks so all players have a chance to interact.

So I know you have read and understood these changes to activity and character diversity, please reply to this post with your least favourite colour.

Character Bios

All bios will be receiving a fresh coat of paint over the next few weeks including better formatting and new graphics (the graphics load was too much to finish before the hiatus ended)

All currently taken bios will be reposted via the queue with new graphics and the updates everyone sent to me last month. (For blacklisting, I will be using the tag #happiestbio).

Open bios will be getting updates including new FCs and re-writes, which are still ongoing with the graphics. These will simply be updated rather than re-posted.

The character navigation page has been updated.

All old OCs have now been archived.

Page Updates

OOC and Contact Pages

Locations - now includes a long list of brand new locations! You can find it [here].

The navigation sections and plot drops section is currently being updated to be more cohesive. (This was more work than anticipated, but a dedicated page to the entire plot thus far is in the works.)

Applications

OC applications will now be open to all until the end of the year to celebrate our new season!

Applications will be open again from October 1st.

Our first acceptance of the season will be Friday 4th October!

Coming Soon

Our next event!

Another big plot drop and a big push toward furthering our plot!

New bios are on their way, and I'm super excited for you all to see them! These will be mixed into the queue with the taken bios.

A locations blog is coming soon, which will feature information on various spots around town. (Thank you Naomi for your ongoing help with this!)

Once again, thank you all for sticking around! I look forward to writing with you all again.

[sweetheartofmine]

open to: m/f/nb 21+. muse: his royal highness, king alarion. 35-40. richard madden. master / daddy dom (idc if it's historically accurate). plot: y/m has been taken captive and is now being forced to serve as the king's pet. i ask that you bring me your feisty, fiery muses with no intention of submitting. those who will fight for their freedom at every opportunity. take your meek, submissive muses to another thread. potential kinks include n*ncon/d*bcon, heavy petplay and master/slave, daddy kink, 24/7 collar/leash usage, se.xual torture (with positive or negative connotations), impact play, degradation & humiliation, and any other found here (feel free to ask about others not listed). connection: king/queen or prince/ss of rival kingdom. knight. lord/lady. anyone very pretty that alarion would desire. note: this is the male version of this starter.

"where is my pet?" the king’s words are accompanied by the arch of one perfect brow. the girl at his feet, resting her head on the king’s knees, makes a small, confused sound. alarion reassures her with one hand petting that pretty, dumb head. "not you, sweet dove." his gaze moves to a nearby servant, expectant look on his face. "my new pet. i trust they have been bathed and groomed to my liking?" his washerwoman, pretty girls deemed too dumb, infertile, or low-bred for marriage, bathed each of his pets daily. 'yes, your grace.' nodding over his shoulder, the servant urges another to bring them in. the second servant leads the captive into the throne room, at the end of a leash of golden chain. in front of the dais, the chain is attached to a ring in the floor, anchoring them to the spot. 'kneel before your king,' the servant hisses, forcing the captive to their knees and tightening the chain so that they cannot rise. "that will be all. take this one with you. she has been a good dog and has earned her free-time." brainwashed eyes look reluctant to leave her master, however the girl is not given a choice as a leash is clipped to her collar and the servant pulls her away. alarion rises, and as he towers above his newly styled pet, the king's critical blue eyes take in every inch of their bare skin. "sit will suffice to bring you to your knees next time." he circles their kneeling form slowly, taking in their body, perfumed and oiled; their hair, trimmed and styled to his preference; the golden collar around their neck that tells everyone of their place in society. "you are a pretty one indeed. i do not believe i will regret claiming you for my own." alarion isn't quite through with his inspection yet, but he supposes he owes them at least the kindness of explaining their situation. "now, do you know why i have taken you?" he reaches their front once more. "i am sure you are aware of my habit of collecting pets. some call them slaves, however i assure you one must be human to be considered a slave. my pets are no such thing. the girl you saw moments ago is no more than a dog. a bi.tch that would live in a kennel in any other castle. a nameless animal without value or purpose in life other than companionship for its master. my other pets are the same. and, now, so are you." plush lips curve into a smile. "you should thank me. few are worthy of the role."

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

do you have any headcanons for the maidenvault princesses?

I think I have a couple! Some of these might be gathered from previous headcanon posts so forgive me if I’m repeating myself again lol

Daena:

- canonically a daddy’s girl, definitely thought her father and brother were the coolest people alive as a kid though didn’t completely understand the trauma her dad was still grappling with until after his death

-loved her sisters and naerys but probably had a bit of a Not Like Other Girls goth phase when she was little, poor girl 💀

- tried to bond with the Last Dragon, but was forbidden from ever going into the dragonpit and never managed to succeed in sneaking in until after the dragon died. Probably named her horses dragon names like Meleys and Meraxes because she wanted to imagine she was riding one of them

- likely did consider running away entirely in the few times she broke out, but felt bad about abandoning her sisters and decided to stay for their sake (even tho she got kinda mad at them abt it)

- when it comes to her relationship with aegon…… okay ngl I do think she willingly slept with him, but was kinda coerced into doing so because he helped break her out and was pressured into feeling like she owed him

- Mentioned this before but she and Barba had a very horrible toxic frienemy-ship. Like, they hated each other, probably openly talked shit about one another but also shit-talked everyone else in the Maidenvault and stayed up all night talking about how much they fuckin hated it there

-She definitely loves Daemon cause he’s her baby boy but was bitter at being made pregnant to begin with. Her relationship with him was loving but really unhealthy

- Idk how she dies? I’m pretty sure she’s supposed to have died young, honestly I headcanon sometime in her late 20’s/ early 30’s but she gets a cool rad hot girl death like. Idk. Fighting a wolf. Or getting caught in a storm and getting shipwrecked

Rhaena:

- Okay so I think she might be the sister we know least about so she gets the most fanfic-y writing cause I’m getting silly with it. For starters, absolutely her mom’s favourite, probably took a lot after Daenaera in looks and was overall really cute and sweet as a kid

- That being said!! In her maidenvault era, she was absolutely deranged. Like, still a nice girl, but because she was weirdly okay with being trapped in the maidenvault to begin with I do think she started acting like a weirdo. Like, when Daena went all in refusing to admit who her baby daddy was Rhaena was saying shit like “well maybe the father should be gelded and thrown naked onto the sept to be beaten with sticks. In a holy way :)”

- Still Naerys’ favourite cousin and ngl Naerys was probably her favourite cousin too, but their views on the faith were a littleeeeee different. Because of how weird she gets I kinda like to think she was also just weird about her views and how the faith works. Thinks even a bad thought needs to be severely punished and probably did hurt herself just a littleee in the process which Naerys absolutely did not fuck with

- Developped agoraphobia post-maidenvault era. Started getting really anxious about just being outside so immediately went to be a septa just to close herself inside another holy-ish place because that’s kinda what she saw as her protection. Unhealthy coping mechanism queen <3

- Idk I don’t have much on her beyond that. Think she died pretty peacefully? Probably some flu when she was older

Elaena:

- Childhood friends with Daeron because she was a little too young to really be playmates with her sisters or brothers. I want to think they had a normal familial relationship as kids? But then again this is the Targs we’re talking about here soo…..

- When she originally cut her hair it was so bad and fucked up that she needed Daena and Rhaena both to help fix it. She ended up with a very short bowl cut that she eventually grew out a little, and learned to maintain her own hair because she got so embarrassed asking for help 😭

- Was genuinely in love with Alyn, though a bittttt too young and sheltered to really realize how fucked up it was and how their relationship might’ve probably definitely ruined his marriage to Baela. Maybeeee it’s for the best he went missing-

- As for the whole Viserys Plumm thing…. Okay, I gotta be honest I kinda doubt Aegon was really the dad here. Tbh that does lean into some fun little horror elements if he is, but let’s bfr here Eleana would neverrrr sleep with AEGON of all people willingly??? Especially by then cause there’s no doubt in my mind he was starting to look pretty gross

- Tbh I think she and Myriah initially kinda had a strained relationship because of her initial sorta weird familial relationship with Daeron when they were younger, but they slowly started to get along and respect each other as members of the government

- I also headcanon her to have been the one to suggest the Aerys/Aelinor match (as mentioned previously I think she might be Aelinor’s stepmom just cause it works better timeline-wise)

- Honestly, she lived to be so old that ngl I kinda think she might’ve straight up died from natural causes like- seventy is a legendary age in westeros girlie outlived everyoneeee in her generation! Hell she might’ve lived long enough to see Egg become king before kicking it!

[magneticrage]

ONE-LINER STARTER CALL

To get things going again on here if you'd like a wee one-liner starter could you give this post a like? Will reblog this a few times before I type up any owed. Multi's please specify who it's for.

[inyri]

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜ for the sentence starters! I'd love to read some swtor but if another world speaks to you more then go for it ^^

(This may or may not show up in a future chapter in some form- this version is emphatically a draft and I’m still working out the dynamic between these two, so we’ll call this a character study.)

SWTOR. Nine and Satele.)

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“-because of a lie?” Satele raises an eyebrow over the rim of her cup. “Forgive me, but I’d have thought Theron would be used to that.”

“Because you know him so well?” Void, she’s got to get out of here. When she tries to sit up, though, her head throbs ominously where it had slammed against the canyon wall and her nerves hum electric and she sighs, settling back onto the pillow. She could use another kolto syringe or even a few tablets of painkiller but she owes her too much already so she turns to her side instead, face toward the cabin wall. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she mutters, “particularly not with you. Look, I appreciate that you rescued me, but-”

If that registered there’s no sign of it in Satele’s voice, as even and unperturbed as ever. “You would have died there otherwise. The shade stalkers were already swarming when I found you.”

Nine sighs. “Or you’d have killed me. You told me that already.”

“Not once I was reasonably certain you were still you.”

“You ought to have left me.” With her eyes closed the pain quiets. “It would have been better if I’d died. At least with him inside my head he couldn’t hurt anyone else, or if I’d died here alone maybe I’d have dragged him down with me to the hells. Now he’s loose again and-” oh, stars- “we’ve got to warn them. If he tries here what he did on Ziost-” The cup clinks gently against the floor grate, the little crate scraping backward as the Jedi rises to press her hand against her forehead. It was meant to calm her, she thinks, but it reminds her for a moment of the restraining strap in the chair at the Intelligence Tower and she twists away abruptly- or tries to, her body hopelessly tangled in the thin blanket. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, Ciph-” Satele catches herself neatly; she barely heard the correction- “Commander, and he’s not going to hurt Odessen. Be calm.”

When she rolls onto her back she’s looking down at her and the color’s wrong but oh, her eyes look so much like Theron’s. “You can’t know that.”

“I do. He’s still tethered to you-” (but he said- she interrupts, and Satele raises a hand to quiet her)- “and he will be until he is destroyed or you die. If he wanted to leave you to claim another host or draw more power he’d have done so at the first possible opportunity, which would suggest that he’s incapable of it. So either he truly believes you’re the best option he has, which seems unlikely, or you’re the only option he has. Why did he hurt you?”

“Now you’ve hurt my feelings.”

Force, even her eyeroll’s just like his. “I only meant that you aren’t Force sensitive- or weren’t, though it’s difficult to separate you from how he’s changed you. It breaks a pattern he began a thousand years ago, that he deliberately bred into his heirs, and I cannot imagine it was intentional.” Satele shrugs, settling back down onto the crate. “I suspect he thought he could simply shunt you aside and assume control.”

She carefully unwinds the blanket from around her legs. “More fool he, then.” No one controls her. Never. Never again. “And to answer your question, he thinks that if he keeps hurting me that eventually I’ll give in and let him help. I said no.” Her belly twinges. “Again.”

“And yet you’re still alive. Still you.”

“Yes,” she says quietly. The light’s hurting her head again; she closes her eyes tight against it.  “For what little that’s worth.”

“It might be worth everything,” Satele murmurs. “It might be worth the galaxy.”

[burnishedrebel]

About and Rules

About

Welcome to Velvet Rogue!

My pseudonym is Marcus, and I’m 29 years old. I’m based in the UK and have been writing in the indie Tumblr RP community for over a decade now. 

This blog is the latest of several for me, and in previous iterations I was midnightsaboteur, classicdecadence, urbanesyndicate and suitsandbourbon. 

I have a 9-5 office job on weekdays, and I’m a hybrid worker, so I’m usually fairly active. I aim to publish a set of replies (usually 3-5 in any one batch) per day. 

My DMs are always open, so feel free to reach out, and we can get chatting! 

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Core Rules

To begin, here are my 'core rules'. These are absolutely essential for writing with me. Why? Because I have a lot of threads at any one time, and these rules help me to cater for many muns without being overwhelmed.

The core rules are:

Spread replies out. Don't post them back to back or very quickly after each other. (This does not apply to open replies).

Limit replies to 1-2 only over any daily period.

If you owe a lot, don't mega-dump replies over 1-2 days for fear of needing to catch up. I'd rather have a slower pace than a lot fired at me quickly.

Check with me if you'd like to reply rapidly (i.e. within a few hours). I'm happy to do back and forth, but let's chat first.

I hate to be blunt, but my rules have been broken often, meaning I'm tight on them now. I will drop the threads in question if any of these four core rules are broken.

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Other Rules and Notes

Styling: I use medium-sized gifs and do not engage with replies using static icons or large-sized gifs. 

Banned FCs: I do not write with any muses using the FCs of… Omar Ayuso, Melissa Barrera, Alexa Demie, the Hamid sisters, Rachel Zegler, Logan Lerman and Cole Sprouse. 

Additionally, I do not write against deceased FCs or those convicted or credibly accused of wrongdoing. 

NSFW: This blog contains untagged NSFW content. 

Starters: All my opens are available for replies, regardless of age. 

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Preferences

Whilst I’m open to writing many different things, you may notice that I tend towards certain muse vibes, plots and aesthetics in my writing. 

These are:

Muses who are criminals, politicians, artistic types, actors, athletes and law enforcement. 

Plots revolving around crime, indulgence, infidelity, sexuality, hookups, secrets and established relationships.

Aesthetics of Los Angeles, New York, the Deep South and London for locations, and art, ballet, Hollywood, noir, writing, sports and government for interests. 

My muse vibes, plots, and aesthetics go beyond this list, but the ones above are a good, general summary of what I like to write. 

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Muses

My muses are split between ‘Main’, 'Selective' and ‘Exclusive’. 

Main muses are those I use frequently and are available to anyone.

Selective muses are those that I use more sparingly but are nevertheless available to anyone.

Exclusive muses are those that I use in a select number of closed plots, with muns whom I've previously written those muses. They are not open to anyone beyond this.