#i can feel that the description of my blog is going to be more accurate for a bit.

[paxcallow]

you have a new son agent zanotto. its okay he does this to everyone.

[o-sachi]

─── Sachi's Selfship Event ✦

Heya, here's my event for my 500 followers milestone. It's been fun writing my silly thoughts and sharing it on this blog. Thanks for all the support y'all have given me. But, as I've mentioned in my last post, I'll start writing on a different blog.

eermmm... update?

✦ The Event ───

Basically, you tell me about your selfship and I give you a set of headcanons based on the SFW alphabet (see content under the cut for the alphabet). For moots and followers that I recognize, I’ll do 10 letters. For everyone else, 8 letters. And for anons, 6 letters.

For fandoms, please keep it within Blue Lock, Wind Breaker, Mashle, and Kaiju no. 8!

✦ Instructions ───

Send me an ask containing the following: your chosen character, your chosen letters, your likes & dislikes, love languages (receiving and giving), hobbies, interests, basic description of your appearance, picrews, random facts, some of your own lore about your selfship, etc. —literally everything that can help me write a more accurate set of headcanons

* Since some people might not be comfortable sharing their info, I’ll keep the asks in my inbox and tag you on your post instead. But if you’re on anon, I have no choice but to answer the ask.

✦ Rules ───

1. Do not rush me with your request. If you’ve sent me an ask, I’ve definitely read it.

2. Only one selfship per person!

3. Do not include any nsfw information in the ask that you will send me.

Note: Depending on the amount of asks I get, I might not be able to fulfill all of them. Of course, moots and followers take priority!

Fulfilled Letters !

✉️: Letter for Lumi ✉️: Letter for Candy ✉️: Letter for Amy ✉️: Letter for Rye

✉️: Letter for Maru ✉️: Letter for Chiya ✉️: Letter for Miro✉️: Letter for Jei

✉️: Letter for Mari ✉️: Letter for Luvlyycy

Check under the cut for the letters you can choose from ~

These are just general descriptions for each letter, but based on the info you'll give me, I can delve into it deeper and provide stuff beyond what is written here.

A - Affection How do they show their affection for you? Do they get bouts of cuteness aggression?

B - Best Quality What they think is/are your best quality/ies and why

C - Comfort How do they comfort you when you're sad and down?

D - Dates What kind of dates do you two like to go on? How frequent?

E - Early Relationship How did you two get together? What was it like when you were just first starting out?

F - Fights What do you usually fight over? Do you quarrel often? How do things get resolved? Who says sorry first?

G - Gifts Their favorite gift that they got from you or a gift they've given to you. Do they like receiving gifts? If so, what kinds?

H - Hugs Are they a hugger? What kinds of hugs do they prefer? What about cuddling?

I - Intimacy What makes you feel connected at a deeper level? What kind of romance do you have?

J - Jealousy How jealous are they? How do they deal with it?

K - Kisses How do they kiss you? Do they like kissing?

L - Laughter What are your inside jokes? What do you usually laugh about together? Who's funnier?

M - Memories What is your most cherished memory together?

N - Nicknames Do they like nicknames? If so, what do they like to be called or what do they call you?

O - Other People What do other people think about your relationship? (Family, friends, co-workers, etc.)

P - Patience How patient are they? Who's the more patient one between the two of you? What happens if they lose their patience?

Q - Quirks What are some quirks you adopted from each other? Or what are the quirks that only come out when you're together?

R - Rituals What are some things in your routines that you like to do together? Is it common or unusual? How frequent is it? Is it a daily, weekly, or annual thing?

S - Support How do they show their support for your hobbies and interests? How involved are they?

T - Time Apart How do you spend your time apart? Who caves first? Who handles it better?

U - Uniqueness What sets you apart from other couples?

V - Values What are your shared values?

W - Wildcard Random headcanon about your relationship

X - XOXO What are the little things that they do for you? Do you notice them or maybe they go unnoticed?

Y - Yin & Yang How do you complement each other? How do you make them a better person? Or how do you make them happier? Are you two opposites or are you more similar to each other?

Z - Zrandom (sorry ran out of ideas, forgive me) Pick a theme or any topic and I'll make a headcanon for it :)

Again, for moots and followers that I recognize, I’ll do 10 letters. For everyone else, 8 letters. And for anons, 6 letters.

[hummingbee-lievable]

Song of the Day #24:

'Mile Magnificent' by Molly OfGeography (released 2019).

An apartment when it's empty echoes lovely, bright and clean

Sing odes to green-blue water that we stole so it comes free

All things end, it's part of living; forest fires feed the trees

Lift your glasses full of sunshine, sing a toast to gasoline

Track #4 on 'Myths'.

Fun fact: Molly refers to this song as 'The Song My Producer Said I Was Not Allowed To Name “CHICAGO IS BETTER THAN NEW YORK”'.* Honestly, her descriptions for some of the songs on this album are hilarious:

'1) The Song That Made My Producer Go, “Wait, What Was That Bit About Worms?”

2) The Song My Producer Said I Had To Append A Parenthetical To So That People Would Be Able To Find It Because The Lyrics Never Mention The Title Once But I Was Raised On Fanfiction So Joke’s On You, Pal! I Love A Long Title With A Parenthetical In It!!!

3) The Song That Is Sad'

Pretty dang accurate, honestly. Also, I think she has a Tumblr!!! *Gasp.* What if I...tag her???

@ofgeography Hiiii and thank you, your music is amazing.

I did it bees and knees (yes, this is my hip modern way of including every kind of person, fight me or provide more hilarious options; I'm content with either option).

I have had a fun time perusing this flavourful dose of humanity's wild website and I think my fun fact today should be her story where she becomes a donut god:

You're welcome, singular entity that reads this blog (that entity being my sister and/or the rogue bots, doesn't matter, we're all friends here).

Personal blurb: Alright, full disclosure time: I discovered this artist because of the 'Good Omens' fandom. Someone said we were missing out on feelings and shared this song, and when I tell you I felt those feelings, I certainly don't mean that I danced to this on repeat for several months (and her 'Hanahaki (Bloom)'), often at 3 in the morning in the bathroom. Of course not.

Pro tip: dancing with your toothbrush in your mouth is a choking hazard, but in the spirit of Alanis Morissette, I recommend doing it anyway:

One of my favourite books in the world is 'The Overstory' by Richard Powers. In it, one of the themes that arises often is the concept of pyrophitic serotinous plants (it's okay, I won't remember it either). They are plants that need fire to open. (There are actually different types of pyrophitic plants, from passive to fire-activated but I probably shouldn't start talking about that because you'll need to pull out the duct tape.)

(Technically, 'serotinous' plants are a category in which plants release seeds over a longer period of time, and it doesn't matter how they are released, but the seeds that open by fire fit into this category.) The eucalyptus tree, the lodgehole pine, and other pyrophitic serotinous trees encase their seeds in resin that can only be melted by fire (thereby releasing the seeds).

The thing that I love about this concept is this: we need to burn to grow. I recently read this book called 'Life in Oil' about the Cofàn tribe in Ecuador who were drastically impacted by oil companies. And the thing was: Yes. They were impacted horribly (physically, psychologically, environmentally, the works). They also survived. They figured out, through tumult and trial and falling apart, how to keep going. And for every hard moment and loss, there was laughter and love to accompany it. The book was wonderful in that it confronted the concept of trauma on a large group of people. We are never just our trauma, but the balance of everything else as well. I think that gets lost, sometimes. Makes us seem less human.

This song screams to me of that same instinct. I mean, look at us. This is what we do, isn't it? We fight, we fall, we continue. We're just like every other aspect of nature in that we are born, and in our fight to continue, we impact everything around us. We're just a part of the cycle and eventually we will decay back to where we belong and serve as soil for our children. And all we'll be? A story. And after a while, not even that. Just a whisper of what was.

In a way? I find that freeing. We might as well live the life we want to live; how little it will matter. (This isn't absolution, please don't go murdering people.) I just mean that I don't have to put so much weight into every little thing. Not everything has to be joyful or depressing (and if we really think about it, everything is always a balance of both). It can just be what it is.

We are as we are. And we don't have to love ourselves for it, but we don't have to hate ourselves either.

I love the lyrics to this song. For a long time, I misheard 'We're animals of love/ the city never makes us beg' as 'the city never makes us pay' and I don't know why? But I kind of like that image.

We are animals of love. And that's okay.

We are the cogs in a continuous cycle and we always will be.

I think often of this monologue (content warning for the video, it's gory, but you don't need to watch it, you can just listen) from 'Midnight Mass', in regards to this:

(It sort of lives in my brain on a regular basis now; hope it takes up good residence in your brain, too.)

We just are. Everything just is.

[euniexenoblade]

I'm transmasc and I don't think I completely understand the discussion around TMA/TME.

I'm pretty sure I mostly agree with you. Like, "transandrophobia" is not a helpful or accurate description of the transmasc experience, and I can see how it could be used to belittle what transfems go through.

Transfems definitely get more attention from hate groups. Transmasc erasure sucks, but it can definitely be a blessing when the bigots are picking their targets.

I keep seeing posts comparing trans men to incels and MRAs. I haven't seen many transmascs who would warrant that comparison.

That's not to say it's necessarily an unfair comparison. On the contrary, it probably means that there's a lot of transmisogyny going around that I'm not seeing. And if I'm not seeing it, that probably means I'm inadvertently participating in it.

IDK why I felt the need to send this to you. I guess I was hoping you'd tell me how to do better, which totally isn't your job. Feel free to ignore me and/or tell me to fuck off.

I'll send you $20 for tolerating my bullshit. Have a nice day.

Ok I wanna answer this before I get too high (I'm honestly feeling it already). Thank you for the $20, when I realized I forgot to pack a lunch today that money helped me eat still so legit thank you.

So first off, "trans women get more attention from hate groups, transmasc erasure sucks but can be a blessing." (I can't copy and paste on this screen, so I'm paraphrasing) yes but I wouldn't call erasure a blessing, no matter who it's for. They're two sides of a very fucked coin, on the one side transfems get lots of attention and vitriol, and the erasure of transmascs makes it harder for some transmascs to understand they can be trans. But on top of that, the form of transfems we see are never real representation, 99% of the time it's a transmisogynistic ideal of trans women, it's the weirdo white boy spreading lipstick all over their face just before they smash the mirror in a fit of "dysphoria" kind of shit. Though transfems have extreme visibility, our actual selves are not visible, we are ultra violet rapist horn dogs or we're the super ignorant, super emotional crybaby.

And, a side tangent, cuz you sorta did a thing the transandrodorks do that is frustrating. It's not a measurement of what's "worse." That's not how oppression works, that's not what we are saying, we are talking about the forms of oppression.

Men are not oppressed for being men. They can be oppressed for a variety of things, racism, ableism, interphobia (is this the right term I forget), homophobia, etc etc. Masculinity is rewarded, masculinity is the desire, patriarchy exists so men get to be above women. Things like "misandry" do not exist, they are inventions of violently misogynistic men, your MRAs, your incels, your conservatives (this includes liberals btw).

The person who coined "transandrophobia" used to talk about wanting to correctively rape lesbians. I'm not gonna go at someone's kinks, but the blog was not presented as a kink blog, I literally went there myself and read the posts when this first popped off and they come off as true lesbophobia in the context of their blog and coupled with the misandry posting, this person literally looks like MRAs and incels. The defense the community uses is "it's a kink are you kink shaming?? It was on a private locked blog!" Which, the latter, no it wasn't, I literally went there and looked, and the former. Idk I think if you're saying you want correctively rape lesbians while also talking about misandry and counting "transandrophobia," you look misogynistic and homophobic.

The main writers people follow for transandrophobia related content are straight up liars, who make shit up, and one specific non horse entity consistently cites himself as his own "source" and when he doesn't, he cites terf blogs that are connected to kiwifarms and sites of the sort. They will take bits talked about in feminism and present it as a thing they discovered and present it as transandrophobia. Ie. "Men can't show any femininity and can't cry and that's misandry" despite things like this are discussed at length in feminist texts, men can't do these things cuz that makes them more "woman" in the societal lens. Yeah it's fucked, but it's misogyny, not misandry.

I am, consistently, misgendered by the transandrodorks, and so is every other trans woman that disagrees with them. And it's definitely intentional.

Then there are token trans women who don't know much of anything about feminism or transphobia and will straight up harass you for saying women are oppressed. They often weaponize transmisogyny against other transfems, they misgender, suicide bait, or in velvetvexations case, will stalk your blog for two days even though you ignore her and when she's sees you're on a date with your wife, she goes to your wife's blog and starts messaging her instead. Legit, this woman is one of the worst people on this website, the only reason she's not seen as communismkills 2 is cuz men like her.

On top of this, terfs consistently support "transandrophobia" as a concept and constantly say that transandrophobia is compatible with terf ideology. The transandrodork community is ripe with terfs and crypto terfs. Like that one who said he hoped a friend and I get raped, cuz saying "men arent oppressed" warrants wishing rape on people. Or the trans guy that outright said "trans women are male" and tripled down harder saying "trans women don't experience misogyny and oppress transmascs cuz they're really men," claims that were so wild that even velvetvexations couldn't agree with them lol.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: not every person that believes in transandrophobia is a bigot or a bad person. A lot are just young transmascs who are under read about oppression and history, and this terf/transphobe community swoops in and pretends to be representing them and sucks them in. For every disparaging transmisogynist piece, there's two more that are talking about the problems of transmascs. So when you tell these guys "that's a hate group" they don't remember the post calling trans women men, they remember stuff about T being super illegal. So they think we are attacking them for having a problem, not the actual bigotry on display.

Honestly, if these people would just stop misgendering trans women, they might have more trans women who'd be nice to em. But that's the consistent trend.

Transandrophobia is a violent, transmisogynistic ideology that is propped up by terf ideology. That's why they are compared to MRAs and incels.

[sundaysconsort]

When submitting a request, it is essential to include ample detail about the specific scenario you have in mind. Providing clear and thorough information will help ensure that I can meet your needs accurately. If the details are lacking, I may interpret the situation differently than you intended.

This blog is primarily focused on "Honkai Star Rail"

Character index | Sunday, Aventurine, Dan Heng, Veritas Ratio, Boothill, Jing Yuan, Blade, Phainon, Mydei, and Moze.

Keep in mind when submitting requests, it's preferable you keep them true to the characters, worlds, and settings they belong to. Creative twists or alternative interpretations are always welcome, but they should remain consistent with the established lore and personalities. Respect for the original material helps maintain the integrity of the story and characters.

Available:

SFW (Safe for Work): Content that is appropriate for all audiences. This includes family-friendly stories that are safe to read in public spaces or professional environments.

Suggestive: Suggestive content that might hint at romance or more mature themes without crossing the line into explicit territory.

Light Smut: Scenes with sensual undertones that remain tasteful and non-explicit. These can be considered suggestive but do not delve into graphic details.

Romantic: Stories centered around romantic relationships, whether slow burn or established, etc. This can include traditional love stories, confessions, or moments of intimacy without becoming explicit.

Platonic: Content focusing on deep friendships, non-romantic bonds, and emotional connections between characters and readers.

Angst: Stories focused on intense emotional struggles, internal conflict, or heart-wrenching situations. This can include themes of loss, betrayal, unspoken feelings, or difficult decisions, often leaving a lingering sense of tension or sadness.

Yandere: Content where a character is obsessively and protectively in love with someone, willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure their love interest's attention and affection. While intense, this content will be handled carefully and without crossing boundaries into harmful or abusive behavior.

Light Gore: Mildly graphic depictions of violence or injury. This might include blood, bruising, or wounds in the context of a story, but the descriptions will not be overly detailed or explicit.

OCs: Feel free to request stories featuring my original characters (OCs). Whether you're interested in exploring specific dynamics, relationships, or scenarios with them.

Unavailable:

Smut/Lemon/Lime: No explicit or graphic sexual content. Any form of writing that delves into explicit sexual themes, is outside of my expertise as of now. (mentions of it or implied are fine).

Fetishes or Anything Extremely Disturbing: I will not write for any fetishistic content or anything that could be considered extremely disturbing, violent, or grotesque. This includes anything that may trigger discomfort or unease in a reader.

Heavy Gore: Overly detailed or graphic depictions of violence or injury will not be written. While light gore (such as cuts or bruises or brief mentions of them) is acceptable in some contexts, I will avoid writing scenes with excessive violence or graphic injury that may be upsetting.

Non-Consensual Content or Any Form of Abuse: I will not write scenes that depict non-consensual interactions or any form of abusive behavior in a romantic or sexual context. Mentions of abuse may be included if they are necessary to the plot, but I will not describe these events in detail or as focal points.

Underage or Illegal Relationships in Romantic Form: Any romantic content involving underage characters or illegal relationships will not be written, even if the characters are fictional. Platonic relationships between characters and readers of different ages, however, are fine and will be handled respectfully.

Credit to @aventurineswife for allowing me usage of her rules, please check out her blog as well if you enjoy mine. She's beautiful, as is her writing.

[schizo-bbgs]

How did you study about military gear? I'm currently trying & searching sources and looking for some tips.

I really like your work btw. Keep going✨️

Hi! Thank you so much, I'm excited to share some knowledge with someone. <3 I tried summing up methods that have helped me the most: 1. lots of research (vids, blogs, magazines, loadout lists,...) 2. store/product photos 3. military photos (not airsoft!) 4. damtoy loadout showcase vids I first started off with doing extensive research on cod operators. Cosplay guides by shadeops21 (DeviantArt) are a huge help with the most accurate loadout lists.

Next step was looking up product photos & studying the functions, shapes, different angles. Store/product photos are my most used refs, they're in high resolution & you'll see every detail thanks to a well lit environment. I also collect military pics in one huge folder, not only for pose refs & inspo, but also as refs on how the gear is used. Product photos will lay flat, worn gear will always look different!

Make sure to learn how to differentiate airsoft from real military pics, airsofters (except for dedicated reenactors/milsimers) tend to have wacky tastes (ugly, black amazon gear and fake, glowing NVGs,...).

The gear of Damtoys is incredibly accurate & precise, watching videos of the dolls being dressed will also give you an idea on how accs (pouches, glow sticks, radio systems, ...) are attached to the equipment.

My strongest interests lay in SOF, so I'll also collect magazines with expert info, insights & loadout descriptions (K-ISOM (German) SPECIAL OPS (Polish)). To my advantage, I do have friends who are either huge military nerds or in active duty, I'll sometimes ask them questions and learn about the features and (dis)advantages of various pieces of gear. It's a life hack, but you'll achieve your goal either way if you're determined!

After you got a feel for the basics, you can start accommodating knowledge. Study drawing/recognizing the most used equipment first, western modern kits are very repetitive (as the products are so good, they don't need to be replaced). Headsets: 3M Peltor ComTac, Sordin, Ops-Core AMP Helmets: Ops-Core, Crye AirFrame, Team Wendy, MICH 2000 Plate carriers: Crye JPC, Crye AVS, First Spear, Lindnerhof, AGILITE, LBT Slick & 6094 Gloves: Oakleys, PIG FDT Alpha, Mechanix, Petzl, Nomex flight gloves, Outdoor Research Ironsight After that you can start looking up more niche or less iconic brands and gear, you'll be a nerd in no time. I hope this is helpful and I'm sorry for the late reply. If you ever need help or info on something, feel free to dm me on Twitter or Tumblr!

[katsukiizmoon]

Fanfiction Writing / Reading

Hi everyone, I wanted to make a little post on general fanfiction writing and reading etiquette etc for everyone. For reference I've been writing fanfiction since I was 12, I'm now nearing 23 and I've been on tumblr since 2013. There's links to resources for those that would like them.

-> GENERAL ADVICE

Color Coding Dialogue On Tumblr: While using color can create visual contrast in things like titles or description, using it to color code dialogue can cause problems for those who are neurodivergent or vision impaired. For instance, I have trouble reading things where the dialogue for one character is bright in color. This means I miss out and can't read and support many new writers.

Showing support for your writers: I don't think demanding reblogs is an appropriate response. However, as someone who has been here for a long time, it's important. You can show your support by commenting, liking, reblogging (and reblogging with tags gives brownie points). Generally : liking will be lost in a sea of likes over time making it harder for you to find that fic again but shows you thought it was good, reblogging shows you enjoyed the fic enough to share it with those on your blog (you can even have a side blog dedicated to fics) and would like to find it again, reblogging with tags or comments says that you enjoyed it enough to share it, push it higher in the tags and that you had thoughts. This helps motivate writers ! Feel free to send them an anonymous ask if you're shy, expressing that you really enjoyed their work.

Use of italics and bold in works: Italics and bold should be used to indicate stressing or importance of certain words. EX: "no you did it!" vs "no you did it" ! You don't need to italic entire dialogue unless it's in certain situations (flashbacks, memories, whispers, etc)

Plotting & Timing: Plot and timing can be a really useful tool! Understanding what your characters are doing and having the plot move smoothly is important when writing. It prevents gaps and promotes interest. Even some of my works move a little too fast, and it can sometimes cause confusion.

READ, READ, READ: Reading is probably the fastest way to increase and broaden your horizons as an author. It allows you to gain a larger vocabularic range and new metaphors. And it helps you find what could be plot holes and more.

SMUT ; Cum Timing: I've written this before, it can happen but it's unlikely. I'll make a whole post dedicated to.. smut. But for now. Here's some other scenarios and miscellaneous notes: -> bottom cums really early on, then the top cums later -> top cums extremely early on, proceeds with oral on bottom -> top can't get it up (this happens a bit with drugs involved) for a while and gives pleasure to bottom, then stops and gives up on an orgasm

Those are a few of my main, overall tips but I'm going to link you to a bunch of resources, too. I understand more than anyone what it's like being new to this. But one of the biggest pieces advice I'm going to give you is:

Allow your writing to be objectively "bad" at first. It always comes with practice. My first fanfictions I used "~" like it was a goddamn period. It's okay.

-> RESOURCES

"writing resources : words are hard"

"describing feelings, emotions, and tone"

"au prompt list"

"how to write medieval smut"

"starting a new paragraph"

"writing resources: world building"

"writing fight scenes"

"ways to further develop main characters"

There are tons of writing blogs on tumblr. You can send them an ask anonymously if you have any questions and they may respond with some good resources. Being a little more on the accurate side, even if you accidentally fuck up a bit, gives you brownie points a LOT.

Have a nice day OwO !

[foxglove-garden]

I don't know if I am ever actually going to like talk about this again on any of my blogs but I'm technically not a binary trans man.

I often simplify my identity to just "FTM", "trans man" or "transmasculine", but to be completely honest, I'm demi masculine and nonbinary, but just heavily masculine leaning.

I have the demiboy symbol tattooed on my ankle, and I don't plan on getting it covered or changed anytime soon despite the fact that I usually refer to myself as just a transgender man instead of elaborating, because to me it is more accurate of a description for myself.

I identified as non-binary starting at the time I was like 16 years old until I came out as transmasculine at 24 (also should probably mention that I was diagnosed with an intersex variation at 22, which also affected how I viewed my gender identity in a lot of ways), and I still have a lot of nuances and fluidity to my gender, though none of that could be described as feminine or female. The closest that I really get to feminine or female is feeling kind of like a femboy or girlboy, but even that is pretty heavily leaning towards the "boy" side of things.

I guess the best way that I can describe it is that everyone's gender is like a different color in a crayon box, and if binary male was classic Blue, my gender would be more like dark teal or almost emerald green. Like, the blue is definitely there and it almost looks blue, but there's a bit of green in there and it's kind of dark and muddy.

I don't think that this really makes a lot of difference whenever it comes to things on my page but I feel like it's important to me so I wanted to mention it.

I'm a guy. But I'm also non-binary. I'm a non-binary guy. And there's really nothing that weird about that at all.

I know that most people are used to people who are younger identifying as non-binary and either growing out of it or just keeping quiet about it, so I really want to just normalize that I am almost 30, I have children and a family, I use primarily he him pronouns but also sometimes they or it, and I'm a non-binary man.

Just wanted to say that so that other people hopefully don't feel like the only people who are older than 25 with slightly unconventional or mogai identities. You aren't alone. We exist.

[ask-sebastiansolace]

"Welcome! Got some things you might find useful on your endeavor, for a price, obviously."

Warnings:

This blog may contain depictions of gore, swearing, possibly NSFW topics and more.

Sexual rp is completely out of question and if you try you will be blocked on sight. Some suggestive asks are okay. key word SOME, I am a minor ☝️so I will decide what I'm okay with and what I'm not

viewer discretion is advised.

This is an askblog/roleplay blog, and although most parts will be based in canon, lots of headcanons will be brought up! Though, I will try to keep it as canon as I can.

Roleplaying Info:

"Sebastian speaks like this."

Actions will look like this.

[mod speaks like this! though oftentimes I speak in tags!]

Description (from the wiki):

Sebastian runs a makeshift shop in which he sells items and supplies to prisoners in exchange for any research they've obtained along the way. He also supplies items to the player through Dead Drops, requesting credits in exchange for items to be left at the Submarine Dock. Sebastian does not see convicts sent by Urbanshade as his enemies and is willing to help them in exchange for their research.

also apparently this man is 31 years old

Hi, this is mod Duck! The mod behind this blog :] I made this blog just for roleplaying and fun, so regardless of fandom, feel free to drop an ask and interact!! Be warned if you want to do actual rps, I am not good at those, but I will try so go ahead 😼👍

call me by whatever pronouns you see fit! I do not care! my mod blog is @xxmoonduskxx !! so if you have any questions for me in particular, ask there! :D

current status: ask box is OPEN!!

answering

^^^ sometimes I forget to update this!! not always accurate

[mrsjavierp]

Where you belong?

Chapter 9 - I'll be your Dirty Little Secret

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing - Narcos Universe (not so accurate), bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only your clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator - 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Thanks for your feedback, hope you enjoy this chapter! Hope to hear from you all soon! I gotta say I'm really fucking horny for Javi lol

Tag: @creedslove | @pedrostories | @mjoee13 | @immyowndefender | @iamsherlocked-1998 | @pedroswife69 | @szde8-blog ***

Narrator's POV:

“Oh, cariño, you're never off the hook, not with me.” - he responded to you, joining you in the bathtub. - “Fuck, cariño, are you trying to cook us? This water is insanely hot!”

You laughed, still feeling fuzzy.

“I like it, Javi…” - you coo.

Your bodies glue as if they were magnets. Your skin, even with hot water, crawls. He sat behind you, covering you, feeling you, getting drunk on you again.

“God, I could stay like this forever, cariño…” - he kisses the back of your neck, softly.

“Me too, Javi… Me too.” - your words come out slowly.

He notices how you melt on top of him. He is relieved that you don't seem desperate to leave him again. 

His hands start to touch your waist lightly, with the tip of his fingers. 

You groan, Javier smirks. 

“Cariño?” - he whispers in your ear.

“Yeah?”

“You know you didn't follow my rules, do you?”

“What do you mean by that, Javi?” - you answer, clueless. You didn't recall that had just happened, your mind was still kinda foggy from all those orgasms.

His smirk grows.

“You came without my permission, cariño. I didn't forget that.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?” - you tease.

His hands started going down your body. You shiver.

“Javi…” - you try to form a sentence and fail.

“Cariño, don't make me be meaner that I intend to… Is how they say: don't do the crime if you can't do the time.” - his hands are on your thighs, avoiding where you need them the most.

“Oh, fuck… But Ja-javi, I-I-I warned you…” - you try to argue, your voice barely came out.

He laughed. 

“It wasn't yours yet to take, cariño…” - One of his fingers got inside of you, without any warning. - “You're mine now, cariño.” - A second finger enters. 

You bite a moan.

“I wanna hear you, cariño. No more denying what's mine from me, I already told you that. I hate repeating myself.” - his tone was serious and he put in a third finger. 

“Holy shit, Javier!” - you exclamate. He barely let you get used to his fingers before he put them inside of you one by one.

His smile is growing by the second.

“That's what I wanted to hear…” - his other hand went to your throbbing clitoris, circling on. - “I know you can be a good girl, cariño. You just needed me to help you get there…”

“Javi, please, I'm still sensitive from all of it, I w-won’t be able to ho-hold…” - you didn't want him to stop, but let you come without any permission. Your legs closed, trying to figure out how to obey him.

“Cariño, I know, that's why it's a punishment.” - his tone was so… Arrogant. The hand on your clitoris circled a little faster. - “If you start to get closer, tell me, okay?”

“Javier, for God's sake!” - you yell again.

“Your pussy is hugging my fingers so tight, I already miss you on my dick, cariño.”

Your mind is still foggy. Javier seemed delighted to see you so… So his. His cariño, his baby girl.

A couple minutes later, you held on the bathtub’s rim and yelled, mixing English and Spanish, to Javier have mercy on you.

He smiled widely and responded:

“Promise me that you're not leaving me again, that you're mine…” - his circular motions on your clitoris got even harder and faster. - “Promise me!”

“I promise, Javi!” - you yell. 

“Oh, do you? Are you sure, cariño?” - Javier mocked you.

“Yes, Javier, I do! Please, please let me!”

“Let you what, cariño? Use your words.” - he continued in a ruthless rhythm.

“Javier, for crying out loud, let me come!” - you yell so loud you're sure someone heard you. 

Not that any of you cared per say. You can't remember the last man who made you shake like that.

You can feel Javier's smirk behind you.

“I don't know if I believe you, cariño…”

“Javier, I swear to God…” - you manage to respond.

“You can come, cariño.” - he whispered, like music to your ears.

You come hard, squirting in the bathtub, still holding the rim.

You come screaming Javier's name.

And Javier, at that moment, could die a happy man.

You both took an actual bath, after. And one that cleans you. 

After a few minutes, you both get out, get dry and go to bed.

As you both walk naked back to your room, Javier asked:

“Do you mind if I sleep here, cariño?”

“Peña, for the fucking love of God, you just fucked my throat and pussy and you're asking if we can sleep together?”

“Of course I am!” - he said, as he joined you in the bed. - “It's your bed, your room, your apartment…” - he leaned towards you and his mouth right next to your ear. One arm held you close to him and the other held your pussy, cupping her. - “But you belong to me, cariño. And this pussy is mine. I'm not letting you run away again.”

You tremble under his hands.

“Javi…”

He had a smile on his voice, you could feel it.

“I love when you call me, you know?

“Oh, yeah?” - you moan. 

“Yes, cariño. When you do it, it confirms where you belong.” - he whispered, in a way that made you shake under him. - “Yes, cariño." - he repeated. - “You belong here. Don't forget about your promise.”

“Javi, I won't…” - you managed to respond.

“Good to know, cariño. Buenas noches, Hermosa.”(Good night, beautiful.)

“Good night, Javi.” - you respond.

He kisses you lightly and you both pass out.

***

You wake up alone in your bed.

Fuck, it was payback for leaving him… God, I'm so stupid... - you thought 

But then, you smell coffee from your kitchen.

You get up naked, without realizing it and walk towards the smell.

Javier was wearing only his boxers, preparing coffee on your machine. 

He turns to you, with a wide smile and a lustful look in his eyes.

“Good morning, cariño.”

He hugs you and feels you against skin. You're so soft.

“Good morning, Javi… I thought you left without saying goodbye.” 

“I couldn't do that to you… Not before coffee.” - he jokes. - “Let's have it… I think it's ready.”

He served you and poured himself some in your white mugs. You both drink it, sharing an intimate glance.

“God, that was good, Javi. Future coffee duties are your responsibility in my apartment.” - you smile at him.

He seems genuinely happy to share that moment. His free hand went to your cheek and fondled you.

“Cariño, it's still early… Do you mind serving me breakfast?” 

“Sorry, I didn't get it, Javi… You want to eat something?” 

“Yes, cariño. Sit on the table and open your legs, please. I'd like to have your pussy as my first meal.”

You look at him, in disbelief. 

“We don't have all day, cariño. Go ahead.” - he sat down, waiting.

With your still very much naked body, you sat down in front of him, just like he said.

Javier devoured your cunt as a starved man.

Again.

***

Walking back into his office with a huff, carrying a file with some information on one of Pablo’s Sicarios, he hands it to Steve, who sits at the desk in front of his. 

“Got this from the FBI’s archive.” - and hands it to Steve. - “Seems that our boy Luiz is more than just a sicario, look.” 

Steve passes through the file, interested. 

“God, I need coffee.” - he complains. - “You and your lady friend didn’t let anyone sleep in the fucking building…” - he mocked.

Javier looked at Steve, with his eyes widened. 

“What the fuck, Murphy?”

He laughed.

“Dude… You should really keep it down. Seriously. Our boss is our neighbor, if Connie was here, she’d kick my and your ass. Stop this kind of shit.”

Javier stared at him, without saying any words. You both were actually really fucking loud. Seconds later, the phone on his desk starts to ring.

“Agente Peña.” - he picked up.

“Hello, you…” - you say to him, in a sexy tone. 

You’re looking through your office window, as Javier’s posture flinches. He’s not expecting you to be this bold at work. He knows you’re really uptight about these things.

Javier clears his throat and tries to put on his usual stoic act.

“What do you want?”

“Not saying my name, pretending to be annoyed so as not to alarm Steve… You’re better at sneaking around than I thought, Javi.”

“You know me so well… What do you need this time?” - Javier responded, ironically. 

Steve looked at him, confused.

“You, Javi. I need you. This morning wasn’t enough… Come here to my office.”

He looked at your window, observing your sly smile. 

“Well, that certainly gets my attention. I’ll be there in a bit… You should know I’m in a terrible mood, I did not get much sleep last night” - he teases you in the same annoyed tone.

Steve looked at him, shocked.

“And that’s your fault… You barged into my place, did you forget about it?”

“I didn’t forget. I’ve been remembering every minute of it.”

“Oh, you've been remembering?” - you're a little surprised.

“I certainly have…” - Javier tries to hold back a smirk.

“Control your face, Javi. No one can know about us… Not even Steve.” - you recall him.

“I may not be able to do it if you keep talking to me like that.” - his tone is serious, but you know what he actually meant.

“Stop it…” - you laugh.

“You’re the one who called, you stop it!” - his tone sounded harsh, but his eyes on you were full of lust.

You’re both having so much fun with all that teasing.

“That’s true, I did… So stop fooling with me and come to my office, Javi.” - you whisper.

Javier holds back a smile and respond:

“I’m on my way.” - he hangs up.

He gathers some random files, to help him disguise his visit to your office. As he does it, Steve asks:

“Hey, where you going?”

“Y/LN’s office.”

“Good luck and I hope she doesn't kill you...” - Steve snorted.

Javier rolled his eyes and knocked on your door.

“Come in.” - you tell him, in your normal voice.

Peña stepped in, closing the door behind him.

Without looking at him, reading a file in front of you, you demand:

“Lock the door and close the blinds, Peña…” - the same cold tone that hid all your arousal.

His face holds a smug grin, anxious. 

You get up, look at him, sit on your desk, as he is across the small office, after he closed the blinds.

He stared at you, you can tell he's holding back his urge to pull you into his embrace. 

“Did you miss me?” - you teased Javi.

He gives up on the little self control he's got and comes closer to where you're sitting on the desk. His fingers softly moves along your legs and then your back, as he leaned down your ear and whisper:

“I did, cariño…”

“I missed you too.” - you coo. - “I know it’s not like me to act like this while we’re at work, but… I can’t think about anything else besides how you ate me up on my kitchen table…”

Javi smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. He pulled you closer, kissing your neck before leaning his head back, breathing in your scent. 

“I don’t see how that could possibly be a bad thing… I was looking forward to doing a replay of that for the entire day, I couldn’t think of anything else… Oh fuck, you smell so good… Please don’t tell me it’s the same fucking perfume you used in the first night we’ve got together…”

“Okay, I won’t tell you…” - you respond, with a sly smile.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, cariño…” - he whispers and kisses you passionately.

The way he touches you is so addictive.

“Oh damn, you’re wearing that shirt that smells like me… The one from the first night…” - you observed.

Javier chuckled.

“I thought it’d be perfect for today… It smells like you and you’re all I can think about.”

“No one noticed, right?” - you question him, kinda afraid. - “Not even Steve? You know we have to be careful…”

“Calm down, Agente Y/LN.” - he said. - “Steve didn’t notice, I’m sure he thinks we’re arguing. Changing the subject a little, to help you relax, I was thinking…” - Javier starts, as his hands move to the flounce of your dress and slowly lifts it. - “We could go on a date tonight, would you like it?” - His hands go to your pussy, to find out that you’re not wearing panties. - “What a dirty girl, cariño… You forgot about wearing panties, when you picked this dress today?”

“I’m not Agente Y/LN for you and I’m not providing evidence against myself to you, Agente Peña…” - you mumble, as he felt how slippery your pussy was, so wet for him already.

“Oh, you’re not, Agente Y/LN? Interesting…” - he coats your folds, moving his fingers as you slightly open your legs and and looks at him.

“Oh, fuck…” - you moan almost inaudibly. - “It’s no-not ‘Agente Y/LN’ for you, Peña… It’s Jefe Y/LN.” - you answer.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” - he pretends to be remorseful, as his index finger teased your hole. You know he’s not sorry. - “Jefe Y/LN, tell me…”

“Ye-yeah, Peña?”

“Did you or did you not forget your panties on purpose this morning, so you could mess around with me?”

You moan, looking at Peña’s smirk. Sometimes, you wish to punch and kiss his face at the same time. 

He inserts his index finger on you, slowly, torturing you.

“Yes, I did.” - you confess, between moans.

Javier’s smile grows and he puts his middle finger. 

“That’s it, cariño… I just wanted the truth.” - he responded to your confession. His fingers continued to work and you could feel your orgasm building on your gut. Javier seemed to know your body better than any man who ever touched you.

“Oh, Javi!” - you moan softly. - “That’s so good, keep going.” - you demand.

“Do you think you can demand anything in your position, cariño?” - He asked. His voice was arrogant as usual. - “No, cariño, I’m done with you calling the shots for the past few weeks. It’s my turn now.” - he toys with your pussy for a bit more and takes off his fingers.

“You’re mean, Peña.” - you groan, missing his touch. 

He smirks, looking deep in your eyes. Without saying a word whatsoever, he pulls you off the table and spins you, so you turn your back on him. He lifts the remaining fabric covering your ass and slaps you.

“Fuck!” - you hiss. - “What are you doing, Peña?”

You hear his belt opening and zipper going down.

“Giving you what you asked for, but in my way.” - answer. - “Hold on the desk, cariño.” 

You obey, as he slides into you, with his big fat dick.

Javier’s hands traveled, one tapping your mouth and the other on your throbbing clitoris, circling it fast.

He bit your flash, to shut him up and not alarm what was going on behind your office’s doors.

Both of you came just a few minutes later, holding back all your noises.

Gasping for air and tucking himself into his pants, Javier asks:

“So, I pick you up at 8?”

“Yeah, knock on my door at 8h… But where are we going, Javi?” “Será una sorpresa, cariño.” (It’ll be a surprise) - he said.

*

At 8 PM sharp, Javier knocks on your door, wearing that black leather jacket that fits his broad shoulders, black pants, boots and button shirt. He was sweating, but had nothing to do with the weather: that night was, surprisingly, a bit chilly.

You opened the door, with a big smile on your face. His eyes widened when he noticed your pretty dress: a bit different from your work clothes, your dress was short, loose and white, hugging your waist and loose in your hips. 

You two, as a couple, were almost a Yin and Yang picture. 

“You’re gorgeous, cariño.” - Javier recognized.

“Thanks, Javi… You’re not so bad on the eyes yourself.” - you respond. - “Wanna come in for a drink?”

“As much as I’d love to, I’d rather just go… I’ve got no self control, cariño.”

“Okay, lead the way, Javi. I’m quite curious.”

* Javier takes you to a bar downtown, however, he didn’t know that was a reggaeton dancing night. You insisted on staying, as you were eager to see him dancing. 

A few drinks later, you begun your plan:

“Come on, Javier! You’re Tex-Mex… You’re telling me you can’t dance?” - you tease him.

“It isn’t a can’t, it’s a won’t dance.” - he rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see.” - And you simply get up and start dancing by yourself, luring looks.

Javier was astonished at how bold you were… Your body moved sensually and naturally as the music played.

A random guy tried to approach you, inviting you dancing, and the fire from Javier’s desire turned into a sea of jealousy flames.

As you’re about to turn the guy down gently, Javier finished his drink in one sip and he scared the guy off.

“I thought you weren’t dancing with me, Javi.” - you whisper in his ear, provoking him again.

His hands pulled your hips to touch his, leading you to dance with him. To your surprise, Javier was actually a good dancer. He spins you, making you stay at the same position he fucked you earlier, but with all those clothes dividing you.

“Well, I wasn't, to be honest… But you’re something else, cariño.”

Javier's voice was so full of desire… Since your ex, you couldn’t remember the last time he or any other did that to you. Javier not only expressed you by using words, but by showing you, touching you. 

“Oh my God, Javi… You’re making it so hard…”

“Hard?” - he asked.

“Hard for me to resist you.”

He spinned you, so you could look at him. His eyes were warm, burning for you. At that moment, it felt like only the two of you were there, at the bar, with those sexy reggaeton songs playing.

“Why are you still holding back, cariño?” - he asked, in a tone that made you feel something else in your chest. He wasn't demanding, he wasn't angry. He wanted to understand you, make you feel comfortable with him. One hand was on your waist, holding you against him and the other fondled your face, not letting you look away. You could feel his big body embracing you, holding you firmly, not in a way as if you were fragile, but as if you were precious.

“Javi…” - your voice was nothing more than a whisper. - “How about we continue this somewhere more private? We can go back home… My place or yours?”

“Yours, cariño… Let's go.”

***

Arriving at your place, you both are a bit nervous, not knowing exactly what to say or how to begin an awkward conversation.

“Care for a drink, Javi?” - you ask him, while serving you one more shot of whiskey,

“Sure. Neat, please.” 

“My kind of man…” - you joke, smiling and handing him the drink.

You toast, in silence.

“So…” - you start. - “Are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room or not?”

“Well… We can do it, of course. But if you don't wanna do it right now, it’s okay…”

“We kinda have two options: we could actually talk about it or we could do something more… Interesting, per say…”

“I’m listening, cariño…” - Javier lifted his chin and eyebrows, his eyes full of lust, his mind going through possibilities on what you both could do.

You just look at him with a mischievous smile, not responding to him verbally, also fantasizing all the things you’d wanted to do, without knowing how to begin.

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Author's Note: More of Ramiel in Living Waters AU. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric.

Summary: While gathering medicine plants and animals, Ramiel hears a familiar and dreaded voice. Before he can decide to confront or avoid his mentor, Jophiel asks for help with something.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, panic, kidnapping, and description of injuries. Let me know if I need to add more.

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A few weeks go by with nothing much of note happening, even if his scales itch with the yearning to move and be useful. He helps his brothers Primaris, and First born alike. Even if it’s limited to Arnault and Roland (who are both wonderful).

It sometimes feels like he and Cedric are being slightly dishonest with them about the ‘shoal’ that they belong to. What with all of them being Primaris Marines and all ‘scout aged brats’ in the words of Erriox. Who had given them a Look after his first meeting with Catius.

Thank the God Emperor for Jophiel and Claude being blessed with accurate Foresight- and Erriox, despite wanting to stay and ask them all questions. That conversation, or series of conversations the First Born Iron Warrior will have with them, once he gets back.

Unfortunately he’d only been able to briefly meet Catius before being called away by his not-warband of First Born Iron Warriors for some help dealing with something that was Important and he couldn’t delay leaving.

‘Yeah, that conversation with Erriox is going to be a painful one.’ Ramiel thinks to himself, wincing a little as he continues to swim, gathering some materials at Cedric’s request.

He had pointed out to the others that the Iron Warriors not-revenge for pulling a grox-shite maneuver like this was going to be more calculated and planned out. Since he will have the time to think over his questions and come up with his own reasons for why they did this.

Jophiel had hummed and shook his head from side to side a little saying that, “It will work itself out. In time.”

“That is kind of ominous Jophie,” Ramiel had said slightly sternly to the youngest of their squad with a slight frown.

“He’s already adopted all of us with Mama,” Jophiel says with an easy grin, “So it’s not going to be as bad as you or Cedric worry it will be.”

“How do you know that?” Claude asks, half suspecting the answer the other will give him.

“I Saw it,” Jophiel replies, “Granted, I don’t see much nowadays on Ancient Terra, but it’s a clear image in my mind when I look for it.”

“Not all that you See is immutable,” Claude points out, “nothing is, things can and do change.”

“True,” Jophiel says, “But I have a good feeling about it.”

The others had dropped the issue, as it would be counterproductive to try to argue, since it’s what happened anyways. Jophiel had said that he’d wanted Catius to meet Mama and Elder Brother Erriox last because the First Born was from Pre-heresy and would know the habits and rules of Ultramarines, especially those of Catius’s age range.

And how Catius being not surrounded by Ultramarines would be flagged as outlier behavior for his gene-line. Which is true- but they had their reasons, really good ones, for why they are doing what they are doing.

Ramiel continues to swim, shaking his head a little, pulling his thoughts away from the past as he continues carefully gathering more medicinal plants and bits of what-not. He’s carefully plucking some sea urchins- careful to be sure that he’s harvesting sustainably, when he hears a voice that makes his body treacherously shake and his eyes go wide.

He stuffs the sea urchin into the pouch and carefully looks around his surroundings- his helmet scanning and trying to target something dangerous due to the rapidly spiking adrenaline and hormones rushing through his body.

There- over there he spots. H-he spots. Someone that he hadn’t realized was on Ancient Terra until this very moment. Someone he needs to warn Cedric about, the others will be told as well. Since this First born is a Primaris Killer.

His mind’s a whirl with thoughts. Black Templars are highly migratory, and he hopes and prays to the God Emperor that he hasn’t been spotted. He listens on the vox-channels, no words- nor orders are being specifically barked at him. For now at least.

He slowly considers his options, part of his training hisses at him that a Black Templar doesn't run, that they rise to face whatever challenge comes their way with ferocity and courage. Another part of him, something un-astartes-like and small whispers I don't want to die again. Everyone dies, how, when, what way, and where is something no one knows until it happens to them.

He is glad for his Chaplain colors as it makes him more difficult to see in the ocean's depths. Ramiel gets a message from Jophiel, the Blood Angel primaris space marine is asking him to get Cedric and he gets a location ping. He silently thanks the God Emperor for Jophiel’s sense of timing. He responded that he will get ahold of Cedric and head to his location swiftly. He finds Cedric easily enough since they were gathering ingredients for medical purposes in the same area.

"Jophiel is requesting medical aid, I have his location. Let's go.” Ramiel says to Cedric. He takes a deep breath and quietly tells him,”I heard the Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras’s voice earlier.”

Cedric’s eyes go wide, darting around the area and says after a moment of silence, “let's see what Jophiel wants our help with.”

Ramiel nods in agreement and he heads in the direction that Jophiel is, Cedric following after him. He occasionally pauses and tugs Cedric in the right direction as he understands why his fellow Primaris Marine Black Templar is a bit distracted. Both of them start moving faster when the scent of blood in the water hits their noses.

Ramiel swears silently when he sees Jophiel, both of his wings are broken and it looks like he had a run in with the stabbing part of a blade.

“By the Throne, what happened?” Ramiel asks.

Cedric is pulling out his medical supplies as he assesses Jophiel’s condition. He notices the wound patterning and his hands don't shake, but his tail lashes out showing his upset.

Jophiel croaks out, “One of the… Psyker trainers from Titan, are on Ancient Terra.”

“That is… thank you for letting us know,” Ramiel says, keeping his voice low and soothing.

Ramiel and Cedric exchange significant looks with one another. And Cedric asks, “where is Claude? He was with you last check in.”

“The trainer from Titan realized Claude's Warp touched as well and decided to… personally train him.” Jophiel says and looks down guilty, and back up at them, “I tried to explain that wasn't necessary. He deemed this a suitable punishment for my disobedience and lack of respect.”

“I have more unfortunate news,” Ramiel says, after Cedric gives him a gesture that Jophiel was stable enough, for now. “I heard the Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras’s voice earlier today.”

“When it rains, it pours,” Jophiel says shakily, almost nonsensical. “Bad news comes threes.”

“Thanks for warning,” Ramiel says after trying, and failing to come up with something comforting or soothing.

He has also contacted Catius who is going to arrive in a few minutes. He was helping the Gannet Aunties with something before Jophiel sent out a request for aid.

“Why didn't you send out a distress signal?” Cedric asks.

“Anyone could pick that up,” Jophiel says, “I didn't want to be picked apart by opportunistic First Borns. There is the taste of Chaos nearby.”

Ah. There is the Blood Angel Paranoia. Although, hearing that there are some Chaos Marines nearby has Ramiel and Cedric’s hands to their weapons, their bodies automatically go into a readied stance. Eyes and Other senses trying to find the potential enemy, or several.

“You are physically stable enough to move, if we are careful,” Cedric states. “Do you need some… extra iron? I know that expedited your healing factor exponentially.”

“I… want to hold off on that, For now.” Jophiel says.

He is Hungry or more accurately, Thirsty. But, it's not overwhelmingly difficult to ignore the gnawing at his mind and belly. For now, at least.

“I am here,” Catius calls out, noticing that Claude is missing and Jophiel is wounded. “What happened?!”

Ramiel gives him a run down of the situation as he knows it and Catius rubs his face, having taken his helmet off.

“Once Jophiel is more recovered we can… try to find Claude.” Catius says, his mind a whirl of thoughts and emotions, “best case scenario, Claude somehow escapes the… trainer before we attempt rescue.”

Catius duck's under Jophiel’s other shoulder and with Cedric wrapping his arm around his torso, the start to drag him. With Jophiel trying to help them move, Ramiel has his head on a swivel as he looks for potential threats and is guarding the other three.

“For best healing practices,” Cedric says carefully, “we need to get him out of the water, his wings at least.”

The question becomes, where can they stash Jophiel that is safe enough for him to recover in that is not below the waves.

“Not the Rock with the Gannet Aunties,” Jophiel says suddenly, “those Alpha Legionaries bastards are there. Constantly since they bonded with Lana. Who knows what they'd do if they found one of us wounded.”

[frostironbasket]

Here be FrostIron.

Snarky ✔️

Competent ✔️

Hot ✔️

Well-Adjusted ❌

At each other's throats. But like. In a good way.

Coming from ao3, I'm rather enamoured with the idea of finding things easily because of useful, accurate tags. Below is a list of commonly used tags on this blog (though some are unused yet; but I think they'll be employed soon enough), sometimes with explanations in [ ] following. I will be updating it as I add tags.

When looking for a specific thing, it is best to input multiple fitting tags into the search field. Like this for example:

#danger maybe, #jokes teasing banter

#cute, #cat loki, #hugs cuddles contact

If the search function in your app has some difficulties, you can do the same in a browser on mobile: Go to frostironbasket.tumblr.com and search there. For more search options, like chrono (reversed) and archive, take a look at this. More general info down below, but for now: Happy frostiron!

Tags:

absolutely lovely, actually hilarious, air flying falling, are you kidding me this is absolutely adorable, armor, arranged fake pretend, asgard, au, aww[more platonic than cute], beautiful, cats, cat loki, cat tony, chibis and cuties[art style], coffee, cold winter snow, cooking and food, cute, danger maybe, death, dogs, dog tony, domestic, dragons, dragon tony, fanart[with the name of the artist in front], fanfic rec, frostiron, frostiron flash bingo, frostiron?, funny, getting it on[sex or getting there], god of mischief, hair brushing braiding, hands fingers holding, horns, hugs cuddles contact, hurt sick suffering, in action[fighting, badass and adjacent things], incorrect quotes, jokes teasing banter, jotun loki, kisses, lady loki, lies and truthbending, merpeople, merman loki, merman tony, mouthfilter.exe not found[Tony. you know how it is xD], oh my god what, peasant[for Loki all condescending and princely], perhaps not in public, robert downey junior, sad, snake loki, tea, temperature rising[hot stuff yes yes], this is frickin delightful, thor, tired sleeping rest, tom hiddleston, water, why? here's why, writing[for text directly on tumblr; small fics or headcanons]

I'll most likely input(reblog) posts from now to 2017 or 2018 — partly because before then, there were quite a few active frostiron blogs that compiled things. (Also because tumblr search only works on posts from 2017 on lol.)

Personally, I have my own understanding of these two, which the description above (snarky, competent, etc...) barely scratches the surface of. I won't go into detail here, but one specific tag in this post of mine gives a most accurate, if vague, representation of my feelings towards them:

"they are... guys. with... issues. and... histories. and I just want them healing and happy"

[elevenmonsterart]

Commissions Open

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☆ I'm a low income college student, I love helping people bring their ideas to life ☆

For my process, terms & conditions, and then examples, are all below/under see more.

Here are some more examples, both descriptions + commission type are in the alt text.

My Process:

We shall talk of all details you desire to see feasability and price.

Please understand I may ask a few questions to get the best possible feel of your vision. Some may seem strange but it's so I can be as accurate as capable.

I also will ask to see images of the character, or a collection of images if we are to develop the character and design.

Once an agreement is made, I require full payment before more than a skeleton sketch is made, or I allow a payment plan of 75% upfront, 25% before color.

Once payment is settled, I will periodically reach out with questions, and/or ask for your thoughts, opinions and crituqes, which can be on any aspect.

There is no rush to respond, take your time to examine and think, your comfortability is most important and that your vision + my art style can meet. I encourage reaching out at any time if you notice something that needs changing.

This periodical qna process will repeat until the peice is done.

Lastly, once done, I may ask some more questions to make sure, such as watermark placement, once we both agree the peice is complete, I shall:

If you get a fullbody, I will often crop, gently watermark up to two detail shots to also email to you free of charge with the final peice.

And then, email you the png and jpg files of the finished product.

TimeFrame:

Truely depends on the art peice, due to being a fulltime college student, and me being a naturally slow person and artist, here are my maximum ammount of time I take on average to complete commissions:

• up to 2 months on a head shot

• up to 4 months on a half body

•up to 7 months on a full body

• double time if there is more than one character & complex background

Note: the more refrences, pose references/sketches you provide, the less questions I'll have, and the faster the process will go.

Base Terms & Conditions:

Refunds are only 35%, and can only be requested, only before coloring begins.

Unless there is less than 5hrs on my art canvas clock, then it's a 75% refund.

I will send a screenshot to prove the ammount of time on the canvas, each canvas has a clock feature, counting for as long as the canvas is being drawn on.

If under suspicious of being under 18 for any reason, I'm allowed to inquire about this, and deny a commission because of it out of saftey for both parties. Regardless of me inquiring, you may to prove your age. Via selfie & proof of id, preferably with a censored picture id displaying your age.

I will state you read these Base Terms & Conditions prior to any payments are requested. And so I can only proceed once a positive statement of agreement is shared. This is to prove you agree to these terms and we are both held to them via honesty.

Thank you for reading and more information and art examples can be found on my Blog here.

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

What now? On destruction and reconstruction, and Loki's hand in our syscovery

This post is long, as it's both about our spiritual practices and our plurality as a whole. I wish I could chop it up but each aspect is too important to the other. We want our blogs to help normalize plurality, and show people what it's like for us, so I suppose this does that.

CW for a brief description of memory loss.

We've been asking ourselves "what now" for some time, regarding our spiritual practices. We have no answer. Recently, we were asked to chat about our practices- and we were thrilled! We love infodumping about our craft. Which is why we were surprised when... it's taken days to figure out what to say. We still haven't answered, in part because we're busy but in part because it brought us to the realization that we haven't touched our practice in so long that we barely remember it.

Our memory has always been questionable at best; but this was... bothersome. Sad, at first. It just... slipped away. Such a big part of our life, gone almost entirely from our memory. Our life as "just Frog" was a blur of dissociation and masking. Our practice was loved, but ultimately, it was a blur.

As I'm typing this I'm (affectionately) cussing at Loki, because I've just put it together; this is, albeit not entirely, his work. We view Loki as destruction for the sake of reconstruction; He tears things down to build them anew better. Chaos can be destructive, but chaos is undeniably an element in which anything can happen. To say our life has been chaos since we realized we were plural is a fucking understatement.

We had to reorganize how we think. Thinking, for lack of a better way to say it, is what we view as the most private, intimate expression of self- it's what you do constantly, all the time, like it or not. Even if you're a singlet (non-system) and reading this post, which means the world by the way, I'd like you to imagine this. Imagine if you had to take thoughts you had always thought of as your own, and assign them to the correct other people in your head- who it had actually been all along. And then imagine you have to consistently figure out which thoughts are yours, and which are those other people. Admittedly, some of our followers who get more direct communication from their deities may already have a bit of insight into what that's like. We had a lot of work to do, and that was just the beginning of it.

Traits had to be sorted out, then. Do I like tardigrades, or am I just going off of memories of liking them that belong to someone else in our collective? I feel no emotions when I think of them like I expected to. Do I like the clothes we wear? What would I wear instead? Shit, what are my pronouns? It was, admittedly, a lot. Our altar sat, untouched, because... just like everything else, our practice was something we felt needed to be sorted out. It's overwhelming to look at an altar for so many deities and know that you're not sure if you yourself work with all of them, or any of them. It's overwhelming for something you once took great comfort in to suddenly become drastically unfamiliar, because you and who you are has changed in a very literal way.

But back to the fact that we don't remember our practice as "Frog and only Frog." This was devastating, at first. I felt it was a loss of sorts.

I don't think it is, anymore.

Like I said; Loki is destruction for the sake of reconstruction. The Tower, or at least how we tend to interpret it. Everything in our life got turned upside down, and lately we've been feeling like we're picking up the pieces of our practice. Or more accurately, like we lost the whole fucking thing. So... We make a new one. We rebuild. That's where we are, now. Typing up this post, with Loki sitting beside me, giving off the vibes of someone very proud of himself. Our practice was built on what the community gave us- which was wonderful, and we still appreciate it and are likely to use it. But what we need now is... something else. Something more personalized to us. So we'll make our practice anew, with our guides and deities by our side, and it'll look completely different than before. But hopefully, it'll be a lot better for us in the long run.

I guess my hope that some people enjoy reading about it as we begin anew, and maybe we can help some people learn more about others or themselves. We are The Haven Keepers, and I think we're starting over in a way.

-Rayne, he/they/it.

[intothegenshinworld]

 💛*₊“𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬”

a/n: this is my first post of the ebg! these can be read as x reader but will have some selfship lore bits hidden in them! || !! tw for the spiders in his cave ig TuT

You have to thank the Acting Grand Master for giving you the opportunity to meet Albedo.

Sure, at first you had cursed her for giving you the task of sending a letter to 'a camp' on Dragonspine (what a vague location), but if you had denied her request you would've probably never met the alchemist.

'A camp' had been an accurate description to describe Albedo's home. 

'Home' would've been a compliment too grand for the dump he lived in. 

Your eyes unwillingly observe the area he occupies. A sleeping bag is spread out on the ground, next to it a makeshift fire, and the remaining space of the cave is filled with lab equipment and books. 

You wonder if all alchemists lived like this. 

"I apologise," Albedo's voice echoes through the cave, "I hadn't expected any visitors."

You force your eyes away from a spider that scurries away from the sudden noise. With a bit of luck, your eyes land on his turquoise ones. 

He is pretty.

"It's alright. If anything, I feel like I should be the one to apologise for bothering you." An awkward chuckle escapes your lips.

You remember the alarmed expression he had moments ago. Albedo had been so immersed in his experiment that he hadn't heard you approach. By the time you greeted him, he nearly made the concoction in his hands explode by mistake.

"Don't worry about it." Albedo puts some wood onto the already burning fireplace, giving it a longer lifespan. "Please, warm up. I'll make something to drink in the meantime."

And while you weren't too happy to sit in the company of god-knows how many spiders, the warmth from the fire wasn't something you were going to refuse. Not after spending nearly a full day climbing Dragonspine on your own.

And with the help of both the fire and the hot chocolate he had given you, your body temperature returned to normal. 

"So," Albedo sits down next to you. "I assume you're here for the Knights of Favonious."

You nod. No sane person would visit Dragonspine without good reason. Of course you'd be here for buisness. 

When you remember the letter Jean had given you, you reach in your bag to retrieve it. 

"The Acting Grand Master had requested me to hand this to you. It seemed important, though, I don't know much aside of that."

His hand takes the letter from yours. 

You observe how his eyes move over the words and his expressions change. Albedo seems to think for a moment, and then he stands up. 

"I'll draft a reply. It's getting dark already, so I believe it'd be better for you to stay tonight."

Your expression sours.

Albedo continues after he carefully observes you. "Don't worry, I have a spare sleeping bag."

"One filled with spiders?"

The snarky comment escapes your lips before you realise you had said it out loud, and your hands fly up your lips in surprise.

And as if it couldn't get worse, 

Albedo laughs.

The sound is warm and gentle, and your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"You're afraid of spiders?"

"Well. You're obviously not, it seems."

His smile remains on his face. "If it comfort you, I'll give the sleeping bag a thorough check and remove any spiders in the area before you'll fall asleep."

"I suppose spiders are the lesser evil compared to the hillicurls on the mountain." You mutter, remembering how the monster would get more active in the dark.

In the end, you agree with him. 

While Albedo, the chief alchemist, writes a reply to the letter he received, you lay in the warmth of the spider-free sleeping bag while the fire keeps you warm.

© intothegenshinworld. This content above is made for the genshinblr ebg of October 2023, hosted by @i23kazu! Because of this, content like these will contain selfship lore. After the ebg, the blog will return to its usual content!