#i must write when my muse cooperates

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hello

I would like to request a smut prompt for Sergeant Hunter. (Only if you’re up for it oc)

I had ❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜ in mind. It’s fits him so well 👀

Or, if you’re in the mood for something else,

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

The choice is yours, cheers ^^

emerges from my cave, writes hurt/comfort instead of smut, disappears back into my cave. sorry nonnie, the smut muse didn't want to cooperate for this one

Tell Me

Summary: Hunter does his best to protect you, but feels he must prove it in more ways than one. Prompt in bold and red.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: allusions to harassment, Hunter being bad at talking about his feelings, fade to black so nothing NSFW but this blog is still 18+, first kiss, hurt/comfort vibes

You've never experienced Hunter's anger like this. He usually doesn't let his emotions get the better of him and, no matter his own issues, ensures the squad stays mostly on task. Even when hiccups interrupt the plan, he rolls with the punches. The Bad Batch has a 100% mission success rate for a reason. 

But tonight the issue is so much more than a mere hiccup. No, the creep at the cantina was far more unpleasant. 

The squad can gather intel in its sleep; any of you could've staked the cantina out alone and been successful. Hunter had insisted everyone partake. In hindsight, you're glad he pushed for it, even if you and Crosshair both grumbled aloud at Hunter's mother-hennishness. You'd strode straight into the shithole bar, determined to get what you were sent for and get out as quickly as possible. 

Then that stranger got a little too friendly. He'd invaded your personal space and put his hands on you despite your very evident discomfort, reeking of cheap alcohol and bad decisions. 

Hunter had stepped in. Well... he'd done more than that. You're not envious of the stranger and his freshly broken nose.

The sergeant, glowering and shaking his hand out, had growled at the others to stay put and finish the mission. Then he'd all but ordered you back to the ship, giving you no choice but to follow or risk his wrath as well. 

Now, back on board the Marauder, you sigh as your irritation grows, prickly and uncomfortable in your chest. "Hunter."

"What," he snaps. 

"You don't have to babysit me." Crossing your arms, you lean against the bulkhead, fixing him with an unimpressed glare. 

"I'm not—" He turns away, jaw working. Shadows play over his face, backlit by the ship's control panels. His heaving chest gives enough indication that he's mentally working through something.

Softening, you take a step toward him. "Will you at least talk to me?"

His nostrils flare as you move closer. "You— You smell him now." 

"I'm sorry?"

"S'not your fault," he says, misinterpreting your words. His shoulders slump. "It's my job to protect you- you all. And I was so close to failing tonight." 

"Hunter," you say gently, holding one hand out. 

He looks down at your outstretched palm and tentatively reaches to hook your fingertips together. Even through the coarse fabric of his blacks, his warmth scorches through you. Though his nose remains scrunched, when his eyes find yours, he seems to finally step back from the edge of anger. But the emotions continuing to shine in his eyes give you pause. 

Swallowing down the burgeoning hope in your chest forcing out the irritation, you squeeze his fingers. "I appreciate you looking out for me. I really do. But is this about protecting me? Or is this something else? I- I can shower if it's a sensory issue—"

"No," he interrupts. Adjusting his hold, his fingers twine between yours. He tugs you closer. "I mean—it won't be an issue for long. Kark, I'm goin' about this all wrong." 

The sergeant sighs, pulling you in for a hug. While you've embraced him before, surprise hums along your veins. Tentative, you wrap your arms around his middle, and tuck your face into the crook of his neck, where his own scent is strongest, a unique blend of earth and musk and sweat that makes your insides stir. He tightens his arms. 

"Not that this isn't nice," you say, voice muffled, "but what're you doing?"

He's quiet for a moment. "Making you smell like me." 

You blink. "Oh." Without meaning to, you inhale a deep breath, his warm scent swirling within your lungs. "You do smell good."

Hunter chuckles. The sound vibrates against your chest. "That right?"

Humming in affirmation, you press the bridge of your nose to his skin. His pulse beats against your nose; its pace quickens. For a heartbeat, you manage to contain the response that leaps to the tip of your tongue. Is this really the time?

But then again, you've been waiting for the right time to broach the subject of your feelings for months. You've shared a few hugs, left countless lingering looks when you think he isn't looking, chased an orgasm or two in silence when he's not around. If you keep waiting, the right time won't ever happen. And you'll be left wondering.  

Throwing caution to the wind, you say, "Be easier if you take your armor off." 

"Mesh'la," he murmurs. The endearment somehow sounds like a warning. "I- Your heart is racing. You're not thinking clearly."

Gnawing at the inside of your cheek, you resist the urge to pull away at what feels like a rejection. Have you been reading all the signs wrong? Did you misread the situation earlier? You're relatively certain any of the squad would have jumped to your defense--but would the others have needed to be physically restrained from doing more damage? Would Wrecker have had to pry Tech, or Crosshair, or Echo, away from your assailant like he'd done to Hunter?

No, you decide, you've been reading the signs correctly. Stepping out of his embrace but not his orbit, you search Hunter's gaze. Threading your fingers together once again, you raise his hand to brush your lips over the knuckles surely bruising under his gloves. Hunter's lips part in surprise. 

"I'm thinking perfectly clearly." You hesitate, then forge ahead. "Tell me you don't feel anything for me, and I'll go back to pining in silence. Tell me I'm the only one who sees something here. Tell me... Tell me you broke his face because I'm part of the squad, and no other reason. Please."

Hunter inhales a shallow breath. His eyes, gray in the dim light of the Marauder's controls, sear into yours with an unidentifiable mix of emotions. "I can't." 

Relief floods through you. With a weak smile, you gesture to yourself. "Do I still smell like him?" 

He nods. 

"Do you care for me?"

Another nod, stronger than the previous. 

"Then do something about it, Hunter." Guiding his gloved touch to your face, you lean into his warmth. 

His throat bobs when he swallows. After another moment of silent indecision, Hunter steps into your personal space, gaze searching your expression. He must not find anything worth stopping for, because his grip tightens behind your jaw. The tip of his crooked nose slides along the side of your own nose, breath puffing warm and unsteady over your face. 

You close the gap. Your mouths slot together, and it's like coming home after a long time away. Humming in the back of your throat, you press closer, deepening the kiss without hesitation. Hunter follows your lead. His armor still blocks you from truly feeling him, but you don't care. His lips are on yours, and your heart is his. 

Your name slips from his lips like a prayer. Eyes fluttering open, you peer up at him from beneath your lashes. "Yes?" 

"A-Are you sure?"

"I am."

"Then let me prove that you're mine," he murmurs. His touch lingers along your waist before drifting towards your center. "Let me prove that I take care of what belongs to me." 

A shiver skates up your spine. "Show me."

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A Darling Evening (Tali & Astarion)

[Screenshots by @snowfolly]

Astarion x Taliesin Straeth (Snowy's OC)

Warnings: None; fluff!

Synopsis: Astarion finds a way to turn a rainy evening into something romantic.

Author's Note: This is my gift to @snowfolly for the Astarion Brainrot Valentine's Day Gift Exchange! Their OC Tali was a lot of fun to write, and I'm happy to post this here for them! <3

She huffed, a frown creasing her features as the rain pattered against the windowpane. "I was going to test our new find today. But no birds are going to be out in this weather." 

"And what exactly is that little trinket supposed to do again, Tali darling?" Astarion asked, deep in concentration as he stitched a design into one of her hats. 

"This little trinket," she produced a whistle the size of a pen from her pocket and slipped it through several of her fingers, admiring it. "Is supposed to make birds fly backwards for as long as they hear the song." 

"And when the little feathered twits end up crashing against a tree-?"

"They don't! That's the beauty of it. It's as though they don't even know they're flying backwards. They can see just as well as if they're flying forwards. The birds will never know the difference. But we will. We get a free show." She chuckled, tooting a note from the flute with a wiggle of her head before letting her hand fall back to her side as she sent a sidelong glance at the rain outside; staring deprecatingly at it as though it would cease just to lift her mood. 

"Well, my love, I am afraid the birds must wait." Astarion replied absent-mindedly, his brow creasing as he doubled back on a stitch that was not cooperating. 

"Well, what in the hells am I supposed to do now? And before you suggest it, I am not reading another one of the books Gale sent over right now. I'm not sure I can stomach more jargon on dissecting the magical properties of the Orevine plant." You rolled your eyes and your lover chuckled from where he sat. She leaned against the windowsill and stared at him, softening as she observed the wrinkles on his forehead and the laugh lines on the outsides of his eyes - things he would perpetually deny having as an eternally young creature of the night, but things she loved nonetheless. His eyes scanned his work tirelessly, obsessed with getting everything just right. He was a perfectionist through and through with his creations, which was surprising, considering the amount of chaos he wrought in most other areas of his undead life. But he plopped his work down suddenly and met her fuschia gaze with his discerning crimson one. 

"Well, darling, if all you plan to do for the rest of the afternoon is stare at me, then I suppose I must find something for us to do, hm? However much I enjoy seeing you observe my beauty." She scoffed and rolled her eyes at the tease, but a smile threatened to cross her lips nonetheless. She quirked a brow at him, curious to see what he had in mind. In the perfect image of beauty and grace, he rose from the chair he was perched in and swept through the small kitchen of the cabin the two of them had been staying in for around a week now and down the stairs of the adjacent door. The owners were… probably, on vacation somewhere, and had left a stocked-enough cellar for Tali to live on until she and Astarion decided to move on, or the owners decided to return. She padded down the steps after him and found him rummaging around a worn iron storage container before pulling out a bottle of mead, a block of cheese, and a small box of strawberries. “It isn’t a strawberry tart, darling, but it’ll have to do.” he mused, turning the box this way and that to see how the fruit was faring. 

He seemed to decide it was worthy of his lover after several seconds of looking it over and nodded curtly to himself, turning around and traipsing back up the steps with Tali on his heels. “Take these out in the rain and wash them off, won’t you, love?” Astarion smiled sweetly, a hint of flattery glimmering in his red-wine eyes. 

Tali merely laughed, taking the box of strawberries from him and stepping out onto the porch. There was a generous overhang, so she remained mostly dry as she held each strawberry out into the pouring rain and brushed off any possible dust or other unseen remnants with the pads of her fingers before gathering them back into the box and bringing it back in to where her lover was waiting, an apron acquired from gods know where, fastened around his slim waist and a knife in hand. “Oh, is my darling lover going to bake something for me?” Tali nudged playfully and Astarion scoffed. 

“Don’t get carried away, love.” he prodded her with his elbow as she came up beside him. “You know my specialty is to cut up, not put together.” he grinned over his shoulder at her, showing his fangs, before beginning the process of slicing their snacks. Tali chuckled and sidled up behind him, slipping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his back, humming as his laughter rumbled through her. She melted into him, allowing her eyes to fall closed as she recognized yet again how lucky they were to have found each other, especially after all they had suffered. Love was never supposed to be in the cards for her again, not after Margot. A small pang clenched her chest at the memory of her first love, but it was different now than it had been in the past. While she still held regrets, and knew she always would, there was a new sense of peace that had found her, and she knew her vampire was to thank for it. 

“If I am to make a new life after all of the pain I caused,” he would often say to her, “then you can as well.” He loved to use her words against her, but to bring her peace instead of suffering, and while it was all the more irritating that the advice was her own, she was thankful for the reminders. She smiled and nuzzled her nose in between his shoulder blades, taking in a slow breath of his bergamot, rosemary and brandy scent. There was an edge to the scent, one she knew to be his natural decayed skin, and she smiled. One of the first comments she had made once they made their relationship official was how much she liked that extra tang of his natural scent mixed with his cologne. She had nearly laughed her head off when he had looked at her with so much shock and affront that he resembled a cat whose tail had been stepped on. “You’re mad.” he had settled on as a response, grinning and shaking his head in disbelief. 

Tali giggled softly against Astarion’s back at the memory and he offered her a glance over his shoulder. “What are you giggling about like a madwoman back there, my darling? It is quite distracting.” His tone was chiding, but she knew there was a smile on his face and wriggled against him. 

“Just remembering when I told you I liked your natural scent.” 

“Oh gods, yes. I knew you were just mad enough for me when you proudly proclaimed being aroused by the scent of rot. It was all over for me at that very moment, pup.”

A cackle burst forth from her lips then and she let go of her lover to clutch her stomach. “I- hahaha! I think the f-fact that… ahahahah! That I liked you covered in gore hahaha! Would have been a sign! Ah hahaha!”

Astarion smiled down at the strawberries he resumed cutting in triumph, pleased with himself for lightening his dear Tali’s previously soured mood. He would never say the words out loud, but he couldn’t bear it when she was upset. She was his light, his sunbeam in his world otherwise plunged in darkness, and when she was down, a painfully tight coil squeezed around his undead heart. 

They chatted for awhile longer while Astarion finished with the snacks and uncorked the mead. "Well, my love, it seems as though they don't have very fine glasses for their liquor, which is a true shame, but I've found something that will do for now." He tutted as he pulled several well-worn glasses from the cupboard and wiped them out with a cloth. He had placed the cubes of cheese and slices of strawberry onto a plate and gestured for Tali to grab it and the glasses. Once her hands were full, he took the bottle of mead in hand and made for the front door. Dusk was fast approaching, but where a sunny day would have made it impossible for the vampire to be out at this hour, the rain had provided enough cloud cover that he was able to step out with ease. 

"Alright, those go here." He pointed to the short table that sat a few feet from the door and Tali relieved her hands of her haul. Astarion set the mead down between the two glasses, then turned to look at her expectantly. 

"Okay… what now?" Tali crossed her arms and chuckled at her lover's antics. 

"What do you mean, "what now?" Come now, love, you do remember how camping works, don't you? Pillows, blankets, anything to keep the ground from feeling like what it is. Off with you!" He shooed her towards the door with wild gesticulations and a laugh burst from her mouth. 

"Well why can't you get them, my big strong vampire?" She teased, referring to his boost in strength post-tadpole. 

"I had the idea, and I handled the food, darling, now it's your turn. You knew you were the manual labor in this relationship the moment you agreed to it, don't deny it." He tsked, folding his arms across his chest. 

"Alright, alright." Tali chuckled, getting to work. 

Soon, all the pillows and blankets in the house had been pooled onto the front porch where Tali and Astarion were now curled up. "The candles were a nice touch, my love." Tali murmured, glancing over to the single candelabras that held the family's bedside table candles, each one lit and waving gently in the cool night breeze. 

"Mmm I am known to be quite the connoisseur of romance, you know." He crooned from where his head lay in her lap. 

"Oh yeah?" Tali giggled, her fingers continuing a tender path through his soft curls. 

"Mhmm" Astarion hummed, his eyes closing as he pressed into his lover's gentle touch. 

"Well, I must say I agree, Mr. Ancunin. You have won me over, although at times quite begrudgingly." A smile quirked his lips, his only response to her ribbing. It wasn’t satisfactory enough for Tali though, who leaned down to press a long, amorous kiss to his beautiful plump lips; one he responded to immediately, threading his long fingers through her hair to cup the back of her head and neck. 

"I love you, Astarion." She muttered against his mouth and he chuckled softly, his breath hitting her lips. 

"I know, my darling… and you've won me over as well." He replied, pulling her lips to his once more. 

fin

[imaginethezeldaverse]

To the anon that had asked me last month about writing Yunobo and being put in a mating press............................

 I’m sorry this took me so long - truthfully I needed to build up the courage to write this holy fuck cause it was overwhelming to think about. I also lost the ask as I was writing this because Chrome decided not to cooperate which is why I don’t have the original ask on this post. Uhhhh...yeah! Allow me to lay my thirst below the cut oh my asdja. Let’s see what happens when you take a much more confident Tears of the Kingdom Yunobo, and pair that with a sprinkle of breeding and a full-on mating press 🥴 Hint: Something incredibly nasty. Reader is written female/afab because this lowkey self-indulgent bye 💗

It was a passing conversation. Something he swore he didn't mean to eavesdrop on, but in all fairness you weren't that far away from his particular earshot. You'd been chatting with Ramella who had just gotten back into town from her home in the Gerudo desert. He recalled hearing your squeal and at first thought something was wrong, but as he rounded the corner he realized it was a sound of embarrassed delight. "I'm telling you - you must ask your rock voe to hold you in a mating press while you passionately embrace. Ashai swears it's a delightful position," Ramella muses loudly at the way you're already blushing. "A-And it won't hurt when he pushes my knees toward my chest like that?" you stuttered, starting to swelter at the idea. The Gerudo merchant giggled at your question, nearly shouting she replied, "Not if you're flexible, it shouldn't!" "I-I suppose I could...ask..." you shyly mumbled back as you pressed your hands to your cheeks, face reddening by the second. Yunobo tucked his fingers to his chin in thought. Something you needed from him? Judging by your facial expressions and words, you sounded like you'd wanted whatever this hold was. But what exactly was it? Ramella mentioned it being a position, and he did overhear her say 'passionate embrace'...was it like a hug? "No that's not it, goro..." Yunobo said to himself, head tilting the opposite way as he thought further. Hugs don't normally involve your knees being at your chest last he checked; he also doesn't know you to be overly blushy about hugs in general. So what was so different about this 'mating pr--" And then it clicked. Now he understood why your cheeks were lighting up like a night lantern - and he couldn't stop himself from doing the same the more he thought about it himself. --- "Ahhh, Yunooo" you whined, back arching so your chest was further pinned to his. His colossal hand splayed across your back as he slowly filled you, his torso spreading your thighs as far apart as they could go. You relished in the feel of him, impossibly hard and thick inside of you - so much so your fingernails were already biting at his forearms. "Easy, goro...nice and ngh...slow, love..." he breathed into your ear. You had to applaud his restraint; Yunobo was always delicate with you at the beginning of your love-making, taking into consideration how much preparation and wherewithal it took for you to truly take him all in. Lashes fluttering from the deep stretch you moaned through a bitten lip at how the slight sting was dying out to pleasure now. Your hands slid up his arms, reaching to wrap around his neck. The Goron champion lifted his head just enough to seal his lips over yours, his hips drawing back and then thrusting forward. Your mewl into his mouth had him gripping you a little tighter, though his pace was kept exactly how you needed it for the moment: slow, hard, and as deep as your pussy would allow him. Each thrust would acclimate you, bend you to the shape of him and open you further. "Feel...good?..." Yunobo panted, blue eyes darkening to a rich navy as his eyelids fell halfway. Your lip was snatched between your teeth, your head leaning to the side, exposing your neck. "Yes! Ungh, goddess yessss!" And he believed you. With your breasts shaking under him, your lips parted in a semi-permanent 'O' and the feel of your hands holding onto him for dear life, he believed he was delivering your body the summation of his love and lust just fine. But something nudged at the back of Yunobo's mind, a pebble of a thought. He removed his hand from your back, gliding his palms down your hips and slotting under your knees. His body stilled for a moment, the sudden cease of his actions sending chills down your spine and causing you to flutter around his length. Your Goron beau hissed in a pleasured wince, before sitting upright on his knees and pushing yours to your chest. Your breath fell short as you were gently folded, still stuffed half-full with Goron cock. "Mmm..." Yunobo purred, a tinge of grit and machismo in tone. He leaned back over, caging your legs in place with his biceps, "Like...this, right, goro?" Eyes blown wide at how he could possibly known what you’d been silently working up the courage to ask, you gasped as he sunk back into you again. This position had him working into you deeper now, hitting a spot inside you that had your voice keening in another octave. Stars gathered behind your eyelids, your senses clouded with only the pleasure that stroked your walls and the sound of Yunobo's low grunting in the crook of your neck. He thanked Hylia for placing him in the right place at the right time - Ramella was right, this position was incredible to have you in. Something surged in his chest - fire and power lit his blood aflame as he felt the need to move faster inside you. Hoarse pants and sweetened moans dove into deeper growls and teeth-gritting grunts as he fed your body thrust after thrust after thrust. The hard edges of his hips smacked against your thighs, and you clawed desperately at his arms for purchase. Your breathy moans sang heavenly in your Goron’s ears as he hit a sensitive spot inside you.  “Oh! Ahhhhhhn, Yunobo, I--!” you cried out, your body aching to have him even closer than he was already. His thrusts grew sloppier as Yunobo let his instincts take him - barreling past the line of gentler sex with you and straight into full fucking you. His mind drove him to one objective: fill you up. With the way your hands dug into him, the bend in your spine with your head thrown back, and even the flex of your calves that most undoubtedly meant your toes were curling in absolute pleasure - you were close and he knew it. Yunobo’s powerful fingers ground harshly into the smooth surface beneath you both, cracking the build of his sculpted bed.  In your ear he panted low, “You gonna cum soon, love? I can hnnnk, feel it, y’know,” he licked a wet strip along the side of your neck, the slight hint of salt on his tongue, “So good to me...oooooh so good for me...gonna f-fill you up haaaahhh, sweetheart...you’ll take it, wontcha?”  His babbled, passionate words were sending your nerves into a frenzy, your cunt clenching around him as the ebb and flow of your release crept up your limbs.  “YES!” you sobbed, whole body wracked with desire, “Yunobo, please, I’m so close, mmmmf I’m, I-I’m...!”  Your words cut short at the sharp, empty scream of your voice, a blast of heat and ecstasy ripping through your entire body. Yunobo groaned heavily at feel of your pussy clamping tight on him, milking his cock with your rippling silken heat until even he could hold on no longer.  “That’s it, love, thaaaat’s it. All of it, goro, hahhh ffff--” His orgasm shot through him at lightning speed - a series of moans tumbling from his throat akin to a rough crescendo as he came buried deep inside you. The brawn in his thrusts softened to simple rolls in his hips as his growling lightened to airy huffs. His spent cock had emptied as much of him as would fit in your poor pussy, and when he pulled out of you - the wet squelch of it dribbling from your hole was unmistakable. Carefully, Yunobo set your legs down, making sure not to move too quickly so you could acclimate. When he was sure you were okay, you were easily flipped to sit in his lap, his arms tucking behind your back and holding you close. A gentle nuzzle of his nose on your cheek stirred you from the high of your post-coital bliss, followed by the cover of lips to your still heated skin, “I didn’t hurt you...did I?” came Yunobo’s meek whisper, tickling your ear. You sleepily shook your head in a negative and proceeded to rest on his chest.  He hummed quietly, “I’m glad...I don’t know what came over me, goro...I just...ya felt so good and then suddenly I was hit with this strange urge...” His chin rested on your head gently, “Felt like fire was in my blood - and the only thing ready t’quench it was all those n-noises you were makin’” You could hear the nerves in his voice tangled up in his words, the sense of him feeling like he did something wrong clouding his thoughts. A soft press of your lips to his pectoral, “It was incredible, Yunobo...every bit of it,” you nuzzled into his chest some more, “I wouldn’t mind doing it again like that at all.”  That seemed to lay the Goron a little more lax, albeit with wildly flushed cheeks. His hand rubbed soothing circles into your back, the other, affectionately coming to the back of your head.  You would definitely have to remember to thank Ramella later - though you were sure she was being loud during your conversation on purpose now. As you shifted you felt liquid traveling down your thighs.  “Yuno...maybe we should hit the hot spring, I um...i-it’s starting to,” stuttered you, face growing more crimson by the second. Immediately Yunobo caught what you meant, “O-Oh! Yes, let's! S-S-Sorry, hold on.” You were lifted bridal style in his arms, shifted only slightly in his hold so he could give you your dress and slip his fundoshi back on.  “I can walk, hunny,” you giggled, sweet smile accompanied by a reassuring look. Yunobo chuckled back at you, pulling your frame a tad closer to his chest, “I know, but I figured I’d give ya a break after nearly foldin’ ya in half.” Your jaw dropped at his words, and it wasn’t until he realized what he��d said - and so casually at that - that his face turned as red as Goron spice. 

“F-FORGET I SAID THAT!”  The saccharine smile on your lips turned devious in a matter of seconds; accompanied by the fresh memory of his biceps hooked under your knees as he pounded away at you had it grow more devious still, “Oh Yunobo...never.” 

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snarles here sneaking into your asks to request snatcher x reader for questober 👻🎃 okay so i had a few ideas for this since you said you like prompts and I've had quite a few laying around because I'm too shy to actually get into writing fanfiction myself hope you like them~ if not feel free to ignore any ones you don't like! - reader was either already a ghost or recently passed away and was reborn as a spirit - i had this idea where subcon has this yearly tradition where all the subconites and other spirits of the forest would make masks and dance in front of a big bonfire in the middle of the village - my random silly lore for this is that snatcher originally set this up as a way to celebrate the rebirth of subcon aswell as mourn the loss of everyone who died when the forest froze over (and also to spite vanessa lol) - after being in a relationship with y/n for a while now snatcher decides to invite them for the first time that's as much as i had for ideas but i think that's a pretty good place to add on from also most of this would probably just be fluff but honestly go wild

:0 hello there!! I tried my best to fit everything you put into one fic- I really liked all of the ideas you put down lmao. Anyways, here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

Snatcher x Reader - To be a Ghost

Unfortunately for you, you… were dead. 

And have been for a while. 

It took nearly a year to get used to being dead and having your bottom half end with a tail instead of legs, but you found a way to cope via messing with people with your newfound abilities. Making objects float was very easy– a little too easy. Though, trying to paint a floating mask with a floating paint brush? A little difficult, even for you.

“How’s it coming along?” Snatcher said encouragingly, peering over your shoulder.

“I think it’s… somewhat coming along,” you said, tilting your head to look at it from a different angle. “I think. It seems like it’s missing something…”

“Missing something?” He hummed, leaning in close to look at the mask. “Hmm…”

As you floated in front of the mask, trying to coax the ethereal paint into cooperating and not to drip onto the tree-home’s floor, Snatcher's presence was oddly comforting. His encouragement was a balm to your spectral soul, and you were grateful for his support.

Snatcher leaned in more, his translucent eyes studying your creation intently. "Maybe a touch of cerulean blue around the edges? That might give it a bit more depth. Either way, I think you’ll be able to finish before tonight."

Even though it was always night time in Subcon, they were having an event in the middle of the village. Some sort of reconciliation with life and death and to aid with mourning… or something. You weren’t a hundred percent certain what it was for, but this was the first time Snatcher has invited you to join. 

Really, you were just excited to dance and hang out in front of a warm fire. 

Despite the fact that most of your senses have eroded; taste, smell, touch– you could still feel temperature. You couldn’t warm up by yourself, of course, so you had to find other sources.

“...Say, do you miss being alive?” Your voice was soft.

“Do I miss being in a meat sack?” He snorted. “That old thing was a hindrance! I couldn’t do anything that I can do now!” Snatcher floated past you, flopping down into his maroon chair. 

You chuckled at Snatcher's candid response. "Fair point," you mused, a smile tugging at the corners of your spectral lips. "But there must be some things you miss about it, right? Like... the taste of food, or the smell of roses?"

Snatcher tilted his head in thought, considering your question. "Well, I suppose there were some pleasant moments, yes. I… suppose I miss the taste of bacon, but overall, this form suits me just fine. No need to worry about trivial mortal concerns."

You nodded, understanding his perspective. It was fascinating to contemplate the stark differences between your current existence and the memories of your past life. The transition from flesh and blood to this ephemeral state was a journey of its own.

You continued to refine the mask, each stroke of the brush imbuing it with a sense of depth and mystery. It was shaping up to be a truly unique creation… or so you hoped. It might look a little dumb at an angle.

Snatcher watched with curiosity as the mask began to take on a new dimension. "I can see it coming together," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. His tail flicked against the floor. "You've got quite the talent."

You waved a hand, feeling just a little embarrassed. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m sure your minion’s masks look much better than mine.”

“Well, as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder!”

“Did you steal that quote from a book somewhere?”

“...Maybe!”

You lightly laughed, continuing to work on painting the mask. You could pick items up in your ethereal hands, but not for long. Even sitting down was an issue… Well, that is, if you weren’t sitting in Snatcher’s lap. You blushed at the thought, recalling a few instances where he allowed you to sleep on him.

“...Say, when does the event start, again?”

“In a few good hours,” he answered. “Why?”

You carefully placed the mask down on the table, finished with it and wanting it to dry. You turned towards Snatcher, trying to put on a non-embarrassed face. “Well… maybe we could… I dunno… read a book together or something?”

“A book?” Snatcher seemed amused. “Is this a ploy to come sit in my lap again?”

You grunted, your tail swishing. “A-And what if it is?”

He took a moment to pretend to think. “Hmm… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt…” After a pause he patted his lap. “Come hither.”

You tried not to look excited. As quickly as a mouse to cheese, you plopped down onto his lap, cuddling up to him. 

Snatcher chuckled, his purple form providing a surprisingly comfortable perch. You could feel a sense of warmth emanating from him, despite the lack of true physicality. It was a small comfort, a reminder that even in this ethereal existence, there were ways to find solace… Though, you wondered how he was able to sit down for so long without phasing through the chair… maybe it was an experience thing?

As you settled down in Snatcher's lap, he produced a worn, leather-bound book from the folds of existence, teleporting it to his clawed hands. It was adorned with cryptic symbols and strange glyphs, a testament to the otherworldly nature of this place.

He flipped it open, revealing the unique language used. “I’ll read it to you,” he told you, likely seeming your bewildered expression. "Now, let's see what tale we can unearth from the annals of Subcon's history," he mused, his eyes glowing faintly as he flipped through the first few pages. “It’s been a while since I’ve read this…” 

“...Anal?” Your lips quivered upwards as you tried not to laugh.

“Annals, as in yearly.” He pouted. “Silly ghost.”

After a moment his clawed fingers passed over the ancient text, expertly navigating the script and reading it aloud. The words he spoke seemed to come alive, weaving a vivid mental tapestry of Subcon's past. It was a tale of struggles, of rebirth, and of the enduring spirit that lived on in this forest.

…You rubbed your eyes, leaning back into him and getting comfortable. Although sleeping was a bit… difficult to do as a ghost, you found yourself drowsing off, head bopping a few times before settling backwards, against his chest. Although you were always interested to learn more, he was just too comfortable to lay on.

You weren’t exactly sure when you fell asleep, but reality faded away as you snuggled up to him, resting in his lap and comforted by his soothing, rumbling voice…

[incandescentia]

SHIPPING INFO.

answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

Most of my muses are OCs so whatever ship is there, it is my OTP. However, I do have a select few exceptions like Megohime, as she will be defaulted to ship with her historical spouse, Date Masamune. As for my canon muses, I am only on board with the idea of Oichi being shipped with Azai Nagamasa (her canon husband both in this interpretation and in the history), while others are still a fair game as long as chemistry and prior discussion are involved. I do like Kenshin and Kasuga together, but honestly I don't see Kenshin returning her (a good emphasis on romantic and sexual) affection because I see him/them as celibate, so...

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I'm so heavily inspired by shoujo/josei manga as well as Korean dramas when it comes to shippy ideas/dynamics so it might not be too off from tropes that are present in those medias. However, I do have several turnoffs (apart from the usual squick/no-nos like incest, pedophilia, etc) like the typical cliche trope of a (usually male) bully crushing on their (usually female) victim (which was popularized by H.ana Y.ori D.ango back in the days haha), extreme Stockholm syndrome, persistent third wheelers (god I actually really hate this trope fjfhdkdj) questionable age gaps and with minor muses. Toxic, obsessive or unhinged are fine, but we gotta discuss it further to make it actually work as it would have to depend on which muse that are going to be involved in it and not cross boundaries that we might have for comfort.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Between mortal characters, anything between minors and adults are a big no, but at the very maximum... maybe 20-30 years? Idk. Immortals are completely different story, of course, and as long as they are both at the same level of mental maturity, it's a fair game.

Are you selective when shipping?

To be fair, very much so. I love ships but they don't exactly define my writing or is the main purpose of why I write on the first place as it has been more of a lore and personal character development focused purpose (though ships may facilitate the latter). Some characters are rather reserved about who they want to pursue a romance with (e.g: Killian). Even some characters are not available for shipping yet as I write them to be pretty much aroace, like Jinluo. Mun's personal taste also factors in as well occasionally... Mutual interests between both parties must be present and a good, healthy amount of communication as well.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

It honestly really depends on the muse and the ship itself...? Some of my muses are inexperienced or simply asexual, some of them are simply repressed, some of them are experienced yet still reserved about sexual encounters, and some are straight out shameless. Most of the time I keep NSFW content to a minimum because not all muses would want to cooperate with that, but certain muses have no problem to be on board with it (namely Tsuyuko) and wouldn't even mind to do one night stands.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Points @ my mutuals. You, you, you you!! You know who you are!

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Yes, but I honestly don't bite. I would do the same favor to others and see where it goes there. If it works, it works. If it doesn't, it doesn't.

How often do you like to ship?

Again, I really enjoy shipping when it's done right and I love writing up unique possible relationship dynamics that happen between the involved characters (like old married couple Masamune/Megohime or any master/servant or lord/warrior dynamics), but also: I'm selective and shipping itself is not the main focus of my writing, though it may sometimes facilitate the said focus.

Are you multiship?

Most of the time yes, but even then it's kept to a manageable amount. Some characters are singleship due to personal plot limitations though, and it's unnegotiable.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I'm generally the latter but if I have a specific ship/dynamic I really like, you can tell when I'm obsessed as I actively throw you my ideas/memes/etc.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Points at the first point's answer above

Finally, how does one ship with you?

I might be a little reserved myself when it comes to shipping but honestly the best way to ship with me is to rp with me to test the waters and communicate to me about it, then we'll see where it's going from there. As we know, first meetings are usually not the thing I'm going for as well since it's often cliche - so you are more than welcome to offer me ideas for a possible existing dynamics!

Tl;dr shipping is not my main writing focus and it usually takes time for me to fully go on board with the idea but with the right amount of chemistry and investment, we can try to make it work together. <3

[silverhallow]

Ash’s Festive Fluff

Rules:

I’ll take probably about 10 requests over the next few weeks… if I receive more than 10 I’ll choose my favourites and maybe write more later if I feel inspired so it won’t be first come first served so please try not to send more than one or two each… 

I’ll accept prompts for about a week to get them in and give you time to think of them and I’ll post when my prompts are closed.

It will be Benophie only this time I am afraid, I’m not writing any other couple at the moment.

You must specify which AU of mine you want it from, if you want canon regency then please state as such, otherwise your request won’t get done. No AU means No story, but it can be ANY of my AUs. It must be an existing AU. I am not accepting generic requests

Prompt must be dialogue based or action based so it can’t be like Christmas Day in BE AU… it needs to be something like “Christmas shopping or Charlie’s first Christmas” that sort of thing and then which AU you wanna see.

I aim to be less than 1000 words so please do not over complicate things…

And they must be fluffy!! No smutty, no angsty requests…

This does all depend on my muse cooperating so they won’t be done quickly so you will need to be patient with me! 

Do not send multiples of the same ask. Otherwise I’ll delete all versions, if you aren’t sure if I’ve gotten a prompt, ask me if it came through and I shall reply to confirm either way…

I don’t need the pressure of someone sending multiples through as it feels like people are being pushy when that happens.

They may not get posted to Ao3 I’ve not decided but they’ll obviously be here…

So my asks are now open for the Festive Fluff asks… so enjoy 🧡

Asking period: 19th November 2023 to 26th November 2023

[prpfz]

Hello again! 💜 30+/f and rusty as fuck after being away from the rp hobby for two years and I am so far out of the loop. I'm looking for a super patient 21+ rp partner that likes angst, drama, and horrible characters as much as I do and writes on discord. I try to get a reply out a day, but sometimes it may take a few days depending on life, and average about 2 - 3 paragraphs so I'm looking for something similar. The ideal partner would be up for writing at least two male ocs of varying moral standing against my female ocs in plots involving all the angst and drama and dead doves galore. Also smut and violence.

Some plot ideas:

Muse A (mine) is the illegitimate daughter of a big time crime boss. Somehow a rival gang has found out this information and is threatening her life if the Boss doesn't cooperate with their demands. The Boss sends Muse B (yours) to discreetly keep an eye on her without her finding out about any of this. B ends up renting an apartment in the house A owns and runs and they become acquainted. B does his job and generally keeps his distance... until he notices A's boyfriend (also yours!) is an abusive shit and he's torn between stepping in and keeping things professional.

Muse A (mine) is the daughter of a powerful politician and a wild child party girl. Muse B (yours) has been hired to be her personal fulltime bodyguard, which A insists she doesn't need and B expects to be an easy babysitting job. They do NOT hit it off well and A ramps up her antics in an effort to make B quit or get fired and B begrudgingly does his job despite wanting to lock her in her room for the foreseeable future. They bicker and fight and eventually tension rises over a long slow burn until they're both in deep deep denial about their feelings towards each other. A is also in an on again/off again relationship with C (also yours), the son of another political family and generally a piece of abusive shit who influences a lot of A's bed decisions.

Muse A (mine) and Muse B (yours) are spies and assassins for a secret non-government agency. They primarily deal in information and espionage but sometimes murder is on the table. Most jobs involve A going into a place undercover to seduce their target (written by you) while B keeps an eye on her and deals with any tech issues or hired muscle that needs dealt with, often forced into a position where he has to watch and/or listen in on her missions without interfering unless things go south. Sometimes they even go undercover together as a couple. Slow burn, building tension, angst, drama, and denial. Smut and dead doves.

Muse A (mine) knew Muse B (yours) when she (or or both of them) was younger but lost touch for several years. A fell onto hard times and bad luck and ended up working as a prostitute in the same city where B is a police officer/detective where the two of them start to cross paths. A is jaded and broke down by the life she's been dealt and doesn't trust B when he says he wants to help her, assuming he's like everyone else that just wants to use her. (You would also write A's pimp and/or clients.)

Muse A (mine) is the daughter and only heir to the kingdom Muse B (yours) has just overthrown, taking A as his bride. B is vile and ruthless, taking anything and everything he wants. After A tries to run away, B assigns Muse C (also yours) to be her bodyguard and and keep her from trying to escape again. Generally a cold and stoic individual, C starts to warm around A and becomes protective of her, growing to hate B and the way he mistreats her. Forbidden feelings develop between A and C that they must hide from B (then eventually escape together or something similar).

If any of these pique your interest or you have another idea you think I might like, hit that heart and I'll contact you! <3

like or dm

[yformaldehyde]

IND. COOPER HOWARD — THE GHOUL from FALLOUT (TV SERIES)

by kotys, 21+, she/her

ABOUT | VERSES | RULES BELLOW ⤵

RP ETIQUETTE EXPECTED — don't control my character & talk to me before you want to inflict major damage onto them. Respect the golden rule - do unto me what you would want done unto yourself. If you're unsure about anything, my IMs are open.

MULTI EVERYTHING — I accept the multiverse theory & don't shy away from AUs. This applies to duplicates. Mains and affiliates are earned. I don't do exclusives.

NO MINORS — if you're younger than 21, please don't interact with my blog. It's a comfort thing.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT — triggering & NSFW topics will either be written or mentioned. I will tag everything I can, including mentions that belong to sensitive topics. Bear in mind that my responsibilities end here and that curating your space to your needs is your job. Prevalent themes: cannibalism, gore, body rot, substance/drug abuse, blood, violence, disfiguration, denial of basic resources, torture, murder not excluding children & animals. I don't condone what I write. I just write it with those willing to explore it.

SHIPS & SMUT — I'm personally disinterested in both, especially the latter. I don't write smut unless it makes sense to the story. Cooper is tough to ship with, so chemistry & OOC communication is imperative to get there.

THREADS & STORYLINES — I like a good challenge & adore threads that feel like we're writing a book together. I don't drop threads without letting my partners know about it first. My main preference is to bring a thread to a satisfying close, even if it needs to get cut short. These are my values & I don't expect you to share them, though it's appreciated if you do.

SPEED — I'm not chronologically locked when it comes to replies & will prioritize whatever sparks my muse the most. That's not to say that I don't treasure every single thread I have going. Life is stressful, so I cope by channeling my attention into whatever comes easiest to me in the moment. I leave the rest for when I am able to allocate the time to offer a worthy reply. I also don't mind threads that are put on hold. I've had threads & plots continue after a year of pause, so I'm not looking to rush you or be rushed by you. I'm a strong supporter of letting the story breathe at its own pace depending on the time, motivation and general availability of the writers.

CHARACTER — The Ghoul is not a nice character who hesitates out of the goodness of his heart. He operates through the mentality of dehumanization & general devaluation, therefore he will shoot, harm, mock, cannibalize and kill without mercy if the latter doesn't garner him a service. Maybe your muse can fix him, but chances are he'll make them worse.

THE MUN — I'm in my late 20s & live in Europe. I haven't played the games, so I only know about Fallout from the show & whatever tidbits I consume on the internet. I mainly just post things & bounce, so I don't spend a lot of time on the dash and therefore might miss out on a ton of things! English is my second language. I will do my best to mimic a southern dialect, but I must preemptively apologize if my dialogues are going to be a miss rather than a hit. You can ask for my discord but your best bet to chat with me OOC is through IMs. Little PSA since it happened.

[lustfulheart]

INDIE SMUT RP (PLOT CENTRIC) - YOU MUST BE (PREFERABLY) 21+ TO ENTER PLEASE AND THANKS AND (AS OF 7/23/2023) I HAVE SWITCHED TO BETA EDITOR ONLY.

Welcome everyone to my page! I am a mostly mutuals only blog, but if you see an open in the tags you’re more than welcome to answer it even if we don’t follow each other! Some of the best partners are found that way, but just know I might be selective at times when it comes to muse and such. PLEASE DON’T PESTER ME IF I DO NOT FOLLOW YOU BACK. YOU MAY ANSWER AN OPEN IF YOU SEE ONE, BUT IF I DON’T REPLY PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO GUILT ME. I HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO AS I PLEASE ON THIS BLOG, THE SAME AS YOU DO.

I play both female and male characters (there is an obvious lean towards females) and while I’m not here to say you have to double up with one of my girls to get my guys, just know those threads might come a bit slower at times. I don’t try to drop threads without at least making some sort of PSA post about it though, so keep an eye out for them if I don't come directly to you with it!

When it comes to pairings, all of my men are straight and a majority of my ladies are bisexual! Leading the bulk of my threads to lean either towards m/f or f/f, but at the time of updating this (7/23/2023) I will not be including m/m content on my blog in a sexual sense. I have nothing against it, but I will not write it I am sorry 🖤 When writing a starter though, I will always include the preferences at the top so there is no confusion. 

All standard rules apply here, don't be a dick and we should get along fine. Discord is more likely to be given out to people whom I have plotted with a little bit at least on here already, I just have to know it’s not gonna flop and go nowhere within a day or two. That, and it is now the place where all of my kinkier plots go to be written as to spare the dash as much as possible.

LINKS:

Muses | Banned FC's | Starters | Wanted Opposites | General Plot Wishlist

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Below the cut is my mobile friendly muse list! It will be updated as I continue to expand the roster.

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IF A “⩥” APPEARS NEXT TO THEIR NAME IT MEANS THE MUSE IS ONLY AVALIABLE UPON REQUEST / DEPENDANT UPON THE PLOT AT HAND! (I just simply do not wish to get rid of them entirely, but they are going to be a lower activity muse by default)

LADIES:

Jenny Boyd - Cassie Dunbrow

Ana De Armas - Elena Ortega   “⩥”

Dove Cameron - Bella Grover

Madelyn Cline - Sydney "Syd" Limpkin

Dianna Agron - Violet Monroe   “⩥”

Madelaine Petsch - Kat Hendricks

Grace Van Dien -  Zoey White

Kathryn Newton - Twyla Allen

Zoe Colletti - Liddy Caldwell

Sadie Sink - Kirby Lewis

Holland Roden - Ginny Wallace

Gemma Chan - Mei Lin   “⩥”

Natalia Dyer - Tori Van Dickson   “⩥”

Camila Mendes - Izabel Torres

Ellie Bamber - Madison Penn

Sydney Sweeney - Charlie Kramer

Kaitlyn Dever - Hayley Sumpter   “⩥”

Amy Adams - Lauren Moore

Anne Hathaway - Andrea Fernway

Sarah Rafferty - Monroe Danes

GENTS:

Tyler Hoechlin - Parker Hornsby   “⩥”

Bradley Cooper - Ash Winger

Robbie Amell - Klaus Weber   “⩥”

Idris Elba - Simon Huntsman

Matthew Noszka - Jaxon Krol

Pedro Pascal - Mateo Soto   “⩥”

Dacre Montgomery - Ryker Collymore

Chris Pine - Ethan Sharp

Jason Momoa - Levi Madden “⩥”

Grey Sallow - Ryan Gosling

[whyscserious]

affiliates: @qu-tipie @dcmoniism @tootyfuckingfruity MEMES | PROMO | HEADCANONS WORLD WITHOUT RULES

Helloooo there and welcome to my Nolanverse Joker blog. I am Penny 21+ My pronouns are she/her but they/them are okay also.

Because of the mature themes that will be portrayed on this blog absolutely no one under 21 will be admitted. If I find out you are lying to me about your age you will be blocked. No exceptions.

I am not mutuals only. Anyone is welcome to follow and send in memes and respond to my opens. I am just selective about who I follow and write with. I am very iffy about personals following if you do happen to follow, please do not reblog my asks or threads. If this becomes a problem I will be blocking you.

I am not going to reblog extreme gore, it messes with the aesthetic and starts to look like a snuff blog, but I will reblog knives, guns and objects burning for aesthetic purposes. Maybe some blood. I will tag them appropriately if this becomes a problem. I will not tag traditional clowns. But I will also not reblog them. I will only be reblogging Nolanverse Joker aesthetic gifs and pictures. And occasionally Harley Quinn.

Harleys Tread with caution and please refrain from calling him Puddin. Unless speaking to me about it beforehand. I will tag abuse and other nasty elements.

I will not write r*pe, in*est, pe*ophilia, r#cism and other nasty subjects. But I will write bloody violence, extreme gore, abusive subject matter and explosions. They will be tagged with trigger warnings. If you feel a subject/plot is too heavy please speak to me about it and we will do something else or pull it in another direction. I don't want to water him down because I like to stay true to the character but I understand if some people might be uncomfortable with extreme subject matter. However, If you are sensitive to these elements this is probably not the right blog for you.

Smut? Maybe I will write some not safe for work but it won't be cuddly or romantic. I also prefer to have a good relationship with the mun. Also: don't expect him to be your snuggly bunny. Not even with Harley Quinn. Warning: It's probably gonna be bizarre, unromantic and probably kinky. I have a separate blog for spicy interactions. Please let me know if you would like the url. I reserve that only for Joker "ships." AND YOU MUST BE OVER 21+ TO INTERACT OR FOLLOW.

My Joker is a mix of media I have incorporated from fanfiction, fanvideos and the movie The Dark Knight along with some unsaid headcanons I threw in to make him stand out amongst other portrayals. I also take inspiration from the bands NIN, Korn, and Slipknot. I feel they are the most Jokercoded.

Please Do not lift any headcanons or writing ideas from this blog. I will find out.

My gifs/icons are from fanpop, insanejournal, and my good friend chaoticjoke My theme and all other graphics and icons are from @butscrewmefirst. I use gif icons for my dash responses ooc and I use my icons for threads. I will use one or two depending on the length of the thread. I do have icons of Heath Ledger from the film Candy and Ten Things and Two Hands for youth verse and arkham threads. If this is uncomfortable for you, since Heath has passed away, please let me know and I will not use them in our threads. I will work around it.

I don't "roleplay" in the ask box. If you want to continue a thread from an ask please make a separate post and @ me in the post. Thank you.

I don’t appreciate if you only leave your own reply in our thread because when I do drafts I need to reread what my character replied to yours to keep the plot consistent and coherent.

I have other blogs besides this one. This blog is medium activity since my Joker muse is quite scarce and I have other blogs. I have Harley Quinn and also Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang Theory. Sheldon Cooper takes up most of my time, energy, and focus. So please be patient for replies. I try to get on here at night or on the weekends.

MUN IS NOT THE MUSE. I HAVE NO CREEPY WEIRD FETISHY OBSESSION WITH THE JOKER. I AM VERY FRIENDLY I PROMISE NOT TO SOUND LIKE A HARD ASS. I GOOGLE EVERYTHING. JOKER IS A VILLAIN. I UNDERSTAND THAT. I TREAT HIM AS SO I AM NOT TRYING TO REDEEM HIM.

Do not ask for verses for redemption because they will be ignored. Please do not try to change his characterization. He is a villain and unstable. That is not the canon I have envisioned for this portrayal. Thank you.

If you have any other questions just ask me. Tumblr IMs are available always.

[smiletimeisrunningout]

4 / 5 / 17 for the munday meme!

@rhogeminid I love you and I'm so sorry that I ended up writing such long answers

Favourite thing about roleplaying?

The cooperative part of it in which we both surprise each other, and not just with each other's muses but with our own doing whatever the hell they want. For example us deciding to have an angsty NO I CAN'T BE WITH YOU thread and then your muses say exactly the right word that makes Emma go 'actually I'm changing my mind' which makes me go WHAT? and then yours says something that makes yours go DID YOU SEE, DID YOU READ, WHAT HAPPENS NOW and then Emma says something stupidly romantic and we are both all OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING EVERYBODY CALM DOWN

That part. The part where we left the characters follow their personalities instead of the planned plots and surprise each other, or answer memes in a way that the other person wasn't expecting and hit each other in the feels... and then come yelling at one another? I can't find that in writing fanfiction, though of course people yelling in the comments come close, but it's just... not the same. I can't surprise myself as much and it's more solitary to me than roleplaying is. Having the other person respond whether ic or ooc with some yelling is my favorite thing ever because we are having fun together!

Least favourite thing about roleplaying?

Don't open this box I'm such a salty person.

There are so many things I'm needlessly fight-y about that it's hard to pick the least favorite lol I'd say that I don't like when people don't read rules/about pages, because the roleplay community talks a lot about how we are all a bit anxious/insecure etc to explain why we don't talk much anymore (and btw I am too, but I also know that for anxious people not responding much is one way to reject the other person, so I push through and then give up if the other person never tries to initiate or sounds legit pissed off that I'm writing to them) and yet it's okay to not read rules and forcing a person to have to do the more embarrassing thing of saying, for example, 'I don't want to roleplay with that muse' (to a multimuse) or 'I don't want to ship that because he's mean to her/doesn't even seem to like her' or 'I'm sorry I'm not into that fandom anymore'. Like, I feel way more anxiety and annoyance at having to re-say things I wrote down EXACTLY TO AVOID THAT, because we are all very much socialized to just go along with it, than I do at pushing myself to ignore the thought that I'm annoying the other person if I go to plot with them so that we can actually write. If you aren't 'in the mood' to read long pages don't follow a blog with long rules. A game is only fun when you don't make the other players uncomfortable. And non mutuals trying to rp fall into this category too! Also because if I roleplay with one X character doesn't mean I'll roleplay with all portrayals of X character, or that I want to roleplay with all the muses that the person writing X character has, or with every similar character to X, so just... read rules, people!

Least favourite trope?

Now let's be clear, we are just talking about what's fun to me, there is no moral judgment here because it's just a matter of 'I like coffee you like tea', but the trope where the man 'finally' shuts up the woman who has a loud personality or is fighty or whatever to return to the status quo of her letting him take the lead because he's really good at kissing her or more, and it's clear that she's just yapping but has no real power in the relationship, instead of it being a 'we cooperate and like each other'? I'm trying to stay on the safe side of tumblr right now but... the concept that you can have male characters be stubborn and loud or fun and if they soften up for love it's so cool meanwhile with a woman this trope becomes putting her in her place because ultimately the man must be in charge? Nope. No. I'm not writing any of my female muses as secretly just wanting a man to take the lead, or as being their mindless cheerleaders who just cry if the man does something bad or beg him to change, but have no decisional power. And you have no idea of how many times in the past I've found myself writing other female muses who were way angrier/figthy and the male muse's intention was to in the end prove they were stronger so they'd stop being like that, or expect Emma who is all sunshiney to be just a supporting character. So I guess my least favorite trope is 'one member of the couple is just a supporting character to the other instead of an equal and specifically the woman if strong must learn that she's never going to be the one making the calls'.

I see it a lot LESS around tumblr now though, which is a relief (been here since 2012). It's why I'm so strict with who I interact with and who I ship with even if it's hard to tell nowadays, but I'm not picking any trope that will result in Emma being muted, like her when she's dumb or leave her.

[darkrpfinders]

Hello again! 30+/f and rusty as fuck after being away from the rp hobby for two years and I am so far out of the loop. I'm looking for a super patient 21+ rp partner that likes angst, drama, and horrible characters as much as I do and writes on discord. I try to get a reply out a day, but sometimes it may take a few days depending on life, and average about 2 - 3 paragraphs so I'm looking for something similar. The ideal partner would be up for writing at least two male ocs of varying moral standing against my female ocs in plots involving all the angst and drama and dead doves galore. Also smut and violence.

Some plot ideas:

Muse A (mine) is the illegitimate daughter of a big time crime boss. Somehow a rival gang has found out this information and is threatening her life if the Boss doesn't cooperate with their demands. The Boss sends Muse B (yours) to discreetly keep an eye on her without her finding out about any of this. B ends up renting an apartment in the house A owns and runs and they become acquainted. B does his job and generally keeps his distance... until he notices A's boyfriend (also yours!) is an abusive shit and he's torn between stepping in and keeping things professional.

Muse A (mine) is the daughter of a powerful politician and a wild child party girl. Muse B (yours) has been hired to be her personal fulltime bodyguard, which A insists she doesn't need and B expects to be an easy babysitting job. They do NOT hit it off well and A ramps up her antics in an effort to make B quit or get fired and B begrudgingly does his job despite wanting to lock her in her room for the foreseeable future. They bicker and fight and eventually tension rises over a long slow burn until they're both in deep deep denial about their feelings towards each other. A is also in an on again/off again relationship with C (also yours), the son of another political family and generally a piece of abusive shit who influences a lot of A's bed decisions.

Muse A (mine) and Muse B (yours) are spies and assassins for a secret non-government agency. They primarily deal in information and espionage but sometimes murder is on the table. Most jobs involve A going into a place undercover to seduce their target (written by you) while B keeps an eye on her and deals with any tech issues or hired muscle that needs dealt with, often forced into a position where he has to watch and/or listen in on her missions without interfering unless things go south. Sometimes they even go undercover together as a couple. Slow burn, building tension, angst, drama, and denial. Smut and dead doves.

Muse A (mine) knew Muse B (yours) when she (or or both of them) was younger but lost touch for several years. A fell onto hard times and bad luck and ended up working as a prostitute in the same city where B is a police officer/detective where the two of them start to cross paths. A is jaded and broke down by the life she's been dealt and doesn't trust B when he says he wants to help her, assuming he's like everyone else that just wants to use her. (You would also write A's pimp and/or clients.)

Muse A (mine) is the daughter and only heir to the kingdom Muse B (yours) has just overthrown, taking A as his bride. B is vile and ruthless, taking anything and everything he wants. After A tries to run away, B assigns Muse C (also yours) to be her bodyguard and and keep her from trying to escape again. Generally a cold and stoic individual, C starts to warm around A and becomes protective of her, growing to hate B and the way he mistreats her. Forbidden feelings develop between A and C that they must hide from B (then eventually escape together or something similar).

If any of these pique your interest or you have another idea you think I might like, hit that heart and I'll contact you! <3

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[hunting-songs]

"Hmm? Oh this old thing?" Chris chuckles as he points to the feint scar on the left side of his lip. "With all the smooching we've done I'm surprised you haven't noticed before." A blush fills his cheeks. "I was a little accident prone as a kid. Falling off of skateboards. Burns in the kitchen. Even being the main victim of kitchen slips. So it would make sense my first kiss would be a little different." He shrugs. "My childhood friend wasn't exacly human. Descendent of sharks in a way so her teeth were as sharp as the knives I used to cut cakes with. She was my very first kiss and well she ended up taking a bit of my lip in the kiss so I had to get stitches." 🔍 Your muse spots an old injury belonging to my muse that they didn't know about before

Injuries, Old and New Prompts! The train had had a delay and now everythign ws too late: It was too late to go to a restaurant because thy were closed for the night, it was too late to cuddle up in the car because they were too tiered, it was too late to start a movie because the morning was already approaching and the bakery would open up in only a few little hours. So they had lay down on the couch witht he orange streetlight falling inside the livingroom and drawing patterns like adornments adeof cooper on the floor, their faces, the couch and the walls. She was laying on him- her chest and stomach to his chest, her elbows over his collarbone with the fingers of her left hand playing with the collar of his shirt, and her nose barely an inch away from his. Chris calm breathing against her face was a soft lullaby that was almost luring her to sleep, but Senritsu had missed him and she wanted to still stay awake a little longer. "What can I say-" the woman chuckled quietly, a sound as melodic as a song: "-my eyesight is horrible and whenever I look at your face I am too enchanted by your brown eyes and sweet voice to notice anything else." Senritsu peered up to the man tieredly and in her dark grey, almost black eyes appeared a shimmer like from a sly mischievous wisp in a moonless night: "Mhmmmmmm...I should write that person though, to thank her that she left enough of your face intact for me to kiss." There was a quiet rustling noise when the woman leaned forward, leanedforward to kiss him, leaned forward until their lips almost touched, leaned forward to hear the tact of his breathing change just a little. Then Senritsu tilted her head back, gasping theatralically as if she had just remmebered something very important. The Musician lifted a short finger like a teacher explaining a lesson: "But-"

"- to make you feel better: at least you got the scar through a kiss, be proud of it." She carefully rolled around so she was now laying with her back on Chris chest and her head on his shoulder, to lift her spaghetti-strap tank until under her breast to show a pale streak of scartissue that had cut like a fingerlong lighting-flash from under her breast to her rips. In the orange light of the streetlamps the scar seemed to glow white against her olive skin: "- 'got this trying to show off my agitato hands for a girl when I was thirteen. I threw up my pocketknife to catch it like I had done hundred times before, cought it, turned around all giddy and proud because I must have looked so cool, stumbled right infront of her and fell on my own knife.", she grimaced comically by the memory, now more laughing in contrast to her having understandably screamed like a banshee that time. Her small hands reached into the air, dancing after the calm melody she could hear behind her right next to her ear where Chris heartbeat sang so loving for her: "Needless to say, she did not wanted to kiss me after she had to bring me to the Music-Consotiums infirmary allegro." There was a rustling noise from her long hair as she turned her head and purred as sweet as a kitten: "I hope now, that scar is at least rakishly looking enough to earn me a kiss now, mhmmm?" [ @bewitchingbaker ]

[the-traveling-poet]

hi bby, how are you doing? 💕 It was me who sent the Erwin comment, but I accidentally clicked on anon and didn’t realise it! Anyway, hope you’re doing good, school is been stressing me out lately and ugh! Anyway here to drop here a wild headcanon for you >:3 (I don’t know if in English means the same thing, cause in Italians its meant it as in wild animal or plant) So, Levi discovering tea thanks to Erwin? Erwin proposing him to join the Survey Corps in front of a cup of tea and Levi getting more interested in the beverage than Erwin’s speech?🤭 Anyway, have a good day/night 💕💕💕

Persuasion

Following the capture of the Underground thugs, and their forced enlistment into the Survey Corps, lead to a bloody expedition that met the ends of many. Now left on his own, Levi struggles to comprehend this new life he must lead above ground; friendless and clueless. Despite their bad blood, Erwin seeks to right some of the wrongs by teaching Levi the customs of the military and life within the walls. Through the younger man’s refusal to cooperate, there might just be one thing that could change his mind.

Pairing: Platonic!Erwin x Platonic!Levi

Warnings: language, platonic enemies-to-friends, humor

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

A/N: haha all good my lovely Alex, I’m still pressed about the hair like sir!!? I’m sorry to hear about school, I feel the same way with my 9-5 job. I hope everything is going at least somewhat okay! Idk abt you but I honestly can’t stand 90% of humans out in public places 🥲THANK YOU FOR WILD HC I LOVE THIS IM SORRY I MADE IT A ONESHOT I JUST WANTED TO WRITE MORE-

With a gentle click the door shut behind them, leaving the room they stepped into near silent but for the footsteps echoing off candle lit walls.

Erwin was the first to take a seat, a nearly inaudible sigh leaving his lips when his back met the comfortable wood of his office chair. Stretching out his arms against the restraints of his jacket, he laces his fingers together atop the sturdy desk as he drags his gaze back up across the room to meet the storm eyes of his newest Cadet.

“You’re welcome to take a seat,” Erwin offers softly, evaluating every twitch in the young man’s body as he stayed unmoving from his spot by the door.

The raven haired man stayed silent, only indicating his answer through the way his frown deepened. Sighing, Erwin relaxed back into his chair.

“You know, I asked you to join me so we could have a civil conversation.” Erwin mused.

“You didn’t ask, you ordered me here,” the younger man scoffed, finally speaking up.

“Well, you refused my offer the first time, and this conversation needed to be had. I had no choice but to order you.” Erwin had to bite back a chuckle at how the Cadet grumbled under his breath like a child, crossing his arms firmly over his chest.

“Levi, I understand this is quite the cultural shock for you. Life above ground is significantly different than where you resided below. Which is why I think it important I help teach you skills you’ll find you need to acquire in order to adjust accordingly.”

Levi scoffed, turned his sharp gaze away from the taller man across the room.

“Like manners, for one,” Erwin frowned, rubbing at his brow. The walls only knew just how frequently the young man before him made him want to drink.

With a huff the Captain stood from his desk, making for a small cabinet stationed against the wall backing his desk. Opening the doors, he was disappointed to see the last of his bottles had been emptied.

As a second resort, he picked up an old kettle and a container of water. Setting the pot into the fireplace that an accompanied the room, he filled it with water and lit a match.

Suddenly, he noticed Levi’s eyes back on him, observing his every move with squinted eyes and pursed lips. Surprised, Erwin raised a thick brow in question.

“Something you wish to say, Levi?”

Silence met Erwin’s question. Instead of answering, a weary sigh left Levi’s parted lips and his arms fell from his chest. Glancing about the room one last time, Levi seemed to make up his mind and walk towards his Captain’s desk. Pulling back the chair on the opposite side of Erwin’s, he took a seat with a huff.

Pleased, Erwin smiled and cautiously made his way back to his own seat. Once sat, he looked Levi over curiously, who still wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“Correct me if I’m mistaken, but you weren’t given a formal education in your youth, were you?” He started off slowly.

Glaring up at him through inky bangs, Levi clicked his tongue.

“Depends; how do you define education?”

“Well…The study of simple mathematics, the memorization of the historical events, the reading and writing of formal documentation. And such similar things.”

“…Then no. Best I can do ya is knowledge on the quickest way to end a man’s life with your bare hands in the betting ring.”

Seeing the utter shock and worry flashing through Erwin’s eyes, Levi cleared his throat.

“Or…the art of rigging a building for explosion.” He added in a mumble, once more folding his arms over his chest and averting his gaze.

“…And pick-pocketing…”

Erwin was saved the awkward silence of forming a response by the sharp whistling of his pot in the hearth. Grabbing a teacup and saucer from a drawer, he returned to his place at the fireplace to fill up his cup. As he poured the water, he spoke over his shoulder.

“While those, ahh, skills, would be…practical?…I suppose, Underground; they aren’t so much up here in the Survey Corps. I can help you, if you let me, to educate you.”

“And why the hell would I agree to that?” Levi snapped, turning around in his chair to watch as Erwin worked.

“Well, believe it or not, there is benefit to it.”

Stirring the liquid content steaming in his cup, Erwin returned to his chair with a hum.

Levi watched him closely, eyes flitting between the man’s face and the cup held in his weather worn hands. Finally, they stilled onto the curling steam spilling over the sides of the porcelain cup’s handle.

“Such as?” He asked lowly, eyes still trained on the desk.

“Well, as your services here are apart of our agreement, these social and practical skills could save you both from embarrassment and a tight spot. Say, if you were to advance through the ranks and earn the title Captain; you would be expected to attend, understand, and contribute to meetings around the walls. Or say your gear malfunctioned on the field, or you lost sight of your squad; you would need to know how to survive on your own in a new environment until you could seek aid. Learning these things, both intricate and mundane, could very well save your life and your sanity one day.”

Erwin took a deep breath, pleased with his speech to the young man in all its long winded glory. But when he met the raven’s gaze, it was still locked firmly on his desk. He patiently awaited Levi’s response, but it never came. Starting to feel a bit exasperated now, he sighed and leaned closer to the man.

“Levi-“

“What’s that?”

Perplexed, Erwin leaned back from the desk. The innocence in Levi’s tone was something he hadn’t thought he’d ever hear from the sharp tongued individual before him.

“What’s…what?”

“In that cup. It’s got smoke coming out of it. Looks like burning muddy water.” Levi mused, a slight tilt to his head as he leaned an inch closer to the mug. “But it smells good.”

Erwin was taken aback, and thus at a loss for words. Shaking his head, he stammered for words.

“It’s…tea?”

“Tea don’t smoke like that,” Levi countered, reaching out to drag the cup closer towards himself. He grabbed the rim cautiously, but quickly set it down with a click of his tongue at the temperature of the porcelain.

“It’s not smoking, it’s steaming. Tea is typically a hot beverage,” Erwin explained slowly, unsure how his speech led them to the discussion of his beverage.

“Never heard of hot tea. Tea’s rare, in the underground. And always cold, and grainy. But…a delicacy.” Levi’s tone had changed, the look in his eye showing some distant memory he was replaying over in his mind.

Seeing that Levi was far more captivated by the nostalgia inducing beverage, Erwin heaved a tired sigh and switched his style of approach.

“Well…It’s a delicacy we can afford in the Scouts, from time to time. If you brew it right, it’s neither grainy, cold, nor bitter. If you would allow me to give you a formal education, I could get you some.”

Finally, Levi met his eye. At first his eyes were narrowed with suspicion, then contemplation and curiosity. As he sat up straight in his chair, the creases evened out from his face and he nodded.

“Fine, I’ll endure your ideals of education. But I want a supply of this tea in return.”

Running a hand down his face with a muffled groan, Erwin relented.

“Yes, fine. I’ll speak with Commander about adding this expense into the Corps’s funds in exchange for your cooperation.”

Seeming to be satisfied, Levi stood from his chair and left the room, but not before shooting one last curious look over his shoulder at the cup resting untouched on the Captain’s desk.

As the door shut behind him, Erwin crossed his arms overtop his desk and rested his forehead against them, groaning in disbelief.

A well rehearsed speech gone to waste over a cup of tea. Who’d have thought he hadn’t yet seen it all in his years working under this profession?

[angstymarshmallow]

a line we’ve crossed (ethan ramsey x mc)

[a little note: a short fic right before bed. Once I started thinking about it, I knew I had to get the words out before they disappeared. This is a little bit different from that 30 diamond scene with Ethan last week. It’s roughly right after they sleep together and it’s kind of much similar format...except a little more angsty.  If you read it - thank you! If you leave a comment, bless you! ].

[words counted: 1287]

Their clothes are everywhere; scattered pieces around the room that were yanked and thrown hastily aside in a hurry to be free. Like layers of themselves, they have been stripped down and peeled away. And with so many layers gone, the weight of the outside world has shifted - almost disappearing in the passionate moments they’ve had to themselves. Except now lying naked and awake, Ethan stares at the ceiling for a moment, wondering if perhaps – he’s made another mistake.

In the moment – it meant everything. Her pleading eyes, the desperation in his own voice – admitting that things can be different now that he’s walked out of the hospital and never looked back. In the moment, where all he remembers was the softness of her skin pressed against his, her flushed cheeks, the loud cries of pleasure when he surged his hips roughly against hers; bracing her against the cool glass of his home – both wanting and needing release. In that moment, it was all he needed to keep him going and everything he hadn’t realized he wanted.

Now that his thoughts are solely in charge of themselves, with his eyes still affixed ahead and hands clenched tightly around the sheets which separates them – it terrifies him how much things will change. How much, they will change.

He tears his gaze away from the imperfections of the ceiling and drifts their attention with slowed precision to beside him. Apart of him knows he shouldn’t, but his last resistances had all but burned away hours ago. He watches the rise and fall of her supple chest, the only telltale sign of exhaustion and the slight movement just underneath her eyelids to confirm that she’s still fast asleep.

“What are you doing to me?” He says the words softly, careful not to disturb what little sleep she’ll have before her hearing. It isn’t like he’s helping, doing this – fighting the urge to cradle her to his chest and swearing to himself to never let her go. This isn’t helping at all. And like Naveen, he’ll destroy what’s let of her too.

He tenses at the thought, glancing anywhere except directly at her as sudden panic seized his chest. It’s weighing him down, and he’s desperate to forget the very notion with a drink. Without thinking, he’s already moving to get away, to place as much distance as he can between them. He shifts his weight in order to sit up in bed - only to jolt in slight surprise when he feels her hand gripping his arm.

“Ethan,” Sawyer mumbles softly.

His body goes rigid. “You’re okay,” the words don’t sound right – coming from his lips. They sound hallow and fake, something a doctor only admits to themselves when they’re alone; when they couldn’t save a patient’s life.

Her eyes flutter and open sleepily.

He avoids glancing at her for too long.

“What’s going…on?” There’s still sleep in her voice and a rustle in the sheets as she tries to pull him back to bed.

“Nothing.” His answer is quick and harsh; a defense mechanism he’s developed ages ago for people who pry too much. “Just go back to bed,” he offers, what he considers to be a smile but it seems to have little effect.

Suddenly, Sawyer is rubbing her eyes and sitting upright in bed to face him. “There’s something wrong, I can feel it.” She says the words softly, her hand curving around his arm as if to stop him from leaving.

She’s always had an uncanny ability to be emphatic – to tell when something is wrong even before someone says it, even before the person’s able to acknowledge it themselves. It throws him off-guard for a moment, before he shrugs candidly.

She senses things so quickly, it’s surprising that she hasn’t guessed how much he truly cares for her. Ethan releases a sigh, dragging a hand through the tousle of his hair. How does he explain his fear for her? For the future they’ve never talked about? “I need something to drink.” He says the words quickly, an excuse that has always served its purpose in the past.

Her steel in her eyes stay resolute in asking for more. They implore him without saying anything to stay.

“I know you’ve got a busy few days ahead of you,” He starts, maneuvering out of her grip. He looks for his pants first, feels her gaze follow his every motion as he spots them across the room. He doesn’t want to be impolite, throwing her out of his place is the last thing he really wants to do. What he wants more is to slip back in bed and slink into oblivion with her. Yet, the sane part of him knows their oblivion won’t last forever.

“That’s true,” Sawyer says slowly.

By the time he’s got his pants on, she’s on her feet – clutching the sheets around her like a shield. “But that doesn’t we can’t spend a little more time together.”

“It’s probably not for the best.” His words are clipped and he winces at how terrible they sound coming from his lips. “I mean, you’ve got a lot of residents to convince.”

“I’ve a fair share.”

She hasn’t moved yet. What is she waiting for?

“I want you to be there. At the hearing.”

He freezes. His mouth makes a small o, before he catches himself and frowns. “I can’t –” he stops short and curses – frustration ebbing away at the thought. He can’t be there right now, not after how he’s left things. Not when Naveen’s life is still at risk.

“Just, just hear me out okay?” Her lower lip quivers, and she hesitates as if she’s searching for the right words to say. “Ethan…your support would mean a lot to me.” She says it in a rush, clutching the sheet closer to her chest as her cheeks turn a rosy colour.

“Hutton,” Ethan wants to decline, he wants to tell her this won’t do her any favours.

“Please.” Her eyes are doing that thing again. They’re soft and they glisten as though they’ve turned into glass, too wet to withstand and not break. “It would mean everything to me if you were there…If you could just –” She takes a ragged breath, “be there for me.”

For a long time, Ethan stares silently at her. There’s no sound in the room, nothing except the sound of their own breaths – emphasizing the uncertainty with regards to their now precarious situation.

“Did you mean it?”

His brow creases. “Did I mean what?”

“What you said tonight. You’ve been thinking of this, of us.” She makes a gesture between them, “that I’ve been all you can think about and despite how much you’ve tried to stay away, how much you care –” she fumbles for a moment, cheeks darkening as she glances away. “Did you mean any of it Ethan?”

Ethan knows there’s no sense in lying; she’s smart enough to see a bold-face lie from a mile away. And what difference will it make now whether he does, or doesn’t? There’s already a line that’s been crossed, a line they can’t pretend and dance their way around.

Instead of answering right away, Ethan offers her the dress he’d been greedy to take off of her not too long ago. The cool satin distracts him from the disappointment in her eyes. Their fingers connect. He swallows a lump in his throat and steps quickly aside, the weight of her stare suddenly too much to bear. Before he’s able to inhale and linger on her scent, he’s already crossed the room, taking every ounce of willpower he still has left. He pauses by the door and whirls back to her.

There’s hurt there, flickering inside her eyes and making it hard for him to look away again. Clenching his jaw, Ethan nods brusquely and then mutters, “I’ll be there.” 

He doesn’t wait for her to respond. With hands slightly shaking, he reaches for the knob and breathes deeply - a sign that he has to get his emotions under control again. Although, as he closes the door of his room softly behind him - he knows he’s left a part of his heart in it.

-

tags: @courtesan-of-garage, @ecb-loves, @universallypizzataco

[the-modern-typewriter]

Your hero x villain is my weakness! I was wondering if you could write an injured hero x villain? Have a nice day!

"You're hurt."

"Is that a shock?" The hero raised their brow, one hand clutched to their side, as they squinted up at the villain looming in front of them.

The villain's expression was blotted out, shadowed, by the early morning sunshine.

"I don't think I've ever seen you hurt before," the villain mused. "Not in daylight, anyway. It feels somehow unnatural to see you during daylight."

"Are you here to finish the job?"

The hero had been fighting another of the city's criminal element - Deadly Dawn. She could use the powers of light like a physical weapon. So, yeah, the hero was hurt in daylight. In the process of limping home, actually, or they would be if they could get their legs to cooperate with them and haul them back out of the gutter.

The world was spinning rather a lot.

The villain's hand shot out, seizing a fistful of the hero's hair. It took a moment to realise that the villain was steadying them. Keeping them from pitching, crashing, crumpling to the street.

The hero leaned into the touch, however unconventional the kindness. They'd get up. In just a second, they'd get up. They closed their eyes.

"No," the villain said. "I'm here to help."

The hero laughed.

The villain didn't.

"Oh," the hero said, eyes snapping open. "You're not joking."

"Why would I joke about something like that?"

"Sadistic sense of humour?"

"Is that what you think of me?"

Well, no. It wasn't, actually, if the hero really thought about it. They tried not to think of the villain. Thinking too hard about the villain had always been a dangerous game.

They swallowed, and figured now was the time to try and do that whole getting up and standing up thing. The villain tugged, rather hard and actually disconcertingly helpfully, when the hero began to move, essentially dragging them up. Their hands dropped to brace the hero's shoulders as they wobbled on their injured leg.

The hero could see the villain's face now, without the sun in their eyes. They figured they should thank you. They stared at the villain instead. They'd never noticed how pretty the villain's eyes were; as grey as a quiet winter's morning.

"I feel like you're about to carry me by the scruff of my neck like a puppy."

"And I feel you may have concussion," the villain said, examining them in turn. "You're looking at me like I'm a stranger. Like you don't know what to do with me." A hint of a smile - or a smirk, or something like that - curled their lips.

"Mm," the hero said. "Must definitely be the concussion."

The villain was definitely smile-smirking. "Shame you're too tall to be a puppy."

"But cute enough, yeah?"

"Come on," the villain said, "where are we heading? Let's get you somewhere safe."

"Am I safe with you?"

The villain glanced at them, smile-smirk faltering. Something crossed their eyes. Something the hero couldn't read.

"Come on," the villain simply said again. "Let's get you home."

And they were safe.