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[thefanficmonster]

Love For The Faceless

Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.

Requested by anon, you know who you are 😉 Thank you so much for placing a request and hope this fic fulfills the expectations you have for it.

“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.

I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.

My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.

My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.

Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.” 

“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“

I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.

“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.

“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.

“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.

“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.

“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.

“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“

I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”

Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.

“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”

                                                          * * *

The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.

“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”

In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’

Rae’s POV

As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.

I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”

The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger! 

Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at. 

Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black. 

I think I know who it belongs to.

Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”

“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.

I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”

There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.

“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!

“Listen here you...“ 

“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.

I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.

“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“

I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”

“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“

“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.

My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me. 

“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.

“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.

“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.

He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.

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HOLY SHIT I FINALLY DID IT, Y’ALL! A COMPLETE MASTERLIST! All of my writings are laid out under the cut. XOXOXO!

Last updated: October 4, 2021 (refresh the masterlist)

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ADAM SACKLER - Girls (2012-2017)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Adam Sackler - (450 words)

an intro to Sackler in the jynzandtonic universe

The Show Must Go On - AO3 - (1.8k + 1.7k + 2k words)

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

switch!Sackler x switch!reader: “omg they were quarantined!” w/ anonymous webcam sex and edging

Cherry - (1.6k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 tba; it’s on the back burner!}

Daddy!Sackler x virgin!reader: reader has a daddy kink and innocence kink, initiates a pre-negotiated roleplay scenario for their first time sexual experience

Swiped - AO3 - audio - (1.2k + 1.3k + 2k words)

FULL FIC + AUDIO or {part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler x inexperienced/virgin!reader: “omg and they were roommates!” w/ idiots-to-lovers, instruction, dirty talk

Cake - (1k + 1.9k + ?) - to be continued!

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler asks what you want for your birthday. You ask for DAT BOOTY. Switch!Sackler x switch!reader pegging fic!

What to Expect - AO3 - (30k+) - WIP!

ch.1 - ch.2 - ch.3 - ch.4 - ch.5 - ch.6 - ch.7 - ch.8 - ch.9 - ch.10 - ch.11 - ch.12 - ch.13 - ch.14 - ch.15 (epilogue)

You decide to have a baby via donor, but your friend across the hall offers to help out the old-fashioned way. Preggo/Babyfic feat. Sackler!

Whole - AO3 - (500 words)

There are days when it feels like you just can’t get out of bed. There are days when you feel like you’re broken. But with Adam, you know you’re never really alone.

Ask Her - AO3 - audio - (5k words)

When you let it slip that you fooled around with your best friend back in the day, Sackler asks if you’d do it again. When you say you would, he can’t seem to let the idea of the three of you go. Maybe—just maybe—all you have to do is ask her.

Basic Instinct - AO3 - (25k)

ch.1 - ch. 2 - ch. 3 - ch. 4 - ch. 5 - ch. 6 - ch.7 - ch. 8

It’s a lucky coincidence—when you’re desperately searching for a new place, Adam Sackler has a room for rent. Plus, alphas and betas make great roommates, right? … Right?

- THOTS -

Losing your virginity to Sackler

Adam making you cum while out at dinner w/ his parents

Sackler fingerfucking you on a rollercoaster

Facefucking and spitting in your mouth

Sackler screeching for cuddles

Sackler finding ‘innocent’ virgin!reader’s vibrator

Feeling needy and giving Sackler a sloppy, lovey BJ

Sackler teaching anxious reader how to give him head

Sackler wanting to see your lipstick smeared on his cock

Shy reader pulling The Lip Bite (TM) on Adam

Temperature play w/ ice cubes

Shy reader turning passionate for Sackler

What are the odds: wearable vibe at work

You and Sackler jerking each other off at a movie theater

Fucking you so hard you forget you even met your ex

Soft dom!reader overstimulating sweet Sackler

Adam eating your pussy on a hike

Riding Sackler’s face to shut him the fuck up

Sweet, soft sex with Sackler in front of your ex

Soft, sleepy morning sex

Adam loving on your teeny tiny titties

Gremlin!Sackler fingering the fuck outta you

Shit-talking switch!Sackler feat. some bondage

Catching Sackler jerkin’ it and playing with his titties

Some very possessive dirty talk

Adam finding virgin!reader’s dildo

Sackler ‘helping’ busy student!reader unwind

Proud reader fucking Sackler backstage between shows

Sackler buys you your very first vibe

Sackler pulling up your sundress and fucking you in the park

Sleeping in *ahem* too small of a bed with roommate Sackler

Sex that sent you and Sackler to the ER

Sackler in a healthy, communicative relationship

Sackler comforting a reader far away from home

Sackler with asexual!reader

- SNACCS -

Random shit that Adam says in bed with you

Pregnancy kink with Adam Sackler

Sackler’s nicknames for reader

Daddy!Adam Sackler daydreams

Misc Sackler hcs: dirty talk, sex, exhibitionism, domestic fluff

Songs on my Sackler “bedroom playlist”

Comparing the temperature of your mouth and cunt

Sackler eating out nervous!reader for the first time

How Sackler gives kisses

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Making grumpy Sackler BEG FOR IT

Bashful Sackler hcs

On Adam’s chaotic!switch tendencies

NSFW Alphabet: Cum + Fave Position

On seeing a usually self conscious partner feel confident about their body

Adam Sackler loves love

Sexy HCs: cum, masturbation, oral, kinks, pussy-eating

CLYDE LOGAN - Logan Lucky (2017)

- FICS -

Meet the Boys: Clyde Logan

Maybe - AO3 - (1k words)

breeding kink/creampie WITHOUT the possibility/goal of reader becoming pregnant

Clyde gets ASMR - AO3 - (1k words)

Your sweet boy Clyde is the first guest on your ASMR channel. SFW fluff, can you believe it?!

Solstice - AO3 - (3k + 1.8k words)

{part 1} - {part 2}

It happens every Winter Solstice–you shift into a fox and wander the West Virginian woods for the longest night of the year. When you’re injured in an accident, the kind local bartender takes you into his care. Little does he know you’ll shift back into your human form come sunrise… without a shred of clothing on you.

The Plunge - AO3 - (3.4k words)

Clyde's not too hot on the idea of you swimmin' all by yourself at night, so it's up to you to convince him to join you for some moonlight skinny dipping.

In Vino Veritas - AO3 - (6.6k words)

In Vino Veritas — ‘In Wine, Truth.' You open up your very own wine bar, but one Boone County bartender isn’t particularly pleased about it. When a rift emerges between the two of you, will you find a way to mend it? And is there really “truth in wine?”

Eyes Wide Open - AO3 - (1.5k words)

It's all anonymous, and you're so hungry for a lover's touch. You'll never see him; he'll never know you. After an hour together, you'll part ways and never cross paths again. You couldn't find each other if you tried. As luck would have it, you might not need to.

- THOTS -

Rowdy fuckin’ with Clyde

Clyde comforting reader after a fight with a parent/other

Touch-starved, babbling, dirty-talking Clyde

Daddy!Clyde fucking bratty reader while decorating the xmas tree

Clyde getting riled up watching you do stretches

Mirror-fucking and dirty-talk with Clyde

Phone sex with Clyde

Teaching Clyde to dance

Making Clyde do a homemade facemask*

Clyde wants a baby for Christmas

Admiring and loving on Clyde’s soft cock

The first time Clyde made your cheeks go hot

Filthy fucking at Duck Tape with Clyde 

Clyde’s very first time eating pussy*

Crying on Clyde’s cock

Clyde making you cum seven times in a row (for luck, y’know)

Facesitting with Daddy!Clyde

Clyde fucking your ass at Duck Tape after seeing your plug

Leaving the big city and reassuring Clyde of your choice

Waking Clyde up with some slow head

Sweet n sensual mirror sex with Clyde

Clyde comforting you with slow lovemaking

Clyde comforting isolated reader

Sending/receiving nude pics with Clyde

Corrupting sweet sub!Clyde

- SNACCS -

Clyde comforting sad reader (gn)

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 1

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 2

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 3

Clyde with a lactation kink

Clyde taking care of you when you’re sick

Netflix and... cockwarming. oops

Riding Clyde’s cock. That’s it. That’s the post.

Marking his territory with creampies

Fantasizing about meeting Clyde at the bar

Clyde x SIZE KINK

Loving fussing over Clyde

High school Clyde (uwu)

Telling Clyde you want to have a baby

Clyde being protective of you

NSFW Alphabet: Oral + Jack Off

Clyde eating pussy

MORE Clyde and breeding kink

The first time you have sex with Clyde feat. SIZE KINK

Sexy HCs: creampies, pussy-eating, and pregnancy

FLIP ZIMMERMAN - Blackkklansman (2017)

- FICS -

Under the Stars - AO3 - (2.8k)

Flip Zimmerman’s always talking shit—even about the gear you’ve brought on your weekend camping trip. When the rain rolls in, will you help him out with a dry place to sleep?

Sweeter Than Honey (multichapter)- coming soon!

- THOTS -

Visiting Flip at the station to show him your new lipstick

Flip daring you to sit on a vibe for 20min (overstim)

Coming home to find you in lingerie + his flannel

Fucking you in the archives division and telling you to keep quiet

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Mirror sex in a dressing room

Breeding kink w/ Flip*

Your first time with Flip - part 1

Your first time with Flip - part 2

Fucking the brat out of you at a holiday party

Flip taking care of you after a long work day

Lovey-dovey drunk sex with Flip

Playing strip-poker with Flip

Slapping Flip (hint: it doesn’t go over well)

Flip spitting on your pussy

JUST how much Flip loves you

Slow lovemaking with Flip

- SNACCS -

Flip’s kinks, fave things to do in bed, and aftercare

Flip cheering you up after a bad day

Visiting Flip at the station in your skimpiest outfit

Flip being territorial over you in public

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Flip being charming and playful

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare, Goofy, Motivation, Stamina, Unfair

Gender-affirming lovin’ with Flip (transmasc!reader)

Semi-public sex and getting caught

On the subject of Flip’s balls

Growing old with Flip

OFFICER RONNIE PETERSON - The Dead Don’t Die (2018)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Ronnie Peterson - (1k words)

an intro to Ronnie in the jynzandtonic universe, in which the ending of The Dead Don’t Die is gleefully retconned

Holds Two Nicely - AO3 - (2k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 coming soon}

switch!Ronnie gets road head in the Smart Car, and reader’s gonna pay for pulling that type of shenanigans

This Is The Way - AO3 - (2.6k words)

STAR WARS ROLEPLAY SEX WITH MANDO!RONNIE

Bad Day - AO3 - (2k)

blowing off a bad day with some mutual masturbation + squirting

- THOTS -

Meet the Boys: Officer Ronnie Peterson

Hand kink w/ Ronnie’s giant paws

Deepthroating + dirty talk with sweet + spicy bby Ronnie

Rescuing Ronnie from the apocalypse and settling in the big city

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Handcuffing and domming Ronnie

Ronnie can’t keep his hands off you at the PD holiday party

Sitting on Ronnie’s face... HE LIKES IT.

Mando!Reader doms subby Ronnie

Cockwarming as a form of dominance with switch!Ronnie

DOUBLE PENETRATION with Ronnie + a Clone-A-Willy

Ronnie finding you half-naked in a Stormtrooper costume

Thigh-riding Ronnie at the station

Ronnie overstimulating you with a clit-sucker + cockwarming

Giving Ronnie head in the bathroom at a frat party

Ronnie spanking you after he has a rough day skiing

Make-up snuggling with Ronnie after a fight

Virgin!Ronnie x virgin!reader thots

Sending/receiving nudes with Ronnie

- SNACCS -

Fluffy/dirty HCs for nerdy boy Ronnie

What are Ronnie’s hugs like?

How Ronnie dresses when he’s not in uniform

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Ronnie Peterson Tummy Appreciation Post

NSFW Alphabet: Jack Off, Zzzzz, + Dirty Secret

CHARLIE BARBER - Marriage Story (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Charlie Barber - (550 words)

an intro to Charlie in the jynzandtonic universe, which occurs solely post-Marriage Story

Exit Stage Right - AO3 - (1k words)

Theater smut and a very protective, soft Daddy!Charlie

Special Spot - AO3 - (850 words)

Daddy!Charlie is stressed from work and asks you to play with his ass

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Lost and Found - AO3 - (4.6k words)

You’re an artist in New York City patiently waiting to find your soulmate. But what happens if your soulmate didn’t wait to find you?

- THOTS -

Desperate, touch-starved fucking with Charlie

Cockwarming in the theater with Charlie

Charlie buying sex toys for reader

Building IKEA furniture + drinking wine

How Kind of You to Let Me Cum: etiquette kink with Daddy!Charlie

Counting belt spankings for Daddy!Charlie

Charlie rubbing your clit on the subway

Daddy!Charlie feat. squirting kink

Charlie comforting you after a hard day

Christmas party cockwarming with Charlie

Thigh-riding Charlie in his office

Professor!Charlie Barber fucking you in the library stacks

Charlie and a little bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism

Teasing Charlie like a little brat

Charlie fucking nonbinary!reader senseless for looking too good

Sleepy morning head with Charlie + erogenous zones

Charlie punishing you with edging, spanking, and overstim

Wearing Charlie’s hand like a necklace + mirror sex

Late-night somnophilia with Charlie

Distracting Professor!Charlie during office hours

Getting messy making pancakes with Charlie

Cockwarming for Charlie during his zoom meetings

Charlie taking his frustration out on you + aftercare

Student/teacher cockwarming with Professor!Barber

Falling asleep after sex with Charlie

Soft breeding kink feels with Charlie

- SNACCS -

Misc Charlie hcs: nicknames, sex, aftercare, + more

Charlie sending you gorgeous NYC lingerie

d-d-d-d-DADDY KINK + more

NSFW Alphabet: Unfair - remote control vibe

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, Fave Position, Goofy, Stamina

Charlie teaching you your manners before a fancy date

Daddy!Charlie on erotic piercings

Threesomes with Charlie: Adam, Dan, + Toby

PHILLIP ALTMAN - This Is Where I Leave You (2014)

- FICS -

A Great American Pastime - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Edging bratty sub!Phillip

Phillip messing with you during Passover Seder

Sudsy shower sex with Altman

Altman fucking you in the pool during a family bbq

Making Philly cum in his pants at a house party

Phillip buying you a naughty present

Pegging bratty Phillip

Phillip degrading + facefucking you

Handcuffing Phillip and riding his face

- SNACCS -

Phillip + Sackler on the BDSM test

NSFW Alphabet: Goofy, Motivation, Unfair, Volume

Spending Hanukkah with Phillip

Sending/receiving nude pics with Phillip

DAN JONES (au context) - The Report (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Dan Jones - (550 words)

an intro to Dan in the jynzandtonic universe, in which he is still a Senate staffer and the lead investigator for the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence; this is not RPF

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Long Day - AO3 - (2.7k words)

DOM!Dan Jones!

Consumed by his work for the Senate Intelligence Committee, Dan comes home to you tense and exhausted, desperate for an outlet for his stress. Lucky for him, his little dove always knows just what he needs.

Professor!Dan Jones AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Sensual phone sex with Dan

Subby!Dan with assistant!reader

Riding the fuck out of Dan in his office chair (drabble)

Disciplining Dan when he’s misbehaved

Semi-public sex with riled-up Daniel

Dan begging you to swallow his cum*

Surprising Dan with head when he comes home from work

- SNACCS -

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Dan with a shy!reader

Aftercare with Dan

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, + Toys

TOBY GRISONI (GRUMMET) - The Man Who Killed Don Quixote (2016)

- FICS -

You Can, You Shall, You Must (multichapter) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Distracting Toby mid-film by being a brat 

Toby eating your pussy on the train + getting caught

- SNACCS -

Misc Toby HCs: fucking, protectiveness, aesthetics

Misc Toby HCs: thigh-riding, hair-braiding, polaroids

NSFW Alphabet: Kinks + WILDCARDS

Toby mustache HCs

RICK SMOLAN (au context) - Tracks (2013)

- FICS -

Meet Me in Moab (Vanlife!Rick AU) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Watching sub!Rick jerk himself off for you

Rick shooting outdoor lingerie photos

Fucking a very touch-starved Rick

Making Rick cum in his pants

Rick worshipping readers phat titties

- SNACCS -

Roadtripping with Rick

Rick tickling and teasing your pussy

PAUL SEVIER - Midnight Special (2015)

- FICS -

Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Praise kink with sweet Sevvy

Catching feelings for Sugar Daddy!Sevier

Sugar Daddy!Sevier comforting you during hard times

Paul spanking you with his file folders

Giving Sevvy head so good he cries

Overstimulating sub!Sevier

Somnophilia with Sevier

-SNACCS-

Sevier comforting sad reader

ALL OF THE BOYS

DOM/SUB x LAWFUL-NEUTRAL-CHAOTIC Chart

- THOTS -

Dirty texts from all of the boys

How the boys feel about stretch marks

Cute lil’ domestic arguments with Clyde, Ronnie, Charlie, Dan, + Flip

The boys with pregnant!reader

The boys on hickies and love-bites

The boys on period sex

Loving on fat!reader

Sunday morning snuggles and ~shagging~

How the boys would ask you to move in with them

The boys with a nonbinary!reader (they/them)

How the boys would spend a snow-day with you

- SNACCS -

The boys on thicc thighs

Dominant/submissive x LNC chart for the boys

Charlie + Ronnie comforting sad reader

~Soft~ hcs for Flip, Dan, Sevier, Ronnie, + Phillip

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 1

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 2

TRUTH OR DARE with Charlie, Phillip, Ronnie, + Dan

Top three boys with a breeding kink

The boys on the BDSM test

Flip, Daddy!Charlie, Clyde, + Sackler on being called ‘himbos’

A lil’ bit of clit worship

Sweet + spicy hcs with Clyde + Sackler

Sweet + spicy hcs with Flip + Ronnie

What kind of porn the boys watch/read

Falling asleep and waking up with you

What to do to get the boys weak for you

Must-have songs on their “bedroom playlists”

How kinky do the boys get + fave positions

How the boys rate in the exhibitionist category

The boys taking care of you when you’re sick

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare with Sackler + Charlie

NSFW Alphabet: WILDCARD

NSFW Alphabet: Experience

NSFW Alphabet: Dirty Secret

NSFW Alphabet: Location

NSFW Alphabet: No

The boys with a transman (transmasc!reader)

What the boys sound like before they cum

On finding out you’re bisexual

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Toby, Dan, + Rick

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Charlie, Clyde, Flip, + Ronnie

How the boys give hugs

What the boys prefer to fuck

Reverse cowgirling Charlie, Dan, Sackler, + Clyde

What alcohol the boys like to drink

A few New Year’s Resolutions

How the boys feel about verbal debasement/degradation kink

Size kink with Flip, Ronnie, + Clyde

Favorite rewards for The Subby Boys (TM)

Romantic nights with Flip, Charlie, + Clyde

Reactions to participating in skin-care pamering night

On dating a reader who does camming

The Babie-Daddy-Gremlin Triangle

The boys helping you when you’re overwhelmed with work

WHICH OF THE BOYS...

Would be most likely to roleplay Mulder/Scully with you

Is most likely to cum on you vs. cum in you

Likes to be called “Sir” (for scientific purposes)

Has the biggest dick - part 1 

Has the biggest dick - part 2 (NSFW Alphabet)

Has the best cock

Prefer showers or baths

Is the dirtiest and softest

Give the best back scratches when tucking you in

Wear speedos vs. trunks

Want to bring snacks to sexytime (food kink)

Is an ass man vs. a boobs man

Would be into having a threesome, and what kind

Would want to have children*

Is the best at eating you out

Has the heaviest balls feat. @clydesducktape​

Love facials the most

Is most likely to eat ass

Do I ship with each other + threesome ideas : paul x rick threesome, flip x phillip

Like to dole out orgasm denial/edging

Is the cuddliest

Is most likely to fuck the bratty attitude out of you

Has an edging kink

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MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN

- FICS -

The Dungeon Master - AO3 - (1.7k words + 1.9k)

{part 1} - {part 2}

Matt plays D&D on Thursday nights, and you decide to interrupt him for a good dicking. You get more than you bargained for.

CHAOTIC DOM!Matt

-THOTS + SNACCS -

HCs: Matt the Radar Tech, Cameron the Actor, + Mr. Ketchup

HCs: very NSFW chaotic-dom!Matt the Radar Tech things

Matt the Radar Technician’s pet chinchilla, Greg by @rollerdiscodiva​

How you got together with Matt + misc HCs

A few Matt x chubby!reader HCs

Feral Matt the Radar Tech being... sweet??

What Matt’s cock is like

Feral Matt being a little sweet after sex

Crumbs on soft!Matt

Surprising Matt with some DnD cosplay sex

Matt + first-time somnophilia

Matt congratulating you for acing a test the way he knows best

Trying to give Matt a slow, sweet blowjob

Keeping grumpy Matty up late with some deepthroating

Sweet Matt buying you succulents

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SNL BOYS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Wearing Christmas Lingerie while Daddy McTavish tries to work on Zoom

Your first Christmas with Mr. McTavish and Mr. Pennyham (Sleepover Dad)

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KYLO/BEN SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Kylo’s guilty pleasures

Kylo fucking his hand in the refresher

How Kylo/Ben shows everyone you belong to him

Sub!Kylo begging you to let him cum

Tending to each other’s wounds after defeating Snoke’s guard

Dom!Kylo fucking your throat

Kylo/Ben and possessive behavior

Kylo and pregnant reader snaccs

Rough, post-battle sex with Kylo

Tending to Smuggler!Ben’s wounds (Mando!Reader)

Sucking Kylo’s cock in the refresher

Cockwarming in the throne room

Kylo watching you kick ass in training

Sparring with Kylo till he fucks you senseless

Daddy!Kylo Ren overstimming and spanking your pussy

Kylo/Ben taking care of you after a hard mh day

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SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

A full month of kinky prompts with all your favorite boys!

Love Letters from The Boys

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KINKS/TROPES - (will be expanded)

-additionally, all of these are tags that can be blocked 🖤-

daddy kink

hurt/comfort

virginity kink / innocence kink

pregnancy kink

breeding kink

size kink

fluff

body positivity

light verbal degradation / degradation kink

light bondage / bondage

light exhibitionism / exhibitionism / voyeurism

semi-public sex

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[kikyan]

Yandere Tamaki Amajiki Headcanons

These are my interpretations of his persona and none of these are 100% accurate. I don't condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional. Yandere Discord link at the bottom (check 100 followers post for more information on it!) 

When it comes to Tamaki, I like to think that there are two sides to him. At a glance, I see Tamaki as a shy anxious individual who is only concerned for looking after you from a distance and then one who is madly in love with his S/O and wants to be involved in his S/O’s life. The yandere type that I see him as would be Obsessive, Manipulative, Overprotective, Possessive, and Stalker. This is a lot so let’s break it down! 

Stalker.  Tamaki would be much too scared to face his S/o right off the bat without Mirio or Nejire close around him to assist him or boost him up. For that reason I think that he would rather glance at them from afar, thinking of it as their own personal connection with his S/O. He would feel way much safer from afar, taking in all the information that he can about his S/O. It doesn’t take that much to make him fall for his S/O. Be kind to him and don’t judge him harshly and he will fall instantly for his S/O. Hopefully one day he will have enough courage to express his feelings to his S/O, but in the meantime he rather stay in the shadows and observe. 

Obsessive. It’s honestly a huge thing and like I said before, it’s his personal connection to his S/O. Knowing everything about them is a must because it will make it much easier to communicate with his S/O when he has the courage. It makes a relationship run smoother when he knows everything because he is one to overthink things and it helps having a plan ahead on what to do with his S/O. The main focus is the connection, because he feels connected to his S/O, it makes it feel like he is with them or close to them based on his knowledge. 

Overprotective. He would be quite overprotective of his S/O. With his stalking he might be able to shyly follow them home to ensure that they get there safely or when they are out in public to ensure that nothing or on one hurts them. He is part of the big three and not only that, he shows promise in being a pro-hero, his S/O may be in trouble because of it. I think that even as pros, he and his friends (Mirio and Nejire) would be close and he wouldn’t deny them seeing his S/O until he knows that they won’t be a threat or steal them from him. He would probably ask them to  monitor you as well if he can’t, but his feelings are there. He cares so much about his S/O that he can’t bear to see them upset or in danger, he wants to comfort them. 

Possessive. Very possessive, especially if you talked to him first or were around him. He loves his S/O but he sometimes thinks he isn’t worth their love or loving them, but he also doesn’t think anyone else is worth them either. Think of it like going to the store and hiding something in a place you know to come back later or buying something that isn’t your size but wanting the last one, it’s like that. This is where he would have short bursts of confidence but he would irrationally plan. In one instance he doesn’t want his S/O to leave him or go so he would definitely do what he can to keep them with him and in some cases he may even hurt others to avoid them getting close to his S/O, but I see this with villains or people with bad intentions. 

Manipulative. At first glance he wouldn’t intentionally be, he may make some side comments here and there that would lead his S/O feeling upset and attempt to get closer to console him. Once he sees this as an effective way to get his S/O closer to him, he will definitely try it more often intentionally to see how they might react. Guilt-tripping or pitying himself because he knows that his S/O can’t help but feel their heart waver when he starts degrading himself. 

Tamaki isn’t as dangerous as some may think, yes he has a strong quirk and he would definitely inflict a lot of damage if he wanted to but I think he wants the relationship that is built on trust and respect more than fear and dishonesty. Which is why he would never harm his S/O, he just wants their love in return. So to summarize, he loves his S/O very much and wants the best, but he also wants to be involved in their life with or without their knowledge. Ensuring that his S/O get’s home safely, that his S/O isn’t in harm's way. That no one thinks about going near his S/O because while he may not be ready to talk to them just yet he certainly is ready to protect them.

DISCORD LINK: https://discord.gg/ZMCfGCeN

[arofili]

how’d u get into writing? like, writing fic and being part of the silm community, being Known, that stuff? i’m really new to being a silm cc and i’d love to know ur advice! also: how’d u build up the confidence to start posting meta/hcs? bc i have a Lot of hcs and meta ideas but also i’m really anxious abt posting them bc yknow anxiety is like that

these are some great questions, anon! I’m gonna go through them one by one :)

how’d u get into writing?

not to be like, super cliche, but I’ve...kind of always been a writer? as long as I can remember I’ve been telling stories, and when I was too young to read or write I would dictate them to my mom, who would type them up for me and help me choose clipart illustrations to accompany them. when I got old enough I would always be writing; I attempted my first novel at age 9, and while that never really went anywhere I did finish the darn thing and it had some pretty sophisticated plot twists for a 9-year-old!

like, writing fic

around the same time I got into fandom! I was deep into Warrior cats (like. really deep) and I believe I started writing my first fics when I was like? 10 or 11? my memory is kind of fuzzy on the order of things, but I know I got an account on the Warriors forums when I was 9, and that I was already posting my fic there when I made my FFN account. I believe I was 12 when that happened, but who knows. I haven’t the faintest idea of what happened with those forums, but uhhh pretty much all of my Warriors fic is still up on FFN lmao. you could probably find that if you want to but um...maybe don’t?

my first Big Fic was a self-insert of...my entire 5th/6th grade class into the then-current timeline of the Warriors books...well. I honestly think that might still be my most popular fic of all time l m a o though I try not to think about it because Hashtag Cringe. though as much as I look back on that time with a “yikes,” I am very grateful for the Warriors fandom in a way? that place was so accepting and encouraging of OCs, of AUs, of completely disregarding canon, of worldbuilding that is completely alien from canon - it was a fantastic sandbox to begin with, there were so many ways to write stories and practically all of them were accepted and had fellow fans invested in them!

and being part of the silm community, 

soooo I wrote Warriors fic until my freshman year of high school (wow sdjfhkdsjfh), which was when BOTFA came out, and I was absolutely wrecked by the ending and immediately started writing my own fixit fic. I was also super hooked on Kiliel! so that was my intro to the Tolkien fandom; and simultaneously, I joined tumblr, and, well, the rest is history tbh.

I honestly do not remember when I first read the Silm, but I kind of got into the more obscure parts of the Tolkien fandom through fandom osmosis, and I do have a vague memory of doodling the Finwean family tree in geometry class so it might have been later on in freshman year? that was also the same time I was having my Queer Awakening, and Russingon definitely contributed to me unlearning my internalized queerphobia, so probably around then.

anyway - queer awakening, tumblr, Tolkien, transitioning from FFN to AO3 - all of that was happening around the same time. I know I dipped my toes in the Silm fandom then, but I was still primarily a Hobbit fic writer focusing on Kiliel. toward the end of high school I kind of shifted to LOTR and (qp) Gigolas...but somehow the Silm fandom is the most active of the Big Three within the Tolkien fandom, and I was getting dragged further and further in.

it wasn’t until @backtomiddleearthmonth 2019, my freshman year of college, that I really dove into writing Silm fic! I picked some Silm-specific bingo cards and never looked back :D that was really not all that long ago but I am obsessed in a way I don’t really remember being even with TH/LOTR, I obviously cannot see the future but I anticipate hanging out here for a long time. the Silm fandom is great overall and there’s just so much material to work with!! <3

being Known, that stuff?

so I don’t really have a whole lot of context on how “well known” I am in the fandom?? definitely within the past year and a half or so I’ve noticed that I like, get asks like this, and get a significant amount of notes on my posts, and I’ve made a lot of fandom friends especially since I joined some Silm servers on Discord (hmu if you want invites; I’m on the SWG server and 2 general Silm servers and the Russingon server) this past year. and I have 3,000 followers as of this month - and while ever since I hit 1k I don’t particularly pay attention to my follower count I can definitely say that I have more engagement now than I used to! but it took me a long time to build this “audience,” I suppose; I’ve been around the Tolkien fandom since late 2014, so nearly 6 years of this, lol.

really the best way to build a following, in my experience, is to just post a lot of stuff. when I started making edits I got a lot more engagement, because for a long time I would post one every day! (I made them in batches and queued them; I didn’t actually make one every day lol...and now I’m too busy to do that, so I just make edits for events and whenever I feel like it) And I have [checks ao3] 145 works in the Silm fandom as of today - I’m fairly prolific! I’ve come to generally expect 3-10 comments on most of my oneshots, which is a lot more than I used to have back in the day. consistency and quantity are more likely to attract people to your work - and quality, of course.

also: how’d u build up the confidence to start posting meta/hcs?

I’ve been writing since I was very young, and I’ve been writing fic for like...11 years? I think? in that time I’ve produced a lot of garbage, but imo most of that was in my Warrior cats phase, so I came into the Tolkien fandom with confidence in myself and my writing. I’m also working on original fiction on the side (I hope to eventually become a published fantasy author, but right now school takes up most of my time that I don’t devote to fandom, which gives me more immediate gratification and also is just Very Fun) and I know I’m a good writer.

basically, I’ve been doing this for like...half my life, and I’m still fairly young, so I’ve had time to build up my skill and confidence and I know I’m only going to get better with time. you will get better with practice. like I said, I’ve written a lot of terrible stuff, and it’s only through sucking for a long time that I’ve gotten to the point I am now. and I am far from perfect; I know I still have lots of room to grow!

for meta and headcanons specifically, I started with writing fic, and then when I didn’t think I could stretch something into an entire fic I would just make a hc post. I have a vivid memory of writing my first meta in a notebook during driver’s ed because it was so goddamn boring and I had Thoughts about Tauriel and Thranduil!

in my experience, meta comes from having Opinions and wanting to share them and most importantly to back them up - you need to have sources! you need to have reasons! you need to have justification! otherwise it’s not meta, it’s a headcanon or an AU. which is fine!! I love hc/AU!!! but they are not the same as meta, and I’m a stickler for being accurate when it comes to meta. if you have sources and shit to back you up, that will help you build the confidence to share your meta.

sharing disinformation and passing it off as meta instead of just coming out and saying this is a headcanon/baseless theory/AU or whatever is such a fandom pet peeve of mine; it’s not bad for something to not be Accurate! you just have to have that disclaimer - and even when you’re writing meta, you’re offering an interpretation of the text, and you need to acknowledge that other interpretations also exist and are valid.

um. I hope this answers your questions? and sorry for basically word-vomiting my entire life story, lol. this post got long; the main reason I’ve written so much fic is because I really just cannot shut up for the life of me. sooo if you can tear of that filter of being shy and just. say shit. you can go so far~!

OH and one more thing - I can’t believe I almost forgot this - but part of being a writer is participating in the community. this is code for LEAVE A DAMN COMMENT IF YOU LIKE A FIC. that’s how I made most of my fandom friends before Discord! I follow @ao3feed-silmarillion and stalk that blog for new Silm fics; I read the ones that interest me and comment on them.

I know this is not really the most common way for folks to find fic but it’s so rewarding to interact with new fic, new writers, new commentors, new stories - you can find gems that don’t rise to the top of the kudos/bookmark lists; you become friends with your fellow writers; you can watch people grow and change; you support smaller content creators. yeah, you might not be getting Just The Best Stuff, but it’s so so so worth it!!

and if you make friends in the comment section of other people’s fic - I guarantee you some of them will go to your AO3 profile and check out your fic, too! and they’ll leave comments! this is a fic community, and that’s what I cherish about fandom most of all, tbh.

anyway - again - sorry for rambling so much, but I hoped this helped! feel free to send in another ask, or to come talk to me off anon if you’d like! and definitely send me your stuff if/when you decide to share it; I would love to support you!!! <3

[claudiafernandez96]

the lockup || claudia & allister

Discord thread featuring: claudia & @allisterjacksonn

When: feb 15th, 2020

Mentions: -

Description: allister decides to lock claudia in her room for several days to get her clean.

TW: addiciton

Claudia.

Claudia stormed into Al's apartment like she usually did. He'd texted her to come over for dinner since he'd made tacos, something he knew what one of her favorite meals. She sat right down on the couch when she walked in, all ready to devour the food he'd made. "I'm here, Al!" She called out. The last time they'd seen each other was at Venus a couple of days ago where she had been an absolute mess. Claudia had been waking up every morning and doing a line or two. She wasn't getting fucked up exactly , but honestly felt like she had to do a line to even get out of bed. She knew it was bad, but she had too much on the line right now to worry about that now. In fact, as soon as she was done with dinner here, she had to go right back home to finish an assignment that was due tonight at midnight.

Allister.

“Hey.” Al walked in when he heard his friend’s voice, already feeling a heavy burden of dread as reality set in. Claudia was going to be extremely pissed at him most likely, but he was worried about his friend, and really had no idea what else to do other than insert himself into the situation. At least he actually had food, and planned on letting her ear before bombarding her with reality. He brought in everything they needed for tacos, looking every bit as nervous as he felt as he sat it all down on the table. “How’re you today?” Yeah, small talk. Small talk was good.

Claudia.

Claudia could tell that there was something in the air - that something was bothering Allister, but she didn't know what. She didn't really bother to ask either, but the piping hot tacos that Allister had made were being served to her like she was royalty. "Wow, I'm so lucky to have a best friend like you." She mused, immediately digging into the food without a second glance. "I'm good. Stressed about school though. I have an assignment due later that I finish when I leave here." She paused. "Something bothering you, man?" She asked as she loaded her veggie taco with sour cream and cheese. How Claudia managed to stay so fit will always be a mystery to her.

Allister.

Allister felt painstakingly guilty when Claudia said she was lucky to have a best friend like him, because she was about to fucking hate him probably, but like. It was because he was her best friend that he was doing this in the first place. He’d never had anyone as close to him as Claudia, and he didn’t want to lose her. He blew out a sigh when she asked if something was bothering him, really not wanting to bring this up while she was eating. “I mean. I dunno...” he trailed off, getting caught between being shy, and sucking at lying. God it was such a shit way to be. He raised a hand to rub at the back of his neck while he mulled over his own thoughts, and then decided to just relax, and make a fucking taco. “Life has just been annoying lately, I guess.”

Claudia.

Claudia was truly unsure what the hell this man was talking about. Life had been annoying, but she wasn't sure what was going on insider of his head or what he was going through. He knew things like that were hard for him to talk about, so she didn't press. "Okay...well...you can talk to me about it if you want, but no pressure." She told him, before taking a huge bite of her taco. She watched a huge glop of sour cream fall from the bottom and onto the plate. "damn..." She mumbled to herself.

Allister.

Allister was an anxious mess. He’d never done anything like this before, and he wasn’t quite sure how to properly go about an intervention. But, clearly Claudia wasn’t fooled by his demeanor, and he wasn’t going to be able to put up this act through their entire meal. “I’m worried about you. The drugs...” he started, glancing across the table at her with concern in his eyes. “I know it’s technically none of your business, but I love you, and I feel like I’d be a shit friend if I didn’t say something.”

Claudia.

Claudia actually stopped chewing her food and set her plate aside when Allister mention her drug habit. Her heart dropped to her stomach. The artist didn’t know whether to be angry or nervous about this conversation. She was sick and tired of it. Mostly because she knew she had to fix it, and that she was going to kill herself if she didn’t. But she didn’t need people pointing that out to her all the time. She leaned back on the couch and sat there silently, unsure of what to say next. Because what could she say really? She knew Allister was worried, and it was valid too. She was a mess.

Allister.

Allister’s shoulders sank when Claudia reacted the way she did, kicking himself for not waiting at least until after she ate to tell her what he was thinking. But, what was done was done. “I’m sorry. I don’t wanna upset you, I just wanna help. I’d never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you and I didn’t try to do anything to help. You’d do the same for me.” He added on, hoping maybe she would try and see his side if he could word this correctly. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

Claudia.

Claudia was confused to say the least. What could she possibly be mad about? Sure, she wasn’t thrilled about this but Allister certainly hadn’t done anything wrong. He was just expressing concern. Right? Claudia set her plate down and stood up, choosing to lean against the wall to put some physical space between them. “Why would I be mad at you? Did you do something?” She asked. Now she was concerned that there was something going on that she didn’t know about.

Allister.

“No.” he looked hesitant at his answer, because technically, he hadn’t done anything. Yet. “I just. Are you willing to try and quit?” He watched her as she seemed to kind of withdraw from him, as if she could tell he was ready to do what he had to do to make sure she was going to come off of this shit. “I can sweep your apartment for you, make sure all of it’s gone.” He might as well clear the table, it was apparent that no one one else was going to be enjoying anymore tacos right now.

Claudia. 

The artist shook her head. “No. I’m not trying to quit yet. And no. You don’t need to clean out my apartment.” This was something that she wasn’t ready for. Not prepared for. If she stopped doing drugs now, she’d get sick. So sick that she knew she wouldn’t be able to finish school this semester. It was a big life change that she didn’t have the time or energy to do. Not to mention, she was scared. She was scared of the unknown. Drugs  and sex were the only coping mechanisms she knew. They were crutches and she wasn’t sure what would happen to her without one. “Are you done? I’m going to go finish my homework.” She sighed and got off to wall to start putting her shoes on.

Allister.

Allister let out a heavy sigh when Claudia said exactly what he knew she would. He’d known from the second she walked through that door what he was gonna have to do, he just hated to actually accept that fact and take action. As soon as she had her shoes on, the bartender was across the room, and hoisting his friend over his shoulder. What was he doing? Good question. He’d never really done anything like this before, and now he was carrying his best friend back to her apartment, and locking her in her bedroom like this was something he did often. “I’m sorry Claudia. I have to do this for your own good.” He apologized through the door, ready to scout her apartment for drugs and hoping Claudia didn’t end up killing him for this when it was all over.

Claudia.

Claudia let out a big screeched when her best friend picked her up and put her over his shoulder. She immediately knew she was absolutely fucked. "Allister!!! What the fuck! Put me down!!!" She demanded, screaming at him all the way to her bedroom. How did he....? How was her door locked like this. "Allister Jackson!!!" She banged on the door hard enough to hurt her own hand. She started panicking. This wasn't happening. "Allister! Please. I'm going to get sick....I'm...not ready. Open the door!" She begged, jiggling the door handle like it was going to do her any good. "Al." She started crying. "Don't do this! I will never forgive you!"

Allister.

Al knew he was probably gonna regret this as soon as Claudia reacted to what he was doing, but it wasn’t something he really felt like he had a choice in. If he wanted his best friend to survive, he was going to have to do things that neither of them wanted to do. “I’m sorry. I’m doing this because I love you.” He managed to say with his eyes closed, hand against the door while Claudia yelled and cried on the other end. He didn’t want to do this any more than she did, but he knew if she could just get through the hard part, things would get easier. His next goal was to find anything she may have hidden in the apartment, and get rid of it. Claudia may end up hating him for this, but he’d hate himself if something happened to her and he didn’t at least try to help.

[emptymasks]

Hey! I'd love to hear more about your poto OC! Feel free to take me at @opeletmejustdraw. Very excited for Armand and Lizzy to be buddies

Thank you so much for asking about him!!!

Some facts about Armand Dubois:

24. Half-French, half-English. 5’7”. Can speak both French and English. Tired of getting called short.

Costume designer and sewist.

Sleep? Don’t know her.

Trans-man. Binders didn’t exist back then and he’s not going to bind unsafely (not that there was any safe way to bind) so he wears a stay (corset) under his shirt and has a small enough chest that it works in looking like a flat chest. No one knows Armand is trans, apart from Erik because he’s a creepy stalker man who caught Armand without his shirt on one day and saw the stay he wears underneath. (Armand was working late and alone in the workshop and thought it would be fine to take off the stay so he’d be a little more comfortable.)

Introverted and shy. Finds it hard to instigate conversations, but if someone else comes up and starts talking to him he’ll start to open up more, especially if they get him talking about his work.

Has severe eczema and normally wears long sleeves and high collars to cover up his skin so others can’t see how badly his skin is affected by it. Becomes instantly agitated and anxious if someone sees any of the affected skin and asks about it. He hates how his skin looks. (Because why not so full self-insert and give him my pain too right.)

Originally a ballet dancer. He quit after deciding to life his life as a man and started living under a different name. He still loved the ballet and opera, and always had a love for costumes. He’d been sewing since he was a child, making his own clothes for year, and had previously helped out a family member in their tailor’s shop. He worked in the costume department for a while before his drawings and designs got noticed and he was hired as a designer. Designing and making the ballet costumes, practically those for the men, is his favourite thing to do.

Too often he stays up late working on costumes after everyone has gone home because he wanted to add more detail or got another idea or just thinks he needs to work harder because he’s an insecure perfectionist, or sometimes the ghost’s antics cause costumes to get ripped or go missing and he has to last minute fix it or sew a new one. The managers sort of take advantage of this. Do not even talk to him about when Carlotta quit and he had to make all the costumes again so they’d fit Christine for the next evening because they didn’t want to postpone the show. At least he had the idea to only make the skirt for the ‘Think of Me’ costume and keep her existing bodice because skirts are the quickest thing to make. Perfectly fitted bodices? Not so much.

Doesn’t talk about his family. They wouldn’t be okay with him being trans and he hasn’t told them. He wasn’t very close to his family anyway. His parents died when he was young and he was raised by his uncle who was disinterested in him. His uncle wasn’t bothered about him moving to Paris on his own and Armand writes to him once a year at Christmas. Basically just to let him know he hasn’t died yet.

Sometimes gives the ballet dancers advice when Madam Giry isn’t looking. Everyone knows Armand used to be a dancer. Sometimes Armand gets a pang of jealously when watching the male dancers as he used to wish he’d be allowed to dance those parts. But really he gets along well with the dancers and in particular has a little friendship with the male principal dancer.

Very awkward with children. He tries his best but he has no idea what to do when there’s a child there just panics. He has to stop himself from saying his usual tired, self-deprecating humour.

Loves classical music, in particular Tchaikovsky’s scores for the Swan Lake and Sleeping Beauty ballets. With phonographs only just being invented, the only way Armand can listen to the music is to play it himself. When he used to be a ballet dancer he convinced the conductor, who was one of the few good adult figures he had in his early life, to let him borrow the spare conductor’s copy of the score. He then spent every evening, after a full day of dance practice and shows, writing out his own copy by hand (of his favourite pieces since if he’d done the entire score it would have taken forever since there’s almost 300 pages) so he could play them on his piano.

Terrible at sticking up for himself, but if someone talks shit on anyone else than protective-ArmandTM is activated.

Might have a crush on the opera house’s resident ghost because he’s a lonely boy who’s too into gothic romance novels. (I can imagine that’s much to Liz’s confusion). Look, I didn’t say he was smart and made good choices, and it’s not as though he’s had any romantic relationships or any good familial relationships so who knows if he knows what a proper relationship looks like. He just maybe falls for any man who doesn’t treat him like dirt and has either a pretty face or a pretty voice. He’s a gay disaster. To be honest he most likely has a bit of a crush on Raoul.

He’s scared of rats. If he saw one scuttling around on the floor he would immediately, without thinking, pull his feet up onto his stool. He doesn’t know why he’s scared of them, just catching them moving out of the corner of his eye gets his heart racing. It’s fairly easy to make him jump. Erik’s probably going to give this poor boy a heart attack without even meaning to.

Wants boyfriend?? Normally he knows when he’s crushing on someone but somehow it doesn’t click when the male principal dancer at the ballet starts trying to make friends with him that he’s getting a crush but then oh no it hits him suddenly like a train. Now he blushes and gets flustered all the time. The dancer (who I’m basing of Sergei Polunin in the 25th anniversary because I freaked out when I recognised him because he’s one of my favourite dancers, I’d just bought the Royal Ballet’s Alice in Wonderland 2011 DVD with him as the male lead and loved him in it) knows Armand used to be a dancer, as they all do, but didn’t know Armand still practices to keep in shape and also because he loved dancing and is sad sometimes he gave it up. So what if he walks in the studio in the evening and Armand is practising and the dancer (who needs a name so I can stop calling him ‘principal male dancer’) compliments Armand and notices he’s out of practice and before Armand knows it the dancer is behind him and touching his hands and correcting his arm position and oh no.

Oh boy... by making Armand have a big crush on the principal male lead dancer I just realised that means Armand had a moment while designing his costume for Hannibal that he chose for to have no shirt. I mean, there's one other male dancer that is also shirtless, but still... either it was his own idea that he was convinced was purely because I made sense that character wouldn't wear a shirt, or it was someone’s suggestion (possibly to mess with him if they knew about the crush) and Armand was just dying inside as he was designing it and making sure the fit was right once it was finished. “Hey Armand, we’re going to paint his body to make him look more tan, do you want to see?” “NoOo I’M sUrE hE looKs fINe!”

I have even more (as you’ll know if you’re in the poto oc discord) but I don’t want to make this post too long... it’s probably already too long

[punoy]

Blood of the dragons: A post-canon concept.

Lucina wanders the globe acting once again as a symbol of hope. Morgan desperately searches for a way to reunite their family. Marc is hiding they key to potential disaster.

This is just some musings I had thinking about what life could be like after the events of Awakening specifically for the children of Chrom and Robin. I don’t believe this is what likely what happens after canon, just concepts I found fun to play around with. This is a clean up of an exchange I had over discord, so it’s still a bit of a mess in terms of structure, but hopefully still comprehensible! It’s not really a fic, so I’m not too worried about the flow.

※ Chrom/m!Robin. This could really be for either, but it was written for the intent of m!Robin and as such will reflect in the pronouns. Marc is female!Morgan while Morgan is male!Morgan. They were both found at the same time and both have amnesia. In this timeline, Chrom and Robin only have Lucina. The first part is more Lucina-centric while the second part is more Marc/Morgan-centric.

Now that’s out of the way, let’s go.

Side: Lucina

Lucina doesn’t stay long after Robin disappears. She sticks around and tries to help stabilize Ylisse and to help the communities affected by the influence of Grima. To be by her father’s side helping the people she failed in her own timeline is one of the most treasured experiences she has. But that’s just it. She failed them in her timeline. And now that everything is returning to normal, she feels more out of place than ever. Walking the halls the perfectly maintained castle in Ylissitol feels absolutely foreign to her. Not to mention seeing a younger version of herself toted around and cared for. Chrom doesn’t beg her to stay, but he wishes she would. (He’s lost so many others, and he doesn’t want to lose her too, he doesn’t say.) Lucina wanders Ylisse acting as a mercenary and humanitarian, not being able to bring herself to leave the continent completely. She still loves her father and doesn’t wish to see him alone if he is once again in a time of need. Sure, he has her younger siblings, but they’re all but children. But, she needs to find her place in this world (and perhaps she is searching... searching for something she cannot yet admit to herself) and not let her be a shadow for her younger self. She fought for the her of this world to have the childhood she never got to. To live the life she could not. And so she keeps her distance.

Contrary to what Chrom, Marc, and Morgan believed, Lucina did return. It took her many months, but unannounced strolled their wandering princess. She’ll recount her tales across the lands and catch up with her family and friends. Some stayed in Ylisstol and joined the royal forces. Meanwhile, others set off on their own journey to distant lands. Lucina missed her cousin, but she couldn’t speak as she had nearly done the same. As quick as it she came, she left once again, back on her journey.  

This was how things were for awhile. Lucina would come back, they would be a normal family again, then the feelings of being a byproduct of a cursed time would bubble up inside again. Lucina would leave until she was able to face them again. Marc and Morgan especially had her anxious. She didn’t tell a soul more than she needed to as to not resurface bad memories, but the two fell under the influence of Grima after he had invaded the castle. She tried to escape with them, but she was unable to help.  If possible, she would rather meet her family outside the palace, away from the place he had lost them.

At the times Lucina was in Ylisstol, she tried her best to avoid her younger self. She isn’t quite ready for either her or this small child to face each other. How was she going to explain all of this? She didn’t want to pressure her younger self or act as some sort of aspiration. She wanted little Lucina to live the life she wanted, without some reminder of the failures she may become. So, for the time being, the few times Lucina was with her younger self, now old enough to talk and read and write, she was Aunt Marth. She looked quite passable as Chrom’s sister, no? Although, it was hard to hold her tongue and not address him as father.

Marc and Morgan had to get used to being the older siblings. They do recall Lucina from their time, and she was always the one taking care of them. Now, Lucina is ages younger, and they’re the responsible ones. They both grew into their own, Marc following in her fathers footsteps to becoming a tactician, while Morgan studied under Miriel to become a researcher of magic. But, they still made time to hang out with their little sister. It was hard not to project the Lucina of the future onto her, and they really tried. But, they couldn’t help but be a bit sad their sister was hardly ever around.

Robin returns five years later and Lucina rushes to Ylisstol as soon as word reaches her. She can’t help but feel frustration that she left partially in search of him, yet he was found the one place she could not look. She cannot contain her joy that her father is back, he returned to them, and she has the family she needed. Perhaps, she can stay longer this time.

Robin can’t believe the amount of time he’s missed. Lucina is a no longer an infant, but a young girl! He already feels regret missing out on the youth of the older Lucina, despite not having any control of that time. He doesn’t want to let another moment slip away from him. He is so proud of everyone. Ylisstol is stable for the most part, Chrom is loved by all, the tensions with Plegia have mostly subsided and they’re working towards a bond not built upon lies. Ylissians are sending aid to Valm to help their recovering nations. Not to mention his children, all blossoming in their own fields.

In the year that Lucina spends in Ylissitol, she doesn’t shy away from her younger self as often. They develop somewhat of an awkward sisterly bond. She tries not to say much about her past or compare herself to her. She truly is happy that child Luci gets to have this life, and now that she’s stopped running, she can have it too. Little Luci can hardly help but look up to her. This fantastic princess who roams the world to bring hope to others? What a dream.

Luci, now ten, has started to become wise to how dodgy her family is when it comes to their past. Marc and Morgan don’t seem to be able to tell her anything before she was born. Chrom always gets really nervous talking about his “sister.” Aunt Marth barely even seems to know her father. No one will answer why was Robin gone when she was really little. She vaguely recalled this loud man telling her stories and waving around his... his brand? She couldn’t be remembering that correctly. The only people that could be was Marc or Morgan but she swear it wasn’t them. Also... just how old was her parents when Morgan and Marc seemed so big now. Over the years she prodded for answers, not really suspecting much, just being a curious child. But, she slowly came to accept there was some truth to her family they were keeping from her. She knew enough it was probably better not to ask if they haven’t told her yet.

Luci gets to be a bit older and, ever the studious one, begins reading through some accounts of the war. As princess, she’s obligated to stay aware of current events to prepare her for the future where she may rule (which is becoming ever more a reality as her older siblings don’t seem that interested in the throne.) She begins with the war between Plegia and Ylisse. It seems so far away, the reality that her grandfather inflicted upon her parents and aunts. Then, she reads about the peace Emmeryn brought, wishing she could have met her one day. The resparking of the war with Plegia was next. She knew the toll it took on her father and the regret he felt causing all this loss, the trust of the citizens, lives of the innocent, his sister. She is about to call it a night before she gets to the war in Valm. She so happens to find a particular account that catches her eye though, a roster of soldiers enlisted.

Funny that. Someone with her own name appears on the list, fighting alongside her parents. Perhaps she was named after her? Marc and Morgan are here too. Strange, her parents couldn’t have been older than their twenties, so what were her siblings doing in the army? Now that she thinks of it, her fathers said Aunt Marth had served with them, but she’s nowhere to be seen in the reports or the rosters. She sets out to ask her parents about it soon after.

“Who’s Lucina?” “You, of course.” “No, I mean. She was a soldier in the army but she didn’t have any additional information on her in the log books. Did you know her?”

It was at that time, Chrom and Robin realized, perhaps their daughter was old enough to know. She generally knew of the Grimleals and their god, but never did she think her own father would be the key to this whole conflict, the vessel of a chaotic god. Not to mention her siblings were from a completely other time. And why everyone fell just short of saying “You remind me so much of your aunt.” 

Hanging out with Aunt Marth, now herself from another time, she knows, has become strange. There used to be moments when she would catch Marth about to say something, but not follow through, laughing it off as some joke she just remembered. Marth would be standing and watching wistfully from afar. She was always accepting of whatever she wanted to do because she couldn’t do those things in her youth. It all made sense to her now, but she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

Little Luci continued to look up to her older self, but instead of feeling inspired she was left with feelings of inadequacy. How could she live up to one of the heroes that saved Ylisse? What if she didn’t grow up to be as strong or skilled as her? This is exactly what Lucina wanted to avoid and told her as such.

“I made my sacrifices so you could make your mistakes. Please, live for yourself and not try to live my life. This is the world we fought to make for you. Give it all that you have.”

Side: Twins

※ Takes place starting simultaneous with side Lucina and then after.

Marc dutifully takes up the the mission of becoming Ylisstol’s next royal tactician. She learned from the man who won a handful of wars and saved the world! She knows she isn’t as experienced as her father, he could easily best her in any manner of tactical thinking games and practice, but in his absence, she would have to make do. Chrom was competent enough on his own to be able to handle the military and command by himself, but it endeared him that his youngest daughter felt that prideful connection to Robin. He gave her all the resources and tutors he could, but they were no replacement for her father. 

Morgan dreamed to become a researcher, learning the causes of the universe’s phenomena. To understand just a fraction about the gods. With a focus in magical studies, he joined Ricken under Miriel’s tutelage. At first his intentions seemed to be very pure, to learn and understand what makes the world what it is, but he couldn’t help but wonder something very specific about his own past. The path he was taking might be the road to finding it.

He was always more curious about his and his sister’s amnesia. Robin’s was caused by Grima willfully wiping his memory, but what about theirs? From the accounts of him and his twin sister, he had begun to piece together something puzzling. Their memories contradicted Lucina’s own. Chrom and Robin died so young in her own history, just after Marc and Morgan were born. Lissa raised them until even their aunt and other closest allies fell. Then, Lucina was left to care for them on her own, all while leading a rebellion. She didn’t go too deep into what became of them, but given her grave expression, it was most likely not good. Meanwhile, the few memories Marc and Morgan could recount were rather happy. They were mostly of Robin, occasionally featuring Chrom or Lucina. They had memories growing up in the castle with their parents. Trips to Plegia and Ferox. Travelling with Robin and their sister. All the way up until they were in their early teens they could remember always being by Robin’s side. Morgan came to the conclusion that it was highly likely they came from another time, separate from Lucina’s and the other children. 

Their past was a bit of a sore subject between the twins. Marc had accepted her amnesia for some time. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little curious about her memories, but she never went out of her way to look for them. She was perfectly happy enjoying the life she had now, especially now that Robin was back. Morgan on the other hand, loved his family, but now believing that they were from another time, wanted to know what that was. They’re the only remnants of that world held within this one.

An argument sparks between the two over this.

“If it’s true we’re from another time, what happened to father?” - Morgan “I suppose he would probably be looking for us on the mountain we were found on.” - Marc “And that doesn’t bother you? We just left him all alone?” - Morgan “That isn’t our time anymore. Of course I don’t want him to be alone, but we’re here now. There really isn’t much to be done about it. We can be with the family we have.” - Marc “But what if we could do something about it. Would you?” - Morgan.

While Morgan hasn’t found it yet, he poses Marc with a simple hypothetical, if they had the option to return to their time, would she take it? Marc denies any furthering of the thought. She’s not planning on wasting her life thinking of the hypothetical of abandoning her family when she could be making the most of her time with them. Lucina didn’t go back to her time when all of this was one either. Meanwhile, Morgan is offended at the thought he’d be the one abandoning his family and the implication that he doesn’t care for them. They left Robin to be forever searching on that mountain top, unsure of where their children are. Robin and Chrom have Lucina at least and possibly them if they ever decide to have kids again. Their father only has the one set of kids. And in the case of Lucina, she couldn’t go back because there was nothing left for her there. There is a family waiting for them in their own time.

Eventually, he drops the argument and they decide not to speak of it or to tel their family of it. As they grow older, Marc stays in the castle working alongside her fathers. Meanwhile, Morgan embarks on a quest to discover the true nature of their time. It takes him mostly to Plegia and the Ruins of Time. Occasionally, he even saw Lucina who was out on her own journey. It was in one such time that he asks Lucina about her own world, and how she came here. She’s hesitant to go into the details at first, warning it’s dangerous and irreversible magic. Once there’s a rip in the times, it’s hard to close completely. She had originally assumed that’s what happened to the twins, following after her, but that had now proven to be false. Morgan promises that it’s simply for research, and that he wants to be able to prevent an abuse of time magic. She trusts her brother, and explains what sacrifices and hardships it took to create the portal here.

Marc is so concerned for her brother’s well being. She knows he most likely didn’t stop thinking about it, and she worries for what he’s getting himself into in that world. He wasn’t truly going to leave them, was he? Without saying goodbye if he found his way back? Aside from worrying about her brother leaving, she had questioned why. Why was it they were here? Their childhood seemed so normal compared to Lucina’s. She left out of desperation. What could have possibly happened that suddenly they were with their father on a trip and then they were waking up clueless in the Ruins of Time? She cam to the conclusion there had to be a reason, and she put faith in her father doing this for her own good.

When Morgan returns to the castle with Lucina, everyone is filled with delight. Luci missed her brother. Marc was glad he was safe. Lucina was glad to be home with everyone. It’s been ages since they had all been together. They stay at the castle for awhile, Marc off studying with their father and Morgan seemingly always caught up in his next research project.

One day, Marc notices something strange on her hand opposite her brand. A scar perhaps? Perhaps she had nicked herself while sword fighting, or scratched herself in her sleep. It was insignificant at first. Then, as time went on, she began to notice it take a faint but very distinctive shape, the mark of Grima. She alerts Robin immediately. It’s a major cause of concern, of course. It’s been over a decade since Grima was vanquished. Robin’s own mark had faded as well. Marc begs for Robin to keep this between them, and maybe Chrom for now. She isn’t mentally prepared for the implications of this until they find out exactly what it means. She’s not stupid, and knows that the others need to know eventually, but hopes, just for now, she can keep things to herself.

In an attempt to keep a sense of normalcy, Marc has tea with Lucina and Luci. Apparently Morgan was too busy to join them. Lucina starts sharing stories of her adventures with Morgan as he has been a bit too avoidant for Marc’s liking. It seemed relatively tame, nothing much to do with any kind of timeline hopping. Until Lucina starts reminiscing about her siblings. 

“You two always had your nose in your books, it was hard to get you to look five feet in front of you. You were such nice kids, in spite of everything. Morgan said this a lot, that he was planning on finding a way to save everyone, even though you guys were barely eight. Already looking out for your big sister. Look at him now, trying to set up precautions against other time travelers. I guess he’s finally fulfilling his goals.”

Marc stops her right there. She didn’t.... teach him how to time travel did she? And upon realizing that Morgan has been planning something this whole time, they go to find out what these experiments and projects of his really are.

They find him doing just as they had expected, trying to open a gate through time back to where he came. Before Marc could even get a word out about how betrayed she was, her hand stung with pain. She could feel a long dead god whispering to her, “You will not escape so easily.”

As Marc suspected, there was in fact a reason that they were in this time, but it wasn’t of their father’s volition, but Morgan’s. While she could barely recall more than a whisper of their past, something grave was about to begin, she knew.

Marc and Morgan come from a future where Robin managed to suppress Grima rather than outright killing him or putting him to sleep. Chrom and Robin try their best to keep the world at peace, but Risen are appearing at alarming rates, Grimleal are terrorizing the villages, eventually the chaos even reaching Ylisstol. Eventually, the capital falls and Chrom with it. Robin escapes with Lucina and the twins, desperate to keep the last of his family safe.

They travel Ylisse, fending off Risen, trying to figure out how to rid themselves of Grima’s curse. Eventually, Robin recalls words from Naga. Grima has to be defeated by their own hand in order to truly die. Robin had been able to suppress Grima’s influence to the extent their mark had vanished, but everyone in the family had the unspoken suspicion that it was not quite gone from their blood. Morgan or Marc must die by the others hand.

Robin is not very keen on the idea of letting his children kill the other. He vehemently is against it. They search for other methods for years, but they keep coming back to this. It seems almost like an inevitability to the twins though. Morgan can’t bare the thought of it, but Marc puts down her foot and demands they stop running from it before it gets worse. She volunteers. The mark has begun to manifest on her first anyway. She’s much more vulnerable to Grima, so it should be her to go. Morgan doesn’t see a way to escape this and accepts.

Marc and Morgan go to the ruins nearby to complete the deed. But, just before Morgan is able to go through with it, the Risen attack. Unfortunately, the came alone. They couldn’t let Robin and Lucina stop them. It would be no good if they died like this, and Morgan runs, dragging his sister behind him. And, instead of fighting back, he opens a portal to another time and falls through. And the rest of their days were spent with a father of a different fate.

Morgan and Marc are foreign entities to this world. They are viable vessels of Grima introduced to this world, and with the rips in time that Morgan has been creating, Grima has been slowly exerting his influence on them once again. Even to the extent the mark has rematerialized onto Marc. If he manages to manifest within one of them again, then what? What was all of this for?

Morgan closes the portal he made with the best of his ability. Little did he know, these rifts are not so easily sealed. His fallen father, wielder of the corrupted Falchion, and Risen King, finds his way through to their world.

The Risen King, barely a semblance of the man he once was left in him, still held fondness for his family. He would do anything to see Robin again, even if it means razing the world. Grima has told him, the only way for him to stay with them forever, is to convince Robin to take on his soul.

[This is where I start to lose the plot!]

Imagine the encounter between Risen King Chrom and the Robin of this time. He sees for the first time in years, a Robin that doesn’t fear him. A Robin that perhaps naively thinks Chrom is not a threat, if only they can get through to him. It’s heartbreaking for what’s left of Chrom, to see this young man he loved before his death, but there isn’t enough left of Chrom to pull back.

※  Finishing notes: I know that was a bit inconclusive, but this is all I have so far! As I said, this isn’t really meant to be a fic, just a concept in my head. Feel welcome to send ideas my way about any part of it. Alternatively, if you want to use any of these ideas in a fic, I would love to read whatever you came up with.

Side Lucina and Side Twins were two different conversations which is why they don’t really connect thematically, but in my head they were of the same universe and it felt strange to separate them.

[teebster]

Terbish Uyagir/Moks

The Basics ––– –

Age: Seemingly anywhere between late twenties to mid thirties.

Race: Au Ra - Xaela

Gender: Agender - They/Them pronouns

Sexuality: Grey Asexual

Marital Status: Single but not looking to mingle

Server: Mateus - Crystal

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: While carefully cut short and kept even, there’s little care for fixing a slightly tousled look from any wind or sudden movements. No products, and possibly not even a comb to guide these bright white locks.

Eyes: Deep grey, with white rings

Height: as tall as the game would allow the fem au ra model...

Build: Slender, somewhat spindly, with the hint of muscle tone to suggest athletics

Distinguishing Marks: Scars. Terbish’s torso, front and back, in particular is the main focus of their scars, except they don’t seem to be from battle or anything of the sort. They weave, intertwine, form circles and runes. While the focus of these scars is their torso, they do extend just a touch on to their upper arms and legs, which with their tendency to leave their arms bare, could offer a peek. Their scales also seem to be a bit more intensely dark than the standard Xaela, getting closer to a void with an absence of any light than simply ‘black’.

Common Accessories: Often seen sporting some kind of mask, normally bone, but sometimes a simple blind fold or carved wood. Fingerless gloves or hand wraps of some sort with their fingers exposed.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Slight wanderer sometimes known to hunt voidsent with additional whispering of having an odd talent handling cursed or otherwise tainted objects. They tend to have a preference for deserts and going underground. Currently they are employed by the Siren’s Bounty, helping to handle regular bounties as well as anything their personal talents might be of use with.

Hobbies: Whittling/carving small pieces of wood and skeletal reconstruction of small dead birds and rodents, using wood to replace missing pieces and mend cracks and wire to string them up together. Also the general collection of bones. Late night walks. People watching. Eating things they shouldn’t. 

Residence: The Mist since being hired, but their room remains fairly bare

Birthplace: The Steppe

Religion: The philosophical and existential wondering of the meaning of it all

Patron Deity: Nope

Fears: Intimacy, love, genuine acceptance, settling, loss of control, group speaking, vulnerability, forgetting(or worse, remembering)... Mostly social and emotional issues in abundance.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Negative

Children: N/A

Parents: We all come from somewhere.

Siblings: No

Other Relatives: Nope

Pets: Unnamed Dodo

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious (You may say pick one, but I assure it’s both)

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Themes and more: I try to be very forward and blatant about the fact that this character comes with body horror and isn’t very shy about anxiety and depression being key factors for them. I try not to go into big details however as I don’t want to cause strong discomfort for other players, but want enough information present for appropriate reactions from other characters. This ranges from opening their mouth all too big like a snake, to moving their limbs in unnatural ways. They also can deal with some other basic spooky shadow horror as well. Additionally, Terbish has some memory issues. This does not mean they will simply forget meeting people or anything current, their memory gaps are almost entirely from their time on the Steppe. It’s a large part of their relationships section being bare, and not having a set age listed above. They don’t remember.

What I’m Looking For: Friend shaped beings. People who are interested in building nonromantic relationships. Terbish isn’t a character that is going to vent their insecurities openly and can be a bit of a slow boil to figure out without some emotional leverage to give them reason to be more open. This isn’t to say I’m against romance or romantic tones, but if it happens it’ll happen naturally and with communication. I’m also not looking for pure angst and edge, while I can appreciate some emotional difficulties and darker tones, this character can often be more about working through them to try and remember what feeling normal is like, but that does still mean they have a solid place with this character. Go on adventures, build up friendships, have weird late night talks, be horrified and somewhat endeared by your local cryptid secretly having a heart and many complex emotions.

RP Hooks ––– –

Monster Hunter: Hunting some voidsent? Livestock mysteriously gone missing? Local cryptid spotted? Terbish just might be at the end of that particular search. Is it a complete misunderstanding, or are they genuinely the culprit? Only one way to find out. Alternatively, Terbish has a bit of a knack for finding voidsent themselves. Or maybe they find Terbish. Mysterious Death: Back before Terbish left the Steppe, they used to help map out the caves the Uyagir call home, but as a Moks had some other motives as well. However, their disappearance came with a sudden collapse of part of the tunnels and no one returning from it. As far as anyone from the Steppe that had contact with the Uyagir or Moks may be concerned, Terbish Uyagir/Moks is dead, so what’s up with this ghost walking around so far from home? Worse yet, while they might respond to the right name, recognition seems to be lost beyond that. Weird Aether, Odd Soul: To any perceptive to such things, there’s something decidedly off about Terbish’s essence. It’s not easy to place, but there’s definitely a bit of Void without the whole thing simply being corrupt. Perhaps it would be better to say that anyone looking beyond the flesh would find they seem marbled, like two different things mixed together without fully setting. Very similar to voidsent. Cursed Cuisine: Rumor has it there’s an odd person out there who eats crystals, materia, or even cursed artifacts. Perhaps it’s metaphorical, but either way, it would be a sight, a curiosity, or for some desperate about some form of curse, maybe an answer.

Contact Information/About the player ––– –

My name is Speedie. I can be contacted here on tumblr, as well as in game as Terbish Moks on mateus. I have discord, but I’d rather be asked directly for that information than post it straight to tumblr. I can keep odd hours sometimes, insomnia is a hell of a drug. But I also have my own anxieties, clear communication is really important to me, as much as I love some mystery in roleplay and having answers to figure out, I don’t want to not know how my rp partners are feeling about what is going on and so on. I can also be a bit of a recluse sometimes, but I promise that doesn’t mean I’m not around or interested, I’m just not always the best at reaching out because of it.

[casselisims]

♔ →  westeros  presents  BETH CASSEL, the  LADY of  HOUSE CASSEL. a raven sent word that she bears the resemblance to  SARAH BOLGER. the  TWENTY-FIVE year old  FEMALE  was  COMPASSIONATE & KIND before the dawn of war, but have now become  MISTRUSTFUL & MELANCHOLIC. when songs are sung, their verses speak of  INNOCENT SMILES HIDING MILES OF TRAUMA, BLOOD RED ROSES SITTING ON PURE WHITE SNOW, MELANCHOLIC BABY BLUES. whispers throughout the seven kingdoms claim that their allegiance lies with  HOUSE STARK, but fealty means little when you play the game of thrones.  (  jane, 19, gmt 2:00, she/her.  )

hello everyone! my name is jane and i’m a 19 year old from newfoundland! i love to read and write, and i’ve actually been writing since i was probably like three or four, though obviously back then my stories were just gibberish. my father was a poet, and my mother used to write romance novels, so writing has been a big part of my life. i use it mostly as a means of escaping the real world, honestly. i do try to be as active as i can be, though when you can’t find me here on beth you can reach me on discord which is open for everyone! beth is the loml, she’s my precious sad baby girl, and i hope that everyone grows to love her as much as i do.

BIOGRAPHY Growing up the daughter of the Master at Arms, Beth was expected to have found some interest in weaponry. But, she took the complete opposite route. She was as soft as a flower, as many people said. She was soft spoken and gentle, excelling at needlework. She spent many of her days hanging around the Stark children, namely Sansa, due to favoring her aura. Many of her days were spent practicing her dancing and singing, or drawing her father and the boys he trained when she was allowed to sit and watch.       As time passed and the world fell into a state of peril, Beth struggled within herself for being so cowardly. While her father, the Stark boys, and all of the North went to war fought for not only their freedom, but the Kingdoms well being, while she sat in the North and practiced her needlework. Eventually the young girl grew extremely anxious and began observing more fights, more training. As the world grew colder and colder, and winter descended onto Winterfell, the once soft girl found herself hardening. She was enraged that the Lannisters could behave in the manner which they did, that the Freys could’ve betrayed the Starks in such an extreme way, that even in her home there were whispering of harsh words about their new Royal family. As the shell of ice wrapped itself around her raging heart, Beth Cassel vowed to do SOMETHING, anything, to aid not only those who were her friends, but those who had become her superiors. Much to her fathers disapproval, Beth’s focus shifted from simple needlework and the typical Lady duties to doing what she could to help with the army: sewing their banners, aiding in the cleaning of their armor, and even helping with the sick and injured.

HEADCANNONS: 001  ⇻ Beth is known for her ability with the arts. Although her singing and dancing talent is far more prominent than her drawing/painting, she enjoys doing them all equally. For nameday gifts, she’ll often give out a painting or drawing that reminds her of the person, whereas she’ll often dance or sing to entertain at parties and feast. She prefers dancing with a partner over alone, and most commonly sings about legendary kings and warriors alike.

002  ⇻ Despite being so good at Needlework, she doesn’t enjoy doing it. She does so only because it’s expected of her, and she hates to let down her father, Ser Rodrik. Under the belief that he wouldn’t approve of her doing anything less than perfect when it came to any of her duties, she thrived to be so. Her idol of course being Sansa Stark, one of her few friends, who was known to be perfect at everything she did.

003  ⇻ Growing up being so close to the Starks, Beth had a crush on the elder Stark boy, Robb, and the Stark’s bastard, Jon. Although it was definitely no secret among the girls, and even her father, she denied ever having any feeling for either of them. She eventually grew out of the childlike wonder she had with both boys, and although she has no reason for being embarrassed over her past feelings, still refuses to admit that it was ever a thing - even if her father still torments her time to time. (Although, feelings do linger)

004  ⇻  After the war began, Beth was in a constant state of fear. Although she was safe in Winterfell, she worried for the people she cared about going out and fighting these wars. She spent many nights worrying over her fathers wellbeing along with many of the boys she’d grown up with, knowing all of them were fighting for their rights and freedom. Knowing many of the boys were still just that - boys - with no experience with war. Her terror left her a shell of the girl she had been, and she slowly withdrew into herself, reflecting on what she could do to help.

005  ⇻ The discovery that she wanted to not be a fearful little girl anymore came suddenly and at random. It dawned upon her that not all women had to sit at home waiting for the men to come back and simply be fearing for them. There were plenty of female warriors - ones she had idolized in legends like Visenya Targaryen. While she would never be able to pick up a sword and wield it, or ride into battle on the back of a dragon like the formerly mentioned, she could do what she could with the skills she’d been forced to hone over the years to take care of her soldiers.

006  ⇻ Despite being such a beautiful young lady, and one that had been well known and fairly well respected in Winterfell, Beth has never known love. Too shy as a young girl to pursue boys or even give them a response when they had tried to court her. As a young lady, she became too focused on aiding in the war to even think about finding a husband.

INTERESTING PLOT POINTS:

001  ⇻ The biggest, most interesting plot point, would be someone seeing how eager she was to do something other than tremble. Learning how to fight and protect not only herself, but those around her, and take the first steps in following in her fathers lead, and becoming one of the woman warriors that she idolized in the past, would be huge for her. This development would break the barricade around her mildly sexist outlook on how she was meant to behave, and drown out the fear of her father disapproving of her for wanting to protect her people. I think she’d struggle with it a lot, and most likely become easily frustrated when things didn’t work out immediately. ( like the swords being too heavy )

002  ⇻ Meeting Daenerys Targaryen would also break down those barricades and drown those voices. Seeing a woman who belongs to no man, who does everything a woman isn’t supposed to do, would be magical for her. On top of that, she’s always idolized the Targaryen women and their fighting abilities, and dragons are pretty cool.

003  ⇻ Having someone actively remind her of her duty as a woman to find a husband and bear children would be interesting. She does want that, she wants a family, to continue the family tree. After all, she’s her fathers only living child. To not do so would be the biggest betrayal. Even more interesting would be her finding someone she wants to settle with enough that it draws her attention from the cause, and bringing about the chaos of her struggling between deciding on acting on these impulsion or continuing to do her job.

[sun-and-dance]

Meet Linh!

L’linh Tia

The Basics ––– –

Age: Approximately twenty-eight summers is his best guess

Birthday: Whenever he feels like claiming it to be. Convenience and excuse to party! If he had to answer slightly more seriously, he would say ‘sometime in the hottest months because I love the heat’.

Race: Miqo’te Seeker

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Marital Status: Single

Server: Balmung

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Black, natural, and usually cut to a style that flows attractively while dancing.

Eyes: Golden.

Height: 5′9

Build: Muscular in a lithe way - a dancer’s build.

Distinguishing Marks: He typically has painted on markings on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, whether performing or not. Any other marks are not readily visible.

Common Accessories: Flower crown, veils, androgynous headwear, varying amounts of makeup, flowing outfits and footwear that allow for easy movement and spontaneous performance.

Linh’s faceclaim is Tom Ellis.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Entertainer, Odd jobs, Occasional Courtesan (kept fairly private knowledge)

Hobbies: Dancing, trying to make the world a better place - even if it’s just one drink at a time, Attempting to play various instruments, Singing, Alchemy, Anything that combines charity and fun.

Languages: He’s fluent in ‘Common’ and knows plentiful words and phrases from many other languages, including beast tribes. Most of Linh’s knowledge was acquired through song, making foreign friends, or eavesdropping.

Residence: Here and there - wherever he ends up when it’s time to rest. (He does have a private apartment residence in Lavender Beds, but only goes there to be alone. It wouldn’t be common knowledge.)

Birthplace: Sagolii Desert

Religion: More of a personal belief of putting good out into the world to get good in return.

Patron Deity: Linh’s not big into deities, but he will occasionally mutter to Halone or Menphina.

Fears: He won’t list them for just anyone.

Personality: Linh is an easygoing guy with an apparent love for life. He is almost always flirtatious when it’s appropriate to do so, and he will do everything in his power to infuse someone with the same zest and zeal he’s feeling. It’s hard to make him take anything seriously at first. Linh tends to be the most outspoken person in the room in any given place, often to his detriment.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None

Children: None (That he knows of)

Parents: Unknown - Of the Viper Tribe

Siblings: Unknown

Other Relatives: Unknown

Pets: None

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured - He loves learning art and dance from all parts of the world.

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: When Linh is especially anxious about something he tends to smoke ‘herbal remedies’ in private. Drugs: Mainly for pain relief. He has a condition that he would be loath to explain. Alcohol: Recreational use.

RP Hooks ––– –

Need an entertainer? Linh is always happy to earn spare gil in exchange for making an event especially memorable and keeping guests enjoying themselves long past last call. He also enjoys meeting other performers and comparing ‘notes’ or showing off.

Native to Ul’dah - Maybe you’ve seen Linh wandering the outskirts of the city or the streets, wearing silks and bangles that stand out amongst the refugees and poor, and attract perhaps dangerous attention to himself. Jingling your way through the back alleys is generally an invitation for a mugging, but the man can handle himself in a brawl, and most of the vagrants are friendly towards him after years of gil and food donations. (He wasn’t always a fancy lad.)

Feeling down? If Linh sees you in a public place with a dour expression, he will more than likely engage you in conversation and try to brighten your day.

Need a really freaked out and confused father figure? Maybe Linh is your long lost dad! He’s had more than his fair share of partners, but he has done his best to be careful about it.

Please feel free to message me with any other ideas!

Contact Information  ––– –

I’m open for any kind of RP, though Linh is a very ‘go with the flow’ sort of guy and isn’t looking to be tied down by serious romance anytime soon. It would take a lot of effort to bring him around to the idea. There is a deeper reason as well that would have to be discovered through roleplay.

You can contact me through tumblr, and I do have discord if you prefer to chat there.

Random walk-ups or sending a tell in game is fine too!

Don’t be shy, I’d love to hear from you :)

[neonbluewaves]

Hey~ Can I ask 12, 13, 15 and 16 for the fankid ask game? ✨

Okay, first of all, can I thank you? Actually thank you because these asks? They made me draw the most wholesome things and I just loved it? I felt so happy drawing these, that I forgot all the stress I had from the previous weeks of work?? So yeah, THANK YOU FOR THESE ASKS!

Anyways, I feel like answering these backwards 

So, 16 was answered here for Ro and Tiago. As for Lore and Thibault:

16. do they have any gifts, like singing, dancing, painting, dueling …?

Lore is pretty good at drawing, she’s got a bunch of papers with doodles from classes, when she’s studying, when she’s bored... She usually draws what she sees, so most of them are part of a classroom, a bunch of students playing outside, and they’re all amazing, but she won’t show anyone.

Thibault, like Ro, has a great voice. The diference is that Thibault would love to sing outloud in public, but alas, he’s too shy and anxious to do so. He has a thing for theatre and really gets in the paper, the more diferent the character is from him, the more bizarre it is to see him. He did “Meant to be yours” from Heathers with Ro and to this day she still believes her cousin got possesed by a phsyco or something because man was that freaky.

15. What is their relationship with other fankids? Do they know any?

(Okay, so I don’t interact much with others here, nor I have a discord yet, so...)

It’s already known (I think) that Tiago is roomies with Logan ( @phyl-the-gryffinclaw ), and they’re both good friends. If Tiago is about to get caught and his sister isn’t on sight, he’ll go to Logan because he ain’t no snitch. Logan is nice and quite peaceful, so it’s a mystery why the chaotic kid that Tiago is, is friends with him, but Tiago genuinely enjoys his company and friendship beyond getting a safe scape from trouble.

Tiago easily makes friends, and he likes to, so any kid that speaks to him might end up being in his friend list after two interactions 

As for the ‘three amigos’...

If they’re a prefect, Ro probably knows them, and most probably dilikes them as much as she dislikes being prefect. She might know any gryffindor kids, at least the ones that cause more trouble

Like Ritchie, whom she might, MIGHT, have a bit of a soft spot because he kinda reminds her of Tiago (I drew this not long ago, so he’s blonde and I didn’t change it, sorry @guakamaya )

I think she also knows Dora ( @annevmoreira ) as the shy girl and will take it easier with her.

Thibault remembers most of the kids faces and names, but won’t talk to any of them because poor boy is scared, there’s a chance some of them have said something about his fangs, wether it was an innocent question or a jab to the fact he looks like a vampire or anything else, he will avoid them because he’s had enough bullying and trouble before.

Lore is the worst by far, she’s not a bad person, but boy does she act like a jerk. It’s her own way of dealing with the fact that people might want to “befriend her” to later make fun of her and abandon her. A different aproach than her brother. 

13. How is their relationship with their parents?

Neon made sure her kids had what she didn’t: a home, two parents, a ‘psycho uncle free’ life... They’re a bit chaotic in the parenting department and have made many mistakes, but somehow made it all work. She and Tulip also balance each other out. Neon will spoil them to no end because well, “what is money lol” and Tulip will put a stop to it, while Neon puts base rules and will ground the kids whenever they missbehave, Tulip will probably let them off the hook easier.  They’re pretty chill about stuff, will be open to any sort of trouble the kids have and try to have as much fun with the kids as possible. And they’re also the embarassing parents that are super loud at tournaments and events, will be cheesy in public and they even have a whiteboard at home called “How to embarass our kids in any situation given”

(wanna see the scene Neon’s describing? here, u r welcome)

As for Laura and Bastien, they’re the sort of loving parents that are a bit of a mess because they want to do everything perfectly but can’t because they’re people, but even then, in their unperfect household, everything is warm and cozy and the kids get a great home. They try to have as much time together as possible since Laura is the Head Auror in the Magic Congress of Spain (which I had to make up because apparently spain doesn’t have a Ministry of Magic). They’ve always been confortable with PDA, which is an unvoluntary way of embarassing the kids. Overall they’re that very cute family that will plan a vacation, everything that could go wrong will go wrong, and yet they’ll get to have a fun time.

(yes, that’s a Tardis blanket)

12. How are they in romance?

aah yes, I knew someone was gonna go for this one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alright, so, as Andre says, most students don’t start dating ‘till they’re at least fourth years. So keeping in mind they start to think about it around that time...

Tiago, the very late blooomer won’t be interested in dating in all of his years at Hogwarts. He’s in no rush to date nor try to figure out exactly what is it he likes and is anyways, and his moms are pretty calm about it (there might or might not be a bet in the family about it). Since he’s such a cutie and a nice fun boy, I’m guessing some people will ask him out on dates and stuff, but he’ll always reject them because he wouldn’t be into it and it’d be unfair

(Yes, older Tiago colors his hair like mommy, “My moms say I look very handsome so shut the fuck up!”)

Thibault is a mess. He has a hard time making friends, imagine trying to ask someone out. He’s honestly the sweetest boy and tries to do a ton of fun stuff with whoever he likes. At first he’d be a sweaty, mumbling, stuttering mess, but as he gets comfortable with that someone, he gets calmer and is very easy to talk to. 

Lore, grade A jerk, abrasive, aggresive and crude is an actual sweetheart that will take any lucky girl on the most fun dates ever. She’s flirty, charming and a light tease. She’s up for big romantic gestures, which is a surprise nobody expects. She shows the side only her family knows.

As for Ro.... I.... Oh geez, I don’t know. Should we ask her girlfriend maybe?

[shealwaysreads]

A Study In Contrasts

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This fic is absolutely inspired by the wonderful @drarryruinedme7 and her Theo headcanons and love for the Neville x Theo ship (theoville? neveo?) and @bblgumbby was my fantastic beta and cheerleader.

This post provided the impetus for the story, and made me cackle so check it out.

Motivation to write (as in, a fire lit under my arse with the deadline for today) provided by the amazing @growing-neville fest and the drarry discord squad - who all love their rarepairs too!

Also, here are my face-casts for this fic- Neville & Theo 👌

Neville/Theo | Mature | 3659 words | Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Hot!Neville, Bearded Manbun! Neville

Can also be read on Ao3

Neville had been worried at first when Theo Nott had been hired to work with him. Theo didn’t have anything to do with growing the plants, that was very much Neville’s domain, but he took care of harvesting seeds and fruit, or taking cuttings of leaves and preparing them to be sent out to apothecaries and potions masters across Europe. He was apparently fully qualified for the job, but Neville couldn’t help but be protective his plants, and a little scared that he and Theo wouldn’t get on.

It wasn’t as though Neville had never spent time with the man, the War was a long time past, and when Harry had started dating Draco the old Hogwarts Houses had taken to mixing pretty thoroughly - both socially and romatically. On their monthly pub nights at the Three Broomsticks it wasn’t unusual for a whole host of old school alumni to show up - from all four Houses.

Theo had been coming to these informal little events since Draco had moved in with Harry. Neville had witnessed Draco wine drunk and ranting about how he wanted his friends to be a part of things too, and from then on his old Slytherin cronies were a regular part of the evening. It took a little while for everyone to become comfortable with each other, but they had all persevered. Copious rounds of drinks had certainly helped.

Neville wasn’t a shy person, per say, but he preferred a quiet dinner or drinks with his friends rather than big group events. So at first he had bristled at the inclusion of new people, people he wasn’t sure of, people he didn’t know well. But he was a grown up now, and politeness smoothed the way, then alcohol eased it even further. He could happily sing ribald drinking songs with Pansy perched on his knee now, and regularly thrashed Blaise at darts.

Theo had always seemed to keep his distance from Neville though, and at first he thought it might be some kind of hangover from Nott senior’s awful beliefs. But Luna of all people became fast friends with Theo, and reassured Neville that his idea couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Oh Neville, you’re so funny! You’re just like Harry when he used to think Draco was just like his father too, aren’t you?” Luna’s smiling face sobered. “No. Theodore is quite a gentle soul. We were the same age when our mothers died you know. He could see the Thestrals too, though he didn’t visit them like I did.”

A gentle pat on his cheek and she swirled away in a haze of white-blonde hair and tinkling bells stitched along her scarves. Neville had put that thought to bed there and then. Luna was about as good a judge of character as anyone he had ever met, and he trusted her. If she was happy to embrace Theo as a friend, then Neville was at least able to accept him as part of the group.

From that point on, Neville made a point of saying hello to Theo when they all met up, of being friendly and smiling. Neville was acutely aware of the way he looked now even though he still had days where he felt like the bumbling, chubby boy he was at school. But he was tall now, and broad; his long hair and growing beard he got teased by his friends a lot for looking intimidating. He didn’t think Theo was the sort of person who would be impressed by his fame, and he definitely wasn’t holding on to old school house rivalries, so maybe it was just the way Neville looked that put him off. Theo was at least a foot shorter than Neville, maybe he felt crowded around his bulk.

So Neville had worried at first, when he found out Theo would be working with him so closely. His work at the vast greenhouses was more than a job, it was his passion, and he didn’t want that ruined by a chilly relationship with his colleague. But he needn’t have spent so much time being anxious. Theo had smiled and shook his hand warmly on his first day in post, and seemed to be so much more comfortable talking with Neville here than in the social environment of the pub.

They had quickly developed a rapport and Neville was constantly impressed with Theo’s knowledge of the plants they worked with. He hadn’t damaged so much as a single leaf in his daily rounds gathering his harvest for their outgoing orders and he actually asked Neville intriguing questions about the growing specifications for his favourite plants.

He had even singled out Neville’s own Mimbulus Mimbletonia as the most interesting plant in Greenhouse 1, and asked all about how to safely harvest its Stinksap. Neville had been waiting for someone to be interested in that plant since his fifteenth birthday, he didn’t quite know what to do with himself, and found himself flustered for the rest of that day.

All of that left Neville with the dawning realisation that he hadn’t been worried about the right thing at all. Instead of being so preoccupied with maybe not enjoying work now that Theo was there, he should have been thinking about the fact that he might like Theo being there a little too much.

On top of a quietly dry sense of humour which got even Hermione cackling on pub nights, Theo was capable, interesting, and he liked Herbology almost as much as Neville did. He was also totally, absolutely, and devastatingly Neville’s type.

Neville had finished for the day, and as he rushed into the staff room ahead of Theo he couldn’t help but think about the other man. Couldn’t help but indulge in his crush.

Theo had artfully tousled dark hair which just begged to have fingers run through it, and eyes as dark as the loamy soil Neville worked with every day. He was fair, with dark freckles across the bridge of his nose; Neville couldn’t help but think about the contrast between them, his tanned skin against Theo’s milk pale complexion.

Neville’s thoughts quickly slid into territory he knew he shouldn’t indulge in while still at work, not with Theo heading into the tea room for their end of day catch-up. He couldn’t be daydreaming about all the ways he’d like to test and compare those contrasts for himself, couldn’t imagine exactly how it would feel to run his hands over lithe muscles -  not when he still blushed as much as he had when he was a teenager. Even if the beard would cover some of it up.

He distracted himself with washing his hands and arms, scrubbing the days dirt from under his nails as he willed away mental images of pale skin on dark bed covers from his mind's eye. As he mindlessly soaped and rinsed, Theo slipped into the cosy staff room.

“Hey Nev, fancy a cuppa before we go?” Theo nodded at the kettle.

“Yeah that would be lovely Theo, thanks.”

Neville found himself smiling as he turned to watch Theo set up their usual cups for tea. It pleased him on a deep level to see that Theo know exactly how he liked his tea, knew his favourite cup. Maybe he shouldn’t be daydreaming about Theo naked while they were at work, but he could appreciate these moments of domestic camaraderie.

He dropped himself heavily onto the worn out sofa that had been probably been parked in the tea room for longer than Neville was alive, and groaned as he took the weight off his feet.

Hunching over his plants all day brought him a lot of joy, but since he’d shot past six feet tall and into the 'might have to duck to get through that door’ territory he didn’t find much joy in his back at the end of a long day. He stretched, eyes scrunched closed and his hands behind his head as he worked out all of the kinks in his spine, and was lost in the bliss of it until he heard the slosh of tea slopping over the side of a cup.

He opened his eyes to see Theo still bent over the coffee table, a small puddle of tea around each cup where it sat on the surface, and his dark gaze fixed firmly on Neville. Maybe it was just the fact that Neville had been fantasising about him earlier, but he could swear he saw a heat in those dark eyes. It was probably wishful thinking though, people like Theo didn’t go for people like Neville.

Theo sat in the chair opposite him, another ugly but comfortable relic from past staff. He settled back with his tea in one hand, and rubbed the back of his neck with the other. He almost looked nervous.

“Right. Neville. I was going to mention that I’ve just taken some seeds from the Venomous Tentacula and I think you might want to move it a bit further from the Devil’s Snare seedlings - it looks like they might get tangled together if  you don’t do that within the next week or so.”

“Oh thanks, I hadn’t realised those seedlings were coming along so fast - I’ll do that first thing in the morning. Did you get enough seeds for the—”

He trailed off as Theo held up his hand, motioning for his attention.

“Look. Um. This is a bit awkward but Luna said I should just be honest, that’s what you ex-Gryffindors appreciate apparently. But…” Theo was back to rubbing his neck again, and a blush touched his high cheekbones.

Neville wondered what on earth was making the normally unflappable Theo seem so out of his comfort zone. It couldn’t be the plants. What if Theo had noticed the way Neville had been looking at him? What if Pansy had said something? Neville might have given himself away at the last pub night, Theo had been wearing that tight fitting jumper which just made Neville want to wrap his arms around him and never let go.

“Okay I’m just going to come out with it, and you have to promise you won’t hate me. Yes?”

Neville nodded, mute with anxiety.

“First. I recognise I have got no bloody right to be making this kind of demand but I’m just kind of compromised and you have to forgive me.” He leant forward to put his tea down on the coffee table and took a deep breath, seemingly bracing himself for whatever he was about to say. “Neville, I am going to need you to stop growing your beard. Because if you get any more handsome than you already are, I’m going to end up trying to fuck you and I don’t think that is something you would appreciate.”

Having said his piece, Theo threw himself back into his armchair, covering his eyes with one hand.

Neville felt a stunned grin stealing across his own face, and realised he was already unconsciously rubbing his beard - a habit he had picked up as soon as it passed the stubble stage. He couldn’t believe that just five minutes earlier he had been so worried about daydreaming of Theo inappropriately, when apparently Theo had been just as guilty. Maybe people like Theo did go for people like him.

“Theo, I’m not going to shave my beard. I quite like it actually.”

He hauled himself out of the sofa, and moved around the table towards Theo’s chair.

“Neville, Merlin, I’m sorr—”

He cut Theo’s apology off by the simple method of moving his chair, grabbing his hand, and pulling him bodily onto his feet. Neville thrilled at the ease with which Theo followed his physical suggestions, all of the ways this apparently instinctual response could play out were whirling round his mind.

“First off Theo, I promised I wouldn’t hate you, so relax.” Neville reached out and put a hand on Theo’s shoulder, hoping the touch would calm him down. “Secondly, I’m not getting rid of the beard because yeah - I like it. But. Now I also like that you like it.” He felt his confidence ebb slightly, and shrugged bashfully as his cheeks warmed with a blush. “How will I get you to try and fuck me if I can’t lure you in with this thing?”

For one achingly eternal feeling moment, Neville is terrified that he’s gone to far. Theo’s dark eyes are wide and his mouth is open in astonishment. But then one pale hand is reaching out to him, cupping the side of his face, a thumb is rubbing against his beard and fuck it feels good when someone else did that.

Theo steps forward, intention clear in every line of his body, and suddenly Neville wants to be sure that this isn’t just a fleeting infatuation for him. They work together, they have the same friends, he needs to know what this is going to be. And he doesn’t think a simple tumble in the sack will be enough for him. He pulled the sword of Gryffindor out of the Sorting Hat, so he could take this a step further - couldn’t he?

“I’d like my beard even better if it makes you want to go for dinner with me, as well as fuck me, though?”

“Merlin, you have no idea do you?” Theo breathed as he leaned in, his eyes flicking over Neville's face as though eager to take in each detail. “I thought I was as obvious as a fifth year Hufflepuff. Neville, I’ve even got flyers for an exhibition at the muggle botanic gardens in my bag because I think you’d like their exotics.”

Neville grinned and wrapped his arms around Theo’s slim waist, drawing him against his body and reeling with how good it felt to be pressed together.

“Maybe you’re more subtle than you think, I sort of thought you might be put off by how big I’ve gotten.”

Theo just rolled his eyes and draped his arms around Neville’s neck, bringing their chests together. He was sure his heart was beating hard enough that Theo would feel it thundering against his own, but any thoughts were obliterated when Theo tilted that perfect face up and gently brought their lips together in a kiss. For all their talk of fucking, it was achingly sweet, Theo’s lips petal soft and yielding against his own.

“Nev,” a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I think we should take this somewhere that isn’t work.” A kitten lick against his bottom lip. “Fuck - I just want to do this lying down with you.”

Neville was reeling from the simultaneous sweetness of Theo’s kisses, and the heat that roared through him at the implication of his desperate whispers. He couldn’t reach his wand fast enough, ensuring his grip on Theo was secure, before Apparating them both into his flat.

As soon as they arrived, Theo’s delicate fingers attacked Neville’s shirt buttons. He made quick work of them between hot kisses and whispered promises, and before Neville knew it his shirt slipped from his shoulders and pooled on the floor. Those pale hands were immediately on him, roaming the plains of his chest and belly, both muscled from hours of manual work.

He had been right, in his fantasies, about the contrast between his tan and Theo’s fair skin. It was delicious.

He reached out and held Theo’s face, his hands cupping that finely cut jaw, and he leant down to kiss him deeply. He licked along his plush bottom lip and like a flower, Theo opened up for him on a gentle gasp. He felt Theo bring his own hands up to grasp his wrists as he cradled his face, and groaned into the kiss.

But Theo had requested lying down, and Neville was going to give it to him. He’d give him the moon if he asked for it. He reluctantly let go of Theo’s beautiful face, and braced himself to pick him up, relieved when Theo immediately wrapped his legs around his waist and buried his face in his neck to deliver dragging sucks and kisses. Neville toed off his shoes, and Theo did the same, the thud of them hitting the floor barely audible over the rushing in his ear

For a brief moment he thought about marching up the stairs with his armful of gorgeous, brave, ex-Slytherin, but decided against it almost immediately. This was going to be fast and desperate, they both deserved to take their time with each other later. He dropped down onto his sofa instead, and thanked his lucky stars for their complementary plans when Theo rearranged himself to be able to straddle his hips and stretch bodily over him as he reclined.

He looked up at Theo, his hands massaging his thighs, and grinned.

“I feel like we’re a little mismatched in the clothing stakes, aren’t we?”

He reached up to drag the hem of Theo’s jumper away from his jeans, catching his t-shirt too, and pulled them up and over his head - leaving that dark hair messy and perfect.

“I don't think we quite compare in the abs department Nev,” Theo murmurs with a wry smile. “But you’re welcome to strip me anytime.”

Neville found his words of reassurance and denial got lodged in his throat when the view actually registered in his mind. The freckles. Theo’s freckles weren’t just across his nose. A faint dusting of freckles and beauty marks dotted his lean chest, and Neville wanted to kiss every single one of them.

“Theo…” he managed to growl out over the roaring lust in his chest. “Theo, look at you.”

He had been aroused ever since Theo uttered his confession in the staff room, and now he’s harder than ever, all of this pale skin laid out before him, Theo’s dark eyes almost eclipsed by pupil in answering heat. He gripped Theo’s thighs tighter, sliding his hands upward until his thumbs grazed the hardness pressing against his zipper.

He kept his eyes locked on Theo’s, the tension between them mounting higher with every heartbeat. Theo must have felt his erection where it pressed insistently against his gorgeous arse. He took a hand away from Theo’s crotch, and raised it, thumbing one pink nipple and gasping at the reaction it pulled from Theo.

His lithe body just rolled down against Neville, a moan breaking free from that plush mouth, and all of a sudden Neville needed him closer. He pushed his hips up against Theo’s uncontrolled grind, and moved his hands to grip at his slim hip and to simultaneously drag him down into another lush, open mouthed kiss.

He groaned as Theo’s hand moved to grip his hair, he could feel his loose bun come undone under those clever hands and the sensation of the slight tug on the strands just heightened every pleasurable current running through him. He wrapped his arms around Theo, resting one in the middle of his back, and grabbing a handful of his arse with the other. He could feel those whipcord muscles working as Theo writhed against him, rubbing their cloth covered erections together like horny teenagers.

It’s hot and dirty and everything Neville had been dreaming of since he first accepted that he fancied Theo. He rolled his hips up into Theo’s grind, bracing his heels against the sofa for leverage, and moaned at the perfect friction they were building between them.

He slipped his hand into the waistband of Theo’s jeans, under his designer pants, and let his middle finger rest just at the cleft of his arse. He didn’t move to go further, just revelled in the hint of what was to come. Heat pooled low in his belly as he thought about flipping their positions, stripping Theo till he was bare, and eating him out until his eyelashes were wet with frustrated tears.

But he could wait. Right now the whimpers and moans in his ear were intensifying, and he couldn’t keep his mouth away from Theo’s if he tried, he felt like he could kiss him for days and not get tired of it.

“Nev…ah…Merlin I’m so close.”

Just hearing Theo say those words was enough to drive Neville to the edge, both of their movements became frantic as they each chased relief. They were hardly kissing any more, just licking and sucking at each others mouths, sharing breath as they panted with exertion.

Neville came first, the telltale tightening in his balls catching him by surprise despite it all, and he held Theo crushed to him as his hips jerked through his orgasm. While the aftershocks still shot through him like lightning, Theo continued to thrust down against him, whining in frustration.

With what little brain cells were still operating, Neville once again reached his finger between Theo’s pert cheeks, and this time didn’t stop until he could stroke his fingertip against his entrance. As soon as the pad of Neville’s middle finger made contact with his hole, Theo’s whole body went tense, and then - with an aching moan -  he shuddered as his orgasm ripped through him. Neville could feel his hole clenching against his fingertip, and his spent cock twitched in interest. But he could save that for later.

For now he wrapped his arms around Theo, satisfaction and warmth filling every cell of his body with relaxed lassitude. Theo relaxed completely on top of him, and rubbed his cheek against Neville’s beard like some kind of overgrown cat. Neville managed to reach his wand where he had dropped it beside the couch and cast a gentle cleansing charm on them both, cleaning their damp underwear, before casting it aside again. He dragged the blanket from the back of his sofa over them both, and once again wrapped his arms around Theo, ready to doze and then wake up and ask him to dinner.

[thedarkestdragonknight]

LFRP/LFC - Lusaut de Durendaire (Mateus)

(Screenshot courtesy of @theaetherhealerffxiv <3, also sending a tag to @talechaser-ffxiv because reasons)

Lusaut de Durendaire, of House Durendaire

All these broken souls They never make me whole They don't, they don't know my heart They don't know my heart

Ricochet - Starset

Disclaimer: Lusaut is not a nice, ball of fluff and good times. He is an evil character that is meant to be cruel and a straight up asshole as well as a Sadomasochist. Because of this Role-plays with him could potentially delve into mature and otherwise adult content with dark themes. Please use discretion when asking to RP with Lusaut.

The Basics ––– –

Age: Twenty (20)

Aliases: The Devil’s Son

Birthday: 32nd Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Ishgardian Elezen Halfbreed (Miqo’te Cross, Keeper of the Moon)

Gender: Masculine, Male (He/His/Him Pronouns)

Sexuality: Homosexual, Polyamorous 

Marital Status: Single

Alignment: Chaotic Evil, on a good day he can lean into Chaotic Neutral. This rarely happens however.

Server: Mateus

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Lusaut has a very vivid blood red mane that goes down to the base of his hips, his hair has very faint darker black-purple highlights in it that form tiger-like stripes in his hair. His hair is essentially the Thavnarian Male Hair Mod by the wonderful @misteff so you have the idea on it’s appearance due to my game being on PS4 and not being able to mod him.

Eyes: Heterochromatic due to his mother being a Miqo’te, his eyes have the slitted pupils that Miqo’te have as well. His left (our right) eye is a very pale, almost completely white in coloration while his right (our left) eye is a bright and vivid hunter green in coloration.

Height: 5 foot 5 inches, due to his Miqo’te blood he is far shorter than most Elezen even at their shortest.

Build: Athletic, Lusaut is muscular in his arms and also his leg due to being trained from a young age to be a killer as well as an assassin. He has a very toned physic with a very pronounced six pack as well.

Distinguishing Marks: Lusaut has a tattoo over his left (our right) eye that is a pale grey in coloration, his body is also littered with Freckles. For an idea of how his freckles are, the 3rd row best gives the idea in the image below. Other than this he has a long scar that cuts across his face from the right of his forehead and down to the bottom left of his cheek and a very unique birthmark on his right inner thigh that looks like a pair of hearts with one looking like it’s bleeding in a way.

Common Accessories: Lusaut has an arsenal of things on his belt ranging from knives, poisons, sedatives and anything else that he can use in order to get his job done. He has various herbs and such to help him mix his poisons as well. Other than this the only other accessory he has is a Lapis Lazuli ring that he got from his father as well as an Aetherite Earring on his left (our right) ear that acts as a Linkpearl.

Additional Features: Being Half Miqo’te, Lusaut has a slightly long rather fluffy tail that is the same color as his hair. His ears, while in the area where Elezen ears generally lay on the face, have fur on the backs of them which again, matches his hair color. Lusaut also has long claws on his fingers that he paints red and trims to an extremely sharp, fine point that can easily cut skin if he lashes out.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Assassin and Interrogator for House Durendaire, personal hunter for his father Rimoux de Durendaire. Torturer when he is not in Ishgard (Currently)

Hobbies: Cooking in his spare time, Knife Collecting. He also likes claiming ‘prizes’ from his victims, usually he will take the left ring finger (if his victim happens to be married) or anything of significance to the person he is torturing/about to kill.

Languages: Common

Residence: House Durendaire in Ishgard, Transitory for the most part with most of his time spent in Inns in the various towns he visits.

Birthplace: Foundation, Ishgard

Religion: While he was raised to learn the teachings of Ishgard and specifically Halone, Lusaut has no true interest in any sort of religion as that was never a part of his training.

Patron Deity: Rhalgr, the Destroyer

Fears: Most women (personal reasons), failing his father, letting his prey get away, not being seen as a true Ishgardian

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Rimoux de Durendaire (Alive, Ishgardian Elezen, Father), Unknown Keeper of the Moon (Mother, Deceased)

Siblings: Faust de Durendaire/Greystone (Alive, MIA)

Other Relatives: Members of the Durendaire family

Pets: He has a half grown Behemoth ‘Pup’ that he affectionately named Rama. He also has a Dalamud Red Chocobo name Lucifer.

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Never, Lusaut has never taken to smoking and never really had the chance to fully learn about it since from a young age he was being trained day in and out how to be a killer by his father. He could take up smoking in the future however if convinced to try it. Drugs: While Lusaut does not take any sort of drugs, when he was being trained by his father he would on those occasions when the boy got to be ‘too wild’ he would give him minor hallucinogenic drugs to calm him down and bend him in the ways that he wanted him to. Alcohol: Wine, and that’s about it really. He doesn’t drink often and when he does it might simply be a glass or two and that’s it. For the most part he simply doesn’t have ‘time’ for such pleasantries really and drinking isn’t really something he cares about. Though much like smoking he could be convinced to try other brews if convinced to do so.

RP Hooks ––– –

Insert Hooks Here: Honestly, because Lusaut is a newer Muse for me and I’m still trying to think of ideas for general RP hooks while I ‘flesh him out’ so to speak I am more than open to things. For the most part, Lusaut is more or less a very dark oriented RP type in which he is cruel and doesn’t exactly act nice. So dark themed RPs are to be expected and are likely going to be the general area that I would lean towards for him. That isn’t to say that lighter Ups can’t happen or fluff, I am just tossing out the warning that Lusaut is an Evil character overall and thus dark themes come with his territory.

Insert Mature Hooks Here: Lusaut is very much into men only and because of that he will not be involved with women outside of simple meetings or in the best case scenario as friends/companions. He has not interest in women in regards to sexual intimacy. When it comes to him being involved with other men however it is purely because of carnal desires and nothing more. For the most part Lusaut will usually never return any sort of romantic interest because for him, sex is a thing that he needs to have every so often due to lust. The potential for romantic interest is there however but it will not be easy to obtain because Lusaut is very... cruel. On that note, he has a very big interest in larger males and specifically Au Ra.

Voidsent/Ascians/Primals: Lusaut has quite a bit of interest for the ‘darker’ things so to speak. Besides the fact that his lustful side of him has him attracted to larger men and Au Ra it also leads him to have lustful desires for the more demonic beings of the world that people tend to be fearful of. To him it’s a walk on the wild side and if he has a rather good time then he’s likely to return so that he can continue having such good times. Obviously he has to take caution with these things as he wants to avoid being possessed or tempered by these creatures.

Hook

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Contact Information  ––– –

For the most part Tumblr DM’s, Asks or Submissions are the best way to get my attention or to spark an RP. Other than that, Tells in game if I am online will also be a means to get into contact with me. If you wish to contact Lusaut in game please message me on Tumblr first before doing so. I do not share my Discord with people as it is a safe space for me and I prefer keeping it private to people that I feel are a good fit and good friends.

On that note I tend to be very shy and hesitant with RPing with people I have not RP’d with before. So please bear with me if I seem hesitant to RP with you if I do not know you, ESPECIALLY if it is a more mature RP. I am glad you enjoy my character(s) but I’m still learning how to be more involved in the community and not have major anxiety whenever I speak to new people. 

@mooglemeet | @ffxiv-crystal-rp

[sutekiyomitsu]

[TRANSLATION] Reflections from Itsukushima Shrine: Izuminokami Kanesada

[TRANSLATION] Reflections from Itsukushima Shrine: Arisawa Shoutarou as Izuminokami Kanesada

Commissioned by Angle @shqutarou!!

Please do not repost any of my translations.

You may also read this translation on my Wordpress here.

In between the ending of the Osaka performances of Bakumatsu Tenrouden and the [start of the] Tokyo Gaisen performances, there were rehearsals as well as the actual performance at Itsukushima Shrine. During the rehearsals where time was short, new songs were added, the choreography was changed, and the lyrics for the in-musical songs [that we had been singing in Bakumatsu Tenrouden] were also different; With so many things to do, it was honestly very difficult. But, the things that I gained from [performing at] Itsukushima Shrine trumped how difficult it was. In the first place, in the Bakumatsu Tenrouden performances themselves, we have to sing and dance while fighting in addition to acting, so the things that we have way too many things to memorise, and no matter how many times I did it, I felt like there wasn’t enough rehearsal time even as the curtains rose for the first day. Especially when it came to the songs and dances, I had a strong feeling that I was not good enough at these aspects yet. Under these kinds of circumstances, the [performance at the] Itsukushima Shrine drew closer, and the feeling that “if I just continue doing things the same way, it would be no good” got even stronger. As it is a commemorative performance that is also a dedication to the god of the shrine, I think that the opportunity to stand on such a stage isn’t presented to everyone, and not just anyone can stand on such a stage. I think that that was something that not just myself but everyone was thinking about, right? Of course, even up to this point, we were always trying to get better and better, but the Itsukushima Shrine performance was an especially high wall for us, and we had to strain our bodies even more than what we had been doing before; I realised that the teamwork of the Bakumatsu members also heightened [because of it].

For the Itsukushima Shrine performance, we encountered the choreography of Motoyoma Shinnosuke, who was in charge of Atsukashiyama Ibun. His choreography was completely different from the choreography by TETSUHARU-san that we had experienced in Bakumatsu Tenrouden… I had a really had time remembering it. It could said that it was considerably tough. It was because, not only was our rehearsal time limited, but our memory was bad. Speaking of Shinnosuke-san’s choreography, there is an element of sign language in it. Each movement has a meaning to it, and it was something new [to me] to have to express emotions beyond the realm of lyrics. In encountering Shinnosuke-san’s choreography for Itsukushima Shrine, I learnt how to convey a message to people through dance. Also, because we were together with the Sanjou members, the rehearsal venue was big. Even from before, when I started to be involved in this production, I always kept in mind not to lose to Atsukashiyama Ibun, so while watching their performance from nearby, my fighting spirit was ignited, and I became really motivated.

The power I felt from Itsukushima Shrine after the performance

Even among the various places we have performed Toumyu, the Itsukushima Shrine performance was the one I was the most nervous for. Even among famous artists, few people have had performances here, but we Touken Danshi are able to stand [on this stage]... Moreover, the elevated stage is a national treasure. It was the kind of place where we would repeatedly [tell ourselves] many times, “We definitely cannot let our swords fall on the floor or our scabbards hit the pillars and damage them”. I’m not a very anxious person, but for just this time, it was impossible to do things as we usually do them. I was surprised by the fact that I got to stand on the elevated stage with my own two feet, and by how close we were to the audience, which was different from [performing in] a normal theatre. Moreover, it was an outdoors performance, which was something I had not experienced before. Because I have never entered a stage with such stillness before, I could not even begin to imagine how the performance would be like even from the start [of the performance]. The thing that made me especially happy was being able to sing “Riyuu no Arika”. In the first portion of Bakumatsu Tenrouden, Horikawa sings it as a solo, and it’s my favourite song. To think that I would be able to sing that song together with Horikawa… Yuuki-kun is good at singing, so there was some pressure to match his performance, but it was only to that extent that I had very strong feelings.

During the Tokyo Gaisen performances after the Itsukushima Shrine performance had ended, many different people said to me, “You’ve gotten better”. Certainly, as the first day [of Bakumatsu Tenrouden] approached, we said to each other, “Let’s make sure we don’t go out of tune,” but it changed to “Let’s take care to stretch our voices,” and we started thinking about the feelings that are put into the lyrics and the nuances, and within myself, there was also a change in my awareness [of the music]. Doing it like that, I received many direct praises, and I thought, just from watching my surroundings, I have been able to grow, and I gained a lot of confidence from that. Up till now, I have not believed in spiritual things, but I think that things like the importance and power of national treasures may be real.

Because of his Kunihiro, I became my Kanesada

In addition to me building on my character, I think that I would like to treasure my relationships. After all, it’s the same no matter what type of role it is; often, the character can be seen in the types of relationships I have with the people around me and the types of conversations that I have. In such aspects, I build on things that would emerge in my physical appearance, like manliness. It was also like this for Izuminokami Kanesada. Before entering rehearsals, while I was reading the script, I heard that he is the sword of Hijikata, who was called the demon vice-commander, and he is strict to people and has an intimidating aura, and I thought, seen from the sidelines, he could be a scary character. But there are a lot of times when the other Touken Danshi, not to mention Horikawa, poke their noses into his business, and conversely there is also a scene where he meddles in Hachisuka’s affairs, and I thought, he is unexpectedly endearing. As a sword, he is, apparently, said to be [one of] the new members that appear in performance, so there is a side of him that is pampered.

In Bakumatsu Tenrouden, we appear in 3 pairs: Kiyomitsu and Yasusada, Nagasone and Hachisuka, and us (Izuminokami and Horikawa), but in the first portion of the musical, the focal point is the discord between the Kotetsu brothers and the conflict between Okita Souji’s swords, Yasusada and Kiyomitsu. Because of that, Yuuki-kun, the actor for Horikawa, said that as we have the part of moving the story forward, we need to be in a position where it feels as if we see everything that is going on. Just like that, little by little, that feeling was there as I thought about my role. When speaking of Izuminokami Kanesada, as expected, the first thing [that you’d mention] is his relationship with his partner Horikawa Kunihiro. When we were at the rehearsal venue, I would be with Yuuki-kun as much as I could, and in order to not lose to the other pairs, we deliberately tried to improve our communication with each other. Although, at first, because we are both shy around strangers, we were nervous and could not talk much. But, even outside of the rehearsal venues, Yuuki-kun would throw in one of Horikawa’s lines [in our conversations], and from there, as I returned it [with one of my own], we gradually began to talk freely, and as on the way back home we began to talk as Kanesada and Horikawa. After that, in order to make us feel like a pair [visually], even through our appearance, we discussed with each other how it’d be interesting if we two naturally synchronised our movements on stage and we practised it. When I was made to practice with Yuuki-kun, he taught me many different things, and I received a lot of encouragement from him. There were a lot of parts where he helped me, and it’s probably okay to say that, without Yuuki-kun’s Kunihiro, I would not have been able to be my Kanesada. Yuuki-kun… Watching him, even from the way he manages his private time, he’s a real professional. During rehearsals and even in the actual performances, he never wasted any time even when it was not our turn on stage. He would be at the wings of the stage, watching the play and practicing voluntarily while warming up [his body] and his voice. It was because everyone saw him doing that that everyone in the company relied on Yuuki-kun, and Kayano-san always told everyone, “Follow his example”. It was because he prepared that much that he was able to pull off a perfect performance on stage. I’m not yet able to catch up to him yet in terms of skill, but I think I will try to imitate his mental attitude and the time that he takes to prepare [for performances].

It has been one and a half years since my debut. Even though it has only been a short time since the start of my career, but I think this experience in Musical Touken Ranbu is, without a doubt, a turning point for me. The attitude of all the Touken Danshi towards [acting in a] play is amazing, and it made me think once again that plays are interesting. Especially Yuuki-kun and Torigoe-san, they treasure things that are created in that place [on the stage], and without changing the course of the story which has a base, they would [instead] change the way they act [as their characters] in every performance. As someone who was on the receiving end of this, I panicked at first, but in the face of such [methods of] acting, I remember the pleasant feeling of building my own acting on it, and I thought, “Acting in plays is like playing catch”, and it became even more enjoyable.

As expected, I gained a lot of things from [performing at] Itsukushima Shrine. With that experience, the way that I faced the stage has changed. Until now, I have broken down the goals before me one by one, but when it was decided that we would perform at Itsukushima Shrine, we were pressed by the necessity to set a target value at a level that had never been set before. Trying to do something like that, it felt like I was seizing something that was above anything that I imagined. I want to become an actor who is better at conveying emotions: That is my current high-level target. I think that, to reach that goal, I want to treasure each and every step as I advance forward.

Special thanks to @rz-jocelyn for helping with some of the lines and proofreading! ♡

[0poole]

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Good God.

I finally managed to watch the final episodes of the show, and even though it wasn’t the most pitch-perfect ending ever (and even though I skipped like all of the final season), I still gotta dish out my thoughts on the whole thing. It’s not my tippy-top most favorite show, but it’s definitely the one with the most lasting impact on me. I mean, considering it created one of the biggest fandoms of all time, I’m pretty sure I’m far from alone there.

Obviously have to start from the beginning. I think I got into MLP around the 2nd season, maybe in the middle of it but definitely before the 3rd. I don’t exactly remember, since it was so long ago, but the first two seasons might hold some of the most saccharine, mindless nostalgia of all. Every single episode holds some spot in my memory, even the filler episodes with the cheesy notes to Celestia at the end of them. Honestly those were adorable, even if they were the classic kid’s show trope of “Let’s explain the moral to the kids who don’t have half a brain” but it’s actually pretty charming. That’s nostalgia talking, by the way. Obviously. If I found a new show today that did that, I’d roll my eyes a little, and I probably did when I was first watching the show. 

But, it’s an understatement that this was my life. Of course, I was at that time of my life where one thing could very easily become my entire world, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t matter to me. The pretty solid, unchanging artstyle gave me an opening to try and draw it, and for years I exclusively drew ponies, and even when I had a human character, I’d only be able to draw them in pony form, so I ended up meshing their stories into fanfiction on how they could become ponies. My “Icon” character at the time, Satyr, was probably the first original character I drew, and I can still remember the exact drawing I made of him. Obviously a pony, he was sort of larger and masculine, conveniently blinking eye so I didn’t have to deal with that, basic hair/tail styles, and for some reason a jagged zig-zag pattern going laterally across his body, like those “How would a horse wear pants?” memes. I thought it was really good, so I kept going, and here I am ages later still drawing stuff. I couldn’t even bare to fully ditch the shitty characters I made (and I’m going to explain them without context because I just feel like it): Satyr got split into his immortal and prince-ly side; Diane, a manic serial killer, shrunk down but kept her impossibly anxious personality; Gaseous is basically all the same, except he doesn’t meet the rest of the crew in what parts of his story I know about; Sistenagon (here we go with the weird names, they don’t mean anything) still kept his (her? Don’t actually remember which I called it) wasp-y nature, except in the form of an insect-based fairy tribe leader; Stelerachyt, who I drew as a Diamond Dog, is still a big, fluffy, dog, but turned into a more regal and kingly type of person; and Myriad Alloy (the only one with an actual pony name) got a complete makeover, and actually became my favorite end result after all is said and done.

Like, I love ranting about these guys. They were basically my own Mane Six. And yes, Satyr TOTALLY dated Twilight. Why wouldn’t he? Main character a Main character. Plus, he was supposed to be me, and I totally wanted to hit that. I’m not ashamed to admit it.

I mean, I guess a big part of why I actually went down that path was because of the large fanbase. I didn’t begin with the beginning of the show, but I guess I came in with the first large wave, so all of the stuff I made got just enough attention to make me think people wanted to see what I was making. If I started out with OCs, no one would’ve cared, and I very well could’ve stopped.

Even apart from that, this show definitely kick started my downward spiral into femininity. I mean, it’s pretty self-explanatory. Everyone “knew” MLP as being something super shallow, only to be enjoyed by shallow little girls, then they pumped out Friendship is Magic and everyone else loved it, so I gave it a shot, and I loved it too. Obviously every fandom has the people who openly, irrationally hate them, but the whole thing was welcoming enough to keep it solidified in my mind, and bish bash bosh, it kept going and will probably keep going into eternity. It’s funny, even then I drew Satyr with the more feminine pony design (not entirely because drawing the male pony type was harder), so I was setting myself up for the future.

I guess this kind of gives me a window to talk about My Life as a Teenage Robot, because for as long as I could remember before actually watching the show, I seriously despised any instance of XJ9 I could find. If an image of her popped up on screen, I would close it faster than if it was porn found while around my parents. I don’t know why she was so harshly ingrained in my mind. You could argue I just hated “girly” stuff before I realized I actually loved it, and didn’t want to face my emotions, but I wasn’t exaggerating at all about that porn thing. I actually couldn’t look at her for more than a second. But, one day I decided to cave in and see what was up, and soon enough she became one of my favorite cartoon characters of all time.

Back to ponies, some of the content produced by the fandom also had some extremely fond memories in my mind. I think I still have some songs by The Living Tombstone and WoodenToaster on my MP3 player (partially because it’s just good stuff) and for some reason playing on MLP-themed TF2 servers was actually really fun too. Some notable fandom people reacting to recent episodes was a spectacle I always looked forward to, and I still am subscribed to Saberspark and Ratchet on Youtube after all this time, probably as well as various other people who are still there but haven’t posted anything since the settling of the fandom. I just remembered, Hotdiggetydemon probably qualifies for all that too, since his .Mov series was the talk of the whole fandom. That, and Friendship is Witchcraft. I had to re-look up the name of that one though, but I still loved it.

I guess I should play favorites, huh? Favorites was the one game everyone in the fandom played. 

Favorite episode: Can’t not be a tie between the 2-parters of Season 2. Discord is a riot, and Chrysalis is actually one of my favorite villain designs of all time. I’m a sucker for both shapeshifters and bugs, so you can’t expect me to not like her. Glad she rode the villain boat till the very end, although reformed Discord is definitely fine too. Plus, the rest of the Changelings turned anyway.

Favorite song: You expect me to not tie things up here? The Flim Flam brother’s Super Cider Squeezy 6000 is great, as are the brothers themselves, and I also love This Day Aria, since it’s the focal point where people realized this show seriously wasn’t just colorful, cute ponies. The Art of the Dress is also pretty catchy. 

Actually, just remembered. Under Our Spell might be it. Took me a while to remember the EQG stuff, but that song is seriously good, and unironically better than the generic dribble that somehow magically beat it.

Favorite background pony(ies): Vinyl and Octavia are a pretty cute duo, and with the killer duet in the Slice of Life episode, ya gotta love em. Funny thing, though: There’s this background pony that looks almost identical to my current self-insert pony OC, with purple hair and a grey coat, with a seemingly writing-based cutie mark and green eyes. He’s even a unicorn too. It wasn’t intentional, I swear.

Favorite CMC: Sweetie Belle is too much. Her little squeaks are too pure. I can’t take it. Applebloom has nice colors, though.

Favorite Princess: If you don’t say Luna you’re a cop

Favorite non-pony species: Obviously Changelings, but after their reformation the honors actually switch to the Kirins, just because of how cool they look. The Yaks are pretty fun too. Speaking of…

Favorite nu-Mane Six (or are they called the School Six? Whatever, you know what I mean): All Yona. And yes, I had to look up her name was, who cares? She’s adorable.

Favorite of the Pillars of Equestria: I honestly love that they made Starswirl an actual character in the show. For the longest time, people just assumed he would stay in the form of Twilight’s Nightmare Night costume forever, but then they actually made him real! That’s really cool.

Favorite Equestria Girls design: Once again, Sweetie Belle steals both this spot and my heart.

And, of course… Favorite of the Mane Six:

Honestly, it just depends on the mood I’m in. Not even remotely lying there.

Fluttershy would’ve been my answer way back then, since I was into the shy types. There’s definitely something still there. You can’t deny that she’s the most cuddly of them all.

Twilight might’ve been a tie for the top around then too, since I was also the too-smart-for-humanity type. That leads into you liking the “smart” ones. Plus, in the latter half of the series, she did feel like she was put one step above the rest of the cast. That kinda makes her feel slightly off, I guess. Still like her, though.

Pinkie Pie’s one of those that I can imagine liking, but if I ever actually had to deal with that much energy I might actually melt. And, not in that I’m-totally-in-love kind of melting. Literal, actual melting. 

Rarity, in terms of concept, is easily my favorite type of character for the show. On the surface, she’s the generic fashionista type that every girl’s show has, but instead of her being someone who “just makes clothes” she’s actually seriously hard working and goes through all the regular motions you’d expect from an artist. Turning such a cliche on its head and giving it a much more realistic image is perfect for this show. Also, she’s purple. I like purple.

Not much really needs to be said about Applejack. She really seems like the most logical one of the group, even at the very beginning. That’s great to have when everyone else is acting like spoiled/sheltered brats (at least, when she’s not acting that way either).

But, I really gotta be honest… I’m never really in the mood for Rainbow Dash. She’s like the opposite of AJ, where she’s always some degree of arrogant, and even though watching her achieve her dreams is nice, her big head gets a little annoying for side gags. Also, if you showed me a plain picture of the Mane Six, I would’ve told you she was the main character instead of Twilight, just because she stands out so much more. I mean, the show isn’t called “Twilight Sparkle: Friendship is Magic,” but still.

If you really want a straight answer, I’m in a Rarity mood right now, so I’ll go with that. It’s probably the safest bet, because, like I said, I do love purple. Not just purple, but purple AND white put together. One of my favorite color combinations. Just add a little gold, and you’re, well, you know...

But… Yeah. All good things had to come to an end. I feel like its time came. Plus, they ended the show with the little story book thing they did in the very first episode, so as far as I’m concerned the series is complete. It did its job, anyway.