#i'm still not used to writing in third person so sorry if any tense is fucked up

[celestialtrolls]

A Letter of Recommendation

Angel || Past || ~650 words

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When living in the countryside, with an extremely long commute to her school in the nearest town, Angel usually stayed on the school grounds for as long as the gates were open, taking advantage of the internet connection and waiting for the rush hour to end before even thinking about packing her bags.

This usually led to her being the only student left, and often she would be asked to move to sit in the headmistresses' office so that she wasn't left unattended as all the other teachers went home.

And so it had become routine, and usually the evenings consisted of sitting in a comfortable silence. The elder would be taking care of her business, filing documents or writing reports, and Angel would work on essays or research.

This evening, about halfway through her final school year, was a little different however. Earlier in the day, as the headmistress had been making her rounds into each of the classrooms, she had placed an envelope on Angel's desk.

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"A military university? Sorry Miss Diniav, but I'm not really interested in fighting."

"There's more to our fleet than just shooting at enemies. There are logistics, supply, developing technology, public relations - You would benefit from moving to a capital and attending."

The tealblood doesn't look up from her laptop as Myraki stands over her, typing away at an essay that is demanding her attention - an analysis into a series of cases led by a famous legislacerator of the past, a topic Angel had become intimately familiar with since choosing it for some of her coursework.

"Law is very competitive for tealbloods, and I have no doubt that you would succeed in the field, but you're bright enough that you could go into any industry. Everyone who graduates this university gets a position in the fleet - and a good position, if they seek it. Ones that pay more, are less dangerous, and you wouldn't have to work so hard as this."

A sweeping gesture at the laptop and the pile of books and folders on the desk punctuates the violet's sentence, and silence falls in the room as the keyboard taps pause. It's hard to discern Angel's expression through the curtain of hair covering the majority of her face, but her lips are pressed into a frown.

"You don't think I should be working hard?" Despite the frown, her speech on it's own is light, almost a laugh behind her voice.

"Don't misinterpret me on purpose." In contrast, the headmistress's tone is sharp enough to cut fabric, but Angel doesn't seem fazed. "But your teachers have expressed concern that you have allowed yourself to have an undeveloped social ability due to your uncanny focus on study. You're never seen speaking to your peers. You would benefit from a field where you are able to learn to balance your schedule."

Angel lifts her head, the frown now wider. Of all people to lecture her about 'social connection', she did not expect it to be the headmistress who had come into the school to straighten everyone out and focus on academics. On second thought however, the fact that she had been former Fleet, working in teams and with people working under her...

It makes sense that even she sees the value of other people. Annoying.

"I spoke to some of my former colleagues in Druzhale, and with my recommendation and a high score in the entrance exam, you could get a scholarship and move to the city. It is very rare for people from outside the city to get a placement there, do you understand? You will consider it."

The atmosphere in the room after such a lecture was heavy, and Angel did not begin typing again. Words gathered on her tongue, despite not being sure of how she felt, how she should feel, but sitting on a convoluted mix; maybe somewhere between anger and pride. But she swallows them all down, and shuts her laptop.

"I'll be heading home early."

[in1-nutshell]

Hi!! ❤️🇻🇳 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) love from Vietnam for u writing~

*Mention: A lil kill and violence here ಠ_ಠ*

So, I was cooking, and then...my mind come an ideal for Shattered Glass Au ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What happen when Megatron Daughter meet SG!Megatron!!

I images that, SG and Origin world got a portal connect two world together.

What reaction when Buddy first see SG!Megs? I think she gonna be scared and hid in her room.

What reaction when she saw SG!Megatron is a great patient, loving dad toward her just like OP?

Will she get close to him and call him "Dad"?

(I think SG!Megs gonna teary when he hear her call him that 🥹, I'm not cry...)

Because SG!OP very violence, to make SG!Megatron fight him in Cybertron.

OP decide to kidnap and kill small sparkling Buddy infront of SG!Megatron.

SG! Megatron: I'm happy...cause you still alive in this world, lil one...

(I'm not crying 🥲...nope...)

And what punishment will happen to Megatron when SG!Megatron hear he, himself in this world abused Lil Buddy while he supposed to cherish and protect her, not be her nightmare 🥲

SG!Megs: I'm sorwy...

Buddy: Not your faul...dad...

SG!Megs: *Tear split out of his eye* I'M NOT DERSERVE YOU!!! WOAHHHHH!!!

Oh!

Oh...

Oh...

Prepare any tissues at hand, they will be used.

This is my interpretation of SG! TFP, it may change in other works if the plot needs it.

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality meeting SG! Megatron

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hurt and Comfort, mentions of violence and death, nothing graphic though, Cybertronian reader

TFP

It was a normal day on base.

Buddy was watching a movie with the kids on the projector.

Bee and Smokescreen had just gotten back from patrol.

Arcee was talking with Optimus and Ratchet about something.

The Wreckers had managed to get Magnus to throw a lob after days of pestering.

Truly a lovely day.

Until the portal spawned in the center of the base.

“Oh, not this again!”--Buddy

Buddy shields the kids with her frame.

“What do you mean again!”--Miko

“Trust me this has happened more times than I would like to have! The travel is awful and the lands are worse!”--Buddy

“And that’s story to tell for another time!”--Ratchet

“How do we stop it?!”--Wheeljack

“You don’t! You either get sucked in or something—”--Buddy

BANG!

The light disappears.

“—something comes out.”--Buddy

There in the middle of the bases floor were three mechs sprawled out, groaning from their rough landing.

Three very familiar looking mechs…

Oh no…

The kids could feel Buddy shake at the sight of the newcomers.

The three mechs stood up and scanned their surroundings.

There was no doubt that they were Megatron, Starscream and Soundwave.

They had different paintjobs with similar frame structure, but that wasn’t what Buddy was focusing on.

She was focusing on the blue optics staring at her.

The blue optics she once looked into when she was a sparkling.

The blue optics of Megatron.

Buddy and SG! Megatron staring at each other.

Optimus and Ratchet immediately get in front of her.

Starscream and Soundwave stand up slightly in front of their leader who was just starting to stand.

Tense silence.

Megatron holds eye contact with Prime.

“We do not mean you any harm.”--Megatron

“And how do we know this isn’t a trick Megatron?”--Ratchet

Megatron looks at Starscream and Soundwave.

All three drop their weapons, surprising the Autobots.

“Megatron?”--Optimus

“As I said before. We do not mean you any harm.”--Megatron

“You are not our Megatron, am I correct?”--Optimus

Megatron nods.

“We come from an alternative universe. You seem to know my name as Megatron. This is my loyal Second in Command, Starscream.”--Megatron

“Two words I never thought I’d hear in a sentence.”--Smokescreen

“And my third in Command Soundwave.”--Megatron

“Hi!”--Soundwave

Almost everyone visibly jumps back.

“Did—did he just speak?”--Wheeljack

“Yeah? I talk all the time!”--Soundwave

“Sometimes more than usual Soundwave.”--Starscream

“Yeah. Sorry about that one time Screamy.”--Soundwave

Starscream shakes his helm fondly as Soundwave scratches the back of his neckcables.

“We come from a world that is near opposite to yours.”--Megatron

“How do you know that?”--Ratchet

“Our chief scientist, Shockwave was experimenting on the latest relic we managed to acquire from the Autobots. There was no telling what they were going to do with such a relic. Shockwave had enough time to tell us some of the basics before the blast came through.”--Starscream

Optimus nods at the new information.

“How are you guys getting back home?”--Smokescreen

“Shockwave was making a failsafe in case something like this happened. In theory we should be back in a couple of hours. But seeing as he was halfway done with it when the flash came in… a week at most.”--Soundwave

Megatron turns to Prime.

“Will you allow my mechs and I a place of refuge until then?”--Megatron

Prime thinks before agreeing.

Optimus in turn begins to introduce himself and the rest of the team.

He named Buddy last.

This certainly had gotten a reaction from the three Cons.

“This is Buddy, our archivist and technical support of the team.”--Optimus

All three mechs stare a bit at Buddy.

Soundwave kneels down and gently pats Buddy’s helm.

“It’s--it’s good to see ya kid.”--Soundwave

He stands back up, making room for Starscream to kneel.

He offers her his servo to shake.

Buddy shakes it hesitantly.

Starscream just smiles.

“Pleasure to meet you Buddy.”--Starscream

Buddy took the first step towards this Megatron.

It wasn’t the fact that he took a step backwards that surprised her the most.

It is his optics.

Fear.

Sorrow.

Regret.

Hope.

What happened to him?

Buddy slowly approached the giant and held out her servo.

Slowly he grabbed her servo.

It was shaky.

Nothing like the strong death grips she had grown accustomed to.

After the exchange it was settled that the three Decepticon’s would stay until their Shockwave got them home.

It was extremely tense around the base.

Starscream, strangely, got along well with some of the bots. This just surprised them when they found this Starscream to be way more tolerable than the one they knew.

For one, he wasn’t trying to kill Megatron ever second.

Starscream was surprised to hear his counter part wanting to do that to his leader.

He would never try and do that to his Megatron!

He was also caring to others, which was another shock to the team.

Bumblebee trips on a stray cube, slightly skinning his knee.

“Oh! Here let me.”--Starscream

Starscream pulls out a mini mesh kit to fix the joint.

Confused Bee noises intensifies.

Soundwave got along best with the kids and younger Bots.

It was only natural.

There almost wasn’t a second where he wasn’t making some sort of noise, whether it be music or talking, much to Ratchet’s dismay.

It was rare to hear him go silent.

He has mixed feelings about his counterpart’s silent but deadly behavior.

Mainly because he can’t stand so much stillness, ironic being the master spy he was.

Soundwave and Miko jamming out to some rock ballads.

Ratchet looking with horror from afar.

“Oh Primus… there’s two of them now…”—Ratchet

Megatron stays mostly by Prime’s side as the two would have nice talks.

He was the slowest to be integrated into the group.

He did ask about his counterpart, but he noticed that no bot would outright talk about his alternative whenever Buddy was in the room.

There were always side glances towards Buddy’s direction.

Worried glances.

One thing each of the Decepticons noticed fast was that Buddy was never left alone with any of them.

Usually, she was accompanied by a bot or two.

But whenever Megatron came, it almost doubled in numbers.

Soundwave was the one who brought it up one day as he plopped down next to her.

“So, Buddy… how’s your Megatron doing? I mean why haven’t we seen him with you?”--Soundwave

“We aren’t exactly… on talking terms Soundwave.”--Buddy

“How come?”--Soundwave

Buddy looks over at Soundwave and the other Con’s nearby.

“I think you might want to sit down for this.”--Buddy

They quickly sat down by Buddy, as some of the other bots sat down close by.

She knew why, but she continues.

She took a vent in before telling them her story from the beginning.

From the moment Megatronus found her.

From the times she remembered being in Orion Pax’s care.

From the times she was snuck into the gladiator quarters.

From when she met Soundwave and the minicons.

From the Senate meeting.

From the last time seeing Orion and Ratchet.

From when the war started.

From when the training had begun.

From when Megatron left, leaving her to control the army.

From Megatron’s return with the Dark energon.

From Megatron’s worsening training and ideals.

From Megatron’s second death and her having to take care of the army once more.

From Starscream’s ideals and the pushing.

From Megatron’s return.

From The Slash.

From the worse training to date.

From Soundwave snapping.

From Soundwave giving Buddy away to Prime.

The Decepticons had gone silent.

Soundwave was the first to reach out for a hug.

It felt familiar, yet different.

Starscream was the next.

Who knew Starscream could give out good hugs?

Then Megatron…

After a pause he asks if it was okay to hug her.

Buddy had leaped into his open arms before he could finish the sentence.

She buried her faceplate into his neck cables hugging tightly.

Megatron hugged tight too but minded his strength and size.

He gently stroked her back.

“I’m… I am so sorry Buddy.”--Megatron

Buddy lightly hiccupping in Megatron’s neck cables.

“I am so sorry little one.”--Megatron

Buddy finally faces Megatron.

“It—It wasn’t your fault. You had—had nothing to do with my Megatron’s actions.”--Buddy

“…”--Megatron

“…Something happened to my alternative, didn’t it?”--Buddy

“…Yes…”--Megatron

That was when he told her about his Buddy.

From when he found her in the alley.

From raising her with his friend Orion Pax.

From meeting Starscream and Soundwave.

From the Senate meeting.

From the last time she would see her uncle Orion storm out of the chamber.

From the time Nemesis Prime had arisen.

From the time she had been a shining beacon of hope amongst the soldiers.

From the time she disappeared.

From the time Soundwave and him found Prime holding her by her neckcables, struggling out of his grip.

From the pleas.

From the last ‘love you’.

From the blast of the cannon.

From holding his daughter’s offlined corpse in his servos.

From moving to Earth.

From the continuation of the war.

Buddy only hugged him tighter.

He needed it.

They both needed this more than anything.

It was at that moment the light came through.

It was time for them to leave.

The Cons saying their good-byes to everyone.

“If you ever end up in our universe, wouldn’t recommend it, feel free to ask for any of us! Maybe we can show you the base!”--Soundwave

“I’ll keep that in mind.”--Smokescreen

“Thank you again for your hospitality.”--Starscream

“You’re welcome Starscream.”--Optimus

The Cons turn to Buddy, each giving their own long hugs.

Megatron and Buddy give the longest hugs.

“Stay strong little one.”--Megatron

“Same to you, big guy.”--Buddy

Megatron and Buddy give each other one last look before the three walk to the light and vanish just as fast as it came.

They both knew that the alternative couldn’t replace the other, they lost to time. But it still felt good knowing that somewhere in the universe, one was alive and well.

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 63 // The Downburst: Part 2 // Day 47

Contents (Warnings): The Downburst part two (No tags today, sorry!). Read full chapter on - A03

Wordcount: 4.000+ (A little rough)

Side note: This will contain experimental writing; first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. All their text will be italicized for those third-person moments, with the characters' names in Bold at the start and their thoughts in Bold. There may be other characters I write for using this.

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(Nov. 11th, Friday)

Alexander

He took a breath and a sip of his drink. He couldn't believe the pack followed him out onto the balcony. He thought he'd escape the party for a while, because he felt antsy. 

Not that he didn't like seeing Viola, but her partner was here too. And...her scent bugged him. As a frequent giver, her energy was higher than average for a human. So it was all the more tempting.

Speaking of, his body tensed when his nose caught another smell. His eyes shifted to the balcony on the other end; of course, shrimps out here too. He thought to himself. Sunday could not come soon enough.

"Wenna would not stop raving about her two new little sisters and little brother," Viola said with a chuckle. "I never would imagine it would be Lynette. It means someone has to start being nicer to her." Viola glanced up at Alexander.

Why does everyone assume I'm fucking evil. I don't even do much to her. Alexander rolled his eyes with his crossed arms. His eyes went from the now-empty balcony to Elise again.

Drake bobbed his head, "Mhm...Lynette's my sister-in-law..." He took a sip from his cup. Drake seemed like he still couldn't get over it. Alexander leaned his back on the balcony.

"You all seem to know her before this," Koi said, whipping a few crumbs from her pastry off her shirt.

"She works with us," Viola mentioned, then smiled at Drake and Alexander, "And now this all makes sense as to why she-"

Drake held worry. Viola realized what she almost started to say and continued. 

"Was so powerful." Viola was briefed on the lie.

Koi raised a brow. "uh-huh..." There was a suspiciousness in her tone.

Elise gave Alexander a small wave. He didn't realize he had looked at her longer than he should have. Viola narrowed her eyes at Alexander.

"Don't you get any ideas, or I'll throw you off this balcony." It sounded like a soft threat but a real one, regardless.

Alexander grumbled, "I wasn't." I'm not going to eat any guests at the party. I'd never hear the end of it from my dad, Edgar, and Ulysses. He grumbled. He knew Wenna would join in scolding him for fun. Regardless of his hunger, he had a lot of energy to keep himself together, and...he didn't even feel like playing games.

"It's okay, Viola. If he needs it, I'll be happy to help." Elise offered.

Alexander shuddered. He didn't want to turn down an offer. 

Viola lifted Elise and tucked her under her arm, "Alexander does not deserve you. Let's go."

Elise laughed as she was carried by Viola, "sorry, Alexander!"

His stomach growled lightly. He hated when Elise teased him with offers. Why did Viola have to be with a human.

"You ate before the wedding," Drake remarked. He heard Alexander's stomach.

"Yeah, and you drank before it, your point." He gestured to the glass of blood Drake had.

Drake just sipped it, ignoring him.

Koi rested back near the balcony entrance, "how has that been going for you, Drake? Wenna told me you've been drinking a lot lately. Are you practicing magic again?"

Drake pretended he didn't hear the second question, "It's not a big deal. I'm fine."

Alexander turned to Drake, "Have you?" That explains your push for the training this morning. 

"Drop it, Chase," Drake replied.

"This isn't about the whole-"

Drake flicked his head to Alexander. He was about to speak, then pursed his lips like he kept something to himself. Then he forced a smile and chuckled. "Are you scared I'm gonna catch up?"

Alexander knew there was more, but Drake continued.

"I'm gonna get another drink." He went back inside.

Alexander faced away, looking out and over everything on the balcony. Annoyed. Even the breeze seemed to mock him as it picked up speed throwing his bangs under his glasses to poke his eyes. 

"Did you guys have a fight recently?" Koi asked.

"When do we not fight?" Alexander said, without much effort to joke.

Koi patted his shoulder. She could tell he wanted to be left alone, "Be nice to each other." She said, going too. She knew he wouldn't tell her anything if she pried. 

He let his eyes look over the maze in front of their balcony. 

Drake's getting antsy, Lynette's now going to be part of the family, I got her brother to worry about, and Ulysses and Charletta are...bound.

His eyes followed those near the maze, speaking of the shrimp. He figured she was going with her brother, then he recognized that cyan hair. You're fucking kidding. Ace? He didn't know why Ace would be going anywhere alone with Lynette. 

Maybe he wants to take her energy? Alexander questioned in his head, then sneered. "You go off stupidly alone, and your brother's nowhere to be found." 

He shrugged; not my problem. If he does something to her, that's Wick's fault, not mine...

Alexander watched them disappear within the hedges and took another sip of his crested alcohol. It had a contorted, bitter tea-like flavor that he didn't enjoy. Yet he drank it for the energy and similar buzz. 

The stormy light blue eyes tracked the others moving from the bonfire. His dad and Edgar are in the distance. He wondered why they were coming back. 

He shut his eyes and exhaled aloud before chugging down the rest of his tankard. 

It didn't help much. He pulled his eyes away and then noticed Ace again. Except he's alone. Where's the shrimp?

She wasn't lagging behind Ace. He squinted at the maze. He probably drained her and left her there all by herself. 

He turned around to forget about it and stopped, his legs twitching. She'd be fine...no if they found out I just watched- 

Fuck.

Alexander flipped back, ran forward, letting go of his empty drink, and jumped off the balcony. His feet slammed onto the ground, creasing his dress shoes. He bolted into the maze, following her scent. He didn't smell any other threats, but that didn't totally denote the possibility of another monster being there.

If she got herself fucking eaten, I'm leaving her ass. Let Wicks handle it. Since he wants to act like I'm the worst... 

His chest hurt at his thoughts. He couldn't get the image of his dad out of his head. He continued forward. Her scent got sweetly stronger the closer he got. It didn't help his hunger at all. And after he turned one more corner, he reached her.

...

Wicks

"BOSS!" Garter called, slammed into Wicks, and the lanky male picked up, surprisingly possessing far more strength than he looked to have. 

Wicks gave up in the hug and hung there. He whispered, "I said you don't have to call me boss."

Garter laughed a devious snicker and let Wicks go. He was a whopping 6'8, skinny tree-like lad with long dark hair, though his vibrant crystal blue eyes were where his real personality shined.

"Sorry, I'm late! BUT listen to this we got a lead on...you know who.~" Garter nudged at Wicks.

He immediately turned left to right to see the few guests dancing nearby. "Not the-" He knew Garter's excitement would lead to him spilling the beans. Wicks then got behind Garter and started to push him towards the stairwell. "Outside." 

Wick's eyes scanned over the floor. He didn't see Lynette right away. He figured it'd be fine...it wouldn't take that long. Besides, he didn't know how much she wanted to be around him.

He started to walk with Garter down the stairs. "I told you to take a break, Garter."

"I did. It was nice. I was enjoying the finest of kid cuisines." He said with a smile.

Wicks smirked, "That's not the finest."

"It is to me, most human food, you put WAY too many spices. It completely overpowers everything." He had a slight disgust on his face, then smiled and continued, "But human frozen dinners are mostly perfect." He said, swaying back and forth as they made it to the lobby downstairs. It was pretty empty. But he wanted somewhere a little more secluded. 

They went outside the back and around to the fair corner of the building, the same size as the maze. They ensured no one was around, and Wicks did the "lay it on me" gesture.

"I found one of those seller's hideouts, and they seem to be working with Andras." Garter clapped his hands together, "So we can stake it out, we catch him, I can use my eye get information from them and-"

"Why couldn't you tell me this at the office? This is not the place to mention that name. Remember their families involved with him."

"Someone from the agency is also helping supply his people with fake licenses." Garter's tone drifted, "I don't know who. They have to have a higher rank, at least a class 2 like you, but if they're higher, they'd be a real problem." 

Wicks smirked, "And you didn't tell the head?"

"She knows. She was the one who explicitly told me to tell you in person. She doesn't think they're part of the chaos unit, but mine, recon." Garter sighed.

"Did you tell her my sister just got married?"

"Yeah."

"And she still wanted me to hear about this now." Wicks shook his head but didn't look mad, "This is why I told you to take breaks, Garter." No, don't worry, I didn't have enough with that Cerberus run-in or "The Pure" group. He sighed, "So come on, tell me the rest."

...

Alexander

He could see the tears streaming down her face, outlining its shape. Why the hell is she crying? He gave a few light huffs, settling down as Lynette spoke.

"What are you doing out here, Xander?"

Alexander quickly gave an excuse. "I wanted to take a jog and get some air...why are you out here?"

He saw her poor attempt at a smile as she continued to look down, "I needed some fresh air too."

"You should head back to the party," Alexander said.

She chuckled. It sounded strained. "I will soon, don't worry. Enjoy your jog."

Alexander squinted heavily at her. He approached, but she didn't flinch like she usually did. He wanted to grab her and drag her back.

"Are you going to stupidly stay out here?" I know you will. You have one of the strongest magic families protecting you.

"Enjoy your jog." Her voice held nothing. 

If I fucking grab her now, then what? She'd tell Wicks. So what do I do? Leave her here? He wanted to leave. But if something happens to her, he'll blame my ass because he'd be able to sense I was here, wouldn't he?

He took a deep breath and lied. "I need a rest anyway."

He sat beside her on the bench.

He hoped she'd get up, tell him she'd just head back. She didn't. And he didn't understand why. What the hell happened? He didn't see a point asking or even know how to ask. 

He followed where she stared at her soaked flowery pink dress. Its fabric stuck to her tights underneath from the water her eyes expelled. 

The silence irked him. Neither of them said a word to the other. He didn't even bring his phone with him, Wenna borrowed it after the little dance. 

"I wish I brought my drink," Alexander said to the scrunched up Lynette. She kept her legs and feet close to herself. 

It took her a moment before she undid her form and bent down. She reached for the glass she put beside her and brought it up to him. "Here."

Alexander took it in his hand. Wine. He could smell the scent of it and stopped before he drank.

It was only about a two week relationship. But in those two weeks he said more to that Kitsune than he should have...

I'm fucking stupid too.

"You know, you were pretty idiotic to tell Drake, of all people, about the journal." Alexander chuckled to himself. His eyes studied the wine. "He told me what it contained the first day of the festival."

He started to swirl around the wine in the glass. It reminded him of tiny waves.

"Did you think I'd get some dumb ideas from it?" He rolled his eyes at the thought. Mara was crazy, lying, and manipulative.

"What she said before we fought and what I saw solidified it in my head. I knew what the journal would say..." He quit swirling the red liquid, the waves crashing at the edges. He didn't realize he was spinning it too quickly. 

"I don't understand why you'd try hiding it from me." That's the only reason I can think of. You think I'd try to do the sick, useless things she'd do to you, like- The thought made him shiver. Humans tasted fine without anything. 

He dropped his shoulders, "You hated the deal, and I would have been fine reading something I already anticipated..." His voice trailed off again. She knew too much about me. The dreams thickly moved in his mouth and forced his lips to whisper out. "Or maybe not."

He pulled himself away from the wine. His eyes panned to her slowly, and he let out a sigh, "regardless of the annoying outcome..." his voice muttered, "Thank you for doing that."

His eyes met hers, Lynette's glistened, filling with tears once more, and her lips curled up with a wobbly smile. What did I say? Why are you doing that?

Her voice left in a soft croak, "You're welcome."

He started to take note of the closeness and her size again. Don't look at me like that.

He took another breath, quickly turned away from her, and chugged the drink. He turned his head in disgust, "This isn't crested."

"Huh?"

"It's an energy-made drink that evaporates in the body and leaves a nice feeling, somewhat like alcohol." He remarked as he finally got up. I have to digest this later.

Alexander stood up, "Now come on, Shrimp. If your brother decides to look for you and sees us together, he'll kill me."

She shakily got up as if she hadn't stood on her two feet before. His body jerked, ready to catch her if she fell on reflex. She didn't. 

"My brother's way too nice to do that." She said, walking beside him when she got her footing. He went slow for her.

Alexander chuckled and turned to her, "You're fucking kidding." He had a smile on his face seeing the naivety in her response. "You're brother's a psycho."

"Says the human eater."

He rolled his eyes as he turned another corner with her, "Ha, the shrimp is also going to give me shit for that, too, huh?" 

Now I know where she gets it, Wicks. 

"If people have been telling you stuff about it, then that probably means it's a problem."

Alexander smiled as they reached the maze's end, "Tell me every little thing you got because I'll just pay you back for all of it on Sunday."

There it was, her slight jump. "That's what I'm talking about; you're crazy."

Crazy. You've met crazy, and so have I. You're just difficult and should just-

"LYENNTE!" Wicks's voice reached Alexander's ears. He turned his attention to the force that came hurling at them. Wicks made sure to get between them and held Lynette. "What are you doing alone with that thing?"

"Thing?" Lynette's confused.

Alexander growls, "Fuck you too." He flicked off Wicks and walked toward the party building again. He passed a tall, long-haired stranger with Wicks, who he didn't recognize. The stranger raised his hand in a friendly gesture. Alexander didn't wave back, but he shouted, "TAKE CARE OF FUCKING SISTER." 

...

Ulysses

He returned from the bonfire to get a few drinks for everyone. Standing by the table near the stairs, he saw Ace come along. He smiled at him.

"Hey, there you are, I sent Koi looking for you earlier, and she couldn't find you. I'm heading back to the bonfire..." His smooth tone slowed. He rarely saw Ace look so frustrated. "Family issues?"

"Why didn't you tell me Lynette was a human?"

Ulysses almost dropped a drink. He fumbled with it but kept his grip. He placed it down. He tried to play it off, "What? She's a Payton."

"She admitted that she was adopted, and you knew. I can't believe you wouldn't tell me." Ace started to pour himself some crested drink. 

"She told you?" I thought Charletta told her not to. "Well, you shouldn't say that so loud."

Ace scoffed, "Why? They shouldn't have adopted a stain if the family didn't want to ruin their reputation."

Ulysses stopped making the drinks too. He turned back to Ace. "That's my wife's sister."

"Then why would they act like she's something she's not? They're embarrassed by her." Ace said, "I might as well scream it from the heavens."

Ulysses's shoulders raised, "What is your problem? You will not talk about my family in front of me with such disrespect." He felt a tenseness in his chest. 

"My problem?" Ace smashes the glass in his hand, and the shards fall. "You want to act like your all that because you got to marry the perfect prodigy incubator." 

Ulysses's eyes widened before they sharpened and came down. His teeth slammed together. He had heard this from Ace once before but had yet to repeat it since then. Since the last time, Ulysses told Ace to never disrespect Charletta again. 

It had been fine since, but that was a long time ago. Ulysses then smiled, twisting with their curl. He threw his arm around Ace and whispered while he was close. 

"You may be stronger than me in magic, but if I hear one more dumb word come out of your mouth before you leave, I will not stop until I remove your tongue and vocal cords." Ulysses gripped harder as he could feel Ace pull. "Do not ever do anything against my family, now go." He let go. 

Ace pulled away, and his eyes glowed, then faded as he scanned the room. His lip raises with a snarl, but he turns around and goes to leave, bumping the table as he does. 

Ulysses' hands were trembling. He had a history with Ace. Other than that, he might have lost it. He took a deep breath in, then, after holding it in for a few seconds, he released it. He grabbed the glasses and put up his smile. 

He passes Alexander coming in and invites him to the bonfire. Alexander declines, saying he's going to find Drake first.

...

Drake

Why was the empty tankard on the balcony? He groaned in his thoughts. He went down the staircase into the main lobby below, the wedding hall behind him, and to either side were hallways that led to dressing rooms.

He thought he heard Pete's heartbeat down the right.

Is he with his dad? I don't hear his... Drake slowly and silently went down the empty hall, passing a room or two before he arrived at the groom's dressing room. He listened at the door. 

He heard his own dad's voice. "Pete's."

"I can't act all happy, aren't you worried? Now Ulysses is involved with all of this." Pete's voice was a whisper, yet it held such anger.

"We've talked about this-"

"WE were there; you've seen what they've done! Those children helped destroy Yexodele." His voice trembled. Drake had only heard Alexander's Dad's anger one other time.

What are they talking about?

Edgar stammered, "Pete's, if they had bad intentions, why pick my family? We aren't powerful."

"Why else, Danee? She's involved with many other monsters. She's built connections and foundations among them. They want to destroy it all again." Drake could hear a loud THUD along with Pete's declaration.

There was a silence between them. Drake could hear the rapid beats from Pete's. They were so loud they almost started to deafen Drake. Then his dad's hum came through.

"We have to move on; I can hear it from them. I don't think any of them really mean harm." It went quiet for another second, "if they do, I'll handle it."

"You or I together can't win, and you know that." Pete's replied.

"I'll do anything to protect my family. You wouldn't be fighting for my mistake."

"Don't start with me, Eddie. You know I'd die for you first."

His father laughed, "Just for that, out of spite, I'll die first." There was another sigh as they kept throwing jabs at one another, "We should head back. I don't want Danee to storm the halls and assume things when she sees us alone together."

"It's understandable..." The flirtatious joke left Pete's mouth, "You do love to take advantage of your prey alone, don't you, Eddie?~"

Drake scrambled to get off the wall near the door. He hurried down the hallway and back toward the exit as he heard his dad yell at Pete's for the comment. He ran and almost crashed into Alexander, who had entered the lower level main lobby. 

They both spoke in unison, "Where the fuck have you been?"

...

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[phantex1708]

[M4M] Fantasy/Historical Roleplay Plot List (Discord only)

Hello, all! Looking for somebody to roleplay with through discord. I’ve been wanting to do a couple of different storylines, so I will share my ideas here! I’ll keep the descriptions short and sweet, as I like to work out any details with whoever I’ll be writing with. Also, I write semi-lit to advanced-lit with proper grammar and punctuation (sorry, it’s a pet peeve of mine) in the third person, past tense. I know that I go back and forth between past tense and present tense in this post, but that’s only because I'm writing descriptions, not the actual story! One last thing, keep in mind that I am totally open to changes in the plots! Don’t feel shy about telling me any ideas you may have!

Siren/Merperson and Sailor: Faolán is but a humble fisherman who spends most of his time out at sea. Having been a pirate stowaway in his angsty teen years, he still knows how to take care of himself out in the great open blue. His livelihood is selling his catches, and he doesn't particularly care for the job, but it keeps him fed and stable. One morning, he wakes up to find a not-so-happy merperson caught up in his nets. However, Faolán has no idea what to do. He’d never even seen a siren before, much less dealt with one directly. Even if he’s a grumpy, bitter man, he can't stand to leave any creature helpless like that. So, he cuts them free. What happens next is up to you and your character! (Alternative: I could use my merman, Ennius, and you could use your own sailor character!)

Reunited Childhood Friends (TW for abuse, familial death): Cody was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His whole life, he’s been a petty, privileged noble, gold in the eyes of the public. The only downside was his horrible living situation as a young child. His father, although he ran one of the most successful dairy production companies, was a cruel man who often beat him and his mother. Sometimes, he would run off from home to catch a break, and he would find himself in the company of one person each time. In truth, they were an unlikely friend, as nobles speaking with peasants was often seen as an abominable thing. Slowly, the two grew closer, becoming good friends; Cody would sneak out when he could to visit them, and they would go to meet him each time. One day, however, this friend of his stopped meeting him. In fact, he couldn't seem to find them anywhere. Of course, this left him feeling devastated and alone all over again, but there was nothing he could do; his only true friend had left, for one reason or another. The rest of his childhood wasn't much better. The beatings continued, and his father was only becoming worse. It wasn't until, when he was only sixteen, he snapped and killed the wretched man himself. This didn't go without consequence, however, as his mother nearly turned him in to the authorities, and she would have, if she hadn't become ill and passed away shortly after. Years later, Cody is now bitter and hateful. He owns the dairy company and he makes good money, but he lives a lonely life, one where he pushes away nearly everyone with his prickly nature. Imagine his surprise when his old childhood best friend decides to pop into town for a visit. They, unfortunately, are not at all welcomed back. Instead, Cody makes it clear that he resents them for leaving him right before the most difficult period of his life; he wants nothing to do with them. Of course, that’s a lie. He still cares about them deeply, but he’s hurt and reluctant to open up again. (This takes place in 1800s France, by the way!)

Royal Arranged Marriage: Sahknu, a known kingdom of elves, and (your fantasy country/any fantasy country of mine that you would like to use) have been at war for decades. The fighting has clearly taken its toll on both countries, leaving them with little supplies and thousands upon thousands of soldiers dead. Eventually, both leaders realized that they needed to put an end to this one way or another. And, to do that, King Akkar offered his youngest son’s hand in marriage, Voron. This wasn't much of an outlandish offer, as Sahknu had no care for sexuality binaries, as long as there would at some point be a blood-heir from the royal (not the goal of the roleplay, by the way; this is just an explanation of the cultural aspect). Prince Voron is a shy and timid man, not much of the fierce leader his father proclaimed him to be. He is very book-smart and has a passionate love for science and literature. Now in this unfamiliar kingdom, Voron is homesick and nervous.

Hunter and Naga: Nkosi is a fierce naga from desert regions. He is known to hoard stolen treasures in his burrow, attacking anybody who dares come close to his home. Unfortunately for him, the locals no longer want him there and have called for a monster hunter to deal with him. He is unaware of this and doesn't know what’s to come. Although, he certainly won't be happy about having his home trespassed once again.

Plague Doctor and Apprentice (heads up for serial killer-y vibes): Doctor Emyr Idris is well-known for his… interesting treatments for the plague. He is often called brutal, and borderline cruel. There are rumors that he is no doctor at all, just a man who wants to pick apart people out of morbid curiosity. Still, he is a mentor to his lively apprentice, and their difference in personalities balances well. Emyr, to his own surprise, finds that he is slowly taking a liking to them. (alternative: I could use my own apprentice character Alwyn and you would use your plague doctor!)

Let me know if any of these interest you, and if there are any changes you would like to make! I will say right away, I don't at all mind NSFW elements, I will totally write it, but I don't want smut to become the entire storyline. Anywho, please send me a chat if you’re interested!

[kingdom-confections]

🛡️ Rules 🛡️

1- I will only roleplay with mutuals (people who follow me and whom I also follow)

2- Treat me and other muns with respect. Don't start or join any drama or conflict. If you have a problem with me or someone else, talk to us privately or block us.

3- Roleplay will only be done outside DMs. We don’t want in-character text would be lost inside out-of-character text, do we?

4- Before jumping into roleplay, plotting is recommended but not required. If you are stuck, leave it to me!

5- I’m very patient with replies, so please take all the time you need. However, keep in mind that if a month goes by and you haven’t yet responded in our thread (but replied to other people, ghosting me), then it will be dropped. No pressure, just don’t leave me hanging if you want to go on a long hiatus or disappear entirely from the internet. If you're losing interest in the thread we're writing, please let me know so we could start another one. But if you want to end our interaction altogether, I won't stop you, and I hope you find a better partner than me.

6- Absolutely no NSFW with any of my muses.

7- Do not godmod. You control your muse(s), I control mine.

8- I RP using third person. Either present or past tense, depending on the context.

9- I don’t intend to write any fight scenes yet, as I'm learning to do so. Sorry to disappoint you.

10- My posts on average are usually single-para or longer, but I have nothing against one-liners if they are the only type of writing you are comfortable with. Just write at least one simple sentence and you’re good to go! (Still, I need information to work with. Apply the “Yes, and..” method. When I pass the ball to you, don’t keep it to yourself and wait for me to take it back!)

More rules will be added depending on the situation!

[tialys]

Hey, I'm Noeul, 26, they/she/he, MST Arizona. Author of 15 years, artist and roleplayer, here and there. Wanting to get into collaborative writing again after dealing with a recent breakup, it helps me cope tbh. I'll try to keep things concise.

- First things first because this is very important: I'm extremely hesitant on romance, in that shipping my characters with yours. Toxic past partners and me already pairing my ocs together, I'm sorry but I'm trying to be a bit more open with it. Just don't come at me wanting do strictly romance, and we can talk. (This isn't a "no", I'm still willing to discuss it, but it can't be the central focus)

- Please always assume that I'm busy; I work security and have to manage a healthy work-life balance. I might not always be around to chat, and my responses to the RP can vary from once every other day to once a week. I'll let you know of any changes, though.

- That said, I DO love to get to know each other! I might not be as verbose and I can tend to come off apathetic, but I love sharing playlists, memes, art, pinterest boards, what-have-you. Don't be afraid to send me anything not pertaining to the RP.

- I am primarily a multi-para to novella writer, and my style of writing can lean more into the cryptic, flowery and poetic range, third-person past-tense. It is just my flavour of creativity, and I don't expect you to be as verbose/detailed. Really.

- I exclusively use my own OCs, and don't make new characters for the RP. No exceptions. They can all be altered and whatnot to fit virtually any plot/setting though, I tend to keep their relationships to each other the same however. The vast majority of them are also trans/nonbinary.

(I also have a lot of cop OCs, so if this is a trigger for you or makes you uncomfortable, it's best not to interact with me)

- I love found family, and I love large casts of characters! I can do one char against one char, however I tend to struggle as I enjoy bringing in my other OCs throughout the story to spice things up. Again, I'm an author, so it really shows after a while, lol.

- I don't much for boundaries/triggers, I just ask you don't powerplay and try to take over my characters. Please do let me know of your limits!

- I absolutely adore sci-fi, urban fantasy, high fantasy and dystopia. High-action, drama, dark and gritty are my go-tos, but I also enjoy more lighthearted and hopeful themes, things in-line with Studio Ghibli and whatnot. I primarily like to focus on my current main story (urban supernatural with a focus on the unknown, with an extensive history that I'm always more than happy to elaborate on), and have a handful of side projects/AUs that always need developing. If none of those suit your tastes, I am perfectly willing to make a new world and/or write in your universes!

- I'm really not into fandoms, aside from Star Wars and Destiny.

- I write over email > Google docs > Discord.

Feel free to reach out below, as I don't check this account often:

Discord: joonmyeon

Email: 1hyogie@gmail.com

Thanks for reading!

(Also, if you contact me, I'd appreciate a password [moon] in your message so I know you read this in full. Asking for romantic pairings off the bat will result in a block.)

[hecalius13]

Hi! How you doing? You can call me Hecalius 🔮, I'm a queer man, 22 years old (sensitive topic, not used to it yet).

So, direct to the point, not to waste your time—this is what I'm looking for.

18+ writers, please. Minors, do not interact.

MxM, MxNB, with me playing M. I have a preference for writing tops, or top-leaning switches.

My replies reach the character limit, and I can achieve that more than twice in the same reply, but it takes me time. I can also do something smaller, around 3–4 paragraphs, to help with the flow.

If you are looking for rapid-fire, I'm not your guy. I work full time and will soon start college, which means I will reply when I can. I try to deliver one reply per day or every other day.

OCxOC, CCxCC, CCxOC, if the plot captivates my attention, I will be willing to do any of them.

Past tense and third person.

Limits: Non/dub con, bestiality, incest, underage, anything involving pee or poo.

Now that you have read this and are still interested, please read the rest.

I mainly role-play MxM or MxNB (trans characters are welcomed), with me playing the M. My comfort zone is playing the top, and I've been wanting to experience writing a top leaning switch. If we do double, I’d be willing to do a MxF.

My writing style is 3rd person, past tense, and the thoughts of my character are 1st person (in italic, on Discord). I'm willing to provide a sample if you would like to see it before we start plotting, no big deal. I do reach the Discord character limit or end up really close to it.

I like NSFW, and if you are ok with it, I would like to add it to our plot. But if you don't, that's completely fine, and we either skip it or don't add it at all.

I would like to let you know that English is not my first language. I take extra care with my replies to make sure there is no typo, that every sentence makes sense, and that it's all grammatically harmonic, but sometimes something slips off my sight.

My time zone is GMT-3. I have a full-time job and will start college soon, so my schedule is tight and not always in my favor. I will try to squeeze a reply out of my brain every day or every other day. Rapid fire is not with me. Sorry for that, darling.

I'm willing to do OCxOC, CCxCC, and CCxOC; we can do a fandomless roleplay, an AU, follow canon, and everything else we might want. Here are some fandoms I'm in: Attack on Titan; DC, Batfam, and Superfam, a little of the Arrowfam; Demon Slayer; Dune; GOT; HOTD; Jujutsu Kaisen; Marvel; Naruto; Percy Jackson; Red Queen; Red, White, and Royal Blue; Supernatural; The Boys; The Hunger Games; The Wheel of Time; Voltron; Vox Machina; X-Men 97; and others. If the fandom you want is not here, please mention it. Perhaps I forgot to add it, or I will watch or read it.

Limits are the same as above: non-dub cob, bestiality, incest, underage, anything involving pee or poo. I have some NSFW limits as well, and we can talk more about it in private.

[fluffywhump]

What prev said, and I think part of the hate is not just first person but the trend in YA of first person in present tense. I have a personal gripe against that particularly but only because I feel like some books that used it could have been told much better using another type of narration. But even then, first person in present tense can still work really well, especially if you want your narrator to be relatively reliable.

I'm not sure what you mean by "weird," but first person can add to weirdness, and I always vote into leaning into the weird. I can forgive whatever choices in POV an author makes; I can't forgive an author apologizing in their writing for their own story. (I'm getting tired of the *nudge nudge wink wink* self-deprecating type of humor that's become trendy in media. I think pulling the audience into the joke can be done well, but often it just feels lazy or like the creator is already trying to talk to the people who will read their work in bad faith, and I think that sort of audience shouldn't get any amount of living space in a creator's mind.)

Sorry for the tangent, but I feel it's at least semi-related to the question, so it's staying.

Like goliathbeetle said, first person POV can feel harder, and if you haven't written it in a while, something I'm doing to help me with a first person POV project is taking one of my many unused notebooks and writing some entries how I feel like my narrating character would write them. My framing for his series is that he's writing from years after the events of the books, in order to help him process everything he'd been through and work through that trauma. So writing some journal entries helps me find his voice while also fleshing him and his relationships more.

Having said that, sometimes things happen. I have a different project that started out in limited third-person POV, but something about that is feeling like it's not the best fit for the story. It's just what I'm used to writing in. So that project has been set aside while I fiddle around with the narration and figure out what fits the story best.

However you feel fits your story best, go with that, but if more pieces fall into place as you're writing and makes it so that a different narration choice needs to be made, keep yourself flexible enough to play around and see what works -- including mixed POVs! Yes, this can be an even bigger turn-off for some readers and can be harder to pull off than using only first-person or only third-person throughout, but it can be done, and there are plenty of readers who are fine with any POV so long as the story itself is engaging.

Hey writing community, serious question:

First person narrator, thoughts?

I’m thinking of using that for my next book, because it’s a very strange story to begin with and I think it would really accentuate the themes of complicated personhood, the inherent discomfort of being perceived and interpreted by others, and also I think it’s fun to pair first person with an unreliable narrator.

On the other hand, I haven’t written first person POV since high school, and I am not confident I can pull it off at all. Plus, I know it turns off a lot of readers, and the story is already so weird in the first place that I worry that this one would really be written for an audience of a single person (me)!

So anyway I would like to get other people’s opinions ig

[dollwritesarchive]

Ohhh could you write something where she overhears/eavesdrops on barty and his friends talking about their opinions on muggle borns and barty says some mean stuff and that if it were up to him there wouldn't be any allowed in hogwarts and maybe sirius or regulus is trying to talk him round and tells him that his girlfriend is a muggle born she just uses her step dad's pureblood surname and barty puts on a calm demeanour to question reader and when she tells him the truth he has to try very hard not to lose his shit cuz he still loves her but now he doesn't want to and hes annoyed that she lied about her family, just like an angsty barty fic where he's conflicted on what he wants and is quite a bit of an asshole, no sexual content please, if you don't wanna write this that's obviously totally fine but I just had to ask cuz I'm dying in my barty obsession here ♡☆

i’m not the best with angst but this sounded fun! there’s lots of m*dblood, h*lfbreed, and other slurs for muggleborns that pure bloods seem to looove to use so keep that in mind when proceeding.

you were staring at the floor, so hard that you might carve the floor with the intensity of your gaze alone, and he was unable to sit still. he tried, you could tell he was trying, but his knee jumped to what you assumed to be the rapid thumping of his heart, and his eyes dart around the room, looking for anything except you to focus on. was he truly so angry that he couldn’t even look at you?

the astronomy tower was no doubt the worst possible place to follow him up to alone and past curfew for this conversation. you’d expected rage. for Barty to scream in your face about what a filthy, despicable and treacherous mudblood you were for lying to him. maybe he’d even send you soaring over the edge of the balcony to your death. would you be just another dead halfbreed to him?

after you’d stumbled up on him and his fellow Slytherins making fun of a dead muggle born third year, you weren’t sure why you’d fallen in love with him in the first place, but you had. and you had lied to him to protect that love. and now he knew that.

“Does everyone know?” he asks after a moment of tense silence. “What you are?”

what you are. like you weren’t even a person to him anymore. it felt like a knife to the gut. you open your mouth to answer, but no sound comes out so you close it again.

“Am i the last to know?” it’s a desperate plea, not what you’d expected, but you can hear a bubbling anger just behind a poorly held facade. “Does everyone know?!” this time, it’s a bark. his fist comes down hard on its side between the two of you and smacks against the stone floor. it had to have hurt, because he winced when it happened, and you flinched, and scooted back, putting a few inches of distance between the two of you.

“No,” you answer, finally, in a meek voice, looking away from him. “Just Regulus.” it had been an unfortunate accident that he found out, and as much as you begged him not to tell, he had done it anyways. you remember grabbing his forearm, tears in your eyes. please. please, don’t tell Barty. I’ll do anything. but Regulus had taken one look at your sniffling countenance and ripped his arm free with a disappointed scoff. “I’m sorry.” you offer, but it’s faint. what were you sorry for? existing? being born in the wrong family? your dirty blood line?

Barty stares at you, eyes big and… contradictory. there’s that same softness there, a glint of it against the hazel, but there’s something else, too. disgust? “You knew,” he said, after a moment, “and that’s why you lied.” yes. you knew. you knew that if he had known from the start that you weren’t pure blood, he would’ve pushed you away. you nod, shamefully, and he expels an exasperated sound, pushing on to his feet and pacing through the room with frustrated stomps. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I fell for it!”

you jump to your own feet, frowning. “I hated lying to you,” you argued, but recoil when he stops, dead in the center of the room and faces you. challenges you to continue. “I did. But I hated the idea of what you would do if you knew more than that.”

“Oh yeah? What would I do?”

“Pretend you didn’t love me.” you take an experimental step closer, your breath caught in your throat.

“Don’t do this.” he warns, but you had already taken another step, and then another, and he took a step back, but both of his hands grip the railings behind him. “You don’t want to do this.”

“Barty, look at me.” he shakes his head, grinding his teeth as he looks away. “Please. I’m still me.”

“I don’t know who that is, apparently.” he replies, bitter, but his voice is trembling.

that metaphorical knife in your gut twists back and forth with each syllable. “You don’t have to hate yourself for loving me—“

you reach out for him, but his hand shoots out and clasps around your wrist, squeezing tight. with a whirl, he’s spun you around, pressing your back to the bannister, pushing your torso partially over the side. a gasp leaves your lips in the form of his name, coupled with a “Please.” he was gripping your wrist so tightly, it was going to go numb. and his eyes were on fire, pouring wrath into yours. a look you’d never seen. a look that scared you.

maybe he really would throw you over the side.

“I don’t hate myself.” he hisses, even if it was a blatant lie. and then, his eyes dart up and down your frame. “Who could ever love you, anyways? Rotten mudblood, and a liar, too.” another lie that you could see right through. if he truly felt that way, why were there tears in his ducts that he was fighting to keep from falling? why did his voice tremble when he watched his words break your heart? you knew he was lying to himself as much as to you, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. with that, he threw your hand and steps back, and you stumble forward, grabbing on to the bannister with both hands, unable to catch your breath.

[leahblackk]

Lies Pt.1

(The gif is not mine. Whoever made this thank you and I’m sorry)

Summary: Spencer Reid and Y/n Y/L are two incredible agents with a beautiful relationship. But things get messed up when Cat Adams comes into their life.

Type: Angst. 

I changed things a little bit so there’s no spoilers for those who haven’t got into this part of the serie. Probably a second part if I dont have another block. Enjoy!

Pt.2 here

Pt.3 here

...

Y/n Y/L and Spencer Reid are some of the best FBI agents the Bureau has ever had, and all of their coworkers can tell you the same. Even those cops and agents who had to work with when the case was far from home. They were always so dedicated to their work. It wasn't a surprise when they got pretty close to each other. They had a beautiful friendship.

Their coworkers and other people they had worked with can tell you they looked so in love with each other. It wasn't a secret. The way they protected each other, the way they looked at each other. In the cases, always talking and laughing around and even got to the point where they got touchy, need to feel the other warmth. Yeah, they were in love.

But yet they were too proud to say it out loud. It took two long years to finally say it out loud. They started a beautiful relationship which, in the words of the technical analysts Penelope Garcia, their relationship was the remainder for all the team that love still exists, even when sometimes all can be sadness and death, they were the ray of sun and happiness who have entered the doors of the BAU.

But like anything can be rainbows and happiness all the time, things got messed up when Cat Adams came into the couple's life. Spencer had questions, and the only person who could give him answers was her.

Y/N on her side didn't feel right talking to Cat. It wasn't because she was jealous, she wasn't like that, and even if she were, she understands that it was vital for him to talk to her. Besides, Spencer wasn't excited either. Adding the fact that she received letters from Adams while Cat was in prison.

Cat Adams was utterly obsessed with Spencer Reid, and when she found out he was dating Dr Y/L, she got furious, so she decided to make a living hell for Spencer's little girlfriend. Writing her letters, telling her how much Spencer loved Maeve and Cat, and because he couldn't have any of them, he decided to pick Y/N as a third choice.

Y/N wasn't stupid, and she understands what Cat was trying to do, but the letters never stopped. Even in those moments when she needed comfort from all the stress, Spencer never found out what was going on.

Y/n exhaled and stood from her desk and walked through the BAU hallways with a million thoughts in her head. She stood in front of the Batcave how Penelope used to call it, and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, she heard chairs wheels moving on the floor, and later soft heels steps walking closer to the door. And then the door was opened, letting Y/N see Penelope's face. She smiled at her, and Y/N smiled as well.

"Hey pumpkin, how may I help you?" She asked and stepped aside, letting her friend inside.

"I just need some light and love into this madness," Y/N said while she sits on the empty desk aside from the computers.

"Well, you came to the right place."

Garcia could sense something wasn't okay with her. She sits on her chair and looks at her friend who was playing with her rings and with the specific one that Spencer gave her on their anniversary as a promise ring. Garcia wasn't a profiler, but she knew that the reason why she was acting particularly was because of Boy Genius.

"Tell me what is bothering that pretty mind of yours." She put her hand on her knee to give her comfort cause she knew Y/L wasn't good with talking about her feelings.

"It's just all of this thing about Spencer talking with Cat, I don't know, makes me have this weird feeling in my heart."

"Are you jealous?"

"No, I'm not. I thought that maybe was the reason, but I'm not at all. It's just, I don't know Pen." She exhales, feeling frustrated because she couldn't find the right words.

Garcia gives her a sad smile. "Look, if you were jealous, you don't have to because let me tell you that boy genius is in love with you. He wouldn't cheat on you or hurt you on purpose. Besides, with Cat? That lady is hella crazy."

Y/N chuckled and smiled at her.

"Hey, you two had a party and didn't invite me?" Emily said, walking inside of the room and sitting next to Y/N.

"Well, you are already here," Pen says.

"Is everything alright? Morgan told me Spencer was coming from his little chat with Cat."

"I hope he got the answers he needs," Garcia said, looking over at Emily.

"He didn't," JJ said in the frame of the door, looking exhausted.

"How did everything go?" Y/N asks.

JJ exhaled, walking inside and sitting in front of Emily and Y/N. "It wasn't right. She got into his skin, and he got so mad. When we're driving, he didn't want to talk with anybody. And then when we got here, he went to Hotch's office." "I hope he's okay." Y/N whispers, playing with her ring again.

"Why won't you go and talk to him? He probably wants to see you." Emily says, looking at her, but she was focused on playing with her rings.

Y/N shook her head. "When he's mad, he likes to be alone. Besides, if he went to Hotch's office for a reason."

"You don't want to talk to him, do you?" Emily asked.

Y/N could feel tears in the corner of her eyes and shook her head again. "Is not for something he did, but I don't think I will help if I go with him right now. I just feel weird, you know?"

"It has to be a reason why you feel like this, honey. "Garcia said.

Y/N nod and sigh. "When Spencer and I got together, he already met Cat, and when she found out we were dating, I don't know what happened, and she started sending me letters. She used to tell me how much Spencer loved Maeve and her, and you know I got this job months after Maeve died. Obviously, Spencer told me, but the way she described everything was so weird and hurtful, besides she told me he loved her so much and the reason he was with me it was because he couldn't have any of them and I was the third choice. I know she did it because she wanted to make me mad. But, I don't know, and today she wrote to me and told me she was going to do anything in her power to have Spencer with her again."

Y/N wiped the tear going down on her cheek.

"That bitch." Garcia said, wiping her tears because watching Y/N cry, one of her best friends, hurt her.

"Spencer knows about this?" JJ asked.

"No, he doesn't. It was nothing initially, and then I couldn't find the right moment and then all the stress we had been through. I didn't think it was a good idea."

"Baby, he's your boyfriend. He needs to know." Emily said, grabbing Y/N's tight.

"I know, but I don't think this is a good time either. Please don't tell him, I will, but not now." "Your secret is safe with us," Garcia said, and Y/N smiled at her friends.

…

When Y/N finally felt a little bit better, she walked out of Garcia's Batcave and put herself to work.

"Hey, where were you? I was looking for you." She heard her boyfriend's voice, watching him standing beside her. She looked at him and could sense how tense he was.

"I was with Garcia. How did everything go?" She already knew the answer but still asked. She watched her boyfriend sigh. She didn't notice the cup of coffee in his hand until he put it on her desk.

"It wasn't ideal, but it could've been worse."

"I'm sorry." She said, giving him a sad smile.

"It's okay. I have to talk with you about something." She could sense he was nervous.

"Yeah?"

He looked down, not wanting to tell what he was going to. He didn't want her to feel bad, but he needs her approval.

"Cat wanted a deal. Me going on a date with her so she can tell us what we need, but I needed to ask you first because I am not going to do anything you are not comfortable with because-"Spencer started rambling.

"Spence," She stops him. "It's okay. I mean, I know how bad you need to know this, so yeah, don't worry." It wasn't okay, she didn't want him to go on a date with her, but she would be selfish if she denied it.

Spencer stared at her girlfriend, he didn't think she would agree, and he would understand why. He didn't want her going on a date with someone else too. Yet, he felt relieved.

"Are you sure?"

Y/n only nodded.

…

It was now the day date. Spencer tried to find Y/n before he left, he needed to see her and ask her again if she wanted him doing that, but he didn't find her. She was getting distant from him. He felt weird not having her with him. They couldn't talk about it because Spencer knew that if she needed to speak to him, she'd.

And then with his heart hurt because he couldn't find his girlfriend, he went on a date with the woman who made her girlfriend be apart from him.

…

Y/n was doing paperwork all day, but then she received a strange call.

"Hello?" Y/n asked.

"Y/n Y/L?" The other line asked.

"Who is this?"

"I need you to come to the direction I will send you on a message, alone, please. I need you to save me."

"Who is this?" She asked again, more confused than ever.

"Emily Johnson, please come. She said that If you come with anyone else, she is going to kill me, please. I am scared."

Emily Johnson was one of the victims they were looking for a few months before, but for reasons the team didn't know, the case got closed, declaring Emily Johnson dead. The line went dead, and Y/n didn't know what to do. She knew that she might get in trouble if she goes alone, but she might kill her if Y/n doesn't go.

She grabbed her things and walked out of the Bureau. And then she received a message with the direction. Biting her lip, Y/n got into her car and started driving.

…

Y/n stood in front of a brown apartment door with the number 206. She took out her gun and opened the door softly. She walked inside, closing the door behind her, watching Emily Johnson tied on a chair, tears coming down her face. When Emily watched Y/n, she started moving and tried to talk, but she couldn't because of the tape on her mouth.

Y/n walked where she was. "Hey, it's okay. Everything is okay. You're okay. It is over now." Y/n took the tape out of her mouth, and Emily started crying again.

"Thank you, thank you so much. I thought she was going to kill me."

"I need you to tell me who she is." She started taking off the string who kept her in the chair.

And then the door got open, and Y/n retook her gun, pointing to the door. Her heart got broken when she saw what was in front of her. Spencer, her boyfriend kissing Cat, with his hands on her hair. Y/n put down her gun, and then Spencer pulled away from Cat, watching her, but Cat was watching Y/n with a smile.

Spencer, confused, looked where Cat was looking, and his heart got paralyzed. There was his girlfriend, looking at them with tears in her precious eyes.

"Y/n," Spencer said with all the guilt in the world. Shaking.

"It's her! Y/n, it's her." Emily said, and Y/n came out of her shook.

"Hello, Y/n, it is so nice to see you," Cat said with a smile.

"Sadly, the feeling is not reciprocated. And it's Doctor Y/L for you, " Y/n said. She untied the girl who was shaking and took her hand. "I will return you to your parents, okay? But we need to go with someone first." The girl nodded. Y/n looked at Spencer with disgust. He looked at her with guilt, trying to figure out what to do or what to say.

"Doctor Reid, I hope you can get Cat where she belongs, unless, of course, you want to keep her." She said, walking outside. Spencer took her arm hurt at the name she just calls him. It wasn't Spence, Spencer or even Reid. "Don't touch me."

"I told you I was going to get Spencie back," Cat said.

"What is she talking about?" Spencer asked, confused.

"Doesn't matter anymore."

And then Y/n left. Spencers biggest love went thinking he cheated on her

[anthrogothic]

Body/Prision

so, here we go to the second part of the fic. ours has been exciting to write this. I hope you like it <3 (originally written in Brazilian Portuguese. sorry for any error).

Third part here

Pairing: Echo x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, anxiety, panic, a little violence but nothing much and ~some physical mentions~ (and echo being a baby who needs care)

Heading towards the lab, you went through documents and reports on your datapad connected to the data network, finding the files of your newly known atypical clones, seeing that there were still three to meet in person.

One of them, with a rather traumatic past in your opinion. Another look like someone who is difficult to deal with. And lastly, one similar to your fellow nerds from college. Already imagining your scientific conversations.

You find your sweet auxiliary Omega standing at the door of the lab. She is also a clone, young and adorable. With short hair, the same color as the sun (if you remember the last time you saw one).

But with Jango Fett's pure DNA in her cells. Only you and Nala know this. Your conscience always brings you that painful twinge whenever the memory occurs to you.

"Y/N! I was looking for you!"

The girl came running towards you, with a scared face, taking your right hand and pulling you with her.

"Hey Omega, Stars, what's up?"

You almost shuffled your legs trying not to fall.

"I've been sent to help with clone ratings today! But Echo is very upset and I can't get him to calm down!"

Before you could ask for further explanation, you were already being dragged to the door of the room.

Stopping at the door, Omega pushed you inside when you spotted the trembling clone sitting with his back to the door, on top of the gurney, aiming his blaster at the three doctors ahead.

"Echo! I found her!"

The girl's voice was a mixture of relief and determination. The other three doctors in the room are clearly pissed off, hands up in front of the clone.

"Y/N isn't even a doctor, Omega!"

He yelled one of them, straightening and clasping his hands at his sides.

"You should have brought security!" yelled the other.

"She'll do it! She is better than you all!"

Screamed the little girl, pointing a finger at the three. You put a hand on her shoulder, signaling her to calm down. Gently you addressed the clone, froze as he stared into your eyes.

It was him… that clone whose record you were horrified to read. He was pale. With metallic accesses on his shaved head, a cybernetic prosthesis that covered his ears, his right forearm also cybernetic and thinner than most strong clones you know. Only the legs, also robotic, were covered by his blacks. His eyes were frightened and his limbs locked together at his sides, his good hand, shaking, still holding the blaster.

"A-Are you Doctor Y/N?"

His voice was deep, shaky and fraught with anxiety.

You, already with your heart sinking at his state, approached slowly, removing your white jumpsuit and leaving it on a small metal table nearby, catching the clone's attention with your tight black outfit.

"Yes… Echo, right? I assume you have a panic attack due to your accident… you shouldn't be brought into environments like this."

Your voice was calm and sweet. Looking at doctors with dislike in your last words. Echo looked away, clearly uncomfortable. The hand that was armed, wavering, and your hand slowly landing on top of the blaster, lowering it slowly, the clone giving way.

Suddenly one of the already impatient doctors approached abruptly and grabbed your shoulder from behind you.

"Let's go! We don't have time for theaters! Sedation didn't work this time, but nothing a dose would not do well on rebel clones!"

Spotting the syringe the doctor was pulling out of his lab coat, Omega jumped on his arm as she screamed. You turned, startled, seeing the fist that the doctor was already closing to hit the girl. In a rush of adrenaline, you punched him in the nose, he staggered backward, and Omega took the syringe from his hand. The other two came to help the doctor, who pushed them away claiming he was fine, looking at you with hate.

"You're in big trouble, girl! And you too, stuck-up scientist!"

His voice really was scary. But suddenly, Echo's voice came from behind you like thunder.

"Do something with them, and you'll have to come to terms with me and my squad."

His voice, full of hate and gravelly. His arm trembled as he aimed the blaster at the doctor, finger on the trigger.

"Not to mention the possible murder he was going to cause with so much sedative in a clone with a body not yet fully mapped to know the consequences."

Snorted Omega right beside you, all proud with the syringe in her hand.

"Uh, Nala Se will love to hear that."

You said, crossing your arms and looking at the doctor in defiance.

The attacking doctor flinched, growling as he left the room. The other two fearful:

"Please, it's our first week here. Don't hand us over to Nala Se. We just obey orders."

Begged one of the doctors, this one was much younger than the aggressor, probably doing residency with another colleague.

"Withdraw then. And let the rest of the team know the behavior of that bantha in the lab coat! He doesn't deserve to be your supervisor. He is the one who has to be supervised!"

Your voice was authoritative and even. All that remained was for the men to nod and leave the room.

Echo threw himself onto the gurney, breathing wildly and running a hand across his forehead. You stopped in front of the clone and slowly sat down beside him on the stretcher. Instructing him to take a few deep breaths, then slowly exhale for a few more, repeatedly. Echo tried to follow your directions, faltering a few times but picking up his pace eventually.

"There is! We make an amazing team! I told you, Echo!"

Omega's voice trying to bring relief to the tense environment. She continued.

"Y/N is the best! She will be nice to you!"

You, realizing the responsibility that Omega gave you, nodded with the girl's words.

"Well… I'm not exactly a doctor, as we've heard… but I know enough. You can trust me, Echo."

The clone looked at you with less awe, bearing in mind what you did.

"I- I feared that I would go through the physical evaluations again. I know they are mandatory, but... they remind me of the Citadel..."

His gaze roamed the metalized room, filled with stretchers, huge equipment, and light panels.

The doctors just didn't care and sedated him whenever it became impossible to assess him. Putting gadgets into his body, pushing him into big gadgets and treating his cybernetics like pieces of scrap metal.

"I don't want to be a problem again... I know I have obligations as a soldier, but I can't be okay here!"

He squeezed the biceps of his other arm with his hand, trying to stay in control as he felt a new wave of anxiety.

You gently placed your hand on his back, feeling him recoil involuntarily.

"Unfortunately it's standard procedure… but if you promise me secrecy, we can only do the basic assessment, and it could be in your room, a theoretically cozy place for you. I can do that from now on if you want."

Echo sighed, relieved at the option before looking at you again. His expression is lighter. Omega already excited to see her clone brother a little more relaxed. You smiled and calmly guided him to the dorm.

All the way the three of you were shot with stares and comments. You scolding each one with your furious glare, Omega stuck out his tongue at the attackers, while Echo lowered his head every time. His tall stature, allowing you to see his depressed expression from below.

Omega opened the door as you arrived soon after, still next to Echo. Omega pointed to the bunk and you asked permission to sit, Echo, growing more and more stunned by your sweet attitude toward him, nodded.

Placing the small silver suitcase you brought along on the floor, you took Echo by the hand, inviting him to sit beside you.

You asked permission with each movement and touch the soldier's body, trying to be gentle, as if his body were the most sensitive of porcelain. You were curious about his cybernetics, but you chose not to bring it up.

Omega was sitting by your suitcase, legs crossed on the floor, handing out all the little devices you needed to gauge the clone's basic physical parameters, but never looking away from him.

You explained what you were doing and why, warned of any movement or approach of the small devices and their purpose. Echo just nodded, getting a lot more confident in you.

You can't help but notice the tight, visible muscles. The heat radiating from the clone's body. The sharp, attractive shape of his body in that tight black outfit. Feeling the slight reactions whenever your fingertips touched him. The shy look he gave you.

Omega looked uncomfortable, pacing back and forth when you were wearing the last device on Echo's body, checking his heart function.

"Omega, what is it?"

Echo said low but firm, surprising you by the contrast to the voice that trembled earlier.

"I lied to Nala Se, saying that I went to get more supplies with Y/N, that it would take her time to get to the lab, so I could take her to you. If the confusion gets to her ears, she'll find out."

Omega ran her hand constantly over the back of her neck and through hair, the little eyes fearful.

You widened your eyes at the girl, remembering that you was requested earlier and for her boldness with the doctor (as if you didn't know her). Already trying to devise a plan to cover up the improvised procedure with Echo.

"Hm... I can talk to some clone friends to claim that we left Kamino for a few hours… I don't want Nala Se mad at us. And about the fight, well, we just defended ourselves."

You said with a smug smile on your full lips, forgetting your hand resting on Echo's covered chest, your hand already warming the spot. He watched your hand standing there, your skin seemingly smooth, the fingers small and delicate, rising and falling with his breath and causing a strange sensation deep in his racing heart.

The way you welcomed him and tried to keep him safe. You defended him. Just like your brothers before it all happened. He hadn't experienced this in a long time. But like a knife, he slashed his thoughts and threw them aside. He no longer allowed himself to wander through such things, after all, what kind of relationship could he have, being like that.

He came back to consciousness with your movement, withdrawing you hand and standing up, Omega already picking up the small suitcase from the floor.

"A-Are we done yet?"

A slight disappointment was clear in the clone's voice. You crouched down between his spread thighs, looking him in the eye, giving the clone's eyes access to your light cleavage and your silvery cord that went between your breasts.

"We've finished the basics, Echo. You are strong and healthy. I'll be back to do the rest tomorrow, after my shift, if you're comfortable."

Your eyes were like adorable little twinkling stars. So comforting and sincere, just like you, all the time with him. He nodded, a slight smile breaking his pale lips, bringing a slight, sweet swell to his heart.

You stood up, carefully taking the clone's hand, pulling a pen out of your pinned hair, and jotting down your personal communicator code in the palm of his hand.

"Let me know anything, Echo. Drink water and do the breathing exercises before going to bed."

Smiling, you turned around, heading for the door, being caught up by Omega just after she gave your brother a hug. The door closed as you remembered to scold the brave little girl for her attitude earlier.

Echo was left alone. Only with the sound of his heart pounding in his ears in the dim light in the room. The raindrops hitting the glass.

He put his hand where yours was moments ago, reading your code by pulling his palm away from his chest. He was calm. Something impossible after days of evaluations.

But beyond that, he felt real, alive, and eager to see you the next day, as much as his guts and gears wanted to say otherwise.

[doctorgerth]

hello, hope i'm not too late for the box opening!! could i please get prompt 11 from the nsfw list, with a trans female reader giving and either robin, tashigi or monet receiving? (it's ok if not but i have to give it a shot lol)

Please note: I am a straight, cis female writer with little to no experience writing for trans readers. I in no way claim to be a professional, or to have all the knowledge there is for proper trans representation in writing since I am still actively learning. Slip ups are bound to happen, I just ask that you take it as an opportunity to offer constructive criticism. It is never my intention to offend any reader or trigger any hate/discomfort.

This ask is catered to the lovely person who requested. I understand that this piece might not be appealing to all trans female readers, so please be cautious and understand that reader is a trans woman with a p*nis before proceeding. There is usage of the word “c*ck”.

a/n: BIG BIG thank you to @wife-of-the-revolution who helped me with this piece. I’m sorry it took so long to get finished, but I hope you like how it turned out, honey!! 💕

prompt: BOX A - ⑾ Penetrative anal sex

pairing: Robin x Trans F!Reader

warnings: nsfw | 18+ content | reader is a trans woman with a penis | anal fingering | anal sex

word count: ~470

Robin’s skin ignited, body trembling with desire as you slowly kissed down her spine.

She took the first digit with ease, humming in approval as you used the slick essence from her first orgasm to penetrate her asshole. The second finger proved to be a tight squeeze, but after a little bit of coaxing, her walls expanded around your fingers and she eventually bucked her hips as a request for more. The third finger required a little assistance.

You retreated, earning a small whine from Robin until she felt the cool liquid of the lube against her puckered hole. She hissed at the sensation and you could only watch, tantalized as the liquid traveled down her quivering thighs. The wiggle of her hips brought you out of your daze and you pushed into her ass once more. She tensed at the stretch, gripping at the sheets below her while you rubbed comforting circles into the skin of her hips, encouraging her with endless praise.

When she swallowed all three of your fingers down to the knuckle, you let her breathe for a moment, admiring the way her tight walls were threatening to push you out all the while she was begging you to stay. You began a slow rhythm, pumping in and out of her at the same pace as your gentle massaging. As her body relaxed, she turned to peer at you over her shoulder with a worn out look painted along her flushed features. You almost felt guilty for wanting to wear her out even more, until she revealed the same desire, “I think I’m ready.”

You bent down to kiss at her shoulder blade, the angle making your fingers reach even deeper inside. “Are you sure? We can stay just like this.”

“Please.” She huffed as your fingers began pounding into her roughly, ensuring she was properly stretched and ready. “(Name)!” The emptiness she felt when you abruptly pulled out was agonizing. It was cute how she desperately pushed her ass towards you, begging for you to fill her up again. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Relax, darling. I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” You covered your cock with the lube, collecting the excess onto her aching hole for good measure, and began sheathing yourself inside of her. When you reached the hilt, the both of you heaved a collective sigh, your connected bodies simply breathing as if one.

You had no time to check on her before she slowly began rocking back and forth against you, increasing speed when she was fully comfortable. Your clean hand reached around to give her cunt the attention it deserved all the while you let Robin control the pace, meeting each of her thrusts halfway while she fucked herself freely on your cock; anal sex easily becoming a newly shared kink.

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 15

WARNING: Mature scenes ahead!!! ;)

A/N: Future u, i hope ur ok

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The moonlight glimmered among the stars in the now pitch-black skies, fighting off against the bright lights hanging from above the tent. Bucky's digression to topics regarding his real family (or lack thereof, I think) never wore off, clearly avoiding talking about, dare you say, "the real stuff." But the classic "favorites" section of a date was indeed a delight. You had already covered favorite films (his was The Truman Show, while yours was Forrest Gump; but you also talked about other films that you both shared a liking to — Pulp Fiction, Me, Myself & Irene, Dead Poets Society, The Godfather, the Harry Potter series, Inception, and of course, any films that star the legendary Tom Hanks), favorite music to listen to (you both loved vintage rock and roll), and so much more favorites and would you rather and what ifs and if you weres. But you mostly talked about films — an in-depth discourse on their themes, writing, and cinematography (things you never thought you'd be able to talk about with anyone).

"Have you ever thought about shooting films?" Bucky asked.

You were now lying down on the blanket-covered ground, bodies upside down-like: your forehead aligned with his chin, and his chin aligned with your forehead, as if characters from The Fault In Our Stars.

"I did." You replied. "But I wanted to focus more on photography."

"Why?"

You turned your head, your breath fanning the side of his face. "There's something about the stillness of moving things, of people around me, beautiful people that strikes me as fascinating."

He hummed, closing his eyes. He was saying something, about how art, in all kinds of medium, connected people from all walks of life, how the beauty of it all can be different to each, and how he wished he could make one of his own: to give life to a canvas, to freeze a moment in time, to put his thoughts in pen and paper, and to embody a character different from his. At some point, you could feel him peeling down all his layers but then he stopped talking.

You respected the silence between you and took your sweet time studying his face. The wrinkles on his forehead looked like ridges of sand, ridges people would like to walk on for days, ridges that held untold stories of — perhaps — heartache, failure, and pain. His closed eyelids looked like a sleeping moon, gleaming. Almost touching his cheeks were his long, curved eyelashes. Then, my eyes trailed down to his nose, dotted with freckles, his nostrils releasing small puffs of air; then down to his mouth, slightly agape, and then down to the stubbles on the sides of his face. There was a small scar, almost concealed by where his beard started to grow.

You turned your body sideways, tracing the scar with your finger.

Bucky's body tensed under your touch.

"What happened to this fella?" You whispered, tracing the small scar.

He soon let himself relax, opening his eyes. "Car accident." He replied. "But I don't remember much of it. I don't know where it happened, or how it happened or if I hit something or worse, someone. But Tony told me he took care of everything. I haven't been behind the wheel since then. I fear history will repeat itself."

Then, you remembered all the times you've been in a vehicle with Bucky. Not once was he driving. "How old were you?"

"Nineteen? Twenty? I really don't know." He sighed, closing his eyes once again. It was the first time Bucky told you something so real — a fear, something personal, something close to home. "Hey, y/n?"

"Yes, Bucky?"

"Can you kiss it and make it feel better?"

You giggled, poking the scar. "You've got to be kidding me."

He pouted, his eyes still closed. "Please?"

You sighed, feigning exasperation. "Fine." You planted a soft kiss on the scar, your lower lip catching the rough edges of his beard.

"I'm still not feeling better."

"Oh Bucky, you are such a child." You laughed, giving it another kiss, and then another, and then another and then another, until rough edges turned into the soft textures of his lips. With lips entangled in an unusual position, you brought myself onto your knees, and positioned yourself on top of him — knees on each side of his hips, crotch pressed against his, hands on his jaws, lips on his lips, tongue inside of his mouth.

His hands found your neck, then up your jaws, cupping your face and pulling it closer to his. He then started to rake the roots of your hair, tugging it lightly, making a moan escape your lips. You felt one corner of his mouth turn a bit upward at the sound. He tugged your hair tighter and harder until your lips left his with your head pulled backwards, leaving your bare neck exposed.

Without any hesitation, his mouth moved onto neck. Gratified by the series of moans coming out of your mouth, he sucked deeper into your skin, biting every inch of your neck, making sure to leave damn marks. On impulse, you moved your hips against his, grinding his clothed crotch. Bucky groaned against your skin, his hot breath fanning your neck. You could feel your own wetness in between your thighs as you moved your hips more, Bucky's bulge growing under you getting bigger and bigger. The sensation left you breathless.

And you needed more.

You broke away from his grasp, returning the favor. You kissed him on the lips and moved your way towards his earlobes in which Bucky very much liked; so much that he thrusted his hips upwards, slamming loud onto yours.

"Oh, fuck." You moaned, moving your way towards his neck.

Bucky's hands immediately flew under your shirt. His cold hands making contact with your skin, sending you shivers.

"Wait." He said, pulling away from you. "Is this okay? Are you okay with this?"

You giggled and nodded, kissing him on the mouth to give him permission.

He cut the kiss short. "I'm sorry, but we live in a litigious society so I'm gonna need a verbal reply from you, especially that you're years younger than me."

You chuckled. "Yes, Mr. Barnes. You have my full consent."

He smirked. "Keep calling me that and I'll give you my full consent."

"Shut up already, Mr. Barnes."

He lifted the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, revealing a cotton white bra.

You bit your lip. "If you'd told me about the date, I would've worn a much better one."

"I don't mind." He breathed, sitting up. "I like white on you." He traced the lining of the bra with his finger, together with his eyes. He licked his lower lip before planting a kiss between your breasts. "So pure. Innocent."

"Innocent is not the word to describe me." You smirked. "Remember what I told you before?"

"Hmm, I seem to have forgotten." He teased. "What was it again?"

"I'm a devil on the sheets, Bucky."

"Then show it to me, doll." He purred.

As soon as those words left his mouth, all the worries and fear you talked about with Nat all washed away. And like always, she was again, right.

It was exactly like riding a bicycle.

And you were ready to be in control, in control of a man your senior, and to unleash something inside you you've never seen in quite a while.

You grabbed Bucky's face and kissed him on the mouth while pulling his shirt over his head. Every inch of his naked sculpted upper body glistened under the lights, like dewy grass under the sun.

You kissed his collarbones, shoulders, and chest. Before you could even move on to his tummy, a strong force came, flipping your body, your back hitting the blanket-covered ground.

"But not before I show it to you first." He growled, reaching something from above. He closed the front of the tent, pulling something from above. Within a second, the lights above went dim. The only light you now had was the moonlight.

You liked it this way. Darkness made you feel safe — but it was the kind of darkness with a sliver of light and Bucky was it. The inside of the tent grew hotter, making your body sweat, or perhaps it was just the sexual heat between you and Bucky as Bucky removed your pants, as well as his, leaving you in just your undergarments.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing up against him, making him feel that you were already dripping for him, that you wanted him.

He moaned inside your mouth as you grinded against each other. His teeth pulled your bra down. With your bare chest exposed, you usually had the instinct to cover them up because they were small for people's taste but you didn't do that with Bucky. He admired them with his eyes, and admired them more with his lips wrapped around your nipples, pulling each of them softly. He then left fluttered kisses on your breasts before moving down to your belly, kissing every curve, every wave fold there ever was, and every stretch mark he came across upon.

His mouth stopped right on the folds of your lower belly, his fingers making their way on your wet cotton panties. His lips went back to yours while his fingers were circling all around you, clothed, making you wetter each second. Then, he slipped your panties aside, taking no time at all in inserting a finger inside.

A moan escaped your lips, opening your mouth more, giving access to Bucky's tongue. With another finger slipping inside, you bit Bucky's lower lip, pulled it away from him. He watched you gasp for air, listened to each moan, and felt you deep inside as he continued to thrust his fingers in you.

"You're quite tight, doll." He said. "I'm going for another to ease you up, okay?"

You nodded then whimpered as soon as a third finger made its way inside. Because you were, in his own words, quite tight, Bucky had a bit of a difficult time moving inside. He pulled away after a few moments, giving you time to catch your breath. He folded your knees, and held your legs in place using his veiny hands. He left a trail of soft kisses on your inner thighs, his teeth grazing on your skin every once in a while. You watched him inched forward, nearing your core. You watched him take delight in each mark he imprinted.

He hooked his thumbs on your panties and slowly slid them down your legs. On his knees, he ravished your body with his eyes, then your face. He leaned down, kissing you

"Beautiful." He mumbled in the kiss.

He soon devoured your pussy, his tongue moving up and down your folds, his upper lip nibbling your clit. You closed your yes, threw your head back and raked his hair with your fingers, guiding his mouth deeper. With his mouth still exploring every bit of you, he inserted two fingers inside. You whimpered at the sensation of both his tongue flicking your clit, and his fingers fucking you.

You moaned louder, arching your back, rolling your eyes at the back of your head. You badly wanted to see him, to watch him greedily eat you but his mouth and fingers felt so good that you couldn't even keep your eyes open. The more you tried to, the faster his mouth and fingers moved. It made your legs tremble under his touch, your thighs pressing closer and closer to his ears, which he didn't like as he kept spreading your legs wider with his other hand.

"Bu-Bucky, please." You gasped. "I'm gonna cum."

"No. Not yet."

With that, he released his mouth and fingers, leaving you suspended in ecstasy. You opened your eyes, seeing Bucky on top of you, his face studying you. Then, he brought his fingers — the same ones that were just inside you — to his mouth, licking them. Now, you really did wish you could've kept your eyes open the whole time.

"You taste good, doll." He said, giving you his fingers.

You opened your mouth and reached for his fingers, sliding up and down, the taste of you sitting on your tongue. You could feel Bucky weaken above you as you continued to suck his fingers. Your right hand moved to his boxers, stroking his clothed hard-on. His eyelids quivered for a moment, losing touch of his dominance. You kissed his fingers one last time and flipped him over, not wasting any damn time taking his boxers off.

He sprung up in front of you. He was big (the biggest you've encountered), and was throbbing under your touch. He was hot, and a little bit wet. You looked at him while you pumped him slowly, then kissed him, returning the pleasure. A breath escaped his mouth as your pace went faster, and faster. His body became weaker under you, his lips agape, surrendering to submission, to your dominance.

Bucky felt so fragile underneath you, not being able to regain the control he once had. He wanted this. He wanted you to show him how much of a devil you were.

You pulled away from his mouth and moved lower on his body, his large, throbbing dick between your eyes. You kissed the top, making his legs quiver. You soon took him in — all of him, which made Bucky grab your head, pull your hair, and guide you all the way. You looked at him as you worked him all the way up, then down, then up and down: his mouth was kept open, a series of moans coming out, and at the same time, gasping for air; instead of eyes closed, his eyes were wide open, looking at the unlit lights above him.

Usually, giving head to people wasn't at all satisfying to you. What would it give you, anyway? It was either forced, or just because they told you to suck them. But with Bucky, you didn't even hesitate on doing so. It wasn't an itch you were trying to scratch away. It was on impulse, an instinct, a desire you wanted. And seeing Bucky in this state gave you so much pleasure.

So much.

Bucky let out the loudest moan, sitting up straight, his chest heaving, trying to catch his breath.

"I need you." He rasped. "Now."

You nodded, satisfied with what you received on his end. You straddled him, grinded on his bare dick, and glazed it with your wetness. He groaned, guiding your hips with his one hand, the other on the ground, keeping himself straight up.

"Don't worry. I'm on the pill." you whispered.

"I thought it's been over a year since you — "

"It's for acne, dumbass." You chuckled. "You can cum inside me if you want. You have my full consent."

"Good."

You held onto his broad shoulders as you lowered myself onto him and within a second, you felt his tip inside.

You bit your lip as you inched yourself lower. With his whole inside you, you leaned your forehead on his shoulder, and let out a small whimper.

"Are you okay?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded and placed a kiss on his neck, reassuring him.

You moved your body up and down, biting your lip to keep small cries from coming out, but soon enough, you were taking in pleasure within pain until all there was was pleasure.

Sweet, sweet pleasure.

You bounced on top of him faster, — god, he felt so big and so good in you — skin slapping on skin, echoing against the thin sheets, with his lips on yours, then on your neck, then on your breasts; his hands on your jaw, on your neck, your breasts (sometimes, together with his lips), on the small of your back, on your hips, then on your ass.

"Oh god, you feel so fucking good." Bucky said, kissing your skin as you kept on bouncing on top of him. "But it's my turn, babydoll."

You moaned at the nickname, making your body frail to move and then the next thing you knew, you were flipped over, with Bucky on his knees, thrusting faster, then deeper as he inched forward, your chests pressed together. Your fingers clawed on his back, his hot breath on your neck, your breath on his ear where he could hear you moaning his name.

"That's right." He whispered, kissing your neck. "Say my name."

You wrapped your legs around his waist (a kind of intimacy you had never done before), and with it, pulled him closer, deeper, giving you an astounding pleasure, making your whole body tremble under him, getting you higher and higher on staggering ecstasy, and sending you over your edge.

You cried out his name one last time, feeling your white juices come on his dick, mixed with his inside you.

"My god," he whispered, "I think I could never get enough of you."

"You just read my mind, Mr. Barnes."

"Hey, I feel a whole lot better now." He winked.

You chuckled.

You caught each others' breaths, kissing one last time before he removed himself from you, and laid down beside you where he wrapped his arms and legs around you, your head on his chest. You weren't the one to cuddle but at that moment, your body, frail and vulnerable, gave in. You didn't want to fight it, anyway. You were both surrounded with each others' pool of sweat but it didn't matter.

You were bathing in bliss.

In this bliss he had given you.

"You're not gonna kick me out the next morning, are you?" You asked, half-joking, scared that you'd be in the same position as that of the woman from before.

"No, doll." He replied, "you have my word," then kissed your forehead.

Bucky pulled you closer, his chin on top of your head. You listened to his heartbeat slow down every five seconds, giving you a rhythm you soon fell asleep to.

[literaticat]

I know they say to avoid infodumps - but aren't they necessary sometimes? Like in the middle or towards the end of a mystery when the whole mystery is revealed along with an epic backstory? Or a killer's exposition when he or she is unmasked at the end, explaining why they did what they did? I've tried to weave it in as much as possible but I still have one big exposition infodump 200 pages (of 300) in. The characters joke about it a bit, meta-style, flagging it as such. Are infodumps ever okay?

Look,,, if I were you, I wouldn't ask me questions like this. I am a dum-dum, OK? It truly does NOT matter to me what POV your book is in, what tense it is in, what eff'in 'info-dump' you have, wHaTeVeR -- I don't care. These are questions for people who know way more about craft than I do. Like WRITERS.

The only time I would care about or even notice ANY of those things is if they glaringly WEREN'T WORKING -- like for example you've chosen to have a distant third-person narrator so I'm not able to know the things as a reader I need to know to make THIS story go or THESE characters compelling. That I'd notice. But, while changing the POV might be what THIS story needs - that doesn't mean that it's the right solution for EVERY story, you know?

In other words - I honestly wouldn't notice an info-dump unless it ground forward momentum to a halt and made the book suddenly a slog to read. And I can't possibly know that about your book - because I haven't READ your book. Maybe it works just fine - in which case, KEEP IT! If people who read it think that it makes the story saggy, do something about that. (But what you do to fix the sagginess may vary case-by-case, and may or may not involve getting rid of the 'infodump').

Here's what I care about: IS YOUR BOOK GOOD? Did I want to stay up all night reading it? Do I want to recommend it to everyone I see the next day? It doesn't matter to me how you got it there. (Sorry?)

Writing is an individual artform. The same methods of creation that work for one person would not work for another. Waking up every morning at 5am and beavering away at your book for an hour and forty-five minutes exactly may work for one person, whereas writing in dribs and drabs, on weekends or at night for random amounts of time might be what other people need to do. Some people are fast, some people are 'slow'. Some people are pantsers, some people are plotters. We accept that, right?

So the same thing is true for all these "rules" about how to write.

Aside from using words / grammar / punctuation in a way that adheres to the norms of the English language for clarity of communication, I truly don't believe there ARE any "rules" that matter in terms of writing. There's plenty of advice out there on ways to make your book ______ -- but there are also plenty of people that don't do those things and are still FINE.

Like people on the internet are always banging on about how you "should NEVER use adverbs" -- ookkkkk but plenty of writers use adverbs as liberally as salt and their books sell admirably.

I am not saying none of it is useful -- A LOT of it might be useful, and it's a good idea to learn and think about all kinds of craft things -- "save-the-cat story structure" and "the heroes journey" and whatever Hemingway had to say about adverbs and yadda yadda - read the craft books, take the classes, watch the TED talks, and then take what works for YOU and helps YOU create a compelling, compulsively readable story, and leave the rest.

[crybabykiko]

Brainrot Kinktober 10/29

treat like gold

Lingerie: Alisa Haiba x Fem!Reader

Warnings: not a lot ??? I don’t think? Light voyeurism, light exhibitionism, Dom!Alisa a little bit, never thought I’d write scissoring but that’s in there, fingering, some bad words, ummmmmm yeah I think that’s it? Just wanna be topped by the woman of my dreams

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: lmfao I found out Alisa is an Aries and chaos ensued I’m so sorry 👀 also ty @whet-ones-write for being my lovely beta reader bc sometimes we can’t all die like men also kiska is just a Russian pet name, it’s the equivalent to “kitten” in English!

Brainrot Kinktober Mlist

Red has always been her color. No matter what she wore, no matter how many runways she walked, no matter how many campaigns she had booked- she always stood out the most in red. It was her lucky color, and her lucky red pumps that got her the deal with the biggest up and coming intimates brand, TLG Lingerie.

Red was her lucky color, and the bane of your existence.

Being friends and living with a model obviously had its perks- her agency pays your rent; and you live in a fucking penthouse for starters. You get to go to a ton of industry parties, and of course, getting to see your amazing best friend live her dreams and cheer her on felt good. But you’d be a liar if you didn’t admit that it was also self-indulgent of you to be her assistant- you were the one that told her agency to send her on the TLG go-see… you’re the one who suggested the stylist change her from the white piece to the red one… you are the reason that those test shots of her in a fiery red bra, stocking, and garter set are sitting on your kitchen table right now- and let’s not even get started on the red marabou babydoll that you insisted she wear. You did this to yourself.

Fucking masochist. Now look at you. You’re a mess.

Your fingers were knuckle deep in your own wetness, your free hand aggressively kneading your breast as you rutted your hips against your hand, softly reciting her name as your face twisted in a torturous buildup. There was no way to prepare for the way the door flung open…. you hadn’t even heard her come into the penthouse.

“Hey, Y/N I was going to order Thai for din- OH!”

Your motions ceased, the feeling of your orgasm was instead replaced by a burning heat and anxious nausea as your eyes met Alisa’s in the doorway. Neither of you could move or speak- it felt like life was moving in slow motion.

“I didn’t know you were busy, I'm sorry,” Alisa spoke.

Her eyes were unmoving, not only looking at you but through you. Her breathing wavered as she bent over to pick up the discarded takeout menu. You finally regained enough composure to cover yourself- still dazed and utterly mortified.

“I didn’t know I had that effect on you.”

You wanted to feign ignorance, hell, you wanted to die- but in this moment playing dumb was the only thing you could do- until she picked up the still you had casually slipped into your pocket when she originally had the TLG shoot.

“You know, you could’ve just asked for a still,” she lamented, starting to make her way over to you. While your eyes widened with fear, her’s awakened with intrigue. She sat at the corner of the living room sectional tracing the corners of the photograph with her fingertips, eyes fluttering back and forth between it and you.

Finally settling her gaze, Alisa laid back, settling into your mattress with a sigh. Your body tensed as she stared- her eyes have always been her sharpest feature against her delicate appearance.

“Go ahead,” she goaded. “Finish what you started.”

It was a pointed command. Biting her lip, she pulled away the throw blankets that you had been so desperately clutching, cool air hitting your skin as you let out a shaky exhale. You stomach twisted ín self- consciousness, but you couldn’t stop either- an unexplainable tether pulled you. Readjusting yourself on the couch, you rested your back flush against the supportive cushion, spreading more to give her a full show of your puffy, slick-coated lips and inner thighs. She flopped onto her stomach, peering up at you from the foot of the couch intently.

“I- I-...” Finally, you were able to utter a syllable. It wasn’t of much use.

“You what?” She teased tilting her head curiously and almost in an innocent fashion. “You weren’t this stiff a minute ago~”

Your cheeks were hot, but your core was even hotter. Slowly, you slid a finger across your clit, jerking at the contact while she watched. As you rubbed some more tiny circles, one by one the soft whimpers from before started to fill the room yet again. You and Alisa kept eyes locked on each other as you curled in one of your fingers, then another, the open mouthed ‘o’ spreading across your face as her eyes darkened even more. She was beautiful- but sinister in her line of questioning.

“Does it feel good?”

You nodded.

“Do you do this often? Do you play with yourself and wish it were me?”

You fixed your lips to say no but nothing came out as you saw her begin to unbutton her blouse. It would’ve been a lie anyway. You’ve wanted her for as long as you’ve been friends. You’ve wanted her ever since you met.

“You shouldn’t be using photos of me if you have the real thing,” the fabric flowed off of her body to reveal the bra from the photographs- the fiery red lace and golden ‘TLG’ hook in the middle. Alisa began to crawl toward you, stopping just short of your feet to shimmy her way out of the pencil skirt she had been wearing for all of her go-sees that day. The matching red thong came into view, the full effect of the photos paling in comparison to the actual sight in front of you.

“Especially not when you can have the real thing anytime you want.”

By now her face was so close to yours that her breath tickled you. You had unconsciously sped up the motions of your fingers, a third falling in line with the others and pistoning itself in and out of your pussy. Alisa cooed and mewled, nodding at you with sweet praises falling from her lips. Taking your free hand, she guided you to her own chest, hands just grazing her barely covered tits- then to her lips, pulling two of your fingers into her mouth. As your jaw was hanging open, all you could do was manage a half sob from the back of your throat. The dizzying feeling of what was happening combining with the lightheadedness you were already feeling begin to well up inside of you.

There was a moment of stillness from you as Alisa leaned down to eye your glistening heat. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as her fingertips found a way up your chin, brushing past your lips as you began to suckle almost instinctively. Pleased with your eagerness, she looked up at you through her thick lashes, batting her eyes.

“How about we just… touch each other hm?” The suggestion hung in the air, only punctuated by your ragged breathing and a desperate “please” that squeaked from your throat, raw from straining and holding in the moans of your impending high.

“I’ve barely touched you, y/n.” she hummed. “You’re so desperate. It’s cute.” Her little giggle made your walls clench haphazardly at her teasing. Slowly, she slipped herself out of the red fabric at her hips, neatly placing the bundled thong in your mouth as a makeshift gag.

“I can’t let you have all the fun…”

Alisa’s finger trailed up your slit, collecting the pooling wetness that coated your lower half. She smiled, taking it into her mouth, humming at the taste of your essence. Her weight shifted as she moved herself to dangle over you, repositioning one of your legs and interlocking your fingers with hers to hold a semblance of balance as she lowered her own hips to meet yours. Slowly, she ran herself against you, making sure to guide your hips to match her own ministrations. You strained against each other, juices mixing as you began to work up an even pace.

“How long have you wanted this?” Her flowery moans filled the room with an unexpected rasp, one contrasting that of her normally demure voice. She was a completely new person- a sapphic vixen driven by nothing more than the feeling the sins of your flesh.

“I - fuck,” you panted, taking a sharp inhale as you felt two of her fingers suddenly begin to slowly stretch you. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this so bad.”

Her other free hand began to pinch and tweak at your hardened nipples, wanton cries spilling out of your lips and into hers, muffled under her kiss.

“Mhmmm, I know you have, kiska,” Alisa moaned, craning her neck down to your earlobe, gently blowing on it as she continued to grind down into you. Your walls flushed with heat at the roughness of her mother tongue combining with her soft voice.

“Everyone wants to fuck me. I’m Alisa fucking Haiba.”

Your walls clamping onto her fingers was confirmation enough that she was right, a smug chuckle and click of her tongue resounding in your ear as she locked her gaze with that of your own.

Her clit slid against yours with each buck of your hips, the sudden motions combined with her fingers curling against your soft walls again sparking the painstaking buildup of a knot in your stomach. Alisa’s eyes never left yours as one of her delicate, expertly manicured hands found its way to each side of your neck, gently squeezing. No sound escaped your lips, but your jaw was stuck open as she started to speed up her movement, rutting her cunt against yours even more aggressively than before.

The pleasurable friction between you two had your eyes screw shut before you could even get one last look at her face. You came undone with a shrill cry, hips bucking almost manically as you rode it out. The self satisfying smirk on Alisa’s face said it all.

Wiping the hairs from your sweaty forehead she kissed you again, hopping up and darting toward the stairs, leaving you panting breathlessly.

“What about the food?” Your voice was barely above a hoarse croak. It was scratchy and raw, even though you had barely made any sounds. Too much straining had taken its toll, and that was evident.

“That can wait,” she called. She was halfway up the stairs, looking down at you from the landing’s balcony.

“I’m gonna go put on the babydoll…. and get my toy box.”

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[tialys]

long-term partner search

Hey, I'm Noeul, 26, they/she/he, MST Arizona. Author of 15 years, artist and roleplayer, here and there. Wanting to get into collaborative writing again after dealing with a recent breakup, it helps me cope tbh. I'll try to keep things concise.

- First things first because this is very important: I'm extremely hesitant on romance, in that shipping my characters with yours. Toxic past partners and me already pairing my ocs together, I'm sorry but I'm trying to be a bit more open with it. Just don't come at me wanting do strictly romance, and we can talk. (This isn't a "no", I'm still willing to discuss it, but it can't be the central focus)

- Please always assume that I'm busy; I work security and have to manage a healthy work-life balance. I might not always be around to chat, and my responses to the RP can vary from once every other day to once a week. I'll let you know of any changes, though.

- That said, I DO love to get to know each other! I might not be as verbose and I can tend to come off apathetic, but I love sharing playlists, memes, art, pinterest boards, what-have-you. Don't be afraid to send me anything not pertaining to the RP.

- I am primarily a multi-para to novella writer, and my style of writing can lean more into the cryptic, flowery and poetic range, third-person past-tense. It is just my flavour of creativity, and I don't expect you to be as verbose/detailed. Really.

- I exclusively use my own OCs, and don't make new characters for the RP. No exceptions. They can all be altered and whatnot to fit virtually any plot/setting though, I tend to keep their relationships to each other the same however. The vast majority of them are also trans/nonbinary.

(I also have a lot of cop OCs, so if this is a trigger for you or makes you uncomfortable, it's best not to interact with me)

- I love found family, and I love large casts of characters! I can do one char against one char, however I tend to struggle as I enjoy bringing in my other OCs throughout the story to spice things up. Again, I'm an author, so it really shows after a while, lol.

- I don't much for boundaries/triggers, I just ask you don't powerplay and try to take over my characters. Please do let me know of your limits.

- I absolutely adore sci-fi, urban fantasy, high fantasy and dystopia. High-action, drama, dark and gritty are my go-tos, but I also enjoy more lighthearted and hopeful themes, things in-line with Studio Ghibli and whatnot. I primarily like to focus on my current main story (urban supernatural with a focus on the unknown, with an extensive history that I'm always more than happy to elaborate on), and have a handful of side projects/AUs that always need developing. If none of those suit your tastes, I am perfectly willing to make a new world and/or write in your universes!

- I'm really not into fandoms, aside from Star Wars and Destiny.

- I write over email > Google docs > Discord.

Feel free to reach out below, as I don't check this account often:

Discord: joonmyeon

Email: 1hyogie@gmail.com

Thanks for reading~

(Also, if you contact me, I'd appreciate a password [moon] in your message so I know you read this in full. Asking for romantic pairings off the bat will result in a block.)