#if you wanna be my lover if have to be a decent human being

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If you're still taking requests, I would love to hear any and all headcanons for Minimus with his human please? Sfw, nsfw whatever you wanna write. I love him so much, and there's not enough about him.

Minimus HC's SFW and NSFW

I'm still sick AF but did some of this. I probably won't be working on fics yet, but I decided to work on this over the past two days. Had alot of fun doing this so I hope you like it!.

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SFW

-Minimus is an extremely gentle and careful lover. As Magnus he's so large that he would worry constantly about accidentally hurting his smaller partner. Lots of delicate handling and making sure not to apply too much pressure in any way when interacting with them.

- Protective to a fault. If anyone so much as tries to hurt his lover most times it's Rodimus with his silly stunts and he gets the full Magnus glare. But he's also conscious of seeming intimidating and tries to moderate it for his lover's sake, and tries not to show how much he worries. 

- Self-conscious about his true size, but finds it much nicer with a human lover outside of the Magnus armour, he's able to hold his lover's hands, walk about the same pace as them and actually cuddle them properly. 

 - Excellent communicator. Wants to make sure his partner is fully comfortable, cared for. Checks in frequently about plans to make sure everything is alright and tries to make sure his lover gives input so they can make it a decent outing.  

- Loves human affections like kissing. Finding the tender gestures sweet and rewarding in a way that is just so different from Helm holds.

- Cuddling. As Ultra Magnus his size makes intimacy tricky, but Minimus would love nothing more than curling up in a quiet corner with his lover in his lap, holding them gently as they read or chat. Very cuddly when in private. Loves holding his partner close against his plating. He adores how warm their skin is compared to his servo. 

- Loves learning about human culture. He finds Earth fascinating and enjoys it when his lover teaches him new things about music, movies, history, popular culture etc. He's always asking questions.

- adores physical affection. As a minibot he doesn't get many opportunities for hugs and cuddles. He loves holding his lover close and pressing his faceplate against theirs, kisses, or having them sit in his lap while he nuzzles them. 

-a small collection of pet names he has for his lover: 

"My shining solace"

" pesky pest" 

"My scraplet"

"My spark" 

"My shining star"

"Dear spark"

"Core of my world" 

"Light of my world" 

"Beloved" 

His favourite date ideas depending on if you're on cybertron, Earth, or the Lost light:

- A trip to the civic archives or museum, where he could provide fascinating historical context as they learn about their city/planet's cultural heritage, this one works for both cybertron and Earth, it gives him the chance to share his history with his lover and to also learn the history of earth. Not the most flashy date but it is a very educational One. 

- Stargazing at a remote locale away from light pollution or from the Observation deck of the ship. where he could point out constellations and share astronomical knowledge. It turns into making shapes from the stars. 

- Cooking/baking class, allowing him to be creative while learning new skills, but so he can make human foods for his lover. He wants to be able to make beautiful meals, desserts even if he himself can't eat human foods. 

- A romantic picnic in the botanical/ Crystal gardens, where they can both just lay there and admire the plant life, pointing out plants they like.  

-but most of all he loves quiet nights with you in his quarters just enjoying each other's company, from watching holos, working or just laying beside each other.   

NSFW: 

KINKS & FETISHES

Kink Soft Fabrics: 

bondage : he loves being able to tie you up with ribbons or silk, he's not much for rope or anything that could hurt you but he loves wrapping you up in fine fabrics, watching the way it pulls your skin, but most of all his favourite part is unwrapping it, pulling you closer as he kisses you. 

Blindfolks: blinds folds also fit into the soft fabric Kink he has, he loves watching your face even with your eyes out of the picture. Watching the way you shutter and whine as he lightly brushes his digits across your skin, or the way he sinks into you before leaning into your ear. He loves the idea of having trust in him.  

Underwear: he loves, Loves seeing you in different sets of Underwear, it doesn't matter if they are frilly, lace little things or even boxers, this mech loves the way they morph to your skin, he loves running his servos over the soft fabric lightly pulling it and letting it snapback, enjoying the way you yelp or Squeal before you try to playfully slap him. 

Uniforms: we all know this Mech has a thing for uniforms and the moment he gets you in your uniform he's admiring. Gently touching and praising the way it fits your form, he also loves slowly undressing you, taking his time to drink in every little detail ask your lain bare Before his optics. 

Body kinks and fetishes: 

Breath play: there is something so fascinating to him about humans breathing, he loves watching the vapour clouds. While holding you close, watching each shaky breath you take as he thrust into you, loving the way it turns to moisture on his plating. But he also loves just laying beside you, admiring the way your body moves with each deep breath you take while you sleep. 

Hair fetish: this Mech has a thing for anything alien when it comes to his lover and Hair is one of them, he loves the way it feels in his servos, loves how it looks just normally, he tries not to pull it out of fear of it getting caught in the joins Of his digits. But he also adores how it looks spread out as a hallo When you're under him. 

Hand fetish: he has a thing for Your hands, loves the way they trace across his plating, they are so soft and warm and he loves just pressing his face into the palm of your hand, kissing your wrist and pinning them above your head as your legs are wrapped around his hips and he takes you.  

Others:

Interrogation Play: it's not one he partakes in a lot but he will if you are the one to bring it up first, it becomes very much a game of who's willing to break first, but other times it turns into desk sex where at the end of it he's kissing every inch of skin he can.  

Mirror play: mirrors just bring such a beautiful touch to interfacing for Minimus,  he loves being able to make you watch how your body reacts to him, he himself loves being able to stare into the mirror and watch the way your eyes never leave his, he loves pairing mirror play with ribbon/ bondage. 

Xenophilia: this mech despite how much he would try to deny it is very much a Xenophile due to humans and a few other humanoid species, but you took the cake by making him fall head over pede for you. The amount of study and work he put into trying to figure out if he could court you, interface. He spends a lot of time and he doesn't think he'd ever want a Cybertronian lover after you. 

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Crossing Lines | S.H x fem!reader

part one | part two | part three | part 4

series summary: steve isn’t your biggest fan, so why does he ask you to be his date to a wedding? | enemies to lovers, fake dating

chapter summary: a day at the lake with the Harringtons followed by a night out

content: steve and reader arguing (what’s new), drinking, swearing, these two idiots being in love, she/her pronouns, use of y/n

word count: 3.3k

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You wake up with a wine-induced headache and you look over to see the spot next to you empty.

Yeah, you and Steve kissed last night, but so what? It didn’t mean anything. It was simply all part of the plan to be a more convincing couple. It would be weird if you guys didn’t share a quick peck every now and then if you were so ‘in love’ like you claimed to be, right?

You quickly shake it off and leave the bedroom to find out where Steve went. You’re half expecting to find a note that says ‘hey that kiss made me wanna flee the country. see you never’

Instead, you see Steve sitting on the front porch in one of the rocking chairs, taking in the scenery.

“Good morning” you say and sit down in the chair next to him. He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a nod instead. You refuse to let it be awkward. The weekend has only begun and there’s no way you’re going to let a dumb kiss that meant absolutely nothing make everything weirder than it already is.

“Remember when we kissed last?” you try to lighten the mood. “Do we really have to talk about that? It’s been bugging me all morning”

“Oh, so you’ve been thinking about me all morning, huh?” you tease and he lets out an irritated sigh “do you not know how to be serious about anything?”

“What's there to be serious about? We kissed, for scientific reasons I might add, and it doesn’t have to be weird.” you shrug like it’s no big deal. Except it is a big deal, to Steve, at least. The kiss wasn’t terrible, he might’ve even liked it and he doesn’t want to be dramatic, but that might be the worst thing that’s ever happened. “It is weird though, isn't it?”

“Why? because you liked it?” you ask, expecting him to immediately deny it, but he doesn’t. “Steve? you liked it, didn’t you?” you boast. “No! no, I didn't like it. It was just really stupid and I think it’s insane that you don’t regret it”

“Oh my god, Steve. It was a kiss! You didn’t even hesitate, you practically jumped at the opportunity! then, you initiated the second one!” you proclaim. “Jumped? You were the one making that face!” he argues and you scoff “Face? What face? I was not making a face!” you insist and his eyes roll. “Oh, you so were. You were all like ‘Steve, please kiss me! I’ll even pout my lips and bat my eyelashes at you’” he attempts to make the look that you were allegedly making last night.

“Are you admitting that you think I’m irresistible?” you smirk at him and the triumphant look on his face immediately disappears. “You’re insufferable, you know that?” he says, avoiding an answer to your question. “Yeah, okay, but you still think I’m irresistible” you chaff and he stands up. “You’re about as irresistible as a bed of nails that got set on fire. Now, if you’re done arguing with me, we gotta get ready”

“Ready for what?” you question “There’s a private beach around here and my family wants to go in about an hour” he tells you as you follow him inside. “An hour?! Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” you chastise. “Because you were too busy drooling on your pillow this morning and no, you don’t have time to yell at me because you’re gonna need all the time you can get to look decent before we leave”

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Apart from the human embodiment of stepping on a piece of gum in a new pair of shoes that is Steve Harrington, today was a lovely day. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze that balanced perfectly with the weather, making the heat more bearable. The beach was nice, too. It was secluded and Steve’s family were the only people here. Now, if only you could find a way to leave Steve stranded that would make this day even better.

“You finally made it! We were starting to worry!” Steve’s mom, Joanne, greets you. “Sorry about that, Steve forgot to tell me about it last night so I got a late start getting ready” you explain.

“That’s Steve for you. Communication and time-management skills shouldn’t go on his resume if he ever decides to get a real job” His dad chimes in and you can’t help but feel a little bad. “Oh, no, he’s usually always great when it comes to that. We just all have our off days” you defend him and Steve gives you a slight smile as a way to thank you.

“Exactly, George, give Steve a break. I know it’s a little early, but I brought some wine if you’d like some, y/n. It is a vacation after all.” Steve’s mom seems to drink a lot of wine, but if you were married to someone as condescending as George, you would too. “I’d love a glass, thank you”

You sit with Joanne on a blanket while Steve goes over to join his cousins. She pours you a hefty glass of wine and you decide she’s your favorite Harrington.

“How are you two enjoying the house? I know it’s a little small, but we wanted you to be close to us” Their definition of ‘small’ is much different than yours. “It’s perfect, thank you, again. Steve and I had our coffee this morning while admiring the view” okay, you didn’t have coffee, you had a little disagreement, but you were still admiring the view.

“Steve seems absolutely smitten with you. I know I have my faults as a mother, but I still have my instincts and they tell me that maybe in a few years we’ll have another wedding to put on our calendars”

“Oh, I um-”

Before you can get a response out, Steve comes out of nowhere and you don’t think you’ve ever been more grateful for his presence. “We've been challenged to a game of chicken. best two outta three, you in?”

“hm, I don’t know. Do you have to be my partner? I would like to win” you tease. “yes, because it’s couple versus couple and you know you can’t win without me. c’mon” he offers his hand to help pull you up off the ground.

When you pull off your bathing suit cover up, Steve knows he should look away. He shouldn’t care that the one-piece you’re wearing in the god awful shade of your signature color, hugs your body perfectly. His eyes definitely shouldn’t briefly flick down to your ass when you bend over to set the coverup on the blanket, but they do.

“Ready?” you ask, pulling him out of whatever weird trance he was just in. “y-yeah. let’s go”

“What did my mom say? you looked a little freaked out back there” he asks once she’s out of earshot. “something about you being just so head over heels for me and how we’re going to be married in a few years” you let out a sigh like it’s something to brush over. “Don’t listen to her, she’s drinking too much wine. Something you guys seem to have in common”

“how else am i supposed to cope with being your lover”

“gross. don’t say that” he whines and you laugh at him as you always do.

“this water is freezing!” you squeal as the water comes to the shore. “hm, really? how freezing?” he asks with a tone that sounds like he has a plan. “that’s a dumb q-” before you can finish your insult, Steve lunges at you and his arms wrap around your waist and he drags you deeper into the water.

“Steve! let me go!” you screech. “if you insist” he replies before dunking you into the water. You get a hold of him and pull him down with you. There’s no way you were going down without a fight.

You both emerge from the cold water, laughing and neither of you have a look of anger on your faces. Which is strange because usually just the sound of each breathing is enough to set either of you off, but you rarely ever see him have fun. It’s kind of nice to see him let loose even if that means being submerged in frigid water.

“If you lovebirds are done, we’re ready to take you down now” his cousin shouts and you both quickly retrieve your touch from one another. “you think you’re gonna be alright with my legs on your shoulders?” you ask him, not meaning for it to intend to sound as dirty as it came out and his cheeks turn pink. “my god, Steve, stop being a perv and squat down. We are not losing this game”

Steve crouches down so you can sit on top of his shoulders. He hands grip your thighs to steady you and you thread your fingers through his hair to keep your balance. He notices that your thighs are soft and smooth. It’s probably from the lotion that you constantly put on ‘cause you smell nice too. He hopes this game is over as soon as possible.

As the ‘battle’ starts, his grip on your thighs tighten, but you don’t have time to focus on the way it’s making you feel when you’re worried about trying to take down the other team.

You win surprisingly fast. Steve was expecting an immediate takedown that resulted in your flying off of his shoulders. Actually, it was more like hoping than expecting. You’re unexpectedly competitive. Steve figured since you’re so sweet and shy (other people’s words, definitely not Steve’s), that you’d go done in a split second, but you stuck to your guns. He’s decently impressed.

“I’m gonna take a walk to dry off. do you wanna join me?” he asks once you’re out of the water. “yeah that sounds nice”

As you walk, your arm wraps around his and he accepts it without question. “I’m gonna say something but don’t let it swell your ego any more than it already is” he starts and you refrain from a sarcastic comment. “I'm having fun with you today and I guess it’s not totally awful that you’re here”

“Should we get you to a hospital? I think there’s a blood-sucking leech in your brain”

“yeah, i think so too” he looks over at you and sees you're already looking at him. The sunshine really does something to his eyes and makes the freckles on his face more noticeable, you could almost connect them like a constellation. Maybe there’s a blood-sucking leech in your brain too.

“I'm having a good time too. Ya know, despite having to constantly be around you” you joke and he chuckles. “well lucky for you, the guys and I are going out to some bar so you’ll have the place to yourself for a while”

“thank god. i’m going to need some time to recover from being nice to you”

“you and me both, y/n. you and me both”

_

With Steve being gone, you had planned a relaxing evening. There was a little general store not far from the house and you’d gotten all the necessities; snacks, a face mask, and some stuff for a bubble bath. You’re about to start a bath when you hear a knock at the door and you pray that Steve isn’t back already.

“Hi!” One of the Harrington wives, Mary, greets you when you open the door. “Hi! Steve isn’t here-”

“Oh, I know. I’m here for you! Are you still getting ready?” She asks when she notices your robe and face mask. “Getting ready for what?” you question. “We’re meeting the guys at the bar! Didn’t Steve tell you?”

“Y-yeah, he did. I just thought it was a pity invite” you lie. “I don’t really have anything to wear for a night out”

“Honey, let me tell you something that I wish someone told me when I first joined this family; never travel without your favorite little black dress when you take a trip with the Harringtons. Especially us young ones. Those boys always go out”

“I don’t have a little black dress. '' You mumble, a little embarrassed. “Lucky for you, I always bring an extra. Here, try it on!” she hands you a dress from her bag along with a pair of black heels to match. Steve is definitely going to make fun of you for this.

You were expecting to feel out of place in this dress, but honestly, you look hot. The dress is a spaghetti strap with a simple square neckline and it’s shorter than what your choice might’ve been, but it’s stunning.

“Oh my gosh, you look incredible! Steve won’t be able to keep his hands off you” she squeals.“I don’t know about that…” you mutter. “Please. I see the way he looks at you and once he sees you in this dress he’s going to lose it”

People keep talking about the way Steve ‘looks’ at you and you’re starting to think they’re just saying it to say it. How can they confuse his looks of dislike and revulsion with love? No wonder Steve thinks his family is crazy

“Alright, I brought us some drinks and they aren’t going to drink themselves. Let’s get to it!”

_

“Hi, boys. Miss us?” Mary announces once you all approach the half-circle booth the boys are sat at. Steve does a double take when he sees you. Not only was he not expecting to see you here, he definitely wasn’t expecting to see you in that dress.

“Hi, Stevie” you say in a sing-song voice. There’s no denying you’re already a little tispy. Your eyes are glassy and you have a loopy grin on your face. “Hi, babe. I thought you were staying in tonight?”

“I was going too but I just missed you. I hope it’s okay I’m here”

“Oh, it’s fine” One of the men interjects. “Steve’s been talking about you all night”

“I have not. They’ve been asking about you and I’ve been answering questions” he explains. “And what have you been saying, Stevie?” you wonder. “He was just telling us-”

“Alright, that’s enough. How about you grab a chair and sit down, yeah?” You look around to try and find an empty chair but with the bar being crowded, there aren’t any available. “Just sit on Steve’s lap! None of us are prudes, clearly” Mary says and you look at Steve with hesitance. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just hop on” hop on? he repeats in his head. He can’t believe he just said that.

You sit on his lap like it’s something you’ve done a million times before. Your arm wraps around his shoulders while his arm wraps around your waist. Once you’re seated comfortably, his hand comes to rest on your thigh, a little too close for comfort. Your breath hitches slightly and you hope Steve didn’t notice. He did notice, and he’s planning on using this against you later.

Steve can’t focus on any of the conversations happening because the only thing on his mind is the fact that he doesn’t entirely hate your closeness. He blames it on the alcohol coursing through his veins. You look rather pretty tonight and you smell so good that it’s more intoxicating than the drink in his glass.

He absentmindedly begins to rub your thigh and you let out a small gasp, causing him to smirk. “Sorry. Just keeping up appearances” he whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s fine” you whisper back.

Except, it wasn’t fine. It wasn’t that his touch was making you uncomfortable, it was the complete opposite and that was the problem. You felt yourself melting into his touch and craving it every time his hand left your thigh so he could take a sip of his drink.

You feel like you should regret not staying back at the house, but you don’t. Not even a little bit.

_

“You have to turn the key to the right, Steeevvvee” you drunkenly whine as Steve tries to unlock the front door. “I am turning it to the right” he whines back, mocking your tone. “That’s the left” you point out. “You try it then” he challenges. “Watch and learn, pretty boy”

The key doesn’t budge. You turn it left, you turn it right and nothin’. “Watch and learn. I’m soooo much smarter than Steve” he mimics you as you drop the key on the porch. “It’s broken! What’re we gonna do?” you pout, standing close enough that your chest is flush with his. “Follow me”

You follow Steve to a window that’s slightly open a little higher up than other windows. “I can’t climb through that window in a dress!” you exclaim. “Well, you can’t lift me, so up ya go”

“That is so sexist”

“I know, I’m the worst, blah blah blah. C’mon, let’go” Steve hooks his hands together for you to use as a step. You grip his shoulders and once you're balanced, you’re able to grab the window frame. “I need more of a boost” you tell him. “This is all the boost I got”

“Then throw me!”

“Are you insane? I’m not gonna throw you!”

“We’ll sleep outside, then”

“I have an idea, but don’t punch me! I’m gonna have to touch your butt” he giggles like a four-year-old when he says ‘butt’, making you giggle too. “Lucky you, then. Try not to bust in your pants, okay”

“You sure are confident when you’re drunk. Okay, on three” Steve counts to three and pushes you as much as he can until you’re able to pull yourself through the window. “I’m in!”

“Yeah, I see that. Go unlock the door” he says and you shake your head. “Oh, no no no. If I had to do this, so do you. It’s fun!”

“Why do you have to make everything difficult?”

“Scared you can’t do it?” you taunt. “What was that you said earlier? Watch and learn?”

Steve starts to climb the house and you can’t help but laugh at how many times he slips. Once he’s almost made it, you grab his hand and pull him into the house causing him to topple you to the ground and throwing you both into a fit of giggles.

“Alright, I admit that was fun” he says, a bit breathless. “I know. I’m full of great ideas”

You both stand up and flop onto the bed. “I’m ready to go to sleeo” Steve says with a yawn and closes his eyes. “Noooo, you can’t sleep in those clothes. That’s so uncomfy”

“I can’t move” he grumbles. You move to stand at the foot of the bed and reach your arms out to him. “Get up. Just grab my hands” he lazily grabs your hands and you let out a groan as you pull him up. “Hey, I’m not that heavy” he laughs. “If you say so”

Neither of you have moved from where you’re standing. Your hands are still holding his and his face is close to yours that you could count his eyelashes. “You look really pretty tonight” he whispers like he’s afraid you’ll hear him. “You don’t have to say that. No one’s around”

“And if I said I wanted to kiss you… what would you say to that?” his hand comes up to cradle your cheek and you lean into his touch.

“I’d say it’s a bad idea” you slightly lean in “I know” he leans in closer.

“We hate each other”

“We do”

“And we really shouldn’t kiss ‘cause I don’t think I’ll be able to stop”

“Okay” His nose brushes yours, but his lips press against your cheek instead. This is the one time you wish he wouldn’t listen to you.

“I wouldn’t be able to stop either” Steve confesses before going to get changed in the bathroom, leaving you to feel more confused than you’ve ever felt.

Fuck.

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Cowboy (Bronc Rider) Jake Seresin AU

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🏷️ Slow burn, strong language, Bronc Rider Jake, Western-Rodeo Style Drama, angst, ex-lovers to lovers, horses, relationship issues, Eventual Smut, Hurt, Minor gun shootouts, suspected infidelity, depictions of violence, unresolved tension (emotional, sexual, romantic), and poaching.

📜Summary: Returning home was never in the cards for you. You wanted to forget it all: the ranch, the horses, the life… and especially the man who broke your heart. But your older sister is about to get married, and you are her maid of honour. You know you have to swallow your pride if you want to be there for her. Because in the three years you've been gone, Jake Seresin still worked on your family's ranch, fixing fences and riding broncs. You haven't seen him since the night you left, and if you had it your way, you never wanted to again.

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Masterlist:

Part 1 - Staring Over

Part 2 - Stetson

Part 3 - Hey Good Lookin'

Part 4 - Burn it to the ground.

Part 5- Something in the Orange

Part 6 -Hearts Content

Part 7 - Bottom of the River

Part 8 -Salt and the Sea

Part 9 - Will the Circle Be Unbroken

Part 10 - If I go, I'm going

Part 11 - I Wanna Dance With Somebody

Part 12 - How to Save a Life

Part 13 - Where's My Love

Part 14 - Forever, Now

Part 15 - Losing Hold

Part 16 - Cover me up

Part 17 - Fortunate Son

Part 18 - Forever After All

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[maetheartist]

MOUTHWASHING ROLEPLAY CALLOUT!

Howdy! I’m Sleepy Artist- Otherwise known as Mae or Blue! I recently got into Mouthwashing… and would absolutely love to find someone to rp with me and my ocs, as well as feed eachother’s delusions! >:D

I am currently looking for someone to rp as Curly and Daisuke for OC x Canon ships… I may use an AU for these guys, and if you could use both these guys, ACCURATELY TO THEIR CHARACTER… I would love you eternally and give you super duper yummy art of your request :3

Important note; My Birthday is on 04/17/2009, therefore I am still a minor! Please be at least 15-17 when requesting for an rp, I will be 16 in a handful of months!

Lets start off with requirements and rules!

Self-inserts are welcome!

Have a semiliterate writing style, proper grammar, and use quotations marks.

I roleplay on discord, I will not be role playing anywhere else.

Do not try and convince me to do anything that goes against what I have as my personal rules… if you are a decent human being, I humbly ask of you to please respect my boundaries, and I’ll respect yours!

If you want to have an rp… please send me a writing sample of yours so I can get an understanding of how you write, and see if I wanna work with it. It’s not required! But highly preferred and appreciated!

No…

No Mary Sues or Gary Sues, please, it is literally not any fun if your OC is too OP and has no weaknesses, just no, I will point it out in the RP if it Happens.

No Incest or Sexual Assault themes in role plays, a hard no.

No smut. If there is to be a smut scene in an rp, there will be a time skip to after the scene, no during it, no nada, only before and after scenes, I will NOT be writing two of our characters doing the nasty baby making ritual. 😭

No… but…

No Smut, definitely not… but suggestive and flirtatious dialogue is allowed! If there are to be any sexual scenes to happen, there will be time skips.

No controlling my OCs! but I can understand describing things like rain on their skin and certain pains they feel on their body.

No one sentence or very short replies… but I understand a small sentence or two, but don't do it the whole RP.

Do not keep the whole spotlight only to your character and their ship Partner, it is not Fair.

My writing style is Semi-literate, I prefer semi-literate writers over text talk writers unless it’s OCC.

Don’t what that is? Here!

Semi-Literate example:

The Moon goddess her lake from the bridge, sighing in contentment as she turned her attention to the moonlight reflecting the water’s surface with a soft gaze. "The best place to be for the silence is here..."

Text-talk example:

*Suijin looked at her confused* what do you mean? *She raised a brow*

Stuff I do and prefer!

I enjoy roleplaying fluff, romance, platonic relationships, action, and or comedic stuff!

I accept OC x Cannon, OC x OC and Cannon x Cannon ships! I also heavily encourage OCS!

AUs are welcome! Though when I say AUs, I mean the fairly common ones like Yandere AU, Enemies to lovers AU, etc, etc. BUT! I’ll always be open to hearing out whatever you bring to the table!

Paragraphs? WHERE?!? Paragraphs are something I am absolutely down for, and I love them in roleplays! Especially when they are very detailed! I do em too and I would love it if someone else did as well!

If you know what MOUTHWASHING is all about… then you already know, violence and gore is definitely allowed, lol. Dark elements too, as long as they fit under the MOUTHWASHING dark category.

Characters I’m able to play!

Jimmy

Anya

Swansea

Daisuke

Characters I’d like you to play, if possible!

Curly

Daisuke

Swansea

The roles can be negotiated before an rp, we can switch stuff up depending n what you’d like to rp, I am flexible with who I play as! Also, considering the small amount of Canon characters… OCS ARE HEAVILY ENCOURAGED!!!!

If you worry about getting responses back to me late- don’t get too worked up over it, we all have lives outside of the internet, and we just have to accept the fact that we can’t always be available! But do keep in mind that it’s good to let your friends online know that you may have to disappear for it bit, it also lets me know you’ll be busy for a bit! :D

Ships I shall not be doing… is Curly x Jimmy, that’s the only one I fear, oh, and Daisuke x Swansea too.

If you want to RP with me, that’s great! I rp in Discord as it helps to organize everything, and if you’re interested and would like more questions- shoot me a dm, and I’ll answer when I can, thank you, and a have a wonderful day!

[thechaoticdruid]

[The Time I became God of the Fish People.]

Pairing: Astarion x Named!Tav (Winnie).

Plot: While lost in the Underdark Astarion and Winnie find themselves amongst a strange tribe of fish people. (Yes this is something that actually happens in the game.)

Note: This is part of my during in game campaign oneshot series. The oneshots aren't necessarily all posted in chronological order.

Content/Warnings: OC! TAV, Tav uses She/her pronouns, Suggestive content, mentions of sex, death, violence, slight Lae'zel x Shadowheart, Astarion is a dick to Scratch, Astarion being manipulative.

For the longest time sleep had been a chore for the druid. Her mind would run wild with horrifying memories of death and torture. A red eyed drow wizard staring down at her with a sadistic grin as he brought a glowing blade to her flesh. Branding her with several scars across her body which never truly healed. Normally she'd awaken several times a night in a panic, having to struggle to calm herself down before she could even attempt to return to her slumber. 

But lately she'd slept peacefully. Her sleep was either dreamless or sprinkled with visions of the beautiful elf that laid beside her. 

The messy haired woman opened her eyes with a quiet yawn as she glanced over at the pale skinned beauty, hugging a blanket over her plump body. He laid next to her, eyes closed allowing her to study his pretty, long eyelashes. The two of them had slept together in his tent after a previous night of carnal indulgence. There was a decent space between their two bodies. While the young woman would often rest her head on her lover's chest. The pale skinned elf was never too eager to cuddle. There was always this distance he'd put between them after sex. A reminder of what their relationship really was. 

Still the druid admired him, the way his lovely white curls framed his perfect face, how soft and kissable his lips were. How his hands dwarfed hers in sizing, actually making her feel smaller than she actually was. She couldn't help but smile softly as she stared longingly at him.

“Enjoying the view are we, pet?~” Astarion's sleepy voice piped up, ruby red eyes slowly opening. Winnie rolled her eyes at his little nickname for her. He thought it fitting considering she turned into animals and practically followed him around like a little lost puppy at times. 

“Always.” Winnie hummed with a blush. Astarion sat up and stretched, a smile on his face as he glanced down at his human bedfellow. His muscular physique graced the druid's eyes as he grabbed his white undershirt and pulled it on over his head. 

 “It would probably be best if we readied ourselves before the others come looking.” The vampiric elf mused, pulling on his underwear and pants. Winnie let out a slight whine and buried her face into a pillow. 

“I don't wanna get up. I feel so sore….” She murmured, “my ass hurts.” 

“Perhaps I did get a little over excited last night. It was hard not to with such a delicious feast laid out for me.~” Astarion purred in a suggestive tone.

“You scrambled my innards…” The druid groaned. 

“You weren't complaining during the act.” The vampire smirked.

“I wasn't in pain then…” Winnie whined. Astarion leaned over her with a smug look on his face. As if proud of himself. 

“Well, sleep in if you wish. But I doubt you'll enjoy explaining to Lae'zel why you're so sore when she comes to fetch you.”  Astarion chuckled, playfully patting Winnie’s ass. The druid let out a frustrated groan before sitting up, holding the blankets tightly to cover her nude form. Winnie grabbed her undergarments before putting them on along with her shirt and pants. The human female then pulled on her druid armor before exiting the tent after Astarion. She let out a yawn, running a hand through disheveled brown hair as she stepped into the light. A bright blue glow was emitting from the strange flora growing out of the cliffs around them. The group had set up camp outside of the abandoned Arcane Tower after stumbling around and getting lost in the Underdark.

“Silence k’chakhi!” Lae'zel hissed, snatching the map from Shadowheart’s hands. “You're the reason we've been led astray!”

“As if you've been doing anything besides ranting about that damned creché of yours!” Shadowheart retorted. 

“Hey! Settle down. I won't have you two going at each other's throats again!” Winnie shouted, stepping in between the two women.

“Chk, The half-elf is incompetent. She shouldn't be trusted to navigate for us!” Lae'zel said as she turned to Winnie.

“You shouldn't be trusted at all and yet you're still here.” Shadowheart rolled her eyes.

“Fighting surely won't help the issue.” Winnie rubbed her temples. “Look, we just need to find our way back to the Myconid colony and then we'll be able to figure out how to get to the Shadow cursed lands from there.” 

“If we search for the creché there will be no need to risk falling to the curse.” Lae'zel pressed.

“We've taken a vote already. The others decided that Moonrise would be our priority.” The half-elf added, causing the gith to curse under her breath. 

Winnie looked around the area. 

“Wyll, you and Gale go together and check that way to see if there's a path that'll lead us back the way we came. I'll take Astarion and check the opposite direction.” Winnie exclaimed before turning to the other three women. “Ladies, you three will stay here and mind the camp. Karls, make sure these two don't kill each other, please.” 

“You got it, soldier!” Karlach replied and stood between Lae'zel and Shadowheart. The two of them, still giving the other the side eye.

Winnie then proceeded to grab her pack and walk off with Astarion following. 

Scratch, the loveable dog companion the party had picked up on their journey, quickly ran after Winnie, sticking close to her heels as his tail wagged. They wandered away from camp, eyes scanning for the path leading back to where they came from. The day before while the party was venturing through the Underdark they had ended up being chased off course by a bullette. Shadowheart had been the one holding onto the map, hence Lae'zel’s blame, but the bullette was the real reason they had gotten lost. Luckily the beast ended up running right into a patch of torchstalk and was driven back after being burned severely, but by then the group was way off course.  Winnie looked around the large area where the torchstalk had been. Most of it had been destroyed by the bullette but there were still a few just out of reach. Winnie had to be careful not to get too close to any of the deadly flora. Scratch sniffed the ground picking up a rather intriguing scent as he wandered past Winnie and Astarion.

Winnie looked down at the ground, noticing odd footprints. 

“Lae'zel and Shadowheart seem to be at it again. I wonder when they'll finally release the tension.” The vampire hummed aloud.

“What are you talking about?” Winnie looked back at him with a confused look. 

“Oh you know ... .The two of them sneaking off into the forest for a late night tryst.” Astarion said in a slightly flirty tone.

“Are you suggesting that they like each other?” Winnie tilted her head in confusion.

“Not exactly, but they definitely want to fuck.” Astarion said bluntly, “probably quite roughly.”

“Could you please stop putting images in my head? I'd rather not think about my friends doing that…” Winnie said, turning bright red. 

“Oh, you poor pitiful innocent thing. You'd be completely boring if it wasn't for that adorable blush you have.” Astarion teased, playfully poking Winnie’s cheek. The druid rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away before suddenly hearing Scratch let out a bark before scampering over towards a large hole and repeatedly barking at it.

“Hells below, if that dog keeps yapping I am going make him my afternoon snack.” The vampire hissed.

“No Astarion. He's found something.” Winnie said before wandering over towards the hole. The vampire let out an annoyed sigh before quickly following his companion. Winnie peaked down into the chasm, it was dark and appeared bottomless, but the druid's pink eyes could spot vines running down towards the bottom.

“Winnie, I'm not going to jump in after you if you fall to your death.” Astarion grumbled, yet grabbed hold of Winnie’s pack, yanking her back by it.  

“I'm not going to fall. I just…..You smell that?” Winnie suddenly sniffed the air. A faint salty sour smell hit Winnie's senses. Fish.

“Ugh…It's disgusting.” Astarion grimaced. Scratch sniffed the air before suddenly jumping down into the hole.

“Scratch!” Winnie shouted as the dog disappeared down the tunnel.

“Stupid mutt! Now he's gone and got himself killed.” Astarion huffed. 

Winnie bit her lip before suddenly hearing the faint echo of a woof. 

“He's alive down there!” She said before yanking away from Astarion. “I'm coming, boy!”

“Winnie! What in the bloody hells are you doing?!” Astarion snapped at her. The human female simply ignored him and leapt down into the chasm.  “Winnie!” The vampire gritted his teeth, eyes betraying a hint of concern. “You soft hearted fool! I'm not going in after you!” Astarion stood there with a frown looking down into the abyss. He turned to walk away, attempting to convince himself to leave the foolish woman to her fate. 

Astarion got about five feet away before letting out a frustrated growl before quickly turning back and hopping onto the opposite side of the chasm, latching onto vines and beginning to climb downwards.  Down below Winnie had landed on a ledge next to Scratch. She scanned around the tunnel but her lack of dark vision made it hard to see. Although there was the faintest sound of water coming from somewhere lower down. 

“Sol Invictus!” Winnie created a blue flame from her palm, illuminating the tunnel around her. Below her she could see some large mushrooms growing down the side of the chasm. Scratch let out a bark before hopping down onto one after the other. Winnie quickly followed, using each mushroom as a stepping stone until eventually she could see light at the bottom of the tunnel. 

Winnie and Scratch carefully climbed down and looked around the area. The druid put out her flame as her pink eyes scanned her surroundings. There was a waterfall to her left, pouring down from the cavern ceiling it seemed. More large mushrooms were up ahead, these ones were massive and grew up the side of a cliff. Winnie squinted her eyes, spotting a body of water in the distance and something that looked like a village maybe? Winnie didn't have too much time to think before suddenly she heard a shout and suddenly something fell on her. The human female suddenly found herself buried under something firm but slightly squishy.  

“Oh gods…I thought that was the end of me…” A familiar posh voice hit Winnie’s ears. 

“Arghhh….Get your ass out of my face!” Winnie snapped and pushed the elf off of her, face flushed bright red. Winnie rubbed her head a bit dizzy from nearly being flattened. 

“Ah…Apologies, darling. It seems you broke my fall.” The vampire chuckled.

“You nearly crushed my skull.” The druid growled. 

“Well that could've been avoided had you not acted like an idiot and decided to hop right into a chasm!” Astarion crossed his arms as Winnie got to her feet. 

“I thought you weren't going to follow me?” 

“I wasn't! But…then I figured Karlach would likely make me go looking for you if I went back to camp empty handed.” Astarion coughed a bit at the end as his eyes looked off to the side. 

“How chivalrous.” Winnie rolled her eyes before glancing back over in the direction of the ‘village’ she had spotted. Strange sounds appeared to be coming from over there. “I think someone is living down here…” She said as she slowly began to creep closer in the direction of the noise. 

“Oh well, maybe there's a friendly brothel nearby.” Astarion said sarcastically. Winnie climbed onto one of the large mushrooms, Scratch quickly following, staying low to the ground. Eventually Astarion joined the two as his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of fish people standing in front of some type of wooden altar of some kind. 

“Well that explains the smell.” He hummed.

“I think I've read about these guys before.” Winnie said quietly. “They're called Kuo-Toa, fish folk that live in the Underdark.” The druid explained. “They're apparently former mind flayer slaves with the power to create their own gods or something like that…” 

“Ugh, why can't we ever run into anyone normal?” Astarion complained. Winnie kept her eyes on the fish folk below. They appeared to be sacrificing one of their own. Winnie leaned closer before suddenly slipping off the edge of the shroom and tumbling down off onto the ground before with a grunt. Astarion let out a sigh, red eyes rolling in annoyance as he leapt down after her.

“You! You have interrupted our sacred ceremony!” One of the fish folk, some kind of priest by the look of it, approached Winnie.  

“Oops…Sorry about that.” Winnie chuckled nervously.

“You will become the next sacrifice to our great god of murder! Bhooaal!” 

“Ah….No…I don't think so….” Winnie stood up and slowly began back up. Astarion and Scratch came to Winnie’s side quickly.  Her eyes flickered over towards the altar where a dead�� Kuo-Toa lay.

“Do not let the sacrifice escape! Bring me their head!” A deep monstrous voice called out.

Out of the shadows hopped a creature covered in red. Winnie raised an eyebrow and breathed in. The scent of the creature seemed familiar, definitely no god. Its stench was thick with the scent of death and the earthy smell of a bog. Winnie looked at the ‘god’ with a curious expression as she studied the monster, taking in his features. 

“That's not a god. It's just a redcap!” Winnie exclaimed with a glare, hand stretched out as she pointed at him. 

“What?  How dare you, I'm a god!” The pretender shouted before suddenly the red glow covering his body faded away. 

“Great Bhooaal? What is this?” The fish priest gasped in confusion. 

“Oh dear, looks like the great Bhooaal isn't so great after all.” Astarion chuckled. 

“You little wretch! You'll pay for this!” The redcap charged towards Winnie. Astarion quickly moved in front of her and swiped at the little fey creature with his rapier.  The redcap backed up, leaping out of the way just in the nick of time. 

Scratch growled and bounded forward grabbing hold of the redcap’s leg with his teeth.  

“Flageo!” Winnie summoned a thorned vine whip and lassoed the redcap over towards her making him fall on his face with a grunt.  Winnie then shot an ice knife at the redcap, hitting him right in the jugular. Winnie sighed in relief.

“Honestly I'd love to go one day without people trying to kill me.” She rubbed her temples before suddenly her ears were filled with clapping.

“You have slain the pretender. We knew in our hearts the god Bhooaal was false. But you, we see you. We know you by your true name, Mahkloopah!” The fish priest exclaimed.

“Praise Mahkloopah! Mahkloopah!” The fish folk chanted, kneeling down in front of Winnie. 

“If they offer sacrifices, might I suggest virgins? Young and hot blooded.” Astarion piped up. 

“I'm not taking any sacrifices!” Winnie turned back towards the vampire who pouted in response.

“Mahkloopah! Please allow us to serve you! We will build you a grand palace where you may rule over your subjects!” 

“I uh….I don't think….” Winnie began to speak before Astarion covered suddenly her mouth. 

“Now, now darling let's not be rude. Your new friends only wish to please you, why not accept their hospitality?” The elf purred, slowly removing his hand from her mouth as he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. Winnie felt a shiver go down her spine as his blood red orbs met hers. Her cheeks flushed pink and she cleared her throat. 

“Okay…fine.” The druid replied, looking away shyly. 

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“Great Mahkloopah! We have built you a throne to sit upon!” One of the Kuo-Toa called and led Winnie up a hill. She glanced over to see a large wooden chair with cushions on the seat and strange markings carved into it. Winnie sat down on it and looked over the hill, seeing the fish folk beginning to build a structure. It felt strange to have these people worshiping her like a god. She wasn't very sure how to feel about it.  Astarion approached her, strutting over to her before planting himself on her lap. 

“Uh…What are you doing?” Winnie blushed a bit. 

“Taking my place at your side, my dear. We are a team after all.” Astarion chuckled, “and besides you clearly could use a little help governing your new followers.” 

“I'm honestly a bit weirded out by the attention.” Winnie replied, looking off to the side.

“Great Mahkloopah! We have brought blood sacrifices for your murderous bride!” Two of the fish folk exclaimed dragging along what looked like water jugs full of blood. 

“Murderous bride?” Winnie blinked in confusion as Astarion quickly got to his feet and took hold of one of the jugs.  

“Mmm….I could get used to this.” The vampiric elf licked his lips. 

“Where did you get the blood?” Winnie asked.

“It is the blood of the least worthy to be in your presence, oh great one.” The fish person replied.

“Right….” The druid gulped nervously.

“We have also brought gifts for you, great Mahkloopah.” The fish folk then proceeded to set out a wooden tray with a decadent assortment of meat and cheese. Astarion had poured blood into a glass chalice Winnie’s subjects had brought. The elf sat back down on Winnie's lap. Winnie’s eyes widening at the sight of the cheese, mouth watering.  

“See darling, why not indulge yourself a bit?” Astarion stroked her chin.  

“I suppose we could hang out for a bit.” Winnie smiled slightly before taking the tray and dining out on some cheese.  

“You know what? Since I'm your god and all. Build me a hot spring! And uhh.. some sweet wine would be nice!” Winnie ordered. 

“Yes, great one! We shall begin right away!” Winnie and Astarion began to indulge in the perks of being worshiped. The Kuo-Toa dug out a deep pond and filled it with hot water, creating a makeshift spring and as the time went by Winnie’s companions began to worry, growing concerned as they waited back at camp.

Karlach had begun to pace a bit as Wyll and Gale returned from their search. 

“We found a path leading down to an old village. We should be able to find our way back to the Myconid colony from there.” Wyll exclaimed.

“Winnie and Astarion aren't back yet.” Karlach huffed. “Something doesn't feel right…” The tall tiefling crossed her arms.

“They're probably on their way back now.” Shadowheart piped up. 

“I don't know…I have a bad feeling in my gut.” Karlach’s tail swatted back and forth.

“Winnie and Astarion probably just got distracted canoodling or something like that.” Gale tried to calm her down.

“I'm going to look for them.” Karlach said before walking off, taking her battle-axe with her. 

“I'm coming as well. Those two have spent enough time fornicating.” Lae'zel hissed.  Shadowheart shook her head before getting up to follow them.

Back in the cove the fish folk had taken care of all of Winnie and Astarion’s wishes. The two were blissfully enjoying being pampered after weeks searching for a cure and fighting various foes. But of course all good things must come to an end. Scratch sniffed about as Winnie and her elven companion were enjoying the makeshift hot spring the fish folk had prepared for them. 

The ivory furred canine detected the smell of smoke and scampered about to investigate, his nose soon leading him towards an area with several fire pits where the fish folk had seemed to be carving some kind of wooden statue that resembled Winnie.  It was much taller than she was however and the Kuo-Toa were tossing more wood on the ground around it.  Scratch tilted his head, brown eyes spotting one of the fish folk with ropes as the smart canine began to put the pieces together and growled before turning tail and running back to find his mistress. Winnie was drying off, sitting in her boxers and tank as she noticed the dog towards her, barking. 

“Oh what does that dog want now?” Astarion huffed as he pulled his shirt back on over his head, white curls still dripping wet. 

“Scratch? Is everything okay, boy?” Winnie looked at him with concern. Before anything else happened however, Scratch turned around and growled as the Kuo-Toa approached. 

“Great Mahkloopah, we have prepared a ceremonial ritual to honor you and free you from these mortal chains.” The Kuo-Toa priest exclaimed. 

“Uh…What?” Winnie blinked in confusion before two of the fish folk grabbed hold of her arms.

“Come great Mahkloopah, the ceremony must begin!” They led her off. Scratch growled and barked, chasing after them. Astarion rose an eyebrow as the fish people dragged Winnie off. 

“I don't believe they're planning on braiding her hair. Probably best if I tagged along.” Astarion grabbed his rapier and bow before following after them. 

Winnie was brought towards a gigantic wooden statue of herself. 

“Hey whoa! What in the hells do you guys think you're doing?” Winnie yanked away from her followers as soon as she noticed the wood piled up around the statue. 

“We must free you from your mortal flesh oh great one!” The fish priest exclaimed, “the fire will release your divine body from its mortal confines and then your reign will truly begin.”

“Fuck no, I'm not going to let you burn me alive!” Winnie growled and quickly got into a defensive stance. 

“But great Mahkloopah! It is the only way your godly soul will be free!” The priest pressed, stepping towards Winnie with a determined look.

Suddenly an arrow hit the priest through the shoulder.  

“I prefer my little blood bag raw, thank you.” Astarion was suddenly at Winnie’s side with his bow drawn. Scratch appeared along with him, teeth bared and snarling. The Kuo-Toa surrounded them, some of them grabbed nets as they prepared to attack. 

“Do not let them escape! Our God must be freed!” The priest said clutching his arm. Winnie gritted her teeth, preparing to wildshape when suddenly something errupted from the ground. A massive bullette broke through the dirt with a roar, turning and beginning to attack the fish folk who quickly began grab their weapons and fight off the gigantic beast. 

“I think that's our cue to escape.” Winnie said before grabbing hold of Scratch and Astarion and making a run for it.  The trio quickly returned to the area where they'd come in and began climbing back up the vines, leaving the cove and Kuo-Toa behind. Once they reached the top however they noticed Karlach, Lae'zel and Shadowheart waiting for them. 

“There you are! Where’ve you two been!?” Karlach asked. Winnie panted, pushing Scratch up to the top of the cliff. 

“F-Fish…” Was all she seemed to be able to get out. 

“Fish?” Lae'zel and Shadowheart looked at each other confused. 

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Phew, got this out just before vacation. I kinda got very stumped by the end because this little encounter really doesn't have anything that happens after becoming Mahkloopah so I was like fuck it, low-key Pirates of The Caribbean reference. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

~Druid

Taglist: @vixstarria , @paganwitchisis , @kerwin290710 , @anukulee , @gobbodoggo

[dr-docktor]

Local Docktor thinks its a fantastic idea to crossover his two biggest interests at the moment.

First for some context (don't worry, I'll keep it brief). One of my best friends has been working on a table-top RPG since like high school called Percentile. And its the main game that the group plays for our campaigns. Thus, it never leaves my head.

You know what else doesn't leave my head? Spies are Forever.

So here I am. Planning out what theoretical character sheets would look like for Owen and Curt. I'm so normal. I swear. Below the cut includes my insane ramblings on this topic.

I will also be playing a little fast and loose with some of the rules here because making character sheets in this game, while fun, is LENGTHY. And I'm insane but I'm not THAT insane

Ok so I want to start with Owen because I'm making him a mage and I LOVE building mages.

For the sake of simplicity I'm gonna keep 'em both human. (boring I know. but the list of ancestries is so long it almost overwhelms me for this)

To quickly explain the percentages: That is basically your rate of success on any given skill/action. So the higher the number, the more likely they are to succeed!

Owen's Stats

Power represents magic. POW is just another word for mana. And size mainly only impacts things like how easy you are to tackle/grapple and what spaces you can squeeze into.

So he's got 10 HP

14 POW

2 Soak (armor, it takes 2 points off of whatever damage they were hit with)

+28 initiative bonus (initiative dictates who goes first in combat. The higher your number, the more likely you are to go first)

and can move 5 squares per turn (turns last 6 seconds), or 6 if he runs.

All fairly standard for a human mage. The interesting stuff starts with choosing his spells.

In Percentile, the standard mage can have a few collections of spells called Spell Schools. They can only have one spell from each school prepared at once but can spend 6 hours a day switching them out safely (or do it within seconds if you wanna feel the consequences)

So here's the spell schools I think he'd have

BLAST -> its in the name, you get several spells that are just different types of blasts. So magical bullets, lasers, etc.

CHANGE -> He'd probably use this spell school mainly for his DMA disguise but instead of a mask he can physically change his appearance for several hours a day.

VISION -> Great for espionage and detective work. Spells include making you really good at looking for stuff, being able to see events that transpired previously within a room, and gathering information.

WOUNDING -> Gives him access to several magical bladed weapons. Good for Torture and homosexually sword fighting your ex lover.

really good... ouch.

Skills/knowledges are another story and are one of my least favorite parts of character building so I'll briefly go over it.

High intimidation, spot hidden (looking for stuff. almost every percentile character needs a decent spot hidden), move quietly, resist, and rapine (rapine is like sleight of hand, pickpocketing, handling small and/or delicate things)

Middling physical skills like jumping, climbing, etc. first aid, hide, and survival

Low grapple.

His knowledges would include

High performance (haha actor man), espionage, and literacy

Middling lore

Low cooking. and everything else. He can cook its just all post WWII British food which I think should qualify for being bad at it.

OK NOW FOR MY FAVORITE PART: Traits and Scars.

SCARS

his scars include more physical stuff like reduced hearing and chronic pain (player would roll a dice to see how bad the pain is that day to see if he needs to use a mobility device). But also include

Untrusting - CHAR INT based - compelled to roll an idea check to see if someone is lying every time he starts a new interaction with someone. On a fail he believes they are lying no matter what

POSSIBLE TRAITS

Magic Hair, for my long-haired Owen fans. Basically he has hair that's so cool it makes him more charismatic.

Strong Promises. Whenever the character makes a promise, they get a bonus to whatever stat that will help them achieve that promise.

Plotting. Whenever characters with this trait record or speak out a plan, it functions as if they practiced it for an additional day. Perfect for villain monologues.

Pull At Soul. Characters with this trait declare a goal during each level up. These goals can be something like “plan with everyone in the party about the mission & use that plan”, it can be “avenge my fathers killer” “seek out & find the sage” or more abstract things, “Die & be born anew in the eyes of my community” or “See the moon as it truly is”. They cannot tell any other characters about this goal. Once they achieve this goal as determined by them & the GM, anytime they are at 1 HP they can choose to level up.

Buddies! -> Select another character. Decide on a secret handshake, set of gestures, or exchange. It does not have to be uniform, but does have to be meaningful. Anytime you perform this with them, and one of you gains exhaustion, instantly both of you gain 1d3 to a stat. They do not have to be the same stat, select them when you take the maneuver. If the other dies, this trait is removed, granting the character back the trait points, and the character gains a -1d3 to that stat forever.  (THE FUCKING HANDSHAKE)

I think that's all for Owen!!

It's Curt's turn!

God I was SO tempted to make him a Ragamuffin for this. But I'm sticking with humans. I don't even know why. I just think it would be funny. Something fun about the 'brute' being made of fabric and fluff.

Anyway. Stats!!

12 HP

8 POW (not important given he's a fighter and not a mage)

3 soak

+27 Initiative bonus

and can move 4 squares per turn, 6 squares if he's running.

Instead of spells, fighters get weapon proficiencies and maneuvers! Maneuvers are basically fancy fighting styles and actions.

Possible weapon options: Short sword (what they fight with in the show), a gun, and fisticuffs. Mages also get a weapon or two and tbh these could all apply to Owen too.

Possible maneuvers:

Taunt -> It is what it says on the tin, mock your opponent to try and make them get sloppy and target you instead of your allies.

Reckless Strike Back -> When dodging an attack, you can take one extra damage to attempt to hit your opponent back. If you fail you take extra damage.

Induced Sloppiness -> Make yourself unpredictable! on a success you get bonuses to damage and to land hits. Those attacks are really difficult to parry and dodge. On a fail your opponent gets a bonus to parrying and dodging.

Dodging into My Blade -> you must have this maneuver readied. If you opponent dodges your or your allies attack while this is readied, you can basically say "Lmaoooo" and attack them again

Skills!

High physical stuff like jumping and climbing, resist, move quietly, hide

Middling intimidation, spot hidden, repine, and grapple

Low first aid (scared of own blood) and listen.

Knowledges!

High linguistics, cooking, and espionage

Middling riding arts (for cars and stuff)

Low almost everything else (doesn't mean he's dumb. Fighters just aren't built for having a ton of knowledges)

Possible Scars!

Alcoholic - CON based - Roll a withstand check upon the GM's orders to see if you feel the urge to take a drink. On a fail you either take a swig or suffer withdrawal

Bad With Magic - POW and CON based - Anytime characters with this scar roll a check involving power expenditure, the GM describes it as if they are deeply unsettled by it, that it seems strange, random and scary, and that they are somehow making a mistake, regardless of what the magic does, how it functions, or if they succeeded or not. 

Possible Traits!

Buddies! -> Select another character. Decide on a secret handshake, set of gestures, or exchange. It does not have to be uniform, but does have to be meaningful. Anytime you perform this with them, and one of you gains exhaustion, instantly both of you gain 1d3 to a stat. They do not have to be the same stat, select them when you take the maneuver. If the other dies, this trait is removed, granting the character back the trait points, and the character gains a -1d3 to that stat forever.  (THE FUCKING HANDSHAKE AGAIN)

Poison Blood -> Anyone eating characters with this trait takes 1d6 necrotic damage per SIZ consumed, and the character can take 1 HP from themselves to coat weapons in their blood, which deals 1d4 necrotic damage or stuns the enemy for 1d4-1 turns. It will add this effect to 1 attack until it dries in 3d6+CON turns. (something something alcohol-poisoned blood)

Sturdy ->  While at max HP characters with this trait cannot be reduced below 1 HP in one hit.

Natural Jester -> Anytime characters with this trait crit fail any check, anyone who witnesses it must roll a withstand check or be stunned for 1 turn. 

Fast to The Fight -> Add +3 to initiative rolls (can be taken more than once)

There's actually a TON of traits that could fit Curt but I'm capping it off here because I will go overboard.

Anyway thanks for reading! Sorry if any of this is incomprehensible.

[interstcheck]

♡   ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ + ᴄᴏ - ᴀᴅᴍɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ;

hello , loves ! i'm currently looking to bring a new group to the tags , but would really love to create something with someone . i usually run groups myself , so i'm very comfortable with setting everything up and making my own graphics but i'd love a duo buddy in this . bouncing ideas off of each other , sharing the workload and falling in love with whatever we create seems way better than stressin' myself out alone . i'm also leaning towards making the group a discord rpg , which out of all my many years of being in the rpc , i've never jumped into . ideally , besides becoming besties , you'd have some knowledge about setting up discord severs all snazzy . ngl a bit of a aesthetic lover , love when things look pretty and specialized . i'm decent with some discord related things but if the coding and setting up the pages is really ur jam , i'd be vvv happy . i think the idea of a more close - knit , group where we develop characters + throw in plot drops to keep stories moving forward is more what i'm interested in making rather than a normal , larger muse count tumblr rp . if this sounds of any interest to you , send me a message and we can get to talkin' to see if we are on the same wavelength , ya know ? i wanna make sure we're both genuinely excited and love what we end up making together .

♡ ​🇸​​🇮​​🇲​​🇵​​🇱​​🇮​​🇫​​🇮​​🇪​​🇩​ ​🇵​​🇱​​🇴​​🇹​ ​🇮​​🇩​​🇪​​🇦​​🇸​ 🇧​​🇪​​🇱​​🇴​​🇼​ ​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​ ​🇨​​🇺​​🇹​ ⦂

slightly mama mia inspired , taking place in greece , a group of friends are reunited for their friends wedding . this would be a skeleton group , each friend having pre - established connections to one another that will for sure bring some drama forward and help provide plot & character development .

a group of musicians embark on a summer tour , each of them either in a band / group / or a solo artist . locations would change as they tour around the world .

small town with very fleshed out locations , town history , and tight - knit friend group . elements could be added to make the plot have more to it . such as rival groups in town , the group had a friend disappear , they were all at the scene of a crime , ect . we could come up with something together to give the simple plot a little something more !

a cruise rp , either all rich / celebs filming a reality show while aboard or just normal ole' friends who promised each other a big trip .

slightly inspired by miss peregrine's home for peculiar children , this plot would include some supernatural elements . a group of peculiars , people with powers , have been living in the same town for years in peace until suddenly it seems they're being tracked down by a skilled , unknown hunter . or a boys inspired rp , again humans with powers but more grounded in reality . i've never really done a supernatural / superhuman group before but i think it could be really fun and there are so many different routes to go down

rich kids / celeb rp with a secret society aspect .

if you have any other ideas you've been dying to bring to life , i'm also open to hearing other suggestions . again , i want something the both of us would love to create .

[lovejustforaday]

2023 Year End List - #18

18. The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We - Mitski

Main genres: Indie Folk

A decent sampling of: Slowcore, Alternative Country, Chamber Pop, Countrypolitan

Gonna admit something that could get me crucified in some spaces of the internet - Mitski is not my #1 contemporary "sad girl" in indie rock/pop, and I've never really 100% bought the hype.

She's definitely talented, and arguably the most likable, down-to-earth indie musician that has reached her level of fame. But Puberty 2 through Be The Cowboy and Laurel Hell, I've only ever found about two tracks on each of these records that I'd wanna revisit regularly (Haven't touched the fan favourite Bury Me At Makeout Creek or those first two records yet, so I could be totally missing out on her best material).

You see, "Your Best American Girl" and "Nobody" are excellent singles that have always deserved the hype they received, but then her records as a whole have generally been full of these songs that I would describe as "under-cooked" and sometimes too short for their own good.

This time around, however, I'm happy to express that I genuinely really enjoyed her latest LP The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We. Mitski's greatest qualities as a songwriter shine much brighter here than on recent past projects. Stripping everything down to intimate, slow-moving folk-country balladry plays to her greatest strengths - the way in which Mitski carries her melodies so delicately, like a broken bird when singing, and how clearly gifted she is at writing those melodies.

The display of painfully universal human emotions also permeates this record as much as any other Mitski project, but this time I feel that her songs are given more room to breathe, which allows the emotional gut punches to hit much harder.

This is most evident on the record's finest moment, a song called "Heaven" which, like all of the best Mitski tracks, is mostly about the shameless longing for the love of another human being, this time set to the tune of arcadian, countrypolitan-style string arrangements that flourish over a wistful promenade of reflections on her unbridled devotion towards a lover that is all too absent. This is the sound of her signature artistic style aging into a fine, full-bodied wine that I could very easily get drunk off of (and then, in true Mitski fashion, start sobbing uncontrollably).

There's also the thundering bittersweet triumph of "When Memories Snow", wherein Mitski expresses the desire to wipe clean all the traumas of the past, while achieving a sound that is close, familiar, and personal, yet also somehow larger than life as any 60s brill building production. That bold country orchestra is every bit as awakening to the senses as dunking your head in a bucket of ice water, and I also just need to take a minute to acknowledge the deeply satisfying chord progressions that manage to really seal the deal on making this track feel truly massive.

I also really appreciate the closer "I Love Me After You", an epilogue that gently sways and disappears into a hushed, forested midnight of bassy piano chords, low crashing cymbals, and sleepy guitar drones.

If you weren't fully sold on Mitski before in the same way that I wasn't, then this could very well be the record that gets you hooked. The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We plays to all of her strengths as an artist, and it really shows Mitski coming into her own as a seasoned musician who's capable of adapting to new sounds.

I'm still not convinced she couldn't make an even better record in the future if she continues in this direction as a songwriter. It's a bit slow to start, and the B-side heavily dominates the album, but this is her first record that I will be putting in my regular rotation, and a big highlight of the year for the Mitski diehards and longtime skeptics alike. So kudos to the millennial queen of sad girl indie.

8/10

Highlights: "Heaven", "When Memories Snow", "I Love Me After You", "My Love Mine All Mine"

[raisinghellonstarbug]

I posted 248 times in 2022

27 posts created (11%)

221 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@spneveryseason

@rilannon

@filmgifs

@mysteryofloveforevermore

@ruinedsam

I tagged 179 of my posts in 2022

Only 28% of my posts had no tags

#sam winchester - 27 posts

#supernatural - 20 posts

#sastiel - 15 posts

#dean winchester - 14 posts

#red dwarf - 12 posts

#samdean - 11 posts

#samcas - 11 posts

#james acaster - 11 posts

#classic spn - 10 posts

#midam - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 104 characters

#i am tired of finding fics that are not solely midam fics but insist having destiel in the storyline too

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So who knew a teen TV show about two boys who go to the same school, become best friends and then realise they both like each other and wanna be boyfriends would be the reason I finally acknowledge my bi disaster self just like Nick does but instead I discover this when I'm 26 and in a fully and happily committed relationship with a man 😅😅

"Why are we like this?"

No, why am I like this?

12 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#4

Can someone please write a Midam fic that doesn't involve Destiel.. like at all?? Kfanksbye

13 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#3

Can you please reblog/like this post if you're still interested in reading more chapters of my Sastiel fanfic, Electric Indigo?

It's not a finished story yet and I wanna make sure that I'm not continuing it for no reason except for my own benefit. I mean, I wanna finish it but I also wanna make sure I still have readers!

Because let's face it - What's a story without the reader, eh?

If I have solid encouragement to continue it then that would be great because the smutty chapter I'm writing (chapter 14 the next one that is) is really hard to finish and well, I don't know if I'm any good at writing smut so you're going to need to tell me when it's finally completed! ;)

cheers guys,

Luna x

p.s the link to the fic is below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27330559?view_full_work=true

19 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#2

Necessary Warmth In Winter

A Midam fluffy and soft domestic life AU one-shot fanfic

Plot: Adam and Michael go on a little winter trip and stay at a cabin. Adam is desperate to keep warm and Michael decides that he's adamant that Adam will be comfortable no matter what it takes.

Rating: T

Additional tags: friends to lovers, fluff, au human, unrequited but not really unrequited love, winter, cuddles and snuggling, hot chocolate, first kiss

Link on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36340774

24 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hey guys so my first text post of 2022!

This is a bit later than I intended, but here we go...

So, 2021 while stressful due to obvious pandemic reasons, was also a weirdly decent year for me. It's a year that I discovered more of who I am and how good life could be now that I have finally begun to move on from past traumatic experiences and mental health problems, these problems I was still dealing with regardless of a pandemic or not. They had been lingering years before the worst shit happened to the whole world and I am grateful that I have worked them out, whether covid affected that or not. I can't say if it did to be honest. But anyway.

My point is that while yes, my mental health could always potentially get bad again, it seems that for the time being, I'm actually and honestly doing well. So there is that.

Life has also got pretty busy lately, so that would be why I don't use tumblr that often these days, but in spite of this, there have been some great peeps on here that I'm glad to have gotten to know in the last year or two on a semi regular basis, perhaps only spoken to a little or even just mutually followed.

So said peeps, I would like to give a special mention to. These peeps are just plain awesome and lovely (and I hope I don't forget anyone - sorry in advance if I did!!) are as follows:

@omnishambolichologram @posingasme @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin @jazzforthecaptain @postpunkphantomthief @ampelmensch @sastiel-daily @trippin-over-my-fandoms @rilannon @laurabeech @by-the-primes @purplepadawolf @sam-spirit-winchester @samwinchcster @hanabi-09 @avalonsilver @moonie-lunie @thequeenofsastiel @fyremagik @sastielsfandom @mygallimaufry @four-am-fanfiction @jtownraindancer @youcandalekmyballs @wendibird @awesomesusiebstuff @irishangelniall @purplecyphers @hxilstorm @loverofdemoncorns ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Basically, I just wanna wish you all an amazing and prosperous 2022. It's been a harrowing couple of years for us all but let's just go into it without much expectations. Let's just hope it's an easier one!

Also, if anyone that I tagged or anyone who follows me wants to reach out and send a DM for any particular reason, then I am happily open to that! Especially if you're struggling. I like to help where I can if at all possible. And I genuinely mean that. Mental health is important!

Anyway, see you guys on the flip side yo (i'm such a dork).

Cheers,

Luna x

32 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

This really goes to show that I have been using tumblr a lot less which I do deeply regret.

2022 has been a busier year than previous years and life got in the way from my creativity so I guess that's why!

Will try to come to this more often again because I have missed it

[deerfests]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by: @zonkutonshorrifyingpeenie (thank you!)

How many works do you have on AO3?

70! We surpassed the funny number.

What's your total AO3 word count?

227,690 (only 5,014 more since last time).

What fandoms do you write for?

Still the RCU.

Top five fics by kudos?

In need -128kudos

Try to sleep -115kudos

Good Boy -113kudos

Cupids' Misfire -112kudos

Like Newlyweds Do -110kudos

Casual reminder, kudos are nice but ultimately don't mean shit.

Do you respond to comments?

I try to, but sometimes I just mentally do it and forget to actually do it then too much time passes till I remember/notice, and it is too awkward to do that.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Finality, or Honeythief because both deal with dark subject matter, but then I also hate both those fics.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Still the Cartography series, but who knows.

Do you get hate on fics?

I know I've gotten an angry comment or two, considerably unprovoked on completely tagged content but that's neither here nor there. I am not aware of anything beyond that, but been told it's a possibility.

Do you write smut?

Occasionally, though I'm moving further away from it because now I find it a little boring... or I just don't seem to care. To say, there's nothing wrong with PWP even, I've just gotten to the point where PWP is not my thing, and I'd rather have a plot that includes it eventually. Sometimes it just ends up the plot doesn't need it.

Craziest crossover?

Not a fan of crossovers, the craziest I'll ever get is probably within the RCU but that doesn't even count.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Currently unaware of that, so I can't say. I've had my headcanons lifted with no nod or acknowledgment though, which is... whatever -- but still stung a bit.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes...

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

There were two attempts, both failing.

All time favorite ship

ScratchWake owns my soul :/ I've spent 12 years with them and I'll spend 12 more.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Could make an endless list, tbh. I just wanna finish something, but for the last month, I've just been scrapping WIPs.

What are your writing strengths?

I said dialog last time, but upon reflection, I don't actually know.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Okay, now I'm gonna get into it:

If it's a pattern of how the character talks in canon (for example: Ahti), then absolutely as long as you're being mindful and using the correct resources (AKA: not Google translate)... However, if it's a character talking in one language throughout the entire series, may it be not English, but you're writing in English and we're supposed to assume they're talking in the language they talk in canon? Do not include random foreign words, it not only kills the flow imho but it also just feels cringy. Lastly, if it's a character capable of speaking two languages, then actually note that forgetting a word would not suddenly mean I'm saying the word in their native tongue and awkwardly amending. It'll be closer to "I'm going to -- um fuck forgot the word-- what's that thing, you know..." or whatever. Also, some native speakers of their language wouldn't call their lover(s) pet names in their own language or tell them they love them in their own language because they feel it's awkward and kinda cringe.

Sorry, but it's the truth of how I feel.

First fandom you wrote in?

It was a sitcom...

Favorite fic you've written?

I really and genuinely do not think I've written anything that I feel good about currently.

If you were forced to write only one genre for the rest of your life (like James Patterson lol) what would you want it to be?

I guess romance because I like human interactions the most. I sadly am not as decent at anything else.

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Tagging: I don't actively know who to tag. Sorry.

[svnaslove]

‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙　“is this seat taken?”　˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊

[a/n; ] asking haikyuu boys if “is this seat taken?” while pointing to their lap lsdkfjs

iwaizumi hajime (established relationship); atsumu miya; (enemies to lovers)

WAIT THIS IS MY FIRST TIEM WRITING ENEMIES OT LOVERS AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH LSKFJDS I WANT TO WRITE EVERYTHING LIKE THISJFLKDSFJ

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

(established relationship)

you walk towards your boyfriend who’s sitting on the stands, an elbow propping the hand supporting his face as he slouched, watching the game turn out. you two were watching the remainder of the tournament that aoba johsai had been eliminated from, having had oikawa left hours ago because he got too petty to watch the rest, stating “i have better things to do, i don’t wanna watch either of them win.” earning another snarl from hajime telling him how shitty he is.

“it’s okay, it can be just us two, i’ll get us a drink from the shop in the cafeteria.” you smiled before you had left, him being in a somewhat distressed state trying to understand what the other team was doing to strategize, as you were now returning with a boba tea for you two to share.

you smiled at hajime’s figure, the way his features softened from focus caused by watching the game, “hi baby” he smiled, straightening his back back to greet you, his eyes softly resting on yours, as if he had completely forgotten the game.

“hellooooo” you smiled, stopping right in front of him, “what’s wrong?” he asked, a hand coming to rest on your waist at your figure in front of him, “is this seat taken?” you ask containing yourself from laughter keeping a soft smile on your face, hajime’s face contorted to momentary confusion as he was trying to understand, you looked down to his lap and repeated, “well, is it taken? because i’m tired and i wanna sit down.”

hajime laughed, “no it’s not taken, you can take it,” as he led your waist to his lap, fixing a kiss on the corner of your neck causing you to squirm, “heyyy quit it, here we can drink our boba now,” you protested

“ok ok, thank you sweetheart,” he laughed, causing your gut to disarray with butterflies again, “one more,” he announced and left another kiss on the sensitive part of your neck causing you to squirm on his lap again, “ahh hajiii.”

ATSUMU MIYA

(enemies to lovers)

“well maybe if ya wasn’t so annoying i could deal with you,” he spat, “oh please, can’t you shut your mouth for a second? you’d be a lot prettier then, miya.” you contorted towards the blonde, his face twisting into something indescribable at your statement.

“so yer think i’m pretty y/n? how cute, i think you’d be prettier with your mouth shut too.” he replied with a shit eating grin.

you roll your eyes at the comment and scoff, turning to osamu, “you need to get a hold of your brother.” you advised, crossing your arms around your chest and turning from atsumu, completely blocking out the guy, the comment causing osamu to sigh out loud, “he’s a maniac, and you’re the only one that keeps him sane,” he replied before being cutoff by atsumu cutting the air with a loud scoff.

“them?? keeping me sane?? as if ! they’re as useful as a bird without wings.” he threw, making your stir once again, uncrossing your arms from your position, “well at least i have decent human empathy, you asshole,” you spit, turning away from him without the awareness that atsumu unconsciously was taking in all of the curves on your body as you walked away from him, catching himself in the middle of it and throwing himself out of his daze, scrunching his eyes tightly shut together while rubbing his eyes in a hunched position to get the thought of you out of his head.

“you’re in love with her ‘tsumu, just admit it.” osamu sighed in a bored tone watching his twin try to block off his thoughts.

“i’m not in love with her, she’s in love with me, idiot.” he lied, walking past his twin in the opposite direction as yours.

aran came in from a nearby seat had had watching the whole thing, he turned his gaze to osamu, “when are they going to date already?” he hunched in a sort of annoyed expression, osamu looked his teammate, another bored look on his face, “i don’t know but it’s making me tired.” he replied watching his brother leave.

..

you conflicted at your thoughts from your most recent argument with atsumu, atsumu that damn asshole. and why didn’t he get out of your head? the bare though of it made you want to scream. his smug ass expressions and the way he’d turn an argument to comment in a flirty manner drove you insane and it pissed you off.

because now he won’t leave your head.

even though you were conflicted, you did realize that maybe you did have a crush on the annoying asshole.

and if anything, wouldn’t it be more fun if you just messed with him about it? after all, you weren’t scared of him.

you watched with an indescribable expression on your face as you saw atsumu enter the gym, taking a seat in one of the bleachers for free period at the college campus, him being nearly exactly across from you in the gym, though you knew he hadn’t noticed you yet or he’d be throwing smug grins to you.

you decided to stand up and head to him, a confident, almost bored tone on your face. “is this seat taken?”

atsumu looked up at you, “huh?”

“i said is this seat taken, dumbass” you replied

there it was.

a huge smirk grew on his face as the meaning of the question dawned on him, “go ahead and take it princess.” he replied leaning back as you sat on his lap

his arms snaked around your waist and held you there, “you know what?”

“hm?”

“you look prettier on my lap.” he smirked, his words reaching you by his lips barely being an inch away from your ear his hand wrapped around your waist taking a little pinch at your skin to see your reaction causing you to jump, “atsumu-” you started before being cutoff, “relax princess, i’m just teasing ya, besides, it’s not nice to be mean to pretty things is it?”

[hornet-breaker]

Karl Burrito

He was literally asking for this.

Tw: soft safe vore, chewing, thoughts of death/digestion, fear,

Karl had a hilarious prank planned for this afternoon and managed to get Quackity in on it. They went to chipotle to pick up lunch (Karl would normally leech off Sapnap or Quackity’s meals being a borrower so Quackity only had to get enough food for him and Sapnap) and on the drive back Karl felt mischievous.

“Quackity, stuff me in Sapnap’s burrito, I wanna scare him!” Karl asked.

“Are you sure, I don’t want you to get hurt.” Quackity sounded unsure.

“I’ll give you 50$” Karl bribed.

“Deal, how deep do you wanna go in this thing?” Quackity said, parking the car and unwrapping the burrito.

Karl was stuffed into the food decently so that Sapnap could see him, but Karl was at an angle that unless Sapnap decided to eat it sideways for whatever reason, he’d be safe from getting bitten and dying. The burrito was rewrapped and the plan was set. Karl couldn’t stop giggling as he nibbled on a piece of rice directly in front of his face.

He heard Quackity call Sapnap down and soon Karl heard the burrito foil being unwrapped.

“Where’s Karl?” Sapnap asked curiously.

“He stole some of my food already so he went back to his room before I could catch him.” Quackity said nonchalantly.

Karl heard an amused scoff as Sapnap took the first bite. He could hear his human friend chewing and he felt a little unnerved by it.

“He’s like a rat sometimes,” Sapnap scoffed, taking another bite.

“But he’s our little rat.” Quackity added.

“Our little rat that needs constant supervision.” Sapnap took another bite. He was getting closer.

As the conversation went on Karl was starting to have second thoughts. The sound of teeth tearing through meat, veggies, and tortilla was scaring him. Oh no, was he going to die.

Crrunch!

Karl was blinded by the sudden light revealed after Sapnap’s teeth tore through the burrito once again. He was next for sure.

Uh oh, I gotta get his attention quick! Thought Karl.

“Oh Sapnap!” Karl yelled out, the fire born wasn’t listening. “It’s me lover boy! S-Sapnap?”

All he saw was Sapnap’s mouth open wide and the dark abyss that was his fiancé’s throat. Oh shit, he did not think this through.

CRRRUNCH!!

Karl thought for a moment Sapnap had bit him, but somehow he was completely inside his mouth unharmed physically, still embedded in food, oh fuck he was still embedded in the food! He squirmed out of the burrito chunk as Sapnap began chewing, tossing the borrower around making it near impossible to orient himself or even move.

“Sapnap!” Karl screamed. His only response was him being pulled back by a sickening “Glurk!” and descending down into Sapnap’s stomach. The ride was dreadfully slow but he finally arrived into the belly of his fiancé with the rest of his lunch.

Thankfully borrowers were immune to stomach acids, but in thankfully the belly of a fire born was fucking atrociously hot, like he was standing in the nether! His night vision adjusted to his surroundings as more chewed up food poured in. It was still a miracle he didn’t get hurt in the mouth, actually!

Karl tried to listen outside, But Sapnap’s body was too thick to hear anything but his own voice.

“What do you mean? …. Oh yeah I knew he was in there, I could smell him as soon as I picked up the burrito … Quackity demons have enhanced senses …. Yeah I saw him, and I know you’re listening to me Karl, or you can at least hear me.”

That bastard.

“You knew the whole time?!” Karl shouted.

“Yup. I knew you were there. And you’re not coming out, you wanna hide in people’s food you’re gonna be treated like food … oh and Quackity says you owe him 50$.” Sapnap said with a snarky tone.

“Damn, he’s not even concerned if I’m okay? Rude,” Karl pouted playfully. Sapnap chuckled and food continued to periodically enter the stomach.

It was unsettling to watch the things around you get melted and turned into mush but at least he was inside the belly of a person he knows and loves.

[maetheartist]

RESIDENT EVIL 4 REMAKE ROLEPLAY CALLOUT: REWRITTEN!

Hi I copy and pasted my last rp callout for Resident Evil 4, if you noticed, no you didn’t

Hi there! My name is Mae, pleasure to meet anyone who happens to come across this post- I am a young artist, hopping right back into Resident Evil 4 after the hype died down- yes, I joined last minute, I know… but I may or may have not gotten attached to a certain someone and am down horribly for- Major Krauser - AHEM. BUT ANYWAYS, I am looking for some people to rp with for the drama, romance and ships alike! I am dying to find fellow people who share my interests and are willing to hear me out on the concept ideas I made for Resident Evil 4! But nonetheless, let’s get right into it, ladies and gentlemen! :DD and yes, I rewrote my shit, new rules!

So here are the rules

Lets start off with requirements and rules!

Self-inserts are welcome!

Have a semiliterate writing style, proper grammar, and use quotations marks.

I roleplay on discord, I will not be role playing anywhere else.

Do not try and convince me to do anything that goes against what I have as my personal rules… if you are a decent human being, I humbly ask of you to please respect my boundaries, and I’ll respect yours!

If you want to have an rp… please send me a writing sample of yours so I can get an understanding of how you write, and see if I wanna work with it. It’s not required! But highly preferred and appreciated!

No…

No Mary Sues or Gary Sues, please, it is literally not any fun if your OC is too OP and has no weaknesses, just no, I will point it out in the RP if it Happens.

No Incest or Sexual Assault themes in role plays, a hard no.

No smut. If there is to be a smut scene in an rp, there will be a time skip to after the scene, no during it, no nada, only before and after scenes, I will NOT be writing two of our characters doing the nasty baby making ritual. 😭

No… but…

No Smut, definitely not… but suggestive and flirtatious dialogue is allowed! If there are to be any sexual scenes to happen, there will be time skips.

No controlling my OCs! but I can understand describing things like rain on their skin and certain pains they feel on their body.

No one sentence or very short replies… but I understand a small sentence or two, but don't do it the whole RP.

Do not keep the whole spotlight only to your character and their ship Partner, it is not Fair.

My writing style is Semi-literate, I prefer semi-literate writers over text talk writers unless it’s OCC.

Don’t what that is? Here!

Semi-Literate example:

The Moon goddess her lake from the bridge, sighing in contentment as she turned her attention to the moonlight reflecting the water’s surface with a soft gaze. "The best place to be for the silence is here..."

Text-talk example:

*Suijin looked at her confused* what do you mean? *She raised a brow*

Stuff I do and prefer!

I enjoy roleplaying fluff, romance, platonic relationships, action, and or comedic stuff!

I accept OC x Cannon, OC x OC and Cannon x Cannon ships! I also heavily encourage self-serts!

AUs are welcome! Though when I say AUs, I mean the fairly common ones like Yandere AU, Enemies to lovers AU, etc, etc. BUT! I’ll always be open to hearing out whatever you bring to the table!

Paragraphs? WHERE?!? Paragraphs are something I am absolutely down for, and I love them in roleplays! Especially when they are very detailed! I do em too and I would love it if someone else did as well!

If you know what Resident Evil 4 is all about… then you already know, violence and gore is definitely allowed, lol. Dark elements too, as long as they fit under the resident evil dark category.

Characters I’m able to play!

Leon S. Kennedy

Ashley Graham

Jack Krauser

Ramon Salazar

Luis Sierra

Bitores Mendez

Lord Saddler

Ada Wong

Ingrid Hunnigan

The Merchant

Characters I’d like you to play, if possible!

Jack Krauser (Top of my list because I’d very much would like to do an OC x Jack Krauser ship, lol)

Lord Saddler

Bitores Mendez

Ingrid Hunnigan

Ada Wong

The roles can be negotiated before an rp, we can switch stuff up depending n what you’d like to rp, I am flexible with who I play as! but I fear the only ship I will not be doing is Jack Krauser x Leon S Kennedy, I don’t know, it makes me uncomfortable as I see them with a Jim Hawkins and John Silver relationship, sorry! (I hope someone out there knows treasure planet to know what I mean.)

If you worry about getting responses back to me late- don’t get too worked up over it, we all have lives outside of the internet, and we just have to accept the fact that we can’t always be available! But do keep in mind that it’s good to let your friends online know that you may have to disappear for it bit, it also lets me know you’ll be busy for a bit! :D

If you want to RP with me, that’s great! I rp in Discord as it helps to organize everything, and if you’re interested and would like more questions- shoot me a dm, and I’ll answer when I can, thank you, and a have a wonderful day!

[pinkrubberducky]

Is Harry Styles the One to Break the Curse of Toxic Masculinity?

By Jillian Bradin in September 2022

Harry Styles, a former One Direction band member, otherwise known as Fruit Man among his fans, is one of the most controversial pop stars of the summer. There a lot of people who have said he is queer-baiting, a term defined as someone who presents “queer ideas” soley for the purpose of marketing and gaining a larger audience. This began when he was pictured in Vogue Magazine in 2020 wearing a Gucci dress and since then has been helping people come out to their families or friends at his own shows. 

pic via rolling stone uk

People seem to have an issue with this because he, himself, has not actually said anything about his sexuality, however that shouldn't matter. Why are we questioning other people’s sexuality in 2022? It’s just a way people live, it's how people are, and again, like Harry says, we should treat people with kindness. Sexuality is a fluid spectrum and people should love people regardless of gender, sexuality and how one dresses. 

Consequently, from this idea of dressing or acting “gay” stems toxic masculinity. The idea of being more femine as a cis man has created backlash of not being “manly” enough, the sole definition of what toxic masculinity is. Toxic masculinity is doing things to seem like you are this alpha male, who is “better than everyone else” because they’re the most “manly”. This has led to issues of homophobia if you’re seen wearing or saying something “not manly enough”. 

So how does his music bridge this idea of toxic masculinity and interpersonal struggles? 

While it is true that Styles sings about fruit like Watermelon Sugar, many of his songs have a lot of longing to be more feminine throughout them. The media, a large scope of it at least, have begun to assume that he is part of the LGBTQ+ because of the qualities he possesses that are seen more in women, such as wearing more “feminine clothing” and being a decent human. This creates a fine line- no pun intended- between what men can do, how they speak, what they can wear and who they can be, without being called a woman, which is degrading for so many reasons. 

His music contains lyrics that can be listened to with many different perspectives, whether on the surface or with intent. There are a lot of songs I could analyze, however, I will be choosing one album that seems the most fitting as it contains a lot of songs longing to be who is with no remorse.  

On the album Fine Line, the songs She, Cherry, Fine line, and Treat People With Kindness, include lyrics that have a double meaning, or in other words contain double entendres. 

Although there are these amazing songs, I'm afraid if I write about all of them, no one will read this blog. So, without further ado, I will give you my top 3 songs off Fine Line that represent what a true man is. 

Fine Line; Put a price on emotion, i’m looking for something to buy

      I don't want to fight you, And I don't wanna sleep in the dirt

       We'll get the drinks in, So I'll get to thinking of her

       We'll be a fine line

The lyrics on a more shallow perspective look like they are talking about struggles with an old lover or past relationship. However, looking more closely, you can see that he says, Put a price on emotion, I'm looking for something to buy; to me, those lyrics scream that he wants to be allowed to have emotion but it will come at the price of being seen as less masculine or not manly enough. He then says, I don’t want to fight you and I don't want to sleep in the dirt, we’ll get the drinks in so I'll get to thinking of her. In this case, I think that he doesn’t want to suppress his feminine side, which I believe is the “Her” he is referring to. The lyrics seem like he wants to be his masculine self and not care about if things are seen as less masculine, which could be seen as defying toxic masculinity. 

She;    He takes a boat out, Imagines just sailing away (away, away)

And not telling his mates (not telling his mates), He wouldn't know what to say     (wouldn't know what to say, to say)

She (she), She lives in daydreams with me (she), She's the first one that I   see

And I don't know why, I don't know who she is (she), Lives for the memory

A woman who's just in his head (just in his head), And she sleeps in his bed (his bed)

While he plays pretend (pretend), So pretend (pretend)

The lyrics of “a woman who's just in his head, and she sleeps in his” might refer to how he recognizes himself in different aspects of his identity that he holds within himself, almost like a secret. Unlike Fine Line, this song seems to tell the story of how he wants to show who he really is and tell his friends and people closer to him, but seems afraid as if something bad might come of it. He also writes that he takes a boat and imagines sailing away. This, to me, symbolizes day dreaming about something and escaping from reality. To put it in context, Harry wants to get away from the reality of being scared or afraid of who sees him as how he sees himself. 

  Finally, the song Treat People With Kindness just embodies emotions of finding who you are and wanting to be yourself in a place where people don’t judge you. 

TPWK;  I got a good feeling, I'm just takin' it all in

   Floating up and dreamin', Droppin' into the deep end

   And if we're here long enough, They'll sing a song for us (ah- ah-ah-ah), 

   And we'll belong,

   Maybe we can, Find a place to feel good

   And we can treat people with kindness

  The lyrics “floating up and dreaming” conveys a world in which Harry wants to escape to. One where people live alongside you and encourage you to be the best version of yourself with no judgment or criticism. The next set of lyrics, “if we’re here long enough, they’ll sing a song for us” represents the patience he is willing to endure in order to make his dream a reality, and maybe, just maybe, everyone will treat people with kindness. 

Overall, Harry Styles has done an incredible job trying to diminish the ideas of toxic masculinity. I think that if more men, and even women and people in between, were to follow in the footsteps of him, the idea of being manly enough would expire and people could truly be themselves. Why try to fit into society’s standards when we could change the standards of society instead? Maybe if we did that, the world would be a better place and more men would be singing about fruit. 

[ladyvesuvia]

Ceasefire

Anon: when the reader and draco finally stopped hating each other after they've been enemies for so many years (they're still at Hogwarts tho) but they still tease each other every now and then cause they just can't stop. || for my 300 followers celebration

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: How they went from each other’s bane of existence to idiots who couldn’t see what they mean to each other resorting to teasing back and forth long after putting an end to constant jinxing and hexing.

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A/N: my format is once again inconsistent. hehe btw here’s some enemies to frenemies to friends to lovers. i also added a bit of…fairy tales if that’s ok skxdhuw (beauty and the beast + cinderella) || EDIT: minor mentions of draco being taller than the reader

[NAVIGATION] [MASTERLIST]

I. Autograph Book: June 25, 1998

“Yep, then your signature right here,” [Y/N] said to Ginny, who then scrawled her signature at the bottom after writing a short message to her. “Okay, thank you, love you.”

“'Course you do,” said Ginny, winking back at her. [Y/N] stuck her tongue out, laughing even after Ginny had gone.

[Y/N] had brought an autograph book where she got her friends to sign it up and fill it out with their answers such as their name, favorite color, band, song, and etcetera. At the bottom was empty space for a short message to the owner of the autograph book. Half of it was filled. She mostly got her friends from seventh year to fill it out. After all, this was their last year in Hogwarts.

Most of the students had left the Great Hall already, and she was still busy cutting a non-magical photo of her and Ginny from when she invited her over to her house one summer before their fourth year started.

“What’s that?” said a voice from behind her, taking the book into his hands. She looked up to find Draco Malfoy, getting a bit of deja vu from her third year. She would have stood up and grabbed it back, but she knew how it would end, and so she remained seated.

“Autograph book,” she said lamely. “I had my friends fill it out.”

“Saving your best friend for last, huh?” He sat down right next to her, flipping through the pages. “I’m free now.”

“Ew, you’re not gonna fill it.” She snatched the book back.

Draco feigned a look of hurt, bringing his hand up to his chest. “That hurt, my good friend. Come on, hand me that quill, I’ll sign your book.”

“Right,” she said with a wrinkled nose as she began to pack her bag.

“Where’re you going?” Draco whined.

“Sleep because I’m human.”

“Since when do you sleep?”

“You’re not gonna give this up, aren’t you?”

“Never,” agreed Draco, extending his palm, beckoning her to hand the book to him. She did. “This is a good enough birthday gift,” he said as he flipped the book, dipping the quill in the opened ink before he began to write.

“Your birthday was twelve days ago.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t give me any gift! Oh — okay, name. . .” Draco proceeded to mumble to himself as he answered the book. “It says here to write how long we’ve been friends.”

“Friends? That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?” she mused. Draco scowled, moving on to the next question as she proceeded to laugh.

“Ooh, spirit animal. Do I just put my Patronus? No? Well, I’d say my spirit animal’s a dragon. Or a snake.”

“I think you mean ferret,” she said to herself, trying to pass it off as a cough.

“Hey, I heard that!”

“Good, because you were supposed to! Get that over with now, I wanna go and chill in the common room.”

Draco blew a raspberry. “You’re a bad friend, you know that?”

“Hm, I’d say I’m doing a pretty decent job.”

“So you agree?”

“What?”

“So you agree you’re a friend, bad as you may be?”

“Whatever, just hurry. Point is that I’m an okay person.”

“Not even close,” said Draco, grinning as he finished signing it. “I know you’re going to miss me once I’m gone, so I wrote you a very heartwarming message inside. Thank me later.”

II. Genesis: December 1992

During her first year, when she just got sorted to her House, she sat in between other students she didn’t bother to introduce herself to. Maybe out of wariness or maybe she was just shy, but she just didn’t. Now, as she stood amongst countless students, she found herself regretting not making an effort back then.

She was partnered up with someone from her House, but she was too busy trying to catch the eye of that one older boy from Slytherin. See, this was not out of some petty middle school crush. If anything, it was out of pure loathing.

Around September, she had sworn she had sworn she’d retaliate the moment she had the chance after he snatched a photo of her hamster that her older sister sent. She could still remember that they stood just outside the door to the Great Hall.

“What’s this? You like rodents?” he had said with a teasing voice with a tinge of gloat. But she fixated on that gloat.

“Give that back!” It wasn’t hard to grab it from him. He was only taller than her by two inches, and she was fast enough to snatch it back. “It’s my hamster.”

“'It’s my hamster!'” he said mockingly, throwing his head back as he cackled. “Their lifespans are awfully short, too bad you’re stuck here for seven years.”

“You keep talking smack about my hamster and I’ll make sure your lifespan is shorter than any rodent!” He seemed rather taken aback and just when he was about to open his mouth to say something back, a Prefect stepped out of the door, and soon students her year came out as well. As she walked away, she mouthed to him spitefully, “Peanut Butter.”

He didn’t seem to get it (she didn’t either), but she didn’t care as she disappeared into the crowd and fell in line with her House.

One thing they did get, however, was that war was on. And it most certainly did not stop there.

Back to the present, she shook her head, stretched her arms as she turned her attention away from the boy. Draco Malfoy risked a glance her way, checking to see if she was watching him. She wasn’t. Draco rolled his eyes at himself.

Later on, while Draco and Harry duelled in front of the other students, one spell sparked her interest — Tarantallegra.

In all her time in Hogwarts, she had never bothered to do Advanced Reading or do more than the bare minimum. But it was time to take some action. She spent her time in the library, looking up jinxes and hexes.

To put it simply: Her first and second year was mostly spent in Madam Pomfrey’s Hospital Wing. She’d gotten used to the two of them (yes, along with the boy) coming and going that they leave faster than they do every time they come.

At some point, the two had jinxed together with the same spell they had to spend three whole days in bedrest.

III. Where Did You Go: September 1993

So far, no fights since she set foot into Hogwarts. This was her second year, and she was determined not to make any mistake to make her stay plunge into mayhem.

That morning was just like any other Welcoming Feast; appetizing meals presented right in front of them, excited chatter, and familiar faces. Of course, it was also mixed with the frightened faces of the newly welcome first years.

As she ate a chicken leg, she only thought of how brilliant the weather is as the dome at the top of the room said so, and that nothing could possibly ruin a lovely day like this.

[Y/N] was taking a sip of her apple juice when an owl swooped in and approached her table. It wasn’t her own tawny owl. She didn’t know what breed it was even when it got closer. She was trying to get a good look at the owl when she realized it was holding out something for her. Something red. Her seat mates let out low whistles while others were trying to see what was going on.

A Howler on my first day? Her brows furrowed in confusion. As much as she hated to do so, she took it into her hands as the owl flew away. She prepared herself for the worst when she opened it.

It was quiet for a moment, and everyone around her was tense. She was about to throw it away when it jumped into the air and started . . . singing?

“If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe, I’d been married a long time ago. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?”

“Who’s Joe?” She heard one of her seat mates ask. She wasn’t the only one confused.

The Howler wasn’t that bad, she thought. It wasn’t even yelling. Then a beat started playing.

“If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe, I’d been married a long time ago. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?”

As soon as the instrumental played, more and more looked around to find the source. What she wouldn’t give for the Howler to eat her up right now. It started to dance around her, spitting the whining instrumental until it stopped right in front of her to blast some more.

“IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR COTTON-EYE JOE, I’D BEEN MARRIED A LONG TIME AGO WHERE DID YOU COME FROM, WHERE DID YOU GO? WHERE DID YOU COME FROM, COTTON-EYE JOE?”

It went on for three whole (devastating) minutes. When it finally shredded itself into pieces, she stormed to where Draco was seated, her hands balled up in annoyance. “What do you have to say?”

“Nothing,” he said, his face twisted from holding back his laugh. “Ow! It wasn’t me, I didn’t do it!”

“You sure as hell have something to do with it!” she spat. He shook his head, but he was just wheezing at this point. “You — Then why are you laughing?”

“Because whoever did it is a freaking genius!”

“Oh, I know you have something to do with it.”

“It wasn’t me, it was all Cotton-Eye Joe.” The Slytherin table launched into fits of raucous laughter, their faces scrunched up.

“I know you’re behind this,“ said [Y/N]. “Admit it!”

“Nope, I’m not.” She couldn’t see it, but he was tapping his legs under the table to the beat of the song.

IV. Tale As Old As Time: December 1994

Today was dreadful, what with her fellow third years squealing after being asked by other students from year four and above. She was so sure she’d be one of those who’d be asked to the Ball that she sent a letter to her mother asking if she could borrow her older sister’s prom dress but with extra petticoats.

She fancied this one fourth year Gryffindor with a thick accent, so when she saw him coming her way she practically smiled hysterically. This did not age well, though: Seamus Finnigan smiled back awkwardly, walking right past to approach Lavender Brown. She knew it was far-fetched but it wouldn’t hurt to hope the Hufflepuff champion would ask her out. Of course, he didn’t. But she wouldn’t mind anyone asking her out.

As the sun began to set, she ran back to her dormitory, slid the curtains hanging from her four-poster close, lay in her bed, and cradled the box of yellow dress her mother sent her. It wouldn’t have been so bad dancing around like Belle did in something so fancy-sounding like the ball. . . .

She stayed awake until she heard all of her dorm mates came in and fell asleep. Even though she lay there in bed, she couldn’t find the energy to sleep. Against her better judgment, she grabbed the box with her, stepped out of her dorm room bare-footed, and ran out to the second floor girls’ restroom, wobbling as she did so.

A minute or three later she stood — with aching legs — in front of a mirror in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She put the box on a sink and slipped on the gown, marveling at herself. She put her shiny high heels on the floor, slipping her feet in and already feeling like a princess.

She cleared her throat, preparing to mimic the voice of the beast. “Are you happy here with me?” she said with a deep and gruff voice.

Dusting her dress and holding up her hands as if someone else were holding them, she looked up at no one in particular, pretending she was Belle. “Yes,” she answered herself. She looked out, pretending she was looking at a brilliantly starry night sky.

“What is it?” she said again, copying the voice of the beast.

“If only I could see my father again, just for a moment,” she said in her normal voice. “I miss him so much.”

Finding it hard to deepen her voice, she cleared her throat once more. “There is a way.” She held out her arm, moving as if she were being led by the beast.

“Oh, wait, no, that scene’s just sad,” she said to herself, remembering that that one particular scene in the movie was the time Belle saw her father struggling and had to leave the palace.

She started to sing Tale As Old As Time, as sung by Mrs. Teapot. It was hard to imitate her voice, and she realized with a start that she sounded like Professor McGonagall. She couldn’t help but laugh.

She was wheezing while wiping her tears from her eyes when she heard someone else laugh. She froze.

Peeking into Moaning Myrtle’s stall, she saw no one there, not even in the other stalls. She turned to the door, realizing it was a bit open.

Panicking and not wanting to be caught by Mr. Filch or literally anyone, she dashed out of the bathroom, taking off with the empty box in her arms.

Holy, holy, holy, she chanted to herself. Her legs wobbled once she reached the stairs, and she felt her right food topple a bit backwards. Heart in her throat, she shook her right shoe off, feeling the pain once she reached the landing. She took off her left shoe and carried it with her, running as fast as she could in her yellow gown.

Some part of her admitted that it kind of made her felt like a princess running away to meet her true love. But of course, she batted this ridiculous thought away as she heard Peeves coming her way. Thankfully, she got in her common room just in time and made sure she got inside her dorm right away.

She drew the curtains of her bed shut, changing into her pajamas in her bed instead. She folded the gown gingerly, knowing she wouldn’t be able to use it.

For the second time, she lay there again, not moving and began to cry later on.

When she woke up, her eyes were more than just swollen. Her eyelids were far too heavy that she wanted to stay in bed in her comfortable pajamas but eventually decided that it was best to stand up and grab something to eat. It wasn’t when she stepped out of her dormitories did she realize it was the day of the Yule Ball.

Two of her roommates — both of which were also third years that had been asked out by fourth year boys — had hung their robes and gowns, the other two looking at the dresses with an awed expression on their faces. She pretended to be asleep until they all stepped out of the room, and she could hear the chatter in the common room.

Lying in her bed, she pulled the box back to herself, staring at it with longing. It was a weekend, and she didn’t have the energy to catch up with her assignments and essays, so she went to the library, a book — The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry — in hand. She’d brought it with her for her third year, rereading it over and over for the sake of comfort.

She was seated on one of the far end of a table, reading in peace went all of a sudden something thudded in front of her. She looked up to find one sparkly shoe beaming right at her. Her eyes widened. She’d lost it while running away last night.

Ready to plead for whoever of the staff found it to let her stay in Hogwarts when she looked up and found the same old cocky grin. She made to reach for the shoe when he raised it high in the air, his arm outstretched.

Her chair creaked backwards as she rose up and attempted to snatch the shoe back from him. Madam Pince shushed them from somewhere in the library. She thought it’d be easy to take hold of it just like it was back in her first year when he’d taken the photo of her hamster, but no.

He’d grown a tad, and her face was all wrinkled up in concentration as she tried to grab it from him.

Furious, she pulled out her wand. “Accio shoe!”

At first, she’d worried her incantation was too vague, but then the shoe came off his grasp and hurtled back to her. She toppled a few steps back. They heard Madam Pince’s chair creak backward, too. Before she could say anything, Draco took her by the wrist and led her out.

Once they put distance between them and the library, Draco grinned. “Is the hamster girl playing princess?”

She threw him a dirty look before turning away, shoe in hand.

“You forgot your book,” said Draco. “The Little Prince? How’s this interesting to you?”

He grabbed her wrist again. “What, no insult?”

She looked him dead in the eye, feeling the weight of her eyes dreadfully threatening to droop close. She shook his hand off.

“Have you — Have you been crying?” he asked, squinting his eyes as he studied hers.

“No,” she said defensively.

“Take this and get dressed, you’re coming with me, [Y/N].” He held out the book.

“Where?” She tried not to sound funny at the mention of her name.

“Ball. Do it before I change my mind, I’ll just meet you there ten minutes before eight. I have to get changed first.”

“Don’t you have a date?”

“No, get going.”

[Y/N] thought it would have been better if he picked her up, but she simply obliged and took her book and walked away.

On her walk back to her common room, she couldn’t help but think about how this could all just be a prank. To hell with this, she thought. It’s another one of his schemes.

Going back to her bed, ignoring the excited chatter among her school mates, she swung the curtains of her four-poster bed shut again, stowing the box away under her pillow as she tried to fall asleep.

It was about seven-thirty p.m., which is unarguably a time too early for sleep. She spent her time humming Tale As Old As Time to herself.

She was on the brink of finally falling asleep when someone nudged her shoulder. She jumped back.

“Hello,” said a little girl, frightened.

“What’s the matter?” Rubbing her eyes, she recognized the anxious look on the girl’s face and deduced that this girl was a first year student. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, but your. . . . best friend’s here to see you.”

“Who? Is it Ginny? She could just come up here.”

“Er — no. She can’t.”

“Why not? Is she okay?”

“Because boys can’t go inside the girls’ dormitories.”

“Oh, heavens, was it someone blond?”

“Yes,” said the girl, nodding vigorously. “He told me to tell you to get dressed.”

“Okay, um, thank you. You can go now, dear.”

“Actually, I can’t. He told me to stay here until you get dressed.”

“He told you to what? He did not just — you know what? Come with me,” she said, rising from the bed and storming out of the room. The first year girl followed close behind, although reluctantly.

She trudged up to the blond boy sitting on the couch, his back to her. She smacked the back of his head. “Bullying first years again! You’re so low! And you’d even dare to pra —— I’m so sorry, I thought you were someone else!”

Goodness, she thought as she kept apologizing to the fifth year girl with a short haircut. The older girl scowled at her, leaving the couch as the people around them sniggered. One laugh stood out from the rest: Draco stood not so far away, his fist held up to his mouth, trying not to laugh.

When she approached him, he cleared his throat. [Y/N] dismissed the first year girl, who scooted away hurriedly. “Why aren’t you dressed?” he asked, gulping in an effort to forget about the girl she’d just smacked in the head.

“You were serious?”

“‘Course I was serious. Still can’t believe you smacked her, though.” He was about to wheeze again when [Y/N] pinched his neck. “Ow! What?”

“What are you playing at?

“What am I playing at? What are you playing at? We have eight minutes left, get dressed now!”

“Okay, why —”

“Go!” he pushed her back, urging her to run back to the room and frantically open the box. She took off her shirt and threw it on the bed. It was a mess, but once she had stripped off, she slipped the gown on in a hurry.

Seeing she’d forgot to put on the first petticoat, she raised up the skirt of the gown before pulling the petticoat down to her body. It was messy, but it would make the gown a lot better. There was one more petticoat in the box, but she decided it’d make the dress far too poofy and bulky.

She had no mirror, so she had no means of seeing what she looked like. She could only hope for the best. The only solution she could think of in terms with her hair was to tie it up.

Straightening her gown, she went back to the common room. It was already deserted except for the scattered hand mirrors and combs. She resisted the urge to pick up a mirror or do so much as look at her reflection for she feared what she may see.

Exiting her House’s common room, she found Draco turned away from her, straightening his collar and cufflinks.

“Let’s go,” she said, walking right past him.

“Woah, woah, woah, wait.”

“We’re late, right?”

The day was full of unlikely things happening, but this one had to be the most impossible thing that could happen — but it did happen: He looked her up and down in a way she knew she hadn’t been looked at before, just as he knew he hadn’t looked at anyone the way he was doing in that moment. There was an equal amount of certainty and bewilderment it was hard to determine which one was more dominant.

“Goodness, this is a prank, isn’t it?”

“What — no! Just. . .” He leaned forward, putting his hands on her waist and turning her away from him before pulling the hair tie gently. “Take your hair down like that.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Yes, and now we are good to go.” With that, he offered his arm, which, to his relief, she took. He led her to the Great Hall. Unsurprisingly, they were one of the last ones there.

“Come on.”

“Wait, what do you think?” She pulled away a bit for him to look at the dress. “Is it creased?”

A second or two (or even five) passed, and cheers erupted from inside before he could respond. “Er — let’s go,” he said, letting her go in first.

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It was good so far, if she said so herself. The Great Hall was almost unrecognizable with its brand new decor and different glow. It was like something out of a fairy tale book. Like the Beast’s castle!

She was busy admiring everything when Dumbledore finished talking and music started playing and Draco put his hand on her waist.

“What?”

“Dance.” She did not respond. “You do know how to dance, right?”

“No,” she admitted.

“You seemed like you knew what you were doing in the bathroom.”

“What?” She asked, having not heard what he said from the loud music and cheers. “I can’t hear you!”

“Good! Just follow my lead.”

They moved into the floor they’d walked on before, taking on something one may call tender as one by one, each pair began to join in the dance. She looked around to find synchronized dancing all around her, and yet they were still standing somewhere amongst the moving crowd.

“We’re not following their dance.” He let her hand rest on his arm, and she immediately recognized what dance they were taking on instead.

Suddenly, she was Belle, and he was the Beast, striding along an empty golden ballroom instead of a crowded and snowy one. The Weird Sisters weren’t there, only a teapot and a teacup somewhere in the room, the teapot singing a song she knew by heart. She was aware it was only her imagination, but it was everything she could have asked for and more and she hated that she did not mind it was with the stupid ferret boy. If anything, it was just like how she imagined it would be.

She could’ve sworn she heard a hum originating from him. She looked up at him, the first time she’d stared into his eyes this long the entire night.

“Are you humming Tale As Old As Time?” she asked, panicked of what he may have seen or heard in the bathroom.

“Mhm,” he answered, continuing on humming. “You should, too.”

She did. And soon enough, they were dancing a dance and singing a song different from what everyone around them. Nobody was watching, and so what if there was?

“Are you happy here with me?” said Draco in a gruff voice, grinning.

“You heard — you heard me?” she managed, her face going entirely red from the memory of her talking to herself in the bathroom while imitating the Beast’s voice.

“Don’t worry, I thought it was cute.”

“Right, being caught talking to yourself is cute and not at all mental.”

“You know, I’d make a really good beast.”

“Really?” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I don’t know. If anything, you’re more like Gaston. You know, full of yourself and stuff.”

Draco laughed. “Give it a break, I had the decency to take you to the ball.”

“So, are we friends now?”

“Friends? That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”

“Well, you know, like a truce or something. Like an agreement that we’ll hold all fire because we both benefit on something.”

“What benefit do I get?”

“The luxury of not being hexed if you promise not to hex me as well.”

“You’re asking too much,” he said.

“Come on, like a ceasefire.”

“Ceasefire? I like the sound of that.”

They both chuckled as the music stopped as did everyone else. “Hey, it’s time to eat!”

She let go of Draco, not noticing it took a while for him to take his hand off her waist as she tucked her hair behind her ears.

“You’re going already?” asked Draco, hoping she wasn’t.

“Well, yeah. I have to eat, you know. Don’t you?”

“Yeah,” said Draco absentmindedly, shaking his head. “Of course.”

To his dismay, however, she was dancing with Seamus Finnigan when the song started playing. He pretended to be busy fixing himself, buttoning and unbuttoning his collar when she caught sight of him. She smiled, and mouthed, ‘Thank you.’

All he could do was smile as Seamus led her away, [Y/N] laughing at something he’d said.

I’m a lot funnier than that Finnigan guy, he thought. As soon as this came, he shook it away and went to the tables, taking a tart from one of the plates.

The night stretched on and soon some were seated and eating while others were still dancing. [Y/N] was one of the few who was seated, taking a bite of a pasty.

“Having a good time?” asked Draco, moving closer to sit next to her as he grabbed the same pasty from the table and eating.

“Yeah, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me,” she said, smiling.

“Yeah, well, you’re a last resort.”

[Y/N] wrinkled her nose, rolling her eyes. “Way to ruin the moment, Malfoy. Okay, wow, this tastes really good.”

A minute passed until they both finished eating what they were holding. [Y/N] turned to Draco, leaning her elbow on the table. “Hey, Draco?” she started, studying him from a respectable distance.

“Yes?”

“I hope you don’t die.”

Draco threw his head back in laughter at this random comment. “What? Why would I die?”

“Because,” she started grimly, “the average lifespan of a ferret is five to ten years max, would be a shame if you died at twenty-four.”

“Ha-ha, your attempt at humor is funnier than your humor itself.”

“Pfft,” she scowled, crossing her arms.

The song started playing again, and Draco made to stand up, but Seamus presented himself in front of her, holding out his hand. Draco sat back down, not letting anyone notice his shoulders had slumped.

Before taking Seamus’s hand, [Y/N] turned to him, and his heart lurched.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said, beaming right at him. “I really appreciate it.”

As he watched Seamus lead her to the dance floor, he couldn’t hold himself back from frowning. Right, he thought to himself, still looking her way. If you appreciate it so much, then why’d you go gallivanting around with some tosser instead of me?

Shaking this thought off, he cringed at himself and decided to just take another pasty. He told himself he was just hungry as he watched Seamus spin her around.

V. Write a Message: June 26, 1998

The seventh years were holding a party in the Great Hall. Most people who attended were fifth years and above and of course, the seventh years themselves.

[Y/N] sat right next to Pansy, who was signing a page on the autograph book.

When Pansy put her quill aside, she didn’t hand the book back to [Y/N]. Instead, she flipped a few pages back until she landed on a particular page that captured her attention. She let out a giggle. “Hey, he signed too!”

“Yeah, he made a pretty big deal about it.”

“Wait, are you gonna get Blaise to sign this as well?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, I’ll do it for you. Be right back.” Without a second of waiting, she brought the book with her and walked off to where Blaise was sitting. [Y/N] couldn’t see from afar, but she could tell they were grinning at something. Probably Draco’s answers.

[Y/N] walked over to an empty seat to grab a sandwich, carrying it with her on her way to where Pansy and Blaise were seated.

“I can’t believe he really went for it! I mean, I just thought it was some —” Pansy elbowed Blaise, and they both spun around to find [Y/N] eating a sandwich, looking at them with curious eyes.

“May I have the book back?”

“Yes, you may,” said Pansy curiously, exchanging a glance with Blaise. “But before we do, have you read Draco’s entry?”

“Er — no?”

“Okay, before you answer, I want to tell you something but you promise not to tell him.” But before [Y/N] could answer, Pansy forced her down on the bench, leaning in to whisper something, Zabini looking back and forth, guarding. “D’you remember the Yule Ball?”

“Yeah! It was great, and —”

“He took you, right?”

“Yes, but it was all —”

“Platonic? Not really. Wait, how was it with Finnigan?”

[Y/N], who was not seeing the direction of the conversation, shook her head. “Listen, I really just want to get my friends to fill the —”

“How was it?”

“Well, he blew it, I guess?” said [Y/N]. The other two sniggered, but she caught the sense that it might not have been because of her joke. “What does this have to do with anything?”

“How’d Draco ask you to the ball?”

“I don’t remember.” Wrong. If there was one thing she remembered vividly, it was when the person she considered the bane of her existence took her to a place she longed to be. “He said I was his, and I quote, ‘Yeah, well, you’re a last resort’ when I thanked him for taking me.”

“Did you ask him what he thought of your dress or something like that?” asked Pansy.

“Yes, but why’s this impo —”

“Okay, before I let you go,” she started. “Here’s an important piece of information before you act on what you may read on the book: I was his date to the ball but he cancelled last minute.”

“Wow, he’s horrible,” laughed [Y/N].

“Eh, not really, I was and am with Zabini anyway. So, do you see where I’m going with this?”

“Frankly, no.”

“Merlin, it means he ditched me for you. Now, here’s your book.” Pansy handed it as promised, sealed shut. When Pansy realized [Y/N] was still analyzing everything she pat her on the shoulder. “Alright, take your time.” The two walked away, sniggering. [Y/N] didn’t know if it was a good thing or not.

She prepared herself for the worst just like she always did as she sat back down and flipped through the pages until she reached the page Draco signed on.

Scared of what she might find, she closed it shut. Panting, she proceeded to distract herself by having others sign the autograph book. She could’ve sworn she glimpsed Draco walk by, his hand hidden in his robes.

Once the autograph book was filled with random entries, she flipped through countless filled in lines. But then it was hard to avoid already — she’d reached Draco’s page. She slammed it shut, stuffing it into her bag as she spent the entire time talking to the graduating students.

At some point, she caught Draco’s eyes from the other end of the Great Hall. Pansy and Blaise were right next to him, but it all seemed to blur out as they remained standing, gazes burning into each other. He looked like he was waiting, and she looked like she was hoping for something.

To her surprise, his face did something unfamiliar — smile. It was strange on a face of someone whose default was a scowl or a frown, and she’d only seen that thrice since her third year. It was like an annual thing, seeing him smile, and she hated to admit that she did not like the thought of this being the last one.

She smiled back out of . . . want. Can’t she just smile because she wanted to? Her eyes were hurting, but she didn’t want to blink.

The moment broke, however, when a tall Gryffindor seventh year walked by, holding a broomstick and by the time the student had passed, she had looked away already, leaving Draco staring intently.

Even in her room, she refused to open the book, fearing what it may contain. She’d been tempted thrice during the night; one when her roommate let out a loud snore, one when her arm ached, and one when. . . curiosity knocked. She didn’t open the door for it. Instead, she forced herself back to sleep.

The next day came quicker than ever. She was the late to wake up, seeing that all the beds were already empty, occupants ready to leave. Rubbing her eyes, she stood up and forced herself to get herself together.

An hour or so later, she was already in one of the train compartments, her arms wrapped around a fox plushie. [Y/N] knew full well she had to read the autograph book eventually.

“Don’t be scared,” she whispered to herself as she flipped through the pages until she reached Draco’s. [Y/N] blinked once.

He’d filled it all normally just like her other friends did until she reached the part where it was asked how long he’s been friends with the owner of the book. He’d written, ‘We aren’t. Just kidding, we became best friends around September 1992.’ This was not at all true, yet [Y/N] laughed nonetheless.

There was also a question asking to describe himself in one word. He’d written ‘genius.’ She tried to read all the other sections he’d filled in, but she couldn’t help but feel anticipated about the short message.

Taking a deep breath, she flipped the page to find something written in the middle. She squinted her eyes to read it.

“I have reasons to believe that ‘let’s go’ is not an appropriate answer when a girl asks about how she looks. It has come to my attention that I have not yet answered your question, ‘What do you think? Is it creased?’ and that I owe you at least that. I think you looked what fairy tales would call a beauty, and you still do. Yes, it’s creased. Don’t fret, I think it was charming. Sorry for hexing you. And as for the Cotton-Eye Joe disaster you keep on insisting I did, all I have to say is: I’m a genius. Make of that what you will. Anyway, I read The Little Prince over the summer after my fourth year and I’d like to apologize for undermining your taste in books. Your taste in men, however, is quite questionable. I knew right from the start he’d blow it with you. That being said, I’d like to go out on a limb here and—”

And what? [Y/N] thought. She flipped through the pages, searching for a continuation but found nothing. She thought back to two days ago. He seemed pretty sure he was finished writing, didn’t he? Shutting the book close, she made to stand up when she spotted a rose from the corner of her vision, dancing just outside the door.

A blond boy was peeking from the side, and showed himself when her eyes widened. He slid the door open, holding out a very red rose in his pale hands.

“And give you this rose,” said Draco in a gruff voice. “Fall for me or I’ll die, Belle!” he added with a dramatic whine.

“Hilarious,” she deadpanned as Draco entered and sat sown the seat opposite her.

“It’s also a reference to the little prince’s rose.”

“I know,” she said.

Draco put the rose down. “What’s wrong? You don’t like it, don’t you?”

“All I have to say is,” she started, setting the book aside, “you, Draco, are questionable. Make of that what you will.”

[Y/N] picked up the rose, taking its fragrance. If she just closed her eyes, she could imagine she was in the ballroom again. But this a lot better than being Belle — she was [Y/N], every bit of a beauty as Belle was, and this tight compartment was just as magnificent as the grand and vast space of the Great Hall.

“Also, about the Cotton-Eye Joe thing,” she started. “Based on your poorly made clues, it’s you, isn’t it?”

“I did tell you that I’m a genius.”

[Y/N] stomped on his foot, grinning. After he finished feigning hurt, he leaned back on the chair, his arms resting as he spread it wide.

“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

“You know, I was about to suggest you write to me next school year but the prospect of you sending me another howler makes me shudder.”

“Come on, I was trying to get you to notice me.”

[Y/N] flushed, turning away from him and looking out the window again. Draco cleared his throat and chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m questionable, huh?” he finally asked.

“Very,” she answered.

“So, you mean. . . ?”

“I mean.”

“Good,” he said. “D’you know how long I’ve been pretending to still be doing prefect duties outside?”

She laughed. “What? Why?”

“Because you were supposed to read it yesterday and I thought it would’ve been a lot more romantic so I was worried you’d read it in your room already. You’re maddening, you know that?”

“Romantic?” scoffed [Y/N]. “I hate you.”

“I hate you, too.” He stood up from his seat to sit down right next to her. “More than you know.”

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