#mxm fantasy

[scifrey]

ART THREAD

I have had the very great pleasure of commissioning some beautiful art to celebrate the release of my new novel Nine-Tenths. I'm going to share them all in this thread (and hopefully add to it if I'm lucky enough to be graced with more) so you can appreciate the talent of these incredible artists.

by Christopher Winkelaar

Nine-Tenths is set in a world where all the nobility in Europe are homo draconis - shape-shifting dragons who have the ability to take human form. Every culture in the world have dragons living among the humans, but the European and Asian nations are the only ones where dragons were historically elevated to the roles of monarchs, nobles, and emperors.

In a world where the American Colonies rejected British rule, this meant they were also rejecting draconic protection--and so while they won their Independence in 1793, they were soundly trounced in the War of 1812, losing all of New England, including New York State, to the British. They were absorbed into the Canadas, except for New York City, which was reclaimed by the Dutch and re-renamed New Amsterdam.

The Canadian colonies expanded west, as they historically did in our world, through a series of broken treaties with the Indigenous peoples of the continent, and the reprehensible colonialist practices which put the settlers in power today. It also means they were able to expand further south, without the Americans to bump up against.

This also meant that the Americans were unable to expand as far south and west as in our world, coming up against Indigenous dragon-protected lands, such as the Oniagara, or Aztec and Incan empires, which grew further north after Spanish contact, and flourished.

Unlike in the current version of Canada, the land was legislatively divided into much smaller provinces than currently exist, each overseen by a hereditary draconic Lieutenant Governor, who report to the draconic Governor of the Canadas, who in turn reports to the House of Lords in England (also dragons). Each province is divided into Duchies, Earldoms, and Marquessates, presided over by a noble dragon family.

As dragons are long-lived, the current Queen of England is Elizabeth (the first one). As she has not yet passed, the Kingdom of Scotland as yet remains separate from England. Ireland too is independent, the Irish dragons having beaten back the English ones. However, Wales remains a satellite colony of England, as the betrayal which brought about it's subjugation and the trickery around the hereditary title "Prince of Wales" still occurred. (This an important plot point).

by @seancefemme

This is the first piece of art I commissioned for the novel, and you'll note it's now become the cover art!

Meet the heroes of our tale: barista and disaster bi Colin Levesque, stuck in the middle of his quarter-life crisis and crushing on his cafe regular, Welsh dragon Dav, the Marquis of Niagara (though of course, Colin doesn't know he's the Marquis, and thinks Dav is just some minor noble with nothing better to do all day than hang out and read).

by @ibrithir-was-here

Colin works at Beanevolence, an indie cafe in downtown St. Catharine's, in the province of Upper Canada (Southern Ontario in our world). It's owned by his bestie Hadi, and he was only supposed to be a barista until he'd graduated. But now he has his Sustainable Tourism degree, and no clue what to do next. He feels completely stuck. Luckily he has Dav to distract him.

Except that one day Dav distracts him too well, which results in a kitchen fire. As an apology for the inferno, and to help the cafe get back on it's feet while the repairs are under way, Dav volunteers as the new bean roaster, creating incredible and (and ultimately social-media viral) coffee roasts with his fire-breath.

by @ibrithir-was-here

Colin and Dav start a flirtation at work.

Which leads to...

by @teejaystumbles

Luxurious dates and late-night smoochies.

by @pinkpiggy93

Which also goes a little bit viral. See, it turns out that the Marquis of Niagara usually keeps a low profile, and his sudden romance with a human has the gossip rags and tabloids all in a tizzy.

But more than that, it puts Dav under the scrutiny of Francis Simcoe. He's the Lieutenant Governor of Upper Canada, a dragon with a hate-on for Dav, and the perfect ammunition to ruin his happiness.

Because, you see, it's against dragonic rules for dragons to be seen to be laboring in service of humans... and Dav's new gig at Beanevolence is about to--forgive the pun--land him in hot water.

➡️ Read Nine-Tenths Here ⬅️

[findroleplay]

🚬 — mdni. hello there! 21+f here looking for mxm roleplays. i'm really in the mood to create a story revolving around the mentor/protegee dynamic (but make it worse). you know the song this charming man by the smiths? sort of that vibe.

in general, i'd like to write an older character who takes yours in under the guise of kindness and benevolence when, in reality, there's something he's angling for. whether it's using your character for some hidden goal, sick pleasure, heck, maybe even vengeance? we'll sort it out later. the point is their relationship is built on deceit and lies and your character is too smitten by mine to realize it (at least, for a good while).

i'm a big sucker for fantasy so i would love it if we could fit this in that genre (a newly crowned & young king being 'helped' by the late monarch's advisor? an apprentice studying under a seasoned mage? commoner gets 'adopted' into a noble's household as his heir?). i'm of course open to more brainstorming and darker themes such as incest (no immediate family, though). if you prefer modern plots, we could easily fit this into a mafia/crime thing in there too.

to make things clearer, i'm not looking for 🍪 (i would prefer if your character is 20+). our characters will certainly have an age gap, though. regarding personality, i'm open to anything as long as you bring me a muse that's complex and whose bedroom role isn't their main trait. i would love to add nsfw to this, but it's a big turn-off if it feels boxed in! let's get creative, guys.

despite this humongous ad, i'm actually a very chill person and i enjoy writing anywhere from 3 to 8 paragraphs. replies can come daily or every two to three days; it depends on my schedule and mood. i also love to bond over our threads ooc, making playlists and whatnot! if this sounds nice to you, interact and i'll contact you!

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[nine-of-words]

Out in the Cold (Part Seven)

M Orc x M Troll (Hulder) Reader

PREVIOUS || STORY TAG ||

Wordcount: 3909

Content Warnings: Sick Reader, Discussion of Abuse

I think we could all use some fluff after this week. Conveniently, that’s exactly where this chapter was already going!

You’ve made it through the night without freezing solid, somehow.

Warm thoughts alone just aren’t cutting it anymore.

You want your lovingly crafted winter cloak. You want the nest of furs piled high on your slept-in bed.

Most of all, you want your lover.

But as you remind yourself, sullenly tracing over the details carved into the face of metal fibula in your fingers in thought, all of those things have been forsaken now.

…And you can't help but feel like you've made a horrible mistake. 

But it's too late to turn back. He wouldn't take you back now… 

Would he…? 

No, you force yourself to stop thinking about it. No use in giving yourself false hope.

What's done is done. 

The last paltry flame of your campfire burns out. Looks like it's time to move, even if light is just barely breaking the horizon.

You sneeze, feeling pitiful; chilled to your very core. 

LAST SUMMER

The weather is perfect for outside work today. It’s sunny, but mild, with an occasional gust of breeze. The last of summer is still holding out, but the autumn crisp is starting to creep in at the edges.

Because you are still essentially a floater when it comes to work assignments, you’ve been doing some of the care tasks of the communal flock of alpigs for the last week, since the normal shepherd is on bedrest. Which, while not ideal for them, is great for you, because you absolutely love these cute little guys. They’re dangerously smart, with sturdy, rotund bodies, and wooly fur covers their bodies and hangs down in a curtain over their eyes, only their wide snouts and a set of tusks each poke out from each of their heavy fringes.

They seem to like you as well, but you have a sneaking suspicion it's because they can use their body mass to bully extra food from you when you’re feeding them, since you're so much smaller than their usual keepers.

You sneeze dramatically into the elbow of your tunic, blinded by the summer sunlight.

Maybe you’re allergic to something flowering right now?

You thought at first you might have an allergy to alpig dander, but Torg informed you their fur is naturally hypo-allergenic, so they most likely aren’t the culprit. 

He also told you to go to Shaman and he’d take over your tasks for today. But he’s just being his usual worrywart self- The last thing you want to do is visibly start slacking so soon after moving into the Chieftain’s household. It's a bad look, and you've put in enough work becoming the settlement's beloved oddity that you don't want to lose it now.

And you don’t even feel bad- so why make a big deal out of a sneeze or two?

You’ve finished milking, now you set about feeding them. They only almost knock you over once, even!

But, you still have to muck out the pen… then give them some love and brush out their coats. It's apparently almost time for the last shear of the summer, so you want to make sure to do a good job of maintaining their fuzz. Today is tusk cleaning day, too… better pick up the pace if you want to finish before sundown.

You head over to grab the pitchfork, but you don't even make it inside the building.

Suddenly, you feel rather dizzy, the colors of the pen around you smearing into a beige soupy mess. You manage to catch yourself and sit on a bale of hay instead of falling over, but just barely.

Just need to… sit down for a minute…

You collapse back against the bales of hay, suddenly completely overcome with fatigue.

Why am I… so tired? We didn't even do anything very strenuous last night…

You think to yourself in a lightheaded haze, absentmindedly petting the fluffy back of the alpig that’s hopped up on the bale and made itself comfortable at your side.

Too bright…

You squint, raising a gloved hand to shield your curiously over-sensitive eyes from the caustic brightness of midday sun.

And when’d it… get so hot…?

Your world goes black after that, your next blurred memories consisting of being lifted from your straw nest and carried somewhere with a softer light and more varied swirling colors.

Your whole body aches, every muscle fiber crying out in complaint like you’ve just pulled a full day of physical activity, despite you being at rest. Your head throbs dully, your throat is raw and scratchy and your eyes are just so hot - burning in their sockets like two smoldering coals.

And it’s not just your eyes- You’re burning up all over. Even though you’ve been stripped down to smallclothes and covered in minimal bedding, you're still soaking them through with clammy sweat.

Strangely, the ceiling you’re looking up at looks nothing like where you’d expect to wake up, and instead the vaulted ceiling of a noble’s home.

You’re back in your childhood bedroom at the jarl’s castle, somehow. You’re overcome with instant, deep seated dread.

Someone is sitting at your bedside, but you can’t make out any of their features from the distorted shape.

“Mother?” You question piteously, unable to think straight through the heat of your fever.

The dark blur of color at your bedside speaks to you, but their voice is warped to your ears, the words indistinguishable, sound both a low rumble and a high pitched ringing.

You choke out a sob, gripping their forearm. You know words are coming out of your mouth, that you’re arguing desperately over something that feels so important at the moment, but they might as well be a foreign language to your own ears.

You’re barely sure what is real and not, memories of your past bleeding into your current senses. Time melts together like the blurs of color in your vision and the distorted ringing in your ears. Eventually you give up on communicating and fall back into fitful sleep, but you have no clue how long it takes.

The next time you open your eyes and manage to keep them open for longer than a few moments, you see the correct wooden beams on the ceiling of Torg’s - and you suppose yours as well, now- bedroom.

“H-Huh-?” You sit up, the damp rag slipping down from your forehead from the sudden movement. You slump back again immediately, reigned in by the sense of exhaustion hitting you in return.

Torg reaches out, collecting the rag to douse it again. He’s pulled up his behemoth of a well-worn armchair to your bedside.

“Torg?” You rasp his name through your hoarse, pained throat, more of a greeting than a question, comforted by the mere sight of him.

“I’m here.” He smiles, but looks tired; his hair messily gathered up and his shirt heavily crinkled. The beginning of faintly purple bags are starting to form under his eyes, the kind he gets when he’s been working too hard with too little sleep.

He pours you a glass of water from the nearby pitcher. You drain it immediately, then half of a second one before your throat is damp enough to speak again.

“...What happened?” The last thing you clearly remember was dozing off in the alpig pen. You know time has passed since then; judging from the evening vermillion visible out of the window, you’ve lost at least most of the day.

“Tusk flu. But don’t worry, Shaman said you’ll be fine."

"I don’t feel fine." You croak weakly, then pout when Torg chuckles at your plight. “Everything hurts.”

“I told you to go get checked out.” His grizzled voice gently chides you with a weary sigh. Even getting scolded, the sound of his voice is music to your ears. Torg reaches out, feeling for your temperature on your cheek and forehead with his hand. “The fact that you have the strength to complain now means you’re already doing better, anyway.”

“Mmmh.” Your eyes flutter closed at the welcome feel of his comparatively cool skin on yours. You don’t have it in you to plead your case- mostly because you know he’s right.

“Good. Much cooler than before.” You can hear the relief in his voice as he judges your temperature. He smiles down at you warmly, and pulls one of the fur blankets back up over you, now that you’re slightly colder. “Your fever must’ve finally broken.”

“Hmmm… Before?”

“Yeah. You’ve been in and out since yesterday morning.”

“That long?!” You wheeze, turning your head and feebly covering your mouth as if it would help at this point. No wonder he looks tired, if he’s been caring for you for that long. ”But won’t you get sick too?”

“I won’t. I already had it as a child.” He leans in and gives you a quick peck on the lips as if to prove his point. “Apparently it's only this bad when you get it for the first time as an adult- at least according to Shaman. And I doubt you had been exposed to it, wherever you came from."

“The alpigs-” You say forlornly, remembering your failed task. 

“Relax.” He laughs, shaking his head. “It’s all taken care of already.”

A sigh escapes your tired lungs as his hand gently strokes through your hair and comes to rub at one of your soft ears. You sink down into the blanket, eyes closed in pleasure, and smoosh your face into the touch. You have to forcefully keep yourself from purring.

“This reminds me of when you first came here.” He laughs fondly. “Should I get used to finding you passed out?”

“Mmm…” You pout and whine, but still enjoy the feeling of his affection too much to swat his hand away in indignance. “Give me some credit! It’s only happened twice…”

“And twice is much more than never.” The deep rumble of laughter that comes from Torg’s chest almost makes the teasing worth it. …Almost. “When I came to make sure you went to Shaman’s and found you laid out on that hale bale instead, I thought you were just taking a catnap in the sun.”

“I would never do that.” You lie, blissfully.

“Hah, right… I’m glad you’re back to yourself.” Torg says quietly, his eyebrows beginning to furrow in a deep, furtive slant. “...You were saying some strange things while you were burning up.”

“Mmn-?” One eye finally pops open, staring up at him quizzically. 

Cold fear grips you.

Oh no. 

Did you blow your cover while you were out of your mind?

“You called me ‘Mother’, for one thing.”

“Oh, pfft-” You snort, breaking into laughter. Then you take his large hand and press a kiss to the back of it. “Don’t worry. You don’t look very motherly, I promise. Especially not like mine.”

“Heh. I feel like one after the last day or so.” His amused smile falls a bit at the seriousness of his next words. “Most of what you said was nonsense, but some of it was… Well…”

"Scandalous?” You try to laugh it off with a cock of your eyebrow. “Or just embarrassing?”

“...Concerning. Like you were being made to do something you didn't want to do."

“Oh. Well, my life up until I came here has mostly been doing things I didn’t particularly want to do.” You shrug, nonchalant.

"I don't want to pry into what those things were, if you don't want to tell me. Though, I admit I am curious." He scruffs his beard with his hand in thought.

"It's… Nothing all that interesting." You fiddle with the edge of the blanket. “Nothing worth talking about, really. Nothing good.”

"Right." He says, noting your discomfort and seeming to back off of the idea. "I just want you to know that you can tell me anything."

You have to admit, that is a tempting prospect.

You could tell him. You could just… tell him everything. You’ve essentially been given an invitation on a silver platter.

You have to wonder what would happen if you did. You assume you would be kicked out- or worse. But… maybe you wouldn’t? Maybe he could help you get out the mess you’ve made for yourself…

Then, you snap back to your senses.

…No, that’s nonsense, you decide. Nothing could ever be that easy. Not for you.

The fever must’ve gotten to you for a moment.

You have to stop yourself from laughing incredulously. It's a lovely sentiment, but you have a feeling it just doesn't extend to deceiving him with the intent to steal from him for all this time.

But you should tell him something… Otherwise the fact he doesn't know something will keep nagging at him. You know him well enough by now that you know that to be the case.

"Oh, you know how it is... Classic sob story, really." You say flippantly with a wave of your hand. "My mother never really wanted me and it showed."

You decide on information that is not inherently false, but won't have any bearing on keeping up your deception.

"Ah. What makes you think that?"

"Well, the general disinterest for my wellbeing from a young age was probably the biggest sign. After my father left, she lucked into getting remarried to the jarl of our village, somehow... It became pretty clear that I was only a nuisance to her after that. Getting in the way of the life she deserved, I suppose. Because after that, he always came first."

"Hmm." He leans back in his seat, closing his eyes. "He was no better than her, I take it?"

"No. He was a slimy weasel of a man. Heartless and miserly. He had to control everything down to the smallest detail.... Enjoyed tormenting people below him. He's the reason I ran away when I did."

"Ran away?"

"I left home when I was 14." 

That was more than a decade ago now. Time flies when you're struggling to stay alive every single day… 

"That's so young." Torg can't hide the look of deep concern on his face, no doubt thinking of any of the tween-aged orclings around the settlement he's responsible for having to endure the same strife.

"Being on the street seemed like the better option."

"I’m sorry. It must've been unbearable, then."

"It was a culmination of a lot of things, really. The day before I left, he caught me in the pantry sneaking food after I was sent to my room without dinner, and he cornered me and wouldn't let me by until I guessed what he wanted as 'toll’- You know, because I’m a troll. He thought he was so funny. I may have been young but even by then I knew that wasn’t going to lead to anything good. I was lucky a servant showed up when they did and he had to pretend to be normal."

"Your mother did nothing?" It's subtle, but you see Torg's jaw clench in rhythm like it does when he tries to keep his temper in check.

"I knew she wouldn't listen, but I told her anyway. She told me I was making things up for attention- that I was ruining things for her like I always do, and if I hated her husband and his hospitality so much, that I could leave. So, I left and never looked back. I wasn’t going to stay where I wasn’t wanted." You shrug, putting a mirthless smile on and deciding to hand-wave the rest of the details between then and now, so as to not rouse  suspicion. “As you can imagine, it was a lot of doing unpleasant things after that, to not starve. Not many lucrative jobs for underage runaways.”

Living in the settlement has been the most security you’ve ever had, especially in terms of reliable access to regular meals. A hot, communal evening meal every night is something that you could have only dreamed about, before. That’s not even to mention the quality of the food… You’ve definitely added a couple pounds since you’ve been here, just from never having to skip a meal, as was a norm for you before now - even after joining a thieves’ guild.

"You shouldn’t have had to endure any of that." Torg gives you another soft stroke on the cheek, his hand trailing down your neck to squeeze your shoulder for emphasis. "I'll make sure nothing like it happens to you again."

You hum in approval, your heartbeat picking up in your chest from the intimacy and the fondness of the statement. For being such a large, gruff and intimidating man, he sure is tender with you.

“Are you hungry? ” Torg seems to remember something, getting to his feet. “Dinner should be ready soon, but if you’re feeling peckish, there should be more than enough in here to tide you over.”

Torg moves a brightly colored basket to the nightstand within your reach. It’s stuffed dangerously to the brim with seasonal fruit, jars of preserves and honey, and other treats. There’s a piece of thick paper stuck into the middle of it.

You take the card, and unsurprisingly, can’t read the text, because you still haven’t picked up Orcish script. There’s a large phrase at the top, with the rest of the paper filled with several smaller pieces of script scrawled in different handwritings. There is also a large, crudely drawn cat smack dab in the middle.

“You’re quite popular around here, you know. Looks like you’ve been fully adopted.” You can hear the approval in his voice. “The knuckleheads dropped it off this morning when they came to check on you, but you were still out of it at the time.” 

“...Cute…” You can’t keep the silly grin from your face, looking at the wonky face on the cat.

“The big part says ‘Get well soon’.” Torg points to the text with a large index finger, chuckling at your look of intense focus.

“I know, I figured that out, context clues…” You mutter, ears laying flat black and flicking in annoyance. The sight just makes him chuckle harder.

Torg returns to the stove, but you keep looking at the card, pouring over all the signatures even if you can’t actually read them.

Emotion pricks at the back of your eyes, and your throat tightens the longer you look at the paper. For just a moment, you had forgotten you’ll have to actually leave eventually, when you take your quarry back to the guild.

But no one at the guild has ever given a fraction of concern as the orcs here have. There was no care given when you were sick or injured, just considered dead weight. Even if you could call some of your ties with your fellow thieves friendly, it’s laughable to think any of them would do anything for you that didn’t have some sort of mutual benefit for them. There were certainly never any gift baskets or ‘get well soon’ cards.

The thought of leaving now fills you with a horrible, crushing sense of loss.

Your body wants to cry, but you’re not about to let it, and struggle to force the feeling down and keep it buried. 

You weren’t supposed to get attached. And here you are, having done exactly that. You’ve been a fool, and now leaving is going to be that much more painful… 

No one to blame but yourself, you suppose…

Finally, you select a beautifully colored honey-pear from the basket, hoping that eating something will make it easier to quell your emotions.

You chew in maudlin silence, trying to think as little as possible, until his voice finally breaks the silence again.

"You know… I left home on less than amicable terms too.” Torg says from the kitchen area.

He keeps his back to you as he works, and his posture is the smallest bit tense, like he has to goad himself to even speak about this matter in the first place. You study his broad back muscles moving underneath his light linen shirt.

"Ah. Are you a runaway too?" You speak through pauses of nibbling on the piece of fruit. It’s juicy and perfectly ripe, the viscous nectar soothing your irritated throat.

"No, I was exiled from my birth tribe." He sighs, shaking his head in scorn. “Though, I was of age already, so it wasn’t quite as hard for me to get by on my own as it sounds like it was for you."

“You- exiled?!” You nearly spew chunks of fruit across the bed in your hoarse outburst. “But you’re so… orderly!”

“Everyone has a breaking point.” He says grimly.

“True enough… What happened?”

“Fistfight with my father.” Torg says in the most matter of fact manner possible as he stirs whatever he’s cooking.

“Did you win?” Maybe not the most emotionally intelligent of follow up questions, but it’s the first one to pop into your head.

“Hah- I knocked him flat. Broke his nose in front of the whole tribe.” There is a hint of pyrrhic pride in his voice, even with his back to you. “I may be an orc, but I take after my mother in a lot of ways. I was already bigger than him at that age, and tired of his bullshit. He didn’t expect me to finally stand up for myself.”

“Oh, he sounds lovely.”

“Nicest man I’ve ever met.” Torg quips mirthlessly. “An absolute joy to be around.”

“This all sounds like a personal matter, though? That’s exile-able?”

“My father also happened to be Chieftain... He lost a lot of respect for it, I’m sure. Losing a test of might, then throwing out the winner because you’re bitter? And his own son at that? Dishonorable.”

“Oh wow.” You chuckle and cover your mouth with your hand, and can’t help but feel a strange surge of fondness for him. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you- That’s just so unlike you! I don’t think of you as a violent person at all...”

“Good.” He returns from the kitchen with a full tray and a grin. “I prefer it that way. ...Here.”

He hands you one of the steaming bowls off of the tray, keeping the other for himself as he takes a seat next to you.

“Hmm?” You reach out to take it, the rising steam already making your face feel better. “What is it?”

“Summer Root Stew.” His voice barely hides his amusement. “Though, it might not be seasoned how you like…”

You groan. You’ll never live it down.

Your comically overblown grimace quickly is replaced with a melancholic smile as you eat in comfortable silence.

“Something on your mind?” Torg asks after a while of you zoning out and picking at your stew.

You shouldn’t verbalize what you’re thinking about, but you can’t help it. He can see right through you when you lie about something like this, anyway.

“I’ve… never really had a place where I felt like I could stay. I always had to leave, for some reason or another. Usually not by choice...” You sniffle thoughtfully, fiddling with your spoon, hoping in some way to cushion the blow of what’s bound to happen someday soon. “I suppose part of me feels like it’s only a matter of time until I’ll have to leave here too...”

“You can stay here.” He says your name for effect, firm but gentle. 

And you wish so badly that you could believe him.

>> ✨ MASTERLIST >> ☕ KO-FI

[fckingsnickers]

Hey all! I’m still desperately searching for some Gallavich rps 😭 I miss them so much and I neeeed my Gallavich fix 🥲 I play as Mickey, so I’m looking for someone to play as Ian. I am literally open to every type of plot you can think of. Canon, historical, sci-fi, supernatural, omegaverse, literally anything!

I would also potentially be open to a oc x cc rp with me playing Mickey against someone’s male oc, as long as the world building was still similar to the show Shameless.

My only limit or boundary I guess is that in nsfw I can only play as the bottom. I’ve tried playing a top and it’s just not for me 😭 but aside from that I’m super flexible and open to anything!

I’m pretty active and I usually respond multiple times a day, and my reply length can vary depending on the point in the story. I also mirror my partner’s length usually.

If you’re interested in plotting with me, send me a message and we can chat! Also, I only rp on discord 💜

[micksfrootloops]

Hello! This is a post looking for long term rp partners!

I’m 25 and I’m looking for someone (18+) to start some fandom rps with me, specifically based around the ship Gallavich (Ian and Mickey) from Shameless.

I would like to play as Mickey so I’m looking for someone to play as Ian. I’m happy to do either au or canon plots, although I do have a soft spot for AU’s or canon divergence plots. I am super open to all plot types from canon to fantasy to historical to sci-fi. Literally anything! I specifically enjoy writing stories based in the omegaverse, fantasy/supernatural plots (vampires and werewolves etc), family centred stories (specifically mpreg) mafia/criminal underworld settings, and darker plots, but I’m really open to anything and everything. I have no triggers.

Also nsfw scenes are totally okay, but I would prefer to play as the bottom character (I know, sorry!)

I am pretty active, and will respond multiple times a day (if I can’t I will let you know) and I usually write 1-3 paragraphs, although they can be much longer depending on my mood and the point of the story we’re at. I don’t really have the mental energy to keep up with novella style length responses, but I can try and adjust writing length if needed.

I tend to get super excited and engaged in plots, so I’d like to find partners that are maybe similar! I also love to chat ooc all about Gallavich and such.

If you’re interested in writing with me message me or like this post! 🥹💜

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[avaseofpeonies]

A Drink Before Battle ~ Intro

Genres: Fantasy, Romance, LGBTQ+, BL, Yaoi, Drama

Age rating: 18+ (violence, strong language, sexual content)

Status: Main story complete (70,000 words/ 47 chapters), One extra chapter (more coming someday)

Availability: Free to read on Scribblehub, Wattpad, AO3, Inkitt, and Ritoria

Story Tag: #adbb avp

Summary:

General Sevei is of the firm opinion that Nobles are shady and Alchemists even shadier. Noble Alchemists are the absolute worst. He is not looking forward to partnering with one to guard the border. Upon their introduction, though, it would seem they have already met... under very intimate circumstances.

Oh...,****

Set in the same world as Salvage, but we're going back in time for some Medieval sword and sorcery!

This wholesome, happy-endings-all-around, smutty queer fantasy romance features an M/M main couple along with a host of supporting characters bringing some trans rep, some pan rep, some sex worker positivity, and even a straight ally who tries his darndest, bless his little puppy heart.

Plenty of fluff, plenty of sexy times, a few funny bits, and our gang do all make it through the Horrors - but there is a war on, so there's also plenty of angst and a bit of bloody violence along the way.

More details below!

MC: General Zarayan Sevei, 31, brown hair, brown eyes, regular guy

ML: General Yeresym Urskatha, 28, platinum blonde, green eyes, Alchemist (magic user)

Couple Dynamics: Enthusiastic MC x reluctant ML, normal x paranormal, sunshine x grumpy, outgoing x reserved (dog/cat), experienced x inexperienced, vers couple

POV: MC only, 3rd person past

Setting: Fantasy World, Medieval, Military camp

Magic system ~ Qi-type innate spiritual energy (called Ethereal Energy in story). Can be wielded physically, harnessed to fuel technologies, or (more rarely) combined with ritual practices for more esoteric applications.

Themes: individual vs. self, individual vs. society, LGBTQ+ themes, identity, self image, love, sexuality, friendship, loyalty, courage, cooperation, guilt, mental health, empowerment, sex worker positivity, social class/privilege, change vs. tradition, violence, war, prejudice

Tropes: western fantasy influenced by xianxia danmei, enemies (antagonists) to lovers, secret identities, mistaken assumptions, forced proximity, workplace romance, brothel scenes, outdoor bathing, magical sex, opposites attract, side couples, (almost) everyone is queer, found family, band of misfits, fluff, comedic undertone, humor as a coping mechanism, danger/rescue, hurt/comfort, traumatic past, toxic family, angst w/HE, avenging dead loved ones, damsel in distress, magic battles, overpowered villain, aristocracy/nobility, handsome prince

Vibes/Mood: plot with smut, varies from fluffy and comedic to sexy to dark and angsty, but with a happy ending

Content Warnings: Genre typical violence, explicit sexual content, homophobic society, internalized homophobia, internalized transphobia (supporting character), war veteran ptsd, slavery (supporting character – no mistreatment of this character is depicted and sentiments are anti-slavery).

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Discord writers call!

After a lengthy break from writing, I'm trying to get back into things!

If you're the type to enjoy writing dark fantasy, cult themes and mafia / organised crime aesthetics, drop me a message or like the post and I'll reach out to you!

I'm primarily on my phone so I'm short concise replies that keep the story moving for now. Around 1 easy para max.

I don't use - nor will I use - faceclaims. This seems like a big deal for many but my OC's are fictional and no RL person works for me. I'll be as descriptive as I can be when writing them though.

All I ask is that you are 21+ , I don't write with anyone under that as I like to do darker themes and NSFW storylines.

I like to double up or create a mumu rather than one thread to keep OC's even be it MxM, FxF & MxF. The sky is the limit.

I don't particularly have any rules. Don't make things weird and it should be cool, y'know?

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𝐼𝑇'𝑆 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝐴 𝐿𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑇𝐼𝑀𝐸…

𝑀𝑌 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝐶𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐸… 𝐼'𝑉𝐸 𝑀𝐼𝑆𝑆𝐸𝐷 𝑌𝑂𝑈 🗡

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒: 𝑀𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑃𝐴𝑋𝑇𝑂𝑁 / 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝟐𝟓+ / ��𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐈𝐌

« 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 » 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 / 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐌𝐒

¶ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒—𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 (-𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃-). 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ☠ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍… 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐏, 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇…

➸ 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒:

-𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆-

𝟏. 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓—𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃, 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘, 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋

𝟐. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐈��𝐀𝐋—𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃

𝟑. 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒, 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄, 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎��'𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐍

𝟒. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋

𝟓. 𝐈'𝐌 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌-𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋. 𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒—𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐈-𝐅𝐈 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋—𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋

𝟏𝟖+ 𝑲/𝑰/𝑵/𝑲/𝑺 ➤ 𝑎 / 𝑏 / 𝑜 , 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦, 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑔𝑒-𝑔𝑎𝑝𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑒, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦, 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 “𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒” 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ, 𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑑𝑠𝑚, 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠, 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙, 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑠𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑥𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 + 𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠, 𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 / 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 / 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛, 𝑑𝑢𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠-𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 ( 𝑑𝑢𝑏-𝑐𝑜𝑛 ) + 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑙, 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒-𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒-𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡-𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑠, 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑔, 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠, 𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑠, ℎ𝑦𝑝𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑡 ( 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 ), 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦, 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 + 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑠, 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ( 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙, 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜, 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑑 ), 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ( 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠, 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑠, 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠.𝑒𝑡𝑐.𝑒𝑡𝑐 ), 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙, 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟-𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑝ℎ𝑜��𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ( 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑠 ), 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑛, 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑦𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ( 𝑏𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑥 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑒, 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑥 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟.𝑒𝑡𝑐 ), 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑠, 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑛𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎, 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑡, 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑜, 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝑜𝑦𝑠, 𝑡𝑜𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠, 𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑜, 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑠, 𝑣𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟, 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝑜𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑙 + 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑣𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠, 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠, 𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐗 𝑳/𝑰/𝑴/𝑰/𝑻/𝑺 ➤ 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑠, 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒

➤ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐆 -𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐃-

[scifrey]

We've officially hit the halfway mark of NINE-TENTHS!

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About the Book

Twenty-four is one year too young for a quarter-life crisis, but hey, Colin's always been an overachiever. He's got a degree in Sustainable Tourism, which he's wasting as a barista, an annoying anxiety disorder, and no freaking idea what to do with his life. The only thing going his way is the cute coffee shop regular, a homo draconis named Dav (who, in his humanshape, is a total hottie.)

Still, it'd be easier if Dav didn't have a habit of accidentally setting things on fire when he's startled. Like the café kitchen.

When Dav breaks draconic taboo and volunteers as a replacement bean-roaster to apologize for the inferno meet-ugly, sparks really fly. Everything's finally happening for Colin, until he learns that hooking up with Dav means that under dragon law, Colin is absorbed into Dav's hoard.

Possession may be nine-tenths of the law, but becoming his boyfriend's property does not make this whole identity crisis thing easier. Especially now that Colin must navigate politics, paparazzi, and legal questions about his personhood. Colin's still angling for his Happily Ever After, but the growing scrutiny on his relationship with Dav threatens their budding romance. And if he's not careful, Colin's fight for agency may just destroy symbiotic human/dragon relationships worldwide.

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A sassy, queer, alternate universe romance from Publishers Weekly's Best Books of 2011 author J.M. Frey, Nine-Tenths meets in the middle between "Red, White & Royal Blue" and the "Temeraire" series.

[findroleplay]

Hey! 18+ F here, looking for someone to rp with!

I‘ve been dying to rp again lately and I’m so down to create a new world and new oc‘s!

I‘ve been in the rp community for quite some time and have quite a lot of experience as well. I tend to write 3-5 paragraphs, depending on the tempo of plot and how inspired I am :)

So, let’s get to the most important part. I‘m a sucker for fantasy and mxm plots. A/b/o? Great! Vampires? Even better!! Anything kinda dark and serious catches my eye pretty quickly!

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Searching for 1x1 Discord RP

I am 25+ searching for a mature novella partner 25+ for a 1x1 Discord RP

I primarily role-play older male characters between the ages of 34+ upwards to 76+ however I am capable of role-playing female characters, but I rarely do that unless it is upon request, or I feel the plot calls for it. I'm searching for someone that enjoys plotting and brainstorming ideas together and is capable of communication and putting in some effort into ideas. I'm frequently online and tend to response to post almost immediately unless I'm sleeping or away from keyboard.

I'm adaptable and my interest are wide when it comes to genres and various fandoms. But I primarily want to delve into more original stories and my likes and dislikes vary depending on the genre of the story we are plotting.

[limjaeseven]

Sacrifice

Pairing: Hongjoong X Yeosang

Genre: Fantasy, Angst

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Death, use of guns, supernatural violence, extremely inaccurate vampires, bad worldbuilding

Word Count: 2,664

Summary: Hongjoong thought he'd spend his time in the military facing the barrel of a gun, not sharp teeth.

[a/n]: Written for the @pirateeznet Secret Admirer Event (I'm only technically a day late!). I got @potatomountain and I want to express my sincerest apologies to you, love, for my inconsistent contact, my inability to engage with you a ton for this event and whatever this fic is. I've never written fantasy before but I really wanted to try for you. If you like this I'd love to write you a sequel to compensate. Fingers crossed you have a fun time. Happy (belated) Valentines!

Border guard was not the role Hongjoong had thought he’d land up in when he signed up for the army but it had been his good skills and bad luck that had gotten him there. He’d always had good aim growing up and his father, a military man himself, had wanted him to continue his legacy so it was only natural for him to take an interest in the armed forces.

He was the best shot in his squadron and soon was promoted to a sniper. Just as they were about to be deployed abroad for a routine tour, chaos broke out at the border and their team was chosen to be sent in as reinforcements. That meant Hongjoong spent most of his time in a guard tower, his rifle aimed at a wired fence and forested terrain that separated his own nation from their neighbours.

His superiors hadn’t told them much about what exactly was going on, the news channels not offering any more information than they already knew. A few soldiers had been found dead near the border while out on their night duty. The bordering nation had good relations with Hongjoong’s own so the attacks made no sense. The neighbouring army had taken no responsibility for the action, pinning it on non-state actors.

Tension was high at the historically peaceful site and it had put the two allied nations at odds with each other. Hongjoong should have cared about it all, but he just resented the fact that the time he could have been spending abroad was wasted away in isolation. The person nearest to him was a guard tower over, who he could only talk to through a walkie-talkie and even that was restricted given the high alert status they were in.

And so days turned into weeks, every evening he’d swap in for his squadron mate for his shift, sitting alone for hours with a small pack of rations till mid morning, when he’d get to retire to his tent for some sleep.

There was no movement once the reinforcements came, so they thought that either the enemy had been scared away or was waiting. An offensive operation was being discussed with the armed forces of the neighbouring nation to try to root out the people behind the attacks. Hongjoong continued to not care, and wished for the crisis to come to some sort of end so that he could be doing anything else but this.

It all changed one night, though. About a month into their mission, Hongjoong had been trying to pick something to eat when he heard the fence rattle. He quickly sat up, using his binoculars to figure out where the sound was coming from, but everything had fallen silent once again.

He tried to look for the guards that were out on patrol and saw one of them fallen on the ground and the other seemingly floating in the air. Throwing his binoculars down, Hongjoong aimed his rifle at the man, the scope focusing on the soldier whose feet were off the ground, head tilted to one side and no one around him.

Hongjoong tried to think of something to do. His instinct was to signal to the guard in the other post but he didn’t have the time, so he imagined what a man would look like if he were holding the soldier up and took his shot. Immediately the man fell to the ground and the fence rattled, then there was silence.

Scrambling for his walkie-talkie, he called to the other guard but there was no response from him. He couldn’t just sit there, so he rushed down from his post, looking for someone to report to, but everyone had fallen into a deep slumber that he couldn’t wake them up from. The camp looked dead except for him.

Reaching for the handgun on his side, Hongjoong slowly made his way to the fence. The first soldier he saw seemed untouched, but clearly dead. His body lay limp with no pulse or breath. He crawled his way over to the other guard, whose limbs were twisted from the fall. His head lay turned to one side, neck covered in blood pouring out of two big punctures in the skin.

He was so shocked by the sight that he barely had the time to react to the sound of the fence rattling again, and everything went black.

When he came to his senses, he found himself sitting in a seemingly endless room. The decor looked nothing like what was local to either his nation or the one neighbouring it, as if he’d been teleported halfway across the world. Large windows decorated the room but they painted pitch black, the only light coming from large crystal chandeliers that nursed candles that shed flickering light onto impeccably polished marble floors.

Hongjoong’s head hurt and he could barely move, his hands and feet bound to the chair he was seated on. He was still in his fatigues, seemingly unharmed. “You’re awake?” A deep voice called out from behind him. He jerked in his chair as he tried to turn behind to see who it was but the high backed chair meant he had a limited range of view.

Footsteps echoed through the space as the person crept up to him, growing louder as they grew closer. And then he saw him, and Hongjoong felt his breath stop.

The man in front of him was almost paper white with how pale his skin was. He was dressed in the most extravagant suit Hongjoong had ever seen, covered in gems that glittered with every movement. He looked like royalty, with a face to match. Sharp eyes paired with soft lips and the gentlest of smiles.

“I’m Yeosang,” he said, and that’s when Hongjoong noticed the two sharp canines in the man’s mouth. He racked his brain for an explanation. This had to be a joke. Maybe he had fallen asleep at his post and he was dreaming.

But the ice cold touch of the man’s hands on his skin couldn’t have been a dream, that much Hongjoong knew. “What’s your name?”

“Hongjoong,” he managed while flexing his ankles carefully, trying to find a way to escape his binds.

“You saw me there, didn’t you?”

“Not really,” he said, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I heard the fence rattle and I saw one of our men floating above the ground so I tried to shoot whatever was behind it. But I saw nothing there.”

“Interesting,” the man muttered. “You should have been asleep. Why weren’t you?”

“How would I know? And who are you? Where am I?”

“Oh, naive humans. You’re endlessly fascinated by us but you don’t know who we are?”

“That’s not possible.”

“But it is.” The man clapped his hands and a man walked into the room, smiling at Hongjoong before standing still and tilting his head. The man in the suit stood behind him, shot Hongjoong a wink and sunk his teeth into the man’s neck.

Hongjoong didn’t know if he felt horrified or fascinated at the sight, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. For minutes the three of them stood there quietly as blood pooled around the man’s teeth and his eyes glowed.

Finally, the pulled his teeth out and wiped them clean with his tongue. The man who came in gave a little bow and walked away the way he’d come in.

“I’m Prince Yeosang. I rule a world very different from your own.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t worry your little head about it,” he said. Hongjoong should have felt patronised but the tone was so polite he couldn’t feel angry at all.

“What we need to figure out is what to do with you.”

“Do I have to ask or will you just explain it anyways?”

“Oh shush. Your world and mine live in the same place, and the same time, just one can’t see the other. We didn’t even know the other existed for millennia but a few centuries ago, my kind figured out how to get to yours. It didn’t go well. We became addicted to feeding on you and it threatened to destroy the barriers between our worlds, and with it, your entire kind. There were a lot of fights amongst us on what we should do, and the side that wished for a peaceful coexistence won, but we had changed too much in that time.

We needed your kind to survive, so in a way we’d found our own destruction in finding you. So we started picking up a person here or there, just enough to sustain us. We kept them here, so that we wouldn’t have to keep going there. But that wasn’t enough. We realised that your kind wasn’t enough to keep us alive, but that each of us needed a specific one, one that had been changed by us all that time ago, the way you had changed us.”

“And what if you didn’t find that person?”

“We’d keep feeding on others, but we’d need more and more, and eventually it wouldn’t be enough and we’d fade. But if we found the right one, they’d change us as much as we changed them so we’d both stay alive as long as we were together.”

“So you were out there looking for your one?”

“Pretty much. I’ve looked far and wide and I’m fading fast. If I don’t find someone, then this world will go without an heir, and that could destroy the peace that’s held my world from ravaging yours.”

“Okay, so you need to find your blood soulmate or whatever. But what does that have to do with me?”

“Finding the one isn’t easy for us. There are billions of your kind out there. The only way to find out is by marking someone. If they’re the one, they’ll live.”

“So you go around killing people till you find this one?”

“No, not like that. We can catch a sense of them, but we can’t know exactly who it is. So it sometimes takes a few casualties. Fortunately your kind kills enough of your own that you hardly notice it.

Anyways, there’s a legend, that for sometimes, the connection between one of your kind and one of my kind is so close, that the barrier between starts to falter. My power can knock your people out because you have no immunity to it.”

“But I was awake,” Hongjoong mumbled. “Wait, so am I your blood soulmate?”

“If the legend is right, then you are.”

“What do you mean if it’s right?”

Yeosang shrugged. “It’s only happened a handful of times.”

“And?”

“They’re all gone because of unrelated reasons.”

“Unrelated reasons?”

“That’s not the concern here. If you’re my one, you can save your realm and my own.”

“And if I’m not, I die.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot. But what other choice do I have?”

“If I agree to this, and I am your blood soulmate, then will I have to stay here for the rest of eternity?”

“You don’t have to, we just keep you here for your own safety. You can go back, I can come visit you for feeding when I need it, if you’d like. Our bond doesn’t have to be anything more than that.”

“Okay…” Hongjoong trailed off. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to call the man in front of him a lunatic and run off, but somewhere deep down he knew he wasn’t lying. That this was the truth and he had to decide what to do.

At the end of the day, Hongjoong was a military man, and if there’s one thing he’d accepted when he’d joined the army, was that there would come a time when he’d have to lay his life down for his people. He never actually thought that day would come, but it had, and he wasn’t going to hesitate.

“You can do it.” Hongjoong said.

“What?” Yeosang asked, surprised.

“You can mark me. I can’t allow my people to get hurt.”

“You’re a very brave man, Hongjoong.”

“Or foolish, the line between the two is quite thin. Now can you please untie me?”

“Oh of course, my apologies.” Yeosang waved a hand and the restraints around Hongjoong fell on their own. He looked at them with wonder for a moment. He knew he was in for something weird but it was still odd to actually see it.

“How do we do this?”

“You just tilt your head to the side, I’ll do the rest.”

Hongjoong stood up and stretched a bit, trying to get some feeling back into his limbs. Looking Yeosang properly in the eye felt odd. Just moments before he’d towered over him, but now he felt like just a guy, a really pretty one at that. He’s about to either kill you or make you immortal, Hongjoong thought as he turned around to face away from Yeosang.

“Try to relax, this might hurt.”

“I might not last long enough to feel it,” Hongjoong couldn’t help but quip.

“Quiet, you’ll be alright.” He waited for the pain, but it never came. “I can’t do it.”

“What do you mean?”

Yeosang stepped away, looking away. “I don’t know. No one’s ever willingly offered themselves to me before, knowing that it could take their life. Every time I’ve done it, it’s been against your kind’s will, and I let myself believe it was for a good reason. But now I don’t know if I can think of it like that.”

Hongjoong was taken aback, “But it’s for both of our safety, isn’t it?”

“Part of it, yes, but I can’t lie and say that I didn’t do it selfishly even once. I don’t want to fade, not for my kind, but for myself.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, all of us want to live.”

“But you don’t.”

“Oh I do, but sometimes you have to accept that there’s more important things than that,” Hongjoong said. A part of him was sad that they’d met under such circumstances. There was a part of him that wanted to know Yeosang better, maybe find what’s hidden inside him.

“Your kind is fascinating.”

“We’re just human. Now get it on with, hopefully it’ll save more than the both of us.”

Cold fingers grazed his neck gently as his head was pushed to the side so that his cheek touched his shoulder. Soft lips brushed against his neck and Hongjoong felt a shiver run down his spine. A sharp pinch made him flinch but then it was all gone. He felt himself relax, his limbs go loose, and his fear drain away. He didn’t know how long he felt like that before he blacked out again.

When he woke up, he was back in his post, curled on the floor with his rations next to him and his rifle aimed out as usual. Hongjoong sat up quickly, checking his surroundings. Everything seemed to be fine. Maybe he did just fall asleep the night before and dreamt it all.

But he remembered firing his rifle. He looked at the bolt of the gun and placed his hand on the lever, taking a deep breath as he pulled it back.

An empty shell clattered on the floor.

[roleplayfinder]

Hi there!! I'm 20+ nonbinary kiddo searching for an 18+ rp partenr!

I'm in the mood for some fantasy mxm rp! It could be anything, really. Merfolk, magic, royaly, ghosts, space, future, etc. If it's fantasy, I'm more than down for it!

I rp on discord, and do my best best to match my partners length! I prefer fade to black with NSFW stuff.

I'm excited to rp with you!

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[honeybuzzbear]

LOOKING FOR A HOUSE OF THE DRAGON RP!

Characters I'd like to play against:

Rhaenyra

Allicent

Jacaerys

Aemond

Cregan

Benjicot Blackwood

In turn I would play an OC or a CC - preferably an OC but I can make do if necessary.

I do offer doubling and will attempt most characters.

This will be 18+, mature themes involved, likely explicit scenes, potential dark ones - limits and triggers can be discussed.

Interact or message if interested <3

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Story synopsis (below the cut) for additional context:

General Sevei is of the firm opinion that Nobles are shady and Alchemists even shadier. Noble Alchemists are the absolute worst. He is not looking forward to partnering with one to guard the border. Upon their introduction, though, it would seem they have already met... under very intimate circumstances.

Oh... ****!

Medieval sword and sorcery, wholesomely smutty queer fantasy-romance featuring an M/M main couple along with a host of supporting characters bringing some trans rep, some pan rep, some sex worker positivity, and even a straight ally who tries his darndest, bless his little puppy heart. Plenty of fluff, plenty of spice, a few funny bits, and our gang do all make it through the Horrors for happy endings all around - but it's an imperfect world, and there is a war on, so expect plenty of angst and a bit of bloody violence along the way.

[xthexvictorianx-blog]

It’s getting closer to spooky season and would love to throw together a darker twisted rp! Looking for mxm. Ocxoc. Let’s come up with a creepy slasher of sorts. Or maybe a creature killer. Looking for someone who would love to play the killer. Maybe our ocs are friends or the killer has this obsession with mine. (Usually play the crazier oc, but would like to see what someone else can produce). Anyway, they get locked together in a situation and chaos happens. Dark themes of course! Smut! I’m open to crazy ideas. Please message me if interested and let’s make a rocky and messy relationship for our ocs.

18+ of course. Only rp on discord. I love ooc chatter and can’t wait to create some fun. At least looking for 1-2 paragraphs in writing length. I can usually give more and especially if our plot is just way too good. Can usually reply multiple times a day. Send me a message- if interested!