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[wrxthfulguard]

Please be honest: Is there a reason why you don’t want to interact with me? This isn’t a guilt tripping question, just a simple question out of sheer curiosity after scrolling through reblogs of my promos almost every day.

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DISCORD BOYFRIEND KÖNIG

sfw + nsfw. this is just an amalgamation of all my ideas

könig has never been one for putting his face on social media. even before the scars that pull at the skin of his cheek, reshaping his expression in ways he’s never fully grown used to, the idea of being seen, really seen, has never sat right with him. there’s a certain comfort in anonymity, in keeping the world at arm’s length. easier that way. safer.

that unease, paired with what some might consider his more nerdy interests, means he gravitates toward spaces like discord rather than the highly curated feeds of instagram or facebook. there, he doesn’t have to worry about photos or videos— just a username, and a presence in text.

his handle is simple: king 👑. a nod to the name he’s carried for so long, stripped of rank, stripped of weight.

even in the server where he’s most active, he keeps things vague, blending into discussions about games, military history, or whatever niche interest has caught his attention that week.

every now and then, he’ll let something slip— a mention of deployment, an offhand comment, disappearing for months at a time, only to return with a sudden burst of activity. some put the pieces together. most don’t. and könig prefers it that way. it’s easier to let them think he’s just another guy with spotty internet.

your first interaction is rather simple in retrospect.

he’s back after weeks of recon, shaking off the mission like dirt from his boots, easing into the familiarity of a gaming server he’s called home for years.

it’s not a small server, so new people come and go. he does his usual routine— an automated, slightly impersonal welcome but what he doesn’t expect is the sheer enthusiasm in return.

“hi!!!!”

he stares at the message for a second, counting the exclamation marks. three. four. five? a small smile tugs at his lips before he even realizes it.

it doesn’t take long before you’re at his metaphorical side, sending a friend request before the conversation even shifts from your college courses.

the older members tease him. something about his last deployment scrambling his head enough to take a newbie under his wing. he lets them talk. he doesn’t mind.

soon enough, you’re in his private messages, dramatically lamenting your latest loss in a game he’s only vaguely familiar with. könig listens— well, reads— as you rant, words spilling out at a rapid-fire pace, interspersed with keyboard smashing and increasingly incoherent frustration.

he’s not much for new releases, preferring to sink his teeth into a single game for months on end, grinding away until mastery is muscle memory. still-

one evening, without preamble, he sends you a link. his profile. in your game.

the response is immediate. ‘king!!! 🥺’ you type, followed by an onslaught of keyboard mashing that takes up half his screen.

he exhales a short laugh, shaking his head. he wonders if you know how easy it is to make him grin like an idiot.

the calls are… an unexpected development.

könig doesn’t make a habit to join server calls. ever. it’s not even about anxiety, not really, just preference. too many voices, too much noise. he never expected to be comfortable enough with anyone to want to be in a call, let alone initiate one.

but when you start gaming together, it becomes a necessity. typing mid-match isn’t exactly efficient, and you’re the first to point that out.

“okay, listen, king, i am not about to lose another ranked match just because you take five years to type ‘behind you.’” he huffs, amused, but relents.

soon enough, calls become second nature— no longer tied to gaming, no longer requiring an excuse. you always ask first, polite thing that you are, and könig always agrees. sometimes it’s an unspoken invitation, a simple “call?” sent in the quiet hours of the night. sometimes he beats you to it, pressing the button before he can think too hard about it.

one time, it’s you who calls. he answers on the first ring.

“are you- wait.” you pause, listening. there’s a distinct, rhythmic thud-thud-thud in the background. not footsteps, but something heavier, more controlled. “are you on a treadmill?”

“mm.” his voice is steady, unaffected. a quiet confirmation.

you gasp, and he can practically hear the amusement brewing in your tone. “oh my god! you actually work out? i thought you were lying.”

he snorts, breath hitching slightly as he adjusts his pace. “why would i lie about that?”

“i don’t know! you just- i mean, you sit at your desk all day, playing the same game for hours, and you’re always online at weird times-”

“you are describing yourself,” he points out.

“shut up.”

there’s a pause, and then, with the kind of mischief that only comes from knowing exactly how to push his buttons, you add, “prove it.”

he slows to a walk, swiping open his phone. a moment later, you receive a picture. him, flexing. the lighting is dim, but you can still make out the cut of his forearm, the solid shape of his bicep. just to humor you, he throws up a peace sign.

“not stolen from pinterest.”

you burst into laughter so sudden and bright that he finds himself smiling before he can stop it.

you learn what it means to miss könig pretty early on.

it happens suddenly. one day, he’s there, active as usual, sending the occasional meme, idling in voice chat even if he’s not talking. the next? radio silence. not even a ‘typing…’ indicator.

at first, you don’t think much of it. maybe he’s sleeping in. maybe he’s busy. time zones are weird. it’s fine.

but then a whole day passes. then another. you check his status— nothing. not offline, not do not disturb, just… gone.

curiosity turns into concern, and before you can think better of it, you ask in the server.

“hey, anyone heard from king?”

the response is casual. unbothered. “oh, dude’s probably deployed again.”

you blink. reread the message. “deployed?”

“yeah, king’s military.”

there’s no warning for the way that statement knocks the air from your lungs.

military? as in, real-life combat? as in, war zones and danger and actual life-or-death situations?

you stare at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard, unsure what to even say to that.

he doesn’t resurface for weeks.

you don’t realize how much you’ve come to rely on his presence until it’s gone. his absence is loud in the quiet moments of your day, in the spaces where a message from him would normally be.

you check the server out of habit, catching yourself before you can search his username. it’s stupid, you think. you barely know him. he’s just some guy from a discord server.

but the worry lingers.

and then, one day, just like that— he’s back.

his return is as unceremonious as his disappearance.

no dramatic entrance, no fanfare. just a simple “hello.”

you see it the moment he sends it. your stomach flips.

before you can stop yourself, you send a private message. “you’re alive.”

a moment passes. then— “yes.”

you frown. “you were gone for weeks.”

“i know.”

frustration bubbles up. “you could’ve said something.”

“i couldn’t.”

you hesitate, fingers tightening around your phone. you don’t know what you were expecting. an explanation? reassurance? but it’s clear you’re not getting one.

but then, a follow-up message. one that feels heavier, more careful. “i’m sorry.”

and just like that, the irritation dissolves.

it’s strange, the way things slip back into place after that.

he doesn’t talk about it, and you don’t ask. but something shifts. after that deployment, könig starts telling you when he’ll be gone. nothing in detail, really. just a simple, “i’ll be away for a bit.”

(it means everything.)

slowly, you get used to it. the rhythm of his presence and absence, the way your conversations pick up right where they left off, as if no time has passed at all.

it goes on for months. this… thing between the two of you. könig doesn’t hesitate to call it friendship, though he knows, knows, it’s something else entirely.

something with edges softer than companionship, something that lingers in the pauses between conversation, in the way you had whispered his real name under your breath when he revealed it to you.

he doesn’t rush to name it. doesn’t push. he lets it simmer until it feels inevitable.

in the end, it’s you who breaks first. technically. not that he’s keeping score. not that he would ever rub it in your face, especially when he was a mere day away from asking the very same thing.

it starts with a message. no preamble, no buildup. just a simple: hey, what are we?

könig sees it and reacts before thinking. presses the call button so fast his thumb practically smashes the screen. it rings once, twice—

“you didn’t even ask.” your voice comes through, half exasperated, half amused.

“didn’t want to give you time to unsend.” his own voice is steady, but his heart is anything but.

you huff. “bold assumption.”

“not really.”

a pause. he hears you shift, fabric rustling, the sound of you settling in. something warm and slow uncoils in his chest at the familiarity of it.

“so,” you start, hesitant. “what’s your answer?”

könig exhales, tipping his head back against his pillow. “do you want the truth?”

“obviously.”

he hums, considering. in reality, he’s known the truth for a while now. probably before you even realized it yourself.

“i like you,” he says, simple, sure. then, because he knows you, because he knows your deflections, your habit of teasing when you get nervous, he adds, “and i’m very aware you like me back.”

you sputter. “that’s a bold assumption-”

“not really,” he repeats, smug this time.

you groan, but you’re laughing, and it sends something bright flickering through him.

könig doesn’t ask for nudes. not once. he flirts, he teases, but never pushes. he knows your boundaries, respects them, never even hints at wanting more. if anything, he’s careful. too careful, sometimes. like he’s afraid of crossing a line you haven’t even drawn.

so when you finally send something, it’s your choice.

the first picture is tame. barely anything. it's a shot of your thighs, soft and warm in the low light of your room. nothing scandalous. nothing too revealing. but the second you hit send, your stomach twists with nerves.

könig sees it immediately. you watch the typing bubble appear, disappear, then appear again. and then— “fuck.”

you grin. “good?”

“you have no idea.”

it only escalates from there.

könig never requests more. but when you send it, when you want to send it, his reaction is worth it. he worships you through the screen, tells you how beautiful you are, how much he wishes he could touch you.

“pretty,” he texts once, attached to a voice message.

you press play. his breath is ragged, like he’s just run a mile. “pretty thing,” he repeats, voice tinged with something almost reverent. “you’re going to ruin me, love.”

the first time he sends you something, it takes him forever to work up to it.

you don’t ask for it. wouldn’t dream of pushing him into something he’s not comfortable with. könig isn’t shy, necessarily, but he’s private. you know that by now.

so when, out of nowhere, a picture pops up on your screen, your brain short-circuits.

it’s cropped carefully, but there’s no mistaking what you’re looking at— bare skin, broad shoulders, his stomach flexed just slightly.

“you like?” he texts after a minute.

you swallow hard. “yes.”

“good.” and then— “more?”

you bite your lip. “please.”

könig gets bolder after that.

he sends more. never too much, always teasing, always just enough to leave you wanting. sometimes it’s his hands, sometimes it’s his abs, the sharp cut of his hip bones, the waistband of his sweatpants hanging just low enough to make your mouth water.

one night, he sends a voice message instead. you press play.

at first, all you hear is his breathing. then, slowly, softly— your name, whispered through a noise that makes heat bloom low in your stomach.

“wish you were here,” he murmurs. “wish you could see what you do to me.”

the actual nudes don’t take long. not ar all. you’re both desperate. buzzing. könig’s the one who caves first.

it starts with your text. 10 p.m., the hour where inhibitions slip through grasping fingers like sand.

“wanna see your cock so bad, könig…” you murmur to your propped phone, cheek pressed to your pillow, another one stuffed against your chest like it might replace the hollow ache between your ribs. a distraction. a poor substitute.

on the other side of the screen, he exhales, dragging a hand down his face. fingers tensing, then flexing, like he needs something to hold onto. “love-” your whine cuts through before he can even think. instinctive. needy. his stomach clenches. “okay, okay. as long as you're sure.”

his heart pounds as he opens his photos. he doesn’t exactly collect dick pics, but there are a few kept locked away, private albums, a passcode he suddenly fumbles to enter.

three minutes. that’s how long it takes to choose the best one. the right angle. the right lighting. enough to make your breath hitch when you see it.

he hits send before he can overthink it, then leans back, phone balanced on his thigh, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

your phone buzzes. the photo pops up. you blink, breath hitching sharp in your throat.

“oh my god.” the words spill out of you before you can even think to stop them. “könig…” you stare at the screen, gaze locked on the thick, heavy length of him. the way it curves slightly, resting against his thigh like it’s weighed down by its own sheer mass. your breath stutters.

“you're so fucking big.” it barely registers that you've said it aloud.

“yeah? you like it?

“like it?” you shoot back. “i want it inside me.”

his breath leaves him in one harsh exhale. he shifts, hips rolling involuntarily like he can feel your words on his skin.

“can i see you too?” he sounds so polite. and then, as if that wasn’t enough to twist the knife deeper— “please?”

your stomach flips. you bite your lip, already reaching for your phone camera, the need to show him everything burning through you like wildfire.

your breath comes shallow as you slip your hand lower, phone steady in the other. the need is a pulse under your skin, throbbing, insistent. you pull the covers back just enough, the cool air prickling against the heat between your thighs.

the camera catches everything. your slightly parted thighs, your swollen clit, the wetness gushing out of your hole. it feels like baring a secret you’ve never told anyone. you hesitate for half a second, heart racing, then hit send.

the second the message disappears from your screen, it hits you— you just sent that to him.

on his end, könig freezes. the photo loads slow, torturous, and when it finally pops up, he feels his whole body tense, blood rushing south so fast it’s dizzying. “f-fuck, i need to be inside of you-”

sex with könig, if you can even call it that, at first, sneaks up on you. you never thought you’d be the kind of person who got into this. sending texts that made your face burn, leaving voice messages you could barely listen back to without cringing. but with him, it’s different. easier. less embarrassing because it’s him.

still, going from nudes to actual phone sex takes some time.

“gonna sleep,” könig texts you once, attached to a blurry photo of his bed.

“alone?” you send back, teasing.

the typing bubble appears. then disappears. then— “obviously.”

you grin at your phone, satisfied. but then— “but i could use some company.”

you stare at the message longer than you’d like to admit.

didn't tell him that you had woken up panting, arousal between your thighs, könig’s name on your lips too many times. didn't tell him that you had pressed your hand against your clit during your calls, to the sound of his voice, to his laugh, to the quiet, wrecked groans he sometimes lets out when he stretches after a workout.

in the past, you hadn't told him how many times you’d dreamt of him because you thought you'd scare him off, kept your mouth shut about the images that haunted you at night, of his hands pinning you down, his mouth at your throat.

but you wanted to.

and tonight, you would.

the conversation turns slow. lazy. heavy with something unspoken.

“you sound tired,” könig murmurs, voice warm. he’s always like this late at night. soft, unhurried, like he’s sinking into the sound of you.

you swallow hard. your skin feels too hot, too tight. “i’m not.”

a pause. then, lower— “what is it, love?”

you hesitate, pressing your lips together. it’s too much. too embarrassing. but he knows something is different.

“talk to me. tell me what you’re thinking.”

you let out a shaky breath. “i had a dream about you.”

the silence stretches.

you can hear him inhale. you bite your lip. force yourself to continue. “i think about you. when i-” you stop. you can’t say it. can’t admit it.

könig exhales through his nose, like he’s trying to steady himself. “when you what?”

your stomach is a knot of nerves. but you want this. want him. so you take a breath, close your eyes. “when i touch myself.”

his breath stutters.

“fuck.” the word is almost a groan. your pulse hammers, blood rushing through your ear as heat pools in your stomach.

“könig,” you whisper.

he exhales, whispers his next words like a beg, “say it again.”

you swallow. “i touch myself to you.”

“i do too.”

your stomach flips. “what?”

“i-” he cuts himself off with a quiet curse, like he's frustrated with himself for hesitating. “i touch myself to you too.”

your breath catches. heat blooms in your chest, spreading down your spine. “könig-”

“all the time.” his voice is lower now, raw, like he's aching with it. “when i can't sleep. when you're on call with me, laughing, teasing me. when i wake up hard in the middle of the night and can’t stop thinking about stuffing you full.”

your body is burning again, despite the aftershocks still rolling through you. you're about to choke out a reply when you hear it— the rustle of fabric, the faint creak of bedsprings, the wet slide of skin on skin.

“are you-”

a sharp inhale. “yes.”

“let me hear you,” you whisper, thinking about his pretty, pretty cock. uncut, soft skin stretched over the flushed head, the way it would slide back when he’s fully hard, revealing the deep pink of his leaking tip. the veins that wind down the length, standing out against the pale skin

there's a pause, a hitch in his breath. then, slowly— “okay.”

there's a small rustle, könig adjusting himself on the bed. the faint sound of him pumping lotion on his hand. a quiet sigh. and then, a low grunt as the warmth of his palm wraps around his cock.

könig looks down at his hand, eyes half-lidded, hips bucking up in small thrusts. he imagines your pussy instead of his fist, hot and tight and so fucking warm, fluttering around his length as he pushes in, spearing you open with a cock too big for your little cunny.

he knows you’d cry for him, little gasps and hiccupped moans, squirming beneath him as he bullies his cock deeper, past that tight ring of muscle into the slick, warm clutch of your cunt.

“a-ah- fuck, ah-”

your breath stutters at the sounds, hips grinding against your palm. “wish i could see you.”

“on cam?”

you groan, squeezing your thighs around the pillow in-between your legs, grinding your clit against the material softly. “yes, please..”

fuck, you're so polite.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 13

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: Ew, Monday.

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The taxi lets you out just outside the darkened estate. Your heart lurches as you stand on the curb, the car slowly rolling away as you stand in a cone of light beneath a street pole. You stare up at the ominous facade with its cavernous windows.

You want to believe it was just a faulty wire or some anomaly but you have to be sure of it. The gate is locked, just as you were certain you left it. You key in the code and shut yourself in. The hedges and looming trees lendthe property an unearthly feel as you creep along, aided only by slivers of moonlight.

You stop and look down at the phone clutched in your hand. You search for the flashlight app and shine it ahead of you. By habit, you go around the back, even as the chirp of crickets and hum of the night adds to your foreboding.

The beep of each digit pressed into the keypad pierces the night. The electronic chime is unceremonious is the nocturnal din. Inside, there is a haze of light from just down the hallway. Did you leave it on or did someone else?

You turn off the light on the phone and drag up the call app instead. Just in case you need to call for help. You proceed without flipping any switches, careful not to make a noise as you advance. You reach the entryway and turn to face the glow emitting from the broad archway.

You hold your breath as dread bubbles up to your throat. You stop short as the clink of a glass cracks the silence. Mr. Laufeyson’s back is to you as he sets down the short tumbler, a stray droplet clinging to the brim. He rescinds his arm and wipes his mouth with his cuff.

You could sigh. It’s okay. He’s only come home early. It’s not some sinister intruder or covetous criminal. It is only him.

You could go and he’d never know of your foolish panic. You lean back on your heel as you tuck away your phone. He strides to the tall glass cabinet and presses the door so it releases. He pushes it open and drags out one of the dark bottles. You sidle backwards, stretching an arm out to feel around you.

“What are you doing here?” He sneers and stops you in your tracks.

You gulp and blink. Speechless. Caught.

“Yes, you,” he turns and uncaps the round-shouldered bottle.

“Mr. Laufeyson, I…” you sputter and step out of the shadows, “the alarm.”

He fills the glass and clunks the bottle down heavily, resting the cap on top but not sealing it. He swipes up the tumbler and brings it before his mouth. His green eyes sparkle like emeralds in the low light of a single lamp.

“And you came oh so quickly,” he scoffs.

You rub your lips together, uncertain what to say. He seems unhappy. His early return is likely for unpleasant reasons.

He swigs and strides, his free hand patting his thigh in agitation as he paces. He spins and retraces his steps, mouthing to himself. You peer down the hall and back at him. You feel you’ve walked in on a very private moment.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, I’ll go,” you say.

“Hm, you do not want to stay?” He challenges as he halts and faces you, his sole scuffing sharply, “I’m certain this place is preferable to whatever sty you reside in.”

“I only came to make sure all is well–”

“And why wouldn’t it be?” He pauses to toss back the last of his drink, liquor by the looks of it. “Were you neglectful in your duties, mm? Shall I take inventory?”

“Mr. Laufeyson, I was only… nevermind,” you shrug.

“Bah,” he waves you off and twists on his feet, once more strutting away. He shoves his hands in his pockets as he goes to stand by the mantel, tilting his head as he gazes along the ornaments. Just where the camera hides. “While you’re here, pour me another drink.”

You chew your lip and wring your hands as you come forward. You break the threshold of the den and near the round table beside the armchair. You peek at him as he toys with the globe, flicking it around with one finger.

“Do take your time,” he hisses.

You grab the bottle and lift the cap. You tip it carefully but still hit it against the top of the glass. The liquid glugs out and the scent rises to tinge your nostrils. You set the bottle down and take the glass, wondering how anyone can stomach it.

You go to him as he leans a hand on the mantel, his other on his hip as he huffs. He shakes his head at some irksome thought. You stand nearby but don’t dare disturb him. He frightens you as he turns and snatches the glass.

“You know,” he begins, stopping himself to drain half the glass, “the last thing I need to worry about is this place. I hired you for just that and I find you looking at me as if this house should be aflame.”

You look down and take a step back. He clucks and pivots, stomping around the sofa. You stay as you are, rigid and uneasy. The anger roils off of him and you are the only one there to hear it.

“My father… of course, couldn’t be happy for my visit. No, never is. I swear he must’ve despised my very birth,” he snarls, “but my brother, oh, he can do no wrong.”

He empties the last of the glass as you peer over your shoulder. He grips the glass tight and bares his teeth at it. His eyes are drawn to yours as if he can sense them.

“You’re still here,” he growls.

“Mr. Laufeyson, sorry, I–” you hurry around the other side of the sofa towards the door, “I was only–”

“No, no,” he stops you as he waves his palm, “another.”

He presents the glass in his other hand. You stare at it. There’s a cloudy tint in his eyes. As you approach, you hear him exhale. You take the glass and his fingers brush yours clumsily as he drops his arm. 

You look at the empty tumbler and back to him. You don’t know how much he’s had or how much more he should. You don’t drink but you suppose he wouldn’t need more than a few glasses.

“Are you sure you should–”

“Are you questioning me?” He snips.

“No, Mr. Laufeyson, I only… it’s late and you’ve been traveling–”

“Don’t tell me what’s good for me,” he raises a finger to point in your face, “left alone for one day and you presume a bit much.”

“Mr. Laufeyson, not at all,” you swallow, “I will get you more–”

“No,” he grabs you before you can retreat, his hands on your shoulders, “why…”

His word dangles between you as his question remains unasked. Terror courses through you as he grips your shoulders tight, the size and strength of his hands locking you in place. You bat your lashes as you stare up at him. The liquor clings to his breath as it fans over you.

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you squeak.

He holds on to you, almost trembling. He steps closer as he draws you in. He is almost hypnotised as he glares down at you. His hands slip away only to grasp the bulk of your hood instead, bunching it in his fists. He leans, teetering on his feet, looming over you.

You are trapped in your own shock. You cannot pull away, you can’t push him off, you can’t move. You’re horrified as you wonder what he’s thinking. As you fear what he might do next.

He is drunk, that isn’t a question, but is he dangerous?

“The light plays tricks on me,” he whispers before he lets you go, swaying as he turns and finds his way to the sofa. He flops down, leaning against the backrest. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back. “You are correct, I am drunk.” He takes a breath and blows out with a groan, his lashes flicking open suddenly as he sits up, “go.”

You nod and put the glass beside the bottle. You march back to the archway and stop, glancing back at Mr. Laufeyson as he drops his head and cradles it in his hands. He looks almost pathetic as he slouches forward. 

“I said leave me,” he snaps without looking up, “now!”

🧹

The night is short and fruitless. Your sleep is splintered with anxiety and the morning sees you twitchy and uneasy. As you get ready to leave, you wonder if you should even bother. That rotten feeling in your gut assures you you’ll meet no different than the previous night.

Yet, Mr. Laufeyson hadn’t fired you. He only told you to leave and you can’t afford to give up, though for the first time, you're considering it. As Leslie gets your father’s coffee ready, you’re reminded that you can’t. No, he needs you, he is only too stubborn to admit it.

You set off as the knot in your stomach draws tighter. You don’t sit on the bus, instead standing as your nerves get the better of you. You rock, leaning into the motion of the bus and your stop comes too soon. You drag yourself off and shudder as you look down towards your fate.

You’re on time. Five minutes ahead of expected. The gate code works, that’s a good sign. Your usual trawl through the gardens is hazy and dull. You don’t notice the blue jay winging or the lady bugs crawling on the brick. You can only focus on what comes next. You’re completely blinded by the unknown.

Inside, the house is as empty as the day before. Not truly. You know Mr. Laufeyson will show himself eventually. You hang your bag and put on shoe covers and gloves. It’s Monday, a cleaning day.

You begin if only for the distraction. Down the hall, into the kitchen, room to room, until you reach the den. There is no sign of the previous night’s run-in. The bottle is neatly back in the cabinet with the rest, the short glass is gone, and all appears as it should be. So why does it feel so off?

You work through the room almost ritualistically. You have a pattern and you stick to it. The familiar has always been safest. 

As you near the table, something sparkles on the dark hardwood. You bend to pick up the small shard of glass, careful not to let it cut into your fingertips. You glance around to see if it broke off anything close by. No cracks, no chips. It’s clear and tiny. Almost indiscernible.

You cup it in your hand and take it to the kitchen to put in the bin. Something so small can cause a lot of pain. You shake off your palm and let the lid close.

“Ah, I see you are working hard,” Mr. Laufeyson’s voice rolls through you.

You tense and turn slowly from the bin. You keep your head down as you cross the kitchen, “yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

As you try to pass the counter, where he stands, he steps out to block your path. You stop and back up, your gaze stuck to the tiles before his leather shoes. He stands close enough for his warmth to cloud around you.

“Coffee,” he states the single word and in an undeniable demand. 

He’s never asked for that before but you can figure it out. It must be a test. Or a lesson. He’s reminding you of your place. You can’t just barge in after hours, even if you are trying to help. Well, that’s the thing, he only wants the help he asks for so you better stop thinking so much.

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

You turn and go to the cupboard. You don’t know where anything is. You clean but you don’t cook or go through anything. You open one door; wrong. The second; wrong. On the fifth, you find a bag of coffee. 

As you unfold the top, you reveal aromatic beans. You stare at them. You make coffee for your father all the time but you buy grounds, not whole beans. You look around for a hint. You’ve seen people grind beans on television but they don’t exactly show the grinder; it’s always just a loud noise in the background before the balding blonde brings the metropolitan cast their wide brimmed cappuccinos.

You flinch as Mr. Laufeyson struts around the bend of the counter and slides a square device across the granite. He pushes it in front of you, crowding you again. You thank him and stare at the grinder. What do you do now?

You take the little scoop from inside the bag and spoon up a heap of beans. You hover them above the rest as you touch the grinder, turning it as you examine it. He sighs and taps a silver button. The lid pops up and reveals a compartment. You pour in the beans and close the top.

“Are you truly so ignorant?” He accuses.

“Sorry, Mr. Laufeyson,” you utter, not bothering with an excuse.

“It is a simple task. They train teenagers to do it,” he scoffs.

You nod and press the button that reads ‘grind’. You hold it, happy for the noisy reprieve from his criticism. When it’s done, you look around again. There’s a machine but it looks a lot different than the drip machine in your own kitchen. You go over to it and feel along the upper part, searching for a catch. Surely there’s somewhere to put a filter.

He nears again. He slides a drawer out and takes out a little metal canister. He pushes a button to open the top of the machine and wiggles it over it to say, it goes here. You open your hand and he lets you have it. You return to the grinder and scoop out the ground beans into the little canister. 

You return to the machine as he taps his fingers on the counter. You slip the canister into place and close the lid. The screen lights up and shows several options. You don’t know which one to choose. He huffs and selects ‘bold’. You stare at his tie in shame.

“How can you not know how to brew a coffee?” He sneers.

You shrug, “sorry, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“Mm, there is much you don’t know, isn’t there? Much I know which you wouldn’t,” he snickers, “oh but I know something about you. Something… interesting.”

You furrow your brow and look up, not far, just at his throat. His hand slips across the counter and he looms over you. His gaze bores into you as he hangs over you like a shadow. He pulls back and turns to lean on the counter, lifting his wrist to adjust his watch. He’s certain to turn his hand to show it off. 

“What I know is that you’re a liar,” he states, “and sneaky. And nosy.”

“Mr. Laufeyson, I only came last night because the alarm–”

“Last night? What do you mean?”

“Uh…” you blink and look him in the face. “You don’t remember?” 

“Ha,” he snorts, “of course I do. You were concerned after I triggered the alarm. So be it. I am not talking about that,” he faces you as he smirks, “you like to hide, don’t you?”

You frown and shrug. You don’t know what he means. He laughs and once more touches his watch.

“I know exactly how you came upon my watch that day,” he announces, “and I suspect you discovered a few other curious sights.”

You blanch and shake your head vehemently. Your cheeks are on fire and your whole body is buzzing. You could disintegrate right then and there. You almost wish you could.

“I didn’t– I didn’t see anything at all. I just– I just– Mr. Laufeyson, I wouldn’t ever– you’re my boss. I was afraid but I couldn’t see out from under the bed.”

“But if you could…” he hums.

“No,” you insist, “no, I wouldn’t want to.”

“Wouldn’t want to?” He echoes dully.

“I understand, I was wrong to not say anything but I was only trying to clean–”

“Wouldn’t want to?” He repeats even louder.

You snap your mouth shut and frown. You don’t know what to say. You’re embarrassed. You should’ve just told him yourself. Before you can apologise, he throws his hand up and sidesteps you.

“You may bring me my coffee,” he orders harshly, “be certain to knock.”

[pet-cemetery-emotes]

Hello, I am an archiver of emoji tumblr information, I am making a list of active and inactive emoji blogs. Would you be okay with me tagging/linking your blog in the post? if you dont want to be included, that's fine , of course.

- @echo-sigh

I would answer this privately if I could, but anon blues haha. Anyways if ur giving me the choice, then no thank you. No discourse blogs for me thanks. I think this is kind of inappropriate to ask and I’d prefer no one do it again. I am not entrenched in internet culture and I find ur blog confusing and alarming.

I think everyone who thinks I suck and hates me should just block me :) and they’re welcome to do so (/gen)

Ppl who have blocked me or I have blocked are still welcome to use my resources btw, I don’t want to cut anyone off from getting their communication needs met - just view my blog on desktop (and enjoy my lovely theme) or join the discord, since it doesn’t facilitate texting and is just my archives.

As for visibility… I trust that ppl will find me 🙏 and I have no intent to delete this blog

tho in general I don’t mind being involved in archives, this doesn’t pass my vibe check ESPECIALYL cuz real ones know people have used blocklists to harass ppl in the past, even in the emoji community and not even that long ago. I will not participate if I can help it.

Good luck on your endeavors tho, I hope you get where ur going.

[corancoranthemagicalman]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier.

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Oh, hi!! Well, firstly, thanks for the follow!!! Secondly, I love asks! I (unfortunately) don't always get to certain things (because life and,,,life lmao!) but I do love getting them, and I really want to make the effort to get back to engaging so! Here's the info for your notebook!

Self, Job/Work: Just ask! I usually prefer to keep vague on some things, mostly because I like to keep "professional" socials separate from my fandom ones lol and would prefer there not being a direct connection. But for the most part, I'm flexible on talking about myself :)

Bagginshield/Tolkien YES YES YES UGHHHH I adore all of that. I peeped your profile and saw some Gimli and Legolas I think which is also mi amor <3 Elsewise, I'm all over the place, but do post Supernatural, Good Omens, and Baldur's Gate (i've bought all the Dragon Ages and that's next on my list) with hyperfixations sorting as often as they can. (You can check out my AO3 to see some of my favorites [CBlue], or most often I try tagging fandoms if you need to block anything or want to hunt for something specific. (I'm also stumbling back into some Geraskier too on ocassion!)

I don't have OCs that I post here (they tend to be more on my professional one lol), and my art tag changed because tumblr ate the previous one I'd been using (sometimes its #my art and sometimes its #C Draws or #C Arts), so that's a bit everywhere and not often. I more often post my fandom writings [CBlue on AO3, which if I may pimp out a writing of mine, I wrote Compression, a Bagginshield fic (though, apologies as due to recent AI scalping all of my works are now locked to registered-users exclusively]. This is my everything blog, so everything goes here lol.

Oh my god please send me snippet ideas and prompts. That's one of my favorite ways of engage---spinning with people! That's why I LOVE participating in fandom! I get some of that outlet on a few of the (more intimate) fandom Discords that I'm in, but I'm always open to some of those from asks and such too!!

Pets: I have 6 cats, all of whom are rescues. To the point that the last three were actually rescued out of my wood pile from a storm that was going to hit last year. I don't post pictures of them (mostly to keep that fandom life separation like I mentioned), but I talk about them! People who know me probably also might remember my old man, Tucker, who was the loveliest of puppers. I had to say goodbye to him earlier this year (back in April, and it's just been...a time since then. I miss him often, but every memory is nothing but fondness.) They're all so lovely, and I love talking pets! (If, you know, six cats wasn't an indication ;))

I don't have a garden at the moment, but I do love talking about it!! Hobbies tend to be my fandom hobbies, but I'm also trying to get back into reading more often and I have a few crafts planned. And I love doing a gamer when I can in my free time.

I loved being tagged in things!! I don't always get to them because I am the toxic person (/j) who sees a notification and goes "I will respond when I'm able to," but when the notification is gone I forget all about it. Actually, you've just reminded me that I was tagged in a tag game that I wanted to do, so I'm going to go do that now lol!!

But yeah! I think that's everything and hope it's in any way that makes sense lol. I definitely appreciate you asking!!!

[patrol-partners-batphandom]

FAQs

How do I sign up?

You have to join our discord server to sign up! Please DM this blog (@patrol-partners-batphandom) and you'll receive a link to the server.

Can I make art/memes/music/etc for my fic?

You are more than welcome to create other art mediums for the fic if you wish to, but it is not part of the event, since it's a writing event.

Can we sign up as a group?

Yes. To sign up as a group, you just need one member of the group to fill out the forms. In the forms we will ask for the names of all members of the group. All members of the group have to be in the discord server and react to check-ins. Can be groups of 2,3 or 4; although we don’t recommend a big group because communication starts to break down easily if the group is too big.

Do I need to have a group to participate?

No, you can sign up alone and we will pair you up with someone with similar tastes in writing.

Is NSFW content allowed?

Smut is not allowed.

How about horror, violence, gore, etc?

For horror elements, violence and gore, given the nature of the fandoms of the crossover, we will allow more leeway with it, if you and your partner(s) agree. When posting the fic, we only ask that everything is tagged properly. If you have doubts, you are welcome to talk to the mods about it.

How are we partnered up?

We will partner you with someone that fits you, given the answers to the sign up forms. In the sign up forms, we will ask you about your writing preferences (likes and dislikes) and approximately what you expect you can write in a month. Please read the questions carefully and answer honestly. We will try to pair you with someone with matching likes, but it really depends on how many people join and what they wrote for their sign up application. At the very least, we won’t pair up people with opposite tastes.

What happens if I have to drop out?

We will relocate your partner to a pinch hitter and give them extra time to finish the fic. So the impact is the least possible, please get in contact with a mod as soon as you know you need to step back.

How do I get into the event discord?

You need to DM our blog and you'll receive a link to the server.

How are we (partner(s) and I) going to organize the writing?

Completely up to you. We will provide a space to chat in the event discord, and advice on how to organize yourselves; but how the actual writing is going to happen depends on what works for the groups. You can talk in the provided threads or go to DMs, up to you and your partner.

Is there an AO3 collection?

Yes, there will be one made for the event closer to the posting date.

What happens if I have trouble with my partner (unresponsive, uncollaborative, etc)?

Please get in contact with a mod ASAP. We will find out what’s going on and look for the best solution for the situation. As a general rule, if someone misses 2 check-ins without explanation, they will be kicked out from the project and the server; and their partner will be reassigned or paired with one of our pinch hitters. In these special cases, extra time will be provided.

How will the check-ins be organized?

We will have a ticketing system in the event server. Basically everyone has to open a ticket and a private chat with the mods will open where they can say if everything is okay, if they need support, or if they have issues with their partner.

If you have any questions not answered by this post, please leave an ask, and check back regularly! We will continue to update this post as needed.

Have a good morning/day/night!

👻 Patrol Partners Mod Team

[lockandk3yfiction]

Jack-o-lantern Writing Commissions

Hello! I am opening up writing commissions for the fall season to be completed and posted in October! If you're interested in a story idea and are searching for someone to write it, please consider the following and share my commission information.

You can find my previous work on my AO3.

Pricing - $1.00 USD per 100 words

Minimum Word Count - 1,000 ($10.00 USD)

Maximum Word Count - 5,000 ($50.00 USD)

Timeline -

Commission slots open on Sept 12th.

Commissions will be completed and posted between Oct. 1st & Oct. 31st depending on the length and time it takes to complete.

Please note that although these are Fall Commissions, the idea / prompt for your story does not need to be Fall, Scary, or Halloween related. (You want a Valentines fic in October? You got it!)

How to Contact Me -

Private Message me on tumblr or discord. Anonymous asks will not be answered.

We will discuss what kind of story you are looking for and the approximate word count.

Once we agree on appropriate length and pricing, I will send you a paypal invoice.

I will not begin your commission until a payment is made.

If at any point, I am unable to complete your commission, I will refund you. Refunds will not be allowed after your commission has been completed.

Please let me know if your commission is a gift for someone else.

More information about the content I'll create is under the break

What I Write:

Platonic, Romantic, or Familiar Relationships

General (No Ship) Plots

Character Centric Stories

Canon Compliant, AU, Angst, Fluff, Tropes, etc.

Negotiable Content:

All romantic pairings are negotiable. 

I will create content for most ships but not all.

NSFW

I am more willing to write NSFW for pairings I actively ship.

Unhappy Endings

Original Characters / OCs

Personal Headcanons (Gender, Sexuality, Disabilities, Etc.)

If I feel I cannot properly portray a headcanon, I may not include it in the story.

What I Don’t Write:

Suicide / Self Harm

Alcohol / Drug Addiction 

Social / Party Scenes = Okay

Physical / Emotional / Mental Abuse

Some ships may be denied based on my comfort level or personal preference.

Fandoms:

If a series you like is not on this list, ask about it. I may be willing to write it if I’m familiar with it.

Bleach

Haikyuu!!

Yuuri!! On Ice

Run With the Wind

BNHA

Supernatural

Fairy Tail

Voltron

Kuroko no Basket

Want to support me without a comm? Buy me a Ko-Fi!

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Uuuuuuuuuh HI

Okay so I'm a little embarrassed ( a lot, I'm a lot embarrassed) but 7m I'm a beta testers, one of yours I mean, and I 2ss wondering how if I want to be a patroner(?) How would it work? Er like since I'm already beta testing the alpha build will I still get access to it or any of the rest of the stuff??

I know this sounds confusing so I'm sorry about this

Hey! No need to be embarrassed. But I totally understand. Please feel to message me privately here or on Discord if you want to talk further. I’m happy to listen to any concerns or answer questions. Or feel free to submit another ask if you prefer to stay anonymous.

As a note, I have Patreon paused right now because I don’t have to time create extra content at the moment and don’t want anyone getting charged. I’m really focused and motivated on chapter 2 and the demos for my other games.

All of that said, as a beta tester, you will get access to the beta build to test out chapter 2 before the release. If my Patreon was active, you would have to be subscribed to get access to the short stories, lore posts, polls, etc as it’s only available to Patrons. You can be a beta tester and a Patreon if you want, but that’s really up to you. If you’re just interested in the game, the beta testing is probably fine since it’s free in exchange for feedback.

After I have updated the demo based on beta tester feedback, I will release the new demo with chapter 2 to those who are on Patreon, even though it’s paused, since they offered me support for many months. I want to make sure it’s polished first. After about a week, I will release to the public.

Let me know if I need to clarify anything.

[dustified]

ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ!

name: Dust pronouns:  he/they preference of communication: discord for sure most active muse: that...depends. loudest right now is richie tozier, most written on this blog is probably heidi at the moment?, and then my muse with the most threads is tweek over here. experience/how many years: i've been roleplaying since like age 12 over paper notes with my middle school friends (for reference, i'm now 26), but i've only been online for about 10 years, and only on tumblr since about 2015 best experience: overall? okay look. the homestuck fandom is cringe as hell, i get it. but the tumblr homestuck rpc has, from my point of view, been nothing but open minded and respectful rp pet peeves: disregarding triggers/trigger warnings/rules, force shipping, and on the flip side, blatant ship hate (especially if it's IN the ship tag...) fluff, angst, or smut: everything i touch turns to angst /hj. nah but all of the above, though i'm a million times more comfortable writing smut in the privacy of discord dms/private servers plots or memes: i'm the worst at plotting, but i definitely try to when i can. memes are always always always a great go-to though!! long or short replies: it reeeeally depends on how i feel on a given day. short one liner type replies usually only last a day or two with me but they get answered quickly, anything longer than a couple sentences tend to take me longer to reply to but unless i lose muse for them they last for longer best time to write: whenever my audhd riddled brain lets me are you like your muses: in reference to the canon muses -- in some ways, yes, in other ways, no. i tend to pick up canon muses i identify with in some way shape or form, it's easier for me to write them that way. as far as original muses go -- samesies, yes and no; of course they all have little bits of myself, facets of my personality or who i want to be or used to want to be, but they're never outright me lolol

ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ: @lxvefrxmthextherside (via tweek's blog) ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ: @takeflight @madeofstxrs @multibg if yall wanna :p

[xxxlovedandlostxxx]

💜

re-sin-memository

Send in 💜 for Mod to fill out survey for their muse yours:

(multimusers specify)

(Bold for preferences, italics for okay/unsure, and strike out for No.)

MY MUSE(S): 

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

SETTING/STORY : our rp verse | my rp verse | your rp verse | new idea  | alternate universe idea  | other idea

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS? yes | no | depends on the relationship (already very much so)

POSSIBLE RELATIONSHIPS: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate |  adopted relative (kink) | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | frenemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | captor - captive (dark) | manipulator - manipulated (dark) | star-crossed | first meeting | enemies with benefits | sex-work/ client - worker | beast/ predator - prey (extreme/dark) | mates | soulmates (literal or figurative) | betrothed | master - servant (kink or literal, specify) | other- Dom/sub relations ( specify) | other work relations (specify) | other companionship relations (specify) | other relations of chance (specify) | other relations of need (specify) | other romantic relations (specify)  | other dubcon relations (specify, privately IM) | other noncon relations (specify, privately IM) |  other (specify)

GENERAL: Comfort sex | Shower Sex | Make Up Sex | Missionary | Doggy Style | First Time Together | Other standard positions. (specify)

KINK: Full BDSM Session || Bondage | Discipline | Make Up Sex| Master/slave(servant) | Pet play | Mama-Daddy/Brat Dynamic | BDSM Elements (specify)? | Bedroom Roleplay | Spanking | Cum inflation | Double/ Multi Penetration | Breast play | Pegging | Group sex | Wax play | Voyeurism | Dirty Talk | Voyeurism | Cross Dressing for Bedroom Play | Lapdance | Striptease | Gang Bang | Oral Play | Public Sex | Pregnancy Sex | Hot Dogging | Body Worship (specify if want) | Lactation | Other sex toys (specify)

EXTREME: Monster Kink ( specify) | Breeding kink |  Supernatural Elements | Hate Sex 

DARK SIN: Dubcon Stuff: Hypnotism, Extortion, Competition, Public Use, Other (specify, privately IM?) | Noncon Stuff: (specify, privately IM). Weird: Beast, Alien, Weird-Science, Supernatural, Other (Specify, private or not)

(see below for explanations to * terms)

I’M IN THE MOOD FOR: spicy fluff | kink | extreme | *dark sin | romance | one-shot rp's | part of story rp's | hurt to comfort | erotica (plotted smut) | dark sin erotica | kinky/extreme erotica | light (unplotted) smut | light spicy fluff | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted any | unplotted any | other | Tumblr | discord | any platform

FEEL FREE TO: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

*dark sin- nsft that darker elements like horror or dubcon or creepy themes.

@untamedlobo

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RULES.

i have no password for this or any of my blogs, however i will send in passwords or like posts to show proof i have read your rules if you require it.

my rules are nonnegotiable, and i expect people to follow them. but i won’t make a big deal out of anyone accidentally breaking them, especially for smaller issues!

GENERAL.

>>Discrimination. I will not tolerate any kinds of LGBTQ+phobia, hatespeech against religion, racism, or anything else similar. RESPECTFUL discussions of these topics are okay, and will be trigger tagged appropriately if they occur.

>>Content Warnings. Topics of death, gore, mental health issues, violence and other similar themes will appear on this blog. All will be tagged appropriately. Suggestive content may also appear, but explicit sexual content will not appear on this blog, I have a sideblog for that which, if you are an adult, I will DM the url to you if requested. Anything of that nature will either be faded to black, or moved to that sideblog.

>>Trigger Tagging. I tag things as ‘x tw’, for example, ‘gore tw’. I do not require anything to be tagged for myself, but if you have something, please let me know!

>>Who I Will Follow. I will most likely follow if you have a rules page and muse page listed (with exception for canons that I already know well). I will not follow personals, but you are welcome to follow and send in asks, but please do NOT reblog my posts. I will not follow you if you regularly vaguepost about people.

>>Drama. I do not want to be involved in any drama. Do not drag me or my mutuals into it, if you have an issue with me, please DM me privately, I will do the same if I have an issue with anything you do.

>>Discord. I will give out my Discord if requested! I’m happy to write there or talk there OOC if you would prefer.

ROLEPLAY.

>>Standard Stuff. Don’t act like your muse is invincible, don’t take control of my muses unless it’s small (e.g. moving chars to a different location) or you have gotten permission, don’t take meta knowledge and act like your character would know it when they shouldn’t, etc. General etiquette stuff. My muses are NOT me, just as I am not my muses, I do not share the same beliefs as my muses, don’t take it personally if my muse if mean to yours.

>>Shipping. All of my muses are available to ship with, so long as you respect their sexualities, preferences and relationships that already exist. I also prefer to discuss shipping beforehand, at least a little to see if our muses would be compatible or have an interesting dynamic.

>>Exclusivity. I do not practice ship exclusivity. However, I may have mains.

>>Formatting & Style. I prefer to use smalltext when writing posts, but I will generally match whatever you do. I will also use italics and bolding. I write in third person, present tense, and will not change this unless it is a big issue, I don’t mind what you write so long as it is understandable to me.

>>AUs. I love AUs, I have so many of them, and will absolutely be happy to talk about any ideas that you have.

>>Crossovers. I am also happy to write crossovers, so long as I know the source material that your muse is from, or you can explain it to me.

>>Asks & Magic Anons. My askbox is always open, and I will accept asks from ask memes regardless of how old they are (unless you’ve specifically clicked onto an ask I have answered and I’ve said I don’t want any more of those). However I may periodically clean out my askbox so things don’t pile up. I will also accept magic anons, though I reserve the right to reject any effects I don’t want to happen.

[blazingsaddle]

PORTRAYAL NOTE

My Johnny is a weird mix: not only did he perform in the circus, he also performed in rodeos and knows how to ride horses as well as motorcycles. Though grim, he tries to maintain an optimistic outlook on life - even with being under Mephisto's thumb.

SHIPPING STATUS

Johnny is bisexual & multi-ship!

WRITER

Vik, they/he, 21+, EST. Your neighborhood chronically ill & disabled writer.

GOLDEN RULE

Be courteous! Do not reblog things except threads you are involved in or things I have made for you from me. All other things are to be reblogged from the source. It messes up my notifications. No godmodding, metagaming, knowing of Johnny being Ghost Rider unless permission is given by me - we can figure out plot points or et cetera for this, but it must be done with MY CONSENT. Failure to do this, and automatically assume that it is okay, will constitute a hardblock.

EXPLICIT CONTENT

All content of this nature will be tagged with "nsft cw" (less explicit content will be tagged as "suggestive cw") as Clark enjoys and engages in this content when the opportunity arises. He and I are both over 21, and because of this, I will only write with those who are of age and over: 18+.

TRIGGERING THEMES

Demonic, supernatural, & religious imagery will be present. As will heavy violence and mentions of the Devil.

THE REPLY CLAUSE

I’m taking a long time to reply — ic or in ims/on discord — because I have health issues, including (but not limited to; these are all diagnosed) chronic fatigue, PCOS, endometriosis, osteoarthritis, sleep apnea, OCD, C-PTSD, depression, anxiety, and I have a bad leg. I am a proud cripple + take my time to write, especially on low energy days. This does not mean that my interest in our stuff has waned! I am simply too low energy to interact with anyone. I also have a busy life full of chores (I help my dad out as a caregiver and also do household duties and feed chickens and garden) and work, on top of my health conditions. I also want the writing I post to be of high quality.

I do apologize for your wait. Especially since my health has declined.

WRITING LENGTH & FORMAT & STYLE

I am a novella roleplayer. The longer, the better. I do make attempts to match length, and can write shorter if you do not like longer things. The tense I prefer to write in is present; I have a special-looking first line, and italicize for emphasis.

I am not a stickler for grammar (I took linguistics and know that "proper" grammar is really a myth), but please use proper punctuation if able. It really triggers my OCD, and I cannot go back and edit your reply to have proper punctuation on my blog. An occasional error or so is fine; I simply ask that it is not the norm. I am also okay to help assist with these in case someone wishes to write with me but struggles with punctuation. I also attempt to not fix typos if I see them, as a way to work on myself.

MEMES

I encourage you to continue any asks or memes I send/answer. Though memes are not the priority for interaction for me, I encourage you to send them, and I will respond to them when I can. I vastly prefer plotting.

STARTING OR ENDING THE WRITING RELATIONSHIP

If you are keen on having a writing relationship with me, I would prefer you and I have each other's Discord information. Please hardblock me if you wish to stop writing with me. Do not softblock, as I will assume it is a tumblr error and ask if everything is okay. Hardblocking ensures that there are no questions asked, no inquiring: I do want you to keep your space safe.

I will only softblock you if I do not wish to write with you, before contacting you or forming a writing relationship. I will also unfollow if you do not follow me back within a set amount of time, as I am mutuals only.

BLOG IDENTIFIERS

Private, mutuals only, highly selective, oc + multi muse + au friendly, & independent.

PERSONALS

Please do not follow or interact with this blog unless you have an rp sideblog.

Reading my threads is fine, you are welcome to consume this content! But do not follow or like or reblog my posts. You are welcome to ask my thoughts about headcanons, or send me inquisitive asks. I will not roleplay with you, however.

[dbh-bb]

Detroit Become Human Reverse Big Bang 2024 Schedule and Rules

D:BH Reverse Big Bang 2024 Schedule 08 April (Mon): Signups open 29 April (Mon): Signups close for ARTISTS 19 May (Sun): Signups close for ALL 01 June (Sat): Artist Concept arts & notes due 08-15 June: CLAIMS 16-22 June: Moderators match people 23 June: Matches go out PRIVATELY 30 June: MATCHES BECOME PUBLIC July, August, September: Creation time 15 Sept (Sun): Posting begins 30 Sept (Mon): Posting ends, event over, celebration!

RULES AND GUIDELINES

FOR ARTISTS

For the purposes of this event, we are assuming art includes digital art, traditional physical art (that can be photographed and shared), manipulations, or fanvids.

We are happy to consider other kinds of art -- ask the mods via discord or tumblr.

With each art, you will be able to share some thoughts on your idea, as well as things you are open to and things you aren’t open to.

Each artist is expected to complete one quality work per idea. We have shared advice on what this means and are willing to answer any questions you might have.

Keep art snippets and previews in the artists' section until matches go public.

Art should be a new enough concept that hasn’t been thoroughly discussed or partially shared elsewhere.

Art that is NSFW, or involves the AO3 Big Four or other heavy / hardcore topics is allowed, but do keep in mind that this is a community event; the more extreme your work, the harder it might be to find an enthusiastic writer.

We encourage artists to share a SFW art concept for claims, but will include a space in signups where you can tell writers if you plan to also draw NSFW content for your idea. However, this isn’t required; if your concept is entirely NSFW, that’s okay too.

Alternate Universe (AU) works are absolutely allowed.

Crossover works will be allowed if DBH is the main focus canon and DBH characters are the main focus — but do keep in mind there is no guarantee any writers will know, or be willing to handle, your secondary canon. Your mods personally recommend avoiding crossover fanart for this event.

We can only guarantee one piece of fiction per artwork. However, if the numbers work out, writers may be allowed to pick up additional work, like last year. Writers will not be required to work with each other, so you may receive different, unrelated fics for the same art. Isn’t life neat?

FOR WRITERS

Minimum wordcount for this event is 10K.

While you can go nuts with wordcount above 10K, we heartily encourage writers to finish their story within the event timeline.

If you decide to write for more than one piece of art, we strongly encourage you to attempt, for example, two 10K-15K pieces. Longer multichapter stories are still allowed, but based on the completion rate of last year’s bang, we are encouraging authors to limit their scope appropriately if picking up multiple works.

Work needs to be a new story that hasn't been thoroughly discussed or partially published elsewhere.

We expect your fanfic to work with the art you claim and, in general, with the preferences your artist has expressed.

We expect you to appropriately tag your work and any shared snippets.

Keep writing snippets in the writers' section until matches go public.

We encourage you to use a beta and will help you find one if necessary.

Alternate Universe (AU) works are absolutely allowed, if they work with the art you’ve claimed.

[plutosdumps]

DISCORD WEBHOOKS TUTORIAL

okay so the first thing you wanna do is go to settings & go to tumblr labs

then once you're here, click 'enable tumblr labs' so it's on, then scroll all the way down & turn on 'tumblr to discord webhooks'

then go to your blog settings (you might need to refresh) scroll down & you'll see an area like this

now go to discord, if you don't already have a private/personal server for yourself - you'll need to set one up for this (unless you have a friend that won't mind this lol). you don't technically have to make a category just for webhooks, but i do recommend as it makes it easier. & then make a channel with whatever you wanna call this, if you just wanna do your url or whatever you prefer (i just do my urls but you can lit do anything as long as you know what blog it's for)

then go to server settings, then to integrations, then to webhooks & click 'create webhook'

once you've clicked 'create webhook' you'll have a screen like this, call the webhook whatever you'd like - if you want it to have the same name as the channel or whatever. set the channel to the channel you created, slap an icon on it if you'd like, & then click 'copy webhook url' & then save changes

now go back to tumblr, to that area under blog settings. paste the url you copied into the spot that says 'webhook url from discord' & toggle the notifications however you'd like. i recommend the way i have it here as that's what i use & it's what's best for getting all notifications (though i WILL tell you that it does not give notifs for answered asks if people answer them through tumblr's regular ask system & don't tag you)

& then there you have it! that'll all save & you'll get all your notifs straight to discord into the channel you created/chose & they'll look like this!

[paperuniverse]

i feel this fandom is small enough for anyone to see vague posts lmao. i try not to but i can be bitchy about the ones i deeply dislike, otherwise i keep my mouth shut [sorry last ask, no need to answer any]

Tumblr notify me of asks challenge.

Yeah I'm not against bitching about shitty people in fandom cause like you're being shitty you can handle people being like 'bro what' but for harmless things like headcanons or prompts made by moots or friends then like.... try talking to that person privately or bitch about it in a private discord where they aren't lol. Like this isn't a private chat, your posts are public, I or anyone else you're talking about will probably see them.

And like this keeps fucking happening. Last month someone I talk to often on Discord and consider a friend made a vague post because I made shortly after I made a post about preferring bottom Germany. Basically claiming I (and others with similar headcanons) were trying to be "woke". Like no I'm just playing in my sandbox differently than you, calm down.

Before that it was someone I followed and who often came into my notes complaining about me seeing Canada having a good relationship with England. And when an anon told them to let people enjoy things they said 'I'm not in their inboxes'. Okay cool but you should know I'd see it.

And again I'm not saying you can't bitch, I'd be being a hypocrite, but again maybe don't do it about the person if there's a good chance they'll see it and it'll hurt their feelings. Get a friend you can go to and bitch about it privately.

[grellestie]

FAQ

Okay so! Here's some questions I think I'd get/have gotten that I can just answer here.

What's your name?

I'm Jo! you can call me Grellestie if you want though. Either or works for me!

What are your pronouns? What do you prefer to be called?

They/It/Abyss!

I prefer to be called my name!

Who can or can't interact?

Just about anyone! No ManGrellers (aka the illiterate fans </3) or S3baci3l shippers. Go to jail. Literally.

No TERFs or anyone like that. I like sane people here <3

Oh and no exclusionists. I really don't care and I don't get why you people care about what other people do especially if it doesn't harm anyone actively. People are dying, Kim.

AND any fans of Vivziepop material who aren't critical of it. Please and thank you

How old are you?

I'm 20 and aging. rapidly. god save me.

Socials?

grellestie on Ao3 but I'll usually post snippets of what I write when I get shtuff done.

cupojo on VRChat!

And here! duh. My main is @a-delish-cupofjo so if you see stuff from that account, it me!!

AND, if you're 18+, you can follow me on Newgrounds where I post. Things ;) (The account is grellestieR) and PLEASE only follow if you're an adult!

Can I DM you on Discord?

Geez, ask me to dinner first. (joke)

I only give out my Discord to hot people people I know well so dm me on here a little more and then I'll probably give it out to ya! I don't answer random DMs a lot of the time.

Hey! I saw one of your edits/art on Twitter/Instagram/etc.!

I only post my Black Butler things here so if you see it elsewhere it is most likely stolen. Please do let me know though! Dunno what I'll do about it beside just whine about it lol but it's good to know anyway!

T.O.U

Do NOT repost my art or edits without proper credit or a link back to the original post!

Do NOT crop out my watermark! I worked hard on it :(

Do NOT claim my work as your own.

Do NOT edit my work without my permission! I'll likely say yes to it! BUT not to editing out my watermark.

You CAN use my art for icons, playlist covers, etc. anywhere as long as you credit me or link back to the original post (Whatever's clever). Again, just don't claim it as your own.

You CAN also use my art for any private roleplay your small heart desires! I do not care about credit in this context because what you do in a private roleplay server is between you, the other roleplayers, and God. NOT ME!

HOWEVER, if it's a public roleplay (i.e. on Tumblr or somewhere akin to that), DO credit me!

Lastly,

I do NOT consent to my art being used for any AI datasets. While I do think it's cool, I am not interested.

grelle gifs below <3

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i dont know what to put here so take my collection of uehara as grelle gifs that i took from here at one point in time <3