#our starling darling

[kai-atlantis]

Artemis on May 4th ✨️

& Artemis today, May 18th 🥹

[crypt-keepers-den]

I need more of Astarion and his little spawns- You don't understand how much I fucking loved that fic, PLEASE WE NEED MORE DADDY STARION 😭😭😭

I DIED BUT NOW IM BACK ENJOY!

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Astarion never claimed he'd be a good father, but as soon as your little ones arrived into the world he sure was the proudest. When Lyra, your oldest had been born he fainted (can vampires faint idk), and when you announced your pregnancy with your youngest, Caspian, he was elated and told anyone who'd listen that his darling was blessing him with a second child.

when your oldest was born he was too frightened to hold her, in fear that he'd hurt her, but after a long talk from you (and a stern talking from halsin who'd offered to help you deliver naturally) he did hold her, frozen in place however as he did so. "she's perfect my darling" soft silvery tears cascading down his pale cheeks as the new-born yawns, when your youngest was born, he was prepared this time, holding your hand with confidence as you brought a new life into the world, bringing your 1yr old daughter into the bedroom to meet her baby brother, the elf had a grin etched on his face.

becoming a parent is one thing, but a parent to a dhampir baby is another, when lyra started teething you found out the harsh way. One evening you had lifted the infant to breastfeed her, settling back down on the couch with the infant nestled to your chest as she contently latched, your adoring husband sitting next to you a book in hand, his free hand stroking the top of his daughter's head. "star, read that page again i was too focused on lyra" he nods starting again until he heard a sudden yelp from you, "my love whatever's wrong?" he watches you exam the giggling baby's mouth "holy Avernus, star she's got fangs!" his eyes widened at your discovering as he leans over to see what your talking about, your holding the drooling baby's mouth open to allow him to see the two little white points that had pierced through lyra's gum. His eyes widen now understanding what had happened causing him to laugh, earning him a rough slap to the shoulder and a stern glare. safe to say you switched from breastfeeding to bottle and continued to do so with your second born (not that it helped but it saved your poor breasts from being gummed on by your children atleast).

Astarion prided himself in his inability to say 'no' to his children, "papa can i has?" caspian stares up at his father with the same puppy dog eyes you use on him, "caspian no treats before dinner!" you'd call out, the little boy would then pout before looking back up at his daddy, "papa a'peas", oh dear your son has him in the palm of his chubby little hands, astarion cant remember his childhood anymore, nothing but faint smells of what he assumes is his mother's perfume, but he does remember having nothing when he was under cazadors control. And he had made a promise at each child's birth, they'd never suffer like he had and they'd want for nothing. in this scenario its astarion sneaking your son a cookie before dinner, the pair hiding under the kitchen table laughing "our little secret little starling" , "you two know i can see you right?" "quick run!". with choas ensueing as you chastise the pair for ruining their appetite for dinner.

"lyra please stopping scaring your brother with your bat form!", the first time your daughter had found out she could shift scared you shitless, toddler lyra suddenly poofing into a bat mid hiccup causing you and astarion to jump out of your skin, not knowing how to get lyra to turn back until she hiccups again poofing back and landing in a panicked astarion's arms while giggling at her parents panicked faces. Since then astarion had taught her how to use it properly, however she had a terrible habit of scaring her little brother with it, startling the tot causing him to wail and run to the nearest parent crying "a bwat!, a mama! a papa! noo!" earning lyra a scolding, you and astarion made her promise to not use her abilities in the cottage and not infront of her brother, not until he was a little older anyway.

(hey! im back with some dadstarion stuff! how are we all liking this? i could go on forever about dadstarion scenarios, what would you like to see?)

[kararisa]

darling, starling

— 23. neon escape — ✦ (wc: 0.7k)

You first found this little spot at the end of your senior year.

The untamed greenery yields with a satisfying crunch as you dismount from Scaramouche’s motorcycle. A cool breeze brushes against your face as you eventually arrive at a clearing that overlooks the Inazuman cityscape. Towering skyscrapers command the horizon, windows reflecting the vibrant neon lights that litter the urban skyline. The air here is alive with the hum of insects, replacing the commotion of the city you’ve grown used to.

This view hasn’t changed at all, but you can’t say the same for yourself. Or for the person you’re with.

“You know,” Scaramouche starts, leaning against the railing. “You didn’t need to drag me all the way out here just to ask me how I’m doing.”

You give him an unimpressed look. “I didn’t drag you anywhere, thank you. I wanted to go here and you happily agreed.” A white lie. Both of you knew that.

Your gaze sweeps across the breathtaking view from the elevated terrace, catching the glimmer of city lights and distant stars. “Besides, I know you like this spot.”

It’s been a year since the two of you last stepped here. A year since Scaramouche returned to Inazuma.

A year since you asked him to live with you.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess." The words don't feel like a sufficient apology. Even before your deal, he’s been subjected to tabloid gossip and rumors just by being your friend. Now he’s being bombarded by the press more than ever.

Scaramouche scoffs, "Don't be stupid. I was the one who proposed the deal in the first place."

“We could end it early,” you start. “I mean our projects are guaranteed to be published. The two of us could even gain a bit of clout if we time it right.”

“I get that you’re concerned about my safety, but I know how to hide.” he rebuts. To be fair, he does have a point. He and his sister did grow up in the public eye because of who their mothers are. Well-respected journalist Yae Miko and multi-award-winning actress Raiden Ei. Who doesn’t know their names in this industry?

It’s been a while since Scaramouche last spoke with them. Their relationship never really went back to normal after what happened with his aunt.

It was all over the news when it happened. Actress Raiden Makoto dies in fatal car crash — her sister, her nephew, and her niece sustain minor injuries. It made headlines for a month before the world moved on.

You know this. It’s why he hates being in cars, after all.

After a minute of silence, Scaramouche breaks the silence with a voice laced with both determination and a hint of resignation..

“Once our deal is over and everyone mourns the death of our relationship, I’ll move back to Sumeru and we can stay on friendly terms. It’s the best-case scenario for us.”

“That won’t be necessary. But you being harassed on the daily was never a part of the deal.” Liar. You knew from the beginning that this torment would be a part of his life again if he accepted. You even went as far as to warn him.

And yet he chooses to stay with you, even if it’s only because of your deal. Why?

It’s likely due to the potential backlash he’ll receive if the two of you were to break up. You’re not blind to the hate the two of you get on a daily basis. But is this really easier?

“Me going back to Sumeru after all of this is said and done is for the best, and you know it. Rumors would just stir up if the two of us still lived together after we split up.

“And I don’t care about the harassment. I knew what I was getting into when I made that deal with you. I’m not stupid,” he turns to face you, his indigo-blue eyes reflecting fragments of the night sky. “And neither are you. So stop thinking you can get rid of me that easily.”

His words are laced with a gentleness you’re unused to. Here he is, saying he’ll leave while saying he’ll stay with you. What the hell is his problem?

But whether you like it or not, he’s here with you for the time being. And damn it, you’ll cling to every last second with him if it’s the last thing you’ll do.

✧— previous — masterlist — next —✧

summary: being the world-famous singer-songwriter "zenith", the limelight has been on you ever since the start of your career. however, the media becomes relentless when leaks of music you never meant to release begin to circulate. your friend scaramouche, meanwhile, seems to have gotten stuck while writing his second book. with a deadline fast approaching, he comes to you with a deal: act as if you're dating him so he can gather reference material and, in turn, he'll help keep the press' eyes off of your leaks until you release your next album. a win-win in your book, so why not help a friend out?

author's notes:

it's been a while ^^ hope you're all doing well

will try to update more consistently but no promises

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[lgbtqreads]

Hi, I recently read Alison Rumfitt's book Tell me I'm Worthless and I loved it so I requested her other book brainwyrms from my local library. But i was wondering if there are any other trans or lesbian horror books.

Sure are! If you like her stuff, check out Gretchen Felker-Martin's as well - Manhunt and Cuckoo, and there's also The Woods All Black by Lee Mandelo - trans horror but with a male protag (and historical). A little further away, Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White and Old Wounds by Logan Kisner are YA trans horror. And in lesbian, check out My Darling Dreadful Thing by Johanna Van Veen, The Wicked and the Willing by Lianyu Tan, We Ate the Dark by Mallory Pearson, Yellow Jessamine by Caitlin Starling, and Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield.

[rotting-ink]

Soooo, which of our lovely LIs have a breeding kink? And who woupd be happy with having a kid with you later down the line, either biological or adopted?

L. Rawlins- They have a huge breeding kink, regardless if you can even get pregnant or can impregnate them. They do want more kids, so adopt or fuck away.

S Della Rovere- They're unable to have kids but they're down to adopt. Especially since they know they're going to be the fun parent no matter what.

Z Chambers- Nope nope nope. They're dead, even if you adopt, they don't feel great about the parameters about being able to see an undead. Nope.

V De Winters- They seem a bit squeamish about it. Don't think that they'll be a good parent at all. Would have to persuade them a lot but would end up being a kind parent. But jesus christ, it would also fuck them up a bit and they'd have to get therapy.

Seir- Please please please please please please its time for demon spawn in you, they can impregnate or get pregnant, no matter either of you two's gender. Please, please, let them have little spawnlings around, my GOD.

Saleos- Does muse that they would need some sort of heir. Then a spare. Then a pair. Then many more to bear :> Same deal as Seir, regardless of your or their gender, they're able to get you or themselves pregnant.

Starling Knight- Drops everything when you bring it up. Mentions that they would be too busy at all to help. That's a lie. Best parent on the list probably. Also, free doctor trips. They might not like kids, but they'll like their own.

A Lancaster-Would eagerly agree, but only when time with the Hunters wind down. Easily best parent right after Starling. Active, happy, dependable but also stern.

E Rawlins- They'd be doubtful. They enjoy the act of making kids, but unsure about how they'd deal with it, sharing you with someone else, even if it's their own kid. Hit them with a rolled up newspaper. They're a good parent, even if reckless and uncaring about things like... Making your kid be a nice person. They always say to bite your problems.

Quincy Beaumont- .... Yeah, probably not. They don't really like kids, and they get hung up on the thought of parenting a toddler even if you point out that part doesn't last forever. Also, darling, they're a star! They wouldn't want to give up touring and singing in the opera! Would need to be a long, hard discussion.

D Woolf- Has a melt down. Firmly doesn't believe that they'll be able to be a good parent at all. Please hold them. Would need a long talk about it and many affirmations but would be a gentle parent.

[mosneakers]

Hey darlings! Since I don't have any more Halloween treats planned this year, I just want to take you with me for a moment, as we reflect on probably one of my most ambitious projects to date; the Rocky Horror Picture Show homage the characters of My Darling 4 put on 🥺💖 It was well over 30 renders consisting of both stills,animations, gifs and videos. And of course the last finale post, which came an entire year later, the Rose Tint My World scene, which felt like making a whole new movie all on it's own. I definitely caused myself some burn-out but I think the end result was well worth it! During this time I got to connect with some lovely souls who reached out, sharing their experiences with me about RHPS and living in the era where annual RHPS showings were a common tradition, and just stories I probably wouldn't have heard had I not taken this on. I got to geek out with fellow simmers who shared our passion for the movie (for example, @whyhellosims who SLAYED her take on it with her OC Felix!) It was so fun and exciting to put the MD4 characters in situations they'd normally never be in (Coni and Brick? I'm sorry??? Tycho and Morgyn in bed sharing a steamy kiss? I'm SORRY? STARLING WORKING A MINIMUM WAGE JOB? SHUT. UP.) I look back on this project so fondly, I feel like each of the characters matched RHPS so well, it just felt like fate ❤ Thank you all who showed so much love during that time, it definitely kept me fueled!

Check out the whole series here 💋

[sebsxphia]

Seb my love, have you seen water rises or the starling girl? Ik you're UK too and as a lew fan I'm STRUGGLING

yes! our darling @lewmagoo has a post containing all of lew’s filmography with links here! this is how i watched them both 🥹 enjoy, my love and i hope it works for you too! 💗🫶🏻

[letthegoodtimesgull]

[THE FOOL] - Do you consider them naive, or disconnected from the world aronud them? If so, what do they need to step back and reflect on to get them "in the zone"?

Jumping  up  from�� his  comfy  laid  back  position,  his  eyes  narrow  tightly,"Now  hang  on  a  damn  minute  here!  Naive....disconnected?!  Damn,  who  have  ya  been  talking  too,  cause  that  sounds  a  lot  like,"  he  pauses,"A  lot  of  people."  Gull  let's  out  a  low  whistle  before  clicking  his  tongue.  "Let  me  guess  it  was  Maggie  (Magpie)  right?  Always  ruffling  my  tail  feathers!"  He  points,"No,  no,  no  actually  that  something  that  would  leave  the  pretty  little  mouth  of  Kesty  (Kestrel)."  Scratching  his  head  as  he  thinks  a  little  further,"Heck  it  might  be  something  Ospy  would  say  too.  Though  not  say,  say  like  she  does  this  kinda  look  with  her  eyes,"  for  a  moment  he  tries  to  immediate  her  glare,  failing  comically  and  miserably  of  course,"I  dunno,  I  can't  do  it  for  shit.  But  under  that  glare,  I  know  she  bloody  adores  me!"  He  slaps  his  knee  knowing  he  was  very  much  right.

"Yet,  wouldn't  be  surprising  if  it  was...now  what  was  that  phrasing,"  Gull  pauses  wracking  his  brain  for  the  moment,"an  astute  observation  from  Dovey  -  now  maybe  from  her  I  could  not  saying  I  would  accept  it."  Clicking  his  tongue  on  the  roof  of  his  mouth,"Doubt  that,  Pidgey  would  say  something  but  to  be  honest  I  might  not  have  been  listening."  Slapping  a  hand  on  his  knee,  as  he  gets  up  pointing,"But  never  in  a  million  waves  or  sand  dollars  would  my  very  bestie  Starling-Darling  would  say  something  like  that.  No  god  damn  way.  Like  sure,  Starling  the  brains  and  the  beauty  of  our  little  operation  but  I'm  the  one  who  gives  her  the  motives  to  think  for  leaping  my  ass  into  action.  But  never  once  would  she  say  something  like  this."  Gull  confesses  as  he  points  his  finger."I  may  act  dumb  but  I  ain't  stupid."

Gull  let  out  a  low  chuckles,"Sorry  you  thought  I  was  being  serious?  Damn  my  serious  impression  must  be  getting  good,  think  I'd  work  when  Hoatzin  gives  me  a  lecture  on  responsibility  ,"  he  pauses  as  a  wave  of  nausea  over  comes  him,  clutching  his  stomach,  "Sorry  that  word  make  me  a  little  queasy-uneasy,"  Tides  shakes  his  head  side  to  side,  as  his  lope  sided  smile  swept  his  face,"It'll  take  more  than  a  word  to  knock  my  fine  ass  down!"

Yawning  lightly,  as  he  tucks  his  hands  behind  his  head,"An  to  answer  ya  question.  Nah  I  ain't  naive  or  disconnected.  You  could  say  I'm  the  most  damn  connected!  Not  that  I  could  tell  ya  why,  hell  if  I  know.  But  what  I  do  know  is  act  now,  think  later.  Shits  gonna  happen  no  matter  what  way  ya  slice  it  and  dice  it.  May  as  well  do  what  ya  want  in  it  right?"

[roughribo]

Your Storm

you are tempest

but timid,

puddling

on my chest.

don't shy away little bird

and duck your head.

you're going to feel for me—

[relax my little starling]

going to feel a little bit of pressure

and you're going to fluster faster

and suffer slower.

[did I stutter]

now eye the shoreline:

my beard meeting jawline

brushing past mid-thigh kisses

[exhale, but don't forget

to breathe this moment back in]

become lower torso

kisses headed towards

tightly held wrists

because

I am the storm

across your skin

helping you bend

to my every whim.

I am the primal

rumble of thunder

on the back of

your neck.

I am the lightning

crack of the whip

fiercely searing

near my strike.

I am the forces

of nature overwhelming

your senses

cupping your essence

keeping you off-balance

and on the precipice

I hold you

[steady now girl,

this is where you start to lose yourself]

and mold you;

sculpting

your chaos into calm

is my purpose.

[you're so pretty because

you're my prey]

flood your

cerebellum, serotonin

is ruthless when

it's my resolve edging you

unmoored.

when I'm in pursuit of

occupying your

every. hitched.

breath.

raspy fury,

gasps operatic

like

monteverdi madrigals.

[let the waves wash over you darling]

I impose denial

on you,

indulge myself in selfish

euphoria,

let

these relentless endorphins

endorse this

passion engulfing your

attention

claw at me—

[I warned you

you'd lose yourself

to me]

I pry apart the cracks

in the beached logs,

—flushed flesh—

between your thoughts,

your thighs,

[you're going to feel

a prick of pleasure]

split the driftwood wide, make

you buoyant, gaped,

adrift awake

—dilated, oxygenated—

drift agape,

wrought iron-chained,

among the

flotsam

and tarnished ball

and chain and heavy

sensations of

powerlessness and entropy

will rot ire and

shame.

vanquished,

bawl and change deities.

—hooked, reeled in—

fingertip by fingertip

I loosen,

tease...

your grip on

your storm

your insecurities

our reality.

[tremble for me]

—everything rhymes

so sensational

feels pinpricks even

the taste of you like

pop rocks and static shock

rations are rational at

again this chaos is calming too

the pressure gives me life

with nothing makes sense

because it doesn't need to—

[hush]

stop. rise.

I am your storm

showing you the path to pleasure

is paved in vulnerability.

our world can swim, swirl,

whirl around us in uncertainty;

the quaking of earth

can be so thunderous

under us;

the drizzle can seem

like a deluge and clouds a prelude

to a downpour

out there;

but in here

I'm going

to set your body on fire.

leave my mark.

and you

are going to heel for me.

cleave to your heart.

look directly in my gaze.

I am the eye of your hurricane

and this is what it feels like to be safe,

sheltered by your storm.

[there, that wasn't so bad

now was it]

[sotiog]

✨ghost light✨

looking out through the crowd

front row seat in the pit

a swirling skirt twirls about

flesh flashes to the bit

-it’s mine.

darkened, like your eyes

my darling,

curtains drawn and a light

pierces the dust, a starling

-it’s us.

coquette, the bodies:

a hurricane of pirouettes-

the contrast that buries

these blurry silhouettes.

-it’s you.

the light stabs one

and everything stops.

can’t look away: it’s done;

skipped a beat and drops

-our hearts.

no applause, ‘just the two to stand

in a theatre full of echo

the two listens hand in hand

that bird song to bellow

to the end.

[enfyswanders]

Angelsey Island, Wales: July 26-28, 2024

After an initial misadventure getting to my hotel, I had an absolute blast in Angelsey, thanks to my fantastic friend and fellow Llewellyn author Kristoffer Hughes and his darling husband Ian, who coordinated a phenomenal experience.

What happened trying to get to the hotel, you ask? Well, here's the thing. The hotel website said it was "close to Holyhead Station." I checked the map and it said it was .9 miles away. Not too bad. Walkable if necessary, right? But I have heavy luggage and would really rather get a ride, so I planned to get a cab from the station.

Except...Holyhead is an Uber dead zone, as I discovered, with no cabs waiting at the station because it's so small, and the cab company a station employee told me to call had no availability to pick me up when I arrived. So I had to hoof it. And the walk took me about 45 minutes, because though it's .9 miles to drive, walking is a bit more circuitous.

And all that would've been okay, except that I discovered very early in the journey that my 45 pound suitcase wasn't rolling quite right. A quick inspection revealed why:

So, fuck. And another one of the wheels wasn't working well, either.

I tried flipping the suitcase around and dragging it on the better wheels, which was do-able but very awkward. I did eventually make it to the hotel, though, where I checked in, showered, then promptly went back out to walk 15 minutes back the direction I came from to buy another suitcase from a very weird department store that was just a bunch of kiosks in front of a warehouse. Wild.

After that adventure, I was picked up by Kristoffer and Ian, who took me out to dinner at the Sea Shanty Cafe with fellow Llewellyn authors Tiffany Lazic and Jhenah Telyndru and Tiffany's husband George. Both Tiffany and Jhenah were slated to present at the Goddess Conference, where I also presented the following week, so I got some good intel on the conference during dinner. The conversation flowed easily and I had some delicious seafood tagliatelle with steamed vegetables, and lemon crunch ice cream for dessert.

After dinner, Kristoffer and Ian took me to a 5500 year old stone burial mound across the street from my hotel. Neat! (Sorry, I did not get a photo.)

The next day was absolutely bombastic. Kristoffer and Ian picked me up again, and we did a grand tour of various holy ruins around Angelsey Island with fellow authors Mhara Starling, Moss Matthey, Brett Angelsey, and Lyndon and Clint, the hosts of the magickal postcast Shove It Up Your Awen.

The tour began at this unassuming pond across from an Air Force base, which has an interesting history you can read about on the signs below.

Another highlight was this amazing religious site, where the Angelsey Druid Order conducts rituals.

And, as a bonus, we visited Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, the longest town name in Europe.

Our final site visited was this life-size D&D map village ruin with lots of fun places to explore.

We went to a fish & chip shop for dinner, where I found out they were appropriating Minnesota culture, how DARE.

I came away from the experience grateful for new and deepened friendships with these fine folks, as well as a deep envy of the Angelsey Druid Order for getting to practice their tradition at so many phenomenal ancient holy spaces.

[batnbreakfast]

Hi everyone,

I know that I said I’d post a what-to-watch poll for our next Zoom, but my hay fever (originally autocorrected to: gay fever, and I wish that would be the case) has slowly been killing me during the last days and I have about zero energy right now.

So to keep things simple:

If you answer no, which is absolutely okay, you’ll have to comment with a (feasible) alternative. 😄

[kararisa]

darling, starling

— 16. wine-stained lips — ✦ (wc: 0.9k)

Dandelion wine is a delicacy in the heart of Mondstadt, renowned as not only the best-seller of the region’s finest Dawn Winery but also as Venti’s favorite wine. The golden-colored drink has a flavor similar to mead, adorned with a subtle undertone of honeyed sweetness. While you’ve had the pleasure of sharing a glass or two with friends, you’ve never downed a full bottle.

Though that notion certainly changed today.

It’s a scene you're familiar with: dimmed lights, faint music, you and Scaramouche on the couch, sipping on glass after glass of wine. You were talking to him about... something. Was it the wine or the concert? It was something stupid, you know that much, because Scaramouche simply sneered at your comment and drank more of his wine.

The first night Scaramouche graced Inazuma with his presence after years away was spent here in this very living room. You and your friends had downed glass after glass, catching up after an eventful dinner.

Now, nine months have passed since he came back. It’s just you and him here. All alone.

Not that it’s a bad thing, at least in your book. The conversation isn’t boring, being able to flow much more smoothly with the help of the wine. And the skinship isn’t half-bad either. His hand has been resting on your knee for a bit, and your side has been pressed close to his for however long the two of you have been seated on this sofa.

It’s just the two of you here. There isn’t a need to keep up appearances.

"So, Scaramouche," you make your hand into a fist like you're holding a microphone. "How does it feel to be dating the Zenith?" 

"No comment."

You pout, "The crowd's not gonna like that; you're not giving them anything to latch on to." 

"Then I say that it's none of their business."

After a moment, you shrug, "Better than nothing I guess."

The two of you were bound to be hounded by reporters eventually, so you've taken to shooting him question after question in the guise of a journalist looking for some juicy gossip. 

His answers could use some work, you could say that much. 

"Our sources say you were at Windborne's concert tonight. What can you say about their music?" you hold out your invisible mic.

"It was alright."

You're getting annoyed at his clipped responses. "Don't lie, you enjoyed their concert," you swirl your glass before taking a sip. "I saw you smiling when I was on stage." 

"Again, I was only there because of you," he retorts. "You perform really well when you're in front of a crowd. Like you belong there." 

You likely would have blushed even more if the wine hadn't run its course, "Stop trying to butter me up. You're already dating me."

“We’re not even dating. And I’m only telling the truth — you were born for the stage,” he murmurs the next part so softly that you almost miss it. ”I like seeing you perform.”

You choose not to acknowledge the fact that you heard that last sentence, opting instead to drain the remnants of your glass. Its nectarine sweetness gives you comfort, a fleeting refuge from the tension in the air. With your glass now empty, you slowly swiveled to face Scaramouche, your heart racing, and your senses on high alert.

He was already looking right at you, seemingly closer than he was just a moment ago. HIs usually neat hair was now disheveled, a subtle blush graced his cheeks, and gods were his eyes always this pretty?

You lean closer to him, purely to take a closer look at his pretty face and most definitely not for any other reasons. The red eyeliner he usually wears is smudged at the wing, his hand that was once on your knee is now resting on your arm. You're still holding your empty wine glass, spinning it in your fingers while Scaramouche inches impossibly closer. Is the warmth spreading across your body coming from where he's touching you or have you had just one glass too many?

Honesty, you can't bring yourself to care with the way he looks at you. Maybe that's the real source of the heat.

“It’s just you and me here,” you drag your fingertips across his collarbone, a teasing trail that lingers on his shoulder. “No need to get so close.”

“Give it a rest,” he mumbles, voice slurring slightly. “Like you said, it’s just us. So shut up.”

“Make me.”

He leans in closer, ever closer, and presses his wine-stained lips onto yours. Time still as your hand, which was once wrapped around your wine glass, lets it slip from your fingers. You hear a soft thud as it finds its place on your carpet, but your attention is somewhere else entirely.

His hands, soft and warm, find their way to your waist and pull you closer. The taste of wine and the scent of his cologne threaten to intoxicate you further.

You tilt your head, deepening the kiss. A soft, breathless sigh escapes you, and you feel one of his hands moving to the small of your back, sending shivers down your spine. You grip his shoulder tighter in an attempt to anchor yourself while the rapid beating of your own heart echoes in your ears.

Scaramouche breaks away from the kiss for a moment to catch his breath. And you see nothing but want and need and desire in his eyes. He kisses you over and over again, each one more desperate than the last.

It’s just the two of you here — you let the world fall away as you start to run your fingers through his hair, a soft groan escaping him as you do this. Nothing else could matter in this moment.

And you’d kiss him all night if he’d let you.

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[ficto-dante]

Howdy! Welcome!

It's been a while! So let me reintroduce myself and my partners!

I'm Dante! Or Virgil, I go by both. I'm a very queer transmasc disabled selfshipper. I take selfshipping a little more serious than is usual but I promise I'm rather nice.

My family:

Donald 'Ducky' Mallard, my darling husband! (NCIS) #quacky husband

Speed O' Sound Sonic, one of my boyfriends! (One Punch Man) #sonic but not the blue one

Grell Sutcliff, William T. Spears, Ronald Knox, and Othello; polycule partners! Grell is our girlfriend with Ronald and Othello also being bfs. (Black Butler) #my blood red reaper , #take care of your glasses , #death of the party , #franken nerd , and the overall polycule tag is #poly reaping

Tsuchigomori, another one of my boyfriends! (Toilet Bound Hanako-kun) #spider faced bf

Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes, once again one of my boyfriends! (Castlevania, especially the Netflix series) #blonde bastard

Alastor, we're committed platonic partners! (Hazbin Hotel) #my buck and his doe

Stolas, a recent addition to the boyfriend squad! (Helluva Boss) #stolas' starling

I also have a child: Sam from the movie Trick R' Treat. I choose to headcanon he is only in my care for one month of the year because of his existence as a spirit of Halloween. #my little pumpkin

And finally, we have a dog. His name is Cezar and he's from the Castlevania Netflix series. #undead family dog

I mostly write selfship fanfic but recently I've gotten into selfship fanart as well. If you would like to check out my selfship writing it's on my AO3 account Virgils_Inferno.

Many of my posts will be about my husband, Alastor, or my son.

Hope you have a nice time here and don't be afraid to send me an ask if you wish!

[juanpistrophe]

Hear you calling my name

Time stops, starling sorprise

Stars in my eyes rise

Greet from an old friend

Oh you look just the same

We are not sixteen anymore

Yesterday we were sophmore

Mouth wide open and lashes sparkling

How are you my darling

Hands on your face, couldn’t move

To stunned to speak you are

Thought I’d never see you again

Im so happy that’s not the case

Beaty Queen in work attire

When did the ball gown turn to satire

Ultra Femenine divine

Remember how we used to shine?

Maybe it’s a fault on the design

Of our timelines intertwined

We both moved on and you moved out

Got a ring, what’s that about?

We are 23 now, but we were teens back then

When did the sky twirl to the blackest shade

Skipping down the streets on the sunset

Wore a crown you remember I bet

Talk for hours about our future

Couldn’t stitch us back with a suture

Time slipped and I couldn’t catch it

Clock hit the ground and smashed it

And we are here now

Measure it with a chronometer

The space of you in my heart

More than a kilometer

But is it dark, how?

[markandtrish]

Sydney

Sunday 3rd November 2024

It’s Sunday evening for us now and we’re a bit weary. We started our journey on Friday evening from Heathrow and we’ve lost half a day somewhere but the journey was better than expected and both Hong Kong and Sydney airports were a pleasure to go through. The flights were fine, reasonably comfortable and no delays.

We landed at Sydney about 6.30 this morning local time and had pre booked a shuttle to take us into the city so got to our hotel about 9am. They even had a room ready early so we could have a shower and freshen up.

We decided to head out on the train and bus to Bondi beach for some fresh air. Loads of other people with the same idea but a great walk along the sand watching the surfers, followed by a quick dip, certainly woke us up a bit. No problem getting into the slightly cool water for Mark - he was knocked over by one of the bigger waves!

Heard lots of noisy birds in the trees and eventually spotted some. Worked out later they are noisy minahs, a bit like starlings. Lovely weather, about 30 degrees today so we headed back to the hotel mid afternoon for a short nap before heading out to explore Darling harbour, where our hotel is.

Loads of people out on party boats so we jumped on a ferry to Circular quay and got some great views of the bridge and opera house. When we landed at the quay we walked round the block and found the golden links sculpture that matches the concrete version back home in Pompey.

In the evening went back to the dock near the hotel for a meal of pasta and pizza. Called it a night by 9pm - a great first day which has included a double decker train, a bus, a ferry and a tram.