#pearly answers

[pearlypairings]

For the writer asks: 12, 18, 27 (any or all please!)

12. a trope you’re really into right now

Comfort tbh.... I love feeling the character's angst or stress and then finally getting to that comforting moment that like in this tiny little moment all is right in the world again. It can be so rewarding as a reader and a writer :)

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

OOOOOH okay! Well back when I considered Chrissy might possibly become confused/upset upon discovering Jonathan had her necklace in TIAL, the original outline had her cold-shouldering him and giving him back her photos and being extremely upset that he'd had this extremely sentimental and important gift from her grandpa all along. And so I'd brainstormed this dialogue of Jonathan eventually coming to Chrissy and trying to explain himself, not understanding why she'd pushed him away (he confesses his feelings big time!). I ultimately decided I didn't want this misunderstanding and they admitted their feelings in a less grand and more private way:) but here's the unedited, deleted monologue: "I wanted to tell you that I didn't know why or how this all started. But that wouldn't really be the truth and I don't ever want to lie to you. When you asked me for help, I overcharged you because I knew your family could afford it…. But every time we met after that, I saw the truth behind your stormy eyes. You were real. You had kindness and pain and concern for everyone around you. You paid attention to the details, knowing my work and my faces and these things that I didn't even recognize about myself. You wanted me to ask for more, not settle. And by then, I was scared. Scared because I knew it was too late to turn back. Your heart embedded itself in mine, like a landmine waiting to kill me upon impact. And I didn't care if you did, because I…. I fell for you, fell harder than I ever wanted to admit aloud to myself, let alone you. I didn't want to lose you, but never telling you? Never making this up to you? That would be so much worse."

27. your favorite part of the writing process

My favorite part has to be when I'm finally in the middle of writing and words just pour out of me. Like that deep hyponotic flow of creation, enjoying the journey and following where the characters and the inspo take me. It can be so relaxing and exciting at the same time!! But lately I've been stuck with very short, stilted sessions due to timing and scheduling which can be a little deflating. I'm hoping with the cooler weather, I'll be able to have more freedom to write in my free time :)

[the-phantom-peach]

hi

couldn’t draw much

have a quick zelda

bye

[becca-e-barnes]

I need more of needy Bucky who loses control from the feeling of being inside your pussy. I need him to fuck me like a rag doll and to carry me over his shoulder around the house like his personal flesh light.

Fuck, this has always been one of my very favourites to write. I really like to imagine that he struggles to last but he can keep going after he finishes 🙈 it's my lil filthy fantasy

But imagine spending the morning in bed with him. You both wake up around 6am and you spend the first little while just touching and chatting before a couple of hours of sex. Now it's maybe around 11am and after lying there together for a while, you're both in the mood for something to eat.

You pull a robe around you and that's just about as much as you manage before Bucky's scooped you up, carrying you to the kitchen.

"You don't need to carry me everywhere!" You tease, remembering that he'd carried you up the stairs to bed last night too.

"I know. But. Carrying you means. I. Can put you. Exactly. Where. I want you." He peppers kisses over your face and neck, tenderly capturing your bottom lip between his before he sets you up on the kitchen countertop.

There's no point arguing with him so you sit there quite happily. He makes up a quick pancake mix, washes some berries from the fridge, preps the coffee machine and sets the little dining table for the two of you.

Somewhere in between, you got a little distracted, perched on the counter scrolling on your phone. You hadn't noticed the way he's looking at you.

He's so caught up in the little things; the way the light hits your shoulder, the curve of your hips, the way the silhouette of your nipples are visible against the satin robe.

"Look at you, sitting there all sweet like your cunt isn't so fucking full of me."

That's got your attention.

You squirm a little, your body fluttering at how shamelessly vulgar he's being but nothing's stopping you from doing the same.

You spread your legs, exposing the slick mess coating your inner thighs. It's a mixture of your own arousal and Bucky's cum, dripping out of your sensitive cunt.

Your fingertips trail lazily over your exposed sex, your skin glistening in the natural light before you bring your fingers to your own lips, sucking them clean, giving him a little bit of a show.

"Tastes amazing, sweetheart." You groan, noticing the growing bulge in his thin pyjama bottoms. "But I lost track of how many times you came inside me this morning. You came so deep, most of your cum won't have dripped out yet. Bet I'm still totally stuffed full."

He sinks to his knees in no time, settling his head between your thighs, breathing in the faint smell of your arousal. His tongue presses flat to your sex, trailing from your hole to your clit and back, gathering as much of your combined release as possible.

He groans, low and pathetic, allowing his tongue to dip inside you as deep as he can bury it. He savours every drop of cum he earns back from your body.

When his tongue alone isn't enough, he slips a finger into you, followed quickly by a second, curling them against your sensitive inner wall.

"Bucky baby, please don't make me cum again." You groan, your fingers tangled in his dark hair but you know he's not giving you that choice. Not when his free hand is furiously stroking his own cock, desperate to ensure that when he's finished licking his cum out of you, he can flood your cunt with another load.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

We know Konig is more soft on women, but is it all women in general? For example, if some girl was hitting on him, would he be rough with her? Would he ever kill a woman? (if he's on the battlefield - I'm guessing he would if he had to). Is he chivalrous to all women or just his partner?

Yes, König is absolutely super soft to all women in general 🌸

The thing is, women are an exception, a beautiful, pure anomaly in König's worldview. He both worships them and views them as fragile. Women need to be protected from all harm. And at the same time... König goes feral every time he gets to taste and touch and fu–ahem, make love to a woman.

CW: Toxic!König. Sexism. Mentions of canon-typical violence and PTSD. Freudian madness.

Something just snaps, and he doesn't want to hurt his Engel... but he's a bit ADHD, and far too needy, goes a bit crazy every time he sees her. Women's soft skin and plump breasts and hot, wet, silky folds drive him insane. He just wants to drown himself in a woman, hide somewhere deep, somewhere safe, but can't because he's so big and has to act all tough. If he could, if only he was allowed, he would fall asleep every night with his cock buried inside that beautiful, warm, velvet softness.

So König's deeply embedded insecurity and attempts to seek safety are a combination that make him a little unhinged when it comes to women. That's why he can never get enough 😔 Also this man's horrible childhood has made him an adrenaline addict. Chaos is what he's used to, it feels familiar, so there's a risk that König might never settle into safety even if he finds it. He needs a high (which means he needs to kill and he needs sex.)

Female operators are skilled and tough in his eyes, and he trusts their abilities (kind of), but he would always keep a silent lookout, and try to keep them safe. Even if those women looked at him like he's a weirdo. He would always choose to help a woman over helping a man. Men can and have to survive on their own if a lady is in trouble. I know this wasn't asked but He would also never, ever hurt children.

If a woman tried to kill him (on the battlefield) he would be very professional about it. He wouldn't find joy in the killing, though. As odd as it may sound, König would prefer shooting to stabbing when it comes to neutralizing a female target. He wouldn't want to prolong their deaths, and it would make him extremely uncomfortable to knife a woman down. If he has to, he will do it, but the kill would be as quick and clean as possible.

The ones König has killed linger on the precipice of his mind as precious memories, sick fantasies made real. But the women he kills haunt him forever: those deaths sometimes give him nightmares. Especially if they brought even the tiniest bit of satisfaction...

...Because König does go into a mode when he's left with a firearm. He's so excited he sometimes drops mags simply because he's so enthusiastic. Thrill and anxiety mix when he's working, and he feels absolutely marvelous every time he fires a gun and gets to announce "Target down" in the comms. Better yet if he can go on a spree and destroy a whole room full of villains. Noticing later that one or some of them were women would give him a cold feeling in the gut and leave him with a worsening PTSD.

If a woman was violent in other circumstances, meaning outside work/warfare, he would simply seize them as gently and firmly as he can and try to calm them down. König thinks hitting women is just wrong. Even if they were trying to hit him (hitting on, as in flirting with him, now that's a different thing hehe. Not sure if this is what you asked, if so let me know!). It's unmanly and cowardly, and he would kill any guy who hits women, and kill them without mercy.

König's traumatic childhood has put him on a knight's quest to protect all women and children from harm. His mother has greatly influenced the way he sees women overall. At the end of the day, they're creatures who don't know how to defend themselves so he needs to save them.

But then again... These 'Knight in Shining Armor' fantasies should be taken with a grain of salt.

Because seeing a woman under him in a helpless state, looking back at him with cute, wet eyes while he's lodged deep inside is the best thing in the world in König's opinion. He would never deliberately go and hurt a woman... But why then does it feel so good when Engel squeals every time he goes a little too deep? (Always on accident, of course.)

[sdwolfpup]

For the Festive Fic prompts, I'd love to see what you do with 14 or 17!

14. family invites a rival/enemy/the boss to a Christmas party/vacation

"What is she doing here?" Jaime hisses to Tyrion as they stand in the receiving line at their father's annual Christmas party. It's always an overblown affair: everyone dressed up like they're about to meet the Queen, the abuse of gold-plated decorations, the persistent jazzy Christmas music soundtrack, and dear god the garlands. It's like a forest exploded all through the house.

Normally, Jaime finds the whole thing tedious and boring and he and Tyrion skip out halfway through to go get drunk on Tywin's most expensive liquor that gets trickier to find every year. The old man hasn't outwitted them on hiding places yet, but it was a near thing last year.

Jaime expects this year to be different, though, because there, large as life, is Brienne Tarth hovering at the end of the receiving line, her hulking shoulders hunched, the austere black of whatever dress she's wearing doing her no favors. She looks like she's at a funeral, not a Christmas party.

Which would suit the dour, frustratingly stubborn woman that is his primary rival in the world of high-end real estate.

"I can't see who you mean but based on the venom in your tone, I suspect you mean Ms. Tarth," Tyrion drawls. "She's here because Father invited her."

"What?" Jaime turns on his brother, completely ignoring the councilmember just holding his hand out to be shaken. "Why?"

Tyrion takes the councilman's empty hand and pumps it aggressively, wishing him a Merry Christmas before turning back to Jaime. "Because he wants to hire her," he says like Jaime's being especially obtuse.

Jaime stares at the woman creeping closer in the line. "But she works for the Starks. She hates us."

"She hates you," Tyrion says cheerfully, taking over for Jaime as he ignores two more people in line to glare at Brienne. "The rest of us she's neutral about."

Jaime scoffs. "That's only because she hasn't met you yet."

Tyrion kisses the hand of a woman and Jaime watches her laugh prettily. His brother lifts his brow smugly. "I'm very charming, Jaime. I'll bet you a case of that scotch we had last year that I can get her to be my friend before you."

The music dips for a moment and Jaime hears Brienne saying, "Merry Christmas" to one of the many Lannister Realty employees down the line from him. Her voice is soft and almost sweet--nothing like she sounds whenever he has the misfortune of talking with her.

"I'm not taking that bet. She'd befriend you just to spite me," he grouses. He shakes a few more hands without really seeing any of the people in front of him, too busy keeping an eye on Brienne's progress as she makes her way.

He can tell the moment she notices him in line, because all of the ease and shyness drains out of her and she straightens, lifting her head like a bear that's just spotted a threat.

Good, he thinks, meeting her gaze with a cool smile. Best she know what's waiting for her if she's considering this.

Jaime's flooded with anxious energy waiting for the line to hurry and deposit her before him and then it finally does. Up close, the black dress turns out to be shorter than he'd thought, and her very long legs stick out of it thick trunks. Her arms and shoulders--her best features, in his opinion--are covered, but an alarmingly broad swatch of her pale, freckled chest is bare except for a jeweled, golden sword hanging from a delicate necklace chain. It looks incongruous, the fragility of the links against the ropey tendons of her neck, like a trail of kisses against her skin.

Jaime blinks and jerks back. "Tarth," he greets her, folding his hands behind his back. "Did you get lost on the way to the Stark holiday party? Or are you hoping to actually enjoy expensive food at a work function for once?"

She grimaces, a familiar look on her wide face. "Lannister." She shoves her hand out at him as though a parent is standing behind her and forcing her to do so. He looks down at it, the wide span of her palm, the mountainous knuckles, and marvels again this woman is as successful a realtor as he is when he looks like he does and she looks like this.

Her hand hangs between them for a long moment before he finally takes it, feels the sting as she squeezes more than is polite. He hides a grunt and squeezes back, enjoys the way her eyes narrow and she puts even more strength into it, a vise slowly crushing the bones of his hand. He returns it, the two of them locked in an escalating battle of pain until Tyrion clears his throat.

"If you two are done trying to rip each others hands off, you're holding up the line." He sounds richly amused and Jaime realizes that the line has bunched up behind Brienne and there's a large space between her and the people ahead of her now.

She yanks her hand away and Jaime is oddly delighted by the stripes of red that flood over her cheeks like fingerpaint. He's less delighted by the way his hand is throbbing. He sees her flex her hand at her side and hopes he gave as good as he got, because he's convinced he'll have bruises in the morning.

"Enjoy the party, Tarth," Jaime tells her as she hurriedly shakes Tyrion's hand and mumbles Christmas wishes. "I don't expect you'll be invited back next year."

Her eyes skate back to him, blue and cold as the ice in the middle of a glacier. "That's because I'll be in the receiving line ahead of you."

Tyrion hoots with laughter because the best realtor gets the dubious honor of being here at the end of the line nearest Tywin and the leadership team.

Brienne's already hurried too far to make a comeback worth it, or even audible, and Jaime swears he won't have a single drink tonight until he's driven Brienne Tarth from the grounds, or at least from his father's perspective employment.

(Festive prompts here)

[thefloatingwriter]

ask game

😇 relating to beetee?

😇 A headcanon about their religion/lack thereof

religion isn’t commonly taught in Three, especially in the Stills. Stepanov and Midtown are really the only areas where religion with a purpose (actually knowing what you believe in, not just going off of what your parents believe etc etc) is practiced, but belief systems do live on. his father, linus, owned a cross necklace that was given to him by his mother, ada, when they got married, and it was given to beetee after his father died (post with more information here). this will be way more explored in the second chapter of the beetee fic, but he does believe in a version of God. how he sees them isn’t exactly how Christians see them, but he does believe in one. he doesn’t think they are invested in them at all, however, and he definitely doesn’t think they care about them. he basically just believes in the bare bones of it; there is someone watching us, that controls what happens to it. but he doesn’t believe any of them will be saved, especially not him.

[ittybittypearlygirly]

*puts donnie the axolotl on your head* "hes your now, take care of him"

(Some propaganda for you :>)

Donnie the axolotl will be loved and cared for 'til the end of time, thank you!!

[kinnsporsche]

Has BeOnCloud just kind of...stopped? I thought they were planning to release more shows but I haven't seen anything in a long time.

as far as i know they haven't put anything out since man suang but that came out earlier this year in thailand but international audiences have been given dust to feed on. they're kinda active on their youtube page and a few weeks back they dropped a trailer for a new show called DFF which has barcode, us, jj, and ta in it but it doesn't really appeal to me sadly

honestly i think everything that happened with build really caught them off guard and slowed down the chances they had to write/produce anything it was just drama after drama after drama with him and is the main reason (as well as the general shittiness of the book writers) that i think we'll never end up getting kp season 2 😔

tldr: they're still up to some stuff, but none of it seems to be as big as kinnporsche

[pearlkeep]

Anonymous sent a prayer! ✝ meme Clothes on or Clothes off?

─┼─── “Oh, clothes off. Who wouldn't want to admire their partner in full?”

[pearlypairings]

11-13 for the fic writer ask!

11. a WIP you’d like to finish someday

oh! two! I'm still working on in the Shade of Aurelias, but with all the chaos in my irl life, I haven't had the mental space to be working through a complex fantasy/period piece. WHICH SUCKS. I miss my magical hellcheer <3333 Annnnnd I had started a twin peaks x st crossover which has been on hiatus for some time. I actually do have a doc with an unfinished chapter in limbo, but the inspo hasn't been inspo-ing there.... I hope I get back in the groove someday! Because it was SO fun to have agent cooper in Hawkins:)

13. a fandom you’re thinking about writing for

oooo I recently dabbled in a fic for Star Trek Enterprise which was a great time!! I have another wip idea cooking... But I've also been thinking about the Amazon show My Lady Jane which I know I recced to you and I'm not sure if you liked it, but there's so much potential there for fic! especially since they canceled it😭😭 tbh I was thinking of a Jane x Archer slow burn bc they oddly had great chemistry....

[slaymate]

Hello! I've been going through your art tag and I love your depictions of the Greek Gods. One thing does confuse me, though: the use of tear stain marks on some of the goddesses, like Ariadne and Persephone. Is there a greater cultural, or religious, significance behind this?

In my artwork Ariadne is simply crying because she was abandoned by Theseus on a beach on Naxos, and there is no deeper meaning to it.

The specific artwork of Persephone you are referring to, though, is a mix of contemporary, ancient and Catholic/Christian imagery, inspired by Mater Dolorosa statues (hinting at some of Persephone's epithets) like this one:

[lookedlikethebins]

Blue, dark green, purple ♥️

[you're the only bitch here i respect / dark forces / we're going to super hell together <3]

[why do you follow me]

[eddis-not-eeddis]

I may have to rethink my animosity towards action movies/shows, because honestly, watching this guy get beat up for an hour every night is pretty cathartic.

[sdwolfpup]

I'd love to hear about Hylehandfic from the WIP list!

This is a recent one I started where Hyle loses his hand after Lady Stoneheart and Jaime ends up very reluctantly mentoring him while also dealing with his and Hyle's Brienne feelings on the Quiet Isle. I haven't been able to pin down the tone I want. I was just gonna do a goofy thing but it got kind of serious in what I have so I'm debating about where to go. Here's a bit of the last part I wrote:

The cell is well-named, though the door is left unlatched and there are no guards in the dim hall when Jaime checks. There's a single, simple pallet with fresh straw and a scratchy blanket, a covered bucket that serves as a chamber pot, and a candle valiantly fighting the darkness.

He wonders if Hyle has been taken to one of these, as well. It's better than Jaime's experience sleeping on the road night after night, but a fine bed and a warm fire would be better still. For all of them.

Jaime's entire body aches as he peels himself from his filthy armor, manages to unhook his golden hand and drop it with a clang to the floor. He'll have to get it fixed when they return regardless. Return to where, he's not entirely sure. He'd burned Cersei's letter and left his army behind; his white cloak is certainly soon to be stripped from him, if it hasn't been already. The places Jaime can go dwindle by the day—and the places he <i>wants</i> to go are even fewer.

[story1ines]

HAPPY BORFDAY BB! you deserve the fucking universe and more <3 i hope that your day is as amazing and badass as you are. MWAH

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANGEL, ILYSFM. honestly you are amazing to me & ily.

[ittybittypearlygirly]

thought I should finish a full-body pic of Kitty before voting began at @tmnt-oc-comp and also to let people know that, despite the goofiness, she does know how to fight and frequently does. she's gotta keep up with the turtles, after all ;)