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vahalia-cress · 2 months ago

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RP/Community Etiquette Notes: For Beginners

Something I noticed over the years on this platform, as some people will use other people’s inspiration, time sourcing and finding things that correlate with their own characters (speaking of RP blogs specifically) and reblog when the mood strikes, and then there are some out there that will reblog waves and waves of your content treating the content and your archive like a personal storage, pool and receptacle for endless content for their own RP blogs.

I cannot stress enough how demoralizing this may be for some people who experience this, myself included, where other RPers in a community or overlapping communities will mass-reblog your stuff with zero interaction.

I also want to preface that if you reblog a few times here and there from one person or a mutual RP blog, that this post doesn’t pertain to you – unless of course you are someone who is experiencing someone else reblogging consistently everything you post for your own OC to where you feel like they’re starting to lose their identity and what makes them an original character.

The reason that this becomes a point of contention for some RPers is that it feels like, over time (and the more it is done in excess), people feel like bites of their character and what unique bits are made up of them are being chewed off consistently.

If it has ever crossed your mind that “Maybe I reblog too much from this person too often,” you may be right, especially if the other person is also another RP blog. If you’ve ever had to ask yourself that question, then perhaps this post pertains to you.

Reblogging, in general, on socials such as Tumblr (X, TikTok, FB, etc.) is just part of the social ecosystem. Social platforms are supposed to encourage the sharing of information and ideas. But as RPers, we need to realize how far is too far and at what point are we just chomping off parts of other people’s characters for our own benefit. How much is too much? How does the person on the other side of the screen feel about it?

I can tell you that nine times out of ten, they notice, which is why several RP blogs out there will suggest reblogging from the source.

It’s totally fine to feel inspired and reblog posts you enjoy, but we also have to be cognizant of the extent to which we’re doing this to one another. A few here and there, once in a blue moon, when the mood strikes is harmless – but if you’re reblogging from someone who posts 4 times a day (as an example) and you’re reblogging each of those posts or reblogging from them every time they post something, it might be time to step back and consider if maybe this post pertains to you and how do you go about your interactions.

Don’t @ other people on someone else's RP posts if someone else is already @’ed or if it pertains to a ship. The best way to go about this is to just reblog from the source or from a source that doesn’t have the @’s in there. Don't remove their @’s.

If someone posts a piece of artwork of their character, don’t reblog it with tags claiming it's your character or any sort of relation to it. The artwork was made for them, not you.

Specifically speaking of the FF14 community and GPOSE posts: It’s not okay to have full conversations in someone’s comments about wanting to ‘recreate’ what they posted. It’s best to leave a kind comment, like the post, and quietly do your own recreation. Give credit where credit is due. DMing people and asking them privately if they would mind doing a similar shot for their own character is the kind and mature thing to do. I’ve had many people come to me and do/ask this specifically of me, and I have a tremendous amount of respect for them for:

-Taking my feelings into consideration enough to DM me directly and ask. -Acknowledging the fact that they’ve been inspired and we can have a discussion about it. -I’m not being excluded from the narrative as the creator of the idea. -My posts aren’t being eaten alive by vultures, and the joy of the shots being entirely overshadowed by “I’m so gonna recreate this for my own OC/WoL when I get home.”

A few takeaways from this post:

-Inspiration =/= Outright copying. They’re two different definitions. Inspiration is taking elements of something and recreating something else, using the source as a starting point. Copying is just replicating without any creative modification. -Find other methods of finding your own type of content, be it from the sources of posts (OP posts) and other platforms such as Pinterest etc. -Master your own Impulses. -Consider other RPers on the other side of the screen who put a lot of time and dedication into building aesthetics for their characters. -Interaction is important. -Communication and utilizing DM features are also very important. -Other people’s artwork of their characters or commissions is not for your personal use. -Paving your own way is far more rewarding. -RP blogs of other OCs and aesthetics aren’t posted for the consumption of other people like they’re simply in a grocery store plucking things off the shelf that they enjoy. RP blogs are designed for aesthetics, stories, questions, and more for THEIR characters. Not yours. Please be mindful of that and practice restraint and independence in finding your own content and practicing proper reblog etiquette with your RP peers.

Just a few things I’ve encountered during my time here on Tumblr within the FF14 community. I’ve also been a part of other MMO RP communities here on Tumblr as far back as 2010, and I thought I would share a few things I’ve noticed in hopes of helping educate the newcomers here on the platform.

I too, in the past and when I first began here, have likely been guilty of doing a few of these things. I think is important for the beginners here to be aware of and to have open discussions about as peers on a platform we all enjoy and through a hobby we all appreciate – especially since I don’t see this topic brought up enough as casual and kind PSAs.

Please keep in mind that this post is just how I feel on the topic(s) when those experiences find my doorstep and is not meant to incite discourse, negativity, or hate in any way nor is it directed at certain individuals and is only presented in a general sense. I wanted to impart a teeny-tiny bit of wisdom to beginners here on this platform, and I implore others to reblog and add to this should they have other points and ideas to share.

Stay mindful. Stay kind to one another.

#OOC #Beginner RP etiquette wisdom #Mun things!#Be kind to one another #Respect your fellow rpers and peers #Excessive reblogging

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jeankluv · 11 months ago

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Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 09

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Summary: You didn't like him, at all. But due to your bad luck you would have to be forced to work with him and different circumstances end up leading you to the fact that perhaps the word dislike is not the one you would use to describe him.

ac: _3aem

Tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball

Notes: we are getting into business with this new chapter. I haven’t written almost anything during the whole week, I was busy studying but hopefully I can finish the chapter I was writing and start with the new one. I’m so excited for all of you to read the next few chapters.

Before you read the chapter: i know this post will be seen by a lot of people and I wanted to share this gofoundme link, she is my moot on twt, her name is Noor and she is trying to evacuate her and her family from Gaza and she is still trying to raise money. I know not everyone can donate but if you can rt and share it’s very useful. Thank you ❤️

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Pinteres board || Birdie playlist || ao3

“Fuck me.”

You opened your eyes in surprise after hearing your best friend’s words.

“Sorry.” She covered her mouth. “But Jesus! You look so freaking hot.” She looked up and down several times.

“You think so?” You looked at yourself back in the mirror.

Kyoko nodded. “That red dress looks breathtaking on you. And your breasts look just so good with it and please tell me you are wearing the high boots.” She said looking around, searching for your boots.

“Yes.” You smiled.

“My femme fatale girl.” She joked. “Girl, I’m afraid I might come back home alone.” She cried.

“Pfff.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m not the one who has a boyfriend, you are!” You pointed at her. “I will probably be the one coming back home alone because you will be too busy with your lovely boyfriend.”

“C’mon girl, when was the last time you hooked up with someone, just anyone.” Kyoko said while stealing one of your lipsticks.

You felt silent, trying to think when was the last time you hooked up with someone. Last year’s New Year’s party? No you were working at the bar, so was two years ago with that guy?

“Oh god!” Kyoko gasped. “You don’t even remember it!”

“Shut up!” You took away your lipstick. “I was busy working and studying. I couldn’t go parting.”

“That’s why.” She positioned herself behind you. “Tonight, you will hooked up with someone.”

“Kyoko…”

“C’mon! The entire basketball team will be there.” She winked at you. “Satoru will be there.” She dropped it.

You tried to ignore the growing feeling on your chest. “And what about it?” You said with no emotion on your voice.

“What? You are going to tell me, that now you don’t dislike him, you haven’t imagine yourself hooking up with him.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “No I haven’t.” That idea hasn’t crossed your mind. Yet.

“Whatever, but there are a lot of hot guys in the team. But the hottest is already taken and it’s mine.” She joked. “Oh…” She gasped. “Probably the hot guy, the one you used to crush on, the one with the face tattoo and piercings will be there, he is also part of the basketball.”

“That was back when we were in our first year.” You snorted. “And besides, I think he has a girlfriend.”

Kyoko grimaced and sat on your bed while you finished making the final arrangements. You had to say it, you looked hot tonight.

At first you were doubtful about going out, because you didn’t feel like it. But you were young, you were having an extra free day and you nailed your exam, although you still didn’t know your score. But it was going to be good.

You turned around and looked at your best friend with a huge smile on your face.

“Ready?”

“Absolutely!” She screamed and held your arm.

Exiting your room, you exchanged polite farewells with Kyoko's parents before stepping out into the cool night air. There, standing by the front gate, was Suguru, patiently waiting for both of you.

Kyoko let go of your arm, her demeanor shifted, and she moved swiftly into Suguru's awaiting embrace. She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness as you watched the intimate moment that they were sharing. You put on a smile and greeted Suguru warmly, acknowledging his presence with a nod. You sat in the back seat, while Kyoko sat next to Suguru in the front seats.

During the trip, the three of you talked about various topics, creating an atmosphere of fluid conversation that never made you feel out of place, as if you were holding the candles.

You couldn't help but notice how Kyoko was watching Suguru with bright eyes and a radiant smile on her face. Seeing her like this only filled your heart with warmth and joy.

In love, reciprocity was comforting, but when only one loved, the result was heartbreaking for those left longing.

Have you experienced love? Maybe, if you could call it that. At fifteen, your understanding of love was as ephemeral as the changes of the seasons, based mainly on the representations of movies, series, and books you found in the library.

At that age, you embarked on a relationship that lasted almost a year with a boy from your town. He was two years older than you, knew much more than you and was more experienced. However, as quickly as it began, what you could feel for him faded, now with the years that had passed, you were aware that for him you had only been a whim and for you he had been an exciting moment at that stage. Dating someone older had sounded exciting, but nothing could be further from the truth.

But life hit you in the face, once again, when you were sixteen years old and the idea of love was pushed aside. The last thing you wanted was to tie yourself to another in the middle of the chaos of your life.

After that relationship you had had one or another, more like attempts at relationships. In fact, when you were in first grade, Kyoko forced you to go on more than one blind date. I wanted to go on a double date one day.

But after breaking up with the prick he stopped insisting and you were never interested again. So the last time you had made out with someone, it had been during the New Year's Eve party two years ago. After that your life had been too hectic to have time.

Suguru parked the car in the crowded parking lot and the three of you stepped out of the vehicle into the bustle of the night. As you adjusted your dress, you looked at the happy couple, Kyoko and Suguru, who were arm in arm, radiating joy.

Kyoko caught your attention and made a playful gesture with her hand, motioning for you to join them in walking hand in hand towards the nightclub. His smile was contagious.

You took a moment to compose yourself, then offered a smile in return, nodding slightly as you closed the distance and linked arms with Kyoko. Then, the three of you headed towards the club where the basketball team had agreed to meet.

“I think I haven’t told you.” Kyoko said to your ear. “Shoko is coming tonight too.”

“For real? That’s great, she is nice.” You smiled. “I just hope you two don’t end up like last time.” Kyoko blushed a little bit.

“It was a one time thing.” She defended herself with a pout.

"Yes, but the one who had to drag your drunk asses around the house was me." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"Shoko and I will make it up to you, we'll invite you." Kyoko said still without erasing the pout from her lips.

"It's the least I hope for." You said jokingly.

“Girls, we are here.” Suguru spoke, moving his head towards the club.

You entered the club, being welcomed by the heat of the place and the music at full volume. Suguru began to greet his teammates, most of them were faces you recognized from the game you had attended, but others were new faces.

“Suguru!!” You heard the voice of the person, who had been embedded in your brain for some time.

He appeared in the crowd, with a smile on his face and a glass in one of his hands. He was wearing a suit, just like that time he showed up at your work, but this one wasn't as elegant, it was more casual. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing part of his chest.

You wondered if it was his doing to unbutton those buttons or if he had already been having a good time with someone before you arrived. Maybe with that girl from that time.

You turned your head away from where he was and cursed yourself for thinking that.

“Hey Satoru.” Your best friend spoke.

“Oh girls!” He said happily. “You are here too.” You felt him approaching you. Shit.” Hey birdie, you are not going to say hi to me?” You were looking away from him.

You slowly turned to look at him and put on your best smile. “Hi Satoru.”

Satoru stared at you in silence, for longer than you thought he would. You could see his Adam apple moving up and down, as if he was trying to regain composure with that movement.

You smirked to yourself knowing it was the perfect opportunity to tease him. “What Satoru the cat got your tongue?” Placing a hand on your waist you spoke again. “Or I look so hot that you forgot how to speak?”

He closed his mouth, which was slightly opened and a small smile draw on his lips. “Yeah birdie, you look so freaking hot that I forgot how to breathe for a moment.”

Shit.

You should have prepared yourself knowing what Satoru Gojo was like and that he could come up with something like that. But damn, you loved it.

Trying to suppress the restless rise and fall of your pulse and chest, agitated by the impact his words and that hoarse voice had had on you, you forced a smile. You smiled as if it didn't matter, as if her words hadn't unleashed a whirlwind of emotions inside you.

But the reality was very different. Satoru's words had ignited a storm inside you, swirling with a tumultuous mix of feelings that you struggled to contain. Despite your best efforts to appear unaffected, the turmoil it had caused remained beneath the surface, threatening to erupt like a volcano.

You took a deep breath. Would it be that night? The night you'd finally accept something you'd been trying to suppress for weeks? Or would you just let it go and lock it in the deepest drawer?

Satoru Gojo pov

Satoru felt like his legs might give out beneath him, which is why he had held them steady when he saw you.

His gaze first saw his best friend Suguru, then Kyoko, and finally his eyes landed on you. And damn it. The word beautiful was not enough to describe you that night.

Seeing you in that red dress, accentuating every curve of your figure, along with those impressive high boots, took his breath away. Satoru felt helpless in the presence of your beauty, and tonight he knew he would be at his weakest point.

Unbeknownst to you, just like you, Satoru Gojo's insides were a whirlwind of emotions, he was reeling, overwhelmed by the sheer magnetism you exuded. He knew that tonight he would be at your mercy, completely captivated by just your presence.

“You want a drink?” He spoke pointing at the bar behind him.

“Yeah, sure.” You walked besides him. “I though you didn’t drink.”

Satoru looked at his cup. “It’s mainly soda with a bit of alcohol, but only from time to time. I am not a big fan of alcohol.” You nodded and turned to ask for a drink. “It’s good you came.” He got closer so you could hear him.

“And why it’s that?” You smirked, grabbing your straw and taking a small sip. “You would miss me if I didn’t come?”

Yes. But he was unable to say it out loud. “You deserve a break from all the stress.”

“That includes you.” You said teasing him.

“Don’t be bad birdie. I know you love me.” He joked but he secretly longed for it.

“Nah.” You shook your head , you approached his ear to speak to him. “When they called your name and then mine for the project I seriously considered leaving class.” Satoru felt offended by your words, did you hate him that much? “But now my dislike for you has gone from 95% to 35%.”

“A 35%?” He opened his eyes.

“There are times I want to kick your ass so badly.” You shrugged and sipped at the straw again. “You should be glad it went from 95 to 35.”

“Of course it went down, with this face.”

“Now it’s 37%” You said while rolling your eyes.

“Ouch.” He touched his chest as if it hurt his feelings. “Anyways, birdie, let me introduce you to some of our teammates.”

Satoru hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether he should reach out and take your hand. It wouldn't be the first time he did it, but this moment would be different. The last time he held your hand, at the lake, you were on the verge of tears, almost having a panic attack. Now, at this party, you were both having fun.

He looked at your hand and then back at your face, noticing the confused expression as you wondered what he was doing. Gathering all the courage he could muster, Satoru decided to act. He gently took your hand and led you in front of him to where his teammates were gathered.

As he led you through the crowd, Satoru's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. His hands were sweating and he prayed that you wouldn't notice.

Upon reaching his teammates, Satoru gave you a small squeeze and placed you next to him, still holding onto his hand.

“Guys!” Satoru's voice echoed in the space where the team was, causing the curious gaze of his teammates to rest on him and also on you. “She is…” Satoru said your name pointing his hand at you. His companions then began to murmur under their breath while his gaze remained glued to you.

“Captain! Is she your girlfriend?” Satoru swallowed hard and controlled himself so that a crimson red wouldn't stain his cheeks.

“No Yuji, she is not.” Satoru responded a bit irritated.

“Do you really think Captain Gojo would be able to get a girlfriend?” The vein on Satoru's forehead began to swell. It had definitely been a bad idea bringing you to meet these brats.

“Megumi…” Satoru snorted through his nose. “Don't pass or you'll be on the bench next week.” To which Megumi responded by turning around and sitting in one of the back chairs, without giving it any importance.

“I’m Yuji!” Yuji approached you with a smile.

“Nice to meet you Yuji.” You said finally letting Satoru’s hand go.

“You should meet the others too!” He said. “This is my first year in the team, well I just started college, but everyone is very nice.”

“Is Satoru nice too?” Satoru felt a small blush on his cheeks again after hearing you ask that question. “If you want we can get away from him and then you can criticize him.” You joked and Satoru smirked.

“Oh no, no.” Yuji shook his head. “Captain Gojo is truly an amazing player and amazing captain! I’m glad he is my mentor.” He widely smiled.

“Oh impressive Satoru.” You said looking at him.

Satoru shrugged and smiled. “What can I say, I'm the best.”

“You’re the best.” You said at the same time laughing.

“Captain…” A deep voice talked behind both of you, you lifted your head to be met with a tall blonde guy.

Oh Haibara’s friend.

“Nanami!!” Satoru happily shouted, to which Nanami reacted rolling his eyes. “Birdie, this is Nanami.” He pointed at him.

“Nice to meet you.” Nanami did a small bow.

“You are Haibara’s friend right?” He nodded. “I saw you a couple of times outside the store waiting for him.”

“You work with Haibara?” You nodded. “Oh so you’re the super nice coworker he always talks about.”

“I guess so.” You smiled. “You also play on the basketball team?” You tilted your head.

“Unfortunately.” You looked at him confused for his response. “Captain Gojo is a pain in my ass most of the time.”

“I understand what you mean.” You laugh recalling how you had Satoru saved on your phone.

Satoru coughed sharply causing you both to turn to look at him. “I think that's enough for today, Nanami, why don't you go get some drinks? I want the same thing as always, okay?” He said as he pushed Nanami away.

“Satoru, why was that?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Satoru rolled his eyes again. “It’s just that…” But the sentence was left in the air when Shoko’s voice sounded louder than his, calling your name.

“I finally found you.” She hugged you, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Shoko!” You said as you moved away a little. “You already drank something?”

“Just a shot. I’m okay, I swear.” She raised her hands. “Now come with me, Kyoko and Yuki are waiting for us to dance.”

“Yuki?” You said confused.

“I will introduce you now. Now let’s go!” She started pulling you. “Let's leave these idiots here.”

Taking one last glance at Satoru and offering a small smile, you bowed your head before disappearing into the bustling crowd of people. Satoru watched you leave, a slight smile on his lips, before exhaling heavily through his mouth.

He walked over to the couch where Megumi was sitting and sank down next to him. Leaning back against the backrest, Satoru looked up at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts.

“Captain Gojo, you seem distressed.” He heard Megumi talking.

“It’s nothing, kid.” He shook his head. “And by the way how come you are here? You usually hate this type of place.”

Megumi sighed heavily. “That idiot brought me here.” He pointed at Yuji who was now grabbing snacks from a nearby table.

Satoru opened his mouth in o shaped form and nodded. “You two are really close aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?” Megumi inquired with a nervous look.

“Nothing. I mean if you two are close in that type of way then it’s fine by me. And if anyone in the team says something inappropriate, make sure to tell me. I will handle it.” Satoru explained.

Megumi stood up. “Thank you captain, but it’s okay… we are okay.” Satoru noticed the small blush on Megumi’s cheeks and smiled as he walked away to where Yuji was.

Satoru looked around the place and spotted you on the dance floor. He watched you from the side, he observed you as you danced and laughed with Kyoko, Shoko and who he guessed was Yuki, the one Shoko mentioned before. It was rare to see you so carefree, and he couldn't help but feel his chest swell with happiness at the sight.

As you moved gracefully on the dance floor, your laughter filled the air and Satoru found himself captivated by the joy that radiated from you. He couldn't look away from you, mesmerized by the way you moved, the way you laughed, the way you simply existed in that moment. It was as if the world disappeared into the background, leaving only you.

He looked at his drink and his thoughts returned to the conversation he had with Suguru last week. It had been a jolt of reality, to say the least.

Satoru had come face to face with the truth: the feelings he harbored towards you had been there for a long time. It wasn't a simple crush; he was deeper than that. The weeks of interaction had only intensified his emotions, revealing a deep feeling he had rarely experienced.

Reflecting on it now, Satoru realized that he had been in love with you long before he fully acknowledged it. He had fallen in love with you from a distance, watching how you interacted with others, listening to what people said about you, and admiring your dedication and diligence.

It was a realization that excited him and at the same time made him nervous. Satoru was used to being confident and self-assured, but when it came to matters of the heart, he found himself navigating uncharted territory. If he had had girlfriends, he had dated different people, but on the vast majority of occasions he had been without any deeper interest.

Sighing he looked back at your figure on the dance floor.

“If I didn’t know how you felt about her I would think you are a pervert or something like that.” Suguru sat next to him.

Satoru just rolled his eyes and took his cup once again. “I’m just watching her, nothing else.”

“Yeah like a creep.” His friend pointed out. “Why don’t you go and ask her to dance with you?”

“You think she will accept?”

“What’s the worst that could happen? You get your ass kicked? I will have my phone ready just in case.”

“Geez you are annoying.” Satoru said punching Suguru’s arm.

“C’mon man! Where is all your ego and confidence?” He challenged.

Satoru stood up and looked at Suguru. “Watch me.”

“Your legs are trembling Satoru!” Suguru shouted from the distance to which Satoru responded by showing his middle finger.

But oh boy, he was for real trembling. That was the effect you have on him after all.

Your pov

Your body swayed to the infectious rhythm of the music as you continued sipping from your second glass of the night. You were cautious not to drink too much, but Shoko's insistence that it was a night to let loose and have fun had led you to indulge a bit more.

Amidst the pulsating beats, you also met Yuki, she was older than you and she happened to be dating Choso, your old crush from your first year. Now, the four of you were on the dance floor, fully immersed in the music, letting the heat and energy of the moment wash over you.

The dance floor became a blur of movement as you all threw yourselves into the music, laughing and enjoying each other's company. The atmosphere was electric, the air filled with excitement and camaraderie as you danced the night away, feeling the warmth rising through your bodies with every step and beat.

You noticed Shoko giving Kyoko a subtle nudge, followed by a knowing smile and a raised eyebrow exchange between them. “I'm exhausted.” Shoko announced abruptly. “Let's sit.”

You nodded, ready to follow Shoko, but Kyoko halted you with a smile and a nod towards her side. Confused, you followed her gaze, only to find Satoru standing a few meters away. His cheeks were flushed, likely from the heat of the club, and his gaze was fixed on you with unwavering intensity.

Your heart quickened as Satoru began to make his way towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. Glancing back at Kyoko, you found that she, along with Shoko, and Yuki had vanished from your sight, leaving you alone with Satoru.

“Hey.” Satoru said when he was finally near you.

“Hi.” You said with a louder tone so he could hear you.

“You having fun?” He questioned getting closer, so you could hear him.

You nodded. “So much. I was dancing with the girls until now.”

“Is that your second drink?” He pointed to the cup in your hands.

“Yeah! Shoko insisted but it’s fine by me, so don’t worry.” You moved your hand around. “Are you having fun too Satoru?” You asked him this time.

“I am.” He smiled and took a deep breath. “Wanna dance with me the next song?”

Oh. You were caught off guard by Satoru's invitation to dance, you hesitated for a moment, the pulse of the music pounding in your ears. But the prospect of dancing with him, of being close to him, was too tempting to resist.

“Yeah, sure.” You finally replied with a smile spreading across your face. “But let me finish my drink.”

“Drink slowly, I don’t want you throwing up on me once again.” He once again teased you, so you decided to tease him back.

“Oh. It went up.” You smirked looking at him. “Now it’s 39%.”

“Okay, okay, I will stop teasing but just be careful.”

“Yes dad!” You said, rolling your eyes. “Alright.” You placed the empty glass on a table. “Let’s go!”

Satoru's smile widened, a sparkle of excitement in his eyes as he took your hand and led you towards the dance floor. When the next song started playing, you fell into rhythm with him.

In the dim lights of the club, surrounded by the pulsating energy of the crowd, you lost yourself in the moment, swaying and spinning with Satoru, as your bodies moved in perfect synchrony, as if you had been doing this for years, as if you were one.

And as you danced, the world started to fade away, leaving just the two of you, lost in the music and lost in the connection that existed between the two of you.

As the music hummed around you and the heat of the dance floor enveloped you. Satoru's hand rested on your waist causing a surge of electricity to course through you, igniting a fiery passion simmering just beneath the surface.

With every step, every movement of your bodies, the tension between you became palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Your movements became more fluid, more sensual, as they let themselves be carried away by the rhythm of the song that was playing.

As the song reached its climax, Satoru pulled you closer, his gaze looking at you with burning desire. And in that moment, with the music pulsing in your veins and the heat of his body against yours.

“Birdie, I swear you are driving me fucking crazy.” He said but only you were able to hear his words.

You wanted to play, you wanted to wrap him around your finger. “How Satoru?” You got yourself closer to him. “How am I driving you crazy?” You lifted your gaze, leaving both of your gazes connected.

One more step and your chest would be completely stuck together. One more step and what you would feel would be his heat mixing with yours. One more step and everything you have been trying to ignore would fall on you like a house of cards.

It was just one step.

Just one.

And you were about to give that step when you saw a silhouette in the distance, making your blood freeze.

��Fuck.” You muttered realizing who was in that club too, someone you had secretly hoped and prayed to avoid encountering him again ever since you quit working at that bar.

Final notes: itafushi and chosoyuki crumbs on the same chapter? exactly 🙂‍↕️ Also who do you think Birdie saw?

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psycheetamore · 6 months ago

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Cleansing of the soul - part 1

Summary: our lord Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen has managed to entice his Fremen pet, but this has not gone unnoticed by his brother, who - after having lost Arrakis to Feyd - wants revenge. How better to get revenge, than to snag the favourite pet of his baby brother, esp. if Feyd is not watching.

Tags: MDNI, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen Is His Own Warning, threat of smut, predator/prey, anticipation of (sexual) violence, fighting, Rabban trying to steal from Feyd, disfunctional family - the author regrets nothing

Part 5 of my 6 of my contribution to the predator/prey thrope for Kinktober of @lady-phasma - nr 1-4 are chapters of 1 story (1-3 Feyd/OC hunt related, nr 4 is the reward for our lord), and nr 5-6 is me sharing my favourite chapter that I have written to date with the hunt between Glossu Rabban/OC. The 6 bits will be posted through daily posts.

Word count: 3.7k

Based on chapter 11 of Choosing to Follow Destiny - this is my favourite chapter my darlings

She was so engulfed in this mission that she did not hear the door to the library softly opening and closing. It was only once the steps were just a few rows away that she noticed someone had come in.

She quickly pushed the book back in the cupboard and took another book in her hands. She knew Feyd-Rautha would be collecting her soon for their daily ‘fight and fuck’ session, and she did not want him to see what she had learned. The information she had was still too premature.

She was just on time to clean her traces.

Looking up, she saw a bold man. Not her bold man though. It was Rabban. The last time she had seen him, had been in Arrakis. It surprised her to see him here. She had heard whispers of him being on this planet, and she had always wanted to feel prepared to encounter him – a moment she knew was inevitable to come. However, it still took her by surprise. She had expected to see him at an event, or a meeting, or perhaps during a diner or in the hallways. But not in a place of knowledge, filled with books. He looked different from what she recalled, having seen him from the distance while he went on his rampage. He looked less mighty, older, perhaps a bit more human. As if recent past events had already left their scars on him.

She knew who he was. Probably he did not recognise her, did not know who she was or why she was here. Surely it would just be a coincidence seeing him here. Most likely, he was just seeking certain information from the library. Still, desperately wanting to get out of this situation, she went to walk past him, holding the book in front of her.

He did not say anything to her, as she reduced the distance between them step by step. She could not see whether he was looking at her, but it did not appear he had moved; either towards her or to let her pass.

As she was gearing up to leave this part of the library and circumvent him, her heart started pounding in her throat. As long as she would maintain her cool, she would surely be able to get out of there. By now, considering how he just stood still and did not communicate with her, she did not believe he would be assaulting her, although she needed to be prepared for it to happen. She should prevent acting too cool, as this could induce his anger. But also avoid acting too submissive, as this could trigger his hunting instinct. She needed to walk away with the certainty his soldiers and guards surrounded themselves with, allowing them to not draw any attention upon themselves. Neutral, she considered. Yes, a neutral approach would allow her to get out here surely.

Surely.

As she got within his reach to pass him, her heart started to beat heavier. It would be just a few steps before she would be beyond him.

Just a few steps. She kept on repeating this to herself.

Yet, he suddenly grabbed her arms and pushed her against a bookcase. She finally looked up in his eyes and saw pure rage. She had miscalculated what he would do. He knew. He somehow knew.

Rabban growled: “I am here to see the new pet Feyd brought from Arrakis. I heard you would be here.”

Before she could help herself, she said: “pet?”

He laughed: “you don't know, girl? You are only here to sooth the depraved urges of my brother.”

He thought of her as nothing more than a toy. This was not about her. This was about his brother. He did not know who she was, what she used to be, only what she was here on this planet.

She looked at him with wide open eyes, as he continued: “once he is done with you and found another toy, he will sell you to one of the pleasure houses. That is where you belong you, you Fremen rat. And what happens there is even too perverse for him.”

She gasped. Being referred to as a pet was one thing. It did not come at a surprise the Harkonnen brothers would use derogatory terms to refer to categorise others. Probably they would not address each other which much more respect. However, that the na-Baron would treat his accompanies like that, so atrocious: that was unacceptable. She could deal with a lot, but had expected him to have more honour than that.

Rabban must has seen her contempt and surprise reflected on her face as he started laughing. He bellowed as he explained: “that is what he always does. His pets are made to feel special, but don't think you are anything special little bird.” As that was not insult enough, he turned the metaphorical blade pressed in her flesh: “people here in Giedi Prime like the leftovers of their lords. They will stand in line for you, as they did with your predecessors. So don't worry. As long as you survive that, you still have value for your whore house, and will be kept alive.”

He took a second to bath in the fear her face showed: “although… some people pay extra to be the last person a whore sees while being fucked to death.”

“Fuck. You.” She responded and she tried to walk away. The first words she had uttered since coming to the library this morning. Her voice was still cold, so it came out her in a broken manner, suggesting that she felt powerless.

In no shape or form was Rabban intimidated by her or what she said. If anything, it fuelled his resolve. He liked going up against less powerful opponents, victims. Rabban wouldn't let her go: “I am happy that you offer. That is the reason I came to find you. You see, Feyd has taken something from me. And now I want to take something from him” as he moved closer to her.

While slowly glancing over her body he said: “I saw you on the training grounds. Multiple times. I saw what he did to you, how you squealed at his touch. He has broken you in well. You are his favourite entertainment.” He chuckled: “his favourite of the day. But, once another person plays with his toy, he loses all interest. And I now want to take away his favourite toy.”

His face and hold seemed to soften as he added: “don’t worry for him. He will find another slave to play with.” Glancing over her body he said: “I see why he is attracted to you. You know what, I will cut you a deal. As long as you pleasure me, obey me, submit to me, I may consider holding on to you for a while. Doesn’t that sound appealing? You will learn to love my touches.”

He was trying to intimidate her, and not doing a bad job at it. He was considerably larger than his brother; taller and heavier. With no-one here and a difficult escape she needed to fend for herself.

One of his arms moved up to grab her shoulder and push her down, as he grunted: “I am curious what makes you his favourite pet of the day. Get on your knees.”

Her heart started to race. Whatever chance there was left to make a peaceful getaway: it had evaporated. She would have given a lot to get out of this situation without a struggle in this place, but she also knew that this moment was inevitable. She would run into him, whether it was now or in the future, as nobody seemed to be taking care of him. He would find his way back to this planet, one way or another, for however long or short. He would always be seeing his brother as the root of all his misery, not to forget about how he felt about the Fremen leader that had delivered an important blow to get him ousted. Wit was not one of the traits mentioned by people when describing him, but even he would find out who she was at a certain moment. She needed to be prepared to face her destiny. She would be the one resolving the problems Harkonnen leadership had caused.

As his other arm moved to open his trousers in order to humiliate her in the sanctity of this womb of knowledge, she used the moment to swiftly move her arm alongside the inner part of his arm that was resting on her shoulder, in order to push it out of the way. She took the book she was still holding in both hands, shoved it into the bottom of his chin and wacked the side of his face with it. Closed quarter battle was something she was trained for in the rock formations of Arrakis, allowing her to throw a painful punch without much room. He took a step back, giving her just enough room to grab her daggers from under her jacket and get in a fighting position.

He looked at her: “so it is true.” His eyes had widened a bit as he touched his face. He did not bother to put his trousers back in order. He was clearly taken aback, and processing what had just happened.

“What… is true? Beast” she spat at him. She still did not know what to expect. Although she had always experienced him as very predictable in his strategies, the difficulty with people like him is that their actions can be very hard to predict. They don’t always think and act rational. This by themselves makes them more challenging adversaries.

“That you are a Fremen fighter. He really has outdone himself now. So, what do you do? Does he need to fight you before he can fuck you? Is that how he gets you to serve him? I can do that. Come here!” he growled with force. Through his bombastic chest he managed to create a deep impressive sound. Probably another trait carried by his genes.

She stared at him in distain: “is that all you got?” She was truly flabbergasted. She had anticipated he would have found it out by now, connected the dots. But still, it did not click. He disappointed her, even still. It triggered her anger: “I shouldn’t be surprised. You are a failure who is too scared for the battle ground. Running around, shouting and no action.” She gasped quickly and continued, as every second that she spat at him would hopefully bring him more out of balance, allowing her room to manoeuvre: “the only thing you do is slaughtering the people you should protect. I should have accepted the offer you cried from the city walls of Arrakeen and take you out of your misery a long time ago. That would have been better for everyone involved.”

Rabban was thinking, his voice increasing and his eyes nearly popping from his head as he spilled his thoughts: “no. It cannot be. You are the Fremen leader rat that attacked me? You are in my own home? He brought that piece of vermin into my own home? I heard the rumours and could not believe he actually did that.” He grabbed his head as he continued to shout: “captured by him, is what was said.” His head started to move violently around: “no, no, no. No, that is not true. You are part of the plot! You are the whore who helped him take Arrakis from me! You have planned this, together with him. And now he is fucking you to taunt me!”

“Just my luck that I find his little bitch here, all by herself, unprotected. I will fuck you to death at this very spot and dump your body in his bed” he screamed as his rage started coming up. He launched himself at her.

The moment she knew would come, now or in the future: it had come. She was smaller yet quicker and managed to dodge him just on time. He was like the buffalo, she had read about in ancient scriptures: once it finds its anger, it will place its head down and advance, not being able to be stopped by anything but lethal force. As she could not provide lethal force, not yet, the only thing she could do was dart away. The bookcase stopped his attack and also prevented him from falling, as she sliced the flesh of his arm. She had drawn blood, causing him to get madder and madder.

Her arms were quite short, so she needed to be careful. She was looking for a way to get past him. Escape would not be possible, as this isle only had one exit. An exit he was blocking with his humongous body. The bookshelves reached to the ceiling, so she could not escape through there to find a better location to fight him. She needed to get him enraged even more, so that he would let his guard down and she could attack him.

She decided to hit him where it hurt most. “All you Harkonnen warlords are pests. But you, you are a parody of your name. Of your brother. You are not half the man he is, and you know that. Everybody knows that.”

She saw his pale head getting red of anger. Veins in his neck starting to become increasingly visible. What she threw at him was causing him pain. She decided to throw more oil onto the fire: “and yes, he fucks me after we fight. And we fight after we fuck. We fuck while we fight. We fight while we fuck, if you care to know. I could speak for hours about the pleasure he brings me. I would never let you though. You do not compare to him. I cannot imagine any woman to ever be willing to be near you, unless forced under punishment of death. That must be horrible, having your younger brother being pursued by all these women while you just chase them away.”

“Silence bitch. I will silence you by choking you on my cock!” he screamed. His eyes were shooting in all directions towards her. As if to find a weak point he could attack. She knew he could not find anything, nothing he could not have already seen in any case. Nothing new.

She continued to taunt him, now using a melodious tone, almost like she was singing: “you were defeated by a woman. By me. I pushed you on your knees and exiled you from Arrakis. A failure is what you are. And it did not even take me that much effort, because you were too stupid to get your shit together. All the money, power and resources in the universe, and the only thing you could kill were babies. Here, do you want one of my daggers? Because that may even the odds for you a bit.” As if she was cuddling an angry toddler having a tantrum.

This was too much for him. He stopped thinking and started to throw punches at her, driving her to the wall behind her. A few landed. He had power, which started to take a toll on her. It was difficult for her to stab him, as he easily blocked her. But every time he did that, she managed to make a cut, however small or big.

He needed to get her drop the weapons, so he tried getting a hold of her hands. With a bit of effort and struggle he managed to get hold of one. She was taken by surprise. She did not expect him to take such a risk, and especially not to succeed. He now believed he would have the upper hand and get her to submit to him.

And this would have changed the balance a bit, if he would know what he was doing, and she would not be trained. But that was not the case, as her reflex was to twist her hand and slashed his wrist with the weapon she held in that hand in the process. He would have known about this, if he would have truly observed her fights with his brother. Quickly withdrawing her hand and slashing his chest before retreating and reaching in to cut again. It was all not much as she couldn't get too nearby him. It was not enough to kill him. But, it was enough to drain him.

Perhaps he knew his time was running out, perhaps he stopped thinking entirely and acted on instinct alone, as he bombarded himself in her reach to grab her throat. He was not trained to fight like this, while she would not be going down easily. Again, he was successful in his attempt, now getting hold of her neck. This allowed him to try to push her to the floor to get her to relinquish the weapons. Getting out of this position would prove more difficult.

But she could not relinquish her weapons, as it was a major element in allowing her to balance the odds between them. It would never be an option. Losing was never an option, not against him. She had too much to revenge to not win, and too much to lose if he would win. She felt quick flowing lava filling her veins allowing her to tap into new energy. Everything he had threatened her with, was recalled. Taunting her to be sold off inferior to cattle. This triggered her memories to the most important reason she fled the orphanage when she was young. She remembered how her friends, her family, her people: all slaughtered by his hands, by his incompetence. The suffering he had caused. The pain. The fear she had lived in to encounter him here on this planet.

She would not be having this. She would win. She needed to win. She would be victorious. He was too pathetic to allow her to lose against him.

She let herself fall to the ground, causing disbalance in him. He either needed to let her go or fall with her. With the motion in place, he needed to decide instantly. He did the former, causing him to release her as expected, exposing his legs without any protection.

He did not see coming what she was planning to do. Ever step he took showed how ill prepared he was. It was an insult to this house he belonged to. It was an insult to his brother, however much she may detest him at times.

She made a deep cut in one of his legs, pushed herself away and leaped up while looking at him. She needed to catch her breath, but also knew he would be using any opportunity of inaction on her side to come for her. So, she decided she needed continued to cut, to stab, plenishing her stamina with quick superficial breaths.

A last push to resolve this discussion. Her heart was beating so hard. Sweat was dripping down her back. Ever single fibre in her body was tense. Her senses were at their peak. She had never been in such a physically draining situation. Her hands tied to her weapons. The weapons tied to her body. They were one. Her hands had become blades.

Her barrage was enough to get him to take steps back. Where she was tapping into new energy, energy started to drain from him. He was losing the one thing that would give him the upper hand: his strength.

He stumbled.

This was her moment. The moment she had been waiting for. The moment that could turn the tables for ever. He had made the grave mistake of allowing her room. Room she would not use to escape, but to end all if this. She used it to leap behind him and climb his back.

He did not know what was happening. It was all too foreign to him. She had done something similar before with his brother, while he had abducted her, who knew that he needed to get up and crash his back into a wall. That was the best way to get her to relinquish her position. But he did not know what to do. He was not trained for this, he could not think clearly, he was a giant ready to fall.

While she was mounted to his back, holding on to him with her legs and by grabbing his coat, she started to stab him. The knifes held by her hands slithered into the fairly soft tissue that formed his fat covered muscle. In and out did her blade go, with every stroke racking up more blood to escape his body. It would have become more difficult to hold her daggers, if they had not been so excellently designed by the order of his brother.

He knew he needed to start to protect his head and his neck, as he would otherwise lose more important parts of his body, so he threw the only thing he had to sacrifice into the battle: his arms and his hands. It did help to protect his vital parts, but it came at a cost. Soon, his hands, arms and shoulders were covered in cuts.

Meanwhile, she felt her arms getting tired, but the knives were so well polished that the main thing that drained her was lifting her arms and not so much the pushing or slashing motion. Apart from that: she was on a rampage with nearly unlimited energy.

Everything became red before her eyes, in her head. She had lost herself. She too stopped thinking and followed what she was dictated to do by her gut.

He needed to die here and now.

She stabbed and stabbed and stabbed. She sliced, she cut, she chopped.

This would now end.

She was controlled by basic brutal instinct.

This could go on for ages. She lost track of time. It felt like it went on for ages.

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towriteloveontheirarms · 2 days ago

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Cause the Stranger is waiting prologue

part 1 of ? || series masterlist || Backstory II next part

synopsis: Being forced into the new living situation that she is, Alenna has to learn to deal with a lot of change. And a certain prince.

warnings: use of OC, Aemond low key being an asshole lol, mentions of injury, mentions of minor character death

word count: 3k

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A/N: I can´t say how long it´s been since I started planning this... but nevertheless we are here. And I can´t post this without thanking both @legitalicat and @zaldritzosrose the friends who heped me so much it is actually insane! I love you two so much <3

Dividers by me

Aemond was known for being an impatient and petulant child. At times it felt like everyone feared him, taking into consideration how they treated him even at the ripe age of eight years old. Or perhaps it was simply because he was a son of the king. Either way, despite having most things handed to him as any prince would, he was unusually talented in the training court. Those were the two things she learned about Aemond as a first impression when she arrived at the Red Keep with her father. The complete opposite to his older brother who no one failed to warn her about.

Alenna did not care for the castle or any of its inhabitants. She did not know the princes or their sister who was rarely talked about, or the city and she did not care to do so any time soon. She understood that her father could not refuse the call to become the assistant to the master of coin if it was expected of him. Yet she could not understand why that included her having to pack up all that was near and dear to her and move with him. And so, at the very wise age of seven years, she could protest his choice of taking her away from her family and all she had known by locking herself in her new chambers for days on end. Refusing to eat or follow any of her father´s ordered lessons. Not that it works other than weakening herself. Her resolve is strong though up until earning a very nasty letter from Highgarden, asking why she had to be so difficult. If she were so blind to see the opportunities this would grant her as well as the family. So, against her wishes and just past a tenday she, very unwillingly, gives up her protest. Not that the constant smell of shit coming from the city helped her eat. Despite her hunger nor did the constant noise around help her wish to leave her rooms any more than she was forced too already.

The chambers are safe. No one questions why she is in the keep and what her right was to be there to begin with or ask her any other questions. No one talks.

But Alenna can´t lie to herself that she wishes to leave. Generally, back to the life she knew, but also leave her rooms. After refusing for so long, because leaving meant to finally fully acknowledge the change imposed on her, there is no hiding the fact that it is a lonely existence. Writing letters in hopes to keep up friendships that had long felt like they were moving on. Letters that have become fewer and further between in too short of a time. Speaking to Septas and maids and the seven almost exclusively. It rouses an intrinsic pull in the pit of her stomach. To leave relative safety for as far as she could and explore the foreign walls. And though Alenna must be honest with herself and admit to the uncomfortable tingling in her limbs that begs her to go back, to her throat closing up and her eyes burning more with every step. Unrelenting until she returns to the only space that she really knows. The skin on the pads of her fingers irritated to an angry red from scraping them against the rough stone to make big circles around the lords, ladies and servants walking past her. Hurting as the skin gets almost scraped off.

The following day she makes it further already. And the day following that she manages to get into the library. Getting lost in the quiet between the large shelves filled with tomes and scrolls plenty. Risking a look around she sits down with a tome on the histories of Westeros. Sinking into it so far, she does not realise the lavender gaze watching her frame. Unblinking, untrusting, yet interested at the same time.

It is dark when she walks back and though servants still bustle through the hallways, barely sparing the girl a single glance.

The same lavender eyes follow her around every chance they have from that day on. Looking away just in the last seconds before hers could meet them. Allowing him to go unnoticed until Alenna starts to spend more time around the training court. Sitting to herself on the sidelines on a bench with some of the young dogs that were also still in training. The puppies provide a source of calm and activity to fill long days. An albeit fragile sense of company.

The first time their eyes meet is right there. In the training court. Alenna is in her usual spot while the princes and their nephews are practicing their sword play. The loud clunks of steel against steel from the king’s guard in the background fill the yard as their wooden swords hit straw puppets. The knight instructing them yells to be heard over the surrounding noise. And as she looks around, the girl’s brown eyes meet the lavender ones of the young prince Aemond Targaryen across the court. He stands there with his arms hanging to his sides as he waits for his turn at the straw puppet. His eyes trained on her, squinted slightly to see her form more clearly. Takes in the Auburn hair that hangs in waves around her soft body. Held out of her face by two strands being braided and pinned to the back of her head. The fair skin like peaches and cream standing against the sunflower yellow of her dress. At the same time, she takes in his lighter frame, the silvery blond waves that about reached his shoulders and the breastplate glinting in the bit of sunlight breaking through the clouds overhead. Shining onto his from exercise reddened face. They hold the eye contact for just a moment. Before each focusing back on what they were doing before. There is not a single feeling stirring inside either, but a quiet understanding. They had noticed another.

Conversely it would take another while for them to meet again. On one of her visits to the library. It is the middle of the day, which usually allowed her some privacy there, yet Alenna is surprised to see another person had made her way there before her.

“Y-your highness.” The girl curtsies, bowing her head like she had been taught.

Though when she looks up the young prince seems more startled to hear another person’s voice out of seemingly nowhere than anything else. His eyes are rimmed red, yet it is hard to tell if it is from dusty tomes or a different reason entirely.

“And you are?” Aemond inquires in a quiet tone.

“Lady Alenna of house Tyrell.” She bows her head again, feeling the tell-tale signs of her cheeks warming up, most likely flushed a light shade of pink already.

“What are you doing here?” He pierces her with a detached look in his eyes.

“I… I came here to read…” Alenna´s voice quirks upwards in caution.

“Are you inquiring or stating this?” The boy chuckles, clearly enjoying having the upper hand in this conversation.

“I am stating it.” She replies infinitesimally more assured, willing the ground to crack open and swallow her whole should the conversation continue like this any longer.

“If you say so.” Aemond returns to burying his face in the book in front of him, leaving Alenna to stand there cluelessly. Then he waves her off with a final “Fine.”

There are some choice words burning at the tip of her tongue as Alenna looks at him for a moment longer, swallowing them harshly, lest she make a commotion. She knows it likely would only serve his amusement anyway. Subsequently, she steps away. Going back to what she intended to do. Only with just a little less mind to focus on it compared to before.

Aemond´s presence however continues to vex her at every turn. His smugness is something that churns a pit deep in her stomach. Every comment, every little look she catches him on, all of it. His entire being. And any awareness of his place in society did not help that churning feeling at all. And no matter what time she looked for the library or the training court the young prince is there before her. Until, for once, he is not.

Alenna almost does not dare to celebrate her victory. Even less so, when Aemond trails in long after her. There is a shift in the air as he does. His back isn´t quite as straight as it is usually. His arms hang by his side and his usual purposeful and prideful stride is anything but what you are used to seeing. The look in his eyes tells you to shut up before you could even take a breath and open your mouth to what he assumes is going to be payback for his treatment of you. This version of him could almost be worth the try to befriend him. But she knows better than to say something to him with that glint so very present in those pools of lavender. Yet in a weird way it felt nice to not be alone. Aemond had been mean at times, sure, but the two of you also spent a lot more time in closer co-existence than anticipated at first. It was hard not to feel some twisted sort of compassion for the prince.

“Why do you spend so much time in here anyway? Do you not have other ladies to play with or whatever it is you do?” He asks the condescending questions with the aloofness quickly recovering from whatever happened previously.

It is unsurprising. Almost unoriginal of a comment at this point. Not worth losing her mind over, except this time it is. The way he switches his demeanour so effortlessly, makes it hard for Alenna to hold her tongue any longer. No matter how unseemly it was for a girl and how much more power he held. In that moment he could have been the personification of the seven who are one himself.

“And what of yourself? Should a prince of house Targaryen not pass his time by training with the sword or whatever it is you do?” The way his face hardens for a moment at the mockery, has her question if she had not gone too far, no matter if she regretted it or not.

She didn´t, forbid herself to, but for the first time she sees an undeniably real emotion. Two of them, warring behind darkening lavender. Anger and hurt at the same time. A storm of energy brews inside her soft body. Her heart races to pump adrenaline through it. Ready to run should his anger win the fight. The silence wears on thickly and heavily. Hesitant to let up even as Aemond’s stance, though still rigid, relaxed ever so slightly. Things quieten down infinitesimally after that. It´s a fragile peace, but a kind of peace nonetheless. And in the farthest sense of the word over time even a kind of friendship. Though a sense togetherness might have been more accurate to call it.

News of the tragedy that befalls the Lady Laena Velaryon in Pentos seems to shake even the Red Keep. Alenna hadn´t known her or her daughters, but she imagines they were taking the news considerably. All she knew beside that was that one day talk about her passing coursed through the halls of the keep and the next Aemond along with the rest of the royal family were gone. Assuredly having left for Driftmark to attend the funeral procession.

And what they bring back when they return, is more rumours, of what happened to cause the state that they return in and one more massive dragon that most definitely had not accompanied them when they had left. Yet reality looks even worse than rumours could have ever prepared Alenna for.

On the eve of their return, Aemond lays in his bed, not having been seen around the Keep all day. His head turned away from the door through which she enters the chambers, but the air smells sickly, giving away something truly went wrong while he was away. It was hard to see much more aside from that. The low glow of candlelight only adds to the heavy atmosphere in the room. Pressing down on both of their bodies like a bedsheet filled with rocks. The capacity of which she couldn't possibly have guessed.

“I thought I said I wished to be alone.” It isn't a question; it is a statement.

Or rather more a demand to obey his wish that leaves his lips when the door closes behind her. Her back pressed against the hardwood.

“I merely had to see if they were true. The rumours.” Alenna breathes the words out.

Aemond's head whips around almost immediately at this to glare at her. Flickering over his face is a light shadow, urging Alenna to take a few more tentative steps towards the bed. The irritated, red skin over the left side of his face is the thing she notices first. Then the sickly-sweet scent of balms and ointments really hits her nostrils and that is when her eyes flicker towards the threads holding together the slash in the skin where his eye once sat.

The sight of it alone fills Alenna with dread. One of her hands flying up to cover her mouth, eyes widening, as a gasp pierces the silence.

“You have seen it now.” He hisses in response, a flash of agony rushes over his face as he does.

There is a dark circle under his remaining eye, only worsened by the low lighting.

“I…” The words of apology get stuck in Alenna´s throat.

“Do not… apologize.” He growls. “The last thing I need is your pity.”

“Of course. I shall leave you to rest then.” Alenna bows her head to him and then with a pace as fast as is seemly leaves the prince´s rooms. Her auburn hair flowing after her like a silk curtain.

The interaction leaves a bitter taste on her tongue. Questions flood her mind, and anger begins to course through her. Something had obviously gone wrong. It is unknown to her what happened but the bitter taste wanders downwards, like poison corrupting her blood. Aemond had become the closest thing she had to a friend since arriving in King's Landing and whoever hurt him, she wanted to see hurt as well. Especially if the injury had any relation to that mountain of a dragon that now rested outside of the Keep. Much too big for the dragon pit.

And yet she was rendered unable to act on her thoughts. Left to attend to Aemond, who was still reluctant to let anyone beside his mother in. That cold, nauseating swirl never quite vanishing from her stomach.

“Why are you constantly hovering over me? I am still very capable of taking care of myself.” Aemond lashed out one afternoon.

He had always been quick to be a little rash with her, but it had been a while since he had been this disagreeable. It shocks Alenna into silence beside him. The atmosphere suddenly tense, as if he had physically struck her across the face. Alenna´s mind is sent reeling as she has to force herself to answer.

“I am aware that you are capable of taking care of yourself.” She begins slowly, thinking each word over twice. “But you should not have to.”

“What does it matter anyway? I gained a dragon…” The prince´s voice raises ever so slightly in volume and pitch.

“… Vhagar is the largest dragon in the world…” The red headed girl beside him continues the speech for him. Having heard it often enough by now. “Is this a jest to you?” Aemond swiftly cuts her off.

“It is not, but it seems to be to you. Seeing how light-heartedly you regard the serious injury you took away from it.” Alenna argues back.

“What does it matter to you?” Disbelief tinges the question.

“It matters quite a lot to me because I care about you. For some twisted reason.” She speaks the obvious. “All this time we spent in each other’s presence… It made you important to me. Which makes me dislike seeing you hurt very much.”

Silence lays over them again. Only broken by their irregular breathing. Affected by the emotions boiling in both of their bloodstreams. Aemond´s eye flickers with something Alenna can´t name before the storm brewing behind it calms, and something else takes over. It is a strange feeling, to have her feelings about him hanging out in the open. But it also feels good. As if it was what they both needed.

Taking care of Aemond is much easier from then on. He is much less disagreeable with the idea of having her around. It eases both of their loneliness in a way. Only when the pain in the empty eye socket would take over, he would still lash out at her. Every once in a while. Mostly to refuse the poppy milk she offered to call for when it became too much to handle. But she couldn´t be cross with him for having a reaction to something he couldn´t control. Not when the only alternative seemed to be to constantly cloud his mind. And the wound healed well even without it. As well as it could anyway. Leaving him able to go back to his training and regular life. Though now there was one more spectator when the young princes trained their sword play or when Aemond trained alone with Ser Criston Cole. Always standing in the back but standing out against the dull colours of the court like a light in her dresses that seemingly refused to ever conform to courtly trends. And though quiet, cheering just a little harder than everyone else on his successes. Growing closer steadily.

So often, on long days and even longer nights, they would swear to each other that they would never leave the other´s side. Oaths the gravity of which they would only understand years later.

#aemond #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #prince aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #aemond x original female character #hotd oc #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #oc fic #oc fanfiction

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stcries · 7 months ago

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grunkle stan's halloween palooza!

what's that sound? is that your bones quaking, or perhaps it's the music blaring in your ears. you approach a run down shack in the middle of the woods, adorned with intricate decorations, lights and sounds. enter if you dare, or can pay the ridiculous entry fee.

event run by cola ( @stcries ) view beneath read more for information.

the event will take place during the last week of october, from the 24th to the 31st. the event will start based off nz/gmt+12 timezone. this gives everyone enough time to prepare any resources they may need for the event, and also makes sure the event goes into the actual spooky date itself.

to make this event fair for everybody, those of you who have multiple muses, muns can only choose two muses to enter the event and no more than that. it gives everyone a chance to interact with different characters without worrying about too many duplicates.

anybody is allowed to participate as long as your muse has a gravity falls au/verse. canon characters, ocs, other characters from different series, everybody is welcome as long as the interaction seems plausible enough. given how mysterious monsters seem to show up on the regular in gravity falls, there's bound to be some spooky faces at this party.

nobody is obligated to interact with you. if you want interactions, it's better to reach out to people and start things then to wait for people to come to you. this event is all about having fun, so please, let's try to make everybody feel as included as possible.

if your muse is attending the party, grunkle stan has made it a rule that everybody must wear a costume. if you are going to participate in this event, you must make at least one post detailing your character's chosen outfit. describe it in written words, use aesthetic photos, or you could even draw it if you so please. this is simply for everyone to use as a visual reference when interacting with you.

awards will be given to the best costumes at the end of the event, one for the best dressed, and the other for the most creative outfit concept/idea. these will be sketches of your muse in their respective outfit by yours truly. please don't be discouraged if you do not win, this is all for good fun, and it means no disrespect to the effort you put in.

there will be daily activities that people are welcome to participate in. these will be games such as bobbing for apples, pumpkin carving, spin the bottle, face painting, perhaps even a dance competition. stay tuned to find out the schedule.

in order for everyone to easily keep track of the event, please use the tag "grunkle stan's halloween palooza" on your ic and reference posts when participating.

if you plan on participating in this event, please like/reblog this post and help spread the word. the more people at the party, the better! stan's spent a lot of money on this afterall, and he'd hate for it to go to waste.

if there are any questions you have, don't hesitate to reach out to me via dms or discord. this is my first time running an event like this, so i'm sure a few things are bound to slip through the cracks.

#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . AUTHOR OF THE STARS ❝ ooc. ❞#event: grunkle stan's halloween palooza #it's been years since i've hosted an event like this #AND LEMME SAY I'M BEYOND EXCITED #please if you're interested in participating reblog this post!!!#i know i'm posting this way too early in the month but i want people to be made aware early on

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nightdustfallen · 1 year ago

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Finally made a ref sheet lol if any of ya'll needed a bit more of a full view to draw em here it is, as well as the accurate non-shadowed colors By the way, you can use the tag "nightly.art" to see all of my art if you dont want to dig thru all of the other art (of lovely and talented people) that i regularly reblog

Which i suppose also segways into an introductory pinned post? perhaps

Well im Nightdust!! my main fursona is this guy above me, he is called Nightdust Fallen, he is a breed of a husky and a wolf, making him extremely fluffy and puffy! The reason for his name is by the fact that (in my head canon or lore) he came from a bunch of fallen space star dust, hence why he likes space so much and staring at the stars, he also has some sort of ice magic i havent fully fleshed out yet, one thing i can say tho is that when he sneezes, he does it softly and he puffs out small ice snowflakes and can freeze things he touches he is also supposed to wear glasses like me but i suck at drawing those and forgot to include them here anyway so

He is very shy, doesnt talk much but is very protective of his very close friends and would do anything to protect them and make sure they're safe, he is a femboy (of course), enjoys listening to calm relaxing music and high octane electronic music at times, is a gamer, likes cuddling up in bed and i think that's it

It also doubles up as a self description of myself so yeah lol Still tho feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions or anything, with that said onwards to more personal stuff

I enjoy drawing obviously, but i also enjoy cooking stuff and origami, i play a lot of roblox usually to pass time but a game i really got into is "Voices of the Void" i really recommend but it's not for everyone, i like the game's concept and how detailed the space is there. For some reason, a lot of the time i am cold, my hands, feet, nose and limbs overall are very cold which is why i thought about giving my oc some ice magic thing. I am taken, in a relationship with my cutie bunny bf, and my sexuality is bisexual. As said before i do not talk much since im not the social type and usually freeze up or dont know what to say, hence why sometimes i take a long time to respond to something or my response is "dry" or not full of much emotion since i dont really know what to say or feel like im annoying if i talk too much. If you read thru all of that and get here then reply with the word bean so i know you're a true one hehe. I also often wait for others to start the conversation rather than me starting since i again, feel like i would bother the other person or like i could distract them if they are doing something

Anyways i believe that is pretty much it, thank for reading all of this if you did, and i probably didnt mention lots of details i should have but they arent coming to my mind right now

#nightly.art #art #drawing #furry art #furry #digital art #artists on tumblr #furry sfw #oc reference #reference sheet #introductory post #introducing myself #pinned post

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wishforhome · 2 months ago

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wip ... thursday?

so i already posted a WIP yesterday but then i got tagged by both @nirikeehan and @asexualtabris and we all know I will take ANY excuse to share WIPs.

I already tagged people yesterday, so no tags today.

This is a little drabble I started about my OC Vero de Riva and @mxssful's OC Rosa de Riva, imagining them both as Viago's protégés simultaneously and how that dynamic would work. This was kind of a precursor to the band AU, and perhaps some day I will get back to it.

480 words | mature | shades of viago/vero/rosa

Viago watches them together, these two opposite creatures – Rosa all jagged edges and chaos while Vero is smooth lines and careful precision. Two strange animals that stalk his halls, one shadow and one flame. Somehow it works. He is not sure how, but it works.

Rosa is a bad influence. The worst influence. And probably also the best. He notices the way Vero watches her, somehow both wary and quietly fond. The way they clear their throat when Rosa tells a joke. Not laughing, but something in their eyes that says they want to. Sometimes, from his office, he hears them – a soft chuckle somewhere down the hall in response to the low, scratchy timbre of Rosa's voice.

Sometimes, after nights where neither of them come to his bed, he will find them in Vero's room. They curl around each other like a pair of cats, their heads tucked close together on the same pillow, both breathing into the thin space between them. There is an urge - almost unidentifiable, certainly unspeakable – to settle between them on the mattress, not to keep them apart but to pull them each close.

This is not at all what he had intended.

There is a day when he sends them together to send a particular problem – to eliminate a threat, a rival coming up behind him. When they return, they are both covered head-to-toe in blood, as though they have rolled around in it. Vero has the dignity to look sheepish, though he can't put his finger on what it is in their expression that makes them seem so contrite. Rosa simply seems pleased as she empties trinkets from her pockets, as though she has gotten exactly what she wanted. Not the treasures she has absconded with, but something else, both less tangible and more valuable.

After, they both disappear into the bathing room – together, because they do so many things together, now, and he realizes he does not know exactly when that started (he should know the date and the time, he thinks) – and he hears Rosa's laughter and Vero's soft chuckle and the splash of water and he wonders what they get up to when he is not there to watch them.

It bothers him that there is anything between them that does not involve him (it doesn't bother him, it's fine, he insists to himself, and knows he is lying), that they should have their own relationship, their own secret language of looks and whispers and gestures that they have not taught him. He had put them together, and now sometimes they exclude him, and he is outnumbered, which is somehow only worse when Teia is there.

"Look at them," Teia sometimes says, and Viago is always looking, he sees, he does not need to be told. "Aren't they sweet?"

It is not the word he would use.

Unsettling, maybe.

#wip wednesday #viago de riva #oc: vero de riva #oc: rosa de riva #rook de riva #antivan crows #viago x rook #rook x viago #rookiago #viarook

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parallel-play-fanfic · 1 month ago

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What is this?

This is a Danganronpa, self-ship fanfic and retelling of SDR2: Goodbye Despair written by @my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda.

Full Title: Sensitive Hearts in Parallel Play

Quick summary: Autistic/Adhd queer kids form a friendship and eventual wlw romance despite being in a killing game. Non-despair au, mutual pining slowburn romance, humor, hurt/comfort, eventual OC x (trans girl) Kazuichi Soda

---- I made a new version of this summary post because I decided Kazuichi changes her name to Kazumi, and also changed my own name/pronouns (Maxwell, bigender girl-boy, it/he/maybe she pronouns) while writing this story.

Long version of the summary, and long notes/reoccurring themes/potential triggers for this story at the bottom (I will also mention any triggers in the story at the top of posts for every time of relevance, so it’s okay to skip this post as long as you heed the trigger warnings on the top of each part of the story)

Maxwell Parker (who starts off as “Zoey”), the Ultimate Cartoonist with a superhero complex, wakes up with the rest of its class on a deserted island and is told to make friends with everybody. He realizes quickly that his autism and adhd might make this difficult, so it decides to enlist the help of a neurotypical student who can be a guide to help it make all the friends, navigate confusing social situations, and understand what is happening around it. For this guide, it chooses none other than…Kazuichi Soda.

Despite the Ultimate Mechanic not exactly being the expert in normal socializing (or perhaps because of this) the two end up forming the start of a friendship: right on time for Monokuma to show up and turn the “heart-throbbing school trip” into his signature killing game!

…Though, Monokuma is forced to skirt around an annoying new rule that he can’t punish the Blackened with violence or death. But Monokuma insists that the killing game is still on! He continues to torment the students, specifically two promising Blackeneds-in-the-making: Mahiru Koizumi and Max Parker, who both have big secrets, their lives on the line, and a potential to kill.

But Max fights to keep itself alive as he clings onto his friendship (and budding crush) on his new best friend.

Meanwhile, Kazuichi’s friendship with Maxwell leads to some realizations about…herself. Not quite ready to come out as a trans girl, Kazumi constantly flip-flops between her newfound queer identity she can express with her also-queer friend Max, and the tough guy act that she puts on for everyone else. And she’s not sure where her obsession with Sonia Nevermind is supposed to fit in with all of this. Because she obviously has a crush on Sonia Nevermind (she thinks?), but, she also might have a crush on Max? Why does everything have to be confusing?

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Other Important Notes in the story, this has some plot details but I think it’s relevant for triggers and knowing what the fanfic gets into:

The fanfic is mostly humor (a lot of cringe comedy), but there are some reoccurring themes that get heavy…

Maxwell is depressed/has intrusive thoughts/is suicidal (I will always give bold warnings on the top of the posts where this is relevant to the scenes and make relevant tags, you will not be thrown into anything triggering without warning, I promise.)

(Self-harm mention!) While Max doesn’t cut himself, he does things like neglect his needs (e.g. letting himself get too hungry) and sometimes act recklessly knowing something could kill him, and that can be disturbing. I’ll always give warnings for this stuff being in posts as well.

This oc is my self-insert. I was depressed/suicidal as a teenager, but I am no longer depressed/suicidal and my intrusive thoughts are fewer and more manageable. You don’t have to worry about me bc of this fanfic. I chose to process the feelings (not based on real events, but just feelings of loneliness and trouble making friends as a neurodivergent teen) through this fanfic.

No family drama in this fic: not that it didn’t exist, more like I don’t wanna write about it, so it may get mentioned if relevant but no flashbacks/long stories about it and it’s mostly irrelevant to the fanfic. This goes for both Kazumi’s and Max’s families. I don’t even want to see Kazumi’s dad, let alone draw him.

Kazumi is in the closet for most of this fanfic (and Kazumi doesn’t know she can be a girl in the beginning) so expect a lot of he/him pronouns/misgenderings bc she’s still in the closet. The same might apply to Max too but not sure yet. I’ll give warnings for any transphobia, though I don’t have any plans for characters being transphobic. Most of them are either accepting or Fuyuhiko (hella confused but too awkward to make a confrontation about it, but he comes around).

This fic does have a lot of internalized transphobia though, for both Kazumi and Max.

Max and Kazumi character growth and long conversations and just hanging out together fluff.

Teruteru is a recurring character and I write him as sort of a bastard (/affectionate). Actually writing him as a “lovable pervert” compelled me. So he is kind of a mom friend and a sexual harasser at the same time. The characters are put off by him but I find him funny.

Mahiru is sort of an antagonist because when I first played the game I found her annoying and sexist. Still, I try to write her in-character, and I’ve come to like her better through writing this fic and forcing her to confront the past, so I believe in character growth for her (and Nagito too!) To be fair, Max also has his annoying moments here, and most of them are around its (sometimes ridiculous) conflicts with Mahiru. For one thing, Maxwell thinks Mahiru taught Hiyoko to be a bully. This is how Maxwell misunderstands the situation but is still a character calling Mahiru out on some stuff other characters let her get away with.

Mahiru and Nagito friendship.

Lot of “will they or won’t they” with Max and Kazumi even though it is obvious as hell where it’s all going. It’s like they are eternally in a contest to see who can be more obvious about their crush and who can be more oblivious to the other’s crush. They’re both winning (which means losing) for like half the fanfic, maybe more than half?

Boob focus in the humor and the gender dysphoria (Max has a character development arc about his chest. You can laugh, it’s meant to be funny, though keep in mind the author actually does have chest dysphoria).

I like writing “cringe comedy”, ridiculous conversations/scenarios, characters (and their conversations) leading the plot, and foreshadowing.

This fanfic gets fucking bonkers and please let me know what moments made you go “Wait, what the fuck?!”

#parallel play #kazuichi soda #kazuichi souda #sdr2 #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #fanfic #maxwell parker #kazumi soda #danganronpa oc

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borealiscuriosities · 3 months ago

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"Hey, you! Welcome to Borealis Curiosities! Please, come in."

"Are you looking for an antique you didn't know you needed or a gem with a specific meaning? Perhaps it's a tarot reading you're after. Whatever your soul seeks, we have..."

Aurora is a young adult with an oddity shop within Linkon City. Despite her darker aesthetic and craving to explore the unknown, her soul is like sunshine, bubbly with a caring heart.

More about Aurora here

*Please remember that behind every character blog is a person.*

Here are some things you'll need to know before interacting with Aurora:

NSFW content

MNDI. Mun and muse are 21+. There might be suggestive content at some point. It has a special tags that is listed in the next section. NSFW roleplay plots will usually be kept to DMs. Dirty ask prompts may be started on the timeline, though if they get to a certain point, I will ask to do it in private.