#sometimes I miss written RP :/

[fioiswriting]

The sea and the fire

“Fire and water looked so lovely together. It was a pity they destroyed each other by nature.” - R.F Kuang

Summary : when you're married to your childhood sweetheart who becomes your enemy and you get lost in the terrible maze of politics.

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Rating : None for now, will be explicit 18+ later MDNI

Pairing : Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon/Strong!niece!Reader (There will be some Cregan Stark x Reader later)

TW :  none for now except not proofread. TW will be added as the story progresses.

Words count : 4408

AN : Hi everyone!! I hope you're all doing well. So, MONTHS later, I've finally decided to post chapter 2. Sorry for the wait.

[About this story This fanfiction is inspired by an RP I started with my girlfriend (@irmawrites, go check her work) in early 2023, which is still ongoing. My girlfriend writes for her OC (who is the daughter of Viserys and Alicent) as well as for Aemond and Cregan, while I write for my OC (who is the daughter of Rhaenyra) as well as for Aegon and Cole mostly. This fanfiction doesn't cover exactly the same events, I've changed some things, added some others and omitted some. But it follows the main storyline. The character of Irma is a nod to my girlfriend and is based on another of her OCs (Alicent's niece). I'm keen to turn this story into fanfiction and I hope you'll like it! ❤️ I know there's a ton of fanfiction out there based on the Aemond x Rhaenyra's daughter trope. If you don't like it, if you feel uncomfortable, or if you've read too much of it, I'd suggest you read another fanfiction written by one of the many talented authors on this platform ❤️ The story will unfold in several arcs, with the first arc building up the relationship between the reader and Aemond. The tone is therefore lighter. The following arcs (which I can't wait to get to!!) will gradually introduce a lot more angst (my favourite thing to write). The tone will be radically different. Overall, the fanfiction will sometimes be based on elements of the book, and sometimes on the show, with my own interpretations. Please bear in mind that my dialogue will sound very "modern" because I struggle to write medieval dialogue in English, as it's not my mother tongue.]

Also English is not my first language, so sorry for the grammar mistakes !! 

After all that talk, ENJOY <3

Chapter 2 : Familiarity

There was a sense of renewed familiarity. 

You had regained your childhood bedroom and with it your landmarks. Of course, you still missed Dragonstone. And that could seem strange to some - Dragonstone was just a damp cave, a pile of stones perched on a rock. You were in King's Landing, now. You lived in opulence, in a royal comfort unmatched by the perch above the sea where you had spent most of your youth. 

But Dragonstone had a charm you couldn't find in King's Landing. Perhaps it was the stillness of the library where you spent all your time, lost among the scrolls of parchment and the thick tomes, or perhaps it was the sound of the crashing waves that rocked you on stormy nights, you weren't sure.

But somehow a sense of familiarity had returned. Your old room hadn't changed much, despite Alicent's questionable alterations to the decoration of the Red Keep. You had found an old toy in the shape of a dragon, and even some old paper on which you had practised your precise handwriting under the strict gaze of a stern Septa when you were a child. It was a memory frozen in time, a kind of testimony to the past. A room that reflected the little girl you were when you left King's Landing.

But perhaps you could change it to your liking, to reflect the young woman you had become. Perhaps it was a way of keeping you occupied before you left again. After all, your mother had promised that your stay would only be temporary. Just time to sort out some inheritance issues. Time to try and heal your family's wounds. Time to secure your family's future. As if the hope of you all rested on your shoulders; the only guarantee that your family wouldn't descend into a bloody escalation, or something like that. 

And yet, even though you'd only been here a short time, you'd already gotten into trouble, and it was Aemond himself who had to rescue you. You hated the idea.

You hated the fact that he'd come to your aid.

You hated the fact that you owed him, that you were indebted to him.

Fortunately, your little escapade hadn't been reported - you didn't want to disappoint your mother, or see the reproachful look on her face, even though you were aware that she might not be in the best position to make a comment. You were close to your mother. You were her eldest. You were her only daughter. She cherished and loved you, and you knew you could share everything with her. But you cherished your secret freedom, and you feared that her concern for her only daughter would give her the bad idea of assigning you closer supervision.

You didn't need a chaperone. You valued what little freedom your condition as a daughter afforded you.

As you slipped under the sheets, your thoughts kept returning to Aemond. The way he'd protected you, the way he'd carried you on his shoulder - it was humiliating, you weren't an object. And the way you had planted a kiss on his cheek. An impulsive act. A foolish act. You had to admit that you weren't averse to doing it again.

It just didn't make sense. Why had he come looking for you when he'd never answered your letters? He'd probably felt superior, after calling you and your brothers bastards, he'd probably decided you weren't good enough to be his friend anymore.  All this time, all these years, you'd been waiting for a word from him - a mere reply to the letters you'd sent. It never came. You concluded that your friendship had ended, in silence, after all you had done for him; after reassuring him, after holding his hand while the maester tried to repair the broken flesh on his face as best he could.

Had he really been your friend for even one day, or had it all been a facade, a role he'd played? Had he ever been sincere?

You were furious.

Rhaenyra had stroked your hair through every disappointment that gripped your heart like the loving mother she was. Daemon - Daemon had soothed you in his own way, telling you again and again that Aemond wasn't a good man, and that you would save your heart by forgetting him.

But now he had come looking for you. Something had changed. He had taken a step in your direction. You were lost. You were angry, but it was not just anger. There was something else underneath that pile of confusion and resentment. His approach unsettled you. Every step he took towards you, every word he said, sent a whirlwind of conflicting emotions through you. A burning curiosity. An irresistible attraction. 

You hated yourself for thinking it, but maybe your betrothal wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe you could retrieve the complicity of your childhood.

Maybe it had never really disappeared.

In the early hours of the morning, the smell of warm bread tickled your nose even before you felt the warmth of the sun's rays through your chamber window. You rolled onto your side to steal a few more minutes of comfort, stifling a grunt into your pillow. You waited fatefully for the moment when Celia or Jeyne would come and wake you.

"Wake up you lazy groundhog, you've got things to tell me!" 

But the high-pitched, overly cheerful voice that echoed around your room wasn't Celia's, and it certainly wasn't Jeyne's. You sat up immediately, as if someone had thrown a bucket of water over you, your fingers rubbing your tired eyes to make sure you weren't dreaming. 

Irma Hightower was standing in your room, in a gown more extravagant than ever. You wanted to throw yourself into her arms.

"It was usually me who overslept in the morning and you who had to wake me up," Irma exclaimed, placing the tray she carried awkwardly under her arm on the table with a loud clatter, causing the tea to overflow from the cup and drip onto the wooden table. "But I reckon that sneaking out seems tiring." She punctuated his remark with a knowing wink before dusting off her dress as if she'd just worked in the straw or done the most strenuous physical labour in the world.

Still too sleepy to make sense of your friend's words, you frowned as you looked around for your two handmaidens, the ones who woke you up every morning, helped you get dressed and brought you your meal. "Where are -"

"I dismissed them for the rest of the morning," Irma replied without letting you finish the sentence. That explained the tray and the near disaster. "But here's your breakfast. Gods, did you know a tray was thatheavy? " She paused briefly, barely giving you time to wake up properly.

Irma Hightower was a tornado. She swept away everything in her path - she carried away hearts and minds with equal ease, leaving a whirlwind of chaos behind her. Wherever she went, she stirred the air with unbridled energy, forcing others to adapt to her frenetic pace or be wiped out by her determination. But it would be a lie to say you weren't happy to see her. You sat down on the edge of the bed and stretched, your arms reaching for the ceiling before tilting your head to one side. A smile curved the corner of your lips as you watched your friend. You wondered what Irma was doing in your room in the early hours of the morning, especially when, last you heard, she was supposed to be in Oldtown furthering her education. 

To tell the truth, you might have had an idea why she was here. You just didn't want to subject yourself to your friend's interrogation - some secrets should remain your secrets.

And what you'd done yesterday was one of them.

"'So?" she asked with a mixture of overflowing curiosity and impetuosity, her brown curls twirling around her face.

"So what?" you sighed as you went behind your dressing screen to remove your nightgown. You slipped into a flowing ocean-blue dress adorned with pearls and embroidery - one of your favourite gowns, a creation that reminded you of your favourite element: the sea. 

Unlike your brothers, you weren't made of fire and blood. You were made of sea and storm, and you knew deep down that this was perhaps hypocritical - your own appearance reminded you of it every day. But it was what your heart had always told you, and you'd come to believe it, too. The feeling of your feet in the water and the breeze on your face, its salty taste against your lips, was the one that brought you the most comfort. 

"So what happened yesterday ?” Irma insisted. Her voice grew impatient. "I saw you.”

But you ignored her, busy wriggling to reach the lacing at the back of your dress. In vain. You weren't flexible enough. "Since you've decided to play the handmaid today, help me get dressed," you replied, appearing on one side of the screen, your hands gripping the fabric tightly, your back to her. Irma rose with a long sigh - it was just for show, you knew - and came over to you. You smiled mischievously. You had to admit that you enjoyed seeing her in this role, so opposite to who she really was. You wondered what her time in Oldtown had been like; whether she'd been treated like the spoilt brat she truly was, or whether, on the contrary, she'd had to learn patience, faith and discipline - all qualities that didn't characterise her. 

"I could actually keep you as my lady in waiting, you know. You'd be good for that. Forced to follow me everywhere, I'd love that." 

You didn't need to see her to know that she rolled her eyes. " I am the Queen's niece. I was made for more than that."

When her fingers became tangled in the lacing of your dress, she spoke again, her voice caressing the back of your ear as she tugged at the lacing with a little more force: "You haven't answered my question."

How could you forget that Irma was so perceptive? And above all, how could you forget that when Irma wanted something, it was impossible for her not to get it? You weren't going to get away. She would insist, until you fell for her angelic pout and her round eyes that tried to win you over.

It reminded you of your shared youth - the times you spent together, swapping secrets and gossip, talking about your joys and sorrows. You had been inseparable before you were forced to return to Dragonstone, and she to Oldtown. 

"Nothing happened. At least nothing like you may think," you admitted, turning to smooth the front of your dress. You whirled around, the fabric rising gently around you like a bluish wave. "How do I look?"

"I wouldn't describe being carried around like a sack of flour on your dark uncle's shoulder as nothing. Especially in your family." 

Irma inspected your outfit, her eyes expertly examining you from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, looking for the slightest detail that would have spoiled her work. She brushed away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across your face.

"Did he kiss you?" Her eyebrows arched, her mouth forming a playful pout of false surprise. She was clearly determined to decipher your every secret, to expose them. You hesitated for a moment, to cast doubt, to let her imagine more - but you were afraid of the repercussions this might have on you. You weren't sure that Irma knew how to hold her tongue. And you didn't want to risk exposing yourself to Aemond's irritation over false rumours. Not when you'd planned to play with him a bit; to prove to him that you had the upper hand, that you could have him wrapped around your little finger and drive him mad. You were still suspicious of him. You hadn't really figured him out yet. You just knew he'd changed since the last time you'd seen him, but you weren't sure how much.

"No, he didn't kiss me," you repeated, putting the same emphasis on the word as your friend. You walked over to the table to sip your still steaming cup of tea. You could feel Irma's round eyes on your back - she was waiting for you to say more. She probably had a dozen unanswered questions: why had Aemond brought you back like this? Where had you been? Who had you been with? What had you done? But you didn't answer right away, biting into the crusty bread.

"He just... came to fetch me," you finally admitted between two bites, your mouth half full - it was a far cry from the princess manners in which you'd been raised. Sitting on your bed, Irma stared at you with her brown eyes - the same as her aunt's. "I was with Aegon. In King's Landing. And I got lost."

That was enough. Irma didn't need to know everything; after all, it wasn't a lie if you only omitted certain details that you deemed relatively unimportant.

Or that Irma didn't need to know.

But the revelation provoked a silence. Your friend didn't answer immediately. Her eyes narrowed, revealing a fine line between her eyebrows, and her lips pursed into a bitter pout. She looked troubled, her fingers twitching in her lap. "I didn't know you were close to Aegon."

If you didn't know her so well, you wouldn't have detected the note of reproach in her voice. Was it jealousy? Was your friend jealous of the time you spent with Aegon?

You weren't sure you understood. He was married - and more importantly, as you remembered, Irma hated him for his debauchery and the alcohol he drank to excess. 

But this was no time to argue, and you preferred to play it safe. There would be plenty of time for your investigation later, when Irma's suspicions would be at rest. "He's my uncle and... he suggested he show me the streets of King's Landing because I was feeling bored." 

And the idea seemed liberating at the time. A moment of stolen freedom, away from the court, away from your duties. Where you were no longer the model princess, the paragon of virtue, but just another girl, lost in anonymity. You weren't sure she understood - she'd always loved the court, the gowns and the politics. You too, of course. It would be a lie to say you weren't made for it; for the life your status as a princess could offer you. You cherished the comforts and loved the responsibilities that came with your role. But sometimes those same responsibilities – and duty above all - stifled you. You needed solitude. To be somewhere else.

"It's dangerous. You could have been harmed!" Irma said, crossing her arms over her chest with an air of concern and annoyance. "You can't just follow a man like Aegon into the city," she sighed.

Some truth was hidden in her words, and you were aware of your lack of rationality, of the stupidity of your foolishness. The danger you had put yourself in, too, for if Aemond hadn't intervened... You didn't want to think about it. The dirty hands and lecherous looks those men gave you still made you shudder. All those risks for an illusory feeling of freedom, wasn't it a high price to pay?

Aemond had come for you. The humiliation still burned on your cheeks. 

"Lost in your thoughts?" Irma asked impatiently, offering you her arm as if she'd waited too long for you to come out of your reverie, "thinking about your Prince Charming again?"

You gave her a little tap on the arm, your eyes raised to the sky at the broad smile that stretched her lips, but you accepted her invitation anyway. "Fine, let's go. I heard that they are training this morning. And I know you're not indifferent to Dornish charm." You winked at her. And arm in arm, you and Irma walked through the corridors of the Red Keep towards the courtyard.

Aemond's movements were precise and swift. Faced with Ser Criston's Morningstar, he moved skilfully, as nimble as a cat. You leaned against the parapet of the ramparts; your eyes riveted on the two silhouettes that seemed to be dancing in the courtyard amidst the small crowd that had gathered around them. Irma didn't miss a moment of the spectacle, and you wondered if there was a man she didn't find charming.  Aemond, probably.  You knew she didn't bear any affection for him - he was too serious, too stern. Too scary, too.

"Did you get tired of Oldtown, is that why you're here?" you asked teasingly, glancing briefly at Irma.

She leaned towards you as if to share a secret, not taking her eyes off the show the two men were offering. "They didn't want me anymore," she confided. "I used to drive the maesters and the septas mad. It was amusing."

You should have known better. Irma was too stubborn and brash to be around men and women who had dedicated their lives to knowledge. She was intelligent, there was no denying that, but she lacked the patience and diligence that the study of texts demanded. Though she had spent her childhood in King's Landing, perfecting her courtly education at her aunt's side, her rebellious attitude had sent her straight back to Oldtown. And then, she had threatened the Maesters and the Septas - she belonged at Court and she was convinced of it.

"And how is Daeron?" 

"As courteous and charming as ever," she replied. 

Aemond disarmed Cole and everyone applauded; including Jace and Luke, who you could recognise in the crowd. Your betrothed's eyes shifted from the spot he was staring at in the crowd - your brothers? - and looked up at you for a moment. You wondered if Aemond had seen you, if he had felt your gaze on him, and if that was why he had become fiercer in his attacks. A strange sensation arose in your belly, as if a swarm of butterflies were fluttering in your stomach, making your heart beat faster.  You forced yourself to suppress your emotions, which you blamed on all the time you'd spent away from Dragonstone. You refused to admit that it was Aemond's gaze that you sought more than any other, especially after the events of the previous day. Especially when you could still feel his skin against yours, his firm hands around your body, his face just a few inches from yours.

You wondered what had possessed you to kiss him on the cheek. 

You wanted to play with him, that was certain. But you refused to subject your heart to the whims of love. Not after the heartache you'd felt when you found out he'd forgotten you so easily.

It was nothing serious.

You met Aemond's gaze. The intensity of his lilac eye had this very capacity to send shivers down your spine.  He didn't even crack a smile, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

"I'll see you later," Irma said, squeezing your arm, before turning on her heels to - presumably - find some male company. Once you were alone, you walked down the steps that led from the ramparts to the courtyard. Your steps instinctively brought you to where Aemond was standing, ready to sheathe his sword.

If he seemed surprised to see you, he didn't show it. His icy eye rested on you, unreadable as ever.

"Lady Strong."

"We should talk," you began, ignoring the unpleasant way he had just addressed you. Lady Strong. The nickname left a sting of humiliation, and under normal circumstances you would have reacted. You would have defended yourself, you would have thought of something witty to retort - but today you had decided to take a step towards peace. You had decided to show that you hadn't come here with any animosity, even though everything inside you was screaming to make him swallow his insolence.

"There is nothing to talk about," he replied mechanically. Cold. Distant. Disinterested. Syllables sharp and icy. 

But yes, there were a thousand things to talk about; the betrothal that would lead to your certain future marriage, the events of yesterday, the letters he had never answered, his hostile and cold attitude towards you. There were all these things and more, but neither of you seemed to know how or where to begin.

"About yesterday -"

"I haven't spoken a word to anyone. Your little secret is safe with me. You can rest assured, niece."

That's not what you meant. It wasn't that you wanted to talk about - it was everything around it; it was the reasons, it was how he had found out, it was the consequences, it was the kiss on his cheek, it was the thick tension between you that you were sure he had felt too. It was all these things.

You took a step towards him. Suddenly you felt yourself bubbling. And as if you'd grown wings, you closed the distance between you without looking away.

"Why?" you asked, your tone more urgent. You wanted to push him over the edge. You wanted him to admit what you knew for a fact that he would never be able to. "You could expose me. Tell everyone about my little escapades. Make me lose all credibility. End our betrothal." You paused, leaning your body towards him, your warmth mingling with his.

You felt him hold his breath. He tensed, straightening his neck, tilting his head slightly to the side to watch you.

"Why exactly would I do that, Lady Strong?"

Because you hate me, you were tempted to reply. Because you hate me, just as you hate my brothers. Because you cut me off all those years ago, without a word. And despite all the affinities that could bring you together, despite the fond memories of your shared childhood and your closeness, despite the love you harboured for him, you were loyal to your siblings, like he was to his. Whatever you did, you would always be associated with them. Your family. So wasn't it normal for him to see you as an extension of the hatred he felt for them?

At your silence, he continued, this time in High Valyrian: "I am not the one who despises the other. You know that."

Hate was nothing more than a form of passion.

But you weren't sure it was hate you felt for Aemond - no, the hate would come later, stronger, hotter than ever.  For now, you felt disappointment and a form of betrayal after the friendship that had bound you together for more than a decade. 

"I am not the one who is determined to make you my enemy." 

Enemy, like water to fire. Trying to destroy each other by nature.

"And yet, you treat me like one," you replied. Sharpness staining your voice. 

He let out a hm. He was still staring at you; the sensation was almost disturbing. He took a step in your direction, violating your breathing space. You had to lift your head to maintain eye contact. Then he leaned towards you, the corner of his lips turned up slightly in a smirk.

"I wouldn't have come to rescue you if you were my enemy."

The words barely out of his mouth, he straightened and took a step back, giving you the courtesy to walk away as your cheeks turned red. You didn't need him to remind you of what had happened yesterday. The memory was still frozen in your mind, clear and intact. The ghost of his touch like a burn. You wondered if he felt the same; if he thought about your lips on his cheek, if they had left an invisible, indelible mark on his skin, like his fingers on yours.

You had to change the subject. Quickly. Before you got caught at your own game. 

Your hand came to rest on the hilt of his sword on the table beside the training area. You lifted it. It felt heavy in your hand, still warm from Aemond's grip.

It was strange, this power in your hand. A weapon that could take a life. Too big and unsuitable for your delicate fingers, but fascinating. 

"Teach me."

"No," he replied immediately, following your every move with his icy gaze, as if he feared you might hurt yourself. You rested the heavy sword on the wooden table before turning. You approached him again.

"Daemon taught me how to use a dagger. At least he taught me where to aim to hurt." You flatten your hand against his chest, just below his ribcage. His body stiffens beneath your palm. "He said it was to protect me from dangerous men." Your gaze travelled from your hand to his eyes.

Aemond chuckled. He didn't try to push you away. On the contrary, he kept your hand pressed against him. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, and he guided your hand to his jugular, where you could feel his heart throbbing against your fingertips.

"First lesson: that is where you aim to kill." Caught off guard, you tried to withdraw your hand, but Aemond held it in place, your fingertips on his skin, your eyes both searching and challenging each other. The air was charged. Tense. Like a cloud before a storm. You held your breath. "But you wouldn't dare hurt a fly."

He released your wrist and gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to step back until your back hit the table. He leaned in. His face so close to yours that you could almost feel his warm breath melting into yours. A few inches and you could close the gap between your lips. A few inches and -

"Well, niece. I hope to see you for dinner. And, of course, I expect you to behave."

With that he released you. With that, he turned on his heel. 

He stopped. And without looking back, he added: "And please. Don't make a habit of me saving you. 

Well, you were evenly matched.

[dancing-drake]

Hello and welcome to this roleplay blog

The SCP Foundation + an original character somewhat inspired by The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

I RESPOND IN CHARACTER unless you see "OOC" tag

But let's try to minimise those.

Don't take anything seriously— the wall will be full of sarcastic comments, satirical sketches, some lore and, perhaps, a couple of comic strips

Tags and the basic character info under the cut –>

#scp rp — communication with other characters

#ted yaps — long posts

#tick talk — short posts

#drarts — sketches by doc

#illustration — artworks by yours truly

#foundation 101 — SCP-themed posts for rookies

This is one man but you aren't supposed to know it

Dr. Henry Jekyll:

Oh, you won't miss the only teal-haired Brit in the infirmary. Nurses jokingly say this 5'8 twig of a director learnt to run so fast just to escape the huge amount of paperwork stacked in the office of the Medical Department.

Common knowledge:

- Knows the corridors of the Site-518 like the back of his hand

- Despises anomalies, especially humanoids, for personal reasons

- Reluctant to admit that used to do ballet and was a huge geek (comic books)

- Takes care of his hands, would rather kick than throw a punch

- Rarely questions official orders

- Is genuinely afraid of cars and any mention of Dr. Gerald's name

Rumours:

- Had something to do with military or even FBI

- Owns a blog with caricatures [yes, this one]

- Has a restraining order against Dr. Edward Maxwell

- Is a reptiloid undercover

- Fakes British accent to sound smarter

- Owns a dakimakura of Hatsune Miku

- Once prescribed a rookie "a shot of whiskey in the morning" to tolerate Clef's bullshit

- Has written a short guide to playing dead in front of interns

- His hair smells like mint and judgement

Dr. Edward Maxwell

Ted is a rare guest at the site. Everybody knows that the 6'3 jock is an anomaly with those glowing eyes. No one calls him a doctor, hell, people tend to forget he has any degree at all due to the ability to drag three idiots at once out of the training room.

Common knowledge:

- Is known for dragging the injured out of red zones

- Loyal to the Foundation to the bone

- Listens only to the high-ranking personnel of the site

- If Ted's nearby, you're up for a hugging session

- Grumbles when called "Teddy bear", but can't do anything with the clung nickname

Rumours:

- Is a werewolf

- Is terrified of slippers

- Steals Jekyll's phone for shits and giggles

- Once ended up in MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" because of a murder attempt

- Was actually found in a dumpster during a field mission in Scotland

- Sometimes thinks he's Heracles —was occasionally noticed walking through the site in a bedsheet draped like Greek toga

- Is prohibited to get access to cough syrup

- Is prohibited to approach Dr. Henry Jekyll

- Is prohibited to 'lecture' Euclids

- Has a tendency to throw people out of the window. Literally.

- Once was asked to pick up some milk, fetched a cow

- Torpedoed a shark during a mission. No footage found, no comments given.

[rodger-eyeballis]

RODGER:

•┎────────────────────•┖─► ” Good afternoon. I usually keep my phone clean of unnecessary apps.. But Toodles (my beautiful little girl) suggested that I blog in some kind of.. ‘Tumblr' (I've never heard of it)..? It's too hard for me to refuse her, that's why I'm here now. Be polite and don't write me nonsense. Then it will be a pleasure for me to do business with you. ”

HIGHLIGHTS OF THE BLOG'S PLOT:

— Rodger believes that almost all of his memories are fake because he is a toon (people just created a ‘life’ in the toons' head in order to make full-fledged personalities out of them). Link

— Roger has fully confirmed the fact of his divorce from Teagan. Link

— The termen ‘Twisted' is not known to Rodger. However, he is currently conducting three investigations.: 1) why the Medjers abandoned toons, 2) Why Dandy is looking for a corrupted Ichor, 3) the loss of Astro. Link. Perhaps the star boy went to look for books for Brigtney on the lower floors.. But why hasn't he been here yet? Link. An Ichor cluster disappeared on the lower floors, which greatly surprised Rodger. But now the toons have the opportunity to get previously unavailable supplies.. Did Astro do this? Link. The pipes started making a suspicious noise, which made Rodger very worried. However, a new stage of the operation begins, where he will search for seeds and simultaneously find out about star boy. Link Astro has been declared completely missing. Link

Twisted: 0?/27

— Rodger can how to switch his eye to his mouth. Link

— Roger talks to Glisten all the time out of pity, but is that so? One thing is clear — he does not have mutual feelings for him... Or is he experiencing it? Roger seems to be confused about himself. Link It seems that a serious conversation didn't go very well and Rodger just decided to run away from the problem. What happened? Link A quarrel without reconciliation. Rodger has done something he won't regret.. as he thinks for himself. Link

— Brigtney has a more sophisticated club, which now includes: Rodger, Toodles, Teagan, Razzle and Dazzle, Glisten, the lost Astro and actually Vee. Link

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Hi!! I am Fiddii/FiRRii! You may have already seen me, because I'm making art on DW. I was very much inspired by this game, so I wanted to create a blog on behalf of Rodger) But this is not an ordinary rp.. I decided to literally make it look like the character is running this page and posting his thoughts here^^ Keep that in mind.

I want to do EVERYTHING here in my headcanon, so don't beat me up (mean, there will be some restrictions on the relationship). I will try to answer in a written form and sometimes Iwill draw small sketches ;)

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(DNI: PROSHIPPERS, XENOPHILES, HOMOPHOBIA, AND RACISM WILL NOT BE TOLERATED)

1. Ships (broships) only those that are listed on my.. table (???) sorry

+ table age!

2. If you want to write a question on behalf of toon's, then it's purely in the form of a ‘phone text’ (As I wrote, this is a real blog on tumblr).

3. The blog is conducted exclusively in the world of "Dandys World". Please don't bring up our real world (there may be some exceptions, but they're just for me)

4. As Rodger said, be polite and don't incite hatred here.

5. Yes, this is my au, based on headcanon (But I'm trying to rely on canon Dandys world for the most part).

6. Caution: mention of reflective detective (Please have tolerance for this blog).

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‘Enjoy watching!’ #blog rodger_bll

[katblu42]

Cheeky Fic reblog . . . The Letter

Because it came to mind while reading some of the RP blogs today.

(Can be read on AO3 here)

Warnings for grief/mourning and mention of death. I may have cried while writing this.

Response to another Flash Fiction Friday prompt (#162 - The Letter) Scott finds an old letter, written by a young Virgil, that stirs some painful memories.

“Scott?” Virgil approached his big brother quietly, cautiously.  “Are you okay?”

The piece of paper he held was shaking slightly, and when Scott looked up at Virgil his sapphire blues were glistening with unshed tears.

“I …” he swallowed hard and held the fragile piece of slightly yellowed paper out for Virgil to see.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Virgil’s eyes widened as he scanned the handwritten words on the page and recognised the content.

“Where did you find this?”  Scott seemed unable to respond for a moment, but Virgil’s eyes were glued to the page.  Some of the ink was smudged with some kind of water damage – two distinct round spots near the bottom of the page – but the paper was dry, the damage old.  “I mean, I remember writing it but I don’t remember keeping it, or giving it to anyone.”

Scott pointed to the pieces of a picture frame on the desk.  The frame that usually held one of the last photographs of all five boys with both parents.  Along side the photo and the broken frame were a few other small pieces of paper, some with their mother’s handwriting on them, a pressed flower that Virgil recognised as one of Mom’s favourites and a scrap of embroidered fabric.

“Dad must have kept these things hidden in the back of the frame.  Reminders of her, I guess.  But the letter …”

Dear Mom,

I don’t really know why I’m writing this letter.  I just miss you so much and I didn’t know what else to do.

I wanted to talk to Scott because we always tell each other everything, but I don’t think he really wants to talk about this right now.  I know he’s hurting just like we all are but he seems to be coping by keeping everything as normal as possible for everyone else.  Especially Alan.

Scott is the one making sure all the chores get done and everyone gets to where they need to be on time and does their homework and stuff.  He’s taken charge, which is good because Dad’s not really doing that right now, but it’s bad because I think Scott’s not letting himself be sad that you’re gone.  He’s trying not to give himself time to think about it.

I can’t talk to Dad.  No one can.  Except maybe Grandma sometimes.  He went back to work so quick after the funeral and he stays there late a lot.  When he is home it’s like he hides in his office.  I’m not sure, but I think being in the house with all of us but not you hurts him too much.  Sometimes it even feels like he can’t look at us without seeing that you’re missing.

Gordon and Alan are too little.  I mean Alan still asks when you’ll be coming home.  He doesn’t understand what never means and Scott and John and I don’t really know how to explain it, so we just don’t and hug him tight instead. 

Gordon is old enough to understand death means we never get to have you here with us anymore but he wants to know why Heaven can’t have visitors.  He has so many things he wants to show you and ask you about.  I hope it’s okay I told him he could always talk to you because you can still listen even if you can’t answer.

Sometimes I worry a bit about John.  I can’t talk to him about this stuff either because I know he’s struggling with it too.  He’s gone quiet.  Even more quiet than normal.  He still helps with Alan and Gordon and does all his chores but I don’t think I’ve seen him smile or heard him laugh since you died.  Not even when Allie and Gordon get up to their mischief.  Plus he hasn’t gone up to the roof to look at the stars at all in ages.  Not even when I offered to go up with him.  I know you two used to stargaze together.  I wish you could let him know it’s okay for him to do that without you.

Mom, it’s so hard without you.  Sometimes I don’t know what to do and I know that if you were here you would have the answers and I feel so lost because I don’t know who else to turn to.  I miss you so much and I wish more than anything that I could have you back just for a day.

Love you always, Virgil.

“Why would he keep this?” Virgil’s fingers traced the creases where the paper had been repeatedly folded.  “How did he even get hold of it in the first place?”

“Why did you write it?”

Virgil finally tore his eyes away from the letter and looked back at Scott.  He couldn’t form the words to explain, but some of the emotional turmoil he felt was mirrored in his brother’s face and he realised he didn’t have to.  And suddenly his big brother was wrapping him in a welcome embrace.

“You were grieving and felt like you had no one you could confide in,” Scott said softly.  “I think when Dad found it he realised he needed to be there for us more and kept it to remind him of that.  We should have been there for you, Virge.  I’m sorry.”

“You were,” Virgil whispered back, returning the hug.  “In the end even Dad was better at it – all of us being there for each other, no matter what.”

[zeherili-ankhein]

Hello (｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡)

Intro Post... Everything under cut

Now that I have enough things my blog is dedicated to, I am posting this introduction post hehe...

About Me:

◍ Just call me “Shaku” lmao.... T_T

◍ I'm a minor, 16 year old studying in 11th class from Kolkata

◍ Yes I am Bangali, (bati ami.. maa ghoti, baba bangal lol)

◍ A proud Slytherin 🐍

◍ Bengali literatures I have read

◍ Thakumar Jhuli fan since the day I started watching (which is as a fucking 2 and a half year old lol)

Favourite ones are - ofcourse Shakchunni, Arun Barun o Kironmala, Monimala, Shahasradal o Champakdal, Sath bhai Champa, Lal Komol o Neel Komol and everything else..

◍ Pandob Goyenda fan forever

◍ I love Chhota Bheem and Shinchan so much

◍ And I absolutely love green 💚

◍ If I could I'd become a forest witch maybe... or a blue lotus... or a snake perhaps..

◍ ornithophobic, ophiophile, selenophile and floraphile

◍ Kolkata biriyani is the best 🗿

◍ Official MohiniChanchal child (fight me if you dare deny it)

◍ Pinterest board for Hindu mythology aesthetics

About the blog:

✿ Jily playlist I made –

✿ Incorrect quotes for Chhota Bheem and Shinchan. (I only post when I get enough ideas about the quotes lol)

Chhota Bheem community invitation anyone?

✿ My OTPs — Jily, Hinny, DekiNobi, Ronmione, GiyuShino, Sanekana, Tankana, Zennezu, Inoaoi, ObaMitsu, GojoHime, ChosoYuki, BellaDolphus, VanMozhi, HashiMito, MinaKushi, Ikarishipping, DesimChiyuki and a lot more...

✿ Rp blogs I own

– @peoplecallme-netaji

– @hansome-est-godofwar

– @miss-lily-evans

– @pavbhaji-prabhakar

– @laddoo-hain-drugs-nahi

– @topper-sugi

And some more... But why reveal them 🤭

✿ “The Cult of Vasant 🌷🌸🌹🌺🌻🌼🏵️💐🥀🪷🪻”

Cult Rituals, Vasant goes ham at LakshmiNarayan wedding, Vasant and Kamdev, Vasant in Treta Yug, Vasant and Hanuman, Vasant in Dwapar Yug, Vasant urban legend lore, Vasant admirers, Vasant food choises, sun sensetive Vasant, Dance teacher Vasant, Vasant and Holi and everything Vasant

Vasant x Neto shipper all the wayyyyyyyy

✿ Yamraj appreciation, un-villainizing Indradev, defending Shri Ram, defending Draupadi, Arjun better than Karna truer, Behula and Lakhindar are my babies and many more...

✿ The Black Family is my Roman empire honestly...

✿ DADDYMON truer 🗿

— Doraemon Rp blogs

— An original Dekisugi lore, and a small fic written on it curtsey to @/nobita-ki-mummy aka @/hi-avathisside

— Doraemon moodboards

Doraemon moodboard

Nobita moodboard

Shizuka moodboard

Gian moodboard

Suneo moodboard

Dekisugi moodboard

Pippo/Judo moodboard

Riruru moodboard

✿ Mythology, Hinduism, memes, magic and anything and everything honestly...

→ Voices of the Gods part 1

→ Voices of the Gods part 2

→ Kartikeya Da Peacock Dance Master

→ Shatrughan da Ghoomar master

→ Hindu gods modern au

→ Lakshman and Angad friendship headcanons

→ 2nd generation Ayodhya cousins headcanons

✿ Shaku paints and draws... And do origami. Which I sometimes posts.. (I especially like painting sceneries and Hindu gods and goddesses)

#shaku mindless sketches #shaku's oc (do check the tags for some silly sketches and art of my ocs I usually fo at midnight)

෴ Paper flowers part 1

෴ Paper flowers part 2

෴ Other paper stuff

෴ Kartikeya with Paravani (with og lore)

෴ Narayan

෴ Krishna Murlidhar

෴ silly landscape

෴ Jogesh

෴ Ratri the Goddess of Night

෴ Agni the God of fire

෴ Saraswati

෴ Ushas The Goddess of Twilight and Clouds

෴ Surya and Ushas as an Bangali couple going to Jamai Shoshti (Kalighat Painting style)

෴ Varuna-Varuni sharing a romantic moment

෴ Karikeya wearing a Moyur Puchho dhuti that looks like a peacock

෴ Tridev doodle

෴ Tridevi doodle

෴ AgniSoma doodle

෴ DuryKarna doodle

෴ Ram and Lakshman doodle

෴ Indrachi doodle

✿ Shaku tells stories (a series of me explaining some stories with my own added commentaries)

•• Arun Barun Kiranmala

•• Shohosrodol O Chompokdol

•• Rajkumar Upendro ar Montriputro Shonkor

✿ Shaku writes stuff

۝ Real Shit the Rap Song by Lil' Shaku

✿ Weirdass anons who deserve a mention in my hall of fame

The veg anon saga (read the reblogs for more anon bashing and knowledge gaining)

✿ No place for homophobes, transphobes, pedophiles, racists, misogynists or any hateful people on my blog

✿ @/foreignink is my tumblr bestie... I know her irl too and I love her more than most of the things in this world... Donchu dare say anything to her 🔪

[sofmoth]

moth lore drop

thank you for the full pressure tag @strang3lov3 i’ll do my best because it’s been a long time and i have a terrible memory

LONG POST AHEAD BEWARE!!!

i first got into the idea of fandom around 2010 after reading every available maximum ride book (my fourth grade teacher read us the first one). after that i picked up TITHE off the $1 dono cart at the library and become fully obsessed with the fae (also beginning my spiritual witchcraft journey).

my first fandom that i was truly active in was … black veil fucking brides. by 2011 i was MEGA into BVB, and i still have the CD my friend burned for me. i got super into the fandom space on facebook and ended up getting my very first tumblr account shortly after at the behest of a dearly beloved friend (i miss u ziggy and i hope you’re well♡)

it’s a little different with MCR because i was first starting to get into them on the tail end of the black parade right before danger days came out, but when danger days came out i was HOOKED. i got super into the emo trinity fandom and i was a little fucking menace.

you want to know my first ship, do you???

FRERARD.

i was sooooo deep into it. fucking frerard. that’s the entire reason i started writing fic actually. i started with frerard and branched out into BVB and the other emo bands that the alleged “emos” i went to school with were afraid of like motionless in white and of mice & men also regrettably including falling in reverse but we don’t fucking talk about that anymore.

i stayed extremely active in various emo bandoms for several years, going on to write some absolutely awful smut on wattpad that i’m sure if you dug hard enough you would find. for a hot fucking minute i was super into doing danger days killjoy RP on instagram and i’m still proud as fuck of my killjoy you can pry her out of my cold dead hands.

around about 2014 i got EXTREMELY invested in homestuck. and i mean INVESTED. i was starting fights online over that shit, drawing up little trollsonas, i was going to WAR for taureans. shockingly, i never wrote homestuck fic, but i did read the hell out of it.

by 2018 i had sort of fallen out of fandom, i wasn’t reading much fic and i hadn’t written anything in about 2 years. fast forward, i drop out of college, blow through a few shitbag exes, and then in february of 2022, i met my husband.

hubbin is SUPER into horror, all of it. i casually enjoyed it, didn’t know much about it, but i had a few movies and characters i really liked. he took me to my first horrorhound weekend in march ‘22, five days after we started officially dating and i’ve only missed one since then.

god i don’t even look like myself in those pictures ANYWAY

you know what else hubbin enjoys? video games. especially horror video games. he got me WILDLY into resident evil, and that’s when i rejoined tumblr with a new name and vibes.

overall 2022 was a really horrible year for me, and i truly don’t think i would have survived it without all of the support and friendships i had already begun to form at that point. MOVING ON

i very very quickly got into the leon kennedy/resi fandom after finding such wonderful fic writers as @lipglossanon, @venomvalley, and of course mi amor @tulipsbymybed♡

i’m not sure exactly what the progression was, but after a while i ended up in the pedro fandom after finding a few truly wonderful fic authors who have since left this site and some even the fandom entirely. i will miss them literally forever.

i started engaging more and more with pedro fandom content (esp TLOU), and found even more wonderful authors like @toxicanonymity and @strang3lov3, both of whom i am so glad that i now have the privilege of calling my friends♡

hubbin and i got married on october 13th, 2023 (a friday the 13th in october like i’ve always wanted♡) at a fucking PUMPKIN PATCH COULD THAT BE ANY MORE PERFECT

sometime in 2024 after i went and saw the strangers chapter 1 with hubbin, tox and i got to talking about sackhead. you’ll never believe this, but my first completed fic in EIGHT YEARS was not only about sackhead, but it was also x reader, AND smut!!! i didn’t think i could do it. but god dammit i did it.

i was still more into the resi fandom than the pedro fandom at that point, so a few folks will know i have a couple of leon fics in the works that i am beginning to fear may never see the sunlight. but who knows maybe one day you too can fuck leon kennedy.

when i started writing for TLOU i was actually way more into tommy than joel, and if i’m being honest i think i might still be. that’s when i wrote good men die too, followed by do you think of me, too? and i promise i’m working on more for that series i just got hit in the writer’s balls with a baseball bat and lost inspo.

but now here we sit, in 2025, and i am actively writing a joel series. please check it out if you haven’t already, it’s called ritual and i should have a masterlist up soon. you can find it and me on AO3, @sofmoth. shameless plug.

YEAH I THINK THAT’S IT THAT’S MY LORE

i’ve absolutely forgotten so many things. just now i just remembered how deep i was into fucking gravity falls in high school, and i actually did read and write fic for that. anyway, i hope you enjoy this weird little window my life.

[jestersdlc]

Tis I The Jester! Ey/em and Xe/xem/xyr + ASK (more under cut)

This is a sideblog I use as a 'pseudo main' as my main blog (@/thecourtjester12) is a DCA blog. (Main blog found here.)

This blog is a LGBTQIA+, Neurodiverse, and Systems safe space!

No bigotry, racism, sexism, ableism, TERF's, aphobia, syscourse, and anything else possibly missed. All in all be nice to each other and respect others please!

THIS USER DOES NOT SUPPORT GENERATIVE AI.

The Jester is Atertiary (spec.) And may not always use the /p tone tag but is ok with it being used towards me even when I don't use it.

PLEASE be direct with me (tone tags are helpful, but in gen just be direct about things like if you want to be/consider me a friend, if you are or aren't comfy with something, etc general rule just be direct it would be GREATLY appreciated.)

ABOUT.

I post art, and written stuff on occasion, reblog fandom stuff and things that interest me which is very all over the place and shenanigans with friends/familiars/moots.

Titles vary. I have a few misc blogs for different things (fandom RP blogs, au blogs, slendlr blogs, etc.) And sometimes cross reblog stuff between blogs.

ASKS and Extra's.

Asks are open, so feel free to send me some, I like to answer them. General rule be nice, no bigoty/hate/etc. Not fond of swearing but some is fine, just no slurs (and tone tags would be appreciated.) Nothing NSFW.

I do make userboxes, feel free to ask about them.

Things you can request and links to more info

Slendlr Flag Icons! (These are like requests/free commision doodles :3) OPEN.

Slendlr writing prompt asks (These are just an ask game for writing prompts but I do em with slendies!) OPEN.

Userbox requests (Like the ones in my pinned above!) OPEN If I'm doing a random thing for doodle/writing request/suggestions/etc there will be a link here to whatever it is! (Slendy outfit meme ask doodles!) (& slendy pair poses ask doodles!)

Additional links and info under the cut.

TAGS LIST.

#jcposts - General posting tag

#jesteranswers - Ask tag

#jesterdraws - Art tag (some things have specific tags for fandom or non fandom works)

#jester writes - Writing tag

#jcrambles - General tag used for rambles and thoughts. Anything not tagged with the general tag.

#jestercodesbadly - Coding tag when applicable.

Things will also be tagged for CW's as needed

LINKS.

A03 main.

Artfight.

ADDITIONAL INFO.

PRONOUNS!

Ey/em/eir/eirself, Xe/xem/xyr/xemself

pink/pinks/pinkself (strictly lowercase), Xey/xem/xeir/xemself

Anddddd they/them/their/themself or none (just name or 3rd person like 'The Jester')

I like them being used interchangeably, go wild! Or ask if we prefer any at the time (some are not listed)

I don't mind being tagged in tag games/picrews, may take some time to answer them.

Please do not send me the ask chains, they get repetitive (and not in an enjoyable way.) and are distressing. (Ex. send this to X people that make you happy, say 5 things you like and send to X people keep the chain going. Those types of asks.)

Dm's are open, I do not mind them but may take some time to answer. Just please don't be inappropriate.

I have discord as well as a Simply Plural. You are welcome to ask for either and if we are comfortable enough with you, I will give you the information to 'friend' on them.

[copterbotblades]

  independent roleplay/ask blog for Blades of Transformers: Rescue Bots ✨️🚁  single muse*, multiverse & multiship, semi-selective, sfw, low/sporadic activity    anon asks & M!As welcome

  *(secondary muse Dani Burns may also appear)

Status: Busy (Inactive but lurking!)

written by Firefly, she/her (character bio & notes below)

note: I edit this post a lot. like multiple times a week if i'm feeling active. everything on here is subject to change

-🚁- Rules

 no internet discourse! i simply do not care :)

 no nsfw - I don't judge, but I am personally extremely uncomfortable with it, especially in a Transformers context. also note that I probably won't follow blogs that do explicit roleplays or writings on main-- again, nothing against you or the content, I just don't want to see it.

 please message me if you want to plan or chat about anything!

-🚁- Backstory

   During the latter years of the Autobot-Decepticon war, a rescue team of four young adult Cybertronians were discovered by Optimus Prime after being in stasis for several millennia. At this point, Rescue Bots were thought to be extinct. The bots were brought to Earth and paired with a family of human rescue workers to protect the residents of a semi-isolated high-tech island called Griffin Rock, where they regularly prevent disaster from occurring.    Blades, the team's medic and only flier, is very anxious and easily frightened. Despite his protests due to his fear of heights, he had to scan a helicopter altmode after reaching Earth. His human partner is Dani Burns, an EMT and rescuer in her early 20s. While the pair had a difficult beginning with many disagreements, they eventually realized how much they had in common. The two are now inseparable friends both in rescue work and at home, watching TV and making interesting attempts at baking.

-🚁- FAQs

 Time frame - Unless stated otherwise, events take place between the S1 finale and S3 finale-- essentially meaning that Doc Greene and Frankie are aware of the bots' sentience, but the rest of the island residents are not.

 Will RP with - Transformers, some OCs, and maybe characters from other fandoms. (please DM first!)

 Genres - Any. Fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, crack, whatever. Violence and injury is ok, gore is not.

 Ships - My ships with Blades are almost always Bumblebee or Heatwave, but I'm open to others! Shipping isn't really a priority for me though.

 Anonymous asks - yes! I can't promise to answer every ask, but know that all are appreciated :]

 Magic Anons - yes, always!

 also, "low/sporadic activity" means that sometimes I'll be really active one week and then completely disappear the next. i promise i haven't forgotten, i'm just busy and/or have writer's block </3

Formatting - IC writing is in plain text, speaking lines are in quotes "", thoughts are in italics. If Blades is speaking over commlinks, text will be .:like this:. . OOC posts and tags are in brackets [ ]. I can't/won't write with asterisks.

-🚁- Character notes & headcanons:

  Both Blades and Dani are pansexual.

  Blades has bright orange/yellow optics. (Yes, I know they're green in RBA. I like orange better.)

  Dani has dark brown eyes that can light up in the sunshine.

  The concept of gender doesn't really exist on Cybertron, but on Earth Blades sort of defaulted to he/him. He doesn't mind being called by other pronouns, but he/him feels most natural.

  Blades used to have a Cybertronian ground altmode similar to an Earth sports car. He sometimes misses racing with the other Rescue Bots and his friends back on Cybertron.

  He's learned to deal with his fear of heights and become a skilled flier, but is still vulnerable to panic in the air, especially under stressful circumstances (e.g. weather).

  His helicopter rotors are extremely sensitive, and fragile. If they are broken or bent, he can't fly until they are repaired and healed. And if they are touched without consent he may become irritable and flustered.

  Blades is the team's medic. However, he is young, inexperienced and obviously nowhere near the skill level of those like Ratchet. (Also, he knows next to nothing about human anatomy and health. That's Dani's job.)

originally est. 2022 / new blog est. 2024

[ghostsandmirrors]

Questions for the mun - all Basics please? Don't hate me lol

Questions for the mun.

pfft, I could never. I am going to miss one question because someone else sent it, too.

(under read more because that's 12 questions)

When did you first start writing? 2008. I was on Mibba (writing site) and someone's journal post was an advert for a Proboards Potter forum.

In what language did you start writing? English. It was only like 2019 that I started trying to learn another language och jag är så dålig på talar svenska x.x (and I'm so bad at talking Swedish)

If your mother tongue is not the language you write now, what caused you to switch languages? N/A - one day I'll get good enough at Swedish to RP in it but that ain't today.

What was the first muse that you’ve written? Her name was Judy Lewis on that Proboards site in 2008. I also wrote her twin brother (Jesse Lewis). She was a Slytherin half-blood, he was a Hufflepuff half-blood.

I once answered an ask about her on the Bringer's blog so here's the link.

Do you still write your first muse? Nope. I consider remaking her sometimes--especially when memes ask about first muses--but I think she belongs in 2008 and in the fanfic I was writing at the time.

What is the muse that you write for the longest? This is answered here. The answer is Bam (first made 2009 on a Potter site I made); 2009 Gerard Way had that vibe and then they dyed their hair red and Danger Days came out and I was like 👀👀👀

Also because of Bam, and me being so specific when it came to making graphics (avatars and signatures), I can tell you which year a Gerard Way picture came from between the years of 2003 and 2013 based entirely on their hair.

I used to think I was neurotypical btw. Teenage me making a Notepad document of Gerard Way GIFs organised by hair style and year ('long black, 2005') like, 'yeah, this is a normal level of interest in a subject.' It is not, but it is a fun fact I get to whip out now.

In what style did you start to write (First person, third person, *-style or novel-style?) I have always written in third person, past tense, I guess novel-style? Used to do a lot of one-liners but--and I actually mentioned this to someone the other day--I ended up on a lot of sites with minimum word counts (usually only like 100 words, which sounds like a lot but is surprisingly small).

My longest post pre-Tumblr was like 2k words because me and a thread partner were just seeing how long we could make our posts in that specific thread. We also tried to go back to one-liners only for a thread (for fun) and we were struggling.

What caused you to start writing? What was your key point? General writing was probably this one book series about a man who lived with a family that made clay dragon statues and the dragon statues came to life. I looked it up; The Last Dragon Chronicles. I did not read all of them.

RP specifically was the site advert coming when I had like just started writing a Potter fanfic of Goblet of Fire from the point of view of Random OC (Judy Lewis, who was a Gryffindor in the fic).

Do you regret starting writing? No. It taught me how to spell, for starters. I was dogshit at spelling and grammar back in the day and I've gotten so much better just through practice and actually learning what things are used for. Also like... you get the best reactions. Even if I ever managed to quit RP--which I don't think I will--I would never be able to fully stop writing because of those reactions. One way or another, I will inflict fictional suffering on people.

As a kid, I wanted to be an author. Making characters and worlds is way too fun.

Is there anything you would have changed when you started writing now that you have more experience? RP specific; no. Writing in general; I'd have started writing proper English from the beginning and not spent years deciding that full stops are only used for the end of a paragraph, actually.

Also some of the older characters don't have their apps saved at all and I'm still mad about it. I struggled making Arnulf because his old app and all his old information is gone. I'm gonna die mad at past me about like 17 different things and it's fine because they deserve it.

How do you describe writing / rp to others? Generally I don't, but if I had to, I would describe it as 'y'know writing a story? It's like that but you only control one character.' It's not accurate--NPCs exist--but like it's the closest I can get considering I'm genuinely trash at describing anything lmao

On what platform did you start to write? Accidentally answered this in the first answer. Oops. Proboards. I actually refused to go to other forum sites for the longest time because I didn't understand the coding for posts. On Proboards it was like [b]bold[/b], on InvisionFree it was <b>bold</b>, I think Jcink was [b]bold[/b]?

I did eventually also go on InvisionFree (one site, a Buffy/The Vampire Diaries crossover site) and Jcink (multiple sites, mostly Marvel/DC crossover sites, a couple of panfandom sites, a town site?, and at least one Potter site). Jcink might be my favourite of the three.

There was also 'Boards' which was to Proboards what Jcink was to InvisionFree (Jcink sites have 'powered by InvisionFree' at the bottom, Boards sites had 'powered by Proboards').

[toestalucia]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

what’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

im easy...........and like too much.......personally ! i prefer akira with the older wizards, ive talked about being in those ship tags ummmm a lot<3 i cant narrow it down further......the twins are an exception but ive been over that in the past. atm i like emu with mafuyu, rui, nene & akito a lot :D theres def more (like honami i think would be cute! and i do like her with tsukasa too, but emu tsukasa besties....), but im like twice her age so i think about that stuff so rarely LOLLLL i thought hard about the rest of my muses but.......?????????? eight/machina....perhaps...........sofia/forte.......yeong/tara......(cagli teehee)

what are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

i lov drama. with gran it comes natural cuz welcome to ur 'assuming things w/out asking' and 'thinks way too much into the future where they dont want to settle down' captain. i think akiras the most tender of all of them? and most likely to actually bring up issues? sofia is fun because i think about the event where she Doesnt speak in opposites and micah ends up rly confused........being accepted with her weird speech patterns..... natsume too, either staying at the accepting his weird behavior (jumping, scared expression, running) or having the 'i can see youkai' convo....yknow.....its good...i know tanuma alrdy had a convo like that (UNREAL CONVO i miss it) but yknow. Overall ! anything. mostly. theres some 'ohhh angst' topics im not interested in, so i think most stuff stay on the more lighthearted/loving side tho

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

feel like a fraud everytime i say that i personally wont write akira with some of the 20yo's cuz im always close to deciding to make akira closer to 30. and then i say i like akira with figaro & oz......the ancient ppl......

are you selective when shipping?

rather than selective i just dont ask ppl........and i have no interest in making relationship calls nor liking them........i want to see where the writing goes first cuz i knoowwww i sometimes say gran would say x but then i write it and y happens yknow LOLLLLLL i'd be open to jumping into stuff on discord or something tho i think ? i think i could jump into romance stuff no problemo then cuz it'd feel slightly separated from here...?! cuz idk but theres something when i open this blog that i......its a very slowburn......if ure willing to spend some months writing so gran can become more accepting of the idea then its go go go. does this make sense. well either way im not sure tbh. grans a bit added difficulty too considering how i deal with their age LOLLL since cygames is pushing 15yo still. which gives me a headache seeing how the summer events etc are explicitly yearly.....i cannot write act3 gran as a teen, not when theres a political engagement with alliah like cmon....i refuse..........but since ure following this blog uve alrdy read this stuff in my rules/about LOL

either way akiras easier with romance. i just dont approach ppl about it. whenever i make that farmsim blog i wanna be more casual with this stuff tbh...T_^ for funsies............write some yearning...

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

not far at all. LMFAOOOOOOOO i use that tag very liberally. its unlikely im writing that stuff anyway....

does one have to ask to ship with you?

:DDDDDDDDDD if i ask u we've probably written for years & years && its starting to reach crush-territory anyway (hello kaitlyn) but man idk what it is....romance is just difficult to write on tomblr rn for me...gran does not make this easier. the issues r endless. can i offer u akira.

how often do you like to ship?

(person whos always in ship tags) (smiley face) (smiley face) (smiley face) can u get into mhyk for akira....or farmsims....................ill ship everything in there.....

are you multiship?

YAAAAAA the idea of having 1 ship on my blog doesnt excite me. even tho i dont write romance atm. LMFAOABKAJD

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

do u wanna hear about the akifi doujins ive read. or the akifau art where faust puts a flowercrown on akiras head.

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

THIS IS HOW DIANTHA/CLARISSE CAN STILL WIN. i am also a sabrina/leona fan. 'did they interact' no but they should. ppl who lost their husband(s). ppl who both should be AT THE CLUB. me/canaria. me/crystal

finally, how does one ship with you?

u like my posts & listen to my ramblings and i twirl my hair and send u more asks and then it just happens. foolproof.

tagged by: @convxction faty my beloved my everything u should do it for ur multi too.... tagging: @shiningstages kait i think u should do this for ur multi and ramble............

[timeofjuly]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for the tag @floofanflurr <3 I am always happy to yap about my fics! I'll pop this below the cut 'cause it's kinda long.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Eight under the timeofjuly account, and a few others scattered around other usernames and the anonymous collection.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 124,470 words, which is kinda crazy to look back on since I only started in August of last year.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Undertale at the moment, but I've written for a few other fandoms in the past.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Resisting the Current

Trick or Heat

Wishbone

Parallel Circuits

And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Always, though it sometimes takes me a little to get around to it. My favourite thing about writing fanfic is the sense of community that you build, so I love getting to chat about the fic in the comments. I always have a million and one thoughts that didn't make it to the page that I'm desperate to share. I also like to say thank you when people go out of their way to comment, because I really appreciate it. As a reader, I know I get super excited when an author replies to my comments.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm going to go with a few of the RtC 'verse oneshots for this. I think Resolutions from Parallel Circuits ends on a pretty angsty note, particularly compared to the seemingly upbeat start. From Silver String, there will be no answer is pretty bleak and so is on my way home. I'm quite proud of how they both end, actually - I think they're my two strongest endings in the lot.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Any of the smut, probably? They're all set in happy established relationships and end on a cutesy note.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not for a very long time, no! I remember, many many years ago, posting my very first fic on fanfic.net lol and getting a very nasty review about how the reader didn't know the main pairing in the fic was m/m (slash back then, what a blast from the past) even though it was very clearly indicated in the summary and the AN at the start. It goes to show people have been bad at curating their own reading experiences by minding the tags and summaries since forever.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep! Mostly established relationship stuff under this username so far.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I'm not super into cross-universe crossovers, but, same as @floofanflurr, I really like playing around with cross fic crossovers. I'm (slowly) writing a crack dialogue-only oneshot where the reader inserts of Wishbone and RtC are stuck together in a broken elevator lol. It's been a fun challenge! It's very very hard to put two characters who are normally referred to in the second person in the same scene, lemme tell you, which is why I ended up choosing to go dialogue only.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, but I'd be open to it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nothing that I've posted! @marty-parties and I have been messing around with an underfell papyrus/reader fic, though! I also used to rp all the time, which I'd count as cowriting. I miss it very much, even though I used to get super easily overwhelmed by it.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

This is such a tough question. I'll pretty much read anything if I vibe with the ship dynamics (pining and unrequited love my beloved, I will read you anywhere no matter the ship or fandom), but I went through my bookmarks to actually get the stats on this. I used to be super into the mcu (I completely lost interest after endgame) so tony/steve and tony/steve/bucky were the most common ships. I have no clue what my favourite ship would be now, though.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Never say never, but I really want to write this horrortale isekai fic I've had bouncing around in my brain. I've fully plotted it out and it's set to only be five chapters, but I'm really struggling to actually write the thing. I have started it, though, so we'll see.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterisation, I think. And even though I mostly gravitate towards writing angsty stuff, I think humour and comedic timing is a strength of mine too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Physical description and settings, 100%. I don't really picture anything in my head when I write, which means all that physical description doesn't make its way onto the page, and when it does, I'm just going off vibes. Particularly with setting - I have zero idea what the locations in any of my fics look like lol. Like, the house in RtC? No clue. Zero.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Really cool! I love it when people do this and I get to translate it, it's like a nice surprise.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, I think? It's all scrubbed from the internet now though.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Wishbone. I am so attached to the Second Mage and Sans and Rus, you have no idea. Particularly Flint, I just adore them. Don't get me wrong, I love the electrician and Quinn and all of my ocs, but I have a special place in my heart for reader inserts who are nasty and hurting and lash out and aren't always the kind, considerate, emotionally stable person in the relationship, forever supporting others. I read something years ago that said to consider how your character is inclined to react to things, both good and bad, and how for lots of people, it's not in our nature to instinctively respond to things with kindness and openness. In fiction, we often expect our POV characters to deal with situations with emotional maturity that we ourselves, along with the majority of irl people, don't have. I think this rings true even more for reader inserts. It's fun to flip this on its head in Wishbone - what if instead of acting with an uncommon kindness, you do the opposite? You get to be flawed. You get to have the murky motives. You get to hurt and in turn you hurt others, and that hurting has real consequences on you and the people around you. This is also a great way to create angst lol - in the non-fell version of Wishbone, where everyone is generally just less of an asshole and therefore makes kinder choices, a lot of the events in the fic just wouldn't happen.

No pressure tag to @covfefeships and anyone else who'd like to do this!

[acidcorrodes]

dash game: get to know the mun

respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

tagged by: stole from @punkzombie / @0fbabylon and got tagged by @ednsgrdn

tagging: at this point idk who follows me that hasn't already been tagged or already posted the thing oops

name: charlie (short for charizard, thanks to an old friend)

pronouns: she/her

muse name: i have many muses honestly???? but primarily i write dmitry and lisbeth (dynamic duo!), andy, zak, and a handful others on an on-request basis

preferred method for communication: look, i am silly and have both the discord app and the tumblr app on my phone and tablet so either is fine and i check both frequently. tumblr dm notifications are less reliable? but it's not a huge deal, whatever works for you is cool

experience: buddy pal bro i started roleplaying around 2009 or 2010 and moved to tumblr rp in 2011ish. the muses i write currently are from 2011 and onward so that's why that's the date i've got listed on my pinned post someplace, but like. if we're honest? 2009 or 2010

preferred rp type: honestly i miss crack rp threads i am not gonna lie, but generally? i love me some novella-type things. i have learned to write descriptions and internal monologue and introspection and i can't for the life of me ditch it :') i try to keep it shorter if i notice someone prefers that, but i don't really do one-liners anymore except in very specific circumstances. honestly though i'm willing to give just about anything a shot

pet peeves & dealbreakers: look, i keep my mouth shut about this topic a lot because half of it is people being immature imo and the other half of it is me being averse to change. dealbreakers: if you're a shit person, if you don't respect the care i put into writing my characters and into learning about your characters when i write replies, and if you don't respect boundaries. i don't vibe with any of that. also, sort of in this category but: if i can see that you don't appreciate the time and care i took to write your reply and you just give me slop in return? i'm not gonna waste my time with that. doesn't usually happen, but it irks me when it does. also i don't fuck with ai, that is not writing.

plot or memes: i'm good with either/both! my only request is that you at least give me enough info about your muse(s) so that i can figure out what the vibe is and what kinda person they are. that helps me come up with plots and select memes to send and muses to toss at you! i can't do that and write something interesting if i know nothing about your character other than their name and what they look like. i also generally avoid certain kinds of pre-established relationships w certain muses of mine unless i think i understand your muse well enough or that you understand my muse well enough. please understand, these are characters i've written for 10-15 years; there's a lot of nuance and depth in their characterization and it doesn't always mesh well with the assumptions people sometimes make for pre-established relationships. i've nothing against that, mind you, i just don't want to put people in a situation where they have to rewrite something because an assumption misrepresents my muses, and i don't myself want to be in the position of having my muses be misrepresented. i have nonetheless been pushing out of my comfort zone and trying it out to see what happens here and there, but yes. don't take it personally if i refuse to do that w your muse, and i am more than happy to explain why in more detail so that hopefully it helps a plot that does work come up

long replies or short replies: can u see how long this post is and it's just basic questions? i can't shut up lmfao i will turn your 2-line meme prompts into 5 paragraphs w/o even trying. (i also realize i write a lot, idc if you match length; match my effort and give me something to compose my reply out of, that's all i need. length doesn't matter as much as quality/care)

best time to write: at night, usually, but i just draft everything asap and churn out bits and pieces throughout my day from mobile, this is primarily a blog where i post from mobile believe it or not. i tend to read replies a few times and then let them simmer in my brain until i see clearly what i wanna reply to you with, and then it's about putting that mental image to words and having fun with the vocabulary and wordplay (sometimes more intricately than others)

are you like your muse?: fam, i firmly believe every writer pours part of their soul into their muse and that muses are exploration and introspection into the human condition. i am not my muse, of course, but every muse has bits and pieces from me in them and i think honestly that sorta thing is what makes them real to people yknow? if there is nothing, not a single thing, nothing at all, about your muse that doesn't correspond in some way to something you experience (even if inverted! an opposite-of-X is still calling back to X after all) then how are you even writing that character? like. how do you find their voice, their soul, theirr heart? idk fam i just have a wild appreciation for the vulnerability of writing

[squapejuice]

Alright, this has been bothering me.

As sometimes the only Native(TM) people know or encounter, I usually don't mind offering advice to people who genuinely seek it out in good faith if they want to write Indigenous-coded characters. For example I've given advice to a number of people who wanted to RP characters from Xak Tural - specifically people who want to play Shaaloani cowboys and don't realize that using the generic "fridged wife/daughter" as a backstory for their gay cowboy manpain, plays into the terrible, awful, real life pain of our Missing And Murdered Indigenous Women, Girls, and 2Spirit People epidemic. I've convinced some, which is good.

But if you're a complete stranger coming to me and asking me to give you my blessing to play your Whalaqee stereotype in the full New World attire, no. I cannot give you that. And if your response to me and all the reasons it's a bad idea amounts to more or less "oh well I'm going to do it anyway", why did you come to me and waste my time to begin with?

The New World attire is a bastardization of ceremonial regalia. It does not belong on a character that is written by someone with no connection to the culture it's based on. I can offer advice for sensitive portrayals, but I cannot give you permission to play around in already heavily offensive and stereotyped cultures that you don't have any claim to.

If all you want is someone who seems Native enough to give you validation, I can't be that.

I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. You lose my trust that you came to me in good faith the moment you mention "New World Attire".

[bloodsalted]

15. How has RP changed you personally?

@nonempyreal || the be honest meme || accepting!!

// oh man. that's nearly impossible to answer. here's a very small picture of my feelings of what roleplay's done to change me. i've had some of the best experiences of my life come from roleplaying. from meeting my other half who started as my rp partner way back in the day (thus shaping my whole life the way it is now down to everything we've built since then and being here writing this at the moment!) to making amazing friendships that've turned into roommates that i lived with in new orleans or met in real life (most recently was @devourcr who we discovered we've known each other far longer than we already thought like way way longer and i can't wait to see them in september so much!) and/or those funky lil people in my computer or phone that i freaking cherish in spite of the miles or even a whole freaking oceans apart!

all friendships that i consider very dear and i'm very lucky to have. there's ships that touch my heart so deep. be they friend/family/enemies/whatever, that i love em even if i no longer write them and sometimes miss them so freaking very much. to opening my tastes up to music and movies and shows or books i might've never found without meeting them??

i've been places i never would've gone without roleplay opening up the possibilities or the connections that inspired me to go there! and that's so freaking important. there's been so so many precious memories built on the foundation of simply writing with another human that've opened up my world.

roleplay has enriched my life in so so so many ways and i'm still baffled how just one little paragraph written with someone could blossom into a whole ass life experience. even the small ones can open you up to learning new things or seeing things from a new perspective. kinda awesome that this neato hobby can do such wonderful things. all depends on what you make out of it. there's no other hobby like this and i'm honored i get to share it with people i enjoy.

that's a fraction of my big feelin's. :X come at me so i can gush at you more if you dare. that goes to anyone on my dash! tell me about your experiences! i'd love to hear em.

[threadpull]

independent multimuse. private. selective. sporadic activity.

BUT THIS IS JUST THE START / WE’LL FIND OUT WHO WE ARE

THEMES OF: trauma, isolation, feeling trapped, repeating troubled patterns of behavior, duality, obsession, mental illness, making mistakes, transitions, breaking free from those barriers, personal redemption/forgiveness, and sometimes just becoming the worst version of yourself instead.

feat. muses from DC comics, twin peaks, original, etc.

written by graves. triggering content ahead. muses.

RULES UNDER CUT

about the mun: my name is graves. i use they/them pronouns. i'm 28. i have no triggers i need tagged. i love talking ooc to people! please always feel free to drop in my DMs. if you prefer discord, i'm happy to give it to my mutuals. i have sporadic activity due to work/personal life and mental health reasons.

i. this blog is elderly in rp years. it has been revamped as of 01/25 when i returned to rping after a long hiatus.

ii. i am mutuals only. i don't interact with people i don't follow. i check my followers, so i will eventually see when someone follows me. if you have a separate sideblog for rp and follow from another blog, i accept people letting me know so that i know who you are! i accidentally unfollow sideblogs sometimes if i somehow miss that it's a sideblog and see that it doesn't follow me.

iii. if we are mutuals and you want to unfollow me, please softblock me. super awkward thinking we are mutuals and trying to interact with someone who doesn't want to rp with me!

iv. common sense things: no godmoding, communicate with me if you want to control my muse a bit in your reply besides for very simple things (i.e. handing something to one another), and talk to me when there is violence involved, especially if it's about assuming my muse is going to get hurt; no drama, no being an asshole; etc.

v. i prefer not interacting with minors, so 18+ please. this blog contains triggering, adult themes. i tag major triggers and try to keep triggers of people i follow in mind, but i may admittedly mess up. please let me know if this happens. i tag things with "_______ for ts" like "blood for ts" and etc. that said, triggering content is fairly common, and i would suggest not following if any of these are dealbreakers: mental illness, abuse, stalking, harassment, unhealthy patterns of behavior such as obsession.

vi. there may be usfw content on this blog, whether sexual, alluding to abusive/toxic situations, violent, etc. i'm down for most things, so long as it's not glorifying inappropriate content.

vii. that said, mun doesn't equal muse. if you can't understand that, please do not follow. i rp some bastards on here, and i don't approve of their behaviors in real life. obviously. but if you aren't comfortable with how our characters are interacting, please let me know because i don't wish to make anyone upset/triggered at all! i've had some bad experiences with people who don't speak up or mistake rping toxic content as me condoning it. i try to be conscientious, but i also can't read minds.

viii. i use small text, light formatting, and 100x100 icons. let me know if this is an issue. i generally write multi-para, whatever i feel needs to be said. i don't expect matched length, but i do need replies to have enough substance to go off of. i likely won't follow you if you write purple-prose or your formatting is too heavy— i simply cannot understand what it is you're saying, sorry.

ix. please specify at least one muse! i may not be certain of who you primarily followed to interact with, and i don't want to disappoint. it makes me anxious.

x. when i send memes, i tend to spam a few. it's to give options. i don't expect you to reply to all of them, it's entirely up to you!

xi. i don't do passwords. i promise i read your rules. i also tend to not do interest checkers either.

[theceruleanskye]

𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 . . . Today, I am working on transferring and reformatting headcanons. Also, it is missing old RP partners' hours. Like if you ever run across my blog and we used to write together, please come say hi, and if you want to write together again, let me know! Chances are, I would love that. I just also sometimes don't know if we have written together before AND I can be very much a nervous bird.