#switched at birth rp

[findroleplay]

Hi! I’m a 30f looking for some 20+ partners to write either here on tumblr or on discord! I’m literate and have been writing on tumblr for nearly 11 years now. I’ll write anything from one-liners to multi-paragraph. If you’re interested, just give this a like and i’ll come to you! Most wanted pairings are listed below for each character, but I am open to others as well including crossovers! (pairings are not necessarily romantic in nature)

Degrassi’s Fiona Coyne: Holly J Sinclair, Anya MacPherson, Marisol Lewis, Eli Goldsworthy, Imogen Moreno, Paige Michalchuk, Terri MacGregor, Katie Matlin

Scream’s Tatum Riley: Sidney Prescott, Dewey Riley, Stu Macher, Gale Weathers, Randy Meeks

Scream’s Tara Carpenter: Mindy Meeks-Martin, Chad Meeks-Martin, Gale Weathers, Sidney Presott, Sam Carpenter, Amber Freeman, Quinn Bailey, Kirby Reed 

One Tree Hill’s Brooke Davis: Hayley James-Scott, Lucas Scott, Peyton Sawyer, Rachel Gatina, Marvin ‘Mouth’ McFadden, Millie Huxtable Switched at Birth’s Bay Kennish: Daphne Vasquez, Emmett Bledsoe, Travis Barnes, Toby Kennish

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[cutcaspers]

good day, tags! this is the official soft launch of a brand new multimuse blog! this blog is still under construction, so please ignore the mess a bit. you can find a list of my current muses featured below!

[peggyao3]

Kaleidoscope

PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC

SUMMARY: In a fight for freedom or death against the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha, his woman figures out how she feels about him, her poor devil wrapped in the skin of a beast.

WORD COUNT: 2,750

TAGS: Third person POV, AFAB she/her FMC, explicit sexual content,  rough sex, PiV, Switch!Feyd, Switch!FMC, but mostly Dom!Feyd, Feyd-Rautha's black cum, blood and injury, pain kink, blood kink, extremely dubious consent, gory nasty smut, blood for lube, mutilation, very public sex, and they lived happily ever after

A/N: Happy FEYDUARY! 🖤 Pulling this one out of the archive (specifically the ao3) for the occasion.

I've been obsessed with trying to decode the Harkonnen language (even though there's just a snippet of it in the fic) and I've found this reddit post and especially this one extremely interesting. The user @/tharpi9145 on YouTube commented under this video that the Harkonnen arena chanting was translated in Chinese theaters and provided the translation, so here's where that's coming from in the fic.

The theme and some of the descriptions in this oneshot are heavily inspired by the RP I'm writing with my sweetest friend.

Reposted from Ao3 💕| Masterlist

Divider by @/saradika-graphics

"Ek te stroeng ge e deser xhakhing grul klaxhkseda de haun dau ek se en-Barun Feyd-Rautha!" ~ Our glorious, black sun welcomes you to these special festivities of our beloved na-Baron Feyd-Rautha's holy birthday! ~

The booming echo of boos and whistling from the crowd passes through her heart and soul as she stands poised at the center of the arena, a brutalist behemoth chiseled of coal-black concrete. With her hand wrapped around the chalky hilt of her double-ended spear, she lets the vibrations pass through her in waves, taking deep lungfuls of Giedi Prime's putrid air that gathers in the pit of the arena like a thick bog.

When the crowd begins to chant in Harkunnin, guided by the announcer's guttural timbre, she perceives the world as if through a filter.

sacrifice to House Harkonnen her mortal blood   (give up her blood!) dedicate to House Harkonnen her faithful flesh   (give up her flesh!) leave to herself the deadly fear   (leave the fear!) leave to the mortals the endless fear   (beckon to death!)

The halves of the oval doorway slide open, like a birth canal giving way to its hellish spawn, and Feyd-Rautha marches confidently into the triangular colossus. From the highest stand he is no bigger than a mote on the lens of the binoculars, yet his presence fills the entire arena, more god than man to the one million spectating fanatics.

What is she thinking, challenging their god of blood and rot? Everyone craves to see her fail, no one wishes for her to earn her freedom. No one understands how she could reject their idol who has chosen her - unworthy, unwilling thing - as his concubine.

A putrid breeze catches the fabric of Feyd's tunic as he saunters in a wide half-circle, like a snake drawing closer and closer, hypnotizing its prey with slow movements made of liquid. This is how the gladiators in the Empire of Roma on Old-Earth must have felt, she thinks, thrown into the ring with a beast to fight for life and death. Freedom or death, in her case. Feyd is the beast and she is the human. The only human, going by the fanatic crescendo of Harkonnen chanting.

"May my spear skewer you dead," she greets Feyd-Rautha when he stands before her, a smooth pillar of black and white, unfazed by the chanting and the radiation. The corner of his mouth twitches.

"And mine you." Feyd grins at the brief flicker of confusion as she glances at the weapons he holds so carefully. Blades, not spears.

The crescendo peaks, a beehive of frenetic anticipation, all eyes on who will launch the first attack.

She was never meant to win, she realizes the moment she lunges, soft sand shifting underfoot. The sand in the training pit is harder, more gravelly. Her balance feels off and Feyd knows it.

He playfully parries her attack, then the next and the next. The humor in his eyes is the worst thing, and the condescending gleam. 

Months of hoping and training for her freedom are reduced to nothing and less than nothing within minutes. This is not the fair chance he promised her. All of their training together was a slight. The sweat, blood and tears she shed into the gravelly sand, those times when she scraped him bloody with her spear and made him laugh, made him praise her like he was truly impressed.

"You dishonorable dog!" She screams against the thick smog and the wailing background noise of the crowd. "You promised me a fair fight, you promised!"

Feyd's expression darkens momentarily, pouty lips turned downwards, a storm brewing in his eyes. A telltale muscle in his jaw twitches.

Yes, she's made him angry, good! Perfect!

Feyd's blades smack against her spear, a quick succession of tack, tack, tack. Then a thump as he aims for her fingers with the handle to shatter her bones. She dips backwards, thrusting the spear forwards at the same time. Feyd's shield prickles angrily, repelling her thrust.

Back into defense, quick, tack, thump, sksshhh!

The longer of the kukris scrapes unpleasantly against the spear shaft. She gyrates in a tight circle, piercing Feyd's shield with the lower end of the shaft pressed against his neck. She ushers him with her in a circular orbit until he ducks under the spear and aims for her thighs, slowing his attack just in time to penetrate the shield. Her trousers tear and blood hotly soaks the fabric. It's a shallow cut. He could have sliced her femoral artery.

"Why are you holding back, you motherless bastard? Kill me now!" 

Disbelief slackens Feyd-Rautha's features as he takes a step back, blades dangling from his hands. He looks surreal in the glaring light, stripped of color, stripped of the soft hues that only show themselves in the artificial light of the glow orbs in her room. She is mad for provoking him.

The unbeaten gladiator roars - the birthday boy - he lunges and slams down, not with the blades but with the handles. With brutal force and precision, they hit the center of the spear's shaft, accomplishing the impossible.

A hairline fracture springs over the shaft, Sardaukar craftsmanship damaged by the ferocity of one apoplectic Harkonnen who laughs boyishly at her expression. Abusing her surprise (has her weapon been sabotaged?!), he tackles her to the ground.

Dust puffs up, momentarily obscuring her vision. Instinctively, she yanks up the spear, pressing it through Feyd's shield, shaft against his throat.

He sits on her thighs, blades sinking through her shield to kiss her sternum, tickling without killing. The pressure against his throat draws terrible grunting and choking noises from the na-Baron who laughs open-mouthed, spit dribbling off his teeth, an inky rivulet that penetrates her shield and slips wetly over her bare clavicles. She fights to shove him off with the full force of two hands.

The hairline fracture in the spear begins to branch out, crack by tiny crack. She stares awestruck and with horror as Feyd-Rautha's face turns grey, teeth bared grotesquely as he groans and salivates and laughs like a boy.

Aaaaaa-ooooohh!

The crowd bellows as the spear splinters right in the middle and Feyd's throat bursts through, marred by a fat bruise that stretches black and ugly just below his Adam's apple. His voice is hoarse and barely recognizable when his body pushes into her shield, chests coming flush, and his drooling mouth finds her neck, sucking a bruise as his breath rattles in his throat. His blade-wielding fists push harmlessly into the sand.

"Anything you'd like to feed the dishonorable dog?"

"I want you to choke on sand and die! I want you to- Ahhh!"

Feyd wrenches the spear halves out of her hands and throws them away. She screams into his laughing visage as he pins her to the sand, hikes up her tunic and tears off her shield generator, then slashes through the front of her pants.

When he reaches down to unclasp the armor plate that shields his crotch, she lunges and punches him in the guts, punches him again, only waiting for the crotch plate to come off so she can punch him there, but Feyd slices her hand with a flash of white metal. The lacerating pain momentarily knocks the breath out of her lungs and she falls back, clutching the hand to her chest, howling.

Gazing up, she is looking into a kaleidoscope of madness, a writhing mass of Harkonnens all around, an ensemble for a nightmare and she is the involuntary harlequin.

The heat of the black sun brings a second pulse against the inside of her eyeballs and she feebly lifts her lacerated hand, surprised to see that all of her fingers are still attached, though her middle and index finger stand unnaturally far apart, separated by a glistening, weeping gash diagonally through her palm.

A pale, writhing shape behind her hand catches her attention and Feyd-Rautha's disfigured voice penetrates her brain fog. "You thought you could ever make it off my planet, whore?" His eyes gleam with mania, bleached by the black sun. "Out of my palace, out of my arms, unless I allowed it?!"

His shield is gone, his blades lie next to him in the sand. This is his victor's feast. The crotch plate is gone too and he cuts through more of her trousers and underwear. Groaning, she feels for the spears or knives, hissing when sand grates against her injury.

The wailing crowd convulses like one entity, a parasitic hive mind that undulates back and forth, a sea of black and white.

  (give up her flesh!)   (give up her flesh!)   (give up her flesh!)

She screams when Feyd's hand wraps around her thigh where he cut her earlier, squeezing and prodding until it comes away coated in blood. The hot liquid touches between her thighs, spread over her cunt by calloused fingers that even find the mercy in them to sink into her once, twice, lubricating her walls with her own blood.

Compared to the searing pain in her cut flesh, the ache of his blunt cock sinking into her is dull, almost comforting in its familiarity. How many times has he fucked her by now? It must have been hundreds. Humiliated in front of a million Harkonnens, this still isn't the worst way he's ever fucked her.

The thought makes her giggle and Feyd looks smitten when he crawls over her, fucking her with long, hard strokes. His eyes keep drifting to her lacerated palm, biting his lip at the sight of blood shed on his holy birthday. He supports his weight on his forearms, fingertips tickling her neck.

"Feyd…" she slurs and Feyd feels compelled to lean further down, anticipation on his features and a noticeable swell of his chest.

"I hate you."

Feyd's jaws twitch, serpent eyes becoming pinpricks while his hips roughly slam into her cunt. His hand wraps around her throat, but then he howls, open mouth turned to the sun, cursing, panting, eyes squinted. His own knife in her hand has slashed through his bicep, deep, deep, deep.

Feyd is unbalanced and she knocks him over. He hits his tailbone on the ground, dust billowing all over them. His cock is still buried in her cunt which has begun to warm up to him, offering slick to ease the glide of the thickly veined, velvety flesh.

She will give the Harkonnens something to boo at.

"Stay back!" Feyd laughs at the prowling picadors.

He is paralyzed by arousal, hips bucking on their own accord as she pins his arm down by the crook of the elbow and hacks the blade into the cut. Pieces of blood and gore splatter over his pale flesh and the armor plate covering his shoulder. His free hand clutches her hip, mind split between pleasure and agony, gripping her flesh to rut into her hard and fast, so he doesn't throw up into the sand.

There is a nauseating crack, hack, cchhrrkkk and Feyd bawls until her bloody hands come up to cover his mouth, knife victoriously planted into the sand. How is she covering his mouth with both hands when she's still holding down his arm? Feyd glances to the side and sees his severed arm being snatched away by a picador's hook.

The horned man-creature sprints away quickly, slipping into the bowels of the arena colossus. If the nerves are preserved, the arm  can be reattached later.

"Will you be a good boy now and let me go?" She growls, drawing the attention of black and white glassy eyes back to her. Her pelvis rolls greedily against his. Scratchy sand is trapped between their bloody, sweaty bodies.

Feyd laughs through the pain, laughs and laughs and laughs to mask the raging insanity because his woman still hasn't understood that she will die on Giedi Prime one day and nowhere else. His arm stump twitches against the ground.

"I'm, haha, never a good boy, hnnng-hah!"

"Hah! Yes, that I know!" She blurts out, voice high-pitched. The tears in her eyes may be from laughter as well. She gives a half-assed punch to Feyd's chest. "Fine, then I'll have to make do with a filthy mutt."

Feyd nods, yes, yes, he will be her filthy mutt and it doesn't matter if she wants him or not, if she hates him or not, it is not important, no, it is not important.

"Release me or I'll kill you!" She reaches for the blade again, but Feyd's knee jerks up, slamming into her ribs so she is knocked to the side. Feyd scrambles, crawling on top of her. They're only connected by his plump cock head that is still squished by her wet hole. Feyd's vision prickles with black dots and he sways, trying to catch his weight on the phantom arm that he swears is still there.

He falls down on the stump, howling, howling, like a beast in a bear trap, fighting against unconsciousness. He is the unbeaten gladiator - unbeaten! The ghost of a caring touch prickles against his ribs, stabilizing him.

With his intact forearm pressed against her throat, he throttles her like she did to him with her spear earlier, except that his veined forearm will never shatter, unless she cuts it off too.

She regrets not accepting the contacts that would protect her eyes from radiation. She had been scared of getting sand all over them, but now she wants nothing more than for the burn to stop and the throb-throb-throb behind her eyeballs that somehow matches the drag of Feyd's cock against her walls and the pulse in her slashed hand.

"Why don't you close your eyes, my darling, pretend we're in our bedroom?"

She does close her eyes and the cacophony of chanting voices turns into a warped melody, like wind tearing on leaves and whistling through porous rocks.

Humm, hummm, hummmm.

In this waking nightmare, the vision of her home world is swallowed by the black sun, a ravenous maw in the good universe. She lightly gasps when she feels hot lips against her neck and hot blood dripping on her chest. 

She wraps her arms around his neck, fingers tearing on the shoulder plate over the stump until it comes off. Softly, she caresses his shoulder while the rutting of his hips is anything but soft. Her legs wrap around his waist because at least he is familiar, an island in the sea of faceless, chanting monsters.

This is what happens when one listens to the voice of the devil. It crawls into the soul and rots you from the inside.

And suddenly the beast you've pitted yourself against is no longer a beast but a man and you're friends with the devil. The thought strikes her and she begins to laugh while tears track down her cheeks. Her poor devil has a severe bruise on his neck and she mustn't think about the arm — Oh, her poor devil!

Her laughter drives Feyd over the edge, pain, pleasure and humiliation, and he spills his rot inside her. Thick, lazy pulses of his cock that she finds oddly comforting. Her toes curl inside her boots and her pelvis happily grinds against Feyd's while the warmth of his seed sinks into her core.

Feyd's breath is heavy and strained when he shuffles away from her and stands, gritting his teeth. He is imposing even though a part of him is missing. The glaring light curls around his soft cheeks and full lips and touches his anemic eyes.

She wants to lie here just a little while longer, the sand is so nice and warm, but Feyd's hand cruelly wraps around her biceps and he drags her across the sand. She calls his name but he keeps marching, fueled by the mad cacophony of chanting and stomping. The hive mind salutes. Sand whirls up under his boots and dusts her face. Her shoulder joint screams in agony.

This was never a battle for death or freedom, it was death or rot.

   (Flesh!)   (Flesh!)   (Flesh!)

They probably don't care whose flesh was given.

Feyd-Rautha maintains his posture for show, internally trembling from blood loss, but the people only see the inhuman strength of their idol, virile and unfaltering despite sacrificing an arm. Still unbeaten. 

A black trail of seed and blood stains the white sand where the na-Baron walks and pulls his spoils of battle through the oval door, back into the womb of the concrete behemoth.

FEYD TAG LIST:

@nostalgichoya, @forgedfromthestars, @sweetiee-o, @missbingu, @minedofmoria

@sebastianswallows, @charmingballoon, @flower-frog, @welliah, @aoi-targaryen

@coastalcowgirl35, @esolean, @szapizzapanda, @tatertooted, @sunny747

@ughdontbeboring, @meetmeatyourworst, @gravesdiggergirl

[muffinmiri]

My personal Hatchetfield theories/head canons

Spoiler warning for all musicals and Nightmare Time 1&2

The LiB always wanted Grace in NPMD. They address her first with “We’ve been watching you Gracie”. Also I think the lighting in Dirty Girl means that they were watching or possibly even influencing Grace’s fantasy

I think Grace was easier for them to influence since she was already extremely religious. Something like it’s easier to switch the object of worship than making someone worship in the first place

There’s the theory about the timelines diverging at Hannah’s birth. (I like this theory). But what if the timelines actually started diverging with the Weylons and we’re simply not seeing all the wildly different timelines? Or maybe there’s timelines where the timelines diverge at different times? I really said the word timelines too much there and gave myself a timeline-induced headache but it’s still fun to think about

That moment in Show Me Your Hands in TGWDLM where Sam briefly takes off his sunglasses is actually Sam getting control from the alien for the shortest moment before the alien takes back over and puts the glasses back on

Paul, Bill, Ted and Charlotte do board game nights. There’s no indication for this really but I like the idea

Pete introduced Ted to dnd and he invited him to dm a game for them on game night once. Ted played a horny halfling bard, Charlotte played a half-elf cleric, Bill played a half-orc barbarian and Paul played a human fighter. Paul really disliked the rp elements but got really into the strategy of the fights.

Obviously all Jon’s characters are related. My specific idea for this is: Paul and Gary are cousins, Richie is Gary’s son (the reason they have different last names is that Gary and Richie’s mom aren’t married so he’s got his mom’s last name. They’re co-parenting happily though).

Richie and Ruth are siblings. I know if that was the case Ruth would have known about his death but I still like it as a head canon

[myragewillendworlds]

"Non-binary girl" history anon. Thanks for explaining and for the links to look through! I've been watching the rise of this on Tumblr & LJ for along time, but it was always at a distance, and of course I thought the fad would die immediately so I never thought it was worth digging into back then. I do remember at least a few users using the word "non-binary" to describe their fashion sense on Tumblr before trans* (remember the asterisk?) activism got big here, but maybe they themselves were appropriating that vocabulary from the LJ & DA crowd? It's so hard to untangle this stuff and really makes me wish I had thought to document it at the time, now that I'm trying to explain to people 15 years later that their "gender" started as a fad on LJ and isn't part of some 1000s year old queer history.

I'm not entirely sure when I saw "non-binary" as a term for the first time. I do remember the birth of words like "agender", "bigender" and such, which came before. In general, it started with girls going "I don't think I'm really transgender… but I don't feel like a girl because I like wearing boxers and hate dresses" and them concluding that makes them neither, or both at the same time, or both but they switch depending on whether they feel like putting on make-up or not. Shoving it all under the term "non-binary" came a little later.

This won't particularly make you feel better, but it doesn't matter. It would have made no difference at all if you had painstakingly documented every single thing, screencapped every relevant quote, created a whole timeline on it. The person accidentally "responsible" for spreading the word "demisexual" outside of its niche forum of origin had documented & screencapped every bit of proof that the word was just made up by a 15-year old girl for her monsterfucker RP fanfic. None of the "demisexual" adults who've seen this care that they're using a teenager's childish made-up fantasy word as a serious sexual identity and continue to use it all the same.

But you don't need a history on the origin of these words. You have 15 years of documented non-stop aggressive, transphobic bullying, suicide-baiting and death threats sent by the "non-binary" community to actually transsexual people. You have evidence by the WPATH that the "non-binary" crowd doesn't experience gender dysphoria, the symptom that's clinically required to be present for a diagnosis of transsexualism. You have a community of people that truly believes gender dysphoria doesn't actually exist, transsexualism isn't biological in nature, and gender is something purely cosmetic, malleable and changeable by choice – the exact same arguments made by the equally transphobic and sexist conservative crowd. These are your arguments.

"Non-binary" is an inherently sexist and transphobic concept, one that has been continuously used this past decade to bash, threaten and intentionally trigger actually transsexual people. All that is still as true in the present as it ever was.

[poinsettia89]

Looking for RP

Hey y'all. Chronic illness has been kicking my ass (as always), so I'd love to potentially write some literate RP that isn't too focused on reply length. I would love something with some well-developed characters and an interesting premise if we're thinking of something more long-term, and potentially a more permapreg/frequent birthing scenario, so likely something fantasy/sci-fi/historical. However, I'm definitely open to some short-term birthing scenes as well, which could be more slice-of-life if desired! I write carriers exclusively, and I'm looking for seeders, caretakers, or support, though the gender doesn't matter to me. I write nonbinary or female characters, who are usually switches or subs. Plenty comfortable writing more dominant characters, and I do love writing characters who are very capable leaders who have to learn to be vulnerable to accept help during pregnancy and birth as they struggle. I have plenty of scenarios to offer up, though I'm also willing to accommodate quite a bit depending on what you're looking for. Love almost any genre as well. I have an F-list that I can link in DMs. :) Looking to write some really hard births at the moment. My messages are open- please, message with more than just a hello, and please don't make me do all the planning myself. ^^

Kinks/will write (not expansive- feel free to inquire about anything in DMs)- Late pregnancy, rapid preg/permapreg, difficult labor/birth, heavy water breaking/messy birth, clothing birth, birth complications (unplanned multiples, large offspring, bad timing/situation), partner providing pleasure during tough birth, partner character potentially having preg/belly kinks, heavy lactation/draining, pregnancy struggles (overheating, exhaustion, fainting, swelling, soreness, illness, weakness, etc.), active bellies, belly noises, cravings, morning sickness, nausea, hyperemesis gravidarum, belly issues (poor digestive system, gas, aches, food poisoning, bloating, motion sickness, allergies), some stuffing/chugging, some feeding, public humiliation (public labor/birth, public sickness, etc), partner support, possessiveness, praise, worship, romance, cockwarming, bdsm/rough sex/masochism, dom/sub dynamics, risky sex, teasing, aphrodisiacs, ABO, monsters, bloodplay. Love using pregnancy and belly kink as a vehicle for vulnerability- so usually involving discomfort/struggle/some pain for the carrier. That doesn't mean it has to be exclusively bad, though- I would love to have the carrier find a genuine relationship they're happy in and have support in that, despite the difficulty of the birth and pregnancies.

Limits/will not write- Underage/ageplay content, incest, hyper, vore, unbirth, racism/transphobia used as kink, protag death, nonconsent portrayed as romance (cnc is fine, and I write very dark themes regularly- they just need to be shown as dark.)

[dageroll]

Pls read this before DMing me

Hello, my name is Yuki and my pronouns are she/they. I am transfeminine nonbinary, and assigned male at birth, as if it even matters.

I am a switch and I can rp any gender or sex, so don’t be afraid to ask if you want to roleplay with me.

Kinks include:

Birth

Breeding

Fpreg

Transfem preg

Anal birth (fpreg or transfem preg only)

Girlcock birth

Sadism

Sex inducing labor

Sex during labor (genuinely a great way to keep the labor stage interesting for me)

Hyper birth/oversized offspring (anywhere from 10lbs to the size of an actual adult. You decide)

Multiples (literally any plausible number atp)

Any type of nonhuman/monster/alien birth

Egg laying when the egg(s) is/are of equal or greater size to a human baby

Painful birth

Tearing

Generally, if it’s a category of birth, I’ll like it

Things I’m neutral to (not interested in but doesn’t make me ick):

Pregnancy (aside from confirming the size of the offspring, bellies don’t do much for me. Includes most permapreg. Sometimes I like a little pregnancy fluff, but it’s gotta be followed by birth)

Sex (if it’s completely unrelated to birth. Barely even made this list as I do enjoy it of course, I’d just rather it not detract from birth, as this is a birth kink centered blog. I’ll link my other blog at the bottom of this post.)

Birth denial (usually goes on for much longer than I have the patience for.)

Egg laying when the egg(s) is/are smaller than a human baby

Other types of birth that include smaller offspring (it’s gotta be a challenge)

Orgasmic birth (the pain is what I like about birth. Adding pleasure just makes it boring to me.)

Lactation (does nothing for me)

Things that make me ick:

Mpreg (starting to grow on me but if they’re too masculine it’s a still big ick)

Tmpreg (starting to grow on me moreso than mpreg, but too much masculinity is still an ick)

Sex during birth (anal or otherwise. Best case scenario it distracts from the birth, worst case scenario it’s straight up creepy)

Breast growth (when it’s a focus or excessive. I prefer smaller breasts anyway)

Weight gain

Furry

Inflation

Vore

Gore (I like blood and tearing, not organs or mutilation)

Stillbirth/miscarriage

Death (under very specific circumstances, I’ll allow it)

Pedophilia (should go without saying. I am NOT attracted to the baby AT ALL. Just the birthing)

Anyone 50 or older (my bad for not listing this here earlier, I forgot about it. Please do not send me asks about anyone over 49, whether it be the seeder or carrier, it’s just not my thing. I have no problem if you yourself are in that age range, this is just concerning fantasy)

Now that you know what I’m into and what I’m not, my dms are open if you’d ever like to talk or rp. I promise I will get back to you as soon as I can.

I am extremely grateful to have found this community of likeminded people who share this rare and often misunderstood kink and I would like to do more than just lurk for once. I really want to become a real part of this community, so please follow me if you like what I post and never be afraid to interact with me. My asks are always open and I will respond to as many as I can. Every time I open tumblr I check my inbox and every time I see a new one I do a little cheer, so do not hesitate.

That being said, if you want to see what I’m like when I’m not posting about birth, you can check out my alt blog, @laynejailey, where I post things such as: normal content, other kink content, My Chemical Romance, Class of 09, Jerma985, and Hatsune Miku.

Also if you’ve caught on by now, the name of my alternate blog did come from “Layne Staley” and the name of this blog is a similar destruction of “Dave Grohl”.

[mistswoven]

Looking for Contact - Verena Sun'rael

「 general information 」

FULL NAME: Verena Iren Sun’rael

NICKNAME(S): V, Doc

TITLE(S): Agent, Doctor, The Jade Dagger, The Good Doctor

AGE: 177

DATE OF BIRTH: April 16th

RACE: Elf (Thalassian)

GENDER: Female, cisgender.

PRONOUNS: She/Her

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single, never married.

PROFESSION(S): Surgeon, doctor, mistweaver, Blacktalon agent, member of the Order of the Broken Temple.

LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Common, Pandaren, Sign, Draconic.

「 physicality & appearance 」

HAIR: Blonde with muted pink streaks; lightly wavy, shoulder length.

EYES: Misty teal

HEIGHT: 5’7”

BUILD: Mesomorphic; muscular and athletic.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

A jagged scar that cuts over and around the outer edge of her right eye; the eye itself is unharmed.

A small cut to the left of cupid’s bow on her upper lip.

A tattoo of a cherry blossom branch wound around both biceps up to her shoulders.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

Simple silver earrings, often asymmetrical

One large earring made to look like a cherry blossom branch with intact blooms; it stretches up the length of her right ear

A nose piercing, right side, silver.

「 personality & traits 」

A searing pride scorches the very ground she walks, confidence radiating from her like the heat that comes immediately after. She's fiery, vibrant and powerful. Though not quite a social butterfly, Verena is certainly rather outgoing and won't shy away from striking up or engaging in a conversation. Self-assured in her abilities, it can sometimes be hard for her to back down from a challenge - and the stubborn streak certainly doesn't help matters. Though often rather down to earth and with a colorful sense of humor, one would think that a switch was flipped with how quickly she can become serious should a given situation call for it.

There's a certain charm that she's adopted; she wields it like a weapon, one nearly as deadly as her fists. Her hospitality and kindness will last as long as one behaves the same in turn. The moment that changes, it's pure venom from then on.

Want to know more? Interact or RP!

「 personal information 」

HOBBIES: Poetry, painting, meditation, hiking, reading, painting, swimming, studying, exercising.

SKILL(S): Practical and magical medicine, skilled martial artist, practiced tactician, fast learner, extensive anatomical knowledge, [REDACTED].

RESIDENCE: Varies

BIRTHPLACE: Quel’Thalas

AFFILIATIONS: The Blacktalons, The Blackheart Accord, [REDACTED] (former), [REDACTED] (former)

「 relations 」

SPOUSE: 

None.

CHILDREN: 

None.

PARENTS: 

Jenir Sun’rael, father. Unknown.

Sena Sun’rael, mother. Unknown.

SIBLINGS:

Eriesh Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

Lyrina Sun’rael, sister. Deceased.

Amora Sun’rael, sister. Alive.

Saeus Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

Kaethis Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

OTHER RELATIVES:

None

PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS:

None

「 habits & vices」

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

「 hooks」

Surgical Precision: A skilled Doctor and surgeon with a degree, Verena has treated many patients over the years in hospitals and even out on the field of battle. Anyone currently or previously involved with the military, civilians, monks, or Black Talons could have been treated by her at one point or another.

Black Talons: A current Blacktalon assassin and agent, V has traveled all over Azeroth and beyond to gather, seek and locate various bits of information ranging from a simple overheard conversation to a relic or two. Those of a similar occupation, drakes or Dracthyr of the Black Dragonflight could easily recognize her for this.

Isn't it odd, though, that she's just a Blacktalon agent? One does not simply become an agent; Wrathion hires talent. Maybe there's more to this.

White Tiger, Jade Serpent: At every given opportunity, Verena will speak of her time in Pandaria - working, training, fighting, the whole package. Monks, or those who lived, worked, trained or fought on the Isle could certainly recognize her from there; she spent a number of years training under a pair of Pandaren monk masters.

Woven in the Mists: Perhaps it's just a rumor, or maybe there's more to it. Though a skilled combatant and combat medic in her own right, whispers constantly swirl around a more unique style that she employs; one that can be used to harm instead of heal. Maybe due to the ramifications of using this method of mistweaving, or something else entirely, there will occasionally be lightning-like teal patterns up and down her arms. This results from an excess of chi use.

Sting like a Killer Bee: Despite her calm disposition and training as a mistweaver, Verena is known for a rather aggressive and punishing fighting style. It would be best described as orthodox Muay Thai combined with Wing Chun and Taekwondo.

Neutral Party: Verena does not identify with the Alliance or the Horde, and simply chooses to remain neutral. Though once a firm and unwavering member of the Alliance, her time and training as a monk seems to have changed her perspective on the faction war.

「 other/ooc 」

FACE REFERENCE(S): Elizabeth Lail

VOICE REFERENCE(S): Morena Baccarin as Black Canary (JLU)

ALIGNMENT: Neutral

SERVER(S): Moon Guard (A), Wyrmrest Accord (H)

OTHER:

This character is completely neutral, and thus has a Horde and an Alliance counterpart.

I will not interact/roleplay with minors or anyone under the age of 18. 21+ preferred.

I will not write with godmodders (ex. never misses a hit and never gets hit, their character is so overpowered that they’re basically a god and can’t ever lose, etc).

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[weirdweeb83]

Meet muffin :3 did I acdently switch the hair and skirt colors....mabye

She's the oc I'm using for a minecraft origins rp

They used to have manulbalas but they got ripped off and she was born with a birth defect causing two less arms, aka explanation what the minecraft skin has only two arms on the rp

[happywitchesofnewdi]

I'm 🔮Destiny🔮 and they're 💫Galaxy💫, and you're watching: ❤️💙💛⚡ The Happy Witches of New DI⚡💛💙❤️ on Disney Channel.

Welcome, kittens. This blog is run by two ethereal beings who like Switch a normal amount.

As we catch up on the ! lore, expect Switch OT3 hot takes and enstars hyperfixation infodumps to follow.

Tags:

We'll tag our posts #post by galaxy and #post by destiny so you know who's who.

The art we occasionally give birth to can be found under the #babu babu tag.

Game interactions & screenshots can be found under the #vivid rp tag

Other characters we're totally normal about here:

Eichi

Tatsumi

Kohaku

We now return to the show 🍿

[paladinc-nt]

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Hi! I'm Dove! I'm a 20 year old trans man and a sub and switch.

my posts will by tagged dove.exe

I'm open to asks, anon and not, and my dms are open, though I might not reply fast if I'm not in the mood. I won't send nudes, but I will jerk off to whatever nasty pics you want to send me ;)

Likes/is into: dom/sub, paladin rp/high fantasy, CNC/rapeplay, free use, punishment, breeding, male/transmale pregnancy, oral fixation, anal, blood, vampires, monsterfucking, gangbangs/group sex, occasional misgendering

Dislikes: unsanitary/piss/scat/vomit (hard limit), birth/birthing, feet

[prpfz]

👑🏳️‍⚧️🎠

have a craving that only arranged Marriges featuring a trans protagonist juggling through the world of nobility and trying to survive.

CW: This RP has discussions of sexism and transphobia including but not limited to Dead Naming and Misgendering characters. I myself am Trans (He/Him pronouns) and this RP is not meant to fetishize this behavior but rather as a story Element to tell a story! I am looking to play said trans character.

Character A had been born to a peasant mother never knowing of his father and even as a youth he had known he was a boy, however when he was 13 years old his father had arrived to their home, turns out he was a noblemen who had a affair with his mother years ago, and had recently learned of his birth, with a warring kingdom and nobility looking to him for a alliance, he decided that his lost child would be the key to this war winning. The deal was simply this.

Once his child came of age, he would marry the prince.

Character A at first protested this but his mother, who had been sick in recent years and could no longer afford to work, said that they had to go, and to stop “Pretending” to be a boy when he was a girl.

Character A said they would go, but they would not be a women.

Now the time had come, ten years later to be exact as the war was reaching its head, and Character A would have to marry the Prince of a Kingdom, to bind their large houses together and end the wars and silence the other houses.

Character A was not interested in war or in the Prince but they had to make do.

Now the fun part for Character B, He can either be accepting right away of Character A, OR be at first dismissive of his identity but come around eventually (maybe it’s a sort of “Play along for the public but in private I accept you.”) or maybe even Character B is never fully accepting of Character A and is just doing this as a means to a end situation.

Looking to play as a switch in these scenarios (or power bottom or sub bottom depending on the situation) with Third Person Writing and Drawn OR written Face Claims. No IRL ones! Discord only with lots of works building and character and story development. Like the post and I’ll send you a DM!

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[snarkyelf]

It's that time again for me to put things down in writing to see where my character is and has evolved from. (Template by @alannah-corvaine )

×—ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ—×

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Laure Sombremont

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(ꜱ): Professor of Death, Prof. (by his students), giraffe

ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ(ꜱ): Professor

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ / ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰʏ: Male, He/Him

ʀᴀᴄᴇ: Elezen

ᴀɢᴇ: 32

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: Winter

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ: Garlemald

ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ꜱɪɢɴ: Indifferent

ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Garlemald by birth, Ishgardian on paperwork

×—ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ—×

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'9" (no I didn't plan on that number, it just happened to be that when converting to feet from the FFXIV scale)

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: Average

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: If he weren't so tall, he would look very bulky. Muscular, on the hunky side, but often is covered from head to toe so he looks lean.

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Warm brown with hints of amber highlights

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Green flecked with gold

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ: Warm-tan, yellow to mid-tone, doesn't burn easily

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ: None (his blood family is a providence of Garlemald, not from the bloodline so he has no third eye)

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: Nothing major. He's a skilled fighter and always takes care to wear proper armor so battle damage is at a minimal.

ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ: None

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 🇺​​🇳​​🇮​​🇶​​🇺​​🇪 ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ: Bite marks from his two Viera mates... in the future (RP of this still happening at the time of this recording writing)

ᴄʟᴇᴀɴʟɪɴᴇꜱꜱ / ɢʀᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ: Spartan clean, but likes to relax after long days or missions in a long bath. He's not overly fussy, but he keeps his beard well maintained, his face is clean, and his clothing is always pressed (only because there are housekeepers on property that do the laundry, but his military side would force him to make sure he looks sharp).

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: Academic; collared shirts, vests, jackets, slacks, loafers. He adorns many traditional clothing of a man of Ishgardian upper working class, but isn't flashy with it. Although he doesn't have to panic to purchase a new suit when going to a soiree or dinner party; he has a handful that can tide him over through the seasons' different events.

ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱᴏʀɪᴇꜱ: Wears glasses, prefers gold rims but switches it out not and again, and he always wears a gold ring on each hand. Sometimes he will wear multiple rings and chain bracelets or a watch. Laure has a key on a string around his neck.

×—ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ—×

ᴀʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇꜱ: None that he knows of, but slight aversion to carrots might be an allergy

ɪʟʟɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ: None

ᴅɪꜱᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ: None

ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟꜱ: His energy is even leveled, but is better with stamina than short bursts. He can fight for a long period of time utilizing even control of his weapon and magic, and can exhaust himself into the night studying tomes and grading papers yet still able to wake with the sun.

ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Laure doesn't indulge often, and he is fine with coffee, tea, and a sandwich. Understands the benefits of a healthy diet, so will nibble raw fruits and veggies if they're on hand, but doesn't cook often. Has a soft spot for an evening treat while reading of cookies and milk.

ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Pops up like a daisy in the morning regardless of how late he has stayed up. While his nights often consist of a ritualistic calm down for the night (hot bath, reading, warm milk) he can just as often end up falling asleep at his desk late into the night when he gets engaged in his work.

ꜰɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ: Very healthy. For being as nerdy as he looks, Laure is, in fact, a jock. Laure partakes in the family's training grounds often with the sell swords on property. Enjoys a morning jog.

×—ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ—×

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ / ᴇxᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ: Introvert, but he has been branching out more as of late. Probably has something to do with two beautiful buns at his side.

ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ: Socially he is between calm and anxious but he has been working on overcoming his anxiety. When he's in his element (teaching, an excavation site, training) he is instead a calm-confident. He has surprised himself as of late of a strong confident self that is blooming as he spends more playtime with his fiancés. He is still quick to blush, however. His students have begun to notice the nerdy professor is actually kinda hot with this growing self-confidence which has upped the attendance of his classes. Laure is oblivious as to why, but he's thrilled to have more minds to mold!

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: Laure is quiet and doesn't approach people without reason. He's dreadful with small talk. While teaching, he is a decent lecturer, keeping the class engaged if only from his own enthusiasm, but when it's chitchat time he doesn't really follow the flow of things. He hasn't exactly caught on to the student's teasing as flirting yet, and get blushy and flustered when they do it in front of everyone.

ɢᴏᴀʟꜱ / ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ: Laure is merely enjoying life and spending time with those he loves, and doing the things he enjoys. He has no hard pressed goals other than watching his family prosper. This can sometimes leave him in a slump and forces his work into the foreground of his mind until he overdoes it.

ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇꜱ: Loving; Laure has a big heart and takes care of his family very well. He's the go-to guy when someone needs a ride in the family car or need an errand run. He is gentle in his approach to people, never wanting to harm anyone. And he is kind to strangers. Laure tends to not judge others on first sight, or even what they have done.

ꜰʟᴀᴡꜱ: Laure is riddled with anxiety in a crowded room, and will either freeze up or blather about his work to compensate (which isn't always wise to babble about because his work is about the study of death). Laure also compensates trauma with happiness; when he is triggered, or another person speaks of their own trauma, he moves on to happier thoughts and subjects, so much so this has been accumulating into a sexual deviance. When overcome with emotion, he releases it with desires which, while fun, isn't exactly that best coping mechanism.

ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜꜱ:

ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ:

ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ:

ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ:

Qᴜɪʀᴋꜱ / ᴛɪᴄꜱ:

ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ: He used to be ashamed of a certain body part of his. Kids in school used to make fun of him for it, and his first couple of experiences with men, Laure ended up hurting them. So he thought he was gross and deformed for a very long time. While he is still careful of his appendage use around his lovers, he knows better now on how to use it and how to make sure his partners are ready for him.

ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ: Staying with his former fiancé for as long as he did. He knew he was cheating when Laure was off with his high education classes or with a mission for the Empire, but he stayed with him anyway. It wasn't until tragedies collided that he had enough.

×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪ—×

ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Laure's mother sacrificed a lot for he and his brother, to make sure they had enough to eat, and later, an education and a future. Being beaten down from a noble stature, forced to become a street walker to survive, and later exchanging the pleasures in the bedroom to a duke to put her sons into military school. She lives with the rest of the Sombremont family as a secret refugee in Ishgard.

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Unknown, but an likely an Eorzean elezen

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ(ꜱ):

ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢ(ꜱ): Younger brother, deceased. It was his brother's first time leading a squadron, while Laure was leading another. His brother's squad ended up in crossfire and died due to friendly fire from Laure's squad. Logically, Laure knows that it was no one's direct fault, although officially it was blamed on his brother's poor management of the situation. Because the autopsy could not identify the shooter, only that it was from a Garlean bullet, Laure still has nightmares that he was the one that shot him.

ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ: Laure's grandmother is a lovely, delicate woman that will whoop your ass in chess, reads poety, and teaches the children to play piano. She is a well respected matron of the family, and she tries to spend as much time with each family member as she can. She and Laure bond when she asks for him to take her on an afternoon drive in the family car when the weather is nice(Laure is one of the few that can drive).

ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: Biologically, Laure has a five year old son. He is the spitting image of Laure! Legally, he is his nephew, as Laure donated since his brother could not procreate. Sadly, Laure's brother died shortly after his son was born. Laure maintains himself as his uncle, but the boy is not lied to of how he came into being. Despite not being blood related, when the Sombremont family was pulled from Garlean territory to safety, Laure's sister-in-law came with them and is treated as family.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ: The majority of Laure's living family (to his knowledge) are all living under the same roof at the Sombremont Estate in Ishgard. This includes three aunts, one uncle, and several cousins of various ages. He is closest to his uncle, who is the proprietor of the house until his son comes of age, and his uncle's daughter.

×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪɪ—×

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ / ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Homosexual

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Engaged to two beautiful viera that make him very, very happy.

ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ: SOON!

ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ/ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ(ꜱ):

ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ(ꜱ): While he and his lovers have an open relationship, Laure isn't as eager to take other lovers. Not that he doesn't enjoy playtime, but he isn't as physically adventurous as his fiancés. He loves it when they are with another man or woman, and likes to hear their stories of conquest. Their only stipulation thus far has been that if one of them wishes to get into a relationship with one of their bed partners, that they discuss it with the trio so they can welcome their partner's new partner!

ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ: Codex and Cheren

ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ: Laure has a difficult time branching out. He keeps to his home with his family and lovers, and he might know people in time spent at venues, but not too often does he go beyond his comfort zone when meeting people.

ᴄᴏᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀꜱ/ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇꜱ: Laure gets on fine with his co-workers at the University of Ishgard. Although his own subject of study is taboo, he used to get a lot of flack and upturned noses at the forensics sciences he taught. Lately, however, he has been gaining a new flock of students that is making the others snotty at him. He gets along best with the other science-related teachers.

ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ: A professor in the literature department dislikes Laure, and it took Laure a long time to realize why. They got along fondly at first, doting over poetry together in the library and in the faculty lounge. It wasn't until she realized that Laure wasn't going to be more than just friends that she began to give him the cold shoulder. Now that he's gone from shy nerd to attractive nerd with a constant gaggle of doe-eyed students following him does she now scorn him.

ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ: The lunch lady...

×—ʟɪꜰᴇꜱᴛʏʟᴇ—×

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Professor of Thanatology and Forensic Sciences at the University of Ishgard

ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ: Upper working class, thanks to his own profession and the manipulation of his uncle's, the Sombremont family is seen as well off within the upper crust community, but clearly not nobility.

ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Laure's mother spent a lot of time making sure he and his brother had the basics of education and taught them herself. Then, at 10, they were put off to military school where they spent the rest of their educated life. Laure did pursue forensic and related sciences through the Garlean military educational programs.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ: Sombremont Estate's guest house. He is the only family member not in the house proper because his work takes him out of sync with the rest of the household. However, he and his fiancés are planning on getting a place together soon.

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: Laure enjoys tinkering with the family car, and his own motorcycle. He likes to play music with his family (preferring brass instruments, although he is learning the guitar and piano). Laure also enjoys putting together model airships. Although it is job related, Laure really enjoys when the local authorities call on his expertise with magick related deaths to help solve homicide cases.

ᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ: Sex is a good thing, normally, but Laure uses it as an emotional shield. He is horny almost all the time these days, turning his anxiety into hormones. It's... frustrating at times. He's also into the idea of prostituting his fiancés, which while fun on the surface with everyone in on the game with joyous consent, it digs deeper into a place of his youth; of watching his mother paraded around by her pimp. Of a power that he doesn't usually hold.

ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ: None

ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Most of his money goes into his exhibition dig sites. If it is not university funded, he will often sponsor his own digs to study human remains and the effects magick and society had on their culture (and ultimate demise). He hopes his studies help prevent similar things to happen in the future. Otherwise, he spends what is left on books, tomes, airship model kits, and drinks at venues his fiancés work at work want to visit.

ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏʀ ʟᴏɴᴇʀ: Leaning loner, but definitely not lonely. He enjoys his quiet time to work on his mind or body, but he isn't adverse to conversation or the company of others. Only his circle of those he will reach out to speak with is very small.

ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ: None

×—ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ—×

ꜰᴏᴏᴅꜱ: Laure isn't big into food in general. Healthy and simple is his philosophy. He doesn't really enjoy sweets but likes his evening milk and cookies. He prefer raw vegetables and fruit over cooked or steamed or having them in a dish (like apple pie). Laure dislikes brussels sprouts and (he has yet to admit to his viera lovers) he dislikes carrots.

ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ: Laure says his favorite color is green. It's the kind of green of a tree in late spring/early summer, where the sun is past midday but not yet into evening, so the light is yellow on the leaves, yet there are grey storm clouds overhead that dampen the brightness of the leaves. That's his favorite color.

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ: Laure isn't adverse to many places. He is calm and adaptable when he can blend in. He has dipped his toe into more social events like bars and clubs, but it's not his favorite unless he's with someone he knows. He hates crowds where he is expected to network or socialize.

ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ: Laure LOVES the sound of the Sombremont house. It's always busy and loud with children and family members and workers. Music is almost always playing in the parlor (either on an orchestration radio or an instrument). He likes the sound of a good engine on a bike or car. But Laure also likes the quiet murmurs of a library, or the light chatter at a cafe near the university. Laure dislikes silence. Even when alone, he tries to have music playing. Silence usually meant hiding from a raid or his mother's pimp or the quiet anticipation before a battle.

ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ: Oil. Yes, Laure likes the smell of oil as in slide/value oil for brass instruments, oil from a vehicle, cooking oil fresh on a pan, or lubricant oil for the use of lovemaking. It might not be the most lovely of scents, but to Laure it's a scent of life and creativity.

ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ: He likes the feel of warm skin against the pads of his fingertips.

ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: When Laure was young he loved the few months that Garlemald had without snow. That's why he loves green, it means warmth and life! But he does have a quiet fondness for fresh snow days that aren't bitterly cold. Being a city dweller in his youth, fresh snow was rarely seen, as it was often brown and grey in the streets.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ:

×—ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ—×

ᴊᴏʙ / ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ: Red mage

ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Caster

ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(ꜱ): Rapier

ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: While Laure is good with a gun, he doesn't touch them anymore. However, his training has made his mage work and aiming a precise practice. With the combination of close contact and far-reaching magic, Laure is able to utilize his many skills and compensate where he lacks. This helps his ability to fight for longer periods of time and use his high stamina trait.

ᴍᴇʟᴇᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: Rapiers are not slicing weapon, but ones meant for precise strikes. Laure is very good at this, being a jock in a nerd clothing, he is strong yet smart.

ʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: Is all magic based. His magick skills are late bloomed, so he knows he cannot rely fully on those skills.

ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: He is best as elemental magicks and has to build up his attacks before giving a devastating blow, unlike other mages where the first shot can be lethal.

ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: His healing isn't great, but he has the basic abilities to keep one from death unless the wound is too severe.

ꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: He loves corps-a-corps, in and outside battle. And he keeps his rapier in an eather pocket rather than at his person; it makes him feel cool when he busts that bad boy out of nowhere!

×—ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ—×

ᴘᴇᴛꜱ / ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴꜱ: Laure has no pets, nor does he want one. Although he does like his fiancé's companions very much.

ᴘʀɪᴢᴇᴅ / ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ: Laure tries not to get too attached to material things as he knows it is fleeting. As a man that studies death and dead civilizations, he knows just how little they will mean in the end. He wears a key around his neck that means something to him, but it might get lost some day. He has first edition books, but knows that they will one day rot and fall apart. The rings on his fingers will denigrate over time. What he cherishes most is time, because it will never be returned to you, so he uses what time he has with those he loves.

ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ: Although not a linguist, Laure is well versed in many languages, either written or spoke or both. This was first taught to him by his mother, then pushes to keep learning when in military school for negotiation tactics (know thy enemy!), and then when learning old and dying languages.

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛꜱ: He excels at the euphonium, and is very good with trombone. Laure is also... uh... pretty damn good in bed. Like most things he does, he's very passionate in that area.

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ: He enjoys his bike, but he's not offended when others prefer non-mechanical means of transportation. He, himself, isn't fond of long distance travel with aetherits.

ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ: There are several papers published by Laure, and while he's is proud of his magicked findings from his excavation sites and forensic work, and even uncovering a long forgotten civilization, he's also glad that it's such an obscure area of study that people don't hunt him down to do presentations or rub shoulders with the fancy, old money 'scientists' that really just want to network.

ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ: When Laure's brother died, Laure was forced off duty because he broke down in front of his squadron. The army tried to keep him on active duty but there was no recovering so he was sent off in disgrace. This brought him home early to his (at the time) fiancé's surprise, who Laure caught in bed with another man. This all accumulated into a turning point; his years of loyalty to the Empire was not returned in his time of need. His love was spat back into his face for a man he devoted his heart to. It was just before this that his Uncle Frederique reached out, finally finding lost family members that were scattered 25 years prior by a bad man's debt, to help him seek out other and get them out of the Garlean Empire and into the safety of a false name and rank in Ishgard. Laure took up that call, and spent years finding and trafficking his family and friends out of a drying Empire's clutches.

[sailoropal]

My Pinned Bio / Summary

Hallo // This pinned bio makes it easier to explain myself, this blog, and what content will likely be spammed with it. As well as reaching out to other fans also thriving here, heh.

I must quickly clarify I do interact with 18+ content, so please, minors DNI and everyone else, proceed with caution; however, this post is SFW, hah!

About Me:

I go by Fae or Spec (She/They).

I am 24 years old - ENFP and queer [not a shock considering my sailor moon core]

A recent postgrad burnout woman who has resigned from the stressful 9 - 5 STEM grad job I had to now work as a disability student support worker. There's a lot more flexibility in this role that allows me to have passions and personality outside my Degrees and Academics, haha!

Regarding birth charts and for the sake of astrology I am Taurus Sun, Capricorn Moon, and Sagittarius Rising.

I have ASD - Like many women, I was late diagnosed due to many in my community dismissing my observational signs as "quirks" and "A wee bit away with the fae". I masked a lot in my life, but I realize it is essential for my mental health to unmask where possible.

My first language is Gàidhlig; later in my life, I learned English when I wanted to move from the Scottish isles, where I grew up. So, if you have a DnD/OC character influenced by Celtic Myth/Gaelic culture, I am happy to give advice and commentary.

Anime/Shows:

Attack on Titan, Avatar-The Last Airbender, Aggretsuko, Anohana, Bleach, Berserk, Chainsaw Man, Devilman Crybaby, Digimon, Dororo, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Made in Abyss, My Hero Academia, Naruto, One Piece, Pokémon, Sailor Moon, Shiki, Yu-gi-oh!, Yu Yu Hakusho, Lovely Complex, My Love Story!!, Wonder Egg Priority, Romantic Killer, Toradora, RWBY, ROTTMNT, Adventure Time, Bee and Puppycat, and a TON of K-dramas/C-dramas/J-dramas - atm I am watching a K-drama called The Glory and my most absolute fave is Strong Girl Bong-Soon.

I am starting the likes of Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, and I am open to more recommendations!

Video Games:

Animal Crossing, Bloodborne, Baldur's Gate 3, Fire Emblem, Bravely Default, Cult of the Lamb, Dark Souls, Diablo, Hades, Stardew Valley, Rune Factory, Monster Hunter, Minecraft, Resident Evil, Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, The Sims, Style Savvy DS series (Dress-up Games are my weakness), Pokémon, Super Princess Peach (also looking forward to the switch release!)

Okay, I am also obsessed with Dating Horror Games:

John Doe, Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, DachaBo!, Frost Bite, My Dear Hatchet Man, House Hunted.

(I know Your Boyfriend is a popular one - the game is fun, but I am not a fan of the creator.)

I intend to play the likes of Touch Starved, Courtin' Cowboys, Snaggemon, Trapped with Jester, and more, heh. :^

Books:

I read a lot of Fanfiction alongside actual works by Elizabeth Lim, Sue Lynn Tan, Sarah J Maas, Judy Lin - Anything that is literally Chinese Mythic Based Plot, and Fae Smut, if I gotta be honest with you PFFT. I am on Booktok a ton, so recommendations are appreciated while I organise my Kindle.

Roleplay/Writing:

I have been roleplaying/writing since about 15/16, so I have a few years of writing experience creating OCs and writing out RP Ideas. I went on an extended hiatus as I finished university and took time off to deal with my mental health as I settled into a new routine. I am currently not outright seeking RP partners as I slowly find the time to write again, but I am open to people reaching out to discuss their OCs and RP ideas!

I am such a recluse who will binge fanart, headcanons, and fanfics - I love listening to people talk about their OCs, Fanfics, AUs, and the works. If you share my hyperfixations, don't hesitate to infodump! I might get distracted and forget to respond- but I WILL respond.

[freedkenna-a]

♡ independent. private. highly selective. independent Scottish selkie oc blog.♡

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hello, I'm Wrennly. I'm 25 years old, American, & taken. I go by she/they pronouns as well. I am pagan, practice witchcraft, & own many animals. these are the rules & basic muse bio below.

♡ there will be no comparisons to deities, whether that's ic or ooc.

♡ relationship depreciation does not apply here, & let me explain. "whether I talk to you in a day, or in a year. I'll see you when I see you; until then, take care."

♡ I am neurodivergent; I have PTSD, Borderline Personality Disorder, Anxiety, & Depression. I work full-time as well as have a life outside of tumblr. I'm in a committed relationship, & that takes up a lot of my time.

♡ I also follow a lot of people, so I may forget your alias/pronouns/muses! I always try to reread everything before contacting people, but sometimes I am a forgetful bean! please offer me grace!

♡ I am a shipping whore and prioritize bonds held with other people & their characters. friends receive favoritism over strangers, but I try to play fair! I want to write & ship with people I'm comfortable with & who know me very well!

♡ muses are written at an age-range. meaning, some may be underage in one thread scenario, but of age in another. always look at tags for extra information. most times, consider adult ages as default.

♡ NSFW and other content will appear on the blog, which includes but are not limited to NSFW: smut, mentions of rape, explorations of human psyche, religious mentions, drug usage, sex work, abuse, pregnancy issues, abortion / miscarriage, sexuality, and so many more. do not follow if under 20+.

♡ blog is drama-free, will never post roleplay drama or politics drama. life updates will be periodically given based on how often I'm promising to be online, but cannot for any reason.

TOXICITY CLAUSE. I used to be a shitty rp partner & friend! I never committed bigoted acts like racism or sexism, but I'd have the tendency to collect ships or participate in drama etc. my past aliases include Sam, Sammi, Stormi, Peaches, & now Wrennly. all problems have been fixed.

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

full name: Mairi Rose Kenna nickname: Mai, Ri gender: CIS female height: 5 foot 9 inches age ( verse dependent ): 17 - 25 zodiac: March 21st; Aries species: selkie

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥

hair color: dark brunette eye color: hazel skin: fair body type: thin, but curvy dominant hand: left scars: on her hands, arms, and thighs most noticeable feature(s): her eyes

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

place of birth: Scotland siblings: none parents: unknown ( mother - escaped, father - alive )

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

occupation: jobless current residence: homeless close friends: none relationship status: multiship financial status: poor criminal record: nonexistent vices: stealing, but she's not good at it ( but she's never been caught )

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

sexual orientation: biromantic bisexual preferred sexual role: submissive | dominant | switch | top | bottom | vers. libido: medium turn on's: prefers making love turn off's: quick sex relationship tendencies: relationship unsure

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

theme song: honey and glass - Peyton Cardoza mental illnesses: PTSD, anxiety physical illnesses: athsma phobias: drowning self confidence level: medium vulnerabilities: her fur

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

Mairi is on the shyer part of the spectrum, she means well whenever she's talking to others. Mairi has a unique sense of justice ( where stealing to survive is alright ). she is supportive of the communities she's part of, and identifies as a queer woman. Mairi enjoys cooking.

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

Mairi's childhood was spent indoors where she wasn't allowed to play. her father was a domineering man who would force Mairi into aligning with his pre-concieved notions of what a daughter should be like. one day, her mother found her fur and escapes, never to be seen again. Mairi mourned the loss of her mother for a long time, and her father equipped a more extensive measure to keep Mairi under his control.

eventually, Mairi found her sealskin and escapes as well, abandoning her father.

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

species ability: selkie - ability to turn into a seal special ability: Mairi also aligns herself as a witch so she has powers of witchcraft

[puppyboyknot]

Hi!! Call me Flare (he/him), I’m a 28 y/o bisexual transmasc sub-leaning switch!

Some general notes:

18+ to follow (ageless bios will be blocked)

DM’s and askbox are open, please don’t hesitate to shoot me a message and say hi!! If we’re mutuals you can also ask to add me on discord

I’m NOT SINGLE and not looking for a relationship, just some fellow freaks to talk about kinky shit to and maybe rp a bit with

I’ve got a basic kinks/limits list below BUT if we’re mutuals and have chatted feel free to ask about my ~super fancy expanded kink list~ aka my super-organized googledoc with kinks and fantasies broken down by what i like doing and having done to me 💖💖

Some but not all of my kinks (in no particular order):

Puppyplay

Service and submission

Knotting

Leather

Impact play

Breeding / oviposition / birth

Free use / fucktoy

Pleasure as punishment

Demeaning / teasing / humiliation

Monsters

Intox

I’m NOT into:

Scat / unhygienic

Detrans / misgendering

Actual impregnation or unsafe sex

Bestiality

Ageplay

Mommy / daddy / incest (including fauxcest)

Dubcon / noncon (cnc is fine in specific situations if it’s been REALLY talked about beforehand)