#thanks for indulging me on my oc hype anon!!

[mcrololo]

What kind of friendship dynamics do you enjoy between your ocs?

There are so many answers to this question because when it comes to OCs and rp it's like.. you can do so many different things. So I guess my answer boils down to "as long as it's fun and interesting I'll enjoy it".

But to get more specific:

Taylor and Tiffany's sibling-like relationship. @shikariix and I never fully explored what their friendship was like before the Marchetti's adopted Taylor, but Taylor easily slipping into the annoyed little sister role while Tiff plays the patronizing older one is one of the funniest things TO ME. Taylor "I'd sell you to satan for a corn chip" Marchetti holding hands with Taylor "I'll kill anyone who tries to lay a finger on you" Marchetti (and she was gonna try in canon).

But then you have the "not friends not enemies but a secret third thing" that @peanutdream's Cooper and Cecille got going on where they always inevitably run into each other and they throw insults and punches but at the same time they help each other out of a tree or they invite the other to their birthday party. I pictured Clementine and Cole in very much the same way,,

And then you have the very soft best friends; "you can't talk about them so do you want to sing about your feelings instead?"; "I walk into my room and you're sobbing uncontrollably on my bed and I have no idea why but I'm fighting for my life to find my open pack of tissues in my bag for you and now I'm curling up to you until you've calmed down"; "no warning no context but if you need me to pretend that I'm your boyfriend so some dick will finally leave you alone, I will". @wooksbazooks' Terry and Beca (Team Berry) are everything to me

BUT THEN the ultimate tier of that ladder is Sandy and Oliver. Doomed queerplatonic relationship; "I am very much gay but you're my exception"; "would you raise a child together if I asked?"; they die a thousand deaths over and over but it will always be them, the other, the actual love of their life. Not to toot my own horn but I am still not over them and I never will

But wait! There is more! Are they friends? Enemies? Lovers? Worse? All of the above!! @shikariix ' Lillian and my Linnéa are the very definition of "I'd find you in every lifetime (to strangle you/to hold and help you/etc.) They've been through so much that they can't picture their lives without the other.... they, too, are toxic yuri

I'm also very much enjoying Chrysanthi's journey. The fun in roleplaying is that you get surprised by dynamics all the time; and for my dear 38yo chef this includes a wholesome friendship with an 18yo. I picture Chrys learning the latest slang & memes from this character, sometimes using it right and sometimes deliberately misusing it. They're the funniest duo on the rp currently to me

[captain-apostrophe]

🍄 🥰

From this post.

🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write?

1. I make it a habit: write every* day. Sometimes that yields a lot of words, and sometimes it gives me a single sentence, but it makes the act of sitting down to write the norm instead of something to convince my brain to do. Most days I feel itchy if I can't write.

(*every day that I can; sometimes I'm too busy or tired, sometimes I'm sick, sometimes I have visitors or extra shifts at work. Sometimes I just really, really don't feel like it! I don't mean literally every single day or else I've failed at something, but every day that I can without making myself unwell or ignoring other responsibilities)

2. I have multiple projects: if I'm not feeling one of them, I can work on another. And usually that means that a few days later I'm excited to work on something I've been 'neglecting'! I used to fear dividing myself up like that but absence really does make the writer grow fonder ime.

3. I create a writing space: physically, and mentally, there are things I do to 'signal' to my brain that it is Time To Write. For me this means creating the right level of background distractions I can tune into and out of, usually nature visuals or a stream of a horror game (why horror games? don't ask me, ymmv). I put on my headphones, which block out the outside world, and some music, ideally something to fit the vibe/genre of what I'm writing.

(yes, that is a lot of input - that's not going to work for a lot of people!)

4. I have a hype man: this is harder, because meeting someone you click with in that way isn't easy, but one of the most helpful things to my writing in the last year has been a supportive friend who is always happy to talk about what I'm working on and whose enthusiasm buoys me up, too.

🥰 fave fic you’ve written?

But anon, that really is like asking which of my children I like the best!

I'm the proudest of Confluence - it was a lot of work, not just literally but in mental and emotional energy as well. It's also the work that departs the most from the source material/most stands alone as its own creation.

But if I had to delete everything from my account except for one fic, I'd have to keep we both know better (maybe we don't). WBKB is what I'm always looking for when I crave a fic to read - all my favourite tropes are there, it's got fluff and angst and romance and sex and sexuality and an indulgent OC and a fun rarepair... writing this fic is like hanging out in a pleasant space.

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Thanks for the ask, anon! I hope you enjoyed the rambling! <3

[lionfanged]

ok i keeping getting clever lil anons can y’all chill pls? i know u guys think it’s like, endearing bcuz he’s a villain, but me being excited about my character rn isn’t an invitation to come and land sick dunks on him 🤷‍♀️

let me be hype for finally doing some indulgent stuff with my oc w/o arriving to drag him thru the mud unwarranted, thanks!

[queenofnohr]

(1/2) Hello! I am sending you this ask because I want to express my gratitude. I've been into FE14 back when the first trailer dropped. Your first meta pieces and early analyzing of the game grabbed my attention and you became my go-to FE14 blogger since then. The hype for FE14 is still the biggest I've ever felt for /anything/ and a considerable part of it for me was to check your blog, see your thoughts, Madora and Brutus' genesis and growth... You contributed immensely to making FE14

(2/2)enjoyable for me and being hyped for the game was such a blast, such a great time. The translation work you've done for the game had made you a contender for "#1 devoted fan" in my eyes. I could go on but tumblr's ask limit will stop me so once again. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything! I still enjoy your blog to this day. Thank you a lot!

Thank you so much........

I feel like a lot of the time I can’t properly express my gratitude online, and I worry that I come off as unappreciative or otherwise “not into it”? But asks like these always move me deeply. I’m really, really happy that I was a part of making the fe14 hype for you. The joy I felt waiting for its release, and even sometime after, writing meta, indulging in the sheer joy and excitement it brought... there really was nothing quite like it huh? I, too, am waiting for something that’ll make me that excited again. And, I think it went both ways, you know? For me, everyone talking to me with love brimming in their hearts for fe14, being interested in my OCs, asking me questions about the game and characters....... It allowed me to truly relish in the absolute joy it brought me.

I feel like I’m someone who needs to love deeply - if I can’t lay all my love into a game or character, I feel like something is missing. But for that half year waiting for it, and that summer translating, it felt like I could love as deeply as I wanted. It felt like that love was endless. And I think, largely in part because of being able to love so fully, that love is endless, at least for me. Even if I’ve been quiet about it for a couple years now. Even if a lot of the fandom treated me poorly and even if there seemed to be an MO to slaughter hype pre ENG release. Even if, even now, my thoughts twist up in my mind whenever I want to talk about it again into something that isn’t just unabashed love, but something where I feel the need to go on the defensive, where I need to preface every loving word with a disclaimer.

So, thank you. I don’t know who you are, anon, but I didn’t know who a lot of you were back then either. Thank you for partaking in that joy, excitement, and wonder with me.

[helloimnotlame]

First Time - Seth Rollins Smut

A/N: Requested by anon (so sorry it took so long i got a life for 6 days) hope I fulfilled it to your liking! Long af, Thanks for reading, feedback is vv appreciated !!

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Roaring spews of golden dipped vermilion dwelled upon bristled bark like fog against a hazy horizon in a cage of brass and bricks before you. The luminous scent of crisp firewood it gave off intertwined with your boyfriend Seth Rollin’s  cologne, the vibe spreading throughout the room laying you content in the curve of his masculine figure. The subtle sparks of fire against wood accompanied his raspy voice as he spoke. “Me n’ Ambrose - we were walking around the arena and these crappy shoes hurt like hell. I swear I’d rather walk on needles ” Your eyes focused on the fireplace while listening to him mindlessly ramble on about his day as if it were a hobby as moments like these where Seth actually spoke emotions came rare. He’d always ask you about his day and when you tried to return the favor he always shrugged it off so you took the opportunity.

“My feet hurt - I start talking about it n’ this guy comes up to me askin if he can rub my feet” He paused completely dumbfound, the air he sucked in representing it. “Who asks somebody to rub their feet in the middle of a hallway” You giggled at his unusual interaction however you found it believable, and sometimes could even imagine yourself in the persons shoes. “Maybe he genuinely cared about your comfort” you defended on his behalf, shrugging suggestively up against Seth with a sly smile.

“What no - he’s literally just some 50 old virgin - being weird and gettin’ off to feet and stuff” Seth ridiculed harsher - his face scrunching up at the fact that you were defending him. Personally, Seth despised the thought of doing more than looking at a person’s feet and close-mindedly refused to see how other people could. By his strained and defensive demeanor you could tell he was really bothered by it, as if his pride was on the line - so you decided to change the topic.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin” laughs protruded under your tone , earning a simple shrug from Seth. “No - No there’s not but they just do weird stuff” It was the stereotype. If you were doing something abnormal you were instantly labeled as someone who had never been touched before. “Oh okay so, Do I do weird things?” You questioned hastily, your words stunning him like a spray of ocean water to the face of the blazing sun.

“Da….” His gaze fell off into the distance as if he was looking for the right words to say. His long eyelashes fluttered waves with each word that trembled fear of upsetting you. “You..I mean…I wouldn’t say it’s because you’re a virg- I mean that’s just you and how you are as an individual and - I love you…for it” Your eyes diverted from the flames to him - watching him struggle to eat his words in each breath he took. “Mhmm ya I believe you, Seth” your words leaked sarcasm causing him to grin. “Hey ok you think you’re cute. You ain’t innocent missy.” His slender body curved so he laid on top of you, your body sinking into the soft couch below. “Oh me?” You questioned with the softest voice you could put on through the sarcasm that refused to leave your mouth , your breath hitching lightly as you felt his warm physique press down onto yours creating little balls of spark through your clothes. After all, He wasn’t lying. Even though you had never truly had sex with someone you knew just about from what Seth was mentioning of feet to even weirder things. “Yes you” He chuckled, his brown eyes peering into yours with soft quills. “When are we gonna take care of that little thing anyways - huh?” Cotton grew in your throat at his words. The most you had ever done to yourself was graze your clit or barely manage to get one finger in - but you were more than excited to feel the hype of sex that had society drunk. It wasn’t that you were scared either - Seth had the trust of your life but it was the matter of going through it that made you anxious. “I’m ready” you assured Seth, with a small shrug to his actual question.

“Right now?” Seth questioned almost immediately, his forehead drifting off against yours. Watching his gaze stare into yours for confirmation made your heart race. This was actually going to happen. “Yeah…right now…” you trailed off with a deep shaky breath - your brain prepping deep speculation for what was to come next.  A shy smile itched onto his lips, his defined cheek bones curling with it. “Really?” His tone was cheeky with shock that he - a scrub in his eyes was going to be the one that you entrusted with a gem. That he will be the one to take the precious peace of innocence you kept all these years. “Really - Seth yes” you shrugged anxiously making him chuckle, his lips pressing against the tender lining of your jaw. “You’re just too cute” he purred, your skin chilling at his change of tone. Just a second ago he was all gushy now his voice was consumed with lust and seduction from the thought of indulging in his lover. You couldn’t help but get turned on, your legs sliding against him, his wet lips grasping the vulnerable skin buried in the crook of your neck to the rhythm of want his hands drummed against your waist. You stifled out shy moans to the sensations , the worry of sounding weird clouding you from true expression but Seth noticed this and couldn’t stand it. He didn’t expect full on porn star moans nor wanted them. He wanted to know all that he was doing to you. “It’s okay babe - I got you. Just let go” he rasped, the vibrations his mutters induced strumming against your chest. His hands  were subtle suctions as they rose to cup your breasts through your shirt, a  loud moan woven with shock and pleasure slipping from your mouth feeling the skin succumb to his grip.

“That’s it. Can I take it off?” His chocolate eyes peered at you through  the  loose strands of hair dangled effortlessly against his face. You gave him the signal with a quick nod, anticipation filling the pit of your stomach. You watched his body slither down your legs, your shirt flipping up briefly - his lips replacing the comfort of the cloth. The intensity of his kisses rose with your shirt, the fabric brimmed to your chin, Seth too busy indulging in your bra covered chest to take it off completely. His smile curved with gentle fascination at the scene causing you to giggle.  Of course during your relationship he’s seen you naked - but never close up like this and it drove him crazy with want. His fingers crawled under your back against the couch, unhooking your bra with ease. “Arms up” he demanded, your arms draping against the couch arm as you let him slide off your top garments, they making a muddle against the soft rum carpet below. His lips clasped one nipple into the warmth of his mouth, your sensitive nob subduing under the smooth damp surface of his tongue, sending pleasurable yet unfamiliar sensation to your breasts. Seth grew conscious in ensuring he wasn’t doing anything wrong, his gaze meeting yours as he savored your taste, watching each fold and twitch your mouth made above him. Warm silk blanketed the curve of your nipple with passion driven to pleasure you, the sting it sent gentle yet demanding.

Just as you started to get used to the sensation, your nipple puckered out of his mouth , bouncing back against your breast. “You liked that , huh baby?” Seth purred as he crept further down your body. You nodded your head shyly but that wasn’t satisfactory for Seth. “Tell me” he demanded, the brim of your pants in the folds of his fingers. Thick saliva folded in the start of your throat as you tapped into the succession of courage through your shyness of lustful expression. “I liked it, Seth” you spoke with a much louder voice than before but it still failed to satisfy Seth. He wanted the satisfaction of hearing your voice pronounce each and every foul word in the dictionary.  "You liked what?“

“My-my nipple in your mouth” you stuttered in a low whimper. Seth hummed in response, his dick twitching at each word “That’s my good girl”. Filth filled his mind - hearing your profane language being  one of the hottest things in the world to him and it never failed to make him hard. His thick fingers intertwined with the hem of your pants, your panties caught in the hook. Your bottoms skid painfully slow down your legs the cold air attacking your skin with chills, Seth’s lips not helping as they kissed roses against them. Your bottoms joined your top in the muddle across the floor, your body presented completely bare on display for Seth. His melted eyes did numbers across your bare skin as he took in every inch of your nude body. Seeing you like this made his mouth water, every inch of your skin being fueling both his desires and lust.

“My god (Y/N)…you’re so beaut-fuck…spread those legs for me” He rasped in awe, positioning his head inbetween the inside of your thighs just as you spread them revealing your untouched cunt. Seth hummed, his lips kissing the tender skin of your thighs sending fragile sensations through your body. His tongue flicked against the hood of your clit shocking you as the fragile sensations intensified immensely - the new effortless feeling of ecstasy clouding your lower half with pleasure. “Oh..” you moaned, bucking your hips mindlessly, Seth’s tongue digging deeper into your hood. Slurping sounds soon filled the air as Seth went down on you delivering pleasure throughout your body, his lips savoring the taste of you. This moment had been a big fantasy of his ever since the two you of started dating, just the though of eating you out being enough to turn him on. Seth’s became messy as he was lost in desire , his spit soaking  your pussy lips, the cold liquid trickling a trail to your hole prying a loud moan from your lips at the new experience. Rigid vibrations muttered from his mouth as his lips sucked sensually on your clit , his dark beard drenched in a mix of your juices. His forefinger poked into your clenched tight opening , your body instinctively tensing up at the pain it caused. Seth noticed your discomfort, his other hand immediately caressing your thigh in efforts to relax you.

"Shhh, Shhhh I got you. It’s gonna hurt a little baby girl alright ? - and you tell me if it does.“  He directed in a soothing hush , his carefulness calming you knowing he’d stop if it got too much. But fear that it would clouded your mind as just one of his fingers hurt like hell.   "Okay” you whimpered trust in him, your legs trembling from the mix of emotions. One hand was back on your clit massaging small circles while the other pressed into your opening - Seth’s plan to relieve the ache with pleasure. Everything went dark - the light of the fire still visible through your closed eyes at the feeling of him invading your tight hole. Watching your reaction Seth began to worry, instinctively retracting his finger not wanting to hurt you. As soon as his finger left, you felt your hole re-clench all over again, disappointment escaping your mouth in the form of a gasp. “No, no keep going” you reassured him, earning a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “My strong lady” Seth praised only imaging how bad you were feeling right now, the sensation of his forefinger pushing you apart returning.  

After a while the sensation wasn’t too bad but just came with an enormous amount of discomfort, his fingers being much thicker and longer than yours. His finger protruded slowly in and out of your hole until he felt you loosen up. “Ready for more?” His voice was deep yet softened with care and patience.  You nodded in confirmation, sucking your breath in with preparation to start again. Seth’s middle finger pushed in alongside his fore, your hole making way painfully for his the force. After moments of clenching and squeezing , Seth’s middle and index finger rested inside you like plyers forcing open a rubber band. “You doing alright?” Seth asked consciously, watching your expression. “Yea - keep coming ” you forced out under your breath. It did hurt like hell but you knew it was only gonna get better with time. A few minutes of your hole stretching the discomfort and pain started to go away. Between the sensations Seth delivered to your clit and feeling his long fingers dig into your wetness the experience began to be pleasurable. Soft moans trailed from your lips as your body released its tension, submitting to the arousal. But fingers could only go so deep. You needed more. “Seth..” you whimpered with shaky breathes through the pleasure grabbing his focus from off your pussy. “I want it.” Seth smacked his lips along to the rhythm of his head shaking, his fingers still working you. "I don’t know what ‘It’ is you gotta tell me what you want baby girl". Not this again. You knew he knew what you wanted and it felt weird having to say it out loud constantly. Another audible whimper hummed through your body -  following with your hips bucking. It only made Seth quicken his pace, his wet fingers rubbing furiously on your clit causing you to moan louder with ecstasy. “Hmm? You gonna tell me?” he pressed , spitting down onto your folds lubricating your clit. The curve of your spine arched at the change of pace - the pleasure becoming overwhelming . Your mouth showed just how intense it was with a symphony of moans.   "Fuck me Seth - I want your dick” you blurted out. Seth hummed at your foul  outburst a cheeky smirk planting on his lips. “That’s my girl” You watched as Seth slicked his wet fingers from your hole, his body declining onto his knees. His hairy knuckles slid down the black sweat pants that clung onto his waist, his pulsing rock solid length that ached for a taste of you springing from it’s cage and smacking his toned V-line. A rosey red invaded the tip of his vein protruded cock a growl of relief slipping from Seth's mouth the feeling of being contained dissolving. From the near drawer, Seth pulled out a silver condom the package ripping open under his fingers. The latex slid on snuggly around his cock as he slid the rubber down his shaft. Positioning himself up against your opening, your breathing started to quicken. He was pretty big and the thought of it pushing inside of you made you ache already but you wanted to get it over with.

“Ready?” Seth asked reassuringly, you nodding in confirmation to his carefulness closing your eyes ready to bare the pain. Your back arched to the  hisses that strung from Seth’s mouth as he pushed ever so slowly into your tightness - his eyes squeezing together at the immense feeling of your walls clinging onto his cock. Your breath was taken away at the feeling of your lower half being slowly ripped into, the numbing pain staining your stomach with a pit of inferno . Desperate for something to clutch onto your hands fumbled against the fabric of the couch until Seth’s bigger hand took hold of you, his body declining down onto you in a missionary position. His forehead melted into yours, his clouded eyes buried into your sulked ones in the moment of importance. Your teary gaze met his with your lips dry in agape at how bad it hurt. “It’s okay baby girl you got this alright, you’re doing good” Seth encouraged through rigid breathes, all of his pulsing inches filling your walls, soreness swimming in your lower half to the rapid clenches you made in attempt to adjust to the new feeling. Seth flew peppermints if kisses against your face, his lips resting on the tip of your nose as he rested inside of you. “Tell me when you want me to move okay?” he hissed his eyes not leaving yours. You took your time, letting your walls expand around his cock until you felt you were ready. “Now” you whimpered, Seth’s figure leaving your gaze, your eyes squeezing closed to the painful penetration as Seth rocked his hips in sedative thrusts, his hisses becoming deep growls.

After a while of being limp to the pain and discomfort you adjusted around his massive size - the feeling of Seth’s hard on violating your walls beginning to hell pleasurable. The feeling cascaded through the pent up tension and pain, Your eyes fluttering open to your lips letting go of a few moans. Seth lit up, a grin spreading across his face seeing you had did it. Together. “That’s my girl” he purred, his grip on your hand tightening as he made love to you. His soft pace sent pleasure through your body his fragile thrusts deepened with his growls, you realizing what was coming next. Seth’s dick twitched inside of you his balls tightening against your mound, his dick shooting hard ropes into the condom, loud growls of pure satisfaction escaping from the both of your mouths. Seth hummed as he slid out of you, placing a kiss to your forehead as his lazy figure left yours to the cold exposed air as he disposed of the condom. You took the moment to steady your breathing and let all that happened sink in, your virginity now in the safe of your lover Seth’s heart.  Right after he did, he was back by your side, cradling you  into the side of his warm body, caressing you to the sound of the fire. “My angel… That was fuckin’ great” Seth praised through a tired yet excited mumble, his hair matted against the soft narrow face. “I’m glad you were my first” you admitted shyly. Although it lowkey felt like you got your ass beat, this was an experience you’ll never forget. “Who else would be” he questioned soft-heartedly “You’re mine, don’t you forget that.”