#tpcignits

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OC Reading Preferences

I was tagged by @orime-stories. Thank you!

Bold genres your character reads. Italicize genres your character occasionally peruses. Strikethrough if they absolutely won't touch it.

Rihnkiki Rihnki (FFXIV)

art | biography | business | chick lit | children’s | classics | comics | contemporary | cookbooks | crime | fantasy | fiction | gay and lesbian | graphic novels | historical fiction | history | horror | humor and comedy | memoir | music | mystery | nonfiction | paranormal | philosophy | poetry | psychology | religion | romance | science | science fiction | self help | suspense | spirituality | sports | thriller | travel | young adult | warfare

Elex Talhew (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

(art by a blog that I think changed names while I was gone for like two years...I'm sorry, user formerly known as miragethrust; I don't know if you deleted or renamed yourself, so I can't tag you)

art | biography | business | chick lit | children’s | classics | comics | contemporary | cookbooks | crime | fantasy | fiction | gay and lesbian | graphic novels | historical fiction | history | horror | humor and comedy | memoir | music | mystery | nonfiction | paranormal | philosophy | poetry | psychology | religion | romance | science | science fiction | self help | suspense | spirituality | sports | thriller | travel | young adult | warfare

I'll tag...(if you would like to, no pressure, for as many or as few OCs as you want!)

@starlightcleric @tpcignits @herearedragons @ampleappleamble @illbealive-nextyear @marumigamer and @irisbellemoon

[soulmatesinc-if]

Thank you all, to those who have participated in the poll and to those who have shared your thoughts in more detail. I will address what I've received on this subject below as to not clog the timeline.

As of now, I'm leaning toward a control variable that will enable or disable this repetition. I'll have to see how much elaboration I have done on each choice because I wasn't previously thinking about it in terms of game design.

@konoi-and-noir

But sometimes, authors actually add more to MC's answer on the next page or add more tone and expression indicators and stuff like that. In this case, it feels weird when the "choice option part" of the answer is not repeated but then the MC continues speaking. It tends to confuse me.

I think I understood that, and when you put like that, I definitely see how that can be confusing. Like, if the author is elaborating on the emotion or sense expressed in the choice, it makes sense that you need to see it to consume it like a single bit of text.

@wooliris

Personally, part of the reason why I prefer seeing the text again is that I'm usually not reading in a vacuum. Sometimes when I read the next screen, I'll get extremely confused because I won't remember my exact response (especially if I've gone to go do something else for a moment).

Totally get that, or if you save after picking a certain option and come back to that save later.

Another reason why I prefer seeing responses on the next screen is because it's sometimes not reasonable to put the entire response in the #Selection option. I feel like not repeating the dialogue means that our MC is entirely limited to the exact wording of our #Selection which means our responses will usually be a bit short/stilted (like it's not reasonable to put 3-5 sentences of your selection as an option). Because of that, if the responses aren't repeated on the next screen, it doesn't allow for any additional flavor text or context of what we just said.

(flashback to that one option I intentionally made super long 🙈) I get it! I feel like the (short) version that gets put in the choice text allows for elaboration on the feelings in the follow up text, but if you treat is as a complete sentence that MC says it demands a quick response from whichever character they are talking to. And this also echoes the sentiment above that if the text allows MC to continue their statement or to elaborate in the same breath, it needs to be repeated.

@the-gilded

#but i think its esp. helpful if youre like me#and whatever you read on the last page immediately evaporates from your mind lol

I'm sensing a theme here 😄 An interruption can happen for whatever reason, but even if it doesn't, many prefer to see it again as a refresher.

@tpcignits

While I do prefer to see my dialogue choice repeated on the next page for immersion, I don't necessarily strongly prefer it.

Interesting, because as a reader I'm the opposite 😅 But immersion is an important aspect and I'd like to preserve it in as many situations as I can!

You've all made wonderful and helpful points that shed a lot of light on the different perspective for me. Thank you for taking the time!

Something has been gnawing at me for some time and I'd like to present it to you guys in the form of a poll. Currently, after picking an option, particularly for something that MC will say, the game does not repeat the text of what they say on the next screen. Frankly, this is my personal preference and nothing else, because it feels a bit odd to me to read what my character says twice in a row, you know? However I recognize that other preferences and playing patterns might be more prevalent, so maybe mine is not that popular at all.

Hence, a poll.

I greatly appreciate your input!

[speakergame]

Since the Seer can't work due to danger of having random visions how do the siblings sustain themselves financially? Do their parents send them money? Is it assumed that the Speaker works some odd jobs with Seer around? Does that mean that the siblings are struggling financially?

they have a sizable inheritance. some of their ancestors (such as their Great Aunt Kate, who is mentioned briefly in chapter 1) were influential, either in politics or in business, and have squirreled away enough to insure that their future generations could live comfortably.

they aren’t billionaires, nothing that dramatic, but they’re probably just shy of being millionaires. enough money that neither of the twins have to work, if they don’t want to.

in addition, the non-Seer members of the family still work (Aunt Theo owns a fairly successful winery, Gran and Dad both had jobs), so if your Speaker wants to work outside of the vision-related stuff they certainly can. the story’s going to be pretty vague about that. Speaker and Seer also are, from a technical and legal perspective, private detectives - it’s how they get to meddle in as many things as they do without being arrested for it. it would make perfect sense if your Speaker takes other small cases and the like when they aren’t working on visions.

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I think this is a little caricatured, since I've put a lot of work into getting more in touch with my (and other people's) emotions...but there's parts of this that definitely fit me. Especially since I had to make a conscious effort to make my natural voice quieter back in high school. Hah.

This was very fun ^_^

I'll tag @nanabanonana @sayonaramidnight @haledamage @adozentothedawn @tpcignits @queen-scribbles @captainofthefallen @adrawatcher @shinyivyleaves @clitchuck and @illbealive-nextyear, if you want <3

I got called out by a fucking space personality test 😭

Thanks for the tag @judithmactir

No pressure Tagging @honeybreadbee @deedeemactir @mxanigel and @daisymeade

[homeformyheart]

Oh gosh the "A whisper in the ear" for Mason and Brooks pleeaase? 💕💕

thank you soso! this came together so fast 🥰 I really do love their dynamic. there are a couple small callbacks to things that happened in my others fics with these two: menage and dinner date.

author’s note: these prompts are so cute and thank you for requesting! this might be my favorite mason that I’ve written thus far. hope you all enjoy! copyright: all characters, except the oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – mason x nb!detective (brooklyn kingston) rating/warnings: 16+; swearing based on/prompt: The way you said “I love you.” // 14. A whisper in the ear word count: 1.2k summary: mason willingly accompanies brooklyn to a sci-fi convention.

where to?

a sci-fi convention was the last fucking place mason wanted to be. bright lights, noisy gadgets, weird music, and the smell of humans and supernaturals crowding every one of his senses. it was far too easy to forget that they were walking around in one of the largest spaces available in the city. with only three exits. and no windows.

exactly the opposite of the kind of environment mason enjoyed.

he shuffled closer to brooklyn, her proximity dulling the raging headache pounding in his skull by more than a fraction. even surrounded by sensory overload, his fingers didn’t twitch for a cigarette. brooklyn’s scent and occasional touch was enough. he had stopped wondering why a long time ago – who was he to complain about something that provided him relief?

he glanced sideways at brooklyn, who was currently smiling ear-to-ear and practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her this excited. he noticed the bizarre, disorienting lights from the neighboring booths dancing around in her eyes, a soft blush on her cheeks, a thin sheen of sweat mottling wisps of hair against her forehead underneath a ridiculous baseball hat.

the hat in question said “police ‘public call’ box” but brooks had told him it didn’t have anything to do with her job but was referencing a show about… time travel, was it?

he couldn’t remember the specifics, but he did know that he’d never seen brooks wear a baseball cap in the two years that he’s known her. although, he supposes he never thought he’d be walking around a crowded space like this of his own volition. maybe he should’ve let nat come to this thing with brooklyn.

a few weeks earlier

brooklyn sped into the living room at a pace very unlike her usual poised, professional demeanor. “nat, the sci-fi convention i told you about will take place in the city! i was able to get two passes, would you like to come?”

before nat could respond, mason had slinked over to the two of them. “why wouldn’t you ask me to go, sweetheart?”

felix slowly glanced back and forth between them. “are you… volunteering to go to a very crowded and noisy event?”

mason ignored felix’s bait as brooklyn turned to him, stunned. they had gotten a lot closer over the past two years – at least, she’d like to think so judging by the amount of time they spent together without mason making sexual advances – but she would never have predicted he’d willingly subject himself to sensory overload.

“there’s going to be thousands of people there. it’ll be loud and i didn’t think it’d be your scene,” she said softly.

the knowing and understanding look on her face made his chest itch and he scratched at it absentmindedly. “what do i keep telling you?”

her smile brightened in a way that lit up the rest of her face and made that itch from before start to sting. “right. you go where i go.”

“you will be on-duty to protect the detective, mason. this is not a vacation. remember that,” ava warned.

mason had just given ava a look – not even bothering to retort with one of his remarks about how he can protect the detective and have fun with them too. he hadn’t had the urge to make those types of comments regarding brooklyn in a very long time.

his brow furrowed in thought, but whatever it was flit away quickly as the line seemed to move and brooklyn stepped eagerly forward, creating a small gap between them. he glared at the unacceptable amount of space between them. he stepped up next to her and slid an arm around her back, resting his hand on her hip and gently stroking the fabric of her shirt with his thumb.

“what can i do for you, little lady?” the person behind the booth – a forgettable face, in mason’s opinion – asked.

the frowns on both their faces appeared simultaneously.

“i may be ‘little,’ but i’m not a lady,” brooklyn said bluntly. mason noticed she was holding a small booklet in her hands with illustrations of superheroes or supernaturals or something like that on the cover.

“sure, whatever you say,” the man said quickly, but the flick of their eyes upward in a half-roll indicated otherwise. mason heard him mutter “fucking millennials” before plastering on a fake smile and turning back to brooklyn.

“what would you like? an autograph? a picture?”

“um,” brooklyn hesitated before answering, her voice unusually meek. her arms had already begun the motion of handing him her comic before she pulled them back. “a picture? if that’s okay.”

she moved to the other side of the booth after handing her phone to mason to stand next to the asshole, who very quickly wrapped his arm around brooklyn’s shoulder and pulled her in. mason raised the phone and took a few pictures quickly, but knew the smile on brooklyn’s face was forced and the excitement from before was nowhere to be seen.

she thanked the man and quickly walked over to where mason was standing off to the side, tucking her phone immediately away when he handed it to her.

“you okay?” he asked quietly.

“they do say that you should never meet your idols,” she chuckled, but the sound was hollow. “i’m sorry, i know this is all too much for you. we should just go.”

“come with me,” he said brusquely, grabbing her hand and heading back to where the asshole was currently taking pictures with a group of fans.

he reached for the comic in her hands and slammed it on the table loud enough that the man flinched in surprise.

“hey asshole. when someone asks you not to call them something, they’re asking for the bare minimum as a person and you will fucking respect that, got it?”

the man’s eyes widened and he swallowed nervously before nodding.

“good, you owe her an autograph.” mason pushed the comic toward him and glared as the man quickly signed it.

he didn’t see the awed look on brooklyn’s face as he handed her the signed comic and ushered her away from the booth. she took his hand and led him to the next aisle over, where the booths at the end seemed to have the least number of people.

it was still way too many for his taste, but he kept that to himself. holding her hand helped.

she looked up at him searchingly, eyes hopeful as she raised a hand to his cheek. he raised an eyebrow at her quizzically, whether it was at her behavior or at how his heartbeat seemed to suddenly quicken, he wasn’t sure.

she leaned in and mason stayed perfectly still. it didn’t seem like she was going in for a kiss – and he wasn’t going to presume – she was on her tiptoes and moving toward his ear. the softest whisper breezed past his ear, goosebumps gently rippling down his arms at the bit of sunshine she breathed out before settling back down on her feet.

he heard her. he always did.

she didn’t need him to say anything back because he was going to need time and space to figure things out. but she was still smiling at him like he was the fucking moon on a dark night guiding her way home.

he felt himself return her smile – the muscle movement clunky and unfamiliar – and hers grew even bigger.

“where to next, sweetheart?”

* * * * * taglist: @kelseaaa; @kat-tia801; @anotherbeingsworld; @crackerdumortain; @gloynporslen; @writer-ish; @sosolenoo; @alyssalauren; @fhauvilles; @wayhavenots; @gingerbreton; @takemyopenheart; @pearlsandsteel; one-off: @honourlight; @tpcignits

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10 songs, 10 people

So like three months ago @dragonologist-phd tagged me for this...and I'm not organized enough to do a character rn but here's just the first 10 songs on my "everything with lyrics" playlist on my phone.

Also I still don't have Spotify...sorry.

"Pararara" - Kaetsu Natsumi

"My Universe" - Coldplay X BTS (ngl I don't remember adding this to a playlist, ever, but I clearly did at some point...it's nice)

"Nichiyo no Asa (Sunday Morning)" - Utada Hikaru

"The River (Full Band Version)" - Jason Charles Miller

"White Light" - Superfly

"Comic Fan" - Library Bards

"Black Velvet" - Alannah Myles

"Hurricanes" - Rina Sawayama

"Aicha" - Khaled

"Everywhere" - Michelle Branch

I'll be honest, I'm still not sure which of y'all are still around, but...let me try to tag 10 people. @captainofthefallen @queen-scribbles @rannadylin @orime-stories @sayonaramidnight @illbealive-nextyear @tpcignits @starlightcleric @quaxorascal ? and y'know just because it's been forever I'll tag @dragonologist-phd back...and also @nanadanonini.

[speakergame]

Helllo! I would like to start by saying that I love Speaker. I started reading yesterday and I got immediately hooked! 😍 Hello dear! I've noticed that you only have 2 possible tiers on patreon which both are honestly very low paying. I would love to give you more support. Do you plan on making higher patreon tiers in the future? Or do you prefer us to support you via kofi? I'd rather give you support in a more benefiting to you way! Take care sweetie! 💖

first off, thank you for your support! it means a lot to me! 💙💙💙

I have considered adding higher tiers to my patreon, but right now I am not really sure what I can offer besides what I already do 😅 I’m certainly open to suggestions for things to add for, say, a 10/15/20$ tier, but as it is I don’t have the first idea of what might be fun/interesting/compelling for folks to want to pledge at higher tiers

currently, all money made through patreon and ko-fi is going into a pile that I intend to throw at an artist to get some “official” artwork done (headers, logos, RO portraits to use for character pages, things like that), once I find an artist willing to sign on for something like that

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Hello sweetie, I hope you don't mind me popping in again! I was thinking of platonic SPOTS TO KISS 1 with Ellie and her bff Bas ❤ I think it would be especially cute if Ellie was the one kissing our big serious guy. Just taking care of him and letting him rest from the responsibilities. He would have to be sitting down for her to reach there as she is 5"7 though haha

I never mind you popping in!  I’m sorry this took me so long, but between three weeks of overwhelming work and then getting sucked into DA:O as soon as it was over, I was a bit occupied.  Anyway, I hope you like this.  It was very fun to write.

1.      a kiss on the top of the head + Ellie and Sebastian

 “Bas,” said someone, and Sebastian looked up sharply from where he was sitting at the kitchen table, recognizing the slight impatience in the tone.  It only occurred to him when he saw Ellie’s face, her crossed arms, the slight pinch of her brow, that he realized it was more like exasperated concern.  He heard the Speaker give this, frequently, to Li and to her own sister, and hearing it turned on him gave him enough pause that he didn’t immediately answer.

Ellie stepped into the kitchen, socked feet padding across the floor until she was standing right next to him.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” he asked.

“Shouldn’t you, hm?” she fired back immediately, almost before Sebastian finished speaking.  “I know you said you would look at this again so the everyone else would get some rest, but that doesn’t mean you actually should be staying up all night.”

“I’ll be fine,” Sebastian answered, voice level, edges softening to try and reassure her.

But she narrowed her eyes, instead.  “So you’re not.”

“Ellie,” he said warningly.

“Bas,” she said back, mimicking his tone.  For a second, the ridiculousness of it seemed to make her smile before she continued, “Seriously.  It’s just like you said; we’re not going to get anywhere with this until we have more information from the people we’re waiting for.  So why are you even still out here?”

Sebastian sighed and squeezed his eyes shut.  It burned, actually—a slow, subtle, but still present-enough-to-be-irritating unfurling of pain behind his eyelids, and Sebastian really wished that this wasn’t happening now because it would be harder to ignore going forward.

“I owe it to you guys,” he said, letting his eyes open but still having to blink rapidly as he tried to get enough tears to form to ease the burn.  “Especially your sister, after what happened.  If there’s anything we’ve missed…”  He shook his head.  “I just want to make sure we don’t.”

“We didn’t,” Ellie said.  It sounded a little like she was pleading with him, which only served to drive the spike of guilt in his chest deeper.  Before he could look up to give her an unimpressed stare, however, Ellie’s hands landed on his shoulders, tugging him forward slightly so that she could lean over and kiss the top of his head.  Hard, like she thought she could breathe her reasoning directly into his brain.

He couldn’t help laughing.  It was so very Ellie of her.  And yet he was also relaxing against his will, every bit of him that had been muffled before suddenly taking this as permission to yell at Sebastian in discomfort.  With a sigh, he reached up and put one hand around Ellie’s wrist.

“Sleep,” Ellie said, then stood back up to look him in the eyes.  “Or at least rest, if you’re going to pull the I-don’t-need-as-much-sleep card. Otherwise, I’ll call Az.”  Like her concern hadn’t been enough to change his mind in the first place.

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Hello Risu darling! ❤ SPOTS TO KISS 49 with Aurora Kane and Ellie if you would be so kind 🥰 I feel like Rory with all those freckles has a lot of very kissable spots there for sure, haha 💕 I'd like to give you creative freedom on this but I expect both girls to be mad blushing. (Rory because it's what they do and Ellie because she has serious case of gay panic wjdopq) Thank you! 💖

This was lots of fun to write, honestly!  Thank you for the request, and I hope I got Ellie’s characterization pretty close.

In case the kiss location doesn’t give it away, this gets a little steamy, but nothing warranting an E rating on AO3 actually happens.  I’m just being suggestive, though honestly, I could probably be persuaded to continue this at some point if that’s something people are into.

49. a kiss on the inner thigh + Ellie/Aurora

“Are you…” Rory said, voice still a little fuzzy with sleep as she shifted to look at Ellie over her shoulder, “…Are you just drawing constellations on my freckles?  Seriously?”  A grin broke over her face despite the blush that followed it only a second later (and that was how Ellie knew she was really awake).  “Pretty cliché, ain’t it?  Not that I’m complain’, ‘f course…”

“I don’t know…  That sounded like complaining,” Ellie answered, voice rising a little as she teased.  She pushed herself up on one arm, which was also the exact moment she remembered why they were in bed together and that it had something to do with her sister and Li teaming up…

Ellie’s heart kickstarted like someone had jumped it, and all of a sudden, she could feel herself blushing just as hot as Rory seemed to whenever they were close, except this was probably way more noticeable than usual because it wasn’t like she slept in her makeup.  Internally, she swore at herself, because really? She and Rory were together now, technically, and they’d kissed and everything, and yet, somehow, just waking up together in a bed (where nothing else had happened!) was making her light up like a paper lantern?

“See something you like?” Rory asked, and Ellie groaned.

You’re making it worse, she didn’t say.  “Yeah, these sheets.  Bland, low-threadcount off-white is my favorite.”  She couldn’t get through the sentence without laughing, though, and when she dipped her head, it nearly brushed Rory’s collarbones. So she’d just be blushing forever or until she combusted, whichever came first.  Fine, I guess.

Luckily, Rory was laughing, too, arms coming up to bracket Ellie into a hug.  The mortification of being such a (self-proclaimed) disaster didn’t leave, but it was easier when they were both pink and breathless with laughter, feet tangled in the stupid sheets.  Rory had shifted so that Ellie was lying between her legs and half on her torso, and Ellie could feel the shifter’s heart under her own.  It was beating just as fast.  So, when they finally settled down and Rory said brightly, “Seriously, though, you didn’ hafta stop,” Ellie couldn’t help the little rush of courage it gave her.

“Well,” she said, shifting lower on the bed as she went, “if you’re sure…?”

“I’m game if you are, Ellie,” Rory said, equal parts teasing and serious as she pushed herself up on her elbows to follow Ellie as she ducked out of sight.

Li had mentioned at one point that Rory’s freckles were, in fact, everywhere that Li had reached in a medical examination, but it was one thing to know that and another thing to be literally faced with the map of them across Rory’s skin, like flower petals in a wind storm or (it was cliché, but) stars in the sky.  Ellie traced her fingers in a whimsical swirl up the front of one thigh.  From the knee to the hem of her sleep shorts and then back down on the other leg, pillowing her cheek on the one she had just touched.  Her fingers passed over Rory’s scars, too, and maybe there would be another time to explore those, but for now…

Before she could think better of it, Ellie turned her head and softly kissed a cluster of dark freckles.

It was only when the muscle under her lips twitched and she heard Rory’s breath catch in her throat that Ellie remembered to be embarrassed about being that forward.  Then again, it wasn’t like Rory had been resistant at all to having Ellie between her legs, so despite her blush returning with a vengeance, she just looked up through her lashes and sparked a smirk.  “This okay?”

“Yes,” Rory said quickly.  Quick enough that the smirk on Ellie’s face only burned brighter because making Rory sound like that was well worth pretending like she wasn’t dying inside from how attractive this woman was.

Hopefully, she thought as she slipped a hand under the hem of Rory’s shirts and chased it with another kiss, she’d have all the time in the world to get used to it.

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Hello Risu dear, sorry for spamming you with prompts like this 😅 SPOTS TO KISS 49 with Bas and Mary. And I know we did 49 already but this time we could have NSFW with Mary on top of him (lady godiva mayhaps?) if you don't mind of course 😳 Also Mary really enjoys praising her partner so I'm sure some of that would be going on.

Hey, Kaja~ I hope you don't mind that this is super late, so because of that and because I know today is a stressful day, this is a little longer than usual. Enjoy ^_^

Entirely under a cut because this story is explicit.

49. a kiss on the inner thigh + Sebastian

Mary was tense. Sebastian had heard as much from the moment she closed the door behind her, despite the way she’d seemed so relaxed on the phone before. Then again, on the phone, she’d been almost fully engrossed in just teasing him instead of thinking about anything else. That thought alone was enough to send a ripple of heat through Sebastian’s chest again, before it settled low in his stomach.

Luckily, if that phone call had been any indication, he didn’t need to push the feeling away.

Even so, the first words out of his mouth were, “Do you need anything?” because as much as he wanted to fall into bed with Mary immediately, he wanted more to make sure she was taken care of in general. He reached out, taking her hands in his.

Her brown eyes softened in that way that made Sebastian’s throat tight every time. He could read on her face how much it meant that he asked, and since care was Sebastian’s natural state of being, it was a little like seeing how much it meant to her that Sebastian be himself. She squeezed his hands once before her lips curled up into something less soft but no less sweet.

“Right now, sweetheart, I need you to make good on your promise,” she said. One of her fingers curled under his chin, and even though there was no physical pull from her hand, Sebastian let her tug him forward and down into a kiss. Her lips were soft, but the kiss was anything but as Mary took Sebastian’s face in both hands and held him against her. He let her in without a thought, eyes closed, focused the way every brush of her lips and tongue felt like brushing fire close to the skin. All the heat, none of the pain.

Mary dragged her teeth over Sebastian’s bottom lip as she pulled away, one hand sliding deliberately from his cheek to his neck and down over his chest to eventually tug at the hem of his shirt. “Go on,” she said, nodding towards the bed. “Get this off for me, dear.”

Between that kiss, the command, and the phone call from before, all it took was another few heartbeats for him to be almost fully hard as he pulled his shirt off and went to sit on the bed. Mary came to stand between his legs, and without being asked, Sebastian got to work removing her clothes, too. As soon as some of her skin was revealed, Sebastian leaned forward to kiss her there, feeling sparks fly through his body with every noise she made, every sigh, every inch of tension that eased from her body.

Only when Mary was fully naked did she tell Sebastian to take his pants off. Then, she moved onto the bed with him, planting herself in his lap with her knees on either side of his hips. Even with his underwear still on, the contact had him curling as close to Mary as he could, one hand on her hip to help her balance and the other curling around her back. She smirked, the blush on her cheeks only making her eyes look brighter, and ground her hips down.

He gasped her name, burying the moan that followed into her neck. Mary laughed, short and breathless but so carefree that Sebastian couldn’t help smiling as he raised his head.

“Later,” she promised. Sebastian swallowed, eyes travelling once up and down her body, appreciating every curve, every plane, every mark. After a second, one of her hands caught the side of his face and coaxed him to look up. “What are you thinking, sweetie?” she asked.

“You’re beautiful,” Sebastian answered, “and I love you.” Simple, maybe, but so blissfully truethat it rolled off of his tongue with the same ease as breathing. He ducked his head just slightly to press a kiss to her chest, just over her heart, and felt the pace of his own fall in sync with her pulse under his lips. “Kiss me, skarbie?” he asked, looking up.

Mary made a sound, something that might have been a sigh or a moan or maybe the beginning of a word, but whatever it was, Sebastian only knew that it was overflowing with emotion and that the rest of it was lost between their lips as Mary kissed him hard enough that Sebastian was almost dizzy. Every time she moved, her leg or her core or both brushed against his cock. Between that and the slide of her lips and tongue, Sebastian couldn’t help moaning back against her.

“So good to me,” Mary breathed when she finally had to pull back for air. “Lay down, sweet boy.”

She pressed both hands against his chest, then pushed him slightly to the side, and Sebastian followed, thankful that he was strong enough to turn so that his head was near the wall without having to move Mary from his lap.

When they settled again, she playfully flicked the bottom of his chin before moving up so that her legs framed his head and shoulders, arms braced on the headboard. Sebastian could see how wet she was, and even if he’d felt it to some extent with Mary in his lap, there was something different, more intoxicating, about being so close to her arousal that he could literally taste it.

And he did; Sebastian held Mary’s eyes for a second before putting his hands on her hips and gently pulling her down on top of him. He licked over her folds, listening as Mary hummed and moaned above him. It was easy to tell from the way she started to move with him that just that wouldn’t be enough, though, and just as he heard Mary inhale to try and speak, Sebastian pressed the flat of his tongue up against her clit.

“Oh--!” The breath left her in a near-scream, and Sebastian let his thumbs trace circles into her skin as he sucked on the now-swollen nub. Almost as soon as he stopped, Mary ground her hips down. “Oh, perfect, sweetie, keep going, just like that,” she said, and Sebastian obliged. He held tighter to her body for a second as his own hips jerked, seeking the same kind of friction even if Sebastian wouldn’t move either of them for the world right now.

Sebastian let Mary lead for a few minutes, letting her move her hips over his mouth and against his tongue to chase her own pleasure. Her reactions, occasionally praise and occasionally not really words, and her commands flooded him with heat until Sebastian almost felt like he was floating. When he hummed euphorically with his lips around her clit again, one of Mary’s hands dropped to his head. He knew, distantly, that her grip was going to have screwed up his ponytail, but he couldn’t care less at the moment. She was close, and he was burning with need for more of just her. When he opened his eyes and saw her above him, shoulders lax and head fallen back, the ends of her long hair just barely whispering across his chest, Sebastian nearly came on the spot.

He didn’t—not yet. Mary had promised him a later, too.

Instead, he focused, lowering his eyes again and pressing his tongue up into her. She was close, he could feel it with the way she shivered at every point of contact, and so when her moans just started to gain that desperate edge, the hand in his hair tightening impatiently, Sebastian closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard.

Mary fell forward as she cried out his name, catching herself on the headboard, and only once Sebastian was sure that she was stable did he lose himself in the sensation of feeling her cum on his lips. She didn’t fall still, continuing to ride the waves, and Sebastian encouraged her. One of his hands moved up to her lower back, letting her know it was okay to keep grinding into him as the pleasure wound down.

He turned his face just slightly when she finally stilled to catch her breath, pressing a tired, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh. She shivered again in response with a soft, satisfied breath.

“So good,” she said, running her fingers through the strands of hair that had pulled loose. “Thank you, sweetie. That was perfect.”

“You deserve the best,” Sebastian answered, kissing her thigh one more time before Mary sat back and moved off of him, coming to rest with her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

She kissed his neck once, twice, then latched on with the third, sucking not quite enough to bruise but definitely enough to remind Sebastian that he was still hard, even through the haze of satisfaction that came with making Mary come. “Guess that means I deserve you, then,” she answered.

Sebastian didn’t blush often, but from the way Mary’s smile widened when he looked over at her, he guessed that the warmth in his cheeks was even more intense than just arousal.

“I try,” he admitted. Given that Mary couldn’t seem to stop smiling when she rolled bonelessly onto his chest to kiss him again, Sebastian felt pretty confident that he was succeeding.

[you-can-be-your-own-god]

@tpcignits​

Happy Out Of Touch Thursday

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Risu my beloved 😘 Sage green my beloved, brown, yellow but actually pretty, maroon 💗💕

Sage Green My Beloved: Ily mwah

Brown: We live in different continents and that is so rude.

Yellow But Actually Pretty: Your music taste is either elite or not good at all and I'm not saying which (jk it's good).

Maroon: We are equally dumbasses and ily for that (among other things).

Aww, Kaja, this is so sweet of you! I'm glad you approve of my music taste aha. And I agree that it's incredibly rude of the Earth to have this whole ocean and several other countries in between us. Hmph.

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Wants // Needs // Dreads to Hear

I was tagged in this game by @homeformyheart about a week ago.  Sorry I’m late!

This has become my new favorite set of character development questions.  They’re a lot of fun.  I’m not going to do every character I have here, but I will do a bunch--and if I get tagged back (bc that happens a lot in my circles ahaha), I’ll have extra.

I tag: @captainofthefallen @orime-stories @dragonologist-phd @queen-scribbles @serenbach86 @starlightcleric @undyingembers @lyriumdreaming @rannadylin @iustine @tpcignits @haledamage @lumeha @sayonaramidnight @gavcowles and tbh if you are reading this right now and say I tagged you, I will add you to the list because I love reading about these answers.  Yes, that means you.  Your characters.  I want to know.

Rules: Write three statements, one that your character wants to hear, one that they need to hear, and one that they dread to hear, from a loved one.

Rebecca Joos (Speaker): "You helped me." // "It's okay that your affection is low-key.  I can tell you love me (us)." // "You thrive on other people's suffering.  You're too cold to care that they're hurting, only that you feel like a hero when you fix them."

Sage Almstead (Speaker): "I choose you." // "You don't have anything to prove to me (us).  I (we) see you and love you." // "Your sister could have done it." 

Yoshiko Nakamura (Speaker): "You're my home." // "Isolation can't protect you from heartbreak.  Let me in." // "I thought you'd be different.  I don't think we can work."

Theresa Silbruck (D&D5e): "I love you." // "I've seen the worst in you, and I still think you're beautiful, inside and out." // "They hurt me to get to you."

Odelle of Seiyamaji (D&D5e): "You're a natural." // "I'll be there for you no matter what." // "You're wonderful, but I can't do this [I have to go]."

Ytelarien (D&D5e): "We couldn't have succeeded without you." // "Showing emotion doesn't mean you're inviting someone to hurt you.  You're not less for feeling things." // "You weren't smart enough to save [us/them]."

Montgomery von Calliston Radcliffe (D&D5e): "I look up to you." // "You can make things better with your own strength, and your empathy is an asset, not a weakness." // "I don't need you, I need [your sister/the wizard/someone else who can do magic because Montgomery can't]."

Tai Lon (Pillars of Eternity): “You deserve better than this, but I see how much you’ve done for the world and they should be grateful.” // “You’re doing enough.  You’ve done enough.  You can’t do everything.” // “If only you’d tried harder, maybe this could have worked.”

Junisce (Pillars of Eternity): “You’re fascinating and I like seeing the world with you.” // “Sometimes you need to be less of an observer.  It is your business.” // “You don’t care about me (us) and it’s obvious you never have.”

Lila Voidfyr (Pillars of Eternity): “I’d do anything for you.” // “Saying that something isn’t your fault doesn’t make it true.  Your actions have consequences.” // “You need to calm [settle] down.”

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Historical, Period, Medieval, Fantasy-Friendly Character Survey

I was tagged by @a-muirehen​!  Thank you so much.

Theresa Silbruck (D&D 5e)

Art by @scharoux​

Bold your muse’s preferences (credit)

roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips winter / summer / autumn / spring thunderstorms / sunshine / snow indoors / outdoors meat / fruit / sweets extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism god fearing* / non god fearing (*kind of) cats / dogs / horses / birds sunrise / sunset day time / night time fire / earth / water / wind reading / writing rising early / sleeping late wine / ale / neither fur / silk / satin / lace rubies / pearls / sapphires horse back / walking / carriages love / power having company / being alone lakes / rivers / oceans knife / sword / bow / poison gold / silver

I will tag @captainofthefallen @hopelesshaunts @haledamage @heyitsharding @quenthelicious @tpcignits @iustine @rannadylin @yanara126 @undyingembers @lyriumdreaming @teenage-ass-pants @grumpy-jedi @supergenericteam​ and @serenbach86​.

[you-can-be-your-own-god]

@tpcignits​

maybe one day i'll have an idea AND act on it within the same year

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I was tagged by @orime-stories to make some OCs in this picrew.  I’ll tag @captainofthefallen @hopelesshaunts @aban-ataashi @queen-scribbles @iustine @crqstalite @undyingembers @serenbach86 @lumeha @emjs-good-out-here @haledamage @brightoncemore @tpcignits.  Hopefully none of you have been tagged already~

This is: Lila, Tai Lon, Junisce (PoE) Jay, Iruka (TPS) Theresa (D&D), Rebecca (Speaker), Odelle (D&D)