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4vanaa · 27 days ago

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WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING, rafe cameron, 14

summary: y/n left the outer banks years ago, determined to build a life far from the memories of her childhood love, rafe cameron. now a botanist, she's moved on-though a quiet part of her still clings to the past. when an event brings her back to OBX, she's forced to confront the one person she never truly forgot.

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rafeupdates rafe talking about going to therapy, working on himself, and fixing his relationship with his dad... idk if i'm crying or what 🥺 i attached the clip transcript from the interview!!

#sunshinepromo #rafeupdates

user men who go to therapy>>

user who could he be talking about?? 👀

user probably the same girl he’s been talking about in all his songs

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You stare at the chalkboard menu, your eyes scanning the options but not really reading them. The familiar hum of The Wreck—the quiet buzz of conversation, the scrape of chairs, the clink of silverware—feels strangely distant, like you’re in a bubble of your own making. You take a deep breath, trying to shake the weight in your chest.

“Still staring at the shrimp basket like it’s some life-changing decision.”

Your stomach drops before you even turn your head. You don’t need to look to know who it is.

“Rafe,” you mutter, a sharp exhale escaping your lips as you glance over your shoulder. “What are you doing?”

He’s standing there, hands shoved into his pockets, his blue eyes trained on you like you’re the only person in the room. His hair is slightly messy, like he’s run his fingers through it one too many times, and he’s wearing that same infuriating half-smirk that used to make you weak in the knees.

“Getting dinner,” he says casually, gesturing around the room. “Same as you, I guess.”

Your jaw tightens. “Then order and leave me alone.”

His smirk falters, his eyes softening. He takes a step closer, ignoring the clear dismissal in your tone. “I saw you sitting here, and… I don’t know. I thought maybe we could talk.”

You turn back to the menu, gripping the edge of the counter like it’s the only thing keeping you steady. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“There’s a lot to talk about,” he counters quietly, his voice threading with a kind of desperation that makes your chest ache.

Your resolve cracks, and you spin around to face him fully, the frustration bubbling to the surface. “God, why do you do that? It’s been years, Rafe. Years. Why can’t you just move on?”

He flinches, his jaw tightening as he looks at you. “You think I haven’t tried?”

“Try harder,” you shoot back, your voice sharp but trembling. “This isn’t fair. Not to you, not to me. I have a life now, Rafe—a good one. Stop showing up like this and pretending like we can just pick up where we left off.”

“I’m not pretending anything,” he says, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m just… I don’t know how to not want you, okay?”

Your breath catches, and for a second, the fight drains out of you. You look away, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the tears at bay. “You’re the one who ended it, Rafe. You made your choice. And I had to live with it. You don’t get to come back now and act like I’m still… like I’m still yours.”

Rafe lets out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, you keep saying that. You’ve moved on. You’ve got your perfect little life now, right? But me? I—” He stops himself, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

Your voice softens, but you keep your resolve firm. “Rafe, I’m happy. That’s what matters. You should want that for me.”

He stares at you, his blue eyes searching your face like he’s trying to find something he’s lost. “I do. Of course, I do. I just… I didn’t realize how much I missed you until I saw you again.”

Your heart twists painfully, but you don’t let him see it. “That’s not my problem anymore.”

He stares at you, his eyes searching yours, and for a moment, he looks completely lost. “You’re right. It’s not. I just… I miss you, Sunshine. God, I miss you so much.”

“Rafe,” you sigh, your voice softer now. “You can’t keep doing this to me. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

His shoulders sag, and he lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t know how to stop. Not when it’s you.”

You swallow hard, your fingers trembling as you grip your phone. You force yourself to stand your ground, even as your heart begs you to give in. “You have to. For both of us.”

Rafe nods slowly, like he knows you’re right but can’t bring himself to accept it. “I hope he makes you happy,” he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blink, your throat tightening. “He does.”

“Good,” he murmurs, his gaze lingering on you one last time before he steps back. “You deserve that.”

He turns and walks away, leaving you standing there with the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. Your chest feels tight, your heart aching in a way you haven’t felt in years. You blink back tears and force yourself to focus on the menu, even as the world around you blurs.

a/n: going to therapy, so you can get your girl back?!!! i was unfamiliar with your game rafe 😏 also how much angst is too much angst 🫣

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chuuyascumsock · 2 years ago

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My Pride, My Poor— Dwindling Pride. || Minors DNI

Summary: I’ve never felt so utterly stressed out writing dominant men. Here’s your cake so you can eat it too, you filthy animals.

Tags: Chuuya Nakahara/Reader, Female reader, Top Chuuya, Bondage, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Brat Taming, Throat Fucking, Hair Pulling, Rough Sex, Lowkey Hand Kink, Ok— Highkey Hand Kink, I Don’t Hold Back With Obscene Descriptions Now Because I Don’t Care Anymore And All My Friends Know I Have A Pegging Kink Already So Fuck It, I’m Pulling Out The Big Guns.

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you made your way into executive Chuuya Nakahara’s office with a bitter expression on your face and a fussy attitude. Taking it even further— you knew exactly how vexed it made him when you threw a stack of files upon his desk with some less-than-savory comments spewing past your vulgar lips. You wanted to take it out on someone and you didn’t care who fell victim to your sour mood. You hardly even remember what you said, so peeved off that you could barely think.

But it must’ve been directed forwards Chuuya with the twisted look of perplexion and irate on his face.

You don’t even spare him a look as you turn abruptly to leave— only to pause when hearing the gritting tone of Chuuya, “Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are coming into my office like that?” He seethes, thin brows furrowing into his glabella.

Teeth clack into a clench as you spin on your heel to face him, face scrunched up with frustration. With your mind too jumbled of the earlier events of your teammates detrimental fuck up on the recent mission you just got back from— you keep quiet with a glare. Anthracite eyes glare back at you, a fire beginning to kindle and burn behind his gaze.

If you had been anyone else, surely you wouldn’t have been standing for any longer than three seconds unharmed after disrespecting Chuuya in such a way.

But your relationship with Chuuya was a strange one.

“Have you forgotten your status? Because you have some nerve coming in here, throwing shit on my desk, insulting me under your breath, and then thinking that you can just waltz out like you own the goddamn place.” Chuuya snaps, his left hand gripping his pen that’s now visibly bending from his wrath. His right hand is clenched into a fist by his papers.

Your eyes linger on his gloved hands for a moment before trailing back to his eyes. You also note the way his hat that he normally wears is sitting on a nearby hat-rack. It seems the tension and festering anger were planting small thoughts within your mind. Thoughts that were meant to be kept outside of work when no one else was there to witness a different side of the man in front of you.

You had a new plan than just to piss off anyone who came across your path.

“Whatever.��

All it takes is a clipped— one worded response, and you know his patience that tenses against a string thins to its last thread.

There’s a suffocating pressure that constricts your body before you drop to your knees. You find yourself unable to move as Chuuya stands from his desk chair, legs screeching against the hard floor. “Are we really doing this right now?” He walks around the desk, his shoes clipping the ground brutally as he comes to stand in front of you. “Is this how it’s going to be today?” His chin tilts downwards to look you in the eyes sternly as his arms cross over his chest.

You don’t say anything in return, merely biting the inside of your cheek as you debate whether he was on the same page or genuinely about to kick your shit in. You take the chance and snarkily reply, “Yeah, what are you going to do about it?”

Chuuya swipes his tongue across the bottom row of his teeth in exasperation as he glares in borderline amusement at your attitude and his arms fall to his sides. “Apologize.”

A short laugh slips past your lips before you spit out, “No.”

His glare only hardens and his fingers clench into the palms of his gloves tightly, “Apologize, now.”

“Make me,” You tilt your chin up to stare directly at him with a challenging look.

You note the burning stare that pierces back at you in utter disbelief and silence from your words, his lips parting slightly, “… What did you just say to me?”

Your eyelids lull with mirth, “I said— make me.”

There’s a moment of stunned silence before his bray laughter spills throughout his office as if he had been delusionally imagining the whole interaction and your blatant audacity. It wears off quickly into a grinning scowl as you’re manhandled off the floor and thrown to bend over Chuuya’s desk. Various papers, files, and pens fly off and scatter to the ground as you choke out a breathless gasp and attempt to catch your breath. There’s not much room to struggle with the effects of his ability pinning you down in place.

One of Chuuya’s gloved hands splay across your wrists to clasp around them tightly, his leathered fingers biting into your skin. He releases his ability as he leans over you, his front pressing tightly against your back.

“I am going to fucking ruin you,” His voice rasps into a growl.

You hiss through your teeth with each struggled breath before biting into your lower lip as he continues, “I’m sick of your prissy fucking attitude today, if you want to act like a damn brat— I guess I’ll just have to fuck it out of you, huh?” He grits out as his body weighs down further into your backside, giving you the feel of his strained bulge confined in his slacks against your ass.

Your breath hitches before falling into heavier sighs as your heart pounds against your rib cage and your thighs rub together in anticipation.

Chuuya notices and a scoff escapes him, “You can’t be serious.” His lips twitch indecisively as he doesn’t know whether to frown in annoyance or laugh at your absurd reasoning behind your antagonistic actions. “That’s what you wanted? Un-fucking-believable…” He chuckles softly before it gradually grows sinister and then trails off, “You have quite the mouth on you— always rambling those pretty lips away any other time just fine. But you couldn’t use your words to ask me to fuck you? You just had to rile me up— c’mon now, Doll, you’re better than that.”

You breathe in and out through your nose heavily a few times as your voice comes out strained from the pressure in your chest, “You… I… You’re hot when you’re mad.”

Chuuya’s brows arch at your revelation, his eyes scanning over how you try to squirm under his grip. It doesn’t take long for what you said to settle in and an arrogant grin crosses his lips, “Am I now? Huh, I‘ll remember that for next time then… For now…” His grip on your wrists tighten and the other comes down to your stockings, ”Why don’t I remind you of your place that you’ve seemingly forgotten?” His fingers dig into the nylon fabric of your pantyhose under your skirt before the tearing of fabric rips through your ears.

“You dick..! Those were my only pair!” You yelp and wriggle, kicking your feet at his shins.

Chuuya ignores you, continuing to speak over your struggles, “You know, you should be on your knees sucking my dick for forgiveness right about now,” He sighs, “But as usual— you’re spoiled and I can’t help but indulge in your wants for the moment.” A gloved finger moves your underwear to the side before easily sinking into your slick pussy.

A whine escapes your throat, toes stretching your body forward in an attempt to escape the teasing and unfulfilling touch of one finger. His other hand keeps you pinned and from moving anywhere as his finger slides in and out tediously as a means to drag on your frustration and need.

“Maybe it’s my fault for giving you everything you’ve wanted, and even till now,” Chuuya growls the last part to himself as another finger stuffs itself into your sopping cunt. “Y’know— you’re so fuckin’ lucky I can’t help myself when it comes to you, or things would’ve went a lot more differently today.” He huffs, mindlessly dragging and scissoring his leather clad fingers against your soft walls. “I get enough shit from the other bastards who think they have enough balls to even turn their noses up in my direction.”

“M’sorry, Chuu—“ Your voice pitches off into a moan as his digits curl and press into a familiar and sensitive spot.

Chuuya chuckles and goes back to slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, “I don’t care now, I know what you really want— but use your words next time instead of makin’ me think I did somethin’ wrong to deserve your attitude, ‘kay, Doll?”

You nod in return, though it’s subtle with how much you’ve already melted under his touch. Your eyelids flutter and you mumble about how you won’t don’t it again before your body tenses and a short, soft cry slips out from the sudden change in pace of his fingers that piston into you.

“Don’t think that you’re not going to be punished for your little stunt earlier just because you said sorry, though,” He clicks, pulling his fingers all the way out and slapping his wet digits against your clit. “You’re going to have to put that mouth to use for a proper apology.”

Blood rushes to your face and up the nape of your neck as a whimper creeps through, turbulent jolts of excitement flip in your lower stomach at his actions before hearing the subtle noise of his belt clinking. You only grow restless further as he nearly rips the belt from his pants to wrap the leather around your wrists, keeping them bound to your back. Chuuya slips an index finger into the loop of the tied belt, tugging you to stand up before you’re spun around and pushed by the shoulders to fall to your knees.

Your eyes set on his hard cock in front of your face, pre-cum weeping from the tip down his length. He wraps a gloved hand around his girth, stroking himself slowly as a smug grin presents itself on his face. His chin tilts down to look at you, index finger and thumb digging into your cheeks to unhinge your jaw.

“Open wide for me, Doll.”

The taste of his bitter cum has your mouth watering, tip gliding along your tongue until it nudges past your uvula and bullies the back of your throat softly. Your throat convulses around him before you gag, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as you breathe through your nose.

Chuuya groans, his hand moving from your jaw to weave through your hair, tugging the locks to strain against your scalp. He pulls you forward until your nose is buried against the happy trail leading down his lower stomach to his groin. “Fuck, if only you could see yourself choking on my cock right now,” He shakily breathes out as his eyes burn the image into his mind.

You pant heavily through your nose— or at least you try to— finding it hard to breathe with his cock stuffed half-way down your throat.

It isn’t until a few seconds later that he draws his hips back, allowing air to fill your lungs for a moment before bucking into your throat once more as he holds your head in place. Your fingers clench as your wrists jolt against the belt— an involuntary urge to dig your nails into his thighs clawing at you. There’s no build up in speed as he skips right into fucking your throat like a personal fleshlight, every thrust bruising your soft palate. Your whimpers are drowned out by the wet squelching of his girth slipping in and out of the convulsing walls of your throat along with Chuuya’s grunts and half-assed bitten back moans.

“Fuuuck, I could just come down your pretty fuckin’ throat like this,” He gasps before another guttural groan leaves him. Then, he lets out a breathy, rugged laugh as his eyes watch you leeringly, “Christ, Doll, you’re makin’ a mess.” He points out, a mix of his pre-cum and your saliva splatters against your chin messily every time he touches the back of your throat.

It takes a few more thrusts until he forces himself to pull out, leaving you coughing and sputtering violently. You gasp for air greedily through your mouth after he pulls out, tears spilling over from the coughing fit. He lifts your chin with a hand and wipes away his pre-cum mixed with your snot dripping from your nose with a satisfied grin. “God, you’re so good f’me, Doll,” He borderline slurs over his words before pulling you back up to your feet and pushing you back onto his desk.

The hardwood is uncomfortable underneath you as your arms are still tied and pressing into your back, but you’re too light headed and burning with need to notice. Chuuya is quick to shove his way past your thighs and bury himself inside you to the hilt. It takes everything in him not to come with your tight, sopping pussy clenching around him. You swear you can hear him whimper quietly into your chest as he presses his hips flush against yours.

“Please, please fuck me, I need to come s’bad, Chuu,” You plead weakly as tears dry against your cheeks, throat raw and sore from his relentless deep throating just prior moments ago.

He shudders at your broken voice before slowly grinding his hips against you, “Gimme a damn minute,” He growls before panting, “Or I’ll fuckin’ come right now.”

Your head drops back to rest against the desk as you wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles at his lower back, the heels of your feet spurring him on to move.

His grinding turns into brief and shallow thrusts before he’s snapping his hips into you roughly, his hands finding purchase to grip at the edge of his desk on either side of your head. His forehead presses into your sternum as he desperately drives his cock as far as he can into your welcoming heat, pre-cum and slick frothing at the base of his length with every thrust.

Quickly, he reaches a hand down between your bodies to press and rub against your aching clit. Your lips part as pitchy moans and mewls fall through, the familiar knotting feeling in your lower stomach growing tenfold as your back arches into Chuuya. “M’gonna come, please— I can’t, I’m— fuck,” You ramble incoherently as you rut your hips to meet his thrusts, skin slapping wet aginst one another.

“I know, Doll, I know— Shit, you’re squeezing around my cock so fuckin’ tight,” He grits, eyes clenching shut as his hips begin to stutter and rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger.

A choked whine drags out as your legs tighten around him to bring him as close as possible and your body shudders violently under him as your orgasm comes crashing down on you. Chuuya follows after a few more thrusts with a graveled moan, his cock burying itself as deep as possible as his cum smothers your walls in warmth.

He collapses against you, red in the face and covered in sweat that makes his bangs stick to his forehead and cheeks. You’re not much different aside from the occasional shiver from the aftermath. A few moments go by before you heavily sigh and your breathing steadies along with his.

“God damn…” He murmurs against the skin of your sternum before placing a soft peck over your calming heart. “You’re seriously going to be the death of me, Doll,” He picks his head up and leans over, pressing his lips against yours in a lingering kiss.

“Sorry,” You respond apathetically.

His brows scrunch together and his eyes squint, “You don’t sound sorry.”

“Cause m’not really,” You tiredly grin, earning a quiet scoff from him.

“You’re something else.”

#chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya smut #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs x reader #what the hell did I just write 😭#devious dambi smuts

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justmochi · 2 years ago

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series :: eunmin in busan 2023 💌

pairing :: eden x seokmin

word count :: 2.7k

synopsis :: eunmin returns to their airbnb.

time :: february 15, 2023

warnings :: 🔞 SMUT! 🔞 MINORS DNI

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @astraw-astro @ateezjuliet @fromfreesia @succulentmom @kimhyejin3108 @enhacolor @multiplums @kangzuha21

It wasn’t any surprise what they planned to do for the rest of the night. It had been torture being away from each other and the events that occurred on the beach was enough for them to stay up the entire night.

They got out of the car together, joining hands as soon as they joined back side by side. The walkway was very dim, taking it one step at a time till they reached the door.

He pushed the front door open, never letting go of her hand as they entered the cozy cottage. They locked the door behind them, sliding their shoes off and turning to look at each other.

It felt like they were staring at each other for hours before Eden grabbed onto the collar of his coat, pulling him closer and against her lips. She was impatient, wanting to get back to their airbnb as soon as possible so she could really show her appreciation for him.

He slowly backed her against the wall, sneaking his hand behind her neck as he kissed her. Her tongue brushed against his lips, following his movements closely. They pulled away panting, out of breath as they stared into each other's eyes.

She helped him take his coat off, sliding it off and down his arms. His shirt got stuck in the arm, Eden laughing as she had to pull on him a bit before throwing it to the side.

He pushed her hair behind her shoulder, exposing her neck so he could kiss it. She tilted her head, allowing him more access to her neck as she untucked his shirt from his pants. She also pulled off the scarf he was wearing, dropping it onto the floor.

Seokmin bent his knees, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. She squealed, holding onto his neck as he began to head for the stairs.

“Hey hey! I can walk, put me down.” She jokingly hit his chest when they reached the stairs. “Just let me walk upstairs on my own then you can do whatever you want!”

“You seem to forget how strong I am.” He sighed, letting her off at the first step as she grabbed his hand and led him upstairs.

“I’m not taking any risks.” She argued back at him. When they finally reached the bedroom door, he swooped her up in his arms while smiling at her.

He approached the bed, laying her down against the mattress before climbing on top of her. She relaxed, folding her hands behind his neck as he stretched down to kiss her.

He pulled back a bit before smiling and kissing her forehead. “Happy birthday, E.”

She inhaled before chuckling. “But it’s not my birthday anymore.”

“It is to me since we couldn’t do anything yesterday. It doesn’t count.” He pressed his finger to her lips. “And I still have a few more presents for you.”

“Do you?” She mumbled against his finger.

“I do, so let me handle everything tonight. Okay?”

“Then will you let me have a chance to give you your presents tomorrow?” Her hands were pulling on a loose thread on his shirt, looking up at him with lustful eyes.

“Deal.” He stood back on his knees before pulling his shirt over his head. Eden reached to touch his abs, biting her lip as he held himself up with his forearms. He kissed her softly, using one hand to unbutton her blouse.

Her heart began to beat faster as he finished unbuttoning her shirt, distancing themselves so he could help her take it off all the way. He dropped the shirt on the floor, kissing her forehead while he held her cheek in his palm. His thumb brushed against her ear, leaving fleeting pecks on her eyelids and cheek.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, earning a blush from her as her hands rested on his neck. He then started to leave kisses on her jaw, dragging down to her neck. She relaxed her head against the pillow, shutting her eyes from pure bliss.

She let out a sigh when feeling his tongue against her collarbone, opening up one eye to see just his hair as he went straight to work. His hand snuck underneath her back, unclasping her bra and pulling the straps off her arms. She assisted him in taking it off, watching him drop it on the floor. She stared into his eyes, never breaking contact as he squeezed her breast between his hands.

She reached up to kiss him, brushing her fingers where his hair met his neck. He smirked when she arched her back off the mattress, almost begging for him to touch her more. He moved down to show appreciation to her breasts, taking one in his mouth while his hand didn’t abandon the other. He switched between them evenly before looking up at her and dragging his tongue down the valley of her chest.

She felt her whole body catch on fire with the way he looked at her, squeezing her eyes shut as she rested her head back against the pillow. He thought it would be funny to blow raspberries against her stomach, watching as she quickly shot up with laughter.

“Stop that!” She tried to block his lips, pushing her finger against his forehead until he grabbed both of her hands, intertwining them together. “Only you would do that at a time like this.”

He chuckled, bringing her hands closer to him as he left a kiss on both of them before letting them go. He sat back on his knees, unzipping her pants as he took them off along with her panties. She heard her pulse ringing in her ears as she looked down, watching Seokmin kiss both of her ankles and working his way up to where she needed him most. She used her elbows to sit up, looking down at him as he placed his lips on her knees to her thighs.

Once he realized that she was watching him, he reached his hand up, pressing down on her stomach so she was laying flat against the mattress. “It’s all about you tonight, so just relax and let me take care of you.”

She nodded, closing her eyes as she pressed the back of her hand to her lips. She felt the cool air hit her as he separated her legs, kissing her hips before gliding his tongue across. He got comfortable between her legs, sliding his hands underneath them and letting his hands rest atop her tummy.

He finally licked a line up her slit, sending jolts right through her body. The tip of his nose brushed her clit as he swirled his tongue around her folds. She covered her mouth, concealing her moans as she always did when they were intimate.

“You don’t have to be quiet, baby. We’re alone.” He reassured her, pressing his thumb into her skin as he continued lick her. It was like she forgot how to be vocal because they were always trying to be quiet when other people were at home.

She laid her hand on her stomach, lifting her back off the mattress when she suddenly felt his finger toy with her clit. He lifted the bottom of her thighs higher, being able to delve his tongue into her more. Reaching down to rake her fingers through his hair, Eden shuddered underneath him while letting out a moan. A moan that immediately got a reaction out of him. It went straight to his cock as he put more pressure onto her clit.

He dragged his finger down her heat before pushing it into her entrance, licking her clit with his tongue. When she calmed down from that, he inserted another digit and slowly fucked them in and out of her.

She felt her stomach tangle into knots, moving her hand over his before he grabbed it and intertwined their fingers. He picked up the pace, looking up at her from between her legs and seeing the way she used her other hand to grip the pillow her head was on. Her whimpers and all the sounds escaping her lips were so attractive to him, wishing they had the opportunity to do this more often.

“Seok I-” She could barely form a sentence with the way she was feeling. She tried closing her legs together, Seokmin quickly pushing them open with the hand he had free. Her toes curled as his tongue flicked around her clit, moving his fingers faster inside of her.

Her orgasm hit her like a train, feeling her consciousness fade away as she let out a broken, high pitched moan. He had never heard anything like it from her, slowing down his movements to help her ride it out. He watched her chest rise and fall, her heart beating rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

Eden lifted her head weakly, looking down to see him smirking at her. She dropped her head fast, snickering between breaths as he used his hands to push himself up. He was soon level with her face, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking her juices off of them.

Despite her eyes being heavy, she still saw him put his fingers in his mouth, causing her cheeks to flush red. How could her sunshine of a boyfriend be such a shameless tease in bed?

He took his fingers out of his mouth, leaning down to kiss her lips and giving her a taste of herself. Her body felt so exhausted from one orgasm alone.

Seokmin admired how her skin was glowing, thinking she looked so breathtaking like this. The only light source in the room made it ten times more romantic and sensual.

Her hands were fragile and still shaky as she held his face in her palms, reaching forward to kiss his chin. “I love you so much.” She looked into his eyes as she whispered, her attention turning to the ring on her finger.

He brushed her bangs behind her ear, puzzled when she grabbed his hand. His features relaxed as she pressed her lips to the new silver band on his finger.

Tears welled up in her eyes, choking down anything that would prevent her from speaking. “No matter the distance. No matter the time or place. No matter what kind of force tries to come between us, I am always going to love you.”

He widened his eyes, taking in every word that she just said. When his mind had finished processing it, his eyebrows softened before pressing his lips to her forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut, using everything in him to not start crying too.

“I love you so much. So much that I cannot explain it with words or even count the amount of stars in the sky.” Both of their eyes twinkled, the dim light reflecting onto their bodies. Seokmin brushed her tears away with his finger, leaning down to kiss her eyelids.

She chuckled to herself, wiping his as soon as he pulled away. “Only we would cry at a time like this.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” He shook his head with a smile, the pads of his thumbs running across her cheek. The two shared a moment of silence as they admired each other’s features up close. He gave her a parting kiss on the nose, putting his hand on top of her head. “I’ll be right back.”

Eden laid on the bed exposed when she was met with the cool room again, reaching for the fluffy throw blanket to throw over her upper half. Seokmin was digging through his luggage, finding the box of condoms he packed for the trip. When he returned, his pants were gone and he made his way on top of her again.

She smiled while looking up at him, running her arm up his bicep and squeezing it. He giggled nervously, getting comfortable between her legs. His arms rested on each side of her, her head fitting nicely in his palms. She wrapped her legs around him as he used his hand to guide his cock towards her entrance.

He teased her a bit, coating the condom with her arousal before sliding it in slowly. Her eyes shut, eyebrows faintly contorting as she moaned. As soon as he felt her take all of him, he waited for her to relax, spreading kisses all over her neck and face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, finding herself moving her own hips to feel him even deeper.

“I’m okay.” She gave him the go, a tiny smile appearing on her lips as she nodded. He gripped the pillow underneath her head, finally moving his hips into her.

He pushed into her at a slow pace, sending her eyes rolling back and gripping onto his shoulders tighter. He left pecks close to her ear, feeling content with himself each time he brushed her sensitive spot and hearing her whine.

She brushed her fingers through his hair, turning her head a bit to kiss his arms. He sped up his movements a little more, the girl throwing her head back and crying out.

He left kisses on her neck, leading up to place his lips against her earlobe. He took one of his hands to pin hers against the sheets, intertwining their fingers while he snapped his hips against hers. Their moans and grunts filled the room, bodies inseparable as the air became hotter.

Her lids were struggling to stay open, seeing the beads of sweat form on his forehead as he gritted his teeth. Digging her fingernails into his back, she caressed his cheek with one hand and connected their lips again. They kept breaking away from each other as he thrusted into her. Her back arched off the bed, pressing her breasts against his chest and letting her head fall backwards.

She felt all the hairs on her body stand up, crying out each time he reached her deepest parts. She furrowed her eyebrows in pleasure as sped up his movements, the sound of skin slapping against each other rang through the bedroom.

She sensed that he was close to his climax by the way his moans became more whiney and frequent, capturing his lips to swallow the sounds. He used one of his arms to hold himself up, the other making its way between them as he massaged her clit. The electricity striked through her entire body again, becoming unbearable as tears threatened to fall down her cheek.

The man snapped into her a few more times before halting, grabbing the sheets as he spilled in the condom. Eden held onto his arms as she came back to earth, the couple panting as they shared each other’s air.

She noticed how shaky his arms were, looking up at him as his hair hung low. She pushed it aside, reaching up to kiss his forehead and pulling him down closer to her. “Lay down, Minee.”

He wanted to last as long as he could for her, giving in to her words before lowering himself onto her and resting his head in the crook of her neck. She brushed her fingers through his hair, turning her head to kiss his cheek while rubbing his back with her other hand. Her heart was slowing down in rhythm as he still was gaining his breath back.

The two laid in silence for a few more minutes before Seokmin pulled out of her, rolling onto his back next to her. She took the blanket and threw it over themselves, cuddling closer into his side while kissing his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

“I’m more than okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I thought I got a bit ahead of myself.” He looked down at her, a blush appearing on his cheeks as she chuckled.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I’m fine.” She let out a sigh of content, reaching up to peck his lips. “Are you tired?”

“Maybe a little. Are you?”

Eden nodded, rolling onto her stomach as she gripped his hand. “A little. Should we take a bath before we sleep?”

He snorted, having no idea she adored the hot tub that much. He covered his face as he smiled, launching himself off the bed before picking her up to carry her to the bathroom.

#justmochi: eden #eden.love #eunmin #eunmin in busan #blackpink 5th member #5th member of blackpink #fake blackpink member #fake blackpink oc #fake kpop addition #fake kpop idol #fake kpop soloist #addition to kpop #idol!addition #idol!oc #oc!kpop #oc!idol #oc!soloist

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wh1plash · 23 days ago

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he's a simple, feeble - minded man after all. quick to fall into traps, almost willing to an extent. their song and dance tends to have the same ending, yet it's the quiet cues she gives that ropes him in all over again. they weren't possibly so different, were they ? tactics may differ, but the charm reads the same. something enticing, dangerous in a way that makes leaning off of the edge exhilarating more than terrifying. there's something raw about the way minkyu carries himself, shameless of his own wants and unabashed in their expression. he and bambi would never play the same game, one dancing in riddles and the other singing his praises. the question digs into him, because bad isn't something he's ever been with her. but this is nothing more than a mirage, a fantasy he can lose himself in. always ready to fall, always ready to drown. " i can be whatever you want, beautiful. " desperate words at a surface level spoken with such confidence, as in minkyu knows what he truly is. capability to be molded. to be the problem, to be the bother, to be tempting, to be one's vice. nothing more than a loud presence, one hard to be indifferent about. he can only feed on the desire to be wanted, just like he desires to be wanted by her too. to be a secret is to be wanted and disregarded all at once, a line he can toy with until the inevitable hurt. desire precedes him, wanting for her attention, for her eyes, just for a moment. " you'll have to let me lead. think you can give up your control ? "

GAZE FLARES DARKLY, A FLICKER OF SOMETHING HUNGRY & ENTIRELY UNBOTHERED. like she foresaw how this game was going to end and indulged for the amusement alone. there is something wicked in her head, something he joins her in: a dance, tightroping this maddening thing that webs between them light membrane drawn taut. they see things in each other that are only morsels of the truth. candor is much easier to process that way, when you've taken smaller bites. fabricate the rest. " ah, cariño. " she murmurs, a half pant from the sudden orbit they had been thrown into. this is the subtle alchemy she does: denial. wittling facts down into nothing but fragments of itself. carving until a new religon is formed, the altar of falsehoods to which they pray. light the pyre of refusal, hand in hand. manicure drumming a line along his nape slips lower, a sumptuous odyssey taken down the lenghth of his bicep, she's turned her back to him again when the tempo changes. it is here that they exchange places, offering the wild thing off his leash, " why be good when you can be bad? " less of a question and more of a silver-plattered temptation, to say: eat or be eaten. " our little secret, hmm⸺ " there's a slippery exchange, both dancing on their own and yet so intrinsically twined. " show me a good time and you might get what you're asking for. "

#𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒐 : interactions.#minkyu & bambi .#we can drop if youre not doing event threads anymore !!

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Moneymakers, pt.xxxi // Prelude to Escape

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Renee is back to being his giddy, carefree self after the stream, and something about that is jarring. It’s as if he’s completely forgotten the events of the past couple of days, or as if they don’t faze him anymore. Maybe he’s just high again. Conrad wouldn’t be surprised.

They sit in the guest bedroom, all three of them for once. While Davin quietly works on stitching Conrad’s arm back together, Renee is waiting for his own turn. He’s drinking wine straight from the bottle, slouched on the bed, long legs swinging off the edge. His jacket lies discarded on the floor, t-shirt drenched in sweat down his chest. The wound on his broken arm looks bad, but it isn’t bleeding anymore.

“I got really into tagging culture for a while,” he drones on. “Always had spray paint on me. I’d spray out security cameras too, I fuckin’ hate security cameras. Seems every shoddy failing business needs ‘em these days.” He takes a swig of wine. “I spent a long time coming up with a good-looking tag, too. I still know it.”

“That so?” Davin says, not looking up from his work. His hands move swiftly as he ties off another stitch, cutting the thread close before he moves on to the next one.

The dispassionate response doesn’t seem to faze Renee. “Oh, yeah,” he says, tapping his fingernails against the glass bottle. “There’s an artistry to it, man.” He chuckles. “Should’ve stuck to it. But you know how it goes.”

In the brief silence that follows, Renee looks around the room as if scouring for anything to distract himself with, until his expression suddenly changes to something more devious, and he looks at Conrad. “Hey, Connie,” he says.

Conrad blinks slowly. For a while, he’s been so deeply dissociating, he forgot he still has a physical presence in the room.

“If you wanted to kill me, how would you do it?” Renee asks.

The question is enough to tear Conrad back to reality. He looks at Renee sharply, swallowing. “I w-…”

“Speak up,” Renee says with a smile.

Conrad can feel his breathing begin to come quicker, can hear his heartbeat in his ears. “I don’t want to… to kill anyone,” he says.

Renee snorts. “Oh, c’mon, drop the choir boy charade. I know you hate me.” He takes another swig of wine, looking at Conrad expectantly. “Would you make it quick or draw it out? Get some sweet revenge?”

Conrad swallows again, eyes drifting to Davin, who just looks very tired.

“I think there’s a good handful of viewers who wouldn’t mind if the tables were turned,” Renee says. “We saw that today, didn’t we?” He chuckles. “Imagine you had me tied down, Connie. No witnesses, no chance of being caught, just you, me and—”

“Quick,” Conrad mutters.

Renee raises a brow. “Really? How?” He leans forward on the bed, a genuinely excited glint in his eyes. “A gun or a knife, hm? Or something else…?”

Even Davin has paused what he’s doing now, looking curiously at Conrad as he thinks.

Conrad looks at his arm. At the new scars he will have to learn to bear, ugly and jagged to match how shaky his hands were during the stream. “Gun,” he says quietly.

“Where?”

Conrad’s breaths are shallow.

“Where would you shoot me?”

He grits his teeth, looks Renee in the eyes, and says, “Head.”

Renee’s smile only widens. “Would you want to look me in the eye, Conrad? Like now?”

Conrad doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t look away, either.

“Would you watch me as you pulled the trigger?” Renee keeps the eye contact for a while longer, but once it becomes clear that Conrad has no intention of responding, he leans back on the bed again, taking a swig of his wine. “Me, I think I’d smash your skull with a hammer.”

At that, Conrad stiffens, and although the defiance never quite leaves his expression, he can feel the blood rush from his face, and his chest sinks a little.

Renee suppresses another grin. “I’d have some fun with the rest of you first, though,” he continues casually. “See how many broken bones it’d take to cure your fidgeting.”

“Renee,” Davin says, giving him a look.

“What? He fidgets a lot, y’know.”

Davin just rolls his eyes.

💵

Long after Renee’s music has seized beating through the walls, long after the hallway light shining through the slit under the door has been turned off, long after the silence has spread its deafening presence like a blanket over the premises, Conrad sits awake in his bed, wondering exactly what he’s waiting for.

It feels impossibly daunting, like staring down the barrel of a gun, as if he’s holding his breath for the coming shot. But if all goes well, this night marks the end of his ordeal.

Conrad wonders, albeit briefly, if he hasn’t gotten attached in some strange way. Attached to his captors, attached to the rhythm of life here, to pain and healing and rebound pain. There’s a simplicity to it that doesn’t exist in everyday life, a clear divide between good and bad, implied guidelines for how to behave, emotions that aren’t ambiguous or muddled by complex circumstances. Here, his suffering has a clear reason behind it. It’s brutal, but unequivocally straightforward, which is strangely comforting.

There’s a new life he has to face when he comes back home, and he knows it. Knows that he will have to learn to relive his trauma, over and over, to face his family and friends again. Knows with every fiber of his being that even if he succeeds tonight, it’s not over, and it’s never going to be over. Whatever life he thought he’d live has been taken from him, it’s been ripped from his grasp, it’s been torn to shreds and he has watched it die. Is he supposed to act like thousands of people haven’t seen him at the lowest moments of his life? Is he supposed to act like he wants to live out the aftermath of that, like he wants to forever be seen as the same ruined, mangled husk of a person he has been in those streams? Even if he somehow recovers fully, physically and mentally; even if he makes a name for himself, lives out whatever potential he still has left – that image will never go away.

A twenty-three-year-old boy, covered in his own blood and sweat, begging at his wits end for mercy. That’s who he will always be seen as, no matter who he choses to become from this point forward. It’s a ghost he can never erase, never overcome, and never outrun.

Conrad DeWitt will never not be broken.

He will have to look Howard in the eye, knowing full well that they already know what he’s gone through. How is he supposed to do that? And that’s just day one.

Despite the clear threat to his life, there’s a thousand reasons for him to be reluctant to escape. To wait just a little longer than strictly necessary. To stave off his return, no matter how much he simultaneously yearns for it.

Thoughts cascading along the same trite lines, Conrad sits idle far beyond the point where he is certain that both Renee and Davin have gone to sleep.

If he had to guess, he’d say it’s around three in the morning when he finally pulls the screw from its hiding place. There’s a moment of uncertainty as he finds the keyhole by touch, but then the pin clicks, and the handcuffs loosen from his wrist. He sits rubbing the abrased skin for a minute, feeling out the quietness of the house, letting it wash over him.

Silently, Conrad eases his way off the bed, bare feet making no sound on the cold hardwood floor. The room is slightly illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the window, but half the room is still shrouded in darkness.

It feels illegal, somehow, to be free. It feels wrong. If he’s caught at this stage, he’ll have to explain how he got out of the cuffs, and all his work will be for nothing. It seems every noise he makes, every rustle of his clothing, every exhale, every beat of his heart, is amplified in the silence.

He carefully wraps his hand around the handle of the door to his room, cringing as he pushes it down, hears the spring in the internal mechanism. He pulls the door open slowly, raises the handle again slowly, lets go of it slowly, as if any miniscule sound would trigger a blaring alarm somewhere.

It doesn’t.

The hallway, void of windows, is pitch black. Conrad tiptoes through it with one hand trailing the wall, eyes wide open in the dark, occasionally pausing to listen for any sign that his captors are awake. The muffled sound of snoring can be heard through the door to Renee’s room, but it’s completely quiet behind the door to Davin’s, which, oddly enough, is far more terrifying.

Conrad is almost relieved when he makes it to the open kitchen area, not least because the large floor-to-ceiling windows provide a relatively well-lit landscape to his eyes, long since adjusted to the dark. He stops in the entranceway, wondering briefly what his next step should be. He doesn’t have much of a plan, honestly.

Biting his lip, he tiptoes his way to the kitchen island. He opens a drawer, careful not to do it too quickly, lest its contents slide around too much. In the low light, he can barely make out the various cooking tools, but he spots the stark triangle of a herb knife, its blade still somehow shining in the low light.

Conrad picks up the knife, the old wound on the back of his hand aching as he adjusts his grip on the handle, slowly pushing the drawer closed. It’ll have to do for self-defense, he thinks grimly. The thought of stabbing someone with his own hands fills him with nausea, but this is life or death. He has to rise to the occasion. He has to at least be prepared.

Now he just needs to find a way out of the house.

As he tiptoes his way toward the living room area, Conrad bumps into a chair by the dining table, and winces deeply as the wooden legs scrape across the floor with a noise that seems to cut through the still air like a horn. Grabbing the chair to keep it steady, he stands absolutely frozen for a few seconds, clutching onto the knife, listening intently for the sound of rousing throughout the house, but no such sound is to be heard. It still takes a good minute for his heartbeat to settle after that.

He uncurls his hand from the back of the chair, and continues on past the couch group to the sliding glass doors, which Renee so often frequents on smoke breaks.

In his heightened state of anxiety, he all but forgot about the padlocks which don every door and window of the house, but there it is, brass surface shining in the moonlight. The chunk of metal standing between him and his freedom.

He tries to stick the knife into the keyhole and force it open, to no avail.

Careful not to make too much noise, he tries to open the sliding door despite the padlock, hoping in vain that the screws securing the hinges will easily tear from the frame. That, too, quickly proves fruitless.

With a sinking feeling in his gut, Conrad realizes he will have to break the window.

How do you do that soundlessly? Is that even possible?

He looks around his dark surroundings, desperately searching for any item that might prove useful in his quest, but nothing he sees gives much in the way of solace. It’s not like he can break the glass with the cushions scattered on the sofa.

He could almost cry with how close he is. As if there’s just one final code he has to break, one final step towards salvation. He sits down next to the sliding door, gritting his teeth against the unfairness of it all, trying to get his breathing back under control, trying to reignite his resolve.

Maybe, he thinks, if he cushioned the legs of one of the dining chairs with that one plaid draped across the arm of the sofa, the noise of it breaking the glass would be suppressed a little. Isn’t that worth a try?

Get up, he thinks to himself, Get up and do something about it.

His knees shake a little as he hauls his weight onto them, and he staggers up, mechanically grabbing the plaid as he walks past the sofa. His bare feet pat against the floor as he walks over to the dining area. Momentarily discarding the knife on the table, he grabs a chair by the back and turns it over in his hands, wrapping the plaid tightly around the two back legs.

He taps the cushioned legs against the glass pane of the nearest window.

Thunk.

Winces at the sound.

This isn’t going to be quiet. Not least when the glass finally shatters and scatters on the floor – it’s going to wake them up for sure.

Maybe he should just count on that. Count on rousing their attention – count on at least having a head start. His nerves are alight with the thought of running, but in the dark, there’ll be plenty of places to hide. If he could make it to the woods, if he could lose them there, find the nearest settlement and somehow contact the authorities – that’d be it. He would be free.

Conrad unwraps the legs from the plaid and discards it on the floor. He stands back, wielding the chair in both hands, giving one final glance at the knife on the table, reminding himself to grab it once the window breaks. His heart is starting to beat dizzyingly hard in his ears, breathing likewise quickening.

Once it happens, there’s no going back, is there?

Conrad throws the chair at the window as hard as he possibly can.

The sound of glass shattering erupts through the house, loud enough to almost be deafening, and shards rain down on the oak floor, but the window doesn’t break all the way; the glass is layered, Conrad realizes, there’s another pane still intact behind the one that just broke. As quickly as he can, he picks the chair back up and hurls it toward the remaining pane, which breaks, too, and the chair stops halfway out on the porch, and suddenly cold air rushes in, and then the light turns on in the hallway.

Conrad leaps for the knife, hands shaking so bad he cuts himself as he grasps it, but his adrenaline blocks it out, he doesn’t even feel it. Grabbing the plaid, he haphazardly throws it over the pile of glass shards on the floor to avoid cutting up his feet as he runs over it, and then he’s on the back porch running towards the fence in the pine grove, breath hissing in his throat.

“Renee!” Davin’s voice behind him. “Get the fuck up!”

And Conrad runs.

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#writing #conrad #renee #davin #i talked to jesus he said today was sunday #who am i to argue

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merrock · 1 year ago

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HAPPY FEBRUARY !

And here we go, into the shortest month of the year, after what felt like the longest month! This month has our big trip to New Orleans, but also it means that it's the first month fully removed from the holiday season, so we are cracking down a wee bit on some activity issues we have been noticing -- hence the slightly longer 'important stuff' section as we encourage everyone to get back on track again. Read on!

ON THE CALENDAR !

February 2nd -- Wear Red Day (mini event) -- a primarily social media based event, share a photo of your character wearing red.

February 9th -- National Pizza Day (mini event) -- head down to Pizza Thyme to enjoy some pizza!

February 11th - 17th -- New Orleans trip.

February 11th -- Super Bowl.

February 13th -- Mardi Gras.

February 14th -- Valentine's Day.

February 17th -- Random Acts of Kindness Day.

February 22nd -- National Margarita Day (mini event) -- come down to Paco's and have a margarita!

February 25th -- National Pancake Day (mini event) -- visit Cul-de-Sac Diner for a good stack of 'cakes whenever you want.

NOTE: events from February 11th through 17th take place during our New Orleans trip.

IMPORTANT STUFF !

BEING ACTIVE IS RAD -- 'nuff said. if you want to see a thriving, happy group, if you want to watch us grow and keep having fun, the best way to accomplish that is just by being active. fresh month, so why not have it be a fresh start, right?

STEADY ACTIVITY -- we really want to stress how not important it is to us that you're 100% caught up, vs. just being active. it matters more to us that your threads are being steadily worked on and effort is being put into participating in the group. you can have amazing activity and never be caught up, or you can be caught up, but all your threads are super outdated at the time of being caught up, something to keep in mind!

MUSE STUFF -- muse hits differently, we get it! if you've got a lot of muse for a particular thread, just make sure you are still putting effort into your other threads in between! otherwise, bubbling happens (we do check for this once a month, if a character is not maintaining threads with three different writers, we will give them a strike). we rely on one another for activity, so if you're only active on one character, one thread, if things are getting pushed aside, it could be detrimental to others (and yourself!) in a group setting.

DROPPED THREADS -- threads don't go on forever, and that's okay. but please try to avoid just cold dropping threads -- it could be something that someone is really relying on for activity. if you don't have the muse for it anymore, if events have shifted and you want to do something new, just reach out and talk to your writing partner! communication is important.

JUST BE KIND -- chances are, if you're dealing with ish, everyone's dealing wish ish. you don't owe us or each other an explanation if you need a day or two to just unwind. but we do owe it to each other to be kind and keep this space a safe, welcoming, comfortable environment where people want to come to write, escape real life, and just have fun. xx

GOALS FOR THE MONTH !

ADMIN -- finish up the fine details of the New Orleans trip.

ADMIN -- work on getting the March/spring events drafted and ready to go for you guys!

ADMIN -- work on new graphics for the springtime, which will be riiight around the corner!

PLAYER -- do better; we don't mean this negatively, we just mean pick an area you feel you can improve in, whether it be replying to starters, balancing your characters or replies in general, or just being more active, and make that a goal.

PLAYER -- also! one goal for everyone: do a thread with at least one writer you don't normally write with! maybe in NOLA, maybe in town, just try to do something different.

HAVE A GREAT MONTH !

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crownhcart · 7 months ago

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rules. ( i don't require a password, but please do throw an eye at them! )

i. mun & activity. hello! i go by ghost, 28 years old, any pronouns. i'm italian, and english is my second language, hence you might see mistakes or weird phrases in my turns! i can get pretty busy and lately i worked to take the habit of staying as little as possible at the computer, which means that sometimes i can't get to it for days or even weeks. because of this, this blog, as all my blogs are, is permanent low activity! it might take a while for me to reply, but eventually always will! this blog is a sideblog of ghostories!

ii. adult content and tagging system. due to the nature of most of the muses i take on here, mature themes might be present very often. because of this, this blog is 18+. everytime a trigger appears in my turns, i will tag it with the name of the trigger, followed by "//" - for example, blood //. if i forget or don't think about tagging something, never hesitate to tell me!

iii. shipping, suggestive and smut. i tend to ship only with people i know, and write suggestive rarely and with the ones i trust the most. do not force a ship on me, because it's the right way to not get me to write it to begin with. as for smut, it makes me extremely uncomfortable, so i will avoid it altogether.

iv. starting threads and prompts lists. anything works for me to start a thread - prompts from lists or original ones, or plotting, anything! i just really enjoy writing, and love receiving things that give me new excuses to write even more. send anything anytime you like! i do my best to send often prompts as well, but i might always be a little late for prompts lists or for particular events for the aforementioned low activity. if you want to reblog a prompt list i reblogged, please go to the source and don’t reblog directly from me, unless the source itself is broken.

v. dropping threads. if you don’t feel inspired anymore for a thread of ours, don’t be afraid to drop it! no need to tell me, and i promise i won’t get mad, it’s alright! due to my constant low activity, i know inspiration can simply disappear after a while. don’t be afraid to drop it and move on - we can always start something new!

vi. mun's drawings. i like to draw little things that might involve my muses as much as my writing partners’, and sometimes i like to post them. if the drawing is posted on the rp blog and i specify that only certain people can reblog, please do not reblog them unless you have permission. if i post them here instead than my art blog, it is because i’d rather keep them in a smaller circle.

vii. muses' thoughts. mun =/= muses! i often write muses i disagree with, and some of them do appear on this multimuse. what they do or think is not necessarily what i would do or think. don’t compare me to them.

viii. fixing and rewriting turns. if you can’t understand something i wrote, don’t be afraid to ask me for clarifications! as aforementioned, english is my second language: while i do my best, mistakes might not be that uncommon in my turns. furthermore, i might misunderstand your turn as well - if it happens, or if more in general i need to change anything in my turn for any reason ( be it also that i might have written you into a corner or you don’t know how to continue! ), don’t hesitate to tell me! i have no problems at all in fixing my turns, or even rewrite them entirely if necessary!

ix. turns length. i tend to write A LOT, especially when i’m very inspired by a thread. please remember, you don’t need to match my length in your reply! don’t feel pressured to write more than you wish, write as much as you want.

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wh1plash · 23 days ago

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of course, he's always been more of a lover than a fighter. fists thrown in a crowded club would be far from his style, yet somehow he's willing to entertain it for the sake of her. the one who he could admit to himself truthfully he looked at a little differently. the bother of a man doesn't look to be too strong anyway, chances of him coming out unscathed decent enough, but it would just be terrible to be kicked out and likely banned from a popular club in the heart of miami. maybe it's just enough to stop someone's unwanted sexual advances, likely to come around by weekend and do it all over again. " it's no big deal, " he shrugs once it's the two of them, something not entirely far from the truth considering he hadn't given much thought before involving himself anyway. before he can further joke in a typical minkyu - way, he's pulled aside by victoria without much refusal on his own part. probably for the best to put some distance between them and the scene of the crime anyway. his eyes aren't their usual ones, not full of mischief and ready to dole out flirtatious quips. it's more of a painful, puppy dog look laced with concern that was ready to get her whatever she needed to feel better.

" hero might be pushing it, i'm just ... someone that cares. " there he goes again, abandoning a resolve that managed to boost his own ego without fail for something more genuine. something he implies he's a little too familiar with her being out of his reach. " a piece of shit ? " he offers in completion. there's a split moment where minkyu registers that he freezes, as if being hugged by her is enough to startle someone that was unfazed by everything. it's short, fleeting to his mind before his own arms follow suit, wrapping around her backside in an attempt to provide some kind of warmth. " you don't have to apologize. I'd do it again, no hesitation. even if it gets me punched in the face. " bold words from someone who made a living off of it. " oh yeah, you know i've been really working out my arms these days. new year's resolution this time is to get jacked, " he half - jokes with a grin, thinking he should probably pull away yet makes no move to. maybe he likes it more than he can say out loud, victoria thinking of him as something more than a bother or someone far too unserious.

victoria lets out a sigh of relief as she watches minkyu quickly make his way over to her, clearly not thinking twice as he places his body between the other man's and hers. she falters, panicking as she realizes she very well could've just put minkyu in danger — what if this man swung at him? what if they got into a fight because of her? what if he got hurt? she places a hand on minkyu's back, waiting as he takes care of the situation... in his own minkyu way, of course. usually, it would make her roll her eyes and she'd think of how he's full of jokes, how there's not a serious bone in his body. she figures this is the only way to handle this, especially as the other man walks away. again, she lets out a deep sigh of relief at the fact that he was able to deescalate the situation without a punch being thrown. maybe she shouldn't always judge how he acts...

"thank you." she means it. she's grateful that he had her back just like that, without a second thought. victoria doesn't roll her eyes at him this time, doesn't shake her head as he jokes like she usually does. she looks up at him with a smile before she takes his hand in hers and leads them somewhere quieter. well, quieter than the dance floor, that is. once she's found a spot, she lets go of his hand but only so she can take a moment to breathe. "my hero," she allows herself to joke (though it's not really a joke, is it?), "he was just..." victoria trails off with a shake of her head, choosing to wrap her arms around him and place her head on his chest. "i'm sorry you almost got into a fight." she apologizes, though it sounds a little muffled as she speaks against his shirt, "— you could've taken him on, though. right?"

#𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒐 : interactions.#minkyu & victoria .#we can drop if youre not doing event threads anymore !!

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theofficersacademy · 10 months ago

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It’s May! We’re nearly halfway through the year! But more importantly, it is once again the month of TOA’s annual Ethereal Ball event! Please keep reading for more information.

Housekeeping

Current Month in TOA: Ethereal Moon

We’ve added new missions to the Golden Deer mission board. Check them out with the full board here, but don’t forget that you need a Golden Deer-affiliated faculty or student to participate in the mission tasks.

The Ethereal Ball will officially begin on May 13th this year! Read the section below for information about a new feature this year.

Remember: Once a muse is dropped, you have no say over them in this community anymore. Limit talking about headcanons and relationships, creating picrews, and other ways of "marking" the character as yours. If a muse has not been reserved or officially accepted by the masterlist, then they are free for anyone to pick up and write.

As always, we're coming at you with a new feedback form for this month! Thank you to those who left their thoughts and suggestions concerning the previous BOEL's format on last month’s form.

Ethereal Ball

This year, the ball will be a masquerade! However, this feature will be optional and unrelated to claiming access to the Dancer class at the end of the event. Like previous years, there will still be ask memes and prompts to engage with, but the masquerade will take the place of the White Heron Cup dance competition. More details will be released when the ball begins on May 13th.

The masquerade requires some prior setup on the backend though. When the ball begins, you will be able to submit anonymous starters to TOA's masquerade sideblog. The mods will add a mask icon unique to your muse so that anonymous posts can be differentiated between characters. Other partygoers will be able to reply to these starters with their own muses. They can do so unmasked (in which case they will reblog them to their own muse's blog), or submit an anonymous reply to TOA's sideblog so that the mods can reblog the reply to the thread for them. You can choose to unmask your muse at any point during the event for no penalty, but all masked replies must be submitted through TOA's sideblog. A more thorough explanation will be released when the event begins.

The reason we tell you this now is because we will need all interested muses to sign up ahead of time. Mod N will be hand-drawing all of the mask icons. To submit your muse's mask, please use this signup form. Please submit a picture of the mask that your muse will be wearing. Keep in mind that due to how uploading images in a Google Form submission works, it does submit it alongside whatever name is associated with your Google Drive account, so if you do not wish the mod team to be privy to your name, then please either alter your account's name OR submit it from an alternative account. Be assured however that the mod team will not share your name with anyone.

Signups will close at 11:59PM EST on May 10th to give Mod N time to complete the submissions. Interested muns will still be able to participate in the masquerade after the Ethereal Ball begins, but if you did not sign up ahead of time, you will have to DM Mod N directly in order to receive your mask. Thank you! And let us know if you have any questions.

Other

May Mun Birthdays: Silver (1st), Erica (3rd), Wild (3rd), Kano (6th), Rai (17th), Sam (28th), Cyan (28th)

May Muse Birthdays: Quan (1st), Ryoma (1st), Caeda (3rd), M!Morgan (5th), Forde (13th), Cynthia (14th), Lene (22nd), Ewan (22nd), Lucius (25th), Lapis (25th), Chrom (27th)

First-year mun anniversaries this month: Cecil (2nd), Ruru (2nd), Arden (27th), Ruaidhrí (27th)

Second-year mun anniversaries this month: Limit (22nd)

Third-year mun anniversaries this month: Nel (3rd), Nic (3rd), Byun (8th)

Fourth-year mun anniversaries this month: N (6th)

First-year muse anniversaries this month: Niamh (2nd), Poe (2nd), Larcei (15th)

Third-year muse anniversaries this month: Elincia (3rd)

Fourth-year muse anniversaries this month: Leo (14th)

Muses who have been in the group for a solid year will also be granted an Academy Brooch to put in their inventory. It doesn’t do anything. It just lets others know your character has been around the block. These characters are also granted a new opportunity to change houses if they wish to do so.

- The House Leaders

#toa newsletter #may newsletter

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dreamwatch · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday Game

I got tagged in WIP Wednesday by @farahsamboolents- thank you! :D

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

File Names:

Like A Stone

Recovery & Aftermath

Dustin & Eddie

Eddie Hands One Shot

Steve & Eddie 90s

Prison Fic

Jesus, every time I do this there's another one to add to the list... and not a single finished fic. 😫

Ok, because I haven't done this for a bit, and because I have never shared a whole fic, I'm going to drop a decent size snip below from Like A Stone. This is part of a scene that I hate and I'm thinking of cutting, so I'll leave it here for posterity. Also, I think this falls under the realms of unreliable narrator...

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“I didn’t really think you cared anymore, to be honest.”

Eddie stares open mouthed. “What? What do— of course— ” He reaches up and grabs Dustin’s wrist and pulls him back to sit on the bed. “Hey, look at me,” he says ducking his head to catch Dustin’s eyes. “Of course I fucking care, you asshole. Of course I care.”

“It doesn’t feel that way sometimes,” Dustin chokes out. “It doesn’t feel like it ever, actually. You’re never around anymore—”

“I work, man—”

“It’s not just work, Eddie, and it’s not just me. Whenever we call you’re out, and yet I know for a fact you don’t go anywhere. You haven’t spoken to Gareth in months. Out of all the people that left us, you’re the hardest to take, because you’re still fucking here.”

And it’s like an arrow to the heart. Because of course Eddie cares about him, but he’s done nothing to show it. Dustin has been an inadvertent victim of Eddie’s spiral. All the things he’s done to himself this last year to protect himself, they had consequences he hadn’t quite understood.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’ve— fuck.” Eddie takes a steadying breath. “Look, I’ve been going through some shit, okay? I mean, I think you know that, right? I didn’t hide it very well at New Years,” he smiles wanly at Dustin who doesn’t return it. Eddie looks across the room, out of his bedroom, anywhere but at Dustin.

“I haven’t felt… good, I guess, for a long time. And I haven’t dealt with that very well, and I hurt you and I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t mean to. I know it’s hard to understand but… it’s just really fucking hard to be around people right now.” He turns back to Dustin, who is staring at his shoes, nudges him with his knee to get his attention. “I’ll try to do better, okay?”

Dustin huffs, “Whatever man. I have to go.”

He watches as Dustin rides off through the trailer park and he feels like a piece of shit. How does he explain this to him? What this last year has done to him, how he’s not his Eddie anymore? He’s a broken bottle of a man, empty and sharp.

That he’s having actual conversations with a dead girl now. Steve says Chrissy is sweet, but that was before, before he killed her, before she told him she wants him to die. Chrissy is different too, now. And if Eddie spends more time with his friends, more time with Dustin, then that means Chrissy would be closer to them, right? And she was sweet, once, but he doesn’t trust her anymore, doesn’t trust her near Dustin.

So, he will try to do better, he will, but he has to be careful. He has to keep Chrissy away from his friends, and from Wayne. He deserves whatever she does to him, he deserves to be scared all the time, but they don’t. He couldn’t help her but he can keep them safe.

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Oki Doki - tag time! As usual no pressure tags and I am so sorry if I miss anyone or if this is the 20th time you've been tagged this week - I think I need to make a list of who actually wants to be tagged for WIP Wednesday, and who wants me to fuck off!

@gravytape @devilyouwere @thisapplepielife @hbyrde36 @occasionaloverboy @cuips-not-cute

#wip wednesday #my writing #dreamy writes

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wh1plash · 23 days ago

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sunshine. warmth. an innate need to be liked. all things associated with bri, all things that would make her seem as if she was a weak target. perhaps it was only that she saw the world through a different lens, hardship making her mentality that much stronger. anger was weakness, and well, they were brimming with vexation. if his painfully slow movements are meant to be vexing to her own disposition, it's certainly a failed attempt. it's as hawk think's he's a movie character, when he's nothing more than an irritable thirty - year old standing in front of fresh talent's way. there's a word for their character: it's called bitter.

though her artificial smile fades, it isn't quite a frown that forms over her features. bri is nothing more than amused that hawk has taken to belittling her as if her tinkering mechanic hands have managed to represent the entirety of the nariza bois. it's almost fufilling to be seen in such a light. maybe she should thank hawk for granting her such importance to her own crew. instead, she chuckles at his attempts. premise illogical to someone who uses her brain often enough. " to have a shadow requires the sun. i assume you tend to dim any light near you with your unslightly personality. i'm standing in your shadow ? darling, it doesn't even exist. " the jab at her own really does cement bri's importance. perhaps she should be asking someone to get her a drink right now. she can't even help the giggle that comes out of her mouth. " yeah, uh, i don't know how things are with the prowlers, but i'm a grown - up. i think i can get a drink on my own. not exactly what we have in mind when it comes to ' taking care of each other. '"

she's gone from being slightly irritated to practically amused. did hawk think that he was the big bad wolf coming to blow her house down ? maybe she should mention she lives with a fellow racer of theirs, before he tries to huff and puff his way into getting on her nerves. it's a little ... pathetic ? bri offers them another smile, one that's more sad than her previously fake one. " gosh, you know ... i'm really sorry, hawk, " she says, tone genuine, pausing to give her drink order to the bartender who's finally noticed her among everyone else. " it must be sad to be a veteran on the scene and be so terribly threatened by anyone that can remotely damage your fragile ego. i don't hate you, i just pity you. " what else did someone bitter and old have to do but complain ? forced to pass the time thinking about their better days before someone new and fresh stole their thunder. bri empathizes, though her heart of gold wouldn't nearly stoop to such lows. " even if i'm a loser ... then i just have nowhere to go but up. you, however ? you have nowhere to go but down. how sad ... thank you, though ! i hadn't really thought of it like that before. "

they didn’t move an inch, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth ( filled with disdain ) as bri’s words rolled over him. the sugary tone, the smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes — he caught all of it, cataloged it, & filed it away under typical nariza bois energy. it wasn’t the first time one of them had tried them & it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. ( god, he hopes not. ) they finally tipped his head to look at her, slow & deliberate, the kind of movement that spoke without saying a word. his gaze flicked from her empty glass to her face, their expression hovering somewhere between bored & amused.

❛ funny. ❜ he drawled, voice carrying that dry edge that seemed to cut deeper than volume ever could. ❛ you sound real comfortable giving orders for someone standing in my shadow. ❜ they took another sip from their glass, the ice clinking again as if to underscore his point. ❛ but hey, if you’re so desperate for a drink, maybe you could’ve asked someone in the crew that ‘ knew how to take care of their own ’ to get it for you. so this didn't have to happen. ❜

the words hung in the air — steady, heavy, & impossible to ignore. they leaned back against the bar, shifting just enough to give more space between them, but not without making it clear he was doing so. ❛ & for the record... ❜ they added, his smirk growing into something sharper. ❛ being full of myself’s better than being a fuckin' loser. & you’ve got your whole life ahead of you to get used to that feeling. ❜

#𝒃𝒓𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒕 : interactions.#bri & hawk .#im sorry idk how to stfu i guess #we can drop if youre not doing event threads anymore !!

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lunarcovehq · 11 months ago

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But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around Like snow on the beach

SWEET HEARTS WEEK - SNOW IN PLOT DROP

Sweet Hearts Week was going off without a hitch. Hope filled the newly paved streets and love was in the air as well as the sudden flakes of snow that began to fall one by one. Before the Lunar Covians knew it, they found themselves in the midst of a snow storm. Authorities advised everyone to stay inside and buckle down for the night as the snow continued to grow worse and worse.

It's the last snow fall of year and the Lunar Covians now find themselves snowed in with people who they least expected.

REMINDERS

This is the last plot drop for our Valentine's Day event! We know its finally starting to get warm out, but we wanted to give you all one last snow related plot drop you can react to before we transition the RP over into Spring!

This is a pairings plot drop, but you can feel free to react to it with more than just your pairing below if so chose. We wanted to also pair characters up who may not have spoken to one another all too often in the hopes of building connections.

With this plot drop, the event is over. You can return to your regularly scheduled starters and threads, but we do ask that you write a thread with your pairing below. Your characters can find themselves trapped together in the blizzard or, if you're not in the mood for snow anymore, you are welcome to write a thread together about something completely unrelated. We just ask that you are branching out and plotting with charries you might not have had the chance to yet.

Last by not least, we hope you have fun!

PAIRINGS

Please write a thread with the pairing you've been assigned to below-

Amrita x Safiye

Dilan x Ralph

Ken x Elif

Poppy x Rangi

Leyla x Kui

Nico x Arlo

Bexley x Efe

Julian x Billie

Bri x Kitty

Jasmine x JC

Skye x Ben

Suresh x Ronnie

Daphne x Noel

Aaliyah x Sebastien

Remmy x Briar

Rohan x Aiyla

Rae Elle x Jonah

Linden x Mason

Meena x Eren

Some pairing thought starters to get you starter-

Muse A is getting ready to head home from x location, but finds themselves trapped in the location. Unfortunately or fortunately for them Muse B is also trapped there.

Muse A can't get their heater to work and it's freezing in their apartment so they go and knock on Muse B's door for a blanket.

Muse A was getting ready to head home from x location when they realize that their coat was stolen by Muse B

Muse A thought that the people on the news were lying so they didn't prepare with a warm enough coat, now they're recruiting Muse B for help.

During the blackout Muse A dropped their keys and now Muse B must help the other find them in the mountains of snow.

Muse A walked outside to find out what all the chaos going on when they got locked out now muse B must help them get back in before too much snows falls and freezes them to death.

Muse A is handing out blankets to the towns people who are passing by and Muse B decides to help.

#lunarcoveevent10 #lunarcoveevent

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survivorsfm · 1 year ago

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we’re going back to our regular, post - holidays schedule this monday, january 8th ! hence here is some information about how things will work from now on. if i missed something or you have questions, hmu whether here or on discord ! you can find all the info under the cut.

ACTIVITY. �� we’ll require three replies to three different threads per mun a week, but if you can do more, please be our guest ! groups depend heavily on their members writing and we’re not an exception. for those writing more than one character, try to do at least one for each. during busy times ( and every time i feel the nagging need ) activity checks will be conducted via discord.

HIATUS. they’ll last as long as you need, but if it’ll be more than two weeks you’ll have to pop up every seven to ten days to update us or let us know if you’re still around / interested in staying with us. if you don’t, we’ll assume you’re not anymore and your unfollow will be posted.

WRITING. we’ll have two different types of just to an extent mandatory writing occasions: events, that will take place in more relaxed settings and mainly consist of special or specific affairs for the sanctuary ( harvest / planting seasons, anniversaries, birthdays, and any other kind of celebration; reunions, relevant meetings, and so on ) that will give us all the chance to explore our characters’ dynamics and strengthen ( or weaken *side eyes emoji* ) their bonds. and then plot drops, that will move, if you’ll excuse the redundancy, the group’s plot further, and will bear heavier and darker themes ( community struggles inside and outside of the sanctuary, possible losses, hostile encounters, missions, crisis, among others ) . these will change things around the place, and help you develop your character(s) within our main storyline and lore.

TASKS. new year’s goal ! we’ll start doing tasks between events and plot drops so you can develop your muse(s) in a more relaxed, different way. we’ll try to stay away from heavily written tasks, but we might have a few of those too, especially if you request them. goes without saying any suggestions or ideas are absolutely welcomed !

MORE CHARACTERS. from now on, current members will have the chance to have up to four characters in total, and then, depending on activity, you’ll be able to bring in more if you’d like and feel like you can handle them. just keep in mind our diversity rules before sending your app ! guidelines about the amount of characters one can apply with will remain for new members.

and i think that’s all there is ! please, remember to give our guidelines a new read so you don’t overlook anything, and as i said before, if anything’s missing here or there’s something you wanted to know but i didn’t mention it, all you have to do is ask. many kithes on top of your lovely heads, babies, and happy writing !

#survivors.admin #appless rp #oc rp #mumu rp #active rp #apocalypse rp #mature rp #horror rp #relaxed rp #original rp #tumblr rp

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onewomancitadel · 2 years ago

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(Yo’, it’s me; college has been going fine [if very stressful and close to giving me a heart-attack], just wanted to check how you’re doing now that the new Volume is out)

Your post about Jaune NOT getting written out of the narrative and stuff like that always keeps putting the rest of the fandom that I see in perspective, because it always seems like 3/5’s of them only ever take things directly and without much foresight, and the other 2/5’s just want a whole bunch of petty wish-fulfillment without taking the greater narrative into consideration or how it might genuinely affect things going forward. It’s like, they don’t see the fact that he has clear and tangible attachments to the rest of the cast who are out in Vacuo and how fucking abrupt it would be for him to just drop out of the plot in the middle of the story. Like, do they just expect Nora and Ren and Winter and Oscar and everyone else to just ACCEPT the fact that he’s no longer with them anymore, just like that? Are they just going to allow Cinder to play second-fiddle rival to Ruby? I’m really thankful that you’re always willing to take a step back and try to observe the grander picture, even if we are both a little biased to try and see the Knightfall threads. I also want you to know that, regardless of whatever happens in the show itself, that I (and hopefully a lot of others) will always stand on the Knightfall train wholeheartedly. Hope you’re doing well, yourself, btw.

It’s like, they don’t see the fact that he has clear and tangible attachments to the rest of the cast who are out in Vacuo and how fucking abrupt it would be for him to just drop out of the plot in the middle of the story.

I mean, I don't mean to be rude but they're taking the story at face value because that's how they're used to interacting with storytelling. Thing A happen, so Thing A happen the same way again. Narrative event is threatened, narrative event will play out exactly the way you expect it to. Jaune is sad, Jaune will be sad forever and written out.

To some degree, this is what storytellers rely on; being surprised is fun. The problem is that some people get offended by surprise now, and that's a different tin of worms to deal with.

I’m really thankful that you’re always willing to take a step back and try to observe the grander picture, even if we are both a little biased to try and see the Knightfall threads.

I personally enjoy considering the picture with or without Knightfall, it just so happens that it can be asserted on textual terms. I know you're being jocular, I just think it's interesting how it's considered a bias but Jaune/Weiss isn't.

I think you've otherwise made good points here I can't really otherwise expand upon. He has too many narrative ties. Cinder has more to do in the story, as Ruby opens up her own darker interior. The exciting question is how Jaune gets out of this.

I think people have lost the language to articulate suspension.

It's very kind of you to send this message, and thank you for checking in with me. I wasn't doing so hot. You never know whose day you could make though, because I got the gumption to check my inbox because I had some lovely interactions the other day that made me feel less scared.

I just assume no one likes my posts lol.

Good luck with college and hope you're doing better on that front. Remember to take it easy, a five minute break can make all the difference, and an extra 20% of effort can make an 80% improvement.

#seraphina's asks #user: technonecromancerderaxus #seraphina ruminates over V9 #rwby9 #seraphina's inbox extravaganza #I do like that tag it's funny #jaune arc sadsack tag

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warspun · 22 days ago

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sporadic activity, icon*-less, multi-character account. affiliated lovingly with peacespun ♡ temp character list.

out of character. penname is silver. 30+. neutral pronouns (or masculine), i work full-time in healthcare as well as going to college. EST or UTC/GMT -5. I am a slow writer, I have always been. I have diagnosed mental disorders and I am far from neurotypical. please be mindful of that when interacting. if you're looking for speed of any kind with anything, I am not the person for you.

about. this is an independent, unaffiliated with any fandoms, private, slow-activity multi-character account. I am mutuals only save for the exception of receiving meta questions, only roleplay blogs can reblog from me, personal blogs stay out of my activity except asks, I will block you. I write canon characters who do not follow their respective media, but are crafted the way I want them to be, and original characters. I mainly use jensen ackles as a faceclaim unless otherwise listed. each character might have their own set of guidelines in an effort to keep this main one straight-forward. don't assume anything about my characters or anything in their respective media, if there is an event (or attitudes of characters that happen) that happens in their canon, please ask me before you include it in a thread as I might have changed the interaction or view it differently. please value my differences like I value yours. discord is my preferred method of contact as it's easier for me to check it while I'm away from the computer. interaction. I'm going to preface this by saying, I reserve the right to delete asks, drop threads, not reply to a meme or starter written for me if I do not vibe with it. I don't have a lot of free time anymore and I will devote my time how I see fit. if i feel you have ignored my rules, I will ignore you, nothing personal. I have a heavy preference for writing romantic shipping and sexual interactions, that however does not mean that i don't value platonic things. the one dynamic I will need to flesh out is if we write frienemies or anything of that sort. I will only write antagonistic dynamics with very specific characters, if I say no, please respect that. I don't like writing things where I don't have some what of a direction as to where it is headed.

I would prefer to have a direction on where their dynamic is going, I tend to lean toward plot-heavy threads, even if it's just a simple idea as in they're going to the grocery store. I am incredibly slow with prompts for the inbox, don't take that personally. if you want to send me a prompt, you can find them there. I don't like writing one-liners so I prefer to have at least a decent paragraph or more to reply to. I am an 18+ writing account and 21+ for smut threads.

formatting. this blog only has access to the beta editor. I have a preference for minimal formatting, if the reply looks too busy I get overwhelmed and overstimulated. I typically write in the normal size font but do not mind if my partner writes with small font, though I do have a bit of trouble reading it. I am typically ICONLESS, though I will use them from time to time. I don't like the icon borders, banners, or large gaps between all of the words, I would love for this to be accommodated, thank you for understanding.

if I follow you, and you don't wish to be mutuals feel free to soft or hard block me, I won't be upset because honestly, I will do the same.there will be heavy triggering themes on this account. please tread lightly grasshoppers. I do tend to tag things automatically and if something needs tagged and I have not tagged, feel free to communicate that with me, I will accommodate. I will write smut and don't like using read mores so don't use read mores with me. I will honor fade to black if you have no desire to write smut, you just have to let me know ahead of time. please also be weary of my characters sexual activity as some of them will make comments or have those thoughts. it is your responsibility to curate your own space within what you can control. my personal triggers include: GRAPHIC DETAILED IMAGES OF SPIDERS / ARACHNIDS, TRYOPHOBOIA, S*XUAL ASSAULT / NON-CON, DOUBLE PEN*TRATION, F*STING. don't force me to write disgusting things and don't act in disgusting ways, I'm not going to list the phobic things you shouldn't be. you are not welcome here if you participate that. if you voted red in the last us presidential election you are not welcome here and we are not friends. I don't really have a specific banned list but there things I will avoid.

#⟟#pinned.#SILVER.#THEY/THEM.#30+#EASTERN STANDARD.

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