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drabbles-mc · 11 months

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Someday When It's Over

Horacio Carrillo x OFC

For Day 11 of @narcosfandomdiscord's July Smut Challenge: knock up

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, hurt/comfort, light angst, talks of pregnancy

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Me? Digging out an old OC that I used once and never planned to write more for and giving her the whole gamut of human emotion and experience? It's more likely than you think! real talk though i love these two now i will be staring at the wall thinking about them Special thank you to Ashling for giving me a slew of great brainstorming ideas that led me to this. I owe you my life 😌

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When Carrillo got home and found all of the lights in the house off already, he knew that something wasn't right. Even on the nights when Lina went to bed before he got home, she always left the light on that was just inside the door, a little extra guidance for when he arrived and she wasn’t there to greet him.

He easily maneuvered his way through the pitch-black. He’d memorized the layout of his house a long time ago. Sure, it changed a little bit when Lina moved in and brought her whole life with her, but she didn’t change it so much that it was unrecognizable. He still didn’t have to turn the lights on.

By the time he reached their bedroom, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. He could make out the shape of her on the bed, sheets pulled up over her. She was lying on her side, facing away from the bedroom door. He stepped into the room, shutting the bedroom door behind him even though it was just the two of them in the house. If she was awake and heard it click shut, she didn’t say anything, didn’t move.

Carrillo stripped down out of his fatigues, leaving them draped over his dresser. His footsteps were almost silent on the hardwood floor as he quietly stepped over to the bed. Sliding under the covers on his side of the bed, he slowly made his way closer to the center of the mattress. She still hadn’t moved, and that was how he knew she was still awake. She could sleep through plenty, but not through him getting in and out of bed in the middle of the night. It would always wake her up, cause her to roll and turn so that she was facing him. She’d always grumble at him in a sleepy haze, words that she wouldn’t remember in the morning after she fell back to sleep.

Slowly reaching out, he carefully rested his hand on her hip, thumb tracing lightly over the thin fabric of the bedsheet that was draped over her. Before he tried to pull her back to him, or move in closer to her, he gave her a moment to react, to say something.

Then he heard the shift in her breathing, the way she tried to stifle the unsteadiness of it. A frown pulled at his lips as he gave her hip a reassuring squeeze. “Qué pasó?” he finally said, the words sounding so loud in the room even though he’d whispered them.

Lina sniffled, followed by a deep breath that still shook as she took it in. She didn’t turn to face him, fingers curling tighter into the bedsheet, the only barrier keeping her nails from breaking the skin of her palm. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, devoid of the warm, smooth tone she always had. “Nada.”

Carrillo brought his hand up to her shoulder instead. He didn’t try to pull her, turn her to get her to face him. He just rested his hand there, skin to skin. He kept his voice quiet as he said, “Lina, querida, talk to me.”

“I’m sorry,” her voice cracked as she said it.

He ran his hand up and down her arm. “For what?”

“What if I,” she sniffled, wiping at the tears on her face, “what if I can’t do this?”

Bringing his arm underneath the covers, he slipped it around her waist, finally pulling himself closer to her. “Do what?”

“What if, after everything,” she tried to take a deep breath but couldn’t quite manage it, “what if I can’t…” her voice trailed off, but Carrillo felt the way that her hand grazed over his, the way that her hand rested lightly on her stomach.

He felt the ache starting to spread through his chest as he realized what she was saying. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder before hooking his chin over it. “You can,” he told her gently.

“Is it even fair?”

“Fair?” he repeated back, confused.

“With everything that’s been going on, you know, I don’t…I don’t think it’d be fair. To them.” She paused for a beat. “To us.”

Carrillo took a deep breath as he felt the weight of what she was saying. Wrapping his arms tighter around her, he tried to reassure her. “It won’t be like this forever.”

She leaned into it for a few moments, the feeling of his strong arms wrapping her up and keeping her pulled close against his chest. She closed her eyes, tried to focus just on the sensation of it, the warmth radiating off of him and seeping into her through the thin silk of her nightgown. She could feel each breath that he took and she tried to match it.

“Feels a little endless some days though, doesn’t it?”

He kissed her shoulder again, not wanting to give her the honest answer to that question. It wasn’t anything that she didn’t already know. She watched him, day in and day out, trying to put a stop to everything that was unraveling around them. If there was anyone who understood the way it all felt futile, never-ending, it was him. He had learned how to navigate that, how to push through it. What he wasn’t used to, was hearing her sound that way. He thought he’d seen every color on her, but hopeless was a new one.

He wasn’t good at lying to her. Never had been, something about her brutal honesty, the unwavering softness that always lingered beneath it. It didn’t feel right to try and tell her anything besides the truth. “Some days,” he said, nodding just slightly. “Others?”

“Others…” she trailed off, not sure how she wanted to finish the sentence. After a few moments, she shifted, turning around so that his arms were still around her but now she was facing him, her nose brushing against his as she got comfortable again. “Others I think about,” she reached and rested her palm against his cheek, “what it will be like when it’s finally done.”

“And?” he asked, acutely aware of the way her fingertips felt against his face. “What will it be like, hm?” He ran his hand up and down her back. “Qué piensas?”

A smile was trying to pull at the edges of her mouth, but it wasn’t quite successful. “Horacio.”

“Dime. Quiero saber.” He kissed her on the lips, light and fleeting. “What do you think it will be like?”

“It’ll be quiet,” she said after a few moments. “Good quiet. Easy.” She traced her thumb against his cheekbone. “You’ll be home.” The pad of her finger trailed below his eye, just below the dark circles that seemed permanent there now. “You’ll sleep.”

Carrillo chuckled quietly at that. “I don’t know about that.”

There was a hint of a lift to the edges of her mouth. “Maybe not, hm?”

“What else?” he asked, relief already settling over him as he watched her mood slowly start to shift.

“What else?” she parroted back.

He nodded, forehead grazing hers as he did. “When it’s over, what else? What,” he pulled her a little closer, fingers spreading across her back, “do you want when it’s over?”

She finally smiled, small and soft, but it was honest. She knew exactly where he was going with it. “I know, Horacio,” she said, sliding her hand down so that it was resting against his chest, heartbeat thrumming against her palm.

“Still?” he asked, just to be sure.

She nodded. “Still.”

He kissed her again. “It won’t always be like this. I promise you, one day it will all be over, the mess, the violence. And until then,” another kiss, “I’ll be here, protecting you, and her.”

She let out a quiet laugh at that. Not the sentiment, but the prediction of it all. “Her?”

“Sí.”

She shook her head. “We haven’t even gotten started, Horacio, and you’re already sure she’s going to be a girl?”

He laughed too, low and quiet but still warm. “Si dios quiera.”

She looped her arms around him, bringing her hands to the back of his neck. He felt her run her fingers through his hair, nails raking lightly through the short locks at the nape of his neck. “I love you,” she said, pulling him in for a kiss. When she pulled her lips off his she could see the way he was about to say something, and she beat him to the punch, “And I’m sorry.”

He shook his head at her as he took a deep breath in. “Don’t be sorry. Lo entiendo.”

Her entire body relaxed at that, relief flooding over her. It felt a little insane at times, trying to hold onto the idea of what life could be like later when it was what it was in that moment. Most days she handled it just fine, but other days, when the news played from the television just a little too loud, when the gunshots echoed just a little too close, it got heavy. There was no shame in feeling the weight of it, the conflict of wanting to hope and plan and pray but unsure of how much to do any of it. It felt good to hear someone else understand it, better still that it was the man whose legs were tangled up with hers.

Her face was close enough to his that when she spoke, their lips brushed. “Thank you.”

He kissed her, letting his lips linger for a moment before saying, “I love you.”

She smiled against his lips, knowing he’d been waiting patiently to say it. She kissed him again, not pulling away this time. Carrillo’s lips moved in tandem with hers, one hand staying on the small of her back, keeping her pulled close even though she had no intention of pulling away. The other slid down over her hip and onto her thigh. He grabbed her gently, just enough to pull her leg and hook it over him. Anything just to have her a little closer.

She felt the way that his fingers grazed over her legs, the hem of her nightgown sliding up in the process. Her hand cradled the back of his head as she slowly started to kiss him with a little more intensity. Each time he brought his lips back to hers, she felt a little more hopeful, a little more certain. He had always been a never-ending supply of fire, and she loved him for it in moments like that. Down the road the winds would shift, the way they always did, and she’d remind him how to use that same fire to stay warm, to keep safe, that it was good for more than just burning the world down to start over again. But for now, in that moment as his tongue skimmed the inside of her lip, Lina felt like a fresh start wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Keeping her close, Carrillo quickly rolled them so that she was lying on her back underneath him. She let out a short gasp at the sudden shift, and he could feel her breath against his neck. He caressed the side of her face with one hand, the other pressing into the pillow beside her head to keep him propped up, allow him to be able to look at her the best he could in the darkness of their bedroom. Even if it was too dark to see the details, it was a sight he’d committed to memory by now—the way the long dark waves of her hair cascaded over the pillowcase beneath her, the way that she always had that soft look in her eyes even when the thoughts in her head were anything but.

She loosely hooked her legs around his waist, using them to give herself just enough leverage to push him into a kiss. His hand grazed up her thigh as he kissed her, feeling the way that their switch in position had caused her nightgown to slide up, the lift of her legs making it fall above her hips. He trailed his hand up, fingers carefully tracing over the waistband of her panties.

His lips drifted down to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the column of her throat. He hooked his fingers over the waistband of her underwear, tugging them down until she had to unhook her legs from around him in order for him to pull them off the rest of the way.

He moved slowly, his hand coming back up her leg. Despite the rough feeling of his palm, his touch was extremely soft, careful. His fingers crept until the hit the juncture of where her thigh met her hip, and he could feel the tension building in her body, the slight shifting to try and get something more. He kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder as he lightly grazed his fingertips along her slit, feeling how wet she already was.

When he slid his fingers into her, it was hard for him to think about anything else except the way that she sighed out his name. He felt the way that her body relaxed at the same time that she tried to pull him closer. He kept his rhythm as he pressed kisses against her exposed collarbone, against her chest even though it was still covered by her nightgown. She leaned into his touch every time, always willing to take more if he was willing to give it.

He felt her hands as they rested on his waist for a moment. She waited for him to bring his lips back up to hers before starting to push the waistband of his underwear down past his hips. He didn’t try to stop her, kicking them off the rest of the way once she’d slid them down enough.

He moaned into her mouth as he pushed into her, and she swallowed the sound readily as she kissed him. He raked his fingers along the side of her head until her tangled them into her hair, pulling her into a heated kiss. Intense, but not rough—a fine line he’d learned to walk in the time that he’d been with her.

Lina looped her arms underneath his, fingers splaying across his the expanse of his back. Despite the fact that they were as close as two people could possibly hope to be, she still tried to pull him closer. Carrillo let it wash over him, the fact that no matter what happened, what each day held, they would always try to hold each other closer.

He heard the shift in her breathing as she got closer and closer to the edge, the way each inhale would make it halfway down her throat in a gasp. As his hips moved to keep connecting with hers, he knew that he wasn’t far behind. She cupped the side of his face, the tips of her fingers just grazing the side of his neck as she kissed him, pulling air from him like it was the only way she could breathe as she unraveled beneath him. He matched her energy, forehead pressed firmly against hers as he thrust into her a new more times until he spilled inside of her, hips pinned to hips.

Carrillo kept himself carefully braced over her, enough to stay close, but not leaning so heavily into her that it would hurt. His eyes drifted shut as he focused on the sensation of her gently brushing her fingertips along his cheeks, grazing along his jawline. He felt the rise and fall of her chest as she did so, drastic in contrast to the soft way she was touching him.

“Lina?” he said, voice hardly a whisper as he pressed a featherlight kiss to her lips.

“Mm?”

He rested his forehead against hers. “Te amo.”

She smiled, bringing her hands to his shoulders. “Te amo.”

They carefully shifted back into their former position, each of them lying on their sides facing each other. Carrillo’s hand was still slipped up underneath her nightgown, resting comfortably on her hip while she had one hand against his chest, one hand against the side of his neck.

Lina could feel her eyes starting to grow heavy, a different, much better kind of exhaustion starting to settle over her. Carrillo kissed her forehead, and then her cheek before saying, “It won’t be quiet, you know.”

Her eyes were still closed as she said, “Qué?”

“Even when it’s over, it won’t be quiet. Good, yes, but not quiet.” He pressed a brief kiss to her lips. “Not when it’s all of us here.”

He could feel the way her lips curled into a smile as she rested her face in the space below his shoulder. Something about his certainty when it was coupled with hopefulness made everything else seem to fade away. “I’d give up quiet for that.”

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junipernoon · 2 years

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So this is Angela Barbeau (yes I just gave her a new surname, I want to give more French Canadian family names to some Vermont Native OCs). In my universe there’s lots of fun color anime hair and eyes, and I’m figuring out what that looks like on Black and brown characters. For example beloved OC Tommy / Ziako has that dark purple hair - I figure the full gamut of colors is possible for everyone but POC more often have darker colors, like the forest green Angela is sporting.

#angela #castlings #green lake #oc #sketch

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umrti · 11 months

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N̲O̲W̲ ̲ ̲I̲ ̲ ̲A̲M̲ ̲ ̲B̲E̲C̲O̲M̲E̲ ̲ ̲D̲E̲A̲T̲H̲ #umrti : an independent & private original character sable mortimer, the personification of death. inspired by various interpretations over the years, including but not limited to those of : terry pratchett, neil gaiman, ingmar bergman, various mythologies, the films death takes a holiday, meet joe black, the final destination franchise & more. canon, au, oc etc friendly. written by ink ( she / her, 25+, melb. australia ). sporadic & low activity. slow in-character writing. beta only. temp rules & about etc under the cut. T̲H̲E̲ ̲ ̲D̲E̲S̲T̲R̲O̲Y̲E̲R̲ ̲ ̲O̲F̲ ̲ ̲W̲O̲R̲L̲D̲S̲

death has various faces as it is not really bound to any one shape or form, & so its fc may change on occasion. i have a list of various faceclaims, & they run the gamut in terms of ethnicity, age ( though none younger than early 20s ), sex, gender identity, etc. the only thing they really have in common is, for the most part, they have dark hair.

THE CURRENT FACECLAIM IS ADAM BRODY. mostly from ready or not ( 2019 ), but occasionally from more recent works, too. therefore death currently presents as a man in his mid thirties to early forties.

death goes by any singular pronouns. if in doubt, use he or it. or simply use death or sable.

death is neither good nor bad. death just is.

threads will be written in FIRST PERSON pov. you do not have to copy this, dw

nsfw may be present, & will always be tagged 'nsfw /'

similarly, i tag triggers as 'TRIGGER /'. i tag everything common, but let me know if you have specifics.

i have a banned fc list, but as i rarely if ever see them these days, i won't bother listing them out. for characters, i do not write with canon rapists, paedophiles, school shooters, racists, or anything of the like. this includes, but is not limited to : tate langdon, billy hargrove, chuck bass, freddy krueger, & others.

as death is omniscient & omnipresent, i am happy to write with characters who have been killed, who have killed, who deal with death, who are trying to bargain with death, who are dying etc. characters do not need to be alive to interact. it is death, after all.

on that note : death is not an active killer. it gets blamed for deaths, but all it does is help on make the transition from one world to the next. it is not sickness, it is not a gun, it is not anything that actively kills someone. it is just the result. but yes . . . it can be bargained with. rarely.

• example : the first death in final destination ( 2000 ) - the one where death was wholly actively complicit ? that is not correct. the rest of the deaths in the series - where they could feasibly be accidents ? that's death. an inevitability.

immortality is obviously something that will crop up for some characters, but it is likely they too will at least have experienced death in some capacity, be it the death of a loved one if not themself.

i do think death should be smooched & i'm not afraid to say it. it is a lonely & often thankless job, & oftentimes the wrong people use its name to give themselves a pass for doing bad things. sometimes it just wants to feel appreciated, despite it all.

death is pansexual panromantic. do with that what u will.

be a nice person, pls & thank u.

#PINNED.#updated: 20230623

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l-egionaire · 3 years

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Tell me about your eternals oc

Eternals Oc (Below the Line)

My Eternals Oc is named Andora. She's one of the original Eternals who came to Earth millions of years ago. Her special power is the ability to use cosmic energy to shape-shift. She can transform into people, animals, partial animals, can make herself larger, smaller, or even grow extra limbs. If the other Eternals are the basis for myths like things like Mercury, Gilgamesh, or Haphaestus, Andora is the source of myths like the animal headed Egyptian gods, multi armed deities like Vishnu, and mythological creatures like Satyrs, Harpies, mermaids, and the cyclops.

Andora came to deeply love and be curious about the humans of Earth and interacted with them probably the most. She used her shape-shifting to make herself look like them so, unlike the others who usually stayed looking like themselves besides Sersi, she would blend in with them. This also made her more noticeable to their losses like death or their painful periods. Druig often poked at the idea that she pretended to be human and secretly wished she was one. But she always denied that and said that she just cared a lot about them. Due to her powers, she bent the Eternals non-interference laws a bit because the only able to tell who she was was Ajax. So she'd occasionally assist in human endeavors disguised as one. This made her and Ajax argue a lot about her not being focused on the mission.

Her relationship with the other eternals is pretty good. She gets along best with Sersi, Merkkari, Sprite, Kingo and Druig because they shared her love for humanity even if she took it a but farther than they did. Ajax was often critical of her relationship with the humans and worried she was becoming too attached to them. Ikaris felt her mingling with humans was silly since they had to leave eventually and she was setting herself up for more pain. Thena and Gilgamesh got along with her fine but they focused more on the battlefield rather than the more casual stuff she did.

After the Eternals broke apart, she lived dozens up dozens of different lives. She was the Eternal best able to blend in and live amongst humans because she could alter her appearance. She'd make herself appear as old as she needed to, slipping into schools as a young child and then making herself appear to grow older with her shape-shifting so that no one suspected her immortality. Then, when she got old enough she would "die" and then slip away from her coffin after dying. She's spent lives as men and woman on every continent. She's been black, white, tan. She's been chinese, French, Japanese, Canadian, Mexican and every culture under the sun. So, She's been able to see the full gamut of human experience. She's also had a lot of lovers and watched them go. She's lived life "as a human" for years.

In the modern age, she's been a 19 year old Latino woman living in New York with her massive adopted family. She'd been going to school majoring in history and had been at family dinner when a deviant attacked her and her kin. She fought it off but she was forced to reveal her powers, her true identity, and her real form. Thankfully, her family accepted her and encouraged her to go find the rest of the Eternals. So, she morphed into a bird and flew the others.

Obviously, when she found out their true purpose and about the emergence, she was completely against it wand wanted to stop it. She was fully on board with using the unmind and stopping Taimut from awakening.

#The Eternals #Eternals #Marvel #Ajax #Sersi #Phastos #Ikaris #Kingo #Gilgamesh #Thena #Sprite #Druig #Eternals Oc #Marvel Oc #MCU Oc #MCU

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thegreatobsesso · 3 years

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OCtober, day 7: Power.

Based on this prompt list from @oc-growth-and-development!

---- 🍂🍁🎃🍁🍂 ----

This was a tough choice because my WIP has a lot to do with the idea of power, but I decided to shine the spotlight on one of my grossest, most power-hungry OCs today: Nauxial.

This guy died a hundred years before my story starts but that didn’t stop him from seeping in.

His natural power is to be able to take other people’s power - a rare manifestation of Extraction magic, which usually takes the form of being able to pull magical energies from plants and rocks and the like. He did this to many, many people during his life, amassing an unnatural arsenal of abilities and killing those he stole from.

In the modern-day world the story’s set in, he’s worshipped by unsavories like magic supremacists, who believe they’re meant to carry on his “good work” of making magicians the ruling race.

Luckily, he ded.

Unluckily, he’s able to latch onto Riley, who can speak to the ded, and he hopes to use her to bring himself back.

Face claim is basically this drawing, but his hair gets longer when he’s older. Aesthetics include long black sweeping coats, frilly accessories worn to tatters, rings and jewels. Sinister-looking bonfires in the woods past midnight.

Voice claim is David Tennant. You’re meant to read all his dialogue in David Tennant’s voice. 🙌🏻

An excerpt, of when he and Riley have a proper chat for the first time.

Riley POV

She could live through muscle aches, night sweats, fatigue, the whole gamut of withdrawal symptoms, and she did - it was when the spirits came back that her own mind, on the verge of being shoved out of itself, began to whisper that she couldn’t live like this anymore.

And then it all fell away.

The sudden silence was disorienting - they never just stopped - and she pushed back the comforter and looked around her bedroom.

Nothing was amiss - not that an external disruption could affect her powers, but nonetheless, she was still here. Discarded piles of sweaty clothes lay abandoned on the floor; a bucket sat next to her bed with tissues next to it in case she had to vomit, but otherwise, this was her bedroom, as it should look.

There, there. One single, solitary voice; the taste of metal in her mouth. That’s not so bad, is it?

She knew it like an old friend, except he was anything but, and he managed to convey sitting on the edge of her bed stroking her hair without a body to do it with.

This was less and more than anything she’d ever felt before.

The withdrawal could cause hallucinations, and she hadn’t slept in days - how could she possibly trust her senses?

Enough of that nonsense, came the clear voice again. I’m quite real. Don’t be afraid.

She was, even though this had been the goal from the start, and he knew it, because he was as close to her own thoughts as she was. She licked her dry lips and resigned herself to speaking out loud to a ghost. “What are you doing to me?”

Not to you, love. To the spirits that flock to your light. I’m holding them at bay, so you can breathe.

That he was suspending them somehow was an undeniable truth - they all dissipated the moment he came through and in their place, a single one, much stronger, that left a taste in her mouth like she licked the ports of a battery.

You’ve no clue how to direct your own power, have you? His sing-song voice filled her head. I’ve so much to show you and I ask very little in return.

... he said, like a liar. 😈

#oc-tober #oc-tober day 7: power #oc: nauxial #my art #my writing #art #drawing #my wip #my OCs #oc: riley

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ophanimgold · 3 years

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about me...

hey

im maya, you can call me ophie, physalia, mew, whatevs! I go by ophanimgold elsewhere, such as twitter, ig, and toyhouse

my commissions are like always open btw 👀

im black/biracial, nb, and an adult (21)

I love to draw mainly my ocs, monster folks, sea critters, bugs, dinos/prehistoric friends, and pokemon! i have a ton of ocs whom are my pride and joy 🥰

im an aspiring marine biologist (looking to specialize in deep sea creatures, cnidarians, crustaceans, or cephalopods)

random facts:

my kids are a ragdoll named moka, and western hognose named pluto!

my favorite animals are bearded vultures, siphonophores, moon jellies, cuttlefish, coelacanth, hercules beetles, and more!!!

im absolutely enamored by biblically accurate angels (hence my main username...)

...i like pretty rnb singers...a lot...

huge fan of rap, rnb, hip-hop, and edm in general! (especially dubstep and trap)

disclaimer: there will be occasional suggestive themes, whether it be text, poses, or other stuff. these posts will be tagged accordingly.

thank u for looking feel free to hit me up and talk about crabs with me or smth here are my baby boys cache and gamut

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oneheadtoanother · 3 years

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Re-reading LOTR and it's extremely funny to me how this quirky uber-catholic polymath's OC he initially made up for his children's bedtime stories has been such a huge cultural touchstone for, in roughly chronological order:

-hippies

-d&d dorks

-black metal dorks

-70+% of anyone currently alive who has seen a movie

and it's super clear from his writing that he would have hated every one of the above groups. It's just interesting what different permutations of fan culture have developed around this one extremely idiosyncratic work of literature, running the gamut from The Beatles (who tried to buy the film rights to LOTR while Tolkien was alive) to fascist murderer Varg Vikernes to millions of people who just want to get rawed by Viggo Mortensen, and the man would have cringed out of his skin to be associated with any of them.

#tolkien #lotr

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saxiphonoart · 8 months

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This was meant to be a quick doodle. It took me a whole day.

#magical girl #doodle #oc art #cmyk palette #miss three kids in a trenchoat herself #oc: black gamut #project black gamut

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crimsonrae · 4 years

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Across the Road, At the Brothel

Chapter Six

Summary: Jaskier fell in love any day that the sun rose in the East. It was a trifling, pleasurable experience for him. Even when he was jumping out a window to avoid cuckolded husbands. So what happens when his trifles start to become more significant? Jaskier/OC. Some Yennefer/Geralt

A/N: Jaskier is just too adorable not to write about. This is a relationship development story with an OC. There will be smut in later chapters and plenty of angst.

Warning: Past Mentions of Rape

Rating: Mature

Questions of Comfort

The ice was back.

Lyrra shivered and felt tears begin to burn at her eyes.

She didn't want to be in this place.

"Shhh, Princess." A voice of smooth whiskey soothed as she felt a hand brush over her shoulders.

She hated that voice and his touch, but she knew any disobedience would make this worse. She closed her eyes to try and hide her fear.

"You're trembling like a leaf, little one." His breath was hot and moist against her cheek.

She choked on a quiet sob, still refusing to open her eyes.

Papa, help... Please come save me.

"Drink your drought, now."

No.

She didn't want it.

"It'll make you relax."

The glass chalice was pressed to her lips.

No.

She clenched her teeth together.

A chilled hand clutched painfully at her jaw. Forcing her mouth open and the liquid spilled down her gullet.

She was so cold.

"Lyrra."

What?

Confusion tore through her, he never called her that.

"Lyrrana."

Her eyes slid open almost unwillingly and she stared into his cold dark sea eyes, "Lyrra..."

That wasn't his voice.

Lyrra tilted her head as something gripped her and began to pull her away from her monster with the dark eyes. The world faded around the edges and turned black

"Lyrra."

A heat smoothed over her cheek and she felt her eyes flutter open again – when had she closed them?

Jaskier hovered over her anxiously. His eyes were blue too, she noted distantly. Not like the sea, but like the sky on an early spring morning, "Jaskier?"

He quirked a relieved grin at her and answered her unspoken question, "You were having a nightmare."

Lyrra blinked, cobwebs of sleep still clung to her mind. She was in his room. A vague memory of disrobing to her chemise and climbing into bed – no, she had nestled into Jaskier's arms as willing as a foundling. She nearly sighed before his words penetrated. Nightmare? She shivered and suddenly the cold place loomed up from the shadows of her mind. It wasn't a nightmare, it was life. Her life. Her fingers twitched with the need to move.

Warmth, she wanted warmth.

A soft brush against her face drew her back to the present and she realized that Jaskier was cupping her cheek. His thumb swept soft circles over her skin, leaving a pleasant tingle in its wake. She was surprised to find she didn't mind his touch at that moment. He was watching her, waiting for something. A reaction, a response? She wasn't sure, but she knew he was warm.

Not ice.

Not cold.

She wanted warmth.

Unthinkingly, she leaned up and brushed her lips against his. He stilled before pulling back slightly. His gaze searched hers curiously and she was glad for it. Glad that he hadn't surged forward and pressed for more – even though she wanted more. Lyrra smiled almost shyly at him as she wondered if this was just another dream. A good one. He was gentle and warm...good. This time she didn't just lean up. Her hand came to brush across the back of his neck, the short hairs at the base of his scalp tickled her palm before her mouth crashed to his again.

He kissed back.

Slowly, tentatively as if he were working out a puzzle. This kiss like the first one was chaste, but then there was another. Just as slow. Curious, even. Lyrra didn't mind. His hands left trails of fire across her skin as they came to settle at her waist. He was taking the cold away. She nipped gently at his lip and she felt more than heard the moan that rumbled through his chest. Her other hand trailed a path from his jaw down his neck to the opening of his shirt where her fingers brushed against the coarse hair that peaked out. It dawned on her that he felt solid – real beneath her hand, but the realization wasn't enough to make her stop.

Lyrra tugged insistently at his shirt and he sat back long enough to let her pull it over his head and drop it to the floor. Their breathing was audible now as he reclaimed her mouth and her fingers began to explore the new territory that had been exposed to her. She discovered hard, lean muscle as she traced the sinews of his abdomen, the small hairs dipping below his trousers tickling her skin as she plotted her path. He was soft skin and hard lines, smooth muscle and rough hair, and she needed more. An ache to be touched, to be filled began to echo in her. She pushed against him wantonly, searchingly as she broke their kiss and trailed biting kisses down his stubbled jaw.

Jaskier breathed a faint moan at her attentions, his fingers twisting in her thick mane as he pulled her head back to taste her again and he flipped their positions. Instinctively, her legs widened to straddle his waist, her chemise rose up her thighs as she did so but he didn't move to recline back and her hips fell to meet his. She gasped as his hardness pressed against her center and she ground down.

He visibly shuddered at the contact as he drew away from their kiss rather reluctantly and leant his head against hers. His voice was a strained whisper as he uttered, "I'm very much going to regret saying this, but Lyrra, we need to stop."

Bemusement was the only emotion she was capable of conveying in that moment, "Something wrong?"

"No...and yes." He murmured almost piteously with a dour cringe.

Lyrra pulled away slightly, feeling suddenly uncertain and a little embarrassed, "Wha...?"

Jaskier sighed, his hands reflexively finding a place at her hips, "Have no doubt that I very, very much want to plunder your depths right now."

"Good, I want that too." She didn't doubt him, she could feel his want quite clearly. She brushed her lips against his and had to bite back a smile when his fingers curled into the folds of her gown.

"You are not making this easy." Jaskier mumbled as he pulled back again, "Lyrra..."

She nearly scowled in frustration as she frowned at him, "Jaskier."

He frowned back and released his grip on her to frame her face with his hands, "Lyrra, I'm not bedding you tonight. Not tonight."

She stared at him silently stunned. It took a minute for the implications of his words to find meaning. Not tonight? Did he think her so fragile? A thin strand of indignant anger slithered through her blood, but she pushed it away as she studied the firm set of his mouth and the almost sullen glint in his azure eyes. Behind that, she could see a quiet plea, "Is tonight really so different from any other night?"

"Yes." He said quietly.

Lyrra hesitantly reached up and placed a hand over one of his, "Jaskier, are you... are you trying to protect me?"

He smiled dully, "Is that really so strange?"

She caught a fleck of hurt in his gaze – she had wounded him. She hadn't meant to. Her fingers tightened over his as she pulled his hand from her cheek to place a lingering kiss on his bandaged wrapped palm, "I'm afraid it's a service with which I am unfamiliar. You are not what I expected, Jaskier."

"Is that a bad thing or a good thing?" He asked gently.

She flashed him a faint smirk, "Right now, it's just plain annoying. You don't need to protect me, you know?"

"Maybe not, but surprisingly, I do have a few scruples." Jaskier replied pointedly, "We've both had a rather dramatic day. Between finding out you're my betrothed, you being accosted, me actually punching someone, and..." He broke off and shook his head in almost disbelief, before leveling her with an intent stare, "Our first time together won't be out of a need for comfort and distraction."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off.

"You're not the only one who needs comfort and distraction."

Lyrra sighed quietly as they stared at each other. She didn't know what to do, mostly because he wasn't wrong. For whatever reason, the cold and lingering shadows seemed to dissipate when he was near her. His mere presence brought her comfort... it was odd, but she was loathed to let that small peace go. In a parrot of his earlier actions, she brushed her hand gently across his cheek. She ignored the faint flush she could feel rising up her neck as she haltingly asked, "Then. Then can you just kiss me?"

Jaskier smiled with a look that could only be described as affectionate as he murmured, "Gladly."

She smiled back as his arm wrapped around her and she fell into his attentions.

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Jaskier grimaced slightly as he washed his hands in the cold water of the stream near Lyrra's cottage. His knuckles stung from the sudden contact, but luckily the skin didn't break open. The sun had barely begun to crest the horizon when he had left Lyrra's side to come check on Geralt. A feat that had been much more difficult and also more of a relief than he had anticipated. The image of her half-hooded grey eyes watching him drowsily as he pulled on his boots made him smile. A lingering goodbye kiss nearly had him crawling back into bed with her.Instead, he had taken matters quite literally in hand once he had left the inn – something he hadn't had to do since his days at Oxenfurt. Wasn't that just...something.

He rubbed tiredly at his face, not sure what to make of everything. Well, if he was going, to be honest, what to make of Lyrrana. By the Gods, how she had bewitched him. He had run the gamut of the emotional scale in the past twenty-four hours and he placed the blame of that solely at the former princess's feet. Never before had he felt the need to protect someone as he had her, never had he been so scared for another being either. He didn't care for it.

Then there were the more intimate events of the night as well. Not just their amorous explorations of each other, either. Lyrra hadn't cried, but she had been vulnerable in front of him, had let him hold her, and care for her in his own way. He didn't regret any of that in the least, but the lines were beyond blurred between them at this point. They weren't exactly friends. Despite what he had told her, Lyrra had been right, friends don't kiss each other the way they do. They hadn't crossed into lovers, yet. Nor were they exactly courting. There was no doubt he cared for her, but what exactly did that mean?

With heavy steps, he turned from the stream's banks and sauntered slowly through the fields to the path that would lead him to the cottage. He arrived at the ramshackle little building sooner than he had intended and with none of his thoughts any clearer. The moment he crossed the threshold he knew Geralt had been up again. He rolled his eyes – stubborn to a bloody fault. The pot that had held the burnt stew was now clean and back in its proper place. The table cleared of its food remnants. Well, no one could say that the witcher made a poor guest.

"You know..." Jaskier called as he moved for the bedroom, "Housework doesn't typically fall under the category of resting."

Geralt didn't look up from his place on the edge of the bed as he did up his arm braces. He looked better than he had in ages, but he still looked like shit, "I've rested enough."

The bard quirked a brow as he leaned into the doorway, "Yeah? There's an angry-looking gash in your shoulder that says different."

"I'll live." Geralt grunted as he finally looked up. His golden eyes narrowed as he caught sight of Jaskier's swollen hand, "What happened?"

The bard followed his gaze and flexed his fingers experimentally as he recalled the rage he had gone into as he had slammed his hand repeatedly into the foul creature that had attacked Lyrra. He hadn't been able to stop until the Rose's barkeep had hauled him off the man, "Lyrra was attacked outside the tavern last night."

Geralt seemed to sit up even straighter at his words and Jaskier offered a semblance of a reassuring smile, "She's okay."

It was Geralt's turn to raise a brow, "And you came to her rescue?"

A thrill of indignant hurt welled in Jaskier at the question. Why did everyone seem to think him heartless enough to leave another in trouble? Granted, he tended to avoid conflict as much as possible, but really. He sent the witcher a baleful look as he crossed his arms, hiding his hand from sight, "There were three men, according to Lyrra. She killed one and incapacitated the other. The third got ahold of her and that was about the time I showed up. His face was harder than I expected. I think I'll leave the hitting of things to you from now on."

Geralt rolled his eyes and grabbed his cloak, "And she thanked you by taking you to bed."

Jaskier's eyes widened and he bit back the sour retort he had on his tongue, "Believe it or not, no. At least not in the way you're thinking. She was a bit upset and I'm not in the habit of bedding traumatized women."

That made Geralt pause in disbelief as he pointedly stated, "You smell of her... and other things."

"Gross." Jaskier pulled a face of disgust. Sometimes, he didn't envy the abilities that the witcher was embued with, "Not that it's any of your business, but the reason I smell of Lyrra is because I slept next to her last night. I wasn't all that comfortable leaving her alone after everything that happened. And as for the other stuff... Well, you try waking up next to a beautiful woman and not physically react."

While it wasn't the whole story of what happened in either instance, Jaskier wasn't about to expound on the precious hour he had spent tasting Lyrra's lips. Geralt seemed to know he wasn't speaking of everything as an amused glint entered his eyes, "Explains your surly mood then. A hand's a poor substitute."

The bard scowled, "Gets the job done."

Geralt snorted and passed him into the main area. Jaskier turned as he watched the older man deftly find his swords and few select accruements. He must have been watching with some intensity as Geralt sent him a curious look, "What?"

Jaskier shrugged as he continued to mull over the events of the past day, "Just thinking."

The witcher shook his head, "Don't hurt yourself."

"Haha." Jaskier retorted with a sigh as he began to gather his things, as well. He got halfway through packing his bag when a dandelion stem fell to his lap. He smirked as he picked up the sad little plant, echoes of Lyrra's laughter wafted through the air. Well... shit, "One of the men got away."

Geralt stilled, his jaw tensing as he turned to stare at the bard. Jaskier knew that Geralt didn't go after humans, not unless provoked, but that wasn't what he was silently telling his friend, "I don't want to leave Lyrra alone... Maybe we should stay here for a few more days?"

"Hmm." Geralt grunted as he tilted his head at Jaskier and waited.

"It's just a few days. I mean -" Jaskier rushed on as he snapped his bag closed and leant it against the wall, "She did kill this man's friend. What if he's still hanging around?... Waiting for that perfect moment to strike again. Besides, you kind of owe her. She didn't have to take you in or care for you..."

Geralt blinked slowly, "Jaskier."

"Yeah?" The bard replied hopefully.

"Shut up."

Jaskier deflated, "Really!? That's it! We can't just leave her."

"We're not." Geralt said as he left the main room for the bedroom again. Jaskier stood there confused until the witcher returned carrying Lyrra's sword. He slid it in the sheathe holding his own weapons, "We'll stay here. Lyrra will at least get her room back."

Jaskier grinned as the older man turned back to him, "Geralt, are you being gallant?"

Geralt leveled him with an unimpressed look as he replied deadpan, "Tell me, Bard, if all you did was sleep next to her last night, where did the love bite on your neck come from?"

Unthinkingly, Jaskier slapped a hand against his throat as if he could feel the hickey as he stared with wide eyes at his friend. Geralt scoffed under his breath and exited the cottage. The duo made quick work of getting back to the town and the bard was pleased to see more of a bustling street than he had the previous few days and his fingers itched for a quill or a piece of charcoal. He hadn't had time to grill Geralt on his fleder feat and he was due a new song.

As they neared the Rose and Pine, a cart wheeled out from the side alley. Atop it lay a body shrouded in a grey blanket and Jaskier knew without a doubt who resided underneath. His lip curled slightly at the sight and felt his hand twist into a fist.

Geralt watched him from the corner of his eye before noticing the chain that led off the carts back. There stood a second man clapped in irons. One eye peered darkly at the bard, the other too swollen to even open. His whole face was a dark smattering of purple and blue. The witcher wasn't sure he could readily identify the man once the swelling disappeared. He raised a surprised brow in Jaskier's direction, "Are you sure your hand's not broken?"

"No." Jaskier murmured lowly as he continued to glare ahead.

"They'll be takin' to Toussaint's Alderman fer judgment."

A brash voice said behind the two. Jaskier barely looked back to acknowledge the barkeep, "Should just string him up here."

"Aye, but then we'd 'ave to deal wit 'heir stench." Hillard muttered dryly as he nodded hesitantly at the witcher before turning his attention to the bard, "See if ye can git the lass to go 'ome for a bit, would ya?"

Jaskier looked at the man perplexed before glancing toward the inn. Lyrra should still be there resting. She had promised him, but even as he was thinking it his eyes landed on a familiar form. She stood on the other side of the cart. Her arms crossed as she watched the proceedings of carting off the dead and guilty. He began to scowl as the cart was finally taken down the road and he had a clear path to her.

"Lyrra?" She glanced toward him in surprise and Jaskier nearly rolled his eyes, "What are you doing out here? You said you'd stay inside and rest."

Lyrra offered him a faint smile as he loomed over her, "I'm rested. I wanted to see if there was any more news."

Jaskier frowned at her, "You should have stayed inside."

Exasperation coated her stare, but she said nothing before she caught sight of Geralt and raised a disapproving brow, "Speaking of staying inside. You shouldn't be about yet."

"I'm fine." Geralt muttered lowly as he gave her a critical once over as if she was the one horribly wounded, "You can have your bed back."

Lyrra frowned at his words as if she were given a puzzle, "Why do I feel like there's a caveat to that statement?"

"There is." Geralt replied bluntly, "We're staying with you for a few more days. At least until your missing attacker is less of a concern."

Lyrra stared at both of them before turning a baleful look on Jaskier, "Really?"

Jaskier smiled sweetly at her as Geralt grunted and headed into the tavern. The couple barely noticed as they held their staring contest. Lyrra was the first to break as she huffed, "I don't recall asking for protection, Jaskier."

"I don't know why you're so surprised by this." The bard replied with a shrug and leant down to place a chaste kiss on her forehead, "Humor me, please."

She sighed wearily but refrained from further comment as she slipped past him to follow Geralt. The bard trailed after more sedately as he wondered how he had become acquainted with two such stubborn people.

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About the Muse

Discover your animal personality!

PENGUIN CHARACTERISTICS: Witty • Meticulous • Intelligent • Dual-natured • Inscrutable • Self-conscious SCIENTIFIC NAME: Aptenodytes patagonica COLLECTIVE TERM: A colony of penguins

THE PENGUIN PERSONALITY

Now you see it, now you don't. Aggressive yet gentle, outgoing but shy, stable yet flighty - everyone sees the penguin in a different way. It's that black and white thing: the penguin only reveals the side that it wants to you to see. So whether you like this darling-devil or not, you have to concede that it's a fascinating and enigmatic individual.

Penguins are birds condemned to live out their days on the ground. Unable to fly, their excess energy has no outlet save their creative talents and emotional outbursts. Penguins are poetic, artistic, and intellectually gifted, and as writers penguins have no equal. But, if unable to channel their impulses in a positive way, the resulting turmoil proves damaging to their relationships and careers.

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE A PENGUIN

Penguins are deceptively intelligent and are particularly animated when intellectually challenged. They excel at word games and puzzles but are modest about their abilities and are generally underestimated by others.

With their misunderstood personality, penguins find writing an ideal tool for expressing their true feelings. They have a natural aptitude for languages and penguin personalities dominate the world of publishing as writers, editors, and journalists.

THE PENGUIN PERSONALITY'S CAREER

A strong sense of drama draws penguins to the theater and cinema, although unlike typical bird personalities they avoid the spotlight unless they're able to hide behind the characters they play. Once on stage however, they prove to be excellent performers with their multifaceted personalities conveying the full gamut of emotions.

However, in many cases a lack of confidence affects their work. Penguins tend to give up on tasks they were otherwise capable of and are frequently disappointed with their performance. Still, work never dominates their lives and they always put their family first.

PENGUINS IN THE WILD

Like all flightless birds, penguins reside only in the southern hemisphere, and having found a niche in the wild, frozen wasteland that is Antarctica, most penguin species move south in winter to breed in the extreme cold. Although conditions are harsh, penguins can form large breeding groups with minimal fear of predators, and they are supremely well adapted for this environment.

Surviving the Antarctic winter takes a great deal of cooperation from the penguins and they huddle together to conserve heat. As the penguins on the outside of the group begin to get cold, they are allowed by the others to move into the interior of the group to regain body heat.

CAREERS & HOBBIES

Waiter • Designer • Actor • Journalist • Herbalist • Writer | Gambling • Board games • Reading • Family time

LOVE & FRIENDSHIP

Since penguins have the coldest feet in the animal kingdom, it's no surprise that within its conflicted bosom there beats the warmest heart of all. Unfortunately, most of us will never experience this gentle compassion for the penguin rations it only to family and close friends.

Penguins mate for life and they make their commitments in black and white. Boredom is never an issue and it would never occur to them to look outside their marriage for stimulation. However, the flighty core of its bird personality struggles to maintain an even keel, challenging its partner's patience and endurance.

It takes a special person to flesh out the penguin's wonderful qualities and mammalian personalities like horses, moles and dogs simply do not have the tools to decipher its avian sensibilities. Neither is the penguin fully accepted by eagles, owls and roosters who look down their noses at their land-bound cousin.

True acceptance comes in the form of semi-aquatic mammals, and relationships with otters, walruses, and beavers are complete in many ways.

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FOX CHARACTERISTICS: Autonomous • Generous • Creative • Flirtatious • Procrastinating SCIENTIFIC NAME: Vulpes vulpes COLLECTIVE TERM: A skulk of foxes

THE ASTUTE FOX

The fox personality is very much a creature of the night and, along with its dog relatives, is among the most gregarious of the carnivores. These agile-minded personalities are always active and -- although they never go out of their way to harm others -- have developed an unfair reputation for slyness and manipulation. The female of the species is called a vixen for good reason: with a sharp mind and equally sharp tongue, it’s best to stay on her good side, especially since she’s like to rise to the top of her chosen field.

CHARMING CARNIVORES

Appealing, cerebral and of average size, the fox is a close relative of both the wolf and dog personalities and displays the typical canine qualities of loyalty, passion and creativity. Largely misunderstood to be a shy, retreating individual, it's the fox's stature as a small carnivore that defines its survival strategy. Because it cannot succeed using brute force alone, the fox must rely on its sharp mind and engaging personality to garner resources. Because it spends so much time in its head -- giving the impression that it's trying to outsmart everyone – the fox isn’t surprised that others find its intellectual pursuits quite intimidating (and often annoying).

Foxes are fussy eaters and, with an appreciation for the finer things in life, demand quality in entertainment, food, and friends. Their love of exploration dovetails with their passion for overcoming challenges, which is why foxes are often found mountain climbing or journeying to exotic, forbidden places.

FOXES CAN BE SUBTLE

Flamboyance is not the fox's style; it prefers to remain inconspicuous in a small, cozy house, which is usually organized and neat. Choosing subtlety and cunning over brute strength, they are unquestionably hunter personalities and are usually in good physical shape and perform well in pastimes that challenge both mind and body.

Foxes are typically successful in the workplace, but their competitiveness and ambition sometimes make coworkers feel belittled. While they would never deliberately take advantage of others, their single-mindedness often blinds them to the feelings of others. Foxes thrive when running their own businesses, but will usually seek a trusted partner in these ventures. Although they prefer consensus in partnership decisions, they usually dominate discussions and steer plans to reflect their own agenda. Competent in a wide range of fields, foxes are particularly well suited for a career as computer programmers, lawyers, doctors or politicians.

FOXES IN THE WILD

Foxes are closely related to dogs and jackals and comprise a number of distinct species; each with its unique range. Assessing the worldwide population of foxes is difficult as these animals mainly go about their business at night and are skilled at staying out of sight, although they sometimes fall prey to coyotes and wolves. Today its main enemy is man... and because of its tree-climbing habit, it is an easy animal to trap, although most species are not considered endangered. During the day, foxes rest in thick brush or in the hollows of tree. The fox is the only member of the canine family to routinely climb trees and often escapes danger by running up the trunk of a sturdy tree and navigating overhanging branches.

Foxes are not particularly fast runners, nor do they have the endurance for long chases... relying instead on their keen intelligence to make their living.

CAREERS & HOBBIES

Computer programmer • Lawyer • Doctor • Advertising Chess • Gambling • Debating • Jeopardy

LOVE & FRIENDSHIP

As lovers, foxes are passionate and inventive, with their agile minds and bodies leading to exciting romps. Yet, because foxes are generally uncomfortable with the idea of emotional neediness, they rely on their partners to generate the romance and safe harbor.

Despite their roguish reputations, foxes are quite discerning in their choice of mates. They are particularly attracted to the creativity and gumption of eagles, zebras and wild dogs... creatures with which they are physically and temperamentally well -matched. Foxes should avoid wildcats and tigers, however, for while these aggressive carnivores provide immediate carnal gratification, their feline characteristics clash with the fox's canine essence.

Beneath its even-handed exterior is a deeply emotional core that the fox keeps well-guarded. Lovers quickly realize that the fox prefers nurturing to being nurtured, which is really just a fox ploy to avoid intimacy... a fox will never reveal its vulnerabilities unless it finds a mate who it intellectually respects, and emotionally trusts.

TIGER CHARACTERISTICS: Handsome • Discerning • Curious • Fashionable • Conceited SCIENTIFIC NAME: Panthera tigris COLLECTIVE TERM: A bolt of tigers

POISED, GRACEFUL AND POWERFUL

Tigers are handsome and powerful people with an innate self-confidence and elegance. There's a sense of immediacy and an aura of electricity that surrounds it, and when it walks into a room, it feels like something is about to happen. Once a tiger has found its groove, it will focus on its goal with a brightly burning intensity. Male tigers, when out of their element, are sometimes mistaken for beefcake, but when you see them in their offices wearing their power suits you’ll soon realize that you're dealing with incisive, authoritarian individuals.

DEFINING THE TIGER PERSONALITY

In social situations, the tiger is an excellent host and there is no such thing as a casual party in its home. Guests can always expect a memorable occasion with an extravagance of food and drink, and yet, there is a distinct coldness to its den. Having sacrificed comfort for style, the tiger outfits its house with austere and modern furniture, and comfortably worn easy chairs are replaced every few years.

Unlike the family oriented lion, tigers are solitary creatures who hate to lie around doing nothing. In this regard they have more in common with wildcats and leopards, who are always on the move, and because of this antisocial aspect, it can be difficult to discern a tiger's true motives: They are considered unpredictable and enigmatic. They have a strong aversion to routine in their daily life, and their spontaneity and energy infect others who are graced with their presence.

THE TIGER PERSONALITY'S CAREER

Tigers dislike small talk in the workplace and expect professionalism from coworkers, demanding the highest standards in their business dealings. With their killer instincts, tigers make excellent trial lawyers and have no hesitation in using aggression to their advantage. Acutely aware of their ability to intimidate, its single-mindedness enhances the tiger's reputation as a force to be reckoned with.

Because of their preference for solitude, however, tigers are not natural leaders. While perfectly capable of assuming the role of a CEO, they prefer the challenges inherent in self-employment. Tiger businesses are invariably successful and cover a wide range of industries, from engineering to retailing.

TIGERS IN THE WILD

The tiger is a magnificent animal and with its splendid carriage and sinuous grace, can grow to lengths of more than ten feet and weigh more than five hundred pounds. The tiger is an excellent swimmer but, unlike most members of the cat family, is a poor climber.

Male and female tigers come together only when the tigress is in heat for a period a few weeks. During this time the tiger will not tolerate the presence of other males and will fight to the death to control the female.

Adult tigers have no natural enemies except man, but they have an unusually high mortality rate from infected wounds caused by porcupine quills. Although largely protected from human hunting, pressure from civilization and development has kept the tiger population on the verge of extinction.

CAREERS & HOBBIES

Trial Lawyer • CEO • Engineer • Self-employed Adventure • Sports • Parties • Action movies

LOVE & FRIENDSHIP

When single, tigers can be unsettled and promiscuous. But their emotional detachment should not be confused with a desire to avoid tenderness; for intimacy is the tiger's greatest sensual tool. Offering its lover some deeply held secrets adds another dimension of eroticism to its lovemaking.

Marry it? Yes. Tame it? Never! It's hard to put one's finger on why the tiger struggles to settle down, but one theory has it that the tiger views marriage as a threat to its independence, even though tigers that have been married for a while will tell you that matrimony can be quite agreeable. Maybe it’s their impossible search for the perfect partner that keeps them on the prowl, although more than likely, we'll never understand the darker forces that frame its fearful symmetry.

It's not easy to resist the charms of a tiger personality and the moment you meet one, you'll want to be president of its fan club. But there's a price to pay for hanging around such a compelling beast... the tiger's wit is sharp and its appetites monstrous.

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looking for otome-based RP partners!

Hullo (hopefully future) friends! I’ve got a bit of a weird proposal.

(For anyone who saw the first one on my OTHER-OTHER side blog, this is redux, the 2.0, because that sideblog was TOO NEW to show up in tags and I am really hoping that this one shows up on this MUCH OLDER and REPURPOSED sideblog!)

ANYWAY, here blog isn’t and probably won’t ever be an RP blog. I’ve RPed on Tumblr a lot in the past (mostly in the Homestuck community, a few years back) and while doing so was a lot of fun, it was also a lot of work! Maintaining pages, bios, graphics, etc, is all stuff I seemed to have all the time in the world for a few years back, but I find I really just don’t anymore.

Unfortunately, I don’t really know where to find RP outside of Tumblr and cherubplay (thanks again, Homestuck!) either, but Cherubplay isn’t exactly the greatest for finding anything outside of just raw-doggin-it-smut-fests and while that can be, uh, fun, it’s not really what I want to focus on when I RP.

So why am I here?

DISCORD RP!!

I’m hoping to find other people who don’t really have time to run an RP blog (or who do have time, but also might be willing to dip their toes into doing it on Discord, too, assuming you aren’t already!) for some good time plotting and roleplaying!

Which I guess brings us to the meat of this whole thing… (more, of course, under the cut!)

WHAT WILL WE RP?

I’ve been real keen on otome lately and I’m really looking to play some canon boys to your MC or OC! While I’ve certainly had my fun playing girls before (mostly in WoW, or other MMORPG settings), I find I always prefer to play dudes, and (if you’d pardon this bit of arrogance!) I think I can be pretty dang good at it!

While I do occasionally ship MxM, it’s really only something I do with my best bro, so I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m really only interested in MxF pairings atm! I hope that’s okay with everyone.

COOL, BUT WHAT SERIES? WHAT CHARACTERS?!

I’d like to say I have a pretty healthy familiarity with a lot of otome, but I’m not sure I’d be the hottest at RPing them all! If it can’t be guessed by my avatar, I’m kind of on a Hakuouki kick right now, so I’m partial to that, for sure, but for ease of readability and so you can get a good idea of what I’m open to, I’ll list them in some nicely formatted order.

Hakuouki Characters

Okita :: Okita is tied for my personal favorite Hakuouki dude with Sannan, but I think I’d enjoy playing him a lot more than Sannan (which isn’t to say I wouldn’t like to play him, too!). I’ve always been partial to smirky, tease-y boys, especially when they’re struggling with confronting their feelings.

Sannan :: Sannan speaks to my love of polite but cold characters, and it’s only a bonus that he’s a megane, which I’ve also always loved! As mentioned above, he’s probably tied with Okita as favorite Hakuouki dude, but I think Okita’d be easier to play.

Kazama :: Kazama is fun because I’ve always had a love for garbage can style kidnap-and-seduce plotlines if that was your kind of thing!

Saito :: I love Saito aesthetically and his personality is pretty rad and I’d rank him as pretty up their on faves, but I admit I don’t have overmuch experience when it comes to awkward slow-to-open-up kinda boys! I’m sure we could make it work though.

Other dudes :: I’d be willing to try honestly most anyone from Hakuouki but these are the ones above are the ones I feel most confident/interested in playing! If you’d like someone else, you can most certainly ask, especially if you have some kind of plotline you’d like to see!

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Diabolik Lovers

Oh baby, yeah I am totally into this hot hot dumpster fire!

Reiji :: As mentioned, I love megane, and Reiji’s probs my favorite of everyone in the whole dang series. Older? Check. Smart? Check. Responsible? Check. Cold? Double check. Really fucking mean? Check. Smirky? Well, in the games, yes!

Shuu :: Sorry Reiji, but I also love Shuu. I might make him just a twinge OOC because his laziness might make advancing the plot kind of headachey, but other than tht, I love this loser.

Subaru :: Subaru, contrary to his third place on this list, is probably pretty close behind Reiji for favorites. Aggressive, ill-refined, totally willing to fight everyone – I admit I tend to play the more well-spoken and calculating kind of characters more, but I’d be willing to rock Subaru for you to the best of my ability!

Ruki :: I won’t say Ruki’s my favorite of the Mukami brothers but I like him a lot and I think I’d play him well!

Everyone else except Azusa and Kou :: Spoiler: I love Azusa to death and find him adorable but I don’t really relish playing openly masochistic characters, so he’s a no go unless we can work something out! Kou is – no offense, but I just really do not like Kou. As far as the famous Sakamaki triplets go, Kanato is one of my absolute all time favorites, and I’d be willing to play him with the right person… but we all know he’s kind of an absolute nutbag, so I’m hesitant to dump that on anyone! Ayato is a staple and Laito could be… like Kanato, I think I’d have to feel pretty assured by my partner they could handle the grosser parts of his character. Open to exploring it, however!

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Amnesia

I’m not gonna bother sectioning everyone into neat little areas cause there is so few, but Toma is my favorite (I’m a real sucker for yandere, whoops). I’d be willing to play him, of course, provided my partner was comfortable with it! I’d also be willing to do Kent (my second favorite!), Shin and maaaaaaybe Ukyo. Sorry, I didn’t really care for Ikki – not because Ikki was bad (he was actually cool!) but because fan girl route characters drive me BANANAS.

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Other fandoms :: Hit me up and ask if you want me to try anything! I might surprise you!

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AND SO THAT LEAVES US WITH… WHAT WILL YOU PLAY?

Honestly, I’m gonna be real with everyone here: I love roleplaying because it’s like writing fanfiction with someone else, so it’s all the fun and self indulgence of fanfiction, but better, cause ya know – someone else is doing it with you! And I’m really here for the self indulgence, so please go ham.

Yeah, you can play the MC of the game, and I’d be cool with that! But honestly, I love OCs, and I’d love to hear about and plot with your OCs. I have some ideas for potential plots (especially for Hakuouki), but I’m also open to your ideas, too, and I think a lot of plots could work best outside the confines of a pre-established MC. Also, you get to show me your drawings/face-claims/whatever for your characters, and that’s pretty rad!!

Also, as someone had asked when I tried to post this on my previously non-functional blog, I’m also open to crossovers! I’m cool even if I don’t know much about the character -- you’ll just have to pardon my ignorance.

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So, uh… RULES? RP STYLE? ETC? SOME POORLY ORGANIZED POINTS

+ Yeah, I’m deffo 21+ so ideally you would be too, especially if there’s anything like, remotely scandalous going on! I’m not too sure I feel very comfortable RPing with anyone younger than 18, mostly just because there’d be such a big age difference between us. Rest assured it isn’t because I think I’m better than you, or being ageist! It’s mostly just for my own sense of comfort!

+ Speaking of scandalous, I don’t push hard for anything super graphic unless that’s your style because I’m very much a person who loves drowning in the emotions of “holy crap does this guy really like this lady a lot”. I tend to be over indulgent as heck when it comes to inner monologues describing just how much your character makes mine’s heart go doki-doki, so expect a lot of that. If we start heading towards fuck-making of the graphic non-fade-to-black-variety, we should deffo discuss the sorts of things you discuss before those scenes! (Kinks? I GUESS???) But, as mentioned, it’s deffo not at all on top of my list of prerogatives. We need to BUILD for that!

+ My RP style tends to be 3rd or 2nd (lmao, Homestuck) person, present tense, a couple paragraphs to “oh my god, you can shut up now”. You can write however you like, with my only request being that you be passably literate! Not like, snootily literate. You get what I mean? I hope so. ):

+ As far as activity goes, I’m also fine with the Tumblr esque style of replying whenever you get around to it! If we both happen to be on for a barrage of replies, great! If we can only get one or two out a day, also great! I’m pretty easy going, honestly.

+ I love working in universe and also going mad with AUs. Find some cute starters or AU ideas on tumblr and you wanna throw them at me? I’m always open. From vampires where there are none to school AUs to coffee shop AUs I am willing to try most things, but note: I am primarily a fan of DRAMATIC ROMANCE so keep that in mind!

+ Want some kinda crazy love triangle where your lady is pursued by not one, BUT TWO DUDES? We can probably make it happen!

+ I run the gamut from fluffy and sweet romance to angsty yandere esque stuff, so please feel free to talk to me about what kind of dude you’d like!

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A SAMPLE OF MY STYLE:

It has been months, Okita reminds himself. It has been months, and months, and more months on top of that – almost a year, maybe a little more, even, and as he sets his teeth behind that constant wolf’s grin, he thinks to himself: You should be better than this. You should be stronger.

But for all the time he’s spent with her, it has never gotten easier. No, no – it has only ever gotten worse, and it’s particularly bad now that he’s alone with her, now that she’s so close –

“Okita-san?” Her voice rings in his ears like a few plucked notes of some delicate string instrument, and he feels his lips part, his smile all teeth. She’s paused, midway between pouring him a cup of tea, and her eyes – ever and much too familiar – meet his with a hint of shyness Okita feels guilty for relishing. “Are you okay?”

“Worried about me, mn?” He rolls his head from one shoulder to the next, halfway between a shrug and a stretch, and tries very hard to resist the urge to pull her towards him, into him, that he might catch more of the rich perfume that lingers along the line of her throat. “You shouldn’t be.”

You should, he thinks, and not without a hint of guilt, be more worried about yourself.

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ANYWAY, IT’S LATE.

I feel like I’m missing some garbage, but I’ll probably add to this tomorrow when I inevitably remember what I forgot! If you’re interested, send me an ask or a submission or a Tumblr… DM? We can work from there with regards to exchanging contact info!

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