#also what if i slowly came back to rping on here?

[mayhemmybeloved]

sometimes "make me" comes out of his mouth. and i don't think he understands the actions that can follow.

#the decaying soul : shigaraki. #will he get his ass pinned? #will it be a “aight bet” out come? #he doesn't know and probs doesn't care #until it happens #also what if i slowly came back to rping on here? #comp is shitty af but i think i can do it

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||A punishment worth given: part 2||

Hi dears, It's your lucky day. I'm adding a a part 2 to the first drabble 'a punishment worth given.' Another spicy NSFW. If you wish to read the first one, you can read it here. So shall we dive on in?

||Drabble summary||

Davion has thought after the first punishment, his little knight would have behaved himself right? Well, seems that wasn't the case. Rust has only gotten more worse as a delinquent brat and has become badder. Seems the first punishment wasn't enough so what will Davion do for him? What is his punishment this time? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Heavy NSFW smut content is spoken of

~Dom and sub smut will be present here

~Bondage and biting will be present

~Blood will be present when biting

~Suggestive theme is present

~Punishment is present

||Guests in Drabble||

Rust Knight belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths

Davion belongs and is from the hit series: DOTA: Dragon's blood but he's also my muse due to me rping as him.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

"Yes Ink don't worry, my mission was fine from last week. I got through it pretty fast but the pay was fine. I am still going to get you that new custom made sword attachment for you like I promised." Davion was smiling sitting on his bed while taking a night off since he was on vacation from his work. "Yes yes, I know. Uncle Vanity did say you are still proven well but I figure I can get something for Wyvern just to help boost it's strength in a way.."

It was rather nice but he was already relaxed, even hearing his happy cousin's excited voice of him getting her something. "I'm happy to hear that your excited for the gift. I already have it shipped but I won't tell you when it arrives. You'll have to wait." he heard her whine wanting the present to make him laugh. "Sorry Cuz, you have to wait. Hmm? yes, I'll be alright. You know how I am Ink. I'm just hoping your not over doing it yourself as you always do." he laughed but he shifts again while hearing her voice.

"Hmm? Rust? Oh, yeah he's fine. He did tell me to say he does hope you guys are alright since he was hoping to help me out while I'm on vacation." he said. "Don't worry little cousin, I'm sure he is not over doing it and resting up. You always did tell me Rust tends to push himself so it's fine. He's enjoying the vacation himself.." Slowly, he looks down while showing a smile.

Beside him was his boyfriend/mate Rust knight but he was hand cuffed while being fingered slowly by Davion's fingers. He was slowly sucking him off while feeling his throbbing cock pulse in his mouth. He was being punished again due to being a brat but he's been doing this for a while now. He couldn't even cum yet unless Davion says he could. Even if he was a flushed whimpering mess, he wanted the dragon to take him, breed him, to fill him with his heat but he refused to.

At first, Rust came to see him on the phone talking to someone but he was flushed due to the last moments of him still being punished. After being fingered hard for a while, Rust was heated for more. Once he walked over to make out with Davion but he was sneaky enough to pull his cock out and suck him off.

Now, he was here pleasuring him while he twitched from the dragon's fingers rubbing on the bundle of nerves hard as he was feeling tears of pleasure. "Mfffmm...mmmmmm...mmmmmm....."His fingers wouldn't stop pushing and rubbing down right on his spot that when he pushes his fingers down harder, Rust tenses up shaking feeling pre-cum from the tip hitting the sheets but Davion looks to him as Rust looks back with his hazel blue color eyes. Looking desperate for it, for his cock, his dominance. Anything!

"........" He whimpers still seeing that look in Davion's eyes but he knew what he was thinking.

'Your not getting off that easy my knight. If you cum..you know what will happen. If you want my heat, or my blood or my cock....behave..'

Rust shook from the hungry look in his eyes but looks down doing as he said while feeling it pulsing again to pull his head back up slowly feeling it slip out. "Haaa...hhhaaaaa.......haaaanmmmm......" He panted slowly shaking as Davion kept fingering him in a agonizing teasing pace but he only begins licking his length slowly trying to please him.

He was trying not to cum but he already was still licking against it as he feels it throb to swell as Rust's eyes widen shaking. However, he gulps to still suck against the side pumping it slowly hearing the slick noises as he did.

His lips were still moving against it but he wanted to make Davion cum. He needed him to let it out. However, he feels the veins that Rust was still stroking him faster trying to make Davion cum. Of course the dragon felt it to look at him again then away.

"Yes Ink I'm going to relax during my vacation. And I'll be sure that Rust relaxes and takes his time too. Yes silly cousin. Anyway, I better go. I have to get ready to fix food later. Yes, we'll eat too. See you later. Alright, bye bye." Davion already goes ahead to end the call then looks to Rust as he was twitching feeling his fingers opening him up again.

"Heh, greedy little Knight. You just can't help it can you? Even when I'm on the phone...." he teased but Rust moans still licking against the side to gasp feeling his fingers push into him slowly while Davion was messing with him again. Damn it. His fingers felt too good and he was bucking his hips against them. But that's all he was getting. If he felt needy and hungry for his dragon, he only would get his fingers. That's it.

"Ahhhh...ahhhhh D...da......v..ion....Dav...ion..." He looked so out of it but he winces feeling him opening his hole that was soaking wet from the last time his fingers were in him. He was twitching and aching inside, he needed him inside again.

"Hmm?"

"Haaaa P..Please....please I..I n..need i..it....please...I w..want it insi..inside again....." he begs pumping his cock slowly as he feels it swelling again within his hands but Davion looks only to smile to already getting close.

"Heh, you seriously want it that badly?" he teased.

"Haaa y..yes....I.." he winces when Davion opens him up again, twitching when he grits his teeth shaking.

"Hmmm..I don't know what you want inside though. I don't know if you mean to tease you by using my tongue......" he said but pushes the fingers in deeper making Rust gasp moaning out. "Or my fingers will be better for you..but I don't know since you didn't say what you want." he chuckled hearing the slick noises as Rust was whimpering.

"Hahhh...hhaaaaa...d..da...nugghh....p..please..I...."

"You want me inside this tight hole of yours again that badly? Heh, you do know what I said before right my knight? Your still..." he pulls him close to look at him. "Being...." he seems to almost kiss Rust who was shaking. "punished!" that's when he slams his fingers on the bundle of nerves to make Rust gasp moaning out drooling.

"Ahhhhh!! W..wait!! Wait, n..not a..again!!" he moans out clawing his sheets but Davion chuckled still teasing his spots all crazy like. He knew he has been so tight or gotten tighter from being messed with this. He hasn't been filled with his dragon cock in so long he was just teasing him now. Even if Rust was a moaning wet mess he still was aching for him.

"I can't give you a reward since you were bad remember? Don't tell me you forgot the last time you acted up I punished you for it. But since you wanna be a brat again....I have to make your punishment twice as strong. So that's your fault for being a naughty treasure. Your only going to get pleasure with my fingers." he said but Rust remembers even if he was moaning with his fingers gripping the sheets. His hole was so sensitive now but he wouldn't fill him since he was misbehaving. That was true.

"Haaaaa haaaa I nugghhhh I....."

"You know what you were doing. You know it...so that's why I'm punishing you again..I'm not going to reward you for being a naughty little treasure." he growls now vigorously slamming his fingers in that Rust screams out ripping the sheets.

"Ahhhhhh!!! N..NOOOO!! DAVION PLEASE, PLEASE L..LET ME CUM! LET ME CUM!! I c..can't take it anymore! My c..cock..I..I need to cum..I wanna be filled with your cock just please!! Please let me cum!!" he begs in tears shaking as Davion was punishing his wet hole. He knew he was wet leaving a mess but Davion keeps on going getting more excited as Rust was screaming his arousal.

"That's it my little treasure...cry out for me. You must feel so close now. Your cock must be aching and begging to cum right?" teasing him, he even lowers a hand to give a slow stroke of Rust's own cock.

"!?" Right away, Rust grabs his arm but he was shaking moaning out with one eye open and the other shut. "N..no don't t..touch i..it...n..not when I'm...." he tries to warn him but tightening up around his fingers.

"What? You said you wanna cum right? So I guess I can let you cum so go ahead..cum..let me see you cum you naughty knight." he growls but Rust panted shaking.

"N..No p..please..please I....I..I'm g..gonna..I'm gonna.....nugghhhaaa!!!" as he warns the dragon, Rust violently came hard as he screams out cumming. Strings of cum hits the sheets as his knight was cumming. Davion saw while he only chuckled seeing him twitching, his body must be so weak and sensitive now.

He panted loudly as he was still cumming but his hole still was squeezing Davion's fingers as he came. Seeing Rust like this was too hot that the dragon already was stroking himself. "Good little treasure......" he teased but he slowly tries to open him up as Rust falls back feeling his body aching for his heat.

"Ahhhhh....ahhhhhh.....mmmmmmm.." 'F..fuck...t..that was a lot more stronger t..than the last time. I'm going crazy h..here...I don't know how much longer I..I can....h..hold out. But my stomach..it still aches...' he felt his hole twitching but he only whines feeling the dragon's fingers. 'ohhhh s..shit..h..his fingers...he's moving them a..again..'

"Mmmmm..mmmmmmm...."

"Just look at you. Your hole is really tight over the last few punishments. Your squeezing down on them so hard you really must be aching for my cock..." Davion said still fingering him slowly but even if he tries to open him up, it was so tight and it felt it was getting tighter. And tighter but so much wetter.

Seeing Rust looking out of it, tears running down his cheeks with drool down his chin. He already was pulling his fingers out seeing them drenched but he even lowers his fingers to stroke his own cock as Rust heard the dragon groan. He was shaking seeing him pumping it as the pre-cum at the tip was leaking now.

"Haaaa.....hhaaaaaa..."

"Is this what you wanted my little treasure? For your dragon to breed you like before? To fill you up?" he teased but he felt so close just seeing how out of it Rust was. He whines only seeing him sit up doing this that he reaches about to touch till Davion growls to suddenly feel hot. "But I can't can I? You said you were going to misbehave so..you have to sit right there and watch..watch your dragon cum right in front of you.." he teased but Rust looks gripping the sheets.

"W..wait..please I...I want it inside. Please y..you can cum inside j..just..." he tries to beg him to claim him again but Davion keeps stroking his cock before his body was right on the edge.

"Fuck...I'm gonna..." As Rust saw, he came right there that his own hot cum hits his chest but Rust was whimpering seeing it being wasted. He wanted that heat inside of him again! Damn it!! Rust could feel the pounding of his demon heart, seeing the dragon's heat spilling but he only sees Davion still cumming but it looked a lot thicker and hotter that Rust gulps drooling.

"Haa....seems it was a lot more thicker than last time...right my knight? Too bad I couldn't cum inside and fill you up like I want.." he said only for Rust to look down but he saw Davion gets close to make him move back till he got trapped. "!?"

"Ah ah ah....don't run. Your dragon is still hungry, my precious treasure.." he said but slowly lowers to being licking his chest but Rust shivers feeling the heat from this dragon's tongue. Damn, he was losing his mind. This was too much even if he was shaking in his handcuffs.

"D..Davion please..I...Ah!?" he felt his nipple taken in his mouth to swirl the tip of his tongue against it while pinching the other. Rust moans out lustfully in want, bucking his hips as he already knew the Dragon was getting hard again. He felt it against his own cock as he grinds against him ever so slowly.

"Nugghhhhnnn!!!" He was still touching and teasing his body, feeling his body aching in worse that he was already panting out aching in pleasure. His body needed his dragon! His need, his desire, it was making Rust lose it!!!

'I c..can't..I can't! I need it..I..I want it. He's been punishing me for a few days now b..but my body is burning. I want t..to be filled up again. I need his cock to f..fuck me. I need it..I need his heat..I want him t..to b..breed me!!!' he screams in his head but Rust lowers his shaking hands on the dragon's back to claw his skin drawing blood. The sweet smell of his blood, it already caused his eyes to turn red again growling in heat and need. Davion felt the nails to feel him push back.

"Hmm? Is something wrong my knight-" As he said that, he was pushed down by Rust and had his wrists but he was sitting on his lap looking down. Davion was quiet but he sees Rust shaking now. His body ached so badly in pleasure, needing his dragon to fill him up again. Anything to ease the heat away.

"Treasure, are you trying to misbehave again?" he asked but Rust slowly panted drooling while his sharp canine fangs were seen. Rust didn't hear his voice but he felt his body pulsing for his nails to cut Davion's skin drawing more blood.

'I c..can't..I..I need it..I want him to fuck me senseless...I...I need...' Rust was panting till he slowly lifts his head to his face but Davion felt himself hard at the sight.

"P..Please..I..I can't t..take it anymore....I can't take any more..I..I need it. My hole is s...so wet, it's aching for your heat......I want you t..to fuck me like the naughty knight I am....I been punished enough s..so please..please fuck me..I need it..I need my hole to be filled with your c...cum....I'll b...be good..I..I'll be a good treasure for you b..but please..please let me have it." he begs but his blond hair was covering one side of his face but one of his eyes looked back at him.

One bloody red eye looking lost in lust and hunger for his dragon. He couldn't take it anymore but he was already panting looking too suggestive for him. He even lifts his destroyer hand to slowly lick the blood off still shaking in need to lick his lips.

"P..Please d..davion.....please m..my dragon....please breed your knight...your kn..knight needs it..he needs you to break him on this fucking bed..so please..please fuck me.." he said begging that he was even grind his hips back to feel his cock against his rear. Davion already see his knight lost it but he grips Rust's hips hearing a gasp from him.

"Rust.." he warns but he didn't listen moaning softly while looking up.

"Please.....please....please f..fuck m..me....fuck m..me....fuck m..me!!"

Davion said nothing but he growls to grip his hips startling Rust who was now forced to lay on top of him. "You seriously are a greedy little thing!" he said grinding against his hole before slamming his cock deeply inside of Rust. Feeling that, Rust screams out gripping Davion's hair hard as he moans feeling his over sensitive hole filled up after so long! It twitched inside as Rust was crying in pleasure. Tightening around him even so suddenly making Davion rake his nails down Rust's back. "Ease up my treasure you gonna make me.." he warns but Rust was shaking dazed.

"S...s...so b..b..b..big...f..fuck your c...cock's t..too b.big..." he moans even if he was tightening around him loving it. He felt amazing inside. 'F..Finally....a..after so long h..he's back inside....it's inside of me again!'

"Fuck, you really are soooooo tight...." he panted but he only tightens his grip on Rust's waist to start slamming up and his hips down, hearing Rust's lustful slutty moans as he takes it.

"Ahhhhhh ahhhhhhh s..so hot..your thick d..dick it's h..hot...it's swelling up inside o..of me.." He lowers to feel the swollen lump in his lower stomach, aching for that burning heat. He needed Davion to cum inside!

"Haaaaa s..so big..so hot...It's t..too good..mmmmmm.." Suddenly Rust started slamming his hips down hard as Davion groans out feeling this. "Haaaa...grrnnnnn...."

"Haaaaaaaaa....aaahhhhhhh mmmmmmm..." 'H..He feels s..so good..it's too good. It's pulsing inside of me. I need him to cum..I want him to cum.....'

Rust was saying in his mind snapping his hips down as he drools moaning out like a girl. Davion feels him biting his neck still bucking his hips. He still didn't stop his hips, knowing Davion was letting him as he was twitching. 'D..davion..c..cum...p..please cum...." he begs.

"You better behave little treasure..I want to-" he stops speaking as Rust slams his hips down more rough drooling with him sitting up. His eyes closed while moaning out drooling. "P..Please...please cu..cum...cum cum cum cum cum please fucking cum!! Give it to me!!" he was begging loudly needing it as Davion grips his thighs before growling out snapping his hips up when his own cock cumming suddenly.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Rust's eyes shot open moaning out leaning back as his eyes were hidden by his blond hair. He heard the squelching and squishing noises of his hot heat filling him after so long, his body quaking in pleasure from the oragsm. "Haaaa...hhaaaaaa....O..ohhhh .f..fuck...ohhh f..fuck y..yes..s..so hot...so hot....."

'F..fuck h..he c..came...he finally c..came inside.....it's so thick inside....I'm getting full already..' he thought twitching from the feeling but he didn't know he misbehaved again that Davion growls now hungry for his knight.

"Sneaky little knight.." he heard the heated panting.

"H..Huh?" he feels the grip to look down shaking.

"If you missed it that much, then you better take my cock!" he said now sitting up but forces Rust to slam his hips down hard being filled to the brim with his cock.

"Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhh Y..Yesssss! ahhhh f..fuck yes! I'll d..do what you w..want just please f..fuck me! I've m..missed mmmmm you filling me up inside!!!" He moans now feeling his hole taking it but his toes were curled, being fucked by his dragon. He screams wanting more as Davion growls fucking his knight to bite and kiss his neck. His own dragon teeth sinking into his skin while lapping up the blood.

It felt so good even if the biting stings a bit, hissing in a daze as Rust groans moaning out so loudly for Davion to hear. "Ahhhh Davion f..fuck p..please please....mmmmmmm....." he could hear his knight begging so sweetly for him that he pulls away from his bitten neck to push Rust on his back again. He panting whining to why he did that but feels his cock pull out twitching.

"H..Hey, w..why did you-" Rust felt his hips lifted up to be on his knees. "P..Put it back i..in..I..I'm not...AHHH!!" His eyes were wide feeling his dragon cock slam back inside his already wet and tight hole. He moans out shaking weakly to drool with tears. Davion grips his hips now slamming his hips forward roughly jackhammering against him as Rust was screaming ripping the sheets with his nails digging down into him.

"AHHHHH FUCK!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK Y...YESSSS YESSSS!! FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR SLUTTY KNIGHT!" He begs in a trance but Davion rests his chest on his back panting to feel his own body changing into a dragon to even feel his cock getting bigger leaving a lump down there.

"Haaaa Fuck what a naughty treasure mmmmm....Your so fucking naughty....you've been hungry for this that badly your already cumming. Heh, maybe I should do that more often when your a naughty little thing. Begging like this while I fuck you. Is that want you want? You wanted me this badly?" he growls even licking where he bit him as Rust was crying out shaking.

"Y..Yes! Yes that's w..want I w..want..haaaa I..I missed being full like this..I missed you biting me..I missed you being s..so deep inside of me. I n.need it..I need it so badly!!" he begs that he feels Davion's fingers touch his lips as he feels them slip in as he was sucking on his fingers. "Mfffmmm!!"

"Good to hear...but don't worry, I'll give you want you been hungry for but it seems you learned your lesson. But know this knight...if you misbehave again, I'll do this again..but I'll make sure you will be begging for me. Aching for me..craving for me and me alone....I'll make sure to breed you like the good mate you are. As long as you behave you'll get it but if not.." He licked against his ear. "I'll fuck you till your bloated with my heat. And keep on going till you beg me to break you and this bed. Do you understand me?" he said in a deep lustful tone that Rust shook. The way he spoke, oh he only shook.

"Well?" he asked now clawing his back hearing Rust hiss in pleasure drooling. It stung but felt good like Davion was going to eat him.

"Y...Yes s..sir...Yes, I understand. I..I'll be good just p..please don't keep me waiting any longer...please fuck me as much as you w..want..make me yours...just please...please I ne..need you." Hearing him beg was hot that Davion already looks to him with glowing amber eyes.

"Good boy...I'll be sure to do just that and I'll give you aftercare when we are done..for now....enjoy your punishment!" he growls to start pounding into him as Rust screams drooling feeling the bed shift. The bedboard slamming against the wall as cracks were seen. Rust moans drooling while he was taking it, missing this dragon's hot cock as he was being claimed.

"AHHHHH FUCK Y..YES GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT T..TO ME! MAKE ME Y..YOURS! BREED M..ME!!" he begs loudly as Davion did just that. He slams his crotch against his rear, even spanking it due to Rust still having his wrists cuffed together but he licked his lips loving the view of his wet heated knight.

"Haaa don't worry my knight, I'll breed you as much as you want...all you need to do is take it like a good boy.." he growls doing that as the room was loud with his moans and slutty voice. Davion would savor this moment all in the while but he will be sure to give after care when they were done.

He was his treasure after all. <3

A few hours later, Davion was now in his humanoid dragon form panting heavily while laying on top of a weak shaky Rust. His treasure still taking in his cock while being given more of his cum while his voice was raspy like after screaming for so long. However, he did as Davion said taking in every bit of cum to the next load after the other.

"Haaaa grrrrrrr...." He keeps growling and panting, slamming his hips down as Rust was already crying in pleasure, drooling while his dragon claims him.

"Seems my treasure is broken so much..your already took so much of my cum your still so tight....but no worries, I'm going to keep giving you a bit more." he growls clawing his sides as Rust whines from it.

"ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhh m..more..g..give m..more....m...make me f..full...fill me up.." he begs that Davion was hearing his lustful weak moans really good that he turns his head to kiss him deeply. He felt his tongue push down into his mouth but Rust only twitched shutting his eyes as he lets him. Even now it still felt so good!!!

He keeps going only for Davion to break the kiss, hearing Rust crying out with eyes closed his tongue still hanging out a little while letting Davion breed him.

"D...davion..I..I'm f..feeling close a..again..." he moans that Davion panted still pounding away.

"Are you? Mmmm good then I'm close too my treasure....I'll give you one more so be sure you take it all." Gripping his hips Davion pounds ruthless into him as Rust screams resting his head on the pillow by him.

"Ahhhhh D..davion!!!!!"

"I know..just a little longer.." he groans still moving as Rust couldn't stop his moans of pleasure. His stomach felt so full with his heated seed but his body ached and was coated in claw marks and bites. He needed him to fill him up so much....it was already aching for it.

Both were lost in the heat, hearing Davion's growls and Rust's moans as their hips clap against one another. The building of heat growing between them as Davion was kissing his neck while Rust screams out feeling his cock throbbing wanting to cum. Even after all that, his body was reaching his limits.

"D..Davion I can't hhaaaaa I'm close! I can't hold it any longer!!"

"Haaa treasure....I'm.." He wanted to cum with Rust as he was already a wet crying mess.

"C..cum t..together..c..cum inside but t..together..I wanna cum together!" He begs as Davion was quickening his hips growling to grip his hips. As Rust felt that point of climax, Davion kissed him as Rust twitched. He yelps to shake feeling his cock cumming on the bed and Davion cumming deep inside of him.

Another load was going in as Rust was letting the dragon kiss him deeply feeling so full. Davion only held him but he was sure to break the kiss panting against Rust's lips.

"Haaaa..hhhhhaaaaaa...s..soo f...full...s..so much..."

"Good treasure...take every drop and don't let it spill..." he said praising him as Rust shook in his arms to get every drop. Both Davion and Rust just remain there for a while when Rust was too weak to move after all that. But it was worth it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

In a hot soothing bubble bath, Davion was carefully cleaning Rust up but he had his eyes closed. His face was flushed deeply murring from the gentle scrubbing against his skin. True, his demon blood will heal him but Davion was still doing aftercare while he cleans him up. And getting his seed out so he was also clean inside as well but he was careful. He seriously was cute.

"Mfffmmmmrrrrr..." He was almost like a purring relaxed pet smiling a bit but Davion smiled finding him precious to let him soak in the bath to help with his muscles and the sore ness. After he was done, he got Rust one, dries him and puts him in some clothing to let him rest. He held him against his chest while petting his head seeing him asleep.

"Zzzzzz...zzzzzzzz..."

"Heh, cute. Hope I didn't break him too much but...at least he's so freaking cute when he sleeps." He smiled only to kiss the top of his head seeing Rust curl up more in his arms. He hopes Rust sleeps and rests well after this. But it was pretty fun with more in the future to come. For now, he relaxed to enjoy his vacation with his knight.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #A punishment worth given part 2 #Rust knight #older Rust #davion #the fractions of NYC #demon-blood-youths #peahen writer

[xxlordalexanderxx]

(I'm a fan of how you portray the badguy-ness of him. It's not easy to do that without coming off as a dick, and at the same time done right you can create real conflict for other characters that just drives more interesting narratives. It's really hard to make a character be selfish as hell and still fun to interact with, but for you it seems like second nature.)

(I'm also a fan of your creative works here. You have excellent writing quality and a very colorful, fun, and monstrous art style that's a pleasure to see around.)

(I used to do RPing here a lot back in 2016, and since then I've tried dipping my toes back into the space but the hardest part every time has been trying to find other people to write with, especially as an OC blog. I'm quite pleased to have been able to add someone as cool as you to my collection this time around.)

Thank you~! I’ve been RPing since 2006, since early high school, and one thing I learned overtime was to never put your own feelings through your muse, and I can see how that can make villain muses come off as assholes, and not in a good way. I once tried out having protag muses over the years but came off as annoying all the time. So, I got sick of that and just RPed villains, they feel right at home for me. And thank you so much, I honestly really love your style of writing, I can’t really articulate it well but it’s just really nice to read how descriptive it is yet not overkill and makes me want to improve my own writing honestly. But yeah, I know what you mean. I just stopped writing in 2018 and just came back at the tail end of November 2022. It was hard, but I was lucky to have a couple friends to still write with. I just kept putting myself out there in the tags and slowly but surely things started to trickle in. Now I have so much going on and having a blast. I’m loving our interactions and looking forward to how things may go.

#nottadog #⭐|slurkmun |⭐ #|🫖out of tea🫖| #Also I love your sense of humor love people who like to clown around hahaha #--long post

[autisticlalna]

the weird thing about finally writing work a miracle is, like,

sometime during 2015ish, maybe early 2016ish (kinda hard for me to pin down), a friend messaged me on skype and went "hey, these two guys remind me of our ocs" and sent me a link to the first episode of the apprentice. and we watched the apprentice together, and galacticraft, and sometime during flux buddies prime i started watching on my own and blitzing through it as fast as possible until i finally caught up and started watching episodes as they came out

i had a multimuse rp blog at the time that was just, like, whatever my current hyperfixation was. and so when i was still near the start of fbprime i threw nano on there and started rping with people that had minecraft or minecraft-adjacent settings (shoutouts to CG, little talks still makes me cry too), and in what was supposed to be a one-off thread i decided to rp lalna.

and then the multimuse multiverse rp blog switched to a flux buddies (and baddies) rp blog. and then gradually turned into a lalna rp blog.

and, at the same time i was doing rp stuff, i started writing fic.

my writing back then was Not Good. i was halfway through fbprime while fb2.0 was ongoing and working off incomplete theories and out of context spoilers. i was still finding a style, and my characterization had a lot of holes in it, but i spent a Lot of time just.. writing. building up this massive story in my head of "okay, here's the backstory, here's how i think things would go with my headcanons in play, here's some ocs supplied by my friends and some off-the-cuff shenanigans, here's some spontaneous rp plotlines that would be really interesting if i turned it into a whole fic somehow"

eventually i started having trouble maintaining the rp blog and would take long, unannounced hiatuses. usually because of mental health or because of a really disastrous event. i still drew stuff now and then, and tried writing stuff now and then, but eventually i came to terms with the fact that i just.. couldn't continue. and i gathered up everything i'd made over the years, sorted through it, and went "i'm going to make something out of this". and that became the foundation of work a miracle. it also became the foundation of solar's fic vindicate me!, which was inspired by how i write lalnable and five (as well as some events that happened on the rp blogs)

sometime in 2019, i started writing. it was supposed to be a super long multi-chapter fic spanning from the apprentice to the end of flux buddies prime. it was extremely rough, and i only completed 3 chapters and a bunch of scattered scenes before i dropped it. later that year, another major life upheaval hit and i tried to find something to anchor onto while i sorted myself out. that's when solar suggested a rp where we switched roles: i wrote kakujo, and they wrote the flux baddies. that's how we got the hec and jo show, and from there the wider idea of KJFB. a month later i surprised solar with a pmv, just goes to show that you never can tell.

(i wrote a sequel fic, double up!, which i ended up only sharing with solar until finally posting it years later. it was my first time writing lalna since abandoning the blog.)

and like.. for years, i kept wanting to pick that original fic idea back up and do something with it. i kept slowly refining it, i started doing shitpost ideas like the lalna chart and connected things like alpha-z, even dreamout is tied into the base idea behind work a miracle. i started an animation meme that i'm still working on, i've talked to solar and co about my ideas for the flux buddies in spau (which is why there's a shadow on the lalna chart), i have fic titles and bullet-point outlines and everything except the actual fic.

and then at the start of this year, while sick and exhausted and generally having a bad time physically and mentally, i started writing. and now i have 2 chapters written of the first Work A Miracle fic, Surviving Your Apprenticeship, a 5-Step Guide.

i guess what i'm getting at is that it's really weird that i'm finally writing what is essentially a rewrite of some fics i wrote when i was 19 and also is the culmination of like 8 years of coming back to an idea again and again and again from different angles and in different forms and hoping this one'll stick

#leo.txt #long post #work a miracle au #this got weirdly personal! uhhhhhhhhh

[ardenssolis]

———  basics! ♡

(PEN)NAME:  Shi

PRONOUNS:  she / her

ZODIAC SIGNS:  CAPRICORNNNNN—!

TAKEN OR SINGLE:  Single

TIME ZONE: CST

———  three  facts! ♡

I’ve never been to a school off military bases so idek what normal civilian schools are like

I looooove horror films, but also will cover my eyes if it gets too bloody.

I have a lot of succulents in my room and I named them all after Knights of the Round…

———  experience ! ♡

I have been writing for like 5000 years. Didn’t get into rping until I was like 13 years old and it was in a Yugioh chat where everyone was typing super fast and messages were like vroom across my screen (which actually helped me learn to type really fast but THAT’S ANOTHER STORY–). From there, I eventually rp’d some things with Inuyasha in that chat when that show came on Toonami, then eventually branched off to ocs that I’d write / draw on Deviantart for groups and stuff which was really fun! In 2016 (?) I wound up coming on tumblr because college life killed my drive to draw over time so keeping up with that was difficult. From then on, here is where I’ve been! ^ O ^ )9

———  muse preference !  ♡

I notice I tend to drift towards muses that have moral ambiguity for the most part, but I have written muses like Kirei from F.ate so who knows! But for the most part, I do like those grey aligned individuals because they’re so fun to pick apart due to all the layers they have. Are they your friend? Your enemy? It’s that mystery that’s so great.

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF:  I LOVE IT. A lot of my muses are not really “fluffy” most of the time, so when there’s an opportunity to write them in a way where they step outside of a certain bubble and show another side of themselves that’s softer, I’m forever all for it. The rarity of it is what makes me adore those little moments the most. Even something as simple as baking for any of my muses has me clenching my chest and feeling all warm and fuzzy lmao. I am but a simple woman.

ANGST:  I love angst, but for a purpose. If it’s done without any form of direction just for the sake of it, like Jake gets hit by a car out of nowhere in an rp so Billy can get upset then I probably don’t have interest in it. But if it’s for characterization purposes and it feels natural and not forced, then I am all game! Some of the best rps I have had were quite emotional and really, really dug deep into my muses. Even more so if that muse doesn’t often let their feelings be known to someone else but they’re put in a situation where they’re feeling it. 

SMUT:  I may not write smut very often, but I do love it when I do! I tend to get really lengthy with it because I enjoy exploring the emotional aspect of smut more so than the spicy factor. Do I like the spice? Yes. But the feelings behind it are what really keeps me writing more so than the former. When it comes to smut, though, I’m much more comfortable writing this with friends or mutuals I’ve known for a while. Writing that with people I’m not too familiar with is just not my cup of tea FKJDSHFSFSS.

PLOT / MEMES:  I can’t plot to save my life. Like, I prefer just  a simple quick back and forth until we have a good idea on a direction we want to go, and then from there, someone just making a starter / sending an inbox interaction whenever to hop into it. Anything more than that and my attention span tends to slowly drift away. So memes are 100% often the way to go with me just because those can start anywhere and just go anywhere. I’m a spontaneous rper for the most part! 

tagged by: @oldestking​​ (thank you smol! ///////)

tagging: anyone who wants it!

#;tagged #;ooc jabber

[cantillat-moved]

@more-than-a-princess​ 6. What are some tips you'd like to give to new muns in the RPC? (It's tip munday. It's a thing I just came up with. Here's me shaking my proverbial tip can to drop in those RP tips)

The rpc in general or just the Fate rpc? In any case, I do have a few things to say to newcomers.

Don’t be afraid of asking things to another muns. It could be something about their muses, or RP etiquette in general, or a term you don’t know. Make sure to ask to multiple individuals, as no experience is a monolith and you might find diverging opinions, especially if you stumble upon some more controversial subjects like for example the proshipper and antis discourse. Ask around, read and make up your own opinions about things.

Speaking of own opinions, a very common practice is making a rules/guideline session. It makes things easier for others to know what you are looking for in a partner, and also a good way to set up your boundaries – you might find people that will cross them, either maliciously or by accident, so don’t be afraid of enforcing them. You are responsible for your own safespace.

Another thing that people do out of courtesy is tagging things like NSFW stuff or things that might bother them. The tl;dr is try to treat others with the courtesy you’d like people treat you.

On the subject of courtesy, don’t ever EVER reblog headcanons or copy them. It is understandable that duplicates might have similar headcanons, as they come from the same source, but everyone have their own interpretation of their muse. It is considered rude when personals reblog rp stuff, but when another roleplayer do is considered theft.

Talk to your rp partners. On the other side of the screen there are people. I know, it sounds obvious, but don’t assume things. Don’t give them “hints”. Try to communicate with them as clearly as possible, ask things, tell them if anything troubles you or if you have some plans for the current thread or where to take the relationship between the muses. RP is a collaborative activity, like any friendship. It takes two to tango. Knowing your partner can also give you some ideas on where to take the plot next, and if you are stuck you can always brainstorm together! It is also ok to feel intimidated, but I assure you: many muns are insecure. They won’t be upset if you ask something or say “no” – and in some times, if they do take things personally maybe it could be a good idea to take a step back in the relationship and reevaluate.

Another relevant point is that nobody is perfect: you will improve your writing as you keep practicing. There is this piece of art going on that is also valid for writers as well: there are two cakes, one very fancy and another simpler – but in the end they are both cakes and the people consuming will be delighted either way! As long you are having fun, it is all that matters. Write as much as you can, read whenever you are able. A published book or movie usually has many drafts before being consumed by us, and earlier works from our favorite authors can be considered not as good as their later work so the same also applies to RPing: every time you write, you will get better! I’m a ESL (English Second Language) so I’m usually very insecure, adding to my perfectionism I struggle sometimes, but I do have a few tricks that helps me out besides the ones already mentioned. One of them is having targets and slowly evolving them. For example, try having a reply from 150 to 200 words minimum. Talk about the situation, how your muse is reacting to it, their feelings about it. The thought process and then the reaction – your muse’s action or words will flow naturally with that. And don’t forget to give your partner something to reply to! With practice it will become second nature.

Ah! And tumblr can also be a bit buggy, so if you don’t see notifications on replies don’t be afraid of asking your partner about it. There are a few tools to help rpers, like the new reblog activities on the post or external sites like the rp tracker, but it is usually a good idea to double check with your partner.

Tools that everyone should have: xkit (both on chrome and firefox) and grammarly. I also recommend writing your drafts either on google docs or another program like Word of Open Office. Once you lose a long draft you’ll be scared for life.

And finally… Sometimes people don’t mesh. Some people like writing long replies, some like shorter ones. One are into coffee shops AU and some are into angst. You might also find people whose headcanons you might disagree on, and some people might disagree on yours. Some people look for different things in their RP partners that you have to offer. Or simply won’t work together. It isn’t anyone’s fault, you aren’t a lesser roleplayer or a bad partner because someone just didn’t jive with you. By the same token, don’t you ever feel pressured into doing something you don’t like or don’t feel comfortable to make someone happy. Your worth as a writer isn’t correlated by being “popular”, but the fun you have and the friends you make along the way that you can rely on. I have rp partners of more than five years (some close to ten!) and I love them to bits.

btw Rae is queen and you should follow her if you don’t

In any case, this blog is a chill space. No judgment, no drama, no BS.  Remember to stay hydrated, take your meds and have at least one meal today!

#. meme reply #. mun stuff #more than a princess

[undeadorion-archive]

Did I ever share the being accused of soulbonding my own OC thing here? If I did, I've forgotten. So it's time to tell it.

So, everyone who knows me knows about Crawford. He's an OC that I've had since like 2003. The story that is now River City slowly grew around him. Everything else morphed around him but he's been roughly the same most of the time. But where he really took root as like my Main Guy was when I started RPing with him on LJ, around 2009. Back when I was relatively oblivious to all the ways a person can hate you. Though I still have a lot of fond memories from that time, there was a lot of questionable shit that happened.

A most of the people in charge of the game I was in were local friends. Or rather, I thought they were my friends. I'd known one of them through a different mutual friend, then re-met them again through this whole RP thing. And they were all friends with my roommate at the time and some of them ended up moving in to our apartment complex. Then others that were involved in the game would come hang out. And I was mostly oblivious to a lot of the stuff that was simmering under the surface.

One of the members of the group who lived an hour or two away resented me for reasons that I still don't know to this day. They just flat out didn't like me from day 1 and gave me the stink eye every time I was around when they were. This is R, we'll need their name for later.

For an example of what these people were like, because I couldn't possibly get into even a summary of everything without this turning into a novel. The game required you to apply to join. The page for applications said they were processed on a weekly basis and they often posted the responses on Saturdays. Well, they almost never did that and sometimes would take weeks to process apps. All of which were public. They would then annoyed when people would ask about app status. And they did this, to me, while I'd had my own application sitting there for them to review for like 2 weeks. They wouldn't take "have you considered communicating with people if you're having trouble reviewing the scant few applications you get?" for an answer.

That's how A worked. Everything had to go their way. No, they wouldn't tell you what their way was until you broke one of their super secret rules. Like they absolutely hated chewing noises. I could understand that, chewing noises are gross. But if your chewing was in any way audible, such as eating something crunchy, they would scold you or glare at you. You weren't even allowed to say "nom nom" around them because they counted that as eating noises. They also scolded me for burping like I'd let out a big nasty beer belch right in their face. When it was one of those barely audible closed mouth throat rumble types. That's the level of control that A demanded.

I eventually left that game and that apartment complex. And thought I'd never cross paths with them again.

Then came the incident that killed RP for me.

I was in a pretty rough emotional state for a long time and just wanted to indulge in one of my favorite hobbies. So I joined a game with a fandom character I enjoyed playing (Thor). Things were going pretty okay for a while, if a bit awkward with some cast mates. I got in a bit over my head, and overwhelmed with everything. A lot of people really wanted to play with Thor but necessarily my version of Thor. They wanted their own personal version they'd imagined from canon. So I got fed up and said fine. You get an OC instead.

Now, Crawford is intentionally a very abrasive character. The only emotions he's comfortable showing are indifference or anger. He solves all of his problems with violence. Until someone can crack through his tough exterior and see what a hot mess he is on the inside. It takes a lot, but he's made friends and even adopted a teenager or two in a way.

So I dropped this angry man full of rage into a town where he was trapped and couldn't return home. And I made it clear that if you wanted to play with Thor you had to play with the angry redhead, first. The catalyst had been people treating Thor crashing hard after some pretty serious events and calling him "smelly" and "lazy" when I said he was basically just sleeping for days on end so I could take a damn break.

Things were going moderately well. Crawford got a fair bit of traction. Rubbed elbows with demons and witches. You know how it goes. Then shit just hit the fan.

While I'd seen that A was in the game, they weren't active at all so easy enough to avoid. What I'd missed was that R was in the game, too. I didn't even clock their name as familiar, because I'd forgotten about their strange hatred of me. Well, I made the grave and heinous error of.................interacting with their character. I know. I'm just such a monster. It wasn't even anything major. They never responded and I forgot I'd commented on their post. So I was really confused when a friend popped up saying "Hey, people are shit talking you on the wankgate." Wankgate being an anonymous community where people rant about the most petty shit.

You can't tell me shit like that and expect me to leave it alone. It would eat me alive. So of course I looked. And they were just eviscerating me and my character. Over the stupidest stuff, too. Literally my OC was bad because they didn't like him. That's it.

They said he was "all edge and no substance." And that he was a self insert and swore to much and that being an angry self insert was "on brand" for me. The sort of comments that showed they just wanted to hate him and me without showing they knew nothing about either.

And then there was this comment.

"omg you're not talking about the crawford oc by colin are you? could never fucking stand that character, and the player soulbonds hardcore with him. he's so boring to play off of despite the edgy tryhardness because he's one-note and it feels like interacting with a brick wall."

Obviously I can't prove who posted these things. For all I know it was all just the "friend" who told me about all this nonsense. But I have a strong suspicion R started it, because this started very shortly after I responded to them. And I'm fairly sure the comment above was from A.

A and R were the only two who knew me from far enough back to remember me that well. And the only thing I can even possibly think of that could be seen as "soul bonding" was that for Halloween and conventions Crawford was my go-to cosplay/costume when I didn't have any other ideas. Because it was comfortable. And easy. And it was the first steps in discovering I was trans, because trying to look like a man made me so much more confident in myself.

I was utterly devastated after these comments. I felt hollow and raw and like I couldn't trust anyone. It was made worse by the fact that a friend was being really insensitive that night. The next day she got super mad at me when I said "hey, you know I don't like jokes like that." So I just unfriended her and her friend/roommate who I also followed. I didn't want to deal with any of it. And within the hour the friend popped up yelling at me, accusing me of unfriending her because I suspected her of being involved with the anon stuff. I hadn't mentioned it to either of them. And I haven't spoken to either of them since.

I tried to keep going with RP. A different character in a different game, but I just couldn't do it anymore. I left for a long time. I've tried going back, but it's like scratching at a wound that still hasn't fully healed.

Perhaps, someday, I'll feel comfortable in one of my favorite hobbies again. But I don't think it's going to happen any time soon. At least not in such a public manner.

#personal ramblings #people are just fucking awful sometimes

[captainkurosolaire]

~ Mass Update ~

Mainly going into future plans and intents alongside ideas below cut.

Ton's of things I've in store this will prove difficult to vent it all out. But here we go... First off rehashing and appropriately learning to tag and organize things better on my blog. Each category will have their own corresponding content, I seek to bring or share. [Tales of Goldbrand] -- I intend this to carry a Compendium of all my writes soon that'll have everything neatly in-order including a glossary, so it'll have highlights of stories that even matter or the best stuff. I've written here for a very, long time, there's been many shifts. I want to make it more accessible. While coloring what matters for people who want to learn Captain or his Crew with less chapters. While also giving choice to find it all easily. This is essentially a step-above master-lists. I'll be doing that after the Saga I have going on, right now is done. [Captain] -- Will provide you strictly with Captain screenshots, gifs, photo-sets. This is still his blog despite the Crew thing's will sort of make this a scuffed Multi-Muse blog. I've few more things to edit and tag fix to get all his stuff though. [The Wild Crew] -- Afterwards this story is done Immortal Age Saga, It's something that I mainly wrote as a passion project within three days to get my warm-up process fixed. It's to allow me to get a feel for all his Crewmates and casts, in combat, in-general, to feel their presences. While also giving a bit of their backstories. At any point, I can go back and polish or tweak things in. They're NPC's but... not entirely. All will have their own 'Dreams' and their own 'Disapproval's' they have their own missions even. These things will factor eventually, they might set seeds, to betray or disagree with something, but that's all angst and more stories to be created, but overall, they'll probably always be Crew, eventually. -- I plan on making character-profile sheets of them and putting them in this Tab, it'll have their screenshots, their likes/dislikes. Some RP partners or people can also be shipped with them, but they'll all be monogamous and originally start off probably Pan. This allows them to figure out what they like on their own stories. I've always been someone who likes organic-flow. Although this one story contain all 16 characters or more, the rest will probably be shortened to a Squad of 4 and dispersed when on adventuring missions. Until I do a War Arc, that's my main goal to build too. [Roster] -- Will contain this Crew in just screen-sets dedicated to them, I'll probably randomly produce those. I've PC players among this Crew too. I may not be done either adding more, but this Crew is mainly built around Quality. Most pirate crew's mainly, have hundreds, thousands. Even Fleets. This Crew has personalities, monsters, people who are living life's that exist with piracy. He's an particular leader that had PC players the same way, he's had split-personality serial killers aboard, tribal chieftains, succubus, all sorts of various people once on a Crew. It's often an outcast style, pirates default are chaotic in nature, so this really isn't any different, it's a Fantasy version of it. There's humanization characters aboard too though, so this cast is really decked, everything and person is vital, they matter because they remind or covet something that others can draw upon. If ever played (Three Houses or Mass Effect / Dragon Age Origins) A lot of things like that are relatable too this structure and format. Which, Is something I want to be able to give when RPing. I want a genuine feel of this new world someone else's muse will be the main-character too. Depending on what's interacting everything they'll be scale appropriately to follow the genre they're in and environment even. [Aesthetics] -- Already explainable what you'll find here. [Asks] -- Same thing. [Prompts] -- Trivial things I was tagged too, I plan on compiling later. [Writing] -- Another alternatively to randomly go-down and it works right now. [Logs] -- Will have more individualistic master-lists and posts there, my poems from Sheik Sphere the Bard, etc.

Things of that nature, I'll probably add still. It's where a lot of my creative writing is summed. [Gems of Hydaelyn] -- My main #tag for other characters and artists, creationist. Lot of amazing people easily to find their zones or follow them optionally if you like. Ton's I intend to support and bolster, be a lot less unspoken. I'm never the type who's been strictly inclusive. But I'll do that when I've time to even explore the dash, I'm always still planning ahead with things and projects. [CKS] My original character-sheet it's outdated on something's but not too terrible. I'll give him polishing someday, I swear? [21+F-List] -- Just purely degenerate stuff of Captain. I'm a pirate blog. I will represent that with openness and furthermore. I'm never projecting you some false-image. I started off a smut-writer by stripping that, I no-longer represent the same aura and identity. But those are strictly his stuff and kinks, I'm effective in executing them but they're not all relatable to me OOC. This blog will always be 18+ containing crude or dark material sometimes, romantic things, this Captain is blunt, will literally put his cock on the table in conversations. Swearing and being censored would be too uncommon and displace most of him, but there's more about him then all this. [Other] -- I pay homage to a lot of characters, I originally am a Concept Designer. Which mean's I make characters and ideas like my addiction. Bad characters / villains or other little things I like to share in designs, I'll put there. Some villains might get little photo-sets, even if they died. Just cause I like their design, or maybe I'll give them an AU, where they won. When I've wrapped up things. [Collabs + Ships] -- Is a new project idea. This isn't going to be something limited too romantic only ships. It'll contain, platonic, romantic, friendships, rivals, frenemies, family, PC Crew, all ships. I am desperately working on improving my gif, screenshot, posing game so I can supply 'Screen Stories' this is not only a way to RP that's accessible with even people who are upon time-crunches from work, It gives visual-representation. To impactful stories shared with others and establish bonds. That are all-valid and impactful matter. Lot of people take a lot of their characters attributes into them and are them dialed up, I work with that and bit more, differently. I'm disconnected from my characters and they'll get hurt and injured and killed by me, that's my duty as their Author to give them conflicts and struggles. I'm their major antagonist, but that doesn't mean at-all, it's always SET that way. The characters I like to make have their own life, they live in this setting and are abide by it, they're often nothing, nobodies, and by the interacting with others, they slowly gradually building, more... Through emotional impacts, they alter, these are REAL people by all their beliefs. Each person they come in-contact with are legitimate and treated like that too. They've always impacted or given them insights to grow, or represent more. Otherwise it'd be criminally disrespectful if I allowed any emotional I felt OOC be the grudge to something IC. Captain in-particular is set on defying me. I cannot have that. ...But I can't stop him. He's met and encountered so many people and lived so many scenarios based on the actions of others, he's giving a chance right now to actually do things a lot further than impossible. The more people he meets and encounters, experiences, the more I lose. These stories are emotionally interactive where everything is a factor and adds to the dice, where the other people are the one who get to roll the dice for him, not me. That's something I want to color in. People range in emotions, they have their down's, ups, their own wholesome-grounding people, spending time with your favorite people, there's nothing more cherishing than that, being in your own comfort-zone or 'safe-space' these are all treasures that we live under, today. Contrary if what people assume of me, I'm not another 'blogger' that's came

before, who's wanting to force a harem, then constantly is bewildered when that falls to pieces cause of selfishness or a lack of communication, or the skeletons they have in their closets and beliefs they hid behind and swindled fooled everyone. I'm not looking to be popular or anything really, I just create stories and want to share in those, and I want to also boost others included, upward with me, especially those who make me. There's no ego in anything I do, this is purely love. I've never cared about being replicated or duplicated, I've had stalkers, I've gone through more then anyone would imagine, I've been used OOC and abused, just for my writing and cold-harshly told, i'd never amount to anything other then that or vice-versa. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion. That's all I got and am anymore. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion is the hardest thing to keep. It's something that can be stolen, quite effortlessly. Few words of discouragement, a bad negative representation, a lack of confidence, or small amount of time, there's many thing's that can put that flame out. Once you lose it. The difficulty to reattain is hundred-times harder than climbing any mountain for real. I've watched the greatest creators crumble from under the pressure, from beaten down by others. I watched many of them do it to themselves because they put a grand vision of needing validation of another and once lost, felt uncompelling to press onward. But passion also can be given BACK and drawn. It can be shown and encourage others, with a soft-triggering, that pushes them. That motivates, that constantly sticks to it. There are many that fuel me. If I ever quit, I let them down, I spit in the faces of people who're better than me in every-way. Or people who've came and given me their precious Time. That have given their character's or dedication to the abundant stories and community-driven things I've done. There's ONLY things you can do, create, give and provide. It cannot ever come to life without YOU. This is a fact. ...I swear, If you let your creativity soar, you'll be amazed by the heights you get. Constantly polish and learn and hone the best you, challenge yourself day after painstaking day, to draw better improvement on something, no matter how trivial or unfamiliar you are. You'll find a confidence only you can give yourself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Future Plans --------------------------------------------------------------------- For me, I've got so much more stories to give and also explore, I might be taking up soon some other artists and more skilled people from community and hire them for some of my future writes, to up my game or cause something thing's can't be done in-game cause no background carries it. I also got a lot of-set up things and more angst stuff I want to practice, plus I'm adamantly on that grind to produce screen-sets with the intent's to some sort of improving daily. Additionally more people I'll be reaching out too soon for these collab's ideas and things. I look forward to shaking your hands, giving some hugs, show you my respect and admiration, then creating some enchanting stories and giving plots light. Feel free to reach out to me, I get scattered-brain but I'm working on getting better about it. Eventually will get to you though, my goals, if uninterested just say so when I poke, no bites, unless you kinky. Anyways, cheers hearties.

#ooc #update #future plans stuffz #ToG #Work on thinking of daily practice now

[diavolosthots]

Are you interested in Dom/Top Leviathan? Apparently he canonically has a degradation kink, so imagine a super embarrassed and stubborn tsundere MC pinned underneath him trying to insult him inbetween moans while Levi mocks them for taking so much pleasure from a "worthless otaku." Like MC calls him a disgusting pervert and he says they must be even more pathetic and perverted to get off on someone like him playing with them. RPing or tsundere is fine. Bonus points for involving his tail, thanks.

Im making this Male! MC because I had way too much fun with this but also because the gays arent represented as much 💙

WARNING: just pure, sinful smut. Boy x boy, choking

Annoyance ( DOM!LEVIATHAN X M!READER )

You have always been quite… annoying to him. The constant denial of feelings, the teasing and cold remarks. It sets both his body on fire and makes his hands ball up in fists. In a sense, it reminds him of way too many animes he's watched and enjoyed, but at the same time he really hates the real life tsundere. 

And here you were, figuring out one of his biggest weaknesses while your body pinned his to the floor. He could easily flick you off, like a bothersome bug on his arm, but he cant deny the utter arousal he felt as you pinned his arms above his head. "I can feel you getting excited beneath me, Levi, absolutely disgusting." And god yes he was. 

"Shut up normie. The fact that you'd even do this to a yucky Otaku like me proves that you're just as much enjoying this." 

Bucking his hips up into yours, he could feel your equally as prominent hard on and smirked, "besides, you can't deny that giant bulge in your pants." Furrowing your eyebrows at the demon, you leaned down and kissed him, hard. "Fuck off. Not my fault you're so hot." The kiss was everything Levi imagined it to be and more; hot, needy, angry, and full of denial. 

Levi had enough, though. Enough of your endless denial and game of cat and mouse, and with one strong hand on your shoulder, he flipped you off of him and into the ground, towering above you, "I haven't even fucked on yet." His lips started kissing up your neck. Hot air could be felt right on the shell of your ear as Levi spoke, low, "and that's what you want, right?" He asked, his hips rolling against yours, "don't try to hide it." 

You groaned at the friction, every single word of Levi's being sent straight down south. Your hands started to move up his shirt and Levi shivered in excitement as the cold air hit his lower abs, quickly ridding himself of the unnecessary jacket and shirt. You can't deny how hot he looked right now, half naked on top of you. 

He could feel your eyes on him and grinned down at you before pulling your own shirt off. "You don't look so bad for a yucky Otaku." A blush spread across your cheeks and you turned your head to look away from him. A small blush spread across the demon's face as well, "I want you, (Y/N)." It was bold, daring, and met with a smirk of your own, "then take me… senpai." 

You could see Levi's eyes darken with lust as his demon form sprung out, his tail swaying behind him. "Say it again." Levi can't deny the twitching in his pants as he cupped his bulge, rubbing over it. Your eyes watched his hand move over his clothes erection and you subconsciously started doing the same, licking your lips, "I said… fuck me, senpai. Unless, of course, you're too much of a weeb to do it." 

A low growl arose from Levi's chest as he flipped you over, ripping your pants off in the process and discarding them somewhere along with your underwear. You can feel your hard length jump free and a moan left your lips at the feeling. Suddenly, you could feel something tease at your entrance, but it wasn't his precum dripping cock, no. It was his tail. Levi leaned over you to whisper in your ear, "now be a good little whore, normie." You gasped, feeling his tail slowly enter you. Levi was careful though; he didn't want to actually break you, just prove a point. His hand wrapped around your cock, slowly pumping while his lips found your back, "f-fuck… you're such a slut Levi.. You've ah… thought of this before." The demon's grip tightened around your length and he sped up his movements. You could feel his tail deep inside you, wiggling, hitting just the right spots. Your moans reached Levi's ears and he groaned in bliss, using his other hand to pull out his own cock, sighing as the air hit the skin. "You're just as much of a slut, enjoying this…" 

His tail pulled out and he retrieved his hand from your dick. You whined at the loss of contact and Levi smirked at your gaping hole, giving your ass a little spank. "Look at you, so eagerly wanting my demon cock." His own dick was swollen red, leaking precum, and he rubbed it between your cheeks. "Levi I swear to God if you don't just fu-" your threat was cut short with a gasp and a moan as Levi entered you, hard. His tail reached across to wrap around your throat and pull your head back a little. "I'm sorry? What was that?" 

The tail tightening around your neck made you clench around Levi's length and he groaned in response, slowly thrusting, "... You're so tight…" you tightened around him again, just to piss him off, but it just caused his tail to tighten around your throat even more. A shaky moan escaped your lips; you wouldn't admit it but the feeling of being choked was an even bigger turn on. 

Levi steadied himself over you, his hips picking up speed as he thrusted inside of you. His hand reached down and wrapped itself around your cock again, bumping in rhythm. "You really are a whore. You're… hah… so enjoying it." But really, Levi is enjoying it just as much. You moaned loudly at his words, cock twitching in his hand, "such… ngh… a little gay fucker…" he slammed inside of you, hard, and you could feel him twitch at your words, just like you had done moments prior. 

You could feel the hand tighten around your length again, his thumb had started to rub over the tip with every deep thrust and you groaned in pleasure.

Damn this man was good. 

"L-levia...than…" You could feel yourself coming close and he responded by thrusting faster, "I know…" he was close too, the feeling of you around him too overwhelming. 

You came without warning, covering his hand and the floor in a thick white and you could hear him moan above you as you came down from your high, only to feel Levi reach his own high by tightening his throat all the way. 

Leviathan threw his head back, pulling both his hands away to grab onto your ass as his cock pulsates inside of you. You were both breathing heavy, trying to calm down, and he slowly unwrapped his tail from around your throat, gently running over the marks it left before pulling out of you. 

You fully collapsed onto the floor and rolled over with a groan, looking up at him, "guess we're both just fucking sluts." Levi blushed at your comment, "yeah but youre my little bitch now." With a laugh, you say up, pulling him into another kiss, "whatever, senpai." 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader

[priorireverte]

Congratulations Clementine!

Your application for Hannah Abbott has been accepted. I so love seeing people take on Trio characters because in a lot of ways they’re so new to me, having a mostly Marauders background, and it excites me to see what people make of them. You’ve done some great development on her already!

Please look to the checklist for the next steps and reach out if you have any questions!

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME & PRONOUNS: Clementine, she/her

TIMEZONE: AEDT / GMT+11

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Fairly active in the afternoons/evenings and on weekends.

ANYTHING ELSE: No triggers or anything. Experience-wise, I’ve been RPing on and off since I was about 17, almost exclusively in some form of HP-verse.

CHARACTER DETAILS

NAME: Hannah Abbott

BIRTHDATE: August 1st, 1980

DEATHDATE: N/A

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Hannah identifies as cisgender with she/her pronouns. In terms of her sexuality, she has always assumed that she is primarily attracted to men, because it is what she has, in her mind, deemed safe. Despite the more open and accepting nature of Wixen society, one of her Muggle mother’s sisters, who Hannah is extremely close to, lives with her female partner and Hannah has seen the way that Muggle society treats same-sex couples. This choice for Hannah, however, is heavily based on her own assumptions of what she should do, as she has rarely felt sexual attraction for anyone, needing a strong emotional connection with someone in order to do so. (She will eventually identify as demisexual, however, she has never come across that kind of terminology before / may not do so for a long time)

BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood (muggleborn mother, magic father)

HOUSE ALUMNI: Hufflepuff

OCCUPATION: Waitress at the Leaky Cauldron, works occasionally at a Muggle florist owned by her grandparents

FACECLAIM: Eliza Scanlen

CHARACTER BACKGROUND

POSTBELLUM

In the weeks after the war ended, Hannah chose to isolate herself back into the Muggle world as she struggled to come to terms with not only what they had won, but what they had lost along the way. Having to repeat her sixth year at Hogwarts would have been difficult enough for Hannah, but the added circumstances had left her with both physical and mental scars and she had been in no real place to assist with much of the rebuilding. Hannah, who cries and anything and everything, ended the war with barely a tear, as if it had all completely dried her up. She reentered Wixen society slowly - guided by friends who understood what they had all gone through and her determination to build her shattered family back together again. Getting a job at the Leaky was one of the best things she could have done for herself: it allowed her to not only be around other people once again but to see the ways in which society could grow and thrive after a war.

Hannah has no real regrets about her actions and involvement during the war - she could not live with herself if she hadn’t fought. Her fight began when they first took Cedric from them, and it only continued when they took her mother too. She chose to put all her fears and worries behind her until the war was done, and that was when she could collapse.

Despite all her progress, the news of the Returned set Hannah back once more. No matter how hard she tries to cut down her own hope, she opens the Prophet every day, desperate to find the name ‘Abbott’ on the list. Logically, Hannah knows it’s near to impossible - her mother was a Muggle, no matter that she loved a wizard, that her children were magic. But deep in her heart, all Hannah wants is to be able to see and touch her mother once more.

PERSONALITY

Hannah is generally a bright and cheerful person - she has a smile and a wave for everyone who enters the Leaky and is often found deep in conversation with the regulars. She has a knack for names and faces, and it was her decision to fill the back alley with pots and planters, spending her breaks with her knuckles deep in soil. Hannah is a quiet listener and while she can babble when nervous, she knows that sometimes silence is the best response.

On the flip-side, however, despite her outward appearance of calm, inside Hannah is a permanent mess of anxiety and panic. She can be remarkably high-strung despite her patience and she often requires validation and reassurance - when younger, she was happy to follow along with the thoughts and actions of others: her independence seemed to come later. Hannah is an easy crier: tears for frustration and stress and panic, tears of sympathy and laughter. When flustered, she becomes clumsy, which often results in a cycle of more panic and usually ends with something broken. Hannah struggles with looking after and caring for herself, often choosing to take care of others instead.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY

Hannah was born to a pureblooded father and a Muggleborn mother, leading her to spend most of her life split between both worlds. Her parents were quite adept at sheltering her from the judgement of other families - particularly those who believed her father had ‘tainted’ the bloodline, however, Hannah soon began to realise that not everyone was as accepting as she had believed. Her parents really pushed for Hannah to be as accepting and as loyal as she could be: they instilled a heavy focus on just being kind to others, something that was not difficult for their quiet daughter. The Abbotts were unable to have any more children after Hannah, and so she was completely doted upon by both sides of her family. Hannah was exceptionally close to her mother and her mother’s side of the family, having spent many summers growing up, pottering around on her grandparents’ farm.

Her mother was murdered during Hannah’s sixth year at Hogwarts, in a targetted attack. While the family will not openly discuss it, Hannah has come to understand that the intention had been to warn her father from not only continuing to outwardly express his pro-Muggle views at the Ministry but from attempting to use his influence to halt the corrupt ongoings. As a result, her father completely shut down, shuttling Hannah to her grandparents’ in a cloud of grief and guilt, and she barely saw him for the remainder of the year. After the war, when her father realised he could have lost the last of his family, they slowly came back together. The Abbott’s healing is slow, but gradual, and Hannah knows that patience is what they need right now.

HISTORY

Before the start of the war, Hannah was three things: patient, uncertain, happy. Before the end of the war, she was three different things: angry, broken, determined. At once she was almost two Hannahs: the Hannah who cried during her OWLs, who spent her free time in the greenhouses, who smiled at the first years and made stupid jokes to cheer them up. And she was also the Hannah who sobbed at the loss of Cedric, who buckled under the weight of being prefect, of knowing their whole house was grieving and it was she and Ernie they would look to. The Hannah who lost her best friend and herself when her mother died, and didn’t know when she would ever get herself back.

Hannah finds herself carrying these things with her: every tear, every panic attack, every story she’s ever listened to. And, more than anything, she wants to prove that Hufllepuffs are more: more than just Cedric being killed and tossed to the side, more than just “that other house”, the spares and the leftovers. She is driven by the need to show that being hard-working and patient and loyal and true is sometimes just as important as being brave or wise or cunning.

OOC EXPLORATION

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

This RP was recommended to me by some friends I have RPed with in the past / am currently RPing with. I think I’m looking most forward to playing a trio-era character in a different time of their life to anything I’ve played before - my usual characters have either been Marauders-Era or a recent foray into middle-aged trio.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Here are some hcs I wrote like…six years back? And here is a pinterest board because that is who I am as a person :)

#prioriacceptance #hannah abbott

[discoveringenterprise]

“RYAN WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO?!” and other shit you might wonder

First off: I am so sorry for disappearing off of the face of the earth oh my god

Second off: I’m going on an indefinite hiatus as of Sundayish. Yes, you read that right, an indefinite hiatus. All the content on the blog will stay for our enjoyment, and I fully authorize use of my gifs anywhere and everywehre

Third off: if you’re struggling rn, shit gets better, PLEASE trust me on this.

TLDR of this post; I got better, so can you, and I’m heading out.

ENT GC: let me know if you want admin. Do what you want with the blog, and if you wanna make a new group chat, please do so since I won’t be around to add people.

How can I contact you/get your contact info before you go? Dallyn and Daphne have my contact info so if you ever need to reach me and I’m gone... yeah. Like I said, I’ll be heading out Sundayish, so I’ll periodically log in here if you wanna talk to me/get my info before I go.

What’s your actual name? That... that’s a long story, too. LMAO. Especially if you know me. DM me for the story if you know me.

Why are you leaving? So, as you guys know, I started college, which is completely and utterly whack. Everything is changed, everything is different and I have friends now? Like, WTF. I’ve been so wrapped up in work it took me forever to get on here after Dallyn texted me “your account got hacked” so... oops. I let everyone into the ent gc (oh my GOD i look back at that and have a love/hate relationship with it!) and let me know if you figure out a way to make admins on it??? I’m confused AF.

I’m going to be focusing off college and staying off Tumblr for a while. It was 2 am technically today and I was reading all my old posts like “jfc I was so depressed???” and now I’m just... not. I made friends, real friends, over the summer. People who understand and get it (and yes some of them are ent stans.)

Why did you disappear in May and why are you leaving again? Shortly put, and I don’t mean to sound mean, I made real friends. Real as in I will physically interact with them in real life (aka college friends). I kind of weaned off Tumblr slowly, and only kept going back for the ent gc (I LOVE YOU GUYS THOUGH!!!). And it kinda became a drag.

When I came back to Tumblr, it was like late January and early February. I’d just got out of the Instagram rping world and was so tempted to start one here, but I was scared and intimidated, and I’m glad I didn’t. Breaking off rp was the best thing I’d ever done for myself, and the best thing that this toxic girl ever did for me. My shitty mental health had been kinda dependent on this rp, it’s hard to explain, but I was being a jerk and kinda had been since freshman year with projecting my feelings onto my character’s and blurring the lines far too much between me and her. She was (and is!) still hella overpowered, hella perfect, and something that would absolutely never happen in canon.

Honestly, this whole situation was basically the lyrics to the song Clarity ft. Foxes by Zedd. I love that song, go give it a listen.

Point being, I got myself off of that once I realized. The problem had started in January 2017, ran through October 2017, and then took a hiatus until junior year but only started to really manifest itself in February 2019. And honestly, mainly when school started back, in September/October 2019 and lasted until January 4 when she and I had our last fight. (She messaged me again, later- here- and since making that post, we’ve ended things on neutral terms.)

So I came here. Tumblr. I’d been here in 2017 right after the OTHER rp ended, and I think Tumblr became my new outlet then, too. I was a baby in the middle of my freshman year then. And then there I was, coming full circle. As a senior in high school. I read all of my old posts about how I’d never make it, and there I was. I’d made it. The end of HS was in sight.

I straight up vibed through all of May. Now, I was slowly making friends in college already, but it only really took off in April and May, which is when I left. I focused more on those, building those connections. I loved you guys on Tumblr, I still do, but I was definitely going to meet these college friends. And as I pulled my head out of Tumblr, I got a job, an actual paying job , in June- and I was already gone.

As I looked back on my posts last night/this morning I was thinking “oh my GOD what the fuck” because jfc, Tumblr had turned into the place where I vented. And then as I got through the months, I became happier. The pandemic was around, duh, and I didn’t have as much school stressing me out, there wasn’t as much craziness around. I was free, I didn’t have people from high school to deal with, and I got better on my own.

YEAH, I was talking to a college guy. And yeah, that was nice, but it was more of a side thing. He was my friend, and he played me, but I learned to be myself. Learned to love Enterprise wildly and give absolutely no fucks.

And it is oh so nice to give zero fucks. It’s an amazing feeling. I hope everyone gets there someday. And yeah, I’ve had moments where people don’t like me, and moments where I’ve felt down, depressed. That’s not saying life is always perfect 100% of the time.

But what I’m trying to say is: it gets better. And to me, Tumblr was like a crutch. Sometimes you need it to help you stand, but when you think you always need it, and can stand on your own, that’s where the problem is. In May, I became confident enough to let the crutch go. And I’m thankful that I did that.

I still love you guys, everyone reading this post, the people that know me and are going to miss me. It’s not that I hate this website or anything- I just stopped using it as a crutch, you know?

Where can I read this crazy fanfic? DM me, haha. It’s the classic “self-insert but NOT a self-insert” fanfiction originating form a fifth grade idea, reformatted by my depressed fourteen-year-old self. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. Yes, it’s Star Trek.

I also have one for the girl’s relative, too, which IMO is much better. She’s less overpowered, more of a real human being.

So why mention the fanfic and RP? It’s weird; I’ve come full circle. I wanted to be this perfect girl, and then I planned how she’d finish her story (and I’m finishing it. I am, I promise, because she’s a part of me that I wouldn’t trade for anything). As I’ve taken a break from the E/AP-verse (my public nickname for it haha, someone found out here) I’ve realized again, I came full circle.

All I wanted back then was to be happy and I thought a guy would do it. Popularity, a bunch of friends, a “hot body” (btw FUCK BODY SHAMING and you’re all perfect) and all that BS that the media tells you. What really gives you happiness (or at least me)? Confidence. The fact that I know I have friends I can count on here. Yeah, a relationship is nice, but complete yourself before you get into one.

And when I planned my OC’s ending back in February, that’s what she got. She’s married in my head now, to her (and my!) perfect guy, but the important part is that she’s happy, and she’s herself before she got married. Before she got in her relationship.

So, yeah. I think that covers it. In all honesty, if you have more questions, send them to the ask box and I’ll tag them and all this as “ry’s goodbye” and update my nav page. It’s 12:39 AM so please excuse any typos!

Bye, guys. For now, at least.

I love you.

#ry's goodbye

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Blue Heated Flames Part 3: Heat of demons||

Hi , time for another drabble but it's part 3 from Blue heated flames. If you wanna read the first one, just click here. If you wanna read the second one, click here. I hope you dears like this one too as the others that was written or on this blog. So what do we have for this one today?

||Drabble Summary||

After getting some advice from Kali, Ink now gets some idea on how to help Rin with his heat. So, that night, she goes to find him again. Determined to help him fully to his heat. But when getting there, Rin seems really out of it. What could have happened? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Demon heat NSFW

~Mating/Marking will be present

~Rough NSFW is present

||Guests in drabble||

Rin okumura and Yukio okumura are from the anime and manga Ao no Exorcist but they also belong to me due to rping as them as muses

Van Ink the dragon belongs to my rp partner/friend @demon-blood-youths

((Note: Grammar mistakes and errors are present on this drabble but this is written for fun. Thanks for understanding and enjoy reading.))

~~Timeskip: Later that evening~~

Ink was able to get some time to think after getting used to the information given to her with the advice as well. She was ready to go and find Rin to help him out with his demon heat. She was nervous or still is, knowing this is all new to her.

She was close to where he was staying from when she found him, looking about seeing the building but the lights were dimmed down. Yeah, he's still here. "Hold on Rin I'm going to help you this time and I hope I can do just that." She goes ahead to enter inside with the help of a key and walks through. The door closes behind her and locks thanks to some demon energy.

Ink was here but she had no idea what she will walk into or to say, she'll be tired by tomorrow morning. She walked through the living room, wondering if Rin was still here. Everything was still off but the lights were on.

"Rin? Rin, you still here?" she calls out for him and keeps a ear out to hear for his voice. She goes to look in the kitchen; he's not there. She tries the other rooms on the first floor; he's not in either of them. The bathroom; well she knocked but the door was open so no. He was not in the backyard and not in the living room or dining room.

If he was not there then that means..

"He's upstairs." she looks to the stairs and begins heading up to find him. She just hopes he's alright while he was alone. Or at least hoping his heat was not too bad on him. She gets to the top of the stairs and looks to wonder if he still really was here.

"Rin?" she looks around to wonder if he's in the rooms but as she steps forward, she heard some noise and a groan from one of the rooms. Was that him? She walks over to the room where she heard the noise and saw it was open. She slowly walks over and takes a peek but as she did, her eyes widen to see what is inside.

Rin was indeed inside but he was sitting up on his knees. His hips was shaking, stroking himself as he seems to have came a few times. His tail was swaying left and right, his face was coated in sweat like his body. His own blue flames was seen on his head and on his body but he was clawing the pillow to rip it.

"Goorrrr.....ggnngggnnn...." He was pumping his length trying to feel some relief after he came only to still leak onto the sheets. It hurt a bit but it was due to him needed to breed someone. He even threw his head back to groan out and cums again hard as a white strings of cum hits the pillow as he came. He groans panting out from the feeling but he lifts his hand showing the white mess.

"Haaa..hhhhaaaaa.." He looks seeing himself hard again but growls to start again wanting the heat to pass even if he was in a dazed. "Haaaa..hhaaaaa..I..Ink....Ink I miss you..I..n..need you..." he grumbles in a daze panting that he was quickening his hand just wanting to cum again.

He twitched to feel his hips buck feeling the length slick and wet while pre-cum was showing again. Even from all this, he didn't know a very shocked and flushed Ink was seeing and hearing this. She leans against the wall covering her mouth while blushing red. He was in heat alright and..he was thinking about her? Somehow, that left her feeling shy all of a sudden but..also a bit aroused?

"......" She didn't know why hearing the way he said that got her flushed but maybe it's due to his heat? She shook her head but remembers he was not himself due to the heat so she was going to help him. Taking a slow breath, she goes to knock but she slowly looks in seeing him.

"Rin?"

He stops moving his hand to look at the door hearing the voice but his eyes widen to see who it was. He looked dazed but knew it was Ink. Rin panted but he saw her nervous.

"W..what are you.d..doing here? I said you shouldn't-"

"I know but..you seem to be or look to be in pain. I wanted to help you Rin.." she said softly but he looks down feeling himself swelling wanting to mate with her but he didn't want to lose it. Not with her. Ink saw him groan in some pain that he looks to try calming down.

"Rin?"

"Ink, you really really shouldn't b..be here. Please, I will be fine..but you...." He winces from the heat but he saw Ink standing near but she gently sits down to reach for his hand to take it.

"I know I shouldn't be b..but..you look to be in pain. I wanna help you, Rin. Please, I don't like seeing you in this much pain." she saw him look down but she was blushing trying not to look down since he still was bare.

"......"

"I might not know much about demon heat but..I do wish to help you so please..at least let me help you." she said but Rin panted to grip the sheets that he looks trying to remain sane.

"Ink..I..I might not be able to control myself...and I don't want to..." He tries to speak only to feel something on his lips. Ink kissed him softly while he was shocked feeling worse. He didn't expect her to kiss him but she pulls back holding his cheeks.

"I don't care. If that's what it takes for you to feel better then please....go ahead. I won't let you suffer anymore. Please Rin.." she looks at him determined to help that she tries to kiss him again that he tense to grip her arms gently.

She felt the stronger hold to yelp being pulled into his lap and kissed deeply. Ink didn't move feeling this but she feels him kissing and touching her. His hand slipping under her shirt to feel her skin but Ink kept her eyes closed while letting him touch and kiss her till he stops panting.

"I..If It's too much..please st..stop me alright?" he asked but Ink shook her head to look at him.

"I will be fine, Rin. I'm strong remember? Just...don't hold back. Go all out to help with your heat."

He knew she was serious but he also knew this was going to be a long night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Heated panting was heard with the sound of skin clapping against skin. Ink was lowering her black messy hair since it was all over. Feeling Rin touching her chest squeezing but he was nipping against her shoulder as she whimpers from the touches.

He already had eaten her out along with pushing three fingers into her slowly. Rin didn't want to hurt her but he's already made her cum twice so far. He quickens his fingers hearing her crying out clawing the sheets again.

"R..Rin e..easy, I'm st..still recovering f..from the last orgasm I nuggh!!" she bit down on the pillow to tighten around his fingers. The heat around them was burning hotter and hotter that he panted still thrusting the fingers into her deeper and deeper. He still was hard wanting to finally pleasure the one he loved. He saw Ink panting trying to remain focused but she had no idea his heat made him like this.

"I'm sorry Ink, I can't help it. Your really wet down here. I can't hold it much longer.." He whispered still thrusting his fingers in as she moans out with eyes closed but he only sits up to keep moving his fingers that rub against her spot he found out a while ago. She yelps again louder getting wetter again that she felt a sudden burning going through her body while bucking her hips back slowly. She really was into it now but looks dazed.

"Mffmm mmmm mmmm ffnnmmm..." she was tightening around his fingers again but he keeps opening her up that she gasps to sit up. She moved her hips forward but Rin pulls them back not wanting her to run. This was way too hot for her to run like this.

"R..rin I c..can't nnmmmm I can't take i..it anymore...I think I'm going t..to." she tries to warn him but he slams his fingers in deep that she cries out loudly cumming suddenly in shock shaking. He feels her cumming again but he slowly pulls his fingers out seeing them soaking wet. He saw her panting trying to relax but he only moves in closer to hold her hips up.

They were shaking as he was holding her hip with one hand but holding his length in the other to rub against her. She whines feeling something hot touching her down there to look back at Rin. Her grey eyes were glowing with her face flushed pink. He blushed to see that but he heard her shivering again.

"R..rin..g..go ahead..i..it's alright....I w..want you t..to feel b..better..p..please..." she tries to move her hips but he keeps her still while moving against her. Rin only blushes worse that he stops rubbing against her to slowly push into her.

Rin groans from the sudden warmth while Ink gasped gripping the pillow to twitch. He didn't expect her to feel this warm and tight! It felt way too good!! He pushes his hips forward before he was fully deep inside. He twitched as she was tightening around him too.

"Mmmfffmmm....."

"S..so warm..." He mutters dazed but his tail was wrapped around her waist as he slowly pulls his hips back pulling out. She whimpers feeling that but yelps when he thrusts forward. He was trying to help her get used to this feeling while she was hiding her face in the pillow.

"Nmfff mmmmmm mmmmmm nnnnmmmmmm.."

"Haa hhaaa.." He keeps thrusting his hips forward but he slowly moves his hips to see Ink whining while feeling the movements. However, she knew he was being gentle with her that she looks back at him.

"Y..You don't..h..have to be easy o..on me...please you can go harder if you need to..I'll be okay Rin..just please go-Ahh!?" Ink looked shocked while moaning out to feel him going harder and faster while he growls tightening his tail around her slender waist.

However, he begins going harder that he held her hips up even more. He slams his hips down while Ink moans out. Her face was hidden by her black hair, taking in the pleasure of Rin's heat. He really was holding back that she was only feeling him getting deeper and harder that he lays above her.

"Ahhhhh!!! ahhhhhh R..rin! Rin h..harder! You can go harder!" she moans feeling him still going but he only still thrusts into her that he hears her crying out louder and louder. It felt weird but good at the same time, feeling him only going faster and harder. He was deep that she screams feeling some wetness running down her legs. However, he suddenly quickens his hips that Ink sits up screaming out to look up dazed but he keeps moving feeling her getting wetter and wetter.

He didn't know why but Rin only speeds up as the bed creaks thanks to it. Ink was gasping out but she was lowering her head into the pillow again biting it. Rin was strong but he was panting like a lost demon in his own lustful heat. He keeps her close that Ink panted twitching.

"R..Rin..I...again..It's.........." she tries to warn him but he lowers down to suddenly growl against her ear making her shake. He was panting to suddenly snap his hips forward.

"Please be my m..mate, Ink. Please be my mate..I can't think of my life without in in..in it. So please...please be mine." he begs still thrusting growing close that Ink blushes to suddenly moan again feeling him pounding again.

"Ahhh ahhhhh HAAAA!!"

"Ink..I..Ink...w..will you?" He didn't slow his hips down but he sees her shaking to look up drooling from her body aching in need for him. More and more that it burns her from the pit of her stomach.

"Ahhhh ahhh Y...Yes...Yes I'll be yours j..just please..please..." she tries to beg for more but feels Rin nuzzle in between her neck and shoulder before suddenly biting her shoulder. She hisses from the sting but he was marking her as his. He snaps his hips to suddenly cum as she whines ripping the pillow feeling that. He only grinds against her but he didn't stop while blue flames burst from him but he felt her tightening as he lets her shoulder go.

He panted feeling that but he saw her turn her head to kiss him, shaking the heated moment before he deepens the kiss hearing her whine. She was his now. Finally all his that they break the kiss panting.

"A...ag..again..I..I need it again..." he begs but Ink shook to only buck her hips back.

"G..go ahead..I'm right here to help you R...rin..I'll be here till your h..heat goes away.." she whispered that he kisses her again before going again.

After a bit, he and her went at it crazy like rabbits in heat. His body laying down with her bouncing on his lap lost to the pleasure. However, she was moaning and gasping out because now his own heat got stronger when hers hits too. Two demons were now in the blue flames of pleasure but she did keep to her word; she would help Rin till his heat passes and he helps Ink with hers.

She even had the mating mark on her shoulder to prove that she was Rin's mate now and forever.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Blue heated flames Part 3 #Heat of demons #Van ink the dragon #Older Ink #rin okumura #older rin #demon-blood-youths #The fractions of NYC #peahen writer

[hoodoo12]

Model Behavior (5/5)

SFW. Barbara catches her husband and Beetlejuice in their quiet moment.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

I want to take another moment to thank the always fantastic @turtlepated for rping this little indulgence with me. You are simply the best. I can’t state that enough.  The person who played Barbara is no longer on tumblr that I am aware. 

@janitor-boy @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @thewolfisapartofmysoul @angelicspaceprince

Enjoy! `

After the serious conversation she had with Adam regarding their only other ghostly housemate, Barbara was admittedly worried. Not for anything changing between their marriage, no, no--but it was a growing concern for Beetlejuice. They all witnessed the exchange between the demon and his monstrous mother, Juno, and it was quite obvious that Beetlejuice was more than just  . . . well, some needy pervert. She had forgiven his past transgressions with the new understanding that he had his own traumas to go through. Centuries of them, from what she could tell. So she was curious to see how Adam had handled the situation, opening the door to the attic and calling out to her husband, 

"Adam? Are you still up here? I wanted to talk to you about--" but Barbara cut herself short, surprised by the current scene before her. 

An embarrassed pink flooded her cheeks as she searched for Adam's eyes, silently wondering if this was a bad time. Oh, she really hoped she hadn't ruined this moment…

He was right, this was some sort of trap! Somehow the Maitlands had set it up so he'd be stupid and vulnerable in front of Adam, and then Barbara would see it, and she scared him, she had this extra little strength when she was angry-- 

He tried to untangle himself from the embrace, tried to get up, tried to stammer an apology as well as a snarky, "Were you raised in a barn, learn to knock!" kind of comment and ended up panicking and freezing in place instead. Caught! A deer in headlights! 

No matter what kind of happy, solid marriage they had in life or death, finding her husband locked in an embrace with him was not going to go over well.

Rather uselessly, Adam gasped when he heard the door swing open and his wife's voice as she came into the room. Even though he was now dead, he could swear his heart gave a meaty thump of surprise in his chest when Barbara's words trailed off into stunned silence. Beetlejuice jumped against him, rigid as stone and just as still. His thoughts whizzing through his mind at a dizzying speed, Adam met Barbara's eyes over the specter's shoulder, raising his eyebrows and pulling his lips into a thin line. He cut his eyes toward the demon and back to her bewildered face, willing her to understand what she was seeing. 

He didn't drop his arms from around Beetlejuice, either, even as he felt the other ghost's arms trembling minutely against him as he glanced frantically back and forth between the two of them as though waiting for the explosion.

Beetlejuice couldn't see it, but he just knew any pink that might have sprouted in the roots of his hair when he was just getting relaxed with Adam wither and retreat. They were replaced with deep purples and blues, the colors of a bruise. That always felt heavy on his head. He wished he could disappear.

With wide eyes, Barbara nodded her understanding to Adam before she turned her gaze to the now changing colors of Beetlejuice's hair. Normally a vibrant green, she observed the what she thought was pink recede while it was replaced with deep purples and blues. She also didn't miss his shaking and the tense way he braced himself as if he were about to be struck. This broke Barbara's heart, a spark igniting her anger at Juno. But this wasn't the time. Her gaze softened and very slowly she made her way over to the two men, making sure to stand enough in Beej's peripheral that he could look over to see her. She leaned over slightly, giving Adam a sweet smile before addressing Beetlejuice. 

"You guys look pretty cozy . . . got room for one more?" The question was timid and open; no matter the answer, she wouldn't be mad. Still, maybe she should reinforce that. 

"It's okay if you don't want me too, but I certainly wouldn't mind a hug either," she finished with a motherly smile, hoping to comfort him instead of scare him more.

Adam flashed his wife an encouraging smile, turning his attention to the specter who had fallen deathly, uncharacteristically quiet. Beetlejuice looked positively petrified, eyes darting between the couple like a trapped animal eyeing its captors, expecting pain, and the stricken expression on his pallid face caused a twinge of deep sadness to squeeze Adam's chest. 

Schooling his voice carefully, keeping his tone light and casual and unconcerned, he attempted to soothe the demon's obvious unease. "Sounds great to me! The more the merrier, I always say! What about you, Beetlejuice?"

If he couldn't run, he could be small. The self proclaimed ghost with the most shrunk back as best he could into the cushions of the couch. 

With the sounds of his own inner dialogue making a racket in his ears, it took him a moment to not only hear but understand what the couple was saying. Barbara had come closer, but she wasn't screaming accusations or calling him names. Adam hadn't pushed him away. 

They were . . . good? With this? Barbara asked for a hug? Adam agreed? 

It was a lot to process and he finally unhooked an arm around Adam. His hand went to his mouth and he habitually he chewed his thumbnail, trying to make the pieces of this puzzle fit together. The couple had a slight air of expectation, awaiting his answer.Timidly, unsure of his own voice and who exactly decided to speak, he looked up at Barbara and croaked out, 

"W-would you like to s-s-sit, sit here," he indicated the open space beside him, "or next to Adam?"

Barbara's smile warmed graciously at his offer and she moved over to the to open space beside him, though not sitting yet. 

"Is it okay if I sit next to you, Beetlejuice . . .?" she queried. 

Sure, he offered the seat, but with his clear nervousness, she wanted to make sure he knew he was in control of this situation. His choices were the one that mattered. They were there to offer him comfort and if he chose to accept, they would gladly oblige.

Although his nail was still between his teeth, he nodded quickly.

"Thank you," she replied steadily, hoping to ease his worries by staying. She smoothed out her dress as she sat next to him, angling towards him more. Her eyes flitted over to Adam, before back to Beetlejuice. 

"Is it okay if I touch you? Can I give you a hug, too? Like Adam did . . . ?"

Mrs. Maitland sitting down made the cushion dip a little. She sat a little closer than he'd expected, angled so her knees were against his. It was burned into his memory that she'd almost ripped his arm out of socket, so he fretted a little, but she'd been calm and quiet so far, and that reassured him. 

And she'd asked about touching him too, just like her husband had! He filed that away for future use, because it seemed like something that people did. 

Adam still seemed comfortable, and not at all concerned he was going to grope his wife, so with that kind of encouragement, Beetlejuice took his hand out of his mouth, turned it palm side up, and held it out to Barbara.

Barbara's smile grew at his offer, laying the back of her hand against his palm. She made no move to grab at him, instead letting him get used to her touch. He really was acting like a cornered animal and despite the strong urge to wrap him in a blanket and mother him, she knew that would only frighten him.

This was promising! It still felt so strange to see the flamboyant, borderline-manic demon looking so cowed and jittery. Adam stretched out his arm across the back of the sofa, draping it across Beetlejuice's shoulders but curling his hand into Barbara's hair, letting the silky strands run through his fingers. He shifted closer, sitting flush against the demon's side. 

"You doing okay?" he gently asked the other ghost.

Her hand was smaller than her husband's. It fit well into his hand as he closed his fingers lightly around hers. Of course, he'd have said that Adam's hand fit well in his too. That was interesting . . . did everyone's feel like that? 

Beetlejuice jumped slightly and his back stiffened as he felt the pressure of an arm settling across his shoulders. From the corner of his eye he saw the familiar gesture between the two of them: hands in hair. It must feel nice, because they both did it. Gradually he relaxed again. That was much better, and the small beginnings of a smile touched his lips.

When Adam gently played with a few strands of her hair, a lighthearted giggle bubbled up from Barbara's throat before she met her husband's eyes. There was immeasurable adoration held in her gaze, but she broke it to check on the demon her. 

"How are you doing, Beetlejuice?" she wondered softly, giving his hand a light squeeze before leaving her hand lax again.

"I'm . . . g-good," he replied, with a soft stutter, still trying to take in having people voluntarily pressed to each side, an arm over his shoulder, and holding her hand. He wanted to catalogue it all and sear it into his memory to revisit. 

It occurred to him that maybe his answer didn't sound sincere, so he tried again. In a stronger voice, he repeated, "I'm good. How're you?" 

Internally he winced at his return question.

"Well, I am doing wonderful! Thank you for asking," came her cheery response, leaning over to playfully bump her shoulder with his. 

"What about you, honey? How are you feeling?" she addressed Adam next, offering a bright smile. Beetlejuice seemed to be relaxing. That was good. Maybe this would be the start of something better for him. Something better for them all.

His wife's sunny disposition never failed to make him smile, even in such an awkward situation as this. The sheepish demon sandwiched between them did appear to be loosening up, though the tiny stammer would indicate he was still a little unsure. 

"I'm right as rain!" Adam replied with a broad smile to the pair seated next to him, hoping to set Beetlejuice more at ease. "This is nice, isn't it? Just sitting together, vibin’, as Delia would say." 

He punctuated the remark with a swee-ing hand gesture that was supposed to look cool but would probably have made Lydia groan and roll her eyes.

"Oh, Adam!" Barbara chastised innocently, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head at him. Despite the light admonishment, she laughed and the bright smile returned to her lips.

He'd always seen the adoration the Maitlands had for each other from a distance, but now he was caught between them and it was glorious. Just being here made him warm and he could sit here forever, he thought. He sighed and more of the tension left his shoulders.

fin

#writing #fanfiction #rp #Beetlejuice #Adam Maitland #Barbara Maitland #soft

[j2-are-eternal]

I have been wanting to write something lengthy about Supernatural for a while now, I think today is the right day.

I got into the show relatively late, it's only been five years but its existence and the power that is J2 came at just the right time for me and feels no less powerful than if I had been a fan from the beginning. My life was at an extremely low ebb, it felt like everything that could happen to a person happened around that time and despite my being in a relationship at the time, I felt incredibly alone.

One night, I needed something different to watch to take my mind off of everything and watched the Pilot, I was hooked immediately and had found something to place my mind elsewhere. Soon after I wandered into the fandom and discovered Jared's AKF campaign, it couldn't have come at a better time. It felt like it was there just for me, a welcome into the fandom one could say.

I slowly made a few friends, I got back into rping and writing again, two things I had always loved to do but had fallen to the wayside as life and its struggles got in the way. I would like to say that things got better personally, they didn't but I kind of had my growing interest in Supernatural keeping me anchored.

What Supernatural has done for me is fuel my interest in writing, I have published 67 Supernatural/J2 since I started writing them five years ago. I also finished my first unrelated novel too. It could have been any show that inspired me but it wasn't, it was Supernatural and without it I don't know if I would be the same person today.

I've been so nonchalant about the show ending and I know that it's the right time for it but today I feel so sad and often tearful that something that has been instrumental in inspiring me, gifting me friends, the best role players I've ever rped with, a fuck ton of laughs and drama, two very beautiful young (ish) men and memories. So many amazing memories.

Sad today but happy to be here with everyone and our shared goodbyes.

#supernatural #goodbye supernatural #personal rambling #this could have been way longer

[fyrapartnersearch]

Looking for some sci-fi shenanigans!

Obligatory long post ahead warning: this post is quite long and I know it may be intimidating to some readers but please don’t let it put you off if you’d still like to rp with me :)

Hello ladies, gents and fellow rpers. After having a writing blast and seeing how I’ve got room for some more partners I’ve decided to come back in search of some partners who are interested in what I’m looking for.I’ve got a good ten or so odd years of rping experience under my belt but any potential partners do not necessarily have to have the same experience, they simply need to fit under these three things:

-third person only with correct spelling, grammar and punctuation.

- at least one small (no less than seven lines) paragraph per post as well as being willing to write more if the situation calls for it. Please do not contact me intending to give me only small paragraphs with each response as the above is simply the bare minimum I’ll accept if there’s not much going on in the rp that warrants a full paragraph.

-no one liners, one worders, script talk, poorly written sentences or just laziness in general.

This isn’t terribly much to ask for as picky as it sounds.

An important thing I shall mention is that NSFW (i don’t fade to black nor do I care when the smut happens. Just please don’t leave me once the smut has happened like lots of people seem to unfortunately do) and dark themes are a thing that occur in all my rp’s so I require you to at least be eighteen before you reach out to me. I will not accept anyone younger than 18 since I myself am in my early twenties. Underaged characters are also a no go as well. Please know that I’m in the eastern Australian time zone but almost any time zone Is compatible for me as I am awake at very odd hours. Another important thing I shall add is that you must be able to post at least once or more a day and if I don’t get any response after two weeks then I shall simply move on (only exception is if you notify me beforehand as to why you may not be able to post for a while. I’m not that vicious).

I only rp as male characters, as it’s simply my preference, I do MxM or FxM pairings. I will not double and I do not play multiple characters. I don’t do sub/dom dynamics when it comes to any aspect of the relationship. My characters are also non human (they’re aliens since this is a sci-fi rp after all) but what species your character is doesn’t matter to me at all as long as it’s not some god modded Mary Sue. Please remember that alien simply means a creature not from earth. Aliens can have fur, scales, feathers, etc, depending on where they come from. An alien with fur or scalies is not a furry or a scalie and please do not refer to them as such as it’s rude to label someone’s character as something they’re not. I will not write with someone who will insist that the theory of chimpanzees and humans unable to crossbreed should apply to hybrid characters regardless of whether they’re alien/alien or human/alien. This is fiction, not reality. Please also do not control my characters or dictate their actions. My characters are also premade and only have descriptions, I don’t do face claims or pics. I also do not care if you make a character up on the spot.

Please remember that this is a sci-fi rp and that I will not accept requests to do fandoms or any genre that doesn’t fit within the category of sci-fi. i will not accept a character that has no place in a sci-fi rp either like a dragon,harpy,demon, elf or some other fantasy creature.

First day on the job:

Everyone at the space academy remembers graduation day. The day where they became recognised as the very things they strived to be whether it’s a pilot, an engineer, mechanic, a simple Jack of all trades or even a commander if they worked hard enough. Everyone also remembers the few days after the big Moment as well. Days where one is expected to take to whatever rank they’ve had bestowed upon them almost immediately and the responsibilities that came with it as if they’d been born to do it from day one. Some things are easier said than done though, especially when trouble finds ways to manifest in forms that many would not suspect to be of any cause for concern.

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the newly graduated commander of a small crew. You are free to play as either a crew member of any rank or even a trouble making character like a criminal or something similar that gives my character a run for their money. Possibilities are endless)

Runaway royalty:

The life of a Royal was simple yet complex at the same time. They were weighed on hand and foot and never had to lift a finger to do anything provided there was a maid or servant nearby willing to do whatever task it was the royal had for them. They were expected to grow into decent, respectable leaders who could ruler a planet fairly without struggle. For many royals, they were content to follow this regularly repeating path of “destiny” that their ancestors had set them on. All but one it seems. What happens when a sheltered prince/princess takes their chance on the world beyond the walls of their castle for a chance to see the universe itself?

(Important point of notice: you will be playing the prince/princess. I’ll be playing the non Royal character they run into.)

Worlds apart:

War. War was a terrible thing that brought nations to their knees and saw many people lose their lives and freedom. Many people and aliens liked to think that all the major wars were over and done with, that they’d never have to relive the horrors that once fell upon them. To put it simply: if no one hears about bad happenings, then it’s not their problem that needs to be taken care of nor does it exist. Sadly, it does not seem to be the case for everyone. A stranger from a planet so far away that many do not believe it to exist turns up on the doorstep of an alien who is forced to realise that war could very well be just around the corner once more.

Forced:

“there’s no such thing as a bad person. Only bad choices.” Is a saying that is older than time itself. For many who are forced into a position where they have no other choice but to put their morals aside and do as they’re told, this is all too true. A space farer is captured by criminals and forced to choose between death or working as the criminals captain’s personal assistant. That means every order has to be obeyed and every rule must be followed or consequences will be dealt by force. As time passes and life go ons, the captured spacer starts to see his predicament in a different light.

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the captured spacer. You will be playing the captain.)

Forbidden romance:

aliens and humans are forbidden from associating with one another in any way that isn’t political. Whilst the two races have put aside enough of their differences to coexist in their own little pockets of space, not everyone is accepting of the idea that the two different species could live together as one, let alone ever simply just coexist peacefully together without insisting that alien planets and human planets are to be kept seperate. To trespass on the strictly human or alien occupied planets is a crime that few dare to commit. What starts out as a simple act of one sided rebellion and show of courage turns into an unanticipated adventure.

(Important point of notice, I shall be playing the alien. I’m open to this also being an alien X alien pairing.)

The hunter and the hunted:

bounty hunting was one of the few illegal professions in the galaxy that made any trouble you got into for participating in the act of killing or kidnapping someone for worth it depending on who it was you’d been given the task of tracking down. Many bounties were more profitable alive of course since it cut back on many of the legal troubles one could face if caught with a dead body. A galaxy renowned bounty hunter has been tasked with taking down one of the roughest and most wanted criminals known to man and alien with the orders to return them dead or alive. Will they succeed or fail like many before them have?

(Important point of notice: I shall be playing the criminal. You shall be playing the bounty hunter.)

Space criminals and the law:

humans and aliens have been living amongst each other side by side ever since humanity dared to venture beyond the Milky Way and made first contact with aliens. With the solar system no longer being man’s only playground other planets were quickly colonised under the new alliance between extraterrestrials and Homo sapiens. Whether you were an alien, human or a hybrid did not matter in the known galaxies. All that mattered was who you were. Not everyone took to the integration very well (there were numerous protests on both sides) but most people were willing to share in the hopes of peace. Not everyone had good intentions though……

Trouble in the alien kingdom:

the planet of (insert generic planet name here) was one of prosperity, hardship and wealth. The kingdom of (insert generic kingdom name here) was ruled by a king and a queen whose heir was betrothed to a rival planet in the hopes that a political marriage would prevent another war from happening. Only problem was that no one could see the rival planets true plans….all but one. Unfortunately no ones going to listen to a deranged commoner who probably may not even be telling the truth. What’s one to do when no one will listen?

Exile:

The wind howled as thunder crashed and shrieked all around the abandoned cargo ship. Rain pelted the metal hull, turning the ground into a cold, treacherously slippery and muddy shallow river. The ship itself had crashed into the planet countless centuries ago and was slowly being reclaimed by the environment. Plants grew from cracks in the floor as moss and vines decorated the walls. A figure sat miserably hunched in what was once the cockpit of the ship, their only shelter from the raging elements outside but not from the storm that raged inside of them. The figure leapt to their feet as the sounds of footsteps in the mud drew closer and they held their breath. Who would dare to venture out here on such a miserable night?

War of the worlds:

humans and aliens were never meant to coexist peacefully with one another. There was too much fear, Too much misinformation and too much bias on both sides for such a thing to have ever been successful. It was the humans fault that the war had started. They were the ones who’d shot down the alien ship that had been packed with specially chosen diplomats that represented each alien race known to the galaxies they dwelled in that had been on their way to earth to negotiate a truce and a plan for peace. They hadn’t even hesitated to shoot the ship full of aliens yet they’d been surprised when war had been declared on the spot. Two races. Two worlds so different yet the same fighting one another for what was either a mistake or intentional murder.

Rehab:

The UGWP alliance (unite the galaxies for the protection of all worlds and for peace alliance) portrayed themselves as calm, charismatic and kind men and women who held only the thoughts of a life together with all species living happily together. They advertised campaigns for inter species jobs, provided information to the public about human/alien interactions and encouraged diversity amongst planets. Their rehabilitation program for troublesome fellows was considered to be a god send to try and cut down on the amount of space related crimes. No one ever questioned what went on beyond the closed doors to the facility, if they did, the UGWP would have their darkest secrets revealed. Something they strove to keep under wraps. When the arrival of a particularly wild prisoner occurs, the threat of their first failure and first escaped prisoner is lurking around the corner.

(Important point of notice: in this rp idea I’d be playing said prisoner, I don’t mind if you choose to be one as well.)

Academy days:

the galaxy alliance and military defence force academy was one of the most respected training academies in the known galaxies. Men, women, aliens, humans and all of those who were in between went there to study, train and, one day if they passed the mentally, emotionally and physically gruelling years of tests, fly and be put in their own squadron. There were approximately six spots to fill on any team and the cadet who suited that spot the most would be given the title of pilot, squad leader, second in command, engineer, gunner and navigator. Each team was similar but unique in what they did. Not everyone gets along though and rivalries grow high during that delicate time between graduating and being put on a team. What happens when the top student and the lonesome outcast with a temper clashes?

Captured:

Space criminals have been around ever since advanced technology allowed others to travel and live in space as if they were living anywhere else. They’re often cunning, tricky to catch and more often than not are clever at disguising themselves whenever those wanted posters come up. It takes skill to be on the wrong side of space law and true talent to get away with it. The galaxy’s current most wanted man has finally been captured by an alliance captain and his crew. Will he beg for mercy? Will he be given a trial before being thrown into a cell to rot or will he be given a chance to turn himself around with some hard labour?

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the criminal for this one. You will be the alliance captain)

Enslaved:

imagine living the life of one of the most successful people on the run that could exist. Galaxies trembled at your name. You and your crew swam in wealth and the going was good. Mutiny, sadly and sometimes not sadly, exists on its own accord. One man reflected on this as he was forced to his feet. A collar attached to a chain and electromagnetic handcuffs prevented his escape as he stood for all those who cared to glance as they walked by in the market to see. No one wants to have their only life’s purpose to be to serve another……only sometimes people don’t get that choice.

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the slave/servant. You’ll be the master/mistress.)

Betrothed:

for as long as there has been civilisation and leaders, there has been arranged marriages. Arranged marriages, or betrothals as they were more often called, consisted of pairing two people together and making them get married in order to secure ties to another land or another planet. Political marriages benefited everyone but the married pair it always seemed. After all, you couldn’t possibly be happy being married to a complete and utter stranger? How does one who is betrothed build a life of love and prosperity when the one who bears the rings of their union is not the one who also bears their heart?

(Important point of notice: this can go two ways, either our characters are betrothed to each other or one character is betrothed. The idea has endless possibilities)

Invasion:

march 18th in the year of 6079 was the day that the aliens invaded earth. They’d been planning the take over for some time as they came prepared and easily took out Earth’s defence forces. No one knows exactly why the extraterrestrial beings from the outer worlds came to the humble blue and green planet the humans had existed on for millions of years nor did they seem to have any true intentions known other than conquering the planet and taking it for their own. This has led to the belief that all aliens must be the cruel monsters the humans stories have made them out to be. What happens when the actions of one alien puts that to the test?

(Important point of notice: I’m open to having this idea turned around and having the humans invade an alien world to take over.)

The chosen:

The galaxy alliance had chosen its newest crew to serve and protect the known galaxies. Five young cadets who’d graduated at the top of their classes and would hopefully mark the start of a new generation of spacers and heroes. The leader of the new crew has yet to be decided and tensions are high because of this. Can differences be put aside and acceptance shown? Or will nothing but chaos ensue?

The Walking wounded:

when one worked as a galaxy defence force member, they were on the frontline of everything. Every battle. Every loss. Every victory. Every struggle that the force went through they had to be there and follow the rules. You could not kill an unarmed person regardless of whether they were hostile or not. You could not turn down a plea for help even when there was reasons to suspect something was amiss. In simple terms: you simply couldn’t do anything that would make your morals be questioned. What happens when even the captain says to leave all those rules and everything you were taught by the door when faced with someone who seems to be the exception to the rule. What’s the right thing to do not by them but the entire galaxy?

Stowaway:

the galaxies were once a place of freedom and exploration. A place where you had no limits as to where you wanted to go. Now thanks to new laws, permits are required to access certain systems, quadrants and galaxies. Problem is, this permit is unobtainable by the average civilian so many have taken to learning the art of boarding another’s ship and hoping for the best. Discovery is more or less a matter of life and death. What happens when someone is unfortunate enough to be discovered?

Monster:

aliens. Aliens were terrifying beasts that were the monster in every bedtime story the humans told their children to keep them home at night. Many mothers wept when their sons and daughters applied to the space military in order to keep the extra terrestrial scum away from the galaxies they’d claimed as their own. When a human ship crashes on an alien world so far away from human civilisation it may as well not exist to the aliens and a crew member is found lost and alone by a wandering alien, will their fate be decided by a monster? Or a benevolent being?

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the alien in this scenario. I’m also open to the characters situations being swapped around so it’s the alien who crashes.)

On the run:

even on the most modern of planets, life on the lamb can be difficult. There’s authorities to avoid and even more rules to break in the game of survival. No one takes pity on those who have done wrong to the point that they have their face in the paper. Even if it’s not your fault will anyone give you shelter from the harsh cold winds of reality and a biased opinion. What happens when someone does take a chance on a poor wayfaring stranger? Will the wrong doer be turned in or given a new lease on life?

Disgraced:

when one entered the royal guard they took upon themselves an oath that bound them by blood and courage to the dedication of the protection of their king, queen and the kingdoms heirs. They were sworn to protect them from any harm whilst at the same time not allowed to use their position or power to hurt anyone else. When one breaks that oath, they are sent away in disgrace and branded as a traitor who must swear to never return. Life on the run changes people, sometimes for the better…..or for worse.

Space pirates and nobles:

space was a vast starry and endless sea that many voyaged across for the purpose of research, leisure or finding ones destiny. Like any real ocean, it was filled with dangers. The most feared of all was space pirates. Bands of blood thirsty cut throats and scandalous troublemakers whose sole pleasure in life was to steal, kill and take others prisoner against their will. Only pirates dare to do what other criminals would not. When a merchant ship is robbed by pirates what fate will befall the nobles onboard?

Healing wounds, growing love:

winter on the planet of malgor is one that is feared for its extreme weather. Snowstorms could appear out of nowhere and many a traveller had frozen to death whilst trying to make their way from one village to another. It was also a time where people were at their most vulnerable, relying on the winter harvest to feed every mouth that had been born and raised in the kingdom meant no mercy was spared for poor wayfaring strangers. When a kind soul finds a wounded outcast and decides to bring them home, they discover a threat that’s lurking just beyond the borders of their place of protection.

The knight and the heir:

royals could be spoilt. There was no denying that. A life of good food, wealth, the knowledge that they’d be pampered and weighed on hand and foot by servants was more than enough to turn even the most well mannered child into an insufferable brat. The knights tasked with the protection of the future royals knew this all too well. What happens when one particularly gruff, no nonsense knight refuses to bow to the whim of their future ruler and shows them what it means to be a true leader?

The last of a dying breed:

long ago, in a time when nobles, governments and space Pirates ruled the starry seas of space, there was a terrifying race of aliens that were considered to be the most dangerous creatures to have ever lived. When the great wars started up again due to rising tensions, the humans destroyed the planet these aliens lived on to ensure the battlefield was even. The aliens were furious at the death of an entire race and very quickly turned each and every human occupied planet into a warzone littered with their bases and encampments. Only in very small pockets of the universe does this war not exist. What happens when the last member of the species shows up on a small backwater planet?

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the alien who is the last of their kind, you are free to play as a human or the story can be made to suite a scenario where you are also an alien.)

Harden my heart:

once upon a time, there was two friends who were the best of friends that anyone could have ever seen. Two people who had each other’s backs through thick and thin. Two people who supported each other endlessly even if their morals weren’t entirely inline with each other’s. Two friends who swore to never leave each other’s sides. Alas with the time of great growing came changes, the two friends bond had severed and they’d gone their separate ways in life. What happens when they run into each other many years later?

(This idea is one open to brainstorming, anything is possible.)

captain on deck!:

captains weren’t meant to fall in love with their subordinates. They were supposed to be well refined leaders who only mingled with those of a similar status. They represented the people they worked for after all, therefore they had an image that had to be strictly maintained towards the public in order to not be disgraced in any form. Behind closed doors however…..feelings were allowed to be a little more free. Secret lovers were frowned upon but one could take the risk if they were careful. After all, the captains word was law.

yes sir!:

order.serve.fight.lead.mourn.sleep.eat.rethink your life choices and repeat. Such was the ways of a military lifestyle on a world where war seemed to be a permanent occurrence and the leaders of every world trying their best to outspite one another with their relentless attacks that it made one think of how they could improve the boring daily routine they endured each and every day. In the army, you have to be tough if you want to be a leader. You had to be charismatic, strong, cold, incapable of doing anything that would sway you to possibly turn the other cheek and let your comrades be hurt. However, even the most stoic and battle hardened leaders can get lonely despite the fact that attachments to ones comrades outside of anything but friendship are forbidden by an unspoken law.

I need you:

space is a cruel mistress to even those who are experienced with charting her waters. Space, although beautiful, is often the grave of many brave explorers, soldiers and other space faring strangers. When a stranger comes to scavenge parts from a newly crashed ship in the hopes of finding something useful, they come across a familiar face. Old feelings stir and clash with one another when the crash’s survivor awakens and finds out who their rescuer is.

Sooooo….. about those pairings. What has two stars next to it is what I’m going to play if we choose the scenario:

1: enemies to lovers or rivals.

2: **captured criminal** x prison guard or other prisoner.

3: two soldiers from seperate sides falling in love.

4: **academies bad boy/outcast** x top student

5: **low ranking ship crew member/second in command/captured space criminal** x captain.

6: **commoner/rogue/knight/street rat** x prince/princess/king/queen

7: **slave/servant** x master

8: army superior x **lower ranking soldier**

9: married person X unmarried person

10: stowaway x captain

11: nurse x **injured soldier**

12: human x **alien**

PLEASE DO NOT APPROACH ME IF:

1: YOU GHOST AT THE DROP OF A HAT.

2: YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO PUT EFFORT IN TO MEET MY REQUIREMENTS.

I’m open to discussing and potentially mixing these ideas up till we get something that we both like. If you want to learn more about a certain idea tell me the name and I shall expand on it.

The only platforms I rp on are discord,telegram and google hangouts. I will not rp on any other platform other than the ones listed. If you do not have any of those then unfortunately we cannot rp. When you reach out to me requesting for an rp via one of the below platforms In the opening message tell me what idea you liked, why you liked it, give me a little introduction about you and you must put 123 somewhere in your message so that I know you’ve read all of my post, don’t just put “hi wanna rp”. Make it interesting.

My contacts

Discord: crankypurplespacecat#6187

My telegram: Tiberionwars

My hangouts: [email protected]

I look forwards to meeting potential partners.

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Love & War

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to my beloved rp partner @uldren-sov​! The cool thing is that our RP anniversary is also our friendship anniversary since we like started talking on May 11th and literally just... started RPing hours afterward. Something like that. Anyway, it’s been three years since I’ve known you and I wish I could explain how much how our ships, our stories, and our friendship means to me. I cherish you so, so much and what we’ve created over these three years. I look forward to hopefully creating, exploring new and old stories and dynamics with you. ILYSM 🥺💞

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Evelyn and Evacios \ Warning for descriptive violence! 

I probably should’ve done fluff but this piece I never finished writing back in ‘19 when Evelyn finally gets a piece of Evacios was stuck in my head so I wanted to finish it! 

Takes place after @uldren-sov​‘s written pieces: here and here. If you want some context.

In the still midnight metropolis of Coronet City, something about this place reminded Evelyn of home. The city's lights illuminated the dark streets and alleyways and from some abandoned building's rooftop she stood upon Evelyn couldn't help but savor the view. Only for a moment though before a sensor disturbance alerted her, pulling up on the interface of her armored helm.

Movement. Only a few feet away. It was time.

Her target was near and with a bounty on this Twi'lek's back, Evelyn could only suspect company of some kind to interfere. The young Twi'lek was a brilliant scientist, already formulating some of the most capable weaponry – something every side of this war wanted. However, he was foolish; motivated purely by greed. He had been keeping the Republic, some blackmarket dealers and the Empire on their toes for the largest bid but the Empire grew tired of waiting. Playing his game. Being an option. Now it was Evelyn's turn to simply take what was owed before anyone else could get a hold of it.

She watched, undetectable, from above as the Twi'lek came into view between two large circular structures below. Her stealth gen's technology bounced and bent light off her frame, allowing her movements near invisible to the naked eye. Especially from a distance. A low hum of adrenaline coursed up her spine as she began to follow him along the rooftop. Just a few more steps until she'd drop below and...

The Twi'lek stopped abruptly and she stilled. She watched him raise his hands slowly over his head in surrender. Behind him Evelyn could barely catch a figure shrouded in shadow. With a subtle gesture of her fingertips, her visor's holodisplay zoomed in towards the scene unfolding below. Identification scans littered across her screen on the Twi'lek but nothing on the stranger yet. Damn. Evelyn wished she had bugged her target prior to this, she might've been lucky with voice recognition.

The figure stepped from the shadows then, blaster pistol trained steadily on the Twi'leks back. Evelyn's visor didn't even recognize the movement, almost as if the individual was a void in its system. Any tech advanced enough to trick and distort identification scanners meant whoever it was below was no ordinary opponent. In fact..

Her heart began to race at the thought. Could it be?

With their armor sleek, black and fitted tightly to a masculine frame. It wasn't HOUND armor she recognized, no, perhaps it was modified. Newer. Refined. And more often than not she trusted her instinct and it knew that ass from any part of the galaxy.

Evacios.

A flood of potent rage surged through Evelyn. Her hands tightened into fists as her holodisplay signaled an increase spike in her vitals. His name left a bitter taste in her mouth despite the fondness that lingered deeply burrowed in her heart. The memories all came flooding back to her. His sudden disappearance after Jigani Port, their confrontation on Nar Shaddaa in her attempt to chase down answers, only for him to leave her winded and wounded. She never gave up tracking his whereabouts and knowing Evacios as well as she did, she knew he had done the same. This was no fate by the Force or pure coincidence.

She pulled out her blaster pistol and let out a slow breath. Whatever the Empire felt they were owed was nothing to her anymore. She would take what was hers now: revenge.

It was a reeling six-story drop to the scene below but for Evelyn there was no hesitance as she stepped forward over its edge and let gravity drop her. Plummeting towards the ground in eerie silence, she counted... three... two... a quick flick of her eyes on her holodisplay engaged the compact jets on the back of her armor. Once she found her footing on solid ground she disabled both her jets and stealth, training her pistol on the Twi'lek's head.

She saw the wide-eyed fear in the Twi'lek's eyes at the realization he was cornered. If only he knew he was simply in the way. “Don't kill me- you need me. Everything I know is-”

Evelyn fired a single silenced shot to his head, cutting the words right from the Twi'lek's mouth as he fell backwards. Evelyn paid his crumpled body on the floor no mind as she stared ahead, revealing her old partner in her sights now. Evacios wouldn't get what he wanted this time. Not from her, nor the Twi'lek. She'd make sure of that.

“Sentinel.” Her recognizable voice came through the voice filter of the helm. With one word, she revealed she knew perhaps more than he expected. It was his callsign within the Republic SIS and it proved she was bold enough to infiltrate and hack into Republic SIS and Imperial Intelligence's classified and encrypted databases to track him. Playing a role of double agent, she could nearly laugh at how suited it was for him considering his duplicitous nature. Despite tracing nearly every move he had made, every mission he had been deployed on from both sides it still never fit all the pieces of the puzzle she knew was missing. And deep down she also knew it would never quite explain the reason he had chosen to break her heart.

The circular panels' lights of gradient blues and pinks reflected off their armor as they stared each other down from their pistol sights. They both knew some long lost camaraderie wasn't going to get him out of this one and that she wasn't looking for answers like in Nar Shaddaa. With a steely grip on her trigger and an icy stare, she waited for Evacios to make the first move this time.

Evacios fired a shot and she twisted to duck behind the circular panel's cover beside her. Wasting no time she then engaged her jets, using it as a boost of speed forward to close the distance. Another shot fired by him when he caught her between the opening of the panels, this time ricocheting off her armor. With the momentum gathered she disengaged her jets at just the right moment and ducked low, sliding towards his legs to twist his ankles and pull him down to the ground with her when he tried to dodge.

Evelyn, now on her side, fired an aimed shot at his mass but even his own armor ricocheted the bullet. It didn't stop her from letting out a frustrated growl as she shot twice more, anything to distract him as she then tried to pull out her knife. Evacios was just as quick though, kicking her leg away from the vibroblade holster she was reaching for and scrambling above her to pin her down with his weight. Another shot fired and hit the glass panel in the midst of them struggling for a few moments to get an angle on each other. Kicks and punches were thrown until Evelyn was finally able to find just the right opening and time to pull out a vibroblade and drive it into nanomesh fabric then skin between his armor at his shoulder.

She listened to the groan of pain muffled behind the helm and she couldn't help but smile at the sound. How she delighted in hearing him suffer after what he's done to her. But both of them were trained soldiers and agents, and she knew she had to do more than get one successful blow to win this fight.

It was a lot of back of forth to try and gain an advantage over one another. There was a point he slammed her into the glass structure, breaking a crack open into her helm as her holodisplay cracked and stuttered across her vision. He had managed to push her up into the glass as it pierced across and dug into her skin. Only for her to slam that same cracked helm of hers into his behind her, revealing a fiercely knitted brow and striking golden eye when she managed to maneuver out of his grip and face him once more.

Back during their training, Evacios was careful and deliberate to make sure he was not the target of her fury when it came to it. He had known better to have her on his side than not, and it was tonight, as Evelyn found her final opening with a vibroblade into his gut, once more did she remind him again of this.

Evelyn stared him down with disdain even if he couldn’t see it. She pushed her weight onto him into the structure, grip still held tightly to the vibroblade in his flesh. Evacios, an ever-opportunist, managed to dig his last surprise blade into her side. She growled with pain and kicked her knee into his chest to make him submit. Evelyn pulled the blade out from herself with her free hand and tossed it aside before she pressed a switch on the back of her helm. Her visor hissed open to reveal herself to him.

She was covered in sweat and blood.

"Get in my way again, Evacios, and I'll kill you." She breathed a promise, grey-blue eyes blown out wide and wild from adrenaline as she stared at him. That one golden eye remained unyielding as the pain slowly yet surely crept on him. The hand gripping the vibroblade felt hot, covered in thick substance and it's only as his blood begins to spill does her hold on her weapon fall tender, intimate. She reaches out to pull Evacios’ helmet off too and she takes in the sight of him for a moment before she gripped a handful of his sweaty, tousled auburn hair in a fistful.

She kisses Evacios immediately, full of aggression and possession as she claims her final prize from their battle. A heavy sigh leaves her as she pulled away from a kiss that dared to ignite a long lost flame she once held for him. No. She had other important matters to attend to.

A snarl pulled at the corner of her lips and as a parting gift she suddenly twisted the knife further into his gut. Golden eyes stared her down and his face barely hinted signs of struggle but she could hear his labored breathing. Years of pain tolerance, sheer will and training are keeping him from succumbing entirely but they both know its only a matter of time before he breaks.

She leaned forward daring to press the vibroblade further. She remembers the words he had uttered to her on Nar Shaddaa.

"Catch your breath, Evacios." She murmured into his ear, finalizing the inflicted wound with an agonizing turn in his flesh. She heard the crack in his facade, a huff of a pained breath and groan as she pushed his shoulders down to watch him sink to the floor. A trail of his blood following suit on the shattered panel glass behind him.

“And when you go crawling back to your new SIS friends you play with now," She activated her stealth but not before giving him a narrowed smirk. "Do tell them we've met. I'd love to meet them."

Both of them were battered, bloodied and bruised from their fight but it was him  this time around that was left alone, wounded and disposed of.

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