#but i'm so so so seriously considering putting it in my blogs rules and being like 'yo y'all. fr i'm so so so so sick i'm not ignoring you'

[edgeray]

“LATE NIGHT DEVIL, PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME

and never never never ever let go”- Teeth, 5 Seconds of Summer

Mafia AU! Arlecchino x Reader Oneshot

Author's Note: It's been a while since I've actually published anything on here. Well, my gay ass is back with another oneshot. This one has been in the works for at least a month. I'm considering making a Part 2, but that will definitely take at least a couple weeks for me to publish (if not months). I wish I was kidding. School literally hates me and my teachers are incessant on killing my GPA. This is also a gift for @megistusdiary because it'll be her birthday when I post this. Please go check out her blog for amazing genshin wlw content (especially Arlecchino content!) Would you guys like this on AO3 as well?

Content Warning/Info: This is a long af oneshot (6.3k words), long af descriptions and kinda long intro, Arlecchino is referred to with they/them pronouns, implied female but no usage of feminine pronouns for Reader, general dark-ish content, pet names, Arlecchino is a lil scary, I've never been to a club so I apologize for the very inaccurate information, nor have I ever been apart of the mafia so also inaccurate, a bit suggestive but otherwise sfw, if I'm missing anything feel free to tell me!

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Monsters are said to have lied underneath beds–waiting to ensnare an unknowing victim–or stalk hidden among the depths of a closet–awaiting an opportune moment to strike its next prey. Monsters are fabled entities that are used to scare off children from bad behavior and are quickly eased from the mind by coddling parents. The mere notion of a monster shooed away like a pesky fly, swept underneath the subconscious like forgotten specks of dirt. 

You know otherwise. Real monsters don’t lurk on the undersides of mattresses; no, they lurk both in the skies above and the depths below. They do not stalk dark closets because they instead stalk alleys in daylit streets. Monsters are very real, that you know is true since you’ve seen your fair share of them. You’ve met monsters in person–they’ve come to you before. Terrifying is an understatement for them, and each time one has appeared as a client, you’re no less scared shitless.

You’ve learned that even inhumane demons find themselves in need of entertainment; like the sinful creatures they are, they seek self-pleasure. And that is how you found yourself in this particular circle of hell, meant to serve and please demons, devils, and monsters alike. Perhaps it was a revolting job, working at a strip club run by a criminal organization but it paid decent money for being danced on the fingertips of whoever you were unfortunate enough to be assigned to.

If it was a regular strip club, being an exotic dancer would have been fine. It wouldn't be so bad. Lustful and prying eyes can be accustomed to quickly, and so are the flattering compliments and the awkward flirting by middle-aged married men. However, there was a difference between lecherous and predatory gazes. Here, you aren’t even viewed as a person, no, the clients here, those that come in reeking of smoke or blood (though sometimes both), armed with knives and guns on their person, see you as nothing more than a toy or prey for them. Even in the eyes of your employer, you're less than human in their eyes. 

‘You harm our merchandise, you’ll pay for it,’ is the warning given to every guest when they first enter. Merchandise. That's what you are. And that single line of words is the only thing that assures you of your safety among mafia members, gangsters, crooks, and whatnot. You've heard that the organization behind this strip club does well in enforcing that rule according to other dancers, but you personally don't want to see if the statement is true. You've been here for a little over a year, and besides bruising grips and pulled hair you’ve surprisingly yet to be seriously injured in any way. So maybe monsters do have a little humanity in them. 

You're quickly growing to be a fan favorite as of recently, which means more money goes your way, but you're not sure how you feel about all the attention on you. It's most likely because of how often you offer private dances and private rooms to clients. Whatever gets you the most money; the faster you make money the faster you can pay off your debt and be out of here. 

Tonight is supposed to be no different from other nights. You perform on stage, you rile up the crowd, you get showered in tips, and if there is a customer that looks mentally sane enough not to murder you in private, you take them to the back. Except, tonight, you're approached by your boss, who informs you that the entirety of the club was reserved by the Fatui, a well-known mafia more powerful and larger than the one that backs you up, for some celebration. These kinds of occurrences in the club rarely crop up, but when they do, they're often the most opportune time to bag in an abundant amount of money. Big shots like the Fatui pay and tip well, but there's one unsaid risk that comes with this: as a mere dancer like yourself, your life quite literally dangles in the Fatuis’ hands tonight. The organization that owns this establishment can't retaliate against the Fatuis if they so choose to dismiss the warning. They can't even compare to the might of the Fatui.

Simply put, if a Fatui kills you tonight, no one could do more besides bat their eyelashes. You're not at all pleased with this predicament of practically bordering on death, especially when you know one wrong move with one too hot-tempered Fatui could land you at the pearly gates. Keep pleasing the crowd, keep entertaining them, keep racking in the money, you remind yourself as you continue your dance, twirling around the pole sensually, and the customers devour every movement with their eyes. The only comfort you're given is that you've heard the Fatui are quite reasonable and diplomatic most of the time. This is especially true for the Harbingers, you've heard, the twelve most elite members that serve under the Tsaritsa, and the ones that are the most exclusive customers this night. That doesn't mean the Harbingers are any more humane than the average crook. Having worked in a strip club run by the mafia and surrounded by criminal organizations, the more rumored something is, the more dangerous it is. They can be considered devils amongst demons even. That's simply how vile they're supposed to be. 

The most concerning problem about the Harbingers is that you don’t know what they look like, only the occasional whisper has alluded to how to distinguish between the twelve. Perhaps, you can survive through the night if you try not to draw too much attention; let the other dancers shine instead and hope you don’t get requested for a private room or dance. That way, you can ensure you don’t end up dead. 

Your time to go upstage comes sooner than you’re prepared for. Your hands are clammy, and your form trembles in a way that only happened during your first month. Both reactions don’t make for a very good combination when your survival relies on you not fucking up and disappointing criminal customers. As you approach the pole, just like every time you’ve done, you make sure that the crowd’s gazes are in the backdrop of your mind, and instead, fixate on repeating the movements you’ve been taught and have mastered with your experience. Bet your survival on the provocative sway of your hips, the practiced showcase of your legs, and the allure of your dancing form. Beguile the crowd, but not too much, just enough to wow them. From what you can tell by the volume of the crowd, you’re doing a good job pleasing the Fatui enough. Your body stops tremoring after a few minutes on stage, and with one last final push of courage, you focus your eyes on the crowd before you.

Unsurprisingly, the makeup of the Fatui are men, though there are notably quite a few women. Either way, all of their attention is on you. As your eyes scan across a crowd, for one reason or another, you stop at a particular set of eyes near the back of the crowd. Intent, pitch-black abysses stare back, like they were trying to bore into your soul and devour every single motion of yours. They don’t quite hold the same ravenous desire as many of those before you right now, you mentally note with curiosity. It feels like your form is being calculated, in the way a predator would cautiously observe their next prey, a sensation you’ve experienced a few times, but each is no less chilling. The weight of their engrossed gaze causes you to shiver momentarily, and you snap away from their disturbing gaze to prevent any fumbling or faltering while you’re on stage. 

Tonight marks the first time you actively seek out the same viewer while on stage, or even, during your entire time here. For some reason, you feel awfully bold, or curious, whichever two comforts you more, and unlike the meek little rabbit you usually are, you instead search for the viewer’s gaze. You find the pair of eyes with relative ease, as you remember that above their eyes are distinctive snow-white strands with streaks as black as their orbs. You take a moment to study them, and they remind you of a lion–or lioness–among hyenas. The aura they exude varied quite a bit compared to the other Fatui in front of you: not rambunctious, or arrogant; it's apparent they held an aura of indomitable authority just from the way they held themselves. Perfect posture with their clasped hands nested in their lap, with one leg raised over the other. They’re an embodiment of perfected elegance, however, much like a porcelain doll, they’re also expressionless, their appearance unmarred. You don’t examine the Fatui’s form for much longer because their scrutiny on you pricks at your skin irritatedly. 

You don’t look for them again throughout your performance. In fact, you hope you never meet those charcoal pits again. You’re afraid that if you do, you’ll be ensnared by whatever beastly claws or fangs you know that Fatui hides underneath that impenetrable mask. The moment your time on stage ends, you rush back to the changing room to shake off your nerves. You sit down at a nearby chair, taking in deep sighs as you attempt to forget how you were stared down like a you were cornered, defenseless animal. And that is what you are, as much as you hate it. There’s nothing that can protect you from the Fatui. Maybe if you hide, never show your face for the rest of the night, they’ll forget they ever saw you and they’ll target another dancer. Surely, that will work, won’t it? 

You’re able to steady your breathing before you can delve into a panic attack. Tonight, you decide, you’re not going to take any customers to any private rooms or take any private dances. You’d be missing out on a lot of money, but your life is more of a priority as of currently; not after the ‘encounter’ with that individual, you don’t want to think about how many more are just like them, hiding in the crowd like they were awaiting an opportunity to pounce on your vulnerable form. 

Unfortunately, it seems like someone else has other plans for you because your manager storms into the room asking for your whereabouts before his eyes narrow on you. You immediately sit up, stiff as a board when he practically marches his way towards you. 

"Someone wants you." 

You sigh and shake your head. You should have known. "Not tonight." 

He clicks his tongue. "You know I can't allow that tonight." 

You bite your lip. "Just pass them to someone else." 

"They're not someone you or I can refuse." 

"Who?" You question with a shuddering breath, your nails digging into your thigh. 

"The fourth one. The Knave. Lord Arlecchino."

Fuck your life. You might as well pull the trigger now. You’ve heard faint whispers of each Harbinger from the customers audacious enough to speak of them. The youngest, the eleventh, charming and boyish. The ninth, money-obsessed but a pretty looker. The eighth, elegant and cold, yet no less alluring. The seventh, as human-like as their robotic creations, which to say isn’t very. The sixth, is hotheaded and mysterious. The fifth, unknown. And the fourth?

Insane. Ruthless. Bloodthirsty. That’s how the fourth is described. You shiver at the horrors that appear on the forefront of your mind when imagining what may come for you. If you're lucky, you'll be alive at the end of the night, more than likely clinging to the edge of living. 

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get ready as soon as you can.” 

And you do. It’s not long until you stand in front of the private room’s door, your guest is already inside more than likely. The Fourth Harbinger is waiting, you remind yourself, fruitlessly trying to swallow down your stress. You can be dead the minute you step inside, this room could be marked as your grave. Whatever he tells you to do, you’ll obey wordlessly to survive. Just nod along, smile, and do whatever it is that he tells you regardless of the demand. You inhale deeply, regaining some ease of mind, before you bring your knuckles to the door, knocking. 

“Come in,” comes a deep, flat voice, slightly muffled by its distance but what surprises you is how feminine the Harbinger sounds. Maybe you got the wrong room. You glance back at the room number plate on the door, and it’s the room you remember your manager mentioning. It’s the right room. Maybe someone else? You don’t have time to wonder, however, as you enter the room, knowing that if it is the Fourth, it wouldn’t be wise to keep him (Her? Them? You’ll just stick with ‘them’ now.) waiting. 

“Lord Arlecchino?” You inquire as you enter the room, closing the door behind you. Sucking in a harsh inhale, you instantly recognize their distinct hair. It’s them. Your sight is immediately greeted by the figure sitting on the couch before you, sitting in exactly the same way you discovered them–crossed-legged and lounging back with unfaltering confidence. The Knave wears a scarlet blazer over a black compressed turtleneck, with a matching set of crimson leggings. Upon closer inspection, you’re able to make out red irises in their jet-black eyes. Despite the blatant and literal red flag, something about their appearance draws you in even when they scream danger. They’re… you’re not quite sure how to describe them. You admire the unblemished and pale skin, their elegant and rugged demeanor is like the perfect balance between femininity and masculinity. Are they beautiful, or are they handsome? You think both. 

Arlecchino stares back at you like they’re considering devouring you then and there. You can’t suppress the shudder that runs down your spine. You’re a sheep before a wolf. There’s something so chilling about them that even with your experience with other clients, none has ever made you feel this way with just their mere gaze alone. This is what separates the average crook from one of the most powerful mafia members you've ever heard of.

You wait for a response but they only continue to observe you. You take the silence as confirmation to your question and that they’re anticipating something from you. Biting back a sigh of resignation, your hands hook underneath the band of your bra top and you lift it just the slightest amount before a cutting voice makes you freeze.

“What are you doing?” the Harbinger demands, their tone chilling and apathetic, making you want to shrink in yourself immediately. Your blood pumps loudly in your ears and your hands tremble a bit. Something about how designing their gaze makes you suddenly self-aware in a way you’ve never felt before another client–you’re practically half-naked in front of them with your skimpy bra top, undergarments, and fishnets and now is the only moment that you've actually considered how little covering is on you. 

Why are they stopping you? Isn’t this what they wanted you to do? Or maybe they just want to do it themselves. Those types of customers always have the most bruising of grips and suffocating of holds. You stiffen at the notion. How are you going to survive this night with a Fatui Harbinger of all things? How many of your limbs are going to be fractured and how many of your bones are going to end up broken? 

“I…I’m undressing,” your meek voice sounds out and you hate the crack in your speech. The Harbinger continues to scrutinize you. You don’t dare continue disrobing yourself. 

There are several beats of wordless response before they then stand up from the couch. 

Oh shit. You’ve fucked up. Are they going to kill you now? Is this your end? 

Every thought is telling you to run in the opposite direction as they stalk up to you, but you're petrified as you realize with a chill that they’re taller than you. You’re not short by any means, a bit above average height, but they tower over you, looking down at you from above and casting judgment on you like a god. Once they stride toward you, you avoid eye contact by looking straight, observing their neck and clavicle that protrudes from underneath the fabric. You tense when they raise a hand, their manicured fingers placing themselves underneath your chin and long, carmine nails dig into the underside of your jaw, making you wince. They forcefully tilt your head, raising your focus onto their face. 

It’s like they plunged their hands down your throat and ripped out the oxygen from your lungs, leaving you unable to breathe. Up close, the first thing you notice is their lips, plump and red from their lipstick. Briefly, you wonder what color their lipstick would look on your skin. Then your eyes travel up, red-crossed eyes gaze back at you and you gape quietly at the distinct shape of their pupils. You swear that their pupils flash red as you finally lock eye contact with them. 

“Did I tell you to?” Their tone is cold compared to the strange softness of their handsome (beautiful?) face. 

Something in your gut coils inwardly and you want to look away, but their firm hold on your chin prevents you. You bite your bottom lip to repress a whimper. You’re delicate glass in their hands, and they can break you so, so easily. 

“No, sir.” Only the numerous times you’ve said this phrase ensures you don’t stumble over your words. They don’t answer promptly, but as they observe your features, their lips quirk up the slightest amount. 

“You know how to address me. Very good,” Arlecchino purrs after several beats of silence, in a low, oh-so-sultry tone, and oh. Oh. 

You’re not sure why, but their last two words make your stomach churn, but not in a discomforting way. In the way that lights a fire underneath your skin and spreads heat to every part of your body. You’ve never quite felt this way with another customer. You couldn’t believe that your body reacts this way just from a single praise but it doesn’t stop the pooling heat in your bowels. The chill down your spine still remains in place, but there’s an off-putting equilibrium of iciness and fervor generated from the client. 

The Fatui’s eyes stay fixated on you wordlessly until the hand on your chin turns your head, finally breaking you free of their intense behold. Their grip slackens so that they can trace their nails gently down your throat, every inch of surface their fingertips brush against ignites a blaze on your skin. A shuddering exhale leaves your lips and it seems like they take notice because from the corner of your eye, the small uptick of their mouth grows. Despite how sensual and probing the Harbinger’s touch feels, there’s nothing lecherous about it–purely just intrigue and fascination. It’s a touch you both have and never experienced before. Cold nails rake against your throat, not enough to mark or scratch, but enough to invoke shivers. 

You’re aware you should be terrified, but for a reason you can’t pin down, you can’t jerk away from their touch. You try to reason with yourself it was only because you’re one upset away from getting yourself killed but that reasoning falls apart when their hand gingerly traces your jawline and you make the softest of groans, a barely audible noise of content. Unfortunately for you, the sound seems to have reached Arlecchino’s ears and their expression softens slightly: their eyes narrow less and their brows aren’t as creased. And that smirk–if you could even call it that from how faint it is–becomes a half-smirk. 

They pull their hand away and your trance is broken, reality returning back to you as you remember that the person before you is still a Fatui Harbinger, no matter how bizarrely melting their touch was. They turn on their heel and walk towards the couch in front of you; the slightest bit of heaviness is placed on your heart. You remain stationary where you are, observing them as they seat themselves gracefully on the couch, and their attention encounters yours again. Their black pits hold expectancy in them. At first, you’re clueless as to what the criminal desires from you, but then their legs spread apart, an inviting gesture that beckons you and every rational thought leaves your easily swayed mind. Your heart skips a beat, and you're sure this time it's not out of trepidation. 

Even if you didn’t command them to, your legs would take you to their seating figure. You stand before them, feeling blatantly disrespectful to look down at Arlecchino, but you await their order. They lean back, lounging laxly against the couch, their posture never lacking their usual self-assurance. It only ties the knot in your gut tighter. You’re aware of what they’re instructing you to do, but the absent confirmation makes you hesitant. It seems like the Knave picks up on this because the room echoes with one definitive spouted word from their lips, authority and dominance ringing through their husky voice. 

“Sit.” 

Your legs buckle underneath you from the one-worded response, the demand only stoking the consuming fire inside you. Eager to please, you perch yourself on their lap, straddling them, your knees pressed into the furniture below you and encasing both of their thighs between your own. 

Oh, you think to yourself as your legs make contact with their thighs. They're firm. And for some reason, that provokes your stomach to churn in itself even more. You're so close to them, enough to feel their breath cascade against your skin. 

As you seat yourself, you nearly clumsily topple over, instinctively grasping onto their shoulders for support. Their shoulders are remarkably broad, you regard, well-muscled as well. Their hands creep up on your hips, steady but gentle hands grasping on each bare side of yours to stabilize you. The heat that radiates from their hands is infectious, regardless of the nails that burrow into your plush waist. For the first time, you flush considerably, a sweltering inferno forming in your cheeks and your head fills with dizziness. Their touch is gentle–something you rarely experience with customers–so, so gentle that you would describe it as heavenly. How can someone so inexplicably vile have heaven on their fingertips?

It's not a position you never found yourself in. In fact, it's far from the first time you've been like this with another client. But here, as you're sat on top of the Fatui Harbinger, and red x-pupils search yours, a foreign feeling passes through you. Placing your finger on it, you dubiously think it's bashfulness, but the heartbeat that sings in your ears and pulses underneath your fingertips tells you otherwise, tells you it's something more. Against that, you remove your grasp on their shoulders and place your palm flat against the couch’s surface behind the Knave. 

You squirm a bit, nervousness in your form as you remain as still as you possibly can, waiting for any more instructions. All you need to do is act like an obedient doll for them in order to survive; compliance is the best way of ensuring survival with people like these. You feel like you're merely eye candy from the way that their attention flits across your body, but you're immobile throughout the entirety of their observance. Being looked at is much better than any physical interaction. Their hands still cup your hips, but slowly, they descend to the side of your thighs, making your skin feel tingly. 

Impulsively, you mumble out a quiet "Sir…" as strange sensations brush against your skin. 

The sound surprises you and you feel on edge as their eyes travel from your lower half to your face. You gulp considerably. From their stare, they expect more of a response, a reason for their addressment, but even you don’t know yourself; it seems like an unconscious calling that just rolled off your tongue. You cow underneath their gaze, even when the two of you are at eye level. When you linger in quietude, their hand releases one of your thighs and lifts to your face, supporting your chin while their thumb rests on your bottom lip, unfurling it just the slightest amount to implore an answer from your now parted lips. Gleaming scarlet pupils grip your regard sternly, piercing into you and instilling you to spew something out. Except, you still can’t, now too entranced and lost in the crimson. 

“Doll.” 

Despite the pet name, it's devoid of any affection or warmth. It's a word that drips of command, a reminder of your place: simply a toy that they can play with however they want, a manipulated and decorated plaything for their amusement. That means you answer to them, and so when they request a response, you're under the obligation to please them. Your survival is in their palms anyway, if they wanted you to dance, you would just so they wouldn’t strangle the life out of you. 

However, its implication doesn’t prevent the tingling shudders that wrack your body nor the involuntary clenching of your thighs around theirs. Was it the gravelly voice that aroused your behavior? Your cheeks flare at the knowledge that Harbinger sensed the physical reaction. It shouldn't be possible. It shouldn't be possible, your thoughts repeat, but then they're interrupted by: 

"Oh?" Arlecchino inquires to themselves, a stark amusement in their speech. Their red glare illuminates slightly, replacing the lost darkening with a faint glow in their pupils, and the corner of their mouth curls up. It is only then that you discover something entirely new: that monsters can be sinfully, cataclysmically, terrifyingly beautiful and the sight before you is the most exquisite example. A devil has you wrapped in its claws and its fangs readied for devouring but it’s disguised as an ethereal angel; blinded by their perilous allure, you mistake their snow-white hair, their lustrous piercing rubies, their flawless porcelain skin, and their burning, fleeting touches as traits of a seraph. From a measly smirk, you forget the atrocities lying underneath their fingertips and dismiss the hazard their presence holds. 

The hand on your thigh rakes its fingers up, red nails trailing across the surface of your fishnet, wrenching out a breathy gasp from you as they travel inwards. Tingling pleasure injects into your veins as you subconsciously lean in, imploring for further sensual contact. A plea sits on your tongue and nests in your eyes as you beg them through your pitiful expression. They drink in your desperation with a slow swipe of their tongue over their lips, and that single action is debauched enough to elicit a soft groan from your throat.

“Well, aren’t you an amusing toy?” They drawl out with a preposing rasp and dark abysses glint with an insatiable hunger. 

They smirk enticingly, their thumb running across your bottom lip and smearing your lipstick on their thumb pad. Their grip on your chin tightens a bit, pulling you even closer to them before a shadow casts over you when their face nears. Before you can even fathom their intentions, they descend upon you, closing the distance between the two of you. Your lips are greeted with something pillowy soft and fervently warm, and you sharply inhale from the sensation. Every one of your nerves sings frenziedly, your muscles tense all over, and your heartbeat drums deafeningly in your ears–all of this as your body is engulfed in a fervid tornado of heat that makes you lightheaded with pleasure. It takes you several beats to realize the reason for this is that Lord Arlecchino, the Fourth Harbinger, the Knave is kissing–no, kissing is far too intimate, devouring–you voraciously like they're trying to rob you of any air, trying to imprint themselves on your mouth. Their mouth dominates yours, pushing against them with a deep fervor and famished urgency, eager to swallow every bit of shocked noise you make. 

You close your eyes and allow yourself to indulge. 

You first taste lipstick with a waxy flavor hitting your tastebuds. It’s cold against your lips, yet warm at the same time. But the physical texture and flavor of their lips are irrelevant; there’s only one true manner you would distinguish their taste: 

They taste like sin. 

The type of sin that’s chocolate coated and sprinkled with colorful toppings; depravity so sweet and charming it makes you reconsider the bounds of right and wrong. Degeneracy is far, far tastier than anything you’ve indulged in before. How can something so evil be so heavenly? Cushiony soft, placidly warm, flatteringly zealous, it’s like having a dance with a devil; so unequivocally immoral but no less gratifying. You question if they really belong to the Fatui because how can something like this come from such? You want to engrave the texture of their mouth onto your memory, feel this faux intimacy even when you’ve long parted. The Fourth Harbinger, you surmise as you surrend your will to them, is decadent–the only word that can be defined as both wicked and delectable at once–the perfect word to describe them. 

The last remaining bit of reasoning comes to the backdrop of your thoughts and begs you to not be swept away in the heavenly embrace. You discount it in favor of accepting this godsent gift by leaning further with a weak imitation of their ravishing lips and pressing back. It’s a feeble attempt to match their insatiate nature, far too domineering and forceful than you can manage but they display a token of appreciation when they squeeze your thigh, indenting your skin shallowly with the burrowing of their nails. The action exposes just how sensitive you’ve gone underneath their touch and you reward them with the sweetest of sounds. 

“Arlecchino,” you mumble with half-lidded dazed eyes in between ravenous exchanges and it evokes a depraved throaty growl from the Fatui, like provoking a call from a starving beast. They lean deeper to indulge in your taste. The gruff sound reaches your ears and it’s like a psalm–you shudder from its musical melody. 

Their clutch on your jaw releases and their fingers outline your jawline before snaking to the back of your head. Well-manicured digits entangle themselves in your hair, and there’s a gentle shove against your skull that forces you deeper into the kiss. Your hands clutch onto the couch underneath you as tight as you physically can for any sense of grounding and your knees attempt to close in even more to feel more of their body against yours. The hand on your leg, in turn, caresses the length of your thigh. 

Every graceful touch, stroke, and brush exudes an unyielding and infectious warmth that only adds to the stoking fire in your gut, and you’re bathed in so much swelter from the ecstasy that you feel dizzy. Yet, you never want it to end, you grow more addicted and drunk with each encounter of their lips. That, paired with your strained breathing, prompts your stamina to falter much sooner than the Harbinger’s. You let out a soft whine to signal your depleting oxygen, and their mouth unlatch with yours, pulling away despite your ache for more. With the separation comes a small string of saliva attached between the two of you, evidence of the shared intimacy that’s snapped when they lick their lips. The hand behind your head detangles from your hair and you silently mourn over the loss of contact. 

You heave for air, your chest rising and falling rapidly. You’re a little perturbed when you notice that they’re not even out of breath, a small but firm reminder that they’re as inhuman as humans can be. That knocks a sense of reality back into you. Customer, mafia, Fatui, Harbinger, it comes back to you like a train. Here you are swapping spit with them while in the lap of potentially the most dangerous criminal you could ever meet, but fuck were they a good kisser–you’ve never experienced anything that came close to this in your lifetime.

Any foolish doubtful contemplation of the morality of this interaction is swept away just like that when you hear:

“Greedy little thing that you are,” they regard with the most cunning and handsome of smiles, discrete amusement dripping from their words. Their dark pits behold you entirely, the same way they have always done when it seems like they were contemplating what part of you to savor the most. Only this time, you’re not so disturbed by the notion. If anything, the swirling heat in between your legs suggests the opposite.  

Greedy wasn't a word often associated with you, yet you couldn't more correctly describe yourself in that moment. Greedy. Greedy for a Fatui Harbinger no less. As ashamed as you should be, there's no use denying that you crave for their touch, for their gaze, for anything and everything they're willing to give you. You want everything and more. The more you contemplate, the more it seems obvious why you wouldn’t. Are they a devil disguised as an angel, or are they an angel that fell from grace? Regardless, they bring nirvana to you. An incessant desire bubbles inside you, your throat swelling up with an urgent request on the tip of your tongue. Would they allow such a thing if you plead? Would they be offended by your impudence? Would they punish you for such? But the necessity outweighs any reconsideration of your insolence and the supplicant beg tumbles out of your loose lips. 

“Can I… touch you please, my Lord?” You croak out, wincing at just how wretched it comes out. The response from them is not immediate as the two of you stew in silence, a building sense of dejection inside of you. The expression on their face noticeably contorts, smile lessening, their brows furrowing, and their red x’s glinting dimly. Their free hand raises to near your neck and you suck in a harsh breath as their fingers enclose around your throat. The mere action sends a stinging reminder to your lust-dazed thoughts about their position, and a chill pierces you. 

Mafia, Fatui, Harbinger, the Fourth Harbinger, the Knave–the labels cycle through your thoughts. Though their grip is lax, not exactly suffocating and giving ample space to breathe, their fingertips does acutely jab into your skin, a display of their impressive grip strength. You have no doubt that they can suffocate you with one hand alone, snap your neck, or, as your mind ventures into more harrowing territories, crush your skull. Those thoughts alone has you breathless with anticipation. A heavy weight suddenly appears in your gut, so heavy that you feel like you can’t move so much as a muscle. 

Did you just go too far? Was that too much to ask? Was this how you were going to die?

The reflex to gag and inhale combat each other in your throat, a discomforting sensation that crawls up your spine while you tremble. You’re almost certain that the nails have penetrated the layer of skin, drawing beads of blood that’ll trail down your mark. You whimper at the prickly pain. Yet, in all your unease, the most masochistic thought arrives briefly at the forefront, and you can’t help but consider: this position is just as intimate as all the other interactions. You’re already so vulnerable in their lap, does the hand around your neck change your peril in any way? No, you’ve been a defenseless lamb to a slaughter the moment you’ve stepped into the domain of a menacing wolf. 

Ah. Even now, you can’t dismiss the warmth of their fingertips. 

“Do you still want to touch me when I do this?” They demand callously, their voice harsh and reverberating through the room. Their grasp closes more around, and you feel your supply of oxygen inhibited. Tears begin to brim your eyes, but you’re undeterred. Unlike Arlecchino’s, your answer is instant and breathless. Your eyes intently lock on theirs, the hardened expression enough to satisfy their question. There’s no need for contemplation. Danger, you determine, is addicting. 

“Yes.”

The previously small smile stretches across their lips considerably. Content, or dare you say it, thrill writes itself over their face and the boulder previously pressed against your shoulders is lifted. Your throat is freed from their hold, but their touch doesn’t halt there. Instead, they rotate your head for you to face to the left, exposing your side profile to them. From the corner of your eyes, you watch as their face draws closer to your skin, hot breath cascading across the small dents her nails created. The one on your thigh finally leaves, moving to one of your hips, tender strokes across your flushed surface. They lean forward, and moist, plush skin meets yours. Lips traverse over the length of your neck, teeth scraping against, making you weakly groan. It takes all of your will to still your body, only allowing for the Harbinger to do whatever they desire to your form. Their touches are burning, burning, burning–so hot that you wonder if you’re experiencing a heat wave. Peppered kisses follow the edge of your jawbone, all the way up to your earlobe. A wet kiss graces your ear and then the most sinful of statements dignifies your eardrums, like a devil whispering hymns directly into your ear. 

“I think I’ll keep you to myself after this.”

A short hum follows afterward. 

“If you want to touch me, you’ll have to work for it. You’re only mine for tonight, aren't you? Entertain me. Give me a private dance, doll. After all, you have me for all night.” 

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Link to M-Alexa's amazing art and how I imagine Arlecchino to look like in this oneshot.

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[stevecoregirly]

IMPORTANT NOTE!! ⚠

Tw- Mention of genocide, dead bodies etc

This is a difficult post to make, an important one for sure, but one that I'm hesitant to post. I'm grateful for every little interaction i get with my posts and fics, but it's time I set some rules considering everything that's been happening.

First, If you're pro-Israeli miliary/government, a Zionist or literally anyone hiding behind the excuse of 'antisemitism' to excuse, justify and even celebrate the genocide of Palestinian people, I want you to get the fuck off my blog.

Seriously, stop following me and stop interacting with me. I can't believe more fic authors aren't doing this, but I have to be true to my values and put this out there because I fucking cannot take the amount of horrifying shit takes I've seen on the Palestine genocide. I have no interest in followers who support the murder and ethnic cleansing of any nation/people/race. So many fic authors that I've admired have disappointed me so much with either their silence or with their support of the terrorist government of Israel.

The past few months have been shocking, horrifying and hard to swallow and I can only imagine it's far far more difficult for Palestinians who are being bombed one after another. I've come across videos of babies being blown apart, of Israeli soldiers beating and shooting fucking kids, of men and women being stuck under rubble knowing help is not on the way because Israel is not only bombing but cutting off water, food and electricity. All violations of human rights. But in these difficult times, there have also been writers who're showing their support despite the death threats they're getting and to all of them I just wanna say please don't stop showing support, don't stop spreading awareness and don't stop boycotting. So many creators that I didn't know of, I know of now because they alone stood out with their support for Palestinians.

All I want to put out there right now is to please support your fellow writers who are loud and proud about Palestine. And, to stop interacting with creators who have no problem excusing and celebrating the genocide of Palestine. Stop following me if you disagree with me, if you're a Zionist pls. Block me go ahead, I don't want your bloody conscience. I'm shaking with anger, with fear but I'm also hopeful because never has our future looked so bright and full of support. My blog will always, always be a safe space, especially for people of color. Thankyou.

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[the-sam]

Welcome to the realm of the ❤sam❤

Yay~~~.....

I'll set up some rules in order to make a good experience for both you and me 🙂

1. This is an NSFW blog, meaning anyone under 18+ needs to get out

2. don't send me pics of you trying to get my attention, I'll ask you to not do that and if you do it again.... well, sorry but I'm not replying anymore.

3. No Dick pics! That should be self explanatory... dick= block

4. I'm a human being too and I got a life outside tumblr, if I don't reply right away is because I'm either at work or I'm doing something else, don't think I'm ignoring you unless you broke rule no. 2

5. I'm only putting this one because it has already happened and I can't believe I'm saying this but... don't ask me to describe my genitals, seriously man.... that's creepy.

6. No I don't wanna meet irl

7. Please respect my gender, I know I may be a “futa” to some but talking about my genitals is just not appropriate. Specially without consent. A lot of us struggle with dysphoria and we don’t like talking about it. So just keep it on the low

8. Any images and pics I post here are watermarked, I do not wanna see them used by a fake account. I will ask you to remove them if I do find out.

I wanna have fun too and I wanna be able to enjoy this as the pervert that I am 😁 I also wanna interact with all of you! I love replying to dms and asks! That's one of my favorite past times so please let's be fair and let's have some fun!!

Kink list

-pregnancy {obv}

- multiples

-breeding

-rapid pregnancy

-alien pregnancy

-cuminflation

-belly inflation

-noise play (as in not allowed to moan during sex)

-burping

-weight gain

-force feeding

-bdsm kinks such as spanking (yeah i’m not ashamed) bondage, CNC, orgasm denial, begging, degradation, being used, dominated.

-teasing

here is a list of stuff i’m not really into but don’t mind them:

-birth

-water inflation

-anal

here is a list of hard no’s

-underage

-cutting

-hot wax

-anything that would scar me

I might expand the list as time goes on but there it is!

FAQ:

-what's your ideal pregnancy size: triplets

-are you a feedee?: yes

-are you pregnant?: I wish

-will there be a universe in the existential plane where humans are not the dominant species in our earth?: possibly

-you like marvel?: yes

-which movie?: yes

-you like sex?: yes

-how many times a week?: yes

-How big you wanna be?: yes

-how did you get into pregnancy?: I've always been into it as far as I can remember. It flourished in my teenage years when I finally realized seeing women in big bellies turned me on and wished to be like them. I fell in love with the idea of being pregnant and carrying around a pregnant belly with a baby inside.

-Are you pregnant?: no

-Is it pretend?: yes

-you sure you're not pregnant: I'm pretty sure

-do you wanna be?: I'll let you figure that out

-are you suuuuuure?: yes

-that belly looks real: it's fake!

-what are your kinks?: check my kink list

-How old are you?: check bio

-do you love me: I like you as a fan

-can I be your boyfriend/ girlfriend?: no sorry, I'm taken

-can I still be?: no

-please?: NO

if you wish to donate, you can dm me. you can pay me through square and the amounts are as follow

-5$ just donate

-15$ buy me lunch

-35$ stuff me

-50$ fill me up

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[hantengus-clones]

Some rules!!!

🍃 Hey there again, folks! It's your favorite laid-back demon, Karaku, back with a few rules to keep this Tumblr thingie rollin'! So grab a snack or two, a drink (don't neglect your human needs! We don't want you dehydrated and withered, that's not cool), get comfy, and let's dive right in! 🍃

1️⃣ When you want to direct a question to one of us, be sure to put our name in those nifty parentheses, just like thiiiiis: “(Sekido), why do your feet smell like cheese?” Kehehe! That way, we'll know who you're asking. But hey, if you forget to use the parentheses, no worries! We'll just assume it's a question for all of us. We're a bunch of versatile demons, after all!

2️⃣ We're all joined to keep you entertained here, so we'll do our best to answer as many questions as we can. But remember, we're not omnipotent beings (weeeell, close call, but not quite yet you know?), so we might have to skip a few inquiries, kyehehe. Don't fret, though! If your question is omitted, it's probably because it's a juicy secret we're keeping. Kyehehehe! So keep those curiosities coming, and let's keep the fun alive!

3️⃣ While we love bloodspill and turning the guts out, let's keep things friendly and civil (just to not make tumblr upset mm?). We're here to have fun and entertain you, so let's steer clear of any unnecessary gutting or bashing. Let's keep this blog laid back and relaxed, like I am.

🌟 So there you have it, my fantastic morsels! Just a few guidelines to ensure we have a … decently good time together. We can't wait to answer your questions, share our thoughts, and maybe even surprise you along the way. This blog is all about embracing the wild side of demon life and having a blast while we're at it!

Stay tuned for more shenanigans, laughs, and a pinch of demon chaos. From yours truly, Karaku, and the rest of the Hantengu clones, we're ready to make your Tumblr experience unforgettable!

Catch you on the flip side! 😉

- Karaku 🍃✨

Bonus: everyone’s hellos!

Hey, whatever. I'm Sekido. Don't expect me to be all sunshine and rainbows like those other clowns. If you've got questions or whatever, I'll tolerate your pestering, but keep it quick and get to the point. No time for nonsense here. But if you've got something worth asking, I guess I'll entertain it. Just don't push your luck, got it? Consider yourselves warned. I don't have time for pleasantries or beating around the bush. Consider yourselves warned.

Hey hey everyone, you already heard from me~ Karaku at your service, ready to make the best out of the Tumblr journey. I gotta say, I'm pretty stoked about this. Just count me in, kyehehe. So, hit me up with your questions, your thoughts, or just whatever tickles your fancy. Let's keep it relaxed, let's keep it playful, and let's have a whoopin' time together! Cheers! 🍃✨

🎉🎉HEY HEY EVERYONE!!! 🎉 YOUR UROGI HERE, the best bird boy in the town! 🎉 An embodiment of joy! 🎉 The bestest of the best!!! 🎉 Haha! Can I just say how DELIGHTFUL this whole Tumblr experience is for me so far? Like, seriously, it's a JOY OVERLOAD! I can't wait to dive into your questions!!! So, bring it on, my loooooooovely peeps! Let's laugh, let's embrace the joyful moment, and let's have an amazing time together! Get ready for some Urogi-style joy! 🎉🎉

Greetings, dear regulars of the internet. It seems I've found myself here on this, what you humans call, “Tumblr” platform. Though my countenance may appear solemn, and while my disposition may lean towards the somber side, I am here to welcome all your questions and inquiries... Allow me to offer insights, guidance, or a listening ear. In this foreign land of digital connection, perhaps we can find solace amidst the shadows. I await your thoughts, questions and inquiries, no matter how pitiful and depressive they may be…

#hantengu #sekido #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer rp #kny rp blog #upper moon four

[yoonia]

🚨Spoilers🚨

🚨Huge spoilers for the bedroom hymns🚨

🚨Don't read this ask unless you've read it until chapter xiv🚨

(I hope this will be enough 😭😅)

Ahhh okay, I thought it would make more sense to ask it on your blog (and you can choose not to answer if it's too heavily spoiled/makes no sense)(sorry in advance for it being huge)

This is me writing this ask:

So for my list of questions and theories about this story (FYI I've no idea what fairytale story you're retelling):

I've read the end of the prologue like 3 or 4 times and I still don't get it. Her sighting of the Bluebeard is never mentioned later and it bothers me bc if it is her dad, she should have recognized him, if it's the carriage man from chap iv-v, then she would later on. The story's title leads me to believe that the OC is Bluebeard's daughter, but then why wouldn't she recognize him in the prologue? (And no, it's not obvious, bc the story tells us OC is smart and perceptive, so what is the point of that scene in the prologue if not to ascertain this for herself?)

The King's decision-making is... a little weird. So he has only one heir (OC), whom he has trained to rule after him and he has let her reach adulthood without knowing that there's a parallel realm to this kingdom that she's supposed to rule over? Like, what if he died tomorrow? Not to mention that if she has powers and should learn to control them, he seriously would leave her blind and 'unrefined' (let's be real, a liability) instead of training/preparing her?

And then he lets her go through these portals without mastering anything? Not herself, not the family secret, nothing? Like, she's the best-kept secret of all the dimensions and he'd risk losing her to thugs and danger and bad chance? What if someone steals her necklace? What if she forgets to put it on, he literally caught her doing it! Like, how are you going to so many lengths to keep her hidden and then risk her safety like this?

AND THEN knowing that this is a world with soulmates, there's the distinct impression that the King hides the OC even from her soulmate. Which opens the door to defying fate itself, and risking the hate of his daughter when she finds out? Idk, I thought he was smart.

And then he still has the time to live so many fake lives? How?? How does he have the time to play all those roles, and more importantly, why would he care to? He's a king with the power of omnipresence?

And then about the Queen. So my theory is that she died, because a) she wouldn't leave OC, b) the king loves her and wouldn't just "let her be lost in a portal". Especially since the King is letting the OC use those portals.

I need to know if OC and Yoongi met as kids 😭 With Queen Milena and so he was the only person who knew she had a daughter and that OC was his soulmate (but then the Queen would know too? And would tell the King? So why is he hiding her? 😵) I need that so I can cry and be all goofy dovey about it, okay? 😭

💨 so my ongoing theory is that the King and Yoongi's dad are related somehow (hopefully not, cause then -> blood relatives 😭) and that both were bestowed that power - or alternatively, that Queen Milena is related and had the power, giving it to the King later.

The third option is that the King/Queen Milena are from the kingdom that was destroyed and that power came from there (and is just similar to Yoongi's dad's) but that would beg the question of why mention that someone "stole it" in Yoongi's kingdom in the first place.

I'm considering whether the King is an immortal being of some sort considering the legends and how some of his decisions make no sense, but then why have a daughter, and in case he has had many, why care about this one?

I've just realized most of my assumptions rely on thinking of the King as a loving father and it might not be the case considering how neglectful he is...

Now all of this being said, none of this is me shitting on the story, quite the opposite, the mystery is the journey. Either all my questions make sense and I've been caught in the web, or there are plotholes that can be fixed now that external eyes have pointed them out. Another possibility is that I missed something, which would not shock me at all 😂😂😅

Where is the story going? I've absolutely no clue! I'm super excited about the next chapter because I'm hoping that Yoongi will be the key to her lock and then everything will just unravel beautifully 🔥

Ahh hello!! I’m sorry this took so long to respond to. I had to read this ask a few times and these are my reaction through every single one: 😆😎😂🤭😏😏🤭🤓

I was contemplating how to answer this long ask because there are so many questions listed here that may potentially spoil the story if I’m going to answer in detail so I had to figure out how to respond without spoiling the story. we’re still a bit far before some of the big revelations are brought up so I’m going to do my best to answer with clues on what to expect and point out some of the things (scene purposes, hints, etc) that you may have missed which should’ve answered some of this. 

For those who haven’t read the story, you can skip reading this. or not lol. I’m going to leave the answer under a cut just in case. 

So here we go: 

To find the answer for question no. 1; the hints are all there in the recent chapters where OC kept finding the King’s hideouts and the disguises that the King supposedly used during his ‘trips’. The purpose of these scenes were to answer the question: “if that ‘person’ had been the King, why wouldn’t she recognise him at all?” but there is actually another question that was never asked: “was that person really the King at all? or if that really was Bluebeard?” 

Idk if you remember, but it was mentioned during the scene in the prologue that OC had only seen a ‘dark figure’ walking through the deep woods. she never got close enough to see the person’s face, except for a hint of the blue beard, and he was covered in a fog, leaving her to believe that she was really seeing that ‘person’. 

I can’t answer questions no. 2&3 yet as they are a part of the big revelation that I mentioned above. The scenes have been written for a couple of upcoming chapters so you may have to wait until they are revealed (since mentioning them now will ruin the story heheh)

As for no. 4; coincidentally, I’ve written the answer in the latest chapter (ch. 15). I know that this ask was sent to me before the chapter was out (which was also one of the reasons why I didn’t answer this right away just so I could ‘show’ it to you instead lol) but since you’ve read it by now, I guess I’m allowed to bring it up now😏

I’m sure you’ve caught on with the conversation shared between Yoongi and Yijeong. In this world, soulmates do exist. but this is something that has been rare to happen within the fairies community, so aside from Yoongi and some limited characters, the fact that he has a soulmate at all was never exposed publicly. and until this chapter (aside from the brief encounter the OC had with the farmer in Grimm), we haven’t revealed WHAT the OC truly is yet.

So does the King know that she has a soulmate somewhere out there? maybe yes, but there’s a bigger chance that he doesn’t. since…we haven’t even solved whether he is Yoongi’s kind at all. 

No. 5 will also be explained in an upcoming chapter. As I’ve mentioned before, there is a big revelation coming, and starting from the latest chapter to the next 2-3 chapters, we are going to have a build up leading to that point. The only thing that I can tell you right now is this: the King has a reason why he has been using the portals, and that reason may not be what we (and the OC) have been thinking at all😎😎

No. 6&7 have also been written and will be included in the future chapters. We haven’t been getting the Queen’s side of story so far since we’ve been seeing the events through OC’s pov and every memory that she has of the Queen is kinda distorted, since she was still a child when the Queen was around. More about the Queen will be brought up through Yoongi’s pov, because he is the only one who has a clear memory of her due to the fact that he was older than OC when he last met the Queen. 

One of the things that I’ve recently wrote about was actually a scene showing Yoongi’s moment with the Queen. Lets just say that their conversation will explain a lot about that last question and you might enjoy what they talked about then 🤓

For your theories; I’m actually loving these so far hahah and let me say that you are getting pretty close. The only information we have right now is that the Queen and the fairy Emperor (Yoongi’s father) were extremely close, enough that they shared secrets with each other and that they often spent time together (which Yoongi remembers joining as a child), which is why the Emperor is determined to find out what happened to her before he passes away (ps. there is also another reason why he is in need to find her, but that will be mentioned later) 

I guess this is all that I can give you for now. Hopefully, my answers (and non-answers) will help make sense some of the things you’ve been curious about. I can definitely say that your questions do make perfect sense, and to be fair, I kind of expect more readers to be having these questions as we reach at this point of the story because then everything that is happening in the upcoming chapters will fall in place perfectly to answer everything.

Truly hoping that there won’t be any plotholes as we’ve finally reached this point and so close to the climax LOL because I’ve been working on this one for a whole year and I have everything planned until the end. well, except for a few loopholes that I’m now busy tidying up, hence why I often take breaks between chapters to make sure everything works out and makes sense at the end😎

If you’re ever interested to learn more about the tale that inspired this story, there is an online script of the original version (not released by the Grimm’s brothers) of Blubeard that you can find here. Reading the basic of the tale might help you understand the significance of the ‘magic doors’, the keys, and Bluebeard’s secret :) 

#💌 for dia #lo1k-diamonds #fic: bedroom hymns #misc: feedback #misc: fic talk #misc: spoilers

[mistrdctr]

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Mistrdctr - a headcanon-heavy, probably a little canon-divergent and mainly 'Dr. Strange' as well as 'Dr. Strange: MoM'- based MCU-portrayal of Dr. Stephen Strange. 18+, Mun & Muse 30+. Mutuals only, very selective. Blog created: Dec. 2023 | WIP. High / fluctuating activity. Mun is about to rewatch all movies but it might take a while.

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Rules for easier accessibility under the cut (Forever WIP):

First of all: I am here to have a good time. My portrayal of Stephen is going to be of more or less casual nature, but that doesn't mean that I don't intend to portray him seriously. My knowledge, though, is limited; This means his portrayal won't be highly in-depth and might be missing things here and there. I am also absolutely not familiar with the comics, so zero knowledge in that regard, and still need to rewatch most movies (have rewatched Dr. Strange 1 & 2 so far, still missing all the other movies where he appears - I have seen those in the past but it is been a long while). If you cannot handle my lack of said knowledge, this blog might not be for you. Otherwise: I'm looking forward to interact with you!

Some basic RP rules: No god-modding (some things are allowed if it makes sense in the context of the RP: My muse following yours into a room etc. That being said, Strange is a sorcerer and he can do some things that might be considered 'god-modding' in a loose sense (e.g. make your muse change location with him in an instant). Be prepared for that to happen.), the mun is absolutely not the muse (means when muse says / does / acts a certain way it does not mean that the mun condones it and/or would act the same), muses can also be wrong (yes, my Stephen might be rude, or have wrong/no knowledge, or misunderstand your muse, and your muse is allowed to do the same as well!), and please communicate with me if there are any issues at hand (I promise I won't bite, but I am highly allergic to talking-behind-my-back kind of stuff. I am almost 34 years old, I can handle communication).

Some blog-specifications: This blog is mutuals-only (non-mutuals are allowed to send in asks about headcanons / muse-development etc), therefore highly-selective, and I might not always reply to threads in the same order they come in; That means I will reply to some threads faster than to others, simply because my excitement fluctuates. That does not mean I don't like interacting with you, I promise. Regarding replying-speed: I am usually quite fast and reply within a few days or a week. In rare cases it can be multiple weeks or a month. You are allowed to ask me about a reply in case I haven't answered in 2 weeks or such, but please don't pester me about them. Another thing about replying / threads: I might drop threads after a while if I feel there's simply not much existing anymore that can be added / written in any way. I might not inform you about this decision but you are absolutely allowed to ask me if I did - and, in case I did, I am almost always happy to start a new thread from a new perspective or after a time-jump or something to have our muses interact more! I just don't like trying to force-squeeze interaction into a thread that would have died otherwise already. I prefer doing new threads to keep things fresh and exciting. This blog is also 18+, means I won't interact with any muns under the age of 18 and I honestly prefer if you are above 21 years old. NSFW will be present in various shapes. I put replies containing smut under a 'read more'. I also tag my NSFW-things with either Suggestive; or UnSFW;, so you can block the tags if needed.

More RP-stuff: I love Crossovers, AU's, completely made-up stuff, timetravel-shenanigans, Universe-shenanigans and whatever one can think of. I am also open for OC's and Canons alike. OC's need to be fleshed-out and provide information for me to find easily. I will scroll through blogs that follow me and check whether our writing-styles match and judge whether I could see us interacting; If I don't, I won't follow back. If I follow you back, I want to write with you - the same goes for if I follow you first! I prefer to interact with non-animated FCs (exceptions are being made for Marvel-comic-muses), and I personally love to include simple icons into my replies. However, I will also adapt and sometimes not use icons - you are very welcome to decide upon whether you want to use some or not. I use small text, but other than that, I don't format my replies much. You are welcome to format as much as you desire to, I simply won't adapt to your style. If you, for any reason, need me to keep my posts as 'regular text' to make it easier for you to read, please tell me and I will totally do that for you. I usualy write quite long replies and prefer multi-para. I only do shorter things rarely and mostly for crack / casual interactions. Please do not reply to my multi-para with a single sentence - you do not need to match my sometimes insane length by any means, but please give me something to work with.

Concering drama / communication: I am not here for drama of any kind, whether it might be personal drama or Marvel / MCU drama. I write with who I want to write, I use whatever FC I want to use, and I have the right to (soft-)block whoever I want to for any given reason. I won't allow rude anons to slide into my askbox; Any kind of rude anon ask will be deleted on sight.

Regarding shipping: I love shipping, I'm not going to lie about it. However, I am also here for all the platonic ships of any kind. I prefer to write M/M ships and for some personal favorite ships of mine I might even do some insta-shipping, but I also prefer to have chemistry lead to our muses to get close to each other. F/M ships have to develop over time, the chemistry has to be perfect, and will, most likely, rarely happen - so don't expect your muse to be shipped with mine unless the chemistry works. I'm sorry about that, but this is for my personal comfort. It's nothing against your muse in any shape or form. Some favorite ships of mine: IronStrange and KhanStrange (yes, I like some odd ships and no, I don't care if you approve of it or not), but if the chemistry works, any ship will turn into my favorite, honestly. I do not ship Pal.mer.Str.ange. There's a reason it never worked out and I personally will never see Stephen and Christine ending up with each other in any Universe. Regarding her: My Stephen has separated himself successfully from her and does not run after her anymore, doesn't matter much at which point of his timeline an RP is going to happen (there's exceptions, of course - the closer to the 'beginning' of Dr. Strange's origins, the more likely he is to still have feelings for her).

About the mun: Hi, you can call me L., she/her/they/them, I am 34 years old, married and mother of two cats. I am honestly just a bean; My rules might come across as a bit strict or written in a very serious manner, but I myself am just a wrinkly potato that's screaming way too much about favorite fandoms and ships and I am awkward as hell. I promise I am actually nice, just very cringe at times (lol), so if you want to contact me, feel free (especially when we are mutuals; I might not answer non-mutuals asking 'do you want to RP?'-inquiries because those make me slightly uncomfortable… :'D)

My other blogs: @respondedinkind [my main, my love, my heart, my soul] @barebcnes [Semi-active but beloved]

#Dr. Strange RP #Dr. Stephen Strange RP #Marvel RP #(-shrugs?-)

[unluckyuncle]

Hello everyone! I realize how this post might sound, so I'll keep it as brief as I am able. But after some time in thought, I cannot stay silent about this any more.

I will be leaving the Isola Radiale community for good.

It is with a heavy heart that I make this decision, but I cannot say that I feel safe or comfortable with the philosophies behind recent decisions and acts of bullying on Twitter/anons that have been made in regard to other former members of this community.

I would go into the details, but I have come to realize that it just doesn't matter what I say. There is no defense or explanation that I can offer that won't be used as a way to defame my character despite any history that I might have with anyone.

But regardless, I would like a chance to explain my concerns.

I beg that changes be made to the codes of conduct of the Isola Radiale group. There is no safety for anyone as long as there is:

no safe space to engage in discourse

no three-strike system on the public rules page

no definitions as a unifying standard

no criteria for major or minor infractions

no appeal system whatsoever

no publicly detailed investigation process

no communication made to accused (which is illegal irl)

no accountability standard for the leadership

and a mindset that says: "shoot now and ask questions later."

I do understand the reasoning behind why certain things are the way that they are, specifically the zero-tolerance policy. There is a place for that, but it should never be the default for every single case.

There needs to be a list of specific and detailed criteria for the rare occurrence where a zero-tolerance ban must be made into effect, and the accused MUST be made in the know with no exceptions.

I have a huge amount of respect for how much time and effort goes into the maintenance of a group such as this. It is no easy feat to take time out of the day and dedicate it to others, especially when it is not a paying job. I would never discredit the hard work that is put into this community.

But that does not mean that there are no flaws in how things are.

Communities are made by people as much as they are made by leaders, who are also people themselves. The nature of roleplay is meant to be a cooperative environment, where we all agree we just want to have fun writing our favorite characters.

But there is fear. Fear of coming forward to point out problems that exist in order to help better the community, not harm it. The fear of being cut off from those you thought were friends is very real. At this time, I don't trust the leaders to come privately with my concerns, and I have little reason to believe that I matter in any capacity.

The simple truth is, I'm tired of being afraid.

I make this post only to notify those who I have been writing with and to make a marker of this blog's activity. I truly enjoyed writing in this space, and it was a wonderful place for me to dip my toes in the world of Tumblr roleplay.

I encourage those who remain to simply consider the bigger picture; You should be able to feel comfortable calling attention to legitimate issues without getting bullied on Twitter or being banned for it. And you have a right to be able to defend yourself and be considered seriously when being accused of something you're not.

Your voice does matter. Your safety and comfort matter. And your actions and character matter.

If you believe that because of my decision, I support morally repulsive content then you might as well ban or block me too. If you would so brazenly assume the worst in me with no evidence of such a claim, then go right on ahead.

For the record, I do not condone, engage with, or support content of a repulsive nature, nor will I ever do so. But like I said earlier, my words don't matter. I just hope the history of my actions would.

You might disagree with me entirely, and that is okay. I respect your right to do as you see fit.

I will return to this blog someday - in a few months most likely. I may continue answering indie interactions but I haven't decided on that just yet (I need some space from these events). I won't be abandoning my muse any time soon ^^

Thank you all for your time, and I wish you the very best.

#Isola Radiale #kasey quack \ (ooc) #I appreciate your time for reading this! #I am willing to maintain open polite discussions as well #rebranding is likely to come #( . psa . ) // putting on life vests ⚓༄⋆｡°்⋆

[eisforeidolon]

Is your blog an anti Jared stan squad now?? To despise them so much you all have spent the last 48h talking about them non stop… Do you really not find a bit shady how Jensen Ackles has excluded Jared from everything spn related?? Be honest, he is not this perfect little baby either, just saying

I reply to (most of) the anons I get, so that's what my blog is when I'm not reblogging others or making posts about things I've seen myself. So yes, when the past 48 hours has been mostly an inbox full of Jared stan drama, that's ... what my blog is? Tomorrow it'll likely be something else.

Please point me to where I have ever said Jensen is perfect. I'll wait.

Also "excluded Jared from everything SPN related"? Putting aside the dramatics, this claim consists of ... what, exactly, besides the prequel?

Even in the case of the prequel, beyond the initial issues around the announcement, where I agree it was a major blunder not to tell Jared about it before it had a chance to leak? Jensen has said they're discussing Jared appearing, but it's complicated (hard to judge how true that is without knowing the twist of the premise even before considering Jared is, in fact, busy). Not only that, but the actress playing Mary has talked about all the conversations she's having with Jared being "incredibly supportive" to her. [X] We also don't know exactly what level of involvement Jared actually wants. So presuming he's being excluded is a weird take.

The merch thing? Even if you insist on remaining clueless about who it is that actually manages copyrights like this (i.e. not Jensen)? It has been pointed out that this particular situation is about an already existing longstanding Creation rule & practice to have studio enforcement inspections, it just usually happens in another city. [X][X]

A potential future revival of the mothership show in some form? Every time I can recall that Jensen has mentioned it, he's explicitly talked about doing it with Jared as Sam & Dean together.

So seriously, what are you on about?

#askboxery #anonymous #anti actor stans

[writermuses]

Life Update | 📌 Post

Hello writers! I'm Natty (34, she/her) and welcome to my multi-muse/multi-verse indie RP blog. I am selective and slow to reply. There will be crime, smut, and other triggering content on this blog, but I use "trigger tw" and "smut" for tags fairly consistently. Nevertheless, I will not interact with blogs, muses, or faceclaims of anyone under 21. Thank you in advance for being patient with me. Have my rules:

My opens are open forever! but I do need to take the legacy opens down and re-post in the new editor. If you want to reply one of those older legacy starters just make a new post and @ me with a 'continued from here' link.

Do not reblog the musings unless I tagged you on the post. If you want to use it you can reblog from the source. If there’s no source linked then copy the image URL. Again, if you’re not the @ and you like or reblog it, then I will block you.

This is supposed to be fun and my mental and physical health, family, and career will always come first. I am slow and if that’s a problem, then that’s your problem. I work insane hours and I'm in and out of the doctors as I recently entered remission for cancer and have multiple vital organs seriously damaged. Some days off work I just need to rest physically and mentally. I'm mostly just a Friday/Saturday writer.

I will drop threads with writers that use me for my males. While it’s painfully obvious that I heavily prefer my male muses, please consider that I have females literally right there looking for countless types of connections too. I’m not solely here for the smut, GASP. There is no faster way to get ghosted than to repeatedly reply to my male opens while letting my female threads go unreplied for months/until they hit the 2 month drop point.

I have severe anxiety and mega-para threads stress me tf out. I’ll write what I can, when I can, as the muse for a reply hits on the weekends, but I also have to acknowledge that I have a lot of threads and giant replies stress me out and are not fair to the other writers, so they aren’t going to take priority and may be dropped. Thank you for understanding, especially those of you that tell me it’s okay to not to match length.

Formatting isn't that big of a deal here. I prefer small font and medium or icon gifs, and only reply to reblogs using the new editor. If you only have large gifs of your faceclaim, it's okay to not use gifs in your replies. Even I have a few muses without gifs. Simply put, I ask that you cut posts and move the plot forward in your reply. If you repeatedly insta-reply and you aren't moving the plot anywhere, I'm going to lose interest and drop the thread. Rate and order of replies does not equate to interest in a thread. This is a space of QUALITY not quantity.

Temporary reply rule: Please do not post more than 4 replies in a 24 hour window if we have 10+ active threads.

Be well + Be kind 💙 Natty

Rules . Muse List . Starters . Tracker

#ooc #pinned post #ref: thread tracker #ref: muse masterlist #ref: rules #cancer tw #mental health tw #//no legacy reblogs

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BBP I've been following the NewJeans story since you talked about them on your blog and yesterday ADOR finally released a statement addressing all the issues. Have you read the statement yet? I was very impressed with how ADOR systematically addressed all the issues. Kpop fans who raised the issues should be satisfied now right?

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Lol Anon,

If you think that statement is going to change anything you've either not been around long enough or you've not been paying attention.

As a general rule, if you can avoid even acknowledging a typical k-pop fan you should, because all those stereotypes muggles have about stans in these communities are well earned. I mean, there are exceptions, but K-pop stans are notorious for trolling, double-speak, and employing a shopping list of various logical fallacies. They're some of the pioneers and/or early adaptors of modern internet-speak in that way, the nature of many conversations in spaces like this is extremely dysfunctional and should usually be avoided because it's self-defeating. So all ADOR has done by putting out that statement is add fuel to fire lmao.

Their first mistake is thinking that statement is how you address k-pop stans. Because the frenzy around NewJeans is not about protecting minors, or inappropriate lyrics, or anything like that. If it were, k-pop stans wouldn't be hyper-focusing on one group when they are far from the only group guilty of all this and worse.

The point is to create an 'ick factor' to handicap the group and I'll explain what I mean (it's something that happens all the time in k-pop). The narrative is that NewJeans is especially deserving of this scrutiny because don't you know their CEO is a pedophile? So therefore NewJeans makes music for pedophiles and all their fans are secretly or naively supporting pedophiles disproportionate to the baseline number of creeps who stick around k-pop spaces anyways.

Oh, and fuck HYBE.

Anon, earlier on I'd actually thrown your question to my gc, because I'm only loosely following any NewJeans chatter. I like them, but don't actively keep up with them, so I sourced my friends for info and they sent me these SS:

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Nobody knows if Min Heejin is actually a pedophile. I think it's unlikely she is because there is nothing that points to this being the case, but even if all the rumours about her were true, in the worst case all they'd indicate is that she or someone she knows has a creepy taste in movies by some standards. But it's not enough to say the CEO of the hottest group in Korea right now might have creepy taste in movies. After all, then we'd also be up in arms about JYP being bffs with R. Kelly (currently serving time), or YHS and his brother talking about how cool it was to marry a trainee he met when she was 14 years old (I'll skip Lee sooman for now lmaooo). Heck, it could even implicate Bang PD and his ties to Scooter Braun cause some Republicans apparently think he's one of the people funding Pizzagate. So it's not enough to think Min Heejin is creepy cause then which k-pop CEO isn't, she has to be an actual pedophile so the talking points around NewJeans have staying power.

It's the perfect narrative. Because if you're convinced the creator of a group with children is a danger to children, then:

you have a reason to put everything they do under a microscope,

you have every reason to second-guess their motives and intentions and assume bad faith, including when they put out a statement explaining their reasoning and approach to including lyrics some people consider controversial,

it's even reasonable to demand that the CEO be fired and the team replaced <- and this particular demand is what many of them are making.

NewJeans is the brainchild of Min Heejin and her leaving could seriously handicap the group. K-pop stans are demanding she step down because she's a pedophile, she denies she's a pedophile (of course) and so sees no reason to step down on what she considers to be a false charge, k-pop stans continue to have reason to (negatively) obsess about the group because there's no world in which it's appropriate for a pedophile to manage children.

It's the perfect narrative because it has no resolution. Min Heejin can never prove she's not a pedophile or extreme creep (in the best case). And so k-pop stans will always have this to use against the group.

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Hyper-competitive environments quickly become toxic and one way this shows up is the creation of a scapegoat, such as the sort for people with narcissistic personality disorders. Scapegoating is very common in online and political communities. It's the logical basis for Republicans believing Barack Obama is the anti-Christ, or Taekookers obsessing with Jimin, or the Garam witch-hunt. And then there's the flashbacks I get to how k-pop stans treated 2014/2015 Bangtan - there's similarities here that I find very amusing.

Anyway, like I said in my first post on NewJeans, hate for them is only going to intensify. Their management team refusing to just put the song out with new lyrics also isn't helping. I think ADOR has made a mistake by expending so much of the goodwill they have defending lyrics that are sub-par to begin with.

Personally, I like Cookie and got nothing but cool vibes from it the first time I listened to it, and it seemed obvious to me from the MV that Cookie is a metaphor for a physical CD given all the times they alternate. But I get it if other people feel differently.

I wish the best for NewJeans. The girls all seem genuinely hopeful, and they're talented. The shift in musical direction this group has brought to k-pop is, in my opinion, the sexiest thing about them.

#ask #new jeans #fandom behavior #kpop fandom

[bluesprng]

( ♱ ) bluesprng.

( ♱ ) hello everyone! i figured it was time to put out a tiny bit of info and get a few rules posted... so, here we go.

first off; hi, my name is koko, i am twenty five and i am the main admin, writer and owner of bluesprng. i do have a few people who help me and contribute to my writing because i like to bounce around ideas, which from now on, i'll be adding symbols to identify them so that they get credit for their wonderful assistance. ♡ terry and ♢ kit have listened to a lot of my ramblings and i appreciate their input very much! most of my reactions and scenarios go through terry before being posted here, so i'm going to also credit her as my beta/proof reader.

this blog is one of many but a place i would like to advertise as a safe space, as i originally began posting to vent or clear my mind to help when i was in stressful situations. i don't post a lot and, in my opinion, they aren't fantastic, but as long as one person enjoys them, that's all that matters to me. i also consider this a safe place because as the owner, my inbox is open for anyone who needs it. if you just need a stranger to listen or something i've written has made you feel some type of way - by all means, i am more than happy to help and listen the best i can.

now, on to the rules.

i will not write any type of forced, noncon, cnc work. i am a victim of things myself and i refuse to support any of these things and yes, you may get mad at me for not being okay with cnc but i find it very, very triggering that someone would be okay pretending to r/pe someone. do not come to my inbox with any of these themes or you will be blocked and blacklisted immediately. this is not a safe space for the glorification or romanticization of assault.

i will write for toxic behavior and relationships but i will not glamorize them. if you request something with toxic behavior, it will be treated as such.

do not request things that involve mental health if you are going to correct me on how i am writing it. being kind and civil and discussing it with me is fine, but do not be rude when it comes to these things. if you have a specific ailment and want to tell me how it treats you so that i can write FOR YOU, that is perfectly fine! but if you don't specify, i will write from my own knowledge and experience of that issue. for example; i have bpd. if you request something with it.. i will automatically write from my experience. and, this isn't to be rude - this is just to let everyone know it is perfectly okay to message and give me details, not to scare you off. i take mental health very seriously. and of course, if you're requesting something for comfort, i want it to be able to actually comfort you - not upset you because some of the details im familiar with aren't yours.

please don't ask me reactions relating to specific race, religion, sex, etc. i do not know what their preferences are and i will not speak for them.

i am asexual and genophobic, any rated requests have a 50% chance to be denied and as the owner and writer, i do not have to explain myself on why i won't accept something. respect my boundaries.

i am a female, i go by she/her - i write from the pov of a girl. i do try to be gender neutral but im mostly comfortable with she/her and female oriented readers. if you do not like this, i can only suggest finding a different blog.

please feel free to message me if you have questions about your requests. i come off very strict in this post but i promise i'm not that strict or mean when talking to people, i just want to get a point across.

[truerescreatuconfessions]

hi this is Matt lol. talk all the shit you want, lol, (it literally gives me conversation at my dinner table when i tell people “an anonymous tumblr blog about some online pet site i play has it out for me and my friends”) but Vol can [censored by mod]. I said what I said - I sent them a pet named “YouLiterallySuck” after they did not stop purchasing from my shop. I POLITELY ASKED THEM TO STOP (multiple times mind you) purchasing from my shop. They bought well OVER 200+ items priced at 1 TU. This was intended to be a NICE thing for users to find. Idc if some underage with no SB or whatever found my shop and bought it all - they DESERVE to buy all those items more than that scamming [censored by mod] did. The issue with this game is that no matter what anyone does - staff or non staff- people will ALWAYS complain. I literally do a flash sale TO BE NICE and price my shit WAY LOWER than market value specifically so that everyone has a FAIR shot at rare items they might not otherwise be able to see at those prices because our economy is seriously inflated ??? Y’all still ain’t happy and wanna talk shit. Don’t wanna buy my items? Well that sucks for you - I’ve sold HUNDREDS so far - not counting the hundreds Vol bought out for 1 TU either lmfao. People are gonna buy whether they like me or not because my prices are FAIR. And fyi, I did get SB banned for what I did. A multiple day one, too. I’m not “immune” contrary to what everyone believes. I got a literal mail and everything from Koz explaining *every* rule I broke. But guess what? I’d do it allllllll again baby, and I probably will if Vol’s scamming [censored by mod] wants to keep it up. @Vol - I said it in the SB publicly but you scammed someone i cared about out of their albino cyid when they returned to the game. You made them think it was a FAIR deal when it was hundreds of millions of TU lower than marker value. IDC if y’all are “cool” or whatever now - [censored by mod] for that and all the other people you’ve ripped off over the years. This blog wants to have a burn book or whatever well put VOL right there underneath my name (can y’all edit that too like rumor was SO 2020,,,, at least KEEP UP if you’re gonna try and put me on blast) And another thing, I told Vol I didn’t WANT/NEED their money - guess what I did? Donated it all to the donation pot. But hey, at least Vol had the balls to stand up for whatever bullshit they believe in aka scamming people - y’all wanna talk shit anonymously on this blog lmao 💁🏻‍♂️

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Note from the Moderator:

Typically I would not publish a submission with such gratuitous profanity, but I feel this message needs to be seen by users and staff alike. Obviously, some words have been censored.

I apologize to Vol, who is pretty clearly the victim in this situation (even if we only considered this purely from the perspective of The Rules), but I think it's important to show what users have been experiencing for years - the only difference being that this blog now allows it to be much more public and they no longer have to feel isolated and unable to defend themselves, because this blog will continue to stand up for them & the rules of Rescreatu.

In the past it was a lot easier for this small group of people to make users feel threatened and bullied for playing the game in some way they didn't agree with. Whether it was competing for things they wanted, selling/buying things at prices they didn't agree with, or apparently buying too many items from their shop - they have felt entitled to engage in this malicious behavior to manipulate other users or make them feel unwelcome, knowing they were never at any real risk of losing access to Rescreatu. I've heard the stories over and over, and I'm not sure how to describe the sinking feeling it gives me. Users feel afraid to report abuse from certain people who have ties with a certain admin, and it has resulted in many of them simply quitting because they have no other option.

I genuinely hope, if nothing else, staff will take note of a particular section of this message: "I got a literal mail and everything from Koz explaining *every* rule I broke. But guess what? I’d do it allllllll again baby, and I probably will..." While Matt claims to not be above the rules, this certainly seems like the behavior of someone who doesn't fear any serious repercussions for their actions, even when explicitly told they were in the wrong and violating the terms of the game.

#rescon #truerescreatuconfessions #rescreatuconfessions #submission #matt #vol

[winterandwords]

Sort of thinking of maybe putting a whole book on here?

I don't think you all realise just how seriously I'm considering creating a side blog to publish November Breaks (AKA Project Storm, if you've been following me for a while) directly onto Tumblr when it's ready.

This isn't as crazy or weird as it sounds. My current plan (for the love of god, don't ask me to explain this, I've talked about it SO MUCH) is to have it available, free, on my website to read online (with a full indexed contents page, and < last chapter | contents | next chapter > on each page) and also to download as an epub, mobi and pdf. I'm already posting it on the internet in a way people can read it without having to buy it first.

There is a tip jar on my website. It runs on PayPal, so can be used with a PayPal account, debit card or credit card. Anyone who wants to, and is able to, can put some money in there if they enjoy the book.

I could very easily put a link to that tip jar page, or even add PayPal buttons or links (if that's OK by Tumblr rules, which I'm actually not 100% sure about and would need to check) on the chapters on Tumblr, so I could have a tip jar equivalent here and the contents page and navigation would be no more hassle to set up than on winterandwords.com (I've done it for my short story collection that's coming out next month and it wasn't a huge ball-ache).

The only thing stopping me is the thought of random chapters being reblogged out of context. I'm not entirely sure why that would bother me, because it would actually lead people to the full book if they wanted to read. I just have feelings about it.

I'm mildly iffy about the higher chances of plagiarism of something posted on Tumblr, because at least on my website the context is solid. I mean, people will plagiarise whatever they're going to be plagiarise and I stopped losing sleep over that a long time ago. Yes it's happened with other things I've put online when I was working as a photographer, yes it was annoying, no the world didn't end, and the internet is what it is. Piracy, plagiarism and copyright violation exist. They boil my piss, but realistically anything anyone puts online is vulnerable to it. There's more to this, but it's a whole 'nother post, I've slept for one hour out of the last 36 and I don't have the mental capacity to get into it right now.

Anyway. The thing with chapters being reblogged out of order. How much of a problem is that really? Do I care? I sort of feel like there are probably people who would read a book on here, whether serialised or all at once, who might not go to an external site to read it, but maybe that's a flawed assumption. I don't know. Tired brainspew.

Slightly-later-Winter had a thought. If I do ever decide to do anything else with this book in terms of publishing (definitely not trad pub though), I can easily remove it from being read online or downloaded from winterandwords.com. But. It's one thing to know there are some copies floating around that people downloaded, and another entirely knowing there are reblogged random chapters forever kicking about on Tumblr, possibly with comments and reblog additions attached. I can't articulate why that's a thing for me, but I think it is?

Thoughts? Would you read a (short) novel on here? Have you posted one or are you posting one? How's it going for you?

EDITED TO ADD: I'm gonna tag a bunch of my chatty mutuals. I'd love to know what you think, but please don't feel like you HAVE to reply. You totally don't. I just know how quickly things fly past here.

@thegreatobsesso @ashen-crest @adie-dee @reeseweston @talesfromaurea @indecentpause @lunarmoment @diphthongsfordays @artbyeloquent @pertinax--loculos @manathen @selishady @eyes-talks-ocs @drippingmoon @the-finch-address @drabbleitout and anyone else who wants to share your views. My brain has just ceased, so I probably missed a bunch of folks. It's not you. It's definitely me.

#the shit in my head #writeblr #writeblr community #writer #writers #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #tumblr writers #writers community #writing #am writing #writing community #project storm #november breaks

[julianottheastrologer]

Hello Madam 💜 what does it mean to have saturn in 7th house and in rx? Saturn also squares my venus ... lol

Thanks a lot!

btw love the whole aesthetic of you blog

Hello dear anon, how are you?

Retrograde Saturn

For retrograde planets I have two thinks to say.

First that a retrograde planet is not a evil planet, a planet will not get to the dark side every time in a while because it needs to be bad, Gods don’t need that, they are not good or bad, they do what they believe. So what a retrograde mean? That for a while they will review what they have done, if they can fix something they will.. if they want some revenge, they will... and so life’s go on.

For being born in a Saturn rx in specific I can say that:

“Throughout your life, others could resent you for being somewhat childish. You might have a problem respecting authority, recognizing people’s boundaries, or fulfilling your duties. Mental growth and emotional maturity could evade your grasp. Your family might treat you condescendingly. Overall, you could struggle with stability.” - [ that is a teacher of mine said and I would change nothing].

So, let's take a details to comment and than see it's a villain. People think often about you been a childish person, so they don't take you seriously, while also they do not put any on their responsibility on your back. So everything has a good point, if you pick a feature of a planet or sign, you will see that the bad ones and the goods one come from the same energy, energy always expand for both sides.

Saturn square Venus

I have already say it one time, but in a witch view, and I will repeat because I have more pride in being a witch than a astrologer 😆

A square means that the planets are working in a different field, so them will not help it other in nothing since isn't their gift to you. Saturn is working in your relationship matters, if you have a problem is him who you will look for and seeing what's going on ( I'm answering the question in a pretty general way, of course), so you will see how he is working right in that moment and figure out what you will need to do. You will ask for help to Venus, no, she is working in another field, that one is for Saturn, go talk with him.

Saturn in 7th house

The one ruled by Saturn in House 7 is a person who is seen as distant and even cold in his relationships. Much more connected to the rational and the intellectual, you does not care about things that you considers extremely immature and romantic, having a much more direct, centered and serious posture in most cases. In addition, you is always much more demanding and quarrelsome with those around you, causing a lot of friction when you gives your opinions or when you wants to give life to others. Very critical does not miss the opportunity to say what you thinks or to meddle in the matters you thinks you knows how to express your opinion.

Futhermore, you want be around people who thing as capable , so one's that are good in their field and responsible, for that reason you can ask for more than others can give to up, and get mad. Also wants to be useful and demands a lot from yourself.

What no ones says is that Saturn is a planet of big desire, the place that you want actually be the best and work for that, for that reason we always get so stressed, because we can't stop working in that area.

With love,

Madam Saturn 💋

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OMG!! Congratulations!! I'm so happy you've reached 100 followers! Your works are just amazing and I'm just so happy that a lot of people know your work! I know it'll continue to grow and I can't wait for that to happen!! It was so hard to choose characters to do and prompts because they were all wonderful but, “ I’m here for you." with Princess and Ms. Bellum, mother/adopted daughter relationship? I also want to say I'm in LOVE with the second chapter of your Au. Cheers & a late happy New Year!

Okay, one, right off the bat, the very premise of your prompt could make me cry. Second of all, thank you so so much.

Your continued support is always so encouraging. I won't lie, you and a few other followers came around during a time where I seriously debated deleting this blog, and like, that wave of Parasomnia readers really sparked my joy/inspiration all over again, so seriously a big thank you to you (and everyone else) :)

Okay, I'll stop being mushy rn, I've just got a lot of love in my heart and a lot of really great followers 🥰🥰🥰

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"We do not need to know the beginning of a child's story to change the ending." — Fi Newood

Considering her employer, Sarah Bellum knew a project when she saw one, and she saw one in that red curly-haired little girl. Princess Morebucks, in her broken-down suit of golden armor, sat crying on the curb near the wreckage of another "evil" plan gone wrong.

Surrounding her was an entourage of police and an even larger, more powerful (and expensive) group of lawyers, making the tiny six-year-old look even smaller—no parents in sight.

"Hey, come on now," Sarah soothed, bending down and putting a comforting hand on Princess's back, "there's no need to cry; I'm here for you, it'll be alright."

A snotty, blotchy, tear-stained face looked up at her, wide-eyed and confused, and Sarah offered the girl her warmest smile.

not exactly to the "adopted" part of their relationship, but every relationship needs a good beginning, right? Hopefully, this is okay!

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"Black Magic" *Part 6*

Part 5

Part 7

Okay so this one's a bit shorter, but like I said I want to try and keep it a "day" a chapter. Also, I don't think you want this day to be ANY longer.

....I'm so sorry.

Also also---- I'm going out now. I'M SO SORRY.

I'll post another chapter tonight....be strong my babies!

Side note how perfect is the gif with the angry barba and the smirking Olivia....I mean.... what?

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You arrived at the door of Rafael's office early once again, knocking this time. You looked like a million bucks. You had taken at least an hour to get ready, your outfit, your hair, your makeup. You were ready to make a move. You knocked again. There was no answer. He should be there, maybe he didn’t hear you. You knocked a little louder. Where could he be? You decided to take a peek and peer open his door to see the most horrifying sight:

Rafael and Olivia, making out on his desk. They both snapped back when they heard the door open.

“Y/N!!” He yelled angrily. “Don't you knock?”

“Oh.. oh my God I'm so sorry sir I'm really sorry. I just brought your morning coffee sir,” You were upset, embarrassed , confused , distraught unable to speak, unable to think.

“Well you should learn not to peep on other people Y/N,” Olivia gave you an evil smirk. “I should get going anyway baby,” she rubbed the lipstick off Rafael's lips. “I have a long day.”

“Oh but I'll miss you carino,” Rafael whined while rubbing his nose against hers in a disgusting fashion.

“I know baby, but maybe we'll have lunch?” She messed with his collar.

“You can count on it,” Rafael growled seductively, smacking her butt as she walked towards the door. “Two can play at your game,” she whispered at you as she walked out

Oh my god. Oh my God oh my god!! How did she know? How was it possible? So many things went through your head at that moment.

“I um, I left something at my desk,” You lied quickly as you headed out the door.

“Olivia!” You called after her angrily suddenly overwhelmed with courage. She stopped and turned and stared at you

“Really? Got some balls on you now do you?”

“What did you do?” You demanded.

“I didn't do anything to him.” She acted innocent. “He just realized that his feelings for me were there all along,” she batted her eyes mockingly. “Isn't that what you did?”

“It's not real!” You barked. “You know it's not real. It'll wear off by tomorrow,”

“Oh I really don't think it will” She held up a water bottle in her purse and it was filled with a….purple liquid? Yep it was purple. Why was it purple? Did she make it stronger? Oh God how strong did she make it?

“Olivia you can't do this to him. I stopped and realized if it wasn't real, I didn't want it.”

“Oh that's bullshit.” She rolled her eyes. “You just brought him his morning coffee. You and I both know that it has that stuff in it. You just needed to refill him but I got there first.”

“No that's not true! You yelled, tears stinging your eyes now. “And he loves me. I know he does.”

“Oh my God you are delusional,” she laughed.” Look I'm happy you had a fun day yesterday but you’re out of your league here, sweetie. He's mine and he always will be? Got it?” She smirked again, then turned and stomped away in her heels leaving you there speechless.

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You were furious, you were confused, you were upset and then you realized that you had to still continue this day as if nothing was different. Nothing was wrong. You wondered how strong Olivia's stuff was. You wondered what the rules were. Did it block out his feelings for you completely and only focus on her? Did it wipe any memory of you and him at all? Could you break it? You had so many questions you needed to call Chloe but you know you couldn't until your break so you sucked it up and walked back into Rafael's office.

“I'm really sorry about that so earlier,” You did your best to keep from crying. He looked at you with an almost look of disdain.

“Yeah well you really need to be more professional, Y/N.” He scoffed.

"Now you really need to get me copies of these prepositions by noon so that I can go to lunch with my beloved and then go to court.”

“Your beloved?” You spat unintentionally, wanting to gag.

“Excuse you?” He gave you an angry look.

"Look I know that you have some kind of crazy crush on me, but you need to learn that what me and my girlfriend have is something you can't get between so you really need to either control yourself or I will relieve you of your services.” He glared at you.

You couldn't breathe, you felt your heart beating in your chest and your ears. Your palms were sweating, you were having a panic attack. What the hell did she put in her concoction? How did she make him turn so harshly against you?

“I... Yes sir, sorry sir, right away sir,” You whispered grabbing the papers from him running out of the office.

Finally after you got Rafael his copies and he stormed out of his office to go meet his “beloved”, you took the break to call Chloe in tears.

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“Oh My God, what happened honey?” She asked, immediately hearing your sobs over the phone.

“She did it,” You sobbed.

“Who did what now?”

“She found the spell! Or some spell. I don't know what she did. I don't know how she could have-- I don't know what she did!!!” You kept sobbing uncontrollably not being able to form coherent thoughts.

“Okay, I'm going to need you to slow down,” Chloe said in a calming manner. “Breathe honey. Use your words. Now explain to me exactly what happened,”

You took several deep breaths trying to compose yourself so that you could explain what was happening to her.

“I went into Rafael's office this morning, and he was making out with that vile woman,” You sniffled.

“What vile woman?”

“Olivia, his ‘beloved’,” you rolled your eyes through your tears.

“His beloved?”

“It's some woman that he works with, and apparently has been in love with him forever. She somehow, I don't know how, figured out what we did to him and she somehow found her own spell. Which I'm pretty sure is not the same one, because it was a purple liquid. AND she not only created feelings for her, she made him hate me!!” You continued to sob.

“...Oh,” Was all Chloe could say.

“OH…?!” You scoffed. “I thought you said that magic laws frowned upon spells like that, controlling people's free will!”

“It does! Good magic anyway,” She sighed.

“What the hell does that mean?” You yelled angrily.

“Well I mean you know there's good witches and bad witches,”

“Oh my God, what in the Wizard Of Oz fuckery--”

“I don't know what to tell you honey. That's how it is. There's good magic and there's black magic. Black magic is all selfish and self-indulgent and instant gratification. She must have gone to somebody who deals in that,”

“Who could it be?”

“I don't know! It's not like they're listed in the yellow pages! WAIT-- Oh my God I think I might have an idea,” Chloe suddenly paused. “...But you're not going to believe me,”

“Oh my God what does that mean?” you asked wearily.

“Well.. you've seen all the movies right? You know like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White,”

“Oh God. Are you seriously going to tell me that true love's kiss can break the spell?”

“Well.. you really don't have any other options right now, do you?”

“CHLOE those are Disney movies for fuck’s sake!!”

“Hey, remember Once Upon A Time? THAT was the ‘real world’, and true love’s kiss brought magic to our world!” Chloe pointed out.

“THAT’S A TV SHOW!!!!!”

“I don't know what else you want me to say here babe. But you should do it. Unless you want to lose him forever to this “Olivia” person. You said that she had a lot of it, right? She could keep this up for as long as she wants. AND the more she gives him the stronger it's going to be and the harder it is going to be to break. I mean he might end up really hating you and firing you, and then your whole life will be ruined. You not only need to break this spell for you to be happy, but before it impacts your entire life,” Chloe warned.

“Oh my God, oh my god…” You whimpered. “I should have never done this.”

“Hey chin up this will work out I'm sure of it!” She said in a chipper tone.

“Okay Jiminy,” You rolled your eyes as you hung up and went back to your office. You did your best to continue with the rest of the day, trying to stay out of Rafael’s way. Which wasn't hard, considering that he was in court most of the day. Around four he texted you and told you that he was no longer in need of your services for the day so you could go home early. Oh also he just HAD to add that he was going to go out with Liv. You wanted to vomit. You headed home and went to brainstorm with Chloe.

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“Okay so I've been researching black magic. Chloe had papers sprawled out all over her bed when you came home. “She must have used a combination of love and hate spells.”

“Wait, so you mean actual love spells? Like actually creating fictitious love? Not just magnifying what he felt for her?”

“Correct” she nodded. “I don't think he ever had real feelings for her.”

“Well he said that she and him had a thing, and that he thought about her like that when they first met. So maybe it was going off of that,” You shrugged sadly.

“Another thing we need to figure out is how to get the rest of the potion from her somehow,”

“And just HOW do you expect me to do that?!”

“I don’t...I don’t know,” She shrugged, sifting through her research.

“Chloe, give me something you DO know,” You rubbed your temples; this was giving you a migraine.

“Okay… well, maybe if I talk to my other friends they can figure out a way to counteract the effects even just a little, if you're not willing to or unable to get true love's kiss,”

“Oh God--”

“Hey, I'm just saying”

“Whatever.” You sighed. “My head hurts, my heart hurts, everywhere hurts Chloe,” You whined. “I just want this to be over,”

“Okay honey just-- just go get some sleep, I’ll figure out a game plan for you to use tomorrow,”

“Okay...thank you,” You gave her a small hug and went to your room.

You went to bed with a deep feeling of dread.

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