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francesminos-tt · 11 months

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Blind!Joff curiouscat prompt fill

1. Joffrey was born blind. King Viserys I decided to betroth him to Daeron.

“You know why the king betrothed you to me?” Joffrey asked Daeron on their wedding night. He was sitting on the bed, clouded pupils looking into the void. The wedding ceremony was small and private, only the couple’s family and a few royal lords presented to witness them exchanging vows. A small banquet was held to celebrate their union. Joffrey let himself be led by his new husband and uncle, to the altar, to the feasting table and finally to their shared bedroom.

“I don’t.” Daeron replied, his voice coming from somewhere in front of Joffrey, “and I have no intention of knowing. But you seem to be determined to enlighten me.”

“Because you are dispensable.” Joffrey said with a laugh. Daeron was right. Joffrey was going to tell him no matter what. At least his husband was not stupid, Joffrey mused.

“Is there a reason why you want to make me hate you?”

Daeron’s words caught Joffrey in surprise. No one told him that his husband had a sharp tongue. Again, Daeron was right. To an extent. Joffrey assumed Daeron didn’t want to marry a useless blind man who couldn’t even ride his own dragon. Joffrey was just making sure. If Daeron did hate him, at least Joffrey proved himself to be as useless as he thought.

“You want people to hate you, don’t you?”

Joffrey felt the mattress sink in next to him, indicating that Daeron had sat on the bed and was dangerously close to him.

“You want people to hate you so you can dwell in your own misery.” Daeron continued, his words sharper than daggers, “you want me to say that I don’t want to marry a blind bastard, that you are a burden, an anomaly in the family, don’t you?”

Why? Why Daeron could speak Joffrey’s mind for him?

“Shut up.” Joffrey said with gritted teeth.

“Sorry to disappoint you, husband.” Daeron’s voice came closer, Joffrey could almost feel his husband’s warm breath on his skin, “but I don’t hate you. You have no idea how long I have waited for this.”

Joffrey felt a hand gently cradled his face, rough fingertips dancing on his cheek, sending chills down his spine.

“I know you will be mine the moment I laid eyes on you.” Daeron leaned in, planting a small kiss on Joffrey’s nose, “you know why the king betrothed us? Because I fought for it. I fought for the right to marry you. I cried so hard and threw the biggest tantrum of my life to fight for you.”

Joffrey blinked as he felt a warmth on his lips. He was blind, so to him, keeping his eyes open when being kissed was perfectly normal. He only saw darkness anyway.

“If only you could see. How beautiful you are.” Daeron wrapped his arms around his little husband, contented that he finally had Joffrey to himself.

All his life, Joffrey had never felt the urge to see, not even once. He had accepted the darkness long ago. But now, now he wanted to be able to see so badly, not to see himself, but to see his husband.

“Let me feel you.” Joffrey whispered, lifting his hands up to cup Daeron’s face.

“Take your time. We have all the time in the world, husband.”

2. Daeron pov when he first meets Joffrey

“I want you to be on your best behavior.” Alicent warned her children. Aegon was clearly not impressed, Helaena’s mind was absent as usual, Aemond grunted, only Daeron gave his mother a small nod.

“Seven help me.” Alicent muttered to herself before standing up, fixing her headpiece and collar, making sure not one single wrinkle could be seen.

“Why are we up this early?” Aegon asked in a small voice.

“Our sister is coming to visit our father.” Aemond replied, “Mother thinks Rhaenyra is plotting something.”

“Mother thinks everyone is plotting something. She even thinks I am plotting against her by skipping my class.” Aegon mused.

“Funny that she thinks you have the brain for it.”

Aemond and Aegon began to bicker with each other. Daeron sighed and rubbed his temple like an old man. He had just turned 8 and joined his brothers in training, but sometimes he thought he was the maturest one among his siblings.

“There’s a butterfly on your shoulder.” Helaena whispered, not looking at Daeron but somehow Daeron knew she was talking to him. But the strange thing was, there was no butterfly or any other kind of bug on Daeron’s heavily embroidered coat.

They met Rhaenyra’s family at the throne room. The crown princess was beautiful as always, belly swollen and a small silver haired child in her arms, her loyal husband, the Rogue Prince, at her side. Jacaerys and Lucerys stood slightly behind her. There was another boy, a few years younger than Daeron, clung to Jacaerys’s side. He kept his head down, small hands grabbing a handful of his brother’s pants. To Daeron’s surprise, there was a small black whelp perched on the boy’s shoulder, spiked tails around his neck. How strange. No one was allowed to bring their dragon to the throne room. That was probably why Queen Alicent looked so pissed.

He must be Rhaenyra’s third son, Joffrey. For some reason, the crown princess had never brought the boy to court, so this was the first time Daeron laid eyes on him. Daeron was immediately enchanted. Joffrey must be such a spoiled menace to bring his dragon to court, but why did he act so innocent?

A knight announced the arrival of the king and everyone turned to the entrance of the room, except for Joffrey. The boy clearly heard the announcement but he looked like he didn’t know where the king was. Jacaerys whispered something in Joffrey’s ear as he guided the boy to turn around. Joffrey finally lifted his head up, and Daeron was struck.

Joffrey’s eyes were a perfect combination of soft brown and light violet, like chocolate cake with lavender icing. There was no light in those beautiful pupils.

Daeron learned later that day that Rhaenyra was seeking a possible betrothal for her blind son Joffrey, ideally a son of the king himself. Queen Alicent was not impressed but Daeron was thrilled. He knew this was his chance.

He started to cry in front of the king and said between hiccups that he didn’t want nephew Joffrey to be married to anyone other than him.

3. Can you write a little porn with Daeron's POV 🥺 I'm a sucker for tender sex

“I am going to touch you now.” Daeron said, his soft voice drowned out by the crackling of the hearth.

Joffrey nodded. He was lying on the bed in just a simple gown, his pale neck and ankles visible in the candle light. Joffrey’s eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling, unfocused pupils like a pair of obsidian orbs.

Daeron gently placed his hand on Joffrey’s wrist, moving slowly up to the brunette’s forearm, elbow, arm, shoulder, all the way to his collar bone. Joffrey shivered under his touch, goosebumps forming on his skin.

“Don’t be scared. I am not going to hurt you.” Daeron assured, sliding his hand into the collar of the gown. His fingers danced on Joffrey’s bare chest, feeling the muscles contract under his fingertips.

“I am not scared.” Joffrey replied with shaky voice. His eyes were still wide open, but his breaths quickened, nostrils flaring like he had just come back from a run.

Joffrey didn’t lie. He was not scared, but the sensation of being touched by a stranger was new to him. He was now completely at mercy of someone he didn’t really know. For a blind man like him, lack of vision only enhanced his other senses. Joffrey was extremely sensitive, and Daeron’s gentle touch kept sending chills down his spine. He had to bite his lips to stop himself from moaning.

Daeron was excited to explore Joffrey’s body. Joffrey was just as beautiful as he had imagined, skin pale from all the time he spent inside the castle. So beautiful that the gods decided to take his vision away.

“I am going to kiss you.” Daeron leaned down and stopped inches from Joffrey’s inviting lips.

“On the lips?” Joffrey asked, clearly sensed Daeron’s breath on his lips.

“Yes. That’s how couples kiss.”

“I’ve never been kissed on the lips before.”

“I’m honored to be your first, then.” Daeron smiled and sealed their lips into a tender kiss. He slowly licked Joffrey’s lips, before pushing his tongue into the brunette’s slightly parted lips, invading Joffrey’s mouth and chasing his shy tongue.

Joffrey let out a surprised moan. He had no idea a kiss could make him go numb and melt like a pool of mud. He knew he had to spread his legs and let his alpha have their way, but he didn’t know they had to kiss.

Daeron’s fingertips now moved to Joffrey’s nipple. He circled around the pink bud using his nails before pinching it, making Joffrey jump in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Joffrey hissed, trying to move away.

“Relax. I am just trying to pleasure you.” Daeron grabbed Joffrey’s hip to keep the boy in place, “Do you not like me fiddling with your nipples?”

“I don’t know.” Joffrey replied, embarrassed, “No one touched there before. I am just, surprised.”

“Let me know if you start to feel uncomfortable.” Daeron kissed the boy’s eyelids, feeling the slight tremble of the thick lashes. He began to pinch Joffrey’s nipple again and his other hand slid between the boy’s legs, into the warm wetness that had never knew another one before.

Joffrey whimpered and finally closed his eyes.

4. What if Joffrey somehow got his eye sight back (magic or something like that)

It happened in one ordinary morning. Joffrey woke up in Daeron’s arms, warm and content, evidence of last night’s sex still on his skin. Joffrey had never expected he would enjoy sex, or even get one in his life, but Daeron proved him wrong. Joffrey was very sensitive due to his lack of vision, all his other senses sharper than most people, making him easily overwhelmed. Daeron liked to explore his body, kissing Joffrey’s skin inch by inch as if worshipping a holy relic.

Joffrey stayed absolutely still while waiting for his brain to fully awake. He had woken up earlier than Daeron before, and every time Joffrey would stay in his husband’s arms, his head resting on Daeron’s chest, listening to Daeron’s steady heartbeat. Joffrey didn’t dare moving, for fear of waking his husband unnecessarily. Joffrey had no way of telling whether it was morning or night, since his world was always dark, so he always waited for Daeron to wake up on his own.

Today was different. Joffrey felt something bright on his eyelid, so bright that it hurt his eyes. He blinked, and blinked again, but the brightness was still there.

What was this? Could it be?

Sunlight?

Joffrey sat up abruptly, the familiar darkness had now turned to grey, he could make out some blurry lines in his vision.

Joffrey knew this was not a dream. He had dreamed about him regaining his vision before, but in those dreams, he never actually saw anything. He had no idea what everything looked like. Bed, chairs, curtains, all new and strange for him.

“Joff? What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” Daeron’s familiar voice came from his left side.

Joffrey slowly turned his head to the left. In the blurriness, he saw a young man’s face. Defined eyebrows and a straight nose. Slightly pursed lips. Worried eyes. Features that he had felt numerous times under his fingers.

Joffrey had no idea how a handsome man should look like, but he knew his husband must be one of them.

“Joff?”

“Daeron, I think I can see your face.”

5. 👀 i need to know Joff's family + his husband's family reaction.

His family were thrilled to learn that their poor Joff had miraculously regained his vision. Rhaenyra burst into tears; she always blamed herself for Joff’s blindness. There must have been something wrong in her womb. But now, all those years, her boy could see again. Thank all the gods, old and new, for this miracle. Joff’s brothers were happy too. Jace and Luke were the ones helping Joffrey the most growing up. The brothers were glued at the hip; Jace and Luke always made sure Joffrey didn’t bump into anything. Even Daemon shed a tear or two after learning the news. He had insisted that Joff take dragon rider lessons even though the boy could never actually fly on dragon back. Now all those lessons might just pay off.

In short, everyone was happy except for Daeron. Don’t get him wrong, of course Daeron wanted Joffrey to have his sight back, but he didn’t like the idea of sharing Joff with anyone, including Joffrey’s own family. That was why Daeron stood alone, outside of the exciting crowd around their bed. The curtains were only drawn a creak, letting a small ray of sunlight through. Joff’s eyes were still sensitive so it was better to keep the room dim.

“Mother.” Joffrey tugged Rhaenyra’s sleeve, a habit he had grown to get her attention.

“What is it, Joff?” Rhaenyra kissed her boy’s forehead, her arms still tightly wrapped around him.

“Can I go see the king tomorrow? I am tired.” Joffrey said apologetically.

“Of course. I am so sorry, Joff, we should give some time to process.” Rhaenyra threw some glances at her husband and sons, all of them nodding and getting up to leave.

“I will see you tomorrow, Joff.” Jace waved at his little brother.

“With a lot of lemon cakes.” Luke said cheerfully, drawing a small smile from Joffrey.

“Get some rest, son.” Daemon patted Joffrey’s shoulder before leaving.

Several minutes later, the room finally regained its quietness. The silence stretched for a moment before it was broken by Joffrey.

“Daeron? Will you come to the bed, please?”

Daeron only remained in the room because he had forgotten that Joff could see him now. He had done this before, observing Joff without the boy noticing. It seemed that his fun was now ruined.

“Aren’t you tired?” Daeron walked to the bed, stopping at the edge, looking down at Joffrey.

“I am.” Joffrey lifted his head, soft brown eyes focusing on Daeron. He smiled at his husband and held his arms out. “Will you join me, husband? I can’t sleep without you.”

Now that was something Daeron hadn’t expected. He was so afraid of losing Joff. Joff was a charming young man, well loved by his family, and Daeron was only able to have him because of his blindness. He had to depend on Daeron, but now Joff had gained his vision back, why would he still stay at Daeron’s side?

“I thought I would lose you.” Daeron whispered after taking Joff into his arms.

“To what?” Joff smiled and nuzzled Daeron’s neck. “You are stuck with me now. Too late to get rid of me.”

“Never.”

#hotd #house of the dragon #joffron #daeron x joffrey #joffrey velaryon #daeron the daring #curiouscat archive

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officiallralsei · 3 months

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well @memoryheadundefined's mod is helping me and tvmod get the rp archived onto a neocities page. we're still planning to finish out the rp on this site, but as soon as we get the archive running, I'll post a link to the site and be sure to crosspost all our new posts onto it as we write them. you can then set up an rss feed to be notified of new posts on there.

sorry if this is disappointing to any askers who are planning on leaving the site and wanted to participate in the last of this story! im not too keen on setting up a cohost so the best solution re: asks really is to keep the story going on this site. maybe I'll set up a curiouscat or something so you can send stuff in as the plot unfolds, if you really don't want to be using tumblr anymore.

trans rights are human rights. fuck this websites moderation team for making it unsafe for the communities we've built here.

#admin

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sarcasticscribbles · 6 months

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(question from CuriousCat) Q: Heyyy I love your youtube! Which video of yours do you consider your favorite, and which one do you like the least? <3 - Anonymous

AH thanks!! I think my favourite is the BABOOSHKA Sasha animatic; I loved how the audio came out and the art + colours worked really well. It was one of my first 1 min animatics and I tried a bunch of new stuff for it. The song is so good, and I liked how it matched up with Tim and Sasha's relation; Sasha's scream fit Kate Bush so well lol

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Least favourite (out of like, my modern videos) is probably "What's the Kindest Way to Say? || The Magnus Archives Animatic". I finished up right before leaving my flat for the holiday and was so stressed. I don't think the colours go well together, parts are sloppy, and I see a lot of mistakes I was too tried to fix. It was one of my first "hits" in the tma community, but I never liked it lol; however I like the sound, and I might remake it now when a year has passed!! (ft this ugly frame where I forgot Jon's beard)

#the magnus archives #tma #mag #Youtube

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amurr-reha · 11 months

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“Navigation is hard, it’s not intuitive.” - I keep hearing this.

If any twitter friends have questions, I would love to answer any to try and help make using Tumblr easier for you, if you choose to use it. It’s honestly very simple and has a ton of creative features.

(More below!)

A big big big thing I want to stress - Tumblr is NOT a quick consumable metric chasing website, it’s not built to be. I would recommend Instagram if you want to chase metrics and consume media versus focus on the artistic or RP building atmosphere of it.

Don’t worry about the “layout” so hard. If you want to make one, there’s free layouts out there but it’s a legacy thing, so I wouldn’t make a priority. Unless you give someone your NAME@tumblr link versus tumblr.com/NAME link, they’ll never really see it (you’ll never see it). Focus on that later.

Asks: A built in CuriousCat/Telloynm

Messages: DMs

Conversing/Interacting:

Lovenotes in tags (People write comments in them along with the actual proper tagging when reblogging - not required but it makes people’s days and will inspire them to do the same for yours/others)

Commenting (self explanatory - comment on an image and we can reply back)

Re-blog commenting (If you make a text post, we can reblog and add our own text to it - can make it a back and forth chain but I wouldn't recommend unless it’s RP or questions or intellectual debate)

(Hey look, I don't have a 280 chara limit) (This baby can fit so much text customization)

Asks: a great feature to ask questions or submit reblogged writing prompts for RP. Comes with Anon feature (togglable).

Reblogging is exposure. Likes are personal and do not populate on dashboards like on Twitter. People can still access them from your page but odds are they aren’t going to do that. You can make your Likes private for only you to see if you wanted as well.

You can upload an array of things from Text, Photos, Quotes, Music, etc. as shown on the easy access post bar at the top of your dashboard.

Tumblr has an Archive function, so if you want to search everything you tagged with XYZ, it will show you everything you uploaded with that tag. No blackhole like Twitter.

Already mentioned but don’t censor tags. They aren’t used as weapons here. You don’t get punished for using the full words, it’s for the protection of others to use the correct terminology when tagging so they can add it to their Blocked/Muted Words list.

Yes you can post nsfw here again.

Posting text - if you highlight your word/sentence, a bar will pop up with some text customizations. You can also use keyboard functions CTRL B/CTRL I. To undo it, click on the icon again so it goes from (on) blue to (off) black.

Omg what’s that? An EDIT button? We can edit our posts after posting.

All in all - click the post photo button, upload photo, write caption, tag and post. That’s literally it.

If not getting 100+ likes instantly honestly and truly bothers you (that's called social media addiction btw lmao), go to Instagram. Best wishes my friends - may the blue bird rise and fly with it’s one remaining wing again ♡

#its extremely easy lol #we just get complacent in current ways #anyways most of twitter people will go to insta for the metrics #give it time if you want to learn tumblr #everything takes time #have patience and keep an open mind willing to learn #ffxiv twitter refugees #ffxiv twitter #tumblr is a great space for artistic posting and building characters with aesthetics and writing

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beastranpo · 8 months

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Someone messaged my curiouscat recently asking about it, so I figured I'd make a post here as well, though this account is more or less invisible to the best of my knowledge:

All of my Dazai/Ranpo fanfics have been privated (and, not long after, I decided to simply private all of my BSD fics entirely), and they will not be unlocked until the spam fic situation on AO3 has been fixed. I have just started keeping a timer within the week to see just how many spam fics we get per day, and in the span of 48 hours, there were 18. This of course means that everything before that, and after those two days, makes the number obscenely high and the fact writers have to be buried under this bullshit constantly is hurtful and damages our motivation to keep writing. Especially for writers such as myself, who write for rarepairs.

Anyone who is familiar with 'rchimedes' or 'beastranpo' or 'rukimedesu' knows that i am more or less 90% of all the english fandom's content when it comes to Dazai/Ranpo. I'm always commissioning them, always writing them, have spent well over 60,000 dollars into merch and art of them, and counting. To have this love stepped on by careless, childish people who don't understand what the archive is even meant for fucking sucks, and to have these feelings brushed off as being sensitive or overreactive doesn't help either.

I didn't want my works to be associated with the current environment of the fandom because of their actions. This has been a growing problem for the BSD fandom and ignoring it is NOT going to help anything. It will just mean an even bigger problem will occur later. We can't keep turning a blind eye just because it doesn't affect us personally. Because when it does, and no one joins in to help or understands your frustration, you'll feel as if there's no point in staying in the fandom.

For my readers who are disappointed they can't read my works for the time being, I hope you will respect and support my decision. I have said this on my twitter already, but you are free to message me to ask for PDF's through email of my works until this is over with. A handful of readers have already done this already, way more than I ever expected, and I'm very grateful for the kind words.

For the time being, I have been posting all my DaRan fics on my patreon. Rest assured, it does not charge monthly, and only charges when I update main project chapters (Blooming Nexus), as I charge by those posts exclusively. Everything else is free to view at your leisure.

I will do my best to check my tumblr more often, but if you have anything to message me, it would be more reliable to message my twitter @beastranpo or send a message to my curiouscat.

Thank you for your time. Dazai and Ranpo are boyfriends and eternal, by the way. The last episode was so legendary for these telepathic boyfriends. Please have a good day ♥

#copied some of things answered in a recent twit cc but anyway yeah.#for my whole.... 20 something followers and 30 bots #txt

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olderthannetfic · 2 years

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I don't agree with anon who suggested removing comments from AO3, but I do kinda wonder what an AO3 without a kudos button would look like. To the best of my knowledge, LJ had no kudos/like equivalent, and I've always wondered if the interaction culture was influenced by the lack of a "show your appreciation" feature that was both quick and, more importantly, impersonal. I understand that for many readers, kudos is the only way they feel comfortable leaving feedback, but I've always viewed it as a little bit too close to the "consume and move on" culture of IG and Twitter.

On a related note, in a discussion about why people do or don't comment on AO3 fics, many people said something to the tune of "I don't want to break the flow by stopping to comment when I'm binge-reading fic". And I get that, but at the same time the concept of binge-reading fic after fic, like scrolling down an Instagram feed, and only leaving a like as a sign of your passage there, makes me a little sad.

Since you were involved with AO3 early on, I'm also curious what went into the Kudos button and why.

You know, I honestly don't remember the conversations around the kudos button. I suspect they happened more among the tech people doing the actual design and programming and less amongst the content policy people where I was.

That said, I think the view of LJ that most Olds have is far too rosy:

The big difference wasn't kudos: it was hit counters.

Kudos-only types were probably lurking, but they didn't show up because there was no like button and no count of how many non-commenters happened by. Actual attempts to figure out rates of feedback showed they were terrible just like they were terrible in the zine days and just like they're terrible now... at least in the minds of authors.

The too anxious to X crowd still existed in the past. They just either never found fandom in the first place because you needed to know someone in order to gain access to zines or a mailing list or they lurked and got locked out of all the locked fic posts on LJ.

The people who get shittons of interaction are the ones with free time to respond a lot and who seem to be inviting interaction. I've had some bitchy assholes whine that they're not popular on tumblr while I am, but 1. it took years and 2. well, see above.

On LJ, the people who got a lot of interaction were writing juggernaut ships in fandoms at the height of their popularity. They often also had meta posts that directly invited responses in between their fic posts. And the fic posts may have had author's notes that invited conversation too.

In 2022, the fic authors who I see getting tons of interaction have a CuriousCat or similar that they link to on their fics and seem to be parked on Twitter all day, responding to fans and inviting more interaction. They are writing juggernaut ships in fandoms at the height of their popularity.

If I look at Fanfiction.net (which had literal millions of users at points where "all of fandom" in a LJ sense was pretty small), I see a lot more commonalities with AO3. Certain very skilled authors have fans falling over themselves to make friends. Certain small fandoms or ships have a dedicated fanbase that comments on everything, and it's the same 6 people, but they're very enthusiastic. Old, dead fandoms or unpopular topics don't get a lot of interaction. Hits are very high compared to feedback of any kind.

You avoid binge readers by sharing your fic in private with your tiny fandom of super committed people. On big, public archives, it has always been the norm. Hell, in zine times, someone with the money for a lot of zines could still be like this. There was just less to read overall.

As an author, I don't like being treated as disposable, but one has to keep in mind how many times one has had a profound reaction to fiction and shared that reaction with friends or with no one.

I don't think the bingers are necessarily seeing me as disposable even if they don't comment.

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poxei · 8 months

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Is there a possibility to post OC lore somewhere more centralized? Imho twitter and curiouscat are not the best place to archive info, because you have to scroll endlessly through a profile and can't effectively search for anything. On Tumblr blogs there's at least the possibility of scrolling through a blog archive, searching a blog directly for keywords or tags (they've been used). Sorry if I'm coming off rude!! I've just seen this happen a couple of times with really cool artists (and honestly I'm kinda tired of going on twitter for anyone or anything.)

I agree twitter isn't the best place to post either, since it's hard to search, like you said. but I also am posting there more simply because more people are asking stuff. I asked both twitter and tumblr to send me questions at around the same time, and they sent more, so naturally I would post more oc lore over there. tumblr is my roots and I'll never leave but ... yeah. of course, I'm always thankful for the people who do send thoughtful asks like you, and I'll do my best to answer.

I do have a toyhouse but it only has their basic profiles right now. I've been trying to figure out how to use toyhouse better since I think it's the cleanest way to read info. but it's unintuitive and kinda hard to use. maybe people can ask stuff on both twitter and tumblr and I'll update toyhouse in intervals.

#asks #also this was not rude at all!#someone else said something way ruder after you #i just deleted their ask

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aita-blorbos · 9 months

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[ID: A CuriousCat post.

Anonymous: Hey, is there an ask in the box that starts with something like “I’ve never used this toomblr thing before”? I don’t always see all the daily posts so I’m unsure if that’s been sent out or not to the public.

AITA_Blorbos: Go to https://aita-blorbos.tumblr.com/archive and ctrl+f "toomblr" (or another specific word/phrase you used) to see if something's been posted with that. We don't answer "Is this in the queue/inbox" asks. End ID.]

Link to our archive (text is a link)

#not aita #faq #curiouscat

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cosleia · 10 months

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Situational Awareness by valda

Another new* fic! kylux, modern au, 2400 words.

Summary:

Kylo and Hux have been talking past each other for five years. Finally, it comes to a head.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Relationship: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Getting Together, Dom/sub Undertones, Dominant Armitage Hux, Submissive Kylo Ren, Feeding

Language:English

Published: 2023-08-06

Words: 2,400

Chapters: 1/1

Notes:

This was originally written on Twitter in response to an anonymous CuriousCat prompt, in May 2019. It has been lightly edited for AO3.

#star wars #kylux #fanfic #my writing

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erovalkyrie · 9 months

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TRANT X JEAN SEQUEL

"These Moments With You" FANFIC OUT NOW ON AO3!!! 💖🔥🙌

The sequel to "A Friend", it will be a collection of short fics, of many SFW and NSFW moments between Trant and Jean! Slowburn, emotional and wholesome! ✨👀 (KimHarry is also happening!) (More info under the cut)

I decided for a short story collection for a few reasons:

easier to read for a long series

faster to write for me with other big WIPs hanging around

we do speedrun slowburn by only showing the highlights

I wrote CuriousCat prompts for many anon requests, like "first kiss", "first time", etc. and especially with Twitter being... like it is, they will get lost. I want to collect all of these and put them into one lovely fic series. Written properly, as stories, not just ideas, and giving them the stage they deserve :'3

#disco elysium #disco elysium fanfiction #trantjean #trajean #trant heidelstam #jean vicquemare #friends to lovers #kimharry is happening in the background #they #look I just want them to be happy #de fanfiction

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francesminos-tt · 9 months

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Curious cat prompt: Joffron Valyrian wedding

Daeron arrived at his wedding in rags. The sun was just about to rise, a single ray of sunlight lifting the deep blue night sky like a groom lifting the veil of his bride. Daeron landed Tesserion on a large rock, jumped off the Blue Queen and ran down the hill to the small clearing near the shore. He didn’t have the time or chance to change into something regal, so he arrived at the ceremonial rock in his riding gear, black leather and deep forest green cloak, his silver hair wind-swept and his forehead covered in sweat and dirt.

Joffrey was already there. Daeron’s nephew, his bride, his omega-to-be. Joffrey looked no better than Daeron, his dark curls flying in the air like an untamed wild beast. His cheeks were flushed, from the run or the wedding, Daeron did not know.

“You are late.” Joffrey complained, brushing a strand of curls from his face.

“I come as quick as I can. It’s not easy sneaking Tesserion away from the Dragon Pit. I am sure mother has already found out my absence.” Daeron took Joffrey into his arms and kissed the omega’s lips. Despite his disheveled clothes, Joffrey looked incredibly beautiful, his eyes bright with excitement, his lips plump from nervous biting, his skin golden in the morning sun. Daeron inhaled deeply, the harsh scent of volcano, the saltness of the sea and the sweet herbal aroma of Joffrey’s pheromones making his head spin.

“Then we must do it quickly.” Joffrey said, “Before the castle awakes.”

“Daemon will have my head for this.” Daeron whispered, “He went to sleep last night and wakes up this morning to find his son married.”

“Are you afraid, Daeron the Daring?” Joffrey’s dark eyes looked straight into Daeron’s purple ones, “It’s not too late to call it off.”

“No.” Daeron cradled Joffrey’s cheek in his palm, “If I must die, I’d rather die your husband than your uncle.”

Joffrey smiled, his lips curling up as small wrinkles creeping up the corner of his eyes. Daeron always loved Joffrey’s smile, so bright, so pure, so careless, so warm, like dragon flames from Old Valyria itself. Daeron had heard of the red priests and priestesses worshiping the fire god, and now he understood why. He would happily surrender himself to Joffrey’s fire like a zealot.

“Come,” Joffrey led Daeron to the ceremonial rock, “I have prepared us something.”

There was a beautiful goblet on the rock’s surface, intricate carvings of a dragon holding a sword hugged the bowl.

“I stole it from grandfather’s vault.”

“You stole from the Seasnake’s vault?” Daeron almost laughed, but Joffrey seemed to be proud of himself.

“He has so many treasures that he won’t even notice.” Joffrey shrugged, “Have you brought the wine?”

“Of course.” Daeron retrieved a bottle from his cloak, “The finest Arbor Gold.”

Joffrey took the bottle from him and poured the contents into the goblet. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, taking off his necklace and handing it to Daeron.

“Here, the dragon glass. I sharpened it last night.”

Daeron looked down at the pointy dark crystal in his palm. He had never held a dragon glass in his hand before. The crystal was so dark that not even the sunlight could penetrate it. It reminded him of Joffrey’s eyes.

Daeron closed his fingers, feeling the coolness against his skin.

“Last chance, Daeron the Daring.” Joffrey said, “After you slice my lip, there is no going back.”

Daeron grabbed Joffrey’s wrist and pulled the omega to his chest. He pressed the cool crystal on Joffrey’s lower lip, the dark color contrasting the pink beautifully. Daeron didn’t give Joffrey another chance to speak. With a slight push, he embedded the sharpened edge of the dragon glass into the softness of Joffrey’s lip, beads of blood oozing out immediately.

Joffrey’s breath quickened, but he kept eye contact with Daeron the entire time. He looked so determined, like a warrior ready for battle.

Daeron handed the necklace back and Joffrey soon repeated Daeron’s actions, slicing the alpha’s lower lip open. Then, they intertwined their fingers together, keeping the dragon glass between their hands, letting the sharpened edge slicing open their palms. Their mixed blood dripped down from their fingers, their pulses synchronizing until their heartbeats became one.

“Wed me, take me as your omega, uncle.” Joffrey said, softly and firmly.

Daeron lifted his bloody finger and painted Joffrey’s forehead with his blood. The omega did the same to him.

“Gladly.” Daeron replied and pressed their lips together.

The kiss sealed their marriage pact. It was the sacred ceremony of Old Valyrian, an alpha and an omega exchanging vows and blood, making them husband and wife, forged in fire and blood, forever as one.

They drank from the same goblet afterwards, both of their lips swollen and bloody from the kiss. Joffrey laughed when Daeron drank up the last drop of wine from the goblet.

“It’s said that King Jaehaeys and Queen Alyssane wed on Dragonstone behind their mother’s back.” Joffrey said, an amused smile on his lips, “I wonder if they felt as excited as I am now after their wedding.”

Daeron couldn’t help but swept his new husband into his arms, lifting Joffrey off his feet and carrying him bridal style.

“Daeron!” Joffrey let out a surprised squeal.

“It’s husband now.” Daeron kissed Joffrey’s nose, his heart swell from pride and overflowing love for the boy in his arms. He felt powerful, fearless, on top of the world. He could conquer Dorne and all the free cities with Joffrey by his side.

“Then carry me back to the castle on your dragon, husband.” Joffrey wrapped his arms around Daeron’s neck, “Let us spread the good news.”

“As you wish, husband.” Daeron replied with a smile.

Daeron couldn’t be more in love now. He had found his missing piece. He was complete.

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