#feel free to rb this it’ll help me a lot.

[ravengards-rogue]

WHAT SET YOU FREE, BROUGHT YOU TO ME BABY.

rdr2 men + short blurbs about their favorite sex positions.

ft. arthur morgan, john marston, javier escuella, and charles smith.

✧ tags : SPOILER HEAVY, fem + afab!reader, unprotected sex, light angst (in the horny post is crazy im sorry fdkjjkds), very gendered language, javier says one thing in spanish (thank u @nanamimizz), a little sprinkle of plot with each (and some canon divergency), john co-parents w abigail, otherwise just horny. 18+

✧ wc : about 1.4-8k each (6.3k total)

✧ a/n : sorry for making a multi character post for the cowboy game its cooking me to death. my john bias is showing rip. title is from rebel yell by billy idol but i listen to the bvb cover

sorry about charles and javiers but if i edit this anymore im going to level an entire city using hollow purple technique. please rb if you enjoyed i worked kind of hard on whatever this is.

sorry for . the THIRD repost of this i promise i wont after this. its just really bugging me. PLEASE

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆ ARTHUR MORGAN + PRONE BONE ; 

It’s an odd feelin’ for Arthur. 

Wanting something, he means. Wanting anything as much as he wants you. He’s lived a less than quiet life up until now. And he ain’t the brightest, certainly, but living this kind of life teaches you many lessons. One of them being, it’s better not to covet anything. Coveting something you’re not entitled to, well—it’ll lead you places you wouldn’t want to go with a gun. 

Arthur has made the mistake of coveting love before, dreamed of a future so completely out of his reach he almost convinced himself it was possible. Dreamed of it so foolishly he’d even go visit a woman he very well ought to forget. It’s his problem, his burden to bear - always desiring outcomes unsuited to him. 

He’s just that sort of man he reckons. But he learned his lesson. He tries (tried?) to stay away from it after that. Tried not to pine too much for normalcy when such hopes had failed him twice. The loss of his child completely on his account and the loss of his love at the same fate. 

So, wanting you - well, he feels like the world's dullest fool. Really. How is it that Arthur had fallen in love with someone again? It had all just happened so quickly. You were another woman he’d saved from the O’Driscolls, though it wasn’t like you were no damsel. A lot of those men were dead by the time they arrived. That sort of perseverance would stick with you while you traveled together. Much like Sadie, you didn’t take well to housework - you liked to earn your keep. Though you’re not nearly so trigger happy. 

You’re quiet, thoughtful, well-read. Plus you’re good at making money. That’s why Dutch don't complain about you joining them, he figures. 

(Arthur tries not to pry into it too much at first, but he eventually learns that you’re gambling. Which is how you’re able to make such a fast turn around. A prim little lady like you makes for a fine poker player, and you love to play men out of their money. He thinks it’s one of the funniest and most interesting things about you. He can’t help but love you a little more for it. )

When the feelings in him start to stir, Arthur tries to overlook it. Arthur convinces himself, time and time again - that there’s no way he’ll grow more tender about you. Eventually, it’ll die down. You’re a decent woman is all, a kind one - who’s easy for him to love and even easier for him to confide in. In your time together, you often come to Arthur and you always seem to have some profound wisdom he is so sorely lacking. Someone easy to love, who does not expect much from Arthur at all. It’s only natural a lonely, covetous man like him would start to dream about you. He tells himself, it will pass eventually. Should he simply let it run by him, it will pass. But Arthurs a fool, you’ll remember. 

 Of course, by the time he understood all that - he already loved you enough that he couldn’t bear it. It was already too late and it wasn’t going to change any time soon. Especially not while everything changed around him. 

So, Arthur is undoubtedly a fool, but he’s lucky. He felt divinely blessed when you’d returned his feelings for him so politely. A coy little smile on your face, a laugh like you thought he was silly for being doubtful. Arthur tried to explain himself but you wouldn’t hear a word of it. Maybe that’s another thing he loves so much about you. There’s nothing he ever needs to explain. 

In any case, all Arthur seems to do lately is want you. Wants you when it’s inconvenient. Wants you before he wants liquor or a cigarette or some other vice. Any time anything goes wrong, you’re the first thing his mind can conjure up for relief. That pretty smile and that self-assured way of living. It’s hard to get time alone in camp. And Arthur is a man in love, so any touch could be enough to set him on fire. Last week you hugged his waist a little before giving him a kiss goodbye and he had to listen to you laugh yourself into a fit as he waited for…little Arthur to settle down. 

He don’t get many chances to be with you. Lay with you in that way that grown folk in love do. Though, if the two of you book it somewhere for a few days - the camp knows better not to ask where you’ve been. But it’s not often you get to really be together, where it’s peaceful to do that. Someone’s always hounding one of you to do something. 

Arthur is a lucky man though, like he said. Today he had time. Today he’s alone with you in a beat up little saloon and today he gets to do as he likes. He gets to be greedy. And it’s an odd feeling for him, really, to want something so bad he disregards everything else in the world for a little while. 

Feeling you, though - absolves the guilt for wanting. He’d be stupid to want you any less desperately. 

Arthur’s favorite way to have you is on your stomach. Laid flat, just barely pushed up against him as he fucks you deep. You’ll fuck like rabbits for a little while and Arthur will wear you out just like this, maneuvering you until you’re pinned all underneath his weight. You lose any fight you might have, too exhausted to worry yourself with pleasing him - and when you’re like that, you let Arthur take care of you. 

(He really ain’t talented at much, but he’s good with his hands. Being dexterous is part of being a talented shot. When Arthur has the time to spread you sweet in his lap and make you cum all over his fingers, he does so for as long as he can. At least until you beg him so sweetly otherwise. The same hands, soiled with gunsmoke, look so good so deep in you. At least in his eyes.)

Wet and pliable and helpless. Arthur loves you like that. He knows, he knows you’re anything but - but he’d be damned to pretend this don’t feel best. Tight, wet cunt so welcoming from all the pleasure he’s ripped out of you. Your bodies pressed together, your heartbeat pulsing through your skin. All sticky, honeyed need and animal desire as Arthur lets all of him sink on top of you. His heavy, lumbering form crushing you in - trapping you somewhere you can’t run from him. The curve of your spine pushed against his chest, ticklish. 

Every inch of his body that so wholly wants for you, Arthur aches to make you feel. Burn it in you lest anything happens that risks your forgetting. 

He can feel his hips meet your ass, backside squished against him - desperate for deeper friction. Whining. You’re whining to him so pretty, a pillow pushed underneath you to give friction to needy clit. 

Arthur can feel how much you want more. Maybe Arthur is greedy, but he likes that look much better on you. Your pussy is sucking him in so tight, silken walls pulsing with every shallow little measured thrust. Arthur lets his arm wrap around your neck, your face pressing into his bicep. You moan again and he laughs. 

“Arthur,” Your words come out in a messy slur. He lets his scruffy face press against your neck, a kiss behind your ear. He wants to kiss you all over. There’s not enough hours in the day. “Oh, god, Arthur,” 

“Still feels good, then, I’m guessin’,” 

“Shut up,” You huff and press your cheek into his arm. He doesn’t bother stifling his laugh. “Still feels…big. Stretchin’ me out—hicc—so much,” 

You really don’t try to rile him up - but you do a damn good job of it anyway. He groans, grunts as he pulls back and pistons himself in you. A gesture half-way between a kiss and the warning shot of a gun. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes, noisy and vulgar. Arthur don’t pay it much mind. He laughs against your shoulder.

“One of these days, that moutha’ yours is gonna get me in real trouble.” 

You giggle back at him 

“What kinda trouble is that now?” 

Even from your side glance, you’ve got that lovely little smile on you. Fuckdrunk and ingratiating, like you know he’s wrapped so tight around your fingers. And he is, like nothing else in the world could have him. A wave of possession curls up over Arthur, makes him press more of himself into you. Onto you. Another deep push of his cock, sliding against the tenderest parts of you. Staking some silent desire in you. He wants and wants and wants, and hopes that whatevers above him can forgive him for making the same mistake thrice. 

“Dunno,” Arthur comments, teeth grazing your shoulder and kissing the indentations “Got our whole lives together to find out, I reckon.” 

“I’ll hold you to it, Mister.” 

Arthur laughs. “Hope you do, Miss.” 

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆ JOHN MARSTON + COWGIRL ;

John doesn’t say that he loves you lightly. 

Hardly a thing he says can be said that way. Could never afford too. In an alternate universe where nothing goes wrong in his life, maybe - but he has a hard time picturing what the hell that’d look like. A version of himself so untainted, without all of the violence and blood and gunsmoke? Foreign. John can’t picture it worth a damn. 

Who John is without a deadbeat father and a dead Ma is somewhere far beyond his reach. Ain’t nothing about his life, at any point, lighthearted. 

On top of all that mess, he’s got a boy at age four with a woman he ain’t married too. And that relationship is always on rocky waters, even though John’s decided to do right by his own flesh and blood sometime ago. Most things in the world he should feel good about he doesn’t, and most things he should understand render him clueless. He’s a mess on multiple accounts, and he still doesn’t know how exactly he’s meant to approach this life of his. He knows what he should do, but nothing about how to do it. 

John doesn’t come to love you easily ‘cause he wouldn’t know easy love if it hit him in his face. Quickly and painfully, but not easily. 

Your return to the gang was an odd one. You were an old presence and your disappearance was an even older story. John thought he’d never gonna see you again for sure. You’d been a part of the gang back long before all of the nonsense that took place in Blackwater and you left about the time Arthur’s boy died. John don’t remember why you left exactly. He thinks it was a fight with Hosea, of all things.

 Dutch weren't too happy about it neither, but Dutch back then didn’t make a show. 

So you left, and John buried every feeling he ever harbored. You found all them again up in Colter, where you’d been living out your days lately. According to you, in the middle of riding, you thought you’d heard Arthur. So, somewhat recklessly, you went chasing him. Didn’t matter if he was just something your mind conjured. According to you, if it was him, it was at least worth checking to make sure. You’d reunited with Arthur and after some tears, he rode with you back to camp. 

Upon your return, the gang welcomed you with open arms. 

You’d done a lot in your time alone.You spent most of that time just like that, a ghost wanderin’ the planes. You weren’t gonna stay with ‘em, but Arthur insisted and Hosea did too. That wasn’t enough to compel, so John was last to chip in. You should stay, at least until Valentine. 

(Silently he thought, you should stay so John can trace memories of you. It was so long ago, he should’ve forgotten all of it. You were a year older than John and always on his ass but easy for him to talk to. Didn’t fuss over his failures. You just barely grew into your womanhood when you set your sights on running away. You wanted more than this life, and John never really forgave you for it. His first heartbreak, maybe - but it’s all too blurry for that. 

You understood him though better than anyone, and one day you were gone. Nothing’s really the same.) 

You changed tremendously and not at all. He missed you. God, did he ever. Missed you a long time. Didn’t realize how much until you came back and everything in him felt right again. Your return stirred up old feelings and everyone noticed. He wasn’t trying to keep it a secret, but he really wasn’t trying to fall back into anything with you. Not how he did. 

Just like you did back then, you read John like an open book. And just like he did back then, he loved you all too helplessly for it.  It was just all too easy again, to be with you. 

You stayed out of the way at first, for the sake of his family. 

But, John ain’t a half-decent man even when he’s trying to be. So he set himself on being with you. It wasn’t easy - most things with him aren’t as you’ll see.  Having you around again straightened what was left of his common sense, at least. He told Abigail before telling you. He figured you wouldn’t even reply unless that was all out of the way. That turned out as well as you’d expect.

 It was settled between the two of you thereafter. He’s lucky she didn’t toss him into the street. 

Everything works out in a way. As best they can between broken people. You make peace with each other. His boy loves you like a third parent (you’re better with him than John is). Abigail commends you for straightening out such a worthless man though she’s a little melancholy.  John just tries to stay out of the way. You’ll be together in the end. There’s a plan with the five of you. 

But until it all falls apart, he doesn’t get all that much time with you. 

There’s moments like tonight, though. Rare ones. Together out robbin’, cooped out some place in the woods where no one is around. A place so shaded by nightfall that John can absolve himself of every sin he’s ever committed in his life and pray at the altar between your hips. John is convinced he might find worship like he’s always hearing about there whenever he touches you, the marred skin of his hands and knuckles reading the scripture of your body with careful precision. 

You might turn him into a literate man yet. 

John glances up at you. Only the light of the fire and the moonlight there to accompany as he watches you over him. You’re beautiful. John couldn’t picture a single thing more perfect in his life. 

Your hands against his bare chest, nails digging into the flesh as you lean forward. Your palm dug into the dirt, John finds his own hands rested at your hips. John looks at you awe-struck, cock twitching at the mere sight. His heart settles in his throat, but he’s calm all at the same time. With you, he forgets. All of it. The worst of himself. 

Bare naked and so close, he watches your face as you strain. You feel soft. Every inch of you in comparison to him is. A bead of sweat slides down the valley of your breasts. John cranes his neck up to catch it with his tongue, licking a stripe up to your neck - letting his teeth sink into the space between your jaw and neck. You want to make it last and John doesn’t blame you. It’s so rare you get to have each other so unrestrained. John can feel all the ways you want him, can see it in your face - all pinched with need. You’re holding yourself back, trying to get it to last as long as the night will allow. It’s cute in a way.

It’s different than how he’s used to seein’ you, all cocky or otherwise. You’re needy like this. Just needy. His stomach turns with lust, jolting through him like a strike of lightning. His cock twitches against your folds, sliding against them. Pure admiration watching the sticky mess of his pre-cum and your own arousal mix together and smear on your mound. You make a soft noise in the back of your throat, faint and tender as you fall forward just a little. John laughs against your neck. 

“Darlin’,” He says with a huff. Not malice. Something akin to bliss, where he can rarely afford it “Have I done something to piss you off today?” 

You pick yourself up and look down at him and frown. John kisses the corner of your mouth, resisting some crude desire to fuck up into you. 

“Just,” You grunt as the tip of his cock passes over your throbbing clit, your whole body wracking to a shiver. John looks awed. “Pent up. Goddamn it,” 

John figures it out quickly after that. It’s this part of it he likes. The proximity. The closeness. Feeling the tremble in your hands as they struggle to keep up right, muscles strained in your forearms. Being able to hold you, to keep the pace or let you take the lead. The clear view of your face as pleasure travels up through your spine and melts into you. He grabs your hips, the fat dimpling underneath his fingers as he moves you along. He can’t wait. You don’t bother to protest seeing John can’t seem to bear it anymore. You collapse into his chest, your tits pushed flat against his pecs.

His cock throbs near painfully, sliding against your soft cunt before finding himself lined with you. He thinks to himself that it’s this he was looking for, as he tucks your face against his neck and lets his tip stretch you out slowly. Such a vice like grip, stretching - resisting him like your whole body can’t anticipate the sensation of fullness. You gasp against his throat. 

“John,”  

What a sweet sound from your mouth, even sweeter as he bucks himself up. Keeps you steady and lets his cock stretch you full, feel you deep. “That’s right, my angel. Didn’t think you’d remember my name when you’re all worked up like this.” 

“You’re,” You gasp and John thrusts, thrusts hard until he’s buried to the hilt. You shudder, walls pulsing around him as he bottoms out and John laughs like the terrible man he is. He fucks you again, over and over - a wicked little smile watching “Awful. Just awful, John Marston,” 

“Ain’t that the truth,” He hums against your mouth as his hand snakes between your bodies, thumb rubbing against your clit. “Wonder what kinda woman that makes you,” 

“A foolish one,” 

John laughs. 

“I sure do love you for it,”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆JAVIER ESCUELLA + SIDEWAYS ;

Javier hasn’t thought about much other than surviving. 

It’s been like that. Been like that for a while, probably much longer than he cares to admit. He’s sure any sane man would suffer the same plight if they lead the same life. Anything but survival is little more than a pipe-dream, so Javier tries not to go for anything too strongly. In that aspect he’s like many of the members of the gang he’s in, perhaps that’s why he sticks to them. There’s that phrase Hosea’s always saying - that misery loves company. Javier will take any decent company he can get.  He’s desperate for it just like he’s desperate for most things - inwardly, silently. 

Some of that desperation may be symptomatic of who he is. After he killed a man in a crime of passion for a woman he loved and ran from a government who would sooner exile him than change, Javier decided to not dream anymore. Every revolutionary who dreams too hopefully pays the price in blood.

(Javier thinks there’s probably nothing in the world as true as this. A form of gospel. He remembers the first dream he ever had after his uncle passed. Not a nightmare but a dream. He remembers the exact feeling of waking up, cold and confused. What is a dream, except a memento of survivor's guilt that loyal people cling onto fruitlessly. When hope starts to feel like a debt he’s going to waste his life paying back, Javier loses sight of everything. The beginning of the end in some way.) 

His mind doesn’t occupy itself with anything bigger than that. Since Dutch found him starving, there was never a desire to try and live off aspirations. He pays his penance with loyalty and honor. Practices some form of humility and tries, not too desperately, to carve a place for him to fit. All without drawing too much attention or caring too much. If you ignore the bleeding in his fingers, his penchant for knives over guns, and his refusal to talk too long about the place he comes from - it’s nearly believable that none of it matters. 

Except loyalty. All Javier honors is that. It’s the only thing he has some part in choosing, so he choses it every time. Living like that didn’t make any difference to him. He was surrounded by mostly decent people. He didn’t hate the life he was living. 

It wasn’t important. It didn’t matter. His directionless-ness, his floating. Hadn’t since he joined the gang. At least not to anyone but him. He didn’t know what he’s meant to do or if he was meant to proceed with this forever. He was (is)  loyal to Dutch. To the gang. 

He hadn’t thought much about what comes after. 

And it didn’t matter until he met you

He’d sworn off love after seeing where it got him, at least until he could love more dispassionately. When the women bring you back from their outing from Valentine and beg Dutch to let you stay, Javier doesn’t think much of it all. He thinks you’re pretty, if it counts for anything. But he doesn’t let himself linger on you too long. 

But that’s the sequence with you two, really. The whole time.  He doesn’t linger until he does. It doesn't matter until it does. He doesn’t think about you until it’s all he can think about. 

You go for him first. And it’s in little, unimportant ways that might not mean shit to you but mean a whole lot to him. You have some kind of tenderness about you that you wear deep, runs through your blood like love ran through his once long ago. Some softness he can’t really measure with his own. It’s not that that gets him. It’s that sometimes you look at Javier like he's … someone you want to see. He forgot what that was like all together. It felt foreign to him the first time it happened. Seeing how you light up when Javier is around. 

You wanted to see him. You noticed that he’s gone. If he sang by the campfire - you’d sit by him and listen.  If he was out in the trees keeping guard, he’d hear the soft call of your voice to Grimshaw ask Where’s Javier? And sometimes the girls will make fun of you - but you wouldn’t deny anything they said. It’s so small and ordinary. He would’ve never considered himself simple before meeting you. Nothing is simple. Nothing. 

(But then, Javier thinks of the kinds of songs he sings and the way he takes care of himself and the clothes he wears and maybe Javier has some kind of affinity for preciousness that explains all of it.) 

When Javier confesses his feelings for you - he finds the affair to be like most things between you. Ordinary love, not really between outlaws but people. It’s up against a tree while you share a drink and he’s looking at the curve of your mouth and the plum color Karen’s so kindly put on you. And his head fills with kissing you so he does. A breathless confession between alcohol stains and the feeling of your hands curled in the lapels of his suit. 

From there, Javier is your lover. He’s not interested in the business of secrets, but he tries not to let it show too much. Not that he doesn’t want to. He wants to show you off more than anything - at least some part of him does. But the other part wants to keep you away from prying eyes, keep his love for you only where the both of you can see. If he could keep that pretty lovestruck face you make all to himself forever he would. 

When he gets a chance to whisk you away from everything, Javier jumps at the chance. Not often, but Javier makes time for you. Makes time to indulge in love he thought he’d  never find again. 

That’s why he’s here with you in the middle of nowhere, a ghost town where no one knows you.. A reserved room with a bed and lowlights all to yourselves. 

Javier can’t keep his hands to himself and he doubts you expect him too. 

For Javier, this sense of proximity is what intoxicates him most. The warmth of your bare skin in the slivers of yourself exposed. Javier is fond of finding you like this after a long day of horse riding. Of sneaking touches to your waist as you push back against him to sleep, only to find his desire for you - laid clearly. He likes hearing you whimper feeling his length poke against your back, the embarrassment when it dawns on you that he wants you after all. Always surprised, even though Javier tells you it so often. Whispers it along your neck and shoulders whenever you’re at camp together.

You like the feeling of his hands so Javier always starts with them. He squeezes your hips. Planes his palms over your chest before squeezing your chest, pushing the fat between his fingers. You like the way  they look when they grope you, his chin resting against your shoulder as you spoon. In the lowlights of a cheap hotel - Javier gets the perfect view of your silhouette. Your body is sensitive over the fabric of your gown, heat prickling through you. 

Javier who is always so gentle with you, rouses so deep listening to your whining as he explores your body. The suffocating closeness of a single bed intoxicates him. 

“Javier,” Your voice is sweet and thin. Plays in Javier’s head like music and makes his mouth curl up into a catlike grin as you push back on him.  You look slightly over your shoulder, lips pushed into a pout. “Please,” 

He tugs at the fabric of your nightgown. The top half pulls haphazard underneath your tits, nipples perky and sensitive to touch while the skirt pools at your waist. What gets Javier like this is the desperation. Wanting so much but not being able to look too long. A way for you to mirror him, it’s a matter of possession. In some stupid way. Bunching your clothes up, pushing the fabric of your panties to one side, letting his arm wrap around your waist to touch and tease.  All of these are imprints of his longing, tucked faithful into your side as he whispers sweet nothings into your skin.

His cock twitches as it pushes past your folds with finality, your hands curling up at your sides.  You whimper softly, let your cheek rest against the sheets as Javier takes you on your side. Terribly close, you fuss as you feel him slide every inch into you slow, your hands reaching back for purchase. It’s the fit of you against him so perfect, the silent strokes of intimacy, the hush-hush giggles between the sheets that Javier loves most about fucking you like this. Too enamored with you to look too closely, he lets his eyes flutter closed. He could get drunk just being in your space. 

He carves out space for himself inside of you, feels your cunt accommodate for him like it loves him. A feverishness breaks out as his forehead rests on the space between your shoulders, an uncharacteristic whiny quality in his words. 

“Ser mío,” Javier says - as a reflection of what he really wants, to belong only to you. “Belong to me.” 

Darling as you always are, you nod softly. 

“All yours, Javier,” You whimper, finding his hand. “Forever,”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆ CHARLES SMITH + MATING PRESS ; 

Wandering. 

He’s been doing it his whole life. Not something he’s proud of. Or ashamed of either, really. Just how things have gone for him until now. Charles doesn’t think his life has been any better or any worse than anyone else's. At least not when he weighs it with the same kind of pragmatism he does most things. It’s been a hard life, and a miserable one in so many ways. Still, it’s not something Charles is too keen to dwell on. 

There’s just something thematic about loss in Charles' life in a way he finds completely unpleasant. It’s more constant than anything. Loss of his home, loss of his mother, loss of his father in an attempt to find what’s best for him. It’s some overarching message that hangs over his head like a shadow. Everywhere he goes, trying to rectify his own solitude seems to come back to him. It doesn’t help that it’s an unfair world to start with, and would’ve been if he had just been black or just been native. But Charles is both, and has lived a life that reflects that specific injustice thoroughly. 

There’s not really anything Charles can do about it, at its baseline. When he left his father, the name of the game had simply been survival. He was well-equipped enough for that at least. But after survival comes trying to live and trying to live isn’t something so simple. Jumping in and out of gangs who thought they could get away with slighting him or generally being surrounded by unpleasant people. Trying to find something in pages of book and scripture, or in the way water ripples when it rains. 

He’s never felt any one way towards the gang. Even when he joined them all the way back in the Grizzlies. Lost in the cold, they’d crossed paths as Charles was out hunting. A lot of it feels like a blur. Of all the folks he’s met in his travels though, Dutch treats him fair and the rest of them (or most of them) are decent, honest folk. Charles stays in the Van Der Linde gang for such simple reasons as trying to stay alive and be somewhere that isn’t actively hostile towards him. He’s a good gunman, and a better fighter. The inner workings of gang politics and forging connection isn’t at the forefront of his mind, with the exception of the kindest few. 

The Van Der Linde gang is just a place where he can figure out what his purpose is meant to be, even if he doesn’t find it there. He’s never expecting anything to come out from his loyalties to it. 

Of all the things Charles expects of his life in the Van Der Linde gang, love is at the very bottom of the list. 

Maybe it’s about time he stops being surprised by these things happening to him one or way another.

 You were a member of the gang far before him, and someone Charles took to quickly. You’d joined the gang not too long after John from what Arthur tells him. Though the brunette speaks about you more fondly than he does his brother. A problem child at the start, according to Arthur - always getting into all sorts of trouble. Something you seemingly feel embarrassed about now and refuse to bring up. Charles has a hard time picturing it having only known you as you are. 

The woman you’ve grown into is someone else completely, and Charles sees that in you all the time. Compassionate like Hosea but charismatic like Dutch, and clever. And you’re beautiful, too, though Charles feels a little shallow admitting that’s part of what drew you into him. 

It wasn’t Charles that approached you first. You were the one who spoke to him, as often as you thought necessary but never in a way he found invasive. He doesn’t know what it is exactly about you that charms him near instantly. You’re enigmatic to a fault. It’s like you always know exactly what to say and exactly when to say it. Even more than that, you’re a terribly pleasant person to be around. Subtly warm and free of assumptions. When Charles talks to you about anything, you listen without making him feel like it’s any sort of burden to you. You don’t pry, don’t make missteps. Treat him fair, and then some. 

It’s unbearably simple, just how quickly and how easily he comes to adore you.  And, in some ways, Charles knows better than to believe that his purpose is loving someone. There’s more to it than that, surely - after everything. 

But then, he’ll watch you do something. Watch you do some kind of menial work that he could do for you instead. Thinks of skinning animals for new clothes and chopping wood and rubbing the soap off of you and all of a sudden it makes him feel anchored. Everything he could do for you. You anchor Charles easily, with a wispy smile. Make him want to find purpose in life with you. He never wants to be somewhere you’re not. 

He confesses it to you just like that, and like you do with most things - you accept and reciprocate without making too much of a fuss. 

For Charles, making love is an extension of wanting to ground himself in you. A distant siren song - the intersection of lust and bone deep adoration. Like most things, you’re the one to approach first every time. A soft hand on his forearm, a whisper that you want him. It’s with ease that he draws you away. Drags from you camp during nightfall with his horse and blankets and picks a spot with the perfect view of the stars. 

Charles watches you under the glow of moonlight, his vision adjusting to you easily. Naked underneath him, laid on your back with your legs folded at your knees - heaving deep breaths. He can see the sweat beading down your skin, your chest rising and falling - and the perfect view of your pussy. His hands and mouth are wet as you breathe out. He finds himself smiling at you, his own erection pressed against your thigh, pre-cum leaking out in a mesmerized haze. 

You lift your hands up and he leans down, surprised as you wrap them around his neck and pull him closer to you. Your mouths meet like that, and Charles laughs against your lips as you kiss him so eagerly. You blink at him, pretty. You’re always prettier than he remembers you being the last time he looks. 

“Charles,” You frown at him. “It’s impolite to keep a lady waiting,” 

He kisses the corner of your mouth. “Sorry, my love. I don’t want to hurt you,” 

“Well, I’m fine with it,” You repeat, almost petulant. Charles frowns. “‘Sides, it ain’t my first time taking you, you know?” 

“Well, I’m not fine with it.” 

You pout, looking at him all endeared. Charles couldn’t help but love you even if he tried. “You ain’t gonna hurt me. C’mon. Please?” 

“Please, what?” 

You look at him aghast before breaking out into a faux-scandalized giggle. “Now you—please fuck me. Pretty, please.” 

Charles feels something tickling against his spine hearing you say it. He couldn’t imagine getting sick of you in his whole life.  “Yeah, that’s good to hear.” 

You make an indignant noise but it’s silenced quickly as Charles positions himself against your entrance. He has plenty of discipline when it comes to matters like these, but right now - he feels like he’s going to lose his mind. Not nearly enough patience to wait. He lets his hands go up underneath your knees just to have something to hold onto. 

You make a little gasp as the tip of his cock pushes into you. Your walls are so soft, likely after all the orgasms he’d given you prior. You stop him in a shocked gasp, and Charles immediately readies himself to pull out. As if sensing his hesitance, you shake your head. 

“Charles,” You gasp, the words caught in your throat and hoarse “Deep. Want it deep,” 

His abdomen tightens, cocking twitching hard at your words. He agrees silently to your desires. 

When it comes to sex, there’s very little Charles dislikes.

But this is his favorite. He’s simple but no other position lets him see you so close. He likes the way your eyes widen as he pushes up underneath your knees and folds you underneath his weight. How you look pinned down under him, the perfect view of your eyes rolling back into your head and the proximity from your face to his. He lets his cock stretch you out slowly, throbbing each time your nails dig desperately into arms trying to keep your composure. Fuck you feel so tight like that. Soft pussy, dripping and sticky. You suck him in relentlessly, and Charles groans as he bottoms out. You take every inch of him so well. So perfect like the rest of you. 

Your eyes flutter open as he stays there, buried in you in complete bliss. You’re dazed. 

“Kiss?” 

Surprise followed by adoration, he abides by your request easily. Overwhelmed with it as he presses a chaste peck to your mouth, he laughs. “As many as you want.”

Anything you want, Charles thinks, he would give to you. 

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆

#arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #javier escuella x reader #charles smith x reader #rdr2 x reader #rogues love letters #red dead redemption 2 x reader #THIS IS THE LAST TIME. THE LAST FUCKING TIME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[inkstaindusk]

congrats on finishing capman reki (i assume)! uhhh... i don't really have a prompt but i was curious about your pushing daisies au idea for enstars so if you'd like, maybe you could write something about it? i dunno.

(on another note, i think tumblr really likes eating notifs on my rbs of your responses to my asks? i think there's a couple questions a while back in other rb chains that might've gone poof. maybe i'll just send asks more often if you're alright with it)

Tumblr does eat a lot of notifs so yeah probably, could also be that I didn't have anything to say. But always feel free to send another ask as long as my askbox is open! Anyway, I actually HAD a thing written for pushing daisies au that I totally forgot I started so here it is kfjhsdfsd. My first thought for this was “rinne brings hiiro back to life and now he can never touch his brother again” but I thought that’d be too basic so instead I did this

“Duck!”

“Where?”

“No you idiot—Duck! Your brother is gonna walk in in five—”

Rinne dives behind the counter right before the bell chimes, signalling his brother’s entrance into the café. At the same time, Kohaku and Niki spin around to greet him.

“Good evening, Kohaku-san, Shiina-san!” comes Hiiro’s cheerful voice.

Niki’s smile only twitches a little, and he starts to say his usual “Welcome” when he’s cut off by Kohaku exclaiming, “Love-han?!”

“Kohakucchi,” says an unfamiliar, startled voice. “I didn’t know you worked in a café.”

“Oh, you two know each other?” says Hiiro.

“Yeah, we’re old friends!”

Rinne tilts his head up, as though he’d be able to look over the counter this way. Hiiro brought someone with him? Hiiro made a friend on his own? He squints up at Kohaku, noting the surprised yet pleased expression on his face. Whoever this person is, he must be something special. Rinne’s never seen that look on Kohaku’s face before. It makes him curious about what Hiiro looks like, too.

“Then I guess I only have to introduce you to Shiina-san!” Hiiro says. Rinne can practically hear the smile in his voice. “Shiina-san, this is my friend, Aira! Aira, this is Shiina Niki-san. He owns this café. Shiina-san and Kohaku-san knew my brother.”

“Shiratori Aira,” the friend, Aira, says. “Nice to meet you, Shiina-san!”

“You too,” Niki says. “How did you and Hiiro-kun meet?”

It suddenly becomes oddly silent. Niki’s professional smile falters.

“Aira picked me up after I… learned about Nii-san,” Hiiro says quietly. Rinne goes rigid. Niki’s eyes flicker downward, meeting his, before looking back up. “He helped me get back up. And now we’re roommates! He’s been teaching me a lot. I don’t know what I’d do without him.” There’s a bit of forced cheer in his tone, but the sentiment is real.

“I haven’t done that much, Hiro-kun…”

As the two begin a stupid debate over whether or not Aira has done a lot for Hiiro, Kohaku and Niki exchange glances. They don’t look down at where Rinne hides near their feet again, and he’s grateful for it. He doesn’t know what expression he’s wearing.

It’s incredible, in a way. Rinne was the one who left the village in search of something more, only to get himself killed. Hiiro left the village to chase after him, but he’s the one who’s been able to live. He decided to stay on his own instead of returning to the village, and now he has a friend and roommate. There are probably so many things he does outside of the café that he hasn’t talked about with Kohaku and Niki. Rinne… is glad. He’s so proud of him for getting this far, for being willing to step out of the absolute obedience of their village.

And all it took was for Rinne to run away and die.

“This is a lot of food for the two of you,” Niki is saying as Rinne starts to tune back in. At some point, they had moved on to ordering food.

“Aira and I are meeting some friends soon, so we’re getting food for them too,” Hiiro says. More friends. Rinne didn’t know.

“So you want this to go?”

“Yes please!”

“Alright, it’ll be ready soon.”

“Thank you!”

Rinne takes the time to crawl into the backroom as subtly as he can. Neither Niki nor Kohaku call him out on it. There's no use in getting upset now. He made his choice—and he doesn't regret a thing.

#you can decide who brought him back to life idk #in my mind soon after this aira finds out rinne is alive and starts to go insane #like olive in season 2 #i dont know where himeru is in this scene but hes around in this au too. somewhere #enstars #rinne amagi #hiiro amagi #enstars lb #amagi rinne #amagi hiiro #asks #agried #prompt answers #drabbles #anya tries to write #fp.txt

[nonbinarychaoticstupid]

fic rec list version 1

will be consistently updating! these are just a handful of fics i’ve found that i think are neat :> feel free to send more/rb with your own! i’ve included links to both the fic and the author and i’m absolutely not done yet, there are way more i need to link

a picture’s worth a thousand words by akarihope - catradora in a post-season 3 au, very cool idea behind it, lots of portal theory and catra punching shadow weaver in the face! also VERY GAY. in the woods somewhere is also... pure brilliance. gay witch catra and very soft adora <3

i have faced it, a life wasted by catrasredemption - catradora, modern au where catra and adora are separated after a big accident that changes everything for them. very good, very deep, made me cry, READ THE TAGS! i’d also recommend when all she is, and ever was, in compromised, because it hurt me deeply, and cast some light (it’ll be alright), which features soft artist catra <3

i couldn’t get very far without recommending anachronism by chellethewriter - seriously, both anachronism and immemorial have made me cry almost every update. catradora but they have to live the worst 3 years of their lives all over again and live with the consequences. the angst factor is INCREDIBLY HIGH. also, forever, if you want, because vampire catra owns my heart, and the vanishing point, a catra study that made me cry. a lot.

find a new place to be from by sevensevan - ongoing glimbow and catradora ghostbusters fic, feat. trans bow and nonbinary adora! very powerful and the concept leaves me in tears. recent updates have made me cry repetitively <3

you did something to me and the blood in your mouth by artemiswords - both of these fics are INSANELY POWERFUL and i was really surprised by how accurate the season 5 predictions in the blood in your mouth were! both fics are catradora-centric - a fake dating au and a season 5 speculative fic that HITS

this whole series by buckysbears - catra-centric, focuses on her relationships with the bfs and her trauma, really worth the pain that comes with it! i’d also recommend time take us, a chronic pain adora au with a little bit of implied glitradora thrown in, and made for you, which ;w;

mark my words by lologoblins - catradora flower shop/tattoo artist + soulmates au, very soft and pure fluff with catra and adora being absolute gay messes and mara being hilarious

keep your money (you can take my time) by ehj - catradora coffee shop au from adora’s pov, you can feel the Gay Mess seeping from this one and i love it unconditionally

daylight and bouquet by fuhadeza - post-season 5 catradora being incredibly soft and fluffy and post-season 4 catradora learning to love respectively, both of which are incredibly soft and made me cry for entirely different reasons 

the aftershock (of your touch) by bow_woahh - soulmates catradora au in which catra struggles with her feelings for a whole lot of words and adora is just a complete mess (affectionate). very fluffy, contains its own brand of emotions

up in our bedroom after the war and the infinite of sky by herothehardway - the first is a post-season 5 speculative fic written post-season 5 that focuses on catradora recovering from the impact of the war, specifically on adora’s trauma, and the second is a post-season 5 fic focused on catra being a soft wife and helping adora through a bad night <3 both also made me cry, which i’m discovering is a very dramatic thing to do 

i never cared for stories, until you entered mine by thethirdphiladelphiavireo - modern soulmates catradora au, very soft and containing pining catra. i have read this so many times and it makes me so emotional.

not if it’s you by luuma - single mother adora is just trying to raise her child and her neighbour (catra) insists on helping out. featuring adora’s gay awakening, huntara being an Old Gay, glimmer and bow being glimmer and bow (affectionate)

let adora wear pants by advancingambition - adora discovering her gender identity, featuring supportive trans butch catra. very fluffy, actually made me cry very hard <3

24 things about you by deepblueskies - modern au catradora living together, in which catra is oblivious and adora pines for a lot of words and struggles to communicate her feelings. also featuring fake dating, lonnie being excellent, and sheer fluff. <3

build our own higher ground  by iwouldgetaniguana - a pre-season 5 speculative fic on catra’s redemption arc, which gets pretty damn deep and looks into catra and adora repairing their relationship in a DOPE way

here’s all my bookmarks and here’s a link to the catradora big bang 2020, which contains some of the best fics i’ve ever read

be warned, i will be back with more

#sep texxt #she ra #spop #adora #catra #glimmer #bow #catradora #glimbow #fics #fic recs #she ra fanfiction #IMMEDIATELY TAGS EVERYTHING #literally this is three pages of my 60-page history #i have so much more to come you have no idea #including that REALLY PAINFUL ONE SHOT BIEN WROTE

[omnidens]

actually helpful tips on brushing your teeth with executive dysfunction or sensory issues from someone who struggled with it and still somewhat does

hello! a lot of posts on here push the idea that if you can’t brush your teeth every day, that’s okay, and while it’s true it doesn’t make you a lazy or bad person it is very harmful to push this idea!

if you forget to brush now and then, don’t beat yourself up over it. nobody’s perfect! but brushing your teeth is incredibly important! not only can it lead to severe pain in the future if you ignore it, but it also makes you safe from absolutely wrecking dental bills. 

i barely brushed my teeth for years because of depression and sensory issues since i’m autistic, and i ended up having to get a dental bridge and even a tooth pulled out. and i was gifted with genes that give me strong teeth, if i didn’t have these it would be far worse. this stuff costs a lot and believe me when i say that not having to deal with the momentary burden of brushing your teeth is NOT worth the hundreds of thousands of dollars paid to the dentist. 

you are worth recovery! 

executive dysfunction

> get some toothpaste that tastes nice to you! i hate mint. not only does it just taste bad to me, but it’s super overwhelming. brushing seems like less of a chore when the taste is pleasing or at least okay. personally i use one with a fruity flavor. there’s also toothpastes out there that are flavorless

> set a schedule for yourself, or at least just a time to brush your teeth. i made it a rule for myself to brush my teeth immediately after getting up, and now i just feel super off when i don’t do it then even though i used to outright refuse to brush my teeth. if you make yourself do something daily even if your mental health won’t let you, it’ll eventually be ingrained into your head.  

> do you not struggle with showering, but you do struggle with brushing your teeth? make it a part of your showering routine! fit it in either before or after you shower. i know that some people also brush their teeth in the shower, so maybe try that as well! 

sensory issues

> do you hate the texture of a toothbrush? try a finger toothbrush! these are made for super little kids, so their texture is usually silicone, a lot easier on the senses than hard bristles. you may be hesitant since it’s for babies, but it’s better than no brushing at all. 

> hate the feeling of flossing? try floss with tastes that you like if a big problem is the taste, or you think a good taste would distract you from the feeling! personally, i use a waterpik for flossing. 

it’s completely water-based! it has adjustable speed settings, so it never feels too hard on your teeth. i usually fill it up with lukewarm water cuz the feeling of water that’s too hot or too cold makes me shrivel up and die if it hits my teeth. the whole set that i use is about 60 usd, which is fairly pricy, but it’s pretty much the sole reason i floss. there’s also smaller waterpiks without the added settings that are just the water jet, and while i haven’t tried one myself, it’s a good bit cheaper at about 35 usd. 

> the same thing about taste i said above applies here! there’s lots of options for toothpaste flavors, as well as flavorless toothpaste.

feel free to add more tips if you’re neurodivergent and also recovering from this sort of thing! neurotypicals can rb but please be kind.

#executive dysfunction #actuallyautistic #long post #sensory issues #sensory processing disorder #.txt

[favoniuscodex]

You seem nice and approachable and uh I was just wondering if you have any tips on how to get yourself out there as a writer, if you catch my drift? Btw, I adore your writing 👉👈

aaa thank u !!! i’m glad u feel comfortable enough to talk to me, it’s always nice when ppl do (even if i might get too nervous to respond at times, i promise i appreciate it!!!)

1. a lot of what helps is having mutuals? like... i know there’s probably some discord servers you can join that a lot of authors are in (i’m personally not in any). it’s good to have other ppl you can share ideas with and it boosts morale and stuff! i have a lot of mutuals but only like,,, 3 that i actually ever talk to on a regular basis, one of whom is my girlfriend. it’s not necessary but it does help

2. a lot of my blog’s ability to get notes on my writing comes from the fact that i’ve been here for a while. you’re not gonna get a massive audience overnight in this fandom anymore, blogs don’t grow as fast as they used to, but that’s because the fandom’s kinda settled down.

3. open requests and write for a lot of characters in a single post. requests get ur audience to interact with u and writing for a lot of characters in a single post (like headcanons for kissing or something like that) will be more likely to attract attention

4. don’t put ur stuff in the wrong tags, it only serves to bother ppl, not get you extra attention !!! :)))

5. reach out to ppl first. ik i’m personally pretty shy on this site now (used to not be lol) after being here for so long, so i can’t really speak on this, but literally everyone in this fandom i’ve met is super nice and super sweet!!! most ppl are always willing to talk and if they aren’t, it’s typically because they’re shy or anxious, not because they don’t like you!!! :)))

6. write smth YOU’RE passionate about. it may not get as many notes as generic headcanons, but people can sense when you’re bursting at the seams to talk abt something. it’ll get you dedicated followers!

i hope this helps and if anyone has anything to add pls feel free to rb!!!

#//mail

[falsegoodnight]

Hi Ris! First of all, I want to tell you that you are such an incredibly talented author and I enjoy your works so much. I'm curious as to how could you write a lot in short amount of time? I mean, can you explain a bit about how do you plan your fics, if that makes sense? Sorry to bother you, have a nice day❣️

hi!! ahh thank you so much!! i’m so glad you enjoy my fics! <3

so for your question, i got a bit carried away so i’ll be adding a cut so you can read more! 

just a quick ramble:

first of all, i just want to say that there’s going to be people that write really quickly and people who take more time to write but that difference doesn’t have any holding over one’s worth as a writer or anything like that! in other words, there’s nothing wrong with taking your time when writing a fic/story so i hope you keep that in mind and don’t be too hard on yourself when you’re struggling! every writer is different - it’s the same as how some writers have tons of ideas and some only get a good idea once in a blue moon or how some writers can write dialogue or a different element of a story easily and others can’t. it’s just a characteristic and not a representation of your success/achievement!! 

that little bit is hopefully unneeded but i wanted to include it just in case!!

anyways, even though speed is relative to your own person and it’s different for everyone - there are factors you can control!! and you’re right in that planning is one of them!! if you have a detailed outline (or basis for how the story is going to begin, progress, and then resolve at the end then you’re going to have less struggle when it comes to writing the story because you know what you’re characters are striving towards!! obviously, some writers don’t use outlines and i can’t speak for anyone because this is what’s worked for me but it has helped me a lot so if you haven’t tried an outline before, i’d definitely recommend doing it at least once!

i’ve talked about it before but my outlines tend to be super detailed!! once i get a basic idea of a fic, i like to delve as deep as i can into the characters/plot/world. the first thing i’ll do is type out my idea in full detail so i don’t forget anything important and so i can see it all in print. then i’ll usually make some character profiles for each of the main characters (usually just louis and harry but sometimes i’ll include small ones for side characters!!)

an example format:

louis:

- age: 

- job/career: (if they’re in school or it’s a fantasy/paranormal then this could be something like ‘student, english major’ or ‘witch’)

- background/history: (everything important to the story but also a lot that’s not dhjdk)

- positive traits:

- negative traits:

- character growth: (if i want to include character development, i always write that down!!)

then i begin my scene list which is basically a numbered list of every scene that takes place in the story!! it’ll usually start with a beginning scene, maybe a few scenes i know will take place somewhere in the middle, and also the ending scene (which is typically one of the first things i figure out when outlining the story!) and as i get more ideas and dive deeper and deeper into the story, this scene list grows longer and longer! some scenes are more outlined than others depend on how self-explanatory or complicated they are!

it’s also important to note that outlines are fluid, in that you can tweak/change them anytime you want! even when you’re 3/4ths of the way through a story and you decide you don’t like the ending you initially had and have a better idea! i can’t count how many times i’ve changed things in the middle of the story!!

having a super detailed scene list helps me know exactly what’s going to happen in a scene so i can just write it instead of spending time trying to figure out what’s going to happen in this scene while i’m in the middle of writing it!

and if i’m writing a fantastical/paranormal world, then i also always write down every detail of the worldbuilding that i want to include in the story - but also a whole lot of information i don’t end up including! knowing your story and your world is KEY to writing something quickly!! 

i could go way more in detail if you wanted but i won’t ramble this time!! if you want more insight into outlining, i’d be happy to do a longer post one day (i already plan on it actually - i’m just lazy haha) but basically, planning has definitely had a huge impact on my writing productivity! 

it doesn’t work for everyone though!! so here are some other things that contribute to my productivity:

- finding as much time as possible to write

as a full-time student with a part-time job and other responsibilities and just a life in general, it’s difficult to find time to write! but i try my best to carve out even just ten minutes per day to write and when i get that time, i take advantage of it. i think we all know that there’s time in our days that we usually just let get away from us - whether that means scrolling through social media without actually retaining anything, staring aimlessly at the ceiling, or just sitting around and doing nothing - i’m not saying that’s a bad thing or anything (i do all three all the time) but i am saying that it’s possible to stop yourself from letting that time slip away and instead choose to channel it into getting down a few words! even if you only write eleven words, that’s eleven more than you had before!

it sounds a bit obsessive but here’s what i’ve been doing when i wrote my last few fics: waking up thirty minutes earlier every morning before class so i can start my day by writing (honestly this is one of my favorite things to do because it helps wake me up and also gets me feeling productive when i’m usually just groaning and complaining about exhaustion - ofc not everyone will be the same), staying up late to write on my phone while in bed (again, i have unhealthy sleeping habits so maybe this isn’t a good tip but the point is that i take advantage of free time hdjkdk), and my favorite thing to do to get out words quickly:

- writing sprints

this is honestly one of my favorite things to do whether it’s a ten minute sprint or an hour long one! just setting aside a time dedicated to getting as many words as possible on paper (don’t focus on whether they’re perfect, just write - everything else comes later!) is always beneficial to me!! i do this frequently!!!

setting goals also helps for goal-oriented people like myself!! well, goal-oriented and competitive people such as myself haha. i love a good challenge to reach a certain word count (or even a goal like finishing a certain scene!) so if you’re like me, this could help a lot!

- accountability

this one can relate back to the writing sprint/competition thing if you do a sprint with someone else (super fun!) and keep each other accountable!! you can even just tell someone close to you that you’re aiming for a certain word count in a certain time and then tell them to check in with you! the satisfaction of being able to tell this person that you succeeded rather than didn’t (once again, not that that’s a bad thing!) can be particularly motivating!

- incentives

again, if you’re someone like me who works on reaching goals and reaping rewards, then this could be really beneficial! rewards can be anything from candy (i used to let myself eat a sour patch kid for every 100 words i write and let me tell you, that really helped hdjkd) or letting yourself watch an episode of a show you want to see!! they can be big prizes for smaller chunks of words or small prizes for bigger chunks of words - it doesn’t matter!! just do whatever gets you motivated!!!

also:

- get rid of distractions 

i use sites like blocksite to keep myself from getting distracted by things like twitter/tumblr/youtube so i can focus!!! they have things like passwords so you can’t deactivate the block so if you have someone around you that can put in a password to make sure you don’t get tempted, taking advantage of that when you really want to get some work in is always good!

this is also something i do for assignments and other things in day to day life so just a helpful resource in general!

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yeah so those are my main tips for writing a lot - do keep in mind that i’m naturally ambitious and also that i enjoy (or enjoy the results of) doing all of these things (even the harder ones!!!) but that may not be the same for everyone!! and not everyone writes as much or me, or even wants to in the first place! and that’s fine!

the most important thing to do is to cater to what you want. the goal you’re aiming for, the progress you want to make, etcetera. 

at the end of the day, progress is progress - no matter how miniscule it may seem to you!! and also, quality is always better than quantity in my opinion!!!

this is way longer than i intended but i really hope it helps even in the slightest and if anyone else that’s a writer sees this and wants to rb with their own input (or comment!), feel free!! <3

#asks #:) #writing advice #writing tips #my writing tips #to save

[ohthatsviolet]

In My Place

Pairing: Mirage/Octane 

Word count: 1,247

Summary:  Elliott is away on a trip and Octavio can't sleep without him. The decoys decide to keep him company.

Ao3 link will be in the RBs

It was almost pathetic how lost Octavio felt when Elliott was away from home and he was left to his own devices. He didn’t know what to do with himself. The days felt extra boring and seemed to drag on forever. The trickster had been sent out to Talos, along with some of the other Legends to work on some promotional material. Octavio wanted to join them but he hadn’t been selected this time around. He missed his partner dearly and had taken full advantage of Elliott’s home holo-tech set up to help him prepare meals and keep the apartment in some sort of order. He let the decoys roam freely around the apartment at all times, so he didn’t feel so alone. It would be painfully embarrassing if anyone found out, but it made him feel a little better about his situation.

He'd decided to retire to bed early tonight and watch a movie on his laptop. It's not like he had anything better to do. The film he'd chosen had just begun to get interesting when a text arrived from Elliott asking him if he was free to talk. Octavio's heart fluttered when he typed out his reply and propped himself up among the pillows, to take the call. "Hey, how is the cutest guy in the Outlands doing?" A small smile spread onto the runner's face at the sound of his partner's voice. "I don't know. How is he doing?" Elliott chuckled. "Oh, you're gonna pull a reversal on me, huh?" "How's your trip going?" "It's fine," the trickster replied, though the tone of his voice didn't make his response sound very genuine. "Hopefully we'll finish shooting soon. I can't wait until I can get out of here." "Can't wait to get home to me, eh?" Octavio said, half joking. "I miss you so much, baby. I wanna give you a cuddle so bad. It's so cold out here, this time of year." "Will you still be coming home tomorrow?" "Yeah...I think it'll be pretty late your time though." Octavio sighed, rubbing at his eyes. "You tired sweetheart?" the trickster asked, his voice showing signs of concern. "A little." "Go get some sleep. It's still pretty early here so I guess I forgot it's night time on Solace. Sorry." "It's okay," Octavio told him, bringing his hand to his mouth in an attempt to stifle a yawn. "It's nice to hear your voice." "Awww," Elliott cooed. "And people say I'm the cheesy one." The speedster laughed quietly. "Shut up." "Try and get some sleep, Tav. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I love you." "I love you too."

The runner let out a heavy sigh, and placed his phone on the bedside table before attempting to get comfortable enough to sleep. He groaned when he’d realised he’d forgotten to turn the bedroom lights off, having already removed his prosthetics. Usually, he’d have Elliott here to take care of it for him, but not tonight. Octavio propped himself onto his elbows, raising his voice as he yelled out in the direction of the kitchen; “Hey, uh...can someone turn off the lights, por favor?” Within seconds, two decoys were poking their heads around the bedroom door. “Are you going to sleep now?” one of them asked, receiving a nod in response. The other decoy eyed him carefully, looking like it was going to say something a few times before stopping himself. “Um...you alright, buddy? You don’t look too hot. I m-mean, you to-totally look hot, I just meant that you don’t look good. Wait no, you do! You do look good! You just look a little...down in the dumps. Not th-that, you belong in the dump or anything! It’s just that-.” “He means you look a little upset,” the first decoy chimed in, swooping in to save his comrade. “Everything okay?” Octavio shrugged, his gaze falling to his hands that he was absentmindedly picking the skin of. “I just...miss Elliott. A lot. I find it really hard to sleep when he’s not here.” “That sucks,” both decoys replied in unison, before sharing a look. “Maybe we could keep you company for a while? Until you fall asleep.” Octavio considered their proposition and nodded; he has been using them as company up until now anyways.

The decoys joined him on the bed after turning off the room’s main light, opting to turn on the bedside light in its place, giving a soft, warm glow to the room. Octavio rolled onto his stomach and tucked his arms under his pillow, with one decoy lying at his front while the other settled himself behind him. “When’s Elliott coming home anyways?” one of them asked. “Tomorrow,” Octavio mumbled into his pillow. “But he said it could be super late.” The room fell silent for some time after that and the speedster was almost asleep, when the decoy lying in front of him spoke up. “You know, he’s crazy about you, right? Elliott, I mean.” Octavio opened one eye, an inescapable smile spreading to his face. “Really?” “Oh, yeah,” the other decoy piped up. “Man, I remember when you guys first started dating he literally wouldn’t shut up about you! Not that...y’know, that’s a bad thing or anything.” “It’s nice to see him happy,” the first decoy added. “He’s a good guy. Though I might be a little biased.” “You think I make him happy?” “For sure. This is probably the happiest we’ve seen him since…”. “In a long time,” the first decoy finished. Octavio rubbed at his tired eyes, a jaw-cracking yawn escaping him. “That’s...really cool.”

*********

Elliott closed the apartment door as quietly as he could. It was just before dawn when he arrived back. He tiptoed his way across the apartment, dropping his travel bag in the living room to deal with later. He raised a curious eyebrow when he noticed the dim blue glow coming from the opened bedroom doorway. He chuckled fondly to himself when he made his way inside, finding his partner sound asleep and entangled in two perfect copies of himself. The decoys sat up somewhat protectively when they noticed they had an intruder, until they realised who it was and noticeably relaxed. “He missed you,” one of them tried to explain, receiving a dismissive wave from their creator. “It’s fine. I appreciate you guys looking after him but I can take it from here.” The pair of decoys vanished, allowing Elliott to take their place on the bed. He placed a gentle kiss to the runner’s forehead, causing him to stir and look up at him with squinting eyes; still half asleep. “Elliott?” “The one and only. Uh...Kind of.” “What time is it?” Octavio mumbled, scrubbing a hand across his sleepy features. “It’s early,” the trickster whispered, in response. “We finished ahead of schedule so I hitched a ride with one of the express freight ships. I didn’t wanna wait around any longer. I missed you.” “I missed you too,” Octavio said, reaching out to touch his lover to assure himself this wasn’t a dream. “Oh, yeah? I thought you got some other guys in my place,” Elliott quipped, with a chuckle. “I thought you’d already gone and replaced me.” Octavio shook his head, shuffling closer so he could snuggle into his partner and feel his warmth on his skin as his eyes began to flutter closed again. “Don’t be silly, amor. I could never replace you.”

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[tartagliaxx]

hihi how are you?? i hope you're doing good :D

do you have any tips for starting a blog? i'm kinda new to tumblr so i don't know much about navigating and making a pretty theme and customizing.

it's ok if you don't want to answer! no pressure! <33

hello there! i'm doing very good, thank you for wish me well! uh long post ahead.

ummm well it depends on the type of blog you're running? tbh i don't know a lot either. back when i still wasn't writing, i was just spending a lot of time in the tags i liked and i saw many blogs that inspired me to make a hopefully pretty blog. In terms of navigation, i just use the search bar like yknow... googling but i remember to follow authors and reblog their works so tumblr's algorithm syncs up with my interests. you might encounter profile recommendations on your dash when you're just scrolling through and those are usually related to the content you've been actively intaking. so yeah, just follow and rb the content creators that you like bc not only is it a show of appreciation, it's also a way to personalize your tumblr and fill up your blog.

speaking of blogs, tags have been my best friend since i reworked mine. you can use it to organize your posts and make the search easier in case you have smth you need to find. for instance, i use 'spread by word of tongue' for all the fanfics i recommend so when someone wants to read through them, it'll be easy-peachy! if you're making original content, it's also smth that boosts visibility. tag as much as you want, there's no shame in that (except the 30 tag limit lol). they do have that thing where they say you have to put the five most important tags in the front bc those are the only ones that pop out or smth. i don't really get that either but i just do it anw. interacting w people would also get your name out there so if you drop by askboxes or leave comments... those would help.

finally, themes! honestly, it's all about finding an aesthetic you vibe w and working w it. tumblr has two views (at least, the ones that i consider): the mobile and website view. the website view is more flexible and you could easily adjust the HTML codes. thankfully, a lot of talented users share their codes for free so you could copy and paste them on yours and just adjust colors and whatnot as needed (ofc be careful of what they allow and what they don't and other prerequisites before you use the theme) theme-hunter is a nice place to start if you're looking for some themes. for mobile, it's much simpler? there's not a lot you can do w it so you'll see users like me add pics and dividers and other sorts of stylization. you can hide the avatar/header, change accent colors and stuff. there are also a bunch of creative tumblr users who make matching/themed headers and icons. some of them even take requests for free and that's so pog of them.

those are the things that come up on top of my head like rn,, tbh tho, i feel like you'll figure it out on your own the more that you use it? fr my blog used to be so ugly and now we're here and it's... well, it's tolerable. anw, i hope i helped!

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[stomachflu]

*slams fist on table* YOU'RE VERY GOOD AT WORDS! THANK YOU FOR THE WORDS If you're feeling it, please consider: Ba||rry with Hell Stomach Bug who's super duper nauseous, his stomach is all bloated and painful, but nothing has been happening all day and he's camped out in the bathroom or on the couch with a bucket and miserable and finally someone (L·u·p?) is like 'this is ridiculous' and gives him a hand. (That good shit /w/ belly rubs and pressing on stomachs to, uh, make it happen. You know.)

🚫don't rb to non-sickfic/emeto/kink blogs, thanks!🚫

anon!! this prompt is from FOREVER ago but I was looking through my notes app and I... apparently finished this months ago and just never posted it? this was a really great prompt, you have such good ideas!

"Babe," Lup called from the other room. "Come back to bed."

Barry groaned, resting his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet. The flu had hit every member of the ship, one by one, and yet he'd thought he was invulnerable until six hours ago, when he'd woken up nauseous and feverish and moved into the bathroom, where he'd been camped ever since.

"I can't," he half-whispered, voice hoarse. For the first couple of hours, he'd been wracked by endless dry heaves and retches that scraped his throat raw. He still hadn't brought anything up, though, and by this point, he was just too nauseous to move. "I'll make a mess."

Soft footsteps padded into the bathroom, and Barry felt the familiar, comforting touch of Lup's hand on his back. He swallowed back a gag.

"You've been in here for hours," she said, rubbing his shoulder in gentle circles. "It's not gonna happen. Let's just get you set up on the couch with a bucket and some Fantasy Netflix, and then I won't have to worry today, alright?"

Oh. Right. Mission stuff. Fuck. Barry nodded slowly, cautious of how dizzy the motion made him.

"Alright!" Lup said. "Up and at 'em!"

She supported most of his weight as he shakily stood , using the toilet seat as leverage. The change in motion practically made his stomach slosh, and he dry-heaved pathetically against Lup's chest, unable to even turn towards the toilet or sink. Just like always, he didn't bring anything up, and she didn't seem to mind, just helped him towards the couch, step by stumbling step.

He collapsed onto the soft cushions, floating in a feverish haze as she brought blankets and pillows, only sitting up to gag shallowly into the bucket that she handed over. The bucket amplified the sound, making him even more nauseous as a sharp cramp gripped his stomach, and he groaned.

"Stomach hurts?" Lup asked, and Barry nodded. "Try drinking something, maybe it'll help."

"Won't stay down," he mumbled, trying to push away the glass of water she'd conjured.

"That's the point, dummy."

He tried to drink as quickly as possible, nearly gagging into the glass. With the addition of water, his stomach was gurgling and groaning loudly, and he pushed the hem of his t-shirt up as another cramp ran through him. He was usually a pretty chubby guy, but now his normally soft belly was bloated and disgorged.

"Oh, babe," Lup said, sinking down on the cushions next to him. "That doesn't look good at all."

She put a gentle hand on his tender stomach, and he swallowed back a gag. "Doesn't – urp! – feel good." He retched again, mouth hanging open sickly as a strand of saliva trickled into the bin. "Maybe I should – should just stick my fingers down my throat. To get things started."

Lup's arm came around his shoulders. "Aw, babe, don't do that. I'll help you out, it'll be fine." She delicately traced her fingers in circles over his stomach, going lower with each round, and Barry moaned despite his sickness.

"Feels good?"

"Feels like I'm gonna puke" he managed, hanging his head into the bucket. He coughed, droplets of saliva pattering onto the plastic below.

Lup frowned, her hand pausing as he jerked upright in a nauseous coughing fit. "Your stomach's so bloated," she murmered as he settled back down, her palm fitting around the swollen dome of his belly. "You'll feel so much better once you get something up."

Barry shook his head, keeping his lips pressed tightly together as the movement sent him into a dizzy spell. "I... I dunno about that. Feel pretty bad."

"Trust me, babe. I was exactly where you were just last week," Lup said with a wry smile. "Let yourself puke, okay?"

She patted his stomach lightly, her touch disloging the air trapped in his throat, and he managed three soft, airy burps. The pressure in his stomach lessened, just a bit.

"There you go," Lup said, running her free hand through his hair. "Mind if I press harder?"

Barry nodded, shuddering as another cramp ripped through him. Though he was shivering with fever, his shirt was drenched in sweat, and Lup's hand felt wonderfully cool on his stomach as she rubbed in increasingly large circles, adding more pressure.

He let out a long, rolling belch, followed by another sick-sounding one, and then another. Lup didn't stop rubbing, so he was burping nearly non-stop: long, sick burps punctuated by short, wet ones as he panted and gasped for breath.

A wet burp turned into a retch, and Lup pressed in on his stomach just in time for the next heave. His throat burned with acid, and the water that she'd forced him to drink came splattering into the bottom of the bucket.

"That's it, get it all up," she murmered, still rubbing his stomach in quick up-and-down strokes. "Feel any better?"

"Nuh –" Barry coughed, thick strings of saliva and mucus hanging out of his mouth. "No, I'm gonna –" That was all he could manage before he coughed up a slimy pink stream of vomit. The stomach potion, he realized. Tasted one hell of a lot worse coming up.

He couldn't stop coughing, tears streaming from his eyes. His stomach kept hitching, as if it was preparing to vomit again. He retched once, twice, pressing a shaky hand over Lup's cool, dry one.

"Can you – please." He gagged again, choking on mucus and saliva, but Lup seemed to understand. She waited until his stomach lurched again, then pressed in hard with both hands.

The effect was instantaneous. A torrent of thick, chunky vomit poured into the bucket as Lup continued to press in. He took a deep breath and immediately vomited again, one thick stream after another.

The bucket was nearly full as he tapered off, belching small mouthfuls of puke every thirty seconds or so. When a few minutes had passed since his last gag, and he felt safe enough to risk burping normally, Barry settled back into the couch, one hand draped over his aching stomach. The bloating had gone down some, and the cramps were much lighter now.

"I do feel better," he admitted at Lup's questioning expression. "Still a little nauseous, but –" He burped again. " – Better, I think."

"Good," she said. "Think you can drink some more water before I leave for the mission?"

His stomach turned over at the thought, and he leaned over the bucket again with a dry heave. "I dunno," he admitted. "Probably smart to wait for a bit."

"What if I rubbed your stomach afterwards?"

Barry considered it for a moment. "For you? I'll give it a try."

#emetophilia #emeto #my fic

[elysianinsignia]

DIARY ENTRY

                               by: Maria Sophia Angela Verona

(June 20, 2021)

Dear Diary,

I am happy to announce that by Monday, it will be our last week of school! Our mental health week seemed to pass by in a breeze since I felt well rested. Ever since I got Eula (my first 5-star character in Genshin Impact) I started grinding in the game to get her powered up in order for her to deal great damage y’know? I’ve already listed what I should do to gain those resins and craft condensed resins to get more rewards in the domains but you wouldn’t get it either way. Anyway, I’ll update you tomorrow since I haven’t progressed that much in the game.

(June 21, 2021)

Dear Diary,

Whether it may be proper or not, I mayhap need to ignore you for the past few days because I have such things to contemplate about such as procrastinating lol. Our teacher gave us activities to do and I’ll do them when I’m in the mood. I guess that’s how I work, when I feel like it. I guess I still have a long way to go to discipline myself but meh. Whenever I feel like doing it, I pass high quality work. I would rather work on a mountain and give it quality work than do it day by day and give crappy outcomes. No worries, I can handle it – I always did. I may lack confidence in my body but my confidence about my own craft and my capabilities are the chef's kiss as there’s always room for me to grow and improve.

(June 22, 2021)

Dear Diary,

All that I can say is wHat the aBsoLuTe crAp is going on? It is supposed to be the last week. Why is it a hellhole all of a sudden? I haven’t even finished my assignment in PE nor did my graduation pictorial. What’s worse, I still haven’t passed my papers for my confirmation in Benilde. What if I don’t pass on time? It’s one of the most decent schools with my course that’s kinda rare as of now, if I don’t pass, it’ll give me a hard time. AAAAAAAA

(June 23, 2021)

Dear Diary,

So, I told my mom about my dilemma as more activities start piling up. Good thing I already sent my documents via LBC, let’s hope and pray that it’ll arrive in Manila before the 30th of June. Other than that, I also did my grad pictorial… I guess? There was a power outage when we arrived at the studio so we did a photoshoot at home so the makeup won’t go to waste. I kinda feel bad about this day. The expenses are high and I don’t like spending money with such haste. Imma go do my requirements now, I’ll even go to RB’s house tomorrow to do our collage activity.

(June 24, 2021)

Dear Diary,

My mom told me to drive back to the studio and get myself a graduation pic… a decent one this time and I did. I drove there then drove back home in time to continue my schedule with RB which was also great since the sight of doggo sophie and finishing an activity is refreshing to my mental state. Speaking of mental state, I kinda lashed out again. I’ll go back to my usual rant on a piece of paper and burn it so my negative energy and emotions will evaporate into thin air. I don’t know about you but it helps me a lot. Sometimes, I keep it in my notes so I’ll have something to laugh at the next day. A bad moment doesn’t mean a bad day and a bad day doesn’t mean a bad life.

(June 25, 2021)

Dear Diary,

This is officially the day that I lost track of my workout routine last week. Gosh if it weren’t for these problems – forget it, blaming others is not what I taught myself. It is most definitely my fault for cutting off my own process. You know what else is disappointing? I played Genshin the whole day instead of finishing my remaining tasks. It’s understandable tho, video gaming is one of my many coping mechanisms with stress yet here I am, giving myself more stress instead of doing the activities in daytime. Happily, I did finish my activities at night and with that, I settled to finish the final two activities on Saturday which is tomorrow. G’night. I’m hella tired.

(June 26, 2021)

Dear Diary,

My god, finally, I finished them all and I passed before the deadline! What’s even better is that I tracked my documents in the LBC tracking web and it already arrived in Manila yesterday, another great news in this day, right? Speaking of, I’m now in my free time and free time means lots of contemplating about life. It sucks that I have to distract myself in order to silence my thoughts. In this pandemic, costs increase and our bills stake higher as I keep thinking about if I should be in an expensive private school or not in order to help my mom but no, she’s positive about it and with that, it’s time to write down my concrete plans for the future so I’ll spoil my mom while she’s still has time. Brb or not, I’ll be busy either writing or gaming the whole day.

Your owner, duh,

That one tall mofo

[strawberricloudz]

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[throughthewwods]

100 Days of Productivity . Day 54

I suppose Thursday I lined up my ducks, which still counts as doing something useful. The day wooshed by. I’m not entirely sure where the hours scattered to.

📚One early morning minute I’m looking for more blind stereotype research articles, 📚 then I find myself in a helpful meeting with my research methods professor, 💚 then  I’m hula hooping/jogging, thrilled my leg has recovered from last week’s strain.. 💙 I talked to my dad and cheered up a friend.  💛  I helped some people out on the peer to peer support group 💜 I watched a video with my daughter about how to do her multiplication method. 💟 I did ‘in-home spa’ stuff while listening to a non-school book. 📚 I got word the writing center has started editing my paper and will be getting back to me soon.

whooooOOOOsssssSH...

Upon hindsight, I see I let one thing carry me to the next. Today needs to be more intentional.

Kiddo is giggling as she learns about the Battle of Waterloo, announcing she must make a comic where the Prussians casually stroll into the war-zone and a tiny Napoleon. That’s one unexpected thing that came out of this year: her fondness for history.

I guess I’m still a little salty that nobody of their own volition called to congratulate Kiddo for her hard work. I had to ring family and prompted them to be more supportive/personal than a comment on my fb. They did. Kiddo appreciated the positive feedback. All’s well that ends well. Just sometimes it’s a bummer remembering that I have ‘family’, but it’ll never be a village.

Counselor canceled again. It’s getting old.

Before I know it, the sun has set, I kept busy, but it’s indistinct, RB is here, and I’m flipping burgers. He indulges my elimination diet desperation and yet again braves rush hour for gluten-free bread. Bless that man.

He’s sitting in the kitchen with me chatting, but being so closely observed has me feeling self-conscious of my eyes.  My vision has worsened significantly over the last year. I see more with my hands than I used to. I crack blind-girl jokes as I fumble via cooking show commentary. 

We had a satisfying dinner despite my many food restrictions ( that I am so over ) and enjoyed more of RB’s silly voices as he narrates another chapter of Narnia. 

As I restore harmony to my kitchen, Kiddo is buzzing around RB. They’re having an energetic conversation about badgers in England digging up medieval graves and their sewing projects. it’s a bonding moment I don’t want to interrupt, so I take a while wiping down the counters.

RB and I lay on the couch talking for a couple hours before bed. It’s an intimate sort of conversation that moves from one vulnerable topic to the next lightened with humor. He has a lot to share, which is unusual. I listen intently.  There are moments when I feel him pushing through trauma, reservations within. He’s typically such an affectionate, caring, present guy in our relationship sometimes I forget that he’s still healing and needs to slow down. He hasn’t tiptoed around us hypothetically moving in together in a little while. I notice, but don’t mind. It wouldn’t even be possible right now. We see each other more often now than we used to and the way we get on is evolving, not a glass ceiling. I do wonder if there was something specific that triggered him, but I’m pretty sure it’s more abstrac. He doesn’t particularly elaborate on the source, but does acknowledge this flow of conversation is him letting the walls down a bit.



#journal #writing #my writing #motherhood #100 days of productivity #parenting #studystudystudy #positivemindset #relationship #love #fodmap #RBlovestory

[nobody-knose--archive]

Rules: When you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know! They can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long  as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. When you’re done and  if you want to, send this to people you want to get to know better! I was tagged by @madame-nostradamus

huh well thanks, i might as well do something like this now that i have actual followers. i just can’t guarantee that anything i say here hasn’t already been said in the tags of literally any post on my blog. i say whatever i want in there and i’ve been at this long enough to forget what i have and have not said.

1: my greatest tangible fear is crickets. they’re just the worst ok they have such long terrible antenna and they can jump so goddam far and fast and they’re completely unpredictable and are so horribly loud they’ve kept me up for hours at night just by cheeping incessantly. they seriously activate my flight or fight so easily. all i have to be is near them and the adrenaline goes crazy.

2: i have more than one brother. there is a brother older than me and a brother younger than me. i’ve talked about my brothers before and if you look through my tags now a lot more will be clarified, hopefully.

3: this isn’t like a permanent fact-about-myself type of thing but i do have school tomorrow and it won’t be in person, so my life isn’t terribly in danger. god it’ll be hard actually learning stuff and band will be nigh-impossible but i shouldn’t die, wahoo.

4: i don’t think i mentioned this in my blog introduction post but i’m a fan of Dragalia Lost, which is a pretty fun and thankfully f2p-friendly gacha game. just in case you begin wondering who these anime characters are i rb you have another one to add to the list of options.

5: apart from the 8th doctor fanfiction i’m currently working on i have a multi-part personas 3-5 story i’ve been dreaming up in my head for approaching 3 years now, far longer than my other story (it’s like 2 months old total). i haven’t written a single thing of it so far-trying to stay focused on the one story- but if you want to know more about it go ahead and ask. it’s oc-centric and was entirely made so i could help myself get through some shit but i still like it.

bonus: i know how to play the organ and am currently working on mastering none other than good old johann pachebel’s canon in D, which is not a christmas song no matter how hard people will pretend it is.

i could tag my blog’s 4 biggest fans or something but i can’t be bothered to find out exactly who that is so if you’re seeing this feel free to do it yourself and just say i tagged you for it.

#tis i #for some reason it was harden than i expected to think of 5 things to say about myself #admittedly unspecific dialogue

[trappingguy]

Rules!

1. Themes will vary with this blog. Mystery Incorporated is PRETTY dark at times, so it’ll be what you expect there. To that end, dark themes, violence and maybe swearing.

I will try my best to tag everything. These will be under the format of swearing tw. If you’d like me to tag anything specific, don’t hesitate to ask through anon / inbox / im!

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW (sexual) content.

Mun is of age, and as such I won’t be writing anything of the sexual nature with minors.

2. I’m private, which means I only write with mutuals (this is for my own sanity / comfort; everyone’s cool!). I’ll write with canon, oc, and crossover characters.

Although I’m private, when it comes to following people, I’m selective. We don’t have to have known each other prior to write!

As for following back, I usually take a week tops to do so - but if you’ve hit up my promo, I go through that eventually.

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it.

I follow the tag #trappingguy. If there’s anything you want me to see, like dash commentary, just tag that and x-kit will alert me of your post! I may respond to ic stuff ic stuff if I’m feeling it.

In that sense, I’m chill with dash shenanigans with most folk, not just mutuals!

Absolutely no godmodding. It ain’t fun, fam. If you’re not sure what this term means, do look it up. This includes powerplaying, metagaming, and other things of that nature. This applies especially in fights if they happen (I’m chance-based and hope that you are too).

I can be picky with OCs. But rest assured, if you’ve followed me/interacted with my promo, I’ll always give your pages a read.

Please don’t be offended if I don’t want to interact with you (and please don’t try to guilt me into doing so!).

I DON’T CARE ABOUT AESTHETICS. I just think they’re pretty. If you don’t use formatting or anything like that, or heck - even wanna’ just do iconless rp - I have no problem with it whatsoever! It’s you, your writing and your muse I care about!

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

PLEASE understand that I have blogs galore and my muse tends to fluctuate; this can mean I’m everywhere at once and can end up neglecting a blog or two. It’s nothing personal; you know how muses are!

I have a full-time job (and I’m trying to get into screenwriting in my off-time) so sometimes I’m scrapped for time or exhausted. I’m also an introvert who deals with anxiety and depression, thus that may affect how much / how often I roleplay. If I don’t get chance to respond to anything ic or ooc, it’s nothing personal! Promise!

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

I hoard asks, but sometimes can’t find muse or interest for all of them. If it’s been a month or two, generally assume I’m not interested / can’t find muse for it. You’re free to send another though!

I answer asks from anyone - personals, rp blogs and anons. I’ll answer non-mutual asks occaisonally but I won’t be making threads out of them

4. Shippings? If they’re of similar age, sure!

If I don’t happen to be interested, don’t force anything on my character.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Do NOT follow/interact if you do.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

If you want to ship and I already have a ship of your choosing going with a duplicate, please don’t hesitate to hmu! My ships aren’t exclusive and each character/relationship portrayal is unique to me!

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise. If you’re not interested in a ship anymore, just let me know!

5. Whilst I am of age, I’m not aiming for sexual content on this blog (and will not be dealing with fetishes). The occasional joke is fine, but anything beyond that makes me uncomfortable, and I typically don’t recommend pulling it with my character if you’re interacting with me. 

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC or OOC posts, so please don’t do that. If I put something in the fandom tags for whatever reason (bar promos), you’re free to, though.

This goes for my art too unless it has the tag ok to rb, but otherwise only the person I drew it for can reblog it. If you wanna’ reblog something, I DO put it on my art blog eventually!

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster, and length can range from 1 paragraph to 6.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happen to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching him.

8. Threads! You can yeet asks, memes, and even starters at me if I’ve liked a call! I’ll obviously have my own you can like.

You’re free to like starter calls even if we’re not mutuals; I can check out your blog that way. I still only write starters for mutuals though.

Starter memes are the BEST way to interact me because they just yeet a prompt at my face and really help me write starters. If you see me reblog one, send one!

If you want a certain verse, lemme’ know! Otherwise, I’ll probably default to a post-canon verse.

If you want to turn an ask into a thread, go ahead!

I don’t recommend writing starters for me unless we’ve discussed something. I don’t like to leave anyone hanging.

Please don’t assume things about my muse. If you’re uncertain about things, ASK.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting. I also have Discord if that’s more convenient for you!

For the moment, I’m sticking PRIMARILY to Mystery Incorporated canon with some other media sprinkled in. It’s just because Fred has a lot of media to cover and I haven’t binged his stuff yet.

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main!

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Pre-established relationships are a-okay in my book; if you have an idea for a relationship between our muses we can work towards, hit me up! I reblog those pre-established relationship memes every so often too. Romantic relationships link back to the shipping guidelines.

Also, friendship/family/rivalry relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me - so don’t feel scared about asking for them!

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

I am absolutely terrible with IMs and Discord. I either respond quickly or days later, depends on my mood. Social anxiety tends to interfere with this (and more recently exhaustion from work) - but honestly, if you’ve sent something, I’ve likely read it and just haven’t gotten around to it yet! It’s nothing personal; trust me!

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

This is a little different with callouts - if I see anything on dash pertaining to any problematic users, I will take it into consideration and rb it if I believe them to be harmful.

11. To retierate, I tend to follow those that:

Write para and whom I feel my muse would click with.

Seem chill? Tone can really intimidate me honestly.

Have rules and about pages! Knowing the boudaries of my rp partners is super important as well as their lovely muses! Sometimes rules are enough, though, if you’re going to write the about eventually.

Tag their nsfw.

Don’t have massive icons - ie, have rp icons that take up an entire text post like 500x500 or something. I don’t want to clog the dash and it’s tiring to resize them.

…also, if I follow your hub blog (provided it doesn’t double as a personal), it generally means I’m cool with any blogs that are attached to it.

12. On threads…

If you’re not interested in a thread anymore, and would like to drop it, please let me know! I’d feel terrible if we’re both not having fun with it or if partners feel overwhelmed with the amount of threads we have.

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything my muse might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. Know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you.

I literally couldn’t care less about follower counts. I care about YOU guys and our interactions.

15. Icons.

I make all of my icons by myself, however credit for the icon shape and psd goes here and here.

16. Rules are subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

#.law

[coolxnxblue]

de rules:

1. Themes might very with this blog. It’ll typically be SFW, but there will likely be dark themes, violence and swearing.

Things will be tagged! I’ll try my best, anyways. If you want something in particular tagged, please let me know through ask / anon / im. The format I use for tagging is, for example, tw: swearing.

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW content.

That said, I won’t do anything NSFW - gore is okay, though.

I’m of age.

2. I’m private, meaning I only really roleplay with people I follow. This is so things don’t get too overwhelming and for me and to cement who I want to interact with. I generally follow most people if our writing clicks, though.

If I don’t follow you and you’d like me to check out your blog, lurk in my notifs. I’ll definitely see you and make note to check you out. Same with promos, or you can just rb them to a sideblog / send an ask with its url. I can’t gurantee I’ll follow, but I’ll certainly check it out!

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it. You’re free to ask if I know of a fandom or not! I’ll have a list at some point.

I follow the tag #coolxnxblue. If there’s anything you want me to see, like dash commentary, just tag that and x-kit will alert me of your post! I may respond to ic stuff ic stuff if I’m feeling it. 

In that sense, I’m chill with dash shenanigans with most folk, not just mutuals!

Absolutely no godmodding. It ain’t fun, fam. If you’re not sure what this term means, do look it up. This includes powerplaying, metagaming, and other things of that nature. This applies especially in fights if they happen (I’m chance-based and hope that you are too).

I can be picky with OCs. But rest assured, if you’ve followed me/interacted with my promo, I’ll always give your pages a read.

Please don’t be offended if I don’t want to interact with you (and please don’t try to guilt me into doing so!).

As for following back, I usually take a week tops to do so - but if you’ve hit up my promo, I go through that eventually.

I DON’T CARE ABOUT AESTHETICS. I just think they’re pretty. If you don’t use formatting or anything like that, or heck - even wanna’ just do iconless rp - I have no problem with it whatsoever! It’s you, your writing and your muse I care about!

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

PLEASE understand that I have blogs galore and my muse tends to fluctuate; this can mean I’m everywhere at once and can end up neglecting a blog or two. It’s nothing personal; you know how muses are! Additionally, life happens to be a thing.

Please note the mun deals with anxiety and depression, and has part time jobs which are honestly tiring - this might affect how frequently she roleplays.

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

I hoard asks, but sometimes can’t find muse or interest for all of them. If it’s been a month or two, generally assume I’m not interested / can’t find muse for it. You’re free to send another though!

I answer asks from anyone - personals, rp blogs and anons. I’ll answer non-mutual asks occaisonally but I won’t be making threads out of them

4. Shippings? Heck yeah, I ship lots with my blue son! Just make sure they’re of similar age pls.

If I don’t happen to be interested, don’t force anything on my character.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Do NOT follow/interact if you do.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

If you want to ship and I already have a ship of your choosing going with a duplicate, please don’t hesitate to hmu! My ships aren’t exclusive and each character/relationship portrayal is unique to me!

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise. If you’re not interested in a ship anymore, just let me know!

Sonic X Tails won’t be happening on this blog, sorry.

5. Whilst I am of age, I’m not aiming for sexual content on this blog (and will not be dealing with fetishes). That stuff makes me uncomfortable, and I typically don’t recommend pulling it with my character if you’re interacting with me. Nonetheless, should it arise, I will tag it appropriately as nsfw //.

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any ask / starter memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC or OOC posts, so please don’t do that. If I put something in the fandom tags for whatever reason (bar promos), you’re free to, though.

This goes for my art too unless it has the tag ok to rb, but otherwise only the person I drew it for can reblog it. If you wanna’ reblog something, I DO put it on my art blog eventually!

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster, and length can range from 1 paragraph to 6.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happen to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching him.

8. Threads! You can yeet asks, memes, and even starters at me if I’ve liked a call! I’ll obviously have my own you can like.

You’re free to like starter calls even if we’re not mutuals; I can check out your blog that way. I still only write starters for mutuals though.

I know pretty much most if not all Sonic media, bar Fleetway which I haven’t gotten around to reading yet. Since that’s unfamiliar territory, I’m unlikely to tread in it yet.

Starter memes are the BEST way to interact me because they just yeet a prompt at my face and really help me write starters. If you see me reblog one, send one!

If you want a certain verse, lemme’ know! Otherwise, I’ll either resort to game verse or whatever continuity your muse applies to (i.e, Sally (archie), Starline (idw), and so forth).

If you want to turn an ask into a thread, go ahead!

In that sense, I don’t recommend writing starters for me unless we’ve discussed something. I don’t like to leave anyone hanging.

Please don’t assume things about my muse. If you’re uncertain about things, ASK.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting. I also have Discord if that’s more convenient for you!

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main!

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Pre-established relationships are a-okay in my book; if you have an idea for a relationship between our muses we can work towards, hit me up! I reblog those pre-established relationship memes every so often too. Romantic relationships link back to the shipping guidelines.

Also, friendship/family/rivalry relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me - so don’t feel scared about asking for them!

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

I am absolutely terrible with IMs and Discord. I either respond quickly or days later, depends on my mood. Social anxiety tends to interfere with this (and more recently exhaustion from work) - but honestly, if you’ve sent something, I’ve likely read it and just haven’t gotten around to it yet! It’s nothing personal; trust me!

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

This is a little different with callouts - if I see anything on dash pertaining to any problematic users, I will take it into consideration and rb it if I believe them to be harmful.

11. To retierate, I tend to follow those that:

Write para and whom I feel my muse would click with.

Seem chill? Tone can really intimidate me honestly.

Have rules and about pages! Knowing the boudaries of my rp partners is super important as well as their lovely muses! Sometimes rules are enough, though, if you’re going to write the about eventually.

Tag their nsfw.

Don’t have massive icons - ie, have rp icons that take up an entire text post like 500x500 or something. I don’t want to clog the dash and it’s tiring to resize them.

...also, if I follow your hub blog (provided it doesn’t double as a personal), it generally means I’m cool with any blogs that are attached to it.

12. On threads…

If you’re not interested in a thread anymore, and would like to drop it, please let me know! I’d feel terrible if we’re both not having fun with it or if partners feel overwhelmed with the amount of threads we have.

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything my muse might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. Know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you.

I literally couldn’t care less about follower counts. I care about YOU guys and our interactions.

15. Rules may be subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

#.rules

[autisticlaezel]

“Crazy Ex Girlfriend (season 1) inspired prompts

Send me a number and a ship and I’ll write a drabble!! (Feel free to rb obviously)

“The situation is a lot more nuanced than that.”

“To broken people.”

“This is what happy feels like.”

“Because you’re pretty and you’re smart and you’re ignoring me, so you’re obviously my type.”

“In fact, I hope they’re not there, so when I do my sexy dance moves it’s just for me.”

“I know. That’s not what you’re doing at all. Wink.”

“We’re friends. We’re friends, right?”

“We had a plan! Neutralize the enemy, not snuggle it!”

“I have never met anyone in my life who lies to themselves as much as you do!”

“I am so stupid. It all makes sense now, everything, all of it.”

“What is this drunk bitch talking about?”

“I know I still have you  but you have your rugby friends now.”

“I just want you to know, if you ever need it, this… T-shirt will always be there for you.”

“You have a step counter on here? Wow, it’s very low, I’m gonna catch you up.”

“Now if someone pulls a gun on me, I pull out my knife.”

“Face your fears. Run with scissors.”

“You’re funny in that way that I’m sure other people like.”

“Oh man. I thought the house was literally gonna be on fire!”

“My advice works, dammit, and I am gonna prove it!”

“You’re never gonna miss all that stress you’ve been keeping inside.”

“I don’t leave when there’s whiskey left.”

“So I still like you. And I know I shouldn’t. You’re not that nice to me and you’re weird.”

“I’m right here in flesh and blood and self hate.”

“Say yes or no before I choke on all this swallowed pride.”

“The second best thing to do in this town besides leave.”

“I’d throw glitter at him right now. Is there a glitter stand here somewhere?”

“I’d ask how you are, but I already know. You’re terrible.”

“Bye liars and terrible people.”

“Being a good person is overrated, I mean, who cares about that?”

“News flash, douche bags, I’m a good person.”

“You���re an evil genius.”

“Prepare for your parents to be impressed.”

“I love books. And clubs. Two of my favorite things.”

“Am I doomed to stay here?”

“I decided we’re past courtesy. I brought tacos and tequila.”

“I don’t want to feel this way. I reject this feeling. I respectfully decline this feeling.”

“You’re going to ruin your life if you stick with this table.”

“I’ve never been in a hotel room with a couch before.”

“You got really drunk and then you slow-danced with that giant fish.”

“Turns out my real life is garbage, but my fake life is amazing.”

“Emotional jinx, you owe me a coke.”

“I have friends. I definitely have friends.”

“I promise this time I’m not gonna oversleep and miss it.”

“I don’t care how I got invited, the point is I got invited.”

“I’m sorry, he’s terrible, it’s like he’s allergic to shirts. Anyway…”

“They give grades in pole dancing classes?”

“I would call it something that should never have been spoken of on a party bus.”

“Who cares about being likable?”

“It’s tough and it’s cold and when you wear shorts to the office people give you a funny look.”

“Oh, your morals are not up to code honey.”

“When we say ‘get involved’, we mean ‘give us money’.”

“You’re the only one who gets me.”

“I play to win.”

“We should spend more time in drum circles… in wielding swords, in chopping wood.”

“Bet she makes hot coffee.”

“You offered me pot to go to a party and I punched you.”

“Put yourself first.”

“You’re my hero, I believe in you.”

“You’ve always believed in me.”

“If we do this again, you can’t be an idiot this time.”

“Somehow you’re always here when I need you.”

“I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself.”

“I’m literally holding a dustpan and a broom in my hand, cleaning up your mess.”

“It’s so sexy when you listen.”

“I just thought I’d ask around before I got in bed with a new person.”

“Do we really need all these nachos?”

“I am so afraid that it’s over. That things will never be normal between us again.”

“Also, I lied to them once.”

“No dude, I’m gay. You were being cute, so…”

“Don’t underestimate the joy of a midnight bagel.”

“That’s a perfect name for a fake boyfriend.”

“When this case is over, we’re gonna have a movie night.”

“I made up a fake boyfriend and now that fake boyfriend wants to be my real boyfriend.”

“I’ve always wanted to work here, this place is so weird.”

“They can be aggressively nice, you’re gonna like it.”

“You can bang it out in the stock room whenever you want.”

“Does anyone really know anyone?”

“Tucked in turtleneck, that’s not a look you see every day.”

“Don’t settle for me.”

“You know, I keep forgetting that you’re so smart and so NOT smart.”

“You don’t know how much you earn?”

“You know what, unless you have a time machine, comments like that are not helpful anymore.”

“You know, that’s not a stage in anyone’s relationship.”

“All’s fair in love and war. But there’s casualties in both.”

“I’m the villain in my own story.”

“When I go to hell I’ll run it.”

“My actions have gone way too far.”

“Is being the villain my destiny?”

“You’re just gonna have to live with the uncertainty.”

 “I don’t want to say that I don’t like anyone as much as you but... I think I just said it.”

“I’m horrible at love. Any sort of love. Relationships, family, pets. I ruin everything.”

“Wake up, sleepyhead! I made pancakes!”

“Love doesn’t have to be a person. It can be a passion.”

“Just because you’re super hot, doesn’t mean you get to come in here and say mean statements about my friendships.”

“What? Your friends don’t know all your passwords?”

“If that’s true then you should change your life. People actually do that. Not me, but you know...”

“I had... Have... Had feelings for you, indeed.”

“Studying and drinking at the same time. Good decision.”

“Do you want to hang out for a while and insult each other?”

“We can make bad decisions together.”

“Sure I could get an A if I wanted to get an A but who cares about an A?”

“Are you dusting potatoes?”

“What have we said about standing places, quietly waiting for people?”

“Who likes dusty potatoes?”

“God I hate my friends.”

“Wow, yeah, God, your decisions are just the worst.”

“Only someone crazy and sad would do that.”

“We have to stop. It’s not good for me.”

“I’m trying this really new radical approach to studying. It’s called studying.”

“I can’t be in second place again with you.”

“Are you kicking me out?”

“Oh. I see, so you’re the boss now?”

“I like them, I really do, but they are not romance material.”

“What’s going on, why are you clapping?”

“Happy you is weird. What’s up?”

“I have like, the smartest face in here.”

“No, it’s not like that... It’s totally like that.”

“Dude, you’re bro-ing out so hard right now.”

“I’m in this bar drinking bad coffee, just so I can be close to them?”

“It’s a real devious plan, you love devious plans.”

“Well can I be honest? I think you’re acting like a little bitch right now.”

“Oh my god I think I like you.”

“Okay we are good on lasers.”

“It doesn’t matter what we do as long as we do it together.”

“I myself have like... Eight days lined up next week.”

“Oh dammit, that woman is a pastry witch.”

“They have boundary issues.”

“After everything I’ve done for you that you didn’t ask for!”

“This balloon is not stupid. it’s genius.”

“Well, doesn’t bother me and I don’t care, and it doesn’t bother me. Also weird thing to say, and it doesn’t bother me.”

“There’s no limit to where my reach is!”

“You think I’m a monster for doing your dirty work.”

“You’ve got issues kid.”

“Caring on me is very unattractive.”

“Oh god, you’re one of those people.”

“Just be like. “Dude, I dig you, I’ve got the feels.”“

“I, uh, I wanted to tell you that I - did you fart?”

“Yes, that was unfortunate, but I know you didn’t do it.”

“God pep talks into the mirror do nothing but enhance the loneliness.”

“You look alright.”

“Let’s go, it’ll be so fun and you’ll say nice things there.”

“We’re way too sober for this wedding, how about I get us some shots?”

“We’re fancy, deal with it!”

“What’s up with you tonight, you’re just extra snarky for no reason.”

“Come with me.”

#writing prompts #dialogue prompts #drabble prompts #shut up charlie #also as usual. things i'm cool with writing right now: #kotor - characters: ceeira; senna; ardel #kotor - ships: rea/alek; rea/senna; ceeira/canderous; senna/atris #swtor - characters: luna; marloveigh; tia; asteere; athamew; reshado #swtor - ships: luna/thalia; luna/theron; luna/lekzeeke; marloveigh/lana; tia/laine #asteere/koth; athamew/kai; reshado/andronikos #also friendship dynamics are always welcome too!!