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magicalrocketships · 5 months

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🌤 for the ask game, please! (Or any others of your choice, I'd be delighted to hear about whatever you'd like to talk about, tbh)

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

There's some dialogue in this bit!! Sometimes you just want to be sleeping instead of travelling:

Max is so tired that he sleeps for the entire flight to Brazil. Sleeping on a flight doesn't equal real rest though, and he was still hungover when he got to the airport in the first place, so by the time they arrive in São Paulo at six in the morning local time, he's grumpy and mulish and bad tempered and sulky.

He does not like mornings at the best of times, and he definitely does not like mornings when they come with his ears popping and being woken up so early it's practically the middle of the night, and he 100% does not like mornings when the timezone he's just come from is very clear about how this is sleeping time and not waking up time.

Daniel, who clearly knows him too well, shuffles him off the flight and through baggage claim and out through customs to a coffee shop that serves him a Red Bull, a cup of coffee, a glass of water and some kind of bread roll thing that, when Max pulls it apart, is very cheesy. He is doubtful about whether he'll like it but it is not too bad. He eats one and a half of them before letting Daniel finish off the second one.

"Feeling human yet?"

"Fuck off," Max says, and does not put his head on the table.

Daniel grins. "You're so charming in the morning. It's cute."

"It is not cute, it is the middle of the night." Max feels murderous. He wants to go to bed and not wake up for hours. His ears hurt. All of their luggage is piled up on a trolley that's jammed in next to their table. He's seen people recognise them and if anyone comes up and asks for an autograph before he's been to bed again he is going to cry like he did when he was little and everything was too much. "Where are we going?"

Daniel does finger guns. "We're being picked up," he says, checking his phone. "In fifteen minutes. Then the nice driver will take us to where we're picking up the helicopter."

Max blinks. "The helicopter."

"The helicopter," Daniel agrees. "If you're good I'll let you sleep in the car."

Max does not stab Daniel in the hand with his fork. Instead, he drinks his Red Bull and pulls his cap down lower and feels a selection of bad, angry thoughts about sleep, and Daniel, and life in general.

#waffling on about fic #fic i wish i was writing

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goodboyriddler · 2 years

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I’m sorry that I’m sending this so early but 7pm EST is kinda late in my timezone so I was hoping maybe I could send something earlier?!!? Currently thinking about Edward riding the readers leg whilst he begs for release…that would be pretty hot me thinks. Ignore this if you’re not accepting early requests!! Ty i hope you have the best day 😁❤️

thank you for participating! don't worry I know timezones are wack, and I can't resist sub Eddie, hope you enjoy this little piece whenever you see it!!

"Please, I've been good- I'll do anything." His voice breaks in the last sentence as he looks up at you, through clear glasses from his place kneeling on the floor.

You pat his soft brown hair with one hand while the other taps a pen to your lips. Shifting a little in your place on the chair you're sitting.

"What's an 8-letter word for waiting?" You ignore his question, your eyes only firmly in the crossword puzzle in front of you.

"P-please-."

"I asked you a question, Eddie." You grip his hair as a warning.

His Adam's apple moves as he scrambles in his mind for a coherent answer it will satisfy you. You're so beautiful watching him.

"Patience." And this time he can't help to close his eyes and answer. "T-the word is patience."

"It is! There you go, aren't you a clever one." You scribble down in your paper. Then he keens, pushing himself against your palm when you give him a small pat in the head. "Good boy."

Edward whines, melting in your hand, his hips resuming his little sloppy thrusts into your leg. He has pleased you, and that makes him so happy he could cry.

He's been hard for what he thinks it's been hours. First rubbing himself against his own palm, the pillow, and then you had given him permission to do it in your leg.

It had felt so good, his hard cock getting friction. And he knows he should be grateful for what you're giving to him, anything at all letting him touch you. The front of his boxers is soaked from his precum. Every time he is close you had stopped him, and he had begged, but you haven't let him cum.

He quickens his pace, the side of his face resting in your lap, his glasses going askew, as he grips your leg with both hands, moaning as he chases that familiar feeling in his stomach for what he thinks it's the tenth time.

You aren't looking at him, still your eyes in your crossword, and he moans. He's not good enough for your attention.

"Please-" Edward sobs earnestly, feeling tears run down his red cheeks. He kisses your thigh, buries his face there, worships you. "I want to cum, please, please, let me come? Please? I'm a good boy, I've been good for you."

He pants, his glasses fogging, as he grips your leg harder. Whines, trying to catch your attention.

You put your pen down.

"Mhm, aren't you pretty like this?" You finally, finally look at him.

Your other hand goes to his face and he opens his mouth instinctively, but you laugh shaking your head at him. Your fingers go to wipe out his tears off his cheeks and you think he looks so beautiful with his dishevel hair and teary green eyes.

"Please." Edward whispers to you, seemingly the only word he knows now.

You smile at him. You're feeling merciful tonight.

"You can cum."

"T-thank you, thank you so much." His pace quickens as he tries to let his gratitude show. He wants to cry by how nice you are letting him cum. You feel him fuck himself harder into your leg as he whimpers. "You're so good to me, thank you so much."

It doesn't take him much to let one final sloppy thrust as he cums in his boxers with a high whine as he looks at you. You feel him stain in your leg.

"There you go, that's it." You praise as you run your hand through his hair and he goes limp in your legs. "Was that good?"

He sleepily nods, smiling at you, kissing your thighs.

"See? Patient boys get rewarded."

#blurb bday #edward nashton x reader #paul dano #edward nashton x you #dano!riddler #the batman #the riddler x you #the riddler x reader

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firespirited · 4 months

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It has been brought to my attention that people can't know me unless I let you in. You're not mind-readers or actively remembering every detail. So let's get vulnerable *awkward thumbs up*

Here are some answers to not frequently asked questions:

You can use my real name, it works for me, Saffy's a chosen name for online (and offline if people struggle with pronunciation). I like both.

Don't worry about french timezones. I sleep 14 hours a day, awake about 12, resting for about half of that. I do have to go AFK regularly to do household stuff and rest, but if i'm online it's ok to assume i'm around =)

I can't drive. Haven't learned. Finally open to the idea though.

I don't have a DNI and don't talk about squicks and stressors because Tumblr has good curation options that i use extensively: So if I don't engage with a post, it could be that it contains a specific word. Things I haven't been able to filter but can set off a spiral are gun ownership 'for protection' (science says nope). Disability and labour (specifically the idea we have to be productive and also the fact that many disabled folks are maimed by attempting work). Breath play (extremely dangerous), sloppily defined 'kink' and ill-defined long term relationships. The word glioblastoma makes me cry. Tween pregnancy, death from childbirth, covid, long covid and various aspects of rape culture get greylisted at more difficult times.

I'm ace but have no issue with erotica and nudes or most sex scenes. Doesn't do much for me, doesn't disgust me most of the time. However, I can't stand products of the porn industry: zero interest in watching the adventures of a near disembodied penis in a woman who's clearly performing. You can be sex positive, support sex work and still see the industry as detrimental. Stunt and porn performers deserve so much better.

I'm currently more financially stable than ever. It's also not much at all. Enough to choose + buy my own food and clothes. Enough to have savings for a dog's vet expenses and someone to give her 15-minute walks. It's precarious and at the whims of having a really good doctor (she's retiring soon) but it's been nice to not be scared all the time. Lily the dog is my most precious luxury and worth it.

I went a decade only seeing a GP for emergency antibiotics after medical trauma. I had to put on makeup, drink lots of sugar to stay sat upright during the visit and pretend to be weller than I was to not get put in a psych ward because he didn't "believe" in autoimmune illnesses in the young, despite being cleared by a psychiatrist and a weekly psychotherapy session for 3 months. Getting healthcare and getting it paid for has been a mixture of very good luck and a long-term uphill battle (huge amounts of online research).

I'm probably not autistic (the online science tests point towards ADHD, you could probably armchair dx that from a few posts!) but use the term 'on the spectrum' because I've been perceived as autistic since childhood, especially when I'm happy or comfortable. Can't figure out if how I identify internally matters more than how I'm seen. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm often assumed to be a lesbian. eh.

I can be easily gaslit so long as it's a very slow boil. But if pushed to think about it, a core self that I've built in the past few years emerges suddenly to give me the rational overview. The clarity of that view is brutal. just brutal. Makes me question everything about myself for a while. I feel like someone trying to walk next to a car blaring 'oonst oonst' music trying to not match the beat in steps but falling into it anyway.

I'm allergic to cats but not exclusively a 'dog person'. Papaye slept just outside the door in a dog transport cage after Christmas while upstairs neighbour was busy. I just think cats are neat, they seem fine with me.

I can't explain why the main hobby ended up being dolls, it just clicks: they're bite sized and candy coloured and cute, there are so many crafting and art options for doll collectors, always loved repair. I feel very lucky to have found such a lovely community and i'm constantly getting into new crafts, new stories and making new acquaintances because it's a place where dolls get to be just one facet for connection.

I'm going to be 41 in april, my fave flower is daffodils, my fave plant is moss, all colours are nice: pastel rainbows and shades of green from lime to teal make me happiest.

'manifesting' is my current bugbear, it's stupid, it's harmful, it's just world theory repackaged, did I mention it's stupid?

I don't like onions and garlic, not unless they're super in the background. I respect the allium lovers and can (and do) put up with the smell daily but really dislike the taste. Same with coffee except that smells amazing.

Emoticons and emojis have made typing more like real language to me, I speak with my hands and accentuate words and even emote at the screen while i'm writing. I don't find it childish, not even gifs or memes, just an extension of language.

I've changed my mind about David Fincher in the past 5 years: brilliant director yes, not great at human stories after all.

If you feel like sharing your own, let this be your prompt. 💜

#saf #long post #getting to know each other

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iamstartraveller776 · 1 year

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Sleepy prompts: Darklina + 40

“I’m gonna carry you to bed if you keep arguing with me about not needing sleep.”

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt! Here's a bit of a Modern Business AU. I hope you enjoy! [ao3]

INVOLUNTARY

Alina hadn't meant to fall asleep. No, actually she did. She hadn't meant to sleep through the alarm she set on her phone. Lately there weren't enough hours in the day between doing her job and helping Mal do his.

"This presentation could lead to a big promotion, Alina. That'll change everything for us."

Us. She should be glad that he's finally talking about their future, and she was. They'd been stuck in a holding pattern for years, the corporate climb always taking precedence. Right now, though, she'd be grateful to catch more than an hour or two of sleep at night. In few days, they'd be in the same timezone again—the six hour difference was not helping.

Until then, she'd just have to catch a power nap when she could.

"Miss Starkova."

That familiar baritone pulled her out of a dream where she was lounging on a white sand beach, and she wanted to groan. A furious blush followed in the next second when she remembered where she was: the small study in her boss's hotel suite.

"Mr. Morozov!" she exclaimed as she sat bolt upright. "I'm sorry. I was just—" She shuffled through the papers on the desk, cheeks burning brighter at the bit of drool on the quarterly financial report. Great.

Aleksander Morozov, CEO and president of Ravka Enterprises, leaned against the door jamb, arms crossed. She'd seen him out of his usual three-piece suits before, but somehow the dark grey slacks and black button-down, collar undone, sleeves rolled to his elbows, seemed more intimate. A sight reserved for a date rather than his harried assistant.

His expression was unreadable as he cocked his head. "You were just...what?"

Alina bit back a frustrated sigh. If she'd woken with the alarm, he wouldn't have caught her literally snoozing on the job. She would have been done with the reports, caught up on emails, and updated his schedule before he returned from drinks with—who was it, again? She ran a hand over her face.

She had at least another hour of work ahead of her, two more like, and Mal would be calling any minute. She could laugh, but she'd probably cry instead.

"I can take this to my room." She stood, gathering the files and printouts. "I'll have tomorrow's schedule in your inbox before you wake up, and—" She cut off at the soft press of his hand over hers.

He was behind her, so near she could feel the heat radiating from him. She resisted the urge to inhale the subtle mix of cologne and bourbon. God, she needed sleep.

"What's wrong?" He moved his hand to her shoulder, encouraged her to turn toward him.

She shook her head and tried to smile up at him. "I'm fine. Just tired is all."

He frowned, searching her face with those dark, lancing eyes. "Yes," he said. "I've noticed. You've been tired this entire trip. Why?"

Alina grimaced. Apparently she hadn't been keeping up appearances as well as she thought. "It's nothing." At his flat look, she admitted, "Mal has an important presentation coming up, and I've been helping him at night. It won't happen again." Sleeping at work, she meant. Of course she'd help Mal.

A good girlfriend was available whenever she was needed. A good girlfriend wasn't resentful. And a good girlfriend's stomach didn't flutter when her older, unfairly handsome employer stood close enough that she had to crane her neck to keep her gaze on his.

"Ah, Malyen." Aleksander said his name with what almost sounded like a note of derision. "And he can't manage this presentation without you?"

The question sent a spike of indignation through her. Worse, though, it pricked too close to her own three a.m. thoughts. "Of course he can."

"Good." The corner of Aleksander's mouth curved up a hair. "Then you can get some rest." He nodded toward the paperwork and laptop. "That can wait."

"Really, I'm fine." Her body betrayed her in that moment by yawning.

He raised his brow as if daring her to keep arguing.

She was pretty sure her cheeks were permanently red now. "Right." Her hand unconsciously reached for the pile of work, and she stopped herself. It felt strange leaving all of that undone. "I'll just head downstairs."

Her phone buzzed as she picked it up from the desk, and he plucked it out of her hands with a stern look. His expression soured further when he looked at the screen. She squeaked out an objection when he accepted the call, bringing the phone to his ear.

"Mr. Oretsev." He held up a finger as Alina opened her mouth again. "I'm afraid Miss Starkova is unavailable for the rest of the night. I need her to be at her best for tomorrow's meetings, and that means several hours of uninterrupted sleep."

Alina glared at him as he listened to Mal's reply. She set her jaw against another yawn, determined not to prove Aleksander right.

"Yes, I'm aware," he said coolly. "However, since I am the one paying her salary, I must insist that she is well rested and sharp when she is on the clock."

Mal's voice grew louder on the other end of the line, and though she couldn't make out the words, Alina could guess what was being said. Mal didn't like her boss, thought the man was too arrogant, too entitled—particularly of Alina's time. In her less charitable moments, she felt it was rather like the pot calling the kettle black.

Aleksander seemed unfazed by the tirade he was receiving, only hummed as if in agreement. "Then as her boyfriend, I assume you are even more invested in her well-being than her employer."

Alina rolled her eyes. She was going to get an earful from Mal about this later.

"Oh, and Mr. Oretsev," Aleksander said, " a word of caution. You may not work for me, but you'd do well to remember that Keramzin Capital is one of my subsidiaries." He ended the call without waiting for a response.

And now there was yet another fire for Alina to put out before she could catch any shut-eye. "Thanks for that." She glowered at him, holding out her hand expectantly.

He kept his eyes on hers as he slipped her phone into his pocket.

"You can't just take my phone!"

"Someone has to take care of you," he said. "Since neither you nor your boyfriend"—there was no mistaking the derision in his tone this time—"appear to be willing, the job falls to me."

She opened her mouth to balk, but it turned into another jaw-cracking yawn. She hated the vindication that flashed across his features. "Fine. I'm going." She tried to inch around him, but he wouldn't budge.

He held her gaze for a beat, and her exasperation gave way to a different kind of warmth. Embarrassingly, she swayed on her feet, the combination of acute exhaustion, whatever this odd moment was, and the impending drama with Mal entirely too much.

Aleksander grabbed her wrist and her heart leapt into her throat as he lifted her over his shoulder.

"What are you doing!?" she gasped.

"Putting you to bed."

She was mortified at the idea of being carried through the hotel corridors like a misbehaving child, but her breath caught when, a minute later, he dropped her onto a plush king-sized bed—his bed. She tried to sit up, but he pushed her gently back down into the pillows.

"This is where you belong," he said, and she was certain her fatigue-addled imagination was conjuring up an implication that wasn't there. "For the next eight hours, at least."

"But where will you sleep?" she asked around yet another yawn. The bed really was luxuriant. Her eyelids started drooping against her will.

He gave her one of his rare grins as he moved to the foot of the bed. "There's a sofa bed in the other room." He slipped off one of her shoes, then the other, fingers grazing across each ankle, sliding down each foot.

Or was that another figment of her crumbling consciousness?

He helped her get under the feather comforter, and she was glad that she'd chosen business casual as her attire today. Because there was no way she was getting up again.

"Rest as long as you need," he murmured with a tender expression that made her chest tight.

"But the meeting with—"

"I'm perfectly capable of handling things on my own," he said over her. She couldn't help but hear a throwback to his earlier disdainful question about Mal's capabilities. "Now, sleep. That's an order."

Her eyes were more than happy to obey even as she scoffed lightly. "Not on the clock anymore."

He breathed a quiet laugh. "And you won't be until I say so."

She heard him pad toward the doorway, and suddenly, she couldn't let him leave without recognizing his uncharacteristic kindness. "Thank you, Mr. Morozov." Because he was right; she desperately needed this.

He didn't respond, and she looked up, thinking he'd already left. He was still there, though, standing at the threshold, hand hovering over the light switch. He glanced back at her over his shoulder.

"Call me Sasha," he said, barely more than a whisper. He flicked off the light. "Goodnight, Alina."

Blessedly sleep overtook her before she could ruminate on his peculiar behavior.

~FIN~

#darklina #darklina fanfic #alina x aleksander #alina x kirigan #alarkling #my fic #sab #modern au #business au #fluff #anti mal oretsev

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thesmpisonfire · 8 months

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I don't think you're being "too latino" but I do think you're being insensitive and not looking at the entire situation here, because the French fans and CCs and the rest of the European QSMP fans aren't mad because THIS event is late. People are upset because big events have consistently been at or past midnight, and despite saying it would change, it hasn't. It's been months of people and CCs asking for events at a more reasonable hour (even 10/11PM would be acceptable) and it doesn't happen. It's not normal for every event to be at 1AM for a part of the creators/fan base.

I know, but even to US its later than normal as well. The admins usually go 3 hours earlier than that and last event was already adapting to the french ccs, starting around 1 pst. If its this late theres a reason, im just annoyed that so many ppl are shitting on the admins who ate already trying their best. And I for once saw the asian fanbase cheer for a timezone bc they can FINALLY catch an event live

(The 'too latino' part is bc i get easily angered by any european crying when things aren't their way, sorry for that it has been bottling up for weeks. Yes its a me problem)

#discourse

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hymnic · 9 months

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[runs up to you and holds a microphone terrifyingly close to your face] HELLLO HI YES HEY HOWDY HELLO COULD YOU SPARE SOME THOUGHTS ON THE STREAM TONIGHT BECAUSE IM SCROLLING THROUGH YOUR REBLOGS AND YOUR TAGS ARE SO INCREDIBLY BASED

HOWDY i know you from one of my sideblogs and you are very cool very based too. i’m not gonna lie this was the first charlie stream i’ve ever caught live simply because of timezones and MAN the experience is so different with a live chat, knowing i’m losing my shit along with everyone else.

i’m sure it’s been said but charlie’s just. the perfect target for the code. he’s already kinda isolated and is only just getting used to growing close to others again. wasn’t around for the gegg arc but i assume charlie still has yet to feel accepted for himself and not as gegg, so there’s that too. and on a meta level, he’s missed a lot of stuff esp to do with the federation and all (me too tho), so he definitely doesn’t know what he’s getting into with all the code stuff even if he was around for code chayanne and tallulah. and. like. his willingness to do absolutely anything to get flippa back, to just be around her is gonna play likely a huge role in not only isolating him from others but maybe also turning him against them, or at least getting charlie to be willing to do harm to other qsmpers. the code has something up its little ones-and-zeroes sleeves and i do not like it one bit.

also apart from the lore progression itself, charlie’s acting was SO good. like i did know prior that he can cry on demand but it doesn’t make the impact any less. i’m quite sure he was crying towards the end of the stream and. man. me when emotions. he also built up the suspense really well, like when the lights first started going off and all i got genuinely scared. his character’s cluelessness really played up the audience’s fear of the unknown i do think.

and just. oughg. slimey goopy guy feelings. it was a really good stream and quite a solid one to be my first ever live charlie stream, but it did leave me very much distraught and desolate. my heart is in pieces, crying sobbing etc. seeing the chat live was wonderful though, and the rest of the stream was really sweet. i hope charlie has the best birthday after putting on an insane performance for all of us at an even insaner hour.

#qsmp #slimecicle #hymnic speaks #thanks for the ask hehe u are very funny and your jrwi takes are delightful #i have been out of the qsmp loop ever since flippa’s second death until this stream so my grasp on the code lore may be a bit iffy

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lizpaige · 11 months

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For the snippet ask 💕💕💕 👀 but bonus if it’s not an NSFW place.😘

thanks for the aaaask!! if its pynch its gotta be hands. no nsfw under the cut. more sleepy Adam cause thats the vibe today apparently. 💕 kissing somewhere other than lips Send me a heart prompt!

Ronan was still amazed that Adam could sleep through this much chaos. They were on a flight back to Virginia, going to the Barns for the holidays to meet everyone - Declan, Jordan, Hennessy, Matthew, and even Blue, Gansey, and Henry. About ten seconds after they boarded, Adam put his cheek on Ronan’s shoulder and fell asleep. About three hours into the flight, Ronan managed to wedge the hood of his sweatshirt beneath Adam’s head to give him a bit more cushion. He was normally bored out of his mind on flights, knee bouncing up and down, flipping through channels on the grainy television on the back of the seat in front of him, draining the battery on his phone, desperate for some stimulation. But Adam grounded him, he always did, and even just this little contact held him still.

He threaded their fingers together on the arm rest between them, had silently thanked the flight attendants for their whispered questions so as not to disturb Adam, but nothing did. Not the crying baby ten rows back, not the multiple rounds from the flight attendants, not the hour of turbulence or the announcements from the pilot, not even the in cabin lights turning on and the chaos of getting ready to land.

As they descended, Ronan squeezed Adam’s hand, lifted their joined hands to his lips and kissed his palm, his wrist, his thumb.

Adam inhaled deeply as he came awake, leaning back and stretching with his eyes closed, but he kept their hands joined, giving Ronan’s a squeeze.

“How much longer?” he mumbled, his thick as honey Henrietta accent always around when he just woke up.

“Ten minutes,” Ronan said, smiling at Adam’s confused expression. “You slept the whole flight.”

“What?” Adam rubbed his temple, squinted down at his watch - the dreamt one that Ronan gifted him all those years ago, which adapted to their new timezone seamlessly. “Are you serious?” he asked, but it sounded more like aryoosrsh when it was sandwiched between a yawn and another stretch.

“Yep,” Ronan said, ruffling the hair on the right side of Adam’s head that was pressed flat from resting on Ronan’s shoulder for six hours. “Good dreams?”

Adam leaned his cheek into Ronan’s palm, eyes closing again as if he were going to fall asleep just like that. He sighed happily, smiled, and nodded. “Yeah, good dreams.”

#writing prompt ask #asks #ask game #ronan lynch #adam parrish #tired adam parrish #pynch #pynch fic #trc

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miamierre · 2 years

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Fic prompt (sorry its simple) - girldads. Just the two of them, dads to a baby girl, throw in WAG Pierre too because you've got me loving him.

anon. anon. anon. oh my god. this is so. this was so. i'm sorry i didn't write more, i just 1) do not know how to write kid fic, and 2) would be sacrificing my own mental wellbeing if i kept going because girldads!piarles is so. its so. the galaxy brain you have. my god

anyway enjoy ily thank u for sendingggggg

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Pierre is up already when the baby monitor starts going off.

His early bird tendencies haven’t gone away despite moving from racing to modeling, really—if anything, they’ve gotten worse, considering all of the timezones he has to juggle with his international team. And ultimately, he doesn’t mind; early morning is when the world is quietest, when he can settle with himself and his future. The track is never too far from his mind, not even after being away for a couple of years. Charles lives the life full time, so he doesn’t exactly get what Pierre fantasizes about these days. He understands, but he doesn’t get it. So these early-dawn hours are some of the more precious ones that Pierre gets, day-to-day.

Unfortunately, he also has developed a habit of staying up late to work, like he has tonight. It’s been a year and a half since he’d been properly indoctrinated into the fashion world, started collaborating on designs and modeling for one brand or another year round, but he still feels the need to keep grinding the same as he’d done before in the garage: working until his brain scrambles is the only way he knows how to be, which doesn’t exactly leave him in the running for most-well-rested man.

And on top of that, having a baby has been—

Well, an adventure, for sure. He’s at Odette’s crib faster than he thought possible, doing his damnedest to not swing the door open too violently to startle her any further. “Ma cherie,” Pierre coos, trying to swallow his suddenly-flared nerves with a little sing-song tone. “What’s wrong? Papa is here, Odette, he’s right here.” With practiced ease, he lifts the crying baby girl into his arms, using his thumb to rub a soothing little pattern in her cheek. Contact seems to ease her distress a little; Odette’s wails have quieted into sniffling noises. “Are you tired, mon petit? Huh? My sweet girl.” He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “It is very late, you know.”

There’s a thud from somewhere behind Pierre, and then—“Pierre, Pierre, is she—” Charles stumbles through the doorframe, clearly disheveled from sleep, eyes huge. His chest is rising and falling rapidly. “Oh, thank god.” He pads forward, rubbing sleepily at his eyes with one hand. “How is our princess, cher?”

Pierre hums softly, gently bouncing Odette in his arms. “She is just sleepy, I think,” he answers, another soft hum slipping from his mouth as Charles presses a sleepy kiss to his cheek, then another to their daughter’s head. Odette babbles something soft and nonsensical in his direction. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Charles chuckles, looping a loose arm around Pierre’s waist. His fingers press into the soft fabric of Pierre’s designer bathrobe. “But you were asleep already, mon chou,” he murmurs, beaming down at Odette’s sleepy face. “Our silly baby.” Pierre, still bouncing her, shakes his head in amusement. Charles continues, expression entirely melted from sleep and affection. “She is just like her Papa, no?”

“Silly sounds more like her Daddy, I think,” Pierre says softly, pressing another kiss to Odette’s face. “Mm, but we are falling asleep again, non?” Odette makes a soft, agreeable noise, settling further into Pierre’s embrace.

“Pierrot,” Charles breathes, sidling closer. “You are magic.” Pierre tries not to be cocky about certain things, parenting being one of them, but this—his husband is right. Their daughter has calmed entirely only mere minutes after the baby monitor was all but blaring through their home, just from Pierre’s quiet and careful attention. Charles kisses his cheek again, nuzzling gently at him. Pierre doesn’t say anything, just continues to bounce the baby until her breathing begins to even out again. “How did you know she was awake?”

“I was working,” Pierre mumbles, pressing one last kiss to the top of Odette’s head before returning her to her crib. She’s out entirely, fortunately for the two of them. Pierre turns to his husband, taking his hand. “Doing some research for the shareholders, you know.” A shrug. “Sorry, I should’ve stopped in to let you know she was okay.”

“Mmm, don’t apologize.” He presses another kiss to Pierre’s face. “Come back to bed, cheri, leave work for the morning.” He tugs at Pierre’s hand. “Nothing is life or death.”

Charles is right. He’d really only been up to do extra research for talking points on the next Zoom call, nothing more. And besides—bed with Charles is always better than most other alternatives. “Okay,” he finally concedes, squeezing his hand. “Bedtime for Daddy and Papa.” Charles chuckles and squeezes his hand back, leading Pierre back to the room across the hall without another word.

“Cheri,” Charles murmurs, crawling across the mattress and flopping onto his stomach. He yawns, nestling his head into his pillow. “You need to stop working so late. The bed is so empty when you’re not in it with me.”

“Mmmm, how do you think I feel when you are away for race weekends.” Pierre answers, sinking into bed right alongside him.

“You come with me, you know.” He’s half asleep but Pierre can hear from the tone of his voice that he’d be rolling his eyes if this conversation weren’t happening at 1 in the morning.

“But I do not get to share your bed the way I want to,” Pierre insists, scooting closer so he can drape an arm around Charles’ waist.

Charles laughs, muffled, into the pillow. “You know why we can’t fuck on race weekends,” he says, shifting so that he’s facing Pierre fully. The moon is so bright that it’s casting a glow through their window, light catching on Charles’ face and emphasizing the drool that has dried on his chin. It’s endearingly Charles. “You become my WAG and forget all the rules, mon petit?”

“I wish,” Pierre yawns, sinking more into the comfortable bed beneath them. “Mmm, Charlito. What was that noise, before you came into O’s room?”

Charles doesn’t answer for a moment. Pierre thinks he’s fallen back asleep already, and huffs softly, before: “I, uh. Fell out of bed.”

Pierre chokes on a laugh. “Oh my god.”

“The monitor was loud! You know I am a heavy sleeper, Pierre, that shit scares me when it goes off!” The bed is shaking a little with their combined laughter. “Maybe if you weren’t working late you could’ve rescued me.”

Pierre shakes his head, still laughing. “No, absolutely not. You know I would laugh at you until I fell out of bed, probably.”

Charles smiles at him, sleepy and warm and full of love. “I know,” he confirms, although his expression turns cloudy a few moments later. “Pierre, are you sure it was just because O was tired? I think we should call the pediatrician in the morning, just to be sure.”

“Mon chat,” Pierre hums, trailing his hand up Charles’ back until it reaches his neck, where he cups his hand. “She was not warm or feverish when I kissed her.” He thumbs at the clean line of his husband’s hairline. “You kissed her too, you felt it.” Charles hums but doesn’t say anything. “And she did not smell, so it was not a diaper issue. She had her formula before bed, so it could not have been hunger.” Another hummed noise of acknowledgement. “I think she just woke up and could not get back to sleep.”

Charles sighs beside him. “You’re right,” he murmurs. “I just—you know how I am.” Pierre does. “She is our little girl, and as much as I am home, I cannot be with her all the time the way you are.” There’s a twinge of sadness in his voice. “I worry I am going to miss something.”

“Charles.” Pierre is cradling his cheek, now, aimlessly tracing the same pattern he’d been working on their baby only minutes ago. “Just because you are not home all the time, does not mean you are going to miss anything.” He stretches a little across the bed to press a tender kiss to his husband’s forehead, then flutters one to his nose and one beneath his eye. “I am not home all the time either, mon amour, and I do not get the luxury of bringing my family with me all the time.” He exhales, nuzzling more into Charles’ space. “If I have not missed anything, you will not either.”

Charles makes a soft, appreciative noise. “You are awfully confident about that.” But the cloud has passed over him all the way, once again leaving behind only sleepy tenderness that Charles seems to wear better than anyone Pierre has ever known. “She is lucky to have a Papa that is so sure of himself, Pierrot. You are so wonderful with her it takes my breath away.”

“She is just as lucky to have a Daddy that worries over her the way you do,” Pierre murmurs. The ministrations on his cheek continue. “You are just as wonderful, Charles. And really—” he retracts his hand only to grab at Charles’ under the blankets, knitting their fingers together. “We are so lucky to have her.”

Charles nods against the pillow, gentle smile curled across the half of his face that Pierre can see. “We are,” he echoes. “We really are.” Then he quiets again, sleep beginning to take its final hold of Pierre’s husband once again. Three-time world champion, Italian icon, fiery spirit Charles Leclerc is falling back to sleep and the drool seems to turn on again like a faucet. Pierre chuckles to himself, his own eyes heavy with exhaustion and relief at the knowledge that their daughter is okay.

“Mmm, Pierre?” Charles’ voice filters through his ears.

“Mmmm.”

“Would you want another?” Charles sounds like he’s about to fall back asleep any moment now—his brain is on autopilot, must be filtering the last of his thoughts out before he really gets sucked back in.

The idea is sweet, but Odette is still so young. Pierre is going insane with being a father of one, let alone introducing another into the fold. Maybe, but not right now seems to be his answer. “Mm, what, are you planning on fucking one into me?”

Charles moans a little at the halfhearted cheekiness but just rolls over in bed so that he’s no longer facing Pierre. “Might,” he finally answers, and then immediately falls back into steady breathing that proves he’d gotten dragged back under for the night.

Well then. Maybe Pierre will reconsider his position after all.

#piarles #pierrecharles #10 x 16 #fic #prompt #im like. im actually so unwell over this conceptually please have mercy gang

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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We are driving though glacier national park and I could cry it's so beautiful. Today has been so beautiful. I am seriously having the best trip.

It has been a very long day, both figuratively and literally. Because we cross two timezones we gained hours! And it's just been really neat.

I did not sleep a lot last night. After I got my post up I decided I would stay up for Minneapolis even if it wouldn't be until midnight. But the stop isn't actually in Minneapolis, it's in St Paul. But it was still fun to sit and watch things go by I loved so dearly.

And I just watched videos and watched the world go by.

James woke up to use the bathroom and sat with me for a little bit. I had gotten a little upset when I realized I lost the back and battery of my Bluetooth remote for my phone camera. I was sure it was in this cabin but with the beds set up I could not find it. And it made me feel really dumb and bad. But James helped me feel a little better because we went to sleep for real.

I was woken up by the sunrise. James was trying to come down from the top bunk and I grabbed their foot. We cuddled a little. But then it was time to get dressed. Which was a little hard but basically like changing in the back of the car so it was fine. And then it was time for breakfast.

Which was very good! Mine did get lost for a little. It eventually came out after getting stuck in the dumbwaiter. I got a breakfast quesadilla which I would enjoy very much. James had French toast. We talked to the women at our table a little but they weren't super chatty. Which was fine. I enjoyed James's company. And once we were done we went back to the cabin, where our attendant had changed our space back to seats.

We would just enjoy watching the world go by. We would talk. And take pictures. Lots of laughs. I did some drawing. And eventually we got to go outside for a little break in North Dakota. We walked the length of the train and took pictures. And then it was back inside.

They told us lunch would be at noon mountain time. So we had some extra time. We hadn't even switched to that time zone yet. But that was just fine. I had the rest of my quesadilla and played a game. It was just so beautiful outside and I was having the best day.

Eventually we got the call for lunch, our table mates from yesterday basically run past our door so we ran after that. It was very silly and we were all giggling at how dramatic we were being.

Lunch was good! I just had a salad, it was nice to have some kind of vegetable. It was a strawberry salad which isn't my top pick but I actually enjoyed a lot. The movement of the train is a little hard on my tummy though and I would get nauseous really quick so that is something I have to consider with the foods I choose. But the salad was good and I felt happy. Me and James shared a butter cake. Our table mates this time were our neighbors! And it was very fun talking to them about my thesis and art. They were very good sports about me talking to much. I was telling James I know that Europeans can think Americans are a lot, but Americans can already think I'm a lot so I hope I didn't scare them. They are very nice.

Me and James went to the observation car next. And while it is neat, I prefer our car. We can be cozier, my things are there, I have my activities. But we stayed there for about an hour. I listen to the rest of the scary story I had been listening to. And James worked on figuring out how to fix the airport mistake.

Somehow we got a return flight to an airport in Virginia. 2 hours from home. So thankfully we were able to find a car to rent but it was just not what I was hoping we were going to have to do. But there are no flights direct to bwi, so unless we want a 20 hour layover this is our best choice. If something has to go wrong I'm glad it was just that.

We went back the our car after that was sorted. Where I found the back of my shutter! I was thrilled.

We would take silly pictures in the cabin. And I just felt so happy and relaxed. I did some sewing. I did some drawing. I was just in a great mood.

We were finally in mountain time. And a little into Montana we got another fresh air break. At this stop we got to see an old train that I think was the former empire builder engine car. We took pictures with that and were just enjoying the sunshine even if we forgot our sunglasses and could not see without squinting. We were just giggly and happy and this has been such a wonderful trip so far and it's literally just the begining. If the rest of the trip is half as fun it'll be a blessing.

The rest of the afternoon was watching the plains. It is unreasonably pretty. And I took over 130 pictures just today because it's so stinking pretty.

And then it was dinner time. The woman we sat with wanted to see our wedding pictures and had lots of questions and that made me feel so good. She said we were such a fashionable couple and that was such a big compliment. Made me feel great. And the dinner we had was good too. I got Mac and cheese, James got a steak. It was fun watching on the map to see when we went through the Blackfoot Indian reservation, and all of us were speculating when we would get to the mountains.

Me and James went back to the cabin and watched the world. We fixed our bags a bit so tomorrow will be easier for packing to move out of here and arriving in Seattle. We saw some interesting things. Like pheasants, antelopes, bleached bones, and even a child mooning the train. Hilarious.

But all I cared about were the mountains. I was practically vibrating with excitement once we could see them out in the distance. As we edged closer I saw a white fox and a beaver and a horse that had left it's fence. But then the mountains were closer. And they were beautiful. My pictures don't do them justice. I'm so glad we got to see them for almost two hours before the sun went down. Because it was everything. We saw meandering water, babbling brooks, we went under tunnels and saw cabins and snow. We went through clouds and fog. It was just. Magical.

But I did lose service as soon as well got up here. So this post won't be there when I want it to. But as soon as I can get it up I will. I apologize but I'm on my honeymoon so you don't get to be upset with me. Just know I am having an absolute blast.

Tomorrow we should arrive in Seattle in the early afternoon. We will see when it actually happens. We are both excited for full showers and a hopefully big bed. But also I'm excited to see another place!

I hope you are all having fun as well, sleeping good and appreciating the nature around you. Goodnight!!

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mc-rupige · 2 years

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Technoblade's death still really hurts.

I woke up at 4 am (about an hour after the video dropped) yesterday. I cried a lot and when all my "night mutuals" were about to go to bed i was just starting the day...i felt alone i cried on and off till 2pm.I watched people in different timezones discover it everytime I opened tumblr. I had to tell my younger sibling to watch the video and we hang out together for a bit. Everytime I opened Instagram tumblr or even youtube there are people mourning him making me tearing up again and getting emotional to see so many people touched by him.

I tried to district myself drawing ofmd and rewatching it trying to not to think about it because i wasn't a "big fan" of him and I "didn't deserve" to take space mourning. But it feels wrong also to not talk about it.

He was funny and hardworking. He inspired so many people even at his young age...he is a year older than me and he was so strong to have lived through so much already. It made me emotional when he said that people helped him to get his sibling to college but that he don't want to pressure them to do it. It made me cry so much that his dad had to tell him to write the note that he left us because they both knew that he wouldn't get better. At the same time he still made me smile bitterly when he reveled his real name and that Dave was just a prank and the title of the video. I hope he is in peace knowing he has said what he wanted to say.

Rest in peace Alexander Technoblade you will be missed by so many. Thanks for the memories. Goodbye

#tw death #technoblade

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multi-lefaiye · 2 years

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*drags myself into ur inbox like ive just walked through a whole desert and ur blog is water*

hello. guess what. guess what i finally finished after suffering with it for like two days

if u guessed a drawing of Roach and Hypno with a very exageratted height different because 1. proportions and 2. it is funnier this way even if hypno is only like 4 inches taller than roach, ur right!

anyways yeah :D its done :D idk what itll look like on ur screen but the switch from my drawing screen to computer fucking murdered all the work i did on the hair so it looks a bit weird. also most of the blending was done w/ the bambi brush and i think its actually one of the best blending brushes i have oddly

ID: a drawing of multi's oc Roach and my oc Hypno side by side with an exaggerated height difference, Hypno resting his arm on Roach's head. Roach has pale skin, blond hair, blue eyes, and a heart sticker on their cheek. They wear a cropped dark gray shirt with a pink square, sun in the background, and purple palm trees on it. They wear a mesh shirt underneath and have dark blue pants on. Hypno has brown skin, red hair, brown eyes, and burn scars on his arm, hand, and under his eye. He wears a gray shirt that says "I MIGHT BE WRONG" and the W and R are covered by his hand as well as green sweatpants and a beaded bracelet and blue worm-on-a-string earrings.

In the top right corner, there's four smaller drawings of the two. The first two drawings are of them hunched over with a >:3 face and it says "CHAOS" over them. The other two drawings are of their faces looking tired with their tongues out. End ID.

I do not know if I like how it turned out (been staring at roach forever and there is Something wrong but idk what it is) but I hope you like it :DD have a good timezone!!!

I HAVE BEEN STARING AT THIS FOR LIKE HALF AN HOUR NOW OH MY GOSH I AM YELLINGGGG. BAAAAAAAAAT,,,,, CRYING CRYING (IN A GOOD WAY!!!)

FIRST OF ALL. Yes I so so much adore the height difference here ASDFJKL; it may not be ~accurate~ but it captures the vibes. Roach is Hypno's tiny older sibling figure who will happily cause chaos with it hehe

Also I'm so so entertained by the fact that you used the Bambi brush for this ASDJFKL; GOSH..... Bambi helped so much <333

Anyway this is so delightful oh my gosh thank you so so much!!!! <33333 I'm going FERAL oh gosh... I love these two so so dearly and this is making me giggle excitedly as I look at him <333

Also I know the opening is a metaphor but I have for u. Water

[Image Description: A glass of water. End ID.]

#talk to the bunnykitty #bat time all the time #bootiful art #gifts from the universe #i am going to stare at this forever THANK YOUUUUUU #THIS IS SO SWEET //CRIES #roach my beloved #genuinely this is so fun!!!!#also i love hypno's shirt so much omg #these two are fashion icons #i adore them <33333 #i care them <333

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imagine-hetalia-countries · 2 days

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random hcs. completely random

(GW2) Everyone who has a charr, their charr is part of the same warband. They're the Star warband, so Francis' charr is Olympe Starburst. Ivan's main- Vaska Starbore- is the legionnaire.

(Supernatural AU) Kiku and Yao can and will pin their s/o down. Yao will groom you. He will lick your hair and use his nose to preen you. Meanwhile Kiku will just coil around you and rest his head on your lap.

(Supernatural AU) Please please please scratch Alfred's back for him. Right there between his wings. He'll love you forever. He can't reach it.

Matt and Allen have a very long-running "Heeey, bear" joke from that one guy on Alone. They also have "Agh- I'm getting stung."

If you're a friend and he's not doing it as a country, Kiku doesn't care if you pay him back for stuff. Just pay it forward. There's very few people he actually holds money over if it was done personally.

Alfred once shot a spider. With a gun. The stairs to that house still have a bullet lodged in them.

Ludwig has his phone's clock app set to tell him what time it is for all his allies. If you don't live with him, your timezone is in there too. He will berate you for texting at 3 am.

Matt never calls anyone unless it's super important. So if Matt calls instead of texts, you better answer. Especially if it's really late in his timezone. If it's like 11-5 for him and he's calling, it's an emergency.

There's this really really old Spanish lullaby that Antonio used to sing for Lovino when he had nightmares. Lovino will sometimes hum it while he's cleaning or cooking. He will never admit that it's from Antonio.

(Monster AU) All the vampires hate drinking from you. Ivan will literally refuse unless he's starving, and even then he will not bite you. You will have to soak a rag and he'll drink it from that.

Sometimes if Alfred is startled, Spanish will just come out of him. Matthew is like this with French. It will just come out when they're startled.

Allen listens to musicals.

Yao will cry if you give him a plushie. Every single time. It doesn't matter if this is the first time or the fiftieth time. He will cry.

Lovino is pretty good at estimating numbers. He doesn't take the time to do the math, but he can get pretty close just estimating.

Allen is still really good at cooking food over a fire. He used to do it a lot more often, and with him being vegan there isn't much incentive to do it anymore, but if you get him to, he can make a mean stew. A whole pot will be gone in less than an hour, it's that good.

Meanwhile, Matt still does. He can and will just roast something over a fire all day. He uses minimal spices, the smoke and the fire do most of the work flavoring the meat. Plus the natural flavor in it.

Ivan and Viktor both naturally run very very hot. They're both incredibly hot blooded, so if they're somewhere that ISN'T covered in snow, they're drenched in sweat dying. If you get Ivan down to like... Arizona in the summer, he is going to need the AC on full blast right in his face.

Kiku loves watching videos of tiny blacksmithing. Bonus if it's straight up ASMR style with no added sound effects for goofiness.

But on the other hand, most other kinds of ASMR squick him out. Eating sounds make him want to hit something.

Matthias plays campfire sounds if he can't sleep. It's a double edged sword though, he gets super sleepy around campfires now.

(Soulbound) One of Yao's incarnates was just a farmer. He never did anything grander with his life. He just farmed rice. And Yao loved him. He still has a recipe he makes sometimes that man taught him. He eventually died from age, Yao got to be with him when he died.

Gilbert has tried to be able to read Kanji but he just can't wrap his head around it. Kiku has tried to teach him but it just won't stick in his brain. He can read romanji just fine.

Feliciano hates sleeping alone so he'll often call Caro and Enzo up into bed with him if he doesn't have someone else.

Flavio likes having soft music playing when he sleeps.

(GW2) Alfred's charr is the second in command of Star warband. In the lore that Alfred definitely just wrote himself, he's the one who named the warband. His charr is answers to any pronouns, though he mostly uses feminine for them. Their name is Liberty Saberstar, they're his elementalist.

(GW2) Ludwig already has a warband name chosen, he just hasn't gotten around to making a charr yet. He's going to have the warband's ranger who's birds are all trained as messengers. Starling. You know, like the bird.

(Supernatural AU) I know I haven't actually posted it yet, but Matt is a werebear he and absolutely SLEEPS in winter. Do not wake him up, he will be grumpy.

Alfred and Kiku have watch parties for anime they're both into. If they don't watch the new episode together they will explode waiting for the other to watch it so they can DISCUSS.

#francis bonnefoy #arthur kirkland #gilbert beilschmidt #feliciano vargas #ivan braginski #ludwig beilschmidt #lovino vargas #wang yao #yao wang #hetalia headcanons

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iloveyoucountdown · 11 months

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//ok so guys yk how it says counting down the days and in parentheses it says (pst)? yeah thats my timezone ily comes out at 3 am i am the big sad person rest in peace ily blog runner forever arriving to milgram mvs two hours late 🥺

that aside the REBLOGS IVE BEEN STARING AT THEM FOR SEVERAL MINUTES TRYING NOT TO CRY CAUSE IM IN CLASS KSHDHDHXHHDJSND 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 THANK YOU ALL OH MY GOD I CAME UP WITH THIS ACCOUNT ON THE WHIM AFTER MAPPIS DOOR DROPPED I DID NOT EXPECT IT TO GET THIS FAR 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 💥💥💥💥💥💥 explodes

(yes this is the sappy gratitude post)

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portcadorpg · 1 year

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Congratulations, H! We are delighted to welcome Dallas Choi to Port Cado. Please complete our after acceptance checklist. We are looking forward to seeing you develop him. Please send in his blog within 48 hours.

Alias: H Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Age: 25+ Timezone: EST

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Name: Dallas Choi Birthdate and Age: February 14th, 30 years old Preferred Pronouns: He/They Faceclaim: Yoo Kihyun Profession: A really bad PA Loyalty: Neither Designation: submissive Claim: unclaimed Children: None Neighborhood: Midtown Harbor Sexuality: Heterosexual Kinks: Praise, Service, Pain play, Toys, Praise, praise, praise, Orgasm denial/control, Pet play, Humiliation, Crying; Anti-kinks: Age regression, CBT (unless it is being stepped on with a pair of magnificent heels), excessive beatings;

Biography:

If it wasn’t for who they were, Dallas could’ve been a very influential and dangerous man in some other life. He was smart, very resourceful, and keenly apt to get what he wanted even if it meant screwing other people over. As it was, however, they usually used those skills of his to get someone else to take care of him. The ultimate goal of his life. Fresh out of his parent’s home. Dallas knew well he didn’t want to live in Morrel Point. They wanted someplace better, having grown up on movies where characters lived very pampered lives, Dallas wanted glitz and glamour.

So they set on getting it. He was young and pretty, indeed it wasn’t going to be that hard to get the attention of someone powerful. That’s how Dallas ended up collared and claimed at the age of twenty-one by Giulia Rossi. Giulia - an Italian woman, a few years older than him, was new to Port Cado, having moved in just a few months before she met him. She was gorgeous, strong, and had her fingers deep in Syndicate business, working as a liaison between Italy and Port Cado.

Dallas’ most perfect Domme.

She provided him with the luxury he enjoyed and, in turn, Dallas was the perfect submissive she sought - an arm candy when she needed it. A confidant. Someone she could truly trust. He might not have loved his Domme, but it came close enough. Dallas admired her. She was dotting of him and he was devoted to her, so the rest mattered little.

When an altercation went wrong and ended up with her demise, Dallas not only left to mourn the person closest to him, but he also had to deal with the cruel realization that she’d hidden quite a lot from him. With everything going on in Port Cado, Giulia had kept him in the dark about the rough patch they were going through financially. More and more she’d been falling out of Vincent’s favor and without any plan in mind, with her death, Dallas was left penniless. So he had to figure out real quick how to get back on his feet again. It wasn’t a position they wanted to be in, but Dallas had no choice.

They had to find …. work.

Plot Ideas:

Oh, I want ridiculous plots for him, please! The OS coming to him for some piece of information his Domme had and perhaps he could help with? So Dallas can be the little weasel they are.

Him being a gossip and busybody. Can't keep himself out of anyone's business.

Someone helping him out to learn how to live poor again ;( Please, he’s a domesticated hamster. He forgot what it is to live in the wilds.

#accepted #yoo kihyun #crime rp #mature rp #city rp

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