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love-toxin · 1 year

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As someone who is on both the ADHD and autism spectrums, but wishes to remain anonymous....

Would the fruity four still... like me? Even if I'm weird and stim with my hands? Or if I say weird things and curse creatively? It's been a massive self esteem battle for me, because both of the people that I dated previously left me when I confided in them that I was on both the ADHD and autism spectrums....

first of all, im so sorry that happened my love! nobody deserves that, especially not such a sweet person <3 ty for sending me this ask not only bc you're giving me a reason to self-indulgently write about the fruity four with an autistic angel, but also bc!!! we're really alike!!! i love knowing there's somebody i can relate to out there 🥺🥺

I'll start off by saying; yes, of course! The fruity four are strong personalities and people, they have a bond with you that couldn't be broken by something like that, because it's part of what makes you you–and that's exactly what they love! The very thought of giving up on their true love because of a label is just bonkers, it makes no sense and they would be echoing that to you whenever you feel insecure about it. Also, let it be known that I'm totally on the train of headcanoning both Eddie and Robin as being on the spectrum. I like to think Eddie's stronger on the autistic side, whereas Robin is more adhd with her social skills being more pronouncedly autistic. So with this in mind, I think they'd already be very sensitive to whatever your personal experiences are on either spectrum! And they can relate to you inherently a lot better than most people, including both Nancy and Steve.

Not to say that those two are oblivious or apathetic, however, because they certainly are not! They just don't have the same experiences to empathize with you, so they've gotta put a little more work in to help themselves understand how you operate. Your boundaries are a relatively easy thing to start off with; they're something they've probably already gone over, just not as in-depth as they're used to. You might sit there shy and a little teary-eyed even, worrying yourself to death that they're going to laugh at you or make fun of the things that you say you need or that bother you, but Nancy and Steve will be so patient in listening and Robin and Eddie will encourage you to say everything that comes to mind. Your shared space is always a safe space, there's no fear of abandonment or rejection that you need to worry about here, and they'll do as much reassuring as it takes until you really feel comfortable and secure in knowing that. No moment of irritation or frustration or any meltdown will scare them away, no matter how big it gets. And they'll never think of you as childish for anything that you do or anything you get upset about.

Nancy's probably one of the easiest people to confide in about being on the spectrum, as a person who isn't perceivably on it herself. Even though she doesn't experience life in the same way you do, she's a fantastic listener and she treats your explanations and understanding your neurodivergency almost like a hobby in itself. When you mention some term or new behavior that you can't put a name to, she's off to the library to research anything and everything that has to do with autism and adhd–and soon she's the one coming to you not just with questions, but new information she picked up and surveys she wants to do to compare your personal experience to the studies she reads, to see if what's been published is accurate to the real-life experience. And you can damn well bet she's committing a bit of library graffiti in her chosen books if she comes across insensitive articles or tampered studies, or really anything that suggests that autism is some kind of disease or that it's a walking death sentence to any poor parent that finds their child is diagnosed with. She'll scratch out those horrid comments and outright false statements and write the corrections in the margins so long as she has the evidence, to the point that she pouts when she gets banned from borrowing any books for a month when she gets caught. "It was worth it," she insists, more concerned with getting the truth out there than being lectured by the crotchety old librarian–and you can bet she'll stand by her opinions even in public, even with strangers and ill-mannered people, because knowing you feel safe and wanted matters more to her than smiling and nodding along.

The only one that might be put off is Steve, but not in a bad way, and only at first. He's not as used to the way you and Eddie socialize, primarily because he's grown up and has gotten adjusted to the ways that neurotypical kids interact with each other. The way he carries himself and how he speaks to people is what he thinks is normal, so while he sees bluntness or awkward wording or seemingly oblivious social cues as abnormal, he doesn't think it's a bad thing at all. Clearly by the way he and Eddie exchanged conversation when they first met, he's more endeared by it than anything else, even though it takes him more time to understand it. He's used to picking between the lines of conversation to pick up cues and body language of whatever the other person isn't saying out loud, but luckily he's quick to realize that you don't necessarily speak the same way, and he just has to listen to you to know what you're trying to say. And once he learns about masking and sees you slowly become more comfortable with not doing it around him, he gets soooooo excited because he really feels like you're bonding, then, and that you trust him enough to stim or chatter on around him!

And with Eddie and Robin? They're so tuned in it's honestly hilarious. Eddie's constantly on the hunt for things he knows are part of your special interests–he finds little pieces of merch from bands or shows or movies you like, or things that are your favourite colour that he thinks you'll like. And he knows what your favourite animals are and what fabrics and textures you like, and pretty much anything and everything that has to do with your interests is noted down so he can use the information to his advantage. Robin's the same way, although you and her can talk for hours about the things you're passionate about, to the point that you both might forget to eat or sleep until exhaustion finally takes over, and you pass out in her bed or on the couch together.

Also, stimming? It's a normal thing in the household, and they will absolutely make sure that you feel like it's normal. Eddie tugs on his hair and plays with his watch, flaps his hands, claps, cracks his knuckles–and Robin has a few vocal stims like humming or making other little sounds through her teeth, aside from spinning her rings around and sometimes pacing around in circles with music or a movie on in the background. If you're restless and you move around a lot while they're cuddling with you, they get used to it quickly, and if you have days where you just absolutely do not want to be touched, they know that it's not personal and don't get offended if that goes on for awhile. It's the nice thing about having multiple partners, none of you really need to worry about feeling lonely or not having someone to confide in when someone isn't able to.

It's just a good time all around, really. They love you, you make them happy, and there's too much bad in this world for them to toss aside someone that really cares for them. Besides, how different are you from them, really? Each of them have things to deal with that frustrate them sometimes, or make them feel like they're a burden themselves. It's just a matter of accepting it, coping with it, and moving along, and letting the cycle repeat as many times as it needs to to let you enjoy life with the people you love.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #eddie munson x reader #robin buckley x reader #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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ja3hwa · 3 months

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this might be so random and i'm going anon bc i'm lowkey shy to ask (though i know i shouldn't be lmao)

but i NEED to now WHERE that picture of hongjoong is from in dreamy ch. 5 bc he is looking 😮‍💨 i personally never seen it before

ty in advance lol <333

Hello darling. Dont worry about being anonymous hehe. I don't mind. But Im so sorry, though, i dont know where the pic is from cause i got it off pinterest. Haha.

But here, these are the original pics i found...

You should totally check out my pinterest tho hehe cause i have a lot of cool aesthetic boards that i use for my banners 🩷🩷

♡♡Here♡♡

#ja3hwa answers #anonnie <3

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jazzmckay · 21 days

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tagged by @broodsys for this writer questionnaire uvu ty, i got really into this one. the deep jazz lore incoming <3

tagging @lyriumlullaby-ao3, @inscrutable-shadow, and @skadizzleross

copy and paste-able question list at the bottom of the post!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

says 88, but one is anonymous lol 89 babey

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

824,682

3. What fandoms do you write for?

dragon age currently, prior to that, detroit: become human. some witcher and RWBY mixed in. teen wolf, dishonored, red vs blue, homestuck back in the day, a couple other things.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Truth in Melody (witcher, geraskier)

The World Upside Down (dbh gen)

left an impression on my heart (teen wolf, scott/stiles. its over a decade old i am not linking this lol)

Variable Outcome (dbh, connor & gavin gen)

Winter Chill and Summer Bloom (dbh, connor/gavin)

5. Do you respond to comments?

absolutely! if i don't, it's only because the person is being a jerk or just uncomfortable. give me a heart emoji, you're getting a heart emoji right back. boop

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i generally write happy endings, no matter how hellish the road to that happy endings is. i do, however, have a Bad End dbh oneshot. Fair Compensation. it's straight up non-con, and from aggressor pov, so viewer discretion is advised

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

gosh idk how i could pick. as i said in the previous answer, i try to leave off on a high note. Truth in Melody or perhaps Promises to Keep. wouldn't say they're happier than others, but they're among my longest fics, which means the characters had to go through some bullshit to get those happy endings lmfao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

a couple times. more often, i get weird / uncomfortable comments that i just ignore

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do! well, i'd say "kinky" tends to be a general theme ahahaha and feelsy! smut in my chaptered fics are more basic, the oneshots can be wild though. and then there's from the depths, an ancient song, where i wrote a foursome involving a LOT of tentacles. like a lot. so take that how you will.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

ive dabbled in ideas, but rarely get around to actually writing them. i do like the concept of smashing my favourite universes together, though. my dbh vampire series is basically just the lore of vampire: the masquerade, but i wouldn't consider it a full crossover

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i have! and a couple additional requests, one that i denied, and another that i agreed to but no result yet! still hoping <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, for events. shout out to any of my buddies from the homestuck shipping olympics who see this :p can you BELIEVE how long it has been

roleplaying is also kinda like co-writing fics sometimes honestly. i've got some threads that have been ongoing for years and took a lot of plotting and planning together uvu

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

how dare u ask me this. this is nearly impossible aughh but i'm going to say corvo/daud from dishonored

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

basically anything from my favourite games and such that are nonetheless overshadowed by current hyperfixation. i'm forever sad that most of my many, many dishonored fic ideas were from a time when i chronically could not finish anything

16. What are your writing strengths?

i don't know, i'm bad at acknowledging good things about myself lol characterization, i suppose, that tends to be what i get the most lovely comments about <3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

fluff, unless it's the resolution to angst lmfao i need to build up to it. drop me straight into a nothing scenario of fluff and i don't know what to DO. technical-wise, idk, descriptions i think

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

it certainly has its place and can be done well! but it's easy to mess it up, too. you need to make sure it's accurate and fitting for the scene, you need to avoid racist stereotyping, you need the story to still make sense and flow well. if the message isn't clear because most readers don't know the language, or have to keep looking it up / reading author notes, that's immersion-breaking imo. with fictional languages where much of the fanbase is familiar with the common words, though, no big deal i'd say

19. First fandom you wrote for?

honestly i think it was the cartoon, angry beavers lol i didn't know what's what i was doing, at the time. as far as serious, intentional stories, maybe firefly? or xmen?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

i cannot pick just one lol 4 is as low as ill go

previously linked Winter Chill and Summer Bloom: this is very hurt/comfort, my favourite thing, with a bunch of my other favourite things tossed in. touch-starvation, non-verbal character, characters getting away from the location of their suffering to heal in a better place, both physically and mentally, sweet slice of life stuff etc.

take these broken wings and learn to fly: more h/c! this one starts off heavy as hell and involves a lot of Process of Healing (to no ones surprise, at this point). healing has gotta be one of my favourite genders. also it's femslash.

Sight & Shadows: it's both plot- and character-driven, i'm happy with how i balanced both simultaneously. it's my vampire au, and other than the v:tm lore borrowing, it feels almost original to me. it's a rarepair, in an au--as niche as it gets, shaped a lot by the universe and story i put together for the whole series. it was a joy to create, because i truly did write this for ME. i wouldn't say any of my fics were written for others, per se, but i guess this one just felt different from the start. i wasn't anticipating an audience, i was just telling the story these characters needed, the way i like to do it. i had great friends supporting me through it, so i wasn't alone in the process or anything, it just felt the most like writing an original story than any of my other fics have

into the light of the dark black night: first of all, yes, 2/4 fics listed here are titled with lyrics from blackbird by the beatles. blackbird lyrics means intense feelings, that's just how it is. i've done it twice, and ill DO IT AGAIN. anyway, this one takes place in one of dbh's grimmest possible endings--the nuclear blast ending. i did a lot of research for this one, and also put a lot of thought into handling it with as much care as i think a concept like this requires. it's weighty, but hopeful. it has apocalypse elements, which i love. i got to do cyberpunky stuff as well. i added some of the elements i think dbh would have included if d@vid cage weren't a coward. i projected multiplicity onto some of the characters. i got to write north as the steadfast and successful leader of the revolution, as she deserves. blackbird fly <3

if you made it through all of that... thank you :>

and the template:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

#about #my fic #tag meme

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jonquilyst · 21 days

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OC question of the day!

If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be:

your bestie

your spouse/partner

your secret lover!

your friendly rival

your enemy!

BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too!

Pass the game along (anonymously or not)

Aaa ty for the ask!! 💖 I read your response to this ask and when I saw you sent me this ask too I was so excited!!

My characters (The Runaway):

Bestie: Definitely and without a doubt Eva. Her character/personality is actually inspired off of my childhood best friend so it makes sense. I feel like our personalities would mesh really well together

Spouse/partner: I'll answer this as a "who I'd marry," and while I should pick another character, I think this character would also be Eva. I think we'd have good chemistry and she would do a great job in making sure I'm happy and healthy (a dynamic similar to Jayden and Megyn!) but alas... she is a fictional character and she is my creation. Maybe one day I'll meet someone like her though 💖

Secret lover: Assuming this one means a character who'd have a crush on me. If he weren't already with Megyn, I think Jayden would have a crush on me. However, I probably wouldn't reciprocate feelings. I think he's more compatible with Megyn anyways!

Friendly rival: I think Wyatt would be my friendly rival because both of us are pretty nerdy and I could see us going back and forth about science-related trivia. While they would win in the botanical/plants part of the spectrum (Wyatt is massively into plants and botany) I think I could probably win with other science trivia!

Enemy: Since my only character that's actually unlikable is Nick, it's a no-brainer, but besides him (since he is Megyn's abuser and is meant to be hated on) I think Robin and I wouldn't really get along the best (at least at first)

Your Characters (The Harpers)

Ok, I'm gonna do your characters next!!

Bestie: My ultimate bestie from your legacy is Le Chat. Hands down without a doubt. He may be a cat but I absolutely adore him. He's my favorite Harper. He's got style, class, and most importantly: moi thinks he haz dee greatest vocabulary!

Spouse/Partner: Heathcliff is my man. That man is so smoking... I love him. I'm a music lover too... 👉👈

Secret Lover: Hmm... It's a bit hard to say since there's so many characters, but I think Paris would be most likely to have a crush on me!

Friendly Rival: Logan bc even though I adore him, I can't forget that I put him through a bunch of crazy challenges in a reality show called Total Drama Sims! But maybe he'd like me if I didn't do that to him...

Enemy: As much as I love Xavier (and how hot he is too) I can't deny he's an asshole and we'd likely hate each other...

#asks

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aroaceleovaldez · 11 months

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would you be so kind as to share the results of your poll? you showed the pie charts but not which ships were what percentages (though i have a vague idea) ty<3

I definitely will! The survey isn't done yet though - i'm gonna let it continue running for at least a couple more days so it can hopefully get spread around a bit more, since I believe currently it still hasn't totally left the jasico side of the fandom (it may have slightly reached solangelo orbit, but i'd like to see if it can't drift a little further).

Also some misc general notes about the survey itself [which can be found here] since a couple of questions came up:

One person asked about multiple submissions for alters/systems or if that's considered skewing data - For that I'd say if they have individual specific ship opinions, submit multiple responses but just skip the age/year/fandom questions on the secondary submissions and go right to the ship-specific sections. If they have relatively the same ship opinions then maybe stick to just one submission.

Another person said that they refrained from putting some of their ships because they felt they may be judged for it - don't! Do not bias the data!! This is an anonymous survey and we're collecting statistics. Hand over the ships! We're just looking at correlations here. Again, it's an anonymous survey, put your weirdest favorite Nico crackship, I don't care. I've been in this fandom long enough, I've seen it all.

A couple of people were a bit confused by the "When did you start reading the series" question - that question is asking year. Books/PJO media that were released that year are included since in the tags of the original post, people couldn't remember exact years and were putting what book they remember being most recently published when they joined the fandom. If you know the year pick the year, if you know the most recent book pick the book, etc etc.

#ask #dreamyzworldlove #pjo survey #nico ship survey #< yippee tags for this now

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solmints-messyocdiary · 1 year

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Alrighty... for the sake of science only:

How would Odile act if she has a crush on someone? Moreover, how would she react if someone showed interest in her/had a crush on her? Would she ever doubt the realness of his feelings? 👀 ty

Scientifically speaking of course. 👀 and np

Having a crush:

Extremely attentive to their every whim and need. Giggly, blushes 24/7. Odile was already a people pleaser, but with her crush, it will multiply tenfold. She'll get flustered even quicker and will follow them like a shadow. At first, she'll leave him little flowers or notes anonymously, too scared of showing herself yet.

Little by little, she'll get more courage to show herself and try to (unsuccessfully) interact with him. She'll offer to fix anything he has with her sewing skills, help him clean up, help him with his work, try to talk about their interests, etc.

Basically, anything but cooking because even she knows her cooking skills are abysmal.

It's extremely easy to take advantage of her if she has a crush on you. She'll even go the extra mile and change herself physically or her values if her crush wants her to do that. Hell, she'll probably jump off of a cliff if her crush asked her to do that.

Please treat the girl gently.

Her crush reciprocating:

TOTALLY! She would doubt it the entire time but never express it.

Absolute shock and denial. She doesn't see herself as pretty or smart or nice. That she's too difficult and too much and too bad to truly love.

Others have confessed or dated her as a joke or dare when she was at the orphanage/school/late teens. It was never truly serious or genuine. And even if the guy was a genuinely nice person, pity would be the reason why they might spend time with her. She would honestly take anything she can get.

She truly believes that love and affection are earned, and depending on how much she can offer, the love will last. She thinks that she needs to do a lot to prove herself as someone suitable enough for her prince.

People don't tend to leave when they need something from you after all. So, as long as she can be useful, her crush will stay with her.

#slasher: odile #oc: odile #ask #bluecoolr-main #I make my baby suffer so much and for what

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doribuki · 1 year

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I have seen some of ur KH Art and I LOVE ur style! Now here are a bunch of questions because bothering people is fun (lol JK )

Question-

Favorite Game?

Favorite Character?

Thoughts of Darkness and Light?

What are some Headcanons do you have for some KH Characters? (Can be any character and multiple/trios)

And the most important question....what does the darkness smell like? Like I really wanna know (Looking at u Riku 👀)

LOL mysterious late night question anonymous indulging in my hyperfixation? ill TAKE it.

Favorite Game? - a hard tie between the three mainline games (1, 3, 2 in that order) and birth by sleep! i think all the mainlines are totally solid and bbs just has a majority of my favorite tropes/characters

Favorite Character? - The Girls But Aqua ESPECIALLY (kairi is a close 2nd, then in the third tier are all the other ladies.) this doesn't count disney of ff characters who are in a separate tier list.

Thoughts of Darkness and Light? - making the darkness an acutal sentient creature of evil was a mistake and throws any message from the games of "both are necessary actually" into total disarray because, no, actually, darkness is Really Truly Bad and has Been bad Since The Dawn Of Time. i don't like khux. i like some aspects of it but i hate it for what it did to the lore and how it recontextualized darkness. ANYWAY, MY THOUGHTS: the first game made a point to highlight the phrase "the closer you are to light, the greater your shadow becomes", tying these two forces together and holding them in equal standing. that single line frames my interpretation forever; that darkness is a primal and often negative force, but it is often misused by beings that suffer from their own hubris and riku is a good example of what happens when you accept yourself and all your flaws/detractions instead of suppressing/hiding/ignoring them! balance is necessary and i think they should have made a bigger point of aqua and eraqus's negative aspects (aqua tries to MURDER cinderella's stepfamily and eraqus tries to murder ventus) by their adherence to the light and the pressures they put on their loved ones (aqua unintentionally, eraqus very intentionally) to follow the same. something something when you stare at the sun you go blind so light is not always good, etc.

What are some Headcanons? - too many to quantify in a single ask but if you're that curious, by all means, please ask me specifics individually! esp abt characters you yourself may be interested in. granted! youve seen my work you know who i care about most (sorry, boys.) so i may have more for some than others. lol. some do push through in the answer below, tho!

What does the Darkness smell like? - burnt elements, differing from person to person by strength and pleasantness. maleficent (headcanon time!) smells like scorched plantlife with deeply bitter, stinging notes. terra smells like baked earth and clay, clinging and overwhelming but still like home. etc! on that note; only people deeply DEEPLY entrenched in darkness and light can pick up on those scents.

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helenofsimblr · 2 years

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11, 26, 42, 50, 60 for Francine, Kane, Arnold! ty

Francine: Oh me again!? Wow!

Kane: Wait this is anonymous, how do I tell if they're hot or not? C'mon, bet you're a cutie.

Arnold: Hmm... *looks up from phone.* What the fuck do you want? I'm busy I haven't got time to answer stupid questions.

Francine: Oh C'mon Arnie, it'll be good publicity for the company.

Arnold: Will it? Fine, make it fast. I'm busy and I got shit to do!

Who’s the most important person in their life?

Francine: Arnold of course, he means the world to me and I'd be lost without him.

Kane: Right now, its my contact at city hall who is preventing an inspection of my club. Motherfucker did a good job of fobbing off the clipboard crew so far.

Arnold: What was the question? *looks up from phone again* Oh uh... Francine, obviously.

What’s one topic they could never get tired of researching or learning about?

Francine: Ooh, I think itd have to be Selvadoradan culture. Such a fascinating topic to cover there. I mean the Genesis Wars were a big deal and lasted decades. I love how they are our immediate ancestors and most modern people sprung from them. Its really fascinating to think as well that a lot of things we take for granted now sprang from them.

Kane: The centerfolds of playboy I guess? Well all jokes aside my late father left me a lot of books years ago about how to run a successful business. Pity he didn't read them as thoroughly as I did.

Arnold: Fuckin' research? I'm tired already at just hearing the question. If I had to, I'd pay some fucker to do it for me.

What’s the typical first impression after meeting this person?

Francine: Positive I hope. I try to be as polite and friendly as I can be. But I also want to be fun too. Hopefully people look at me and don't think "bitch."

Kane: Nah, that's what happens when they meet Kira Francine. I think my first impression is good, they think this guy is suave, debonair, classy, good looking well dressed, interesting, and I'm modest too.

Arnold: I think the first impression when they meet me is fear, and respect. I command, and expect both. Simple as that. Next fuckin' question come on, lets get this shit over with.

Do they have any insecurities?

Francine: Um... I think just feeling like I won't be as good a lawyer as my mom, its some big shoes to fill. I mean, she totally betrayed me but, still, big shoes. Maybe as well that Arnold might find a more pretty girl than me... I guess that's the main ones...

Kane: Insecurity? Nah. Don't do that shit. "Fake it till you make it" motherfucker.

Arnold: Yawn...! Couldn't you have asked about my favourite gun or something instead. Insecurity, right uh, Francine will leave me, but we're tight and together right babe?

Francine: Right!

What are some of their simple pleasures?

Francine: Well for me I think my simplest pleasure is a coffee and a cigarette or a nice drink and a cigarette. I know! I shouldn't smoke, and even though I only have like 10 cigs a month, I wish I never started but, since I did, yeah, I do like it. Don't smoke kids. Um, lounging about in bed on a cold day, love that. And I also like hanging out with my buddy Sarah ( @sparkiekong ) she has been a true friend to me.

Kane: For me cigarettes ain't a simple pleasure, they're a fuckin' essential item! I ain't gonna lie, since I got the club open, I love watching the girls work, I love watching the money flowing. A good bit of weed too now that's where its at. Also, most simple pleasure of all, being right when Kira is clearly wrong! Fuckin' love that.

Arnold: I'm a billionaire's son, so my simple pleasures are my Range Rover Sport SVR, my G wagon. I like my gun collection too, gives me great delight. *looks at Francine sideways a moment.* Oh and cuddling up with Franny on a cold day in that bed. Amphetamines are high on my list too. You get me? Right... this shit is done.

Grabs Francine's hand and walks off with her.

#tw bad language #tw swearing

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survivorsfm · 5 months

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* ANONYMOUS ASKED : Hi, cool rp and idea. Would anyone be looking for a connection using Lola Tung if she's allowed ? I know she's only 21. TY <3

hi there, babe ! thank you sm, that’s so nice of you to say :’) and okay, first, despite being only 21, lola would be allowed cuz as stated in our guidelines we accept fcs 18 and above as long as they have resources ( or the used resources are ) of them being legal adults, which i think is lola’s case, since, if i recall correctly, most of her resources are for tsitp and she was at least 19 - 20 while filming that. so, you’re clear on that front ! now and second, about possible connections, we have awesome plotters in our group hence that wouldn’t be a problem even if you join without one, but i’ll leave the post open + send the link to our server so our members can reply if they have anything ! personally, i love to plot and develop connections so tots count me in, altho i don’t have any specific in mind cuz all my ideas often come to me once i’ve read about the character, but rest assured you won’t be lacking ties not while i live !!!

EDIT: lucky fletcher’s mun ( @fcurleaves ) said she could use a former rommate & lina seong’s mun ( @lasttolive ) specifically expressed she’d love to have a roommate who’s the total opposite of her muse, a dynamic similar to enid and wednesday, where despite being so different they somehow make it work.

#answered.#appless rp #oc rp #mumu rp #active rp #lsrp #we indeed received it my lovely nonnie *hehe cat with evil lighting sticker is sent several times*

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manchasama · 2 years

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Alright, because you sent me such LONG asks I am going to actually break it up lolol~ Ty 🕊️ ‘Nony!

Anonymous asked: omg I'm so sorry if this gets sent early and all messed up this app is so glitchy and the text box has shut down on me like five times trying to send this Heyo! It's me again 🕊️ sorry for not sending this earlier! Editing long posts on this hellsite is maddening lol So I've mostly been thinking about wing AU plot/character dynamics and just kinda went wild with it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I hope you enjoy :)

It did not get sent early! And no worries about sending anything at any time! I will answer when and as I have time and spoons. :)

Like you said before, Melli isn't a bad person by any means. He seems to show genuine care for the people and pokemon around him. He is, however, too much of an egotistical snob to admit that. He would 100% be genuinely concerned for the state of his fellow warden, but would definitely make up some speech about how he, the Great Warden Melli, has so generously and benevolently procured the necessary provisions to address the utter eyesores that are Warden Ingo's horrendously bedraggled plumage. All while subtlety urging him to get actual help.

Oh, I fully recognize that Melli is egotistical and written to be about as annoying as one can be. That has never stopped me from reading into a character and liking them tho lolol~ So yeah, unless I have a reason not to, whenever I end up writing for him he definitely falls under this kind of personality. Full of himself, probably insecure under the bluster, and does care about his fellows (like cares a lot but cannot and will not show it).

I think it’s actually a relief to him when the Pearl and Diamond clan have their truce. Not sure he realizes it tho. Because sure, he can “hate” someone from the Pearl clan just because they’re Pearl clan, no problem! He sees them at least weekly, spends quite a bit of time talking at to them, learned some things about pokemon from them, but sure yup he totally hates that Pearl warden! Would have no trouble at all if the clans fell into war....

As a character, Arezu seems more open minded to the player's eccentricities. I feel like after the initial shock, she'd be eager to try her hand at hairdressing? featherdressing? The MC twins' wings. Much to Ingo's dismay because oh boy she does NOT know what she's doing.

*rubs chin* No, I can see that. That actually gives me a terrible terrible idea. >:3c

Okay so it’s not that bad, but with the influx of wing knowledge I’ve gotten it did give me an idea. So when the young twins arrive, they are a bit beat up. I’m thinking actually that perhaps they are awake when they fall, or at least one of them is. I’m leaning toward Rei, and he tries to stop their fall with his wings. Since they are still developing and not strong enough (or practiced enough) to carry him alone even, adding in Akari’s weight means he wrenches something and can only make a mildly controlled crash.

So when they are taken in initially, Rei is stuck on bedrest because he can’t really move without pain. It will take a few days before he can limp along. However they do not want to put up with the two strangers without testing their mettle, right? So it’s up to Akari to go off alone and do the initial recon. Rei has to catch up later and prove his own mettle. (Kamado tries to keep them separated in their duties, and it works for a while, but eventually they just decide screw it and start working together. They miss their twin and survey work is so lonely, and dangerous).

But yes, after relations with the townspeople improve, and after Arezu comes into the picture, Arezu DOES want to try her hand at helping the twins with their wings. But she’s used to hair, and doesn’t quite...get that you can’t trim feathers the same way you do hair. Cue Arezu trimming their flight feathers, accidentally grounding them (even if they were inclined to try flying again). Whether she or they realize what she’s doing is questionable, but you BET Ingo realizes it later.

I'm not sure if this was intentional or not, but have you considered the accidental angel imagery of two mysterious winged children falling from the sky from what appears to be the realm of the almighty sinnoh? Because oh boy just imagine the superstitious Hisuian folks' reaction to that. That weariness was already prominent in the original narrative of the game, so I can only imagine how pervasive the gossip and arguments would get in this AU. Are they some sort of divine messengers sent there in goodwill? Or perhaps some malicious, manipulative troublemakers deliberately cast out Giratina-style. Oh the possibilities

:p I mean yeah it’s accidental, mostly because I don’t think there are what we consider angels in the Pokemon world. If anything, an angel in pokemon would look like, well, a pokemon! There’s no religion that really makes people the center of them, it’s almost always a pokemon who is god or otherwise, right? That doesn’t mean that there’s no wondering if the twins were a sign of the Almighty Sinnoh. But wings aren’t really a trait of their god(s), so again it doesn’t point much in that direction.

Normally, falling out of the sky would be no problem for two winged humans. Just make sure the drop is high enough for them to react & catch air. Arceus realizes last minute that he deleted the twins' memory of how to fly. Oops.

*snorts* Oh well it’s fine Rei takes care of it. :p I need to figure out a timeline, dangit. Because the young twins are still fledglings, but does that mean they never flew? That doesn’t mesh with some ideas I had. But again I’m on the fence about them getting amnesia too. Depends on if it works better for the story, hmmmm.... Oh plus having Ingo teach them is too precious, so having pre-knowledge even if forgotten affects that.

In the span between their rough landing and their meeting with Ingo, I feel like the kiddos would just get frustrated with their wings. They throw their balance all off. They're impossible to clean. They make everyone who sees them cold and suspicious. The feathers haven't looked shiny and flat since their initial fall. They hurt. They itch. They probably smell bad. They seem borderline useless. At that point, one of the twins just gets tired of it and asks Arezu to cut the feathers down to their quick. It's not like they can fly, anyways. Why not just clip them so they can at least be hidden away? (I feel like this could go as either an emotional moment, or just a casual bad decision made by a cranky, frustrated teenager. "Oh? My incredibly crucial flight feathers that won't regrow for another few months? just cut em off. No biggie.")

*points up* Yeah, there are many ways to go about it, but I think them getting their wings clipped is a thing that happens. But poor babies haven’t had the lifetime experience hiding them that Ingo did. Because in Unova, the Twin Traits are known about but not flaunted because they did originate as a curse, even if no one believes in that anymore (really). In Sinnoh where they are not a cultural thing, there’s less reason for the young twins to hide them. Sure it’s weird, but to their hometown, it’s not a big deal. Dawn and Lucas never had to hide the way Ingo and Emmet did (even if it wasn’t malicious or dangerous).

So yeah, they don’t have their parents help taking care of their wings, they are separated a lot at first and can’t try to take care of each other’s wings, and it’s just a miserable time. Once they start traveling together and get that good old Ingo care, it’s such a relief to be free of the itchy, dirty feeling!

I feel like they'd still use Lord Braviary to get around since their wings just aren't built for the altitude/climate/distance that his are. Probably resulting in some quippy exchange along the lines of "?But you have wings? Just fly there yourself." "I also have LEGS but still use Wyrdeer to get around. It's not that weird"

Lord Braviary is faster and yes way more suited to the terrain. Plus there is a time where their wings are still clipped, depending on how long they stay if/when they molt, etc. Also Ingo Forbade them from trying to fly over the mountains. Safety checks!! They are still young and would need a lot more time and training to be able to fly in the turbulent airspace of the mountains without risking themselves. Let’s try flying over the Obsidian fields first, m’kay?

The headcanon that one or both of the submas twins are afraid of (or averse to) heights works interesting here. Like you said, they don't like open air flying, but they do enjoy racing around the subway tunnels. I feel like there's be some cute kinship between Emmet and his archeops, both enjoying flight, but having a hard time getting off the ground.

Oh man, you know I forgot that headcanon people had for Emmet, ngl. IT WOULD BE FUNNY THO! I’m not sure I’d go for it in this, because I like them being more Fail about it than Afraid of it. But yes, Archeops and Emmet are absolute buds about how flying shouldn’t go that high, it’s Unnatural! :>

Rei: "Gee, Uncle Ingo, why do you wear that hat all the time?"

Ingo: *sheepishly tips cap to reveal full crest of head feathers*

Rei: "...oh"

*POINTS AT THAT POST I REBLOGGED TODAY* YEAH THOSE HEAD FEATHERS THO!! Or head wings in that case. I am not going to lie I am TEMPTED to at least have them have feathers in their hair. *side eyes Kuja* Listen, listen, it’s a Thing okay. I have loved it since long ago. But yes, the reason why they wear hats even on their off hours. Or hairclips near their feathers to make them look like accessories. Yesss okay I’m doing this too late.

I fully agree that it's much more realistic for the Rei & Akari to just hurl themselves off the nearest ledge to try and get their flight instincts to kick in after sitting through half of Ingo's boring lecture on flight safety and wing stretches. Poor guy probably had a heart attack

After their molt once Ingo has convinced Arezu to STOP CUTTING THEIR FEATHERS MISS, the twins are fully eager to learn how to fly. Ingo is surprisingly reluctant to teach them tho. I mean, the ground is so good, right? Why would you want to do more than glide? You have Lord Braviary. There’s no need. What are you doing by that cliff? WAIT--

Ingo gets to learn that not everyone feels the same as he does about high flying :>

If one of the twin MCs chose rowlet as their starter, just imagine the cute lil interactions. Concerned rowlet too tiny to preen human wings. Flying alongside their partner. Protective decidueye tucking their weird adoptive fledglings underneath their wings. I think it'd be cute :)

Oh god I’m going to have to decide on their pokemon teams, aren’t I? *whimpers* I myself chose rowlet, because orb birb<3. And yesss, all these good birb on birb!children interactions. I just love the idea that normally it’s humans learning how to take care of their pokemon, but in this case the pokemon also get to learn how to take care of their humans. Are in fact more knowledgeable about some things!

I assume the first chunk of the story is just Ingo's experience as the sole winged person in Hisui, with him gradually figuring out how to better care of himself. Letting himself stretch them out, letting sneasler try to preen them, letting Irida get a closer look, getting (unintentional) help from Melli, all that good stuff. By the time the other two get eeby deebied to Jubilife's front door, he's finally building his strength back up to fly. Him seeing and recognizing what kind of help the young twins need is kinda like a milestone of how far he's come.

So, since I’m going to be at least outlining two different wing!aus, that may not be a focus of the one with the young twins! Because like, I feel the young twins AU should focus more on the uncle ingo interactions, right? Might not even go into the backstory much, unless I think there’s something significant that happens before the young twins arrive. That would save the Lone Ingo ideas for the other au.

Still, though, Ingo getting a good support network is also tempting. *squints* Like I know I keep saying it, but I need to organize my thoughts. I AM going to cut off answering things today so I can work on it.

I love that period of time after he's met the two, but before he's revealed that he's also winged. He wants to help as much as he can, but knows he can't afford to drop his caution. At first it's just small, friendly small talk with his new acquaintances; asking about any injuries, making a lighthearted comment about posture, etc. He gives them more direct safety talk before/during their initial trek through the highlands. Once he starts hanging around Jubilife, he's had a lecture with medical corp about proper wing care, dissuaded Arezu from further mussing with their feathers, and directed the local tailor in making wing-accessable clothes (after all, he's probably had to make alterations to his own clothes in secret)

Could Ingo hold off long enough to be a secret support, is the question. Or would seeing these poor raggedy children with No Idea how they were mistreating themselves (hypocrite lol) make him move to help them more hands on first?

God, can you imagine the look on Calaba’s face if Ingo tried lecturing a healer on proper care of a (winged) patient? He’d be lucky if she didn’t beat him away with a broom lol. Ingo was not and is not a good patient, nor should he be giving out medical advice in her opinion!

(The only alterations to Ingo’s clothes were already technically made by Irida, though he probably makes it a little more permanent than her quick cut/sew job. His jacket is designed to hide them, and he doesn’t alter that even after he reveals his wings. It’s just...wrong, to make any changes to his uniform. :p)

With Ingo in the middle of strengthening his wings, the twins finally learning proper maintenance, and Irida being one of the only people to know about the warden's situation, I feel like the reveal would go something like "Ingo gets knocked out after taking a fall mid flight, injuring his wings. Irida, knowing he needs help but not wanting to out him to the rest of Hisui against his will, turns to the only other wingedfolk who might know what to do and not potentially resent Ingo after finding out what he was." The whole role reversal of the twins being able to help Ingo would be their own milestone; a test of how much they've learned, and a show of how close they've gotten to their funky battle uncle.

*rubs chin* Hmmmmmm, that is mighty tempting. Like, Ingo has done his best to help them from the sidelines, taking care not to overstep his boundaries and all. And Irida (and others in Hisui) really do put too much on the shoulders of children, so she would be one to ask them to help rather than turn to her own people first.

Just, the shock Rei and Akari feel, at seeing Ingo’s wings. Perhaps the injury has left him feverish and out of it, so they can’t even talk to him properly. The betrayal, which quickly turns to understanding and determination. Ingo has always tried his best for them, but they could always tell he was holding back. They never could understand why. And now with this puzzle piece it’s becoming a bit more clear. He doesn’t know how to reach out for himself, even though he’s always happy to step forward when someone else needs assistance.

Perhaps there was a small avalanche, and Ingo had used his wings to try and shelter the sneaselettes he had been watching. The weight and power of the snow was enough to break one of his wings, and the cold seeping in all combined to give him a pain induced fever. Sneasler digs them out as quickly as she can once things stabilize, but now she has to get her warden to safety and help, but also keep her kits safe. She calls Irida for assistance, and it goes from there.

Also funky battle uncle<3

Just thinking about how If Emmet does end up crashing Hisui to recover his bro, everyone who saw him would instantly realize that if this strange, winged man was identical to Ingo, then Ingo must have wings as well. (If they hadn't already assumed Emmet was Ingo himself.) Emmet's compulsively honest & reckless nature certainly Does Not Help This. He'd probably be like "Hello Hisuians! I am Emmet. I am looking for my brother Ingo. He has wings exactly like mine." without considering whether or not his bro kept em secret or not. Whoops.

Now, unless something has changed, Emmet would be hiding his wings as well upon arrival. However! Who knows? :> If Emmet is looking for his brother and thinks it would help identify quickly, he absolutely might just be like “Hi have you seen this man” and pull the corners of his mouth down to imitate Ingo lol.

*wipes brow* Okay, that was long. Had some fun ideas tho<3

#fun times ahead #pokemon #submas #submas wing!au #in which anon has many good ideas and I expand on a few :>

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sweeterthansammy · 3 years

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Masquerade || JJ Maybank & Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank + Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader; Reader hooks up with the pair.

Summary: In which identities are kept hidden with a mask.

Genre: Smut

Written in third person point of view.

Warnings: Threesome, smut AF, gagging, slight erotic humiliation, voyeurism, oral (fem and make receiving), double penetration, protected sex, mild language, face riding, fingering, squirting, & anonymous identities

Word count: 3.0k

“Y/N, you need to come to this party! It’s going to be a fucking rager!” Kie exclaimed, cuddling into one of Y/N’s pillows.

“Kie, I can’t, I have work in the morning,” she sighed, continuing to fold her laundry and pack into her drawers.

“Babe, this’ll be great for you to forget that little bitch.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, ‘that little bitch’ being her ex-boyfriend, Kelce.

“Kie-“

“Y/N, please! It’s a masquerade party. Even if he is there, he won’t bother you.”

“Kiara, I can’t go.”

“Just come for twenty minutes and you can go. That’s it.”

“Fine.”

She now stood in front of her mirror, a little silky black dress draping off of her body.

“How about this?” she asked, the dress resting mid-thigh.

“Just the others - hot. I think the red mask compliments the black.”

So she went to the party, looking as great as ever. She walked by Kie’s side, Sarah taking the other side as they approached the large Kook home.

“Holy fuck, this is huge,” Y/N muttered, admiring the Kook home.

It was nothing compared to what was built on The Cut - it was a gorgeous mansion, which she assumed had about fifteen rooms total. She glanced over at Sarah who was clad in a satin pink dress and a baby pink masquerade mask with golden decals, her hazel eyes glistening with the colored lights.

“Don’t stress it, Y/L/N. If he’s there, I’ll simply punch him in the face,” Sarah stated, her jaw clenching at the reference to her friend’s ex.

Kelce was as good as they came. Yet, he couldn’t remain the best. He decided that being faithful wasn’t the better option, hooking up with one of the many bottle blondes that resided on Figure Eight. She was a fling of Rafe’s before being passed down to Kelce - went by the name of Brie. Y/N had disliked the girl the moment she was introduced by Kelce. Though Y/N was a Pogue, Kelce didn’t mind. She was his everything, vise versa.

“I’ll be back, gotta look for John B.,” Sarah said with a wink, backpedaling from the pair as she went off to find her boyfriend.

Y/N and Kie exchanged glances before looking at the table with an assortment of alcoholic beverages, dashing to the table before anyone could beat them to it. They took a shot, then another, and then another. Three shots plus a few daiquiris were enough to get them tipsy, yet not drunk enough to have them not walking.

Y/N found herself growing more excited as the music genre changed, slight jazz moving to pop. Kie was currently in the arms of Pope, having only found one of their friends so far. They kept an eye out for John B., Sarah, and JJ - the blonde Pogue remaining unseen since they had gotten there. As she was about to leave, she felt an arm on her wrist, being tugged back into someone’s chest.

“Who the f-“

Her eyes were met with a pair of cerulean ones. She was unknowingly looking into the eyes of Rafe Cameron, his disheveled hair being one hell of a disguise - instead of it being gelled back as it usually would be, it was all over the place, flopping down in front of his face for the most part.

“Hey, Y/N.”

Unfortunately, it was easy for anyone to know it was Y/N under the little mask that covered only her eyes. Her H/C hair gave it all away, her hair being swept over to one side of her shoulder to expose her skin a bit more. Her eyes looked mesmerizing under the lights, her lips remaining in the little smile it always wore.

“How do you know who I am?” she asked, her voice remaining barely above a whisper as she looked into his eyes.

A dark chuckle left his lips, hands fiddling with the sides of her dress as he looked down at her.

“What’s to not know about you, princess?”

The question took her off guard, a gasp falling from her lips when he pulled her body closer to his. His hands balled her dress as he craned his neck down so his lips could meet hers. She didn’t even know him but something about the kiss made her crave more.

They stood there, lips beginning to move slightly when he slid his tongue into her mouth. She reached up, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him harder. Her dress rode further up her body, exposing the lace garners that added a little spice to her outfit.

Her hands fell to his shirt, nails scratching at his clothed chest. She pulled away for a breath of air, chuckling as she noticed that his lips were still puckered. She lifted his chin with her thumb and index finger, forcing his eyes to meet hers.

“All I know is that you’re a needy little thing.”

She wasn’t sure as to how she had been pressed against Rafe’s back with another person attacking her lips, but she was enjoying it. Thank god none of their friends were in sight - well all except for one. JJ was witnessing it first hand, his lips being the ones that were currently assaulting her neck with bites and kisses.

She hadn’t gotten a view of his beautiful blue eyes, which were hidden by his red mask similar to hers, only being able to see his blonde locks. If she hadn’t been familiar with the feel of his hair, she wouldn’t have known that it was him.

She turned around again as JJ marked her up, leaving Rafe to kiss her again. After hearing someone mutter “Cameron” to the brunette she was making out with at the time, she put two and two together. She wouldn’t reveal either of their identities, wanting to keep the idea of the two boys that hated each other the most, sharing her.

“We should take this somewhere else,” she said breathlessly, glancing between the two boys.

She was pretty sure that they already knew who was who, but the both of them decided to compete. Neither of them were giving up. Both wanted to make her feel good. But little did they know, things were about to take a sudden turn. She was going to make them feel good - maybe a little too good. She stumbled into a bedroom that Rafe had led them into, a golden light dimly set to give the room a sensual vibe.

“Set the mood for us already?” she snickered, looking back at JJ when she felt his hand land on her behind.

JJ shut the door with a kick of his foot after he handed Rafe over to Y/N, watching as she reached up to plant a kiss on his lips. Her tongue glided across his bottom lip, making him soon let his barrier down, allowing her tongue to explore his mouth.

She pushed him towards the bed, fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt while JJ worked on undoing the string tying behind her neck that kept her dress up. She leaned into JJ’s jest, watching as Rafe took his shirt off, then going for his belt, so on, so forth.

She began to undress herself, the silky black dress that once covered her falling to pool around her feet, exposing her sex sheathed in a lacy black thong with garters on both of her thighs and her bare breasts. She mentally drooled at the sight of the two shirtless boys, wanting nothing more than for them to ruin her.

She was quick to make her way back to JJ, her index finger tracing the outline of his pecks while her other hand dropped down to tease his cock. She ran her thumb over the tip, her hand trailing from his chest, up his neck, and to his hair, brushing the luscious blonde strands back to mend with the rest. His hands fell to her behind once again, profanities flying past his lips as she dropped to her knees. She looked over at Rafe, noticing that he still wore his boxers.

“I want you to touch yourself,” she spoke quietly enough for him to hear, her voice a bit groggy from how many throaty moans escaped her in the span of twenty minutes.

She looked up at JJ, her eyes being the only thing he could see with the rest of her face being hidden from the mask. She pressed soft kisses along the back of his shaft, eventually adding kitten licks to the mix. He threw his head back, wrapping her hair around his fingers as she began to deep throat him.

She pumped whatever couldn’t fit in her mouth while her free hand reached up to play with his balls, earning a lewd moan from him. She had barely been sucking him off for three minutes and he was about to bust in her mouth already. She dropped both of her hands, allowing him to fuck her face.

Her hands fell to her thighs, slithering between her legs to spread her wetness about. She vigorously rubbed at her clit with her thumb with her middle and ring fingers toyed with her entrance once she had slid her underwear off, tossing it somewhere else in the room. Rafe was about to cum at the sight, finally deciding that he’d had enough of being left out. He and JJ made a silent agreement, JJ pulling her mouth off of his cock before directing her to stand up.

She obliged, watching as JJ requested her to sit on his face. She hesitated at first, needing some reassurance from the two of them before she finally did it. She got on his face backward, as ordered, a moan tumbling from her lips once JJ licked a stripe from the front to the back. She watched as Rafe kneeled in front of the two of them, riding JJ’s face while taking both of them into her hands.

She pumped Rafe a few times, bending to reach his member while she continued to jerk JJ off. She moaned against Rafe as he hit the back of her throat while JJ did the same to her, sending vibrations throughout both of their bodies. She loudly moaned against Rafe, her mouth falling open slightly as JJ added a finger.

She began to ride his face faster, her hands struggling to focus on getting the two boys off. She watched as JJ’s tip began to spill warm white fluids, his cum coating his cock as she continued to run her hand up and down his member. She let out a relieved sigh as she felt the knot in her stomach unraveling, her juices spilling all over JJ’s mouth, traveling down to the back of her thighs.

Rafe cursed aloud as she hallowed her cheeks, quickening her pace. One of her hands reached up to scratch down his abdomen, leaving bright red marks while her nose his lower stomach. He pushed her head further down as he felt himself slowly cumming, his cum streaming down her throat. She pulled off of him, a mix of her saliva and his cum stringing between her lips. Her eyes were slightly watered as she breathed heavily, trying to recollect herself after that.

“I h-ave a-a challenge,” Rafe spoke up, his voice slightly pitched up as he recovered from a mind-blowing orgasm. “Red or white - who can fuck you better.”

Y/N loved the idea of two of them ruining the shit of her. She didn’t care if she couldn’t walk, she just wanted to watch (line through ‘watch’) feel them compete for the title. They had slipped condoms on, hands shaking as Y/N watched them both intensely.

To make it more difficult for her to choose, they decided to fuck her at the same time, Rafe’s cock already toying with her entrance while JJ prepared her anus for a stretch, his ring covered fingers making contact with her skin. The two of them sandwiched her, her legs being held up by Rafe’s hands while her back was supported by JJ’s torso.

She nearly screamed when she felt both of them plunge into her, Rafe fully exiting while JJ remained still. She whined at the feeling, JJ beginning to move slowly.

“Just fuck me already,” she groaned, one of her hands reaching up to meet Rafe’s hair.

“Such a little slut. Look at how horny she is for both of our cocks,” Rafe chuckled with a sinister smirk, earning a little chuckle from JJ.

Rafe teased her entrance once again before slipping inside of her. She let out a harsh moan at being filled up by the both of them, one hand reaching back to tangle itself in JJ’s hair while the other reached down to play with Rafe’s - his head being tucked into the crook of her neck while JJ’s was resting on the back of her shoulder.

JJ watched as he slid in and out of her, his rate proceeding to grow faster once she was used to the feeling. His hands gripped either side of her hips for steadiness, nails digging into her skin. She was a mess between the both of them, hands fisting their hair while they marked her as theirs - lips lingering on her skin to form hickies while they both mercilessly pounded into her.

“F-uck,” she moaned out, feeling the knot in her stomach beginning to unwind.

She felt an intense orgasm approaching, squeezing harshly around both boys. She felt as if she were seeing stars when they both took her breasts into their hands, massaging while she grew closer and closer to her orgasm. She felt a tingly sensation in her stomach - feeling as if she had to pee. She let out a sinful moan as she released, her liquids soaking the three of them.

“Didn’t think you were a squirter, princess,” Rafe breathed out as he slowed his pace, pulling out of her.

He discarded his condom, jerking himself off onto her lower stomach. JJ had yet to cum, pace slowing down from how tight she had grown. Rafe led them back to the bed, laying on the mattress and directing her to get on his cock backward once he had rolled on another condom. He laid his legs straight out, moaning at the sight of her already dampening the sheets between them.

He watched as she took JJ into her mouth, sucking him off. JJ had already been close to his orgasm, not taking too long to cum all over her. She sucked on his tip harshly, hands pumping and twisting around his shaft. She moaned against JJ, his hand pushing her hair back as she continued to ride Rafe like there was no tomorrow.

Rafe slid his fingers along her heat, index and middle fingers toying with her nervous bundle while his thumb circled around her clit. She came hard one more time, tears spilling out of her eyes from having JJ in the back of her throat and her cum spilling down the side of Rafe’s rubber-coated cock. JJ pulled out of her mouth, his cum remaining on her lip as he jerked himself off once, spurts of sticky white ropes landing on her chest.

She breathed heavily, focused on getting Rafe off a second time. She clenched around him, crying out as he dug his fingertips into her hip bones to move her at a faster rate. It wasn’t long before he was filling up yet another condom, panting as she rose from her spot on Rafe’s cock. She instructed JJ to lay next to Rafe. He hesitated, doing as he was told once she began to remove the garters from around her thighs.

She held the pieces of lace to both of their wrists, their hands now resting above their heads. She removed her mask before taking both of theirs off, wanting to watch both of their faces as she took both of them into her hands. She spent her time running her hand up and down both of their shafts, ignoring their cries for her to stop.

Before she knew it, they were cumming over and over and over. She worked the both of them out until she saw visible tears spilling from their eyes. She ran her hands up and down faster, her pace gradually increasing as she watched both of their abdomens being flexed under her touch.

She let out a dark chuckle as Rafe began to stir under her, begging her to stop. JJ struggled to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling at least four times as each second passed. They were both glistening in their own sweat, cocks worn out at how many times she had made them cum.

She cleaned herself up with Rafe’s discarded shirt, tossing it back to a random spot in the room, before redressing herself. She tied her masks around her head, allowing the red accessory to hide the smudged mascara around her eyes.

“W-where are you going?” Rafe asked.

“Are you seriously leaving us tied up here?!” JJ queried as she placed her hand on the doorknob.

“Wait, you didn’t tell us who won,” Rafe said, watching as she stepped a foot out of the door.

She let out an airy giggle, turning her head to look at the boys.

“Rafe, baby, you were this close,” she said, pinching her index finger and thumb together so there was barely space in between. “Maybe if you hadn’t teased me so much you would’ve won. But you lost your title to JJ. What a shame. Now, have fun getting out, boys.”

With that, she left the room, a bright smirk on JJ’s face with a sour expression written on Rafe’s. JJ’s smirk soon left his face as he realized she had left them both tied up there.

“Alright, now maybe if we help each other-“

“I’m not fucking helping you.”

“You salty little bitch.”

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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Slumber Party

Request 4: C!Ranboo and his best friend just having a calm like self-care sort of night? Like just some fluffy friendly content- maybe the reader playing with his hair? 🥺 I thrive on platonic content so so much

Requested By: Anonymous

(PLATONIC!Ranboo x Reader)

I felt like this one was better written in HeadCannon style hope that’s okay!

Marching through the Tundra the snow crunched under your feet, this was the first time you had made the journey out to visit Ranboo.

You two had been inseparable since he came to the country of New L’manburg, Tubbo had introduced the both of you and you were attached at the hip ever since. You were one of the first names under the best friends category in his memory book and you had a locket with his face inside it labeled best friend.

So it was only natural that he had made sure you were the first person who had direct permission from Technoblade to be on his property.

The pigman had warmed up to you surprisingly quickly, mainly because you had brought him a housewarming gift.

(The gift in question was some of your world-famous homemade mashed potatoes)

He took it stiffly and gruffly, turning away from the both of you to walk back towards his house.

Ranboo rushed to assure you that, that’s what he does when he appreciates something.

You chose to ignore the weird reaction in favor of following Ranboo to his home.

Ranboo’s pets remembered you and it was a joyful reunion between all of them. It ended in many snuggles and pets from both parties.

Eventually, Ranboo suggested you both move away from the pets and do something more fun. Mainly he wanted to officially show off his new powers to you, keeping them a secret had been immensely challenging.

The both of you sat across from one another on the floor, in front of you he placed a grass block.

“Ready?”

“Considering I don’t know what you’re doing sure.”

You almost screamed when he broke the grass and it was still...well grass.

“Do it again! Can you do it to other blocks or just dirt? What else can you pick up?

He couldn’t help but preen at all the praise and you were happy to dish out the compliments.

Ranboo explained how he went around with Techno to do some little experiments with what he could pick up.

You could care less about the spawners but the cake was another story. You made him pick it up about five times, eyes sparkling about unlimited cake.

Finally, to distract you away from the cake he asked how you were doing living with Tubbo in Snowchester.

“The nukes freak me out a little but other than that it’s peaceful. Tubbo and Jack’s shenanigans are super entertaining, I love living by Charlie! His puns make me laugh and he feels like he’s having a permanent mental breakdown. Which is again, very entertaining.”

Ranboo gave a soft chuckle, “Yeah I mean understandable whenever I visit there’s certainly never a dull moment.”

The only thing that did worry you was how weird Jack Manifold was being around Tommy. There was just a weird vibe you couldn’t quite put your finger on and Ranboo frowned in distaste. He felt it too.

However, today was a good day. No sad or worrying thoughts and certainly no dwelling on business that wasn’t either of your own.

Ranboo watched your brow crease in worry and immediately wanted to steer your thoughts away from any negativity.

RANBOO SAYS THERE’S NO SADNESS ALLOWED IN HIS HOUSE UNLESS IT’S HIS OWN

“You wanna braid my hair?” He ended up blurting and watched you blink in surprise your sadness fading away and it was replaced with a look of confusion.

“Is...Is it long enough?” You tilted your head to the side, now officially eyeing his multicolored hair.

“I don’t know...You wanna try?”

“Yeah! Totally!” You chirped as he nodded, you both moved to shift into a more comfortable position. He sat in front of you, you could barely see over his shoulder to even reach his hair you had to sit up on your knees.

“Hold it!” Ranboo paused turning to look over his shoulder, “put a pillow down.” He mama henned you, “you’re gonna bruise your knees.”

You grabbed a pillow with an eye roll and put it beneath your knees as he instructed.

You gently put your crown off his head and placed it on your own, you began to run your fingers through his hair.

How was it so soft? It’s way softer than yours! That’s not fair!

Ranboo felt you huff against him, and he smirked to himself but his face immediately melted into a relaxed expression as you ran your fingers through it.

You began to softly braid the strands of hair, waiting curiously as the stray stands of white and black got intermixed with one another.

You ended up making two small pigtail braids and tying the ends with rubber bands to make them stay in place. You had placed his crown back on his head and smirked proudly.

He turned to face you and your smirk turned into a proud grin,

“How’s it looking?”

“You look amazing. I’m amazing, the talent I have is immense.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He declared moving over to look in the mirror, he had to admit you didn’t do a terrible job at all.

He turned back to face you and declared it was your turn for him to play with your hair.

So the both of you switched positions, you sitting comfortably in between his legs as he brushed his fingers through your hair.

In the end, Ranboo couldn’t figure out how to do anything other than put it in a small ponytail.

You snickered at his misfortune but assured you loved the new hairstyle and decided you’d wear it for the remainder of the night.

“You don’t have to.” Ranboo sighed shoulders slumping forward, “your hair will only get tangled-”

“Too late I’m wearing it all night and you can’t stop me.”

“(Y/n) please.”

“Never. It’s my new style now, permanent hair doo.”

“Please no.”

An idea struck you suddenly declaring the both of you make the night a self-care experience

Ranboo had no idea what that meant but decided he’d follow your lead.

You snickered, he had no idea what he was in for, you told him to give you five minutes and everything would make sense.

Unfortunately due to his Enderman traits, Ranboo would experience the warm water of a pedicure so you’d make due.

You came back arms full of the so-called self-care supplies you’d mentioned earlier.

The first thing you declared that you were going to paint his nails, you demanded he picks the colors he wanted and he hesitantly picked out a soft red color.

You painted his claws swiftly, he adored it immediately seeing the first nail completed.

Once all of his nails were finished he held his hands out and wiggled his fingers, his eyes lighting up in childlike wonder.

“Let’s do more self-care. Right now!”

You laughed happily and promised him there was more to come, and not to worry.

Eventually, the sun began to set over the hills and both of you were clad in a face mask, cucumbers sitting atop both your eyes.

You were sipping a strawberry smoothie, and Ranboo was sipping on peanut butter and banana.

“Can we get Tubbo in on this next time? He seems like he needs it.” Ranboo asked suddenly a cucumber sliding off his eye to stare at you. You looked back at him with a hum,

“Absolutely. Maybe Tommy can come too.”

“This is why you’re the smart friend.” He complimented, “Although we couldn’t have it here for reasons that look like a half pigman.”

“That’s alright my house is big enough to fit everyone. Plus I have more self-care stuff there anyway.” You turned to face him this time popping off the cucumbers on your own eyes yourself,

“I’ll tell Tubbo and you find Tommy?” Ranboo hummed, “Does next weekend work for you?”

“I do nothing like all the time so yes. It works.”

“How do you stay away from everything, all the drama, and the fighting?”

“I only talk to like three people,” You let out a small laugh rubbing the back of your neck, “Can’t get into drama and wars when you’re barely noticed.” Ranboo frowned a little nudging you with his arm,

“First of all, you are noticed. Whenever I gush about you everyone knows who I’m talking about,” He watched you flush a little at the inclination that he talks about you, “Second I will not have my friends talking bad about themselves or they’ll have to fight me.” You gave a little laugh and Ranboo held up his fists, “I’m gonna fight those negative thoughts.”

“My hero,” You cooed holding your hands to your chest and he smiled fondly at you.

“Plus staying drama and war-free means you’re safe and that’s what’s important.”

“But I want you safe too.”

“I… trust me.” He lied and you could tell there was something he wasn’t telling you but you knew Ranboo and it wasn’t good to press the boy, so for now...you let it go.

“You know I do, always will Boo.” You rest your head on his shoulder and he let you snuggle up close to him, he rested his chin on top of your hair. “Just don’t get hurt okay, I need you in my life.”

“I don’t plan on leaving you behind. Don’t worry.” Ranboo promised and watched as you held out your pinky towards him.

“Pinky promise,” you whispered and he melted,

“Promise.” He interlocked his long pinky finger with your own, from that moment on he knew he had made the right choice to join the Syndicate. He wanted to protect you, and being apart of the Syndicate would certainly allow him to do so, he had to fight to protect the ones he loved. Tubbo, Micheal, and you...he’d go against the world for them, even with his memory problems and his Enderwalking his only goal was to protect his friends, and that’s what he was going to do even if it killed him.

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witcher-and-his-bard-archive · 3 years

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Promise Me Your Heart

a follow-up to Good as Gold.

Geralt has never voluntarily brought someone new into his life and for a long time, he wasn't sure how to go about it. Eskel has been with him almost as long as he remembers. Vesemir too. Even Lambert has been around since very early on, but Jaskier? Jaskier still feels new even after all these months. But they're making it work and Jaskier has so much patience that some days Geralt doesn't feel like he deserves.

He had expected things to be a disaster, but they're not. Even his inexperience with relationships and Jaskier's total lack of knowledge of anything monster- and survival-related, things are... good. Geralt is happy.

Then he's contracted to protect a wedding party from a pack of drowners that's been hanging around.

It's a good job. Simple enough and they're offering good pay to ensure the beasts aren't seen by the party guests, but Geralt is hesitant. There's not a scrap of doubt in his mind that he adores Jaskier. He's totally useless out here on the Path, but he tries and what Jaskier can get a grasp on he does well and he does often.

But Geralt sometimes worries that Jaskier's unhappy. Lately, he's been catching him looking pensive, scribbling things in his notebook but never seeming to present a song or poem like he normally would. Perhaps Jaskier has a journal as well. When Geralt was young and struggling to deal with emotions he was told he shouldn't have, Vesemir gave him a journal. It was a relief to be able to get all of his emotions out without having to share them and he wonders if Jaskier is doing the same now. He loves Geralt, so maybe he doesn't want to admit that this life isn't what he expected. Maybe he wants to return to Hagge but doesn't want to hurt Geralt's feelings. The thought of it makes his chest tight, but Geralt hasn't been able to bring himself to mention it.

Because what if Jaskier does leave?

Geralt wants him to be happy, but the thought of losing him now... he doesn't even want to think about it. So taking him to a wedding feels like rubbing a life in his face that he will never have.

When he tells him about the contract, Jaskier is delighted, at least outwardly, but there's a tense scent of worry just below the surface that Geralt is nervous about. He frowns and it earns him a swift smack on his arm before Jaskier presses up against his chest.

"Stop sniffing at me," he scolds, "I know you're doing it. I worry every time you take a job and you can't do anything about it. I love you, my darling. I don't want to think about my life without you, but here you are running off into danger every other moment." Geralt opens his mouth to speak, but Jaskier interrupts. "Ah-ah, I know. It's your job, but I'm still allowed to worry." He tips forward, pressing a soft kiss to Geralt's lips. "Now, let's get you into that armour, hm?"

Jaskier has become an expert at helping Geralt into his armour - and even more an expert of getting him out of it again later. The next few minutes pass in a blur and then Jaskier kisses him goodbye to go and play at the wedding and Geralt is alone again.

He throws himself into the hunt, clearing his mind of any doubts and insecurities. Because he knows how to do this. He can get this done and protect those people - and Jaskier. Whatever Jaskier wants can come later; he'll deal with it in its own time.

But as soon as he's finished - and has thrown himself in the river to rinse away some of the gore - he returns to find Jaskier in the centre of a circle, playing his lute and beaming. This is where he belongs. Geralt forces up a smile and crosses toward them, keeping an eye out for the mother of the bride. She holds his contract and he'd like to be on his way as quickly as possible.

He finds her with little trouble, talking with a group of people and he stands off to the side to wait. She's quick about excusing herself and she pays him extra and promises to pay Jaskier for his performance as well. It's unusual to find someone so generous and Geralt says as much, but she assures him he has earned it for protecting them.

Once everything has been sorted, Geralt slips away.

The woman has offered them a room in her house, but Geralt prefers the anonymity of an inn or the forest floor. Reluctantly, he accepted her offer to pay for the room. And he's grateful for it now, able to just return to the room and collapse without bartering or worrying about being turned away.

He strips out of his armour in the doorway and steps into the waiting bath. It was poured this morning, so it's cooled down, but he warms the water quickly enough - and it's warmer than the river in any case.

Evidently, Geralt doesn't realize how exhausted he is, because the next thing he knows, Jaskier's hands are in his hair and when he opens his eyes, the room is dark except for a few sparse candles.

"Hey, shh," Jaskier whispers as he bolts upright. "It's just me, love. You must have been tired."

He’s emotionally tired, more than anything, but he doesn't say anything. He warms the water again with igni and lets Jaskier wash the remaining muck from his hair before getting out. Jaskier leads him to bed and strips down to his skin before climbing in after him. Geralt clings to him, tucks his head under Jaskier's chin because if their time is limited, he wants to enjoy him as long as he can. Jaskier cuddles closer, holds him tighter, and for a long time, it's silent.

"Geralt?" he asks after some time. "Are you awake, love?"

"Mm."

"Do you ever... want something but you're afraid to ask for it?" he scoffs at himself almost immediately. "Never mind. I know you do. How do you... deal with it?"

Geralt's chest tightens. He's been waiting for this, but he still doesn't know what to say, how to act. All he knows is that more than anything, he wants Jaskier to be able to find the kind of happiness he's given him.

"If you want to go... I understand. I would never keep you here if you're unhappy." Jaskier pulls away immediately and Geralt knew it was coming, but it still feels abrupt and painful.

"Geralt, I- I don't want to go." His voice is low, he smells scared.

"I want you to be happy."

"I am. Geralt. I don't want to leave."

"You looked so happy this afternoon. At the wedding. Surrounded by all those people."

Jaskier huffs a soft laugh and slips his hand into Geralt's between them. "My love. I was happy seeing the bride and her new husband, the love they shared. I was happy because I thought... maybe we could have that, too?"

"You know I love you," Geralt whispers and Jaskier smiles soft at him, leaning up to press their noses together.

"I know love, and I adore you. I- Geralt, I want to marry you." Shock and delight rush through him in equal measures and Geralt isn't quite sure what to do with himself. He stares blankly for a moment while Jaskier looks at him. "Um?" Jask tries. "Say something?"

"No one would marry us."

Jaskier sighs. "Geralt, I know my upbringing means I'm supposed to marry for money or power or some such nonsense, but-" Geralt cuts him off with a soft kiss, cupping his jaw. He really does love that Jaskier doesn't even consider the obvious.

"Not because of your family, Jask. Because I'm a Witcher. No one would willingly bind another person to a Witcher."

"Then we'll have to do it ourselves." Before Geralt can even reply, Jaskier is slipping out of bed and crossing to the other side of the room and his bags.

When he returns, he's holding a length of blue silk in his hand and Geralt recognizes it. He leans up on one arm, focused on the cloth in his hand and Jaskier smiles as he climbs back up onto the bed.

"I thought you might remember this," he grins and Geralt can't help the way his pulse picks up. Apparently, Jaskier notices because straddles Geralt's hips and dips down to kiss him. "Marry me first," he whispers, "and we can do whatever you want with it later, hm?"

"Okay," Geralt breathes and Jaskier beams at him, kissing him quick and hard again before sitting up.

"I need your hand," he says and Geralt offers it freely. Jaskier winds their fingers together and twists the silk around them, tying it in a knot below their joined hands.

Geralt doesn't know much about marriage, but he knows enough to know this isn't exactly the way it's done. But maybe that's better. Maybe going against tradition is more appropriate for them anyway.

"As this knot is tied," Jaskier starts, "so are our lives now bound. The promises we make here tonight strengthen our union; they will cross the years and lives of each soul's growth. Do you- do you still seek to enter this ceremony?"

"Yes," Geralt whispers and his fingers tighten around Jaskier's.

"Do you promise to be a faithful partner in life? To love me without reservation?"

"I will." Geralt pauses and Jaskier nods. "And you?"

"I will."

"Do you promise to stand by me in times of joy and of sorrow?"

"I will."

"I will," Jaskier echoes. Gently, he unwinds the silk and runs his thumb over Geralt's fingers. "I don't-" he cuts himself off, pulling one of the rings from his left hand.

It's plainer than the others and Geralt has never quite understood why he likes it so much, but Jaskier holds it up, showing him the ring of buttercups on the inside of the band.

"I bought this for you so long ago I'd forgotten about it. But I was afraid to give it to you then, so I wore it myself as a way to keep you close. I want you to have it now." He slips it onto Geralt's finger and it fits surprisingly well.

"How long?" he asks and Jaskier shrugs.

"Long enough."

"I don't have one for you."

"That's okay," Jaskier hums. He takes one of his other rings, the one Geralt knows to be his favourite, and slips it off.

"Let me?" Geralt asks and Jaskier gives it to him. He takes Jaskier's hand and he doesn't realize how badly he's shaking until he slips the ring over his finger, pressing it down into place. Jaskier clasps their hands together and leans down to press his forehead against Geralt's. "I think you're supposed to kiss me now," Geralt hums.

Jaskier laughs as their noses bump against each other, then he kisses him, long and soft and sweet. When he pulls away, he doesn't go far.

"My husband," he whispers and something warm and possessive spreads through Geralt's chest.

"Husband," Geralt repeats, testing the word on his tongue. He decides he quite likes it.

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