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WHO DID THIS???????????

im cryin :O

♡  𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗧𝗬  𝗙𝗢𝗥  𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦𝗡𝗜𝗣𝗘𝗥  ♡

❝ i'd like to submit some positivity for @spellsniper (and the other blogs run by tristan as well tbh). he is such a gem. he's a great friend and a fantastic writer with some really incredible ideas and magnificent characters, unique voices, and lovely writing. just a wonderful person all around. he's awesome! the rpc is very lucky to count tristan among them! ❞

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Oh! A soft gasp escaped her lips, hushed and dragged warm over the heated embers in her throat. His tongue did such wicked things sometimes, often curling easy around a wit like a sharp dagger, but this wickedness was the piercing kind, wasn't it?

He played her body like he was the musician and she the pretty thing that could light an audience on fire with the pretty noises he drew out of her. A lap of his tongue over the cherry-ripe nipple had Galatea clutching tighter at his shoulders, fingers curling in hard enough to make her knuckles go white.

And then all at once she was on her back, curls spilling into a ruby halo around her head. Her eyes were wide as planets and then half-lidded in a delighted ecstacy. Yes, yes this was what she wanted, what she needed.

"Mmmm.. don't be sweet, show me how maddening I make you, please," hips lifted, canting upward into his grasp so he could easily drag her trousers down over her thighs. Glossy pink stretch marks gleamed in the firelight, barely there unless you were to really look at that pale belly. Signs she once carried something there, heavy and round.

Galatea dragged her right palm over the ridges of his flesh, nails scratching just hard enough to leave the skin burning in their wake.

The light touch against his horns sent Rolan shivering instead of the other way around. A groan started in the back of his throat and rolled its way into Tea as he continued his attentions across her chest- soft until one pointed fang caught her nipple which he followed with a slow lick. When he was about to level a teasing look at her face, Tea’s sudden protest struck something nervous in his chest.

“I never play….” Was this not what she wanted? She had come in here fighting. Apparently she had wanted him to hunt her down before. Was he misreading this again? He had messed up whatever Galatea planned earlier and that was his particular failing. Tea couldn’t be too unhappy though, she writhed in his lap again, moving against his already half-hard cock. Rolan’s grip on the bard tightened. Yes, change course if this wasn’t working for her. “Alright then…”

Rolan hooked his hands under Tea’s knees and flipped her backward onto the mattress without warning. He flashed a grin and followed, his body covered hers as tail waved side to side. The tiefling’s claws curled into the waistband of her pants, his intentions clear. “How are you wanting to play?”

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Such sweet birdsong trilled from her throat, drawn up from under her ribs where her hummingbird heart thrummed tirelessly. No one touched Galatea like this, she didn't allow for it, not sense her husband was lost to her. But somehow Rolan had slipped under the carefully placed plates of her armor and stripped them clean away, leaving her raw and throbbing like an exposed nerve.

It had all started in an attempt to have fun, to distract herself, to see how far he could be pushed, and now look at her! Galatea was flushed unevenly, freckles ruddy and glowing in the low light of the room where only the moon and flickering candlelight, meant surely for reading, seemed to be watching.

Beautiful, he breathed, and she almost tore herself away then, almost drew back entirely with a alley cat hiss but... his claws on her bones, his mouth slipping southward to the peak of her bared breast made her falter.

"Rolan," his name sounded off like the start of a prayer of supplication to the gods. It was a whine, coupled with hands gently rising to touch fingertips over his horns.

"You never play with me," she protested, knowing it was a lie. Another drag of her heat in a squirming wriggle of her hips indicate how needy she was starting to become.

“Indeed. You sound furious.” The wizard smirked into Tea’s neck, continuing to nip and tease until a mark bloomed on her pale skin. If Galatea was trying to get a rise out of Rolan, then her hips rocking forward to his would certainly provide proof of her success.”Impatient.” He rumbled quietly, but Rolan no longer sounded quite so unaffected as she continued to grind her hips against his. He wished the friction was even the slightest bit satisfying, but through their clothes all it did was make his fingers pick up their pace to work the fastenings of her shirt open.

When they were all finally loose, Rolan pushed the fabric down and off Galatea’s shoulders. The bard had not been Rolan’s first lover, no matter what falsehoods his younger siblings delighted in, but Tea was the first non-tiefling to share his bed. Every single time she stripped bare, Rolan was fascinated by the novelty of how smooth her body was- so unlike the sharp ridges and points all tieflings possessed.

Rolan lowered his mouth from Galatea’s neck and kissed, almost reverently, down across both collarbones and finally to her breasts. “You are beautiful.” He praised and warm breath caressed against her skin. His claws gently skimmed the length of her spine, hoping to feel her shiver against him. Hmm. Wasn’t he supposed to be annoying her?

"Maddening, even irksome sometimes, but beautiful nonetheless."

[spellsniper]

what if i did a verse where galatea just plummeted into the worst possible version of herself?

[spellsniper]

{ MAKE-OUT 😘 } // from gale wink wonk

The first time they crash into one another is with a fateful tug of his arm as it wiggles like a worm outside a devouring portal. He is pushed off with a grunt, given a terrible glowering once over, and that is when she knows.

She doesn't want to know, doesn't like how it feels to have her heart racing like a fool under her ribs, but it's there and she can't deny the pull.

But she tries anyway. Her words are cutting, sometimes to the bone, but then that isn't reserved only for him. She is good at slashing Astarion to ribbons, making Lae'Zel cluck like a hen, getting Shadowheart huffing and threatening to do harm... until she laughs and winks, softens the mood just enough to keep them from walloping her good.

It's not until the celebration, when walls come tumbling down for all with the wine stolen from the goblin camp, that the damned knowing comes back in spades.

"You have NO business being.. tall," she accuses, tongue thick and slow from the bottle she held. "And.. and beautiful and smart and.. I bet you're a good kisser too, how annoying!"

And as it turned out he was. It was not nearly as annoying as she thought though considering the delicious little moan she made when their mouths crashed together.

And she knows, just knows, she is going to love him and it's going to rip her to fucking shreds.

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❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

"You should not let others know this, my sweet. They will want to trick you, to take your vision and twist it to their whims. It's better that they think you are blind to their ways so you can watch without being watched in return."

Sage advice, coming from someone who had to learn this lesson the hard way. She allowed someone to know and they were cruel when they decided on what to let her eager gaze set upon next.

A hand lifts, comes to gently let fingertips drift over his cheek.

"Be careful, please."

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why won't you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ❜

She steps backward, on instinct really. Someone at her door begging to be let in and all she can think is perhaps this wolf is well trained in the art of disguise.

It wasn't as if she thought of him like this always, though. Only now, with this soft inquiry does she begin to see the teeth, the golden eyes, the beast. Does he know how the question of her fear only makes it worse, somehow?

Galatea swallows thickly, forces herself to answer, "I never intended to invite you or anyone. My heart is my own, I am not... I am not scared.. I am-"

She is terrified. Her voice is small now.

"Why do you want in so badly?"

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It doesn't matter how much reassurance he gives. He can tell her a thousand times it was not her fault but right now she can only see the smallest picture of it, that this was all born of her need to be big, to see a larger world, and even thinking it might benefit her family was a form of disgusting greed.

Selfish, selfish girl, he mother once said.

In this black pit of despair, this oubliette of memory, she can not see the light.

And then it comes, a sudden and sharp ray of brightness that makes her eyes ache from the sheer power of it all.

i have you, i have you, i have you.

Her hands are trembling still but they press to his chest and grow still. Her breath is held until her chest aches and then released, slowly and fully. The next breath is not a choked sob or hitched gasp.

It is also slow, deep, assured.

"I want to love you too. I am scared I forgot how, though," she admits softly.

gale loosens his grip enough to give her the room she needs to make herself comfortable. sharing these things is difficult, he can tell by the way her shoulders shake, the tears on her cheeks, the way she trembles. she weeps. and it's that kind of weeping that speaks to a hurt that no amount of healing balm will heal.

it's too deep.

and it's still bleeding.

so he holds her. he keeps her close, tucked to his chest and protected from the world so she can let it leave her bones for a little while. it is not an easy release. it never would be, he didn't think. gale isn't planning on pushing. sometimes putting words to things is difficult. he doesn't want to pry them from her mouth and lose her forever in the process.

but she speaks. and once the words start coming, they don't stop.

gale wonders how long she's kept them locked away. he wonders how they must taste. she shakes. and he holds her. she tells him of her husband. of her life before all of this. her mother and her children. his hold on her tightens. she never talks about it. gale can imagine it's because this is the thing that's made her who she is. the thing lodged in her chest so deep that dislodging it causes some kind of flood. he listens. and he weeps with her. it is not so violent. this is not his loss. but he aches for her. her pain is his. he cannot even imagine losing so much. and she carries the weight with her that it is somehow her fault.

she clings to him as if she's worried that she will be swept away forever. and gale holds her tight enough he hopes she feels that he will hold her here, safe, and keep her from being torn away. her nails dig into his skin and gale hardly notices.

it's a harrowing tale. of course it is. made worse because it is hers. and its scars live inside her. a family. a life. gone. leaving nothing but hurt behind. for a long moment he says nothing. he lets her sob. weep. scream. she needs to. and he'll weather it all.

"no you didn't." it's firm. serious. gale pulls back just a little so he can cup her tear stained, flushed cheek with one hand and force their eyes to meet. it is ugly. of course it is. hurt like this is always ugly. but he loves her anyway. "hear me, galatea. you did not kill them. curiosity is not a crime, it is not a sin, hope for the future is not a murderer. and you did not kill your family."

gale could talk. for hours if he needed to. but this, he thinks, has a weight that requires silence. he gathers galatea in his arms and holds her close. "i have you." and he hopes she believes him.

there is a hole inside her chest. inflamed and hurting even now. and he wants to sit with her. in all this.

[spellsniper]

how he drags her from the wine-dark sea of her wallowing to a shore, spits her up unto the sand sputtering and gasping for an air she does not want!

HELLO THIS IS SO PRETTY I GASPED.

fdfjklfdjklgfd THANK YOU omg that is such a nice thing to say!!!!!!!

i might be howling thank u sm

[spellsniper]

well how could anyone be angry when they were being nipped at like that, teased sweetly with a snap of knife-pointed teeth at her mouth. she might have accidentally let a breathy moan escape but nothing else!!

because yes, she was still mad! or at least she wanted to be. secretly she liked him teasing her, drawing out her ire. it meant he wasn't actually angry at the world or some awful situation and it meant he was being playful, which galatea craved.

"uh huh, very," she responded with a cant of her head to very slyly expose more of her collarbone and the pale curve of her neck. she wanted more, needed more, why was he being so.. so.. ugh!

another nose scrunch, a slight pull at her lips until she was pouting, and then another sigh, her hips rocking forward just a little, seeking some sort of friction between the thighs. "yes. and you should be punished for every single one."

honestly, weren't they just the most dearest of friends?

Tea was cute when her nose scrunched like that. He needed to set the exact order of events as they transpired to memory so that he could try to get her to recreate the expression. Another day. Right now he was focused on returning her fierce kiss. Her lips were slightly cool against his own, tieflings ran hotter, but her passion blazed while he remained stubbornly unhurried- in part to continue annoying her, but also to savor the moment.

Following orders, Rolan’s hands slid up Galatea’s body away from the placement that found her disapproval and came to rest on either side of her ribcage. For good measure he lighty mimicked his previous touch against the sides of her breasts. He pulled her close then, closing the distance between their bodies, and nipped her lower lip - careful not to pierce her delicate skin. 

“Still angry?” He murmured the inquiry against the bard’s skin while Rolan kissed her cheek, then her jaw, he finally lingered at the graceful curve of her neck. Was it wrong that he hoped the answer was yes? Clawed hands ever-so-slowly pulled at the lacings of her clothes to loosen them - far too gradual for the impatience Tea was exhibiting.

“Shall I review a list of my transgressions for you?”

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Proceedings of the 7th Summit on Hyperornithology, Medical Wyrms, and Necromantic Anxiety

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he is not he first person to have said these words to her. she has been read for filth before, completely stripped down by a single knowing gaze, even if they never understood what it was that they were unraveling. galatea never caved, never told them. it was her pain, her grief, all she had left of them beyond the memories and she was a hoarding dragon of a girl, wasn't she?

a greedy thing and it was that greed that killed them, that slaughtered the whole village.

"i-" a hiccup of a sob wracks her small body. at some point she has managed to wiggle off of him, careless with the mess this makes, with what drips down her thighs and his alike. she twists in his arms and curls into him, presses her tear-soaked face into his warm chest. it takes several long minutes for her sobbing to ebb into something she can form words around. there is still a deep, heavy sorrow there that weighs down the confession. he is not the first to have said those words but he is the first she has ever told the truth to in return. "i was married once. we were both from the same village.. my father and my mother held a place of authority. do you know why i am a bard? how i came to learn the stories of this realm?" she sucks in a sobering breath and curls an arm around his torso, almost possessive now that she is admitting this. "because that was what my mother did, and her mother before her and her mother before her... on and on and on. our stories lived in us. we spoke them every night over great feasts, shared them at weddings and funerals. we did not have books the way you do, we had the words and they lived in the tellers, my mother was the last true teller. i was meant to be next ... but we were also a people that hid from the world. a past of too much pain and sorrow brought on from the rest of the realm kept us secreted away from those that would bring us more harm than good. i understood why, i know what great suffering our people went through, but it had been so long ago. i was so certain we would be better off if we were careful, if we knew the right people and made the right bonds. there would be strength in that, surely. and though it meant i would be leaving my husband.. and our two.. our-" here her voice breaks and she has to stop, has to squeeze her eyes shut and work out the knot of panic rising in her chest. "..my daughters. i left them, took the trust and faith of my people with what little we had to trade and traveled four times to four different cities. i came back with such grand tidings, with gifts and medicines and things we could use to flourish. i was to be a teller but oh, the new stories i could now sing.. and so i went for a fifth time." her fingers curled inward, nails biting at his back. she didn't mean to hurt him, but there was so much in her overflowing, where could she put all this rage? "and like all the times before i sold all i brought and knew i would come home and be allowed to make this a new tradition, be allowed to open ourselves to the greater world... but i fell into my cups that night.. and i ... i don't know who i spoke to, who heard me drunkenly wail about missing my girls.. it was my fault. i told them too much. i invited in the very devil we had been so careful to leave behind. when i came home the village was mostly ash and cinder. there were only a few lucky souls that hid and survived. my mother.. father... husband.. my... my girls, my sweet girls, they were-" the sobs come again, like a roaring tidal wave crashing into the fragile shore of her mind. she is a banshee that wails and mourns, "d-dead, all of them, and it was me, i led them there, i told them, i.. i killed them, gale, all of them!"

she tumbles over after him and for a moment they're suspended. gale could weep too, if he took a moment to claw for this sweetness for fear of losing it. he won't, he promises himself, lose it. lose her. not to this or anything else. there is no need to claw.

they're panting, bodies damp with sweat, hair clumped and curling. it's just their breathing for a moment and gale buries his face into her neck, arms moving to wind themselves around her to keep her close and safe and still. he lays kisses here and shifts so they can take comfort in the weight of each other's bodies.

he doesn't say anything. and in his silence, galatea wails. there's a pain in the way she weeps that tugs at something wounded in his own chest and he tightens his hold on her so she knows she is not alone in the sea of her grief. that's what it is. grief. he can feel it rattling his bones where it resonates in her chest.

he'd said he has her. and he does.

galatea brings her hands up to her face. says its her fault that she aches in this way and gale clings a little tighter. he will not tell her it is not her fault. she will not believe him. he will not tell her it is okay. he knows it is not. "i am here." he says, instead.

"i am here and i am listening. you can lay your faults on me and i will hold them." and his voice is calm and steady and he hopes the warmth he has to offer is enough to make her feel safe. safe enough to share the ugliest parts of her so he can love them.

[spellsniper]

𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌. 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐩𝐜.

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what universe have you never even considered writing in, and why?

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what year did you join the tumblr roleplaying community?

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how have your faceclaim choices changed over time?

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