#[ TY for sending this in! ]

[skinandscales-if]

Hello, I really like the setting of your wip. As a queer asian, the institutional oppression and discrimination as a theme hits hard. But I don't understand why the MC doesn't get to express this. There's no option to call out Atlas for being a brainwashed bootlicker or to frame the 'public service recruitment' as enslavement. Instead MC's dissatisfaction seems general and vague, never acknowleding things for what they are. They often seem oblivious to it, in fact. Which is surprising for an IF with such charmingly clear metaphors.

Hey there! Thanks for this message, you make a really good point!

I think the issue here is since there are three programmed “paths” for how MC feels about their dragon form, Pride, Indifference, and Fear. When I’m writing base text for all MC’s, an indifferent and fearful MC actually aren’t aware of the way they are treated, or more literally, they don’t have the words for how they are oppressed in the city. A fearful MC will straight up try to ignore how they are treated, or at least rationalize it to be less worse in their head, while an indifferent MC will acknowledge the injustice, but not necessarily on the systematic level and with the gravity that it deserves.

That being said! I agree that it’s really too vague and distant for an MC that’s prideful of their form and should notice this for what it is, even though that MC has their own whole batch of issues. I think in trying to tie all the MC’s together, I really distanced the issue from its source and gave it too much fallback on the differences in personality, not MC’s personal outlook. Thanks so much for bringing this up! I’m definitely going to be looking for these opportunities to put more comments like this in the future updates 👍

[hischiersjohnston]

oooo can i get a snippet from "heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i" and tbd abo nylander/mitchy :3

of course you may! "heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i" is the fifth fic in the 'i was made for loving you' series. putting it and the a/b/o snippet under read more bc it might get long and it is... most definitely not safe for work sdsdf nothing explicit but! just to be safe sdfdsf

snippet from 'heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i'

"YOU'VE SENT away everyone?" Nico asked breathlessly, nipping at Roman's throat. "Yes... Only the bodyguards are outside. But I've ordered them to not linger nearby," Roman whispered. The newly crowned king and his husband (newly crowned King Consort) were alone in the throne room. Roman was on the throne, while his husband was sitting on his lap, legs draped on either side of Roman. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but he could ignore the need for comfort whenever his darling husband was involved. Roman craned his head slightly, allowing Nico to continue to kiss and nip at his throat. It didn't seem the best idea, what with the crown that now sat atop Roman's head. It nearly fell from his head when Roman's head would move, and he reached up to try and take it off. But his husband stopped him by grabbing his wrist. "Don't," Nico whispered breathlessly. "Leave it on, my King." A shiver ran down Roman's spine. He reached to take Nico by the chin, gazing at him with nothing but love and desire in his eyes. "You're demanding things from your king now, husband?" Roman questioned. Nico whimpered, but there's a little smirk on his lips. "But what if I tell you that I've fantasized about riding your cock while you sit on the throne, looking regal, my liege?" he asked. His voice was innocent. But his face and words were far from it. "What if I wish for you to knock me up while you sit on the throne with your crown? For your first act as king to put a baby in me?"

snippet from 'tbd: a/b/o william nylander/mitch marner'

"I'M NOT an invalid, you know," Mitch sighed exasperatedly. He should have expected this, really. Alphas were said to be even more protective of their Omegas when they were pregnant. But he thought Willy was not going to be that protective. After all, Willy was different than most Alphas. Willy had the audacity to pout at him. "I know you're not invalid. But I can't help but worry. I want to make sure that you're well-rested and not overexerting yourself." Mitch understood. This was his first pregnancy, and it'd be a lie to say he wasn't scared. He loved the pup that was growing inside of him already; a product of the love that he shared with Willy. "Reaching for a mug is not overexerting myself, though," he pointed out gently. "And you know I can't just expect you to wait on me hand and foot. I like it to an extent, but not always, baby."

[remyfire]

🌹

Random WIP Sentence :D Here, have a babbling Hawkeye, my favorite

"So!" Hawk sweeps his arm across the streets and alleys that stretch out before them like an amusement park. "Where shall we be drunk and disorderly today? A massage parlor? Sumo wrestling match? Oh! You know what I bet you'd get a kick out of? There's a theater a couple of blocks down that way that's got some of the most amazing shows you'll ever see. The masks! The costumes! My God, it's incredible. Who says you've gotta speak the language to understand something? I passed my psychology class, didn't I?"

[5threquiem]

do you have any theories about what might have happened to noh hyungseo?

the man is raised catholic, so allow him his reparations. how kim seunghan, at the hands of bae yunhee, had inadvertently betrayed his own friend before his death. in this way, he, too, had stabbed the knife. now, there is blood on his hands and the initiate wants, more than anything, to plead his case. but with hyungseo dead, who will listen? “i do,” the admission is whispered after a long pause, an errant whisper in the night, “hyungseo had a girlfriend who he trusted. bae yunhee.” he notes that the officer’s hand stills around the pen. “i walked in on her cheating with some nobody who goes by the name of jung chanyeol. i didn’t tell hyungseo because i thought it was best he heard it from her.” seunghan peels his gaze away from the officer, teeth gritting momentarily to betray his anger before he continues, “but she dragged it on and on and on.” seunghan pulls his gaze back to officer baek, notices the pen now pushing into the notepad. “if she had it her way, he’d never find out. so when i saw her at the resort with him, i pulled her aside and told her he’d hear it from me. i gave her so many fucking chances —” there’s a sharp intake of breath as he looks down, uncomfortable with the way his features contort into one of remorse and how others may perceive this. that kim seunghan is weak. the tears well, but he blinks them away and steels, “well, now he’s dead.”

[prentissluvr]

for the ask game 😗 sam with a latine s/o?

hi sweet anon!! this one is just a a short little set of headcanons (mostly written actually i just have to type it up bc i wrote them on paper LOL)! it’s just little parts of your relationship with sammy (and dean) that are specific to you being latine! like how they react to you speaking spanish or using spanish pet names etc! lowkey don’t remember what i wrote except that i think you put sam onto selena quintanilla and he loves her music LOL

wips ask game !

[recitedemise]

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: no longer accepting.

"Then might I suggest a welcome seat by the fire with a luxurious roast and some excellent company?"

He hopes so! As far as deals come in this corner of Faerûn, Elara would be pressed to find an offer more grand. It's warm and kind, the campfire roared with the crackling of cinders, and steady as a river where their dear wizard rests. Propped in his lap, a manual rests well-favored. And etched in his gaze, his tizzying care. She'll find comfort in this cradle, those rare vestiges of calm, and as a gushing fragrance fills the air herb-rich, even, should she squint, a whisper of decadence.

Forget your aches. Rest, begs the night. Gale moves, lending her a seat by the throne right beside him--a throne more a tree-stump bedazzled in weeds.

To be honest, however, this restlessness of hers is, plainly put, understandable. Troublingly so, in fact. Gale doesn't say, but in his eyes, there looks to burn the lingering reflection of their twinkling cosmos. For a great many nights, he's gazed unto their vastness, burning in his vision the very phantom of their glow. He's many queries, you see, so weighed by his doom and his goddess' absence, and Gale wonders if worry is why Elara's here, too--to entreat their many stars for a breath of hope.

Who knows. He stirs his ladle, and the cooking rothé bubbles. "Not that I don't believe our teeming quandaries aren't weighing on you, but if there's a matter unknown to me that's burdened you lately, know that I will gladly see to it." Here, he prepares her an unasked for plate. "If ever there were a man more stout of mind, I haven't yet met him. I assure you, your troubles are very eagerly my own. Sit."

[caswellseyes]

Heya!! For the AU headcanons: A post Apocalyptic/Dystopian AU of your choice?

hi! i don't think i've ever done anything in this genre before so it was a big challenge (a fun one!), but here's what i came up with:

let's say the apocalypse happened while jatp (which includes bobby here) was on tour on the other side of the country. they really want to get back to la to their family. none of them can face the fact that something might have happened to them.

the apocalypse, whatever it might have been, wiped out pretty much anyone in the town they were staying in, and communications are completely down. they haven't been able to reach out to anyone.

obviously planes aren't really flying anymore, but the band manages to find a van that's in decent shape, so they set out with as many supplies as they can find.

at some point halfway to la, their van breaks down. they leave it behind and continue on foot, hoping to find a place to spend the night not too far from there.

luke has probably written half an apocalypse album at this point. julie is torn between joining him and worrying about her family. reggie's been rewriting classic country songs to fit their current situation. bobby and alex both agreed not to remind the other three that they might never get the chance to record any of this stuff and actually share it with anyone, cause. you know. they're really not sure how many other people survived.

they do find a small town after a few hours and to their surprise, it's incredibly lively. they're apprehensive at first, especially bobby and alex, but they decide to take a chance and head into town.

as it turns out, that little town is one of the few places that survived the apocalypse, and a group of survivors has been gathering there over the past few days. the town is bursting at the seams now, but someone tells them to go find willie, who can help them find a place to sleep.

willie turns out to be around their age and incredibly welcoming. he takes them in as his own guests and sends out some friends to get the van up and running.

yes, alex absolutely bluescreens the first time he sees willie. they flirt with each other a bunch. everyone thinks it's adorable.

the band settles into town quite well while the van is being prepared. bobby and luke help with the emergency housing that's being built while julie and reggie volunteer as teachers, since they have way more kids in town now than they have teachers. alex mostly sticks with willie and they both help run the town.

after a couple of days, a new car arrives in town. the band happens to all be together when it happens, on their lunch break, so they don't really take note of it. new people arrive pretty frequently, after all. they've sent out scouts to find survivors and everything.

willie comes to fetch the band shortly after the car arrives. he's all out of breath and refuses to tell them why, but says they absolutely need to follow him. the band is very confused but complies.

they're led to the tent they've been using as a welcome centre, where ray, trevor, carlos, carrie, victoria, and flynn and her family are waiting for them.

after a tearful reunion, all of them decide to stay in town and help build up a new community.

send me an au and i'll give you a bunch of headcanons for it!

[sparklingsin]

hi! i seen your cute lil’ idea about the valentines thing!!! i hope i’m not to early to request, but i would like a ‘concert night and ice cream’!!

i’m kind of awkward when describing myself so i will definitely try to in the best way possible!!

i have strawberry, blonde hair. blueish-greenish eyes. i’m on the taller side. i honestly listen to any music, but my fave at the moment is tears for fears! i’m shy at first and it takes me a little while to open up, but once i do i will not shut up. i love movies, my favorite genre though is definitely horror.

the fandom i would love to be shipped with is stranger things and my preferred is with the males! thank you so much for your time, and i’m sorry if that wasn’t exactly how i was supposed to do it.

happy valentines love!!! 💌

tysm for sending this in love, you sound absolutely delightful <3 if eddie were real, he'd definitely fall for you. it's a no brainer for me to ship you with him!

eddie munson is so easy to be around - he would coax you out of your shell slowly, with his goofiness and charm, until you're all but falling in love with him. he, on the other hand? he's always been a little in love with you. he's always looking for you in the crowd, always reaching for your fingers and holding you close. you love jamming out to music together, as eddie tries out new tunes on his guitar. he loves listening to talk to you about nothing and anything, the sparkle in your eyes just does it for him. dates often include spending nights in his trailer watching horror movies. they scare him more than they scare you but your placating cuddles after are fair bargain for enduring the jump scares <3

join my valentine's day fest <3

[freebruises]

“ i want to clarify that i’m not a coward. okay? i’m not running away from this. but i’m not exactly save-the-world material. so thank you for the opportunity, but… i think i’ll stay at home. “ (from aria LOL)

“Chk. Tsk’va, istick githzerai….” Lae’zel spits out a few more words not available in any Gith dictionary, the kind learned between teenage soldiers between Tears, and not ones spoken within earshot of a General.

“Fool that you are. Coward! You will fight with me or die—this is no home, this is a nautiloid, and I will shepherd you through this Hell if I have to throw you at each and every Ghaik on this ship!”

Lae’zel raises her sword high into the air and brings it down—hard! Fast! True!—with a warrior’s yell!—just to lay it gentle in the space above Ariadne’s shoulder, primed to strike just the same.

“I need you. You need me.” Her eyes narrow, she does not tremble. Her voice is the low hiss, the rumble, the bubble in a kettle before the shriek. She is the picture of strength and ferocity. And yet, there is fear inside her the likes she has ever known. She will not let this be the end of her. She will take and steal every water jug and sword and shield she can get her hands on—even if that means using someone from the Lower Realms as a meat shield. “Come, or I will kill you in ways more agonizing and slow than had you simply undergone ceremorphisis in your damned pod!”

[vullcanica]

00.  the fool  :  what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or  excite them ? 01.  the magician  :  how does your muse feel about fate ? do they believe they can change their own destiny ? 02.  the high priestess  :  how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ?

for Nik or Silas

muse headcanon questions // accepting

00. - As a being who manufactured his own ouroboros and functions through resurrection, Nikodemus is master of new beginnings. Whether death or change, they're his primary means of survival. Reinvention turns into necessity every few hundred years if you want to keep your sanity, so there are few emotions connected to it beyond urgency. It brings elation and a sense of newness after the fact, which is relatively short-lived as well before the itch for another novelty creeps up on him. And it isn't as if the changes he makes are small either. Having gotten used to leaving his 'dead selves' behind and not acknowledging them from the times before the manufacture of his faux-immortality, he still tends to make sprawling leaps in routine and disconnects from 'the old' (even if temporarily). In later years through the introduction of more stability in his life, the habit of reinvention lessens in intensity.

01. - To Silas, destiny doesn't exist. So to master it one must only believe in it no longer and walk forward freely, without seeking a ready-made path. Fate is a concept meant to console and comfort, but it should never serve as a governing force of life. It inspires a helplessness and inaction that's as self-fulfilling as any tragic prophecy might be and he has little respect to people leaving their life in the hands of whatever celestial or governing power. The importance of choice is essential to Silas' character. In his lord verse especially - transplanted from a peasant background to an incomparably strict noble society - he clings to what little autonomy and individuality he has left. Especially once he realizes how easy it is to become a pawn on someone else's chessboard.

03. - Nikodemus is a creature of instinct for a lot of his life - a survivalist first and foremost, with all the strategizing, manipulation and scheming that extreme self-prioritization comes with - and it persists as a primary decision-making technique for centuries down the line. Once he created for himself the advantage of resurrection and sustained immortality, he was also afforded the luxury of braving risks far more freely, which he took to its hedonistic extreme (as he's terribly apt to do). He eventually becomes a rather homogenous and more intense mix of the two once his confidence turns into utter fearlessness and his thrill-seeking worsens as the years take their toll on his still somewhat human mind. The only trump card for those behaviours are his loved ones, however. He's significantly more tame when conscious that his actions may have consequences outside himself and onto his immediate circle. More than that, decisions concerning them are some of the most careful and meticulously thought-out he's made in his life. The heart always reigns above everything, after all.

[nonhumen]

Does Dazai (any verse) have a favorite season? A least favorite? Is it more physical or mental reasons? Is there a season or weather that brings up bad memories for him? Good ones?

dazai has always been fascinated with autumn. it's the season where everything is in the process of dying. nature is beautiful in its death and dazai wishes to die just as beautifully. he'll watch the leaves fall from the trees, brilliant in their colors, as a sort of swan song for the earth. after all, he can connect with the silent forest more than he can with the people walking through them. mafia boss bonus: dazai and chuuya get married in autumn and so it's an extra special season for him in that verse.

he also looks forward to winter for the sole reason of snow crab being back in the markets. much to the dismay of every coworker, he eats snow crab non stop during the winter.

his least favorite season is summer. he hates the heat and it makes it harder to breathe in his bandages. dazai is also a summer child and detests the day of his birth. with heavy summer rains comes longer bouts of depression and he's been known to through himself into the rain-swelled river as a result.

[irxnmaiden]

28 an old muse & 29 your first muse!

rpc thoughts/opinions prompt!

#28. an old muse

another poke-girl who, w/ the sands of time, was lost: yellow! to this day, she remains the only pokespe muse i’ve ever portrayed. writing her was super fun too, bc i’d just tap into that nostalgic center of my brain, applying my own experiences w/ playing the games as a kid while learning the world of pokemon, and kinda getting the chance to incorporate more whimsicality into her stories (as opposed to my adult muses and the traumatic af scenarios i toss them into lmao). her muse began w pokespe as the framework, before expanding to incorporate more game-verse vibes, so there was this constant theme of evolution in her worldbuilding! lots of fond memories w/ her, sometimes i rly miss her kanto gang and their misadventures ;v;

#29. your first muse

the first muse i returned to tumblr w/ after my hiatus in ‘17 was for the loz rpc, a directionally-challenged-but-well-meaning bag of bricks by the name of linkle. it was w/ this really interesting loz-crossover group that i just sorta fell into. the group didn’t last long before closing indefinitely, but it got me back into the swing of tumblr rp! and inevitably lead me right back here!

[norahjakobs]

⚔️ And 😂 For the ask game! :D

Meme

⚔️ Favourite M9 fight?

The fight with Avantika, it was perfectly built up too and just very fun. Probably helps that the first arc of CR I watched was the pirate one.

😂 Best moment that made you laugh on the campaign?

The whole mess with the golden dick and Beau tackling the lady who had it glued onto her hand. That was just Iconic.

[itstherisingdaylight]

10 - kiss

Prompt: Send me a chapter between 10-13 + a word, and I'll post a sentence with that word || status: accepting

"Poor Sirius Black! If only he had someone to kiss."

[5threquiem]

can you describe your relationship with noh hyungseo?

“hyungseo is…” he pauses, chest rising to give way to a sigh, “was a dear friend.” here is the deal: bubbling up are his emotions, and kim seunghan only knows how to kill it. this murder is taught to him by his good mother. there is an older boy who lets his emotions overcome him, and in all ways including this, kim seunghan must be better. but what does it say of him, that despite the killing, here, the emotions subsist? when the vision turns cloudy and the nose burns. seunghan pinches the bridge of his nose and hangs his head, and he swallows it all down. he tries to get his hands wet again. “i knew of him, but our paths only really crossed in snu,” his breath hitches and he pauses, wipes away the tears. weak. disappointing. here, the rasp to betray his surrender, “forgive me.”