#drabble: affiliation change

[yukyunotabibito]

To Gareth, with all of my love,

His Majesty is doing remarkably well, for a boy who is still so naive in the ways of the world. His grades show a wonderful grasp on both the Fodlan language and what is he is learning in class. Though, he's always had a mind for catching on quickly to such things when he can bury himself in a book; hasn't he?

You shouldn't worry so much about him. For as childish as he still is, he is much more put together than we give him credit for. And even if he fumbles sometimes, he is a quick learner. Please, do not fret yourself to death over his safety. He... he can handle himself. And as much as I would not like to admit it, we must allow him to be on his own or he will never learn a thing.

I write to you now to inform you of my decision to leave the main monastery, and reside in the town below. To give Kurthnaga a little space to grow without me suffocating him. Or perhaps it for myself. Either way, I will no longer constantly be keeping a watchful eye over him. As much as that worries me, I am sure he will be fine. Were we any better at his age? I daresay we were not. I certainly wasn't, though I did not know you at the time, so I cannot say for certain that you also weren't.

And to you, my dear Gareth, I ask of your wellbeing. You are not running yourself ragged watching over my great grandson; are you? Surely not; right? Of course you are; what am I thinking? You are too loyal, you care too much. Hopefully he will not turn out to be half the terror that Kurthnaga was when he was young. I still have the scars on my arms from when he believed the best way to greet someone was by biting them.

Gareth... I... [something is hastily scribbled out here]

How is Goldoa? This season was always my favourite to spend there. Though it was also a favourite for sailing. The next time I return, I will take all three of you - that is you, Ena, and the dear child - out on the open sea. And perhaps Kurthnaga as well, should he happen to return with me and fancy a ride.

Gareth. You will never see this part of the letter, as hopefully a better, future, version of myself will have already seen fit to remove it. But... I miss you as I would miss my own heart were it to be torn from my chest. I suppose it matters not what I say, as you will never read it. Allow me to make a selfish request here then, as it will not matter. Visit Lynet's burial place for me. Bring flowers. The blue ones that she always liked when she was alive. And... keep a few for yourself as well.

I will write to you again soon, to let you know of Kurthnaga's wellbeing. I may be in the town now, but he will not fall into danger under my watch. Keep well, Gareth. And take care of Goldoa.

Yours, always,

Nasir Lambros

[nightlyrequiem]

Work Wife

You've noticed a growing distance between you and Valeria. And when she forgets her lunch you bring it to her, finding out why. Valeria has a work wife.

AO3 W.C- 2,629

A/N- Minor angst as a little treat. This may be 2k words but treat it more like a drabble :3 NOT PROOF READ!!

Tags/Warnings- Light Angst, No Happy Ending, Emotional Cheating, Drama, Emotional Hurt No Comfort

Valeria forgot her lunch again. She's been doing it more and more often. You're starting to wonder if she's suddenly grown forgetful, or if she doesn't like your cooking anymore. You stare at the brown paper bag silently. Your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. It's not just the lunch. Valeria herself is just... different. there's been a shift in your dynamic and you don't know why. She just slinks around you, doesn't really make eye contact, like she feels guilty about something. Even though she still kisses your cheek when she comes home and lets you cuddle up with her on the couch there's still this emotional distance between you. You're sensitive to changes.

Valeria's occupation isn't something unknown to you. Though she does her best to keep you and it separate, some things still manage to slip through the cracks and find their way back to you. She's affiliated with the cartel, she sells drugs, she's probably killed at least one person, and you know the location of her base of operations. You don't like what she does. It's dangerous and ever since she returned home cut up and covered in blood - both her own and someone else's - you can't help but fret that someday, she won't come home at all. This of course has provoked a few arguments between you. By the end you're incoherent and crying, and Valeria has her warm palms cupping your face. She says she works hard and puts herself in danger so she can take care of you. Think of all the luxuries I give you, Mi Amor, she says. I just want you to want for nothing. But you'd give up the nice house and cars and jewelry if it ensured your wife's safety.

Perhaps it's her safety that's altering her behavior. You worry at the inside of your cheek. Maybe she's in danger. Not being able to handle not knowing, you grab the paper bag from the counter and walk towards the door, slipping on your shoes. You'll pay her a visit and ask around. If Valeria won't tell you, then someone else will. You don't like being a sitting duck, not knowing if Valeria's going to be taken from you at any moment. As what you'll do to help... you'll just have to think of it when you get there.

You set the bag on the passenger seat of your car and start it, backing down the long driveway. Nerves chew themselves up inside your stomach. You've never been to her warehouse before. Never met her workers. You know Valeria doesn't want you mixing with them, but she'll have to just suck it up. It takes you a while to find the building. You didn't know the exact location of her warehouse, you concede. Just the general area. You finally come up to a looming gray building. Disrupting the harmonious browns and beige of the surrounded desert. Two armed men pacing around the front stiffen and stare at you.

You want to turn around and go home, but you've come too far to give up now. You get out of the car slowly and wait for them to speak. Still and silent as statues, they just stare at you.

"Um... Hi!" You call out, waving. "Uh, Valeria forgot her lunch, I'm her.. her friend." You stammer. They look at each other and the bigger one whispers into the other's ear. He slowly walks up to you and you catch sight of a gun tucked into his pants. You try not to feel nervous about it. Valeria owns firearms. She taught you how to shoot before.

"What's your name?" He asks, narrowing his eyes. You give him your name and his face stays blank, giving nothing away. You shift and open the passenger seat, startling when the man swiftly draws his gun on you. "Stop!" He barks. You flinch back and raise your hands.

"I'm just grabbing her lunch!" You reply, heart pounding. The man frowns and stalks forward, pushing you aside to peer into your car. 

You're too frightened to tell him off for his bad manners. Keeping an eye on you, he reaches in and plucks the little paper bag off the seat and looks in it. Probably not feeling all that threatened by the container of noodles and chicken. He grunts and looks at you.

"I'll let her know you stopped by." He says, turning away. Disappointment and confusion tugs at you.

"I came to see her. I'm her wife, actually." You tell him nervously. Holding up your left hand to show him your wedding band. He looks at it for a long time then gives you a weird look. It's not the judgmental kind, you're not sure what it means.

"... She's pretty busy right now. I think you should leave." He says, gruff but less unfriendly. He sounds almost... nervous.

You frown at him. "She's never too busy for me. Let me see her." You insist.

He frowns at you then looks back at the other man. His shoulders drop and he waves you forward.

"Fine. I'll take you to her. But I think it's in your best interest to leave." He mutters ominously. His words follow you into the building. Making you imagine all kinds of horrible things that could be happening. He stops outside of a room and knocks loudly twice. A muffled voice tells him to come in.

With a heavy, pounding heart you push open the door. You look inside and... stop. The room is a simple office. A wooden desk with a stack of papers near the back and a shelf of binders off to the side. Sunlight pours in through the window, backlighting Valeria... and the woman hunched over beside her. Valeria shifts away from her, getting that strange look on her face and alarms start blaring in your head.

"What are you doing here?" Valeria asks, her voice sharp. You frown at her tone, holding up her bagged lunch.

"You forgot this." You say, looking at the ither woman. She's pretty. Not at all rugged like the other workers. She blinks back at you. "Who's this?" You ask, narrowing your eyes.

Valeria clears her throat. "Her name's Layla," she says.

Layla smiles at you, plump lips pulling back to reveal straight white teeth. She extends a hand forward.

"Nice to meet you, you must be Valeria's wife. I'm her work wife, we're basically the same thing!" She laughs. Though you're not sure how anything she's said was funny.

"Work wife?" You repeat, lips thinning with disapproval. Anger flares in your chest. you are absolutely NOT the same thing. You glance down at the trash, seeing a different brown paper bag with scraps of food. 

"Layla, why don't you go check up on the cooks?" Valeria mutters, sending Layla away. Layla nods and smiles at Valeria, nodding at you before slipping out the door.

You don't look up from the trash, tightening your grip on the bag.

"Someone else has taken up the task of making your lunch, hm?" You speak after a few tense seconds. "Layla, I assume?"

"... It would be rude to deny food, Cariño." She says, brows furrowed. You stiffen.

"You didn't seem to think that way when you were denying my food." You reply indignantly. "Is my cooking not good enough anymore or what? And what the hell does she mean by 'work wife'?" You start raising your voice. 

Valeria stands.

"Lower your voice." She demands. "Look, it's not a big deal." She continues more softly. She rounds the desk and reaches out for you, pulling you close. "I'm married to you. She just likes to call herself my work wife because she brings me food and helps me out sometimes. It's..." She trails off, searching for the right words. "It's just platonic." Valeria's words do nothing to soothe you.

"You don't need a work wife, you have a wife wife." You reply tartly.

"You're getting jealous and upsetting yourself over nothing." Valeria sighs exasperatedly. "It's not a big deal, really."

"That's not for you to decide!" You snap, pulling away. "You've been acting different; you've been leaving your lunch at home. I was worried about you, Valeria!" You exclaim, suddenly feeling foolish.

Valeria shakes her head and pinches the bridge of her nose. She leans back against the desk and the old wood creaks under her weight.

"I don't need you to worry about me. How many times do we have to go over this? I'm a grown woman. I was in the Special Forces for Christ's sake!" She snaps at you. "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."

You're mad that she's getting mad. She's not the one allowed to be mad here. "That's not the point," You say lowly. "I thought you were acting funny because you were in danger but it's because you've got some broad at work fawning over you, and you're letting her!"

"She's not fawning." Valeria snaps, glaring at you. "Why do you have to be so jealous and controlling? She's one of my workers."

"Not fawning?" You look at her blankly. "Kayla was practically unbuckling your belt and eating you out! I could see it in her eyes. She wants you. And I know you're stupid enough to not see it." You say angrily.

"Layla."

You frown. "What?"

"Her name is Layla, not Kayla." Valeria says flatly. You stare at her blankly. In disbelief that she actually corrected you about her name. You want to scream at her. Hit her. Instead, you throw her lunch into the trash on top of the other, eaten lunch.

"I don't even know what to say to you right now," You say, shaking your head. You turn and storm out of her office, ignoring her words calling you back. You slam the door behind you and try to find your way back to the front entrance.

Back home, you pace restlessly. Brows pulled low and fists clenched. Your heart still hasn't settled it's angry rhythm, in fact it jumps wildly when you think about Valeria and Layla. Her work wife. What bullshit. You eventually retreat back to the bedroom and sit on the bed. Unable to do anything but stare at the wall. Your anger gives way to hurt and insecurity. Your fire slowly burning out. Weren't you enough? She even corrected you about her name. You start to wonder if there's more happening behind the scenes. If Layla is doing more than just bringing her lunch and helping her out.

You slept in the spare room that night.

The next day, you decide to go back. You bring another paper bag, filled with food you know will go uneaten. It's not Valeria's lunch. Since she seems to think she's too good for your cooking now. You scowl. The guards out front are different men but they aren't too hard to convince. You walk right on in. You slip around workers, ignoring their imploring looks. The warehouse is big and you get lost finding Valeria's office again. You're forced to ask for directions, and when you finally get there, your nerves are almost frayed enough to send you running home. But you need to see them together again. At least confirm to yourself that it's something weird and you're not overreacting.

You lean your ear against the door, trying to hear through the blood pounding in your ears. You hear muffled voices. Valeria's low timbre rumbling in the air with high pitched responses from Layla. You don't have to see her to know.

You struggle to pick up on what they're saying. 

"What are you doing?"

You jump and spin around guiltily. "What? Oh, I'm Valeria's... I have her lunch." You say to the man who caught you eavesdropping. He looks skeptical, large arms crossed over his chest. "Actually, could you bring this in to her for me?" You ask, handing him the bag. He frowns at you but knocks on the door and lets himself in. You peer around his back, zeroing in on Valeria and Layla sitting on a sofa next to each other. Valeria's holding a glass of whiskey and Layla has her feet curled up under her.

You look in just in time to see her shift away from Valeria. The man brings in the bag and Valeria stiffens, looking wholly uncomfortable.

"Where-? She starts asking. You step inside and her words falter. She nods at the man. "Go." The man leaves, glancing at you as he passes. You stare daggers at Layla. "What are you doing here?" Valeria asks.

"What is she doing here?" You growl back. Clenching your fists and digging your nails into your palm.

"Working." Layla sniffs. Her lips twitch, like you're amusing her. You resist the urge to slap that smug little look off of her face.

"Working." You repeat, clicking your tongue and swinging your gaze back to Valeria. There's not even a single piece of paper on the table. Just a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass. Valeria turns to Layla.

"I think you should go. I need to have a chat with my wife." Valeria grits out. Layla nods, not even looking at you anymore.

"It's okay," She says, putting a hand on Valeria's arm. The action almost makes you start frothing like a rabid dog. If she doesn't get her hands off your wife, you might throw yourself at her. She stands and brushes past you. "I'll see you later, Valeria." You watch her leave, making sure she's gone.

A sigh brings your attention back to Valeria.

"What is your problem? You know I don't want you here." 

Her words sting. Even though you know (think) she doesn't mean them cruelly. "Why not?" You challenge. "Because you're worried I'll catch you cheating?"

"I'm not cheating. Layla is just my friend." Valeria says sharply. Your heart pangs at how significantly less softly she's looking at you.

"Thought she was your work wife." You snap, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at her.

"It's the same thing - it's all platonic." Valeria shakes her head, unimpressed. She pats the spot next to her but you don't move. Her expression darkens.

You stare at each other for a few tense seconds.

"Am I not allowed friends now?" She asks irately.

"That's not the problem!" You say angrily, raising your hands aggressively. "How much time are you spending with this woman?" You demand.

Valeria mulls over her words. "We work together, it's not-"

"How. Much. Time." You growl, taking a step towards her. She narrows her eyes.

"I don't know!" She snaps at you. "Most of the day? She helps me with paperwork. Do you know how long it would take if I were doing all of it on my own? You have her to thank that I'm able to come home to you at all!" Valeria shakes her head again and downs the rest of her drink.

Your eyes begin to prickle unexpectedly. You wish you weren't so sensitive.

"Are you cheating on me with her?" You ask. Instead of reassuring you like you want her too, Valeria only groans and rubs her face.

"No. I'm not cheating." She says dryly, like she's annoyed with you. "I love you, but you're so damn sensitive and emotional sometimes. It's not as big of a deal as you're making it seem." She sighs.

Valeria can't be bothered to comfort you, and that tells you all you need to know. You sniff, wipe your eyes, and compose yourself.

"Be friends with whoever you want." You say quietly, turning and walking out the door. You can get the hint. Why stay somewhere you're not wanted?

[midnightshindig]

I've had the idea of another Multi-Paul drabble rolling around in my head, so bare with me:

Think of him getting out of prison in the newer episode and meeting up with his s/o who he left behind after getting locked up. The both of them having a dramatic meet-up after s/o was sure she wouldn't be seeing him for a while

(maybe he gets a lil handsy (´ 3｀))

MultiPaul x Reader

no nsfw for this one, still debating my feelings on the dude for the time being.

I've been getting some questions about how I pick and choose who I will or won't write for, write smut for, etc. I'll keep it real: sometimes it's just bc I don't want to. An NSFW alphabet is different than a full oneshot or drabble, or consistent requests. I stand by my character list pinned to the top of my profile, although feel free to check it every now and again to see if its changed

thank you! hcs, like always, under the cut!

There had been only a couple of things on Paul's mind since being imprisoned:

The Order should be getting him soon

If they didn't, he was going to be killed, so he couldn't share The Order's secrets

If he died, he wouldn't make it home to you

So the motivation for escape was clear

He didn't want to die and he COULDN'T die before getting to see you

On those restless nights on that hard prison bed, he could see you, waiting for him, so far away, all alone in your shared apartment

You were probably feeding his pitbull, Xerox

Multi-Paul was suddenly very grateful you two got along so well

it quelled his anxieties, slightly, to know you werent' completely defenseless in his absence.

it'd been a few months

god

a few MONTHS

Paul was going a little stir crazy

You couldn't visit, lest you be outed as an affiliate of him

and he couldn't have every superhero and villain in a twenty mile radius gunning for you

The thought of Machine Head or even Titan being around you made him sick

You didn't belong in a world like that

his world

No, he shook his head to himself, folding his arms and leaning against the wall of his cell

that wasn't all his world was, not anymore

You had a way of broadening his horizons

ugh. he couldn't help but miss you, it chewed away at him, and made the maddeningly claustrophobic walls of his container all the more frustrating

So, when the opportunity presented itself, he escaped

he'd brutalize and kill and maime as many copies of himself as it took to get to you

god knows it would be worth it

Not even Atom Eve could contain him, not when he had you on the agenda

All the while, you HAD been lonely

It'd been just you and Xerox in that homely apartment, too empty and too hollow without Paul around

You knew this was the risk of his occupation, and couldn't even claim to be surprised

but you couldn't visit

you couldn't call

you couldn't tell anyone about what you were going through

you felt so completely and utterly alo-

"Hey babe"

"Holy shit-" you shot up from your seat on the couch and directed your attention to

"Paul!" running over, you threw your arms around you, allowing him to swing you around ceremoniously

He set you down gently, pressing you into a sweet kiss "I missed you" he sounded worn down, if not absolutely exhausted by whatever he'd gone through before coming to you

You rested a hand of his face, gently supporting his heavy head "Oh, Paul.... are you safe?"

He sucked a sharp breath in though his teeth, looking at the door hesitantly "ehhhh....." he looked back and shrugged half-heartedly "Sort of? They think they still have me."

A sly smile broke out across his face, revelling in his own talent and capability

The talent and capability that brought him home

His moment of self-appreciation was broken by your sniffling

"Wh- Y/n?"

You were crying quietly, trying to wipe it all away with your fists, getting your tears all over your hands and making it worse

"Oh- Fuck- uh-" he wrapped you into a soft hug, pressing your head into his chest "It's okay, babe, I'm here"

You hit his chest with your fists gently "I didn't think I was going to see you for months- YEARS- Paul." Your anger was filled with an unmistakable sense of fear and deep loneliness

Oh... you poor thing....

Paul couldn't help but press a reassuring kiss to the top of your head

"It's okay, Y/n, you know I'm the best at what I do."

"They GOT YOU, Paul. You were in there for MONTHS and I was ALONE." your desperation to be understood caused your throat to crack up, and your voice strained

He didn't realize you were this pained- or, no, he did, he just never expected to be so directly confronted with it

but here you were, here he was, everything was fine

and you sobbed a little harder into his chest, ruining his prison shirt

"I don't want to lose you, Paul. I love you."

He gently brushed his fingers over your hair, smoothing out the flyaways

"It's okay, I'm here now, I'm here now."

"Don't do that to me, ever again, okay?" you asked between sniffles

His expression softened as he nodded "Of course not, of course not. I got you. I've got you." He leaned down and kissed you again, your tears staining his face, but he didn't care

You'd calmed down a bit, and Paul took this as an opportunity

"do you want to sit down for a bit? We can... order dinner?" he proposed, eliciting a small smile from you

"That sounds nice, can I choose?"

He faked a gasp "Y/n, I've been eating prison food for months!"

You smacked his shoulder with a bigger smile "Too bad, we're getting Indian food."

He fake-groaned, slumping onto your shoulders "Boo- y/n, you know I hate indian food"

"Paul, stop, you looooove indian food."

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek "Yeah yeah, you got me."

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Yours

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings)

Pairing: Pick Your Own Son of Ragnar

Warnings: Smut, Losing Virginity, Soft and Sweet Viking

Rating: NSFW

Length: Drabble

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: I wanted to give this a try, here it is. I haven't written smut in a while, forgive me. Thank you google gods for that graphic.

He had spotted her in the great hall nearly six moons ago, her dress clean and as elegant as a Queen's, appropriate for the eldest daughter of a Jarl. She was coy and flirtatious when he had worked up the courage to speak with her, not without a ribbing from his brothers of course. Imagine that a son of Ragnar intimidated by a mere woman.

Not this time. By the hand of the gods, he had managed to catch her interest and she his heart. Swelling in his chest, he loved being in the hall with her on his lap, whispering sweet words in her ear, her giggles like music from the gods themselves. They had spent days and a few nights together, being in each others presence, talking, holding hands, but never going further than a chaste kiss. He would change that tonight.

Tonight, when the feast was over and the crowd dwindled, he would sweep her off of her feet and whisk her off to his quarters. It would be dark and nobody to see, though it wouldn't matter for everyone knew that the Son of Ragnar was infatuated by the lady he paraded around like a prize buck he'd taken down in a hunt. They were the princes of Kattegat, any warm body they desired at their beck and call, yet he had chosen her.

She was just as taken with him, allowing him to escort her through the market and to each feast since meeting him. He was strong, a fierce warrior – she had heard the stories, and behind closed doors a soft and gentle man. The amount of patience he had shown, when she had said she'd never been with a man and wanted to wait until she was certain. The idea of waiting for the right man had been a little out of sorts at her age, but she was certain the gods had more for her than a smelly viking who wanted nothing more than to blow his seed while drunk before a raid.

The world outside the great hall was quiet and still in the dark of the night, following him to his quarters, a sizable cabin on the edge of town, she had been here a handful of times during the day, sitting outside with him. Their long evenings spent together were always in the protection of his parents hall. He opened the door, allowing her access to his most private chambers, inside the fire lit the cabin, casting a soft glow throughout. He had a servant light the fires not long before they were to retire after leaving the great hall. He would reward the woman well, seeing as she had left behind a small vase of flowers and a pile of clean furs on his bed.

“Does this please you?” He asked, the door locking behind them. She gasped, being entirely alone with him sent a chill through her body. He was dangerous, to anybody else. She was certain he would never harm her. Would he? Here she was alone, in this place, about to let him do as he pleased.

“It's pleasing, yes.” She nodded, her fingers nervously toying with a string on the front of her dress. “I um, I don't know how - ”

“Shh,” He silenced her, in the gentlest manner, his eyes on hers. He held a desire and couldn't wait to release it. “It's okay, you do not need to know. I will show you.”

“I have never been alone with a man, if I do not please you then...” She trailed off, worry in her tone. His hands resting on hers, he shook his head. She could never displease him.

“You will be safe. I swear it. If this is what you want, then I will teach you. If you do not, then tell me now before I take you.” She was having a hard time imagining this man as a fierce and angry warrior. He was more like a kitten.

“I want this.” She was determined, her chin jutted out and eyes steely. “I want you to take me, though I have heard stories of men being brutes and rough. I do not think I could recover from that.”

“Those are men who do not have a love for a woman, they are cowards. I am not a coward.” His smile was welcoming. She believed every word. Nodding, she smiled back, her demeanor softening from worry to love.

“I trust you,” She whispered, her eyes glancing down at his trousers. Biting her bottom lip, she went with her instincts, raising her dress to her hips. “Can you? Please?”

Stepping forward, he helped undo her dress, careful to keep it safe and clean, he laid it over the chair at his table. It was a marvelous dress, the green details would have taken her ladies many weeks to prepare and here she was, wearing it for him and only him. The dress had been nearly as striking as her. Not wanting her to feel vulnerable for too long he loosened his shirt and pulled it over his head, unlacing his trousers he pushed them down his legs, his under clothes did little to hide what was waiting for her.

“Allow me,” He helped her out of the thin tunic under her dress. She was beautiful standing before him naked for his viewing. No other man had ever witnessed her in such a state and he was reeling in the notion. It was making him feel as though he'd had too much mead and his head was swimming.

His hands were rough against her soft skin, apologising for such hands, he kissed her shoulder. He was a warrior, a prince, his hands weren't supposed to be soft like silk. Her own hands had a few cuts and scrapes, but not nearly as tough as his. She sighed when his lips lingered on her neck, a gentle bite of the tender flesh had her feeling as Thor himself had struck her with his hammer.

“May I?” He asked, his hands covering her breasts. She nodded, her head leaning on his shoulder.

She felt like the most delicate lace under his fingers, scared to break her, he had never been this gentle with a woman before. Lips tracing the path of his hands, his tongue gently flicked her nipple, without thought she moaned. A little embarrassed by such behaviour, she covered her mouth.

“Don't. It's natural, when you feel pleasure.” He explained, his fingers exploring her hips, his lips moving against her skin.

“I felt like such a common thrall, forgive me.” Her cheeks warm.

“You are much more, besides, it was rather pleasing to hear that. I love when I have a woman who rewards me with her noises of pleasure.” He kissed her lips again. “You may want to lay on the bed, I do not think legs will be of use much longer.”

Carefully moving across the floor boards, she laid back on his bed, her head on the pillow staring at him wide eyed. He was amused to watch her in such a green state. “Here, I will help you.” He gently guided her hips toward the side of the bed, swinging her sideways with little effort to move her. “I am going to kneel before you, it may feel better to place your feet upon my shoulders.”

“What if I kick you?” She sat raised on her elbows looking at him.

“Then it means I am doing my job.” His laugh was startling. “I assure you, once you feel true pleasure, you will not stay still and that is fine.”

Humming to his instructions, she laid back as he asked. The clean furs were warm and plush as they cradled her bare skin. Her bare bottom hanging over the bed felt foreign, he was there in a swift movement to raise her legs over his shoulders as he said he would. From where she lay, between the valley of her breasts she could see the top of his head, his eyes watching her. Waiting for her to give him any sign to move forward. A slight nod, she fell back closing her eyes tight, anticipation of what came next.

His lips wasted no time finding the inside of her thigh, he licked and lightly nipped with his teeth. Her belly swelling with butterflies as the odd sensations ran from her head to her toes. He was here, between her legs, being as patient as always. He took his time, taking in her beauty before him. Little wisps of hair covered her womanhood, unlike some of the other women he'd been with she had a natural look. He liked that.

He held her hips on his shoulders, strong and determined. Easing her worries, he carefully allowed his finger to trace the outline of her womanhood, his eyes on her to gauge her reaction. Biting hard on her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, inhaling sharply. He took the next step, slowly working his finger against her, sliding along her beautiful folds, he dipped the tip of his finger inside. She shuddered with such a motion, steadying her breath, she found the courage to look at him, nodding.

All he needed was a slight gesture to continue, his head dipping between her legs, she gasped loudly when his tongue pressed against her, licking from one end of her womanhood to the other, stopping at the top to take his time paying attention to the most sensitive part of her body. Swirling his tongue around the taught nub, his fingers sliding back into her. He found a rhythm twisting and turning his fingers inside of her, she whimpered trying to keep quiet.

Pulling away long enough to speak, he shook his head. “Don't, don't be shy. I like to hear my woman.”

“I...I have never felt such a thing.” She was trying to find her words.

“Never?” He mused. She shook her head. “You have never touched yourself?” she shook her head once more. “Oh, um, I hope it wasn't too much.”

“No, no it was welcome.”

“Hmph.” He smirked, then what he was about to do next would surely be an experience like no other. His fingers tracing her sensitive folds, he lowered his head once again, his lips finding her sensitive. Sucking and nipping he tugged the small bud, making sure to suck as greedily as he could. Her hips shoved forward and he smiled against her. His fingers a little rougher than before, he pushed inside of her trying to get a much from her untouched body as he could before it became too much for her.

Feeling the telltale signs of her body tightening around his fingers, he stopped, sliding out his wet fingers fragrant with her scent, he lifted his hand to his mouth licking his fingers as if he had just devoured the most delicious meal.

Not wanting her to miss out, he carefully placed his fingers against her lips. “Taste.” He demanded, fingers in her mouth she swirled her tongue around them. He moaned, feeling her warm mouth. Had she been an experienced woman, his manhood would have been halfway down her throat by now. He was growing harder and it was causing a straining pain, he needed to allow himself a release.

Leaning between her legs, his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, she whined again. He knew that he shyness was leaving and her self guarded nature crumbling. His fingers pinched her nipples, before hands began massaging her breasts again, she laid on her back wanting whatever attention he would give her. What he wouldn't give to have her on her belly, wildly fucking her, his hand slapping her ass, while she grabbed handfuls of furs screaming his name. Once more, he steadied, her first time – if he was to ever have her again – needed to be handled with a sort of kindness. This was the daughter of a Jarl, a woman he loved, not one of his thralls to be used and discarded when they no longer amused him.

“Lie back, you must relax. If there is any displeasure, I will stop if you wish me to.” His eyes were sincere and hers wore a mask of bravery, she was trembling like a leaf in the winds. “I won't hurt you, though it may hurt a little, it will only be for a few moments.”

“I – I am ready.” She laid back, allowing him to take charge, positioning her legs and body where he wanted them. Dropping his under clothes, she took sight of his manhood for the first time, clenching the furs under her, she tried to keep from spilling tears. Surely this was going to be more for him than her, her breath labouring.

“Are you certain? I do not wish to cause you pain or concern.” He stroked his length, displaying what the gods had gifted him with. “There are other ways to...”

“No, no I have made up my mind.” She wiped the tears from her eyes, “I want you to, I want it. I wish to be a woman.”

“Tell me, if you need to me to stop.” His breath hot on her cheek, as he leaned over her body. His chest sounded as if his heart would thud through at any second. Her legs draped over his hips, his tattoos peeking out from behind her legs, he was as gentle as possible. Allowing her to take the very tip, her body shivered. He waited.

“Oh gods,” She rolled her eyes, as he moved his length forward fully sheathed in her.

“Shall I stop?”

“No,” her voice heavy with breath.

As he slid out and back in, each motion picking up the pace, she allowed him to take her body as his. Fingers digging into his back, she did as he commanded, moving her hips to meet his as he pushed her legs to her chest. A sudden movement she gasped and moaned. Finally giving herself permission to be loud and express her feelings for him, in the way he told her that he liked. Hearing her moan was enough for him to grow harder inside of her, if possible. He braced himself, hands on her hips, his body against hers this had been better than he had imagined, all of the nights he would go to bed without her. The gods had gifted him a better night than he had dreamed of when he would think of her, using his hand to stroke himself allowing his seed to spill on himself wishing it was her.

A loud growl rumbled from his chest, the noise like a bear, or thunder in the distance. Letting himself get carried away, he roughly slammed his body into hers. She yelped, not asking him to stop, he was glad as he was nearly there. She couldn't take much more, the tension building in her body, a new sensation that she had never known. He shouted her name, grabbing her hips and holding her still, his length pulling from her body, resting on her stomach as he allowed his seed to waste there.

He would not ask her to risk bearing his child on her first night. Under him, he felt her body jerk, her head going back and her scream short and strangled. Her body giving way to what came natural for a man and a woman. Laid beside her, he tenderly pushed her hair out of her eyes, kissing her shoulder. She looked like a goddess, laid before him basking in the glow and sweat. His smell etched into her senses, she traced her fingers through his wasted seed spread across her stomach and breasts. Fingers rising to her lips, she took her first taste.

A wicked smirk crossed his face, as he watched her relish in the moment, licking her lips she leaned to kiss him. His own taste on her lips, salty and sticky. “Is that pleasing to you?” He asked.

Nodding, she reached for the furs beneath her, wiping him off of her abdomen, moving to gain comfort in his bed, she yawned and stretched opening her arms to welcome him to her side. “I do hope I get to see you again, alone.”

“You can have me any time you wish, for I am yours.” He pulled her body to his, dragging a fur around them.

tags: @icefrozendeadlyqueen @alicedopey @sunshinepanic @ilovetaquitosmmmm

[hymemena]

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷︶˚. Countdown To Halloween Challenge .꒷꒥꒷︶꒷

Below you will find 31 headcanon questions/prompts for the Spookiest Season, one for each day of October. For multimuse blogs, feel free to pick a different muse every day or just do one muse for the whole month! If you enjoy the challenge, make sure to tag some friends or reblog this post to spread it! I hope everyone has a safe, spooky Halloween! This was inspired by and is not affiliated with @/mimis-memes’ Halloween Countdown Challenge!

1. What does your character do when they're scared?

2. Is your muse squeamish?

3. Does your muse believe in magic? Spirits and demons?

4. Would your muse go to a haunted attraction? What about a corn maze?

5. What is your muse's ideal pumpkin carving stencil?

6. Would your muse put much stock in tarot or oracle card readings? What about astrology?

7. Make a short 3-4 song playlist for your muse during Spooky Season.

8. If your muse could only pick one candy bar to receive while trick-or-treating, what would it be? What would they not want?

9. Describe your muse's perfect Halloween Party invitations!

10. Surprise a writing partner with a starter based on the prompt Costumes! Let the ideas flow!

11. Does your muse see themselves as practical or would they use magic for everything?

12. What does your muse associate with Halloween/Spooky Season?

13. When does your muse start celebrating Halloween? Do they ever stop?

14. Does your muse like to dress up? What is their ideal costume?

15. Your muse just got pranked for Halloween! Write a drabble or an open starter about their reaction to it!

16. If your muse could use Halloween magic to reach out to a loved one who has passed on, would they? Why or why not?

17. What is your muse's stance on Ouija boards?

18.Tell us some Halloween trivia your muse knows! It doesn't have to be correct!

19. How is your muse with the horror genre? Do they enjoy it or dislike it?

20. If your muse found out that someone that they knew was a magical creature, how would they react? Write a drabble/short exchange for this!

21. What does your muse do if the weather is too cold for their costume? Do they layer up or change?

22. What is your muse's reaction to being scared? What do they do in that split second where they think something is about to get them?

23. When did your muse stop trick-or-treating? If they didn't, why not?

24. Does your muse have a comfort food/drink in the fall? What is it? Do they make it or prefer to buy it?

25. Surprise! It's time to write a starter for another mutual! This time the theme is 'scared you!'

26.How does your muse feel about Pumpkin Spice?

27. What is your muse's preferred form of reanimation? Zombies? Electricity? Magic? Explain their favorite tropes for these things and their connection to it.

28. Does your muse like to watch movies or listen to music for the season? If so, what is their favorite movie? Song? Any other media that you may like?

29. Is your muse easy to scare? On a scale of 1-10, how easy is it to scare them? On a scale of 1-10, how advised is it to scare them?

30. Write a short fic/drabble about your muse being lost in a corn maze!

31. Take this quiz to see your muse's Halloween Aesthetic! Once you have it, make a moodboard/aesthetic board/edit of your muse with this theme!

[garbinge]

Charming Life (8/?)

Piney Winston & Jax Teller & OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller Opie Winston x OC Joanne Teller 30 Day Fic Challenge (23/30)

Chapter Index 

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Siblings fighting again, light angst.

Charming Life Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @livingdeadblondequeen​ @justreblogginfics @chloe-skywalker @kmc1989

Jo knocked on the cabin door and called out to the man inside before knocking again. 

The door swung open and an annoyed man stood with a gun in his hand as he stared down Jo. 

“Guess I should consider myself lucky it wasn’t pointed at me.” She squeezed by him before stepping inside the cabin. 

“What’re you doing here?” He grunted and closed the door before making his way over to the couches. 

“Taking after ma, checking in on those who could use a check in.” She crossed her arms and dropped into one of the dining table chairs and kicked her feet up. 

“The kids?” He questioned. 

“School.” Her eyebrows raised and she spoke to match his attitude. 

“You’re normally nicer.” Another grunt came from Piney as he sat down now. 

“Could say the same.” She answered back quickly. 

“What’s going on?” His voice softened now as he looked to Jo to talk. 

“You were close with Dad. Did he, did he want this?” It was such a broad question but Jo meant it very specifically. 

Piney let out a sigh. “What do you know?” 

“I read part of the book, which I’m assuming you know about. Haven’t been able to really give it a proper look through considering the biker prince of my brother has it and refused to tell me about it.” Jo crossed her arms. 

Piney chuckled, followed by a cough, before he was moving from the couch into a safe that was located in the dining room. 

“Here.” He pulled out what seemed to be an additional copy of the manuscript and handed it to Joanne. “Was saving this one for you.” 

Jo looked down at it, the weight of it feeling more heavy knowing this version would be hers. 

“This wasn’t the life either of you were expecting was it?” Jo followed Piney as he moved back to the couch. 

“We both had families, had different expectations and wants for SOA. For the future. Not everyone shared them.” 

“Not everyone had kids.” Jo nodded, understanding the reasoning behind it all. She sat there silent for a while, staring down at the stack of papers before she nodded. “You think Jax is the only one who can change it?” 

Piney smiled, “You’re a Teller. Arguably, the closest one to ‘him.” 

“But I’m a daughter, Piney. I’m not in the club.” Jo was trying to understand what she could possibly do. 

“Doesn’t mean you don’t have sway. Jax listens to you.” 

“I don’t know about that. We’re fighting.” She crossed her arms. 

Piney chuckled again. “And?” It was spoken like it meant nothing. 

“When Mary left, were you upset?” Jo thought when Piney’s wife left and took Opie with her. 

“No. But Opie came back, pretty sure he ended up at your apartment at the time, too.” Piney was moving to pour a drink for himself.

Jo remembered the memory clearly, Opie knocking on her apartment door, she had only been living there for a week and he said he needed a place to crash before he told Piney he was back. 

“If I knew then what I know now, I think I would have driven him back to Mary’s myself.” 

“And what do you know now, sweetheart?” Piney was curious as to how much the girl knew.

“I know that Donna’s dead because of the club’s affiliates, that Chibs is laying in a hospital bed with a head injury because someone tried to blow ‘em up, Juice got fucked up in county, Tara and Ma had to put up their houses for bail, Clay and Jax are a millisecond away from ripping eachother apart, and the club hasn’t seen the light at the end of the tunnel in months.” 

“So?” Piney was trying to pull the thought out of Joanne. 

“Is it even worth it?” She shook her head looking at Piney almost shocked by what she said. Her mother would have flipped out if she heard those words out of her mouth. 

Piney smiled. “You sound like your old man.” 

Jo laughed and really thought about her statement, maybe getting out was the only way out of this. Maybe there was some hope in Jax, if she could get on the same page as him, but right now that felt impossible. As she continued to think about leaving, she realized what that would mean, how it’d affect everyone. That’s when she realized she should probably tell Piney about her and Opie. 

“Ope will probably tell you, but since I’m here, and we’re talking, you should know, we’re–”

“It’s about damn time.” Piney cut her off. “You two have been tip-toeing around the obvious for years. I know things died out when Donna got pregnant and he got locked up but, I always knew. I think everyone did.” 

“If I leave Piney–” Jo started to say before Jax was knocking on the door and walking into the cabin. 

“What are you doing here?” He made a face and then turned his head to look at Piney. 

“We grew up around the same fuckin’ people Jax. Just becausee I’m not in the club doesn’t mean I don’t check up on them.” 

Piney laughed at their tension. “Don’t fight over this old man, now.” 

“I need to talk to you.” Jax looked at Piney, his face stoic and even a little angry. Piney’s silence was all Jax needed to continue talking. “I’m going Nomad.” 

That got Jo’s attention, she wanted to ask a million questions, put everything aside but she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. 

“On that note, I’ll leave you two to talk.” As she moved to the door, Piney looked at her. 

“Hey, uh, you do what you gotta do, sweetheart. Ain’t no sweat off my back.” He was directly answering her cut off statement from before. Jo was going to say that if she leaves, she was going to do anything and everything in her power to bring Opie with her. And even though Jax and her weren’t on the best terms, she wouldn’t let that stop her from trying with him either. She simply nodded and left the two men inside the cabin. 

Jo had her arms crossed as she leaned against her car, waiting for the door of the cabin to open and for Jax to come outside. 

She didn’t let a second pass when the door opened. “Don’t know how you plan to fix shit if you’re not even here for it.” 

“I don’t need this shit, Jo.” Jax was tossing his hat on his head. 

She shook her head and crossed her arms. “Keep pushing everyone away.” 

“You’re the one who's mad at me.” Jax scoffed. 

Joanne let out a laugh. “You’ll tell yourself anything to make yourself feel right.” 

“You don’t know shit about shit, Joanne.” Jax tossed his helmet and walked closer to his sister. It was a scene similar to one when they were young kids, Jax trying to step to Joanne, they’d push and shove each other until Gemma came and broke it up. The difference now was they weren’t fighting over sharing a bike or who ate the last snack, this was real shit with real consequences. 

“You’re right, I don’t, thanks to you.” She didn’t take a step back, Jax approaching her like this didn’t scare her one bit. 

“Jesus Christ, I didn’t show you the book, get over it.” He whipped his head back as it shook annoyingly. 

Before Jo could answer, the sound of a bike was interrupting them and they both turned to see Opie pulling up. 

“I should know better,” Jax smiled at his sister as he took a few steps back. “Getting over shit isn’t really your style.” 

It was a cheap shot. It was all Jo needed to know about where her brother was at with making things right with her. Not only did she not even want to respond to him, but he wasn’t going to give her the option since he was walking away to pick up the helmet he tossed earlier and leave the cabin. 

“Everything alright?” Opie’s voice was behind her causing her to snap out of her thoughts. 

“Yea just thinking of ways I can kill my brother and get away with it.” 

Opie let out a laugh. “I mean…” 

Jo knew exactly what he was teasingly insinuating. 

“Oh, I know how, it’s more figuring out what I’d tell mom, Clay and the club.” She turned to look at Opie with a smile. 

“Yea, your mom would be pretty mad.” 

“She’d be pissed just to know I was fighting with him, can’t tick off the prince.” She rolled her eyes and changed the subject as she moved on from the conversation with her brother. “What’re you doing up here?” 

“Same as you. Checkin’ in on the old man.” 

Jo smiled, she loved being reminded of the things she appreciated about Opie, him knowing her heart being one of them. He knew she’d cosntatnly check in on people in the club, because she’d done it with him so many times and he’d seen her do it to other members countless amounts of times. 

“I, uh, might have let it slip about us, to Piney.” Her boice was hesitant, a tad worried about how he’d respond. 

Opie smiled. “So eager.” 

“No, it just–”

Opie cut the girl off immediately by moving to plant a kiss on her lips. She leaned into it immediately and gripped his arms as the two deepended their embrace for a few minutes. “I’m fucking around with you.” Opie spoke against Jo’s lips. 

“I haven’t mentioned it to anyone else. With everything going on with Jax and I, I don’t think I’ll mention it to him anytime soon, and Gemma, well, that’s something I’d like to push off for as long as possible.” Jo explained to Opie as her forehead fell on his. 

“Piney was the easy one to tell.” He teased. “Whatever you want, we can keep it low key in front of everyone for now, got no problem with that.” 

“It’s not you, Gemma just likes to meddle–” 

Opie cut her off again with another kiss before speaking against them again. “I got no problem with whatever you wanna do.” 

“Thanks.” She whispered and pecked him one last time.

[of-void-and-stars]

ID: two consecutive screenshots from Team Starkid's "The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals" showing Paul and Emma. In the first Paul is standing with his back partially to the viewer, looking down at Emma. He says "Okay, Emma, I think the world is becoming..." In the second he finishes with "A musical." He has lowered to her height and is making a disgusted face and waving his hand. Emma looks confused in both. End ID

Are you confused and disgusted by the state of the world? Does it feel like the world is changing irreversibly, and for the worse, before your eyes and do you want to do something about it? Do you like musicals? Boy, have I got the thing for you!

There are 6 (4 seperate) offerings for musical-based fanwork in Fandom Trumps Hate, a fanworks auction for progressive charities (learn more right here on tumblr via @fandomtrumpshate), which means you can support some charities doing the good work while also getting awesome fanwork out of it! Browsing is open right now! Bidding begins on Monday March 5th.

The specific musical offerings are:

Written fanwork (<5k words) for Falsettos by Cr1ngeCulture, who is especially interested in "creating poetry and/or drabble collections, especially character studies". Find the full listing here (link to Cr1ngeCulture's offering).

Fanart for Cats by StatisticalCats (@statisticalcats2 here on tumblr), who is specifically creating gifsets or moodboards. Find the full listing here (link to StatisticalCats' offering).

A video edit for the Hatchetfield verse from Team Starkid by Ice_Wave (@eye-affiliated-podcast-character here on tumblr, who loves "dramatic music videos, crack videos, and crossovers". Find the full listing here (link to Ice_Wave's offering).

And finally, pixel art for either of the three following: Team Starkid, Tin Can Bros, or Starry Musical, offered by MxCaptain, aka yours truly, me! I'm interested in working on most of the shows by both Starkid and TCB though I have not fully watched Nerdy Prudes Must Die or the Solve It Squad sequels. Find the full listing here (link to MxCaptain's offering).

So? Are you ready to do your part and get some awesome fanwork in return?

ID: a screenshot from Team Starkid's Firebringer showing Zazzalil and Keeri leaning out from a tree that's out off frame, in similar poses with a smile and outstretched hand. Next to them is the text "What if I did something more? Than what my people bargained for?" End ID

[immortalwanderers]

Hullo lovelies! 🌸

It's been a little while since our last update - almost a year, in fact! -and I hope that in that time, life has been treating you all well.

This is just a little update about the future of Immortal Wanderers as, good news, I am finally returning to make this little community hub active once again!

Now there will be a few changes going forward -- for one, I will be taking a much more relaxed role. Where Immortal Wanderers held events almost monthly or seasonally, for the time being we will not be holding any events of our own. Instead, any events taking part in this fandom that come to our attention will be shared and signal boosted as before, and we strongly encourage taking a look and getting involved in what's on offer. I also recommend taking a peak at what our friends and affiliates have going on (there's a link to them all on our blog) as many of them organize their own ways to get involved - especially the likes of the up-and-coming Qi Ye Doodles and Drabbles exchange).

This isn't to say that we won't ever be holding our own events again in the future, but just for the time being we're kicking back and just enjoying what the fandom has to share.

For all creators that may be after a spot of inspiration - be they a writer, artist, gif maker, graphic maker - any creator! - we'll still keep our bingo sheet available as a way to hopefully give you guys some ideas! It'll be attached to the end of this post, so feel free to download and save it, and have fun tackling the prompts however you see fit!

If you'd like to make sure any of your works are seen and shared through this blog, I encourage the use of our own tracked tag more than ever - #immortalwanderers. This is mostly because some of the tags these days aren't as easy or as kind to track as they once were when this blog was first created, and as always I prefer to keep this space safe and free for all fans. The tag is open and available for anyone to use.

Thank you all, and I can't wait to see some of your lovely creations once more! 💖

[yvonnesrespite]

❧ Late to your appointment, sweets? ❧

➵ MDNI; This blog is 21+  ➵ OOC Disclaimer: This is a gimmick blog as Yvonne from the game Love and Deepspace, and is not officially affiliated with the studio which created the game. The blog was merely created for recreational purposes!

❥ Rules

Be a decent person and respect my boundaries. Neglecting to do so will result in an immediate block and a stop to the interaction.

Basic rp etiquette is expected, so don’t god-mod, and acknowledge all ships are in their own separate AUs.

NSFW content in rps or conversations is fine so long as we’ve talked prior and you’re not smutting it up from the get go. However, dead dove stuff is off the table completely. Not a chance.

Be patient with response times. Constant nagging won’t be tolerated.

I’ll delete any asks that I cannot comprehend due to being poorly written, not in English, offensive, or completely unrelated to the purpose and contents of this blog.

Using my content to feed to an AI is strictly prohibited. Don’t try it, don’t consider it.

Keep it simple and in the LNDS universe. I don’t have braincells for multiple fandoms that I might not know.

I (the mun) have not done an ounce of any sort of medical studies. Don’t ask for medical advice. I’m usually looking these things up 99% of the time.

The behaviours, personality, and appearance of Yvonne are as I interpreted her from what little content we got of her in the game. Infold, please give my girl a 3D model at some point. 

❥ Post and Ask Tags

Posts About/From Mun: ♡ nurse off duty

Textposts and Thoughts: ♡ yvonne's diary

Non-RP Asks: ♡ akso askbulance

Anon Asks: ♡ [emoji/name] spillin' tea

Akso Staff Interactions: ♡ akso staff shenanigans

Ships: ♡ one steep forward, ♡ greYv train, ♡ nightingale; jermvonne

All Roleplays: ♡ lnds rp, ♡ nurse yvonne's rps

Roleplay Starters: ♡ defibroleplaytor charge

Fics, Drabbles, and Headcanons: ♡ gauze and glitter pens

Muse/Inspo: ♡ musings to mend

Art: ♡ healing hues

❥ Friends!

♡ Doctor Zayne ~ @zayne-snowman  

♡ Doctor Greyson ~ @drgreysonmd 

♡ Rafayel ~ @abysswalkers 

♡ Mephisto ~ @just-a-normal-crow 

♡ Jeremiah ~ @jeremiahofphilo

♡ Thomas ~ @thomasicism

♡ Nero ~ @wandererenthusiast1

♡ Astra ~ @sasstras-gaze

♡ mc ~ @aethercodeevol

♡ Sylus ~ @sylus-qin

♡ Luke and Kieran ~ @luk3nk13r4n

♡ Caleb ~ @caleb-in-the-cockpit

Taken Anons: 🧼

➵ This post will be updated as more info comes out and if important things change/come up, or if mun sees typos/errors lmao

➵ Divider art by mun, aka mahalkitart, aka "mahalkitheart" here on Tumblr.

[hopetune]

#HOPETUNE: an affiliated robin rp blog, harmonizing with mik (20, they/them, gmt +8). singing about hope and fledgling wings. rules and portrayal notes may be found under the cut!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˚ʚ✦ɞ˚⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ dossier | affiliation | writer

RULES

ON AFFILIATION: this blog is affiliated with gnostic hymns. as such, personal blogs and rp blogs not affiliated with gh will be softblocked or blocked.

ON OOC: i make a lot of jokes ooc, as well as post shitposts (tagged appropriately on this blog) please don't take them seriously!!! none of what i say ooc is canon here in gh. i try to be very clear about what i include in-character. that said, i understand that the line can get quite blurry at times, so don't be afraid to ask me to clarify stuff or to tell me to stop doing a bit. i'll also be doing the same.

ON ASK MEME CANOCITY: responses to ask memes will be treated as non-canon to my muse's continuity unless it is a drabble or otherwise stated somewhere in the post. this does not apply to ask memes attached to events, which will always be regarded as canon.

ON SHIPPING: open to shipping with ooc familiarity and chemistry! i don't multi-ship except in cases of AUs. i prefer letting the relationship run its natural course but i would also like to have a discussion beforehand regarding romance—just an explicit agreement that this is the direction we wanna go. also robin is a lesbian so do be mindful of that.

ON FORMATTING: i use small text and colored dialogue in my writing. if you have any issues with readability or would like me to change my format, please let me know! i try to know my partner's preferences but i can (and probably will) forget so i appreciate a reminder. as for my own preferences: i prefer small text because it's easier for me to read, personally.

ON CONTACT: i prefer discord dms since tumblr notifs don't always work for me. my username is emblian! i am part of gh’s discord server so you may also ping me there.

ON REPLIES: i try to get back to my partners within 2 weeks. exceptions are lore events and months where i’m on hiatus. if it’s been longer than 2 weeks and i’m not preoccupied, feel free to dm me to ask about the reply—chances are i may have forgotten about it.

ON TRIGGER WARNINGS: i will use general trigger warnings for things such as gore, extreme violence, suicide, and other topics that i deem sensitive enough to warrant it. i will be using "tw // (word)" as a tag. if you have any triggers you'd like me to tag, please feel free to let me know through a dm. i also tag spoilers under "hsr spoilers"

ON HYV GAMES: i am not as familiar with genshin or honkai impact 3rd as i am with honkai star rail. i will defer to my partners for information but please be patient with me if i have lapses in the lore! i would also appreciate it if you could gently correct me on whatever i may get wrong. 

PORTRAYAL NOTES (SPOILER FREE)

robin is renown throughout the cosmos, so it's perfectly fine to assume any hsr muse knows her/knows of her regardless of whether or not they've interacted with her in canon.

robin will often disguise herself when appearing in public, especially in places where she knows she has many fans, so it depends on the situation whether or not your muse will recognize her. if your muse is a stranger to her, she will likely not blow her own cover.

related to the point above: she will probably not disguise herself when going to places in teyvat or remote planets like jarilo-vi, as no one would probably recognize her there.

[gyaruwolf]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ — about this blog

t | 20+ | any pronouns

ao3 | twitter | strawpage

— disclaimers

this blog contains content relating to rps/rpf/nmmn.

all works are written for fun and are not to be taken seriously. they are in no way accurate portrayals of the talents they mention and are meant to focus on the personas they are playing, not the real person. they are not to be shared or taken out of context.

if you or anyone you know are affiliated with the virtual talents or company, please click away!

thank you! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

— what to expect to see

honestly, this will mostly act as an archive for my fic, but i'm open to posting more like drabbles and imagines and the like! i'm just not too active on tumblr. but feel free to follow me on twitter (after reading my link and doing the required actions) for more silly unfiltered rambling and my shitty memes. or send me an ask here or my strawpage if you're shy. although for strawpage you'll need to... already be following my twitter to see my response... ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) but i don't bite, i promise!

as for the pairings i'm into and will probably be writing about (hidari/migi order does matter here if stated, but i'm usually ok with reverse):

nijisanji jp

akagi wen/koyanagi rou

akagi wen/mechatu-a

usami rito/saiki ittetsu

hoshirube sho/murakumo kagetsu

hoshirube sho/akagi wen

and most other mechatu-a combinations if they strike my fancy...

hoshirube sho/sakaki ness

vezalius bandage/hibachi mana

cafegumi

torigumi

axia krone/lauren iroas

niji datoka/lauren iroas

meshaz and any variations

and more!

nijisanji en

seible/freodore

by the beat/freodore

holostars

kishido temma/hanasaki miyabi

kanade izuru/astel leda

regis altare/axel syrios

axel syrios/gavis bettel

neo-porte

hiiragi tsurugi/aogiri eito

[nijisanji] vantacrow bringer/kuga leo

[nijisanji] claude clawmark/kuga leo

fsp en

atlus zendoji/malim cendari

and these are all subject to change.

if you like any of these, *holds hand out* let's brainrot together? you're free to send me any kind of prompt, headcanon or request for any of the abovementioned pairings!

in any case, thanks for reading! i hope you enjoy my fanfic. ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

[emblemartyr]

EMMERYN ( INSERT MIDDLE NAME ) LOWELL, has arrived at Garreg Mach Monastery's Town !

#EMBLEMARTYR ━━━ private roleplay blog for Emmeryn of Fire Emblem: Awakening ( FE13 ); interpreted & loved by Barely ( 8TEEN / any prns ); affiliated with The Officers Academy as a townsperson and organization founder.

NOTES ON PORTRAYAL.

with Emmeryn being written after the canon events of Awakening, the likelihood of spoilers appearing in her posts is highly possible, as she specifically comes from her respective paralogue after a critical canon event which shapes her current interpretation. of course, I will tag all of the appropriate posts accordingly. the official tag for any spoilers will be #awakening spoilers to avoid them.

unlike my other two muses, Emmeryn lives in the town of the monastery as a kind, yet quiet neighbor to those who reside there. upon having her housing papers admitted without struggle, she decided to rent out an empty building and use the treasury she'd been given to fund an organization for royals and nobles of any age to get advice and assistance with their etiquette and handling civil affairs, which she remembers easily.

after the events of Awakening, and known to those who saved her in her paralogue, Emmeryn suffers from a multitude of injuries that have changed her as a person. there are physical conditions, like her limp, unconscious twitching / trembling, and rapid blinking. and there are non-physical conditions, like her amnesia, hindered speech, and periodic headaches. I will not allow any heavy IC or OOC jokes about any of these unless spoken of beforehand. the way I treat Emmeryn is very careful and I'd become uncomfortable if her conditions were made fun of. in a softer note, there are a few social norms she does not remember and will need to be reminded of in certain situations.

similar to the above bullet, Emmeryn does speak slowly, in half sentences, pronounces certain letters and words wrong, and pauses a lot to formulate her thoughts. this will not change for a long, long time, as in the years after her paralogue, she hasn't recovered much from the incident. if your muse will belittle or mock her for her verbal inconsistencies, tell me beforehand so I can consider whether they should interact or not. just long enough for me to become fully comfortable with her narrative voice as a muse.

unless your muse has known her before her arrival or is currently enrolled under her organization, then they do not know that Emmeryn was the former Exalt of Ylisse, as this is not something she shares for the hope of starting over completely with strangers outside of her profession. on the note of her organization, let me know if your muse would approach her for it! you have to be a noble for the political classes but anyone can take her etiquette courses.

additionally, a frequent NPC that you will hear mentioned or referenced in her interactions is Langston, who is the caretaker that was deployed to Regna Ferox to tend to her. he is important to her reasoning for being here but will not be able to speak with your muse unless the thread or interaction calls for it and we have discussed it prior. yes he is pretty and twenty-seven and shy and blonde-adjacent and I have a crush on him, next question

NAVIGATION ━━━ RULES; MUSE; STATS; INTERVIEW; THREADS; SUPPORTS PAGE.

TAGS.

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ the immortal light that beckons a kingdom forward ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ falling is trusting that the world will catch you ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ let us fill in the gaps of memory with those anew ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . ( all answered asks )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ kindred smile and soul; offering all she is and was ・ 【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; who motherhood cannot ever forget ・ 【 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . ( drabbles of the muse )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the daughter known by her gentle hand ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . ( headcanons or meta written about the muse )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ is love not simply the strength of both kin and stranger ・ 【 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 】 . ( any quotes from literature that are reblogged )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ a promise to never erase ・ 【 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 】 . ( posts that are reblogged that were not written by myself but contain an interaction with my muse that i want to save )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ mun; barely ・ 【 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ thread name ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ mission name ・ 【 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 】 .

[innerchorus]

Mage Hunt AU Drabble #2

Context for this AU: Hilmes has a dead younger brother, Gurgin has a dead older brother, and after finding out that Team Zahhak were responsible for this Gurgin switches sides and starts working with Hilmes to eliminate them. A previous drabble featuring this setting can be found here.)

The fire, which had flared sickly purple when they burned the dead mage’s clothes, now glowed with a low heat.

“Bahman used to like telling me tales of the days of Jamshid,” Hilmes mused quietly, his eyes never leaving the dying flames. “I thought them mere myths at the time, but…” Gurgin was listening, his pupils shining a dull red in the firelight. “He used to say that Jamshid let a snake into his bed, and did not see it for what it was.”

“They like the warmth,” Gurgin said drowsily, curled against his chest between him and the fire.

Gurgin's red eyeshine is a practical physical enhancement for someone who spends a lot of time underground in darkness or operating under cover of night. Was it an augmentation given to him by his Master or a gradual change that came about due to his affiliation with Zahhak and his use of magic? Who knows. By which I mean I'm currently undecided, but the aesthetic is A+

Maybe Bahman did invent and embellish some tales for young Hilmes (who, despite what he says, definitely believed in them all at the time) but there's obviously a kernel of truth to some. I headcanon that Bahman is from an old Parsian family whose lineage can be traced back to the time of Kaykhusraw, and most of the tales he tells have been passed down for generations in the oral tradition.

Team Zahhak's clothing itself seems to have some nasty properties in the novels (see strips of it attacking people, poisonous needles hidden inside, etc) so that's why they're burning it here, and that also explains why the flames turn a strange colour. The way Arakawa draws their cloaks seems suggestive of this to me too, specifically the ragged outline. It could just be a way to convey the fact that the mages all have a very unpleasant aura, but I like the thought that even their clothing might be dangerous.

@tired-reader-writer you've probably now figured out the identity of Jamshid's lover who Hilmes mentioned in my fic, ahaha. (I did want to warn you that you wouldn't like it, but decided to wait until I'd posted this.)

[etoilerrante]

munday - toa anniversary edition!

repost, don't reblog. tagging the rest of toa <3 ty neffi for the template!

Name: Red!

Pronouns: She/Her

Birthday (no year): October 13th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? I’m from the Midwest of the US, but I’m moving to New York in- less than a week! 

Roleplay experience: God... overall maybe 8 years? I’ve been playing D+D for about the same time :) 

Got any pets? Parents have 5 Adam Driver cats (which I post frequently) and two dogs. I’d like to have my own betta fish again after I’m settled in. 

Favorite time of year: Fall! I'm a halloween girl.

Some interests and things you like: D+D, Vocaloid, birdwatching

Some funfacts & trivia about you: I’ve been singing almost my entire life. I picked it up after my parents tried to get me to play piano but my hands would not cooperate. Also, I read tarot cards. 

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Pikmin, Project Diva/Sekai, Honkai Star Rail, Taiko no Tatsujin

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Flying type and Umbreon. 

How did you get into Fire Emblem? My friend was playing 3 Houses and told me he loved it. I had gotten some money for Easter and decided to use it on 3h. I didn’t really get into Fire Emblem until I pulled Reyson in FEH and instantly fell in love with his design. 

What Fire Emblem games have you played? I’ve only ever finished Engage and it’s my biggest shame. 

First Fire Emblem game: 3 Houses

Favorite Fire Emblem game: Tellius 

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 you know this already

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays?- Awakening: I have plans to S-support Stahl because he took a crit for my Robin. Fairytale romance imo- Three Houses: Claude - Engage: Kagetsu!!! Silly guy... 

Favorite Fire Emblem class: Dancer

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? Dancer again

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Golden Deer 

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? SIGURD!!!!! :DDD 

How did you find TOA? I wanted to RP Reyson, so I went looking for somewhere with openings. 

Current TOA muses: Just Phina for now. 

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Reyson. I would like to drabble with him again, but I feel his muse is pretty dead and it makes me happy to see other people writing him with such care. 

Have you had any other TOA muses? Yeah... I’ve had an embarrassing amount of muses here. Reyson, Janaff, Plumeria, Sanaki, Midir, Kagetsu. Most of their blogs are still up and their URLs are on my about page on Phina’s blog. 

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? People in love and The Horrors. Recently I’ve really wanted to write about the horrors. 

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? It changes all the time! I find my favorite writing happens when I'm in sync with where the muse is at, for better or worse.

Favorite TOA-related memory: I'll never forget the friendship between Barely's Ophelia and my Janaff.

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔tee-oh-ay. Like the letters. But I do call everyone the Toasters. Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day that you’d like to share? 😉 I thought about writing Nephenee for a while? Weird. I also have an Embla blog lying around...

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Coming Back

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings x The Last Kingdom) Pairing: Ubbe/Uhtred/Reader Warnings: Mentions of M/M, S3xual Content, Mentions of F/F Rating: M Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: The Dane Chronicles were brought up the other day and I had to. It's been a while, but I couldn't help myself. They're back!

Catch Up Here

Cross legged on Uhtred's living room floor, you looked between the two men on the couch. Ubbe was looking worn down and Uhtred like a cat who was about to sneak attack a canary. You had watched this song and dance before. Uhtred was about to get a wild idea and drag you and Ubbe into his plan. Earlier they had been reminiscing about the show you had given Ubbe with their boss' daughter, Aethelflaed.

Poor Uhtred, missing out. Too bad. You really didn't care. It had been his idea to back out, besides he'd already slept with her once. It didn't stop him from prying details out of Ubbe. A grin on your face, as you licked your lips, as if remembering her taste.

Why was Uhtred still involved in your sex life? Your mind began to wander.

He was supposed to be a one time birthday surprise, yet somehow he was involved in nearly every damn decision these days. Perhaps secretly you enjoyed his muscular frame, wild hair, and that cocky grin that never left his stupidly handsome face. At the end of the day, your heart still went back home to Ubbe, he was arrogant when he needed to be, but his stillness and that soft touch kept you. He was yours and that was never going to change.

“You,” Uhtred pointed at you, “owe me.”

“Why? You decided not to join us. We gave you plenty of time and you didn't show.” You shrug, picking at a piece of imaginary lint. “Ah well, we didn't need you anyway. I handled it fine, all by myself.”

“Fucking right she did.” Ubbe mumbled, shifting in his seat. He still got hard thinking about the way she wrapped her legs around your head as you worked that magic.

“See. So, new topic.” You put the bowl of cheddar and onion chips back on the table.

As if your words were meaningless, Uhtred shook his head. This wasn't over. You owed him and he was going to collect in the fastest way possible. The trick was handing over the opportunity. Once he laid the bait, you would snatch it in a heartbeat. Despite what you led Ubbe to believe, you were enjoying this as much as they were. If not more. After all, it was you who usually benefited the most.

"What about one of your brothers?" Uhtred threw the conversation out there.

Ubbe shrugged. Hvitserk may be down, or Sigurd. He was in no way entertaining the idea of Ivar. He was too bitchy. Bjorn had too much of a stick up his ass. It wasn't really that appealing. Although, if he did have to share you, again...with somebody other than Uhtred. He had a brother in mind.

"You want to watch your brother have sex?" You glance at Ubbe with a head tilt.

If he agreed there would be absolutely nothing stopping you from calling Ivar and asking him. He was a fucking menace to society, spoiled, selfish, and a down right prick at times – but you had a theory that once in bed he could channel all of that into the best fucking sex possible. He probably didn't like to share, but that was fine. Ubbe and Uhtred could watch while he showed you who was in charge. Ubbe tried, but he was too sweet. Uhtred was too flighty, although he tried.

"Maybe, I don't know." Ubbe picked at the chips in the bowl.

"I gave Sigurd his first hand job." Uhtred shoved a handful of chips in his mouth. You and Ubbe glancing at him like he had three heads. "Someone had to do it."

The idea of Uhtred jerking off Sigurd gave your mind a whole new fantasy. Sigurd was shy, quiet, and damn near bashful. Perhaps you would hold off on that phone call to Ivar. The idea of Sigurd moaning while the dark haired Dane stroked him to release, oh boy. Sometimes you wondered if Sigurd even liked girls.

Ubbe didn't look all that convinced by the idea of picking a brother for you and Uhtred to take to bed. Fair. Watching your brother plow your girl could make for a very awkward family dinner. Uhtred was too busy stuffing his face to actually come up with a solid idea. He wanted the glory, but always left you or Ubbe to do the work. Biting your lip, wrinkling your nose, you sit staring into space. There had to be someone.

Someone or Something. No Someone.

Someone that Ubbe, Uhtred, and yourself were comfortable with. Finan would absolutely agree to another exploit, too bad Ubbe and Uhtred had been intimidated by the Irishman and his endowment. They would never agree. Pity.

If you were to find someone, then it had to be someone who Ubbe would trust. Someone he would consider as a serious thought, not a drunken notion in the moment. Few people fit that bill, except...

"I know!" You beam at the sudden thought. Ubbe and Uhtred looking at you in anticipation. "Alfred!"

"We are not fucking our boss!" Ubbe shouted, a panic in his voice.

Shaking your head you laugh. "Not that one. Athelstan's son, you know that Alfred."

"He gave my brother's friend a blow job once." Uhtred continued talking to himself.

You could easily picture him doing such a thing. He was pretty, dark hair, nice eyes. Not the typical rugged and manly type that you favoured, but he was certainly Ubbe's type. Feminine, delicate, and that body. Phew. You'd seen him at a few pool parties to know that he was certainly worth getting to know.

“Would he?” Ubbe mused, rubbing his hand against his bearded chin.

“I can't see why not. I mean, we would have to be delicate about asking. He may not be into it, but I doubt it.”

“He likes men and women.” Uhtred offered the knowledge he held. “Isn't shy to give or receive, so I am told. He doesn't even need to be drunk or high.”

Ubbe groaned. Why did he let the two of you talk him into such things? Alfred, tall, slender, dark haired Alfred. Although a pious looking man, Ubbe had heard the same rumours as Uhtred. He wouldn't mind exploring those rumours. In his mind it would be Alfred, Uhtred, and himself. Knowing it would drive you crazy to be excluded. No doubt Uhtred would agree, as part of his payback for you fucking Aethelflaed – like a woman possessed – without him there to watch.

“I am pretty sure my dad fucked his dad once, back in the day. I feel like Bjorn told us they had a threesome with his mom.” Repeating what his older brother had once drunkenly confessed, Ubbe shrugged. “Could be fun.”

Tagging: (people who read the originals or recently asked to be tagged): @whenimaunicorn @ceridwenofwales @mrsarnasdelicious @sunshinepanic @alicedopey @naaladareia @velvetvowsandvikingdreams @ilovetaquitosmmmm

[pontevoix]

EVERYONE    KNOWS    ME    NOW    ?          a    man    is    but an    empty shell.               i.               private    & selective    multimuse     featuring     animanga muses from     SHINGEKI     NO     KYOJIN,     HAIKYUU,     JUJUTSU     KAISEN,     &     more.               ii.              written     by     hale,     21+,     she/hers.          iii.               𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴.    𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴.   𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.          iv.           rules    &    roster    below.    𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒    𝐈𝐒    𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐗.   

FORMAT  -  i  typically  use  small  font  &  iconless,  but  i'm  deeply  thinking  about  abandoning  small  text.  granted,  tumblr  makes  no  sense  so  .  .  .  things  change.  that  being  said,  i  typically  just  try  to  keep  my  threads  tidy  for  my  own  sake  of  mind.  please  cut  threads.  all  fine  by  me!  accessibility  is  my  top  priority,  so  if  there's  anything  that  you  need  -  please  let  me  know. 

WRITING  -  in  theory,  i  prefer  paras.  i’ve  been  working  over  the  past  few  years  on  cutting  down  my  writing  &  making  it  more  concise,  so  please  forgive  me  if  i  don’t  match  length.  that  being  said  --  please  don’t  feel  obligated  to  match  length  yourself.  it’s  going  to  take  me  a  while  to  get  a  reply  out  in  general,  but  that’s  just  a  head’s  up!  to  be  honest,  i  largely  anticipate  that  most  of  my  written  content  will  be  styled  as  drabbles  or  headcanons.

SHIPS-  generally  speaking  (  unless  it’s  canonically  based  )  .  .  .  i  don’t  really  like  to  begin  threads  with  established  relationships.  if  we  talk  about  it  ahead  of  time,  of  course  then  --  it’s  fair  game!  beyond  that,  i’m  pretty  flexible  when  it  comes  to  ships  -  so  long  as  it’s  chemistry-based.  this  honestly  shouldn't  have  to  be  said,  but  if  you  support  a  ship  where  characters  meet  when  one  is  a  minor  &  the  other  is  an  adult  ?  please  soft  block  me.  furthermore, 

NSFW  -  nsfw  content  on  this  blog  will  be  scarce,  if  present  at  all.  although  i  am  much  older  than  eighteen,  i  do  not  want  to  write  or  post  smut  on  my  blog.  nsfw  mentions  may  pop  up,  in  which  case  i’ll  tag  it  as  cw  nsft.  if  it  is  appropriate,  then  it  may  come  up  in  discord  -  i’m  okay  with  that  so  long  as  all  parties  do  so  respectfully  &  are  of  age.  also,  i  do  not  support  aging  up  characters  for  nsfw  material. 

MAINS/EXCLUSIVES  -  i'm  currently  affiliated  with  @mindsafe,  @herkn1fe  /  @deiikara,  @chaoslulled, & @w4rche1f.  some  ship  priority  goes  to  these  fabulous  people  because  we  talk  like we can't stop yapping,  but  honestly  ?  i  don't  mind  following  duplicates  for  the  sake  of  community  even  when our  own  writing  is  impacted.  truthfully,  i  struggle  to  articulate  myself  here.  apologies  !

TRIGGERS  -  while  i  don’t  have  any  specific  triggers,  i  do  thoroughly  appreciate  content  warnings  on  especially  violent  content  (  i.e.  assault,  abuse,  drug  abuse  ).  likewise,  i  will  tag  material  that  i  think  of  as  sensitive  –  usually  as  cw  ___.  if  there  is  something  that  you  specifically  would  like  tagged,  please  let  me  know.  i  am  happy  to  accommodate  you!  also,  don’t  perpetuate  gross  things  like  underage  stuff,  transphobia,  homophobia,  &  racism.

REBLOG  KARMA  -  i  don’t  necessarily  believe  in  reblog  karma,  but  i  will  usually  try  to  reblog  memes  from  the  source  rather  than  the  blog.  i  am  a  big  fan  of  sending  in  memes,  anyway  so  it  all  works  out.  that  being  said  -  feel  free  to  reblog  stuff  from  me!

STARTERS  &  MEMES  -  generally  speaking,  all  prompts  &  opens  are  for  mutuals  only.  you  are  welcome  to  send  in  requests  for  more  than  one,  of  course!  i’m  open  to  it  all.

THE  WRITER  -  okay!  i’m  hale  (  formerly  georgie  ).  i’m  twenty-seven,  &  i’m  psychology  graduate  student.  i'm  currently  doing  research  in  gambling  addiction.  i  have  a  tendency  to  dissociate  from  my  messages,  apologies!i  move  at  snail’s  pace,  but  even  if  i  don’t  show  activity  on  this  blog  for  literal  centuries  .  .  .  i  am  still  here!  plotting  to  return!  also  please  feel  free  to  reach  out  &  say  hi  whenever  -  i’m  happy  to  chat  out  of  character!  though  i’m  also  terribly  slow  (it  may  take  me  weeks)  with  dms,  so  don’t  be  discouraged!

haikyuu    tsukishima    kei,    tanaka    ryuunosuke,    lev    haiba,    ukai    keishin,    shirabu    kenjirō,    ushijima    wakatoshi,    yahaba    shigeru,    koushi    sugawara,    kageyama    tobio,    tendou    satori    

my    hero    academia    bakugo    mitsuki    

fullmetal    alchemist    edward    elric,    alphonse    elric    

attack    on    titan    erwin    smith,    mike    zacharias,    marlo    freudenberg,  tom  ksaver,  farlan  church,  connie  springer,  jean  kirstein  (private),  armin  arlert,  uri reiss, who  knows    

blue    lock    itoshi    rin,    mikage    reo    

jujutsu    kaisen    shoko    ieiri,    todo    aoi,    gojo    satoru,    nobara    kugisaki,    yu    haibara    

tokyo    ghoul    takizawa    seidou,    hanbee    abara

hunter x hunter leorio paladiknight, hisoka (private)