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[moonlit-stay]

morning sex w/ soft!dom felix??

<3

Hi, I'm so, very sorry it has taken me so long to release this. I was in the process of writing all my content for kinktober when I got this request😭

With that being said, your request can be found here <33

Thank you so much for requesting this, I hope you enjoy <3

[chuuyrr]

hihi!! The event is soo cute💞 I would like to participate if it's okay!!!

Selfship- fyodor!

Im not sure what else I'm supposed to say? But since I'm on anon ig I'll just say a bit about me- I loovee reading books of all genre (apart from romance is suppose) and cannot live without my headphones😔 I also enjoy playing the piano ( cello duet with fyodor... shaking and screaming....)

I am a firm believe this dude does NOT like walking, sucks to be him however as I very much enjoy my evening walks and would definitely drag him along

I hope that much is fine, I do not want to rant too much 😭😭 please tell me if I need to add/remove anything! Thank you >:D

what taylor swift song fits you and your selfship (mini-event)

[ 🎧 ] : lavender haze (acoustic version) by taylor swift is playing . . !

⊹ daydream: imagine.. yourself on an evening stroll with fyodor. even though he is not a walker, he finds the cool breeze in the air and the quiet night to be soothing, especially when he notices the moonlight delicately highlighting your face. his cold heart warms as he notices how lovely you are in the moonlight. you sigh as you feel him stop in his tracks since you were holding hands. but, much to your surprise, he merely draws you to him. you look up at him, puzzled, and your face warms as he wraps his arms around you endearingly, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple before leaning his head against yours, "the moon is quite beautiful tonight," he whispers, "stay with me beneath the moonlit sky like this for a while, my love."

I feel The lavender haze creeping up on me Surreal I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal The 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

⊹ thoughts: not gonna lie, finding a taylor swift song for fyodor was a challenge, but going a little forward to taylor's latest songs, lavender haze? especially the acoustic version with the guitar that sounded so enchanting—i really imagined you and fyodor going on an evening walk, and miss swiftie said it turns out that it’s a common phrase used in the 50s where they would just describe being in love. so, if you were in a lavender haze, that meant that you were in that all-encompassing love glow, and theoretically when you’re in the lavender haze, you’ll do anything to stay there <3

wanna know what taylor swift song i think fits you and your self ship? send me your selfship at my inbox now ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

[everlastiingiimmortals]

Tag Masterlist

Categorical Tags

OOC tag - //immortal; (OOC)

IC tag - //everlasting; (IC)

Ask tag - //an answer sought; (ASK)

Games/Ask Memes tag - //a game of chess; (DASH GAME/ASK MEME)

Starter/Inbox call - //call to arms; (STARTER CALL)

Open RP tag - //greeting on the wind; (OPEN)

Drabble tag - //memories of the past; (DRABBLE)

Art tag - mun art

Promo tag - //a name renowned; (PROMO)

Visage tag - //moonlit mirror; (DEPICTION)

Queue tag - //waiting on the wings; (QUEUE)

Wishlist tag - //wishing star; (WISHLIST)

Dynamic Tags

//there’s cruelty in your divinity / yet how can I not worship you?; (JING YUAN | LUOCHA [celestial-narwhal])//we had fire at our fingertips / lightning in our eyes; (JING YUAN | YINGXING [celestial-narwhal])//you were drowning darling / I did my best to keep you afloat; (JING YUAN | YINYUE [etherealguard])//caught in your web / but who’s the one telling lies?; (JING YUAN | KAFKA [grislyintentions]) //blaze the trail before us / i'll pull the lost up behind you; (RATIO | HIMEKO [chasersglow])//will you stay awhile? / i fear when dawn arrives you'll be gone; (RATIO | AVENTURINE [apocryphis])

Updated: 05.28.2023

[spooksgrove]

( hi it’s @merrymusings but tumblr shadowbanned my ability to im/message people on both merrymusings & this acc when i tried to im yall a private post so ... tagging everyone who liked the original post & praying for the best lol.  i messaged support so hopefully it’ll be restored.  for now, please inbox me your muse info and discord id as requested below so we can communicate. ) 

thanks for showing interest in my idea about a short-term rp plot based on adults staying in a haunted airbnb for their hs reunion !!

here’s how it’s going to work: 

there will be a short term writing group ( ~2-4 weeks depending on how much we wanna keep going ) about muses who are adults ( 32-55 yrs old ) renting a large haunted airbnb house together as they go back to their hometown to attend their high school reunion.  there can be angsty, dramatic, fun connections all around —we will have at least a full day to plot out connections— but all muses are loosely tied together as part of a former high school friend group.  muses can also be the current significant other of someone from that friend group who did not attend the high school but is traveling to the reunion with them if you plot that out with someone. 

here is the link to the full plot !!  my pinned post will also have a list of all the participating blogs, muse list, tags to track, and anything else relevant once we get everyone settled in here. 

basics for the closed group: 

ideally we’ll have 5-15 muns;  all muns must be 18+

muns can play 1 or 2 muses if they wish

everyone will need to make a dedicated blog for the duration of the group to keep things clean

super low pressure— the group will NOT have a traditional “main”, no formal rules, no admin oversight or activity checks

similar to indie rp  ( i will organize this and get everyone together/make plot announcements, but i will not be babysitting yall so pls be aware of that ♡ ) 

we will have a plot, tags & optional ooc discord to facilitate everyone interacting with each other in a closed group setting.  all ic interactions will take place on tumblr dash.

if you want to join, just fill out this simple info and send it to me via inbox on my muse acc @spooksgrove the end of tomorrow (10/14.)  it’s just to make sure no one is using the same fc or name.  don’t use any problematic fcs pls- if you have to ask, assume the answer is no. 

                           **all muses AND fcs must be between ages 32-55** 

— wow, i haven’t seen FIRST NAME LAST NAME in ages!  IC PRONOUNCS look(s) just like FACECLAIM now.  did you hear the rumor:  SECRET ABOUT YOUR MUSE THAT THEIR FORMER CLASSMATES DON’T KNOW.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( OOC ALIAS/NAME  /  discord#id if u want the ooc discord server ) 

current taken fcs:  bradley cooper  ,,  aubrey plaza  ,,  tom hardy  ,,  gemma chan  ,,  tiffany boone  ,,  roberta colindrez  ,,  daniel henney  ,,  oliver jackson-cohen  ,,  jessica chastain  ,,  phillipa soo  ,,  anna diop  ,,  nathalie emmanuel  ,,  jenny slate  ,,  ben barnes  ,,  daveed diggs

tomorrow (friday oct 14) ill send out a link to an optional ooc discord.  ALL ic interactions will take place on tumblr and on the dash.  discord is mostly to keep track of everyone, offer plots & starters, and have our lil ooc chat.  ic intros can be posted on tumblr and linked in discord,  and plotting with each other can begin once i announce.

by saturday (oct 15) everyone will need to send me their blog url.  if you have 2 muses you can make 1 mumu blog for them or make 2 blogs.  ooc plotting will continue throughout the day.

on sunday (oct 16) we will begin posting starters and writing ic! 

@hcnnchmcntcnc ,, @dear-indies  ,,  @bethcassiidy  ,,  @everlightresources  ,, @wndrbcy ,,  @horrorfyed ,, @sundrunked  ,,  @isobelevens ,,  @amberlewrites ,, @vodkacherries  ,,  @cursedmusings  ,,  @juliaxescarra  ,,  @lonemoose  ,,  @nvcowrites  ,,  @rgerz  ,,  @moonlitely

[mxdnightlvers]

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[roanniee]

We have officially reached 100 Citizens in Atlantis!

In order to convey our gratitude, the Royal Family of Atlantis is hosting a ball in the Castle Ballroom. You are all welcome, along with the Royals from the Kingdom of Jujutsu Kaisen, and the Haikyuu Empire, along with a few special guests from the Realm of My Hero Academia.

The ball is split between two Ballroom Halls; The Sunlit Hall and the Moonlit Hall.

For the sake of the ball preparations, seating is limited, and you can only choose one Hall to attend, so make sure to RSVP as soon as you can! Mail seahorses are quick, and it is first come, first serve!

You do not have to be a citizen to attend! All are welcome!

Here are the information for the halls.

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝓁

The Sunlit Hall is where you will encounter the Royal of your dreams.

It will be under the tag {Sunlit Hall}

It is SFW, so minors are welcome!

All you need to do is return the invitation in the inbox, but it needs to have five key details.

Your RSVP must contain information whether it is fluff or angst.

Your RSVP must contain a chosen trope. It does not have to be related to royalty.

Your RSVP must contain your chosen Royal. It can be only one, but two at the most.

Your RSVP must contain your pronouns, so I can cater to you specifically.

Your RSVP must contain three facts about yourself.

For example. "Hello! I'd like to RSVP for Sunlit Hall, with a fluff for a ballroom dance with Hinata Shouyou. My pronouns are they/them, and three facts about me is that I love to hike, I love coffee and I bake!"

If you wish to stay anonymous, you are welcome to do so!

In return for your RSVP, you will receive a little ficlet, between 300-1k words with your royal.

𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝓁

The Moonlit Hall s where you will entice your royal for a fun night. It is purely an 18+ hall.

Due to the nature of the Moonlit Hall, anonymous asks are not allowed.

Minors are not allowed either. Please block the {Moonlit Hall} tag.

With your choice, it could be just suggestive or a full on scene.

In order to be in the Moonlit Hall, your RSVP must contain four key details.

The name of your chosen Royal.

You must send in a picture or a moodboard of whatever you wish to wear to entice your royal with.

Your Pronouns.

Your choice between suggestive or a small smut ficlet.

For suggestive asks, you need to bring in three facts about yourself.

For smut ficlets, please add in your top kink.

In return for your RSVP, you will receive a piece between 100-500 words.

The Royal Family of Atlantis thanks you for your support and appreciates you all immensely!

©Roannie 2021 Please do not plagiarise or repost my works.

[moonlit-stay]

Bro is it just me or is the hyunjin smut tag not working 😭 i tried to update the app but it updated yesterday 💀

I just checked and the tags are working for me, but I haven't updated the app yet and now I'm scared to😭

[parkerxchesteruwu]

Chapter 1: Danger

Beads of sweat fell from his face as he struggled to keep his breath manually altered, rhythmic and tranquil, holding himself from the flickering flame beneath his own skin. He could feel the wick he’d shown to the world slowly begin to spark; a lighter was being held up against his heart and he was letting it happen.

He’d always found himself to be the skeptical type - never stopping to listen to something out of his own field of view. Even the most stubborn were aware of their own stubborn tendencies. But now, in this light, when things were dim, he’d become open to possibility. Whether crawling too close to the moonlit fire was dangerous was up for interpretation.

“Parker..”

His own name rolled off the tongue of the man beneath him. The darkness struggled to highlight the smaller’s features, but even now he could pinpoint the rigid jawline and angular facial characteristics of his best friend. What had led them to be so close, lips moments away from connecting, was beyond him - one booze after another fogs the brain. His breaths were labored, and smelt like alcohol. He knew it was only the chemicals in his brain that were making him act like this; and even so, it felt right. The crisp lines of light from the half-open blinds shining illumination onto the other man’s features told him so. In the harshness - helplessness of the moment, he couldn’t help but say his friend’s name back.

“Chester.”

-

“Hey, dude, come have a look at this.”

Parker’s eyelids fluttered at his best friend’s voice. He stood in the corner of the room the two of them always found themselves in; Parker’s kitchen, where they’d edit content for money and split the pay at the end. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy making videos to put on youtube, though there were cons. Having corporate business owners ask him, ‘What do you do for a living?’ was a problem in itself. But he knew he had it well enough. 

Parker responded to Chester’s words with a frenzied smile - he knew the drowsiness of the half-open blinds revealing nothing but black and strips of illumination were getting to him. Sleepless nights of editing footage for a video that’d probably get copyright stricken within a day did numbers on the man’s strength to stay awake. His ambition to work normally coincided with his desire to create - his stubborn tendencies, maybe. He’d been told in his early childhood something along the lines of ‘When you start things, you see it through to its completion’. Parker supposed that was productive in all the ways it could be; but in terms of his mental health, that’s where things plummeted. 

Without a worded response, Chester’s eyes darted to the figure making his way over, and he cocked his head to the side and crossed his arms, leaning back on the wooden chair he comfortably sat at. “Can’t you turn on the lights or something?” He stifled back a chuckle at Parker’s drowsy state, “The blinds are making your forehead look shinier than your career.”

“Our career,” Parker retaliated with a playful undertone. Their banter was always something he savored with a gentle delicacy - it was something only they could have, and it was personal. Their mixing personalities intertwining together to make whatever their lives were brought a special touch to Parker’s daily struggle. It was the lighter of an unlit hole - the fire in a dark cave. Something he held onto with a passion. A stubborn, arrogant passion.

Chester smiled with sincerity. “Anyway, take a look.” His hands gestured to a laptop screen with its brightness at the lowest setting - requested by Parker himself - displaying an email inbox they’d come back to every couple of weeks. the same old same old, but he savored it. He savored everything when it came to Chester.

“What am I looking at?” Parker bit back a grin. He could feel his friend’s all-so-familiar glare seething into his features, and then came the scoff. “The email.” Parker saw it crystal clear. “Which one?”

“Parker.” Chester’s tone was a little more serious, and he still managed to forget he was smiling. Parker could pinpoint the exact curvature he’d see when the smaller man grinned. It was something he did a lot, according to Parker; he was bad at pretending to feel something he wasn’t. Lying was a given weak point, too. 

“Sorry, sorry.”

His eyelids drifted into pale submission as Parker found himself lowering to Chester’s point of view - he stared at the screen and read through what he was instructed to; a video proposal, and an idea. A muttered “What do you think?” came from his best friend, left unto Parker. Parker’s thoughts.

“I think,” He began, leaning upwards again and placing a hand on the table Chester sat at, gripping the wooden ledge. “We should worry about it tomorrow.” The light dripping through from the half-open blinds hit his irises in just the right spot and he had to blink. “Be serious.” Parker bit back with a nonchalant glare. “Be quiet.”

He found his feet propelling him to a colder part of the kitchen, locking eyes with the food-bank; the fridge. Unstable cognition and the need for relief brought his hands to the freezer, pulling on the handle in safety. He felt safe, like this. 

He could feel Chester’s eyes glued onto his figure. He reached into the freezing compartment and grabbed hold of an icy cold beer - a bottle he could hold onto without it slipping from his hands. His hands fit around it nicely. He stopped for a moment, and in the silence he’d grabbed another - not for himself, but for his friend.

“You can’t get drunk while we’re working.” Chester scoffed, typing away at his laptop’s keyboard. “Nobody said I was getting drunk. Just a few drinks, is all..” He closed the freezer with a nudge of his foot, “Besides. You should be thanking me.” Chester’s eyes darted from the screen to Parker’s hands and he rolled them in his realization. “I brought you one too.”

“Oh, however will I repay you for this kind act..” Chester’s sarcastic tone lingered on his words, falling off his tongue like they were meant to be. Parker took the opportunity. “Drink with me.” He found a seat next to Chester and placed the two bottles on the table, small drops of icy water falling onto the table. It probably tasted refreshing, by the look of it. Though dimly lit, it felt like they were in one of those beer ads.

To enjoy something like this with his friend was something he savored, too. Everything was held onto when it came to Chester - looks, and smiles, and words. A gentle admiration he displayed in small acts of sarcasm. He really adored his friend.. and he was surprised he’d stuck around to deal with someone like him, too.

“Just for you, your majesty.” Chester stifled an ‘annoyed’ grin and took hold of one of the bottles, leading Parker to do the same. “Cheers.”

Parker knew that he was tough to be around. Even in his good moments, he was to-the-point, and a skeptic. He’d be left with strong, solid evidence and still want to go further. He was one to go beyond his limits - his personal boundaries - and he knew it was dangerous, but the edge of it kept him going. Out with the old, and in with the new. Things were always new with Chester.

They took a swig in dismembered sync, feeling the icy cold substance fall down their throats and into their body system. It was relieving, and sharp, and had an edge to it that was dangerous. Parker knew he’d be getting drunk that night; the first sip had pulled him into that mindset. but at least he’d be getting drunk with Chester.

Drinks and drinks, laugh after laugh, his clock out of service and the night still apparent. They were in Parker’s living room now, on their 3rd, or 2nd, or something along the lines of that. Parker’s distinguishable features were covered by the blindspot of their dimly-lit illumination, as were Chester’s.

He felt safe like this. Even in his intoxicated state, he felt safe, knowing he could spend his nights savoring these moments like he always did. He savored Chester. What did it mean, to savor Chester?

“So...” Chester was in the middle of speaking through slurred sentences and giddy hiccups. He wasn’t new to the feeling of being drunk; of course, you’re not always aware of it when it happens. But he knew when Parker had sat next to him that it was how the night would end, and he’d accepted it before his mouth could say it straight.

The blinds’ lights shifted as a passing car’s headlights focused the illumination on a different part of the open spaces, and Chester’s features - his angular jawline, and rigid facial characteristics - were heightened, through the crisp sheen of light. It was only for a split second, but through the blurred moments and loss of time it felt too long to be normal. A moment where everything Parker savored was there, in front of him, in safety. He felt safe like this, in savor. But he also knew he had a knack for going over the edge. Feeling dangerous.

Before he could pinpoint what he was doing, his own desire to feel unsafe poured over him, and his glares became heavier, and more personal. He felt safe like this, but he loved to go beyond the boundary. Cross the line, just to see how it goes.

It seemed like Chester noticed it too. His breaths became shorter, but deeper, if that made any sense. The alcohol had gotten to the two of them hours ago and the air felt hot. Thick. Passing cars became the only noises beyond their own breaths. This was the taste-test of beyond savor - beyond Parker’s limit, his own morals, and his own thoughts. He knew it was weird of him to be like this. He knew it was wrong, because he’d never think of Chester of anything other than his friend. But that’s what he felt safe in, and he was ravenous for danger.

He moved closer. He liked the way danger felt. Sharp, and blunt, all at the same time. Chester’s grip on his bottle faltered as he placed his beer down on the coffee table near the couch. In his arrogance, he knew that Chester was aware of his hunger, and whether he was hungry too was beyond him.

Thick. Thick, and heavy, the air felt almost intoxicating to hold in his lungs. This was scary, and this was dangerous. The way the adrenaline pumped through him was addicting.

There was no time to savor, now. Opportunity arose and Parker was ready to fall victim to his arrogance. Once starting something, he’d see it through to its completion. 

A hand moved to Chester’s thigh, clothed in demin jean he couldn’t remember the colour of in the dim light. After a moment of thick silence and awaited protest, the flags of danger rung in his brain, realizing Chester was not stopping this. The hunger for danger.. all of it, turned to Chester, his best friend. Savoring Chester was just a fool’s copout for the hint of something more beneath his glares. No words. Just thoughts, and emotions, and silent compliance. he wanted this. Chester wanted danger, too.

Beads of sweat fell from his face as he struggled to keep his breath manually altered, rhythmic and tranquil, holding himself from the flickering flame beneath his own skin. He could feel the wick he’d shown to the world slowly begin to spark; a lighter was being held up against his heart and he was letting it happen.

He’d always found himself to be the skeptical type - never stopping to listen to something out of his own field of view. Even the most stubborn were aware of their own stubborn tendencies. But now, in this light, when things were dim, he’d become open to possibility. Whether crawling too close to the moonlit fire was dangerous was up for interpretation.

“Parker..”

His own name rolled off the tongue of the man beneath him. The darkness struggled to highlight the smaller’s features, but even now he could pinpoint the rigid jawline and angular facial characteristics of his best friend. What had led them to be so close, lips moments away from connecting, was beyond him - one booze after another fogs the brain. His breaths were labored, and smelt like alcohol. He knew it was only the chemicals in his brain that were making him act like this; and even so, it felt right. The crisp lines of light from the half-open blinds shining illumination onto the other man’s features told him so. In the harshness - helplessness of the moment, he couldn’t help but push himself onto the man, kissing him with silent fury, only to pull away and say his friend’s name back.

“Chester.”

[hobidreams]

I stayed up until 4.30am reading Moonlit Throne twice. I can’t believe how amazing it is. Hell I might even read it a third time. Thank you so much for blessing us with you beautiful writing!

🤧🤧 omg thank you so much!!!! i think there are definitely lil bits that can change meaning or stand out once context is realized so i hope it wasn’t too repetitive reading it back to back 😭💕 you are the sweetest!! thank you for this bit of joy in my inbox 💖

[ardenssolis]

@swordrisen​ said (inbox):

Limbs , tender , reach for him among the flames. The fire soft & warm , skies starry as the master curls for rest , parting from the near snowy paths. She reaches with a gentleness for the Pharaoh , bringing him down again her heart , finger tips softly tapping 'pon his shoulder as she hums against the moonlit snow. Lips soon part , the song soft & haunting as it waves from tonality , sung an old way from her land. 

❛❛ Wisteria , wisteria , again the sky , keeping at bay the evil that stings. Lotus , lotus , do you hear my thoughts , the blood that seeps the water ? Sun , sun , come to the sky again , chase the darkness. Away , let the evil float away ; let the evil float away. Repent , oh repent , deep beast. Laughter on the wind , dance with me in the sunny skies , the blades that swing in the night cutting our fears. Let there come a day , a night , where evil is no more , in the thousandfold midnight light. Century of tears turn to joy. Soul , soul , weeping of the dead , laugh in the final freedom. The sun will come , a moment wasted no more. Dawn , dawn , break against the dying of the light. Dance , dance with me among the sunny skies. Dance , dance with me in the laughter of dawn , all sin burned away. ❜❜ 

A tilt of her head down to him , a laughter against the soft skies ; the wisteria , forever blooming 'pon that sunlit mountain. ❛❛ Dance with me , in the sunny skies , let our cries become laughter as we become the petals that cut the evil moon. ❜❜ Forehead rested again his own for a moment , song finally dying away. ❛❛ Sorry , I got carried away by the warmth. ❜❜

     HOW UNUSED TO WARMTH from another he was, but Koto was forever one to chase away the cold without so much as an ounce of hesitation. Even the most distant of soul would find themselves at her mercy; the cold-eyed Demon Slayer that demons feared when night fell was nothing of the sort outside of combat. If anything, she was the very opposite in many ways. Though partially half-asleep, he did open his mouth to say something and break the quiet between them, but there was hardly a need to do so. A soft melody floated through the air in a language that at one time he would not have understood if not for the Throne of Heroes granting him the ability to comprehend. This was a song of comfort, a lullaby to chase away the fear that darkness brought along with beings that hid within its embrace as easily as an assassin did their shadows. Eventually it all came to an end, Koto laughing softly when it ended, her forehead soon to press against his own.

     ❝Is that a song that your people would sing to help children sleep?❞ His mother too used to sing lullabies to him, but there was one in particular that stayed with him from his years as a child up until he became an old man who could barely walk on his own. Koto’s song brought his mind back to that time, and for a moment, his mother’s melody filled his thoughts with a sense of nostalgia. He chuckled, his eyes closing once more, although he did not drift off to sleep just yet. ❝Only you would be so brazen as to embrace a king and sing a song to him without so much as asking permission to do so…but that is fine. I allow it.❞ The sleep that Koto had temporarily chased away would return with much more ease now even if he did not say this himself. There was no reason to. She could read between the lines better than most. When he thought about it, maybe like the song his mother shared with him, this one had meant much to her as well. ❝Sleep, Koto.❞

     There were no more evil moons to chase away.

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hey, hope you’re doing well and staying safe! I just have a quick question, do you have any sorts of advice on creating good analogies/similes/metaphors? From the super outrageous types to the super artistic. Thanks in advance :)

Analogy/Simile/Metaphor Tips

I only really have two to share, but I hope they’ll be helpful!

1) I heard a tip once long ago that has always stuck with me: wordplay works best when it is relevant to the story or situation in some way. Otherwise it can have the effect of pulling the reader out of the story. That’s definitely true for me. If I’m reading a futuristic sci-fi story that takes place on a sleek military spaceship, and the POV character walks into the enlisted mess and compares the mood of the room to the casual sophistication of diners at a Paris street cafe, unless that character happens to be French or has recently visited France, that’s going to seem really out of place to me. If the character is commenting on the casual sophistication of the other diners, perhaps a more fitting comparison would be that it was like walking into an informal dinner at the captain’s table.

2) Another thing to watch out for with wordplay is to make sure your character would have enough knowledge/experience of a thing that they would use it in a comparison to something else. For example, if I’m reading a far-future fantasy set in a forested kingdom, and the princess POV character walks out onto the moonlit beach beneath her coastal castle to meet her love, if she compares the color of his eyes to sun-baked desert sand, I’m going to instantly question what she knows of the desert. Is there a desert in her kingdom? Has she been to it? Has she seen paintings of it, and if so, would it make a big enough impression to her that this is the thing she calls to mind when looking at the eyes of her love? Would it make more sense for her to choose something more relevant to her world and experience? If you’re writing in third-person omniscient, maybe it doesn’t matter as much since your narrator is all-knowing, though it’s still probably a good idea not to be too random. But if you’re writing in third-person limited or first-person, these are good things to keep in mind. :)

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[fredheads]

farewells 🌈

Dear FREDHEADS,

This is going to be long and corny, so don't embarrass me.

It was always my intention to step off tumblr after Riverdale ended, and I think that day has finally come.

I hit 4,000 followers a little while ago, (thank you each and every one of you!) and coupled with the events of the finale it seems highly appropriate that I choose now to let this blog go for a bit.

It’s not because 1x13 hit me like a freight train, don’t worry! In fact you guys hilariously FLOODED me with messages when it happened and it reminded me how much I love being a part of this and how much love I have in my heart for every one of you.

When I started this blog as sunnyjughead, i had no idea what it would grow to be and I consider myself very lucky to have been the part of this fandom that I was. Having these interactions with you guys has been super special, and I will probably never forget these weird four months I poured into this TV show. I don’t know if I’ll be back for s2, (likely not) but if I am I hope I’ll be able to find some of the old crowd still kicking. You guys are awesome, awesome people.

I will still be on ao3 as jugheadjones, (writing Riverdale and Archie comics) and I’ll be staying in touch outside of Tumblr with anyone who’d like to keep in touch! I’ll also still be stanning Fred hard as ever.

If we talk a lot, or even if we never have, but you’d like a way to stay in touch with me, message me privately and I’ll let you know how to contact me while I’m away!

I’ll be around for the next few days, weaning myself off and saying my goodbyes. Keep tagging me in fix-it fics and remember me fondly when s2 starts up again! This blog isn’t being deleted, and chances are I’ll check the inbox periodically so feel more than free to come throw roses or keep me updated on how Fred’s doing in a year.

I want to shout out to everyone who messaged me or tagged me in posts checking up on me, thats:

@lodgeveronlcas @riverdale-since-2005 @hotdogwithagun @theblueandsilver @stydiabitches @drunktxt @friedwizardwhispers @riverdaleriarkle @moonlit-sunflower @notaboutthathetlife @riverdads @fredsythe @arojughead @makingyourfavesgay @destructivejughead @charlyhalinski @softreggiemantle @cherylxcx @autisticarchieandrews

And anyone I’ve missed!!

This got super long, so thanks for indulging me! With LOVE,

Julia 😏👉🏼👉🏼👷🏻

[ericfruits]

Nevada’s most notorious brothel-keeper is also a Republican candidate

“YOU’RE the master of your own destiny in this job, much like any small business owner.” So says Alice Little, who claims to be America’s top-earning legal prostitute, on track to book $1.2m this year. Next to an undulating sex sofa in an otherwise homely suite at the Moonlite Bunny Ranch, she lists the perks of her trade. They include flexible hours and prices that she alone sets. “I am my own boss. Everything I do is my choice,” she adds, in the evangelising tone of an entrepreneur.

Ms Little may soon find herself jobless. Residents of Lyon County—one of seven in Nevada that has legal brothels—will vote on an advisory measure to ban them on November 6th. The county’s four bordellos may shutter, leaving several hundred registered sex workers, bartenders and maintenance staff without work.

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Nevada’s sex trade is the only legal one in America and is as old as the state itself. Miners arrived in the mid-19th century, soon followed by gambling and prostitution. The vices stayed: attempts to ban the brothels in the post-war years faltered. State law forbids prostitution in the more densely populated counties: it is illegal in Las Vegas and Reno, though that is where most sex-workers covertly ply their trade. Nevada currently has 21 legal brothels. They sit off dusty, rural highways.

The anti-brothel crowd is a mix: some church folk, who see the issue in moral terms; some campaigners against sexual exploitation; and some business types, who fear it will deter investment in a nearby industrial zone. Brenda Sandquist, who runs a charity called Xquisite that counsels sex-workers, says they are treated like “meat.” She thinks they face abuse and that legalising prostitution brings an uptick in sex-trafficking.

Ms Little finds the idea that she is being exploited laughable. Prostitutes in Nevada are classified as independent contractors; most live elsewhere and arrive at the brothels for short stints, free to leave as they wish. They can turn down requests by clients, insists Dennis Hof, owner of Lyon County’s four bordellos. He aims to cultivate “a willing buyer, a willing seller, and a repeat customer.”

Prostitutes must pass a background check: felonies are disqualifying. They submit to weekly STD testing, and condoms are required. Rooms come equipped with panic buttons to guard against abusive johns, though Ms Little says she has used hers twice: once at the sight of a tarantula and once by accident. Freedom to work without fear of arrest is another relief. While stripping in Las Vegas, Tiara Tae, now a sex-worker at the Bunny Ranch, saw countless streetwalkers get “ho charges”—a “little bit of jail time and a huge-ass fine.” The illegal scene there was “shady” and required too much hustle to evade penalty.

Legalised prostitution seems safer. A study from Rhode Island, which in effect decriminalised indoor prostitution between 2003 and 2009, found that reported rape offences decreased by 30% and gonorrhoea cases by over 40%. No study has yet shown a causal link between legalised prostitution and people trafficking.

Mr Hof, a publicity-courting showman, suspects an ulterior motive behind the proposed ban. He is running for a state-assembly seat in November and thinks the ballot initiative was cooked up by his opponent in the Republican primary, a three-term incumbent, whom he trounced in June. That the two counties to contemplate a ban this year happen to be those where he owns brothels is no coincidence, he speculates. (In Nye County, anti-brothel campaigners failed to win enough signatures to get the measure on the ballot.)

He seems a shoo-in for his Trumpian district, even as police investigate allegations of sexual assault against him. (“Totally absurd,” he says when asked if they are true.) Grover Norquist, the anti-tax crusader, and Roger Stone, a longtime adviser to the president, came to this arid corner of Nevada to campaign on his behalf.

In all likelihood the proposed ban will go nowhere. Just 29% of Nevadans said they would ban prostitution in a recent poll. That share drops among rural residents. Mr Hof sees this as a matter of personal liberty for both the women and their clients—like owning guns, gambling, and smoking weed. That argument deserves some scrutiny. Ms Tae went broke three times before becoming a sex-worker. Aspen North, also of the Bunny Ranch, says family debt led her to the profession. Their choice of sex work does not make them victims of trafficking, but it suggests a lack of options owing to poverty. They can make ends meet safely now and would be hurt most by a ban. Moralisers, says the Republican candidate, “need to wake up.”

This article appeared in the United States section of the print edition under the headline "Bras and ballot initiatives"

[moonlit-stay]

Hii,can i be added to the jisung and felix taglist you dont have to if u dont want to

Hi, love!! Of course you can <3

Thank you so much for the interest <33

[moonlit-stay]

To my loveliest babe Bri 🤍

(it’s 12 am here now where I live so)

Happy, happy happiest birthday to you. Happy 20th birthday to you my love. Many many happy returns of the day and I hope this day and this year of your life brings you nothing but happiness, success, great opportunities, better people who appreciate you, prosperity and things you just love and want the most! Since the start of my tumblr journey, you’ve been a part of it. You’ve always been there to fangirl with me, to support me, to hype me up, appreciate me, make me feel special and most of all- be a dear friend to me even outside our fangirl lives. You’ve been there to listen to me talk, to share about your life and feelings with me, and let me inside your beautiful mind. I’m honoured to be able to be a part of your amazing life and get to love and respect such a smart, caring, talented and wonderful individual like you. I’m very lucky I’m able to call you a precious friend. I hope skz get to meet you one day, I hope they know how much you’ve supported and loved them since day 1 and you get the tighest group hug from your boys. I hope you’re always smiling brighter than the day before and reaching your dreams faster every day. I’ll always be here to watch you grow and support your blog. I pray your blog grows to be the biggest and most loved stray kids blog on this site. I wish more people acknowledge you and love you like you deserve. I love you and will always will! I hope time only makes us closer friends and strengthens our bond! Happy birthday baby. I love you so much. 💛

I have tears streaming down my face. This truly made me feel so, so very loved. I cannot thank you enough for everything you've done for me.

It has truly been such an honor to watch you grow both as a writer and as a person. I've had the absolute privilege to watch you achieve your dreams and goals and I am so glad I've been able to watch you flourish. You deserve nothing but the best. I have learned so much from you in so many different aspects and I'm so, very grateful for you. You've given and done so much for me in the short amount of time we've been friends and I can't imagine my life without you.

Thank you for your kind words, this has made my birthday amazing even before its begun (I will be rereading this tomorrow). I am so lucky to have you. Thank you for absolutely everything. I love you endlessly <33

[moonlit-stay]

Hi there,

I hope you are well.

I was hoping you’d be interested in checking out my Bang Chan fic. You can find the link on my masterpost that is pinned to my blog.

Have a great day <3

Hihi!!

I am, thank you. I hope you are as well <3

When I get the chance, I will most definitely give it a read!!

Gonna add it to my read later list <33