#offstage (ooc)

[eorzeashan]

anyways if tunglr goes down you guys can find me here

[puckishpixie]

((PSSST!! Do you like the game No Straight Roads?

Are you a fan of the pop punk genre?

Do you find yourself enjoying tragic protagonists who refuse to face their trauma, and instead pursue a pipe dream to keep themselves sane instead of having to deal with the worst thing that ever happened to them?

Then give this a like or a reblog and I’d be happy to interact with you!))

[dancin-demon]

//It has been ages since I've been on this account

I'm not coming back to this blog, heck I'm planning out a new batim/batdr blog as I type this

I’m here simply to apologize if i ever said anything rude to any of yall? I know i was a cringey asshole back then.

With that said and done, see ya folks!

[boarchasers]

((I was going through my Boar-Chaser archive blog trying to work out when Trond and Joldi got married.

Haaki’s character development over the last ten years: is he less petty? Less sulky? Less of a drama-flouncer? Nope! Little did you know, his entire character arc, all that fuss with the Dark Brotherhood and Hlenil and the pirates, has been about teaching him to understand innuendo and nothing else.))

[bardsmelody]

shifts through the brush ... hello

[agaypanic]

former theater kid as well !! maybe a story about regina with a gf in theater club ?

My Little Star (Regina George X Theater Kid!Reader)

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Summary: Your girlfriend comes to see you in your last high school show.

A/N: depending on which regina you’re envisioning with this, au where everyone has smartphones. post!mean girls regina bc then i wont feel too bad if she seems too ooc. ive been thinking a lot about romeo and juliet lately so the play is romeo and juliet teehee

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If you had told your younger self that at the end of your senior year, you’d be the leading star in your final show and be dating Regina George, she would’ve thought you were insane.

Yet here you were, getting ready for the opening night of Romeo and Juliet while your girlfriend spam-texted you words of encouragement.

Regina <3

You’re gonna do so good, I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!

I was gonna keep it a surprise until after the show, but I got your favorite 

*Sent 1 Attachment*

Unlocking your phone to respond, you were greeted with a picture of Regina sitting in the auditorium holding a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. She had a great big smile on her face, her eyes squinting from it. 

Your breath hitched. You knew Regina loved you, but the picture radiated her feelings of pride for you. It made you want to run out and smother her in affection.

Instead, you texted her back.

You

OMG you’re literally the sweetest Regina!!

I’ll be looking for you in the audience lol

Regina <3

I’m sitting in the very center, so hopefully I’m easy to spot

Especially with this giant ass bouquet

You laughed at the message and soon got a tap on your shoulder from one of your friends, telling you places were in five minutes.

You

I have to go, we’re gonna start soon

But I’ll be looking for you :)) 

You waited until you saw a response from Regina before putting your phone in your bag.

Regina <3

YOU’RE GONNA DO AMAZING

BREAK A LEG <3333

DON’T ACTUALLY BREAK A LEG THO

THAT’D BE BAD

I LOVE YOU!!!

Laughing at her stream of messages, you put your phone away and rushed out to your place. As much as you revel in the fact that you had a leading role, you were already waiting for the show to be over so you could see Regina.

***

If you had to choose one, the death scene was probably your favorite. It was dramatic, which was always fun, and you got to stab yourself with a retractable blade.

“What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand?” You took the empty cup out of Romeo’s, whose real name was Jared, stiff hand, inspecting it. “Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?” You dropped the cup in distress, wondering what to do. Then your eyes fell on Jared’s lips, and you had a revelation. “I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make die with a restorative.”

You held his face gently in your hands and leaned down to kiss him. Every time you went through a kiss scene with Jared, you pretended it was Regina you were kissing. The passion seemed more authentic that way.

You pulled away, staring down at Jared.

“Thy lips are warm.” You said brokenheartedly. You were just barely too late. If only he had waited a while longer to drink the poison so you’d be awake to stop him.

“Lead, boy: which way?” You heard from offstage. 

“Yea, noise?” You looked toward the direction of the noise’s source in a panic. “Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger!”

You grabbed Romeo’s dagger and raised it to the audience. And that’s when you caught a glimpse of Regina. Despite the room being dark and her being far away, you could feel her excitement as she watched. You had to stop yourself from smiling.

“This is thy sheath,” You say before shoving the dagger into your heart. You gasp a little and look up. To the audience, you could’ve been looking up to the heavens in your last moments. But you were doing your best to stare into Regina’s eyes that were fixated on you. “There rust, and let me die.”

With that, you fell on top of Jared’s body, doing your best not to crush him as you ‘died.’

The scene continued from there, and you did your best not to move. Your back was killing you from the long show, but eventually, it ended. When you came out for bows, you heard a particularly loud cheer, and you didn’t have to guess who it was. It made you smile even more, so much that your cheeks started getting sore.

When the bows were over, and the cast and crew were finding their friends and family in the audience, you ran to Regina. It was a bit difficult weaving through the crowd, especially in your costume, but eventually, you reached the blonde, who had her arms opened wide and ready to catch you.

“You were amazing!” Regina all but shouted in your ear as she hugged you, squeezing you tightly. “Absolutely showstopping. One day, you’ll be a famous actress.”

“You think too highly of me, Regina.” You said with a giggle, and you were sure that your reddening cheeks were showing through your heavy stage makeup.

You grabbed your girlfriend’s face and kissed her. It was a million times better than pretending you were kissing her instead of Jared when you were on stage. Regina’s hands dropped to your hips, pulling you close against her. When you let out a little moan, you knew you should pull away before you felt like you couldn’t turn back.

“These are for you,” Regina said before biting her slightly swollen lip, giving you the giant bouquet she had gotten for you. One thing about Regina was that she was never cheap.

“I love them.” You smiled, giving her a few pecks.

“Anything for you, my little star.” The nickname made you giddy, made you feel like you were the only ones in this gigantic room. “Now how about you go change, we get some food, and then you sleep over at my house?”

“That sounds perfect.” You kissed Regina again; it was like you were addicted to her lips. “I should go now. If I kiss you anymore, I’ll probably never leave.”

“I definitely wouldn’t complain,” Regina smirked, but agreed that you should go change. She turned you around by the shoulders and gave you a quick pat on the butt to send you on your way, laughing at the way you squealed in surprise.

[moon-thething]

HeyHey, can u do a fic where reader is pretty rich, And notices how bad butters parents treat him and like, purchases him and adopts him and Becomes the perfect parent figure to him that he never had ! :3

I also requested the garnet + child!reader headcanons, and I'm sorry for the confusion, lol- but that was also really great and exactly what I wanted! :D

(n can I be 💤 anon? I love the way u write sm I'm definitely gonna request more ^^)

Hello 💤 anon :) I'm glad you liked the garnet + child fic and I hope you will like this one

I'm sorry that I couldn't respond to your request sooner!

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic/romantic

Readers gender: gender neutral

Type: Fluff

Key words: L/n: last name

Warnings: probably ooc characters

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You lived in the town of South Park for quite some time, the mayor doing anything for you to stay since you were the only thing going good for them

Since no celebrity wanted to visit their town at least they had you to donate to schools, donate to hospitals etc.

But one day, you were supposed to give some sort of speech to the fourth graders, requested by the principal and mayor, and so you of course appeared and were in the back going over your lines

You were going over your lines, cringing every time your voice cracked and forgetting the things you originally wrote on the paper. Suddenly you felt a slight tug at your leg. You looked down to see a kid with blonde hair and a scar over his left eye

He seemed so innocent and by the two seconds you looked at each other not talking, you wondered on how he even got the scar

"Heya there Mx. L/n." The kid said, you smiled warmly and ducked down to his height

"Well aren't you cute!" You chuckled, pinching the kids cheek as he laughed with joy, "what brings you backstage?" You asked, taking a peek through the closed curtains to see parents and children sitting and waiting for you to come out. But oddly, three front seats were empty, how strange

"Oh, I.. just wanted to ask-"

"Butters! What are you doing?!" A voice yelled out, your head shot up to see a man with his hands on his hips looking disapprovingly towards the child in front of you. A blond woman standing right next to him with her arms crossed

"Were so sorry Mx. L/n, this won't happen again." The, what you were assuming, father said, pushing the boy towards his mother

"No it's fine-"

"How could you do that?! You are grounded s soon as we get home." The mother whisper shouted as she tugged at the boys ear, pulling him offstage. The father soon followed as you stared at the scene whit knitted eyebrows

From that day on you would see the boy getting scolded by his parents practically anywhere you went!

You went to the store to buy groceries to fill up your fridge? You saw the boy getting scolded by his dad as he stared at the floor shamefully, children his age snickering behind him

You would just be walking down the street and spot the boy looking out of his window with a sad expression as his mother ushered his friends away, saying he was grounded for the most stupidest things imaginable

You would be sitting at the park and see him getting dragged away from his friends by his dad. Being pulled by the ear as his dad practically yelled at him

When you would go on late night walks you could hear the familiar voice of either his father or mother yelling at him to stay in his room

You felt bad for the kid, you really did. But you knew you couldn't do anything about it... Unless

You walked down the street, two bodyguard's following. One bodyguard held a suitcase while the other was ready for a fight. Every step you took you glared at the house you constantly saw the boy in, either looking out of his window or getting dragged in by his parents

You and your bodyguard's quickly arrived as you lifted your fist up. Knocking on the door you heard yelling from the inside, a male voice

"Butters, could you open the door?" The muffled voice said, at least that's what you think you heard

"Okay dad." The muffle voice of the boy said as you heard light footsteps approach the door. The door handle fiddled for a while before it completely opened

The boy stood on his tippy toes, holding onto the handle as he stared at you in shock

"Who is it?" The father said, his voice much clearer now

"Uh.. it's Mx. L/n." The boy said, tilting his head slightly as if talking to his dad, but his eyes were still glued on you

"What?!" The dad yelled, you could hear shuffling and footsteps running towards the door before the father came into view

"Oh, Mx. L/n! How great for you to show up, come in." The father said, moving out of the way as he motioned for you to come in

You looked back at your bodyguard's, jerking your head, they nodded and walked in first, you following behind them.

"Yes, what can I get you? Would you like some coffee? Or do you prefer tea-"

"We would like to make an offering." You said, taking a glance towards the young boy that stood at the doorway, "but I suggest you take the boy to his room first." You said, the younger boys eyes widened in fear as you suddenly felt bad

"Right away. Butters, get back in your room this instance young man!" He yelled, the boy nodded before rushing up to his room, "What is this offer?" He asked

Before you could speak a person emerged from the kitchen, it was the boys mother

"Oh dear- what is going on?" She asked, looking towards her husband

"Don't worry ma'am, we're just here to make an offering. I suggest you sit down as well." One of your bodyguard's said, the woman nodded and sat down next to her husband

"We would like to buy your son." You spoke, your tone cold. The parents eyes widened as they glanced at each other and then back at you

"we couldn't possibly-"

"we are offering $40 000 cash." You said, and on que your bodyguard's opened the suitcase and showed it to the parents

That's all it took for them to give in. You, being the nice person you are,gave the boy two days to pack and say goodbye to his parents

The boy was frightened and in his mind he thought it would be like something he saw on tv. You would torture him and use his body for experiment, but he was delighted to see that you actually treated him well

It took him a while to get used to but eventually he called your mansion a home

Although he wouldn't call you mom/dad/parent for the next 6 months you were still happy

The first few weeks he was living in your house you made sure to spoil him rotten. You would buy him all kinds of gifts, clothes and made sure to buy him enough materials for arts and crafts

You spend more time with him, arranging movie nights, baking cookies together, drawing together, you even improved his superhero costume! Although you can say you still enjoyed the original

When you didn't have time for him you would buy him a toy or two to make up for it, although you've gotta be honest. You had some instances where you made the mades do homework with him, play with him or take him to school/his friends house, but you still made up for the lost time by either buying him something or taking him somewhere

Butters especially enjoyed when you went somewhere, you could just take him to the park and just sit on the bench as you watched him play but he still loves that you're there. Y'know, the small things

I can imagine every time he gets home from school or gets back from a sleepover or whatnot he would tell you everything that happened

You would just laugh as he acted out the scenes, but you have to admit you would get a bit worried when he talked about a school fight he saw or something similar

But you enjoyed every second you spent with him. And you do not regret buying him one bit, even if that sentence sounds wrong we are not going to question it

[runesandmoons]

Photograph

Pairing: 80s!Tommy Shelby x 80s!Rockster!Reader

Summary: A concert he wasn’t interested in resulted in a photograph that consumed his mind.

Warnings: 18+, Tommy is a bit OOC here because he’s a SIMP (like a really big simp), alcohol use, smoking, smut, soft dom!reader and slightly sub!Tommy, pet names, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: This is for K’s @runnning-outof-time​ Halfway to 2K celebration! I’m so glad I was able to write something for you as a way to celebrate your amazing self! I had fun exploring a different side of Tommy in a different era. I hope I did this song justice and that you’ll like it! Congrats again, love! You are so deserving of this! 🤗

A/N 2: I ran into a bit of writers block for the end of this fic, so if it’s rushed or not as good as the rest, please just overlook it 😫 Also, the reader’s hair is described. It’s not a specific color or style, but it is described as big, wild, 80s rock hair. I tried to be inclusive with reader, but I understand the description of her hair may not be as inclusive as normal. I wanted to portray the 80s rock scene, so big hair was a necessity. I am sorry if this takes anyone out of the story!

Word Count: 4605

Gotta photograph, picture of

Passion killer, you’re too much

You’re the only one I wanna touch

Tommy was only there because Arthur and John dragged him along. Something about keeping up their image and staying hip. He could care less. As long as he was left alone to drink, he didn’t care what happened around him or what his brothers did.

They were in a large bar with enough room for a stage and a few hundred people. Arthur and John were in the middle of the crowd preparing for the band to come on stage. The lights were already dim, signaling the show would start soon. Tommy took a long drag from his cigarette as he sat at the bar, a glass of whiskey in front of him. There were only two other people at the bar with him, everyone else was in front of the stage.

He was thankful for the solitude, having no energy to deal with the over the top crowd. As he sipped his whiskey, he heard a chord from a guitar, the cue that the opening number began their performance, the crowd roaring in response. He cringed.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like music, or rock music for that matter; he liked his own music, and he didn’t have time to discover a new band that he knew he wouldn’t care about. He only liked going out on his time and for his purposes, loathing when he was forced out by someone else, especially by John and Arthur.

He watched them as they banged their heads to the beat of the music, dorky grins on their faces. He rolled his eyes as he took another swig from his whiskey. Sure, some might say he was cynical, but he had a reason to be, right? He was the head of the Peaky Blinders, trying to keep his gang and his family afloat with a million things in his mind at once. And here he was at a loud rock concert with hundreds of people screaming in his ears, guitars piercing through his mind, and his brothers being a little too carefree. He couldn’t focus on anything but his whiskey, so he took another sip.

By the time the opening number was finishing up, Tommy had two more glasses of whiskey and three cigarettes. His head was feeling fuzzy, but he was used to the feeling. He preferred it over the headache he thought he would get from the music. John and Arthur made their way over to him when the opening number went offstage, the crew striking the stage and preparing it for the main act.

“What’d ya think, Tom?” Arthur asked, his arm around John’s shoulders. Tommy took another swig before shrugging.

“They were alright.” Truthfully, he didn’t even know the name of the band, or the name of the next one.

“Oi, Arthur! He’s had too many to pay attention!” Both men laughed at John’s joke, but Tommy sighed.

“Shut up, John.” He turned his attention to the bar, ready to signal the barmaid for another glass.

“This next band is all the rage, Tom. I think you should come out in the crowd with us.” Arthur was sincere, trying to get his brother on the same page. Tommy kept his back to them.

“I can see the stage just fine ‘ere. M’alright.” He finished his whiskey and raised his arm to order another one, his fourth. “Go on, boys. Enjoy yourselves, just like you always do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, eh?” John’s tone increased in volume as he stepped toward Tommy, but Arthur calmed him down, holding him back.

“It’s nothing, John Boy.” He lowered his voice for only John to hear. “You know how he is.”

A woman approached them, but her gaze was on Tommy. She was wearing tight clothing as she sauntered up to him. The look in her eye made her intentions obvious. He turned his head to her when her hand trailed down his arm, looking uninterested. She didn’t seem to take the hint.

“What’s a handsome man like you doing sitting at a bar all by himself?” She flashed him big eyes with a pout. Tommy opened his mouth, but John replied before he could, stepping closer to him.

“He’s not interested in having any fun. Too caught up in moping.” He slid his arm around the woman’s waist, whisking her away. “But I know someone you can have fun with.” As they walked away, she smiled and put her hand on his chest. Arthur shook his head and left Tommy alone in his solitude once more.

By the time he finished his fourth whiskey, the main band came onstage. He didn’t pay them much attention as they started their first song. Lighting up another cigarette, he placed his focus on smoking. The nicotine meshed well with the alcohol, washing out the volume of the bar quite nicely. His eyes closed as he took drag after drag from the cigarette, the smoke pouring from his lips as he slowly exhaled.

A woman’s voice made his eyes shoot open, only she wasn’t near him. Her voice came from the speakers. He finally turned his attention to the stage, swiveling on the barstool to face his body toward it. A woman was singing into the mic, swaying her hips as she performed a choreographed routine to the song. Tommy felt his jaw slack as his lips parted.

She was wearing tight, black leather pants, a deep-cut, red, baggy shirt that still hugged her in all the right places, and high heeled, lace strapped, black boots. Her hair was curled and teased to look blown out, almost resembling a lion’s mane with how large it was. As her lips came together to sing a note, he noticed she had red lipstick on. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

He watched her intently as song after song was played. She sang alongside the main vocalist, backing up his notes, and making them even better. She danced to the music, more intensely when she wasn’t singing, but when she was, she used her hips and arms in a way that made Tommy shift in his seat. She went all over the stage, having the time of her life and feeding off the energy of the crowd. You would think she was the main attraction with how they interacted with her and how she reacted under all that attention.

Tommy didn’t expect to see a woman in the band, much less her. He was enamored, watching her every move. Mesmerized by her voice, entranced by her movement, curious as to how she ended up in the band, even envious of the men on stage with her. He found that he was aching as he watched her hips move. His cigarette and whiskey were long forgotten, the cigarette sitting unlit and half smoked in the ashtray and his whiskey barely touched. All he could focus on was her, everything else a blur around him.

The mention of the band’s final song snapped him out of his trance. He looked around him in a panic. He wanted to burn her presence in his memory, but he didn’t have anything to do it with. Searching the walls of the bar, his eyes landed on a Polaroid camera hanging by its strap on a nail. He flagged the barmaid over and asked to borrow it. When she gave it to him, he turned to face the stage again.

He waited for her to come back to his side of the stage on the left. She flipped her hair as she sang into the mic with the vocalist. Tommy could see tiny beads of sweat on her forehead and collarbones, causing him to bite his lip. Standing up on the bars of the barstool, he brought the camera to his eye. He waited until she was further back from the mic to take the picture. As soon as she was, he snapped it, a bright flash going off as the Polaroid began coming out of the camera. He sat back down as he waited for it to develop.

He continued to watch her as the band finished the song and began exiting the stage. She blew the audience a kiss, and it made his stomach flutter. He didn’t understand why he was so intrigued by this woman. He had never felt like this, always the one in control, of everything. He was flustered, yet he felt this undeniable aching sensation. He wanted to know her favorite songs, what made her tick, what made her laugh; he wanted to know her intimately. But he didn’t even know her name, or the name of her band for that matter. As she walked off stage, all he knew was that he had to see her again.

****

I see your face every time I dream

So wild and free, so far from me

You’re all I want, my fantasy

Look what you’ve done

All I’ve got is a photograph

But it’s not enough

She smiled at him as she crawled on the bed toward him. Tommy was leaning against his headboard, legs straight in front of him, as he watched her. His bottom lip was between his teeth as she inched closer to him. Her hand made its way to cup his cheek as she brought her lips to his. Eyes closed, Tommy let her take control. Her tongue swiped his bottom lip, making him part his lips for a deeper kiss. He allowed her to explore him as she deepened the kiss, swinging her leg over his to straddle him.

He moaned against her as she sat on top of his hardened length, grinding softly against him. Her hands slid down his chest as she moved her hips against him, her head tilting back as moans left her lips. When he kept his arms in place, she looked down at him with a grin.

“It’s okay, baby. You can touch me.” She grabbed his hands and brought them to her waist. That was all he needed, exploring her body as he moved his hands across her, squeezing her hips, groping her breasts, pulling her beautiful hair. She quickly removed her bra, freeing her breasts for him, which he promptly focused his attention to. He kissed all over her chest as his hands gripped her ass, leaving soft bite marks, sucking and swirling his tongue against her nipples, and moaning against her at her reaction. She was pressing down on his length, grinding her core against him at a pace that made his head spin.

Soon enough she removed her thin, lacy underwear and removed his boxers so they were nude in front of each other. All Tommy could do was groan at the sight of her; she was his fantasy woman, not understanding how he was lucky enough to have her, to touch her.

She lifted him off the bed and pushed him to his knees, positioning herself in front of him so her legs were spread. His mouth parted as he stared at her glistening folds, hands automatically going up her inner thighs. She was leaning on her elbows as she watched him, a smirk etching her lips up.

“I know you want to taste me, so go on, sweet boy.”

Tommy didn’t hesitate, pushing his head in between her legs as he began lapping at her clit. She let her head fall back as the most heavenly moans he had ever heard escaped her. He groaned against her, the vibrations making her legs shake. He was throbbing by this point, desperate for the slightest touch, but he relished in her taste and getting to please her. He was usually so impatient in the bedroom, but with her, he would spend hours doing what she asked him to. Only for her.

Tommy worked harder than he ever has to bring her pleasure. He wanted to make her cum with just his mouth. He swirled his tongue in circles, in figure 8s, he moved up and down slowly, and then fast, he sharpened his tongue to a point, and he flattened it to swipe over every bit of her. He sucked her clit with barely any pressure and then some force behind it. He fucked her with just his tongue, pushing inside her and lapping at all she had to give him. He shook his head from side to side as he moved faster, and then he went slow again, using just the movement of his tongue. His arms were under her thighs so that his hands could rest on her stomach, his fingers trailing up to twist her nipples every now and then.

The sounds in his bedroom were unholy. Her arousal mixed with his spit sounded so wet as he pleased her. The moans she made were so loud they were echoing off the walls, causing Tommy to groan in response. He was moving his hips against nothing, so desperate to feel anything. When her fingers landed on his shoulder, he gazed up in her eyes, the sight a vision; him between her thighs, face absolutely soaked in her juices and his own spit, looking up at her through his long, black lashes.

“Be patient, pretty boy. I’ll please you soon enough.” He just moaned in response.

Her fingers went to his hair, twirling them to grip him tightly as she began moving her hips against his mouth. She was close to her release, spurring him on. She called him names he had never heard before: baby boy, her good boy, puppy, angel. She complimented him, calling him pretty, sweet, handsome, soft, gentle, words usually unassociated with him.

With a few more quick flicks of his tongue against her clit, she was cumming against him. She kept his head between her thighs as her hips moved sporadically. Her moans were long and loud as she unraveled. Tommy stared at her through his lashes, watching her throw her head back. He didn’t dare stop moving until she told him to.

When she came down, she lifted her head to meet his eyes, smiling. “You did so good, puppy.” With a gentle pull to his hair, she lifted his mouth off of her, his lips still parted as his chin was dripping with her cum and his drool. A total look of adoration was in his eyes as he reveled in her every word. He came to his feet with her guidance and leant down to kiss her when she pulled him toward her. She moaned as she kissed him, feeling just how wet his mouth was. Pulling away, she brought him back to the bed, seating him in the same position he was in before.

“Do you want to know what it feels like to be inside me, angel?” She was on top of him again, but she kept her core from his length, refusing him what he most wanted.

He nodded frantically. “Please. Yes, please.” She smiled down at him. He was so desperate to feel her.

“Don’t wipe your mouth for me. I want to taste myself as I fuck you, okay love?” She swiped a finger across his bottom lip before bringing it to her mouth, closing her eyes as she sucked. Tommy whimpered before mumbling a faint, “Yes ma’am.”

He continued to whimper as her hand wrapped around his aching length, stroking a few times before aligning him with her entrance. She slowly sank down, looking into his eyes as she did.

“I didn’t know you’d be so big, puppy.” They both moaned as she moved her hips against him. Her nails dug into his chest as she rose up and sank back down at a slow pace, taking in every inch. Tommy gripped his sheets as he hissed.

“Fuck. Feels s’good.” His eyes landed on her breasts as they began bouncing as she picked up her pace. “Can I touch you?”

“Of course you can, pretty boy.” He sat up to wrap his arms around her waist, burying his face in her chest. He began kissing her breasts again and focusing on her nipples. The extra stimulation made her increase her pace again, fully bouncing on his cock now.

He felt euphoric. She was so tight against him, almost like she was squeezing him. His hips stuttered as he wanted more from her. He left open mouth kisses on her breasts as his grip on her waist tightened. He didn’t know how much more he could take, feeling his release nearing. All the attention he spent on her and then finally getting to be inside her made him unable to last longer than normal. His whines against her chest must have signaled that.

“Are you about to cum, puppy?” Her hands were in his hair as she held him close to her. She increased her tempo, now slamming down onto his cock. The sounds of skin slapping and wet squelching alongside their moans filled the room. His “yes” was muffled against her chest. “Just hold on a few more minutes, sweet boy. I’m gonna cum with you.”

He nodded, resolving to wait for her, no matter how much he was throbbing, hurting, to cum. His fingers pressed into her back as he pushed their bodies as close as they could fit together. Her breasts were bouncing in his face as she rode him. She just kept moving faster and faster on top of him, chasing her own high.

Tommy had never had a woman fuck him so good. She was in total control. He just watched her in awe as she used him for her own pleasure - so wild and free on top of him. The world was hers and he would do his best to give it to her.

She brought her lips to his, kissing him sloppily and moaning as she tasted herself on him. Her hair fell against his face, completely enveloping him in her essence. She pulled away just enough to talk, her lips still close enough to his to brush against them.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.” Her voice was like silk as she spoke. He tightened his grip on her as his cock twitched. “I’m gonna -”

“Mr. Shelby!”

Tommy’s eyes shot open to find she wasn’t on top of him. He looked across his bed. Empty. He wiped his hand across his face with a groan.

“Yes, Frances?”

“Breakfast is ready for you, sir!” She spoke on the other side of his door.

“I’ll be down soon.”

He closed his eyes, lulling his fantasy back, but it was lost - just another dream of the woman on stage. He had been having them a lot lately, each one becoming more and more intense. He lifted his sheets up to see his cock was hard. He would have to take care of that.

He turned his head to look at the Polaroid he took, stuck in a picture frame with a picture of his horse. The image he captured was perfect. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open, parted as she had just finished a note. One hand was on the mic, the other arm in the air as she sat into her right hip, framing her body perfectly. Her hair looked like it was in motion, flying around her face and shoulders. She looked like a vision, a woman made just for him.

His dreams were beginning to feel too real, making him long for this woman even more. Being able to see her on the photo was nice, but it wasn’t enough anymore. He had to see her again, had to speak to her, had to make his fantasies a reality. He had to touch her, get to know her, become hers in every way.

As he sat up in bed, he resolved to do just that. He would find out when her band played again and go to her show. He didn’t care what he had to do, but he was going to see her again and speak to her.

****

I’d be your lover, if you were there

Such a woman, you got style

You make every man feel like a child

You got some kinda hold on me

You’re all wrapped up in mystery

I gotta have you

You’ve gone straight to my head

He walked through the door of the same bar he was in a week before. He came alone, not wanting his brothers to interfere. He went straight to the bar since he had no interest in the opening act. Ordering a whiskey to calm his nerves, he looked around the area. The opening act was about to perform, and he was already wanting it to end, just so he could see her.

He soon grew impatient, pacing a small area next to the bar as he sipped his whiskey. As he tuned the music out, he began to think about her again. He was still trying to understand how he felt toward her. This was all a mystery as to how she consumed his every thought so quickly. He wasn’t used to being nervous around someone, especially someone he didn’t know. He didn’t allow himself to be drawn to someone or develop an attachment as he had no time for that with his line of work. It would just get too complicated, and he didn’t want to deal with the fall back when he couldn’t satisfy his lover like she expected.

He didn’t have time for any of the feelings he had, but here he was, developing an attachment toward a woman who didn’t even know his name. He wanted to be the one she came home to, to brag about her as much as she bragged about him, to care for her in every way possible, to know men desired her but he was the only one to please her. He wanted her to consume his life just as much as she consumed his fantasies. No one else would suffice now. She ruined him without a single touch.

Tommy almost didn’t notice that the opening act was leaving the stage, too lost in thought. His stomach did little flips as he realized he was minutes from seeing her again. He downed the rest of his whiskey and went back to the bar to order one more, hoping that drinking it would pass the time between sets. As he took swig after swig, time passed excruciatingly slow, but finally, her band came onstage.

His eyes were on her immediately as she smiled and began interacting with the crowd. She was wearing a similar uniform as the first night he saw her: tight, black pants, a white, semi baggy, low cut shirt, and black, high heeled, lace up boots. She had fingerless, red fishnet gloves on, and he could see her red, lacy bra through her top. Her hair was just as wild as he remembered, flying over her shoulders and across her face as she moved with the music. He swallowed thickly, trying to prevent himself from drooling at the sight of her.

As her band played, Tommy found himself smiling and nodding his head to the beat. He enjoyed watching her move across the stage and sing into her mic. He wondered what it would be like to be backstage watching her, catching winks and little smiles meant only for him. Or if she knew where he would be in the crowd, motioning and singing to him.

When he started recognizing the songs toward the end of the show, he moved back to the bar. Eyeing the Polaroid camera, he asked the bartender if he could borrow it again. On the off chance that he wouldn’t get to speak to her, he wanted another picture to add to his other one.

After the bartender loaned him the camera, he moved through the crowd to get near the stage. He wanted a closer shot of her. As he was only a small distance from her, he marveled at how much more beautiful she was. Her features were defined clearly, and she glowed under the stage lights.

He brought the camera to his eye and snapped an image of her. She had the mic stand in her left hand, leaning it away from her, with her mic in her right hand. She was smiling her bright, beautiful smile that made his heart soar. After the flash went off, he got the Polaroid that came out of the camera and tucked it into his jacket.

Deciding to stay where he was for the remainder of the concert, he watched her actions closely. She made him feel young and happy, childlike. He wanted the concert to last forever, but he had to remember why he came. As the final song came to end, he observed how she beamed at the audience when she walked off stage.

Tommy made quick work returning the camera to the bartender, and when the crowd began to disperse, he hung around, figuring maybe she would exit through the main bar area. There were only a few people left in the bar a half hour after the concert ended, with no sign of the band. He wanted to stay longer, but he was beginning to believe they had already left. Resolving to try again another day, he left the bar. As soon as he stepped outside, a voice stopped him.

“I saw you take a picture of me.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin, turning to the left to find her looking at him, arms crossed as she leaned against the building. She was smirking at him, almost like she knew the power she had over him.

Tommy chuckled, caught off guard. “Uh, yeah.” He offered her a sheepish grin. “How did you know it was me?”

“Well, when there’s only one flash in the audience, it’s pretty obvious. Even under all those lights.” She grinned. “I saw it last weekend too.” She pushed off the building, coming to stand in front of him. He swallowed, his heart beating faster. “I wondered if the mystery flash would happen again tonight, so I wore something special to entice it.” She brushed a finger down his jacket collar. “I guess it worked.”

He swallowed again, nodding as another nervous chuckle escaped his lips. “I guess it did.”

“Did you stay after to talk to me, sweet boy?” She looked up into his eyes, tilting her head a bit.

Tommy nodded. “Yeah. I-“ He stuttered, not expecting her to call him one of the names from his dream. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to get a drink with me.”

She chuckled. “Don’t you want to know my name first, sweetheart?”

Clearing his throat, he introduced himself. “I’m Thomas Shelby, but you can call me Tommy.” He offered her his hand.

“Y/N L/N.” She grabbed his hand, bringing it to her lips, kissing his knuckles lightly as she looked into his eyes. Tommy felt his cheeks heat up at the action. “About that drink…” She paused, smiling as she held his hand still. “I’ve got something else in mind.” She positioned herself so that her arm was through his, now side by side with him. “It should help release this tension.” As she said that she brushed her fingers across his chest, looking into his eyes with feigned innocence. “What do you say we go back to your place, pretty boy?”

All Tommy could do was nod.

[umactuallyirl]

[She sits in the auditorium, in the lighting booth.

She stretches a bit, trying to focus on whatever was happening, but she was tired.]

(@ruthie-fleming)

(ooc: hiya! Take as long as you need to answer this, no pressure! /gen)

(Hey, sorry! Idk what happened to the other one I just stopped seeing reblogs.)

[Peter sat anxiously offstage as he watched one of the other understudy’s practicing their monologue, which he was supposed to but in and interrupt. At the appropriate time, Peter walked out into the stage.]

“Hey Lorie! Still can’t find your grill brush, but I’ve got the next best thing! A chai iced tea, from- Beanies… um- why is there an ad for our local coffee shop in the middle of a broadway award winning show?”

[wondershow-rui-official]

// hi!!! decided to make an actually normal rui blog!

info abt rui then uh:

-he/they

-transmasc

-bisexual

-has pink hair thanks to @/mizuki-tenma-official & @/fantasista-tsukasa-official

im a BIG polyshow/mizurui/ruikasa/shizurui (i blame @/kamishiro-rui-phoenix-wonderland’s mod/pos)/mizuruikasa/shizuruimizu fan so those ships are ok!!

also if any angst pops up the warnings will be tagged ‘tw [thing]’

ic: directors call

ooc: offstage

uh. mod runs @akiyama-mizuki-official @undead-rui-official @25-ji-rui-official @vinyl-official @rui-kamishiro-rp-blog-but-angst @fallen-angel-mizuki-official @vampire-rui-official @pirate-mizuki-official & is mod tsukasa for @tenma-siblings-official lol. i have a LOT of blogs haha- read the pinned posts in those blogs for mod info (main is @egret-orchids)

[ratgirlcopia]

honestly i'm not even sure what this one is.

okay this isn't even womanposting, it's more just about the inherent funniness of what it's like to write copia into anything at all, and especially what i've noticed about the pitfalls of copia x sister of sin oc / other oc / self-insert kinda content i've stumbled upon. because in most media, the Main Character is usually, at minimum, either really competent at a specific thing, really invested in a specific thing, or really well-versed in the setting, which makes it easy enough to slot an oc or a reader in there and make it make sense.

and copia is not any of those things. copia doesn't write the music, doesn't seem particularly passionate about anything ministry-related while offstage, and seems to know and care fuck-all about how the setting around him works. which is both hilarious and depressing. but it makes him really hard to handle in certain types of writing.

most self-insert/oc insert ship writing relies on the oc being the one who's new to the setting or less experienced in it. but it's incredibly hard to do that with copia because it just...does not make any sense for him to be aware of any of the blank spots in the lore. he can't be used as a vessel to explain even, like, headcanons to flesh out the world more, because so much of his vibe is just not understanding or caring what's going on.

so then you end up having to kind of either 1) make him an expert on things anyway, which risks making him pretty ooc or 2) make the oc an expert on things, which risks relying almost exclusively on fanon.

i think the exception to this is if you take copia out of the ministry. because then you can maintain the "doesn't know shit" aspect of his personality and it doesn't matter what goes on with the rest of it. but then again a massive massive allure of this type of content for people is the satanic ministry aesthetic, so this is not a popular option.

but even that's hard, because it needs a narrative justification, and there's really nothing you can build off that would suggest copia would either leave the ministry or be kicked out and make it make sense.

and then you get all the way down to the root issue here, which is that copia is an awkward, isolated person doing his job because he's been told to and having a good time with it but then ultimately going back home at the end of a tour cycle and spending his time either alone in his room or with his weird-ass parents, feeling paranoid. and it's hard to work narrative excuses for a romance into a world that seems to be sheltering him on purpose. fascinating.

[eorzeashan]

not to be that guy on main but I think SCORPIO would be the type to collect the Agent's genes and mix them with their partners and produce a full on test tube baby for them without asking and everyone on the ship is just like. wtf. that's what she means by specimen preservation.

[puckishpixie]

((GUESS WHO EXISTS AGAIN))

[pluckyingenue]

((Would anyone like a Rosalie starter?))

[nimbasah]

(So I uh just accidentally sent my boss a copy of an RP I was editing from my word files to post here instead of the meeting notes.... yeah....) 

[bardsmelody]

update! i got pretty sick this weekend and was forced to stay in bed. thankfully i feel MUCH better and can get to writing (finally) soon