hereticalmother

[hereticalmother]

[outlast girlies sucked me back in. I'm not going to start using Val blog again, but catch me over on Gooseberry. In regards to selective - If you don't already have me blocked on this blog, you're probably safe to follow over there lmfao]

written by Rose, 28, previously hereticalmother.

primarily interested in crossovers! HIGHLY SELECTIVE about interacting with the outlast rpc

[about] [rules]

[hereticalmother]

Will it stop, Doctor? The drumming. Will it stop?

a canon-divergent, selective RP blog for the Master from Doctor Who

RULES | ABOUT (under construction)

written by rose. (remember to follow my Doctor at @timetreatment!)

#[I should put this on a queue] #[anyway]

[hereticalmother]

Will it stop, Doctor? The drumming. Will it stop?

a canon-divergent, selective RP blog for the Master from Doctor Who

RULES | ABOUT (under construction)

written by rose. (remember to follow my Doctor at @timetreatment!)

[hereticalmother]

Will it stop, Doctor? The drumming. Will it stop?

a canon-divergent, selective RP blog for the Master from Doctor Who

RULES | ABOUT (under construction)

written by rose. (remember to follow my Doctor at @timetreatment!)

[hereticalmother]

[Hi! I haven't been over here at all because I've made myself nice and cozy in the Doctor Who fandom. I'll likely only be on @timetakeover for the foreseeable future, so catch me over there!

Knowledge of Doctor Who NOT required, I love crossovers and aus and horror]

Will it stop, Doctor? The drumming. Will it stop?

a canon-divergent, selective RP blog for the Master from Doctor Who

RULES | ABOUT (under construction)

written by rose. (remember to follow my Doctor at @timetreatment!)

[hereticalmother]

Evgeniy Malykhanov

#aesthetics;

[hereticalmother]

[im still alive btw

im not even going to act like i’ve been writing on other blogs, i honestly just havent been writing at all because i’ve been so busy in real life (mostly positive things, socializing with irl friends and getting booked for drag shows,)

planning to stay fairly low activity on here for awhile because i am so wrapped up in real life stuff, but val is still in my heart and mind]

#Ooc;

[hereticalmother]

A primarily non-anthropomorphized, horror based, portrayal of GLaDOS, of Portal and Portal 2

about and rules tba. mun is 21+

#[new girlboss dropped] #[follow me over there] #promos;

[hereticalmother]

[got a little work in progress over at @deadlyneurotoxinv2 ]

#ooc; #[another girl boss]

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[currently, as far as I’m aware, I owe:

@greenherb

@desanguined

@nervousleaderr

@iblewthewhistle

I’m pretty sure I’ve missed some replies that happened while I was on vacation though. If I owe you a reply and you aren’t on this list, please let me know]

#ooc;

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diicktective​:

           “ OH , ya know … ” The flicker of a grin says he APPRECIATES being humored. “ THIS , THAT , ” his tongue slides across the tip of her thumb, “ THE WEATHER … ”           Despite the teasing glance he shoots Val, he lets his thoughts settle & his shoulders relax. Teeth scrape her knuckle as his lips close around it with just enough spit & suction to sound SATISFYING on the pull - away.

She grins at his antics; He certainly knows how to change the subject. It seems he’s managed to distract himself in the process. As focused as she is on the way he’s taking her into his mouth, the way his shoulders lower and eyebrows unfurrow isn’t lost on her. 

He pulls back and her hand finds his chest, pushing him backwards until the back of his thighs meet a nearby chair. She forces him to sit, rounding the furniture to rub his shoulders with both hands. She leans in real close, speaking her words close to his ear. “And how’s the weather today? Hot?”

#diicktective

[hereticalmother]

11: did you ever write boring sex? 12: did you ever write about public sex?

[I don't know that I've ever written boring sex as Val. She has a way of keeping things exciting. But, I do like writing (and reading!) boring sex. I think there's this expectation specifically in fan media, not so much in published books and movies, that sex has to be sexy. That your goal when writing sex is to write something that will turn the readers on.

I love sex written as just being another facet of human life. I love boring awkward sex scenes where the characters have no chemistry, or where someone can't get it up, or where a leg cramp happens at the worst time and neither of them can get back in the mood afterwards. I love sex scenes where things go wrong, where someone can't figure out a bra clasp or someone falls off the bed, but they laugh it off and keep going. I just like realistic characters in realistic settings living their lives.

With Val, public sex tends to be the default. I'm not sure I've ever written her having private sex. But, nothing particularly memorable stands out.]

[hereticalmother]

  ok! new shadow the hedgehog rp blog ( a sb to a hub blog / @sourentropy​ ) and new to the SONIC RPC! like or rb if interested! / heavily hc based !

#promos;

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SHIPPING QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN - NSFW EDITION!

[ SFW version here! ]

what’s the best thing about writing smut for you?

what’s the worst thing about writing smut for you?

do you have a pet peeve when it comes to anything regarding smut?

do you write smut only with your muse’s partners, or are you okay with one night stands?

do you prefer for things to get in details, or do you prefer to “fade to black”?

are there some kinks you tend to give to most of your muses?

did you ever play a quickie?

did you ever write a particularly kinky thread?

did you ever write something fetish-related?

did you ever write a threesome?

did you ever write boring sex?

did you ever write about public sex?

would you rather write smut only with mutuals, or are you open for everyone?

do you prefer to write dominant or submissive muses?

would you consider your muse dominant or submissive?

did you ever write about your muse masturbating?

is there a particular NSFW scenario you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet?

what’s something that immediately turns you off from writing smut with someone?

is there any kink/fetish you will likely never play? 

have you ever been pushed to write smut?

did you ever play a hatefuck?

do you prefer a “no plot, just sex” kind of thread when it comes to NSFW?

is there any “unconventional” kink you play, or you would like to?

do you have a favorite memory when it comes to rping smut?

do you have a least favorite memory when it comes to rping smut?

do you think it’s better to focus NSFW threads only during certain days, like sunday?

what’s the first NSFW thread you played?

is your muse someone who like to initiate? are they a tease? would they rather wait for their partner?

how would your muse react to someone teasing them?

is your muse a virgin?

how does your muse handle bad sex?

random!!!

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#aesthetics;

[hereticalmother]

[I did that thing that I do where I put off replies for too long because I was on vacation and now I'm overwhelmed by my pile of drafts and not sure where to start so anyway send me some sentence starters so I can warm back up to Val

https://hereticalmother.tumblr.com/tagged/prompts;

#ooc;

[hereticalmother]

whistleblouwer​:

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 :   𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻  𝙸𝚂  𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚈  —   (  and  all  the  devils  are  here.  god, they’re  all  here.  i  run  and  i  hide  and  i  move.  rinse  and  repeat.   the  horrors  i’ve  seen  tonight  will  no  doubt  shape  the  man  i  become  from  now  on.  lisa,  i  have  never  prayed  a  day  in  my  life  but  i  pray  you  never  are  made  privy  to  the  events  that  happened  here.  i  pray  your  mind,   your  beautiful,   beautiful  mind  is  kept  innocent  from  the  ordeals  of  your  husband.  you  know  not  to  look  at  my  body,  but  don’t  ask  how  i  died,  either.  ) 

    he  slips  forward  through  an  old  bathroom,  ignoring  the  squish  of  gore  on  his  feet. out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye,  a  battery  is  spotted.  dirty  nails  reach  into  the  pocket  of  a  dead  security  guard  to  reload  the  device.  like  it’s  goddamn  nothing,  now.  like  death  and  blood  and  insides  being  out  is  regular  occurrence.  just  another  fucking  day  at  the  office.  waylon  cleans  off  the  battery  on  his  jumpsuit  before  popping  it  into  the  camera. that’s  when  her  voice  can  be  heard,   sending  him  three  feet  high  and  already  moving  before  his  mind  can  catch  up.   run  first,  as  questions  later. 

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 :   𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽 -   (   there  are  no  women  here.  you  jokingly  said  that  was  a  good  thing  when  i  told  you  over  the  phone.   i  never  told  you  why,  though.  i never  explained  the  psychosomatic  pregnancies  and  the  inmates  too  violent  and  misogynist  to  keep  women around  the  morphogenic  engine  and  its  patients.  i  didn’t  tell you  how  my  manager’s  baby  was  made  up,  either.  –   i  wasn’t  allowed  to  say,  then.  but  i’ll  scream  it  from  the  rooftops,  now.  ) 

      a  woman.   that  causes  waylon  pause.  his  head  pokes  out  from  around  the  wall  he’d  hidden  behind.  camcorder  is  raised  once  more  in  search  of  this  impossible  character. 

     ❝   wh— who  are  you?   how  did  you  get  in  here?  do  you  know  a  way  out?   ❞

His footsteps beat heavy on the tile floor; a rabbit running from it's potential assailant. She doesn't have to run to catch up. He backs himself into a corner, hiding, exactly as she's expected. She meets him there at her normal pace, a casual stride, without breaking a sweat. His trust, however, catches her off guard. She's expected to have to follow the sound of heavy breathing, to catch him by the collar of his shirt, drag him kicking and screaming to his feet.

Instead, he allows himself to be caught. He takes a misguided chance on her. The dim lighting of the asylum and silhouette of her makeshift dress are forgiving. She knows he recognizes her for what she is; a woman, a mother. Nurturing. Safe. He isn't able to reconcile that with the potential of her being a patient.

She's focused on him, on all she could do now that he's still; on a slow torture, blood under her nails, the second apostle gasping for breath under the weight of her. The urge burns inside her until it aches, like molten lava coursing through her veins. She's dizzy, always dizzy, on the brink of passing out, though it never comes. She's uncertain if it's a direct side effect of the static, or a side effect of a side effect; the sleep deprivation, the loss of appetite. She doesn't fight any of it anymore. A different perspective is welcome in a place like this. 

But… she's one of the few here coherent enough to think. She holds onto instinct like a lifeline, but she doesn't yet act. Later, she assures it. Soon. There's a method to her madness, the strategy of an animal hunting it's prey. She is soft, until she's not. She is soft, with sharp edges threatening to tear through her calm demeanor like tissue paper. 

"Consider me your guardian angel." She's closer, hand pressed to the wall he hides behind, looming over him. She exudes confidence; lack of fear is the strongest indicator that there's something terribly wrong.

"I got here the same way you did. He brought us here. Together. This is destiny."

She pauses for only a beat. She knows she needs bait to keep his attention. "I can help you find a way out."

#whistleblouwer #Mount Massive Verse;