#✧˖*°࿐ WISHLIST // sometimes DREAMS DON’T come true.

[voidfell]

Once again thinking about Billy and the Domestication Arc(TM) because adopting Billy is less like adopting an orphan child and more like domesticating a feral rescue animal. He's somehow both extremely open and friendly and yet trusts absolutely no one. He would rather be self-sufficient and live on the streets than be a burden on anyone just because they feel bad for him. He struggles hardcore with accepting when an adult genuinely cares about him because of his trauma from his uncle and from the foster system. His enemies largely all know his secret identity because of his recklessness and he would rather die than put that kind of danger on someone if he didn't know they were a superhero too-- and even then that hero would have their own rogues to deal with it wouldn't be right to drag them into his magic stuff too. Billy is like 10-11 and has not known how to be a child who gets taken care of by others for a very, very long time.

#✧˖*°࿐ Billy Batson About // surprise when a WARRIOR will run wild. #✧˖*°࿐ WISHLIST // sometimes DREAMS DON’T come true. #✧˖*°࿐ OOC // ROAD WORK ahead? uh i sure HOPE so.

[voidfcllen]

Things that I’d love to explore more with Billy:

The Rock of Eternity being a liminal space outside of time and reality. It could be so fascinating for Billy to have encounters there at the Rock that he wouldn’t be able to have normally. Maybe with other versions of himself, or the Shazamily, or enemies invading at different points in time and space and he just gets wrapped up in it because he’s the first version of himself to find out.

Just, threads where the Rock of Eternity is unsettling and strange and outside of the normal realm of comprehension where time had no meaning and the different realities can overlap when you aren’t expecting it.

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#❅ [ Billy Batson ] an average ordinary EVERYDAY superhero. #❅ [ WISHLIST ] sometimes DREAMS DON’T come true. #❅ [ OOC ] ROAD WORK ahead? uh i sure HOPE so.

[thessalian]

Thess vs ALL THE DEMOS

It’s not a Steam Next Fest, but last night I was sitting there going, “I hurt too much to sleep and I should do some hyperfocus Zen until the pain meds kick in a bit more or I’m too tired to care” and decided to prune my current Demo folder. And then today I went perusing for more demos (thanks to recent time spent on DREDGE, it really wants to throw eldritch horror at me, to the point where it’s pointing me at things where not even the demo is out yet, never mind the game). So now there are a lot more demos.

Sometimes I worry about seeming pretentious because I barely play anything that isn’t indie or, like, nearly a decade old? But honestly, I think I’ll just be glad I can sit here and celebrate indie games. Besides, the Stray Gods: RPG Musical demo dropped and this is David Gaider writing and a whole lot of very talented voice actors and I have got to see this. And the others look interesting.

So, yeah. More demos.

Lake: This one’s an older game, but it’s been on my wishlist for quite awhile. I just hadn’t seen the demo before. I was checking the store page to see how long it’s going to be on sale, since I was considering adding it to my purchases when Cook, Serve, Forever and Pan’Orama come out in a couple of days, and boom, demo. So I gave it a try to see if I actually wanted to buy the thing. And ... I think I do? I mean, there’s some vehicular stuff that occasionally feels a little counterintuitive to me, and I’ve clearly been living in this country too long because I keep driving on the wrong side of the road, and some of the people in that town need a slap across the mouth (don’t even get me started about Meredith’s regular boss), but there are stories there and I want to see where they go. And I haven’t crashed the postal van yet, so that’s something. Basically it’s driving around, delivering mail, occasionally talking to people, and getting bits and pieces of the stories that float around little quasi-rural towns in Oregon. The scenery’s nice too.

Blue Wednesday: This one’s kind of a maybe. The bit of it I played was interesting, but I’d really need to practice the piano minigame if I really want to actually do the thing. Then again, I guess that’s what playing the game is for. ...Also admittedly this one hits a bit close to home, as it features a young aspiring jazz musician who’s more or less having to put his dreams of being a professional musician on hold because capitalism, basically. I think everybody who’s likely to play this one is going to get a twinge out of that one, and that’s just the first in-game day. So I’ll be keeping an eye on that one when it comes out - the gameplay’s pretty clever and the premise is relatable, for sure.

Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical: I got fairly interested in this one as soon as I heard about it. This game has got pedigree. David Gaider’s one of the directors and writers, one of the other directors was writing for Pillars of Eternity, and as for the cast ... well, in the demo alone I got Laura Bailey, Ashley Johnson, and Khary Payton, plus a couple “I know that one sounds familiar” that haven’t hit IMDB yet and Janina Gavankar, who I mostly know from having been into True Blood and a fairly minor role in Horizon Zero Dawn’s The Frozen Wilds expansion ... but also from some of the Forspoken trailers. Anyway, it also has Troy Baker, Mary Elizabeth McGlynn, Allegra Clark, Erika Ishii, Rahul Kohli, Anjali Bhimani, Felicia Day (which ... ehh for me but y’know)... Fans of Critical Role will know a lot of these voices. But still, pedigree doesn’t count for much if the story and mechanics aren’t there. Now, the demo’s really short, and doesn’t touch on the plot that much? But the mechanics are interesting. Basically ... okay, think of it as The Wicked and the Divine meets Scooby Doo meets that one Buffy musical episode, Once More With Feeling, where you’re given options and the decisions you make not only affect how you proceed, but also shape the lyrics of your big musical numbers. It’s honestly clever as shit, and that’s another one I don’t think I’d mind pre-ordering. Don’t know if that’ll be an option, but it’s coming out in August, so at least it’s not a massively long wait.

Lighthouse of Madness: Steam has been throwing eldritch horror at me because of the amount of time I’ve spent on DREDGE lately, so here we are. This one’s ... interesting but problematic. I mean, it’s first person, so that’s an issue for me, and honestly the controls are a little janky. It looks wonderfully atmospheric and creepy, but it’s a low priority on my wish list because honestly, I’m not sure how well I’d be able to play it. Still, lots more eldritch horror where that came from.

Not right now, though - if for no other reason than that this post is going to get insanely long if I don’t knock it off. So more later - this is going to be a “Poking At Demos” kind of weekend. Yaaaaaay!

#Thess plays video games #Thess vs Demos

[spidernerdsblog]

Wildest Dreams

Pairing: actor! Tom Holland x actress! Reader

Summary : Based on Taylor Swift’s song Wildest dreams. You thought Tom was the love of your life but it was just one of your wildest dreams.

Warnings : 18+,SMUT, mature content, infidelity, angst, tom being a douchebag.

"Today we have with us the Oscar winning renowned actress the one and only Y/N Y/L/N!" The RJ hyped you up. 

"Hello everyone" you spoke on the mic in front of you smiling. 

"Well first of all congratulations Y/N on your big oscar win." 

"Thank you so much. I’m still recovering from it not gonna lie." You chuckle. The RJ asked you a bunch of other questions which you replied cheerfully. 

"So you have been casted to play Morgan Stark in the next part of Marvel Avengers movie." 

"Yes and I am looking forward to it. Being in a Marvel film was always on my wishlist and I can finally tick it off." 

"Do you feel yourself under pressure as you will be continuing a legacy?" 

"It’s definitely a pressure playing Tony Stark’s daughter and living upto the standards of none other than RDJ. Luckily he is personally mentoring me and I think I’ll fare well. I have read the script which I can't reveal much but playing the grown up version of Morgan who is a part of the Avengers will be a lot of fun." 

"Well saying so you are also going to be sharing screen with Tom Holland after a long time. What do you have to say about the rumours  of you being speculated as the possible reason behind his relationship with his fiancee hitting the rocks?" you took a moment before answering the question. 

"Well a lot of things fly in the air we don't catch on everything right? And I have always made it clear that we never dated, we are just friends that's all."

"So you are still single?" 

"And not interested to mingle." You chuckle. 

"Well it was nice to have you with us today, Y/N."

"It was my pleasure. Love you guys bye."

The show ended and you headed out of the office building for the pre production meeting arranged by Marvel with the whole cast. You were sitting in your posh car, the last question of the RJ about your relationship with Tom still spiraling in your mind. You reminisced about one of your past mistakes. Though you wouldn't call it a mistake because you fell for a wrong person but when he left he gave you a life lesson which you will remember in your lifetime that 'nothing lasts forever'. 

It started with a small Instagram follow but who knew it would take you down like that. 

It all happened 2 years ago in a promotional show just like this. Your acting career had just begun and you had managed to create quite a buzz in and around the industry delivering two blockbusters mesmerizing the critics and audiences with your spectacular performance in your three year acting career. You were in a radio show for the promotion of your upcoming movie. The RJs were interviewing you.

"Well Tom Holland was here the other day and we asked who he likes among the upcoming new talents in the industry. He said and we quote that you are cute, sexy and very talented." the lady said. 

"Well what do I say thank you Tom." you giggle shyly. 

"Have you guys ever met?" the other male RJ asked. 

"Not really, though we had a chance to interact during the comic con. But I really admire his work and would love to work with him in future."

"But I have to inform you that he is a little disappointed that he follows you but you never followed him back." the lady jokes. 

"Well I can fix that I guess.'' You took out your phone from your jeans pocket and opened your insta app.

"And here we go, officially following Tom Holland." You said tapping the follow button.

"I hope now you are not upset anymore, Tom." you chuckle.

In less than a month you were signed up for a Netflix movie. It was a rom com and you were casted opposite none other than Tom Holland. The shooting began within two months.

You were on the set sitting in your trailer facetiming your mom. 

"Honey are you eating well?" Your mom asked.

"Yes mom I am." You assured her when you heard a knock as the door of your trailer opened and the person’s head popped in, it was Tom. You waved your hand to usher him in. 

"Five minutes please." You mouthed to him

"It’s okay," he mouthed back sitting on a chair. 

"Who is it?" Your mom asked.

"It's my costar you know him, the guy from spiderman." You inform her.

"Oh the one you have a crush on?" 

"Mom!" You shrieked utterly embarrassed with your mom revealing your secret.

"What? You only said that he is cute." 

"Ok-ok I get it you made your point but I have to go now, I'll talk to you later."

"OK sweetie take care." 

"Yeah bye mom." You ended the call heaving a sigh of relief and turned towards him. 

"Ignore my mom. I just told her that you were cute in the homecoming movie and she just assumed I have a crush on you." 

"Oh that's fine." He gave you a warm smile.

"So what's up?" You chirped.

"Umm just here to talk about the scenes we are going to shoot tomorrow together."

"Oh you mean the sex scenes?"

"Umm yeah." He said uneasiness clearly in his voice.

"Tom Holland nervous about some sex scenes?" You joked.

"No-no it's, it's not like that. I just want to make sure that you are comfortable tomorrow so I just wanted to discuss it beforehand."

"Oh that's really nice of you. Well honestly I'm always nervous before such scenes. Though it's partial nudity but still the scenes are quite passionate and vividly described." 

"Don't worry I'll try my best to make it easy and comfortable for you."

"Thank you Tom."

"Pleasure is all mine." he smiled. 

The next day on the set the director gave you the last minute reading of the scene that you are going to shoot. You and Tom walked in the frame. As per the script you guys play characters who are friends with benefits but both of you grow feelings for each other. When one confronts the other it leads to an angsty moment but soon turns into passionate love making. 

The camera started rolling and as soon as the director said "action!". You both got into your characters and played your parts flawlessly as per the script. 

"Why don’t you find someone who doesn’t hurt you?" You ask

"But I love you, Emma." Tom replies with a soft tone.

"Liam you don’t understand I was never good at this." You say with frustration in your voice.

"What.. talking?" He sarcasms.

"Yeah talking, communicating, relationships.." You were cut off as he captured your lips for a kiss.

"Well neither was I but we can figure it out slowly." his gaze was intense as your eyes were glassy. 

The next thing you did was, crashed your lips to his. It had to be a very messy sloppy one so both of you rolled your tongues into each other’s mouth. You popped open the buttons of his shirt out of desperation and then pushed him onto the bed. Tom plopped on the soft mattress as you got up to straddle him around his waist pulling your sweatshirt off your body revealing your red lacy bra underneath. Tom let out a light gasp it wasn’t to happen but the whole act turned him on as he felt blood rushing down south. You carried on the act like a true professional and leaned on to his face capturing his thin lips. He deepened the kiss holding your face and you kept on grinding on his crotch. The kiss grew heavy then you were suddenly aware of the growing bulge underneath you but you continued anyhow 'he is a human getting aroused is normal' you kept on repeating that in your mind. His hand trailed up your back and unclasped your bra. 

And with the scene coming to an end the director shouted "cut!" 

"Well done you guys." The director praised. You pulled away and got off him as the costume runner handed you your robe to cover you up, you slipped it on and tied it around your body. 

Tom's eyes never left you as you made your way back to your trailer to retouch your makeup and take a rest before the next scene starts. He was always known to be a professional but you made his mind go haywire. You on the other hand could only think about the scene, how you felt his hard on though it wasn't his fault it happens sometimes you reminded yourself. 

After the unit packed up for the day you were on your way back to your car as you heard a car honking behind you. You stopped as the car pulled over and the windows rolled down. 

"Need a ride?" Tom asked sweetly. 

"No thanks, I have my own." You gave a tight lipped smile.

"C'mon it's been a hectic week for both of us we should really blow off some steam and I don't want to get drunk alone too."

"Okay." You gave in breaking into a smile. You sat in the front seat as he drove the car while you texted your manager Mike about your change of plans. 

"So where are we going?" you ask. 

"Just in and about the town.'' everything went silent again before Tom cleared his throat and began. 

"Umm listen Y/N I'm.."

"It's okay Tom it happens sometimes I didn't mind anything." You cut him off saving him and you from  the awkward conversation. He took you to a local pub and had a few drinks together. Later you got back into the car both of you totally buzzed. You were laughing about something as Tom kept staring at you. 

"What?" you ask giggling. What came into his mind you don't know as he just straight up went to grab your face and kissed you, catching you off guard. You pushed him away, bewildered. 

"Tom! What are you doing?!" 

"Sorry, sorry, I-I just couldn't control myself. Ever since I saw you like that you are the only thing in my mind." he rambled. 

"But that doesn't mean you can kiss me."

"Don't tell me you didn't like it." his voice low as he brought his hand to your cheek. 

"Well.." Your words were stuck in your throat as your gaze dropped to his lips and you leaned forward to kiss him again fervently. 

"Your place or mine?" He asked, pulling away gasping. 

"Whichever is close." You said out of breath.

He never drove his car this fast the way he drove tonight to reach his apartment rented by the production company for him. You weren't even completely inside his apartment as he crashed his lips and pushed you against the door. You moaned into the kiss as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. 

You woke up the next morning as the sunlight hit your face squinting your eyes open. You stir on the bed to find yourself tangled in bedsheets and in the arms of Tom.

"Goodmorning, love." His voice husky as he looks down at you with his soft brown eyes. You sit up abruptly holding the sheets to your chest wide eyed as you recollect the memories of last night. Mike your manager had always warned you that you should avoid getting into any kind of relationship with your costars. You are young and new to this industry, a good image is what you need right now. 

"No, no, no this was a mistake. This should have never happened." You repent holding your head. Tom sits up holding your shoulders comfortingly. 

"Hey-Hey it’s okay. Last night was really good.I understand you don't know me well and your career has just begun so you don't want a relationship but that doesn't mean we can't have a little bit of fun." saying so he went for a kiss but you pull away.

"That's not the point Tom! We are colleagues and I want to keep it that way. And this will never happen again. This will be the first and last." You made it clear and left his apartment.

🥀

However Tom made it a mission to tease the hell out of you on set. You would often find him subtly touching you whenever he got the chance, when you were sitting together his fingers lazily dancing around your thighs making you shiver as he flashed you a cocky grin because he is totally aware of what he is doing to you. 

You reached your breaking point on the day you had to shoot another sex scene. The scene required minimal clothing. You would be just wearing your underwear and modesty patches to cover your breasts which will leave little to anyone's imagination. You took off your robe and lied down on the bed underneath the white covers Tom got on top of you in just his boxers. You licked your lips as you saw the prominent outline of his dick through the fabric which only reminded you of the night you slept together. He propped over you on his forearms a pillow kept between you. 

As the director shouted 'action', Tom leaned down to kiss you, dragging his lips down your body, sucking on to your skin as he massaged your breast with his hand. He could feel your nipple harden through the patch as you began to let out small moans as per the script. The heat radiating from his body was so overwhelming you could just think of him railing you to the mattress. Heat pooled between your legs and you were thankful that there is a pillow separating you or else he would easily get to know how wet you are. 

You closed your eyes, hands slipping on to his back letting out fake moans as he carried on rutting his hips on the pillow. Suddenly a chill ran down your spine when you felt two slender fingers brushing near your heat. 

"Did I make you wet, darling?" he whispered, chuckling lowly into your ears. Your breath hitched as you felt your cheeks heat up but you had nothing much to do than just go on with the scene. 

The scene ended as soon as the director said "cut!" And you were more than thankful as you quickly slipped into the robe. But you were hot and bothered as you exchanged glances as you both agreed to an unspoken agreement. 

And a few agonising moments later you find yourself bent down gazing at your flushed out reflection with droopy eyes in the dirty mirror of one of the restrooms on set you both snuck into to relieve your sexual frustration. Your dress bunched up to your waist as Tom thrusted inside you hard and fast. 

"Fuck darling! This feels so better when I actually get to fuck this pretty little pussy instead of wasting my energy humping a damn pillow." He grunted drawing back his hip to slam right into you as you jolted forward trying to keep yourself steady gripping on the edge of the marble.

"Fuck Tom!" you moaned. Your legs felt wobbly; knees on the verge of giving out as Tom’s hands expertly supported you. One of his hands slipped between your thighs rubbing circles stimulating your sensitive bud. You gasped at the added pleasure. 

"Tell me sweetheart who is fucking you so well?" He asked cockily.

"You T-Tom you." you were finding it hard to form proper words.

"Damn right." he chuckles. 

Just then there was a knock on the door. You squeaked in surprise and Tom immediately covered your mouth with his hand. You glared at him through the mirror.

"Miss Y/L/N?" It was your assistant Rebecca. Tom removed his hand from your mouth still going on with his menacing pace.

"What the fuck?!!" You seethed.

"You were being loud." he Whisper yells. 

"Mam are you there?" She asked again.

"Yeah- yeah. What is it?" You stuttered.

"The next shot will be ready in half an hour. You need to go for your makeup." 

"Okay .. ah i’ll be there in a few minutes." You tried to answer as energetically as possible.

"Mam are you okay?" she asked with concern in her voice. 

"Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just-just go I’ll be there." Tom had a smug grin plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes. His eyes darkened dripping with lust as he thrusted deep inside you again, hitting your spot as you moaned loudly but he pulled you back by your neck, capturing your lips messily muffling your moans. You felt him twitch inside you and you knew you weren’t far away. You heard Rebecca's receding footsteps as Tom increased his pace again tipping you off the edge you both came with a loud moan. His head dropped to the crook of your neck panting, brushing his lips on your sensitive skin. You hissed when he pulled out. He stepped away giving you some space to clean up while he chugged the condom in the bin and zipped his pants fixing his shirt.

"I’ll go out first and you come out later." He said running his fingers through his messy hair trying to tame them. You nodded trying your best to fix your dishevelled appearance. 

🥀

This just became a regular thing for you guys sneaking out on the set to end up making out at the most odd places you could ever imagine. Sometimes in your trailers for a quickie. 

One time you were making out at the back of your trailer Tom’s hands were roaming around all over your body as he blurted out of nowhere.

"I love you." You broke the kiss and raised a brow.

"You don’t need to show your fake love to get into my pants." Tom frowned. 

"What? No I do love you Y/N" 

"You’re joking right?" you gave a poker face. 

"No Y/N, ever since I met you I fell for you instantly." 

"Really?" Your eyes welled up in disbelief.

"Yes, love. I love you and will always love you." 

"I love you too." You sealed your lips kissing softly, emotions running high. 

You started to feel his presence even more around you after you confessed your feelings for each other. Your wardrobe now consists of half of his clothes which he leaves behind in your room every time he spends the night with you. He tells you he loves you but he is never there the next morning for you. He isn't ready to acknowledge the relationship between you because he says it isn't a good time. You are always dodging the prying eyes of the media. 

Yes you were young, naive and trusted people way too easily that is why you didn't see the obvious red flags in your relationship. 

🥀

The last scene for the movie was to be shot outdoors near a cliff. The location was picturesque as the last scene was shot of you and Tom kissing each other. After the shooting ended the director officially announced the wrapping up of the film. The crew hugged each other and indulged into a little celebration at the location itself. You went near the cliff soaking in the natural beauty reminiscing about how this was the best summer of your life where you found the love of your life when Tom walked up to you from behind. He brushed aside your hair placing a necklace with a heart shaped pendant around your neck. You let out a light gasp surprised heart swelling up at his loving gesture. 

"This-this is beautiful Tom." 

"I know, love. Only for the most beautiful woman. This will always remind you of our love."

He wrapped his arms around you as you overlooked the cliff watching the sunset with an orangish yellow hue. His phone buzzed as he took it out from his pocket and saw the caller id. 

"I need to take this." He excused himself to take the call. You fiddled with your necklace admiring it and smiling to yourself. One of the runners brought you a bottle of beer you took it and the boy was about to go and give the other bottle to Tom but you stopped him. 

"I’ll give it to him." You took the bottle from him and made your way where Tom was busy talking to whoever called over the phone. 

"Yeah bye love you. Miss you too." You caught the last bit of his conversation. 

"Girlfriend?" You joked startling him. For a moment he felt his breath caught in his throat, he gulped hard before chuckling nervously. 

"I’ll be so damned to cheat on you. It was my cousin. Have to go back home, some urgent family work has come up." 

"You will leave tomorrow only?" You pout.

"Sorry love." He brings his hand to your cheek.

"What about I go with you? I always wanted to meet your family, I mean my future family." Your eyes sparkled. 

"Uh i don’t think that’s  a good idea since we are not public yet." he fumbled. 

"So let’s go public. You love me, I love you, what's the problem?" 

"Ofcourse, love but not this time. Once I return from London we will make our relationship official I promise." 

"What if you find a hot brit chick and forget about me?" you pout. 

"I can never forget you. This face is worth remembering." he cradled your face lovingly. 

"I really want to spend the last few moments with you before I go back."

"I'll keep my door unlocked.'' You winked.

At night Tom stood in front of your hotel room and as you had said the door was unlocked he smiled to himself sneaking into your room quietly. He was startled as you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in pinning him against the door pressing your lips to his. 

"I’m gonna miss you so much." you say breathing heavily.

"Me too darling." 

Pretty soon all your clothes were discarded as you now lay on your bed spread out for him while he pounds into you relentlessly. 

"Oh fuck darling you always feel so good around me." He praises thrusting deeper inside you. You grab onto his back wrapping your legs around him. His phone buzzes several times on the bedside table but he was too invested in the pleasure he was getting being buried deep inside you so he decides to ignore it. 

"So gorgeous." He purrs trailing his lips down your chest sucking on to your hardened nipples. Your body arches at his touch, your one hand reaching  down to rub your clit.

"Yes rub that clit for me." He demands. You clench hard around him as you both reach your own highs. He collapsed on top of you burying his head in the crook of your neck as he pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder before pulling out and rolled over to your side. You turned to him resting your head on his chest. His phone buzzes again and he reaches to receive it but ends the call abruptly seeing the number. 

"Who is it?" 

"Oh it's no one, darling." He said, stroking your hair gently and pecking on your forehead wrapping you in his warm embrace. You nuzzle your face in his chest listening to his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

You woke up to an empty bed next morning. Tom had an early morning flight so maybe he didn’t want to wake you up you thought, giving yourself false hopes.

First two weeks he used to FaceTime you daily but soon it got limited to plain simple texts and suddenly all of it stopped. Two months went by and you didn't hear anything from Tom but still you kept your hopes high telling yourself he must be busy.

🥀

The time of the premiere for your film was approaching and you were over the moon with just the thought that you were finally going to meet him. At the night of the premier you were dolled up in one of your designer dresses, you decided to ditch your expensive diamond necklace to wear the necklace Tom gave you before leaving. You reached the venue and stepped out of your car as your eyes were flooded with the flashes from the cameras, you gracefully walked the red carpet a wide smile adorning your face. But it didn't last long. 

You heard the crowd going frenzy chanting the name of the person you loved the most in this world. You turned around to look at him and froze. He wasn't alone, he had a woman in his arms as they smiled at the cameras. Your heart clenched when you saw the big rock shining on her ring finger. He got engaged and he brought in his fiancee to make the news public. So this was his emergency family work in London.

Tom looked around smiling when his eyes found you standing at a distance with a hardened gaze. His gaze dropped to his feet as a sense of guilt kicked in. You were disgusted and filled with hatred he left you, no he fucking lied to you and was cheating on you this entire time. You never wanted a relationship in the first place. He was the one who professed his love for you and you being the lovesick idiot believed him. 

The cast was made to stand together for a group photo. You stood to the left of him. He couldn't dare to meet your eyes. 

The movie began as you took your seats and tried focusing on the screen. Tom frequently stole glances of you as memories came flooding in. You caught him glancing at you and you could no longer take this betrayal anymore. He had imagined of getting married one day and starting a family but guess what it was true but just not with you. You informed Mike sitting beside you that you aren't feeling well, he arranged for you to leave. You got up in the middle of the movie and ran out of the auditorium. Tom saw that went after you. 

"Y/N wait! Please don't go. Let me explain!" he shouted desperately. 

You didn't listen as you ran towards your car with tears in your eyes. You got into it and drove past him as you saw his reflection in the rear view mirror desperately calling out to you. Tears pricked your eyes as you saw the necklace he gave you as a token of love dangling down your neck. You held the necklace and pulled it hard breaking the chain. You took a look at it for one last time and threw it out of the window in rage. You wailed inside the car crying your heart out. That night you made up your mind to only focus on your career no more distractions or false attachments. Your hard work has paid off because two years later you are now an internationally acclaimed star with a strong image, a role model for many and your fans adore you.

Though after that dreadful night you received a string of messages of apologies from Tom which went on for at least a month but you left all of them on seen.  Recently he had started texting you again mostly they read 'I miss you', 'can we meet?' He even went on a liking spree on your Instagram account which fueled the rumors of you two possibly getting together. You decided to ignore all of it because you always wanted him to suffer the way you did. You wanted the memories of you to haunt him for eternity like a curse he can't get rid of. 

Your car reaches Marvel's office as your bodyguard opens the door and you step out of the car you strut past the gates through the hallways to the room where the meeting was to be held. Your assistant walking by your side briefing you out about your today's schedule. You entered the room to find some of the big names in Hollywood already present and there was Tom too. This is the first time in two years you are finally meeting face to face. His eyes lit up instantly seeing you as he made his way to you enthusiastically. 

"Hi Y/N" 

"Oh hey Tom." you greeted him with a smile. 

"So how are you?" he began but you didn't answer as your eyes were trained on the person behind him, a handsome blonde with icy blue eyes walking right your way.

"Hi Harrison Osterfield." He introduced himself.

"I know, you are playing my love interest and I must say you are totally worth it." You giggled. 

"Well it’s my honor to be your love interest." he chuckled. 

Tom just stood there as a mere spectator watching his best friend and you flirt with each other. You're totally lost in him, the only thought reeling in your mind.

Fuck he’s gorgeous….. 

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(A/N : This crap came out of nowhere. Will I be writing a Harrison osterfield x Reader fic based on 'gorgeous'? who knows🤷‍♀️) Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

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[xanican-exile]

Interview the Muse

Do all of them

Long post under the cut

- What is your Full name? Include any maiden names, aliases, or nicknames.

”Venix Savreux. My last name is Mornese, I guess that must be where my mother was from. Its a country a bit to the east of Xanica.” - When is your birthday? Do you know where you were born and at what time?

”I’m actually not sure. I know that my birthday is a few weeks before the first snowfalls, but rangers didn’t really have calendars out in the Wyrmswood.”

- What is your star sign? Do you know your Chinese Zodiac too?

“I don’t know what that means.”

- What is your earliest memory that you can remember?

“My... Mother wiping a bloody scrape on my cheek. I’m really young, can’t be more than 4 or 5? It hurts a lot but I won’t let myself cry. Babies cry, but I won’t. She’s chiding me for getting in a fight, especially with two boys that are bigger than me. But I think a little part of her is proud. They were making fun of me for being a whore’s son.”

- Where was your childhood home? Was it more urban or rural?

“I was born in docks quarter of Esklay, one of the big port cities in Xanica.”

- How was your childhood in general? Did your parents treat you well? Did you have a lot of friends?

“My mother and I didn’t have much. She was a whore, no idea who my dad was, and I wasn’t exactly around there long enough to make friends.”

“Things got a lot better when I joined the rangers though.”

- How was/is school? What is your favorite and least favorite subjects? What were your grades on average?

“I didn’t go to school, but I was trained to be a ranger from the time I was... 8, 9? Something like that. I know I was ranked pretty high among the cadets, I was the top in sword skills, but everyone else that would join my pack was better than me in at least one thing.”

- Did you have a best friend growing up? What was their name? Are you still in touch?

“No, no I’m not in contact with any of them. Vex, Rand, Mako, Velite, Ilia. They.. They aren’t around anymore.”

- Were you in any cliques?

“We were encouraged to become close to small groups, they would become our pack once our training was finished.”

- Best childhood memory you can recall?

“The day my pack became full rangers.”

- Worst childhood memory you can recall?

“... My mom dying.”

- Name an event in your childhood that has shaped you into the person you are today

“Probably the day I was found by the rangers. After my mom died I ran from home, didn’t know where I was going, too young to think beyond getting away. I think it was a few weeks of being on my own, barely surviving on scraps. I guess I was going north, because I eventually ended up in the Wyrmswood. I don’t know how, it’s hundreds of miles from where Esklay is on the coast, must have ended up in one of its southernmost reaches. I.. I ended up passing out around a ranger campfire, barely noticing the people watching me. A lot of lost kids, orphans, bastards, and street rats end up as rangers, but I’ve never heard of any others stumbling on them like I did. Its probably happened, Xanica is pretty big, but I’ve never heard of it. Anyway, when I woke up they fed me, tended to my wounds, and teased my story out of me. I remember one of them asking me if I would like to be strong enough to never let something like this happen again. I took his offer without a second thought.”

- What is the dumbest thing you have ever done to impress someone? Were they impressed or was it all for naught?

“I guess there was a couple times when I was still training that I tried to go off on my own, hunt things I wasn’t ready to to impress our masters. Only took a couple beatings before I stopped doing that though.”

- Did you ever have any sweethearts or lovers? Do you have a boy/girlfriend?

“Not really. I’m on the road a lot, going from place to place. I don’t get time to get close to a girl like that. There is this one bard I seem to keep running into though..”

- Are you a virgin?

“No.”

- Do you ever plan on getting married in your life? Do you want kids?

“I’ve.. never really thought about that. I guess no. Having a family or getting married doesn’t sound like something I can do.”

- Would you rather have your own kids or adopt? How many kids would you want?

“I don’t really have a preference, its hard for my to imagine doing either.”

- Do you think you'd be a protective parent or a relaxed parent?

“I don’t think I’d be a very good one.”

- How would you prefer to pass away? Surrounded by loved ones and at peace, or while doing something heroic?

“Definitely fighting. I want whatever takes me down to remember how much of a struggle it was to kill me.”“

- Generally, how healthy are you? Do you get sick or injured easily or are you fit?

“I do everything I can to stay in peak physical condition. Doing otherwise would mean I end up dead in my line of work.”

- Have you ever been badly injured before?

“Several times. You don’t fight monsters for over a decade without collecting a fair share of scars.”

- What is the worst injury you have ever gotten? What was it and how did it happen? Were you ever close to death?

“This one right here. Those three slashes across my chest? Those are from a Wyrmling. Its like a wyvern but flightless and with four legs. I had to hunt one on my own once. Those claws destroyed my armor, but I would have been turned to paste if I hadn’t been wearing it.”

- How many times have you been to the hospital/doctor's?

“I haven’t been to many hospitals. Those are for sick people, but I’ve had to visit a lot of surgeons and healers over the years to get stitched up or have other wounds treated. I’ve never tried counting how many times I’ve been to those.”

- Have you ever had a concussion or brain injury? Have you ever had amnesia?

“I’ve had more than a few concussions, but I don’t think I’ve ever had amnesia or a serious brain injury, thankfully.”

“...I should really get a helmet.”

- What was the worst illness you ever contacted? Do you know what it was? How long were you sick?

“I don’t know what it was, but there was one time that I was stuck in bed for over a week as a child. It happens sometimes to cadets, they weren’t sure I’d survive, but I proved stronger than they expected.”

- Ever had any extended hospital stays? What for?

“Didn’t I already answer this?”

- Have you ever had to give yourself or someone else emergency first aid? What happened?

“Multiple times. Sometimes they lived, sometimes they didn’t.”

- Are you employed? Where do you work and who do you work for? What do you do?

“I guess you could call me a mercenary. Since leaving Xanica I’ve made my living going from place to place dealing with bandits, poachers, and monsters. Once or twice I’ve been hired to stay on a noble’s estates for a season to keep it guarded. Those jobs are boring, but pay best.”

- Are you happy with your current job?

“...No. Most of it is just busywork. I do it because its what I know, because its closest to what I used to do. But I wish I had something more meaningful to use my skills for.”

- Did you have any previous jobs? What were they and what did you do?

“I was raised to be a ranger. Its what I did until leaving Xanica about 2 years ago.”

- Most dangerous thing you have ever done?

“That’s hard to say. I’ve been involved in a lot of dangerous things. The expedition into the Divide might be at the top though.”

- Do you consider yourself a more active person or a more relaxed person?

“Definitely more active. I’m not good at sitting around doing nothing for than a day or so.”

- What is your dream come true? How about your worst nightmare?

“My... My nightmare already happened. My dream would be for my pack to be alive.”

- What is the biggest and most important goal you have set for yourself?

“To never let what happened to the rangers happen to someone else.”

- How persistent would you say you are? How much does it take to get you to give up on a task?

“I’d like to say I don’t give up easy, but I guess I’ve already given in on the stuff that matters.”

- Would you surrender yourself to your enemies or fight to the very end?

“Fight. I won’t run again, not while there is something I can still do.”

- When do you usually do your shopping? What is currently on your shopping list?

“Usually between jobs, or right after I finish one. Right now I need to get myself some new rope, hardtack, my cloak stitched, and a pan for cooking.”

- Top three things on your wishlist?

“Wyvernhide leather cuirass, a pair of those new glyph inscribed boots that resist water, and a warm chocolate mint drink.”

- Currently, what is something you want but do not need?

“A warm chocolate mint drink “

- Do you like shopping? What is your favorite thing to shop for?

“I don’t know if I like shopping, but I don’t dislike it either, its just something I have to do.”

- What is the most expensive thing you have purchased? Was it worth it?

“My mail shirt. Absolutely worth it, saved my life more than once.”

- What would you do if you were suddenly given one billion dollars out of the blue?

“I’m not sure. I don’t really buy a lot of luxuries. Maybe I would purchase a keep or something? A place to winter at when the roads get snowed over.”

- What would you describe your style of clothing as?

“Practical.”

- Do you have any hobbies? Name all of them if you can.

“I can make simple woodcarvings, I play the flute, and I guess I’ve dabbled in falconry.”

- Do you like and appreciate art? What is your favorite piece of artwork?

- Do you like music? What is your favorite style of music?

- Have you ever seen any musicals? What is your favorite?

- What are your top three favorite animals? What would you say your "Patronus" or "Spirit Animal" is?

“Eagles, Hawks, and Bears. Most rangers would probably say our spirits are most like wolves.”

- What are your top three favorite colors?

“Red, white, and I guess yellow or amber, though that last one is really just with eye colors.”

- What is your favorite season? Do you prefer hotter or colder weather? Do you like snow at all?

“Spring. I can’t stand the snow, it makes it easier to be tracked, and the work always slows down during the winter.”

- What kind of flavors do you prefer: Sweet, Sour, Bitter, Spicy, Dry, or Umami (savory meat taste)?

“Savory is my favorite. I’m not really a fan of sweets aside from fruits. I like mint a lot as well, but I don’t know what that falls under.”

- Can you cook at all?

“Yes. Everyone in the pack took turns cooking. So we all got pretty good at it.”

- What is your favorite dish? Can you prepare it? Do you have the recipe handy?

“I don’t know if I have a favorite, but I do like going to new places and trying their foods.”

- What is your favorite fruit and vegetable?

“Strawberries and onions.”

- What is your favorite dessert? What is your favorite type of candy/treat?

“Choclate is just about the only sweet I enjoy.”

- What is the best thing you have ever had the opportunity to eat? What is the worst?

“Xanican haggis is always a treat.”

- Do you like to drink tea or coffee? Any favorite flavors?

“Both are good, as I said earlier I like mind a lot.”

- Describe your sense of humor.

“Sarcasm.”

- What is one thing you are justly proud of?

“My skill with a sword. I’ve always been good with a blade. The best of all the rangers in my age group.”

- Do you have any religious beliefs? If not, have you ever been to a church service?

“Everyone pays respect to the gods, but I wouldn’t say I’m really religious. I’ve had to go to a few services when going to priest or nun healers. They usually make that their payment.”

- What would you say is the worst thing someone has done to you? What is the meanest thing someone has ever said to you?

"Tricking my pack into helping stoke the fires of a civil war and then getting them all killed. Anything that’s been said to me doesn’t even come close to that.”

- What is the worst thing you have done to someone? What is the meanest thing you have said to anyone?

“I’m not really sure. I tend not to talk much unless I have something really worth saying, insults are usually not worth the effort.” “Worst thing I’ve ever done to someone is definitely kill them. I’ve had to kill quite a few people.”

- Share the latest entry in your diary/journal.

“I can’t write.”

- What is the most precious thing you own? Is it valuable at all?

“Garmr. My sword. Over a thousand years old. I’ve heard some people say that its worth a kingdom, I wouldn’t know, and I don’t plan to sell it.”

- Talk about someone you know. It can be someone you either like or dislike.

“Rubio. He’s just a kid, got a lot of heart but a chip on his shoulder too. He’s had a rough start to his life, and I’m hoping to teach him a few things so he can make the rest of it better.”

#divinefellblood

[parkmuse]

Cat Got Your Tongue Pt. 1 (M)

Word Count: 5,470 (Reposted) (Wonhopes Masterlist)

Taco ain’t your innocent kitty no more.

cr.

“Come on Y/N, you can’t stay holed up in your apartment. Let’s go out and have fun!”

Eunji jumps onto you, rattling the bed frame as she whips the sheets off of you.

“Don’t wanna,” You groan.

“You can’t be like this forever, Y/N.”

You groan again, bringing the bed sheets back up to cover your face. “Yes I can. Just let me be, I want to lay here like a potato for the next 40 years. Come visit me every day to put food next to me.”

“Oh my god you’re so dramatic. Namjoon was a jackass, okay? And fuck Yoona too! You’re better off without the both of them.” She pats the top of your head that isn’t wrapped under the sheets.

You can’t help but feel like this. Your boyfriend of two years along with your best friend since elementary were hooking up behind your back, and you caught them red handed in your previously shared apartment with your loving boyfriend. You immediately kicked them out, telling them to never show their faces again there and took any cherished memories you’ve had with them, dumping them in the trash. One of the things you couldn’t help but keep was the chain around your neck, holding the ring Namjoon gave to you on your second anniversary. You didn’t have the heart to toss it, still pathetically leaving it around your neck in hopes that this whole scenario was just all a dream.

“You know, I heard they’re having 50% off your favorite hot cocoa at the mall~”

You peek your head from under the covers, “50% off?”

“Yes, and I’ll even pay for you.”

She knows you can’t turn away free food, especially if it’s your favorite drink. You spring from the bed and run to your wardrobe. “Okay you got a deal. Give me 5.”

-

Once you and Eunji made your way to the outdoor mall, you instantly regretted it. Hundreds of couples swarmed the area, going on dates to see the massive Christmas tree and have a romantic walk through the winter wonderland. Thousands of lights twinkled from above, and the snow that fell made it look even more beautiful.

You and Namjoon had planned to go here together this week. You two were supposed to stop by the café with him getting you a hot chocolate and a cappuccino for himself. Afterwards, you were going to walk around candy cane lane and end at the big Christmas tree, snuggling into each other for warmth as you admire the lights.

Seeing all the couples that were doing what you were supposed to do with him made you feel sick and even more depressed.

“I don’t think this was a good idea after all Eunji,” You groan. “I think I just want to go back home.” You start turning away but she locks her arm into yours.

“No! We just got here! Come on Y/N, you’ve been home all week. We’ve come this far, the café is right there!”

You sigh. “All these cheesy couples are making me nauseous.”

She turns to whisper in your ear, “I’ll be your boyfriend.”

You smack her arm. “As much as you persuade me with food I don’t think this relationship would work out, I like dick too much.”

She laughs aloud, “How do you know I don’t have one?”

“Did you just admit to me that you have a dick?”

“Okay sorry to burst your bubble because I don’t. But enough dick talk we have to hurry or the line will get longer!” She says, dragging you to the entrance of the café.

After grabbing your drinks you set outside to wander around the center of the mall, beautifully decorated with warm holiday colors. The tree had to be at least 50 ft tall or so, crimson ribbons cascading down along its sides with gold and silver ornaments hanging throughout. On top of that was the beautiful brightly lit star to complete it.

You and Namjoon were supposed to put up your tree this weekend. Placing the star on top was your favorite part-

“Y/N, if you keep moping like that I’m going to punch your boob.”

“Okay, okay!” You say, covering up your chest. “I know I should be angry and forget about it all but I can’t help but still feel this way. It was two whole years of being together after all. And Yoona was my best friend my whole life.” You sigh and take a sip of your drink, watching as a couple kisses under the same mistletoe you and Namjoon would every year.

You turn back to her. “I really appreciate you trying to make me feel better, I really do. But I think I just want to go home for today.” You give her a faint smile and pat her shoulder.

Eunji frowns, then reluctantly starts following you back to the car.

You’re almost out and away from all the hoard of couples making their way to go and see the tree when Eunji pulls you back all of a sudden.

“Y/N, let’s just do this one thing first and then I promise I’ll take you home.”

You look at her confused, “What?”

She points to the side, where you see a little fenced village covered in fake snow and towers of presents. “Let’s go see Santa!”

You frown. “I’d rather not, I don’t want to sit on some perv’s lap,” you say as you tug your arm away. She grabs ahold of it again, tugging you toward that direction.

“Just do it! Do it for me? Please? Come on please please pleasepleaseplease-“

“Okay! If you shut up and take me home right after,” You huff.

Eunji squeals in delight, locking her arms onto yours again and dashes towards Santa’s village.

-

The inside was a lot cuter than you expected it to be. There were reindeer tracks on the ground, cookies and milk out for Santa, and “elves” around the area spreading Christmas joy. At the very end, Santa was on his candy cane throne with an ecstatic child on his lap, blabbering every little thing he wanted for Christmas. Santa was as jolly as he should be, telling the kid how if he stays on the nice list he’ll definitely get what he wants.

After taking a picture with the child, the kid ran back off to his mom.

“Ho ho ho! Okay, who’s next?” The wannabe Santa yells aloud.

“She’s next!” Eunji yells, pointing at you and pushing you in his direction.

“Eunji, I don’t want-“

“Okay Miss! Come over here with your Wishlist!”

At this point you couldn’t really reject, especially with all these people already staring at you. You sigh and reluctantly make your way over to him.

You were definitely not going to sit on his lap because you were a grown woman and that would have just been really weird, so you decided to just sit on the chair right beside his.

“What’s your name young lady?”

“Y/N,” You politely smile to him.

“What a pretty name! And Ms. Y/N, what would you like for Christmas?”

Namjoon.

You shook your head. What were you thinking? You weren’t going to say that to him. What other thing did you want for Christmas so you can get this over with?

“Nothing in particular…”

“She wants a boyfriend!” Eunji yells from the side.

You shot her a death glare, then she giggles and winks at you.

“Well Ms. Y/N, is that what you really wish for?”

You look at him with a blank stare, and end up shrugging. “I think I’m tired of boys.”

Santa lets out a hearty laugh, then pats you on the shoulder.

“You know Ms. Y/N, love is an adventure. You’ll fall in love, and you’ll fall out of love. You’ll cry, you’ll be angry, happy, you’ll feel every emotion you could possibly ever think of in every bit of your beautiful being. Sometimes, we have to go through a few obstacles before we find it.”

He leans over with his hand covering his mouth to the side. “Want in on a little secret?”

You look at him, curious as to what he was talking about.

“I, Santa Claus, can help make your wish come true. I remember your name on my nice list Ms. Y/N. And you look like a kind, selfless young lady and I am sure you will find love very soon.” He points to you. “But I need your help. If you really really believe in your wish, it’ll definitely come true.”

You look at him, smile so sincere and eyes so genuine that for a second you actually believe in him. You nod back at him out of politeness, and give him a faint smile.

“Okay! Now let’s take a picture!”

You both smile for the camera, then afterwards you stand up from the chair. Before you leave, he grabs a hold on your hand, making you turn back to look at him.

“Just believe Ms. Y/N. Even if it’s a little bit; don’t lose hope. And you never know, love might be closer than you think. Maybe right under your nose! Merry Christmas!” He gives you a heartwarming smile and you reciprocate, then nod and leave back to Eunji.

-

You finally get home to your apartment, chucking off your boots and tugging off your beanie. You quickly change into some comfy sweats and a big, warm sweater then find solace in your warm comforter.

You lay on your side, and a shiny object catches your eye.

The ring attached to the necklace around your neck that Namjoon gave to you on your anniversary.

You caress the last piece you have left of him, then sit up to take it off your neck. You stare at the object in your hands, then think about what Santa had said earlier that night.

Sometimes, we have to go through a few obstacles before we find love.

Maybe Namjoon was just one of those obstacles.

You really thought he was the one, but you probably had it all mixed up.

If you really really believe in your wish, it’ll definitely come true.

You really did want to find the one someday.

As dumb as you really thought it was, maybe he’s right. You just really have to believe, and your wish will come true. You’ll find a great guy that will treat you right someday.

At that moment, a furry figure jumps onto the bed and tugs the necklace out of your hand, dropping it to the floor.  You were about to yell at him but he brushes himself against your hand, purring as he tries to get you to cuddle him.

You can’t help but smile at him wanting attention from you, then start petting him. “What’s up with you today, Taco?”

You’ve had your cat for a couple of years, way before you started dating Namjoon. You rescued him when he was just a little kitten, stuck in the tree in front of your house. His endless cries made you pity him, so you ended up climbing up and getting him down. After that, he stuck to you like glue and you ended up keeping him.

Not only was it loving, warm cuddles he would give to you that made you fall for him, it was his beautiful coat too.

His light caramel fur along with some chocolate spots, the cute little mole that resides on the tip of his nose that you loved to kiss along with the one under his right eye. What always leaves this cutie so captivating is his gorgeous jade colored eyes that shines like an emerald in the rough.

You’re about to bend down to grab the necklace again, but your thoughts stop you.

Why hold onto it? Namjoon wasn’t worth it, and you knew it too.

Taco runs his head along the palm of your hand again, nudging you to pay attention to him. You chuckle, petting him and taking him in your arms as you lay back down on the bed. He snuggles himself into your neck, tickling your skin and making you giggle.

“What do I need him for? What do I need a man for when I have you, Taco?” You say as he purrs into your neck.

“You’re as loyal as ever, and you’ll always be there for me, right?” Once you say that he places a paw on your cheek, making you look over. He moves closer to you, licking your top lip and cutely meows to you.

“Want me to do it back?” He meows back to you again and you giggle. “If only you were human Taco, we’d be perfect.” You kissed the mole on his nose and snuggled closer into him, cuddling with each other until you both fell asleep.

-

You were having the nicest dream that night. You dreamt that you fell asleep, so warm and comfy completely engulfed in someone’s arms. It must have been your other half, the man of your dreams (literally). He smelled faintly of peppermint, and the alluring smell made you feel even more cozy. You snuggle yourself into the warm embrace, leaving you to face his chest and take in more of his scent.

You slowly opened your eyes, feeling a little better from the previous day.

All of a sudden this feeling of unsettledness churns in the pit of your stomach, because you’re awake and yet strangely, the dream is still continuing.

The smell of peppermint continues to fill your senses, and the inviting warmth surrounds your figure. The arms around you hug you tighter. Legs are tangled into yours, and you can hear light breathing of the person next to you as they rest their chin on the top of your head.

Namjoon?

Your heart is beating a mile a minute. Did he come back? Is he sorry for what he’s done?

He never smelled this way though. He doesn’t feel this way when he’s hugging you.

Who the fuck is it?

You slowly look up, scared shitless of who it could possibly be.

You’re met with an unrecognizable face, and you hate yourself for thinking this at that moment but he was beautiful.

Actually, he was ethereal.

His chocolate hair was a bit messy, but his bangs hung down a little over his eyes. His caramel skin was so smooth, and he smelled amazing. One distinct feature of his caught your eye though.

He had a tiny mole right on the tip of his nose.

You couldn’t figure out why that felt so familiar to you at the moment because now you were freaking out.

You jumped out of your bed, finally realizing the reality of the situation. There was a stranger that broke into your home and snuck into your bed.

Why didn’t Taco make any sound? Where was he?

You couldn’t go and look for him now as you stumble around, frantically trying to look for your cell phone to call the police. As you’re going through your drawer, you hear a deep, husky voice speak to you.

“What are you doing so early, Y/N?”

You freeze on the spot.

How the fuck did this guy know your name? How did he even get into the house?

You slowly turn back to look at him, then you spotted something you didn’t notice before. He was sprawled on the bed, lazily looking at you as he rubs one of his eyes. Right at the top of his head, you see what looks like…ears?

Not ears that a normal human would have on the sides of their head. No, fucking cat ears resting right at the top of his head.  

Some furry loving cat cosplayer weirdo just broke into your home.

Immediately, you grab your hairspray from the top drawer and point it in his direction.

“W-Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing in my house, laying with me on my bed?”

He looks at you a bit confused, and now he’s fully awake. He slowly sits up, and that’s when you really notice something.

He’s staring straight at you, jade eyes shining brightly. Almost the same jade eyes that mesmerizes you every day that belonged to-

“…Taco?”

He makes a sound that almost sounds like a hiss under his breath, “My name isn’t fucking Taco, it’s Tae!”

His ears perk up straight and as he sits up even more, the bedsheets fall from his figure. Completely exposed to you is his broad shoulders and defined collarbones, followed by his toned, smooth stomach that had a faint etch of a six pack coming along.

His eyes follow yours that scanned his impeccable figure, and his eyes widen in surprise. “Woah, when did this happen?”

He continues to look at himself, running his hand along his forearms and touching his face. “When did I turn human?”

He grabs ahold of the sheets, pulling it up slightly to look under. He raises a brow, then nods his head. “Well, still got it going on down here in Tae town-“

He’s about to lift the sheets completely off of himself, but you stop him with a scream.

“NO! FOR GODS SAKE KEEP IT ON!”

He freezes, then lets go of the sheet. He cranes his neck to the side, staring at you as his ears falter a bit. “Why are you pointing that at me?”

“Who are you? Why are you here? Why are you NAKED IN MY BED!?” You yell in frustration.

He’s still looking at you in confusion. “You don’t recognize me in this form?”

“Form? What form?”

He gestures a hand around himself. “This form. My human form.”

You look at him as if he’s talking like some psychopath. “Dude, I don’t know who the hell you are but please leave and take your cat dressing fetish out of my home or I’m going to call the police.”

He huffs in annoyance. “It’s me, Taco.”

Taco? Your cat?

He points to his face. “Can’t you tell by my eyes? Or the mole on my nose you always kiss?”

He reaches above his head, tugging on his ears. “These aren’t fake by the way, and I don’t have a cat dressing fetish. I am a cat.” He runs a hand through his hair, “Your cat. And my name isn’t Taco, it’s Tae. I fucking hated that name,” He says with a frown.

You slowly lower the hairspray, then drop your hands to your sides.

“…Taco?”

“TAE!” He yells to you, making you jump in your spot.

He clears his throat. “Sorry. It’s Tae though, that’s my name. I'm not a damn taco.”

He scratches the back of his head, “Look, I know this is really weird and all, but it’s me. I don’t really know why this happened either, but what’s done is done.” He looks at you, no hint of hostility in his eyes.

You slowly make your way over to him, and he stays in one place as not to scare you. You sit in front of him on the bed, looking over all of his features.

His skin tone and his hair color is just like Tacos. The mole under his right eye, his striking jade eyes. When you look closely, his eye shape and his pupils is really similar to a cats. You slowly reach forward, touching his mole on his nose.

It was very faint, but for a second you thought you heard him…purr?

You move your hand higher, reaching for his ears. You tug at them lightly, realizing that they really are attached to his head. You slowly run your hand down along it in complete awe.

This is all real.

This is actually happening to you.

Without thinking you accidentally scratch the underside of his ears, and he lets out a deep moan. You move your hand back quickly in shock, “Oh my god, sorry-“

He quickly catches your hand in his, then brings his face into your palm.

“No, it felt good. I love when you do that to me.” He rubs his face against your hand, running his cheek across it as he lets out low purrs.

“Touch me more.”

Your face goes crimson red, then you quickly snatch your hand from out of his grasp and jump from the bed.

“Okay, so let me get this straight. You’re Tac-Tae, and overnight you turned human. Well semi human because you still have fucking cat ears. You’re not some weirdo cat cosplayer that broke into my home to kidnap me, but you’re my cat that turned human?”

He shrugs, “I guess you can put it that way.”

You can’t believe this is seriously happening.

This is like some weird fictional drama scenario. How could this have possibly happen? Did someone put some curse on you? You let out a gasp, then remembered what happened the night before.

Santa and your wish. You hoping to find a kind, loyal and loving boyfriend.

You saying that if Taco were human then you’d be perfect for each other.

“I didn’t LITERALLY mean it!” You yelled aloud to yourself all of a sudden.

Tae jumped in his seat, looking even more confused as ever. “What the hell are you yelling about?”

You stared at him bug eyed.

This is not happening. This cannot be happening. Your cat did not just turn human.

Santa did not just turn your cat into a human because you can’t find a real guy in the world who you’d have a chance with.

Was there really no chance with anyone else? You’re last resort is your cat?

You scream again, groaning as you throw yourself face first into the bed.

“I’m hopeless. And I’m going crazy.” You flip around and grab a pillow, throwing it over your face. “This all has to be a dream. I’m going to die alone.”

You feel rough hands grab ahold of yours, pulling the pillow off of your face. You’re met with Tae’s, a mere inches from yours as he hovers over you from the side.

“Hey, stop being so dramatic. You have me. I’m yours, remember?” He nudges his face a bit into your hand.

You stare in silence as you watch his movements. He’s the exact same way as he was when he was a cat, only in a grown man’s body. He still nudges into your palm, and you can’t help that a small smile crept on your lips.

You instinctively caress his face, watching as he hums in content. Taco loved when you would pet him, especially when you ran your fingers along his head. You did the same with Tae, seeing him get lost in your touch.

You gently scraped your nails through his hair, actually forgetting how crazy this all was, and at that moment all of a sudden he jumps on top of you with a groan.

He places one leg between both of yours, straddling one leg and putting both his hands beside your head as you look at him in shock. He kneels down, bringing his face to yours so close you can feel his heavy breaths on your lips.

He rubs his face against yours, cheek to cheek, then runs his nose along your jawline with hot pants. You’re too shaken to even move at this point, leaving both hands on either side of you.

He continues to bring his face lower, rubbing himself into the juncture of your neck that he loved to do so much.

He ran his nose along the side, then darted his tongue out to give your neck a quick swipe. The wet muscle sliding along your skin woke you up instantly, then you push his chest back.

“Get off of me!”

His eyes widen, ears faltering as he pouts at you. “Why? You used to let me all the time.” He tries to lower his face again, but you push against him again.

“That was different! You can’t do that anymore!” A blush was creeping up your face and it was really starting to get hot in here.

“What’s different? Nothing’s different! Woah, what’s wrong with your face? Are you sick?” He touches your cheek, faintly running his thumb across your face. He stares at you in concern with his jade eyes, craning his neck to the side.

“I-I’m fine, just get off of me will you-“

You stop midway through your sentence because you felt something touch your thigh. You lifted your leg a little out of reflex, confused at what just hit you.

“Ahh,” Tae drops his head to your shoulder, struggling to keep himself upright.

“C-Can you do that again?” He pants hotly into your ear.

Then it clicked in your head.

You looked down slightly, your eyes scanning his naked figure from waist up. Once you realize what part of his body is resting against your thigh, your face goes red as a tomato and you scream aloud, pushing him completely off of you.

He rolls to the side with an oof! then you jump up faced away from him.

“Oh my god your- and my thigh- oh my god,” you cover your face up with your hands as you groan.

“Oh god, I need to take a shower…just stay there please, I’ll be back,” You say as you frantically make your way to the bathroom.

You click the door shut, then slide down the wall and onto the floor.

My cat’s…human. Taco is…Tae, a human?

This has to be some crazy prank Eunji is pulling on you.

She hired some hot weirdo to sleep on your bed and pretend he’s your cat, that way you can get over Namjoon quickly. She wouldn’t go as far as hiring a stranger to do this to you though. What the fuck is happening?

You still need time to wrap all of this around your head.

You let out a heavy sigh. A hot shower would be really nice right now.

You get up, removing all your clothes as you make your way into the shower. You turn on the hot water and let it slide down your figure, letting the warmth run down your face. You hum in content, letting it relax you.

What the hell were you going to do? If Tae really is your cat, is he going to live with you from now on? What about his ears?

Does he still eat cat food? Does he still shit in the litter box because you are not fucking down to clean that shit-

You reached down to grab your shampoo, but grab something else that felt really funny.

You look down. It looked like a rope, all hairy and brown. What the fuck is this?

You tug it closer to inspect it better, but a husky groan stops you in your tracks. What the fuck was that-

“Mm, fuck, don’t pull so hard. While you’re at it, do you mind getting my back?”

You turn to see Tae, back faced to you and butt naked in the shower. He’s rubbing body wash into his chest, but stopped with a moan once you accidentally gripped whatever was in your hand again. You look at what you’re still holding and what you see makes you mortified.

A tail. A fucking tail attached right above his damn buttcrack and you’re holding the tip in your hand-

“Ahh, don’t-“ He grips onto the ledge for support, legs slightly wobbling as his ears fold on his head. “Please, be gentle.” He pants.

You immediately let go of him, then push him out of the shower.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OUT!” You manage to spit out. You shut the shower door behind him as you attempt to cover yourself up.

“What?! We do this all the time!” He tries to open the door again but you hold it closed.

“NO! SHOWER ALONE WHEN I’M DONE! JUST GET OUT!”

“But I still have soap in my-“

“OUT!”

“Fine! You’re so fucking weird, I’ll just wash it out in the sink,” He huffs, walking out of the bathroom.

Once you hear the door click you yell for a good 10 seconds into your towel. What the FUCK is happening?

-

After spending the next half hour reevaluating your life choices and asking God why he would do this to you, you finally find the courage to walk out of the bathroom. You slowly peek your head out, looking both ways to see where Tae could have gone. You didn’t want to see him butt naked again, or even worse, his tail.

After the coast was clear, you creeped around to find where he went off to. It was eerily quiet. Did he leave?

Was this all a figment of your imagination?

You hear a groan in the living room and jump, then slowly tiptoed your way to the direction of the sound. You look around your living room with no sign of him, but when you made your way around the couch you found him fast asleep on top.

He wasn’t naked (thank god), he was wearing a white t-shirt and some black basketball shorts. He must have grabbed Namjoon’s clothes that were left in the closet, then knocked out after the shower.

You walked over, kneeling down in front of him. You looked at every detail on his face, still in shock of how much he actually did look like your cat.

His skin and hair was the same color as Taco’s fur, and his moles were in the exact same spots. You can’t help but lightly touch his hair, watching as he rests so calmly on the couch just like you would with Taco every day.

He moves a bit in his sleep, nudging himself closer into your touch as he stretches farther along the couch. You chuckle, remembering how your cat would do that all the time when you petted him.

You examine his ears on his head again, then lightly brush your fingertips along it. They looked so realistic, salmon colored on the inside and a chocolate brown on the back to match his hair color. You couldn’t see his tail right now since they were under him, but from the shower it did feel very realistic as well.

As much as you wanted to, you didn’t have the heart to tell Tae he couldn’t live here. He reminded you too much of your most precious pet, and Taco was nowhere to be found. And as crazy as it sounds, you’re really starting to think he is your cat.

Your thoughts are lost when Tae jerked a bit, suddenly bringing his hand to rest on your cheek. You freeze as he slowly opens his eyes, the jade colored pupils pulling you into a mesmerizing trance once again. In a blink of an eye, he moves forward toward you, bringing his lips a mere inches from yours.

He darts his tongue out, gently caressing your top lip with a swipe. He moves back, licking his pink lips as he stares back at you.

“Do it back.”

You’re still frozen on the spot, too lost in what he just did to respond to him so you just stare back at him with wide eyes. He continues to look at you, then huffs in annoyance.

“You don’t remember or something? Like this,” He brings his lips up to your face again, but leaves a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Now do it to me.”

You’re still trying to comprehend that he literally just licked your lips and kissed your damn nose, and you’re at a loss for words.

“Do you want me to do it again?” He grabs ahold of your face in his hands, then brings his lips back to you. “Like this-“

“I get it!” You push him backwards onto the couch, then immediately stand up. “Stop that. I-I just don’t want to.”

“Why?”

You turn to look at him, and he actually looked really sad. Just like when you wouldn’t give Taco attention, his ears would fold and he’d look at you with big, glossy eyes.

“W-We have to figure out how to turn you back. This isn’t good, Tac-Tae.”

“What if I can’t? What if I stayed like this forever?”

What if he did? What would you do?

“You said if I was human, we’d be perfect for each other.”

He understood that?

“And if it’s worth anything, I’m way bigger than Namjoon ever was-“

You smack him on the back of the head, earning a groan from him. “What?!”

“Idiot!” You stand up, walking away to your bedroom. This is going to be a Christmas to remember.

#taehyung fic #tae x reader #taehyung x reader #readr insert #kim taehyung #bts fic #tae fic #hybrid tae #wonhopes

[jimbotnik]

(Well fuck!)

🌺 - How much do you draw on personal experiences when roleplaying? 

Childhood trauma, disgust at society, self-destructive tendencies, mommy hated me :’( (not really, it’s complicated,) and that’s about all I can think of for now. Of course, his ideas of how society should be and mine are RADICALLY different. We both think that the accumulation of wealth for its own sake is disgusting though, so snaps for him I guess.

🍀 - How much do you think you have achieved with your blog? 

Well, I made a lot of people laugh, which is a polite way of saying that random passersby have mistaken frenetic behavior and humor for Crack RPing™ and swipe left.

Now that I’ve gotten that nagging complaint out of the way, let’s move on to some positive points! I’ve found a way to channel my weird, canon-divergent world-building, and sometimes people even like it. I’ve also had a chance to try and write a tragic backstory without explicitly or implicitly using it to justify Robotnik’s horrible bullshit. Whether or not I’m successful remains to be seen.

🌼 - Do you think you could ever stop roleplaying now? 

Lol no

🌻 - What do you do between replies?

Working and sleeping mostly. I also play Animal Crossing, though! If you want to visit/want to visit me then PM me with your friend code or something. OH! I’ve been playing Carrion too! I’m living the dream in that game... the carnivorous, tentacle-y, monster parasite dream.

🌸 - Have you ever been in a group? Would you do it again? 

I was in a group once, but it sucked. This might be because everyone there was creaming themselves for Dunmer and I was playing a Bosmer and a half-Reachman. Also, the forum was designed so that only ants can read it but only if they squint.

Maybe not all groups are like that! I dunno! Then again, I don’t know if I’d wanna be in the kind of group that’d take me in (an actual ship of fools, sailing down the river in the opposite direction of the plot.)

I guess I could try again. I’m willing to do that. HMU if you have a group you want me to join.

🌹  - Have you met true friends through roleplaying? 

YES. It happened in the Elder Scrolls community and it happened here. I have a loosely regulated server full of people I’ve met in this community. I’m tempted to drag someone kicking and screaming into it so they can be my friend too, but I don’t know if that’s a valid way of making new friends.

🍄 - What’s one bad habit you know you have in writing? 

I do this horrible bullshit where I try to write a long piece in chronological order, and therefore I attempt to force myself to write scenes that I either don’t want to write at the moment or haven’t fully developed. I also give up on things sometimes if I feel like I’m not getting enough validation; I forget that at the end of the day, I’m writing stories for myself.

🍁 - How do you want to explore your muse further? Is there a wishlist? 

Well, let’s see... I want to get into his desire to take over the world and his secret operations. He wanted that before Sonic came along and you all know it.

In his interactions with other characters, we’ve seen a new side to Robotnik’s emotional state (pre-Sonic, anyway) and he’s changing into a different person. He’s had opportunities and encounters that have indelibly change his life, possibly for the better. Robotnik hasn’t changed his worldview very much, and he still has the same life goals, but now he has to find a way to accomplish these goals without alienating the people that he’s now attached to in one way or another. I guess what I’m saying is that I want to see him implement his plans for world domination, or attempt to.

I want to do more post-Sonic RPing. I want him to interact with Mobians, and with Sonic himself. I’d like to get into how I think he escapes the Mushroom Planet, too.

I WANNA DO THE GODSLAYER AU TOO (not the one where he’s fighting God, the one that’s basically an Elder Scrolls crossover.) I also want to do a vampire AU thing because C’MON, who doesn’t like slutty vampires?? 

I’d love to get into his family a little more, and his people’s history, and his spiritual beliefs (conscious and unconscious.) He’s not an atheist. He comes from a world where what we consider to be magic happens all the time, and he knows that when he dies he will end up in the land of spirits beneath his people’s holy mountain...

CAN I DO SOME MORE WORLDBUILDING? PLEASE?? Do you guys wanna read paragraphs and paragraphs about a pretend culture and belief system? Huh???

💐 - Answer all of these!

I just did! Scroll up! >:(

#mod speaking #ask memes

[arianatheangel-girl]

💐 how about all? :3

🌺 - How much do you draw on personal experiences when roleplaying? 

Quite a bit. A lot of the things I put into my RPs come from memories of my family or my own experiences. Other things mainly come from movies, books or TV shows I’ve seen that I thought fit with whatever the topic we’re RPing about is.

Someone once asked why I often write Ari as a child or baby, so I thought I’d answer that here as well. 

I’ve had some hurtful anons in the past claiming I was a baby/diaper kink fetish blog because of this. This is absolutely not true. It has nothing to do with sex, smut, fetishes or anything erotic for me. 

It first started out mainly for therapeutic reasons. I won’t go into too much detail, but I was abused as a child (mainly emotionally though sometimes physically), and I wasn’t really able to have a lot of the love and good things that come with a normal, happy childhood. Writing Ari as a small child or baby was the first thing that helped me deal with this trauma and feel some of that love and acceptance I didn’t have during this time in my life (though I have since found other offline systems of support). Now I mainly do it because it makes me feel really happy and I like writing her. 

Plus I also just love seeing how other characters react to her antics (@jimbotnik in particular lol!)

🍀 - How much do you think you have achieved with your blog? 

Well, I’m not sure. The main reason I started this blog was because I wanted to explore what it’d be like writing as a character other than myself and also to just plain have fun. And I’ve done all that and more, so I’d say I’ve achieved quite a lot.

🌼 - Do you think you could ever stop roleplaying now? 

Absolutely not; it’s the only thing keeping me halfway sane right now.

🌻 - What do you do between replies? 

Mostly sleep, eat and browse the Internet and YouTube. I mostly try to get replies done as soon as I can; it’s a real joy for me.

🌸 - Have you ever been in a group? Would you do it again? 

I haven’t in the past, but I would be open to the idea.

🌹  - Have you met true friends through roleplaying? 

Absolutely. I’ve met some truly amazing people who have been incredible friends and I wish I could meet them in real life.

🍄 - What’s one bad habit you know you have in writing? 

Because of how my mind/memory works, I tend to be pretty descriptive in what I write; sometimes this makes people uncomfortable when RPing darker topics (such as abuse) or if I describe bodily functions (especially when RPing Little or Baby Ariana); though I try my best not to make things too graphic. I also sometimes haven’t given my RP partner enough to respond to in the past; this is mostly solved by my OC doing a clear action at the end of my responses so they have something to go off of. 

Another quirk I have is that I’m somewhat socially blind, so I don’t always know when something I write/post/reblog/etc is triggering to my partner or makes them uncomfortable. What may be obvious to one person may genuinely not be apparent to me. Also, I’ve had people just randomly block me in the past without explanation, and this is really upsetting to me. If you (general) have a problem with something I’ve posted or said, PLEASE just tell me so I can talk things out with you and fix things rather than giving me the silent treatment and thus making me worry about what exactly I did wrong.

🍁 - How do you want to explore your muse further? Is there a wishlist?

I don’t really have a wishlist per se, but something I would love to explore is some kind of AU which takes place in Heaven or even Hell; to see Ari interacting with other angels/demons/creatures would be a dream. Plus I’d also love to try anything with a Vampire AU, something happening during the Apocalypse, etc. I’m pretty much open to anything.

Also, I’d really love for anyone to just drop asks in my inbox and start a spontaneous RP as I often do (though make sure you specify Ari’s age if you do this!)

Thanks @warmwithafewfrostymoments for the asks!

#warmwithafewfrostymoments

[raven-romanoff]

Between the lines

A/N: This is a Christmas sequel to my first Arthur Fleck story, “I See You”.  Arthur/Joker x Reader

   It was almost Christmas, but there was no snow in Gotham. It had its usual grey and gloomy look, and the festive decorations looked out of place. But at home, it was always like Christmas, every single day, because there was Carnival, the man of your dreams. Now he was known as Joker, but for you, and you only, he always will be Arthur Fleck. And sometimes he would dress as Carnival to make a show just for you. It was gonna be his first proper Christmas, and you wanted to make it special. Of course, it would be special for both of you, because you had each other now, and that was more than any of you could wish for. But you did your best to make your home even more cozy and welcoming with all those fairy lights and paper snowflakes you’ve carved together with Arthur, who dressed up as Carnival for the occasion.    You wanted to spend the whole Christmas eve with Arthur, but you had to make some last-minute purchases. You hated the idea of leaving Arthur even for a couple of hours, especially today. And the way he held you before you left, looking at you with puppy eyes and asking if you really had to go was not helping at all.    But finally, everything was done, and you drove as fast as you could to get home. Just as you locked the front door, Joker swept you from your feet, pulling you into a kiss that left you breathless.   - I missed you, - he whispered against your lips.   - I missed you too, - you said, kissing him back.   - ...So I went to my old place to get some things.   - You WHAT? – your heart nearly jumped out of your chest and your knees gave out, but he held you close.   - Shh, it’s okay. Nobody saw me, I promise. I made sure police wouldn’t follow me, - he chuckled.   - You were wearing this and you really think nobody saw you?! – You groaned, not yet quite believing he actually went to the place he was expected to visit most.   - Nooo, I was not wearing this in the city. I went there in disguise. I’m wearing this just for you, - he purred, kissing you again and backing into the living room and onto the sofa.    He felt the way your heart was pounding, so he held you closer still, peppering your face with kisses.    - Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.    - I know, just – please be careful. I don’t wanna lose you – your voice broke on the last words.    He swallowed hard and squeezed you in a tight hug.   - You won’t. They’ll never get me.    You sat there like that for a while, just holding each other, relishing the warm feeling of being so close.   - Why did you do that? What was so important in there?   - This, - he said, handing you what looked like his journal.   - What – your journal?   - My old journal, - he nodded at it, anticipation written on his face. – Open it.    Something was tucked between the pages, and as you opened it, you saw –   - Your mistletoe, - he was positively grinning now.   - You – you kept it?    You looked at him in astonishment. He nodded, biting his lip, his eyes twinkling. Your heart thudded again, but this time not because of fear – memory of another Christmas several years back flooded your senses – the memory of your very first kiss.   - Oh my god... Arthur...    You squeezed his hand and pressed a lingering kiss on his lips, feeling him smiling. He pulled back reluctantly.   - Keep watching, - he whispered against your lips.    You looked back at the page and saw a long column in neat writing, unlike in the rest of the book. You realized it was a wishlist. It was made in different ink colors, new items were added here and there – it was clear it was being created over a long time. Your eyes darted back at Arthur. He was blushing, but his eyes were sparkling as he waited for you to read it. He squeezed your hand, nudging you.   - Come on, read it.    You smiled at him, before turning back to the page and reading the passage preceding the list. 

  “I’m still not sure if what just happened was true. It felt so good. Too good to be true, maybe. The elevator stuck again, but there was that girl, she talked to me and smiled, and then – she kissed me! It was like... the rest of the world just faded away. I could only feel her lips, her fingers felt like fire on my skin, my heart felt like was gonna burst out. And it felt DIVINE. I really wanted it to last forever, but then, she had to go... I still can feel her kiss on my lips now, as I’m writing this, and my skin starts burning again where she touched me. * I wish I could kiss her again * I wanna know who she is * I would like to ask her out. I wonder, would she accept? * Take her for a walk * Hold her hand * Hold her in my arms * Kiss her again * See her smile again. I really want to make her laugh, I’m sure she has a beautiful laughter * Take her to the Pogo’s * Perform for her as Carnival. I hope she likes him! * See her eyes * Kiss her * Kiss her on the cheek * Kiss her neck * Kiss her wrist * Spend an evening with her watching old films * Dance with her in the snow * Spin round with her in my arms * Warm her hands with my breath * Cuddle on the sofa after the cold street * Fall asleep with her in my arms * Wake up with her in my arms * Kiss her again...”

   Suddenly your chest was too tight for your heart - you were so touched with these little confessions. Your vision blurred with tears, as you finally looked up at Arthur, who was watching you, his eyes dark and full of longing.    - A-Arthur... this is so – beautiful! - You looked at him with adoration. – Dreams must come true, right? – you added, smiling mischievously. – So, which one?   - Every single one that is about kissing... And everything that comes after that, - he said in a husky voice, bringing you down suddenly with a fervent kiss.

   You were laying in each other’s arms, sharing lazy kisses, your hands idly moving against each other, saying “I love you” over and over again. Some movement in the window caught your sight.   - Look! It’s snowing!    You both walked to the window, marveling at the beautiful sight, as the same idea came to your minds.   - Looks like it’s time to grant another wish, Y/N, - he grinned at you. – Come on.    You dressed hastily and ran outside. You watched the snow in silent awe for a while, before looking at each other. He offered you his hand, asking you for a dance wordlessly. You took it, smiling, and he pulled you in his arms moving along a silent melody only he could hear, swinging and swirling. And then, there were only just the two of you, and only the night and the magic of the snow. And you’ve never seen the love your life more beautiful and happy.

#arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #joker x reader #arthur fleck x you #carnival the clown #joker 2019 #carnival

[like-a-bag-of-potatoes]

12 Dates of Christmas - Hot Chocolate

Prompt: Hot Chocolate

Characters: Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: Fluff.. Some tension. 

Wordcount: 1554

Alright, so the fact that Sebastian and his soft lips were still on your mind as you woke up after Chace’s party told you that it wasn't just the alcohol that had messed with your mind. 

Groaning you rolled yourself out of bed and dragged your hungover ass into the shower, hoping that the warm water would ease some of your headache and wash away some of the thoughts that had festered in your mind. 

** 

The day dragged on at an agonizingly slow pace as you waited for Sebastian to show up so that you could do whatever it was that he had planned for the two of you. However, when a knock sounded on your door, all you could think was that you needed more time to clear your mind before you let him in. Fortunately, the door was unlocked and two seconds later he was standing in front of you, that annoyingly handsome smile on his lips. 

“Hey,” you greeted, returning his smile. “So what's on the agenda for tonight?” 

“Some hot chocolate, Christmas themed snack, and a super cheesy holiday movie,” he said with excitement as he held up the bag of snacks that he had brought. 

Somehow it was both reassuring and unsettling that he didn't act weird after what had happened the night before, and it kind of made you relax a little more. You reached out for the bag and he handed it to you. “There's no movie in here,” you noted. No movie but a shitload of snacks that you couldn't wait to dive into. 

“It's 2018, (YN), you can find any movie you like on your fancy new TV,” he sassed. 

“Oh really? If you plan on being condescending all night, I'm gonna start shoving these super sized marshmallows in your mouth,” you threatened, but you had nothing to back it up with as a giant smile spread on your lips. 

“Bring it on, sweetheart,” he said with such confidence that you just couldn't help yourself. You reached into the bag and pulled out one of the largest marshmallows and shoved it into his mouth. 

“I did warn you,” you noted before you turn on your heel and headed to your kitchen, Sebastian with a mouthful of marshmallows in tow. Opening the fridge you pulled out the carton of milk and then proceeded to find a suitable pot to heat it up in, all the while Seb was chewing vigorously on his candy. “I'm gonna have to remember that trick,” you reminded as you poured the milk into the pot and turned on the stove. 

Sebastian looked through your cupboards to see if he could find some small bowls to put the different kinds of snacks in. “You need me to do anything else?” he asked after he had completed his task and successfully swallowed the marshmallow. 

“No, I got this,” you answered as you added some chocolate to the warming milk. “Why don't you go get the movie ready and I'll be right in?” 

“Alright,” he said as he picked up the bowls, balancing them as best he could in his arms as he made the short trip to your living room. 

About five minutes later, you joined him, putting the two over the top cups of cocoa down on the table. Each of them had a mountain of whipped cream on top, covered with green and red sprinkles and chocolate sauce, while a candy cane was shoved into each cup. “There's marshmallows under the cream- cause we know how much you love those- and a special ingredient that shall not be named,” you said proudly as you took a seat on the couch next to him. 

“Special ingredient, huh?” he wondered, looking at you with a smile on his face. “Bet you it's a pinch of love,” he teased. 

“No, you dork,” you laughed. “It's Kahlua.”  

“So you basically just put alcohol in everything these days, huh?” he said, thinking back to your whiskey tea. 

 “Basically,” you confirmed with a thoughtful nod. “So what cheesy movie are we watching?” 

“The Holiday,” he announced proudly, pointing to the TV. “Have you seen it?”

“A few times, but it's perfectly cozy so just bring it on,” you said, and with that, he pressed play and the movie started playing on the TV. 

**

It was about half way through the movie when you realized how far into Sebastian you had sunk. You were now leaned up against his side, your legs curled up under you while his arm had draped around your shoulders. It wasn't like this never happened before, but for some reason you were more aware of it now than you had been in the past. 

“I'm just gonna go grab a blanket,” you said, needing an excuse to create some distance between you. You got up from your seat and grabbed the blanket from a nearby chair before you sat back down, a little more space between the two of you now. 

“You gonna share or am I just supposed to be cold?” he asked with a chuckle after you sat down again. 

“Sure,” you simply replied as you scooched back over and assumed your previous position. So much for my master plan, you thought to yourself as you leaned into him again. You couldn't deny that it felt a little good too though. “I want to go to England and celebrate Christmas in a small cottage like that sometime,” you said in a dreamy voice as you took in the scene unfolding on your screen.

“You really think you could last a whole Christmas in the British countryside?” he asked with raised brows, making you look up at him. “You’re a city girl (YN), that's why you didn't move with your parents when they left the city,” he reminded. He was absolutely right though. 

“Alright… just a couple of days then,” you corrected yourself. “Just to get some peace and quiet before I go explore London.”

“That's more like it,” he said, chuckling. “I actually do think you would love London,” he added as an afterthought. 

“Well. With my current salary, I can start saving now and I'll be in London by 2030,” you joked. 

“Better late than never,” he commented. “You can always marry rich,” he joked. 

“Solid plan,” you noted. “I know you usually have a crazy schedule when you’re traveling, but at least you get to cross some destinations off of the map.” 

“That's true, but I'm mostly too jetlagged to remember that I've been… wherever. I have gotten to go some cool places that I would never have visited on my own though.” 

“Wanna hear a secret?” you asked, tilting your head to look at him again. “The wishlists we made the other day, I wrote travel to Europe as one of my top five.” 

“Top five? How many did you write down?” he inquired with a chuckle. 

“I'm a dreamer, alright,” you defended. 

“I know… just one of your many great qualities,” he said softly. “My arm is falling asleep, we need to mix this up.” He motioned to your seating arrangements with his free hand. 

“Sorry,” you apologized as you realized you had squeezed the life out of one of his arms. 

He just shook his head as he crawled further up in the corner and motioned for you to follow, raising his arm so you could sneak under it and cuddle up to his side. Again, this was something you had done so many times in the past, but now you found it a little awkward, you did as he asked anyway. He let his arm drape across the back of the couch next to you, and this intense need to reach out and lace your fingers through his hit you. You fought the urge though and instead tried to focus on the movie again. 

“Where in Europe do you want to go most?” he asked suddenly, his voice sending vibrations through his body. 

“Everywhere,” you replied with a huff of air. “I want to see the Eiffel Tower, the Vatican and the Sistine Chapel, La Sagrada Familia... all of it.” 

Sebastian wished that he could take you to all those places, and maybe show you some of his favorite places in the world, but he also knew you’d never let him pay for all of that, so it kind of just stopped itself. “You should come with me next time I'm doing a press tour in Europe, you'll get to see some great cities and I guarantee you it will put you off traveling for a while,” he suggested, only half joking. 

“Ha… Maybe I should,” you said thoughtfully. Traveling Europe would be a dream come true, but you had no desire to do it on someone else’s bill so it would just have to wait until you could save up the money.  

**

The credits rolled across the screen, signaling the end of the movie, but you had been sound asleep for the past half hour, Seb didn't have the heart to wake you up though. In truth, he hadn't caught the ending of the movie either, his mind was preoccupied, daydreaming of what a life with you would look like. This feeling was so familiar to him, but at the same time it was brand new. Somehow he knew that this time he couldn't just bury his feelings and hope they would disappear, this time it was more real, and that was terrifying. 

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian fluff #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian x reader #12dates

[sonipanda]

We are slipping back into another pair of new shoesies from OnlyMaker, and this time I paired them up with a kinda-vintage look. I say kinda because I’m not wearing FF stockings with a pencil polka dot dress.

Anyways, so this pair was kindly gifted from my Amazon Wishlist a while back and as I have had many reviews to get through, I sadly left this one behind and only got round to doing it now!

The Spec

Colour: Black

Size: UK 5

Materials: Outer Material: Patent Leather

Price: £35.99

Website: Amazon – Onlymaker Women’s Peep Toe High Heels Slingback Sandals Stiletto Evening Dress Party Pumps Court Shoes

The Review

From The Website: Onlymaker is a shoes brand, synchronized with the latest fashion trend, taking dedicated handmade craft work as well as an attractive price. We provide all shoes(flats,pumps,sandals,wegdes)with FULL SIZE shoes even large size 13, size 14 and size 15. We aim to help women realize their dream of owning the perfect shoes.

Heel-height measurement: Approx. 16CM (6 inches), platform approx. 3 CM (1.25 inches), the Data Slightly Floating Up and Down by Size. ClASSIC DESIGN–This slingback sandals are the perfect pair to add a few inches to your frame, has just enough height to elongate legs,maxi with ease!The shoes have been improved for the second generation, the belt has been shortened, making the shoes and feet more fit and comfortable. Outer Material: Suede Leather Closure: Slip-On Heel Height: 16 centimetres Heel Type: Stiletto Shoe Width: Medium PERFECT SHOE-This gorgeous heels is ideal for weddings, parties and every other special occasion that calls for dressy, upscale all-match shoes! Handling time– 3-5 working days, Standard shipping(USPS) 7-10 working days. Expedited shipping(UPS): 3-5 working days if you choose. Even faster or urgent – contact us in detail. AFTER-SALE SERVICE-If there is any damaged or size issue or quality issue, please contact us directly, we will handle it soon until you are satisfied. US/DE/UK local return.

  The Packaging: I have to say I really do like their packaging. It comes in such a great box, which doesn’t damage easily. The shoes come wrapped in their own mesh bags and are wrapped in the box to protect them in transit.

As always, I thoroughly check my shoes to make sure there is no damage etc. and these were completely fine. No scratch marks, no glue marks etc.

  Getting Them On: these were the easiest pair to slide right in to, especially with hosiery on. The great thing about these is the slingback sits in place the whole time, so if you do op your foot in and out, you don’t need to use your fingers to get the slingback in place again.

  On The Feet: I gotta say these look incredible! As long as they are dressed the right way, these would look amazing on the feet. I did mine with all black to begin with, but you know for sure I will be dressing these up for nights out! I was a little anxious about the platform being a ‘little too sexy’ but actually they aren’t bad at all.

The fit of these are true to size, and with the slingback having the elastic in the middle, this helps to keep your foot in place and snug. Without it, I am sure that it would be a struggle for some.

The height is pretty high, and I would not recommend if you’re not used to it. Although these would be a good pair to practice walking in as they have the steady platform to them and you are secure with the slingback too. I thought the height was great and that stiletto is just to die for!

“Do these hurt when you’re in them?” Nope is the answer. As I was wearing hosiery, I didn’t feel these rubbing against my foot or ankle, they didn’t cut my skin and they didn’t give me blisters either. However, to prevent that from occurring, maybe break your shoes in by wearing them with thick socks or using some vaseline on any sharp or rough edges so it doesn’t damage your skin.

The platform is another wow factor; these have a good 3cm on them. I have to admit I have some platform boots which are 5cm+ and it took some getting used to if you haven’t worn platforms before.

The peep toe is super cute on this pair; I didn’t have my nails painted unfortunately but I can say these would look stunning with a lovey nail colour popping through. This did not hurt my toes in any way either, but if you are conscious of it, add some vaseline or equivalent so it doesn’t rub.

One thing I did like and it did help in my shoot today; the plastic covering on the soles. Sometimes they have them, sometimes they don’t. I left it on as I was on plush carpet however please do make sure you take it off before wearing as you will slip and fall!

  My Thoughts?

I gotta say I really do like this pair. I sold my faux suede pair like this a good while back, and I am so glad I have another pair to replace them in my collection. I loved the way they look, the fit of them and the quality! I would certainly recommend these!

OnlyMaker Peep Toe High Heels Slingback Stiletto Shoes We are slipping back into another pair of new shoesies from OnlyMaker, and this time I paired them up with a kinda-vintage look.

[voidfell]

I think Johnny could have really gone somewhere in the tech field if he'd just applied himself. But he was a pretty beaten down kid and had already written himself off long before his death. He picks up tech way easier than he lets on, as evidenced by canonically being able to rig Fenton-Tech to his bike. Mans for real got no ambition (it's definitely one of the things he and Kitty fight about) He's happy to coast through his afterlife with his girl, his bike, and his shadow. I think Johnny has a lot of untapped potential!! Someone could take advantage of that!!

#✧˖*°࿐ Johnny 13 // so HOLD ME like a GRUDGE. #✧˖*°࿐ Johnny 13 About // the world is SPINNING & i can't keep up. WOAH. #✧˖*°࿐ WISHLIST // sometimes DREAMS DON’T come true. #✧˖*°࿐ OOC // ROAD WORK ahead? uh i sure HOPE so.

[voidfcllen]

Literally the first thing Mozenrath does post-Series is trying to break into the Palace in Agrabah to get his gauntlet back. He did not give up his left arm for that thing just for them to keep it.

+ he’s lowkey addicted to the magic since it’s what’s keeping him alive and slowing down the process of him dying for more power.

#❅ [ Lord Mozenrath ] he gave his RIGHT HAND for POWER. #❅ [ Lord Mozenrath // Ver.2 ] welcome to the END of ERAS. dynasty DECAPITATED. #❅ [ WISHLIST ] sometimes DREAMS DON’T come true. #❅ [ HEADCANON ] rips up CANON & tears it apart for SCRAPS. #❅ [ OOC ] ROAD WORK ahead? uh i sure HOPE so.

[moodyvalentinestories]

Secret Santa Gift!!! Wahoo!!!

Hello there @hazelestelle​, it is I, your Secret Santa, bringing you your fic! I wish you a very merry Christmas, and I hope you enjoy your gift!

 Under the Mistletoe

Pairing: Seth Levine x Matt Rodriguez

Summary: When Seth and Matt star in a new Netflix show together, they enter a fake relationship ‘for publicity reasons’. Unfortunately, things are a little more complicated than that...

Word Count: ~ 1,500 words

Notes: Not gonna lie, I'm not super familiar with Matt and Seth’s characters (I used to romance both of them in RCD 1 but it’s been a hot minute) but I hope you’ll enjoy this, anyway. I also included as much from your wishlist as possible... yes, even *Grinch-y shuddering noises* the holiday theme.

Seriously, though, I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you’ll have just as much fun reading. Happy holidays! 💕🎄✨

And thank you, @andi-the-cat​, for hosting this fabulous Secret Santa exchange!

Seth knew it was wrong of him to hide out on the balcony and ignore his duties as a host, but after the fifteenth guest had mentioned how absoluuuutely perfect he and Matt were together, he simply couldn’t take it anymore. These comments should have made him smile, he should have been absolutely delighted to hear people were happy for them, but they had the opposite effect.

Because it was all fake. Every touch, every kiss, every look they shared – all planned out by their publicists to drive up the hype for their upcoming Netflix series.

Except, for Seth, it wasn’t. At first, he’d thought it was just that Matt had been his celebrity crush before they’d become friends, but the more time they spent together, the more clear it became to him – Seth had fallen head over heels for his fake boyfriend, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

He couldn’t even tell him. They weren’t supposed to break up for at least another two months, and he was certain that Matt would not be comfortable being around him at all if he knew. So it was him who had to suffer. Which, normally, he would have been able to hide well enough, but it was Christmas for heaven’s sake, and all Seth wanted was to snuggle up in front of a Christmas tree with the one he loved, sipping spiked eggnog and exchanging heartfelt presents.

Instead, he was stuck at his fake boyfriend’s mansion, hosting a fake Christmas Party for hundreds of people he didn’t even know, listening to their fake congratulations on his fake relationship. He wished he had never signed that damn contract. If only he could go back in time…

He sighed and looked wistfully at the twinkling stars above him. Maybe, he thought, a shooting star would be so good as to appear and make all his wishes come true. Unfortunately, he had no such luck.

Even worse, he suddenly heard the balcony door open, and he cursed himself for not finding a bathroom or some other place he wouldn’t be disturbed.

“There you are,” the intruder said and Seth felt himself relax as he recognised Jessica’s voice. She walked up next to him, resting her arms on the railing same as him. “I was wondering where you ran off to. What did Pippa say to you? I’m ready to throw hands if she’s done something.”

Seth let out a dry chuckle. “Relax, Iowa. She’s not the reason I’m out here.”

“Oh. Good,” she said with a sheepish grin. “Because a dance battle is one thing, but an actual fight? That woman’s got claws. Like, actual claws. Have you seen her nails?”

The comment took him off guard for a moment, eliciting a laugh, but it wasn’t long until his solemn expression returned.

Jessica furrowed her brows. “If it’s not something she said, then what is it? Why are you out here instead of enjoying your party?”

“It was something she said,” Seth sighed and turned to her. “Kind of. She told me Matt and I make a great couple.”

The creases between her brows deepened. “Isn’t that a good thing? It means people are buying it, right?”

“Yeah, it’s great,” he said sardonically. “I just love how everyone thinks we’re this amazing happy couple.”

“Is that it, then?” she asked, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “If you want out, I’m sure we can find a way—”

“It won’t end when this relationship ends,” he said and realised, with sudden clarity, that that was the most terrifying part. Even when all of this was over – when he wouldn’t have to pretend to only pretend to be in love with Matt – his feelings would still be there. And he would still have to see him all the time. As a friend. Just a friend. He stumbled backwards and let himself fall into a chair behind him, burying his head in his hands. “Oh God. Oh God, I’m fucked.”

Jessica knelt down in front of him, taking his wrists and moving his hands away from his face so she could look at him. “Seth, you know you can talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

She was right. They’d known each other for such a long time now, and she’d never – not once – betrayed his trust. She’d helped him whenever he’d needed her and, quite honestly, she was one of the best friends he’d ever had. And he needed to tell someone. The words demanded to be heard.

Still, when he spoke, his voice was but a whisper. “I think I’m in love with him.” Confusion washed over her face, then came realisation. And with it a small, fleeting smile that had Seth wondering how she could possibly find his suffering amusing. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s not that, I’m just…” She shook her head. “It took you long enough to admit it.”

He frowned. “You knew?”

“Obviously,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Have you seen the way you look at him? Hearts. Literal hearts in your eyes.”

Seth sighed. If she knew, then who else did? “Great. Does he know?”

She ignored his question. “I think you could use a distraction. Sulking out here just won’t do.”

“I asked—”

“Meet me in Matt’s room in ten. I’ll grab some liquor and we’ll get wasted away from everyone else, hm?” She jumped to her feet again. “Gotta go, see you soon!”

Seth wanted to protest but she had disappeared back inside before he could. Sometimes she was a little too eager to offer her help, he thought. It wasn’t a terrible idea, though, and he figured he’d indulge her. He did want to get away from the party, after all. It was why he’d come out here in the first place.

He waited a little more than ten minutes before going back inside and heading to Matt’s room. He was, of course, stopped by a bunch of people for small talk and more compliments, but eventually made it there. But when he opened the door, it wasn’t Jessica that he saw.

“And here I thought you wouldn’t come,” Matt said with a low chuckle as he rose from the bed and made his way to Seth, who stood frozen in the doorway.

He swallowed hard. Matt was not only not who he’d expected to see but also the last person he’d wanted to see. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he spoke the first words that came to mind. “Shouldn’t you be at your party?”

“Shouldn’t you be?” Matt countered, an eyebrow raised. He was standing right in front of Seth now, and he reached out to place one hand on his hip.

Seth turned to see if there was someone standing in the corridor or something but nobody appeared to be around. He turned back to Matt, eyes wide. “W-what are you doing?”

Matt smiled at him, then looked up. “We’re standing under a mistletoe.”

“We are?” Seth asked, his gaze following Matt’s. And, sure enough, there was a green twig dangling above them. Jessica’s doing, no doubt. “We don’t… nobody can see us.”

“I know,” Matt said and leaned in to press his lips to Seth’s softly. He stiffened at first, entirely unsure how to react. Until his instincts kicked in and he began kissing him back. It felt different this time. It felt real.

When they broke apart far too soon – it could have been an eternity and it still would have been too soon – they were both breathless. “What… was that?”

“I believe it’s called a kiss,” Matt chuckled softly. “And I’d say it was a pretty damn good one, too.”

Seth had somehow managed to gather his wits about him. “I know what it was. I’m just… why?”

“How many of those hot toddies did you have?” Matt asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because I wanted to. Honestly, I’ve wanted to for a while. And when Jessica told me you felt the same way—”

Seth huffed. “I should have known she’d meddle.”

“—I couldn’t believe my luck.”

It was then that he realised the full meaning of what Matt had said. He wanted him? No, that had to have been a mistake. Surely, he was dreaming. “But you’re Matt Rodriguez.”

“And you’re Seth Levine,” he said with a shrug. “Do you really think I would have agreed to this relationship if I hadn’t had any feelings for you? After what happened with Alyssa? I was never going to do this again.” Matt shook his head, then let out an amused little laugh that Seth thought was one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard. “And then… then there you were. And the opportunity to spend time with you as… not friends. I knew it wouldn’t be real. I never dreamt it could be. And then—”

He couldn’t finish his sentence; Seth had already yanked him into another kiss. Fiery and desperate at first before it turned into gentle caresses of lips brushing against lips.

“We really should have talked about this a lot sooner,” Seth whispered.

Matt smiled into the kiss. “Yes. Yes, we should have.”

Bonus: Random little edit of Seth and Matt... in definitely not Matt’s house but, shh, we’re going to ignore that.

#red carpet diaries #seth levine #matt rodriguez #choices rcd #choices secret santa 2019

[folkelorde]

– TIPS: JOINING ESTABLISHED RPS.

i’ve been seeing some posts in the tags lately about apprehension regarding established rps, especially in terms of their lengths. personally, i think if you see your dream group but you notice it’s already established then go for it. the chances/odds that an established rp is going to last long enough for you to develop your muse are much higher than new rps, so don’t let the intimidation get you down. under the cut, i’m gonna put some tips and tricks i’ve picked up over the years both as being that member of an established group and as someone who’s joined them and seen it work & not work out for me. 

please note that everything i say here comes from my own personal experience and may not work for everyone or be true in every case. 

1. i would say the first step in this is to do your research. the good thing about an established rp is that there’s lots of pages and character blogs and such that you can check out to see if this game is a good place for your muse. you can check out the character blogs to see how active the group is, check the starter tags to see if people get replies, and check the intro tag to see if new characters are getting likes. you can also go through and see how the admin has responded to certain questions and issues and if the group seems to have a lot of drama, just stay away. i know not every group with recent drama on the main is going to die, but generally i let them get their shit sorted and don’t introduce myself to the rp right then. if the group is smaller, i might even take the time to check out a few of their characters intros and notice what types of characters they might be missing if i don’t already have a muse in mind. or if there’s a muse with a really similar plot to my character, that’s always good to know too. idk this might be excessive, but honestly if that stuff is available to me, i’m going to creep. i can’t help it. 

2. have ideas in mind and go for what you want! if the group is established, it’s likely that a lot of members have #1 on their plot wishlist filled – but YOU don’t. so don’t be afraid to ask for it, to point out what you really want to do on your intro. if you don’t get those key connections filled right away (i.e. “the best friend”), don’t worry about it. new members will float into the group that need those types of connections too, so stick it out and don’t be nervous to point out plots you want because often times, members will be very receptive. if they love their group, they’ll want you to stick around and develop their muse too, and usually when i see a new member, i try to do everything i can to fit my character into the essential bits of their story that they need.

3. don’t be afraid to reach out! one of the biggest things i see in rp is someone new joins, they post their intro, and then they never log on again or message me back after i say hi. i know it can be intimidating to rush headfirst into a group of people already rping, but SLIDE INTO THOSE DMS. anyone who likes/reacts to your post, message them! this is basic rp 101 at this point, and it’s definitely newer in the past few years, so if you’re returning to rp after a break, you might not know this. but you’re totally good to message anyone who likes your intro. also, if someone posts a starter but you don’t know how to respond, feel free to message them like, “hi, i want to reply to your starter, but i was wondering if we could plot something first?”...also, sometimes in an established rp, the dash can move really fast. don’t be afraid to reblog your intro or your starter or message the main to post the link, especially if you’re not showing up in the tags. admins are there to help.

4. don’t give up too fast. if you feel unsure, give it a couple of days. try a few threads. having established plots and intricate connections take time to build on, so you have to give it that same time and effort back. you might feel discouraged seeing other members with intricate plots several threads deep, but if you stick it out, you will get there too. sometimes it really doesn’t work out, yeah, but that can happen in a new group too. so, give it a chance for a while and give yourself some time to get comfy. established plots take time.

5. don’t expect to ship right away! just like established plots, these things take time, especially in groups where there are a lot of plots going on. sometimes people have chemistry right off the bat and that’s dope, but all of my best ships have happened a month+ into the group. once i was in a group for six months, rping and doing threads with this person, before we realized...yo, they might be...something...and it was a slow burn friends to lovers but it was the cutest shit i’ve ever done. if you really just want to do ships, i would say focus on 1x1s, because group rps are about multiple plots and you might not get all your wanted connections at once.

HOWEVER, it is a huge pet peeve of mine when people enter a group and i see other members fail to greet them, or you join a group chat and no one stops talking to welcome you. that shit is so disheartening and it’s common sense. if you like your group and want it to last, you have to be super inviting to new members and new characters. otherwise, you’ve just got a slow death on your hands. 

fucking! 

welcome someone when they enter your group chat. 

like intros and realize that people might be shy, so don’t be afraid to message them first

try to wrap them up in your storylines and fill their connections as best you can

feel free to message them things like “i’m going out, but welcome to the group! i’ll message you about plotting tm!” 

i feel super passionate about established rps and i think a huge issue in the rpc is the hype around new rps...hype that dies very quickly because people are intimidated by an established group. don’t be afraid of that shit, embrace it. if it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, but the odds of getting to develop your muse in a lasting rp are better that way.

i’m not saying DON’T join new rps, because you totally should – new rps are the shit and it’s so fun to be somewhere since the beginning. but if you see a plot you really like, don’t let the fact that it’s been open for a few weeks scare you off. 

#rpc #rph #rpca #rpa #rpt #me yelling into the void

[the-little-prophet]

BDRP Questionnaire 2019

Posting this on Charlie since I actually talked about him quite a bit! Let’s gooooo

Characters: Berlioz, Hades, Kiara, Nala, Andrina, Merida, Charlie, Apollo, John, Su, Ashleigh, Nemo, Jun

Pick one of your characters and talk about their growth (we recommend choosing an older character, but it’s up to you!) What about their story has surprised you? What are you proud of? How have they changed from their original inception to now?

This one goes out to Charlie. I pitched Charlie very deceptively-- claiming he was a prophet, aligning him, at first, with Calliope, making it look like Charlie’s magic was of the classical, Cassandra-inspired kind. But all along, I knew that what I wanted Charlie to be was more of this sci-fi/fantasy blend as an homage to his movie’s sci-fi bend too. This year, I got to actually reveal that Charlie is a time traveler after two years!! This is very exciting for me! I’ve enjoyed being able to lean into Charlie’s new image systems with this reveal, even though I’m out of my depth and breaking like 67 different time travel rules, probably lol. Still, it’s been great to take him to that place, and to invent Future-Charlie as both a deux ex machina and an expression of identity/choice/free will etc etc. I did not have Future-Charlie in mind when I created Charlie, so that was something I was proud of coming up with!

Pick another character and talk a little about where you WANT them to go. What are your plans for them going into the new year?

I’m going to talk about Nemo if only because everyone else feels like a spoiler lol. Nemo, as a relatively new character though, is still full-speed-ahead on his initial goals that I outlined for him in his application. Now that Nemo’s been established in the school and he has this little group of buddies, I want:

To focus on his wing. I want Nemo to push himself, get himself in a spot of trouble, potentially injure himself.

Reveal his wings to at least one mundus friend

Continuing to infuse his posts with body image issues. This is a slow build kind of plot that really is like...the broth of Nemo’s plot-soup, lol, while training for his placement is the chicken and belonging at school is the noodles….it needs to be this throughline more than like, para a, para b, para c. at least for now.

Pick a thread or a plot that you’re proud of and talk about why you loved it.

I could pick a lot of threads here lol it’s honestly so HARD. But I think I want to shout-out to the Charlie/Jim first kiss thread because it surprised even me and Hannah. We initially planned for the first kiss to be just that-- one kiss, then we done, Jim and Charlie go on to be friends. But like in the best of cases, Jim and Charlie’s palpable chemistry actually informed more of Charlie’s arc and opened up avenues previously closed to me/Charlie since Charlie had been so SHUT to the idea of love. So! I really loved that thread. Also because like, I literally made Charlie experience the big bang after his first kiss. And THAT’S the BEST way to use magic in my opinion. Like when you can infuse magic with an emotional catharsis-- I think the other time I did that super well was similar actually, when Herc kissed Kiki’s cheek and she grew a tree in his room lol. So yeah! Some of my best writing in that thread, amazing chemistry, big surprises. It was an absolute pleasure.

In terms of your own writing, identify 1-3 strengths and talk about why you think it’s one of your strengths.

-Image systems. I dragged myself for this, but I think it’s something that really helps me find a character’s voice and make myself excited to RP them! Also, I think it’s what people like about my writing sometimes. Maybe. IDK, lol. -Complex Emotion: I’m stealing this from my mentor who said I’m good at creating complex emotion and so you know its true. My most introverted characters get the bulk of this naturally--they are introspective and feely and give themselves the space to think and feel. But I really want to try to inject more into my extroverted characters. I think I’m doing well for Nemo, who had undiagnosed anxiety and so that informs a lot of his personality in very interesting-- very OPPOSITE-- ways as Berlioz; Nemo struggles with being alone because ‘alone’ means he gets too in his head. That’s been really fun for me and why he’s quickly become one of my fave voices to write (I know, u all thought it was because I am in love with Jimin (true), but no its bc Nemo is an anxious, big feeling baby and he’s always so Alive to me, plus i was made to write a fairy it was always my destiny.)

In terms of your own writing, identify 1-3 areas of improvement.

-Dialogue: PERSONALLY I feel like I’m not great at dialogue. Some posts are better than others and I think I’m good at like…..texting dialogue? IDK. I feel like I struggle in paras though to craft good dialogue. It’s just, rn, average dialogue. Of course not every post needs to have hilarious, punchy, great dialogue. But do my characters sound different? Am I doing all I can to create rhythm and speech patterns? -Filtering: Im being very picky rn, because actually I don’t do this too much, but I do it enough where I’m like, I gotta go read some really stellar writers adn ban myself from using “Feel” and “think” for like a whole month. What I’m talkinga bout is like: Ber realized/ Ber thought / Ber knew. That kind of writing is totally fine, but that’s about it. I need to come up with more creative ways to talk about feelings and abstract concepts!!!

-Character: I know everyone is probably like………….how dare lauryl put this here. But listen. I don’t think I struggle with character on RP. But outside of RP? Oh boy! The THING about RP is you MUST create a character, that’s your vessel for writing here, and so you do all that development plus u got the four years of worldbuilding informing that character, and literally EVERYTHING CHARACTER DRIVEN ITS...THERE IS NO OTHER WAY.  Outside of RP though I think I have struggled because my natural affinity is worldbuilding and shit like that. I’m type 5 baby, I am attracted to characters who let me poke at things I don’t know anything about, like even Jun, part of it really is like, petitions and grocery store management lmfadsofij. SOOOo idk I just need to be able to focus on crafting characters that are compelling vessels for the cool shit I like to do outside of RP.

Pick one of your plots, or even just a character, and come up with a list of 3-5 “mentor texts” where you can look for inspiration or research, then write a short (2-4 sentences) why you picked those texts. JOHN DARLING BREAKS INTO FAERYLAND 1. Call Down the Hawk/Raven Cycle: It’s no coincidence that my reread of Raven Cycle last winter played a pretty big part in inspiring this new version of John. The descriptions of the magical forest Cabeswater and the hunt for Glendower have the same kind of contemporary fantasy vibe that I really like for John. And of course, Ronan’s dream magic is very much intertwined with the faery realm feeling like a dream (and Ashleigh, obviously, as a dark faery who can manipulate them). More than that though, the attention paid to the psyches of each character and how they drive the plot forward is just… /chefs kiss. 2. The Mabinogian: I want to draw from these classic Welsh/British stories and incorporate them in creative ways! Or just as, like, motifs are something. :) I have tried to do this but would like to be a lot more intentional, instead of just being like lmao let me look up some random shit for this one reply~ 3. The Hazel Wood: This book deals with characters coming into the real world from a book world! This kind of goes along with the Mabinogian as I kind of ish want to do something similar, only treating the Mabinogian as a historical, cultural text as opposed to a fiction. This book also focuses a lot on fairy tale tropes (like numbers) which I really want to incorporate in John’s stuff. I want to ideally write some of my own fairy tales-- I have one in mind actually through Ashleigh but it’s related to John too since he’d the scholar of said stories.  

And now, a wishlist!

-Exploring Nemo’s disability. This is slightly challenging for me since we don’t have many fairies, but I’m brainstorming some ideas and hope to really kick it off in January, leading up to his Talent Placement Test.   -I really want to have a lot of town-centric plots for Jun. Would love to rp with the police officers! I want to have Jun try to get some ppl arrested tbh ahah, like, Fflew for loitering, or maybe reporting Mitte. I would love some arch nemeses tbh-- Mitte does seem like a good one. AND I want to submit at least three petitions next semester!! Maybe i should make that two!! Still!! -Do some Bonfamille plots. I already have something I’m really excited about and have already planned here so this is a teaser… -Keep writing essays. The fairies have been great, getting me really inspired to do these.What’s been an amazing mental exercise, and why I cannot stop writing these, is thinking about how the political philosophy of Pixie Hollow informs how it functions: technically, socioculturally etc. It’s really fun for me to basically build a communist thought project and then enact it for real. I feel like I’m learning a lot about...well, societies, lol, and how the material factors endlessly bleed into, and shape, ideas and beliefs (and vice versa). Also, I literally have to do these because when Nemo is IN the Hollow and I want to write him getting a glass of water, I’m faced with a lot of technical questions: do fairies have running water? Does he have to get it from a stream? How do they keep things cool? Etc etc. And that’s why I go off on these, and I’m excited to keep doing them, as many as I can, with feedback from my fellow fairies. Also, do want to do ones that are NOT fairy related, so we’ll see about that. -Write John backstory. He’s gone on a few other adventures and I’d like to actually one-shot those maybe lol. -Alternate Charlie Timeline: This is something that’s bopping around in my head and I haven’t found the perfect way to make it happen, but I want Charlie to travel to an alternate version of his life and get stuck. When I figure out the right way to do this, my partners will also get to rp alternate versions of their characters lol. That’s fun right!! Of course it is, we do it all the time with AUs, but this one obvi be more personal and more closely tied to canon.

OPTIONAL: Why do you RP? First and foremost, I RP because it’s writing for the sake of writing-- joy for joy. I think this is even more important this year as I’ve had to focus on mentorship writing outside of RP. RP became the place where I didn’t have to think so hard about making everything make sense, lol. It gave my brain a break so I could be less judgmental of myself and just have fun and do the most ridiculous stuff...and some of my fave stuff iS ridiculous because of that...like Nemo and Sindri making flower crowns or the ASC nonsense. It’s this kind of light, fluffy, low-stake (but still High Stake) stuff that provided me endless joy when I needed it the most. Second of all, I RP because I really want to invest in people’s creative energy. I think doing so gives back to myself. Building canon, helping people brainstorm, seeing people grow-- I feel like a proud mom when I get to have this kind of mentorship role myself. I talked to MK about this, but even though Sam left to go off and do greater things, that’s like-- to me, it was a lot like he was graduating from this weird BDRP school I’ve helped create. I felt nothing but pride and happiness for him and really felt like, if BDRP was to explode tomorrow, I ACHIEVED the thing I set out to do when, four years ago, I sat on my computer and drafted BDRP’s mission and vision and committed myself to this admin role. And THAT’S what I want ideally-- for BDRP to be this collaborative place that doesn’t focus too much on what makes sense, on sitewide plots that force people into roles. I have always wanted plots like ASC and John’s search for Excalibur to be able to exist side by side, and I think we’ve done that. Now we just have to tend this garden, don’t we, haha? May BDRP bear many delicious fruit.

#bdrptask #this is a rambling mess but always fun aint it