i love to think about the ways eiffel is willing/able to take up physical space for hera when she can’t. i think... with eiffel and hera and minkowski staying together post-canon, one thing that might start to really bother hera is that, like. she doesn’t have any stuff. she doesn’t even have herself to be there in the house, really, not physically. and unlike with the hephaestus, a house that is actually meant to be a home, a place that is designed for human life, is always full of reminders of the people who live there. so i want to think that she expresses this to eiffel and he starts picking up stuff he thinks she’ll like just to put it on the shelves and around the house, so it’s her house too. and she thinks it’s kind of silly at first because it’s not like she can really interact with most of it, but. then she sees all of her stuff mixed together with eiffel’s on the shelves and it’s like this constant reminder that she exists in the world, that she has an impact on it and a place in it. and that does make her feel a little better.
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Would love to hear more about Little Red AU or Vamp AU, if either of those is still un-asked
tbh, ive lost a lot of motivation for this AU after not one, but two fics being written based on Mess' art :') but, as @seiya-starsniper has encouraged me, unlike the fics out there currently, mine does not contain monster fucking (not sure how impactful this makes it lol but!) it also goes in a very different direction than what many people are expecting... its the only reason im still clinging to it. anyway, here's a small, very vague, and very unedited snippet of my Little Red AU:
There is a witch in the woods; the villagers know this and remain wary of her provocation. She is powerful but she is also a hermit– quiet and bloodless, when ignored. Many elders in the village have spun up stories, history between them and her. Though it seems all unfounded, Hob had never been anything but curious, growing up with these tales of offering sacrificial goats in place of the children they believed her to steal, before moving on to setting up traps on the edge of the woods where their small hamlet lay.
Hob had also heard stories, though not many, of how she’d been run out, that there may be more of her kind hiding in secret within the community. This too, Hob doesn’t allow to bother him. He is surrounded by superstition and pays no mind to any of it.
Which is all to say, he’s encountered the witch on several occasions.
And whatever tales Hob had grown up hearing of her comes to a screeching halt the day he first met her.
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WIP... good lord it’s Wednesday
I don’t know how this happened. One minute I’m on Tumblr the next minute I’m posting punctually. Thank you for the tag @heniareth I have been looking for an excuse to post this snippet. Lemme tag you back, along with @rlainarin, @anna-the-great-and-terrible, and @icy-warden if I may, for I do crave your snippets (and Icy also because you were wondering what happened with Revka). Below features Rhodri making Zevran uneasy (quelle surprise) the morning after Broken Circle.
Rhodri wrung her hands. “I… wanted to check how you’re faring after yesterday.”
Zevran chuckled airily. “Ah, that was a memory, nothing more. And this time, a Grey Warden with the most marvellous set of eyes came to my rescue! It seems I have landed on my feet yet again.” He flicked his eyebrows once. “Let us hope my luck holds out, no?”
Rhodri stiffened. “You don’t think this is luck, surely.”
“Well, good luck, of course,” Zevran attempted, faltering a little when her staring wasn’t supplemented with any other response. “Excellent fortune? … Maximal serendipity?”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “My mother was kidnapped,” she said after a moment. “That was why she was missing.”
The abrupt change of topic made Zevran’s pre-prepared quip die in his throat.
“She was taken during a morning walk in Kirkwall, I was told,” Rhodri continued, not missing a beat. “Her brother, my uncle Damion, had accrued enormous debts to shady characters and told no-one about it. They took my mother and not him because they know she married a rich Tevinter. My father paid the million-sov ransom, and then another half million when they demanded more. And when that wasn’t enough and they demanded more again, he realised he would have to take her back himself.
“He tracked her down to a small village on the Nevarran border. The cartel had emptied it and was using it as a hideout.” Rhodri’s upper lip bulged as her tongue passed over her teeth. “Would you like to hear what my father did when he found her?”
Zevran smiled thinly. “I imagine the kidnappers were struck off the Satinalia greeting card list, no?”
She gave a small, wry smile of her own, which quickly tightened into a frown. “For a start. By the end, all twenty-six of the kidnappers, thugs, what-have-you there, were turned into blood sacrifices to restore my mother’s health, and the settlement was razed to the ground.”
Rhodri lowered her head to eye-level with him, pinning him with a stare he couldn’t quite force himself to wish away.
“I would do this much, and more, for you,” she said softly, fervently. “House Callistus fights for her people, Zev, there is no luck to it. You are one of us. Don’t cheapen my devotion to you by calling it luck.”
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How To Suck Roid Clit and Tdick Like A 6Gal Bauer ShopVac
So I'm a trans man and I fucking love trans men and they love fucking me. I minored in t4t gay sex in college and giving head has always came very naturally to me as a specialty, administering orgasms has never been an issue but a lot of people have difficulty figuring tdick out after going on testosterone or figuring themselves out and don't know how to get dudes to pop off which is tragic to me. Plus we don't really have like... sex ed about how to do that so it's not like you can pick up a book. But that's what you have me for. If you suck at giving head I'm gonna teach you how to suck the rest of someone's life away.
So everyone is different, growth might look different on different people and sometimes you'll have somebody who has difficulty popping off just cause of weird nerve endings, obviously listen to what your partner tells you and what works for them because they're going to know better. I've been around with a lot of different men and this is just what's worked for me, if you try it and its TERRIBLE then don't think you're broken or whatever, our willies are just as diverse as we are :)
Generally though tdick kind of resembles a tiny penis especially when you've been on T for a long time. Personally I've been on T for five years and have a 2 inch monster and you can kind of see where the head would be vs the foreskin or whatever. Like my favorite analogy is that it looks like a .45 caliber bullet because that's what my dick looks like when I'm looking down, lol.
Like the cap on the bullet would be the "head" and the cartridge casing is the length of the thing. Like on a guy's dick idk if anybody is getting tdick circumcized so when he's soft the skin will come up and guard the head/clit part because it's sensitive, you're going to want to find the head and kind of gently push past the skin with your tongue or your finger. Like get it on the head because largely that's the most sensitive part of his dick. when it gets bigger it kind of gets less sensitive, and you can't just rub the whole thing like on a clit off testosterone, uniform pressure might not always work. So keep your finger on the pulse, lol.
The simplest motion tht you can do, like a good part to lick on is right where the head meets the rest of his dick. There's almost a seam, kind of like on that bullet. Just rub in little circles with your tongue. Start gentle, gauge his reaction, and then go a little harder or a little faster. Also stay in one place once you get into a groove, the more you rub on one spot the more sensitive and the better it will feel.
On the very APEX tip of his dick is where most of the nerves are bundled it's going to be the most sensitive, so if you want to make him jump or if he's not very sensitive rub there, lol.
Also, once you get that down, you can suck too! You want to make a seal with your lips around his dick, almost like you're pulling on a cigarette, or like you're sucking your lips on a peach to keep the juices from falling out. This intensifies it if his dick is not sensitive and keeps it in one place if he has a big dick.
If he likes penetration fingering him at the same time is not a bad idea either.
Also, mind the teeth, lol.
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maybe neil gaiman's just still in the brain but i've been thinking a lot about writing processes/disciplines/routines and i mean. yeah. sometimes writing is a lot of just sitting there doing nothing and thinking (which maybe isn't really doing nothing but can feel like a lot of nothing if a bunch of time goes by and not a lot of words end up on the page). but like. it's still work, it's still writing. it's like watching paint dry maybe. like sometimes it's really boring and almost feels fruitless but then eventually the paint's dry and it clicks that your wall's all nice and painted now. like just because watching the paint dry is boring doesn't mean the paint isn't doing its job or isn't beneficial. the only problem with this analogy is that painting a wall is crucial to having a painted wall but actually watching the paint dry maybe isn't whereas sometimes it really is crucial to spend an agonizing amount of time thinking about what you're writing (or going to write). however i'm not gonna claim to be a good writer so you can just go with my not so good analogy. i'm just a gal that does sometimes write stuff (read: i'm just a gal that has been sitting trying to write stuff tonight (read: at 3am) and has been mostly sitting and just thinking and is trying to justify that)
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Me: guess it’s time to rewatch Murder house. That’s a perfect season of television. This is the best show of all time omg Violet and Tate and Jessica Lange yessssss
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