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edits-art-and-roleplay · 13 days

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:: Warnings!! The following story is only suitable for people over 18 years old!! It includes sexual acts and a wonderful love story between two men! :: :: Please don't copy nor steal my writing. ::

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'The couch? Seriously?', Gale's mind spoke and his gaze swept across the room, over to the fold-out couch where John could be found sleeping. It could have been much easier. The bed in this hotel room was so big that 4 people could have easily slept in it without getting in the way. Their best friend had been quite generous when he celebrated his big birthday at the fancy hotel, allowing all his friends and family to stay there. Gale and John shared a room, like in the old days when they were roommates. That's exactly how it felt now when Gale took in the distance between them.

His confession a few weeks ago that he had separated from his wife had obviously not changed anything between the two of them. He had confessed to John that he realized why John had kept his distance and it was all the more frightening that he felt exactly the same thing. That was the first time John had admitted that he was in love with Gale either. ‘Then why doesn’t anything change?’, Gale thought and let out a deep, quiet breath. Maybe he needed to make it clearer to John what he wanted.

So Gale slowly and noiselessly pushed himself up off the mattress, slid out of bed and just as noiselessly walked over to the couch. It was so frighteningly quiet that he could clearly hear John's breathing the closer he got. Reaching the edge of the couch, Gale leaned forward and down so he could gently snuggle against John's warm body.

Perhaps it was fate, a premonition or a deep-seated wish on John's part, that he kept the left arm away from the body in such a way that Gale found it comfortable, his right hand resting relaxed on the stomach. John didn't move at first, but looked happy in his sleep and it was definitely three minutes before Gale felt the slight body movement. His best friend was no longer asleep, but wide awake and aware that this was no dream. His head turned to the left, lips touched Gale's smelly and soft hair and a deep breath of contentment was heard. Gale felt it, heard the quiet heartbeat and was quite sure that this was the moment John had been longing for. Still, both of them couldn't stop teasing.

"What are you doing here?", John was heard whispering, lips resting gently against Gale's hair.

"Well, we were at a birthday party and ended up in the hotel room.", Gale smirked even though his Major couldn't see it, but he heard the gentle wheezed laughter.

"I know that. I mean, what are you doing -here-?" He emphasized the last word lovingly and the fingers of his left hand tapped almost tenderly on Gale's hip, which he had grasped from behind and pulled close to him.

"Well - I woke up in that huge and quite comfortable bed over there and couldn't bear to see you here on this rather uncomfortable couch."

"We can swap. - Uuuh ouch.", John added quickly, feeling the playful boxing in the side and that's when his laughter was heard more loudly. To his surprise, he got a kiss on the shoulder joint and grinned happily to himself with his eyes closed.

"Do you feel uncomfortable when I'm lying here?", Gale was heard asking softly and cautiously after a long moment of silence had passed and they just held each other. As if they had never had bad times, never had been separated, never went through a self chosen distance to each other.

"No not at all." The soft and relaxed tone of John's voice encouraged Gale. Not that he didn't have one, but that the closeness between them and in the here and now wasn't a problem gave him the courage to finally say what he wanted to say.

"Then never leave my side again."

"I'm here. I always was."

"But never completely and that's what I want. You by my side, without the limits we have imposed on ourselves, but rather enjoying now that we both love each other." So began a plea of love, which Gale's heart absolutely had to get off his chest. All of that had been building up in him for so long, had had to remain hidden for so long that now as he had spoken the first few sentences, he felt the pressure in his chest really painful. So he sat up, sat on the knees, shoved the slightly trembling hands between his thighs to calm him down and continued to speak with fervor.

"It took me so long to figure out and realize why you made yourself so rare in our friendship. The worst part was not realizing why you did it, but that I would have had exactly the same reason. Namely, that I love you . And you still love me. So why does it feel like you still like the distance more than being close to me."

"Gale." He heard those whispers very close and looked straight into John's eyes, for he had long since sat up and taken his lover's hands in his own. But Gale's mind still hadn't really realized this.

"No, John. We seriously have to talk about it.", he shook his head, not wanting to interrupt the speech.

"And I want you to stop talking."

"Why? Isn't all that just as important to you anymore?"

"Yes. It is.", John smiled and now Gale finally realized how close they were, because the warm breath carried John's whisper over a very short distance to his lips. Eyes that Gale loved so much couldn't look more directly into his as he then heard. "But I finally want to kiss you."

Such a request had never set Gale's heart pounding so fast. However, when John said those words, his heart pounded so fast against the ribs that the vibration was almost unbearable. Like a newborn that sucked in the first breaths hectically and uncontrollably, his chest moved up and down so quickly and yet it was the most beautiful agony Gale had ever suffered. Their gazes never parted and when John put the warm hands on his cheeks, there was this unspeakably beautiful relief and relaxation on Gale's limbs. That feeling ran down his cheeks, down his jaw, down into his chest where it calmed the excited heart and breathing. But only until the next sensual storm blew up in him.

Magnetically attracted to each other, their faces had moved closer together and when the surfaces of their lips touched, Gale noticed that John had long since closed his eyes. Wanting to enjoy it in the same way, the eyelids drooped, letting the long lashes rest on the silky skin under the eyes, and now the inner explosion felt even more intense. This moment wasn't forced, it wasn't planned or foreseen. No, this moment was simply carried by love and enclosed the two of them like an invisible cage. Not one you were trapped in and wanted to escape as quickly as possible. God no, Gale liked to be trapped in this cage until the end of his life, knowing he was with the man he loved. Knowing he was safe, alive and his love was returned.

But this love was not only reciprocated. That love turned to passion and Gale felt John's body pushing closer and closer against his. He felt the slight twist that pushed him backwards into the pillows, the mattress snuggling up against the back and his front being gently buried beneath John's. However, he also felt the tremor that stirred up the passion and made John's muscles tremble. As soon as he became aware of this, he heard this strained moaning and stopping breathing as if his lover was fighting something.

"Major? What's going on?", Gale whispered, cupping his lover's face in both hands and hoping nothing more than that he would look at him. "Your whole body is shaking."

"I'll be fine in a second.", John muttered haltingly, suppressing the deep groan and everything about him was tense. His forehead rested on Gale's bare chest, next to whose body his hands had gripped the sheets and were tugging at them. And now it dawned on Gale what was going on.

"It's all a bit much at once, isn't it?", he grinned, doing everything he could not hear it. He now knew what was going on in John and how much he fought against lust, because he couldn't do otherwise. Neither of them had been prepared for this explosion of emotions. There was no bootcamp for that.

"A little.", John wheezed laughing, clearing his throat and now having given up the stubbornness not to look at his lover. His head slowly rose, he shifted the body weight slightly to the right forearm and tenderly stroked the side of Gale's face with the left hand. "I've waited for this moment for so long.", he whispered lovingly. "For this moment, for you, for us. Words cannot express how happy I am, Gale."

"We don't need to talk.", he sounded mischievous. "I would be very content to feel you in any sensual way."

He received no verbal reply to this request. Rather, a flood of tender kisses came towards him, which took him by storm again. John's lips were so sensual and beguilingly soft. The flowing movements of his body are so devotedly light, as if small, flat waves were pushing against the shore. It was so easy to let yourself fall into this stream, switch off your head and find relaxation. But Gale wanted more than that. He was overwhelmed with the urge to lose himself completely in John. Not only did he want to be one with him in an act that went with it, no, Gale wanted to disappear body and soul into John. Becoming one with him, sharing the same heart and soul forever.

And that's exactly what happened at that moment. With each caress of the hands, each other removed the last barrier between their bodies. With every kiss that touched the heated skin. With every stroke of the tongue, it tickled errogenic zones and tenderly made you want more. The small flame of passion had long since turned into a firestorm and Gale almost missed the moment, this one important moment, in which he now fully felt John. But John had stopped, forcing him to look at him and realize what was happening. And what happened was the best thing in their lives. Gale was totally relaxed and as they locked eyes, he felt John's hips move closer to his. It was the most beautiful way to be buried under him and to be caught by his waves. Those waves that were no longer small and flat, but that had picked up the storm from far out at sea and whipped against the shore.

Carried away by this storm, Gale's hands were wrapped around John's shoulder blades. Legs had wrapped themselves, like a passionate clamp, around the hips that rocked both their bodies. Why had they waited so long for this? Why had they allowed themselves to stay away from each other, when they really needed each other? Gale didn't know anymore. He didn't want to look back either. He wanted to stay in the here and now. At that moment, when they were finally one and bit by bit the pressure built up in him that he almost got dizzy. And just as that feeling became too aching and strong, Gale could feel their bodies giving in to the need. He could feel John's explosion and just two seconds later his own spreading hotly against their bellies. Gale wanted to scream out loud, but their kisses had muffled any loud gasps and moans before, and still did.

It wasn't until the last wave of their climax that lips parted, but faces stayed close and hectic breath rushed between mouths. Gale's fingers on John's shoulder blades relaxed again and he hadn't noticed that the fingernails had dug into the skin. Very lightly, but he felt the marks as the fingertips caressed tenderly and John seemed to whimper softly. "I'm sorry.", Gale whispered, lifting his eyelids and looking at his lover's overjoyed face.

"I'm not.", John grinned with the lascivious look and small tears had mixed between the beads of sweat on his face. "I'm not sorry for a single damn second.", he whispered, both still struggling to fill their lungs with fresh oxygen. "I love you, Gale. And I swear to you, I'll never let you go again.", he sealed these words with a heartfelt kiss and the night gave the two enough time to enjoy their togetherness.

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antvnger · 5 months

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favorite people to write with and why?

((Oh my well let’s see…you’ve really opened the floodgates here, Anon. I love to gush on my mutuals ❤️❤️❤️

So without further ado!

@stxrked / @mxtalwings - Iron Mun is a wonderful, beautiful person and a brilliantly creative writer. We connected instantly, and our writing relationship is a lot of fun because we work together and give instead of take. It’s a very mutual, very balanced relationship and it is so very satisfying and rewarding. Some of my best and favorite work is with them. Nothing so far compares for me. ❤️💛

@guardian-rocket - I’ll be honest, the very first time I watched GotG, I couldn’t decide if I liked Rocket or just wanted to punt him like a football because he got on my nerves. Most of the time, I’d answer with the latter. However! Because of Rocket Mun and then later because of GotG3 I have found a new appreciation for and understanding of Rocket. Rocket Mun is a wildly creative and knowledgeable writer. I’m blown away by their skill. I can hear the guardians’ voices perfectly in their writing. I love it and I love the thread we’ve got going. Plus they have incredible drawing skills too!

@thegrandharveyspecter - I know like 5 things about the show Suits. I watched a few episodes with my parents back in the day, but it had been ages ago. I never expected to be RPing with a Harvey Specter yet here we are, and it’s been fun! This dynamic is fun to explore, and that’s because of how the Grand Mun brings Harvey to life. And to think I helped inspire the Grand Mun to start this blog? I’m flattered. And look how far we’ve come.

@arandomnerdsrp358 - I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited whenever I saw my Cassie in my notifications. Such a beautiful dynamic between Scott and Cassie and exploring this relationship has been a great privilege for me. Without a Cassie, who is Scott Lang? Good thing we don’t have to worry about finding out because we have this sweet mun.

I have been blessed with not one but 3 Lokis. @benevolentgodloki @loki-notazombie and @askthesecondgenerationavengers (teen) and my goodness! Certainly keeping Scott on his toes. But what I love is the same character is being fleshed out in 3 different ways, and that’s so fun and exciting to me. Everything is different and new, and it keeps the creative juices flowing. And all 3 are so fun to write with because who knows what kind of Loki I’ll get today. I’ve become more of a Loki fan thanks to them.

Lastly but certainly never least @inz-lokisdottir . I love Inz, Baby Inz, and Inz Mun very very much! Every thread we’ve done so far has been so much fun and I love how we seemed to click too. Scott is so good with kids, and he really gets to show that off with her. And the fact people have reached out and said how they love our threads just proves how great a team we are.

And there’s soooooo many more I could list here. I could write a ton about each one I write with. They’re all incredible, and I love them so. They mean a lot to me and to Scott.))

#for the ant mun #ant mun #writing mutuals #rp writing #rp mutuals #spread the love #gushing over my peeps #LOVE YOU ALL

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menphinaswhitemage · 6 months

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"Ah, Lady Charbonneau's Ward, how fortunate to see you this eve. My dear sister is hosting a party and wishes to see everyone in this new...fascinating Ishgardian style. Surely you will attend, no? Here, give this to one of the servants and they shall fetch exactly what you are to wear. I hope you will not dissapoint."

"H-huh? Oh but I... Yes, My Lady I will be glad to attend."

Around her Audrey can hear the familar gossip of the nobles of Ishgard. However one of them found out of her "ghastly secret", it was only a matter of time before they used it for there own amusement. "...I should have never attended- they talk of me no matter what I do."

Soft fabrics envelop her as she registers suddenly a figure behind her "My Lady, you are bound to catch cold in such dress. Please take my cloak, let me accompany you to warmer company."

Audrey turns back to stare up at him, breath caught in her throat as he keeps his hand gently on her shoulders guiding her away from the party.

#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #gpose #ffxiv gpose #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv wol #haurchewol #haurchefant greystone #hyur midlander #elezen #Audrey Valentine #this is before they were a couple #the soft moments of protection and care like this during the slow burn....chefs kiss #(it only makes his death sadder ngl)#rp writing

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iron-sparrow · 10 months

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女士憤怒

Four months. Nearly four months in this gods-forsaken wasteland, this frozen tribute to Man’s greed and endless thirst for power. To Lia, imagining these ruins, this Regio Urbanissima, as a once bustling metropolis seemed an impossible ask. She remembers, suddenly, the scorched settlements and strongholds that fell to Nidhogg’s loyal brood, the crumbling outer walls that protected Ishgard for generations. Could this have been their fate, had the Scions and their enigmatic Warrior of Light not intervened?

One has to wonder.

Lia shakes her head, evicting these thoughts from her mind. They serve no one now, and she had felt her mood begin to sink even lower under their weight. She sighs out a breath, waits for the cloud in front of her nose to dissipate, and reaches for the curved snout of her visor. It yields easily when she applies the exact amount of pressure, clicking firmly into place to shield most of her fair features. Other mechanisms in her helmet grind softly as the visor is lowered, bringing the toothy jaw up so that it hugs her own jawline firmly.

Ishgardian ingenuity.

In her mind, she sees the map of the area directly beneath her high perch, one she had spent well over an hour studying ever ilm of on parchment before departing on her solo assignment of scouting the region. Though not gifted with wings to fly, her high jumps fueled by training and her soul stone allowed her to find alternate route and vantage spots, making her more difficult for the hostile wildlife and machines to detect much less chase. Now, as she’s knelt atop this fallen structure – once a skyscraper – her keen eyes search through the falling snow for signs of life. Only fifteen of the thirty soldiers had been found, most very much dead already. So where had the others vanished off to? Could they have been spirited away by wandering voidsent? While the Lady Dragoon had not personally witnessed any such monstrosities roaming the region since her arrival, she knew better than to cast aside the possibility. And what of those “blasphemies” that had supposedly been dealt with by the Scions?

Fury, this star seemed to find new ways of testing her children at every turn.

Whatever happened to Ser Alvinne’s convoy, Lia knew in the pit of her stomach they must have succumbed to something unnatural. She had read the coroners’ combined reports, and the survivors summoned forth vivid memories of enthralled heretics serving the will of dragons. An otherworldly shriek. Fear that dug into their bones. But this wasn’t the work of dragons. Her blood did not sense any.

If voidsent were responsible for this, could that mean the Strange Knight might be near? Halone’s mercy, he better not be dead. Her betters at House Dzemael would not like that. Neither would she.

Well, nowhere left to go but down. Tightening her grip around her Fangs, she propels herself from her perch and begins her rapid descent into the depths below. As her armored form passed through the opening in the asphalt and snow, she felt the world swallowing her whole. Her landing was both heavy and graceful, placing her in a low crouch at the center of this beam of light that shone through the wound above. She lifts her eyes skyward to look at the entrance. Only sixty, maybe seventy yalms above her. She can escape with ease, if a hasty retreat was needed. Then, the Lady Dragoon takes stock of her surroundings, waiting for her eyes to acclimate to the dark.

She hears stone scraping behind her and turns, rising to her feet in that same motion. Something is here with her. She senses it.

A horrifying scream suddenly rings from the unseen. Lia hears herself crying out, answering against her will. The sound threatens to split her brain in half, spiraling down into every nerve in her body and wrapping around her bones so tightly she thinks they might snap.

The shrieking doesn’t stop, and the pain it inflicts is too excruciating for her to silence herself. Gods, she thinks her blood is starting to boil. Her fingers feel hot inside the metal talons protecting them, and all at once, the darkness around her goes quiet. She knows that unholy sound hasn’t relented, but now, her ears are consumed by the beating of her heart and the low growl that seems to rise from inside her chest.

I know you.

She’s fallen to one knee now, pushed against the concrete by the threat she cannot see. A trembling hand reaches for her throat, where a deep blue crystal begins to glow, burning hot despite the cool light it emits. The growling grows louder in her thoughts; and then, a dragon lets out its roar, and the Lady Dragoon feels her mind blank with its rage.

You know us.

I know you.

You will not join us this day.

I cannot fight it.

Fight it. Burn away the heresy.

The leathers in her gauntlets groan with the tightening of her grip. Gasping the stale air of the underground, she heaves herself to her feet once more, pushing against the crushing weight of enthrallment fighting to steal her consciousness. Her dark eyes lift heavensward, gazing into the light through the narrow slits in her helmet.

Leap.

Even without wings, she flies. And the cold light welcomes her return.

#elezen #ffxiv rp #ffxiv writing #rp writing #just dragoon things #what if your job stone actually spoke to you though #duskwight but Ishgardian #lady of rage #this is Lia

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ufohio · 3 months

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On Kaleidoscope World, we use prompts to inspire standalone science fiction and genre stories from our writers. In the context of our collaborative setting, we use these stories to populate a fictional magazine called—you guessed it!—Kaleidoscope World. However, as standalone writing prompts, they really could be used by anybody looking to create a thematic sci-fi story. Go wild! The prompts featured here include special Pride, Valentine's Day, and Black History Month topics. The full text of these will be under the cut for anyone needing it.

Theme: The Search for a Kaleidoscope World! Prompt: Heaven. Utopia. Home. These are the words that launch voyages and sink ships. If we knew with certainty the Kaleidoscope World existed, we never would have come this far in search of it. For the first issue of the city of Earth’s favorite vintage pulp science-fiction publication, write about travelers and pilgrims who seek the titular, mythical planetary paradise—or about the people who find it when they’re not looking. Theme: Over the Rainbow Planet Prompt: Somewhere over the rainbow is a world of peace, love, acceptance, pride, romance, mystery, fantasy, and adventure. For this special issue of Kaleidoscope World, include reoccurring LGBTQ+ color schemes in a story OR write a LGBTQ+ protagonist in a classic plot from any genre. Theme: Rocket Summer Prompt: In the opening chapter of Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles (1950), a rocket is launched in snowy January and creates so much warmth that winter is temporarily changed to summer in the nearby town: the ice melts, women shed their coats, and children go out to play in the streets. For the third issue of the city of Earth's favorite tales, write a story that takes place in a very hot climate or during this so-called "Rocket Summer." Theme: Fantastic Planet of Love Prompt: Love is a universal language—be you man, bug man, blob, or floating space jelly. Across the galaxy, all hearts speak, and though they can't always immediately understand the words, all creatures hear it. For this lovey-dovey issue of Kaleidoscope World, write about a couple (or more) from two (or more) different worlds and/or about aliens visiting a paradise planet on their honeymoon or honeymoon equivalent. Theme: Year on a Black Planet Prompt: Afrofuturism envisions the world of tomorrow through the lens of Black identity and history, combining science fiction and fantasy with themes of displacement, liberation, and diaspora. From P-Funk to Octavia Butler to Black Panther, Afrofuturism has been expanding American and global philosophy and imagination for years. For this special issue of Kaleidoscope World, imagine a dazzling African city in the far future, a planet influenced by African culture—or let yourself be inspired by examples of Afrofuturism in music and art.

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myrpvoid · 9 months

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The sun bled in real slow. Sunlight filtered by venetian blinds. Thin golden bands. Posters on the wall painted in pale gold light.

ACAB

Hack the Planet

Free Your Mind

A podcast about alien conspiracies droned on. Cover-ups. Men in black. Rockwell chorus about being watched. Dance-able paranoia, baby.

Obsession with secrets and the madness that can bring. The mundane eerie. No eldritch necessary. Knowing things for which there was never any unknowing.

He was awake. A lonely boy. Always called himself a boy. Always a boy. Fleeting thoughts about which Spice Girl he actually had the biggest crush on back in the day. Dial-up dreams. Late 90s.

Get up. Temptation to spark up a joint. Today he would do the world sober. There was an old clip of Tom Waits he thought of some times. Some kinda interview. He said that reality was for people who couldn't face drugs. Fuck. What did it mean to face drugs? What did it mean to face reality? Did he have whatever the hell it was to face either?

Coffee. Black as a g-man's suit. Check on the psilocybin mushrooms growing in his closet. Shower. Shower thoughts. Not a cold shower. He wasn't on that take a cold shower and be a superman psycho shit. Get dressed. Black hoodie. Black jeans. Lock up the apartment. Walk to work. The shop. His shop.

The neighborhood's scents. Cigarettes. Cheap wine. Sweat. Urine. Yeah. The normies bitched all the time about how you couldn't go downtown anymore. It seemed everything had gotten just a bit meaner and more savage. People got devoured by the cracks. The cracks kept getting bigger. Most normies wanted blood or so it seemed. All that broke his heart. He wasn't sure he could face all that either on drugs or off.

Shit. That was it. Any given day. Can you really fucking do this today? That's what drugs and gods and all that were made of at the end of the day, right? Maybe.

Walking along. Hands in pockets. He kept seeing something. Posters on utility poles. Same ones over and over. Not indie bands or absurdist humor.

Crosses.

Back to tradition.

. . . Real bad vibes. The worst kind.

Some group called the Aryan Vanguard had been pasting their propaganda in the 'hood. The fash. He hated the fash.

A quick look around. Fished out a pocket knife. Cut down one of the posters. Razor blades behind it. Bad vibes. Not good for a morning. He needed to chill but the fash made it hard. . .

He was the owner/operator of a small computer repair shop. The Tek Spot. Honest work for the IRS. He did okay for himself. He unlocked the door. Turned around the closed sign so it read open. He turned on the lights.

Open for business.

Another day. Face it.

#rp writing #twitter rp #dabasedpaul #yeah

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itraceswhenyoulie · 1 year

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Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: First Kill (TV 2022), First Kill - V. E. Schwab (Short Story) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Calliope Burns/Juliette Fairmont Characters: Juliette Fairmont, Calliope Burns (First Kill), Elinor Fairmont, Oliver Fairmont, Theo Burns (First Kill), Apollo Burns, Talia Burns, Jack Burns (First Kill), Margot Fairmont, Sebastian Fairmont, Ben Wheeler (First Kill) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Trauma, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Eventual Smut, will add tags with new chapters, Elinor is a sadistic bitch, Girls are aged up but still in school for reasons that will become clear in the fic, They love each other so much, Blood Drinking, Orgasm tasting, Vaginal Fingering, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Sorry prop bed and various other furniture, Jules is thirsty, And Cal is happy to help quench her thirst Summary:

While Cal is out hunting, she finds a beaten and battered Jules and despite their history, longs to comfort her. Toxic blood makes it impossible for them to touch and an even more toxic Elinor making a surprise appearance makes everything worse.

Post-canon, Cal and Jules run into each other on a hunt and are forced to deal with past traumas and face the love for each other that never left. Sidenote: They are aged up but still go to the same high school, for reasons that will be made clear throughout the fic. ;)

#Fic #calliette #first kill #my fears have come undone #It's complete #rp writing #Check out the epilogue #they are such dorks I love them #cal x jules #This is my second time writing smut in the first fic I ever wrote it

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okamirayne · 8 months

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Hey Rayne! Just wanted to drop in with an ask about writing. I'm curious if you have any unusual or uncommon advice about the writing process. I guess I'm looking for some suggestions that go beyond 'read lots' and 'just write', you know? Any experiences or methods you'd be happy to share would be great! No pressure though! I'm just curious. ^.^

Hey there, Anon!

Thanks for your ASK -- and for your patience with my delayed reply.

I'm curious if you have any unusual or uncommon advice about the writing process. I guess I'm looking for some suggestions that go beyond 'read lots' and 'just write', you know?

Wow. Ok. Before I throw some ideas out there, I gotta state the small caveat that: when it comes to writing advice, any experiences or methods I suggest are to be tried, tested, and either kept or thrown out according to how useful you find it. I don't think there's a one-size fits all -- which is kind of what the "read lots" and "just write" no-brainers possibly attempt to be? It's a very safe suggestion, right? Just read and write...there's no mention of ritual libations (using questionable and highly-flammable liquids) or moonlit sacrificial offerings to the ink-demon, Scribonian, that lurks at the bottomless well of Lost Writer's Tears...

Not that I do that... *sidesways look*

Seriously though. Experiences and methods that have helped me as a writer which aren't standard suggestions are:

fanfic writing (for developmental purposes and feedback)

And, believe it or not, RP. Roleplaying.

Ok...so when I say "roleplaying", I'm not talking about whip-me-whip-me games in Christian Grey's Red Room of pain (I mean, if you're into that and it inspires the inner eros and passionate writer in you, go for it -- whatever works, yeah?)

I'm talking about old-school RPing, which used to be done on link-based forums (with threads and replies) on some quiet little back-alley website, usually crafted by a dedicated fan; these 'threads' migrated occasionally onto chat platforms like AIM (Christ, I feel old).

Now, back when I was flexing my muse muscles with other writers who wanted to try out their OCs or just have fun with canon characters, it was often AIM where the 'stories' played out...and LiveJournal was the social media hangout.

It was a blast!

A regular OMG event back then. Especially when your co-writers would come up with a killer response...

I've never experienced anything quite like that when it came to exploring my characters...I mean, you're writing that shit in REAL TIME. You're responding AS your character, AS things unfold, with very little time to think/plot/plan in certain instances...I guess it's kind of like method acting...it forces you to be extremely present and very much in the character's skin.

Aah, I miss those days, as it's a helluva rush being able to transport yourself into a world that is unfolding as the other writer(s) respond. You have no idea what's going to happen, as you're not in control of the other writer's responses. And when you're writing action scenes or romance scenes, it's nail-biting. I used to love throwing twists in there, just for shit and giggles. It's also a co-creating experience and if the other writer/s are on your wavelength, it can be a fabulous method and experience of creative engagement when it comes to developing and exploring your characters -- or, if it's for a ficlet / fanfic purposes, it's cool for writing a joint fanfic with another writer.

Now, I have no idea if any such chat platforms exist for that kind of back-and-forth RPing...after AIM died and LiveJournal became a ghost town, I didn't come across anything quite like that -- that's not to say it doesn't exist somewhere else.

But, if you know a bunch of writers who are happy to start up an RP with you, there's an idea: writing in 'real-time' is the most intense and awesome way to do it, but not necessary - sometimes it might not even be practical if you live in different time zones. Either way, RPing, like fanfic writing, is a cool way to explore characters -- for me, it was super-awesome, as I'm insanely character-centric in my creative process...that's not the same for everyone. So do what works for you and your process.

I'm not sure if those two suggestions are helpful?? I mean, you could always try the ritual sacrifice and blind-drunk writing route, if all else fails. I joke, I seriously joke.

My grim humour aside, whatever tickles you, DO THAT THING. So long as you're not harming yourself or others -- I mean that quite seriously, as writers can get into godawful, stupid habits when it comes to their practice. My RPing days regularly ended up with me and insomnia doing the dirty tango at Stupid O'Clock due to syncing up time zones with other writers -- it became a bad 'I'm-invincible-(the fuck you are)" habit I took into my later writing practice that did some hardline damage that I still struggle with. So yeah, if that singularly self-inflicted part of my burnout has taught me anything, it's that self-care has gotta come first, even if you have to pause your writing in the middle of an intensely fabulous scene. Makes for good stuff to come back to the next time. Does that count as advice?? Serve as a cautionary tale?? Both??

Ok, Anon, I've waffled on. I hope there's something of use here in my ramblings. I wish you every success and joy in exploring whatever ideas and methods tickle your inner writer. Feel free to let me know what's worked for you as you embark!

All the best, sweetie. Thanks for this interesting ASK! x

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safrona-shadowsun · 11 months

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Mar looked down to the tacup in her freckled hands that was warm, even hot, a piece f cole in her freezing hands. "I don´t think tht I will return to the Arathihighlands. In my mind that man who calls himnself a Trollbane is still a Usurpátor and not chosen by the Ting." She looked up, a frown drawing a long line between her thick eyebrows: "My apologize. I drink your tea and only talk about my own problems. You sure have your own thoughts more important, Milady."

Teatime Tuesday

Eyes fixed on the half orc's hands as she struggled to warm them with the tiny, clay-sculpted cup of tea, Safrona let a wry smile take her lips in understanding of the confession. Fingers toying with the lid of the sugar vessel, the void elf returned it gently to the accompanying teaset that dominated the booth table between them.

"I think home is best when you are carving it out on your own, and not at the whim of someone's war. Of course, someone somewhere likes to lay a claim to every piece of land." Safrona shrugged as she let her eyes light around her Sojourn, the well-loved Pandarian establishment that housed them now. "But I think I have done well for myself. Though it has taken some years to find my own place, and have it feel that it is mine."

Safrona smirked at the little teacup that Mar tried to evoke heat from. "But I also think that there are better ways to heat yourself than with flavored water. You might take a room here, yes? You can steep yourself in a private bath here for an hour or so, if you like."

{ @shuuhuu / @halforc-mercenary }

#took me a minute but here you go!#Halforc Mercenary #rp writing #warcraft IC

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bifuriouswaterbender · 1 year

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Banity, 69

Send me a ship (or fandom) and a number between 1 & 100, and I’ll use my Spotify Wrapped as fic inspo

Paradise - MEDUZA and Dermot Kennedy

Note for random readers: This is based on a very specific version of Edgar Bones and Emma Vanity from the Recreancy rp that closed this fall.

“This is a bad idea,” Amelia advises, pursing her lips at him.

“You know I don’t actually remember asking your opinion,” Edgar replied as he finished buttoning his shirt. It had been hanging open when Amelia had arrived. Emma had been on his lap too.

He glanced toward the floo, already itching to make sure she’d gotten home all right.

“Choosing to forgive her is one thing. Trusting her to jump into bed again is quite another.”

Edgar rolled his eyes. “I’ll be fine, Mom.”

“Fine, be a smartass.” Amelia threw her hands up with an exasperated sigh. “You know as well as I do that if Mom even had the slightest idea what was going on, she would hate that woman on sight.”

“Yeah, but you can’t tell her. The Order’s worth more than you trying to keep me from making my own choices. I’m an adult. I am just fine to make my own decisions. If that means hooking up with my ex, that’s my business.”

“Your ex?” Amelia snorted. “Oh, that’s a rich way to describe… whatever is going on there.”

Spying, betrayal, and slow healing aside, Edgar thought the title was fine.

He knew Amelia was right. Emma and Edgar couldn’t even talk the way they’d done previously. They’d always been flirty, light-hearted, full of teasing. Now they could barely look at each other without stepping into an emotional minefield.

But kissing didn’t require talking. Neither did falling into bed together. Never mind that Emma felt a thousand miles away until he pulled her into his arms. When they came together, things felt right again.

At first, Edgar tried to put up boundaries.

“Can I stay tonight?” Emma sounded so small, and she looked at him with those big eyes. All that pureblood princess charm but she made it look so earnest.

“Of course.” He leaned down to kiss her gently as he pulled her closer in his arms.

Then he started handing her his shirts in the morning. He curled around her as she made breakfast. He pulled her close to listen to the radio.

In the moments they didn’t have to speak, it was like nothing had changed.

Maybe he was a fool, but Edgar chased those moments.

#rp writing #banity #my writing

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