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sometipsygnostalgic · 7 months

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"Why is Alola so hated?"

Someone asked this question on Reddit.

The original post:

"Other than too much dialogue what is the worst thing about Alola. Alola is my favorite Pokémon games and region for a multitude of reasons but all I hear about it is that it has too much dialogue. I can understand that but later titles have just as much dialogue especially in the beginning portions of the game. So why is such an issue in these games than any other in the series. Also you thought the GD games were dark, the Aether Family are very dark concept if you want to look into them. Anyways back on topic, why are Alola considered the worst games besides the dialogue of course"

I thought about this question and I ended up writing a lengthy reply, see below. For context I should mention that Sun and Moon were my favourite mainline stories:

"So everyone is mentioning USUM, but since I was around for the launch of the games, I may as well throw my hat into the ring and explain what went wrong:

Everyone was really excited for the games to come out, but there was generally something missing from them. Promotional material was overly vague.

When the original Sun and Moon came out they had the following issues:

The story was very handholdy. I am a GREAT FAN of the story mode, but I have never replayed these games because they are basically visual novels. If you were a Nuzlocker, someone who wanted to replay Pokemon games, or if you didn't like the story, then these versions would automatically become your least favourite because of how long it takes to reach each milestone. It's also easier than a lot of prior games, not as easy as Gen 6 or 8 but up there.

While the region is IMO one of the most cohesive, it's also one of the least expansive. The Alola Region is fucking tiny. There's not nearly as many side things to do as in generations 4 and 5, and the new things they put into the Alola games were a lot less fun gimmick-wise. I like that they abandon the grid system, it needed to go, but Pokemon team don't seem to work well in 3d.

The online multiplayer was total ass. Of course, the online only got WORSE From here on out. How you get worse than Festival Plaza is beyond me, but I think Gen 7 is definitely when Pokemon jumped from having the BEST multiplayer system on Nintendo systems in generation 6 to one of the worst. Personally I was also disappointed the Festival Plaza wasn't a bit more like the Wifi Plaza, which was already a broken terrible mess but at least had some minigames. It seemed to take the wrong inspiration from Wifi Plaza, and tragically Pokemon only went downhill with online compatibility after. Because while technically the online is more fun in gen 8 and 9, it doesn't work.

The games leaked before they came out. Everyone saw concept art of the starters' final evolutions and they were SO MAD that Litten became bipedal. But there were very few surprises in Sun and Moon for people who prowled the reddit, who also seemed to be the least excited about the games.

However, what I don't think you understand is how much LOVE they had. Of all the pokemon games I've been around for the release of, I think Sun and Moon were most unanimously loved. Everyone was talking about the story, and the incredible new designs of the alola pokemon, and yeah they were having a lot of trouble playing online, but people persisted.

When Ultra Sun and Moon came out, people were veeeeery disappointed for three key reasons:

This was a dual release "third version" instead of a sequel. Again, everyone LOVED the story of the original games, by this point it felt that the "third version" idea was dated, and people wanted a damn sequel with their favourite characters! I think BW2 set a very high bar for what the Pokemon team could offer, and unfortunately I don't think they ever met that bar again after they started making 3d games.

It was on the 3DS instead of the Switch. I was NEVER expecting USUM to be Switch games, I knew Pokemon team were not ready for Switch, but for some reason people expected Pokemon Stars to be a Switch game. Everyone was reaaaaally excited for Pokemon Switch after the console launched, but Pokemon has always belonged on the DS, and I felt it had more potential for growth on that console before moving up on the chain. Of course, after the negative reaction to USUM and the begging for Pokemon Switch, Game Freak HAD to start development on Let's Go and Sw/Sh.

The things they'd added into the game were not as impressive as the other Third Versions. Pokemon Emerald and Pokemon Platinum were objective improvements from the original, though I have some things to say about Emerald's pacing. I like the minigames from Ultra, I fell SO in love with the Camera mode!!! Spent so much time fucking around in it and still have a folder in my computer to this day. HOWEVER, the people still yearn for a Battle Frontier! The Battle Factory they put in USUM seems to be based on community, which was already a pain in the ass, and as you know, it's now impossible to play online with others, so RIP to that as well. I like the changes to the Battle Tree, I love Rainbow Rocket, but while Platinum and Emerald were NECESSARY IMPROVEMENTS from the ground up, USUM only improved some of the battles and held down everything else with more, worse cutscenes.

The story was much worse than the original, choosing to cut and change content instead of improve upon what was there. The story of Platinum and Emerald doesn't come across as worse than DP and RS, but EVERYONE thinks the story for USUM is a downgrade. The reason for this is because if Lillie was the true protagonist of the games originally, the Ultra versions tried to cut her down, but only for a couple of her most important scenes. She and Lusamine basically have every scene intact except for their most important, climactic moments. It's like if instead of BW2, they made Pokemon Grey but it was split in half, and instead of being an evil fucko gunning for world domination, Ghetsis was trying to use the power of the two Dragons to stop Kyurem from freezing the world, except he still abused pokemon, and he still abused N from childhood, and N never showed up to become champion and N never realised the truth of pokemon or turned against his father. How terrible would that be?

No remakes or anything special at the end of the gen. For the past few generations we'd either had remakes or sequels, but Gen 7 released USUM and Let's Go. It's debatable whether the Lets Go games are part of gen 7, but I wouldn't consider them remakes the same way that HGSS or ORAS are, and they are CERTAINLY not a favourite with a hardcore Pokemon audience. At least Gen 8/9 had decent DLC and Legends Arceus as a halfhearted apology note, but unfortunately there was no swan song at the end of Generation 7.

I think ultimately that's what made people go from "Gen 7 could be the best yet" to "Gen 7 bad". The launch was very strong, but the followup was the poorest out of almost any gen.

My personal opinion of USUM is it is one of the best pokemon games for general battles, I think it would be a lot more fun to nuzlocke than the original Sun and Moon, but there's a lot of better pokemon games to replay than USUM, especially if you're taking modded into account. I think sun and moon were the most immersive out of the games I've played, at the very least because it had improvements like trainer models in battles without the uncanny as hell stuff you got in the next two gens. I remember the games fondly, even if I do feel bitter about the story changes."

I thought this reply was worth sharing on this blog. I put a lot of effort into it.

#pokemon #pokemon sun and moon #smusum #do they call it smusum

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suffcring · 5 months

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My blog is ______

Open to all

Semi-selective

Selective

Moderately Selective

Highly selective

Exclusive

Only going to RP with mutuals

Mostly going to RP with mutuals

Indie

Affiliated with a group

Spoilers free

Spoilers tagged

Spoilers mostly tagged

I will RP with ______

Any fandom

Most fandoms

Only fandoms I know

Mostly fandoms I know

Only people in my fandom

OCs

OCs with no fandom ties

OCs who are related to/know my character in their backstory

Only one version of any particular character

People who have the same muse as me

People who do not have a rules page

Multimuse blogs

People in RP groups

Indie RPers

When RPing, I like to use _______

Paragraphs

Shorter forms of text

*Action*

Icons

Gifs

Gif icons

Formatted text (I like to use the kind of formatting you might find in a novel -- italics, indents, etc but I have a hard time with underlines, some text big some little, etc)

Whatever my partner is using

My own style regardless of my partner’s reply

I will ship with _______

No one

Anyone

Chemistry

Select ships

OCs

Others of my own muse (not as in selfcest, but in that I am a multi muse and therefore have other muses to offer up)

Crossovers with characters from different fandoms

Only one version of a particular character (I generally don't go past 2, maybe 3 if someone is very inactive)

One person in my main verse

Multiship, all ships independent of each other & main ship

One main/canon ship within my main verse

My blog WILL contain ______ in it’s content

Fluff

Light fluff

Angst

Gore

Violence

Smut

Blood

Torture

Shipping

Death

Dark humor

Cheating

Assault

I will follow ______ back

Everyone

Only some people

Most people

Only people in my fandom

Every RP blog

Only people I actively wish to RP with

People who do not post a lot of OOC

People whose posts I am comfortable with on my dashboard

Only people who sent in my rules password

To RP with me, you should _______

Follow back

Read my rules

Answer an open

Message me OOC

Message me IC

Make a starter

Answer my starter

Send in a meme

Like a starter call

Plot with me

Other:

I practice reblog karma with memes

I expect reblog karma with memes (if you don't send one, reblog from the source)

I always read the rules/about before following/interacting

If you follow me, I would like my triggers tagged

I expect all smut to be tagged along with the adult filter on, but I do not use readmores as it's overly redundant at that point (the adult filter has been connected to shadowbanning blogs, so please do not click it on with our rps thanks)

I am multi-muse

I do not wish for my OOC posts to be reblogged

I do not wish for my threads to be reblogged by those not involved

I expect post length effort to be matched (largely this isn't an issue except for extreme examples)

I expect icons/gifs to be used in a reply if I have used them

I don’t expect post length to be matched, but I will try to match your own.

I am patient when waiting for replies and expect the same courtesy. (to a point)

stolen from @southern-belle-outcasts

#ooc

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the-raven-dhampir · 2 years

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Current Status:

Indefinite RP hiatus

(I'm randomly around to scroll and reblog sh*t that gives me vibes. If you want to write with me, I'd be happy to share my Discord!)

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So... where were we?

Curious?

GUIDELINES

#1: Before interacting, please consider that Raven is not a nice character. He is cold, depressed, self-centered, sadistic and pathologically Narcissist. Dark themes, smut and angst will be constantly present too.

#2: I'm not my Muse. Please read several times and let it sink in! Just come and talk to me, I strongly encourage that! Also, feel free to reblog memes from me - I consider us players as a small community here, let's help each other! 🖤

#3: Both Mun and Muse must be 21+. Please, take this seriously.

#4: Open to NON Mutuals. If you are passing by and feel inspired, PLEASE interact with me. NO, you won't bother me.

#5: Multi-para/novels strongly preferred. You don't need to match my lenght, but if you leave all the plotting to me, I lose interest very fast.

#6: If you want to god-mod, please talk to me about it first. Raven is highly unpredictable and I like to keep it this way.

#7: I'm not an English native speaker and I may be slow with replies, I have a full time job and a family. Tumblr is a hobby to me. Also, I am on my phone 99% of time, so don't expect fancy formatting.

#8: If you want to interact, just do it! Send me a starter, meme, anything! Please avoid DM over and over with "Let's play." messages, just throw one of your Muses at Raven.

#9: I usually prefer going with the flow, I find it much funnier, but I’m eager to plot together.

#10: This blog is absolutely ANTI JKR and a safe place for everyone, except racists, bigots, incels… In short: bring your hate somewhere else.

#11: At the moment, I prefer playing on Tumblr, I find it a better ice-breaker. But feel free to ask me for my Discord.

#12: Let your fantasy run free!

MUSE

[Name] Raven du Rêvenoir.

[Age] 200+ (Mid 30s look) - Will vary according to AU

[Species] Dhampir (part human/part vampire)

[Family] Child of a Wallachian vampire (alive) and a French pure-blood noblewoman (deceased).

[Alignment] Chaotic Neutral

[Face claim] Tom Sturridge as Dream of the Endless

[Height] 185 cm

[Weight] 80 kg

[Sexual preferences] Pansexual; men leaning

[Dom/Sub] Switch

[Bottom/Top] Both

[3 positive traits] Caring, generous, creative

[3 negative traits] Depressed, selfish, narcissist

DHAMPIR FEATURES

Not immortal, but aging very slowly.

Mildly pronounced fangs.

Pale skin, always cold to the touch.

Occasional blood feeder, almost only for pure fun.

Can survive without blood and solely on food like humans.

Daywalker, but shade preferred.

WIZARD FEATURES

[Wand] Larch with a Phoenix core. Eleven and Three Quarters. Flexible.

[School] Hogwarts

[Hogwarts House] Ravenclaw

[Patronus] Cat

BACK STORY

Born from a Wallachian Vampire and a French noblewoman, Raven was raised by both his parents in his father’s mansion, and he received a Patrician landlord title from his father. When he was eight, his Mother got murdered for “alleged witchcraft” by the rough justice of the local peasants.

Right after his mother died, his father became emotionally detached from him, till he got sent to his mother’s house in France.

Adopted by his grandfather, whose pure bloodline dates centuries back, he was sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England under a false identity to elude the 'Magical Being' laws in force in France, where it was extremely hard for part humans to get jobs, receive proper education, proper medical care or any sort of justice.

Sorted into the Ravenclaw house, he was an average student awfully fascinated by the power a broad knowledge could bring - and by Dark Arts as well.

Before dying, his grandfather named him heir of the large majority of the family fortune, seeing in a nearly-immortal grandchild the possibility to keep the family assets intact.

After his Hogwarts years, his family's wealthy background allows him to travel around the world, and study the arts of Magic from some of the greatest modern wizards.

He was forced to change identities many times to escape the great deal of prejudice against "Half-Breeds", and he rarely remained in the same place for more than a decade.

PRESENT

Once back in the western world, he chose the name Raven to honor the founder of his Hogwarts House, whom he always felt very close to.

After years and decades of being told and believing he was an "inferior", an "abomination", a "half-breed", Raven developed an ultimate love for himself as a kind of self-defense mechanism. He seeks to be perfect and flawless to the limit of pathetic.

His wealthy family’s background allows him to dedicate himself to his hobbies and deviations without any concern.

He can be stubborn with quite a childish attitude towards his "preys" and he considers "preys" anyone he can get something from: knowledge, blood, bare good company.

Raven has been taught to keep his true nature secret and will not disclose it until necessary. Same goes with his native name or his family of origin: some secrets are meant to be kept.

MUN

Mun is 30+ and my pronouns are She/Her.

Raven is a character I've created for a 30k-word FB3 fanfiction that will never see the light. Since I've traced his personality very well in my mind, why not try role-playing with him?

I've role-played for years as several fantasy characters (elves and vampires mainly).

I’m also a visual artist, which basically means I have a lot of fun with Photoshop. Most (or even all) of the very simple edits you see here will be done by me.

I'm a very easy-going and open-minded person. Feel free to drop a message anytime, both for role playing and not!

#dhampir #magic #rp rules #must read before interacting #vampire #roleplay #Hp roleplay #Harry Potter roleplay #Hp rp #vampire rp #Updated: 31st July 2023

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turojo · 1 year

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General RP style and preferencesRepost, don’t reblog.

Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like with a *

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐏 & 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

| Wing it | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs |

Plotting really comes once the characters are properly introduced. Though if you have a clear idea of what you'd like then feel free to DM me. Not to say I hate plotting but most of the time its just us starring at each other blankly oop-

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑

I just reaaally like to type a lot but don't feel the need to follow suit! At the same time please don't give me one liners in return either : [ One liners are more for crack or quick dash ic moments.

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 & 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

But always if you're jiving for a particular thread and want it right away!! Lemme know! I know how it feels to be excited for a certain thread or a plot!

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

| I don’t do these ships (specify reason if you would like) | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (Mutuals and friends only) | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff |

All they really need is some chemistry, a little bit of discussion of why a and b go well together and some interactions! I'm medium? paced with ships depending mostly on muse so always feel free to ask ahead and no need to be shy, I quite like it! And remember across my blogs on multi single ship meaning I only ship with one of a muse and want that reciprocated.

I dont do slow burn, sorry, Im really busy and unless there's a plotted timeline in order Im p bad in keeping track or keeping progress 🧍‍♀️

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

| I do NOT do smut at all (this muse is a minor!) | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here) | I mainly only do asks relating to nfw headcanons on Sundays | I write it a medium amount | I write it all the time and love to | 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 [ GMT+5 ;; North America ]

I work really late into the night because of my job so it's definetly evening based, weh

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (ask calls) | I don’t do calls, but always fee free to ask me for one! | I do starter calls rarely/regularly/often |

Though the fastest way to interact with me is through memes or quick plot of their relationship or idea. 𝐀𝐔𝐬

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) |

Once I get ideas for an AU anyways! But do read up on the AU once they're available in the about sections, some are private for only a few mutuals.

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

| I don’t do crossovers | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I love crossovers! |

I love the idea of crossovers of two different medias meeting without one neccessarily having an AU counterpart for the other! It's cool to explore! That being said I prefer crossovers only with fandoms or media I'm familiar with or can gleam from an about section.

#ooc. » .001 ✦#memes. » .011 ✦#stolen from the dash yeh

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blossomingbellflower · 2 years

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: Kalisto/Kali/Kiki/Mari/Pocky

PRONOUNS: she / her / hers

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: tagged posts/tags or disco. I sometimes don’t see IMs.

NAME OF MUSE(S): Hisana Kuchiki [low activity] Koga Kuchiki [inactive] Jaken[inactive], Inukimi, Mari [OC--active on disco], Kikyou, Tomoe Yukishiro

RP EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): years >.>

BEST EXPERIENCE: In general, I tend to lose a lot of my ship partners due to deleting, falling out, losing their muses etc. I lose more than I retain. However, there are some that are still around and actively reply often or make art of our muses --it gets me all soft in the feels. I appreciate them very much ;u;.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: I have no problem making starters etc but if I am doing all the reaching out after we’ve known each other for so long or I get very little to work with in the threads time after time, I’d get frustrated. It would indicate there is no interest. Rping is a two way street full of communication and effort on both parties. Another would be metagaming and responding to things that a character should not know. Or changing the character so drastically in a super short space of time that it is unrealistic or does not make sense, especially if unplotted. It is forcing it and takes away from actual development, character bonding and growth. God modding and meta gaming can happen sometimes unintentionally, which is fair. But continuously god modding or meta gaming can be a turn off.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: All three is fine with me. Sometimes my muses chooses violence..sometimes they want fluff which can lead to smut but not always. It depends on the muse, the strength of their relationship to the other and the mun of the other.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I like to say short replies especially when muse and mood is low but somehow it turns into a novel. If my muse is high then it’s all good but lmao I aim to do short or small things and it turns into essays.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: usually the night or when I am super motivated/have muse. Lately muses have been on the low, low end.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): maybe in one or two ways? They are clearly more diligent, disciplined, determined, gorgeous and lovable. I am just a potato who potates.

Stole it from a banana: @hirako5hinji

Tagging: @fangsofdestruction @theunknownmasks @incandescentreinvention @crownlcsking @orecrowned @queenharumiura @blaschoice & whoever else c:

#||Kali speaks||#||brokenq quiver: ooc||#||mun things||

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bigmouthgenius · 10 days

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Rules

(((copied from my other blog because it's pretty much the same here)))

Adults only. No exceptions. I’m old, tired and done filtering myself.

Memes welcome.

No god modding.

Plot with me before big starters.

Multiships can and will happen here. Each ship has its own verse. My muses aren't cheaters.

This is not my main blog so I’ll be following you from a different name.

It costs nothing dollars to be as nice as you want to be treated.

Following me just for smut will land you in horny jail 4eva. Don’t do that.

Smut is extremely exclusive. I don’t want the headache of only getting smut interactions, for this I won’t post open smut memes or starters. But well written threads could have moments of smut occur.

Fades, morning after, mentions and the like are okay.

Hard no's for me include forced/non con, self/incest, ABO/breeding, underage/barely legal, beast/fury/animal play, brainwashing, foot play, bodily waste, torture, mpreg. I most likely will not follow back or respond to DMs from blogs that write these things and will just block immediately if it's the first thing I see when I look at the blog.

Fluff, angst, action, thriller, horror, suspense, all welcome.

I like interactions OOC, and I will bombard you with weird anons. Prepare yourself.

Semi selective. Canon interactions ADORED but not required. GoW is a rarely rp'ed fandom. Bring me your other muses.

OC’s must get established through first time interaction RP’s. I can’t write things I know nothing about.

I won't do threads where there is preestablished history between my muses and OC's no matter how many drabbles and backstories are written. I'm not changing my canons and backstories to do that.

Anyone can answer my opens without having met the muses first, OC’s too. Please be sure to include exposition to get our muses acquainted if you're an OC

Replies under 10 words long will get dropped because I need MEAT to eat.

I don't expect length to be matched but please don't reply to a whole paragraph or more with only one or two lines. It makes me not want to continue the thread.

Dark RP’s for anything non sexual. Gears is considered a horror sci-fi shooter inspired by Resident Evil. I won't tone down the theme of the swarm looking grotesque and leaving trails of blood in their wake. The game is full of lifeless bodies left in the places where they died, demolished buildings, dirty makeshift encampments and political unrest. If any of this bothers you, please keep yourself safe and sane and don't role play here. Try my other blogs for a tamer RP experience.

The way I play might change over time as I read the novels, if i ever do lol.

I’m busy most days, but I still like being here to flex my imagination and have fun.

Please peek at my opens tag for OC friendly stuff.

If you’re not a role-player or a fic writer, please do not comment on or reblog my rp posts. ANY OF THEM.

If you see an image set you like on my blog, share from the original poster. The ONLY exception is when I post my own original image set.

A post about my day, or my mood accompanied by an icon is NOT a photoset. Don’t reblog my personal notes. I’ll soft block you. Those are for my friends/followers that want an update on me as a human. Not for your themed aesthetics blog.

I’m a single parent. I play the role of mom and dad everyday. It’s my job to discipline and nurture. Because of this I’m not very excited about the idea of roleplaying dad verses. Sorry. I know a lot of people want parent verses, but like I said my energy for that goes towards being an actual parent.

I will however interact with JD as Marcus because when we meet him he's grown and takes care of himself. Bring on the Fenix men kicking ass together.

#rules

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vanillahub · 9 months

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General RP style and preferences

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like. Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

Types of RP / How I do threads

Plotting Preferences

| Wing it* | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs |

* = Only at the start, at some point we will have to get plotting if we wish to go further with our interactions/muses.

Type of threads I do / Prefer

* = only for crack/dash shenanigans

Reply Speed for Threads & Consistency & Keeping threads

* = I dump the majority of my replies in the queue. I use threads tracker, to help me manage what I've across all my blogs. I tend to be quick to get to replies, then I use the queue system to space them out, this way me and my partner can manage it properly.

On discord things are a bit different, seeing how there isn't a queue system. I'm not a particularly fast replier, and I hate feeling like I have to rush to put out replies. Which means, I really won't bother my partners to respond to threads, I want things to be pretty chill for us when RPing there.

Romantic or sexual ships

| I don’t do these ships (specify reason if you would like)* | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (specify reason if you’d like) | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask!** | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff or smut |

* = Each one of my muses about docs/pages has a Ship bias and "ships I won't write" section (they range from things that make me way too uncomfortable to write, to straight up NOTPs). I have 3 side-blogs in different fandoms, I won't be listing them here lol ** = I love shipping, but I NEED plotting/discussions. Even for ships I’m biased to and enjoy, I’m strongly against the idea of “collecting” ships. I want every verse to receive the same amount of attention/development, it deserves.

Smut

| I do NOT do smut at all (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here*) | I mainly only do asks relating to the subject on Sundays | I I enjoy writing it |

* = I have a smut blog and can write it on Discord! With that said, I’ve been prefering to do it on Discord.

Active hours [Specify Timezone, if you’d like]

Brazilian timezone: UTC -3. That's all you need to know lol

Activity Schedule

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity (specify if there’s a certain time you have school/work/etc. off that you are most active) | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time |

Starters

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (specify) | I don’t do calls, but always fee free to ask me for one!* I do starter calls rarely/regularly/often |

* = I haven’t had much luck with those kinds of calls, as such I prefer sending prompts or liking others calls (whenever I can).

AUs

Check out my muses about docs/pages, I list my AUs there!

Crossovers

| I don’t do crossovers (specify reason if you’d like)* | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like)* | I love crossovers! |

* = OKAY SO, I'm going to be bluntly honest. I'm VERY selective with crossovers, it's nothing personal. I just like being well familiarized with both fandoms I'll be doing the crossover. And even then, there are certain franchises, where I feel like a crossover just wouldn't be able to happen (that's why I never bothered to do a pokemon AU for my SW muses, or vice versa. Or even why I have no desire to make pokemon or SW verses for my Saint Seiya muses.). This sentiment only worsens, with franchises I know nothing about (my brain makes me feel like I should, in the very least, know one or two things about the other series. Even if the mun reassures me, that's not necessary for an interaction). In the end, I just want to do something that is fun, for both of us. **= The communities I outright refuse to follow/interact with are: Undertale, MLP, FNaF, Homestuck, Genshim Impact, League of Legends (this includes the spin-offs), Friday night Funkin', Disney, Marvel (especially the MCU) historical and real person fiction. Most well known series: YGO [season 0 & DM], Saint Seiya [classic], Star wars, Pokemon, Castlevania, Sonic and Tekken!

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dayslily · 11 months

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hey, so I’m not sure if this is going to make sense but in the last year that I’ve been in exclusively discord rps I’ve noticed that no one actually writes anything out or does any interactions outside of text message threads. People will post like summaries of something that was supposed to have happened in a channel sometimes, or reference it in a text message thread without really giving context. It’s kind of frustrating because I joined an rp group to write with people in the group & read threads they’ve written. Another thing, it seems like the members of the current group I’m in think that it’s a novel concept to read each others threads — which is confusing to me bc I thought we were suppose to do that? Idk if you can give any sort of advice on how to approach this lack of writing thing with admins so we can actually get things happening in the group but I would appreciate any help you give. Thanks & have a great day.

hiii dw this made sense to me!! i think text-style threads are common because they're easy to reply to throughout a busy day. even in my group, u will see texts more than paras. some months we have 12k word count 4 threads & some months we have no word count at all!! para-style threads seem to be reserved for special occasions or just when we have lots of free time! idk about ur current group thinking it's odd to read others threads ... that's such common practice 4 my group we even highlight our favorite parts of each others threads, texts or para. members are still being active (just through text threads), so i don't think the admins would be able to do anything. and if they're providing summaries and plotting things that did happen, it seems to me that things are still happening in the group. unless the group was promo'd as para-heavy then i don't think it would be exactly fair to ask everyone else to change their rp style in favor of your preferences - the group you're in may not be for you and that's totally okay!! if you really like the group and would prefer giving it another shot, you could try initiating threads -- posting starter calls, dming ooc to see if they wanna turn a text thread into a thread, etc. you could even ask to do one-liner threads to 'ease' into threading and maybe it would get more exciting as u go on!! sorry if i rambled a lot but i hope this can help a little!!

#rph #rpt

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babineni · 2 years

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“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

For the fluff starters!!!!

Thank you sm 💖 have some pure, saturated Aloth x Watcher cheese

About 950 words long

Gaura felt nostalgic in the most comfortable way, one afternoon when she and Aloth were quietly working in her cabin aboard the Defiant. The Watcher was reading crew reports on her bed while the wizard was trying to decipher some of his notes about the Leaden Key using Gaura's journals about the Engwithan language. She could only see his back and his dark, silky hair flowing down his shoulders. It was a sight she hasn't seen quite like this in a while but it still had the same effect on her.

Five years before the two of them often worked beside one another back in Caed Nua's library. Sometimes the work turned into conversation, sometimes they merely lingered in each other's presence, serving as both inspiration and distraction to each other. At the time, Gaura aimed to learn as fast and as much about Dyrwoodan laws and politics as she could. Aloth usually read about theories of wizardry while he was around her, but sometimes the Watcher caught him reading poetry books, dramas and even romance novels covered by those serious and complex looking tomes. And yet he still looked as focused on those works as he usually was when he was trying to figure out a complicated scheme or a perplexing riddle. Gaura used to reach out towards him and tug lightly at the metal ring holding one of his dark locks, then ask if she could braid his hair - her way of taking a break, she would say. Aloth never said no, but he was always reluctant to agree. And her braid always turned out rather ugly.

In her reminiscence, the Watcher found herself setting aside the reports and making her way to Aloth by the desk. She ran her fingers through his black strands, sending a slight tremor through the wizard's body. The quill in his hand wavered slightly.

'Gaura?' Aloth called out to her without turning around, gripping the quill tighter. 'Is there something you need?'

'Do you remember those days back in Caed Nua,' the Watcher spoke, caressing his hair, 'when I took a break by braiding your hair?'

The wizard laughed awkwardly, as a response. 'How could I forget? It was the worst kind of distraction I could've asked for,' he sighed with fake resignation.

'You know, I only ever did that when I caught you slacking,' Gaura separated three locks of hair on the top of Aloth's head and started weaving them into a tight little braid. 'Unless you mean to tell me, arcane theory and Aedyran love poetry reads the same,' the braid grew thicker as she continued adding more and more strands to it. She glimpsed goosebumps forming on the wizard's shoulders.

'You... You noticed those,' he cleared his throat. 'Well, as you can see, that is not what I'm reading right now and... Gods, do you have any idea how distracting you are?'

'Shhh, stop fussing. I'm only braiding your hair.'

Aloth groaned and put down the quill in defeat. He raised a hand to his forehead, then it slid along his face, before it dropped into his lap. The wizard then sighed and leaned back in his seat, letting the Watcher do away with him as she pleased.

'I feel like there is something I should tell you,' he said, his lips curling to a faint and wistful smile.

'Well, don't leave me in suspense. Anything that has you smiling like that must be good,' Gaura replied flashing an adoring smile back at him, even though he couldn't see it.

Aloth chuckled a little uncomfortably. 'You see... Those romance books and you playing with my hair... used to put me in quite the daze back then.'

'Oh?' Gaura's hair fluttered in interest.

'It gave me... ideas, foolish daydreams,' the tip of Aloth's ears turned red. 'That Iselmyr often took to tease me about... How fond I was of you, even back then.'

Gaura's heart skipped a beat. She tried to regain composure focusing on the movement of her hands but she couldn't supress the smile spreading on her face.

'What kind of daydreams?'

'Usually they involved... ' the wizard's blush took a darker shade, 'being kissed against a bookshelf.' He cleared his throat. 'I hope you understand why I considered your breaks most distracting.'

'Why, I'm glad you told me,' she left a peck on his blushing ear, careful not to singe his hair, 'but that leaves one question: do you still daydream like that?'

Aloth laughed a little awkwardly but all the more adoringly. 'Every time I pick up a romance novel, or I read a nice poem. I used to feel that way about plays too but that troupe on Dunnage ruined the magic of that art form for me.'

'Aw, I was planning on taking you to one of their performances for date night.'

'Very funny,' the wizard's grumpy response got the Watcher laughing, which proved to be contagious.

'Well, on a more serious note, I have a confession too,' Gaura shook her head how nervous she suddenly felt. 'I, too, liked you a lot even back then,' she chuckled at herself. 'You smiled at me once and I never stopped wanting to see you smile again since.'

Hearing that, Aloth shuffled in his seat until he could look up at Gaura comfortably. He reached for one of her hands, and guided it to his lips, then once his kiss landed on her palm, he pressed it against his cheek and smiled up at her. The Watcher in turn, leaned down and claimed his lips as best as she could.

'Sorry for the lack of bookshelves,' she joked as she pulled away. She reluctantly returned to her work but couldn't stop glancing at the wizard by her desk, and an ugly black braid flowing down his back.

#pillars of eternity #aloth x watcher #aloth corfiser #oc fic: gaura #Wrytinge™#gaura sélfolgh

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spyvstailor · 3 years

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Okay. She didn't ask for it, but I'm forcing it on her because I'm in a writing mood and taking a break from my novel. So here's a little Scarecrow/Firefly thing for @acapelladitty. You can read it as a companion piece to this oneshot.

There was the scent of smoke. Dark, mysterious, and thick in the air.

Scarecrow smelled him before he caught sight of the man, leaning against a streetlight, hand raised to his mouth, lips wrapped around the filter of a cigarette.

It was Halloween, both men wearing costumes. Tricks without the treats were on the schedule for the night.

"Did you bring it?" Crane demanded, snapping at the man as he joined him under the orange glow of the street light.

Gotham City seemed to illuminate beautifully at night. Not the rural beauty of a starlit night, but the glistening dew on the pavement sparkled like carelessly strewn glitter cast off by the careless hand of a child.

There were no stars in the city, not with all the light pollution, and it gave the urban centre a desolate, lonely feeling sometimes deep in the night when only the street lights and the glitter comforted you.

Firefly dropped his cigarette and stamped it out. He was a criminal, an arson, littering was the least of his worries. He dropped the black duffle bag he had with him to the ground and knelt to dig around in it.

Crane eyed the man's broad shoulders as he hovered over him, the leather biker jacket did nothing to hide Firefly's wide shoulders and narrow waist.

There was a spot of envy in the skinny man as he studied Firefly's form idly, waiting for the exchange of goods.

"Did you pack your house?" Crane demanded impatiently.

Firefly glanced up at him, before pointedly setting a jar of brownish liquid on the ground with a hard 'plink' of the glass. Before setting a couple of grenades down beside it.

"You keep your fire starter in a glass jar in a duffle bag with grenades?" Crane demanded, scooping up the jar of the liquid. He wanted to make some last minute explosive jack o'lanterns for the season but couldn't be bothered with those last minute details in the lead up to his busiest time of year. Firefly was an easy and cheap go-to for anything fire related.

"Are you afraid of the heat?" Firefly inquired, casually tossing all the things he had dug out back into his bag, before standing up.

Toe to toe the two men matched each other in height, though in a real street fight, Crane would lose. He always lost. His was not a body, but a mind in a flesh cage.

"I'm afraid of the boom which comes with the heat," Crane replied.

The two men stood there for a moment. Neither of them did small talk. It was mostly just crime and science and fire and madness.

The last time they were alone like this, Crane recalled, he was kissed unexpectedly in a broom closet and left confused and a little aroused.

It was to expected, he told himself, to be aroused after years of going unkissed.

But it did haunt him sometimes.

Why did Firefly? Garfield fucking Lynns of all men, kiss him Jonathan Crane purveyor of fear, in a closet in a lounge on Valentine's Day?

Was he never supposed to think about it again? Was it a one off sort of thing?

Who the hell just does that? Kisses someone and leaves?

It was rude.

And now here they were, eyeing one another on Halloween, when Crane had too much to do but stand around, feet planted on the glittery pavement.

Calmly reaching for his pack of smokes, Firefly tucked another in between his lips and lit it, the flame illuminating his face.

"How's the oxytocin levels been, doc?" Firefly inquired suddenly, fingers draped elegantly around the stem of the cigarette he held.

"Sufficient," Crane replied a little too stiffly. He didn't like being caught unawares and suddenly he regretted wearing his damned mask to meet with Firefly.

Why? Did he want Firefly to have easy access to his mouth? Ridiculous. Jonathan Crane was the Scarecrow, he didn't simper and sop about like Catwoman and Edward with their midnight meets on rooftops.

Still, Crane's hands twitched at his sides, almost like they wanted to remove the mask.

Be still you traitors, he warned them.

Firefly, with his broad shoulders, leaned against the light post again, his hip jutting out a little, showing off just how tight the leather biker pants he was wearing. Heavy duty leather for preventing road rash in event of a skid, tight because underneath it was muscle and maybe jeans just as tight? Maybe nothing.

Scarecrow cleared his throat, when he realized he had been staring and drifting dangerously close to a flame.

Firefly inhaled deeply, taking a drag from his cigarette like he was breathing, before releasing it slowly into the air, allowing the smoke to curl about his face languidly.

"Are you going to pay me or do I have to fight you for it?" The man finally asked.

Crane, flustered, startled that he had forgotten about the payment in his study of Firefly, almost dropped the glass jar in his hands.

"If you break it, I can't replace it," Firefly pointed out calmly.

How the hell is he so calm? Standing there? Smoking? Fucking tempting Crane with his...the kiss was just to throw him off, he was sure of it.

Removing the cash for the chemical from the small satchel he kept on his person for things during capers, he handed it over to Firefly and watched the man count it, before pocketing it.

"You know burlap and straw is not the safest material to wear around fire," Firefly murmured, eyeing him.

"It's fire proofed," Crane replied.

Small talk. It's come to this.

"Let me see," Lynns said, holding out his free hand, tucking his cigarette into his lips to dangle.

Unsure what he wanted, Crane thought about offering the man his arm, before he took a step back on that decision. Firefly was called Firefly for a damned good reason involving fire.

Instead, he stooped down to set the jar on the ground, before reaching up and removing his mask, handing it over to Firefly.

Lynns pulled out his lighter and opened the flame up under Crane's precious mask.

He actually gasped in shock and mild anger as the flame singed the burlap.

Lynns stamped the flame out quickly, smirking a little. "Your flameproofing is shit, doc."

"Well, I was assured it was a good retardant," Crane huffed. "I didn't have time to research my own...I'm busy you know. With more important chemical analysis!"

Handing over his mask, Firefly said, "maybe daddy better come with you tonight so you don't set your damned self on fire."

Crane scowled darkly, before Firefly's words set in and he quickly tugged his mask over his face as he felt himself sputter and struggle for a comeback. Rage washed back over him, before it was replaced with confusion, finally resignation.

"Well...I work alone," Crane insisted.

Suddenly Firefly was standing up, his chest brushing against Crane's. "You shouldn't play with fire," Lynns cautioned him. "Unless you're prepared to get burned. Let me come with you tonight, keep an eye on you. We could create so much mayhem together."

Scarecrow pondered this.

"Say yes, doc," Firefly insisted softly, his rasping voice almost a sexual act in itself. Like being kissed by the man all over, only this time audibly, a sort of earworm. "You want me," Lynns purred. "You need me."

Unable to find his voice, not sure if he was angry or aroused, Crane simply nodded.

#i gotta tag this #because i mean #tagging it #scarecrow/firefly #quick and dirty and unedited

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mymelodyheart · 3 years

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All I Want For Christmas Is You Chapter 2 ~It’s Her Cue~

Previously in Sparks Will Fly ...

A slap on his back tore his gaze away from Claire. "Easy now lad," Willie said in a low, amused voice. "Ye look like ye could use the same drink as her."

Jamie glanced back at the subject of their conversation. "Aye, but make mine a double," he whispered.

"On it," Willie replied, laughing as he walked off.

What the bloody hell? He should be withdrawing himself away from this attraction because this mad instant bond between them was like an overloaded electrical fuse, capable of incinerating him alive. He'd already learnt his lesson from his last relationship. He'd been there and done that, but yet he didn't have the will to stop himself from finding out how their connection would play out.

Oh, Christ, this is bad. So, so bad, I'm in so much big trouble. Taking a huge sigh, he found himself a stool nearest to the pool table and watched Claire steal the show from the best snooker player in Broch Mordha.

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"Just polishing my balls for the lovely lass, here."

The people around her howled with good-natured laughter.

Claire kept her head down as she sat on the edge of the stool, chalking her stick, waiting for Hugh to stop showing off and blathering with his mates, and to finally break. She felt eyes on her, and when she looked up, she met Jamie's gaze where he sat with his brother at the high table.

Annalise leaned in from behind her and whispered, "Ginger can't stop looking at you."

Claire drew in substantial deep breaths. She'd watched Jamie play shinty earlier, and she thought he looked impressive then. Tall, strong, lithe, covered in mud and the epitome of a Highland warrior. Not that she had any idea what a Highland warrior would have looked like. After all, she only had the movie, Braveheart to go by. But who would have thought he'd show any interest in her. Perhaps, because she'd probably looked like she was about to climb him. Who could blame her, though? The moment he'd looked into her eyes, he stirred something inside her, which no man had ever done before him. And by some feat of willpower, she wondered how she'd succeeded not breaking into song right then and there. Up close earlier and now, sat only a few feet away, Jamie looked even better. Wavy auburn hair touched the collar of his plaid flannel shirt and the way his jeans hung low on hips, it shouldn't be even allowed.

"He probably thinks I'm easy. You know how some rural folks think city people like us have loose morals."

Annalise gasped. "Why do you think he would think that?"

"I think I came on too strong and flirty," she confided in a low voice. "He's a man, so of course, he'd respond, and it probably works a treat for him too since I'm only here for a holiday. But my God, he's one fine specimen of a man, isn't he? I'm even getting butterflies, and the last time I had them ...goodness, I can't even remember."

"Don't be daft ...you don't even know what he's thinking. Besides, you're single, and you're allowed to show interest if you fancy someone." The ice in Annalise's vodka and tonic clinked behind her. "This is the twenty-first century, and you're welcome to it. Flirt away and get butterflies. Let yourself go a little. I don't know if it applies here, but I'll say it anyway ...what goes on in the Highlands, stay in the Highlands."

Aww, bless her.

Claire was grateful for her friend's presence in her life. If Annalise hadn't been there to constantly coax her out of her self-consciousness and to confide in to, she'd probably still be living a secluded life, and London would have eventually eaten her whole. Now here she was, openly flirting with a handsome stranger and she'd agreed to let him take her out.

Claire smiled. "How about you? What's happening with you and Willie?"

Annalise made an exaggerated sighing sound behind her, making her laugh. What a tart!

"Hey, by the way, Jamie asked me out. So I guess, after this game and a round of drink, we're going to split. He wants to take me on a Christmas night tour. Will you be alright with Willie?" Claire asked. She had to make sure as this was their holiday together and she didn't want Annalise feeling abandoned.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. The boys seem like decent blokes, but as a precaution, I took photos of their driving licences and sent them to Geillis. She'll have them thoroughly checked out. Really handy to know someone whose boyfriend works with the police."

Claire's eyes widened, and she turned around to face her friend. "You didn't! I told Jamie I trust him." Geillis Duncan was their mutual friend they'd met in London at a party. After hitting it off, they'd forged a tight friendship, and the three of them became close until Geillis had to move back to her home city of Glasgow when she met the love of her life. Claire and Annalise were going to visit her before flying back to London.

"Of course, I did, silly. We're both on our own. Just because we're on our holidays and having fun doesn't mean we have to be lax when it comes to precaution. Don't worry, it'll be fine." Annalise reassuringly squeezed her arm. "Speaking of protection ...do you have condoms?"

What!?! Sex was the furthest thing from her mind. But she didn't have time to reply as she saw at the corner of her eye, Hugh finally, leaned across the pool table and broke. As Claire stood up to take her turn, their audience cheered and whooped.

Ignoring the hoots and whistles, she watched in concentration as the colourful balls rolled, not one of them dropping into a pocket. She began to walk around the pool table, taking in each position of the balls as she tapped her chin. Alrighty Beauchamp, let's have a look, shall we? This should be easy-peasy, lemon squeezy. We'll go for stripes.

"Ye ken how to play, hen?" Hugh teased, extracting laughter from his friends. "If not, I promise to go easy with my shaft." Another round of loud laughter ensued.

Claire ignored the innuendo, and the sally going on and focused.

First, I'll down that nine-ball hanging over the pocket and use the rail to tap out the eleven, crammed against the twelve. That'll leave open the six, thirteen, and fifteen. Once I drop the fifteen, using a little side spin, that should bring me to the other end of the table. Then I'll sink the eleven and the fourteen into the same corner pocket, gently hitting the ten off the rail in the process, so I don't get stuck later having to bank shot it. Knock in the eight, then I'm clear to finish it off. Good God, Beauchamp, you're so good.

Satisfied with her strategy, Claire leaned over the green felt and positioned herself. Although Hugh's loud wisecrack didn't rattle her, the intensity of Jamie's stare was another matter. Taking a deep breath, she redirected her concentration on her game plan and took her first shot and then another, working clinically and accurately. Unfortunately, their encounter earlier kept creeping back into her consciousness and playing in loops in her head. It didn't help that his scent stuck on to her when he'd caught her after the fall. He smelled of forest and fresh laundry. None of that heavy musky expensive perfumes London yuppies liked to bathe in. It made her want to lean in, bury her face in the crook of his neck and take a deep breath.

Bent at the waist, Claire stretched over the edge of the table and focused on the fifteen-ball and tried not to wince at the memory of openly flirting with Jamie. In her defence, it wasn't every day she was rescued by a very manly bloke who stared at her like he didn't want to let her out of his sight. She wondered if she'd appeared too eager and was totally misunderstanding the look he was giving her. There had been a hint of wariness lurking behind those beautiful translucent blue eyes when she'd agreed to go out with him. Had she said something to cause him to throw up his guard?

Having gone to a Catholic, all-girls, boarding school, her experience with the opposite sex was limited to the ones she read in romance novels. Orphaned at a young age, her guardian uncle Lamb didn't believe, dragging her across the globe with him was an ideal way to raise a girl, especially when he worked mostly with men in archaeological sites. So he'd decided the best place for her upbringing was with the nuns, right through college.

So when it finally came for her to start adulting and dating in a big, bad city like London, she'd been like a deer caught in the headlights. But she quickly found her feet with the help of her friend and flatmate, Annalise, a Parisienne by birth and a Londoner at heart. The French girl had been a mentor to her, initiating her to the trappings of singlehood and city life. Though the dating and getting-to-know-a-guy part was also an exciting discovery, she quickly realised every date she'd been to, after having gone through a handful of them, was a recycled version of the last. Same lines, same latest fashion, exaggerated backstories and trying too hard to impress instead of being themselves. So at the ripe age of twenty-five, she still had to experience what it was like to have a boyfriend. Annalise accused her of being too picky, but Claire always reasoned she just hadn't met the right one. She'd envisioned her first boyfriend to be someone endearingly awkward, not too loud and maybe a little shy. But Jamie was the least awkward man she'd ever met. He was easy on the eyes, and he lived inside his skin like a well-worn pair of jeans. He was far from a starter boyfriend she'd envision - definitely, not a boy anything.

"Go, Claire! You can do it!" Annalise shouted at the sidelines.

As she marked her shot on the eight-ball, she glanced up at Jamie and felt her focus wobble a bit. When one of the lads emitted a low whistle as she moved her hips to settle herself at a conducive angle, he didn't have a smidgen of amusement on his face. More than anything, he looked liked he was about to knock the front teeth off of the offender.

She didn't want a pub brawl to start in her honour, even if it sounded romantic in movies or books.

Straightening up from her position, she gave Jamie what she thought was a sexy smile. "Hey, Jamie," she called to him. "You got that single malt ready for me? This shouldn't take long." She tried not to blanch for sounding overconfident and cocky. It seemed cheeky for presuming she'd finished this game in a jiffy, but the pleasure of seeing his piercing blue eyes creased at the corners was definitely worth the minor discomfort her behaviour had caused her. Oh, Lordy! There were hushed oohs, followed by a round of testosterone-laced jests, making Jamie shake his head in amusement. At least, to her relief, he stopped looking like he's about to wallop anyone. Trouble averted in the knick of time!

As Jamie turned to get the attention of the bartender, she quickly lowered herself back over the table in the same position and sunk in the remaining balls. When she finished, her opponent, Hugh looked, well …not the least bit pleased about it. It probably didn't help she'd earlier acted cocksure about winning the game and might have dented his macho ego in front of his mates.

Claire watched Hugh purposely marched towards her as their audience clapped, cheered and teased him for losing to a lassie.

"Ye got me at a disadvantage. I must admit I went easy on you since ye're new around here," he said loud enough for everyone near the pool table to hear.

Claire gave him a charming smile, even though she felt like throttling him for not being man enough to congratulate her. "I know. Too bad, you assumed I couldn't play because I have a pair of boobs."

Hugh's eyes dropped down to her breast, and his cheek twitched, as he openly leered at her. "I must admit, ye have a lovely pair, and it might have distracted me from playing a good game, now that I come to think about it. Ye ken what ye need? Ye need a good ..."

"Stiff drink?" Jamie interrupted as he handed Claire a glass of single malt. "That's what ye were about to say, aye?"

Jamie's words were mildly pleasant, but she detected the underlying warning in his tone. Hugh didn't look like one to back-off, but when Jamie took a small step forward, he eyed the height and breadth before him and thought better of it. Splitting a forced smile between her and Jamie, Hugh raised both his hands as a sign of truce and slowly walked back to his mates.

With a sigh, she placed her cue stick on the pool table and faced Jamie. "This is fast becoming a habit of yours, isn't it?"

"What?" he asked, taking a step inside her personal space. It was another one of his moves to add to that growing habit list of his. Her old fashion side, the side influenced by her upbringing in the boarding school, wanted her to take a step back. But the side, that suspiciously sounded like Annalise, was shouting at her to hold her ground.

So she held her ground and arched an eyebrow at him. "You coming to my rescue. Again!"

When his mouth expanded into a smile, she couldn't help noticing his full, beautiful lips. With a cleanly shaven angular jaw, they made him looked like an angel who'd spent time in hell. Her breath caught in her throat, and she quickly looked back up, hoping he hadn't noticed her wandering eyes.

His amused expression told her he had. "Ye could say, rescuing ye is one past time that's beginning to grow on me."

She laughed out loud. It was something she did whenever she was nervous or when shyness overtook, and the most annoying part of it, it was almost always accompanied by a snort. She quickly sobered up. Acting like a loon was definitely beginning to be her nervous signature move.

As if sensing her unease, Jamie quickly changed the subject. "By the way, that was some show ye put on. Ye'll be the topic of everyone's conversation for the next few days. And Hugh the butt of jokes."

"I didn't realise I was playing with a sore loser," she said, taking a sip of her whisky. When the heat slid down her throat, she tried not to flinch. Acting cool wasn't her forte, but she was determined to work on it. "If I'd known, I would have given up my slot."

"Dinnae fash. Hugh's all mouth and no trousers, but he's harmless. So where did ye learn to play like that?" His eyes scanned her face, and he cocked his head a little like he was committing each of her features to memory.

"My uncle taught me. We'd play for hours whenever we get time to spend together."

"Ye're close to yer uncle. That's nice. I hope I'd be that type of uncle one day."

She beamed. Jamie looked like the type of uncle who would have boundless of energy playing with children. "My uncle's for the most part, both a father and mother to me when I wasn't in the boarding school. My parents died when I was young."

His face turned serious. "Sorry to hear that. My parents have always been part of my life, so I can't begin to imagine what it was like for you growing up without them."

Claire gave him a grateful smile as she pulled a vibrating phone from her pocket. "Oh, bummer," she whispered, glancing down at the screen. "I have about fifteen missed text messages. I didn't feel it going off. I must have been caught up with all the excitement of the game."

He ran a hand along his jaw. "Some lad missing ye back home?"

She hesitated, glancing up at him. "No." She shook her head, vigorously. "It's my friend, Geillis." She skimmed through the messages wondering why there were so many of them. Annalise had sent the photos of the brothers' driving licences to Geillis, and probably something had come up.

"Is everything alright?" he asked as she continued to read the messages.

"It's fine," she squeaked, looking for any incriminating data Geillis might have found. She found none. Instead, what she was reading was making her face heat up.

"Are ye sure? Ye have a troubling frown forming on yer face. Maybe I can help."

She sighed and rolled her head. "Annalise sent the photos of your driving licences to my friend Geillis. And a selfie she took with you and your brother earlier. You know ...to have you check out and see if you're legit. Geillis' boyfriend works with the police you see."

He arched an eyebrow. "And?"

Is he upset? "Don't look at me like that. I told you I trust you."

He laughed. "Like what? Ye're the one who's giving me an odd look. I told ye I was alright with it. So what did she say? Do I get her seal of approval?"

She winced. "Yeah, Geillis says it's all good."

He picked up his whisky from the nearby table. "Geillis sounds like a verra nice friend. I think I like her already. What else did she say?"

She felt the colour drain from her face. "I swear you wouldn't want to hear the rest of it. Geillis is raving mad."

"Try me."

"I think we should leave it ..."

"Come on, Sassenach. It cannae be that bad."

"I'd rather not."

"Go on, humour me." His blue eyes danced, and she marvelled for the umpteenth time at how handsome he was.

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you." She shut her eyes for a few heartbeats and puffed out a breath. "Well, she said if you're the same bloke who competed against her boyfriend at caber toss last spring and won ..." Oh dear, God. "...I ...um ...I should let you ground my corn."

He practically choked on his whisky.

She grimaced and wondered if she should thump him on the back. "I'm sorry. Geillis has an odd sense of humour. I'm afraid it's just her way of saying that her boyfriend thinks you're ace ...well, that's if you're really the bloke who he thinks you are."

He recovered quickly and grinned. "How about ye? What do ye think of me?"

She ignored the question. "You haven't confirmed anything to me yet," she said, speaking into her whisky glass. "Did you really win the caber toss competition?"

He looked smugly amused, and the smile that spread across his face already answered her question.

"So you're a tree surgeon who plays shinty and tosses poles in your spare time ...whatever next."

He nodded at her phone when it lit up again. "What else is your friend saying?"

She put her drink down and glanced at the screen. "'She said, the men who participated in this year's caber toss, including you, posed with nothing on but their kilt for a charity calendar."

He smiled. "Aye, that's right."

"And she asked me to ask you if you're wearing anything underneath the kilt because I'm getting the calendar as a stocking filler."

His booming laughter made a few heads turn their way.

"See I told you, she's raving mad." She took another sip from her glass and realised it was empty. Ah, fiddlesticks! "I thought her boyfriend would have mellowed her down a bit, but I have a feeling, she's worse than ever."

He eyed her glass and grinned. "I definitely have to meet this friend of yours."

She felt a twinge of ache in her heart, which took her by surprise. "Annalise and I are stopping at her place in Glasgow before we fly back to London on Three Kings. So you won't be seeing her."

He leaned in closer. "I ken we've only just met. Ye think ye're going to miss me when you go back?" His eyes twinkled mischievously.

Even though she was a right bumbling mess around him, she had to admit she was having too much fun in his company. So much so, she didn't really want to think about leaving yet. Her mind was already racing and wondering if Annalise would agree to celebrate Hogmanay here instead of in Edinburgh. "Well, that depends ..."

"Depends on what?"

Her curiosity to explore the dynamic between them made it difficult to keep her guard up. It was useless trying to fight whatever this was when she was so drawn to Jamie. Surely he must be feeling this too. She swallowed hard and decided to be brave. "If I'll have a reason to miss you," she blurted out before she could change her mind.

A tiny fraction of the playfulness displayed on his face was replaced by uncertainty ...and Claire's stomach coiled at the proof he wasn't prepared to act on the attraction between them. Whatever his reason was, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know as her guard began to scramble back into place. Oh, God, how could I be so dim? Maybe he's got a girlfriend or a wife ...

"Arbroath Smokies."

Stunned, she looked at him. "Wot?"

"Have ye eaten?"

"Uh, um ...not since midday."

"Weel, hard to fall in love with ..." He took a huge deep breath. "...Broch Mordha on an empty stomach."

"Huh?"

That playful smile was back on his face. "Have ye tried Arbroath Smokies?"

"No. I don't even know what that is."

"Ye have to try it. I know just the place." Jamie glanced over his shoulder. "Come on, let's have a quick drink with Willie and Annalise so we can get out of here."

And then just like that, he wove his fingers through hers and tugged her towards the bar.

#melodyheart #all I want for christmas is you #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

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youreacowgirllikeme · 3 years

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Blind Date

Note: just an idea I had, hope you like it. some soft fluffiness, but also smut bc I’m still h word for Jake, especially after how he looked tonight on tv.

Pairing: Jake Tapper x reader

Warnings: smut, NSFW

(sorry for eventual typos, I wrote this in a bit of a frenzy)

enjoy

“You look horrible. “Abby stated matter-of-factly as she sat down in the restaurant chair across from you.

“I missed you too, great to see you, thanks. “you responded, not even bothering to argue with her.

Abby was your best friend since college, if she said you looked horrible it was either a joke or a fact. Considering the way she was looking at you, probably the latter.

“Hard week at work?”

You let out a tired huff.

“You have no idea. We got this new client who booked us for a nation-wide tv ad, and they’re so incredibly demanding. I’ve been working overtime for three weeks straight, it’s a miracle they didn’t call me in today.”

Your monthly Saturday brunch with Abby was sacred, work be damned.

Your friend was giving you a worried look across the table. “Well, I’m glad they didn’t, you deserve a day off.”

“Enough of my sad life, how is it going over at Fake News?” you joked.

“Amazing actually. You won’t believe it, but I’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re thinking about offering me John’s Sunday spot on Inside Politics. Can you imagine, my own hour, as an actual anchor. It’s nothing official yet, but I’m so excited.”

“Oh my god, Abby, that’s awesome. I’m so proud of you. We should celebrate.” you exclaimed, beckoning a waiter to order two glasses of champagne.

Abby gave you a warm smile. “Thank you, babe. But let me be honest, I’m worried about you. You look exhausted, even your voice sounds tired. When was the last time you did something actually relaxing?”

“I’ve watched a movie, like, a week ago. And I do yoga, at least sometimes.” You tried to argue, not entirely sure if you wanted to convince Abby or yourself.

A smirk settled over your friend’s face, and she looked at you like she just had the most brilliant idea ever. You did not like that look at all, it usually meant trouble.

“Well todays your lucky day, because I know just what you need to de-stress a bit.”

You just raised an eyebrow at her.  “Care to elaborate, genius?”

“You, my friend, need to get laid.”  You snorted. “Fun times, Abbs, you almost got me,”

 “I’m serious, Y/N, when was the last time you had sex?”

“Okay, it’s been a while, but I’m fine. I don’t need a man to interfere with the little free time I have. And it’s not like the streets are full of men chasing me. I don’t have time to date, and, like I said, I’m totally fine with the way things are at the moment.” You tried your very best not to sound defensive.

The expression on Abby’s face told you everything you needed to know. She didn’t buy a single word coming out of your mouth. “Y/N, trust me when I tell you, blowing off a little steam would do wonders for your stress level. And maybe you’d even meet someone nice. And, lucky for you, I know just the guy. He’s someone I work with, and I think you’d get along perfectly.”

“You’re not actually suggesting setting me up on a blind date.” You couldn’t believe your friend. The last thing you needed was an evening full of awkward small talk with some boring, sleek CNN guy.

“Come on, Y/N, take a leap of faith. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

+++

(One week later)

“I can’t believe I actually agreed.” You murmured to yourself as you rummaged through your closet, looking for an outfit to wear on that damned date Abby bullied you into.

You thought about the peaceful evening you could have had, curled up on the sofa with a glass of wine, maybe getting some work done.

But it was too late to back down now.

“Let’s just get this over with” you told yourself, applying some lipstick as if it was war paint. “Let’s hope that the guy is at least good-looking.”

The restaurant Abby sent you to was nice enough, a small and intimate place, perfect for a date. You couldn’t wait to have your first glass of wine, because you could feel your nervousness increasing with each passing minute.

You entered the restaurant, looking for the third table on the window side that Abby had described to you…and directly turned around, practically fleeing through the door again as soon as you set eyes on the man sitting there.

Back outside, you took your phone out of your bag and furiously dialed Abby’s number. She picked up right away, but you were shouting at her before she could even say a word.

“You better tell me that you did not set me up with Jake fucking Tapper.”

Was she out of her mind? This was the Jake Tapper, the face of CNN, hell, the face of the media in this country. What the fuck were you supposed to talk to him about.

But your friend just chuckled at you through the phone. “When you saw him on TV some months ago, you said he was your type. Plus, he’s intelligent, funny, and single. Perfect for you. And now stop making a fool out of yourself and go in there. You got this, girl. Love you, bye.” And with that, she hung up.

You took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves. You could not just leave now, and stand up Mr. Breaking News himself. So you pocketed your phone again, squared your shoulders and went back into the restaurant.

You made your way over to the table, coming to a stop in front of it. The man sitting there looked up to you and smiled. And wow, what a beautiful smile it was, sincere, warm and inviting, taking over his entire face.

“Hi.” You said, trying to sound confident.

“I’m Y/N, Abby’s friend.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Jake. I’m working with Abby, but she probably already told you that much.”  “She did, but I’ll be honest, I know you, of course. Big fan of your show.”

God, why did you just say that. He was probably going to think you were some kind of crazy fangirl now.

But he just continued to smile his open, friendly smile at you. “Always happy to hear that.” He chuckled, pointing to the opposite chair. “Do you want to sit down?”

“Yes, of course, sorry.” You said, feeling silly because you totally forgot that you were still standing. You quickly sat down and tried your best to appear calm and collected, even if your insides were in turmoil.

“Would you care for some wine? They have a pretty impressive list, I could pick one for us if you don’t mind.” Jake asked.

“Wine sounds fantastic. I love it, but I’m not really an expert, so go ahead.”

Jake took some reading glasses out of the pocket of his suit jacket and put them on his nose.  While he was studying the wine list, you took your time to study him instead. He appeared to be in his late forties, so there was an age difference of probably 15 to 20 years. You didn’t mind that at all, older men had always been more your type.

He had a really handsome face, kind eyes that looked even better when he had those glasses on, and you loved his salt-and-pepper hair. He was wearing a light blue dress shirt with a dark grey suit jacket. You caught your mind wandering to how he might look underneath his clothes and gave yourself a mental slap on the wrist. This was your first date, no need to get ahead of yourself.

“Everything alright over there?”

Shit, he had caught you staring.

“Yes, sorry, I zoned off for a moment. I had a stressful week at work.”  “Oh, yes, Abby told me you’re working in advertising. Any interesting projects at the moment?”

You went on and chatted about work a bit. You were fascinated by what he was doing, and taken aback by the confident, yet humble way he was talking about it. This was absolutely not the behavior you were expecting from the leading anchorman of the nations most renowned network. He wasn’t arrogant or self-centered at all and you were definitely charmed.

The wine Jake ordered arrived with your starters, and soon after you had your first few sips you felt some of the initial nervousness fading away.

Soon, the conversation was flowing freely, and you discovered that Abby was right, you really did get along perfectly. Jake was incredibly funny in a dry and witty way and his sarcastic remarks made you laugh more than once. You also discovered your shared interest in graphic novels and argued a while about weather DC or Marvel was the superior comic universe.

Jake showed you one of his own cartoons on his phone, and with each moment you found yourself more drawn to the man in front of you. At some point his hand started to lightly brush against yours on the table, and each touch sent a warm feeling through your chest.

You talked some more over dessert, had some more wine and overall, a really good time.

The alcohol gave you a pleasant, fuzzy feeling, and the desire to just get up and crawl on Jakes lap grew with each look he gave you.

“Excuse me, Ma’am, Sir, were closing up now.” A passing waiter told you and put the check on the table.

“Let me take care of that, please.” Jake said, taking out his wallet. You just thanked him and enjoyed the view of him putting on his glasses again to read the check.

He really was a perfect gentleman, you thought to yourself, as he got up to hold your coat and then the door for you on your way out.

 “I really had a wonderful evening.” you said softly, as the both of you were standing on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. Jake shot you another one of his brilliant smiles, and you could feel your heart beating faster. “Me too.” He replied. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, and I’d like to see you again.”

Now your heart was almost jumping out of your chest, and you could feel your own smile taking over your face. “I’d love that.”

Jake took one step closer, now standing so close you could almost feel the warmth radiating off his body. One of his hands came up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb slowly stroking over your jaw. His touch sent goosebumps all over your skin, and you slightly parted your lips, looking him directly in the eyes. They were warm, and dark, and you felt like you could get lost in them. And then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your mouth.

It felt incredible, a kind of warmth that was totally unrelated to the wine spreading through your body, your skin prickling where his hand was still on your face.

You put your hands on his arms and kissed him back, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips against yours. He still tasted slightly like red wine, and you wanted nothing more than to explore the rest of his body with your mouth just as thoroughly.

First date, you reminded yourself, and broke free from the kiss before your lust-clouded brain could make you do something you might regret later. You glanced up at Jake, who looked at you with an unreadable expression. Then, after what felt like forever, he finally spoke.

“Could I maybe have your number?”

“Of course.” You said, with maybe a bit much enthusiasm, but Jake didn’t seem to mind. You quickly typed your number into his phone, and just as you were finished, the cab you had called earlier was arriving.

Jake held the door open for you, and shot you one last, beautiful smile. “Good night, Y/N, get home safe.”

“Thank you for the wonderful evening, Jake. Good night.”

You closed the door and the taxi drove off. You already missed his face as soon as he was out of sight, and you turned around to watch his receding figure through the rear window of the taxi.

Great, you were already down bad after one date. The man really got to you, and you desperately hoped that you would hear from him soon.

As soon as you were home, you really felt the effects of the wine, so you quickly went to bed to get some sleep. Just before you were nodding off, you sent Abby a quick message.

You were right, he is perfect. THANKS xxxx

When Abby answered five minutes later, you were already asleep.

Told you so ;) xxxx

+++

When you woke up the next morning, there was a new message from an unknown number on your phone. Your heart made a flip in your chest, and you opened it as fast as you could.

Hi, this is Jake. It’s probably way too soon to text you, but I just wanted to let you know, again, what a great time I had yesterday. If you’d be up to it, I’d really like to see you again soon. Let me know if that would be alright with you. And have a nice Saturday :)

He had already texted you. That meant he didn’t think that you were crazy, or awkward, and that he wasn’t just acting nice, he genuinely wanted to see you again. You were filled with a giddy sort of happiness, and decided to answer him right away, there was no need to play any games here. Leap of faith, just like Abby said.

Good Morning Jake, I really enjoyed yesterday as well. I’d love to spend some more time together; would tomorrow evening be too spontaneous? I could make dinner, to return the favor since you paid yesterday ;) my place at eight?

As soon as you hit the send button you started getting anxious again. What if tomorrow was too soon? What if he thought you were being too eager?

“Stop it, Y/N!” you said out loud to interrupt your mental spiral. You wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself for this man, even if he was handsome, and intelligent, and funny. No way.

But as you were standing in the kitchen five minutes later and heard your phone chiming from the other room, you were there in the matter of seconds to read the new message.

Tomorrow sounds perfect, just text me the address. I’ll bring the wine. xx Jake

You clutched your phone to your chest, the biggest, goofy smile on your face.

You spent the remaining day extensively cleaning your flat, stressing out, going grocery shopping and stressing out some more. You face-timed Abby and bullied her into helping you pick out an outfit, since she technically was the one who got you into this mess in the first place.

Jake was occupying your mind whatever you did, and when you finally got into your bed that night, all you could think about was how his lips had felt against yours. Those thoughts sent a hot, burning feeling down between your legs and when you finally touched your pussy, you were already so wet and aroused that it only took you minutes until you reached your peak, Jakes name falling from your lips.

+++

To say you were a nervous wreck the next day would be an understatement. When you woke up, you decided to watch some TV to get yourself a bit of distraction. An ad was currently playing, and so you decided to check your mails first.

“Good Morning from Washington, where the State of our Union is in turmoil over the latest…”

Your head snapped up at the sound of the familiar voice coming from your TV, the voice that occupied your mind ever since your blind date on Friday. You had totally forgotten that Sunday morning meant Jake Tapper time on CNN, because usually you were either asleep or at work at 9 am. But now you took your time to really appreciate the man on your TV.

He looked way more serious than the Jake you got to know, no smile, just a stern expression and a dark suit and tie. Which didn’t mean that he wasn’t looking totally hot, and his intelligent and sharp remarks did nothing to calm your fluttering heart or the heat in your lower abdomen. You definitely wanted him, bad.

 This is getting ridiculous, you thought to yourself, and turned the TV off to take a very long shower.

Afterwards, you spent the whole day pacing around your flat and annoying Abby with numerous text messages and another two face time calls. She assured you multiple times that everything would be just fine and by the time it was 7:45 p.m. the food was in the oven and you sat on your couch, waiting for the doorbell to ring.

When it finally did, you all but ran to the door only to stop and force yourself to take a couple of calming breaths before opening it. Jake stood outside, a bottle of red wine in his hand. He looked amazing with his white dress shirt and dark grey slacks, but again it was his smile that got your attention, he looked just as happy to see you as you were feeling.

Out of a sudden impulse, you surged forward and threw your arms around the man, hugging him and burying your head in his chest. He seemed surprised, but still put his free arm around you, embracing you.

“Hi.” You whispered, suddenly shy, but as you looked up to meet Jakes eyes you could see nothing but warmth in them. “Hi.” He replied, pressing a kiss to your hair. “It’s good to see you.”

You slowly let go of him so he could actually enter your apartment. He followed you inside and you fetched some glasses for the wine. You talked about everything and anything over dinner, family, football, the book Jake was working on. You listened closely, and so did he as you told him about your passion for art and music. He even asked you to put some of your favorite records on as you moved over to the couch after dinner.

You were still talking animatedly but having Jake in closer physical proximity made it increasingly hard to focus on what he was saying.

Instead, your eyes and mind wandered to his hands. Without thinking, you reached out and put one of your hands into his, He stopped speaking, and looked at you. You could see the kind look in his eyes being replaced by something darker, more passionate.

He spoke again, voice lower this time. “I’ve been thinking about you and our kiss without a break since yesterday. And just as long I’ve wanted to kiss you again, touch you again.”

He reached out, cupped your jaw with one of his hands and slowly ran his thumb over your bottom lip. It took every willpower you had not to suck his thumb into your mouth. This man had you hot and aching for him with just a single touch and a couple of words.

“Is that something you want me to do, Y/L?” his voice was only a low rumble now.

“Oh my god yes. Yes please.” You whispered, not really trusting your own voice to come out steady enough.  The hand on your face slid to the back of your head and you uttered a surprised gasp as Jake just grabbed a fist of your hair and pulled you close, until your faces were only inches apart.

“You are beautiful.” He said, looking you deep in the eyes.

And then he kissed you again. And as soon as his mouth connected with yours, you realized just how much you had missed the feeling of his lips, the warmth of his body. But that was where the resemblance to the kiss you shared last night ended. Because this one was more.

More passion, more lust. Jake softly bit your bottom lip and used your surprised gasp as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. The kiss deepened and you could feel small sparks of arousal all over your body with every touch of tongue and every time he lightly tugged on the hair in the nape of your neck.

Your hands found their way around Jakes shoulders, roaming up and down his back. You were really glad he was not wearing his full State Of The Union Outfit, even if it had looked extremely hot, because as soon as you could feel the solid muscle through his thin dress shirt, you knew that those clothes had to come off at some point.

You lightly tugged on the hem of his shirt to pull it out of his pants and spread your hands over the warm skin underneath. Jake broke the kiss as soon as he could feel what you did, just to tilt back your head and kiss your exposed neck.

You couldn’t stifle a moan as he lightly sucked on your pulse point.

The feeling of his mouth on your skin made heat coil between your legs, and you tried to shift even closer to him, until you were almost sitting on his lap.

Jake continued to kiss your neck, while his other hand crept under your shirt to palm your breast through your bra. He lightly squeezed it and you moaned again, you nails raking softly over his back, making him groan against your skin.

“You like that?” he asked, and pinched one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra, and you could feel your panties getting soaked with arousal.

You decided that it was time to get rid of some clothing and started to quickly unbutton Jakes dress shirt, revealing more and more skin with each button undone. As soon as you were finished, he pulled the shirt of his shoulders and the view of his body made your mouth water. You ran your hands over his muscled chest, and you could see the way his eyes darkened again.

“I can’t wait to touch you everywhere.” He said in a husky voice and pulled your shirt over your head in a swift motion, and instantly his lips were on yours again, his hands roaming over your back, unclasping your bra. When your nipples came in contact with the skin of his chest, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore.

“Jake, please. Touch me, kiss me, anything. I need to feel you.” You pleaded, your voice slightly breathless.

“Take the rest of your clothes off, now.” Jake said, his commanding tone sending another surge of wetness between your legs.

You got up from the sofa and stood in front of Jake. Slowly, you opened the zipper of your jeans and pulled them down, leaving you only in your black lace panties.

Jake was watching you, his intense stare burning on your skin.

“Everything. Off.” He said, never breaking eye contact.

Having the undivided attention of this man was so hot, you almost got lightheaded.

You slowly dragged your underwear down your legs, and as you were looking up again, you saw that Jake was palming the bulge that had begun to form in his pants. You wanted to touch him so bad.

“You are gorgeous. Amazing. Beautiful. Stunning.” Jake said, taking in the sight of your naked body. His voice was strained, this was clearly affecting him.

A light flush was beginning to form on your skin, you weren’t sure if it was because of arousal or embarrassment, but you definitely knew that you needed Jake to get his hands on your body, now.

You made your way over to him again and leaned down to open the fly of his trousers. His briefs were already tented by his erection, and you palmed him through his underwear, making him groan.

“Those need to come off.” You whispered, smiling at Jake, who just nodded and lifted his pelvis so you could pull down his trousers along with his underwear.

Finally, he was naked in front of you. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you down on the sofa, lying on top of you. The feeling of his warm skin against yours was thrilling, you tried to get your hands on every part of his body you could reach, stroking his back, pulling his hair. Finally, you wrapped your hand around the base of his hard cock, giving it some light strokes.

“You feel so good, Y/N, I’ve been thinking about doing this since I first laid my eyes on you. I’ve been in a state since we kissed, and now” he whispered against your neck „I can’t wait to finally have that sweet pussy of yours.”

You couldn’t believe the words coming out of Jakes mouth, hearing him say filthy things like that was turning you on more than you could’ve ever imagined. Obviously, your thoughts were written all over your face.

“You like it when I talk like that, don’t you, sweetheart.” He said, pinching one of your nipples as he did.

“I…Oh shit, yes, yes I do. Please.” You whimpered, almost going you crazy with the need to finally feel him.

He had mercy on you, reaching out between your legs. When he touched your pussy for the first time, you felt like the pent-up tension could make you faint any moment. “God, you’re so wet, Y/N.” He thrust two of his long fingers into you without warning, and you almost screamed. “And so tight.”

“I need you, please Jake, fuck me.” You were begging now, way beyond caring about any sort of decorum as his digits touched that sweet spot inside of you again and again.

He withdrew his fingers and shifted on top of you before he put his hands on your tights, spreading your legs. You couldn’t even begin to complain about the loss of his fingers, he was already lining up his cock with your entrance, and pushed in, slowly, filling you inch by inch until he bottomed out with a deep groan. His length stretched you in the most delicious way, and you cried out as he was starting to thrust in and out of you, leaving you almost no time to adjust to his size.

You couldn’t talk coherently anymore, you were just chanting his name over and over as he was fucking you into the sofa. Your nails clawed into his back as he was leaning over you, his hair falling into his face. Just as you thought you couldn’t feel any more pleasure, he grabbed one of your legs and probed it onto his shoulder, the new angle making you see stars with every move of his hips.

“You feel incredible, so tight and warm around me, you are amazing.” He looked down on you, taking in your face, squinted with pleasure, his name falling from your lips over and over again.

He reached between your legs and started rubbing your clit, never slowing down his relentless, hard thrusts. The combined stimulation was almost too much for you and your orgasm was approaching fast.

“Don’t stop, please, just don’t stop.” You cried out, the pleasure running through your body like a wildfire.

“Look at me when you come, I want to see you. Look at me!” Jake growled, breathing hard as he sped up even more.

You hit your peak with a cry, sparks dancing over your skin as your walls clenched around Jakes cock. Your eyes were fixed on his, and he looked at you like you were the only person on the entire planet.

Seeing you come undone beneath him, Jake only lasted for another few deep thrusts before he came, shouting your name and spilling his hot release inside of you.

He laid on top of you afterwards, his face on your shoulder, breathing deeply. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, and he turned his head to look at you.

“Hi” you said.

“Hi” he replied, your favorite smile spreading across his face again.

“I liked that very much.” You said, pressing another kiss to his lips. He chuckled and propped himself up onto his arms with a small sight, rolling off you. Luckily, your sofa was large enough so you could comfortably lie next to each other.

“Me too, that was fantastic.” He replied and pulled you closer, putting his arm around you. You buried your face into his chest, soaking up the heat of his body and his wonderful smell.

“Maybe you should come over more often.” You suggested, sounding a bit nervous again. You didn’t want to appear clingy. But this man had just rocked your world, and you couldn’t just act like nothing happened.

“I’ll come over whenever you want me to, sweetheart. Consider me at your beck and call.”

“Stay the night?” you asked in a hopeful voice. You had work in the morning, but you just couldn’t imagine letting him go anywhere now.

He just nodded, smiled, and kissed you again. That soft, tingly feeling in your chest increased even more, and you just happily snuggled up to him.

Later, as Jake was already asleep next to you, you took up your phone and sent a quick text message to Abby.

Next brunch is my treat! I owe you xxxx

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schraubd · 3 years

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Oh, Farts

I've studiously refrained from commenting on that Tablet article by Eve Barlow (in lieu of a link, please send flowers to the gravesite that marks Tablet's death as a reputable journalistic enterprise). I've been blocked by Barlow since before it was cool (as best I can tell, it's because she was unhappy that I revealed the fabrications in a different "that Tablet article"), and suffice to say I do not find her especially impressive as a public thinker. She has plenty of bad takes, and she has nobody to blame but herself that people recognize her bad takes as bad.

Moreover (this is someone else's point, but alas I can't find it), I'm old enough to remember when people were aghast at the disrespect shown when immigrant detention centers were referred to as concentration camps; those persons seem oddly less perturbed at describing social media harassment as a "pogrom". It is hardly an accident -- but still embarrassing -- that here, of all places, some amount of hyperbole or metaphor drawing on the well of violent antisemitic oppression is accepted.

But having said all that, I have been a bit uncomfortable with how this discourse is being played out. For starters, we're seeing a clean violation of my ninth rule of good internet citizenship:

Resist pile-ons. Yes, accountability is important. And yes, each individual contribution to the pile-on would typically (not always -- see death threats) be proportionate and reasonable if isolated and placed in the context of an individual, face-to-face encounter. But aggregated together, they quickly can spiral out of control, and frequently magnify all the internet's worst qualities.

That's definitely in play here. Yes, Barlow is a deeply unsympathetic actor. But eventually, wave after wave of people bombarding here with farting puns and icons and whatever else really does cease to become "accountability" or "critique" and just turns into a harassment campaign. Likewise, I'm sure that anyone whose name starts with an "-ar" sound has gotten a few stupid "fart" puns from some of the internet's more juvenile actors.* But the difference between a couple stray morons who can be easily shrugged off and harassment is quantity, and there are people who should know better who are eliding that distinction.

Most importantly, there is a great risk -- I think it's already happening -- of people functionally sending a green light to a particular form of style of antisemitic harassment. There are, it should not be controversial to say, plenty of trolls online who like nothing better than to harangue and harass Jewish public figures. And such persons are very much on the look out for styles of harassment which will garner them praise, or at least defense. If there's a way that they can make Jews miserable and be lauded for it, they'll seize upon it faster than you can say "status-production". There is little doubt that this is driving a non-trivial portion of the pile-on -- the raw glee that one can indulge in the decadence of making a public Jewish figure miserable as a Jew, and feel righteous in doing so, and be lauded as righteous for doing so. Does it help that Barlow is an unsympathetic figure? Sure. Does that suffice to explain the totality of what's happening here? No.

And -- putting aside the point that Barlow, as unsympathetic as she is, doesn't deserve harassment -- the utility of a mode of harassment that gets lauded rather than condemned will not stay confined to the likes of Barlow. While I expect this particular moment to peter out sooner rather than later, it certainly was not hard to spot "fart" responses targeting other prominent Jews as a means of demeaning them or denigrating their experiences with antisemitism. Some of the targeted Jews were also raising hyperbolic or foolish points. Others were being entirely reasonable. But the commonality, the trigger that made this response responsive was solely that the targets were Jewish or Jewish-identified, and the belief by their "interlocutors" that if they jumped on them in this way, they'd be immunized from any condemnation or critique. That should worry us.

The fact is, the mechanics of internet harassment and brigading campaigns are not new or novel at this point, nor is the easy dismissal of them by calling them "juvenile" or "just words", or insisting on the recipient's need to "grow a thicker skin". In all cases, there will be a mix-in of explicit calls for violence or open ethnic, racial, or gendered slurs; but these are the accent points upon a base of "replies" which do not do any of that, replies which, taken as individual, can and should be easily dismissed, but as part of a larger whole and as a constant drumbeat, become intolerable. It happens to people we like, and it happens to people we don't like. But no matter who the proximate target is, we should be very, very leery of cheering it on.

* The juvenile nature of the retort is part of its insulation -- it feels ridiculous to treat it with any sort of seriousness, and that includes writing this post. This is, in a way, a very literal application of Sartre's warning about the antisemites:

They know that their remarks are frivolous ... But they are amusing themselves, for it is their adversary who is obliged to use words responsibly, since he believes in words. The anti-Semites have the right to play. They even like to play with discourse for, by giving ridiculous reasons they discredit the seriousness of their interlocutors.

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