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jennagrinsoverml · 1 year

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do you know any good adrino fics?

So as lovesquare stan and monoshipper, I’m able to acknowledge that adrino is absolutely amazing and would be my ship of choice if not for the love square. (Seriously, how is lukadrien so popular when adrino is right there???) But sadly, I only read platonic adrino. (Okay, I wrote this when I first started compiling this ask, but I have recently started so I may do a less platonic rec list later.)

However, the amazing @kasienda has put together two wonderful adrino rec lists:

Adrino Rec List 1

Adrino Rec List 2

I do have lots of platonic adrino recs though! I...may have gotten a little carried away with this one...oops? Oh well, enjoy!

Off the Mark by @buggachat

Ever since Nino’s (frankly embarrassing) akumatization into Rocketear, Chat Noir’s behavior had taken a strange and sudden turn in the presence of Carapace, and Nino could only think of one possible explanation:

Chat Noir hated him.

Somehow, Adrien didn’t seem to agree.

One-shot. As you all may have realized by now, I’m an absolute sucker for misunderstandings, and I’ve been desperate for good fic dealing with the aftermath of Rocketear since it came out. And this is just SPECTACULAR! Nino doesn’t understand why Adrien’s so bothered, but of course it’s clear to us as readers, and it’s finally resolved so beautifully omg I love this fic!!!

The Five Minute Adventures of Snake Noir by @kasienda

After Ladybug admits to Chat Noir that she told someone her identity, she insists that he do the same. He wants it to be her. She insists it has to be anyone else. He suggests they use the snake. She finds this to be a reasonable compromise.

After many heartfelt five minute conversations that Ladybug doesn't remember, she decides he should keep the snake. That way he can always confide in her if he needs to. He also realizes it means he can talk to anyone… for five minutes... on repeat.

Multi-chapter. This is also a love square fic, but it’s amazing to see Adrien get to confide in Nino and get the support he so desperately needs. An Nino isn’t just some minor character in this, we get focus on him and his relationships too!

such small things by @guardiankarenterrier

It starts with such small things.

It starts with things Nino does without thinking about it, because they’re just the sort of thing you do for friends, and he’s never had to think about them before. Nino hasn’t had that many friends himself, at least not outside of their class, but the ones he does have are good friends- he doesn’t need more than what he has.

Adrien needs more than what he has, though. Adrien needs friends like Nino needs music.

Two-shot. I have so many feelings about this one. It starts off solid and then only gets better from there! There’s just so much love and friendship and care and LOVE in this fic!! It’s beautiful.

team is a four letter word by @ladyofthenoodle

Alya didn’t want to come between Ladybug and Chat Noir. But she didn’t want to stop being Rena Rouge either. And if Chat Noir didn’t want to talk to her, then she’d need to find a different way to prove all three of them could be a team.

Her plan unintentionally brings a few secrets to light, which leads to even more secrets coming to light, which leads to… well, Alya is sure it’ll all work out eventually.

Multi-chapter. I can’t not rec this one. This fic focuses on the entire core four, and the adrino relationship is no exception to that. I love all of the little bits of information and the exploration of their dynamic here. The way Adrien knows Nino so well but keeps parts of himself from his friend. The growth and development as the fic progresses. Highly recommend.

Shellter Chat by @bridgetinerabbit

A peek inside Adrien's school bag gives Nino some very unexpected insight as to what makes his good friend tick, but leaves him in a very delicate position. He never expected to strike a deal with the Kwami of Destruction, but now he and Plagg are working together to relieve some of Adrien's (and Chat Noir's) burdens for his own good. But being Adrien's guardian angel isn't as easy as it seems; other secret identities start falling apart, and there's no telling where the falling dominoes will stop.

Multi-chapter. I loved this so freaking much. I don’t even know where to start. Nino and Alya are such good friends to Adrien! Seriously, this is such beautiful friendship fic. I need to reread it.

A Miraculous Reveal: Rocketear & Meddlesome Friends by @kasienda

Nino has been watching the Rocketear footage on loop, and one thing doesn't make sense to him. Why hadn't Chat Noir fought back? (Platonic Adrino, hurt/comfort).

Two-shot within a collection of one-shots (description taken from first part). If, like me, you absolutely loved the angst of Rocketear and were so disappointed that canon didn’t follow up on it at all to give us a resolution, you need this in your life. Go read it now!

Alya is NOT Disloyal! by @peppermint-shamrock

Alya loves to flirt with her boyfriend when he's suited up as Carapace. Chat Noir, for some reason, is upset by this.

One-shot. This is a DJWifi fic that I’m including because Adrien is just such a good friend to Nino, like he cares so much and I love that.

I will take it / It can't go wrong. by @officialratprince

Be loved by his friends, or love himself, or earn his father's love. Adrien's at a point where he's pretty sure he can only have one of those three things, but he's doing his best to juggle all three of them.

They aren't always compatible. He's doing his best, though.

Series. Summary taken from the first fic. This gets heavy, but the adrino friendship really shines here as Nino supports Adrien in the aftermath of Gabriel’s abuse.

when the dust clears, there is only us by blight_light

Alya figured out that Marinette was Ladybug after she knocked out a bank robber and defused a hostage situation using nothing but a ping pong ball and a bandana. Nino figured out that Adrien was Chat Noir when he rolled under a table and Chat Noir rolled out. A glass table.

A collection where Alya and Nino are helping their superhero BFFs

One-shot. This fic is an amazing mix of hilarious and heartfelt and it just fills my heart with so much joy!!

the naming of cats by @guardiankarenterrier

"Dude, you know once we beat Hawkmoth you can go by whatever you want, right?" Nino finally offers, not entirely sure if it's the right thing to say. He can't keep saying nothing, though, because he's not gonna let his friend think he's being ignored. He never wants him to think that. "Like, you're a hero of Paris, man. You wanna go ahead and change, just, like, your whole name to Chat Noir, pretty sure they'll let you. Pretty sure they can't stop you, honestly."

Plagg's quiet little rumble takes on a note of approval.

One-shot. This is so beautiful and heartbreaking and Nino’s such a good friend and excuse me please I need to go have a little cry. I love them so much.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #adrino #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #platonic adrino #ml fic recs #ml fanfic #friendship #jennarecsml

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circusgoth-dotcom · 9 months

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Pure & Renowned (Pt. 2)

Ship: Sinclair Bryant x Corey Kennan

Word Count: 1720

Summary: The (lengthy) part two to Pure & Renowned, in which Corey is invited to the estate Sinclair lives on and the two officially begin dating, set a month after part one. CWs for food mentions, some feelings of anxiety, some very vague allusions to canon iykyk. Part two of two.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

During the following weeks, Corey and Sinclair met like clockwork in that cafe, swapping ice-breakers and learning about each other’s worlds. Sinclair learned Corey lived in a tiny studio apartment and worked at a thrift shop, but what he really wanted was to be able to survive off of his art. He learned that Corey was from America, but his specific mental cocktail had him quickly picking up a mix of local accents and unintentionally assimilating well into his new environment with this “neat party trick.” For once, Sinclair did not feel the need to fill any potential dead air with his usual ramblings, even when Corey willingly spoke much less than him. Of course, when asked about himself, Sinclair did his best to avoid talking too much of his past and instead focused on his wide array of interests, from natural disasters to multi-language literature.

After a month of this, Sinclair invited Corey out to the estate for lunch and a grand tour. Today was the day; Corey sat in the back of a cab, watching rolling green countryside drift by the tinted windows. Frankly, he was nervous, travelling this far out of the city, alone, but Sinclair had assured him via call that he would be waiting for them when they got there. He couldn’t help but gasp as the cab finally pulled up to a vast and gorgeous home, all pale brick and glittering windows. He paid his fare and exited, relief spreading through him as Sinclair rushed down the gravel path, waving his thanks to the cab driver as they pulled away. He grabbed Corey’s hands excitedly.

“Corey, my friend, welcome! How was the drive?”

“Quiet,” Corey spoke truthfully, his cheeks warming up and his smile coming easily. “And without mishap, thankfully, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long--”

“No, no, you’re right on time. One of my neighbours, Edwinna, has prepared a lovely banquet, I hope it’s to your liking.”

Hand-in-hand, Sinclair led them through the house and into a three-season room where a large table had been set with numerous foods and birds fluttered about the rafters.

“Everyone, this is Corey Kennan. Corey, this is everyone.”

They traded polite greetings and sat down. Corey’s nerves returned as he eyed the meal before him, unsure of what was “safe” and what wasn’t, frightened by the unfamiliarity of it all. Quietly clearing his throat, he set to stacking things onto his plate.

“It looks delicious,” he half-fibbed, trying to remain positive. After all, Sinclair had so graciously invited him, he didn’t want to offend him over something that shouldn’t be that big of a deal. It didn’t take long for Sinclair to dominate the conversation amongst his peers, chattering on about whatever he hadn’t told Corey yet this week and keeping the energy high and light. However, they were still glad when the food began to disappear and people began to excuse themselves, prompting Sinclair to stand and offer Corey his hand once more.

“Shall we begin the tour?”

Swallowing the last bite of a meat-based dish that he found tolerable, Corey nodded and stood, taking Sinclair’s hand in his.

“Oh yes, please. I’ve never been in a house so big!”

Sinclair chuckled happily and the two set off, first making a stop at his kitchen, where he opened his freezer and pulled out a white cup with a thin plastic seal on top. “Italian Ice?” He offered. “I’ve got Lemon or Raspberry.”

“Lemon, please. Thank you.”

Sinclair nodded and picked up a second cup, handing it to Corey before closing the freezer and turning to a drawer, retrieving two spoons. “I presume you can walk and eat, yes, a mind as vast as yours?”

“I can try my best.” They grinned and opened the cold treat, following Sinclair out onto the lawn where he began to explain the history of each building on the land. Most of them were houses, belonging to Sinclair’s unique, passionate, and stupidly rich neighbours, but there was also a church and a library, almost as if the estate were its own little village.

“As you can imagine, I’m actually quite dull in comparison. I thought I’d stand out like a sore thumb amongst these pricks, what a laugh. I bet I’m even the poorest one fortunate enough to live here.”

“You’re also quite young compared to them, don’t you think?” Corey quirked up his eyebrow as he slurped up a spoonful of lemon ice. Sinclair appeared confused.

“I mean… I’m forty-five…” He shrugged, reaching for the back of his neck. “Some would consider that ‘old.’”

Corey scoffed. “No way! You’re farther from a hundred than you are from twenty, Sinclair, you’re not old. Your neighbours must be grandparents at this point!” He then laughed, beaming, and Sinclair felt as if he were walking on air. He couldn’t help it, gazing at his friend with a smitten expression. They continued, walking away from the houses and down toward the river that bordered the edge of the property, complete with a dock where expensive-looking boats bobbed silently in the green water.

“Do you own one of these?” Corey asked, bending down to pick up a smooth stone from the riverbank.

“Oh, yes, but I know nothing about them. That’s why I have Fernando, my ship captain. I’d have him take us down the stream, but he’s off today.”

“Fancy that. The man who’s fascinated by everything doesn’t know anything about one subject,” Corey teased, attempting to skip the stone across the water. It bounced twice before plunging into the depths. “Ahh, I was never good at this.”

“Just because I’m interested in things doesn’t mean I have a big enough head to retain everything that could ever be known about those things. Let me try.” Sinclair smiled and handed off his raspberry ice before scanning the dirt for his own stone. Selecting one and winding his arm back, he gave it a good sling, watching the rock skip halfway across the water before sinking- much farther than Corey’s had gone.

“I’d applaud you but I don’t want to drop the ice.”

The two dissolved into pleasant giggles, and Sinclair was suddenly sure he did not want Corey to leave, at least not anytime soon.

“Is there anything else you’d like to do or know about?” He asked, taking his ice back.

“Well, maybe it’d just be nice to sit for a moment. Conversing or not, I don’t care. Sometimes it’s fun just to watch the world go by… and sometimes it’s terrifying.” Corey shrugged. Sinclair nodded, pausing to admire him some more before waving his hand and starting forward.

“Come on, then. There’s a bench in the shade around here somewhere.”

And so they sat, finishing their flavoured ice and watching Sinclair’s neighbours mill about. The ones closer in age to him had young children, presumably the grandchildren of the older individuals living on the estate. It wasn’t all silence, with Sinclair telling Corey about the wood the bench was made out of, leading to them discussing their favourite types of trees, and Corey insisting Sinclair look up at the clouds and try to imagine what he saw in their ever-changing shapes. When they finished their treats, they set the cups on the ground beside the bench, resting the spoons inside. When they sat back up, their hands fell on top of each other’s on the bench, prompting them to look at each other.

“I really like you, Sinclair,” Corey admitted, not moving his hand. Sinclair smiled.

“I think you’re bloody fantastic, myself, Corey.”

There was a long but not uncomfortable pause, filled with the now-distant sounds of the river and wild, screaming children.

“I don’t mean to move too fast, but…” Corey began. Sinclair’s heartbeat quickened at those words, his eyes widening slightly. They looked away. “No, forget it… I wouldn’t want to throw away what we’ve got going on now for something that might…”

“Tell me. What is it you want to say?” Sinclair forced himself to say it. Yes, he was terrified of the answer, but he wanted to hear it. Corey bit his lip, then slowly looked back at him again.

“You really want to know?”

“Of course. Your mind is like… a top-of-the-line picturehouse. I’d buy a ticket just for the experience.”

Corey blushed, staring deeply into Sinclair’s russet brown eyes. “I was wondering if we could date. Do you… do you like me like that?”

It was as if a fireworks factory had been set ablaze inside Sinclair’s body, and for once he was created speechless. Still, he hated the worried look spreading over Corey’s round features and forced himself to speak, sounding all too serious. “I only have one question.”

“Yes, Sinclair?”

He swallowed. “Do you have any siblings?”

Corey regarded him bewilderedly. “Wha…? No, I don’t have any siblings. Only child, closest thing I have is a cousin who I love dearly… why do you ask??”

Sinclair exhaled, comforted and relaxing just a bit. “No reason. No reason at all.” Absently, he reached up and caressed Corey’s cheek. Flustered, Corey leaned into the touch. “Yes. Let’s try this dating thing. I can’t reveal too much, it pains me a great bit, but my last relationship was akin to a dumpster fire.”

“Oh, Sinclair, I’m so sorry--”

“You didn’t know. But I do like you an awful lot, and I certainly wouldn’t mind having you in my life more consistently. Speaking of which, there’s an extra room I’ve been renovating but I’ve no clue what to do with it, so I was wondering, would you like a real studio? You know, for your art?”

Corey covered his mouth with his fingers. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Sinclair, you are too much.” They happily embraced him, wrapping their arms around his shoulders and burying their face in his neck. Hesitantly, he hugged them back, squeezing them tight and letting his eyes close, inhaling their scent. How comforting it was in this moment.

“Maybe it’s because the world doesn’t have enough.”

“Enough what, Sinclair?” Corey asked, pulling back.

“Just enough, in general. Shall we do dinner on Friday? Six’o’clock? Six-thirty?”

“Oh, damn, I close the thrift shop then… I won’t be off until eight.”

“Fine by me. We’ll just order take-out.”

“That sounds wonderful, Sinclair. Really, truly wonderful.”

#self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #f/o #fictional other #s/i x f/o #circus scripts #📈Life’s Eccentricities🍴#🍔🎬.s/i

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ugetelynx · 18 days

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20 questions for fic authors!

Was tagged by the lovely @wisecrackingeric-2 thanks eric <33

1, How many works do you have?

I only have 12 posted for now mainly cause I’ve been struggling to finish fics but I PROMISE I have a TON of content when I get around to finishing them :)

2, Ao3 word count?

94,524 lmao 😭 didn’t think it’d be that much with only 12 fics considering most are only around 1-4k in length with the occasional 6k (with 28-29k from my two multi chapter fics)

3, What fandoms do you write for?

Resident evil mostly, with the occasional genshin thrown in :)

4, What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. It Starts With Love (And It Ends With You)

2. We’ll Be Alright

3. Wake Me Up When It’s All Over

4. Blissful Body Worship (NSFW) (You need an account to read)

5. Tension (NSFW) (same thing, sorry but I try and limit the people who see my nsfw fics lmao)

5, Do you respond to comments?

Not at all the time!!!! 90% of the time I don’t know how to reply but TRUST I see EVERY SINGLE ONE <333 I may not respond but I can guarantee I’m probably giggling like a kid over it

6, What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m gonna have to say Love Me Like We Have It All on this one, while one fic has canonical character death in it, I’d still say this one is more angsty cause the other one is grief focused and this one is just ouchie at least to me!!

7, What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It’s gonna be We’ll Be Alright but it’s still a W.I.P so I’ll say my re4r rewrite (It Starts With Love (And It Ends With You)) has the happiest ending instead lmao

8, Do you get hate on fics?

Surprisingly no! Even when I wrote trans luis sex I’ve gotten nothing but support lol. One day though I’ll get to frame my first hate comment 🙏

9, Do you write smut?

Who do you think I am? Of course I do lmao. My only two published/finished nsfw fics are Blissful Body Worship and Tension, but I do have an re6 serennedy smut in the works along with a Great Gatsby x Serennedy au smut (same with some scaraxiao smut)

10, Crossovers?

Never done one, never plan too 🙏 I’ve made aus and such (points at my great gatsby x resident evil au) but i’ve never done crossovers nor plan too. Too much headache for me lmao

11, Ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12, Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13, Ever co-wrote a fic before?

Yes actually! My friend and I have been working on a genshin au fic but its currently on pause due to our irl lives

14, What’s your all time favorite ship?

*Looks up from my fifty serennedy drawings* Huh

15, What’s a wip you wanna finish but doubt you ever will?

My mermaid au that was supposed to be for @hamartia-grander’s serennedy week :(

I lost so much motivation during that time and despite being SO excited about my mermaid au I just couldn’t push myself to finish it and whenever I go back to try and finish it my mind blanks on where I wanna take the fic :(

Really sucks cause I adored the concept and my initial thoughts for the AU

16, What are your writing strengths?

I have. No fucking idea my friends can answer this one for me they read my fics before BAKCNSKC

17, What are your writing weaknesses?

Not knowing when it’s.. too many words. Or too little words 😓

I love have long descriptions cause they’re fun to write but I’ve been told it gets too much, but I also get told if I don’t write descriptions and such it makes it feel too short

So I struggle to find a medium if that makes sense

18, Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I’m learning Spanish for this exact reason :) I love having Luis speak Spanish in my fics so I’m learning both to better write it and to be able to communicate with my friends easier!

Big thank you to @mooseonahunt for helping me now and again with it!

19, First fandom you wrote for?

Resident Evil :) my first ever fic was my resi4make rewrite

20, Favorite fic you’ve written?

Not to toot my own horn but my current favorite fic is my how to train your dragon x resident evil au :) it’s a wip right now, and might even turn into a multi-chapter fic who knows! But so far I’m really proud with what I’ve got going!

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i-cant-stop-fandoming-help · 2 months

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Mission; scarlet stars fantasy au (working on finding a name)

-Prologue; kayl-

Notes before story; i dont write multi chapter fics often. And character behaviors might not be 100% accurate to those when the full game comes out(relying on the demo rn), but im having fun! Also, since its still small, MSS was originally created by my buddy, boris! As an instaronpa. Now its becoming a full on game and hes directing it, alongside one other persob and a team. Id give the demo a try! Its on itch.io(? I think thats what its called).

Promotion aside, ive never written a huge fantasy stoey before. Mostly vampires n dragons. Ive been having fun with this though! I get to write and design fantasy appearances for the characters. (Still fighting the urge to give bear-taur mezsha a bear nose...).

Also, while i created a few ocs for this au, Ivernake is not one. Hes from the original mss!! (Not in the demo tho).

Cordelia and casper are two of said ocs. Others that might show up are; atlas, caspian, athena(named after the greek god), and a few unnamed dragon ocs.

Also i hope i wrote this right im not great at writing in the perspective of characters who are meant to be the big bads of the story. And i hope the hunters are written at least okay. I have covid rn and i havent been able to do anything othwr than write and overthink and im overthinking rn lol. Im trying. Not beta read really.

“Captain!,” A heavily scarred man shouted, holding onto a net and heaving it onboard, “We got one of them fish beasts!”

Kayl walked down the stairs very slowly, gripping the hand rail and walking to the flailing mermaid cautiously. “Get some water, now. We need them alive.” He ordered as he squatted down in front of them.

The crewmate scrambled away to grab a bucket, leaving Kayl to talk to the so-called beast.

“Oi,” he started, “What’s your name.”

The mermaid met his gaze, yellow eyes glinting in fear as they trembled. “...Cordelia.”

The red-head glanced over his shoulder as the crewmate returned. The bucket had droplets of water dribbling down the side, causing the mermaid’s eyes to widen in desperation. She reached her hand out and caught a droplet in her palm, sighing with relief and struggling to catch more.

“Cordelia. I have a deal for you,” Kayl said roughly, knocking on the deck to get her attention, “if you tell me where to find harpies and avians, I’ll set you free.”

The bluenette mermaid looked hesitant for a few seconds before she nodded. “Okay. There’s a a flock of harpies north of here. You’ll know you’re close to them when you pass a large oak.”

Kayl nodded, grabbing the bucket from his crewmate and splashing some water onto Cordelia. “One more thing before i let you out of the net, do you know if any of those birdies is in contact with a mage?”

Cordelia wrinkled her nose at that, slapping her tail on the deck in frustration. “I don’t. Please, let me free now.”

Kayl stood up with a sigh, waving his head. “Well, i am a man of my word… Casper, undo the net and toss the fish overboard. There’s one more of these beasts that I must talk to.”

The creature had been on the ship for days, refusing to address the crewmates or the captain. They had been starved, dehydrated, even threatened. But they refused to speak. Kayl was sure it’d change today.

“Moth,” he said smoothly, briskly making his way to the cage, “are ya ready to speak? Name first. And then I’ll ask questions.”

The moth-creature looked up gloomily, their eyes sunken with exhaustion and hunger and thirst. “...Ivernake.”

“I’ve heard of ya. Famous boxer, i think? Must make loooots of money. I got a proposal for ya; if you give us a few thousand gold, we’ll let ya leave! Deal?” Kayl stuck his hand in the cage, cracking a grin.

Ivernake scoffed, smacking his hand away. “You aren’t getting anything from me. No matter what you and your scum crewmates do, i’m not gonna give you anything for my freedom if it risks others like myself being hurt. I’d rather die.”

The captain’s face became a sneer. “Then die you will.” He hissed, drawing the sword from his hip and planting it directly in the middle of the moth’s back.

Just as he drew his blade out and let the boxer fall to the ground, his crewmates broke into a riot. “CAPTAIN!”, one yelled. “SHE’S BACK!” Another screamed.

Kayl dove for cover before looking up. That purple-haired vulture had made a return, her arms full of bottles and her wings flapping furiously against the wind.

Drop, smash, drop, smash. It started with small yellow bursts, but then it grew larger. The ship began to sink, the cages began to slip around on the deck. His crewmates were wailing and abandoning ship.

It took a lot of effort for Kayl to stand up, but he managed. The last thing he saw before he slammed into the water was the lifeless, unforgiving, eyes of Ivernake.

He didn’t feel remorse, though. He felt angry. He couldn’t die now, he refused to. He swam against the tide and gasped for air, watching as his ship sank to the dark abyss– and a feeling of hatred engulfed his heart. He watched as the vulture dove down for one single cage, dragging it up in her talons and calling for help.

Three more avians flew in and lifted the cage with the lifeless body inside.

How many times had that same group come to sink his ship, how many times had he lost a crewmate and some good money? He couldn’t keep count. He was mad, and he certainly wanted those birds gone for good.

-PROLOGUE: END-

#mission scarlet stars #mikas silly m:ss au #not tagging kayl because. idk i dont think he has a tag yet someone else can make it i think im responsible for chubee and aloiki and mezsha #s tags already

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theredcapeofk · 6 months

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20 Questions

Thank you @silv3reyedstranger for tagging me! Sorry for the delay, I needed to finish my Halloween fic first

How many works do you have on AO3?

22 with 4 still ongoing. This also includes 9 artworks (aside from the 6 in my illustrated fic)

2. What’s you total AO3 count?

177,544 words. Wow! I didn’t expect this much. Cool 🙂

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Supercorp

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My Eyes are up Here

Change my Direction

Gifts (My first posted Supergirl fic <3 )

It’s a Super Life

The Five Senses of Affection (I plan to update this one soon ;) )

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. Always. Sometimes it’s hard to not spoil the rest of the fic when I answer questions, but I love it when you guys ask questions. I respond to comments because I like to exchange thoughts with people who comment, or simply thank people who took the time to write something.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

@silv3reyedstranger I don’t like to copy but your answer is exactly what I think, so I’m mostly gonna keep what you said.

I'm really not the biggest fan of angsty endings (because it makes me sad), so I don't write them. I'd much prefer piling on the angst throughout and giving them a happy ending. There's too much sadness and grief in the world already, I feel like everyone should get a happy ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don’t know, they all end well, but since I need to choose one I'd say Don’t Leave Me because of what happens in the fic

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did, on Change my Direction a few chapters ago (which is basically a year and a half ago.). People(who had never commented before on this fic) had a lot to say about how I handled a specific chapter.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes I do (I think most of my stuff is rated E on Ao3 lol). I’d say mostly fluff. And…what would you call Kara and Lena have been longing for each other for years and finally decide to…?

I wrote more kinky stuff I haven’t posted yet. There’s angry sex in a fic I’m working on

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I did. Harry Potter and Charmed, City Hunter and Cat’s eyes (1980s and early 1990s mangas by the same author). I used to draw crossovers a lot which was a lot easier than trying to figure out how some characters could meet. I don’t think any of my written crossovers were too far-fetched, but my art on the other hand…I had the Golden trio from Harry Potter meet Naruto characters, and Outfit exchanges(with Naruto and other mangas) a few times in my art.

“Recently” I had Kate Kane and her step-sister visit Kara and Lena in Suddenly I’m in too deep. And I will write crossovers again with other characters from the Arrowverse

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

No one’s ever asked, so not that I know of. I’ve tried translating my own fics once upon a time, but what a hassle lol. Although that was back when I was writing in French so translating to English was harder (and my English was not what it is today), maybe it would be easier to translate my current fics in French, but I don’t really see the point lol

13. have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes 2 with @lenaralanvers. One is Let’s let go of our Broken Hearts (she did the actual writing but we took decisions together) and the second we haven’t posted yet.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

My OTP? I don’t know. I’ve loved all my ships with passion, still do. I think RonMione, Linzin, Korrasami and of course Supercorp will always hold a very special place in my heart.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I hope I’ll be able to finish all of my Supercorp ones in any shape or form. Sometimes I just write down a short idea and it turns into a multi chapter fic. Or sometimes I write something I think could be huge, but it turns out to be a few paragraphs and it’s just as finished as the fics I post online.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’m not good at knowing what I’m good at lol. I think I’m good with fluff scenes and how people react with their senses (sight, touch etc)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. Which is all the more frustrating because I usually get a very precise picture in my head but I can rarely show it with words.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don’t write entire dialogues in another language, just a few foreign sentences or words here and there. I like to keep it organic for the reader and this method is easier when it comes to including translation

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. I was desperately waiting for Book 5, and after theorizing for a while about serious plot points, one day I sat down to write goofy interviews given by the Golden trio to the Daily Prophet. The funny thing is, fanfiction came naturally to me, and I’m not sure I even knew the name of what I was writing then.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh that’s a tough one, because favorites tend to change. I can list a few that I love in chronological order (each one of these marked a milestone of some kind in my writing journey):

Il était une fois à Shinjuku (the City Hunter and Cat’s eye crossover),

A post Book 1 Korrasami and Borra fic (that I never posted anywhere so I never bothered to properly name it XD),

My eyes are up Here

The Five Senses of Affection

and Don’t Leave me

tagging a couple of people if ya’ll wanna take part! @spaceman-earthgirl @lenaralanvers @chaotic-super @inkedroplets @guessimreallyhere

#20 questions #this was fun #writing

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ecurai · 2 years

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Counterpart

Rihannsu starships ran colder than their Klingon or Federation counterparts.

Starfleet vessels aimed, in all things, for a kind of pleasant neutrality. Their climate controls were mild; not too cool for their short sleeves and light fabric, not too warm for long pants and multi-layered uniforms. Klingon ships, which historically placed far more engineering emphasis on weapons systems than anything else, had environmental systems perpetually fighting an honorable but doomed battle against tight quarters, naturally high Klingon body temperatures, and thick leather armor.

No such issue on the Ecurai. The warbirds of the Republic were kept cool—not cold, but not quite warm. You wouldn’t get a chill in shirtsleeves; but you’d certainly be more comfortable if you put on a light coat.

Which meant that Satra Valel registered the absence of a warm body in her bunk almost before she was fully awake.

That was, in and of itself, not unusual. They both had demanding jobs—Satra herself had vanished in the middle of the night plenty of times, in response to an urgent call from Sickbay.

But here, tonight? Having seen the things they had? 0400 hours, in geosynchronous orbit over Earth for the first time since the Undine…

She counted backward from one hundred and twenty. The cold sheets said that this was more than just a late-night trip to the restroom, but there was nothing to be gained by acting like a fussy mother hlai.

“Computer.” She pushed herself up on one elbow, reaching out to activate her PADD. “Locate Commander t’Dosai.”

There was no mild computerized voice to respond to the request; a wryly self-aware Rihannsu tendency toward subtlety and the ability to keep secrets had melded well with the coarse Iuruth sensibilities of the ship’s commander. Wasting air, Ael called it—taking the time and energy to make someone sit through hearing you out when you could have simply said what needed saying and let them move on with their lives. The ship’s computer sent a politely silent ping to Satra’s PADD, and left her in peace.

Starboard observation deck. It could be worse.

Deactivating the PADD, Satra sat up properly and pressed the heels of her palms firmly against her eyes. Finally, shaking herself, she picked up a second unit. The subspace comm line she was looking for was already near the top; there was a pause of less than two minutes before it was answered.

“Doctor Valel! It’s been far too long, my friend! Business or pleasure?”

Despite her concern, Satra smiled. “It’s good to see you, Kuumaarke. Do you happen to have my wife on the other line?”

Kuumaarke blinked mildly. “I’m afraid not, Doctor. Is she having difficulty connecting? I haven’t heard anything about communications issues in the Sol system…” A soft gasp. “But then, I wouldn’t have, would I! If the Ecurai isn’t able to broadcast—”

Sensing a solid five and a half minutes of concerned technobabble and possibly an Alliance-wide red alert in the making, Satra held up a hand to forestall any panic. “Kiuu mnekha. There’s nothing wrong, liorae’lagga. I just didn’t want to interrupt a private conversation.”

With a bright, warm laugh—the unforced sincerity that had led them to call her lightflower—Kuumaarke settled back in her chair. “Well, you may now feel free to interrupt away!” She grinned over a cup of what looked like some kind of tea. “And in future I do hope you feel free to insert yourself into any private conversation you wish, Doctor. I’m never too busy for such dear friends—though I might insist you let me finish my breakfast next time.”

After a moment, however, the humor dancing in Kuumaarke’s eyes faded. She glanced over her shoulder, then tapped something outside of camera range. When she leaned in again, lowering her voice, she had obviously changed the call audio to a private earpiece.

“Doctor,” she said. “How is the commander? Truly. I don’t wish to cross a boundary—I’ve seen some reports, I know some little of what she…what you all saw. But I haven’t…well, I suppose I felt I might not be the appropriate person to reach out to her. Given…”

Given how recently we were all fighting for our lives to get in a killing blow against a woman who looked exactly like you, Satra agreed silently.

Or, perhaps more pointedly: Given how openly your evil doppelganger was fantasizing about the sexual tortures she could dream up for us. Given how openly she warmed the bed of a woman who is terrifyingly, heartbreakingly identical to my wife.

Given how openly you’re half in love with the real one.

Something of that last thought must have shown on her face. Kuumarke didn’t quite flinch; but she shrank back into herself.

“Doctor,” she said, too quickly. Then, taking a sharp breath: “I hope—I realize, of course, that this goes without saying. You hardly need reassurance from me that—but, given the circumstances, I only—I hope you know that—I have nothing but respect and deep affection for both of you. All of you! Satra, I assure you, I would never—”

“Kuumaarke,” Satra said quietly. “I trust my wife.”

Kuumaarke colored faintly at the censure; Satra acknowledged it with a mildly raised eyebrow, then had the good manners to move on.

“I trust you as well,” she said. “And not just because if I mistrusted you it would mean I mistrusted Ael; and if I mistrusted Ael, I am a citizen of the Klingon Empire. I would have done something about it by now.” That at least got a small, embarrassed laugh. With Kuumaarke finally willing to make eye contact again, Satra said softly, “None of our human allies are responsible for the actions of the Terran Empire. You have done nothing wrong. Neither has she. I wish she would call you at four in the morning. It might help her realize that.”

Kuumaarke looked up with a painfully earnest expression “Thank you. Well. Jolan tru, Doctor. Best wishes go with you.”

Satra inclined her head, smiled, and cut the subspace link. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stood.

Starboard observation deck.

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“Come to bed.”

Ael didn’t jump; Satra wasn’t surprised; it took effort to sneak up on Ael t’Dosai. But she didn’t respond, either. Not beyond the faintest twitch in Satra’s direction, just enough to show that she wasn’t being ignored.

She was, otherwise, ignored.

Satra Valel had enough pride that she had once called her rescue by the fledgling Rebellion a conscription under duress for the sole reason that it had inconvenienced her—and enough spite that she had dropped the House prefix from the ancient family name t’Valel for the sole reason that the shattered remnants of noble Houses had formed the backbone of Sela’s Empire, and she had wanted nothing to do with it.

She did not generally respond well to being ignored.

She sighed. There was no heat in her voice when she spoke again.

“Come to bed, e’lev. I’ll make it an order if I have to.”

That, finally, got the ghost of a smile.

“This isn’t Starfleet,” she said, voice rough from lack of use.

“I never said I’d be speaking as your chief medical officer,” retorted Satra.

Another long, slow pause. Another faint twitch, another half-ghost of a smile.

“You win,” said Ael softly. She didn’t move to stand.

Satra, who had only very rarely seen her this bad, moved to sit by her instead.

The observation area was actually a small, out-of-the way room near the belly of the Ecurai. It had the novelty of a partially-clearsteel floor, and a gorgeous view of the contrails thrown by the starboard nacelle in a nebula, but was otherwise an unimpressive room—the real observation deck was the mess hall.

But what this unpopular retreat offered instead was privacy. Intended mostly to provide the lower-decks crew with a quiet place to read or finish their reports that was more comfortable than their barracks, it was rarely host to more than one or two people at a time. In the middle of delta shift, it was rarely host to anyone at all. And no one on this ship would intrude on their commander.

Well. Almost no one.

Warbirds were kept dim as they were kept cool; neither Starfleet neutral-white, nor the minimal nightvision guide strips of a Klingon battleship. Warm, gold-and-emerald recessed lighting provided just enough light to be comfortable—just enough light that the shadows cast across Ael’s scarred, exhausted face would never be quite deep enough to hide in.

Satra settled onto the padded bench across from her wife, and waited.

Three full minutes later, Ael said, “I’m glad she has a voicebox.” Another long minute later, she swallowed heavily. “She can never…pretend.”

She tried and failed to keep her heart from cracking in her chest. “Is that what you’ve been dreaming? Ael—” Then, “Look at me.”

Olive-green eyes flickered, flinched, and failed to hold her gaze. As gently as she could manage Satra reached out, placed the tips of two fingers under her wife’s chin, and turned her gaze back.

When Satra had first laid eyes on the woman, Ael had been a ragged, underfed scrap of a thing; some feral twenty-something in way over her head, dressed in the torn and smoke-stained rags of what had once been a cheap facsimile of a security uniform, with a shitty plasma pistol at her hip, an ashen face, and a knife’s-edge, fight-or-flight expression.

She’d steadied, over time. With Klingon and Starfleet support, that quivering desperation had faded. With enough food, more sleep, a change of clothes, she started to look less like a half-drowned kitten. And the moment she was offered command of a warbird and made a choice—a real choice, one she could have walked away from alive—was the moment Satra had seen the starfire in her veins for the first time.

“Ael ir’Iuruth t’Dosai,” she said softly. “Look at me. Look at me, dhael’stelam. What do you see?”

She’d steadied over time. But the hunted look in those beautiful green eyes had never left her. It never would entirely.

It was a privilege like none in the galaxy, to watch Ael slowly fold that fear away. The tension lines around her eyes softened, and life gradually began to return to her face as she smiled. A true smile, this time. Her eyes searched Satra’s.

“...Fire on the sea,” she murmured.

“Your wife,” Satra told her. “I hope.”

An old conversation. Fire and Water, she’d said, fingers tracing lightly over the back of Satra’s hand. Brushing calloused fingertips against her skin, raising pleasant goosebumps on the back of her neck. A creature of contradictions. A warrior and a healer, life and destruction, the most compassionate woman I’ve ever met who threw a rock at my head because I got myself hurt in the field, which is a contradiction if I’ve ever heard one—

Stop wasting air, Satra had retorted, and Ael had mimed a shot to the heart. And don’t speak poetry if you’re not going to bed me, Commander. It’s bad manners.

“Ael.” She let some steel—only a very little, but enough—into her voice. “My love. Do you think so little of me?”

Ael, gentle but firm, pulled her hand away. “She has the scar. She could have had my voice. She’s an assassin, i’Vorta. She wouldn’t have to fool anyone for long.”

“You’ve never seen your own face.” Satra released her wife’s chin without protest. “Of course you haven’t. You couldn’t know the difference. E’lev, you couldn’t mimic her if you tried. Your facial expressions are an active threat to Alliance operational security. To this day I have no idea how you managed to survive the Tal Shiar. There’s no need for Vulcan mind techniques with you in a room, you could have filibustered the Tricameron without saying a word.”

“Satra—”

“Ael. I know your name as well.”

A very, very weak smile. Finally, Ael rasped, “I’m just…glad she can’t use my voice.”

It was a solid, reliable distinction. A comfort, with the Inquisitor still at large in the Mirror Universe. Something to cling to. Except that their world had better reconstructive medicine than the Terrans' shattered universe. Except, of course, that Ael could easily receive the same injury as her counterpart. Be fitted with the same voicebox, and lose that easy identifier. Except that it would make no difference.

With deliberate care, Satra took her wife’s face between her hands.

“Do you think for a moment,” she whispered, “that I wouldn’t know you blindfolded?”

Whatever Ael saw in her face, the next argument died before she could voice it.

Satra pressed on. “It does not matter if she has your voice or you have hers. She has your face already and looks nothing like you, Ael. Don’t speak. You cannot order me to lie to you. You have never once looked yourself in the eye. I have watched your face for ten years, my starbird. I have fallen asleep to your voice for a decade. I know how you speak to me. I would hear your voice as clearly through a Terran voicebox as I hear it now.”

“Satra…”

“Don’t speak.” It came out like a prayer. “I know what a thousand forms of love look like in your eyes. I know how love sounds on your tongue whatever tech you might use to speak. And the moment any Terran inquisitor tried to use the name of my wife to hurt the people she loves, and thought a convenient scar or intact vocal cords would be enough to make me let her, I would gut her alive and send her screaming to the blackest fires of Gre’thor.”

For a long time they sat that way, foreheads pressed together, uneven breathing too loud in the empty room.

“You spend too much time around injured Klingons,” murmured Ael without opening her eyes.

"taHqeq,” Satra whispered. She brought their lips together. “Don’t speak.”

#ficlet #THIS ONE GOT EVEN LONGER #oh no #as usual protip: click through to the blog itself #for translations for the untranslated romulan

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fornassau · 1 year

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Rules and Characters Post!

Mun’s name is Castor, but I will answer to Tori as well. I am transmasc and my pronouns are he/they. I’m pushing 40 and have written for well over 25 years.

This is an independent multi-muse blog for several characters from the show Black Sails and the novel Treasure Island. Muses will be listed at the bottom. You can hit up my inbox anytime with RP memes or otherwise, I love plotting but I like spontaneous writing as well! Feel free to hit up my private messages and I’ll get back to you as soon as I am able.

Since this is based off rather violent characters, there will be NSFW on this blog. I will not write any NSFW content with anyone that is not of the appropriate age. Some things can get very dark and if you have certain triggers, please warn me ahead of time before writing. Also please remember that the opinions of the muses on this blog are their opinions. I don’t necessarily agree with everything that they do.

I like to write semi-para or multi-para, but sometimes I’ll answer asks with shorter responses. I like when others have the same sort of style but I realize that it’s not for everyone. You don’t have to match my post length.

I reserve the right to drop threads. It just happens sometimes, I think all of us writers go through it. I love asks, but I’ll respond to the ones I can and really feel. Also, I’m not a stickler about replies and I’ll never harass you for one so please don’t do that to me! However mun is very nice and ND, and likes to check in on his lovely writing partners. Sometimes this has been misconstrued and I’ve been treated like shit. Really, I’m a friendly person. ^^<3 I like getting to know those I write with.

I ship chemistry. And I like to write far more than just ships. I love drama, anguish, pain and suffering. If you do have an incling on wanting to ship some of my boys, we can always discuss it.

I can’t follow back from this blog as it is a side blog, but I’ll be following you back from my main blog which is @bxnnxrxd . Feel free to follow that main blog and feel free to follow my Our Flag Means Death blog, @izzyeffinhands .

Crossovers and OCs are welcome to engage with any of my pirate folks. I love Our Flag Means Death as well as Pirates of the Caribbean, and anything age of sail, so feel more than welcome to bring your characters here.

The following is a list of muses I write for Black Sails. If you have any questions, feel free to ask away. Flint is the favored muse of this blog.

Billy Bones.

Captain Flint, aka James McGraw.

Calico Jack Rackham.

Captain Charles Vane.

Lord Thomas Hamilton.

#rules and muses #black sails #black sails rp #our flag means death #our flag means death rp #pirate rp #historical rp #pirates of the Caribbean #pirates of the Caribbean RP #potc #potc rp #captain flint #thomas hamilton #billy bones #jack rackham #Charles vane

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pleasantspark · 2 years

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first times by Brxkxn_Fxxth

Fandoms: The Transformers (IDW Generation One)

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

M/M, Multi, Other

Complete Work

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Cyclonus (Transformers)/Rose (Self-Insert)

Tailgate (Transformers)/Rose (Self-Insert)

Tailgate/Whirl (Transformers)

Cyclonus/Whirl (Transformers)

Cyclonus/Tailgate/Whirl (Transformers)

Cyclonus/Tailgate/Whirl (Transformers/Rose (Self-Insert)

Whirl (Transformers)/Rose (Self-Insert)

Cyclonus/Tailgate (Transformers)

Whirl (Transformers)

Cyclonus (Transformers)

Rose (Self-Insert)

Tailgate (Transformers)

Orgy

Foursome - M/M/M/Other

Whirl Being Whirl

Another Whirl x Rose fic

I seriously love this crack ship

I ship Cyclonus/Whirl/Tailgate

This was an experiment

I am severally late for this fic

I am feeling unwell at the moment.

Kinktober 2022

Kinktober

Brxkxn_Fxxth Kinktober 2022

Prompt: First Time & Orgy/Moresome

First Time

Loss of Virginity

Whirl is a virgin in this fic

Semi-Canonical Character

OTP Feels

Imagine your OTP

OTPtober

otp

Cywhirlosegate OTP

Summary:

rose brings up having sex for the first time with whirl who admits he never really had sex before, rose admits this as well, and the pair decided to go to cyclonus and tailgate for help, which ultimately leads to a orgy. kinktober day five: first time & orgy/moresome

Series:

Part 5 of Kinktober 2022

Part 6 of Self Insert Stuff

Part 4 of Transformers MTMTE

Part 2 of Polygamous Fics

Part 6 of Transformers

“I’ve been wanting to have sex with you for awhile now, it’s been on my mind for awhile…” Rose admits and Whirl blushed, cooling fans kicking in, sex? THAT’S what she’s been thinking about? He was worried for NO reason.

He needs to stop jumping to conclusions, it only would get him nowhere. But that opened up an even more concerning thing, bringing up the topic of sex really got to him, he was what you call a cybertronian virgin.

Meaning he never bonded nor had sex with anyone and thus, was inexperienced. He didn’t know what to say to Rose. “... Rose, that… That sounds amazing but…” Whirl said.

“But what?” Rose asked. Whirl looked nervous.

“Um, I’m a virgin…” Whirl mumbles. His gaze unyielding this was so embarrassing. Rose blushes too.

“I am a virgin as well.” Rose said, Whirl’s optics widened, he didn’t expect Rose to be in the same boat as he was, but now that the two of them established moral grounds with one another, there’s this nagging question…

How were they going to engage sexually if both of them were virgins? They could go to Ratchet for safe sex, but Whirl would feel very embarassed if he were to do something like that. He wasn’t the type of mech to get intimate. It was a miracle that he was able to get Rose.

“So,,, How are we able to do this?” Whirl asked.

“We can help!” Said a voice, Whirl and Rose turned to face the voice, It was Tailgate, he fell out of the vents. Whirl scoffed and placed his claws on his hips.

‘What is with everyone and falling out of the vents?’ Rose asked herself.

#transformers #transformers idw #transformers mtmte #mtmte #idw mtmte #mtmte cyclonus #mtmte tailgate #mtmte whirl #cygate #cywhirlgate #maccadam #kinktober day five #kinktober: first time & orgy/moresome #I rushed through this because I couldn't focus #. 🎃 ; kinktober 2022 #. 💕 ; txt.jpg #. 💞 ; txt #. 💕 ; fanfiction.jpg

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sssardonian-ssserpent · 1 year

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((I’m absolutely 10000% down for polyships, absolutely! Though I personally tend to judge which muses I’d want to do polyships for based on if I feel the muse would prefer a poly or monogamous ship. So for the record:

Main Sir Pentious: Currently taken in a monogamous relationship. No poly.

Succubus Pentious: Definitely, definitely all for poly, because he would definitely not want to, nor would be able to sustain a monogamous relationship, at least in a sexual sense. It would be quite impossible for him to be faithful to one person as a lust demon who fucks others constantly for both recreation and as a freelance career.

Carny Pentious: I’ve been getting the vibes that he’s probably demisexual so poly would be hard for him but not impossible, so yeah, I’d be down to see if a dynamic could be made.

Lucifer: Technically is monogamously married to Lilith BUT polyships are still very much open since their marriage is very much open and their bond pretty much inseparable. That, and nothing says the poly can’t also include Lilith as a member.

Swap Angel: Absolutely open to polyships, no question. He’s a definite pansexual and probably would get bored just being with one person anyway.

Rosie: Monogamous. I feel like she’d never really had a full lover before but if she ever did have one they’d capture her heart completely.

Stella: After that fucking trainwreck of a marriage with Stolas, she is ABSOLUTELY NOT going to do anything with monogamy for a long time. Poly all the way.

Striker: If love is even a thing this ice cold bastard can feel, yeah, I can see him being ok with polyamory.

Husk: Monogamous, maybe. Haven’t gotten a vibe for Husk yet.

Vox: Very much open to polyshipping, especially with Velvette and Valentino.

Sir Pentious (Multi-Muse): Polyamorous, maybe? Again, haven’t gotten much of a vibe. He’s far too much of an anti-social recluse to accurately know. If anything I feel like he’d go with the standards of whoever he first starts dating.

#mun post #ooc post #dash commentary

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victorluvsalice · 2 years

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AU Thursday: Fairy Tale AUs Return! (Well, One Does, Anyway. . .)

You can blame @nitewrighter and their incredible “Cindy” AU (check it out, guys, it’s on AO3 now too!) and my friend @nebbychan working on a Valice “Beauty And The Beast” AU for this. XD

Okay, so, back in 2019, I did a series of posts detailing some fairy tale AU ideas I had for some of my favorite ships -- namely, a LizJangles take on Beauty And The Beast; Vemiglot/Everdortmack takes on Snow White and The Little Mermaid; and a Valice take on Cinderella. I concluded it with a post where I detailed that I would LIKE to do some sort of multi-fairy-tale AU for Vemilicia, but I wasn’t sure how to work it with four people and four fairy tales, so I put it on the back burner.

Fast forward to the present, and -- inspired by those above -- I have finally come up with a multi-fairy-tale-AU I rather like! Though I should note, the ship isn’t Vemilicia anymore.

It’s Four Victorians On A Roller Coaster.

Yes, apparently the missing ingredient all this time was Smiler. And now that they’re here (and I’ve finally found a suitable fairy tale for Victoria), this show has gotten on the road so fast it’s a little concerning. There is a LOT of worldbuilding going on in this head of mine, folks, but let me see if I can give you the simple version:

-->The fairy tales and their respective “protagonists” in this world are:

Victor Van Dort - Snow White: Probably one of the obvious ones, really. As usual, Victor’s the son of the king and queen of the small-but-rapidly-upcoming kingdom of Dort, known for its riches thanks to the abundant fish in the oceans off its coast. Nell, in this universe, contracted with a Fae to have a child “with skin as white as snow, hair as black as ebony, quiet and kind and fair.” Nine months later, she was furious to have given birth to a boy. The Fae, Air, told her that maybe Victor would later decide they were a princess -- Nell’s furious response of “I don’t want a boy who thinks he’s a girl, I want a girl” ticked Air off so much that they immediately cursed her to be barren the rest of her days, forcing her to deal with the child she had. Victor grew up very much knowing he was supposed to be a princess, and it hasn’t done good things to his head.

Victoria Everglot - Catskin: What the hell is “Catskin,” you ask? It’s a “Cinderella” variation where the protagonist is a princess/high-born woman in hiding from her parents, and who uses the super-fancy dresses she picked up before going into hiding to attend a series of balls and win the heart of the prince. I chose this particular fairy tale because “Catskin” has the girl on the run from an unwanted marriage (with the fancy dresses being gifts from the suitor that the suitor wasn’t supposed to be able to procure), while most of the other variations of this type have the girl running from her own father’s attempt at an incestuous marriage after the death of her mother. Victoria’s got enough to deal with, thank you! Anyway, she’s the daughter of the rulers of the large-and-old kingdom of Glot, next-door neighbors to Dort, whose fortunes have been slowly but surely dwindling. Maudeline and Finis very much wanted a son and heir, and were extremely disappointed when their child turned out to be a girl -- and even more so when the royal physicians said that Maudeline would never bring another baby to term. So basically Victoria’s been ignored by her own parents most of her life, shunted off on her nanny and maid Hildegarde. This has not exactly done good things to her head either.

Emily Merrimack - The Little Mermaid: Another one that was probably obvious from the older posts -- but the twist on this one is that Emily didn’t start as a mermaid. What happened here is, Emily was born a minor nobleman’s daughter in Dort, and gained a reputation as a town beauty as she grew up. An “Edward Barkis” rolled into her hometown one day and wooed her, convincing her to run away with him and get married -- but he was only after the gold and jewels he brought, robbing and killing her before dumping the body into the sea to hide the evidence. In this universe, though, if a person dies at sea or is dumped there shortly after the fact, they are given the opportunity to reincarnate as a merperson. Emily took the chance, and soon became a beloved member of “Below,” what the merpeople call their home. She’s particularly close to Elder Gutknecht, the wise old wizard who provides spells and potions for those who need it. She’s still upset over the fact that she got murdered rather than married, and kind of misses the land a bit, but she’s happy enough with her new life below the waves.

Alice Liddell - Cinderella: Again, as you might have guessed from above, though like Emily’s Mermaid, this is a little different from my original conception. Alice was born the second daughter of a respected teacher in Dort, and grew up happily with her mother, father, and older sister Lizzie -- right up until one Angus Bumby entered their lives and decided he had to have Lizzie despite her obvious hatred for him. He broke into the Liddell home, had his way with poor Lizzie, then burnt the house down, leaving poor traumatized eight-year-old Alice the only survivor. While she recovered in the local hospital, he then set himself up as a philanthropist rehabilitating problem orphans and rebuilt the Liddell house to serve as his Houndsditch Home headquarters. He took in two apprentices/wards from their uncle -- Dennis and Columbus Tweedle -- and then, when Alice was about thirteen or so, adopted her from the orphanage and turned her into a servant into her own house to keep an eye on her. Alice, while not aware that he started the fire, knows something isn’t right about this whole situation. . .unfortunately, she doesn’t have the evidence, time, or reputation to call Bumby, Dee, and Lum out on their bullshit -- she’s just barely getting by herself these days, with her only real friend being the barn cat, Cheshire, whom she imagines talks to her and gives her good advice. Again, not doing good things to her head!

Smiler - N/A at present: Okay, so -- Smiler’s deal in this world is that they and all the other Secret Weapon coasters (Nemesis, Oblivion, Galactica (formerly Air), Th13teen, and Wickerman) are Fae creatures -- Rita’s around too, but as a human who chose to stay permanently in their realm after starting a relationship with Th13teen. I wanted to give them a specific fairy tale as well, but I’m having trouble finding one to pair with them (thought I had something with a friendly twist on “Rumplestilskin,” but I can’t think of a way to work the “spinning straw into gold” thing into my plot), so right now they’re “generic fairy helper character.” Anyway, Smiler and their fellow Fae live in a section of the Fairy Realms accessible by walking between the towers of the ancient Alton castle. They’re all explicitly friendly Fae -- yeah, some of them can act like edgelords on occasion, and they’re not above spooking people just for a laugh, but it’s all in good fun! Humans are allowed to come and go as they please, and all of the food is offered freely and without any “you have to stay here forever if you eat of it” enchantments. (Other enchantments may apply.) Smiler in particular is known as the “Minister of Joy” and enjoys trying to make people happy, though occasionally they’re a little overenthusiastic about it.

-->The actual plot kicks off when Victor Van Dort is engaged to Victoria Everglot for their parents’ and kingdoms’ mutual benefit -- the Dorts will gain an old and proud ally and have their status as a new kingdom greatly raised; the Glots will get access to some of the Dort fishing wealth. However, before Victoria can even travel to meet her intended groom, a “Lord Barkis Bittern” -- claiming to hail from the kingdom of “Burton” -- rolls into town and starts presenting himself as an alternative candidate. Maudeline and Finis, who don’t particularly like Nell and William, are only too happy to contemplate him as a son-in-law; Victoria, by contrast, was already not keen on marrying someone she’d never met -- but is even LESS keen on marrying THIS asshole. Her maid, Hildegarde, suggests she ask for some sort of expensive token that only the Van Dorts can provide -- Victoria promptly demands a dress as gold as the sun and as silver as the moon.

-->The Van Dorts actually manage to create this dress (and it actually looks good despite Nell trying to make it more complicated than it needs to be), and it’s sent off to the Everglots -- but Barkis manages to intercept the package and pass the dress off as his own. Horrified and not believing for a moment Barkis got that dress himself, Victoria decides to run away. Hildegarde gives her some simple clothes and a coat of catskin (”it’s just the name of the fabric!”) to help disguise herself, and she bolts in the dead of the night. . .though she can’t help taking the dress with her, as it is beautiful. She ends up over the border in the small town of Newcrest in Dort, where she ends up getting work as a seamstress.

-->While all this is happening, Victor -- to help settle his own mind about all the nonsense surrounding his upcoming nupitals -- goes out on a boating trip. . .but a sudden storm wrecks his boat and separates him from his servants. Emily, in the area and seeing him about to drown, rescues him and brings him back to shore. A combination of her own lingering wish to walk on the land again coupled with “oh, this guy is cute” makes her decide that she wants to try becoming human again, and she goes to Elder Gutknecht for help. He discovers a spell that will allow her to trade her voice for a pair of human legs -- there’s a permanent version that involves cutting out her tongue entirely, and a temporary version which just takes some blood from it and comes with the caveat that she may never fully submerge herself in water again, lest legs and voice switch back. Emily, wanting to have the option to come back to her underwater home and NOT wanting to slice out her damn tongue, goes with the latter -- Gutknecht prepares the potion, and she swims to shore with a scavenged dress and drinks it. Wandering inland looking for a place to stay, she too finds Newcrest, and ends up working at the same seamstress shop as Victoria, where the two become fast friends.

-->Meanwhile, with his intended bride having vanished, Barkis decides the best use of his time is to go eliminate the competition. He crosses over to the Dort kingdom, disguises himself as a royal huntsman, and takes Victor out on a hunting trip -- where he tries to kill him, claiming he’s acting on orders from the Queen to cut out Victor’s heart and bring it to her to eat to try and end her own curse. Victor manages to escape the murder attempt and flee (knowing the woods better than Barkis) -- but, having grown up very well aware he was supposed to be a princess, he can’t quite shake the idea that his own mother might have tried to have him killed. He decides to go into hiding for a little while so he can determine if that was the truth and avoid other assassins. . .and what do you know, he ends up in Newcrest. Specifically, he ends up at the Ball & Socket pub and boarding house -- run by cook Ms. Plum, bartender and waiter Paul, singer and entertainer Sam “Bonejangles” Thatcher, and containing permanent boarders Generals Wellingdead and Bonesaparte, the town crier, and the local pastor, Galswells. Victor gives them a modified version of what happened (namely, he claims only to be the son of a nobleman, using his middle name “Fitzwilliam” as his last), and they tell him he can stay as long as he needs, earning room and board through odd jobs.

-->One of said jobs is helping Ms. Plum prepare and deliver food orders -- this is how he meets Victoria and Emily (lunch ordered at the shop; Emily recognizes him solely as the guy she saved, and explains through notes about her deal -- Victor thanks her again for her help and hopes she’s enjoying her time on land); Alice (meals ordered by Bumby and the Tweedles -- he’s taken by the sassy young woman who opens the door); and Smiler (a trip to the Alton Towers to drop off some pies; Smiler ends up guiding him through meeting all their fellow Fae, and Victor finds he likes their enthusiasm). The five end up becoming very good friends, Smiler using their magic to help with chores when they can.

-->This state of affairs goes on for a month, month and a half -- and then the royal carriage driver, Mayhew, ends up in Newcrest and recognizes Victor. He tells him that no, there was no plot against him by Nell, and Victor reluctantly agrees to come home with him, saying his goodbyes to his friends (still without revealing his true identity). The girls and Smiler are sad to see him go and express the hope that he can come visit again.

-->Upon Victor’s return, Nell decides to host a grand celebratory ball, inviting all good families of consequence in the kingdom along with a bunch of foreign princesses as Victoria’s still missing and she doesn’t trust her to show up again anytime soon. Victoria and Emily are naturally not invited, but Smiler is (well, there’s a group invitation for any of the Fae who might want to show up) --

-->As is Alice, since Arthur had JUST enough clout to qualify. Alice doesn’t have any expectation of winning the prince’s hand, but she’s only too happy for a night off from her horrible “family.” Victoria and Emily happily help kit her out for the big night -- but Bumby forbids it and allows the Tweedles to wreck Alice’s dress before sending them away to stay with friends for a night and leaving on business of his own. A devastated Alice is left crying in the courtyard --

-->Only for Smiler to show up, thinking they could head out together. They’re stunned and infuriated not only by what happened to Alice, but at Victoria and Emily’s hard work being ruined, and decides all three girls are coming with them to the ball. They whip up some new magical dresses for Emily and Alice (Victoria deciding to risk wearing the one she got from the Van Dorts, as she has added a few personal touches to it so it doesn’t look like EXACTLY the same dress), turn a pumpkin into a carriage, some dormice into horses, and Cheshire into a coachman, and they all head off to the ball. They’re just chilling into the corner when they spot Victor and are like “oh hey, his family must have been invited too!”

-->And then Nell yells at him, Victor calls her mother, and the mood changes to “WHAT THE FUCK HE’S THE PRINCE?!”

-->Victor, for his part, is pretty damn shocked too when his old Newcrest friends suddenly show up in the debutante line (yes, even Smiler, who joined out of sheer panic), and once the “formal” introductions are over with, there’s some whispered arguing about the whole thing (Victor pointing out that he was sure at least EMILY recognized him as the prince, with Emily writing protests that she just knew him as some guy who nearly drowned; also Victor recognizes Victoria’s dress after a bit and is like “hEY!”). They quickly get over it, though, and Victor spends as much time as possible with them, dancing with all of them (again, even Smiler) and just -- enjoying their company. Of course, this does have the unintended side effect of all of them realizing they’re in love with him -- yes, even Smiler. The girls and Smiler discuss things among themselves, and decide that they’ll let Victor pursue whoever he wants and they’ll figure things out after that. They also end up leaving early, around midnight, to avoid Victoria being found out by anyone else before she’s ready.

-->Unfortunately, this turns out not to be early enough -- unbeknownst to the girls, Barkis was in attendance in his “Burton nobleman” guise and recognized Victoria, while Bumby also dropped by and spotted Alice and immediately panicked over her getting close to both a prince and a Fae. Even worse, Barkis noticed his worry and started a conversation, and the two realized they both have vested interest in no one marrying the prince. Cue the worst team-up in the history of the world.

-->Post-ball, Victor’s feeling a little overwhelmed by royal life again, and asks politely if he could take a visit to Newcrest, saying that he could use some time to get his head together and decide on a potential bride. Nell is pleased to see him actually thinking about marriage proactively and gives permission, and he is escorted there by some guards. In the woods just outside the town, though, Victor has to stop for a bit for the “call of nature,” and the guards withdraw to give him some privacy --

-->Cue a disguised Bumby, posing as an apple peddler, showing up and offering the prince an apple. Victor, who loves apples, takes it and bites -- and has about two seconds to clock that it tastes funny before he’s on the ground, seemingly dead. Bumby flees, the guards find Victor, and the prince’s death is announced throughout the land. Victoria (who was JUST plucking up the courage to go home), Emily, Alice, and Smiler are all completely heartbroken.

-->A couple of days later, there’s a grand funeral, with Nell (going overboard as usual) having Victor lying-in-state in a glass coffin surrounded by a deep decorative fountain. The girls and Smiler all attend, grieving -- and this is when Smiler clocks that Victor’s not dead, but cursed, and rushes to the coffin to check what exactly the curse is with their magical senses. Turns out to be one of those “eternal sleep that looks like death” poisons! This means that one of the standard curse breaks, true love’s kiss, applies --

-->But, uh, who is that, exactly? The girls and Smiler are wondering how to offer themselves up as potential candidates -- when Barkis butts in and starts deriding Smiler, asking if Nell really wants to listen to this loon --

-->CUE EMILY RECOGNIZING HER MURDERER IN A RAGE. And, well aware that notes are not gonna cut it, she runs up and dives into the fountain to swap her legs back for her voice and emerges in full mermaid form to accuse him. A stunned Barkis is a little late in jumping to his own defense, but Bumby comes up to help him out -- which leads to Victoria and Alice storming the stage, so to speak, Victoria outing Barkis as the man who made her flee Glot and Alice asking why Bumby is helping out this known jackass. There’s quite a lot of shouting, and either Bumby or Barkis lets slip that the prince was an idiot for eating an apple sold by a stranger --

-->Hang on, the royal family never told anyone JUST how Victor got poisoned. And Alice finally clocks that the key Bumby’s got on his watch chain is Lizzie’s room key, proof that he was in her house that night, and remembers that he was skulking around the night of the fire. Bumby and Barkis, realizing that the evidence is piling up against them, try to flee --

-->But Smiler is having none of that. They summon Oblivion to their aid, who drops them down a void hole. . .and they may or may not end up on Nemesis’s dinner plate.

-->And it’s around this time that Victor comments on how scary Oblivion is, making everyone realize he’s awake and okay. Everyone’s a little puzzled as to how -- was it dumping Bumby and Barkis into the abyss? -- until Oblivion points out that there’s so much true love in the air between the five that it must have override the “kiss” requirement. Turns out Victor loves all of them as much as they love him (and Victoria and Emily having developed feelings for each other, and Alice and Smiler a true friendship, does not hurt matters).

-->Now, they’re all up for polyamory, but they’re all aware that there are some issues with Victor being royalty and needing a legitimate heir and such. However, it turns out that one of the first kings of Dort had only one son and -- not wanting to lock himself out of good alliances -- made a law that a single heir may have multiple spouses. Nell is like “what are your qualifications” and Victoria promptly goes “I’m his original fiancee” (Smiler fetching the dress for her to prove it); Emily “I’m a mermaid and I can help you negotiate deals with the Kingdom Below so you can get even richer without overfishing;” Smiler “I’m one of the Fae and if you’d like to have better relations with us after what happened between you and Galactica, you’ll let me marry him;” Alice “okay, yeah, I’m just the daughter of a well-liked teacher, I get that I don’t--” Victor “I LOVE YOU AND MY PARENTS ARE GETTING THREE GOOD POLITICAL MARRIAGES OUT OF THIS, THEY CAN TOLERATE ONE JUST FOR LOVE uh not that I don’t love the rest of you”

-->And so a few months later there’s a series of royal weddings (Smiler having given everyone the ability to shift between a human and a merperson form for the one with Emily), Dort and Glot become one kingdom, and the royals get to work! First item on the agenda being “okay, how do we turn this kingdom into a republic or other form of democracy because we’d actually like to retire and go back to living like we were in Newcrest.” XD

Whew! That took a while. . .though, looking back on it, I think I might have a way to do the “Rumplestilskin” stuff if I switch in which order Emily and Victoria arrive at the seamstress shop. Say -- have Emily transform while Victoria’s making her demands, get a job there -- and then, hearing of the royal order for a dress of silver and gold, the head seamstress declares she can spin straw into gold and silver to get the commission. She promptly makes filling it Emily’s problem -- Smiler steps in to help, with Emily giving them some token of hers to make it a proper fairy deal (maybe her mother’s old wedding dress?). Then, when Victoria arrives, Emily makes it clear that Fae deals need exchange, so when Smiler offers to help them to the ball, she asks what they need in return. Smiler jokingly says, “Whoever’s kid is born first should do it--”

And Victoria, without thinking, agrees, making it binding. Smiler’s like “I DIDN’T MEAN THAT?! I DON’T WANT TO STEAL YOUR KID?!” But they decide they’ll worry about it later because none of them are planning on having children yet, if ever (Emily’s not sure she even can). And by the time of the ending. . .well, when Victoria has her and Victor’s first baby, she just hands them over to Smiler to hold first and says “terms fulfilled.” XD This all does seem to require making the seamstress another minor villain. . .then again, I could use more AMA/A:MR characters in this mess. . .hmmm. I’ll think about it!

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[ GET TO KNOW YOUR WRITING PARTNER ! ] knowing your writing partners can potentially make writing together a lot easier . repost , don’t reblog .

NAME : keeks or chaos (either work) PRONOUNS : they / them &&. she / her PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : discord is always the easiest place to reach me ! i always check my discord because i use it for classes too . NAME OF MUSE(S) : i won’t answer this one because i have 104 of them lol EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG : i’ve been rping on this damn hellsite since like 2011 or 2012 BEST EXPERIENCE : meeting @bentrule on here during the midst of the pandemic , and then realizing that we live literally within 2 hours of each other and becoming irl besties too RP PET PEEVES : sexualizing literal children ( thirsting after characters that are still in high school , aging up children just for the sake of shipping &&. writing smut , gross shit like that ) , anon hate , toxic / immature behaviour ... oh and the literal racism &&. misogyny but that’s a whole other beast MUSE PREFERENCES FOR ANGST / FLUFF / SMUT : angst all the way !! i don’t write smut on this blog at all , and i’m honestly not that good at writing fluff lol PLOTS OR MEMES : both ?? i’ll usually reach out to plot a bit before answering memes if we’ve never interacted before , but i think memes are the best way to get that ball rolling LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : i absolutely adore long multi-para threads because i think they offer so much room for character development and establishing dynamics , and they make up a majority of my drafts !! that being said , i still write shorter threads from time to time , and they’re a lot easier to reply to . BEST TIME TO WRITE : any time between the hours of 11pm and 7am . a lot of the time , if i start writing at 11pm and am able to hyperfocus on drafts , i’ll finish writing like 8 or 9 hours later . ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : there are definitely aspects of myself that i put into every character that i write , but if i had to pick a character from the list , i would say i’m most like either robin buckley or winston bishop lol ( robin in general social awkwardness / anxiety / speaking whatever is on their mind , and winston because of his personality lmao )

tagged by : @elverted ( i adore u <3 ) tagging : @bentrule , @arachnist , @ilvaites , @rosabae , @iudicatus , @coffinfire , @feywrote , @c0bwebs , &&. anyone else that’s interested !

#this was rly fun omg #i miss doing these #⊹ ·♩ — OOC *#⊹ ·♩ — DG *#⊹ ·♩ — QUEUE *

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mad-twience · 2 years

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Hey there! This is my rules/about page, please consider reading it before roleplaying with me! The stuff in bold is the most important if you can only skim it at the moment, but if that’s the case then I’d appreciate it if you could come back and read it in full later!

About:

Hi! First, just a little bit about me. You can call me Pixel or Nick, my pronouns are he/they and I’m 23 years old. My main/non-RP account is @fruitypieq and I also have a blog for OOC RP stuff over at @fruitypie-ooc.

I don’t really do much outside of Tumblr but I do run multiple blogs and life is super stressful at the moment, so I get burnt out a lot unfortunately. My replies may take a while but I will always do my best to reply as soon as possible!

I also have very bad memory issues due to a concussion a few years ago, so I might struggle to remember things! Please be patient with me, I am trying <3

Also I’m usually down for OOC chat in DMs whether it’s plotting or just general MLP talk, so feel free to shoot me a message if you wanna!

I do try to cut my RP posts down but I’m on mobile and formatting is a nightmare 💖

Rules/Guidelines:

- Please don’t constantly remind me of an RP - if you’ve replied then I’ve probably seen it and I’m working on getting to it. I get overwhelmed easily and being reminded of RPs constantly only adds to that and makes me less likely to be able to reply to our RP at all. Please give me at least 2 to 3 days before tagging me or giving me a reminder!

- If you don’t want to interact with me, please just hard block me. I will never remember who’s soft blocked me even if you tell me, so it’s better to just outright block me so I don’t accidentally make the mistake of following you again.

- I don’t do smut RP! Not even in PMs! That being said I will do gore type RPs and the like, as my Twilight is a mad scientist who does pretty cruel experiments.

- No godmodding. This means no taking control of my characters and saying what they’re doing/how they’re feeling/etc.

- I also do not RP in PMs unless you’re a personal friend that I know very well. Otherwise, I’ll only RP on the blog itself.

- Please don’t ask for my Discord unless we’ve been RPing on here for a while, I prefer to RP on Tumblr in general rather than Discord so I’d rather not give it out to just anyone.

- I will try to remember to trigger tag anything I see fit, but if you have a specific trigger you need me to tag please let me know! I’ll always tag them as tw followed by the trigger (example: #tw gore)

- I’m not mutuals only! If you’re following me I probably meant to follow you back and just forgot, or there may be some other reason why I’m not. But I’m completely fine with RPing with non-mutuals! That being said I do have anxiety about messaging someone first so it may take me a bit of courage to finally message you, mutual or not, so if you’re feeling braver than me feel free to inbox me any time!

- I’m not very selective, but please try to have at least one to two sentences in your reply! Preferably at least one paragraph. It’s really hard to reply to something or progress the plot when you’re only giving me one word or a super short sentence as a reply every time.

- Sending me random starters is ALWAYS welcome! Even if I haven’t reblogged or posted anything about starters, it’s always okay to just send me one or ask me if I could make us one. Random non-starter asks are also always fine and loved.

- I love crossovers! And OCs! Pretty much whoever your character is, I’m almost definitely willing to RP with them.

- I multi-ship and I’m also okay with polyam shipping as well, but Twilight isn’t really looking for a date and romance isn’t my favorite, so it might be difficult to get her to develop a crush on your muse unless it’s something we’ve already discussed. She does have a slight crush on Sunset Shimmer, however.

- Please remember muse ≠ mun, Twilight does some really messed up stuff that I do not agree with in the slightest. Me and Twilight do not share the same beliefs and it is really important to remember that.

I think that’s it! If I think of anything else I’ll make sure to update this. I’d rather not block anyone but I will if I have to, but I really just want us to have fun! I hope to RP with you soon!

(I’d appreciate if you could like this post if you’ve read the rules, but it’s not necessary!)

#rules #about #ooc

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I ship Sylki but all Enchantricks. Is that ok? I feel likes there’s tension sometimes. everyone’s mostly chill but I don’t read the comics, but I rly like their energy from what I’ve seen.

That’s totally ok and multishippers r absolutely welcome here. Even if they don’t ship Enchantricks. You don’t have to read the comics to enjoy them, but I think everyone should anyway (shipper or not they’re good but I’m bias bc I’ve always loved comics)

I understand sometimes comics esp being new can be overwhelming. That’s why I try to share digestible snippets of cartoons or a few panels. They’ve always had tangible energy, and a constantly changing relationship through their millennia of years, knowing each other since a young age. Friend, enemy, ally, lover. They never try to make each other change for the better, each other, or put the relationship before themselves. They have major trust issues so I don’t think they’d have a consistent relationship until they fix that. And maybe they never will. But I think they’re more tortured soulmates. Broken lovers.

Her relationship with Loki is interesting bc Amora has a hard time loving and used it majority as a tool. She always wanted to be loved because for most of her childhood she wasn’t. Her sister was the star child (similar to Loki) Karnilla her mentor cast her out. The reason she was bent on Thor for so long was because unlike everyone else. he never rly loved her. Likely an obsession originating from a teenage jealousy, as Thor liked Sif. I believe it was originally Odin who asked Amora try to seduce Thor and bring him back to Asgard. Something she’s never failed at before. To my knowing Lokis never been enchanted by her before, it’s mentioned his magic and mind too strong. (Which Sylvie attempts in the mcu) though it seems for Amoras magic to work you have to be consensually invested in her prior for her to be able to have hold over u. (Her natural beauty be said to be enough, cliche but I like femme fatales) or for you to initiate in kissing her as her lips are enchanted like a poison lipstick. It depends which writer you ref since everyone has dif interpretations.

TLDR: totally ok to ship both, to ship any multi ship (given its consenting adults) even if u don’t read the comics. They’re a fun couple bc they’re weird and baddies. Casual shipping is great and enjoyable.

#marvel #loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #amora #mcu #amora the enchantress #comics #the enchantress #enchantricks #sylki #amorki

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Ask on Army-Multi Behaviours and K-pop Fan Archetypes Related to ARMYs and BTS (Repost)

Anonymous: Bpp, I don't understand people who call themselves fans but instinctively reach for the least charitable interpretation when something comes up about their supposed faves. They remind me of one American friend who thinks it's a personality trait to complain all the time. Even about the most harmless things. And my Republican step-grandma who only comments on anything to criticize it. I wonder what their state of mind is like on a normal day, because their first reaction every single time is negative. And it's not just 'unpopular opinions' but just weirdly glossing over easy, accessible, and plausible realities that would explain something before coming here to complain, again. Does it strike you as weird when you see things like this?

It's weird to choose to remain in a space you cannot stop criticizing, a space you refuse to see anything good about, and a space you make no effort to partake in positively. It's not even critical inquiry because half their takes are uninformed. Their 'hot takes' are entertaining to read but at the same time they seem so sad. I mean who does that? The person I saw doing that this afternoon stans another kpop group and doesn't put nearly the same scrutiny as she puts on BTS and armys on her real favorite group that she comments on only to talk about shipping and it's like, don't they see it's obvious what they are?

Hi Anon,

You’re going to have to give me more to work with because I don’t traffic in indirects. But in any case, I guess welcome to the world and seeing how some people do things. As I’ve said in another post, if you’re a critical person, k-pop is the perfect genre for you cause you’ll never run out of things to be critical about, and you’ll always have a willing audience to affirm your gripes. No other genre elevates the opinions of random fans like k-pop lmao. I’m not American but even where I live I know people who like being contrarian. I don’t mind it because multiple perspectives are usually a good thing, so long as everyone gets their say and all aspects are considered fairly. This doesn’t happen often on the internet because nobody changes their minds here, but it’s typically a good sign to see people civilly conveying they think.

For example, I like that people are able to point out they find it excessive when fans freak out about COVID announcements because it’s true some behaviors border on irrational (even if you’re upset about it what good does crying all day do?), and I like it when other people can explain why they’re legitimately as worried as they feel. It’s called conversation. Or as close as one can get to that on Tumblr.

The rest of what you described just sounds like a regular k-poppie or multi as relates to BTS. It’s not about whether they listen to more than one artist. In fact, usually these sorts of people don’t really listen to music that much at all. It’s that they have a group they actually stan that’s not BTS, and usually use BTS and/or ARMYs as the crutch to comment on all they find wrong with k-pop, of which the group they actually stan of course has it’s own examples of. In my experience, those other groups/fandoms even have it worse than BTS or ARMYs, but again, in k-pop, nobody is actually concerned about the underlying issues. It’s about the subject. Normally I’d say BTS is the most prominent social phenomenon right now so of course everyone and their momma will be talking about them in every context, but this is a pattern I’ve observed with k-pop stans even before BTS became really famous. Like being hypercritical of BTS / ARMYs is the most consistent feature of a k-pop stan and it’s been like this for as long as I can remember loool.

It’s just what it is and I’m so used to it I hardly even notice it these days. I suggest you get used to it too because this is one thing that will definitely not change.

Originally posted: March 29th, 2022 9:32am

#fandom behavior #kpop fandom #bts army #army fandom #bts fandom #repost

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Fanfic ask game, tagged by @simuran you have summoned me from my self imposed exam hiatus and I cannot thank you enough. This was incredibly fun!

How many works do you have on AO3?

11 so far

What’s your total AO3 word count?

122,422

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Four total: Yuri!!! on Ice, Fullmetal Alchemist, SK8 the Infinity, and Fugou Keiji: Balance:Unlimited

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Improper Communications

The Sweetest of Gestures

A Different Kind of Spiral

Unrestrained

The Unknown Factor

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Shattered Dreams

I try not to end my stories with pure angst, so I evened out this with a little hurt/comfort, but it’s still pretty angsty.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Improper Communications

This fic is just constant crack humor. Highly recommend it if you are part of the YOI fandom and looking for a good laugh.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I want to. I have ideas for explicit fics. But I never actually write them because (1) I am very much a virgin and (2) I am terrified someone irl will find this account

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes, I love interacting with readers.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope (thankfully).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

I don’t think I could ever truly collaborate with someone to write a story. I am too picky on minute details for something like that to work. However, I am very much open to other writers building off of my ideas (with a heads up ofc).

Eventually I also would like to gift people fics, but I’m not entirely sure how the etiquette on those sorts of things work.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Victuuri. This is my comfort ship.

I actually don’t frequently invest in ships. I have a lot of “oh that relationship is very nice,” but I wouldn’t be heartbroken if they broke up. However when I do got invested, I get invested. In addition to Victuuri, these are my otps: Maiko, Kanej, Royai, Daiharu, Matchablossom, Blackbonnet

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

If I am not 100 percent certain I will finish a fic, I will not post the first chapter. As such, I have exactly one WIP that I am very slowly writing. I post one shots as I finish them, but all my multi chapter stories stay as unposted drafts. In theory, if I complete an entire story, I can post one chapter at a time, but I’ve never been able to do it.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m fairly good at writing comedy and making stories compelling.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I am a slow.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it’s generally okay. However I do think the author needs to carefully balance making it clear this is different language while also not breaking the reader’s immersion.

I have used other languages sometimes in my fics. In all cases, the character has been speaking a language they are fluent in. So the way I convey that they have switched languages is to translate the language into English, then italicize it.

(side note: I have a little pet peeve whenever authors just drop a whole different language into spoken dialog, especially when the language doesn’t use a roman script. Because it completely breaks the immersion, I cannot possibly guess what is being said, and just have to skip over it entirely. Which is unrealistic because even when something is spoken aloud to you in a foreign language, you can still recognize some sounds. It’s not inconceivable to your brain, it’s just not understandable. So either say “the teacher said something in a language I didn’t understand” or “the teacher said ‘wǒ bù huì shuō zhōngwén‘“ but please do not say “the teacher said 我不会说中文.” There are exceptions of course (for instance specifically writing for a bilingual audience) and this could just be a me thing, but it does bug me.)

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Fullmetal Alchemist

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

A Different Kind of Spiral

I meant it to be a funny fic, but it transformed into one of the most personal pieces I have ever written.

tagging: @mangoofthesea and @eddies-spaghetti Absolutely no pressure though!

#thinking of writing one more sk8 and fugou keiji fic each bc my sole fics for those fandoms are getting lonely #but alas finals #writing #writing fanfiction #tag game

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