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twi-liight · 8 months

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Hi! I suffer from Baldur's Gate brainrot. I just stumbled upon your blog and love your writing! Could you do some Astarion, Gale and Karlach headcanons for taking care of Tav after they're badly injured in battle?

Reckless Attack ❣

Grieve, weep, and agonize over a corpse - but know that death is never final in Faerun. The burden of injuries will instead always be present: pain is eternal, no matter how numb. ❥ Astarion/Tav, Gale/Tav, Karlach/Tav. ❥ TW: Descriptive mentions of injuries and gore. ❥ Act 2 spoilers. ❥ They/them pronouns for Tav. ❥ Tav is the nickname for the reader/oc insert. Their real name is up to you!

An Absolutist cult has gathered deep in the bowels of the forests of Rivington. Nothing out of the ordinary... Other than the sheer numbers they possess, creating a dense population of Absolute extremists gathered in stone ruins.

Adventuring parties that dare to end their machinations perished slowly and painfully. Their corpses - what is left of them - are displayed pierced from the gnarled branches of the trees, where they bleed out on the forest ground.

Tav, Astarion, Gale, and Karlach had a plan: throw a barrel full of smoke bombs into the middle of the ruins, firebolt, and profit. Except things didn’t go according to plan (they never do). That barrel was supposed to be at their rendezvous point, but the cultists found it before they did and thought it a gift from their Goddess.

Trapped in hiding, Tav decided to do what they do best: attack.

A potent necromancy curse was successfully cast on Tav, negating any healing spells thrown their way.

Well.

Fuck.

ASTARION

"As always, you refuse to listen to me. And now look at you: a mess. What did I say about running afool to the vanguard?" Astarion does not wait for their response. “Don't do it. It is smarter to be in the shadows in this instance. And what did you do? Ran alone into a quarry of cultists with no sense of self-preservation!”

Anger, pure anger, is present in his voice, sharpening his typical melodic lilt into daggers. If he cared about the present company - Shadowheart, Halsin, and Gale crowded into a tent, surrounding Tav upon their cot - it is nonexistent in his wine-red eyes. They could get lost in those bloody depths for hours. But not now. Not when seething rage roils off of his body like a cloud of darkness.

They look away.

"Nothing to say for yourself, darling?” he mocks. Astarion’s visage twists into a sneer, sharply turning his face away from them. He finds an unused rag, wets it, wrings it of excess water, and then moves past Shadowheart. “Allow me,” he murmurs to her, gentler.

Shadowheart’s inquisitive green eyes understand the depth of the situation immediately. She sighs, clearly annoyed he has taken over her job, but is dissuaded by Astarion’s next string of words: “I’ll clean them up. Magic and healing and all that wonderful nonsense are not necessarily my area of expertise. A firebolt here and there, surely, but I wouldn’t know where to begin with a curse that... Negates healing magic.”

“Sure,” Shadowheart replies, eyes flicking to Tav. Worry is evident over her features. Worry hangs heavy around everyone. Emerging out of battles victorious and grievously injured is commonplace; nothing a mass healing word couldn't fix along with a good night’s rest. Open wounds would be closed scars, ailments would be cured, and broken bones would be unbroken. Rinse and repeat.

This time, it is different.

They, and they alone, were cursed with a necromancy spell that makes all healing magic useless to their wounds.

Their wounds are appalling: Broken ribs evident with the pain swelling in their chest and labored breathing, purple and black blotchy bruises from the hammer blows they took to the shoulder, an open laceration across their chest, their ankle snapped in two, burns on their left leg crawling up their thigh. Blood all over their face from their own and from the enemies they felled.

“Hey, it’s fine,” they wheeze out. "Nothing I can't handle. The cultists are down and dead and buried - everything else can come after."

Hesitantly, Gale opens his mouth to reply, but is abruptly cut off by Astarion snapping out: "No."

"No," they echo. Their brows furrow.

"What a saint you are," Astarion snarls. His lips are down-turned, fangs bared as he speaks, but his ministrations upon their face are soothing. Gently, he rubs off the blood with a cool washcloth, eyes focusing on the task at hand as he cannot bear to look at them.

"Throwing yourself into the heat of battle like that, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Tell me, my dear, do you enjoy watching rational fly past you when you make your impulsive decisions?"

They flush with humiliation and hurt. Broken and battered, they dig their elbow into the cot to prop themselves up and face Astarion head-on, but Halsin presses a hand into their shoulder and pushes them down.

Fuck. Their head spins in circles.

"You're one to talk. Impulsivity is your middle name; you said yourself that planning is not your forte." Even raising their voice hurts but they do it anyway. Their eyes, threatening to slip into oblivion, flood with frustrated tears. "What the fuck is your problem, Astarion?"

"Must I really spell it out for you, sweetheart? You go around, telling everyone exactly what they need to hear. You tell them they aren't alone. That you will help them, that you will ensure they see the future that they want." The words are venom: petty and spiteful and yearning to be understood. "You," Astarion hisses out, "are so blind."

Tempers rising to fever pitch, Halsin tenses from his spot at the foot of the cot. From the corner of Tav's eye, they see Gale murmur something to him, something like, Let this play out. Astarion would never hurt them.

"I am the only one who will take the first step!" Tav cries. The words explode out of their broken chest faster than they realize, flying like an arrow straight toward Astarion's unbeating heart. "I risk my life - every day - for all of YOU! For all the people that need me! For all that I am because-"

"Because what?" He taunts. "Because it is the right thing to do? Look at yourself, Tav! You are on death's door if not for everyone in this room!"

"Because no one else will do it! Not anyone in this damn camp cares enough to- to help the people we could-" They cough violently, but they slam their elbows into the cot to prop themselves up. No one stops them this time as they meet Astarion's burning eyes. "No one cares but ME-"

"WE care about you!" Louder. Vicious. Astarion's voice splits in the air in two in one fell swoop, striking them down like lightning into silence.

He's breathing heavily, panting, as if exhausted. The adrenaline pumping in his veins is begging him to swoop Tav up and run away with them. Away from all of this bullshit and into hiding within the shadows. Maybe the Underdark. Maybe the Shadowcursed Lands. They can descend into madness together.

At least there, they will be safe.

"I care about you," Astarion chokes out before he can stop himself. "More than anything. Do you know that? I hope you know that."

Their mouth forms the words to reply, Of course I do, but it doesn't leave their throat. Instead, it stays stuck there like a fluttering butterfly, forced into silence. It hurts to speak. It hurts to talk. It hurts to see him like this.

He calls out their name so quietly it could have been a trick of the wind.

"Astarion," they plead.

He shakes his head, stubborn and unconvinced. "You don't owe these people anything. You certainly do not owe them your life for their burdens. I," he breathes out, voice as shaky as a leaf in the wind. He screws his eyes shut and clenches his fist around the rag, where their blood stains his palm.

"I almost lost the sun of my life today."

When Astarion opens his eyes, they are steeled with resilience and fury as they gaze into theirs. It is hypnotic. It is lonely. They yearn to comfort him.

"It will not happen again."

GALE

"Easy," Gale murmurs, a strong arm laying them down in his tent. Soft blankets and pillows meet their back, and the cushy grass beneath makes for a cool and comforting sleep. Their breath stutters, but Gale gazes at them so fondly as he pushes their hair from their face that the pain eases.

He does not miss their labored breathing. "Shhh shh shh. I've got you. Just focus on me."

His thumb lingers on the swell of their cheek. His eyes flutter close. A gentle glow of purple surrounds him, and eventually, that gentleness extends to Tav. The agonizing, piercing sensation in their chest numbs into a cool, muted nothingness. They gasp - then exhale in relief, slower than their panicky, short breaths from before.

"That's it," he encourages. "Well done, my love. How are you feeling?"

"So-so," they reply. Their voice aches and croaks, but for some reason, it makes Gale smile.

Oh no. He knows that look.

They study his handsome, tired face, looking for any signs of alarm. Is he hungry? Does he need to feed on another artefact? Was there an envoy telling them they missed another Absolutist hideout? Did they miss something? Did they do something wrong?

No. Nope. "Enough of that." He takes their hand, kisses their knuckles, then sighs. "You're the last person who should be worrying about someone. Such a pest, hm? Always buzzing around me like I'm seconds away from disappearing in front of your eyes..."

"You are," they say. Their brows furrow, and they pant out, "The-- your burden to carry, the--"

"The orb, I know. I know." His heart twists. It aches. He failed Mystra before and that was painful. But this is another subject entirely; it couldn't come close. Watching sheer heartbreak in their expression because of him? Oh, Goddess forgive him, he has failed them.

Gale can scarcely celebrate his victory, too. He undid the damned curse that affected Tav's ability to receive magic. The necromancy spell was so potent that Tav rejected any healing spells thrown at them. Late into the hours of experimentation, he, Halsin, and Shadowheart considered allowing the effects to wither and die rather than exterminating it outright. It was Jaheira who told them it would be inefficient, because how long would they have to wait in camp while Tav rode out the effects of the curse? Ideally? Hours. But days? Weeks? Months?

He spent the long night following and feeling out the curse with the Weave. It was a complicated hex - a tangled knot of magic that had to be unwoven carefully, thread by thread. Every connotation, every intent was traced back to the heart of the curse, and he followed it with abandon.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble, then," they whisper.

"You should be," he jests. "Nearly made my heart collapse, seeing you like that."

The image is still burned into his mind. He can't stop thinking about it. His mortality has always been a dreadful afterthought pushed into the further recesses of his tadpole-addled brain, but was he so taken with Tav that he never realized how mortal they were, too?

No. No. Gale tightens his grip on their hand, giving them a comforting squeeze as they breathe in and out, in and out. It's not that he never realized how susceptible they are to death and danger. He just never wanted to confront it.

"You are changing the very premise of my life," he says softly. An exasperated chuckle leaves him as he shakes his head, adding, "as always. I don't know what I would have done if I actually lost you, back there." What wouldn't I do? "No scrolls of revivifies, no Withers to bring you back. I wouldn't be able to accept it."

He understands Ketheric Thorm all too well, now.

"Come here," they whisper. Gale lets their hands press into the back of his head. He thinks, absently, that he would let them do much of anything. In their care, he is no grand wizard with a plethora of achievements under his belt. No. He is as humble as the Weave itself, and their hands compose music and art for him to simply bear witness to.

They rest his head upon their chest, where his ear can listen to the comforting sound of their beating heart.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud thud.

"Good night, my love," Gale says, when their breathing evens and they have finally fallen into peaceful slumber. He does not sleep at all.

KARLACH

"Oh gods. Oh gods!" Karlach clasps Tav's left hand between hers, holding tightly and vowing to never let go. Their blood stains her hand and chest and clothes. It's everywhere. Sickly sweet and sticky, drawing all of her attention from the room to the sensation of it dripping down her skin.

They've lost so much blood. It's nauseating, like an unsettling reality has just settled in her stomach.

"Tav!" She exclaims, helpless and pathetic. "Why did you do that, you big idiot? You seriously could have gotten killed out there, why-- why aren't you..."

Responding? Where are their quips, their sass, their brightness she fell so fast and hard for? Tav lays there upon the cot, broken and battered. Karlach has seen the remains of her enemies after she has slaughtered them and has barely flinched. She can barely stomach the sight of them bloodied, bones twisted in the wrong way, bruises so purple they're as black as a chasm.

All they can do is breathe. Their eyes focus distantly above them to the roof of the tent, but nothing else.

Panic seizes her faster than she can control it. "Are they breathing?! Are they going to survive this?! Fuck," she growls, running a frustrated hand through her dark hair, matted with blood. "I should have made those sons of bitches suffer."

"Karlach," Shadowheart says, firm but gentle, her hands bloody too as she applied pressure down on Tav's wounds, "it was important that you returned them to camp as fast as you did. Sometimes, we do not have the luxuries to let our enemies die in pain."

Right. Right. Karlach watched an Absolutist barbarian slam his warhammer into Tav's back. Once to knock them down. Twice to keep them plastered on the ground. Once more to keep them unconscious. She saw red, then: the rage she slipped into boiled her veins so hot, the howl she let out sent her surroundings enemies into a frightened frenzy. She hacked her great axe into the barbarian over and over and over until he was nothing but a bloodied pulp of a man, more gore than flesh.

She scooped Tav up from the ground. Karlach never let anyone else touch them. She snarled and snapped at the others who tried to come too close and dead sprinted as fast as she could back to camp.

She heard their choked sobs of pain in her arms. They choked out her name, and Karlach couldn't offer them much of anything other than an, "We're going home, bubs, just hang on. 'Kay? You just focus on me."

"Can I stay here?" She begs Shadowheart. "I won't get in the way. Just let me hold their hand, please."

Shadowheart exchanges a conflicted glance at Halsin. He nods, and she sighs. "Fine," she says. "But - I need you to stand to the side for now. You can hold their hand after we're done figuring out how to undo this curse."

"A fine specimen of a curse, really," Gale adds, his hand curled under his chin. "I'm almost impressed."

"I would be too," huffs Shadowheart, "if our reckless leader wasn't caught up in this mess. Really, what were you thinking?"

"Right?" Karlach shoves off into the corner of the tent, doing her best to keep herself as small and as out-of-the-way as possible. Tears flood her eyes, and she chokes out, "Of all the things to do, why did it have to be that? I thought you said you trusted me! To have your back! I have your back, don't I? Don't I?"

"Of course you do," Halsin croons. He hooks his finger into a bottle of salve, and spreads it on Tav's burns. Tav visibly winces and tenses, whimpering in pain.

"Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Karlach wails. "You're hurting them! I'll kill you, Halsin, I swear it!"

Gale exchanges a look with Shadowheart. He ponders deeply for a moment as Karlach sobs devastatingly behind them. He opens his mouth, then shuts it promptly.

"Just say it," Shadowheart urges impatiently.

"We should play a game," he suggests. "The quiet game."

"No way," Karlach hiccups. "I'm dogshit at that game. Anyway, focus on Tav or I'll gut you, seriously."

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drtanner · 2 months

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You know, I think I'm starting to understand why the sharing culture on this site is such dogshit now.

As I mentioned earlier in the week, I spent several solid hours going through my art and writing tags as far back as 2012 and manually deleting everything I found, including all of my own reblogs, because I don't expect my opt out from having my blogs' data scraped to be honoured, and seeing the difference in the way people interacted with my work back then and the way they interact with it now (or the way they don't interact with it at all, more specifically) was deeply and tragically enlightening.

tl;dr, despite having had a fraction of the followers back then that I have now, as well as being an objectively better artist and writer than I used to be 10+ years ago, my work travelled further and people engaged with it more, and they also sent me asks with drabble prompts and questions about my OCs all the time, whereas none of that happens at all anymore. This place was a lot more communal back in that pre-2016 era and generally a lot more rewarding and fun.

There's been plenty of posts going around over the last few years begging people to reblog because that's how this site works, but every one of those posts always winds up lousy with people saying they just click "Like" on things because they like them but not enough to put them on their own blog, or because they don't want to clutter their blog, or because tagging things is too much effort or whatever, and I'm noticing a pattern. There's something that all of these common responses have in common:

All of these people are wholly concerned with themselves and the way their blog looks, or what their blog is supposed to be for, or some other similarly entirely self-centred point of focus.

Listen. Other people have already tried to explain to you that that's not what this place is about or what this place is for or that you can make as many sideblogs as you want if you're trying to curate something specific, and they've had little success in emparting understanding to you, so I'm going to try a different approach.

Here are ten (10) benefits of reblogging that will make this site more fun and engaging for you, personally! ( b ._.)b

You get to keep the thing for yourself, but you also get to pass it along for other people to play with, too! Best of all worlds. How often do you get to keep a thing and share it?

Look in your Activity after you reblog something you enjoy to find other people who like the same things that you do! This is a terrific way to find new people to follow.

Sometimes you'll make a comment when you reblog something and later find that an awful lot of strangers are reblogging it from you directly for some reason. This is usually because someone else later down the line made a much stupider and worse comment and those strangers are now all clicking on your reblog so that they can reblog the post without that other person's stupider and worse comment on it. I like it a lot when this happens. You can get a lot of new followers this way, too!

Even if you don't have the time or spoons to play with jpegs like dolls yourself, your reblog can put the post in front of those folks who do. Playing with jpegs like dolls is half of what makes this site function; give it a bit of time, and the jpegs will cross your dash again with new additions. As it is with anything you love, set it free, and the love will come back to you one hundredfold. 💜

Look in your Activity after reblogging some art or writing to see people going nuts in the tags. You can also go nuts in the tags if you want; everyone loves seeing this when it happens, especially the artist or writer themselves.

Commenting with your reblog is like raising your hand to share your opinion with the whole room, whereas reblogging with your comment in the tags is more like whispering to the person next to you and keeping it between yourselves. Contrary to what you might have been told by others, both are perfectly fine and good and they each have their place. You can do both on the same reblog, even! Take part in the conversation!

If you're too shy to talk, reblogging without commentary is a lot like parallel play. You're all enjoying the same thing quietly together!

When you reblog things a lot, you'll start to see the same people popping up in your Activity feed all the time. These people are your friends whether you actually talk to them or not.

Stuck for something to say? Point out something you liked about the post! It can be something small! Acknowledging things that make you happy out loud is good for your mental health and also your soul.

Reblogging also invites other people who are doing all of these things to find and follow you!

There's so much to do on here beyond checking your dash and occasionally looking at the For You tab. You can discover all kinds of people and things by making a bit of an effort and having a poke around in your Activity feed and on the blogs of people who interact with the posts you're seeing and passing along! I promise you don't need an algorithm to do this for you; the action of exploring the landscape around you on this website is fun in its own right!

Get out there and see who your neighbours are. 💜

#Tanner talks #long post

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flappingdragon · 29 days

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IsaFer Special: “Happy Easter, Lucifer”

A/N: I know this is different from my usual post, but I just had to write this. I love these two a lot and if you want to know more, you can check out captainai’s blog below. I hope you enjoy btw! I had a lot of fun writing this even if it is a bit late 😅

Characters: Lucifer, Isabella (OC)

Pairing: IsaFer (Isabella x Lucifer)

Rating: ⚠️Explicit/NSFW⚠️

For: @captainai-47 (I hope you like it!)

Tags: Bottom/Sub Lucifer, Top/Dom Isabella, magical strap-on, fluff and smut, short drabble, light Dacryphilia, light teasing, rough sex, praise kink, overstimulation, etc.

. . .

“Come on, hurry up! I have to get my daily log in streak and I’m going to miss it if this takes any longer!”

“Would you shut it? No one cares, Levi.”

“Aww, don’t be like that Satan~ Today is Easter, a holiday where you’re supposed to have fun and celebrate!”

Beelzebub nodded while munching on a few leftover cookie desserts.

“Not everyone has the same way of celebrating. So just leave Levi to his loser, otaku life.” Mammon pushed Levi’s shoulder.

“Would you all just cooperate and look at the camera?” Lucifer scolded behind said camera that he was fidgeting with for the past five minutes.

Isabella chuckled. “Don’t be too harsh, Lucifer. It’s Easter, cut them a bit of slack.”

Isabella was right in the middle of them all, waiting for Lucifer to set up the camera so Diavolo can have his annual Easter photo.

“Hahaha! Lucifer! Sorry I’m late, traffic was horrible. How’s everything going?”

Speaking of the devil…

Diavolo strutted in, immediately going to stand by Lucifer’s side, and placed a hand on his shoulder with a wide, bright smile on his face.

“Ah, Diavolo. You made it just in time. I finished with the camera and was about to call you.” Lucifer looked away from the camera and turned to look at the Demon Prince.

“Perfect! Let’s not keep everyone waiting then, shall we?” The prince motioned towards the group and Lucifer nodded.

Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos filled in the empty spots in the back.

Isabella was to the right of Lucifer while Diavolo was to the left and behind him. Barbatos was opposite of Diavolo, to the right of Isabella. Everyone else filled in the space.

Isabella looked at Lucifer and slung her arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer to her.

Lucifer smiled and leaned into her touch.

“Ready?” Lucifer asked.

“Yes!” The group replied in union.

And with a few seconds to get situated, Lucifer snapped his fingers out of camera view and a bright, white flash filled the room.

When everyone recovered from the flash, Diavolo was the first one to rush to the camera, Barabtos and others following closely behind.

Once Diavolo had the picture in his hands, he held it up to the light and laughed. “It’s perfect as always! Thanks everyone!”

Isabella chuckled as Lucifer sighed.

Here it comes…

“I have a feast ready at the Demon Lord’s Castle for anyone who wants to come.”

One of the brothers complained that Beelzebub was drooling and Diavolo laughed.

Isabella already knew where this was going. And soon enough, they were all sitting down at the table in the great mess hall at the Demon Lord’s Castle.

The brothers were chatting about their daily muses and battling to keep their food away from Beelzebub, who was desperately trying to stuff more in his mouth than he could fit.

Diavolo listened intently and laughed along with them while Barabtos stayed relatively quiet, tending to the Prince’s needs.

Next to Isabella was Lucifer, who had his brows furrowed. He sighed and took a sip of demonous from his wine glass. Isabella could tell he was exhausted.

With planning for the event, dealing with his brothers, and whatever Diavolo tasked him with, the last week was taking its toll on him. She couldn’t help but feel sad from the way his lips contorted into a frown.

I’ll be sure to fix that tonight, she thought with a smile.

Isabella brought her hand to land on top of Lucifer’s. The demon paused and looked towards her before entangling their hands together and squeezing, smiling.

Isabella leaned in to whisper in Lucifer ear. “Gorgeous.” She couldn’t help but chuckle at the flush of Lucifer’s cheeks.

Yes, she’ll happily dedicate this night to him.

. . .

“I-Isa!”

Isabella leaned in and kissed Lucifer’s jawline. “I know, I know. You’re doing such a good job, Luci.”

Isabella continued her thrusts, watching the way Lucifer’s body shivered under her.

Lucifer’s chest rose with each pant he made, his nipples begging for attention. Isabella watched as tears of pure, overstimulated bliss trickled down Lucifer’s cheeks. It filled her with pride. To know that her movements caused such a feeling to such an extent made her desire burn brighter.

She sped up her thrusts, enjoying the way Lucifer whined and clawed at her back.

“I-I can’t! I-Isa! Please!”

Isabella knew better than to stop. If she did, she would have to deal with a very upset Lucifer. So instead, she hushed him and kissed his lips.

“You’re doing so great, Luci. You’re doing such a good job.” She praised him, her words true to their meaning. She was so proud of him for taking all of her, yet holding out this long.

She kissed his neck and reached for Lucifer’s untouched erection and started to stroke him to the timing of her thrusts.

“Cum for me, Luci.”

And he did.

Lucifer arched his back and moaned Isabella’s name, climaxing onto his chest as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Isabella wasn’t too far off. She kissed away his tears and started to truly ruin him.

It wasn’t long before she choked out a moan of her own and emptied her load into him.

Yet despite for how long they were having sex, Isabella’s recovery was quick. She panted as she pulled out, trying to regain her breath.

“Lucifer? Are you alright?” She asked, checking over Lucifer’s body to see any signs of harm.

“Mmmhhh…”

Isabella smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Did I go too hard?” She whispered as she stroked his hair away from his face.

Lucifer shook his head and held her closer. She understood the command.

Getting onto her back (and pulling Lucifer with her), she quickly, yet awkwardly, managed to get the strap-on off, lightly setting it somewhere safe. Lucifer was now resting his head on her chest, his eyes closed and his arms tightly secured around her torso.

“Would you like to clean up before resting?” She asked.

“Mmm…” Lucifer squeezed her tighter.

A no, then. She nodded.

Isabella rested one hand on Lucifer’s back while the other ran through his hair. She traced circles onto his back as she kissed his head, soothing him into an easy slumber.

And once she knew he was asleep, she too could now close her eyes and rest peacefully, knowing that the love of her life is now safely in her arms.

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noharaaa · 2 months

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𝒮𝓌𝒶𝓃𝙋𝙪𝙣𝙠: 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘍𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (sneak peek)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Josephine Jameson! Fem!Spider-Ballerina OC!

Author’s Note: A glimpse of Jobie's first official meeting shown here. This is a draft version, so the actual material may alter from this but still have the same general idea once I release it.

This beautiful spider OC belongs to anon tagged below. Please check out their blog if you haven’t yet. They post a wonderful Jobie art.

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The constant flow of self-doubts and criticisms that surged through Josephine's mind was unrelenting, refusing to allow her to find fulfilment in anything she did.

Whenever she tried to accomplish something, there was always a voice there to remind her of her mistakes, her shortcomings, her inadequacies.

Failure. Never good enough.

And so, once again, Josephine found herself sinking in a hopeless spiral of self-sabotage, drowning in a sea of her own negativity...

Why can’t I be perfect? Why can’t I be enough? Why do I even try? Why can’t I just….-

“You got some jacked-up footwear, innit, little miss?“

The unexpected remark quickly jolted the poor dancer out of her self-pitying thoughts, catching her completely off guard. She whirls her head around to face whomever had spoken, her brain still fogged up from everything that had just happened. She wasn't even sure if she'd heard correctly,

“My footwear…what?”

There you go. She has no idea what he had just said.

Despite the gloomy atmosphere, her eyes are drawn towards the man's exceptional stature. He's leaning right next to the doorway, arms and legs crossed as he gazes at her from a distance. His height is added by the impressive volume of his hair, creating an overall imposing aura. However, his appearance is nothing compared to the weight of her own troubles, which continue to press down on her.

Josephine is taken aback from the sudden approach, still slightly confused until she spots him eyeing her shoes. She follows his gaze, looking down to the soles of her feet.

Her pointe shoes are completely worn out.

She sighs, acknowledging their horrible condition yet again before looking back up at him.

She is so done.

“What, you’re not gonna respond with any zingers? Come on, have a bit of backbone, I don’t bite.” He smirked, “Well, at least I don’t bite hard anyway.”

Her head tilts slightly in uncertainty as she raises an eyebrow. His speech is happening so quickly that she begins to notice it. It was hard for her to understand nearly everything he said just now considering his heavy accent.

“I’m sorry…what???”

“I said I don’t bite. Do I actually need to slow down for you? Or would that hurt that spider-pride of yours?”

As it only takes her a few lengthy seconds to absorb his response to her head, she narrows her gaze once more, “What is that supposed to mean? And what does pride have to do with hearing?”

Perhaps this man was right about her... She'd been so consumed in her own thoughts and issues that she hadn't even realized that her shoes were practically falling apart. Now, as she gazes down at them in humiliation, she can't help but be caught off-guard by his boldness.

He leans back against the wall, shifting his footing slightly to get more comfortable as he replies,

“The joke. It just whizzed right over… nevermind. Listen, I don’t wanna get your little spider-brain all twisted like those shoes of yours. But, it looks like you’ve been stomping through a forest of thorns, bruv.”

A few seconds would pass as Josephine ponders what to say. It is hard to get a good read on him. He appears to be messing with her. Judging by the tone of his voice, she can sense that he’s trying to get a rise out of her.

She narrowed her eyes, annoyed at him once again for bringing it up. After a few short seconds of silence she spoke,

“What is it with you and my shoes? Like, who even cares?”

“I cares, Frenchie. You can't be runnin' away from a stinker like this with them ratty clown shoes. What, you gonna be scuttling off in one direction while your shoes take off in the other? Bloody hell mate..."

Josephine is now visibly irritated by his persistence, despite the faint feeling of amusement seeping through the cracks of her frustrations, "And it's not that big of a deal, I can literally just get a new pair of shoes, okay? ….Merde.”

Il se prend pour qui, cet Anglais?-

"Well, I figured a ballerina like yourself would at least pay more attention to her footwork! But in all seriousness, your shoes are so worn out, they look less like pointe shoes and more like point...less...shoes..."

Wow.

Her own laugh surprises her a little.

It happened so suddenly, he caught her off guard.

She looks down at them again and notices a few more details he hadn't mentioned. As it was, her shoes looked more like something you'd see at a dumpster dive than in a ballet studio. After a quick glance back up at the man. She was still kind of mad though, only because he made her laugh this time.

Her sudden reaction makes him smirk even more.

"You're supposed to be pissed, not laughing at my dumb jokes, Twinkle Toes."

She flashes a tiny grin, locking eyes with him once more as she states, “Well maybe your jokes are stupid enough that I cant get mad.”

"Good. I don't want you to get all upset. You’ve already got enough on your plate with those nasty shoes of yours."

Maybe she should focus on not stepping on anymore thorns.

╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

Let me know if you would like to be on the tag list!

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #atsv #oc x canon #spider ballerina #atsv fanfiction #spidersona #Hobie brown x black!oc #hobie brown x oc #hobie x oc #spider punk #fanfiction #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader

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morning-sun-brah · 1 year

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Below is my TMNT Master List, but I have some thoughts I wanted to make sure were apparent since this post is pinned!

So! Thoughts/rules of engagement for this blog.

- Saying hello is always great! And asks are fine too! That said, I cannot promise I will always respond, nor that I will write anything for an ask. It’s gonna have to really speak to me.

-I write a lot of smut! I am a whole adult! Anything I write with explicit content is between consenting adults and will be tagged as such. PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU ARE A MINOR. THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! If you are here for the Rise/HP Crossover, follow my secondary blog that is SFW, here!

- Pro BLM, LGBTQIA+, Woman/Feminism.

-This blog is pro LGBTQIA+ and will not tolerate any homophobia or terf talk. Period. Easiest way in the world to get a block is if I see even a hint of terf leanings from a person engaging over here. I am currently in the midst of a Rise/HP Crossover and we are UNKIND to the original author. If you share any of JK's opinions concerning the validity of Trans Women and Men, this blog isn't for you! Anything HP related I highly recommend you steal. Do not give that monster any of your money.

🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢

TMNT Master List!

So, I'm not sure that I have *quite* enough works to justify this, but I'm gonna do it anyway and just keep adding to it! Fic's are linked under the cut!

*The turtles are all adults in the NSFW fics*

🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢

Rise TMNT:

When I Say Forever NSFW, Leo x Reader

Nothing to Say SFW, no romantic pairing, Leo and Casey, angst

Thick Thighs Save Lives- Part 1 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs Ruin Lives- Part 2 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs Attract Eyes- Part 3 PREQUEL! SFW(ish), Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs No Lies- Part 4 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Worth the Wait NSFW, Leo x Reader, fits into the Thick Thighs Storyline but can be read as a standalone

A Romantic Comedy, Starring Leo Splinterson SFW(ish)- (cursing, mild description of medical procedures, some angst), Leo x OC, any smut will be presented as one shots, multi-chaptered, ongoing

On a Scale from One to America NSFW(ish), Leo x Reader, Entry for the All 4-1 Challenge, I chose the prompt; Reader continually uses TERRIBLE pick up lines on your choice of turtle, trying to drop the hint.

Send it NSFW, Tactical!Donnie x Spotter! Reader, inspired by all of @donathan's tactical art- go and follow them!

Once More, With Feeling (Tactical Donnie Part 2!) NSFW Tactical!Donnie x Spotter! Reader

And They Were Thick Thighed Lab Partners NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A collab with the fantastic @buthowboutno! It... it might be an April Fool's fic. BUT, if you stick with the cringe, there's real smut towards the end lol. ALSO!! There is a podfic! You can listen to it here!

Silk NSFW, Mikey x Male OC, Long hair Mikey and his journey from enemies to lovers.

Marked NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A gift for @unknownfanartist. Eventually will have a second chapter. Hate sex with a little bit of feelings at the end.

Hunger Pains NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A gift for @unknownfanartist. Donnie enjoys his favorite meal.

Spare Change NSFW, Donnie x Kendra (Kendratello), Complete, 2 chapters.

RISE! COWBOY/WESTERN AU (ongoing);

This is a series that was SUPPOSED to be a two-chapter fic about Donnie robbing a train. It is... no longer that.

Flight of the Dove NSFW, Donnie x OC, COWBOY/OLD WEST AU. The series is currently ongoing. Companion art is done by the absolute gem that is @unknownfanartist

The Pigeon's Perch NSFW, Leo x OC, COWBOY/OLD WEST AU. The series is currently ongoing. Companion art is done by @gemini-forest

Of Starlings and Sparrows NSFW, Raph x OC (OC is owned by @beckerboopin), COWBOY/OLD WEST AU.

art by @unknownfanartist

RISE! HARRY POTTER CROSSOVER AU (ongoing);

Until I Reach You Again, a ROTTMNT/Harry Potter Crossover, Collaborative Work with @alycornz, and @stormy-nyx SFW- (cursing, mild canon typical violence, general unkindness for JK Rowling because she is a terrible human).

Bay! TMNT:

This will probably have ~more~ because I do love these boys.

Like You Mean It NSFW, Raphael x Reader, A gift for @turtle-babe83 and a "tumblr exclusive" Whoo!!

03 TMNT:

Aaaalllll the way back on 2007 I wrote a Reader x OC fic. It was finished, but since it's 16 years old the plan was to re-write it on AO3 and make it less terrible. It is a slow process and it may not even happen considering how fixated I am on the rise-verse atm, but if you wanted to cringe you could find it on ff net. Either way, the one I am updating is linked below!

A Light in the Dark NSFW (eventually), Raphael x OC

#rise of the tmnt fanfiction #leonardo x reader #rise leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt x harry potter crossover #rise of the tmnt harry potter crossover #fanfiction #donatello x reader #03 tmnt #03 raphael x reader #raphael x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2k3 #2k3 ninja turtles fanfiction #pwp #rottmnt fanfiction

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lutzlig · 1 year

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Tumblrwoman Election Wrap-Up

To celebrate the end of this election, I'm gonna answer the rest of your questions!

First off:

Thanks everyone for participating! This ended up way bigger than expected. It was pretty exciting, seeing everybody chime in and participate.

Shoutout ESPECIALLY to all the people making fanarts, memes, etc... you people are incredible!!! Most of it can be found under #twe23, be sure to check it out, everybody!

Here's some highlights you people have made:

this github live number tracker made by @twilight-sparkle-irl during the vriska/katya poll. A THRILLING read!

this hollow knight miku oc by @anonymous-utility!! shes so cute...

@seasoned-cabbage made a wiki sandbox for the polls... it's so satisfying to see the stats laid out like this : D

@unidentifiedfroggy wrote fanfiction that just perfectly encapsulates the whole experience : ' )

General Q&A

"Who did you want to win?"

I myself think Vriska deserved the title most! I think vriska is just as integral to tumblr as Cecil is, if not more.

As for the other 2 involved, they didn't really care who won!

How often did you hear "Why are you pitting 2 bad bitches against each other"?

Often! One of us was going to count, but he got so annoyed that he stopped. You people need to get a new sentence.

"Why are there minors in a tumblrsexywoman contest?"

It's not a tumblr sexywoman contest, it's a tumblrwoman election! Before we made the poll, we considered whether it's better to throw out the minors or remove the "sexy" angle. We decided on the latter, mostly because this kind of competition would feel incomplete without tumblrgirls like miku and vriska.

Will you be doing this again next year?

Hm, not sure. Probably not! At least, I wasn't planning on it. We did this on a whim, and this is (SUPPOSED TO BE) my art blog.

I might make a blog for it next year, if these are still relevant and the demand is high (which i highly doubt).

Why didn't you answer my question?

I got like 130 asks this week and most of them were cries of pain and outrage. I was also incredibly busy irl until a day ago. If I didn't answer your question, Sorry!

Concerns about Corruption

According to the tags on these, every single one of the polls was rigged in some way or another. Particularly grievous examples of this were Miku's loss (I suspect Vriskavoters doing foul play (I am vriskavoters. I voted Bayonetta to sabotage Miku. Then i spent the whole day listening to Miku voicebank comparisons.)), and Marcie's win (Somebody accused the Adventure time subreddit of having swamped the poll. The post in question had 19 upvotes. The poll on tumblr had 92,123 votes).

What's more, I've been offered bribes!! Several american dollars! The political landscape of tumblr sure is a scary place...

Manners

Some of you really don't know how to act. This goes out to a small (but very, very vocal) minority - don't be a dick! Just because it's the internet does not mean you can just insult random strangers! This is a poll about fictional women, this is NOT a place to call people the r-word or imply someone is stupid for liking a character.

Some people left pretty graphic, violent messages. Most of these were jokes, but still. Take caution with the words you choose. This should go without saying, but telling strangers to "eat glass" and the like is not acceptable behaviour.

In the end, this was a competition between fictional characters, so seeing people arguing in the replies and trying to gain some sort of moral high ground was a little bit saddening.

Most of you were nice though, luckily : )

Thanks

To everyone who left kind messages, to everyone engaging and having fun, the fan art, the posts, to everyone expressing their thanks to us - thank you!!!

In the end, this was a lot of fun, and it was nice to see the website come together like that!

What's next?

For the next few days, I'm going to be promoting my friends' projects as much as I can to scare all of you people off of my blog.

I got WAY too many followers from this and frankly, that is simply not acceptable. You all need to leave NOW, because I want to get back to posting art eventually and I would rather not be on everybody's timeline.

That's why I have decided to become a massive sell out and reblog my friends' stuff on main for a bit. Peace!

#twe23 #tumblrwoman election asks #tumblrwoman election 2023

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poohsources · 11 months

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hi, pooh, is everything alright with you? i hope it's a yes! so, i'm sorry if you already answered something like this, but i just started to follow you right now (because i found your blog really interesting), saw this post of yours and was thinking: do you have tips about "losing our musing while roleplaying"? i see a lot of friends losing their muses, sometimes i do lose mine (which is sad, because we do have affection towards our chars), and i think some tips would help a lot and you seem to have the good ones. i would really appreciate if you could share them with us! the biggest thank you already and have a good, good day!

p.s: if i didn't made myself clear, sorry, english is not my first language ):

hi there! well, i'm sick again but other than that i'm fine, thanks. no worries, if questions are asked multiple times i tend to link them to the original answer. but it's one thing i haven't talked about yet, so you're good.

unfortunately, there is no definitive answer that will definitely help but there are some things i've either done myself or have heard about that are supposed to work, so i've compiled a list of all the tips that would help when you've lost your muse.

look at your muses' source material. this mostly applies to canon muses, but depending on the kind of oc, it might work for them as well. the idea behind it is to potentially watch a few episodes ( maybe ones that heavily feature or develop your character ) of the show your muse is from if you're writing a tv show character; reread the book / certain passages if you have a book muse, or just generally interact in any kind of way with the source material. even if you're canon divergent it might help ignite your muse again when you "see them in action" so to speak.

listening to music. if you're into music, you can probably make a playlist for your character including songs that either remind you of them or are something you think your character would listen to in their own free time. now whenever you're listening to that playlist it can help you inspire your muse.

read fanfics. if you're like me and spend an ungodly amount of time reading fanfics, it's something that can help you get inspiration for your muse. again that mostly only applies to canon muses but seeing the way others write your muse and the different scenarios they can be thrown into, might help with your own muse ( and especially plot ideas / au ideas ) that you can talk about either on the dash, to a friend or someone you'd think could be a great writing partner.

create your own stuff outside of rp for your muse. it kinda ties in into the playlist tip, but there are other ways to "channel" your muse outside of rp. do you enjoy drawing? draw your muse. do you like making mood / aesthetic boards? make one for your muse. there are so many different things you can do for your muse outside of roleplaying / writing that can help you get your muse back. even if it's just by doing other stuff.

talk to your friends. if you have friends or certain writing partners you talk to a lot, it can help to just talk to them about your muse(s). you don't even have to spew plot ideas or discuss things that have to do with roleplay but maybe just some casual talk about specific topics ( or if it's a canon muse, you could talk about their source material and what you like / dislike ).

dream up scenarios. if you're someone with an imaginative mind, one thing that can help is dream up certain scenarios that involve your muse. perhaps certain things that could happen to them and how they'd react, or interactions with other people or just random day-to-day stuff ― just put yourself in their shoes and think about them. ( potentially you'll even have some great plot or verse ideas this way. )

last, but not least, take a step back from roleplaying your muse. i know that this is probably the one people will dislike the most but sometimes the best thing you can do when you've lost your muse is to take a step back from it. if you're forcing yourself to write because you think it's what you're supposed to do, it's pretty much bound to frustrate you and therefore make you lose your muse. we all love our characters and the things we've created for them, but sometimes we have to let go. of course it doesn't have to be a permanent thing, maybe someday you'll get your muse for that character back and make a return to it, but sometimes you'll realize that you can't get your muse back and that is okay.

occasionally, people connect to characters that speak to them during specific times of their life and if these change, it can change the muse for that character because you don't feel as connected to them anymore. you can still cherish that time and love that character but as i said above, if you're forcing yourself to do anything, it's bound to be bad.

anyway, i hope these tips will help! :)

#answered questions.#writing help #roleplay tips #roleplay help #rph #okay to reblog !

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@peemil tagged me... HI EMIL 😁😁😁

three ships:

I literally cant think of jack shit im coming back to this one.

Okay i thought about it. My answer is.

1) FREDDY X JASON ❤️

2) The incomparable Jiles.

And last but not least sorry if its #cringe but....

3) the feminine yet fierce Garashir

first ship:

Ok if i really reach back into the annals of #havihistory.... when i was in like 5th/6th grade I was really into the tumblr community of mjnecraft oc askblogs like askenderbro (i had to google that shit to remember the username and then i found this ask that i literally distinctly remember I SENT IN AS A CHILD. I cant prove it but like I swear on my life I sent this one in. I was always on that men in dresses wavelength. I was always a real one

Anyway TLDR i made my own minecraft oc askblog with my character who was like a cute angelgirl "daughter of notch" and i had made friends with some other probably-kids blog with a similarly aged cute boy oc and we both totally shipped them together LOL after this i wanna see if i can dig up that blog i made... it might just be the earliest posts on my old acct before i remade tho

last song i listened to:

EPERDU BY COCTEAU TWINS 😁😁😁😁😁😁

youtube

Fuck with me

currently reading:

ummm i still need to finish where i left off on heaven and hell by aldous huxley... my mom got me doors of perception + heaven and hell in 1 book as a present and ive been eating it up

currently watching:

BBC GHOSTS 😋😋😋😋😋😋

relationship status:

i ❤️ my friendships and always hope to do what i can do to make them stronger even though i feel it isnt really my strong suit... IM TRYING!!!

current obsessions:

idk but I really miss tabletop gaming like dnd type stuff. Lately i cant stop thinking about how fun it might be to try dming/gming for the first time and i reeeeally want to but finding a group + scheduling shit is so hard i might give up (at least for now until after i graduate 😅)

currently craving:

i was craving pierogis so i went to a restaurant and ate pierogis. its about drive its about power we get hungry we devour 🔥🔥🔥🔥

fave color: BLUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tagging:

oh man. Um. Im supposed to tag like 7-8ppl i think but i feel like half the people i would have tagged emil already just tagged LOL... so instead will say @petitjury @leolaroot @kingdeath000 @slugmaid @wolfstrong @grouperblog @theygotlost @sallytwo @yarboyandy no pressure obviously is for fun... but im always sending good thoughts to you all regardless of anything... PEACE

#txt #tag game

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princessmisery666 · 1 year

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Daily Mixes Challenge - 2K follower celebration

I wasn't sure about doing a follower celebration as I'm quite sporadic with posting but I just surpassed 2K followers, I will be celebrating my birthday in May (the same day as Sam Winchester), and my blog will be turning 3 and I wanted to celebrate.

A multi-fandom challenge with no end date for sign ups or posting entries.

Music inspires me in my day to day life and as I have progressive hearing loss I listen to A LOT of music. I want to consume as much as I can before I can’t do it any more.

So my challenge is this: send me an ASK picking one of the below categories:

Daily Mix 1

Daily Mix 2

Daily Mix 3

Daily Mix 4

Daily Mix 5

Daily Mix 6

Pop

R&B

Hip Hop

Dance

Rock

Metal

2010s

2000s

90s

80s

Chill

Happy

Upbeat

Romantic

Moody

I will hit shuffle on the corresponding Spotify playlist and give you the first song that plays. You then have to write a fic or create a mood board, aesthetic or piece of art based on that song or the feelings it gives you.

More Info below the cut.

I will make sure no one gets the same song.

For anyone who doesn’t use Spotify, it creates “made for you” playlists that are personalised to your tastes and they change from day to day. It changes DAILY, so I don’t know what song you could get. I listen to anything from cheesy pop to hardcore rock.

Info & Guidelines - cause no one likes rules:

Fandoms I’m interested in but you can write for any fandom you wish. Supernatural, Marvel, Top Gun: Maverick, DC, Shadow & Bone, The Witcher, Outer Banks, Yellowstone-verse, Sons Of Anarchy. And probably more feel free to ask.

Bonus points for: Sam Winchester/Jared Padalecki, Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie, Erik ‘Kilmonger’ Stevens/Michael B Jordan, and Geralt/Henry Cavill.

MARVEL NOTE: I won’t read Tony Stark fics. He can be a supporting character but I won’t read anything that is centred around him. Sorry. I have a reason for this that I’m happy to discuss but it’s a bit dark and this is supposed to be fun.😉

Feel free to combine this with any other bingos/challenges you are partaking in if they allow the same.

Can be fluff, smut, angst, kinks, crack, A/B/O, AU’s whatever floats your boat. Dark themes welcome.

Any and ALL trigger warnings must be highlighted. I’ll step out of my comfort zone and read anything - except Tony Stark, paedophilia, necrophilia and scat play (don’t look it up).

Any and all ships welcome.

Can be reader insert, 1st/3rd person, OC or character’s POV. Whatever you prefer.

Fics can be any length, but PLEASE use a ‘keep reading’ line for long posts or fics over 500 words.

If the song you get doesn’t spark any inspiration, there’s no pressure to do it, and feel free to ask for another.

Can request as many songs as you want.

You don’t have to be following me.

No end date for requests

No due date for entries.

Use the tag #666DailyMix so I can find it and don’t forget to tag me in your work.

Would appreciate a reblog for a signal boost

I will reblog all entries

I will create a master list and update whenever there is a new submission

#666DailyMix #music #music asks #music challenge #follower celebration #signal boost #music is life #music is my drug of choice #supernatural #top gun maverick #marvel #DC #The Witcher #fanfic #fiction #aesthetic #moodboards #anything goods #all fandoms

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tedtalkcity · 3 months

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WELCOME TO THE OC BLOG GOOD LUCK FIGURING IT ALL OUT

its me robbie from @dykeseesgod welcome to the silly guy zone

MY TOYHOUSE THIS IS WHERE ITS ALL CONSOLIDATED THIS IS THE BEST PLACE TO LEARN ABOUT EVERYTHING ITS PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE

ASK MY QUESTIONS ABOUT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHIGN FOREVER

more info w/specifics about the thangs under the cut ^_^

MY STORIES ARE AS FOLLOWS

RELIGIONVERSE: set in 1950s new york city following an angel named theodore who is very much not supposed to be on earth. other key characters are his wife (cecily) his weird priest situationship (elijah) god (deity) and luci (satan) ALSO I HAVE A GOOGLE DOC CHRONICLING MOST OF THE LORE THAT YOU CAN READ HERE

INDIE: weird loser named atticus stalks his partner from highschool (axel) because thats easier than addressing his deep-seated childhood trauma. other key characters are axels current girlfriend (mitchell) takes place from the time theyre in 7th grade (2012) to more or less present day (2022)

VARMINT: two twins named shad and shishka, following the long-term aftermath of their dad, damien, killing their mom, sam, and damiens subsequent outing as a prolific serial killer. and theyre also furries! ive had these characters since i was literally age 8 they are my oldest ocs and my dearest children. takes place in 2021

HOMETOWN USA: fucked up town where every resident is based on a song by tom lehrer. no real story just a bunch of guys existing. theyre going through world war III. set in a vague anachronistic alternate 1960s

G&S INC.: normal office guys. listen to andrew in drag by the magnetic fields. set in the mid to late 1990s. daniel and andrew are mitchells parents btw. and emmetts there too

RAINFOREST FLOODS: haunted waterpark! ghouls! ghosts! soul crushing life ruining guilt over things that cannot be changed! toxic yaoi! sorry im getting tired of writing these. characters are andy bruce vincent kelsey and jeff. shared with @ratsbypaulzindel. you really got a hold on me by the beatles

AND ALSO THERES MORE THAT ARENT IN ANY OF THESE STORIES BUT I DONT FEEL LIKE LISTING THEM FIREEMOJI

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ghouljams · 9 months

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You do not sound preachy pookie bear <3 I wanna hear ur writing thoughts! Give us the character creation process for you (side blog for ghoul writing rambles when…? 👀)

A side-side blog is a good idea, I forget sometimes that this is my blog and I can do whatever I want with it, and not like... y'all's library. I'm gonna writing ramble under the cut about character creation

God I love making characters, there's nothing more fun. Except maybe making pinterest boards for those characters. I'm just gonna talk about picking traits because I was recently talking to my friend about how to flesh out one of their characters, and because talking about my actual process got waaaaaay too long.

So the problem my friend had that I think a lot of people had is this: they'd created a character with no negative traits. Of course we don't want to see the bad parts of our OC babies, but they're important! The things that are wrong with us drive us, and my friend was getting really bored with their perfect good trait character.

I'm gonna talk about Goose for this, my favorite blorbo OC, because she's my favorite(sorry other darlings). And I hear you saying, "Wow Ghoul, but Goose is the perfect woman, how could you possibly come up with something wrong with her?" I hear you, I know.

Picking bad traits is really hard! That's why I always advise people to think of the bad parts of their good traits. One man's humility might sound like bragging to another after all.

Goose's core positive traits are that she's: confident, observant, empathetic, competent, loyal, friendly, and steadfast.

Now the bad sides:

She's highly observant to people's emotional states, which is often really annoying when you're trying to keep something to yourself. And especially annoying when Ghost is trying to keep being Ghost and not being Simon.

She's self confident, which can often come off as vain or arrogant in women. She knows what she wants and she's going to get it/do it even if she's not supposed to. (Like fucking Ghost)

She's got a steadfast view of the world, which often makes her blind to other people's intentions. This also makes her stubborn, and unlikely to change her mind when it's made up.

She's really fucking friendly, which can sometimes come off as fake to people that don't know her.

She's loyal almost to a fault. If one of her friends started a fight, she's sure they had a reason for it and they're probably right. Oh you cheated on one of her friends? Good luck with that broken nose and slashed tires. Birdie's in jail? Goose is probably in there with her because nobody fucks with the people she loves.

She's highly competent at her job, and isn't going to listen to other people's advice on how she does that job. This is again where Goose being one of the best can come off as braggy, or bitchy. She doesn't tolerate poorly done jobs, and would rather do it herself than have it done wrong.

Now it's also important to mix in neutral traits that people can go one way or the other on. Theses are the quirks that really make a character fun. Example: Goose is used to training animals and sometimes forget she isn't supposed to train people. Other character quirks could be things like: Love's love of horror and taxidermy, Witch's penchant for Irish goodbyes in the middle of conversations, or Birdie's love of fighting. Not necessarily good or bad things, but definitely quirks of the character.

OR if you're like me and love bad traits in a character you can do the opposite. Find the good in the bad.

Threat: is a flighty sex addict -> is free spirited, charismatic, and good at improvising(exits)

It's not always easy, but it makes it easier to figure out how other characters are going to interact with them. Plus it's a lot of fun thinking about the way different traits are perceived by different people. Anyway I hope this wasn't wildly confusing, I tried to keep it short.

Love you, thanks for letting me ramble <3

#ghoul speaks #writing rambles #I have so much on how I created Goose #Pages of Goose thoughts #was is smart to put my money into a creative writing degree??#probably not but I'm having fun with it #because it means I get to hear all the backstories my friends make for their dnd characters

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arachnidiots · 2 months

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what made you pick up the muse you have? i wanted to try tumblr rp again (i had once in the past but i never stuck with it) and a friend convinced me it wasn’t so scary so i got to thinking well… who can i write and who do i kind of want to write? in my former rpc community, marvel was NOT a hot place… garbage fire actually, and if you were writing a canon it was even more of a dumpster fire. that being said, i really wanted to try my hand at peter parker, and i’d already been writing a lot for him outside of rp for fun. i used to have a little fic type thing that was ic/first pov and it brought me a lot of joy. liam was a test, more than anything. i’m surprised that they’re still a muse i write. they were an oc i made with a friend for fun and i thought why not give it a go and the love has just been so overwhelming that i can’t imagine a blog without liam and peter. they’re a package deal

is there anything you don’t like to write? probably just smut? i don’t think anything else comes to mind

is there anything you really enjoy writing? chaotic and nonsensical threads will always be some of my favorite. often it’s something i can write a lot quicker but also makes me think and try new things. i love when a thread makes me learn. i love learning so also any threads that open my eyes to something or broaden my knowledge about a subject. crossovers are really good for this because i get to explore new shows/movies or revisit loved ones.

how do you come up with your headcanons? something probably happened to me in the moment or i stared at a pinterest board or i heard it in a song

do you write in silence or do you play music? it takes a very specific kind of music to make me write. i either have to be so disinterested and unfamiliar with it or extremely familiar, like know all the words and the pacing. this has led to some embarrassing top five end of year songs

do you plan your replies or wing them? mostly i just wing it but if i get an idea for a future piece of dialogue or concept i will write it down in my notes

do you enjoy shipping? yes, but i don’t think it’s a must or priority! i love it if it happens or if you have any interest in it, but i’m not really always thinking about it

what’s your alias/name? birdie! i’ve had some mutuals call me bird too. i think it’s funny when people use the phrase “a little birdie told me” and i love to see posts with it and laugh to myself about it.

favorite color? red, but i’m not sure what shade

favorite song? i don’t have one but anything by bleachers or florence + the machine i will always love. lately ive been enjoying my kink is karma by chapell roan

last movie you watched? transformers the last knight…

last show you watched? i’m currently making my way through st: enterprise, i’m on s3!

last song you listened to? isimo by bleachers

favorite food? bread. any bread, all bread

favorite season? i suppose spring can be nice but i grew up in a place without seasons so i guess i love the idea of spring

do you have a tumblr best friend? does it count if they’re a best friend i pulled into the tumblr rpc? or a best friend who happens to have a tumblr? no? okay well, i have love and stars in my eyes for every person i meet on here. i make best friends like a six year old during recess. you’re nice? you have a cool shirt? we’re best friends.

tagged by : i stole it from the dash! / tagging: you steal it from me!

#i have such a tendency to ramble SO SO SOSN OSRRY #im worried what this will look like on the dash #anywhoe!!! its been awhile and i have a lot of new mutuals so felt like a fun way to introduce me again #one token please / dash games

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vvanessaives · 11 months

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OC TAG GAME.

i was tagged by @aragorngf and @devilbrakers to categorize some ocs and use this picrew, thank you so much ily both <3

i'm tagging: @uldwynsovs @nuclearstorms @morvaris @reaperkiller @risingsh0t @florbelles @nuwanders @nokstella @faarkas @indorilnerevarine @malefiicarum @katsigian @swanfey @necroticpetals @saintjudegf @denerims @shadowglens and all the ppl i probably forgot or that want to do this!!

-- FAVORITE OC.

vesper moxley + fenix hayes — cp2077

just started and already cheating sorry. listen. i said this multiple times already but in my mind they're literally a package deal, buy one take two. if you ever spent 5 minutes talking to me or looking at my blog you know they literally live in my mind jdfnkds i've gave them infinite amounts of love, care and attention. i'll be honest, i was going to put only fenix here at first (which is crazy that an oc that was supposed to be just a backstory plot point came this far, i've poured into him too much of what's home to me that now he took the shape of my walls, my bad). but. look at that picrew of vesper..SHE'S SO CUTE I'M SO IN LOVE WITH HER <3

-- NEWEST OC.

maverick de soto — infamous if

maverick maeve mav rick eve, i gave them so many nicknames already and we're still are like, at the start of the whole if. they are a cunt, they would rather jump off a cliff than admit when they're wrong, she loves fights and antagonizing whoever falls in their trap..and they love their friends more than anything. i can't wait to see the if unfold because i love maeve SO much already!!

-- OLDEST OC.

selene — oblivion

not counting my characters from original works, selene is the oldest oc i have. i've played oblivion lots of times and she (for the most part) always been there with changes through the years. i went off with the moon as a concept for her, "she's a dreamer from the moon" is a line that always makes me think of her. selene is the unwilling hero, the one that got dragged into smth bigger than herself and slowly, since she had no choice, took the shape of the role they imposed on her. she found a mirage of a home for a little while, only for that to be taken away from her. it's truly not worth it to be a hero, huh?

-- MEANEST OC.

violante waesphine — baldur's gate 3

a difficult battle between vio, akira & zefyr but in the end i went for vio. saying "mean" is an understatement. 'a rose born among thorns'..well she's a thorn born among thorns. it's difficult for me to speak of vio at times, she's more of a concept than a person, more of a numb soldier than the one in charge of her own life. an assasin and a pawn in the hands of a patron, melancholy and remambrance, her life is like a long walk to the gallows and while she's walking that path she has full intention of making it everyone's problem

-- SOFTEST OC.

joelle knight — fallout 4

this one made me realise how i barely have 'soft' ocs jklfds. easy sweep for joelle!! she had her whole life ahead of her with her wife & the son they just adopted, she looked at the future with exctiment until everything was taken away from her. joelle could've let the pain harden her heart but she didn't let that happen. joelle strives to help the people and what's left of the world she knew, she's a cutie who will listen to you talk for hours and crack stupid jokes to see you smile. her 'soft' nature doesn't make her naive so caution is still advised if you try to fool her!!

-- MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC.

zefyr — baldur's gate 3/d&d

i love zefyr madly. MADLY i say. they are a powerful draconic bloodline sorcerer that values their privacy AND peace more than anything else. zefyr lives as a hermit in a forest where they can fully concentrate on their studies of the arcane & such. they do not trust easily (or at all) and their guard is always up. you probably won't get more than a few words from them (unless you ask them about magic and power and such), they just want to be left alone u know? they are known as the ashen terror and not only for their hair color: ashes and fire are the only things they leave behind if you dare anger them!! also they are pink. if pink why evil, they're probably just misunderstood..

-- DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC.

hiraeth one-eye — skyrim

hate to do this to hiraeth so much fkjdsfnk..i wouldn't say they are dumb, but they surely prefer a good swing of their greatsword as a solution to any other more complicated response. they're super friendly, they love music, reading, chickens and dragons and they would risk it all for the people they love!! also they're extremely dangerous so don't let the big smile fool you. they value honor over anything else and they just can't let go of their father's death ://

-- SMARTEST OC.

sibylla — skyrim

you had a dumbest dovahkiin, now have a smartest ex-dragon priest!! a tie between her and joelle but since joy had her shot already, it's sibylla's turn. formely known as vennesetiid (=the winds of time/destiny), sibylla was a breton born during the middle of the merethic era that joined the ranks of the dragon priests for the simple desire of power, and knowledge. she later betrayed her dragon lords and joined forces to defeated them but lost her life during the battle. but it's not over for her!! a silly little situation makes her come back to walk Tamriel's land, this time as a vampire. sibylla has been alive for centuries and centuries and spent all that time studying the arcane and magic and science as well and working to become the most powerful mage that ever lived (lived..kind of). she saw most of the world's history & legends say she had the power to see the future & she's the proud achiver of the first ever gender transition in tamriel, if you don't love her already you better start

-- OC I WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS WITH.

moira velez — fallout new vegas

beside the fact that i love her beyond human comprehension, moira is funny, adventurous, stupid in a good sense as in you can do whatever crazy thing you think of with her, she's an enabler and i think we would have lots of fun together, she's the positive kind of friend that can lift you up from anything when you need it. plus her and my best friend's nv oc are besties so it's like we're all besties to each other!! hehe <3

#feel free to ignore this i'm a bit nervous to tag ppl i haven't done a tag game in ages sjfdksf #tag games #thank you sm again!!! i had so much fun doing this <3 #don't look too much at fenix's picrew. that's not him sooooo bad. he would not say that but it's he would not look like that #also idk how the banners came out this cute..i might just make these for all of my ocs..#oc: vesper #oc: fenix #oc: maverick #oc: selene #oc: violante #oc: joelle #oc: zefyr #oc: hiraeth #oc: sibylla #oc: moira

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mewpangxin · 10 months

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—🎈WRITERS AND ARTISTS APPRECIATION POST🧸— Contents: I'm being quite expressive AXCHOL-

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For @the-v-lociraptor

Ayo, Raps, you are incredibly awesome, I would be down to know about your yuusona, an enthusiast Riddle fan I can simply sense it. Classic choice 😌! I have seen glimpses of you chatting with Ceru and it's only a few crumbs and holy, your brainrot has me invested about your oc lore and background. If we talk more together then I could rant longer---

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For @twistedtalking / (Already sent.)

I gotta say, your concept is unique, I commend you for keeping the characters as accurate as the source material your best as a fellow newer twst writer. Love your incorrect quotes, your ramblings and your humor within the fics you do too. You're doing fantastically and I'm here to cheer you!

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For @suiseisyojo / (Already sent.)

Your headcanons and stories are magnificent, Shye 🥺✨ I feel there's an air of being so well-put, something that when I look, it's like a fairytale with many wondrous moments happening inside and how you display is unprecedented, it's one of my favorites. Your characterization on the boys had me amazed when I go over it to study how it came to be. I love the header and fonts you have ♥️ it's a line with color like pink or black I suppose 🍬

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For @ceruleancattail /(Already sent.)

Let me think how I'll break it down into words, your stories are as if they are cotton candies, tarts, so picture yourself getting thrown into a dream that has scenery so wonderful that you don't want to ever wake up from. In truth, anything sinister is hiding beneath that welcoming grace, the inhabitants there just won't let you leave💕 Your writing is both a paradise and can be nightmare depending on the will of your hands.

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For @kurukuryu / (Already sent.)

When I think about your art, it's as if I'm at a cafe ♥︎ where I can smell a lot variety of sweets with dozens of grand aesthetics paintings! Your sketches are marshmallows, I want to gobble them up honestly <33 they are precious, made me melt on my mind too🌷 I like seeing you talking about everything in general, your yume, ocs, literally anything. And I hope I can be a good friend to you ☕️ˊˎ·˚ ༘

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For @cxlemon / @cxsinesis

I have to say, your portrayals are ornate and euphemistic to look and read at. In my opinion, the imagery, metaphors, how you deliver had me think that it's not just standard actions. Makes me wonder how many years and efforts did it take you to polish your vocabularies and style. Because it's an art and a masterpiece. Other nsfw fics highlights more on the behavior part, that's great too but there's loftiness in your themes and narration. You gave me inspiration on what I might do🥺

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For @kunehori

Your illustrations are hypnotizing, it's as if I'm at the ocean, listening to seagulls chirping, it's peaceful, and I feel so happy and smile like a moron when I saw you on my dash. You can draw and devise texts to form a whole universe with the tip of your brush and on papers. It's fluffy. Beautiful. You captured my attention to your ideas and words. I'm speechless and honored you're here, Ari. (Ty for being a pal on my main too andgjshdheb.)

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For @cupids-chamber

When I visualize about the imparting, it leaves butterflies in my stomach, it's so melodious to my ears, I would never get bored by your writing because it's like I'm in a land of ethereal with spells and myths. You have stolen my sight and mind. I'm enamored to whatever you described in the fable. You have motivated me to broaden my perspectives on that fanfics are frankly precious to me.

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For @blues824

YOUR DILIGENCE IS ADMIRABLE. You did for a lot of fandoms in your account, ranging from anime to even webtoons, you must be experienced on what you're doing, absolutely no doubt on it. And ahem, if you ever have a side blog, lemme notice, I'll be the first to follow you on it because you're amazing. Like seriously, I meant my praise 🍰

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For @siphoklansan

Gurl, you have the most delicious abilities to craft things. I hope you will get excellent scores on tests by the way, rooting for you all the way there. I love how you transform our Thai culture and adapted it into your comic panels, it's truly refreshing because I'm very much immersed to when you verbalized it.

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For @oepionie

It's official that you are one of my favorites. Your headcanons, drabbles, and fics are poetic. They are what grasped my heart, had me blush and squeal to myself whenever I turned around to scrutinize them. Kind of like how it's luring me into the rabbit hole where Alice has once fallen into a dark abyss. To the unknown and it's going to be adventurous 🌻

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For @treytheslay

I eat up your yandere and dark contents, especially if it's about my fav twst characters. Looking forward to the series and what you will plan in your blog. I'm weak to your prompts because I am so fond and curious on what type you will brew up for us to consume next. Will it be angst? Heartbreaking?

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For @miinprn /Not related in twst fandom.

I have been a mutual with you a long time on twt, ever since tog and etc, your doodles and personality is just so comforting to be with and I adore how you color and draw your portraits, they are super pretty. Never stop being yourself, okay? I will always be here for you and encourage you to your goal🪴

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For @hxjikonn

I am feral for your literature dear Haji, god tier stuff right there, I'm telling you 100% because I'm nuts for your imagination and snippets you have. I am totally fine with you being on hiatus as well. Drink a lot of water, have a great break as you look after yourself in reality and managing your life<3

#twst spotlight #tumblr appreciation #artists on tumblr #mewpangxin rambling #blogs recommendations #writers on tumblr #—reblogs

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sassykattery · 1 year

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Twisted Pleasure

Well well well, I have come to present a threesome that doesn't involve my favorite two demons. Well, one of them is in it but now I offer a new player in the game.

Pairing: DiavoloxAltaira(oc)xMephistopheles

Synopsis: Mephistopheles stumbled upon a secret party and found himself joining in.

A/n: this story doesn't exist within the universe of Altaira's fic.

NSFW, obviously.

CW: voyeurism, threesome, spit roast, m! receiving oral, f! receiving penetration. afab! OC uses she/her pronouns.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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It was another one of Diavolo's grand ideas, to have everyone come stay at the castle for a sleepover.

Of course, when it came to Altaira and Diavolo, after they started dating, the sleepovers turned into them wandering off when it was late to have their own party, and they usually weren't seen again until the early hours of the morning, and it was to sneak out to grab refreshments while they were holed up in the prince's bedroom. No one questioned it, because it was those two, one being their ruler and the other being someone all seven pined for, but there certainly were some unhappy brothers grumbling about it.

However, one such demon was conned into coming over who didn't know about this regular occurrence, and so when Mephistopheles realized the prince and the human went missing, he piped up.

"Where are Lord Diavolo and Altaira?"

Asmo snickered, causing Mephisto to raise an eyebrow.

"Why don't you go find them?" Belphie replied with a smirk. "Surely they don't want to miss the movie we're about to watch."

Mephisto rolled his eyes and left the sofa he sat on to do so.

Even Lucifer cracked a smile. "He'll regret that," the eldest sneered.

He wandered the halls of the castle, looking for any sign of the two. The demon was actually becoming annoyed with his task, and was about to give up when he heard some rustling coming from a little ways away. His ears perked up, so he followed the direction of the sound.

As he drew closer, there were voices too, a bit more distinct. But what really got Mephisto's attention was the sweet scent trailing from the same direction. It was familiar, one that he regularly tried to avoid and keep out of his head.

"Unnnhh, Diavolo, yes, right there," she whined out.

Mephisto nearly tripped when he passed by the door he heard that from, eyes wide. Quietly, he turned back and the door was slightly ajar. It was Diavolo's study, and there was a steady round of thuds that sounded in conjunction with feminine moans.

"Oh Diavolo, don't stop," Altaira cooed, obviously in the throes of ecstasy.

"I love you so much," Diavolo called back to her, his voice tight with pleasure.

Mephisto was initially disgusted, but when he heard Altaira moan out again, a whine percolated in his throat, but never dared to fully vocalize. Aggravation swirled in his chest at how she could make him so weak, just a mere human, worse yet, who happened to be fornicating with the Demon Lord himself.

The demon found himself unconsciously palming at his erection over his pants as he listened to her sweet sounds, leaning his back against the doorframe. Furious, but still needing the stimulation, he rubbed harder, hoping either to lose interest or climax, whichever would get him to leave.

"Oh, yes! Yes! I'm cumming!" She wailed, her sweet voice raising in pitch and intensity. Mephisto could hear how she fell apart, her sobs the most illustrious music to him.

He hissed as he felt himself get close, and one hard recoil of his elbow accidentally sent the door swinging open.

"It seems our audience finally wanted to make himself known. Mephistopheles," Diavolo called out calmly.

Mephisto barely turned his head to the side, acknowledging Diavolo had spoken to him.

"You know, it's rude to abandon your guests during a party you're suppose to be hosting," the purple-haired demon retorted.

"Is that what you're really upset about? Or is it that you want to be the one making her feel so good. Why don't you turn around? Hm?" Diavolo more or less demanded.

Slowly, Mephistopheles turned and saw Altaira on her knees atop of Diavolo's desk, looking at him over her shoulder. Her shirt open, pants and panties strewn across the floor near the desk. The two were on the side of the desk, her side profile perfectly in view. Diavolo was behind her, still obviously connected. His arm was stretched beside her, palm on the desk. His coat was laid on a chair, shirt sleeves rolled up and slacks still on.

Diavolo murmured to Altaira, leaning close to her ear while looking at Mephisto, "What do you think, darling? Should we let him have a taste? I know he's been dying to know what a human feels like."

"If you don't mind sharing, I don’t see why not," she purred back, also gazing at Mephisto with a lusty haze across her eyes. "Come here," she beckoned with her fingers.

Without thinking, Mephisto approached, and it was only when he was much closer he realized what he was doing. He held up his finger, "Now wait, this is most improper. I can't believe you two would so shamelessly–"

"Either give me your cock or shut up and leave," Altaira growled. Diavolo smirked.

"You'd best do as she says," the prince added.

Mephisto glared down at Altaira, wondering how it was a human could command him so. He wanted to obey her every word, make her pleased. Stopping at the edge of the desk, she turned ninety degrees to fully face him, her hands working at his belt and zipper.

Altaira freed his cock from its confines, mostly hard and dripping with precum already. She dropped lower to take the head into her mouth, licking the precum and teasing with her tongue around the edges.

"Fuck," he hissed, his hand coming up to grip her long blonde locks in it while she began taking more of him in her mouth.

Diavolo repositioned himself behind her and slid back into her cunt, making her moan against the cock she sucked on. The prince's thrusts made her take more of Mephisto's cock, stuffing it further and further down her throat. He was large, but not nearly as Diavolo's was. Her throat constricted around his member, making him breathless as she gagged on it. His hand pulled at her hair, making her pull off for air, before pushing her mouth back on his cock and beginning to face fuck Altaira.

"You're so hot, baby. Look how good you make him feel," Diavolo cooed to Altaira. She then looked up with her beaming shadow blue eyes, making Mephisto's heart twinge.

"Isn't she amazing," Diavolo purred, watching her every move. He started pounding faster, and her head bobbing increased in speed as well.

Her whines and moans only furthered Mephisto's pleasure, making him groan as he watched her beautiful lips roll across his cock. Her hands came to rest on his hips, allowing him to fuck her throat how he saw fit. His own hand caressed her jaw, a gentle gesture that wasn't unnoticed.

Tears pricked her eyes, but when his gaze wandered her delicious body, he saw how she began tensing up, eyes rolling back. A sob sounded in her throat as she came undone before both demons, causing both to release into her. Mephisto held her head in place as his cock throbbed, ropes of his cum shooting into her throat. Curses fell from his lips as he watched her swallow each drop mindlessly. She shuddered as her own release was still climbing in intensity. He stayed still, watching her cum with his cock still in her mouth, and lord was it a sight.

Diavolo moaned, feeling her walls gripping onto his cock like it was the last thing she'd ever do. His own cock pulsed, painting her walls in his release. It was only after the prince relaxed, breaths evening out again that she fell limp onto the desk.

The prince smirked and looked up at Mephisto. "Go on back to everyone else and enjoy the rest of your evening," he ordered.

After Mephisto put himself back in order, clothes straightened out, he left without another word, racking his brain for what just happened. He took his time returning to the common room where everyone was, hoping to calm himself.

Once he made his appearance, immediately Satan looked over at him, smirking deeply. "Oh? Did you find them?"

The rest of the brothers briefly glanced over at the nobledemon.

Mephisto scoffed and found his seat to watch the rest of the movie. But it took all of two seconds that the others noticed a familiar sweet scent coming off of Mephistopheles, causing them all to bristle with contempt and jealousy.

Oh no, Mephisto didn't quite come to regret finding the pair as the eldest Avatar had suggested earlier that evening. It was the regret of knowing he'd never have the opportunity again to fuck the human exchange student that he so pined for as well.

As for Diavolo and Altaira, neither were seen until early in the morning. Mephistopheles happened to be getting water from the kitchen when Altaira sauntered in, wearing a red satin robe and black slippers. She pawed through the pantry for a few snacks, and when she turned to see the nobledemon standing there, she gave a sweet smile and walked off without a word. He groaned, rubbing his face into his hand, wondering how he'd ever get over the infatuation, now that he'd had a taste.

That was Diavolo's twisted pleasure after all, teasing others with what they couldn't have.

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