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bonefall · 3 months

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(dif anon) So is Ashfur grooming Shadowsight a plotline you would keep/rework in BB? I'm not so keen on the way canon used it to retcon his epilepsy, but I do think a plotline examining how clerics can be vulnerable to abuse from StarClan spirits is kinda compelling

Shadowsight's epilepsy is staying in BB, the Erins can try and take it away again over my dead body

Yes, that's staying and BB!StarClan was reworked with unfairness in mind.

This time around, I'm considering the idea that Ashfur didn't work completely alone. After the events of Squirrelflight’s Horror, Silverpelt's divisons are starting to crackle the stars.

Skystar and the other more traditional spirits are losing patience with the peace that Fire Alone brings, and the ways that the code has been bent.

They feel that honor is being lost in their descendants.

Even angels disrespect the collective; see how Skypelt has its own heaven? With a demon in its midst? There is blasphemy even in the skies.

Firestar and the more modern pantheon are ferociously defensive of the choices of the living. StarClan exists for them; not the other way around.

Meanwhile, Mousefur has gone missing. Others start to blink out, too. This is causing panic... and Ashfur keeps it quiet that he's the only one who knows where they've gone.

The angels that plan action probably were a small group to begin with, radical spirits. Skystar and Ashfur are two of them, and Ash is the "youngest." So when he comes down to the mortal plane and betrays them, very few other angels knew what had happened.

(I might even have a few angels be doing the various supernatural things in that first book, but slowly, Ashfur is wittling down their numbers until it's just him.)

I'm still working out specifics, but the other angels that Ashfur has consumed are giving him a massive power boost. He can use this to jump between planes freely, and he's able to do some whacky things like weave dreams and pull nightmares out of the Dark Forest.

The most important unique power he has, which he can do ALL on his own once he's absorbed enough starpower, is blast Shadowpaw with a bolt of lightning. The electric current runs through Shadowpaw's brand new scar, giving him a connection to StarClan like he's a little radio tower.

Thing is... when StarClan is blocked off, the only signal he receives is Ashfur's.

So, Shadowpaw.

From the time he was very young, Shadowkit has had an unhealthy relationship to life and death

He watched a lot of cats die before he was old enough to really understand it, and the only one who came back was Heartstar.

His epilepsy was so severe it would have been terminal. He was prepared to die as a kit.

Tawnypelt took him to the Tribe to learn more about treatments, bringing back a method of refining chamomile to manage the convulsions.

When people come back from death, it was to serve "a purpose."

He feels like he needs to be special, like he needs to find the great meaning in his life. The reason why he's still here.

In BB, there can be guardian angels. Cats you knew in life who decide to watch out for you in the afterlife. Moleflight is Jayfeather's, Shrewface is Squirrelflight’s. Ashfur poses as Shadowpaw's.

THAT is how I plan to address my criticism. Ashfur DOES build a very personal, trusting relationship with Shadowpaw, pretending to be the one who's here to give him the destiny he craves. Pretending like he's someone looking out for him.

I actually LIKE how desperate the situation was in-canon and I want to stress how none of this was Shadow's fault, so I also plan to keep that they had very little choice. Shadowpaw trusts his angel completely, and Ashfur coaches him on saying all the right things.

The older Clerics are suspicious, but... what else can they do?

Also, instead of framing this all as something Shadowpaw needs to "atone" for, I'm going to make certain cats unfairly scapegoat him for bringing the Impostor into the forest. Shadowpaw himself agrees with them, blaming himself, but he has to learn it wasn't his fault.

He DIDN'T let anyone down by failing to live up to great expectations, and there's no way he could have known that Ashfur was using him. This never happened before, he always made the choice he thought was right and tried to make up for harm done, and he's not responsible for what his abuser made him do.

I actually want to have him figure out some of this by talking to DF demons, towards the end. Cats faaaar more responsible for what they did in life than him.

Ravenwing in particular, who was also mislead by a rogue StarClan spirit, but... ultimately decided that if StarClan was right in their judgement.

He was told (by Birchface, but he still doesn't know who it was in particular) to make three kittens unsafe by revealing their parentage. His choice killed three innocent children, and lead to the Queen’s Rights.

And StarClan was furious that he'd ever believe they'd want something so CRUEL.

And even if they DID want something so cruel... "Then they wouldn't have been ancestors worth following. And that's why I believe it's right that I'm here."

As a Cleric, he had authority on their behalf. And if they would misuse it through him, he wishes he could have just given it right back.

And Shadowsight's lightbulb goes Ding!

The very last thing Ashfur does in TBC, when the jig is up and he's about to be killed by the Lights in the Mist and a bunch of Demons who have come to defend their home, is swallow a Founder-- Skystar.

He takes the level of a true god, and reaches a nearly undefeatable level of power. Instead of black water, he's so large, malicious, and has a gravitational pull so massive it starts destroying the afterlife. It shatters the purgatory (Meadow of Young Stars) into floating cosmic fragments, and Heaven and Hell are set to collide.

Shadowsight confronts Ashfur, politely explaining that he's, well... done a lot of thinking, and, he doesn't really want what he gave him. "You can, uh, have this back!"

And blasts the lightning from his scar right back at him, like a chain, holding the screeching eldrich horror in place. Every ally he's made, here in the DF, come down from StarClan, and as Lights in the Mist, jump to his side. They can't hold down Ashfur, but they can hold SHADOWSIGHT

While they're all supporting him, Bristlefrost sees the one chance to get rid of him, once and for all. A clear shot. She bolts, pounces, and SHOOTS right into Ashfur like a falling star, knocking them both off the edge of the heaven he destroyed, burning up in orbit with a monster a hundred times her size.

And after that, Shadowsight has to go home and live with this.

He gave up the very connection that made him so special, and now he has to go back to being a Cleric without StarClan.

but the other Clerics accept this. They have to. They were all complicit in the choices that allowed the Impostor to rise.

What Shadowsight learns is... everyone was part of this. From those who made the follies with him, to the supporters and rebels against the impostor, to those who helped him realize his worth, to Bristlefrost who ultimately killed Ashfur.

He is valuable because living is valuable.

Everyone, and everything, matters. All cats have a role to play, and he was never alone.

I want to close him out in BB!TBC on a tea scene that parallels the various points in his life. Others used to prepare his chamomile treatments FOR him, in careful doses, because it is a very serious medicine. Now, at the end, he's the one brewing it.

A fully fledged Cleric, who realizes he's never been alone. Cats who love him were around him the whole time, making his medicine, and they'll love him even after he's given up his powerful gift. So now he's at the stage in his life where HE can make that medicine, share his wisdom with others, and find fulfillment in the skills he's acquired over a hard life brightening.

#Ashfur was a scary and terrifying villain worthy of the WC hall of fame #I will make him WORSE #I should change one of the titles to the later books to The Black Hole as a reference to BB!Ashfur swallowing other stars #Maybe the last one since that's where his bossfight happens lmao #I love the vibe of all the morally gray and post-redemption cats of BB seeing Shadow like #''Youve done nothing wrong. Youre literally just baby.''#Lmao Breeze like 'oh honey nooooo'#Lineup of guys like What Are You In For?#'Tyranny of an ancient civilization'#'Political assassination'#'Attempted murder of a child'#'Did what a bad person told me :('#And they all drop their shit to be like 'its ok youre ok youve done nothing wrong'#I kinda want to give him an honor title that means 'Whole Shadow'#In reference to the way that when you stand with a dozen people behind you #You only cast a single shadow #better bones au #BB!TBC #BB!Shadowsight

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leafpool-loves-ashfur · 6 months

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calling it now people are going to ship Flipclaw and Podlight

#id ship it too honestly if it werent for Flipclaw and Feather already being so darn cute #also has anyone else realized that the chapters are like. filler filler filler we are just padding out things and making them longer to #fill space then BAM BIG DRAMATIC PLOT TO GET YOU HOOKED FOR THE NEXT BOOK!#like the fact that warriors has to stick to the whole 6 books per arc thing is what really kills them in my opinion #like there would be a lot less needless filler and it could focus on just telling the story instead of being like #'uh... how do we make this 3 book thing fit 6 books...? oh i know! more journey chapters!'#at least so far i feel like TBC and ASC have been better about it. like they actually go to new and fun places and do silly things #but cmon. didja really need to go on a journey rn. it also makes the drama in the clan feel less... impactful...#like ur telling me the clans just put their incoming war on pause for you?#also stop being afraid to kill the leaders you cowards #a leader/deputy should have died each book corresponding to the title #anyway i do like the set of villains for this arc #a starless clan #asc thunder #asc spoilers #podlight #flipclaw #warrior cats #warriors #warriors ocs

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harriertail · 1 year

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Bramblestar will probably die in the 5th book, because it’s definitely going to be named thunder. It also seems like a thing the Erin’s would do, with the last book having leadership drama crammed in. There’s also him dying at the very end of the 4th book, leading the 5th book to have leadership stuff and the last book resolving it. I prefer the last one since I just want this douchebag to die ☹️

God I don’t even know. I love squirrel but I don’t want her as leader because shes too old and TC needs something new- we gotta move on from the old characters and let new shit happen. But i dont want that whining flame guy as TC’s leader LMAO so. I’m 90% sure this 3/4 of the Clan can remove a leader by vote rule is getting used on him, Tigerstar, or the potential new RC leader so… Any guesses on TC’s potential new leader?

#i would say twigbranch BUT she didnt get any focus in TBC or the first ASC books so #but it would be good for her arc #even if i hate cats not from that Clan being their leader #also love how we’ve all guessed Wind as the next book title #ascs book titles have me a bit :/#idk how windclan will feature tho… Sky rlly barelt had any SkyClan tho so #asc spoilers #warrior cats spoilers

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lnlightning81 · 20 days

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The Drivers - Part 1

Series Title : Younger Sister (TBC)

Summary: Being Lando Norris' sister made it surprising that it was one of your only visits to the paddock. Ollie made sure to introduce you to all the drivers and show you about.

Pairing/s: Oliver Bearman x Norris!Reader, Lando Norris x Sister!reader , Grid x Norris!Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

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Series Masterlist

Oliver Bearman Masterlist

Lando Norris Masterlist

It wasn’t exactly hard being Lando’s sister, especially when you hardly went to races. Silverstone just never matched up with when you could take holidays from your part time job and the break from school but now you were close to finishing high school and had left your part time job to travel with Lando -with him paying for literally everything because what else should brother’s do?-

The last couple of days of school and you finally decided it was time for you to change your phone wallpaper back to your favourite picture of yourself and Lando. When Lando got moved into F1, you changed your phone wallpaper back to a less obvious picture of yourself and Lando, so you didn’t get people wanting to be your friend just because of Lando.

Now you were at the first race you had been to in a long while -Silverstone- sat in the Mclaren garage just wanting to annoy Lando as a little sister should do but he was interviewing and you didn’t want to be in front of the camera. That’s when you saw Max walk past the garage alone. Max was basically a brother he’d been about since as long as you could remember.

“Max” you called before jumping on his back

“Missing LN, are we?” He asked, and you nodded

“Lan left me in the garage alone” you pouted, and he chuckled

“What are you going to do when you’re the only one with him?” He asked, starting to walk again.

“Where are you going?” You asked him, resting your head on his shoulder

“Going to find your brother to return his property” He joked, and you slapped his arm. Max laughed as he walked to the media pen, stopping next to Lando and dropping you onto the floor

“Your property, I believe” Max tapped your head before walking away

“Lan I’m bored” You whine, and his PR manager laughed

“You didn’t bring anything to keep her entertained?” His PR manager asked

“I thought she’d find some random F2 driver’s girlfriend to talk to, but obviously not” I pouted, shoving him away

“I don’t know if they’re just random people or girlfriends and family” You shrugged, and he nodded

“Fair point, I guess. Come on I’ll introduce you to Ollie he’s over there” You nodded, following behind him as he walked away, gripping onto his wrist

“Y/N no one’s gonna kidnap you” He laughed, and you gripped his wrist tighter

“But it’s so busy, and I don’t know where I’m going” You whine as he comes to a sudden stop, causing you to bump into his back.

“Ollie” the older sibling smiled at the younger boy, who was just happily sipping on his drink

“Oh hey Lando. Y/N” He smiled, looking up

“Hey” You smiled back at him

“You already know Ollie?” Lando questioned, and you nodded

“I’ve not been avoiding Formula racing all together or living under a rock” You shrugged

“And he knows you?” Lando looked between the two of you.

“Ollie follows me on instagram. I became quite the popular girl at school” You giggle thinking back to prom when you were being questioned on how you were now followed by not only Lando but Oliver Bearman. What Lando didn’t need to know is that you two were secretly texting and had plans to go for ice cream after his sprint race while Lando was doing whatever practice.

“Okay well bye. I’ll see you in an hour” Lando walked away, and that’s when it became awkward

“You’ve definitely not been to a race in a while” Ollie chuckled, taking your smaller hand in his larger hand and moving you out of the media pen.

“They’re scary. There’s always so many people here, and I never know who I’m allowed to be talking to” you pouted

“Come on I’ll introduce you to the drivers, some of them anyway” Ollie led you back into the paddock and in between all the different motorhomes starting with Ferrari as he was meant to be in there anyway.

“We’ll start with Ferrari because at least if you get lost, you can’t miss the bright red” He grinned, leading you inside and over to a couple of people talking. Charles and Carlos. You obviously knew who the drivers were. They just didn’t know who you were.

“Done with your interviews?” Charles asked, and Ollie nodded

“Yeah, I finished those. Now I’m showing Y/N about the place” He smiled as both the Ferrari drivers looked at you.

“Girlfriend?” Carlos asked, and Ollie shook his head as you laughed

“Lando’s sister. I don’t know how I ended up with her” Ollie replied, and you looked up at him slightly offended

“Lando’s sister?” Charles repeated, and you nodded

“Lando has another sister?” Carlos asked.

“We didn’t meet while you were teammates. I was still quite busy with school. It’s been my first race for a while. I don’t know many people here” you replied as he nodded slowly

“You look like Lando, to be honest” Charles tilted his head

“It’s the curls” You shrugged as Ollie took your hand again

“Next garage” He cheered, pulling you out. You gave a polite wave to the Ferrari drivers as Ollie pulled you to the Red Bull garage. You knew Max. When you stayed with Lando during holidays or lockdown, he would stream with Max.

“Hey Y/N” Max smiled, wrapping you in a hug

“Finally! A familiar face” You hummed hugging him back

“What happened to me introducing you to everyone?” Ollie asked, and you smiled, turning to look at him as you pulled back from the hug

“Max and Lando are like best friends. Lando has a thing about people called Max” You joked as Max Fewtrell walked up behind you

“What about us Max’s?” He asked, causing you to jump and let out a scream

“Bog off Max” you replied

“Ohh not the Tracy Beaker line” He joked, and you rolled your eyes. Both Lando and Max still had a thing about you swearing, not like you were legally an adult, so you resorted to saying ‘Bog off’

“Are you lost? Do I need to carry you back to Lando”? He asked, and you shook your head

“Ollie is showing me about and introducing me to different people” You smiled, and he nodded, ruffling your hair

“Well P is lost, so I’m gonna go find her. Be safe” Max walked off as Checo joined

“Ah Checo this is Lando’s youngest sister Y/N” The Dutch man introduced you, and you smiled at Checo

“Nice to meet you” you hummed, looking at Ollie for help. Checo and Lando weren’t exactly the best of friends.

Ollie continued to introduce you to different drivers until it was time for him to return you to Lando - that was Lando’s words - so now you were following Ollie back to the Mclaren garage. He stopped outside, and you smiled at him

“Thank you for showing me about” You thanked him, and he nodded

“Are we still up for ice cream tomorrow?” He asked, and you nodded

“We are. But you’re coming to me. I still don’t know where I’m going” you replied

“Then I’ll meet you outside here?” You smiled with a nod as Lando walked out the garage

“Home time” He cheered, and you laughed, waving bye to Ollie as Lando walked you out of the paddock as he talked to Oscar.

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houseoflibra-if · 3 months

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"House of Libra? It's best not to talk about them, lest you wish to end up silenced like how they once were."

House of Libra.

Once the peacekeepers of the kingdom, now reduced to nothing but a lost tale. They were well respected by many for maintaining the balance of the lands, yet betrayed by those who wished for too much.

However, without House Libra keeping the balance alive, the world succumbs to the ire of the Zodiac Aura. A powerful dose of magic pulses through the lands, mutating anyone without protection. But protection can only last so long, and it's only a matter of time before the Aura consumes the lands whole.

Your family remains as one of the only branches of House Libra left alive. Due to the natural essence of your house, your family is less affected by the Zodiac Aura. No matter, as House Libra grows smaller, the world continues to eat itself alive.

It's up to you to restore the peace in the lands, for you were born under the Equinox sky.

"Never forget my words, little star. This House may have fallen, yes, but we will rise again."

House of Libra: Resurgemus is an upcoming interactive fiction inspired by the zodiac signs. You will have the freedom to explore the story and its characters with depth, so questions and various asks are greatly encouraged! This series will be 16+ (TBC), on Twine.

Features:

Play as a male, female or non-binary person. Have the freedom to choose your appearance based on what you like.(Please take note that I am a new writer, as such I do not have much experience with writing non-binary characters/pronouns. Please bear with me!)

Shape your character and personality, should you be kind, cold or a sassy boss, the choice is yours.

Build relationships- or break them if you wish. The choice is yours, but your actions will have consequences.

Have a say in the way your back story is woven. Choose your desired trauma that will affect certain plots of the story.

Choices matter. Your actions and words will influence the ending you achieve, so be wise with how you wish to shape your story.

Romance ranges between the 4 given options, shower them with your own type of affection for they will adore you nonetheless. Or you could lead them to their deaths. Woopsie.

Choose your relationship with your family. Are you a loving family? Or do you constantly need family therapy? Choose their fates as well (but don't kill all of them, that's kinda mean.)

Gain new skills and various powers that will aid you in your journey. But be warned, will they great power comes great responsibility. And a greater chance of messing things up.

Various endings will (hopefully) be available based on your choices.

This IF will be more focused on interactions and choices compared to stats. I don't think I plan on having stats. Maybe a sanity bar, but I'll see how well the coding goes.

Romance Options

Avira/Aurelius Lozenges, [RO]

Age: 26

The eldest child of House Leo, Avira/Aurelius is the epitome of the zodiac's charms. Charismatic, ambitious and loyal to a fault, there's no wonder why they're called by the admirable title of House Leo's Golden Lion. They are expected to take over the ruling throne once their father retires.

Although, with every envied perfect child comes a chamber of secrets, and they are no different. Guarded eye(s) and tense shoulders, they seem constantly restless under judgmental gazes of everyone in the kingdom.

Perhaps, you may be able to give them the freedom they long for. After all, a lion in a castle is still a caged lion.

Romance trope:

Love at first fight

Tame a wounded beast

Cocky/Arrogant -> Soft/Sweet

Castora/Castor Dioscuri, [RO]

Age: 24

The renowned child of House Gemini, they are known for their sharp mouth and playful personality. Castora/Castor remains as the number one It Girl/Guy of the kingdom as they're not only captivating in nature, but they too posses a brilliant mind like no other. Having them on your side would be quite advantageous, no?

There's something off putting about them though, as the House of Gemini have always borne children that are twins no matter how different. Yet, Castora/Castor remains as the only member of House Gemini to be born alone.

Will you dig deeper into their depths? Or will you drown in their eyes, just like everyone else? With them, you are never alone.

Romance tropes:

Slow burn

Frenemies -> lovers

Closed off heart that's waiting to be loved

Esme/Esmeray von Aquaria, [RO]

Age: 28

Some people call them cursed.

And to others, they were simply unlucky as a child for straying too far.

Esme/Esmeray is a child of House Aquarius, yet they couldn't despise it enough. Known for being one if the most influential houses due to their unyielding intelligence, a child of House Aquarius must be perfect in the eyes of others.

Yet Esme/Esmeray is the exact opposite of that. Cursed by the effects of Zodiac Aura when they were younger, they carry the mark of the Waxing Moon. This affected their life despite protection given, and they will not rest until they slay the beast that hurt them so.

They have a cold and distant personality, paired with one of the brightest minds in the kingdom only to be rivaled by the child of House Gemini. Will you be the one to thaw this icy heart? Or will you suffocate in the depths of Aquaria?

Romance trope:

Grumpy/sunshine

Cold -> absolute simp

Heated arguments and soft confessions

Nyoka Constello, [RO]

Age: same as player character

The forgotten children of the banished zodiac. Nobody remembers how this House used to flourish as they are now called the Followers of Ophiuchus. Scorned by the lands and cursed by the stars, the last surviving followers live in hiding. Now, they are nothing but tales woven in time.

Well, that's for everyone else. Nyoka just so happens to be your childhood friend, having been born under the same moon and stars aligned. They used to be docile and caring, but times have changed and so have they. Don't fret, little star, for they still have a soft spot for you.

They have an unusual appearance, with a long and sturdy sea-snake tail paired with sharp semi-curved horns. Their dark eyes seem to pull you in, rivaling the stars above.

But the mutation is spreading, and they've no clue how much time they have left. Save them, if you must. Or watch the one you once loved die.

Romance trope:

Angst. Just angst. And maybe fluff.

Childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers

"Perhaps we were soulmates in another life."

Here are some things you need to know:

I am a new writer (this is my first interactive fiction project.) so not everything will be smooth sailing.

I estimate the demo to come out mid this year, but personal matters may change some things.

This is my passion project. Please don't expect me to dedicate all my time onto this as I have a life as well.

I'm very new to coding, so learning twine will take a while. I'll have to do a few test runs before releasing the demo.

I adore feedback and asks about the game. It helps me improve as a writer while getting to build my characters more.

I want to have fun with everyone, so hateful criticism will not be tolerated. Treat me with respect and I will return the gesture.

That's all for now (I think). Have fun reading!

Demo (TBA) || Character Post (TBA) || World building (TBA)

Credits to Doshiart on picrew for the character portraits!

#twine if #twine #twine game #interactive fiction #romance #fantasy #ro #House of Libra:Resurgemus #HOLR #upcoming #interactive novel #interactive game #wip #if

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dutchwinter · 1 year

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info post for never ends [working title, tbc], a thursday zine

all types of art or writing are allowed, besides anything in video/gif format. subject matter is also up to you! pieces about a specific song, album, or your experiences or feelings about thursday or anything specific, or anything else all allowed! digital and traditional are all okay.

1 piece per person. let me know me if you want to do 2 pieces, but try and stick to 1. let me know how you would like to be credited or social medias you would like tagged! [im very lenient on this rule, submit however many you want]

send me/tag me on tumblr all your pieces. if i don't see it please tell me! i will reply or reblog if i've seen it! no emailing bc i just dont want to do all that.

send me an ask for any questions! dm if needed but try to send an ask first, so other people who may have the same question can find my answer. any asks will be under the tag #thursday zine asks! also im open to name suggestions!

zine will be available online to look at or download/do whatever for free sometime soon after the deadline on issuu if i can lol and fully on canva

deadline: may 31 [this may be changed] deadline is june 26! this STILL may be changed if needed it was needed, deadline is july 15th! this is the final deadline

i look forward to seeing all your pieces! reblog to spread the word for me? <3

#thursday band #thursday #never ends #nervououos #name WILL be changed #submissions r seen in the 'never ends' tag even though.. thats not the name of the zine.. but it works for now

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ignitingthesky · 8 months

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The Silt Verses

(A chronological compilation of chapter titles up to Chapter 32: do read it aloud as verses are.)

Let Me Speak First Of Revelations

And Next Of Dark Deceit

Then I'll Speak Of Champions

Of Lovers, Gods And Beasts

My Song Is Long And Twisted

It Winds, It Worms, It Wends

It Carries Few, It Drowns Many

And Those I Love, It Rends

My Song Has Taken Hold Of Me

It Grips My Tongue, My Throat

My Voice Cries Truths I Never Knew

And To Fight Is Just To Choke

So Let Me Dwell Eternal

And In Ruined Flesh Ascend

For My Song Has No Beginning...

And The Current Flows On Without End

If I Could Trace With Bloodless Fingers

If My Hands Could Shape The Flow

I'd Bear This Song To The Precipice

And Rend Us Both To Dust Below

We'd Both Go Plunging Downwards

One Final Fall From Grace

I'd Howl, I'd Scream, In Victory

And We'd Be Gone Without A Trace

But We'll Never Be Rid Of Each Other

My Song, My Sorrow And I

So I'll Bear It Trembling Onwards

To Drift On, To Dream, To Die

And Where My Final Footsteps Fall

Something Dreadful Shall Arise

Its Gaze Shall Fall O'er Trembling Plains

Its Wrath Shall Scald The Sun

And Where Once Its Howling Forebears Walked

Some Day There Shall Be None

The Wise Man Knows The Taste Of Rot

(tbc)

#the silt verses #tsv

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dianneking · 10 hours

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The Affair - Chapter 2 (Larissa/Reader)

Hello everyone, here's the second installment to this little fic. Writing has been slow-going but the kind comments I got on chapter 1 both here and on AO3 were a great motivation to put in the work when I had the time and brainpower to do so. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Larissa Weems/You Rating: Mature Tags: Alcohol consumption, Morally Ambiguous Character, Swearing, Boss/Employee Relationship, Seduction, Second-person POV, Teacher Reader, Power Imbalance.

AO3 link in title below

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Chapter 2 - Private Booth

“I must admit this is highly unprofessional of me, but I cannot help but find you incredibly alluring, darling.” She murmured in your ear and you heard a breathy laugh exiting your mouth, feeling as if it came from miles away.

You weren’t sure how the evening had evolved to this point, if you had to be perfectly honest. You were sure you both had been the picture of professionality at the start of your dinner together, sitting primly at the table in the private booth, ordering a light meal and talking about lesson plans and your previous work experiences.

You had been nervous, but except for the unusual setting, it hadn’t been that different from countless other meetings you’d had with principals. And, you mused as you took a bite of your salad, to be honest you appreciated having this conversation over food for once instead than in a stuffy office.

Was it some sort of cultural difference that outcasts had? Or was it a peculiarity of the woman sitting in front of you? She seemed like someone who was more than able to disregard rules if she wanted to.

You found yourself liking that, despite your usual aversion for rule breaking.

Then…then Larissa (she had asked you to call her Larissa at some point, you were sure of that) Larissa had offered to share a bottle of wine “to toast together at a fruitful collaboration” and you had had half a mind to turn the offer down, but found yourself agreeing. Why the hell not? It had been ages since you drank some good wine, and your principal looked like the kind of woman who’d only choose good alcohol.

“You have great taste,” you had commented, sipping on your first glass, and it had been at that moment that you had felt the energy in the booth starting to shift. She had dabbed her mouth on her napkin, and let her eyes roam over your figure for a handful of seconds more than it was polite to do before replying, “Oh of course. I very rarely lose my time when it’s not worth it.” Her lips had curved up in a smirk and you had had to take another sip of that wine to give time to your suddenly galloping heart to slow down a bit. Surely she was still talking about the wine, wasn’t she?

But then the conversation had moved on and you thought you had imagined the flirty undertone. Surely she wouldn’t be the type to do something like that, would she? Even if you hadn’t actively sought out gossip, surely you would have heard if Nevermore’s principal was a serial seducer, right?

Larissa had been an extremely pleasant conversationalist, and often you found yourself invested in the latest anecdote from one of her travels, or her opinion on one subject or another. You laughed at her recounting of the antics of her students, and were amazed at the lavish traditions of Nevermore that she insisted on educating you on.

You could have listened to her talk all night long, looking at how her face danced with emotions, how the passion she had for her job and her loyalty to her school shone in her voice as well as her eyes. And the way she ran her tongue against her teeth every now and then had you completely mesmerized. You were hanging on her lips and had given up feeling self conscious about it. You wanted to know more about this mysterious lady. You wanted to know all that she’d be willing to tell you.

And you were acutely aware that you still hadn’t discovered what exactly had happened that had left her for several months on sick leave. The students talked of an attack of undead to the school but you were sure those were exaggerations, and that there was a less…fanciful explanation. Teenagers are known for making a big deal out of small mundanities. Even taking that into account, it seemed like mysteries surrounded this woman, wrapping around her like the subtle yet lingering scent of her perfume.

“You smell amazing.” You had blurted out, and almost clapped a hand over your own mouth, horrified at your sudden boldness. That was not something to say to your boss who apparently still had the power to fire you if she somehow found you lacking!

But she hadn’t bristled, nor had she seemed in any way angry or offended. She had simply chuckled lightly, and busied herself with swirling wine inside her glass with slow, hypnotic movements.

“Thank you, dear. It’s Ambre Nuit, by Dior, obviously.”

“...Obviously.” You had parroted back, even though you knew nothing about perfumes and even less about Dior. Your eyes were glued to her hand, still cradling the bowl of the wine glass. You had not noticed until now just how long and tapered and beautiful her fingers were. How effortlessly they curled on the glass shoulder to loosely swirl its contents. A part of you wondered how those hands would feel on your body.

“You know? You could smell it even better if you came to sit beside me…there’s plenty of space on this bench…” her voice had trailed off, and it might have been the wine coursing in your system, but this time you felt like you could almost taste the promises in her voice.

And that’s how you had found yourself squeezed besides her on the bench, your thigh pressed against hers, the fabric of her dress and of your trousers the only thing separating your skin from making contact with hers. You were acutely aware of how dimmed the lights had been in the private booth, and how the waiters had stopped coming around after they had delivered your desserts.

A perfect setup, suggested the romantic part of your brain, a part that was often overlooked and laid dormant in the day to day routine.

A perfect trap, countered the more cynical part, who couldn't help but wonder how many times had the beautiful woman beside you put on this show for her latest prey.

It just all seemed so effortless for her. She mixed her flirting (it had to be flirting by now, right?) with more easygoing topics, she kept topping your glass off with that lovely wine, as well as drinking just as much herself. One part red flag, one part irresistible temptation.

And it was at that point that she had leaned over, and you had felt her breath hot on your ear, and you were sure you had drank way too much wine because just that little puff of air made your skin erupt in goosebumps and your head spin.

“I must admit this is highly unprofessional of me, but I cannot help but find you incredibly alluring, darling.”

“I must be dreaming” you said before your common sense could stop you, the tingling of your giggle still in your throat.

But not even in your wildest dreams could you have imagined how her hand felt as it fell on your thigh, light as a feather, but making your skin burn white hot even through the fabric..

“Well I suppose I’ll have to pinch you then.”

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mauvecherie-writes · 6 months

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Sneak Peek: FIC TBC

Note: This fic will a two parter. This peek is from the first part. Coming when? We shall see 😂. Enjoy! Speculate in the comments and inbox. Love you ❤️‍🔥.

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Title: When We …

Pairing: Jules Koundé x Fem!Black Reader.

Rating: 18+ NSFW.

“Why did you leave hmm?” He asked, the accent of his voice washing over you as he held your face in his hands. You let out a shaky breath as he held onto his arms for stability.

“It was too much Jules. I- I- was feeling overwhelmed and I just needed to leave.” You tried to explain.

“But we would have talked about it no? We would have figured it out.” He rebutted which caused you to sigh.

“I still would have needed my space. I needed time to think. Being around you would have clouded my judgment.” You clarified before you moved his hands away from your face but kept your fingers intertwined. Your body swayed, affected by his presence. Being so close to him was already mistifying your mind and you hated that all rationale seemed to leave you as he looked down at you with eyes full of beseech.

You hadn’t seen him in the physical for over four months and now that you were in arm’s reach, you knew it would be hard to escape.

“What do you need to figure out?” He stressed in a low but affirmative tone. Jules closed his eyes, his jaw tensing under clenched teeth as he tried to gather his thoughts. “Together we were magic. What we had was beautiful.”

“What we had was destroying me Jules.” You whispered finally pulling yourself away. However, before you could completely move, Jules pulled you back into his chest. You gasped as his hand came to the back of your neck and titled your head upwards until you met his eyes.

“And it would have restored you, piece by piece. Inch by inch. You just have to let it be …”

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junemermaid · 5 months

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[several sentences sunday; NiF fic snippet]

*bangs pots and pans* hello new fandom I am working on fic, is anyone still around in here

anyway! please have an excerpt feat. Nihuang and Jingyan having The Worst Day of Their Lives, because I sure know where to start with fic! (in my defense, has anyone in history come through that ending and immediately not started thinking how to make it better/worse/different).

this is tentatively titled flowers in dreamland weather and will eventually involve an ot3 of the obvious suspects.

Nihuang's clothes had acquired a layer of grime by the time she reached the top level of the old watchtower. There, framed in a narrow window by the amber light of dusk, was Jingyan. He still wore a plain gold hair clasp and a pair of tooled leather bracers over his sleeves. Dust spattered his robes, as if he'd got off his horse and been whisked straight into Wuying Hall. His face was set with grief that nearly made Nihuang avert her gaze. She knew mourning: her grandfather, slipped away in the clement hours of the night. A tiny, delicate sister, cradled in her father's palms as her mother wailed at her loss. The men in her father's troops, taken by spear or arrow or sickness on the march. She'd never known sorrow of the kind that seized her when her mother read aloud the letter of summons. The traitor Lin Xie and his household. The rest was a dark haze she'd been swimming in for days. Jingyan radiated that same gutting agony like a brazier piled too high. If she touched him, he would scorch her. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to flee. She'd intruded upon something beyond private, a pain that clove to the soul. He is gone he is gone he is gone. It could still swash over her without warning, in a giant wrecking rush. Nihuang dipped into a salute, as if they'd chanced upon each other in court instead of this childhood haunt. Courtesy settled untidily over her indecision. "Your Highness. Forgive the intrusion." "Don't," Jingyan stammered. "Please don't." She withdrew an awkward step. Prince Jing should not entreat her for anything. Her friend Xiao Jingyan might, but in the ruined rasp of his voice, even that was wrong.

tbc

(obligatory @theotherjax and @annundriel, this is what you get for listening to me rant about this show 💕)

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sadraccoon061 · 3 months

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So, here's a thing!

The first part of my new Sims Story*.

Inspired by Shadowrun & Cyberpunk worlds & themes etc. Basically, my Alien squad getting up to shenanigans that I have decided to mash into a story for funsies:

Newt moves in with new roommates VexX and Ambergris, all aliens living on Simterra*. Newt hopes to make a new life for himself and pursue his medical training, and maybe make some friends along the way. Little does he know that VexX and Amber are actually part of a Runner crew, taking on jobs that frequently involve the underworld and shadier elements of the city...and it often leads to trouble.

*Insert clever title here...TBC *My name for the Sims planet

Anyway, if you check it out, hope you enjoy it!

【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　１：　Ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｔｉｏｎｓ】

Newt: Well, here goes nothing. I got this? I got this. Okay Newt...just like we practised...Oh! Should I have brought some kind of food as a gift? Have I got time to run to the shop? I wouldn't even know where the shops are here...ugh Well, that's that then. Guess I'm doing this, gift or not...

Newt walked into the apartment, and was immediately greeted by a man in dark sunglasses with deep grey skin with red markings, and with red hair to match. Newt was an alien himself, but this man looked like no being he had ever seen before. He was so intrigued and realised that he was staring, and his carefully rehearsed introduction ended up tumbling out in a garbled mess... Newt: Oh...um...helloit'snicetomeetyou, mynameis- ???: Woah! Slow down, kid! You're Newt ain't ya? Newt: Y-yeah that's me! I live here! Well, sort of. I will live here...um...I'm moving in today!

VexX: [VexX chuckles] Heh, I knew it! Take a breath, Newt, ya found the right place. 'm VexX. Guess we're officially roomies now! Newt: G-good to meet you! [Newt automatically reaches out to shake hands, and VexX returns the gesture] VexX: Careful kid, that's my eyeball you're squeezing. One of 'em, anyway! [VexX winks]. Newt: Oh, I'm so sorry! Um... [Newt withdrew his hand, flustered, which only seemed to amuse VexX]

VexX: [VexX laughs] Relax, 'm only jokin' with ya. Seriously, don't worry about it. It ain't like ya expect eyes to be there, y'know? Even with people like us! [VexX eyed Newt's bag and suitcase] Is that all ya stuff? [Newt nods, and VexX nodded back in understsanding] 'kay then, here, let me grab that one for ya and I'll show ya t'ya room. Newt: That's okay I can manage...don't trouble yourself...um... Newt quickly realised that his protests were pointless, and he surrendered the bag to his insistent, helpful new housemate.

VexX: So I'll give ya the grand tour later but for now, my room is at the end there, you're next to me 'cause...well, Ambz will explain 'm sure...there ain't all that much to see but it's home, y'know? Newt's gaze swept over the apartment as his new roommate lead him to his new room, excited. His new home. VexX was right that there wasn't much to see - from here he could see most of the rest of the apartment. His attention snapped back to VexX. Newt: Sorry...uh, Ambz? VexX: Yeah, Ambergris, our other [VexX cleared his throat, looked over his shoulder and raised his voice as if addressing someone who wasn't present. The increased volume made Newt jump] ANTI-SOCIAL roomie - I'll drag his ass out of his room so he can say hi, don't ya worry. Newt chuckled softly - he already felt far more at ease than when he first arrived. He hadn't imagined it going this smoothly! One roommate met, one to go...

VexX: And here it is! Your own personal space. [VexX gestured around the room] It uh, might not look like much but- Newt: [In almost a whisper] It's perfect. VexX: I mean uh, I wouldn't go that far but whatever powers your uh, light-speed drive I guess. Newt nodded, taking in his new space. The furniture was sparse, a shabby bed and chest of drawers and a pokey desk. But to him, it may as well have been a luxury hotel suite. He could work with this - besides, it wasn't like he needed much space anyway. VexX: I'll leave ya too it so can settle in a bit, and I'll go drag Ambz out...we'll be in the livin' room when you're ready. Ambz might not even be awake, so take ya time. Newt: [Newt chuckled and smiled] Thanks, VexX. It's been great meeting you. VexX flashed Newt a grin, showing off rows of spiky teeth. Newt also thought he saw a hint of an otherworldly looking tongue, but it could have been his imagination. VexX: Yeah, you too - welcome to your new home, kid!

VexX left Newt alone in his new room, clutching the handles of the small bag of belongings he had brought with him. His suitcase was still by the door, but he could grab it later. VexX seemed friendly, even if he looked intimidating. Though he wasn't entirely sure how to feel about the nickname "kid" yet. Especially when VexX didn't seem *that* much older than he was - he hoped it wouldn't stick! But, those were all things to worry about later. For now he had a space of his very own. Yeah, things were going to work out just fine.

Uhhhh thanks for reading!<3

Special thank you to @occultradio for encouraging me to Do The ThingTM and for being a massive inspiration tbh :).

Thank you to all CC & pose creators!

Onward!

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mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips · 4 months

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Fic Writing Review 2023

Tagged by the glorious @thewolvesof1998.

Words and Fics

117,284 words published to AO3 (so many words still in docs as WIPs)

2 fandoms (9-1-1 and The Rookie)

Most recent drop: i opened my eyes (and all i saw was you)

Longest Fic: hard kick, slow burn (M, 11,382 words)

Top Fics by Kudos (all Buddie)

and i always will (M, 2,365 words)

you're where i stand, hearing the sea (T, 2,972 words)

i am never without it (T, 3,404 words)

a madman and a minstrel (T, 2,575 words)

to the depth and breadth and height (M, 6,231 words)

My fandom fic events in 2023

Flufftober 2023! And it was a banger.

My Buddie collection for Flufftober can be found here.

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

Fics I'm going to try and get out in the upcoming year:

Almost complete:

lazarus rising - Buck needs space after the lightning strike. Eddie doesn't understand, not really, but he lets him go. But when Buck comes home, he finds out that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.

Already started:

magical realism fic (Buck thinks he's allergic to Eddie. Spoiler warning: he's not).

vesper - inspired by the poker episode, Athena asks the boys to go undercover in a poker ring. Think Casino Royale.

Gravedigger fic - fans of Bones will immediately know what I'm talking about here, amirite?

not like this (title TBC) - based on the New Girl kiss (IYKYK)

snow shovel fic - AU where Buck and Eddie are neighbours. it's a whole thing.

you're in my arms (and all the world is calm) sequel - Chenford fic, sequel is from Lucy's POV (and answers the cliffhanger from YIMA)

a Davrick (Schitt's Creek) piece inspired by the 9-1-1: Lone Star episode 'Saving Grace'.

Ideas/planned fics (basically the Notes app on my phone):

No Nut November fic - my actual November turned hectic, but if all goes well I'll still write this one because the plot makes me giggle.

Multi-chapter AU featuring past lives, reincarnation, and soul mates.

night strewn salt across the sky sequel - featuring Barista!Buck and Nurse!Eddie's First Date!

when words and deeds are in accord (my whole world is transformed) sequel - featuring established Buddie fluffiness. With singing!

apocalypse fic - snow. so much snow.

I have had so much fun writing in the 9-1-1 fandom this year - I switched from the HP fandom due to Reasons, and the welcome and love I've been shown has been truly lovely.

Thank you so much to everyone who has read/left kudos/commented/mentioned me in a post or sent me an ask - y'all are amazing.

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My Writing Journey

I'm still writing my NaNoWriMo Novel in late March, with April right around the corner. Almost 200,000 words now.

How did I get here?

I chose to be a writer when I was eleven. By the time I was eighteen, I had three incomplete novels, a thick packet of writing notes, and a long list of story ideas I wanted to write before I died. I also had a short attention span that I can blame on my ADHD and ASD, a declining love for reading due to required school reading, and competition with distractions like the internet/social media. I was able to devote a good deal of my spare time on my prize WIP, a unique fantasy titled The Keeper of Maralla. I didn't spend as much time writing as I should have. My writing confidence was low. After I earned my first bachelor's degree in Child Development, several amazing things happened. First, I worked briefly as a custodian (aka janitor or caretaker depending on what part of the world you're in) when I got the idea for my current primary WIP, The Blood Cleaners. At that time, I thought TBC would be an urban fantasy. A few years later, I realized the story worked best as a post-apocalyptic dystopia. I personally feel that you don’t find the stories; the stories find you. Such was the case with TBC. Then, in 2008, I won my first NaNoWriMo when I wrote the first draft of The Star House Club, an MG/YA urban fantasy. It meant the world to me when I finally had a complete novel in my hands, even if the writing was really bad. My next complete novel was finished in 2009, a Christian historical fiction novel called Miriam and Yosef. Then, from 2010 to 2011, I wrote my first really long novel, my sci-fi first contact story called Columbus Day. It was 170,000 words long! The best part was when I wrote my first complete second draft by rewriting Columbus Day. I saw how rewriting really can make things better, even if only a little better. It was also at this time that I earned my second bachelor's degree. I earned my post-baccalaureate degree in English. Then, things kind of shattered. I lost all of my confidence in my writing. I almost gave up completely. I also stopped reading. I've learned that the less you read, the worse your writing is. I went nearly a decade without reading and writing. There were some pluses that happened during that time, such as getting a technical writing job with my current employer. For the most part, I had little ambition and few goals. That was until early 2023, I experienced some epiphanies. I went through some religious/spiritual experiences that allowed me to realize I was meant to be a writer. I needed to get my ideas down on paper before I died or else the world would never know them. I opened up my old writing notes to get to work. I thought about which of my WIP's I would make my primary WIP. It was hard when I felt passionate about a half dozen of them, knowing I would regret failing to finish and publish either. I was hit hard with reality when insomnia hit me. I had been in denial about my need to read. Just as I had to get back to writing, I had to get back to reading. I wanted to say I had read enough and needed to spend time writing. When I discovered reading was the best medicine for insomnia, I realized what I needed to do for both my physical health and writing health. I read about 15 books in 2023. The more I read, the better my writing got. My best read was Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies, a book that reminded me of why I love the dystopia genre. By July, I made the decision to focus on The Blood Cleaners. I spent four months brainstorming and outlining. I began drafting in November for NaNoWriMo. I wrote 50,000 words in 30 days, but the story wasn't over. That brings me to where I am now. My manuscript is almost 200,000 words long. I hope to finish in the next few days. I can’t wait to rewrite and cut this thing. Writing is hard, but it's worth it. My journey isn't over, obviously. I can’t wait to see where this journey goes.

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widowbitessting · 2 years

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Sugar Mommies Pt.12

NSFW warning for this chapter. 18+ only. Nothing explicit happens; you finally read the Do’s and Don’ts.

Welcome to the next part to this series! Please let me know if you are liking this still♥️

Parties Involved:

Natasha Romanoff, to be known as, Daddy. Carol Danvers, to be known as, Captain. Wanda Maximoff, to be known as, Mommy. Y/F/N Y/L/N, to be known as, Baby, or any approved nicknames from those above.

How long will the Sugar Mommy/Sugar Baby contract last for?

To be discussed and agreed by all parties.

What do each member of the party wish to achieve?

Sugar Mommies goals: To hopefully find the missing piece to their family. To lavish “Baby” with gifts and a monthly allowance if needed.

Baby’s goals: To be completed.

What do the Mommies agree to provide?

A monthly allowance to “Baby” of the sum total of $1000. If more or less is required, both parties need to agree. Emotional support. Food and drink when “Baby” is at their accommodation. Clothes. A girlfriend role when either party needs.

When does the arrangement apply?

24/7 unless either party stipulates otherwise.

Methods of communicating?

Texts, phone calls, email, FaceTime, letters.

What does the “Baby” agree to provide?

To be completed.

Does the “Baby” have a right to say “No” to commands, if so, when?

To be completed.

How exclusive is this relationship?

The relationship involves ONLY parties written above: Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Wanda Maximoff, Y/F/N Y/L/N.

No outside person(s) to be involved.

ONLY TO BE COMPLETED IF PARTIES HAVE AGREED TO A SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP.

What are your respective likes, areas of interest and soft and hard limits?

Mommies areas of interest are: Dominant/submissive play.

Mommies soft limits are: To be done on “Baby” mostly: Oral sex, spanking, flogging, blindfolds, bondage (rope, handcuffs, tape, hands etc.) Gagging, hair pulling, use of toys, choking, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial. Use of food. Humiliation/degradation.

More to be added must be discussed between parties.

Mommies hard limits (firm no’s) are: Needle play, fisting, fire play, blood/urine/faeces play, anything involving animals and/or children. Electro play. Anything that can cause lasting damage to either party.

More to be added must be discussed between parties.

Baby’s areas of interest are: tbc

Baby’s soft limits are: tbc

Baby’s hard limits (firm no’s) are: tbc

What are your safe words and signals? State here what is to happen once a safe word or signal is used.

Safe word for okay/good: Green.

Safe word for slow down: Yellow

Safe word for stop: Red.

Safe signal for okay/good: Thumbs up.

Safe signal for slow down: Putting thumb inside of fist.

Safe signal for stop: Snapping fingers.

If “Baby” uses a slow down safe word/signal, please check in with them. If “Baby” uses a safe word/signal, all activity must stop and aftercare to start immediately.

How may Mommies punish “Baby” if they misbehave?

Spanking, orgasm denial, corner time, loss of privileges, oversensitivity.

How will parties refer to one another?

Mommies name/title in public: Own names/nicknames (as decided).

Mommies name/title in private: Own names/nicknames (as decided). During sexual moments, Natasha to be Daddy; Carol to be Captain; Wanda to be Mommy.

“Baby’s” name/title in public: Own name/nickname (as decided).

“Baby’s” name/title in private: Own name/nickname (as decided). During sexual moments, “Baby” to be called “Baby” or other nicknames as decided.

Are parties involved to keep meet ups confidential at all times? What about photos/videos of parties?

Parties can tell others of arrangement if they so wish but they are not to disclose intimate details of sexual activities; for privacy of all. Photos and videos can be taken and published to social media, but none to be disclosing sexual activities.

What are the rules to changes in arrangement?

Any changes must be discussed by all involved and agreed. A new contract to be completed.

Is switching allowed?

“Baby” is to be known as the submissive. If “Baby” wishes to switch, it must be discussed and agreed by all parties first. Wanda Maximoff aka: Mommy, may switch roles if needed (punishment for example) or if they want to.

Who can terminate the arrangement?

Any within the party at any time.

Is there anything else the party should know before the contract is signed?

Sexual diseases?

Medical conditions?

Phobias?

End of Page.

It’s intense.

Like, really intense.

You can’t help but re - read it over and over.

Trying really hard to take the words in.

You knew things would get more intimate in the future, but this was some Mr Gray shit that you had no experience in.

They had clearly tried to warn you.

Telling you they wouldn’t go any further until you signed this and now you can see why.

“How will ‘mommies’ punish me if I get out of line?”

I mean, you knew that one already but this just made it feel more real.

And it did excite you.

A lot.

“Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out.”

If you have any questions, call us please x

You bring the group chat up and hover over their names, debating who to pick.

You’ve pestered Carol enough today and Natasha.

It’s Wanda’s turn.

You press her name and listen to it ring a couple of times.

“Wanda’s phone, Carol speaking.”

“Oh.” It takes you a second to register that it's not Wanda speaking to you.

“Don’t sound so gutted there, princess.”

“Sorry! Sorry, you just took me by surprise, Carol. Hi.”

You can feel the smile over the phone.

“Hey.”

“Is Wanda available at all?”

“Sorry, she’s a bit tied up right now. Can I help?”

“All of you could help, to be honest.”

“Hit me with it, kitten.”

“So this document…”

If Carol wasn’t fully invested in the conversation beforehand, she is now.

“Oh?”

“I read it.”

“Oh?”

“And I have some questions.”

“I’d be worried if you didn’t, kitten. Shoot.”

“The nickname…is that a…” you can feel yourself blushing. “…a fetish…you have?”

“No baby girl.” Carl replies, not an ounce of judgement in her voice. “It’s just a nickname. A term of endearment.”

“Oh, okay. So no weird…fetish thing with like…”

“No.” Carol interrupts you, she can sense where your thoughts are going. “To be honest, we didn’t even notice that. It’s nothing like that. ‘Baby’ would just be a nickname for you; like when Nat and Wanda call you their nicknames.”

“Are you not gonna try and repeat them?”

Carol huffs out a laugh.

“No chance, kitten.” She says. “Do you have any other questions?”

“Like only 100.”

“Only a few then.”

It’s your turn to laugh.

“I’ve never….erm…been, done…a-anything like this…”

“That’s perfectly fine, sweetheart.”

“Will that affect anything?”

“Nope. Not unless you think it’s too much; then you can either tell us or write it down and we can discuss your soft and hard limits.”

“What if one of the things you like is something I don’t?”

“Then you be honest and tell us. Communication is the key here, sweetheart yes? You talk to us, tell us and we then know not to do something.”

“Even if you like it?”

“Even if we like it, kitten.”

“So…if I said I didn’t like spanking…?”

“There’s plenty of other ways we can discipline you, Y/N.”

“Noted.” You say.

“Anymore questions, sweetheart?”

“I’m not sure…Captain.”

Carol is silent for a very, very, long time after you call her and you have to check your phone to make sure you’re still connected.

“Oh baby girl, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into by calling me that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Mhmm, don’t play coy princess.” Carol sighs. “God, why did you have to leave?”

“Because I was conned by my best friend.” You reply before trying to stifle a yawn.

“Get some sleep,” Carol says.

You want to stay and talk but your bed calls.

“You too.” You reply. “Night Carol.”

“Night sweet girl.”

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