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#CRAGSNOW — independent roleplay blog for FELIX CRAGSNOW, tiefling sorcerer, an original character based mostly within his fantasy verses ( dnd, baldur's gate 3 ) but with an available and very widely used modern verse, amongst other verses. loved way too much by dean ( 33. he/him. gmt ) slow replies and mutuals only. this blog will not interact with anyone under the age of 21.

blog established in january '24.

01. CARRD — 02. PROMPTS — 03. HEADCANONS 04. STARTER CALLS — 05. WANTED PLOTS

A STUDY IN: constant and unending loss, the sun that burns too bright, loving too hard and feeling too much, all-consuming fire, using your body to ignore your mind, trying to run from your trauma, and forging the path to one’s own destruction.

heavily affiliated with: @afterdeaths - @clochanam - @dolcesuono - @dreadhour @f4rgd - @ischaron - @miidnighters - @lcfthaunted @pirkstein - @sanitatcm - @woodcries

[miidnighters]

that’s… a lot.

Hartley can count on half a hand the number of times she's told anyone this, which was part of the reason it came out in one big, rambling burst. A small frown tugs at her mouth as she pauses to take a breath.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dumped it all on you like that."

Broken it herself down into more manageable, bite-sized pieces.

Her rumination on that, though, is set aside when Felix speaks again - her frown shifting into more of a smile as she tucks her face against his neck. She forgot, sometimes, that Felix had such an important legal position. He was just her Felix.

"Thank you, baby, but he's not actually committed a crime." A pause, before she amends. "Not anything he could be charged with, anyway."

[cragsnow]

he realises immediately that he’s said something wrong.  for all that he tries to ignore his own failings when it comes to sharing big things about his life, he’s surprisingly perceptive when it comes to other people doing the same thing.  perhaps it’s projection.  whatever it is, now’s not the time to think about it when hartley clearly needs him to focus up. 

‘ doesn’t matter, i’m sure i couldn’t find something. ’  some misdemeanour that would be enough to get him away from her.  men like her father always seemed to have something lurking away.  maybe he’d forgotten to renew his gun licence or had an unpaid parking ticket.

he'll have to think on it when he's not thinking about how he might have potentially upset her further. something in him needs to rectify it immediately.  ‘ …um, before, when i said…  i didn’t mean i didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t tell me things.  you can always talk to me, no matter how big it is. or how... a lot it seems. ’

[comedicnne]

" i think you'll find this way is off limits, sir, " she says, a wry smile on her lips as she blocks the narrow passage. behind her leads down to the dressing rooms - currently abuzz with actors and dancers, still high from the applause as the curtain fell... this man would hardly be the first - obviously wealthy - patron inclined to help himself to the sights and sounds. but if he was here for, say, an assignation with a girl from the company, he could at least have the decency to wait until there were fewer prying eyes... " you must've taken a left when you meant to take a right - russell street is that way, " she adds with a nod. her smile is friendly, but her tone is pointed. she draws her dressing gown around her, more than aware that she's still in half her costume - a pair of breeches and far too much rouge. " unless there's something else...? "

starter call -> @cragsnow

[cragsnow]

no, he’s exactly where he wants to be.  russell street does not currently have the privilege of being where the beauty in front of him resides, and he takes in the half-dressed sight of her.  it’s funny, really, how she manages to perfectly encapsulate all of his desires in one neat package.  ‘ i came looking for you, actually, ’  he tells her.  ‘ i wanted to offer you my regards for your performance. ’ 

aware as he is that he might be pushing his luck, he leans against the nearby wall, one arm resting above his head as the other slides into the pocket of his breeches.  he doesn’t touch her, as much as he wants to, doesn’t take liberties and try to assert himself upon her, simply states his intentions.  because she has to know why he’s come back here, but is it really his fault if he couldn’t take his eyes off of her the whole time that she was on stage?  ‘ and i was wondering if…  perhaps you take gratitude privately. ’ // @remcmbrances

[cragsnow]

M / M + M / F GIF SMUT STARTERS PART 1 — M/F 27

she can’t be surprised that she’s riled him up this much with the amount that she’s been teasing him today, walking around his apartment in nothing but lingerie whilst he’s trying to work, seemingly purposely walking past his office door to try and get his attention.

so is it any wonder that he only manages to make it to his lunch break before he snaps?

he finds her in the kitchen where he crowds her up against the nearest counter, wrapping an arm loosely around her throat as he reaches down with his other hand to free his aching cock from the confines of his trousers.

‘ you’re gonna fucking kill me one day… ’ he growls out, as he pulls aside the crotch of her panties to sink his cock into her easily, letting out a low moan of pleasure at the feel of her tight walls finally clenching around him. // @miidnighters

[cragsnow]

[hetty grabs his face and give shim a big old birthday smooch]

he is smooched, birthday style, and he can't stop the grin that spreads across his features. just when he thought he'd learned everything that there is to know about her, she goes ahead and manages to surprise him all over again. ' all that for me? ' he asks, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her in closer so that he can kiss her again.

[cragsnow]

it's felix's birthday !! feel free to leave the birthday boy some nice presents and sweet things in his inbox.

[goddamnmemes]

GDM's M/F Smut Meme #1

Send me a number and letter combination and I will write up a starter with the corresponding gif as motivation.

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[cragsnow]

i've decided i hate sideblogs so i'm moving @barksbites-a over to its own blog on @barksbites !! i'm now gonna get to following people over there and i'll be carrying all threads over too.

[miidnighters]

Hartley slips her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his chest.

"I love you too." She says instead. The words feel foreign coming out of her mouth, like she's speaking a language she's not quite practised in, but that doesn't stop her. "I'm not used to saying it, or hearing it, but I feel so much more for you than I have for anyone else, ever. It scares me a little, because I don't know what I'm doing."

Hartley's the type who likes to know every detail of what's happening, after all - these are uncharted waters for her.

"I'm sorry I ruined your confession and made you feel like you did something wrong. You could never."

[cragsnow]

when she says the words back to him, his heart sings in his chest, rehearsing a long forgotten song that he thought he’d stored the hymn sheet away for years ago, never to be seen again. 

he pulls back from her, just a little, so that he can gently take hold of her chin and tilt her head back so that he can look at her face.  he wants to tell her that she doesn’t have to apologise to him, and that he understands why she did what she did, but he can’t find the words. 

instead, all he can think to say to her is:  ‘ ...tell me again.  tell me you love me again. ’  he wants to hear it over and over and over until neither of them can speak anymore, and then he still won't be tired of it. 

[miidnighters]

Hartley snorts a little laugh because yes, that was part of the appeal - she just hadn't expected a man with a kid of his own to say so.

Maybe that should be a red flag, but the very fact that he's here with said kid to have a nail day together suggests otherwise.

"Hartley." She waves away his apology. "Pleasure to meet you. Both." Her eyes cut to Amelia with a small smile.

"I hope I'm not overstepping, but it's nice to see a man do these sorts of things with his daughter. My father would never have dreamed of it." It's probably enough to simply say that, without going into specifics. "She's a lucky girl."

[cragsnow]

she laughs at his jokes, and he feels a slight fluttering in his chest, which is something that he’ll have to examine later on when he’s alone and not right now when he's face to face with her. ‘ nah, you’re not overstepping at all. sorry to hear that about your dad, though. ’

his nails are done now and he leans back against the chair slightly, examining the work and finding himself satisfied with it, before he lowers his voice slightly. ‘ …thanks for putting up with her questions, by the way. when she gets over her shyness, she’s a bit of a yapper. gets that from me. not the shyness, the… the yapping. ’ as if that much wasn’t obvious in the past five minutes he'd been talking with her.

[brittsmemes]

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[miidnighters]

"Fuck-"

His filthy words and the expert touch of his hands tip her over the edge, fist pressed to her mouth to try and keep herself quiet as she writhes. She clenches around him inside of her, soft little noises falling from her lips as she tries to push back against him - almost begging for him to cum too, for him to fill her up.

It's definitely not the sort of thing she normally does - preferring to seem much more polished and unflappable than this - but if anyone is going to draw this sort of behaviour (not to mention trust) out of her, it's going to be Felix.

[cragsnow]

she pushes herself back against him, and it forces him so deep inside of her that, combined with the needy little noises that she’s making, it doesn’t take much time at all for him to come too, pressing her roughly against the brick wall as his hips stutter forwards sharply, fucking his cum into her and making sure it stays exactly where he wants it, buried deep inside of her.  ‘ oh, fuck…  fuck... ’  his head falls forwards to rest on her shoulder as he pants softly, his arms wrapping tighter around her, fingers still idly toying with her clit as he comes down from his high.  his other hand shifts down from her neck to rest instead on her chest, seeking out her heart beat to see if it’s pounding as much as his is. 

[cragsnow]

[F15] [R] stands behind [S], one hand settling firmly on their hip.

though he’ll never admit it out loud, he has missed her something fierce. what was supposed to be an overnight work trip had been extended to a full weekend, leaving him without her company for four days total. it had been at that point that he’d realised that he hasn’t spent that long without seeing her for months now, but confronting that thought would have taken energy that he didn’t have, and so he’d shoved it aside for another time.

this moment would be a perfect time, as he steps up behind her to pull her back against him, head dipping so that he can press a soft kiss against the side of her neck. ‘ i wasn’t expecting you to be here when i got back… ’ his hand finds her hip, holding her gently yet firmly against him as his mouth continues to explore what he can reach without moving too much. // @miidnighters

[miidnighters]

Hartley is this close to saying it out loud - but she won't just yet, because she's stubborn and annoyed with herself. For years she's been on her own, flitting here and there, enjoying men when she wants them and then leaves when it suits her.

But here she's been, thinking of nothing but Felix for four whole days.

She stands in front of the window of his apartment, arms folding over his where they wrap around her waist. She's wearing one of his shirts even, the collar dipping to expose her shoulder as Hartley tilts her head to give him more space, relaxing back against his body.

There's a moment before she answers - how can she explain that his apartment feels more like home than her own does?

"My place felt too empty. I missed you."

[cragsnow]

‘ i missed you too, ’  he tells her, and he means it so deeply. 

the thought of coming home to an empty apartment hadn’t exactly been all that inviting, so the surprise of having her there ready and waiting for him had been enough to make the trip home worth it. 

especially considering he finds her wearing his shirt which no doubt already has her natural scent clinging to it.  he’d put a shirt on the other day that had smelled distinctly of her perfume, having not even realised that she must have worn it and then put it back in his closet.  as a result, he’d spent the whole day trying not to get hard at the thought of her. 

‘ you can relax in my big, almost empty apartment instead. ’  because the most important thing is that she’s here, in his arms, and he’s not planning on letting her go anywhere any time soon.  ‘ ...have you eaten yet?  i was gonna order something in, if you’re up for it. ’’

[miidnighters]

It's almost as if Hartley knows exactly what she's doing. Exactly how to get him eating out of the palm of her hand - as though that's not exactly where he wants to be.

She steps easily when he tugs her a little closer, chin tipped up so she can aim that wicked smile at him.

"Since you asked so nicely, baby, i think you can."

Like she would say no. The question would only have been how much she makes him work for it.

"You know how much I love your mouth on me, baby." Her hand drifts to brush lightly over the tent in his boxers. "Just as much as you do, clearly."

[cragsnow]

she’s such a tease, barely even touching him, and yet his cock is twitching with even the slight interest.

so he wastes no time in doing exactly what he wants, cupping his hands underneath her breasts so that he can push them together, holding her in place as he leans down to drag the flat of his tongue against one of her nipples before circling it with the very tip of his tongue. 

and of course, it wouldn’t be very fair to give attention to the one without doing so to the other, so he repeats the action with her other nipple too.  he thinks, if he had the choice and they had the time, he would do this all day.  just the taste of her drives him absolutely wild, and he allows his teeth to nip gently at her sensitive skin. 

‘ i do, ’  he agrees.  ‘ i love having my mouth on you… ’ and he proves as much by dipping back down to suck a nipple firmly into his mouth.

[miidnighters]

The way he rolls his hips up towards her punches a small noise out of her, lip pulled between teeth as she looks back at him.

And then, of course, he touches her.

"Felix, baby-" Hartley moans his name, head tipped back. She'd known that he'd try and get his own back, of course - and it's not like she doesn't enjoy it. She clenches around him, moving to take him as deep as possible with each movement. "God, you feel so good."

Hartley increases her pace again, pushing her hips into his fingers as she does. It won't take much like this to make her cum - and she's intent on taking him with her.

[cragsnow]

when every lift and drop of her hips, he gets closer and closer to his orgasm, his balls clenching tighter with each delicious stroke.  it’s a race, really, to see who finishes first, and he definitely doesn’t want it to be him, not when he so loves the feeling of her falling apart around him, muscles tightening what feels impossibly, squeezing and milking his cock.  ' yeah? …you gonna come for me? '  he manages to get out, voice ragged, breathing coming out in harsh pants.  ' that how good you feel right now? '  he doesn’t stop the ministrations of his hand, and it becomes less like toying and more a concerted effort to finish her off, fingers slipping so easily through her wetness.

[vahdas]

                        he's   right.    she's   not   shy.    not   at   all    ;    if   isabelle   vadas   had   a   shy   bone   in   her   body,   well    …    it   wasn't   a   bone.    hells,   her   mind   floats   somewhere   between   cloud   nine   and   the   current   sensation   of   the   doorknob   sitting   almost   uncomfortably   against   the   bend   of   her   tail.    she'll   ignore   that.    ignore   it   for   the   azure   tiefling   that   has   her   thinking   of   a   myriad   of   ways   to   make   up   for   her   being   a   shit.    especially   when   she's   seen   all   of   him   and   he's   only   seen   a   few   inches   of   her.    then   again    …    —

“    fe    -    felix,    ”    a   sigh   drips   from   her   lips,   her   head   turning   to   expose   more   skin,   more   of   anything   she   can   offer.    to   hells   with   holding   back.    what's   that   ever   done   for   anyone    ?    the   lips   to   her   throat,   the   sensation   of   his   hand.    it's   one   giant   distraction.    one   that   has   isabelle   reacting    ;    the   hand   he   has   to   the   door   is   met   with   hers   slipping   under   his   palm,   the   other   gliding   down   his   torso,   to   the   very   root   of   the   reason   why   he's   here.    “    what   good   is   it   t'   be   shy    ?    ”    a   fanged   grin   comes   with   the   question,   her   tail   twitching   to   meet   with   his.    it's   a   sensation   she's   never   felt   before.    tail   on   tail   action.

if   there   was   ever   a   reason   to   give   into   shared   desires,   isabelle   twists   herself   in   felix's   vice,   her   ass   firm   to   his   hips,   the   hand   that   holds   his   guided   towards   her   throat.    “    y'   already   are   touching   me,    ”    glancing   back,   isabelle   presses   her   ass   harder   into   his   hips,    “    but   if   the   want   is   t'   make   the   gods   blind,   then    …    —    ”    a   chuckle   leaves   isabelle's   lips,   her   tail   swiping   along   felix's.    every   inch   of   her   is   riddled   with   temptation,   with   a   hunger   she   hasn't   felt   in   some   time.    and   that   stupid   heartbeat   between   her   thighs   is   making   it   loud   and   clear.    another   glance,   and   isabelle   offers   the   tiefling   a   smirk,    “    have   at   it,   darlin'.    ” 

[cragsnow]

she doesn’t stop him from doing what he wants.  she encourages him, in fact, and he wastes no time in slipping his hand down between her thighs, fingers dipping into her folds to feel just how wet she is for him, how wet he has made her.  and isn’t that a fucking glorious thing?  it makes it all the more easier to ease two of those fingers inside of her, and the tightness of her is intoxicating. he thinks that he could live like this, his fingers cushioned in her wet heat. 

outside of that, there’s almost too much to focus on at once, whether it’s the hand making it’s way down to his aching cock, the tail tangling with his own, or the way she encourages his hand to wrap around her throat.  fuck, maybe it’s even the way that her ass presses against him, and it takes all of his willpower not to pull her back against him and fuck into her right there…  but what’s stopping him?  it’s not as if she isn’t practically begging him with her body to do exactly that.  

his mouth finds her neck to allow him to press rough kisses against her skin.  ‘ guide me in… ’  his voice has dropped to a slightly lower register, roughened by the need that he has for her, and he gives a slight push of her hips to give her the encouragement this time as his fingers slip out of her so that he can grip at her hip instead. 

[insearchofstories]

@cragsnow

Cities and towns in the Feywild are sparse, rare, and most fey travel, move or live in nature. Karilen isn't used to the busy streets of a city like Baldur's Gate when his tiny village, barely populated, is lost in the snow of the midnight realm.

Yet, there he is. Adventuring in those streets that welcome all kinds, from humans to elves to tieflings. And just for a tiefling he finds himself in Baldur's Gate. Rather, he arrived for a job, an easy one, and decided to stay a little more to find an old acquaintance of his.

The poor man has few connections that last long in his life and losing one is rather evident, it has its toll. Specifically, Karilen feels quite forgotten and he would like to know if something happened to this friend of his. Besides all the implications of their relationship, but they never specified anything between them: for all Karilen knows, he's convenient and now useless.

Sure, tieflings are many in this city and he has little chances to meet him, but one doesn't have to give up all hope in his life. If he finds him in the little time he concedes himself in the Material World, Karilen will be glad; if he doesn't, it's just another connection lost.

Perhaps he will return to the Feywild again and he will be able to act offended, just for the fun of it. Maybe they will never see each other again, and Karilen will simply toast to an old friendship.

In any case, he scans the crowd. Until he spots, there, among many other bodies, one of a specific powder blue. Karilen smiles, then slithers through the people, moving with agility.

Once at barely any distance from the tiefling he is interested in, he raises his arm and brushes his fingers on his shoulder, then rests his hand on it, to catch his attention.

"Good to see you again." He says, smile never leaving his face.

[cragsnow]

‘ and i told him that it was an owlbear, but did he listen to me?  did he fuck, ’  he laughs, so wrapped up in the story that he’s telling that he doesn’t notice the approach of someone who so clearly wants his attention, his eyes instead focused on his drinking companions. 

in fact, it’s not until karilen’s hand settles firmly on his shoulder that he really pays any attention, turning his body slightly to face the other with a slight crease to his eyebrows as he tries to place the person in front of him, searching his memory for any kind of inkling of just who it might be, but he unfortunately comes up short.

he won’t let karilen know that though, fixing a smile easily onto his features to match the other.  ‘ yeah, wow, you too. ’  his hand settles on karilen’s waist for just a moment before he pulls it away, a familiar gesture that he would usually reserve for those that he’s been intimate with, and he can only assume that’s what their relationship must be.

no doubt forged during a drunken night in some far flung tavern, and isn't that just the story of his life? how many people has he met and forgotten because he'd fallen into bed with them after a night spent drinking down far too many ales?

‘ sorry, my mind’s like a sieve…  remind me your name again? ’  he hopes that his words come across as casual, and that karilen doesn’t pick up on the fact that felix has absolutely no idea who the fuck he is.