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activity: currently low-medium
FIRSTLY, PLEASE do not involve me in drama / callouts / wannabe e-warrior shiphate internet puritan bullshit iâm too old for this.
SECOND, very, very, very low activity. I bounce between rp sites while juggling a masters.
THIRDLY, the writer is named #FENRIR / FEN. 23+ / he/him.
FORTH, expect problematic, taboo, nsfw, & kinkplots. Note: I place a heavy emphasis on ships, so my focus will be geared to m/m. This doesn't mean female characters are unwelcome, simply selective for my favorites [ i.e. umineko, bg3, game of thrones, etc. ].
TABOO TOPICS PRESENT. i.e. incest, abusive relationships, gore, noncon, kinkplots, bestiality (think sentient/wild shape from DND), adultery etc. I will not bring any of these topics up first. If you're interested in writing DD, follow this link to a forum and leave your url to let me know!
Almost nothing is tagged except nsfw imagery ( i tag it as nsft ) and some other things that come to mind at the moment. I cannot, and have accepted that I will not remember over 100 people's triggers.
If I miss something, I am sorry, but it will most likely happen. So this blog is rec'd for those with NO COMMONPLACE triggers, better if none at all.
FIFTH, this blog is extremely sex positive. If you don't like nsfw being a repeat, not the blog for you. I don't fuck with blog / content policing. in other words: e-cops dni. same with those who think there is only one way to cope with trauma and are generally in that anti / harassment / e-vangelical puritan bullshit, fuck off.Â
SIXTH, also new rule: this blog is selectively non-mutual friendly. i.e. if the contents of this blog are triggering, i am more than happy to just be the one following, but ims need to be open 'cause that's how most of our communication will flow. however, 9 times out of 10 i will sb because i assume someone follows by accident/did not read rules before following.
i know it's a bit uncomf. to interact with strangers sometime, but you need to let me know if you're fine with that, as i'm not going to invade someone's space and make them uncomfortable.
However, if you follow I will AUTOMATICALLY ASSUME, at least usually, that you read my rules, which is essentially signing a waver. if i see puritan / anti shit, i will be blocking. Same with posting petty callouts that aren't bringing awareness to real dangers in the community i.e. real grooming / harassment.
SEVENTH, i fully encourage you HARD BLOCK, NOT SOFT-BLOCK. IT AVOIDS ME FOLLOWING IN THE FUTURE IF THIS BLOG MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, I ENCOURAGE IT! Seriously, this has happened multiple times, it is not me refollowing intentionally.
EIGHTH, i will also periodically add characters with little to no update. I write a lot, and for 12 years going on more, hopefully. So expect additions!
NINTH, Unless it's impacting your vision, please use sub text when formatting! I just think the regular big text is unappealing.
My schedule has gotten packed throughout the week but decided to start queueâing my replies like an adult (no more shotgunning it at 7 PM on weekends â or more than likely, specifically on weekends)
My schedule has gotten packed throughout the week but decided to start queueâing my replies like an adult (no more shotgunning it at 7 PM on weekends â or more than likely, specifically on weekends)
@halfsovl: would eric have anyone at his side when the time came? when his ashes grew cold, and his eternity cut short? he wasn't loved like godric; lusted, wanted, admired, yes, but loved? the silence was the worst part. this.. thing in his nightclub. an original; an old, ancient thing.
"...you're his progeny." he knew. "i can smell him on you." the inkling of something old, gentle in its traces. "how is he?" godric had friends. it was all that ache he carried that drew even the likes of Elijah to him.
All of him of Godric mobilizes into a full-blooded lurch from his plastic throne looming over the stranger.
See. Even a stranger knows to not take Godricâs name in vain. Wise. Wisdom comes with age. So can being a dick. The stranger is lodged in place like a chunk of wood in a fancy suit, and short.
âDead.â
A haunting, if Eric still believed in folk heresy. He sniffs him down, the growth rings of him, and it goes on for so long he knows he wonât reach their center. They outnumber his own. Annoying.
If there was a new Area King, heâd have been notified. It might signal bad changes in tax laws. They know Eric doesnât tolerate unprofessionalism. So few things get him out of his âscary chair.â
ELIJAH MIKAELSON. Every so often he has to remember to be the person and the killer. The door doesn't always need to be open, sometimes, sometimes, you can close it. Wear the skin of a man again, be that man he tried to hard to be. "..." Surprise does take him for a moment. The question of how was, of course, on his tongue.
"...a shame." And he meant it. Godric's flaw, his most fatal one has always been a very, very mortal one. Time, it rots everything. Even one who sees time pass so swiftly, so foreign was the concept of keeping track of the years that even newborns don't notice their first decade or three. Of course, with age, one has to learn that new times meant new dangers, and so a careful attention is to be kept. They notice the details in the eternity, and that... that.. is poison.
To know, see it, to take note of it, and to be keenly aware of change in the milisecond it starts It fills one with a special kind of ache only a long-life species as theirs could could know.
Godric, that man, he was poisoned since he took his first breath. "My condolences." He could do better. "Few were like him." Of course, except.. "Except you." Every progeny keeps a piece of their maker; some part of them is overwritten, like a passing of the genes, or, a maybe it was better to call them parasites. After all, defile life in an unrecognizable way.. or were they life itself? Raw, hungry.
Someone so full of life became so desperate for death.
"Stop." At least don't make it obvious you're trying to worm out his age. It's rude. "Let me look at you." Not so much request, much less invitation, but.. demand is uncouth, but.. let's call it a heavily suggested course of action.