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[star-ship90909090]

The Remorseful Fruad

[This is an disconutined prototype chapter so that's why it's structured all werd]

The actual story starts out with the now grown up 'heros' talking about their latest adventure on their way to see the queen. They've gone on countless adventures through out the years so they not only made a name for themselves through out the land but they've gotten very close as a group despite their differences when they first started adventuring. Meanwhile Sam laments about having to do the dirty work for the queen all these years, hidding the truth from everone except his closest friend Tye. Tye figured out that Sam was hidding something pretty quickly and with the truth eating him alive at the time he told Tye everything fairly easy. After hearing all this Tye decides to become a secret helper to Sam by helping him cover the truth everytime their groupmates get suscpicious while doing research on how to defeat the queen on the side. Molly mentions to the group that their almost their subtely snapping Sam out of his thoughts. He always gets scared visiting the queen, something that his friends (mainly Ray) likes to make fun of him for but he just can't help himself knowing what she's capable of.

Once the group has arrive to the courtroom they all greet he queen in their own little ways. The queen with a 'soothing' smile on her face asks that they've brought her this time. Abby excitely gave the summary of their adventure. During her explanation she took the mirror out of her pocket and only got a few steps towards the queen before she gentlely remind her that it's Sam that has to give her the mirror. Abby quickly and nerviously apoligize before handing Sam the mirror. He stood there for a couple of seconds disapointed that Abby couldn't do it in his stead before he slowly making his way the the queen. Sam starts hearing the people in the mirror warning him the danger in front of him while screaming a begging him not to give them away to the queen while Sam pretends not to hear their cries, subtlely picking up his pace. Once he gives the queen the mirror he does and curt bow and joges back to his place amoung his friends. The queen does her usual spiel about how proud she is of them living up to the title heros and boasts on how their name is the most heard of in the land which made Sam roll his eyes not knowing that Molly caught that. She ends the speech by telling them to rest well until their next adventure and dismisses them. The group left the courtroom in a practicely refined manner then excitely chatted away once they beileve their out of ear shot. Ray immedately took the oppurnity to jokingly chistise him for giving attitude for the queen which suprises Molly but Abby reasures her that he often does this which doesn't help with Molly's worry. Tye discreetly changed the subject while they head out of the castle. When it's time to seperate Molly insist on walking with Sam to his house as she haven't visted his parents in a while. Tye asks to talk with Sam for a moment while the group shares their goodbyes. He scolds him about being more careful about his attitude around the others while warning him that Molly's probaly onto him again. Sam says that he'll heed the warning which satisfied him and he went with Ray and Abby to go home.

The moment Sam and Molly steped into the door they were bombarded by Sam's parents about their lastest adventure, though their questions were more towards Molly. They took the conversation to the dining room once the parents realize that they were at the doorway for too long asking Molly about her personal life like hows her planning for the decoration event going or her siblings in the orphanage. Once it was clear to Sam that they weren't going to ask him anything he quitely retreted to his room to think. He contemplate about his dream of being a hero wondering just how long can he force himself to work with the queen before he—-? Then he heard a knock on the door before it opens revealing Molly coming in. 'And he it comes' he thought to himself before going on a tangent about his behavoring lately, he's easily exhaused, often grumpy or straight up mute, gotten more comforable with bad mouthing the queen and many other odd behaviors. As Molly rambles on Sam internally beats himself up for his mask slip too much. Molly have always been observant but between helping townspeople, her many siblings at the orphange, and rounding up their chaotic group to make sure no one gets hurt or neglected she never payed much attention to him, he's suppose to be the leader after all. 'Some leader I am, half of my groupmates don't even respect me' Sam told himself bitterly. Once Molly finished her rant he just do what he always does; say he's fine and brush off the concerns. Molly gave him a look before reluentlly pulling back. She apolgize for her intrusion before quickly leaving the room. Sam let out a sigh of releif when she left. He appreciate the concern he really does but he tells himself this is for the best before quitely retreting to bed, unaware that Molly made a silent promise to herself that'll change how the group functions.

[sleepstatescribe741]

Throwback to when I told one of my close friends that I have an artist friend who’s also a writer, and she makes magical girl characters that are so painfully relatable that her fans literally joke about her having hidden cameras in their rooms and houses. I also mentioned how this friend jokingly loves giving her OCs even MORE trauma, because apparently they haven’t suffered enough already. My close friend just looked at me and said, “At this point, I’m not even gonna be surprised if you guys start competing over who can give their OCs the most trauma.”

How many ocs have I given so much trauma to the point where its unbearable for a human mind to handle? it might seem crazy what Im bout to say

[levyathanwithhumanhair0]

The Story of Strawberry Swisher

A quick overview/description.

Strawberry Swisher is a 2000s, red-haired, strawberry loving woman in her early 20s who has an emotionally unavailable boyfriend, a terrible job, and fake friends. She is going through the motions of life, trying to make it go by faster by drinking, working, and sleeping off a hangover. Everything changes when she ends up in the fae world and is faced with new things and an offer too good to pass up. If only she could stay forever.

Uhmm yeah

[dirtyorigins]

Content Warnings: Roleplay, boys kissing, implied intimacy

(Origins’ works)

“Seven minutes in heaven?” The words were more of an amused huff than a proper question, and Jasper swallowed back the reflex to defend his scenario choice.

Pushed some of the hair out of his face, saliva pooling in his mouth as he became hyper aware that his mouth and tongue actually had to move if he wanted to speak. “Well- yeah. I figured it’s simple enough, ain’t it?” He rolled the sleeves of his flannel up as he spoke, trying to find something to do with his hands so he didn’t have to look at Matthias. He *knew* he was bad at the whole roleplay thing, he fucked up every scene he’d suggested. And still Matthias humored him. God, Jasper was lucky Matthias had the patience of a saint, because he was beyond embarrassed already.

Matthias’s hand gently wrapped around Jasper’s wrist, taking some of his focus visually even if Jasper didn’t wanna look right at him right now. “We can do that, hun. Sounds fun. I haven’t done that since college.”

- cutting to the closet screw this SCENE CHANGE LALLAlALALALALALALA-

Jasper couldn’t see much, his eyes still adjusting to the dark, but he didn’t mind that. There was something so intimate about it, about just barely making out Matthias’ features. The warmth of Matthias’ body just barely touching his own. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. The sound uncomfortably loud in the heavy silence of the shared space. “God- this is- I can’t do this-” He mumbled, already loosing his nerve. Blindly he reached out, attempting to find the door knob. His fingertips instead meeting warm skin.

“‘s only seven minutes, sweetheart. Can’t you last that long?” Matthias’ breath was warm against his ear. Jasper’s hand pushed forward, wrapping around what he figured was Matthias’ forearm. “ did you set a timer.?” he asked, shifting only for his nose to bump into Matthias’ cheek. He could’ve sworn the closet was pretty decently sized. Did Matthias really have to be this close?

(Para’s works)

Matthias slid his hands up Jasper's sides, the door knob digging into his back. He couldn't let the other man run away from this, not when he had the perfect chance. He didn't care if it was slightly painful, or if the other man wasn't looking at him. It was honestly better that way, more accurate.

With a soft chuckle he motioned outside. "I'm sure the guys did, hon." His tone was deeper, more slurred, mimicking a drunk tone. "Don't worry about that. They'll come get us." No one's coming to get them. Obviously. It was just them two and a speaker playing party ambience. How Jasper managed to find that is not something he's aware of, but it works.

It's sweet honestly, how badly he wants to do roleplaying, either because he knows Matthias loves it, or for his own enjoyment, yet can't complete one scene to save his life. He always ends up giggling and turning the scene into something ridiculous before Matthias drags him into a laughing kiss, or backs out at the last minute. As much as Matthias will try and urge Jasper into playing with him, he wont force him either, and Jasper isn't shoving him away like Matthias know he can or running to the back of the closet. Instead, he was just hesitantly groping around to find the knob, of which he wont find.

Leaning in with a hum, Matthias spoke once more: "C'mon, pretty. I won't make you, but I'd really like to." The words were similar, if not exact, to the ones he used back then, when he was known as Matt, when he was just a frat guy at a party with a pretty boy with raccoontails dye in his hair, and piercings he wondered the freshness of with how sensitive the boy seemed to be at every brush.

His hands slowly brush over the dips in Jasper's hips, his thumbs rubbing the small valleys in his skin. He wants to kiss the other man so damn badly. He was drunk the last time this happened, his lips and body had moved closer before his mind could stop it. Now though, he could control himself. He was no longer in college, barely experienced. He's in his damn thirties now. He could control himself.

Then why was he nipping up Jasper's neck, why was he pulling Jasper against himself. "I'm sure we've only got a few more minutes left. You can last that long in here with me. I'm not that bad, sweetheart." He was... taking some creative liberties with that one, but cut him some slack. He's pretty sure he didn't say much at all after the first few.

(Origins’ works)

Jasper’s breath hitched at the words, a familiar burn coiled in his gut as he blindly felt around. More often than not, his palm pressed against Matthias than any wall. The metal of his piercings bit slightly into his upper lip as he pressed his lips together. “You’re cruel” He mumbled, biting his lip at how shaky the words were. But who could blame him when all he was thinking about was Matthias’ hands on his hips and lips along the side of his throat.

But despite his complaints, Jasper made no move to stop him. Clumsily he felt for Matthias’ jaw, “Sweetheart,” Matthias started, momentarily muted by Jasper kissing the side of his lips. Jasper huffed in frustration, before Matthias’ lips were on his. His shoulder’s relaxed, and he leaned into Matthias. Their chests pressed together, one of Jasper’s legs partially slotted between Matthias’.

There was something especially intoxicating about the moment. Something so dizzying about how Matthias didn’t seem to stumble in the dark. A small whimper squeezed its way between Jasper’s lips, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His hands strayed to Matthias’ belt, biting on his lip as he looped one of his fingers through Matthias’ belt strap. Tugging him closer, despite there not exactly being much more room between the two. “fuck- i can,” He breathed, lips damp with the other man’s saliva. “can last longer- please don’t stop” His lips were still half against Matthias’ as he attempted to speak. Pleading for something Matthias had made no attempt at denying him.

[prettyforprey]

(LGNDY)

"This one's called Bored," he said, first stop of the tour, already pulling the track up on his phone before she'd finished taking the picture in. The bass came in light, almost skipping, more bounce than weight.

Rosalie looked between the image and the screen - a bed unmade against a window full of mountains, pink sky, rising smoke. He kept talking, something technical about the mix, and she let the specifics slide past her without much resistance. It wasn't disinterest. It was something closer to the opposite - she was watching the way his hands moved when he talked about it, the small brightening that happened without him seeming to notice it happening to him.

The track looped under everything, restless and light. She thought about the bed in the photo, what it would feel like to actually sit in it, staring out at that window while her thoughts did the same thing the song was doing - bouncing, not landing anywhere for long.

"You made all of this," she said, not really a question.

He smiled like it was obvious. Like it hadn't occurred to him that it might not be.

[prettyforprey]

[prettyforprey]