Whatever is currently going on in Tumblr/RPC spaces lately? I... am ashamed to admit I'm not a big fan of the very concept of trend. A thing I finally got over, though, is the aesthetic side of things. I used to stress myself beyond healthy boundaries over the looks of my blog. One day I said "this shit's never gonna be finished, you'll always add more stuff and what's the point of it if you're not actually writing and enjoying it?" And my life's been easier here. You suck, aesthetic department, you're fired, you're all fired.
❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?
Yeah... unfortunately. Ferid Bathory was completely ruined for me. It all began in a skype group of OnS roleplayers back in 2016. Long story-short, this Ferid not only hated my sweet girly Cross because a Guren took an interest in her... but the Ferid's Mun took a sort of hate at me directly, personally, wrongly. It's kind of the reason why I don't join groups or discord servers of any type. I forgot my own rule for a while, and then reminded again of such a simple self-imposed law, yikes on me.
This is sad because I see Ferid Bathory and I always think of that Mun and how awful I felt back then (and their take on Ferid was awful as well. It completely ruined his FC for me).
[ MESS ] from Solomon + have him slowly kissing the tattoo on her back while doing so <3
@queensconquest
some more smutty memes. ( accepting. )
Solomon had never left her unsatisfied. By this time, the sorcerer knew exactly which buttons to push to make her see stars but the same could be said about her as well. She knew what the other wanted, the gleam in his eyes and the lust of his soul. They were all too compatible for their own good, feeding off each other’s attraction and pleasure. It felt nice, it felt good, it felt... It was wonderful, to say the least. There was unspoken and spoken trust, there was comfort, and there was a sense of safety. Solomon’s whisper would be both her salvation and her torture depending on the context when he was using his voice to make her feel a particular way. Zarina knew that he already ruined all men for her, without question. No one would ever be able to grant her this pleasure and have her listen to his orders whenever he would be in the dominant role. Such was the diversity of their relationship that to this day had no name, but they never required it. Too close to be fuck buddies but too ambiguous to be called lovers. It fit them well, nothing really came across as the ‘correct’ term to describe their interactions.
Well, not that it mattered in the end.
The sex between them ranged from sweet and sensual to merciless fucking like animals. It all depended on how they both wanted to get off, indulging in each other’s embrace and presence. It was shameless, it was kinky, it was even romantic sometimes. The afterglow was always wonderful between them because they knew when to stop and when to continue. Today was just a day when they wouldn’t go at it for a long time, thinking that they might go outside and perhaps eat something nice for dinner. It was nice to stop, but she couldn’t really shake the feeling that she’d like to just stay in and have some more fun, but they’ve had that plan for a while and changing it right away might be a bit annoying. Not like they had reservations, but they rarely needed any. That’s why the shower was the next stop for them both to get cleaned up and go out.
The sound of water running, them both washing off the thin layer of sweat and fluids left after their passionate act.
Zarina had to hold back her tongue regarding wanting to take a shower alone only to please herself once more, the sight of Solomon’s body glistening from sweat was making her want to go for another round. She was truly insatiable. Asmodeus would be proud, but how could she not be so blatantly attracted to him? He spoke in challenges and snarkiness or even in sweetness that would melt others in a snap of a finger, he commanded power but he wasn’t ashamed to be under her, he was handsome and gorgeous both in and out, he trusted her with his secrets and she trusted him with hers, he opened up to her and she opened to him, he touched her like other men and women would not with poetry that spilled down her spine like his kisses.
His kisses? His touch? Wait a minute.
“ Solomon? ” Zarina finally would come out from her daze as she would feel his arms circle around her waist. It felt like a nice gesture, quite affectionate. The kiss to the back of her neck was pleasing, but what was it all about? His hum wouldn’t answer her questions but his closeness would. A raised eyebrow would follow as she would feel his hands trace up and her her hip, his right hand moving to caress her stomach and in circling moves going lower to her abdomen. Sokolova pressed her lips together, she tried to ignore her own desire so hard. Did he notice her rubbing her thigh just to ease some tension? “ Didn’t we want to go out? ”
Her body yearned for more, she cannot deny. Zarina wanted so much more than what they’ve done even if they’ll have to get up and cook for themselves since Simeon and Luke were out for the night. His whisper into her ear would be enough to make her forget about the plans, it was just that easy for the sorcerer to simply use the magic of his tone and his melodic voice that sent chills down her spine when he would say something naughty in that low baritone of his. Fuck, she already closed her legs just from that, but the husky ‘that’s not right’ made her breathe out sharply. The sound of water and his voice were taking over her mind as she would nod wordlessly at him, letting his hand travel lower.
She gasps when his fingers rub her clit, puffy and swollen from their previous engagement but also from her neediness. The sensitivity far higher than usual, causing her to bend forward, a bit with her hands against the wet wall, finding a holder only with hand. She wondered if he smirked at this reaction because he would continue to let his finger rubs and massage her bundle of nerves, stimulating her further more, causing the sounds of her moans and gasps be heard only by his with the sound of the running water. She could feel then his lips touch her touch, pressing kisses across her back tattoo as his fingers would continue to work his magic. The volume of her moans increased when she would feel him slide further down, have his fingers runs across her folds, separating them and teasing her entrance.
Solomon would lightly bite at her shoulder and at the same time inserting one finger inside her leaking folds, water and her arousal making it easy to do. A choked moan would be heard from her as she’d grasps the handle tighter, arching her back. His palm would continue to rub deliciously against her clit as his finger would curl inside of her, making Sokolova shudder.
“ Fuck, Solomon, ” she’d breathe out, biting her lower lip when she’d feel him smile against her skin. If not for the water, he’d know her eyes grew teary from how nice it felt. To be wanted, to be desired, to be touched when she ached for it so fucking much even without asking for it with words. When he lets his second finger join, stretching her in that position once again, she whimpers, bending forward even lower. The muscles of her back flex as she tries her best to stay standing. It’s a good thing they have this anti-slip mat here in the shower or both of them would’ve been fucked in a bad way. Solomon, however, would not let her bend down too low as he would bring her to stand up straight with his left hand that would trace would her stomach to her chest, pushing her back up and giving her chest a tight squeeze. “ S-Sol, if you do that... ” I’m gonna cum. “ If you keep at that...! ”
The way he made sure to thrust his fingers inside of her caused Zarina to bring her hand to her mouth to stifle the lewd sounds coming from it. The sorcerer would whisper for her to stop doing that and she would obey, mouth open to gasp and moan his name from how good he made her feel. The pinch of her nipple made her walls tighten around his finger, it felt so fucking good. He knew exactly what buttons to push and she was glad that the water was here to wash her tears away from her eyes along her spit that started to slide down her chin when she was busier with gasping for air and moaning. She was so close, so fucking close and it was obvious by the sound of her pleasure and by the way her body would tense. Her words also made it rather obvious.
“ There, there, please, a-- a bit more! ” It felt great, she loved it, it was so fucking good. This feeling of him curling her index and middle finger just right to brush against the sweet spot while still stimulating her clitoris. Shallow and raspy breaths, her volume was getting louder than the sound of water and all because of him alone. Finally, the thread snaps and she throws her head back against his shoulder, her body shaking from her orgasm. She can feel herself gushing around his fingers, whimpers follow through when the feeling of fullness leaves her. Her arousal washing away by the hot water, her mind blurry from the climax, but she wants more. Even if it’ll be painful, she wants so much more and it makes her her hand reach down between their bodies when her breathing calms down, finding his cock that stood firm and hard, poking at her back the whole time. She gave him a stroke, feeling how his bucked. “ Don’t care... about the plans anymore, just... fuck me again. Please, want to be fucked by you... so hard. Didn’t want to go outside at all. ” Her hold around his shaft would tighten a bit to give him a vague feeling of how tight her pussy would be around him. Does he not wish not rail her when she begs so sweetly and answers so honestly? Oh, she hopes he does and he’ll go at it mercilessly hard. If anything, this just made her wish he would roughen her up after all. It was nice and sweet, but she wanted him to just fuck her brains out. ‘Poetically’ speaking. Maybe they should get out of the shower because it would be stupidly useless.
If anything, for tonight, she wants to be his teary-eyed mess. A privilege no one else had to ever get from her. Ever.
“ I remember the safe words, we can go over them again, but please, ” her words continue to spill, sealing her fate one sweetness after another to persuade the sorcerer. Had she ever asked for this before? No exactly, it was usually the vibe and they both would agree on the go or adjust on the go. But this? Oh, she begged. The sound and feel of hot water against their bodies, the flushed body, the sweet voice. Her hair stuck to her face and her skin, but didn’t make her any less beautiful. If anything, it only added to this seductive charm. “ Take me as hard as you’ve never taken me before, Solomon. Don’t want to walk tomorrow. ” Of course, she knew what she was asking for. After all, she did remember the safe words and would always use them when it would really become too much.
@queensconquest wondered : “You shouldn’t have come around.” (Maybe for Raven & Fenrir or Lucifer & Gabriel? If you think either of those might work!)
“Why not? You seem like a smart man, so we’ll keep this short and simple!”
She smiled, twirling a neat little pistol around on her finger. She was incredibly adept at it, mostly because she had a lot of time to learn. This wasn’t supposed to go this way, though. She was supposed to be in and out without being noticed. She hadn’t counted on him detecting her. Raven wondered how he had done it.
“You have something I want. A trinket said to belong to the Gods. A gold medallion? Its worth some big money so just hand it over and we’ll be good! I’ll get outta your hair right away, you’ll never see me again. Do we have a deal?”
“Um....---” She nervously stammers, being face to face with the big boss. She had spoken with him before, of course, but not one on one. Normally someone else was present - but it was just the two of them. She nervously rubs her hands together before clasping them tightly infront of her, as if she’s praying.
“Did....I mean-- if it won’t bore you...I could give you a full description of my nen abilties. We - uh - kind of only went over the cliff notes version before....” And she only went over her combat abilities when asked. Those were the important ones, after all. She nervously looks from her hands to Chrollo.
@queensconquest asked: aha i have thought of a question(s). Are there any major overall holidays in Oz? Any for specific lands? If any of the characters are from one land but reside at another currently, do they still celebrate their holidays or local ones or both?
unprompted ask | Always accepting!
FINALLY I’M GETTING TO THIS. I swear i didn’t forget I just had to think.
Each country has their own specific holidays, and some were made fairly recently. For example the munchkins celebrate the day Dorothy came to OZ and killed the wicked witch of the east, freeing them of her reign. The flying monkeys of the north celebrate the day they were finally freed from the golden cap’s curse by Glinda giving the cap to them and ending the cycle. Some cities even have their own holidays like the sapphire city celebrates its establishment, etc.
OVERALL, though, the Land of OZ has few international holidays.
Christmas, surprisingly, is one of them. Santa Claus is real in this universe, and thus visits even OZ and the neighboring kingdoms.
It’s always a holiday to celebrate royalty’s birthday, so there’s a ‘ Princess Ozma Day ‘ so to speak.
While it’s more of a day of mourning, but they also celebrate the day that Dorothy died, so that they might remember her work for OZ and celebrate her life.
There’s a international Nature Day, which Princess Ozma goes to every corner of OZ and plants new flowers and trees to help with regrowth of nature after a year of taking resources from oz. It’s technically celebrated for an entire week (as it takes about that long for her to hit every place needed) and festivals happen every day and done differently in every country or city of OZ. It’s all about giving back to the land they’ve been taking from all yeaar for resources, and giving what they can back to the world.
Lukas is from the land of Mo, and celebrates the first rain of the year. In the Land of Mo, it rains lemonade, so he makes a special batch of home made lemonade to give out to the people of munchkin country who stop by his home.
Jasper is from the country of gargoyles, but they don’t have any significant holidays that they celebrate outside of the country’s founding day. Jasper has taken to celebrating full moon nights with a special flight with Ozma or the Wizard, but that’s more of a personal tradition than a holiday. He typically has just started to celebrate whatever the emerald city celebrates.
Overall out of the 5 main locations in oz, The Emerald City has the most holidays while the north has the least.
I could make a separate post going into each country’s holidays if that’s something people want????
❛ whatever it is that you’re planning to ask , the answer is ‘ no ’ . ❜ ( Xue Yang & Jin Ling! I saw the art and i had to-)
𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎 2.0
Uncle said not to bother the older kids - they are busy and this one in particular should not be bothered. But Jin Ling wouldn’t be Jin Ling if he listened to uncle’s requests all the time. And now he will NOT leave this person alone.
Unlike many others he was not bullying him whenever he walked by, instead ignored him and this was enough for the younger to become curious about him. Spending day after day following him around but never being able to follow everywhere made him wonder what he was up to. And now that he finally had the chance to ask for something... He said no.
“But you didn’t even listen!” Jin Ling protested - hands resting on his hips and cheeks puffed up he did look more like a little fish not like the adults he tried to imitate. This, however, would not stop him. While a little discouraging he was not giving him any stupid comments or even bullied him for trying to talk to him. It sparked a little hope! And so after his moment of puffed up cheeks and pouting he tried again. If he would listen or not, Jin Ling would make him hear him out. He could be quite stubborn after all.
“I want to play with you and Shushu! You always sneak around together. I watched you. He says I should get along with the others but Jin Chan is mean.” he began to ramble - probably more than Xue Yang wanted to hear but once he started it was hard to stop. “Shushu doesn’t have time to play with me but he plays with you, so I want to play with you too. Can you be my friend too?”
