too many good choices for the WIP ask meme 😭I want to know about ye old texting and domestic... but since I gotta choose one: say more about the omegaverse? 👀
Ask me about my WIPs!
Well, obviously, now I gotta talk about all three! 🤣
Emmrook ye olde sexting
I got like three different prompts about leaving notes for your lover to find, and I'm currently attempting to do the Summer Spice smut challenge, and there was a prompt there for dirty talk. Smooshing that together gets us: ye olde sexting via love notes 🤣
It starts off sweet. Short and simple like Rook leaving a small "Hope you have a good day at work!" note in Emmrich's bag. Or "I love you" notes hidden in his drawer. Then it continues to escalate until it's dirty notes at the least expected time that he has to hide them from his colleagues and students OR ELSE. He wears a blush the entire day after he finds them.
It's going to be epistolary style, so I'm going to be actually writing the notes so that's going to be fun.
Emmrook domestic
This is a gift for one of my closest fandom friends <3. I'll be using her Rook here. It's also one of the ones I'm integrating with the Summer Spice smut challenge. The plan is sweet and hot — a slow morning, cooking breakfast that turns hot and heavy. Over the table, standing doggy, robes/pajamas still on, just pushed aside 😌
Emmrook omegaverse
ohoho, this one has been in my WIP folder for SO LONG. There's not much about it besides what's on the tin: it's Emmrook omegaverse smut. I don't have like a big in-universe reason for it. I just wanted Emmrich to knot Rook with his dick until they're both crying 🤣
Have a snippet under the cut 😏
“Darling,” he managed to choke out, “You're in heat.”
The words knocked the air out of her. Heat?
She hadn't been in heat since she was a teenager, not since she first presented and started taking her suppressants. The suppressants that were in her pack—
Her eyes widened. No, no, no, no, no — a terrifying realization hit her. She had not taken her suppressants in weeks. She had run out of them, was planning to buy some but never got around to it between each new disaster after the other.
Oh, she was going to be sick.
“Rook, darling, breathe for me.” Emmrich's voice rang through her room, and his scent was in her head, curling around her like ribbons. “I'll help you. But I need you to stay here, can you do that, darling?”
She whimpered head in her arms on the back of her green couch.
“I know it hurts, darling, but only for a little bit. I just need to run to the Necropolis to get something for you and you'll be right as rain.” He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself but seemed to immediately regret it, breathing in a full nose of her scent. He stepped away, back practically against her door, his fingers twitching at his side.
He was leaving her, and her face scrunched, her scent turning sour as tears pricked her eyes. Why was he abandoning her now? “Emmrich…”
“I'll try to be swift, and I'll let the others know not to disturb you.” He turned around fingers gripping the doorknob as he took shallow breaths. “Everything will be alright, my love.”
***
Everything was not alright. Rook burned from inside out, the pounding in her cunt turning worse and worse.
She tried to be good, she really did — stayed in her room, staring at the fishes as the fever rolled through her, and sweat dampened the couch. But it quickly turned unbearable, mind foggy and muscles aching, misery lacing through her skin. She didn't want to be here — she didn't want to be alone. In the most primal part of her psyche, she knew how to make this better, but Emmrich had deemed it necessary to abandon her.
Emmrich. Her mind latched onto him.
Rook knew exactly what she needed. She wasn't entirely sure how she managed to get her clothes back on — wrong and hot and painful — or how she stumbled into his laboratory without alerting half the Fade.
But she did. She climbed the stairs, pulling at the laces of her shirt again and the band of her pants, taking them off and leaving them behind as she was wrapped in his scent. It felt good against her feverish skin, and she nearly started rubbing herself all over his books and his desk. She doubted he would appreciate that, and she was striving to be a good, good girl.
Finally, she found it, through the haze and brain fog, the little mechanism that unlocked the bookcase hiding his bedroom — and she let herself in.
oh I've been enjoying she-ra too! who's your favorite character :D
SHE RA IS ABSOLUTELY PHENOMENAL, I LOVE IT SO MUCH
For favorite characters...I mean, I’m going to have to be boring and say Adora, honestly. I love a headstrong hero with a martyr complex. You’ll see a theme going through my best beloveds from Rachel Berenson all the way up to Toby Daye and Jame.
I also love Catra because she makes a lot of bad decisions very wholeheartedly, and we have already talked about how that is my kind of character. And because somehow, despite the many bad decisions she makes, she is still the one with the brain cell because her dumb jock girlfriend is just “Full hearts, big sword, can’t lose!!!!” at all times.
Honorable mention to Entrapta, because she’s just such a force of chaos. She’s absolutely brilliant and she cannot be trusted with anything and that’s the energy I like to see in my characters. I hope she’s thriving with her two boyfriends, she probably does experiments on them.
heya! could you talk a bit about your dnd worldbuilding project, if you feel like it? c:
Hi, thanks for the ask! I'd love to! I haven't done as much with it as I'd like to lately, because of work and other things, but I've been trying to build a D&D campaign from scratch using some of my favorite (sometimes underutilized) fantasy settings: deserts, jungles, the high seas, and underwater kingdoms! So far, I've made a (very crappy) map, drafted a few major cities, and I've been using various D&D 5e books to fill the world with races that suit my style of storytelling and NPCs that I hope are memorable!
There are some areas that I've obviously put more though into than others: the hidden elven city of Rhunthyr [which is also a setting for one of my writing projects!] and the pirate port town of Taunlam are both very well developed and even have maps of their own for players to explore!
But I noticed that as I've been working on the campaign I've been lacking in some places and strong in others, so I decided to stop the campaign writing to focus more on the world itself. I've got a human religion system down (of my own creation, while I'm more than happy to use the D&D materials for other races) and I've got the bare pones of a political system in place, as well as how provinces get along, trade, and impose tarriffs on one another, and how that plays into the world as a whole. Part of me wants to get back into the campaign building, but I'm also afraid of hanging myself up on a detail that I haven't worked out yet. It's a self-destructive system.
I think that's the roughest, most broad answer that I have for my D&D worldbuilding! It's been fun to work on the dirty details, like politics and economies, and it's been very challenging and rewarding to work on small maps for towns and dungeons! If you've got more specific questions about my Big Nameless D&D World let me know! I love talking about it and don't do it nearly enough!
the-capricious-one replied to your post: Man the configuration of the drow (At least in 5e,...
i would love to see drow that kept the matriarchy and the Look but dumped the evil connotations. like. what a rad society
I like the idea of them being foreign traders. Like, the other elves told them to leave so they went off to find new land to settle in and they come back to trade with humans. I think that would have some neat opportunities for storytelling.
“I’ve never met a drow before”
“Well, it’s a month’s voyage from our islands to the nearest port, and then another week on horseback to get this far inland, so, yeah we don’t exactly get out here that much”
@striving-artist replied to your post “[[MOR] I need to do a diet analysis of what I eat for my nutrient...”
Eating apples on an empty stomach is super painful
@the-capricious-one replied to your post “[[MOR] I need to do a diet analysis of what I eat for my nutrient...”
it's not a good idea to eat apple cores, the seeds contain traces amounts of cyanide. best of luck with the rest of it tho, eating more than you want to is hard.
my diet analysis paper: HEY PROFESSOR I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT FOOD AND MY HEALTHY EATING WILL KILL ME
"You see, Vorta have no symbols to express… fondness. We live our lives in service to the Founders, and have no need for such things. I thought that you might appreciate a gesture of my… regard, for you, that was different than the usual gestures that we, that is, Vorta, reserve for our… their Gods.” He smiled timidly, and presented his cupped hands, holding up the clump of soil like some kind of religious offering. Which, Odo supposed, it was.
“wow this is coming off more romantic than i expected! go me! hell yeah!” like i wasn’t expecting to get romancey in the first chapter but weyoun’s blushing schoolgirl routine practically wrote itself lmao.
also *masturbatory self-congratulation over including bullshit religious symbolism*
daforge. it’s...... i know i’ve written daforge fic but like, it lacks a certain.... something. the issue is that it’s All About Data and geordi doesn’t get to be a person At All in canon, and so he isn’t really a person at all in daforge fanon either and..... Guys..... i’m only here for good characterizations
Ship that you secretly like: 💚
okay so this is news to No One, Ever, but you know julian/miles/keiko? now i probably come off as being into julian/miles and just. not wanting to write off keiko but for me, if i’m gonna ship it triad and not vee, all legs of the triad have to be important to me. what i’m saying is i get. emotional. about julian/keiko in the context of j/m/k On The Regular.
Ship that pisses you off: 💣
EVERY TIME I SEE SP*NES ON MY DASH MY HAND HOVERS OVER THE BLOCK BUTTON. JUST FOR A MOMENT. FUCK YOU, FUCK BONES, AND FUCK YOU.
