all kinds of sunshine–

–no shortage of rain!

[writedisaster]

ind. semi-sel. oc-focused multimuse.  hoarded by swid.

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janet - bessie - benita - jim - lip - dyalla - pliers - charlevoix - kizzie - the marquis

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musings:

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soundtrack:

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interaction opportunities:

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miscellany:

crack - ooc  

[arcade-confetti]

Petplay. dog that doesn't listen to commands and hates you because you're a shitty dog owner

[kingmakerpod]

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[writedisaster]

Vamptober Day 1: Stranger in Town

They come across the town by lanternlight. The moon, who should be full, has retired to her chambers and drawn the curtains. Madigan draws the wagon to a stuttering halt, whispering soothing nothings to the horse. Its eyes show white even in the darkness, but it knows better than to bolt. It might even last him until the next town.

The hand-carved sign says Deliverance. The nerve-wracked huddle of shops and homes says something else. The snake stirs lazily in Madigan's pack, and he smiles at the sleeping town. Tomorrow morning, the good folks of Deliverance will see the travelling medicine show wagon. Tomorrow night, they'll get to see Madigan and His Medical Marvels.

But tonight, he gets to see them first.

[writedisaster]

These are the prompts I'm using for this year! Anyone who wants to is free to use them as well. Plain text version under the cut:

Vamptober 2025 Prompt List

Stranger in Town

Bad Blood

Sacrifice

Old Wounds

Violent Delights

Feeding Frenzy

Surprise, Bitch

Gutted

Through the Window

Bygones

I'm Not Okay

The Tower

In the Rain

Big Night Out

Dig In

Practice Makes Perfect

Danse Macabre

Neon Nights

The Parting Glass

My Disguise

Dominate

I Don't Mind

Unhallowed Ground

Papercut

Helpless

Undercover

Reunion

Deadly Allure

I Hope This Hurts

Justice Served Cold

Nice Ass, King

[lemonsweet]

They're always eating everything

[kallistoi]

[image description: screenshots of instagram reels of men posing moodily with text superimposed. the texts read: "lose the shirt, woman. or i'll chew it off you"; "he takes the ring off her finger using his teeth and.. swallows it."; "him hiding in her bathroom and sucking on her used towel." end description.]

[writedisaster]

Jules: poker butch

Pliers: billiards butch

Jim: dominoes butch

[writedisaster]

0 days since thinking about Jim, a baby lesbian growing up Catholic in Iowa in the 80s, watching TOS reruns just to see S.pock tell K.irk “when I feel friendship for you, I'm ashamed” and not being able to tell her dad why that made her cry

[writedisaster]

the duality of Bête is that Exile Vilify and What's My Age Again are both on xir playlist

[writedisaster]

🎁 (present) — Fairytale AU; Ithadel sends Lip a honey-nut pastry (probably homemade and not completely traditional, doing the best he can with local ingredients), a pen and ink drawing of a stream from outside the city, and… let’s be honest, yeah, a note apologizing that he has no idea what kind of gift might be appropriate for a prince or what Lip likes.

The celebrations are, in theory, about Lip. Which means they have to make a public appearance - increasingly rare, these days, which only makes it more important to make it count. All the charm, all the grace, the closest thing to a show of force the kingdom can muster. Look, the heirs are still alive! There's singing, dancing, flowers, wine.

Lip has made a slight error of judgement on the wine. Despite their best attempts at calculation, they've ended up a glass or two past the amount that would have best helped them handle the crowd. They think they're doing a good-enough job of hiding it.

But later, alone in their chambers, when they unparcel the physician's gifts and the corners of their eyes prickle, the wine at least makes a good excuse.

[writedisaster]

for my money, one of the funniest things that's happened in the rpc was that time someone made a text tool that would automatically put multiple spaces in between every word of whatever you pasted into it. up to seven, if I recall correctly. like, diversity win! we made it more accessible for you to make your writing inaccessible!!!

[writedisaster]

🎁 shaz made lip a little sculpey statue of a tomato smokin a blunt

"Oh, shit!" Lip kisses the tomato on the forehead, then does the same to Shaz. "How'd you know I love charred tomatoes?"

lip birthday | accepting!

[writedisaster]

should i give Bête a hobby?

[writedisaster]

If you see Bête wearing jewelry, there's a good chance it's not actually jewelry. Xe's very, very good at shapeshifting; xe likes to add details like rings, earrings, piercings - and can do all of that built-in to whatever form xe takes.

Theoretically, xe could do the same thing with clothes, but xe usually doesn't. No matter what form xe takes, xe can't hide the scars. If xe shaped xir clothing as part of xir form, you'd see the lashes on the back of xir jacket. The manacle lines interrupting the cuffs of xir shirt, the shackles burned into the glossy leather of xir boots. The old bridle scoring xir cravat.

Wearing real clothes instead, though sometimes inconvenient, has the marked advantage of actually concealing all of that.

[writedisaster]

okay now for the mental image of Bête in what seems to be a rich, voluminous fur coat... and then xe turns around and you see the scars on the back.

[writedisaster]

If you see Bête wearing jewelry, there's a good chance it's not actually jewelry. Xe's very, very good at shapeshifting; xe likes to add details like rings, earrings, piercings - and can do all of that built-in to whatever form xe takes.

Theoretically, xe could do the same thing with clothes, but xe usually doesn't. No matter what form xe takes, xe can't hide the scars. If xe shaped xir clothing as part of xir form, you'd see the lashes on the back of xir jacket. The manacle lines interrupting the cuffs of xir shirt, the shackles burned into the glossy leather of xir boots. The old bridle scoring xir cravat.

Wearing real clothes instead, though sometimes inconvenient, has the marked advantage of actually concealing all of that.

[justashadetalkative]

Linast, who had scrambled backwards on pure unthinking instinct when Bête named its price — as if it might extract said price immediately — can’t quite suppress a snarl. “Oh, I’m s-ssorry I don’t like the idea of losing bits of myself,” he snaps.

Shudders.

Turns to pace, his fingernails clawing into the opposite wrist.

He doesn’t like the idea. He’s tired of having his body changed, of being injured, of having to adapt. And Bête seems to share Clemcy’s fondness for making Linast feel small and foolish and somehow turning that into persuasion, which is infuriating.

But. But.

This body isn’t really him, is it? And it isn’t Phosa. It’s something alien, forced on him alone, and the very act of existing within it makes him feel sick. Most parts of it aren’t even anywhere near as important for his health as all parts of his core once were. Why should he care about one more bit of damage — damage he’ll get to control, for once? Damage that pays for something, instead of coming as punishment?

Linast swings to a halt, arms wrapping tight around his chest and his expression fierce. “What — what do you even want a ff-finger for? And how would it… work. Are you just — would there be a, a wound I’d have to deal with, or is it magic?”

[writedisaster]

Bête shrugs at Linast's continued objections, inspecting xir nails. No skin off xir back if he doesn't want to do business.

“In truth, I need only the bones,” xe explains airily, as if this answers Linast's question. “Just didn't think the rest of it would be much use to you without those... ah, but if you really want the discard back, I suppose that is doable.

“I'll not leave you with an open wound. It won't hurt very much, nor for very long.” Xe smiles, and this time, the clerkish face has wolfish teeth. “And you really won't get a better deal anywhere else.”

[writedisaster]

open to mutuals!

“There's no need for such dramatics.” Bête is wearing a sallow, clerkish face today, and its long, thin mouth works to wonderful effect in a faint sneer. “Really, considering the rarity- and, yea, the quality- of the services I offer, your finger is a very modest fee. Goodness me, I didn't even specify which of your fingers. Nothing to stop you from paying me with your least favorite of the lot. Is that really too expensive for you?”