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Memes for my birthday
Hello darlings! It’s my birthday today, and I’m not doing anything tonight (it’s a school night, so people couldn’t). It’s been a nice day and a special friend visited last weekend and this weekend is a houseparty and dinner with the family. Still, I’d like some attention :D And I’d like to give you things.
Soooo, MEME PARTY. I’m doing three at once, participate as much as you like :D
Shag Marry Kill - you can give me three characters, or you can say CONVERSE in comments/as an ask and I’ll give you three (or both).
2. Ask me a question and I’ll answer, and ask you a related question (this is just my default I miss you/getting to know you meme, haha)
3. First ten people who give me a word and a ship (anywhere, this is cross-posted) get a drabble.
Fandoms for writing: Final Fantasy XV, Harry Potter, some MCU, Buffy/Angel
Fandoms for meme-ing: Final Fantasy XV, Potter, Buffy/Angel, MCU (including TV except for Agents of Shield), Steven Universe, Supergirl, Flash, Glee, Dark Angel, AtLA/Korra, Orphan Black, Doctor Who, White Collar, Black Butler, #6, Pretty Little Liars. Also Diana Wynne Jones books. IDK I'm pretty flexible :D
Soooo, MEME PARTY. I’m doing three at once, participate as much as you like :D
Shag Marry Kill - you can give me three characters, or you can say CONVERSE in comments/as an ask and I’ll give you three (or both).
2. Ask me a question and I’ll answer, and ask you a related question (this is just my default I miss you/getting to know you meme, haha)
3. First ten people who give me a word and a ship (anywhere, this is cross-posted) get a drabble.
Fandoms for writing: Final Fantasy XV, Harry Potter, some MCU, Buffy/Angel
Fandoms for meme-ing: Final Fantasy XV, Potter, Buffy/Angel, MCU (including TV except for Agents of Shield), Steven Universe, Supergirl, Flash, Glee, Dark Angel, AtLA/Korra, Orphan Black, Doctor Who, White Collar, Black Butler, #6, Pretty Little Liars. Also Diana Wynne Jones books. IDK I'm pretty flexible :D
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1. Shag, Marry, Kill: Dr Strange, Loki, Captain America
2. What's your favorite alcoholic drink?
3. Shamrock: Draco/Charlie.
Happy Birthday! <3<3<3
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I'll give you Black Panther, Thor, and Falcon, if you wanna play!
My go-to is vodka and cranberry, which I love. I'm gonna be hipster and say my favourite, though, is this hazelnut cocktail they make in this little bar in Cagliari, Sardegna, which was SPARKLY and a different colour every night. I did try this great special edited-mojito at a random bar near this London con last Hallowe'en and had like four. Tasted like Refreshers :D
I'll get back to you on the drabble :)
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What do you mean I can't have them all? :P
Okay, fine.
I would kill Falcon (sorry, dude, but you're not really into me anyway, you want Cap), I would totally shag Thor (have you seen those hips?) and OMG, marry Black Panther. Dude is KING of the most advanced country in the world. Hells, yeah!
Mmmm, that hazelnut cocktail sounds FABULOUS. <3
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Oh poor Sam! I mean I get it but I'd totally marry Falcon, he's by far the best combination of funny, hot, heroic, and FUNCTIONAL on the Avengers. Shag/kill depends on how recently I saw either of their films, haha.
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That is totally fair! :)
Draco/Charlie, Turning things green for no good reason
“It’s for St Patrick’s Day,” said Charlie, attempting a smile. Draco didn’t seem impressed. “I know neither of us is Irish but Siobhan brought them in for everyone - ”
“You didn’t need to bring it home! I’m damned if we’re celebrating the man who drove the snakes out of Ireland.”
Charlie laughed, then coughed himself into silence at the look on Draco’s face. “Sorry, sorry. Won’t happen again. D’you want to ritually crush the shamrock under your foot?”
“Seems a bit fraught from a posh Englishman, wouldn’t you say?”
“True. D’you think you could embrace St Paddy’s a little bit? You love turning things green for no good reason.”
“You need to let that go, George brought it on himself and turning every object in that benighted shop green took me all bloody night.”
Charlie nodded indulgently, leaning in for a kiss. “True. You’re a very hard worker. Practically a Hufflepuff.”
When he woke up the next morning with his entire wardrobe covered in yellow and black stripes, he knew he only had himself to blame.
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I love their voices here, and Draco's reasoning makes so much sense!
Love it! Thank you so much. :)
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1. Charlie, Ginny, Ron
2. What's the most personal fic you've ever written?
3. "Rougher" is the word. Tonks/Ginny is the ship.
Tonks/Ginny: in sync
Tonks rolled her eyes. “I know you’re still a trainee but c’mon. Not like I’m training you.”
“All right. What, Tonks?”
“Wanna come and train?”
Ginny laughed and tried not to stare at Tonks’ slantwise, mischievous grin. “Yeah, okay.”
“Sparring?”
“Sounds good.” Right after the words left her mouth she realised she’d made a terrible mistake, but she didn’t know how to take it back. How would she explain?
Five minutes later Tonks grabbed both her arms and Ginny felt her entire body clench. She tried pushing it away, focusing on shoving Tonks backwards, trying to push her down.
“Come on,” Tonks said breathlessly, pushing back. Ginny went stumbling from the force of it. “A bit more effort, eh? Give it to me rougher.”
Ginny gulped, and Tonks’ dark eyes sparked brighter, and at the thought that Tonks had maybe come here for this Ginny lost all self-control. She launched herself at Tonks and they went down together in a tumble of limbs, rolling along the practice mats, pulling hair and kicking and yanking at each other. They ran out of practice mat abruptly, and then Ginny was on top of Tonks, starfished over her and refusing to be moved.
Their chests brushed as they panted, staring into each other’s eyes.
Tonks raised her face and Ginny reared back, expecting to be headbutted. A moment later, seeing hurt and surprise bloom in Tonks’ face, she realised she was being an idiot and kissed her.
It was soft and slow, and it went on and on. Ginny felt her limbs turning to liquid as they kissed. Tonks’ arms wrapped around her back, and Ginny was very aware that her legs were open round Tonks’ thighs.
Tonks moaned a little, and Ginny pulled back, grinning. “What’s that you said to me earlier?”
Tonks grinned back, perfectly in sync. “Give it to me rougher.”
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Ugh, I know that feeling so well.
And this: I can see it so well. And then the little dive into softness and slowness that revs back out into the promise of more roughness to come! Perfect and delicious!
Thank you so much for this! <333
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FMK: marry Ron, fuck Ginny, kill Charlie. Sorry Charlie! I might fuck you instead, I just have a pretty strong headcanon that Ginny's dominant in the bedroom and you could go either way. Ron's funny and Cursed Child dealt with my niggles about him and a clever woman very well, so.
The most personal fic I've ever written is, I think, You Did Say "Anything". My fic certainly speaks to my id but not in ways that are especially revealing generally, I think - like, any layers of dealing with my own stuff are buried pretty far down in my subconscious when I write them. Whereas that one feels revealing cos it's far more directly reflective of my fantasies than most of my smut, haha. You know, the classic thing of bisexual writers finding femmeslash a bit too revealing at times - and this is kink femmeslash from the sub's POV, so... yeah. *hides face*
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I've read "You Did Say Anything" after it was recommended to me, and liked it a lot, but now I want to read it again, of course, based on what you say. I remember thinking that it felt more raw (in a good way, a way that I like) than a lot of femslash I read, so when I read your answer it made a lot of sense to me in terms of the finished product. I don't know that there's any sort of empirical connection between writing very personal things and producing a well-written end product, but it certainly happened there!
Thank you for answering my asks! <3
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I remember thinking that it felt more raw (in a good way, a way that I like) than a lot of femslash I read, so when I read your answer it made a lot of sense to me in terms of the finished product. I don't know that there's any sort of empirical connection between writing very personal things and producing a well-written end product, but it certainly happened there!
Thank you so much!!! And I'm very glad to hear it - I love reading more raw femslash, and I think we could do with more properly filthy smut in the girl-on-girl bits of fandom :)
I've read "You Did Say Anything" after it was recommended to me
Oooh :D Happy to hear it!!! Can I ask who recced it, if you remember?
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Happy birthday lovely \o/
1. CONVERSE please (I suck at coming up with SMK but I love these!!)
2. Mmmmh, what's a colour palette you particularly like? (currently, or an all-time fave)
3. Ginny/Pansy or any femslash you like - "gag"
Narcissa/Pansy - "Language"
Pansy slammed her head back against the pillow as Narcissa’s mouth closed round her nipple. Narcissa’s teeth and tongue were wicked, ratcheting her up higher and higher, pain and pleasure sparking through her. “Oh,” she panted, groaning, “oh, fuck - ”
Narcissa sat up.
Pansy’s eyes snapped open. “I didn’t mean - ”
“We’ve spoken about your language, Pansy.”
“I’m sorry - ”
“Quiet.” Narcissa’s voice was calm and low, the way it always was, but Pansy’s mouth snapped shut without her consent nevertheless. Narcissa stood and went to her chest of drawers. The sound of the shifting wood as she opened one made Pansy shiver in Pavlovian response. Narcissa turned with a glass ballgag hanging from her fingers.
Pansy sucked in a breath, lust and anxiety both making her stomach clench. Narcissa held it out. “Open up.”
She obeyed, unable to meet Narcissa’s eyes as the gag was buckled on. She felt a flush rise in her cheeks above the straps.
“Good. If you can’t learn to control yourself, I’ll do it for you.” Pansy closed her eyes, embarrassed, wanting to hide from the sharp blue eyes. After a moment she felt a soft touch to her mouth: Narcissa tracing her lips where they were stretched open round the gag. Narcissa kept doing it, stroking back and forth along her bottom lip, and Pansy shivered as her sensitive skin came to life.
She opened her eyes and found Narcissa smiling.
“That’s better. Hands and knees, now. Keep your head up - we wouldn’t want you to choke.”
She obeyed, centring herself on the bed, staring up at the Malfoy crest. She couldn’t focus; after a moment she felt a warm smooth hand sliding down her back, stroking and kneading her arse. It was shiveringly good and she felt herself relax into it, wanting more of that touch, her body taking over even as she knew somewhere that sooner or later -
The smack rang out and Pansy rocked forward. Narcissa didn’t pause, spanking her again and then again. Pansy tried holding herself in place as Narcissa warmed her arse; it didn’t hurt much, not compared to the thin, whippy cane Narcissa had brought out a time or two. It sent heat tingling through her, making her cunt ache. But she couldn’t stop herself from trying to escape, wriggling uselessly while Narcissa punished her.
Nails raked down her hot skin and Pansy whined around the gag, making useless sounds. She wanted to plead - to be spanked more, or to come, or for something else, she didn’t know -
Narcissa moved round the bed, tilting up Pansy’s chin. Pansy looked up at her, whimpering unhappily as she felt drool slip down her chin. Narcissa tutted.
“Messy. After all I’ve taught you, you’re still so messy. It’s revolting, really.”
Lust and humiliation burnt through her together.
“All right, then.” Narcissa took Pansy’s hand, placing it between her own legs. “Let’s see it. I know you’re desperate. Messy little slut.”
Pansy whined desperation and relief both, and started rubbing desperately at her clit. It was uncoordinated, unskilled, but it didn’t matter. Narcissa was watching with heated blue eyes, taking in Pansy naked and gagged and drooling and desperate for her, and it wasn’t a full minute before Pansy was groaning out her orgasm round the glass in her mouth.
Narcissa took off the gag. Pansy looked up at her, not quite able to find her voice, even now.
Narcissa slid onto the bed, arranging herself against the pillows, elegant as always. “Come here. I freed your mouth for a reason, you know.”
She opened her thighs and Pansy lost her breath.
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First of all, thank you for your patience, can't believe it took me 3 whole weeks to reply to this --"
I love this so much!! Wicked Lady Narcissa is amazing, and I love how the narrating serves the dynamic by expliciting only Pansy's feelings.
After a moment she felt a soft touch to her mouth: Narcissa tracing her lips where they were stretched open round the gag.
This was suuuuuuuuch a nice touch!
Thank you so so much :'D
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I'm a big fan of jewel tones, and I wear them a fair amount. Purple or green, plus silver and black, say, is like, my standard evening thing. I wanna get my hair dyed jewel-ish tones for Pride this summer: the bi flag :D I like watercoloury but bright colours in art best.
Question for you: do you prefer pastels, or bright colours, or neutrals? For clothes or interior design, not art :)
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Aaaah this is such a tough choice!!!
I think... Shag Ginny, marry Luna, kill Pansy.
Ooooh bi flag hair dye would look amazing!
Ohhh, interesting question. My preferences are very much modulated by the context. I LOVE pastels, but I'm unlikely to wear something that is very easily stained. As such, I tend to prefer grey, black, blue and green "big pieces" (jumpers, trousers). In the summer I wear a lot more pastels, and my accessories (scarves, hats) tend to be pastel and/or colourful. The question is also tough because I think my preferences are influenced by how people respond to it (the less compliments/remarks from strangers, the better). And I replied thinking of how I like it for myself, but I love different aesthetics on others (that's very apparent in my drawings, as I draw stuff I hardly ever wear anymore, I just love the look of it).
For interior design, I like neutrals (white walls especially) and pastels with touches of colour, again with a logic of "will it stain easily?" everywhere.
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1. SMK: Pomona Sprout, Poppy Pomfrey, Irma Pince
2. If you could eat just one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? (Don't worry about nutrition or whatever. Just the thing you like best.)
3. Word = Never. Ship = Minerva/Rolanda
Minerva/Rolanda: your tricks
She was quite calm, thank you.
She heard the door open but didn’t turn around.
“Minerva,” Rolanda said. “He didn’t actually cheat.”
“He knew what he was doing.”
“Severus just asked if you and I were - ”
“He distracted me on purpose.”
“Consider forgiving him.”
“Never,” Minerva said, scrawling an empathic Troll on Sebastian Voreglass’ poor effort.
Rolanda came up behind her, hands on the back of Minerva’s chair. After a moment, Minerva softened enough to lean back into her. “If you’re still annoyed at him by dinner, he’ll think he won. And then he’ll be unbearable.”
“He did win,” Minerva said, disgusted.
“You know what I mean. And really, who’s winning at Quidditch long-term? You do have the coach right here.”
Minerva tipped back her head to meet Rolanda’s amused brown eyes. She lifted a hand to touch her, and Rolanda caught it in hers. “Going to teach me some tricks, Hooch?”
“If you show me yours.”
Minerva abandoned the essays in favour of kissing Rolanda’s smirk off her face.
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Ummm. I think probably Greek salad? In terms of things I love that provide the best combination of things I crave (salty olives and feta, crisp cucumber and onions for biting, sweet tomato, etc). Or possibly just chocolate.
What's a food you never had much/at all as a kid that you eat regularly as an adult?
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Drabble Request: Doctor Who and the word is "Dream"
Doctor Who, "dream": I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
Not just the Doctor, with all his many faces. That was to be expected; she dreamt of the face she knew often enough, with its high cheekbones and lack of eyebrows, in dreams hardly stranger than the life she lived with him now. The New Romantic curls, the coloured scarf trailing behind, the white hair and sparrow-bright eyes - Clara had known them all, one way or another, and it made sense.
She hadn’t expected him to bring all his friends crowding into her subconscious too.
Red hair and miniskirts and a sword; blonde hair and a Union Jack t-shirt and an accent she recognised; a blond plait and a big military jacket; brass on the hat and a prodigious moustache; dark hair and a face she recognised from Coal Hill’s old school photos. She’d got to know them all, at least a little, in weaving herself through the Doctor’s life.
The day Clara turned a corner, Me at her side, and was met with UNIT uniforms it didn’t come as a particular surprise. But then she saw dark eyes and straightened hair and a leather jacket, and stopped walking as recognition overtook her.
“Martha Jones,” she said.
Her eyebrows twitched together. “Have we met?”
“Depends on your definition,” Clara said, with a winning smile she hoped would get her out of explaining. She’d done enough explaining at Coal Hill. “But I bet we’re gonna be friends now.”
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2. What inspires your writing?
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Shag/marry/kill- Jessica Jones, Elektra Natchios, or Claire Temple?
What was your first encounter with smut in fandom?
Um, Faith/Buffy; teacher?
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Hmmmmm. Elektra strikes me as way more dom than Jessica, but also marrying Jessica seems like it'd be really rough... marrying Claire would be great but Defenders' main impact on me was making me adore Elektra and Jessica is my fave... argh!
Okay, shag Elektra, marry Jessica, kill Claire. Sorry Claire, but I can't kill Jess!
My first encounter with smut was my first encounter with fandom: I stumbled across a hilarious all-dialogue Sirius/James where they discuss how Sirius fucked Regulus and then get busy. It was a good springboard for fandom :D
What was the first fic that made you cry?
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Ahaha, that's amazing. At least it made a good impression to jump from :D
Hmm, I don't think I've ever actually cried for a fic before? Partly because I've never read anything that sad or pulls too much at my heartstrings more than canon.
Faith/Buffy: Learn By Doing
And here Buffy was, lionhearted as always, asking Faith to show her how.
“What’s Giles always saying?” Faith said with a grin. (Well, muttering while he gave Wesley a pointed look.) “Experience is the best teacher.”
And Buffy had taken that to heart. Because now Faith was on her back, biting into the fleshy part of her palm as she fought not to scream through her third orgasm, legs quaking round Buffy’s head, hips juddering as she rode out her climax.
Buffy kept sucking all through it, and even as Faith’s muscles loosened, Buffy was still kitten-licking at her, cleaning her off, making her whine with overstimulation.
“Jesus, B,” she said hoarsely. “You didn’t need to - I swear, that’s enough, you’ve got it down - ”
Buffy raised her head, licking her lips. She eyed Faith, her gaze going pleased and dark as she took in the sight of Faith limp on Buffy’s bed, sweaty and exhausted and breasts heaving as she panted. “You know what else Giles is always saying?” she said. “Practice makes perfect.”
“Oh god,” Faith groaned, as her thighs were pressed further apart. Then she felt Buffy’s mouth once more. “Oh god!”
She didn’t say much else for the rest of the afternoon.
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