𝔡𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔫𝔢

this page is closed!...kinda

hellooooo!!! my name is daphne and i have been writing fanfic for... a while. i am russian and finnish (crazy combo if you know history). i speak both fluently but english is my first language. i also speak dutch! i loveeee almost every genre of music but metal is my favourite. i am NOT taking submissions for fanfics.

leader of twink nation 🫡

also if you just want to talk to me or ask me questions (i love answering questions lol) don’t be afraid to send in an ask or dm! i will gladly answer. you can ask in any of the languages i speak (russian, finnish, english, dutch, and a decent amount of norwegian and french!)

my reblog page: @voidofsympathy!!!

request status (if you REALLY don't wanna read the paragraph): closed

౨ৎ list of upcoming fics

౨ৎ interests

please read this before you request

things i do

lots and lots of headcannons

literally ANY person but my specialty is musicians

i do smut but you have to request it

i will do kinks (read more on my don’t do)

throuples/poly

male reader (m x m, m x f)

nsfw alphabets

fem x fem (ALISSA WHITE GLUZ COME GET ME I LOVE YOU SO MUCH)

things i don’t do

any sort of assault

i am open to doing kinks but i might not write them so well depending on how much i know about them

age regression

age play

any minors

member of band x member

ANYTHING TO DO WITH CHILDREN (how they would as fathers, etc.). ( the ones i have done were just me experimenting with it. i really don’t like doing it)

PLEASE SPECIFY YOU ARE USING AN ANON EMOJI!! DONT JUST SEND ME AN EMOJI AND EXPECT ME TO KNOW CAUSE I WONT LOL

request symbols taken: 🐛 𖦹 🐊🕸️ 𖦹 🎸 𖦹 🎧 𖦹 🦐 𖦹 🍒 𖦹 🩰✨ 𖦹 🎀🪽 𖦹 🕷️ 𖦹 💋 𖦹 🐦‍⬛ 𖦹 🪽 𖦹 🧟‍♂️ 𖦹 📼 𖦹 💋🚬 𖦹 🌚 𖦹 ✨ 𖦹 🐈 𖦹 🕺 𖦹 🦝 𖦹 💽 𖦹 🧛‍♀️ 𖦹 🖤 𖦹 🕊️ 𖦹 🤍 𖦹 🪸 𖦹 ☁️ 𖦹 🧸 𖦹 🎭 𖦹 🍰 𖦹 🥃 𖦹 🎩 𖦹🪺 𖦹 🌹 𖦹 🎫🎸 𖦹 🐅 𖦹 🫀 𖦹 🌀 𖦹 🎞️

linky dinkys

⋆⭒˚｡⋆jackass masterlist

⋆⭒˚｡⋆miscellaneous masterlist

⋆⭒˚｡⋆guns and roses masterlist

⋆⭒˚｡⋆metallica masterlist

⋆⭒˚｡⋆black metal masterlist

⋆⭒˚｡⋆80s-90s rock masterlist

⋆⭒˚｡⋆skid row masterlist

⋆⭒˚｡⋆motley crue masterlist

⋆⭒˚｡⋆hanoi rocks masterlist

⋆⭒˚｡⋆megadeth masterlist

⋆⭒˚｡⋆nu metal masterlist

uhm hello...mama's back lmfao. well not really lol. im just here to say hi. i literally havent been on here in so long. i saw that i have over 1000 followers which is insane. and like nothing has toned down since i left all those months ago. u fuckers are a dedicated breed hah. i don't think i'm gonna write again but im not saying never again. i might just do things in my requests list or whatever its called lol. but requests aren't open cause i have no clue what im doing yet lol.

uhm i kind of already gave my farewell with the goodbye post but take this i guess? this is the only draft i have because i posted everything before i left. i dont even know if the grammar is okay because i am not going to read it. this was requested by @rentherainbringer so please give them all the kudos for creating such a complex, amazing character.

and no, i will not be returning. i've deleted tumblr off everything and this was simply a visit to clear my inbox.

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𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦

requested by @rentherainbringer! this is an oc fic just to clarify lol.

☾you’re a music journalist with a habit of falling for the broken ones. jonathan steele has a habit of becoming everyone’s obsession☽

☾warnings: suggestive tension, smoking, swearing, heavy emotional undertones, soft angst, dark glammy vibes☽

 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᡣ𐭩 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝜗𝜚 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓹

⁎⁺˳✧༚miscellaneous masterlist

the rain hits the window like someone’s throwing nails at it—sharp, persistent, annoying. you’re cross-legged on a torn-up velvet couch in the green room, scribbling barely-legible notes into your little black notebook while cigarette smoke curls like question marks above your head.

he’s late.

of course he is.

jonathan aaron steele doesn’t do "on time." he doesn’t even do "alive" in the traditional sense.

you met him once—briefly. backstage at some grimy dive bar, bathed in stage lights and eyeliner, where he looked like a fallen angel who’d gotten bored halfway down. he didn’t talk much. just smirked, offered you a light, and called you “red” even though your lipstick was black that night.

now, two weeks later, your editor wants a feature. “get into his head,” she said. “dig deep.”

like that’s possible. jonathan doesn’t dig—he drowns.

the door creaks, and you know it’s him before you even look up. something about the way the room shifts. like the air wants to worship him. or maybe warn you.

"hope i didn’t keep you waiting, sweetheart," he says, voice low and laced with exhaustion or arrogance—you can’t tell which. maybe both.

"only half an eternity," you quip, not looking up.

he chuckles. it’s soft. dangerous. he slides into the chair across from you like it was made for him, cigarette already between his fingers, eyes rimmed in last night’s kohl. the rings on his fingers glint under the flickering lightbulb. he looks like he hasn’t slept in a decade. but he wears it well.

"what do you wanna know?" he asks.

you raise an eyebrow. "who you really are."

he smirks. "that’s a boring answer waiting to happen."

"try me."

jonathan leans back. exhales smoke like he’s got ghosts in his lungs.

"i’m a bad habit with good intentions," he murmurs. "the kind of guy you regret kissing at midnight but still dream about by dawn."

you click your pen. "that’s poetic. rehearsed, even."

he grins. "comes with the job."

his boots scuff the floor as he leans forward. too close. your knees touch. neither of you moves.

"you wanna write about me, right?" he asks, voice velvet and ash. "then don’t ask me who i am. ask me what i’ve lost."

your throat tightens a little. the question sits heavy in the room.

"...what have you lost?"

he blinks. once. twice. then: "god, maybe. sanity. a bassist or two. someone who loved me before i learned how to ruin that kinda thing."

you scribble fast, though your hand shakes a little.

"and what have you found?"

his eyes meet yours. they’re all stormcloud and candlelight.

"that nothin' makes you feel more alive than the moment after everything falls apart."

you hate how your pulse skips at that. hate how magnetic he is. how he’s both altar and sacrilege.

and maybe he sees that in your eyes. because he smiles—a sad, lopsided thing—and asks, “you ever kiss someone just to see if the world would end?”

you blink. “...no.”

"shame," he murmurs. "you look like the type who’d enjoy it."

the silence after that is loaded. thick with something unspoken and stupid and dangerous.

"i’m not here to fall for you," you say quietly.

"good," he replies. "i’m not here to be fallen for."

well, i’ve got some news you may find saddening.

growing up in a russian household, religion, specifically orthodoxy and catholicism, have been huge aspects of my life.

i’ve been known to have “bouts” of faith where i become apart of my catholic faith once again.

and for awhile now, i’ve become closer with Jesus than i ever have been. i’ve honestly been so happy lately

but coming back to catholicism means i am obviously giving it my all.

after the death of the beloved Pope Francis, it’s been difficult for all catholics, including me and yesterday the 9 day mourning period began for him.

ever since the day he left this earth to join our Father, i’ve been reflecting on this account and how writing such things has damaged and brought me down in drastic ways.

the lust and stress that’s been brought on my shoulders from this has completely destabilized me.

i knew i needed change so i went to Jesus and i’m doing so much better.

i’m prepared to receive backlash for my decision to return to my faith. but i’m prepared to receive more backlash for this:

i am leaving, and not returning.

i know i promised to finish all the fics that were requested but i hope you understand that this is not something i can do anymore.

ive made over 700 posts on this account and most of them are fanfiction. that’s about 600ish fanfics i’ve written alone in 5 months.

that’s…a whole lot of dedication.

i won’t be deleting anything posted so you can always go back to them.

this is a new chapter of my life, i’ve been reborn once again and i’ve achieved true happiness

thank you all for showing me support and love through this journey, i am so grateful to have built a community like this.

requested

☾tripping with jim morrison leads to an intimate, hallucinatory journey through bodies, minds, and dreams. reality slips. only sensation remains☽

☾warnings: nsfw, acid use, surreal sensory experiences, praise kink, light d/s elements, body worship, dirty talk, spiritual sex vibes, it's weird and that’s the point☽

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᡣ𐭩 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝜗𝜚 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓼

⁎⁺˳✧༚miscellaneous masterlist

requested

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᡣ𐭩 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓸 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝜗𝜚 𝓰𝓾𝓷𝓼 𝓷 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

been busing with family shit

tis the russian orthodox season

excuse my russian:

you know how i like my men….tattooed, mormon-looking, metal band, specifically deathcore or metalcore. example: phil bozeman

5 with long hair, 7 with short hair.