just so you know, i want you foggin' up my windows ,
and i know that you like my hands on your throat .
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we're not kids anymore.

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@fcggywindows
just so you know, i want you foggin' up my windows ,
and i know that you like my hands on your throat .
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indie multi-chara smut rp
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// my new character, thien hai long the writer has been added! i intended to add him to this blog if i was rejected from the group rp i applied to, anyway, and i guess them stealing him and whitewashing him was definitely a rejection!
at this time i am still on hiatus, but feel free to take a look.
what happened?
// like i said, i really don't want to get into it too much in public. suffice to say, it is the same character, but they turned him from asian to white. absolutely clownish, childish behaviour, and everyone i can identify as involved has been summarily added to my block list.
i really do need some time to cool off, but you are free to im me for more detail on how i know if you can swear to behave about it, because i really don't want to start shit or do a "callout". i don't believe the people involved would feel remorse, and i also think callouts make these kinds of people double down and victimize themselves. beside, i am above lowering myself to these kinds of people's level.
i will be adding the character to my roster here on fcggywindows once i am feeling a bit more level-headed, and if people happen to notice some similarities between this character and another one, you will know why.
// please tell me i am not seeing blatant character theft in 2025? that's really pathetic.
// ok no i just double checked and they 100% just stole my character and then [vile bigoted thing] him. i am livid. fuck you.
// i'll be adding the original version of this character to my blog once i am feeling a bit better, and if you happen to see the stolen version out there on your own, i'm happy to confirm :)
// please tell me i am not seeing blatant character theft in 2025? that's really pathetic.
// ok no i just double checked and they 100% just stole my character and then [vile bigoted thing] him. i am livid. fuck you.

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// please tell me i am not seeing blatant character theft in 2025? that's really pathetic.
closed for;; @dethenryquinn plot;; sinday starter! professionals spotting each other at kink party... oops!
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Alistair thinks his heart might stop as he spots Henry across the room. They know each other professionally, sure, Alistair does the man's taxes, but oh, god, he doesn't need one of his clients knowing that he... Well, suffice to say that he currently has a busty young woman at his feet, drooling as he slowly drips candle wax onto her tits.
closed for;; @novemindie plot;; sinday starter. something something genderfuck crossdressing.
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Sunny looks away from the mirror as she finishes doing up her tie, lips quirking up in amusement as she catches the look in the other person's eyes.
"What? Am I working the suit that well?" she asks.
closed for;; @blairyfairy plot;; sinday starter! friends? fwb? enemies?
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Dove grins as she plucks the massive dildo out of the other person's underwear drawer, waggling it back and forth.
"Look what I found hiding in your dresser," she teases.
closed for;; @sinfuljackpot plot;; sinday starter!
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Sunny looks up from the task of slogging through her emails when she hears the door to her office open. She pauses, smiling at Mary-Jane.
"Well, hello, beautiful. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

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// brain is refusing to brain, but be assured i have all the posts and starters i owe in my drafts :)
// i remembered it's sinday! like for a kink-related starter :)
closed for;; @powderedhcarts plot;; as discussed :)
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The bar is smoky and dingy, as bars like to be, and those glasses? Why, if anybody asks, they're filled with water and juice, of course.
Remy walks out on stage, his hair over his shoulder, his suit tailored just so, making the hair on his chest and the swell of his breasts stand out, painfully obvious even in the dim light.
The chatter continues all around, even as the pianist begins to play, and it's not until Remy leans into the microphone on-stage and begins to sing that a hush falls over the crowd.
closed for;; @dethenryquinn plot;; sexy(???) v-day starter call... :)
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Antony hasn't tried to make chocolate since he was in cooking school, and he actually thinks he might have a coronary here and now.
Earlier in the week, he'd had the clever idea to make the cute man down the hall some chocolate for Valentine's Day, but now he's thinking that clearly he let his ego get the best of him.
Currently, he's sitting in the middle of his kitchen, head in hands as he stares despondently down at a bunch of fucked up chocolate hearts, most of which broke coming out of the mold, if they even came out at all.
The batch before he burned, and the one before that came out so bitter it was inedible. This was the worst idea he's ever had. He should have just made a fancy dinner like a normal person.
With a groan, he buries his face into his arms.
"Forget it," he mutters. "Just forget it. I'll just die alone. That would be better."
Then his smoke alarm goes off, again, and he's on his feet, cussing up a storm.
Henry has often found himself in the middle of family drama during a reading. Every family was full of their own secrets and issues. It wasn't his place to actually intervene or judge whatever those issues might be.
Explaining to Kwesi's dear granny that now was the time for burying the hatchet, was talking all of his psychic energy. The stubborn ones were always the hardest to deal with.
He listened for as long as he could stand it, and then broke the connection, at least just for a moment. When he spoke again he was himself and his own voice. It was seemingly as easy as that for someone as powerful as Henry when dealing with the dead. He had a life's full of experience.
"Hi," He said, "It might be best for you to say whatever you need to say and can the arguing. She's stubborn and not going to listen, older people have a want to be stuck in their ways even in death. If you want to say your sorry, or forgive her, or tell her you love her, you can do it now and I'll send her off."
His hands still held Kwesi's but much less tightly than when his grandmother was speaking, and Henry gave him a gentle brush of his thumb on the side to reassure him. "Or if you're too upset we can stop. It's been my experience that whatever love you have for the deceased is the only thing that matters or helps. I went through a similar thing with my father."
His response, obviously, does not please his granny, and it's barely out of his mouth before she's lecturing him through this stranger, telling him that he shouldn't leave his husband over a petty disagreement, scolding him for obviously driving the man away, critiquing his appearance, saying he looks like a man (duh), and that she always told him this tomboy nonsense would cause problems for him.
It's quite the tirade, and Kwesi finds himself almost spacing out through it, shocked when Henry manages to pull himself out of the mire.
He's surprised by how much his voice shakes as he answers the man: "I want her to leave," he says. He can feel his eyes watering, and he's furious with himself for feeling so weak in front of a stranger. "Please, just make her go away."

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Henry nodded, he certainly did catch the drift. "I understand, sorry to hear that. It's good that you've worked things out enough to stay close, not everyone can do something like that."
He took another sip of his now strong drink and shook his head with a small smile. "Not me, I've never had the time for anything serious. It's a cliche but I've always been married to the job from day one. It's a hard life to bring someone else into, so nothing ever stuck."
He didn't add that he hadn't tried to make anything stick. For the most part, Henry was content on his own. "And thus, no kids, thankfully." He wasn't against the idea of settling down, but the time would have to be right, and the person perfect for him.
"I don't know if I'm 'out there' as such, but I take what I can get." He smiled, looking down for a moment, "You wanna dance? I'm not that good, but I can handle the next slow one."
It had been a difficult conversation at the time--"I still love you, but I'm straight. I hope you can understand"--and it's still difficult to think about. It hurts, though it is kind of hilariously affirming. She's such a woman that her straight ex-wife isn't into her anymore.
"No? What a waste?" Ophelia teases. "You've always been too cute for your own good."
She knocks back the rest of her drink, making a face as it burns her way down her throat, then hums and offers Henry her hand.
"Well, if you can take the hit to your pride, I can lead."
bent over a table while something bakes in the oven.
(Azrael/Dove)
Dove can't help but feel smug about the way he looks at her, especially when she's in nothing more than an apron, a chocolate cake in the oven, filling the air with the delicious scents of sugar and cocoa while she twirls one of her braids around a finger and leans against his kitchen table.