“The only place to go is up.”

While this will be the place where I share some of my work and look for potential RP partners, I’m also on the search for other writers looking to improve. I’m currently working on organizing a discord server for this very objective, to develop a community of writers whose sole goal is the improvement of our skills.

It should be stated clearly enough by the 18+, but really, no minors. Some of the specific skills that I’m looking to improve aren’t child-friendly, and I generally wouldn’t feel comfortable writing with a minor anyway. That said, the discord will not be open to minors.

RP Info

I try to maintain semi-literacy at minimum, I generally use third person but am also comfortable with first. I use and accept all manners of face claims, though I personally enjoy using TS4 at times for my own.

I don’t do fandoms. Even the ones I enjoy, I will not because I don’t currently trust myself to properly portray characters that aren’t mine.

That said, OCxOC only please.

I favor non-hetero pairs, but can do MxF. Most important things are an interesting plot and good character compatibility.

The qualities I look for in a writing partner are: communicative, respectful, semi-lit at minimum, and reasonably active. Perfectly fine with groups and 1x1.

I’d like (a) communicative partner(s) as I highly enjoy discussing characters and their dynamics. I think it’s one of the best ways to really get to know them and the stories they’re involved in.

Regarding genres, I’m currently interested in: slice of life, polyamory, omegaverse. I enjoy royalty AUs but I will admit that my current ignorance on the intricacies of palace life tends to make me shy away from it.

I generally avoid: horror, mystery, dystopias, adventure. However, I’m generally open if they’re facets of the above, not if they’re the general genre.

Should character kinks need mentioning at any point, they’ll be discussed then. However, I will not write: SA, watersports, kinks that are inherently unhygienic. I’m fine with references to SA, though.

Writing Info

Any content disclaimers will be stated prior. Proceed at your own risk.

@3dshippings hey bitch remember this?

Note: the person censored does not share their views. They just chose the path of least resistance.

—“I hate to say it, but he didn’t act like this before” not even true. You have no idea how much of himself he hid from you because of how you treated him.

—also love how often you tried to come in between our relationship. Also love the deadname drop despite the fact you knew full well never to address me as that. Real cool.

—he literally wanted to write a comfort prompt. That’s all it was. You two wrote regularly and he always, always catered to your desires, regardless of how odd and distasteful they may have been. Any time he wanted to pick the prompt you’d throw a fit or disengage with it until you could get the attention back on yourself.

—your inability to understand something shouldn’t affect your ability to respect it.

—it really doesn’t take an extreme amount of trust. It really doesn’t. You just have a screwed perspective on what relationships as a whole entail. You think your relationships are supposed to cater to you and that’s that.

—“but I guess he just so desperately wants to be loved” oh if I respond to that we’ll be here all day so I’ll leave it at 🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾

—what does marriage have anything to do with it? Talking about polyamory, not polygamy fool. Like yeah sure a piece of paper could be nice but at the end of the day my declaration’s all I need to validify my relations

—“it’s just. A lot of work” proceeds to describe normal relationship requirements.

—“because like they’re married and then they share two other people” when a married couple and a married couple love each other very much-

—“polyamory feels uncomfy to me when it isn’t three or more people making that decision at the same time” what decision? Bc to me it seems like you think polyamory is just about sex. Also like- do you not understand that people talk about things before they happen? I fuckin guess not since communication wasn’t somethin you brought up at any point.

—“I like the kids a lot” no you just like to fetishize our trans amab multisexuals, both of whom are also poly but it was easier for you to pretend they weren’t. You literally only interacted with our amab characters to do what you do best, reduce their characters down to a couple words easy for you to digest and be uncomfortable and weird with them. later on I’ll get to your transphobia

I knew my post would just get hidden/deleted/whathaveyou bc this person, whether you know this person as horrormusicals, 3dshippings, rose, Larry, whatever, has been horrifically bad at accepting responsibility for their actions.

Currently I’m just talking about their mlm fetishization. I could go into the anti-polyam, the racism, the ableism, the transphobia, the paganphobia, the misogyny. I hope one day I’ll be permitted to post all of that content. But currently, all the trans nonsense they’ve been up to has really been diggin at me and I’m tired of staying quiet about it.

6/25/21; (I)Sean; contains somnophilia, polyamory, AFAB Sato

He wishes he wasn’t such a light sleeper. Wishes his partners weren’t such deep sleepers.

Well, Sato smirks as they carefully slip out of the bed, not completely.

It’s not like this was their first option. He’d tried subtly shifting back against Dean, tried gently shaking them awake, tried speaking. And there was no point turning over to Isa; if Dean can’t be roused, then hell must freeze over to allow Isa to wake.

Can’t be mad when Dean gets me pregnant first, then.

And as much as they wish they could’ve gotten dean to wake up, to at least wake enough to slip a hand between warm, wet thighs and fuck a few fingers into him, or even better grip a hip and slip that gorgeous cock inside them, never knowing if they’ll be pounded into oblivion or told to keep them warm and themselves relaxed until the blond’s ready to wake-

As much as they love that, those two being such deep sleepers still has its benefits.

How else would he be able to have Dean so pliable beneath him? And to be able to get them ready so quickly, with no interruptions, fuck-

It’s a wonder he’s able to pull himself away, cunt aching as the ravenette pops off, lips flushed and shiny. Another time, they decide, briefly debating on whether to continue the blowjob and simply fuck himself with his favorite toy before opting to just follow through on the original plan. Lube already in their reach, it’s not long before everything is fully prepped.

The only thing left to do-

“Ohh…” The breathy sigh escapes as the thick head pops through, a drawn out, “fuck-“ escaping as he descends further, the ring of muscle yielding to the familiar intrusion.

And, with hands braced beside tan thighs and clit positively throbbing, he starts to rock with the same motions he has every other time; slow, smooth, and steady.

1/14/21; Isato/Isean; ns, polyamory, somnophilia

Consent is key.

Sato couldn’t even think about it otherwise. They could never picture any of their partners in such circumstances before knowing if it’s something that could happen.

It wouldn’t feel right.

And usually it still doesn’t feel right, looking at them like this while they lay beside him; Dean, the closest to where Sato’d been laying in the middle, and Isa on the other side of the bed, closest to where the Japanese one is now.

But it’s okay, they remind themselves, carefully moving plush blankets aside, more than familiar with the obstacles. If I couldn’t, they would’ve said.

And what did they say? Just the opposite, in fact.

Because it could never happen otherwise. Satoru, Dean, Isandro, none of them would ever proceed with this if any of them had revoked.

They’d all voiced their consent weeks, months ago. It, at least for this specific activity, was always implied. They only had to ask if it wasn’t okay.

It’s hardly ever not okay. They’re sure to tell each other on the nights it isn’t.

This isn’t one of those nights.

It’s one where he’s making his way between strong, tanned thighs, brown skin bared to the world, slowly caressed under a cerulean gaze. Where calculating hands can’t help but twitch, chest can’t help but flutter, breath can’t help but tremble as he gets closer and closer, soft lips pressing a gentle kiss to the head of the prone, flaccid length between the Spaniard’s thighs.

No reaction.

Another.

No reaction.

Slick pink slips out, tongue gently twisting around the head, olive skin warm with thinly-veiled arousal swimming just beneath. The Spaniard moves, and Sato freezes.

Their dick twitches, and they swallow the whine that accompanied it down.

He continues once Isa’s breathing slows back down, once muscles relax and yield to him once more, pulls the softened length into his mouth and oh-

He still doesn’t know why he finds it so gods-damn alluring. Doesn’t know why his dick was hardening before even touching the other man, why the feeling of him growing in his mouth has him reaching full mast, why his own dick twitches in tandem with the swipes of his tongue that makes the Spaniard unconsciously buck into his mouth.

But it’s not their job to know that right now.

No. No, right now, right now Sato just wants dick.

11/7/20; Inspired by Colors by Stella Jang; One shot, not an excerpt. Implications of SA and suicide.

“What’s your color?”

Bright tangerine settles on curious cobalt, tiny, thin fingers reaching out to poke a moist chubby cheek. The boy makes a sound of dismay, eyes narrowing as the girl smiles, settling beside him. He doesn’t answer and she doesn’t ask again, turns to him a beat later and says:

“You look blue. Like your eyes! Are you blue?”

When she’s met with a look of confusion, she claps her hands together excitedly, only to quickly stop at his shrinking away, replacing the motion with wiggling toes instead. “Sad! Colors mean a lot of different things, like feelings! Blue is really vers- ver-“ Round features scrunch up in annoyance, tiny knuckles knocking and rocking against each other in thought before she huffs, turning back to the younger child- “Dad said it has a lot of meanings, it’s very big,” and she’s sure to stretch out her arms to show just how big, watches as blue follows, his tears and hiccups lessening.

“It can be happy, like red! Red makes me happy. Kat really likes blue like the sky and blueberries and the ocean! Mom likes greens, like grass and limes and broc- broco- brocli!” She doesn’t think she said it right, but that’s okay, he seems to be listening anyway, perks at the mention of the vegetable, blue darting towards the door.

She thinks he’s gross for liking it as much as he does, but she loves him anyway.

“What do you like?” She questions curiously, fingers wiggling as she presses her palms to her knees, just as the door is nudged open, a cat forcing her way into the room.

She knows her question isn’t ignored even as blue focuses on the feline, as blue gives way to pink and grows into red with each step closer of the cat, practically glowing with it by the time she finally turns and rubs the length of her body against his drawn up legs, tiny hands quickly reaching out and running down a furry back.

She just sits in silence beside him, listening to the purrs as she looks around. It’s a moment before her attention is brought back, small hand clasped by an even smaller one, lifting her hand to the cat’s collar, a deep, vibrant-

“Purple?” Ryo asks, tilting her head in slight confusion, only for Sato to nod energetically, free hand shaking, body bouncing in place. She can’t help the grin that stretches her lips, her own body bouncing along, fingers and toes wiggling contently.

“I’m glad you’re not blue anymore.”

~

I could be red-

Gold shut tight, teeth clenched, pale face flushed with anger; Amber bright and wide, hands shaking with the force of her passion; Pink lips split in a grin, smile as infectious as the happiness radiating off of her.

-or I could be yellow-

Her smile is quick, a hand lifting to brush disobedient hair back, a soft blush peppering her cheeks as honey eyes shyly raise; Manicured hands clasp together to keep themselves from shaking, body practically buzzing with energy she can just barely contain; Carefully plucked brows furrow in thought, lips pursing as she types away into her phone, searching for the answers to satiate her curiousity.

I could be blue-

She blinks away the tears, swallows down the hiccups and tries to will away the sadness; Heat seeps into her form, tension slipping from slender shoulders as she sinks lower into fragrant water, relaxing as a cloud of calm settles atop her; Laughter spills past her lips as she looks at her friend, gaze soon latching onto another over slim shoulders and she feels her smile fading, feels warmth seeping from amber until a dead, cold stare is all he sees.

-or I could be purple-

She looks over the wall of photographs, focusing on the subjects and details as her heart swells with pride; Words spill forth too quickly to track, gushing over the faux human skull in her hands, gaze oh so adoring; *so simple*, she thinks, working diligently on the assignment, ignoring the boredom tapping away at her skull as intelligence feels wasted.

I could be green-

Small hands shake violently as she tries to will the feeling away, tries to rid herself of the memory of that dog tongue running over her hand, disgust clear in childlike features; Honey keeps finding its way to her, watches the other girl shyly tuck her hair behind her ear, the boy before her grinning, saying something that has the girl blushing and she doesn’t think she’s been so envious of a boy before this; The lie flows off her tongue smoothly like so many before it, deceit disguised with a tinkering laugh and that pretty smile.

-or pink-

“-My boyfriend, Dean!” The little girl giggles, chubby hand tightening around his own as she swings it, heart warm and light and she’s sure this is what a crush feels like; The young woman flushes, gaze demurely drifting to the side, a hand coming to hide her soft grin and she’s sure she’s nailed embarrassment as the boy smiles; Red lips curve into a slight smirk, half-lidded amber coy in how they flick down and up once more, flirtatiously traversing the length of the body before her.

-or black-

She adjusts the blazer, manicured hands tugging at the collar before moving to fix her hair, then her skirt, changing and adjusting and fixing until she’s the shining example of the mature young woman she’s meant to be; Her mother inspects the dress, a fusion of Japanese and Western fashion, elder hands coming to clasp her face once she’s done, beaming as she states, “The Matsui women make gorgeous, elegant brides.”; Her hands shake, smile struggling to stay plastered on her face as disobedient tears stream down her face, gaze staring unblinkingly though her twin, through one of the many black polka dots decorating her shirt, sinking into the growing void to block out the weight on her skirt- She feels the abrupt disconnect as the words settle, feels the moment liquid floods her eyes but not its overflow, pictures Dean so small and alone and hurt, hurting so much that he tried to- to actually leave and it feels like her organs are melting, like they’re being siphoned from her until she’s nothing but an empty, void husk-

-or white-

Too young for self-awareness to have settled, the little girl runs and leaps and bounds between states, taking in all manners of sensory, pure and absorbent like an unused sponge.

3/2/21; Sean, AFAB!Sato; ns, size difference

They still don’t think it will fit. Then again, they didn’t think any of the previous would fit, and over time they have.

It’s taken diligence to get to this point, to open up that tight ring of muscle and get it to relax and yield to rose quartz, to strong fingers, a thin g-spot vibe, fuck-

That one was a favorite, a big favorite. She loves Dean’s fingers, gods, the way it felt that first time when it wasn’t met with discomfort, when pleasure lanced up her spine-

And when he was finally able to use two, by the gods-

But when they got to the first vibe, when strong hands would gently pump it in and out, only to roughly thrust-

They couldn’t stop craving it.

It’s not like they didn’t have another hole that was available; as tight as their cunt is, or was rather, their ass is a totally different story, yielding with much less pressure than the other and rarely being met with pain or discomfort. That took some doing still, they won’t lie, but oh it was so much easier to fit the American in their entirety there-

To just be pulled back on it too, oh, Sato saw stars, almost went limp, almost went fucking brainless with the waves of pleasure that kept ricocheting through her as strong hands gripped slim hips and rolled-

It’s almost what it felt like when they finally got a four-inch circumference toy in their front for the first time proper, oh. It was always so discouraging when they tried and it didn’t go well, when pain would lick at nerves, when it would bite and pierce, gods it made them so anxious, made them feel so anxious and reserved and useless but-

But now, oh now, now she can take so much, has been taking it bigger and longer and faster and harder- gods she loves it harder, always hurts the next time but in that moment it’s so damn good-

Why else would she always ask for more?

Why else would she cant her hips up and grind them down and buck back and moan-

“Please?”

3/23/17

I want to say I like you

Want to say your smile fills my stomach with butterflies

But confusion fills me like wasps

and I’ve never been able to tell the difference

I want to say I like you

But I don’t want to lie

It’s not a lie, it’s not;

But it will be if I tell you

You’re better than that

Too valuable

So I bite my tongue

Peer through logic instead of emotion

The more reliable of the two

Undated but presumably from 3/2017

Brown lowers

The corners of plump lips twitching

Body shaking;

as fingers tremble

Anticipation flows

Amusement joining, plucking at flesh

Lips splitting;

as fingers tremble

Those trembling fingers

resist urges;

collapse upon themselves;

brown closing.

3/7/17, was apparently based off an image

Seven;

Wraps around the tongue

boa constrictor of a word

Seven;

Unwashable sins

tainting (the) fabric (of time)

Seven;

Oceans of scars

brimming with man’s consequences

Seven;

Seconds of hesitation

in a land of mines and bones

Seven;

1/1/22; Yurin; ns, implied pegging

If there’s one thing that Rin enjoys, it’s taking care of his wife.

There’s really nothing else like it. It’s one of his major food groups now, as important to his survival as carbon. His whole family, oh do they have his heart, does he love them with every fiber of his being.

But Yuri- oh Yuri-

There’s nothing like loving her. Nothing like her sleep-addled grins peeking over cups of tea in the mornings, her coy little winks when she and the kids think they’ve bested him, her furrowed eyebrows when she’s particularly focused on something- oh he loves her.

He loves her when she’s elated, when she’s upset, when she’s furious, he loves her everywhere and every way.

And right now, that way is with her crowding him up against their bedroom wall, hands roaming about his body with a familiarity that has him melting the same way it has every time before, that has him rocking up against her and her pinning his hips and gripping his hips and thighs-

“Do you- do you want to-?” He gets out with his next breaths, supplementing a roll of his hips in place of the words his body held back.

Even when she grins at him like that, heady and heavy and he knows she’s planning on working him, even when he knows she wants nothing more than to see the embarrassment spread across his face, wants to see the way his eyes avert and his cheeks darken and he bites his lip before finally saying the words:

“-fuck me?”

2/4/17; technically an untitled work, that’s just the selected prompt.

You Hesitate

before your skin greets the glass’ cold surface

before your reflection can complete the contract

Curiousity is the friend that’s not really a friend

but you hold on anyway while

Reluctance and Caution are those overbearing siblings

that hinder more than help and

Rationality is this… thing, this entity

that eludes you, obscured by the twins

But you want to Understand

even as Reluctance still holds your frozen hand

and Caution whispers soft, stern warnings into your ear

You Understand that Curiousity killed the cat,

Caution’s voice wavering, Reluctance’s grip faltering

But Curiousity runs a hand through your hair and over your spine

as you look up to see Satisfaction grinning at you, waiting