hold on to each other

help people push their promos. please. i know that the icon promo trend made it easier to just like to show interest, but liking on tunglr does literally nothing from an algorithm stand point. liking does not promote their blog, liking does not show it to more people, liking fundamentally is just a little heart that shoves that liked post into your likes to be forgotten about. liking something on this site is pretty useless.

“…you can call me Quinn,” they speak slowly, thoughtfully. This name is safe enough, and this man … doesn’t appear to be fully fae, but one can never be too sure. Curious, though. Maybe he is something of a dream, some inkling of foretelling amidst the usual omens and worries brought to them. The idea of familiarity soothed them somewhat, here. “May I call you by anything?”

“I am not in need of any food here.” They must refuse, as politely as possible. They know the rules. They know what manners they must maintain. Despite being lost and terrified and unsure of what even to do next. “I - I cannot ask you of anything.”

   Quinn.  Just hearing their name made Riley’s heart flutter.  His smile softened while he listened to them speak these carefully-crafted sentences.  At the last polite refusal, he hummed, eyes squinting in another pleasant smile.

“ Suit yourself. “  Ah – what name should he give them?  For a moment he considered a plethora of other aliases.  He’d actually confused himself with these in a past form, never remembering which name he introduced himself with to people outside of the Feywilds.  No, simplicity was key here.

Besides, Quinn deserved all the honesty Riley could give them.

“Uh ... I suppose that would be alright.” They didn’t see much harm in just a walk, beyond the low thrum of anxiety over minding their tongue in the presence of fae. Being so careful was so tiring, sometimes, but they would be terrified either way, alone and afraid and uncertain in the Feywilds alone, or, afraid of the company of another but at least in that company to not be so fearful alone. 

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It wasn’t the first prison he’d been to. Wasn’t the first time he’d gotten arrested for something trivial either. He had been arrested for way worse offenses, such as existing, but a man could only do so much before he decided it was time to skip town. 

This time he hadn’t even been the cause of the disturbance that caused him to end up in a cell. An argument had broken out between a merchant and a customer when he had been passing by, and he and a couple of others had gone to try to prevent it turning into a fistfight. 

It had turned into a minor street brawl. 

The problem with having bright red hair such as he in a desert country was that he made a very memorable target. And thus, his luck had led him being pointed out and dragged into custody. His bag had been snatched away, his cloak too, and he just hoped that no one paid too close attention to those. 

A Witch had to keep his secrets, after all. 

He hummed as he leaned back against the cool stone, legs splayed out before him on the floor as he watched the shadows move beyond the barred door, listening to the sounds of other prisoners and guards down the hall. Idly he wondered when they were going to question him, or at the very least let him out. He hadn’t done anything wrong, after all, and he still had a smarting bruise on his face that proved he had been punished enough for just trying to be a good person. 

Curious assortment. Certainly a man of some magic, and likely a more dangerous sort but it was hard to tell - she’d asked the guards to hold off on searching his things once she’d realized. No need for them to get tangled up in something they may not understand fully.

That left her with half a cup of tea still, gingerly sorting through items and feeling the magic of them, while Ezen slithered off to go investigate the man in question. They weren’t exactly a kind questioner, all sharp scales sliding up his ankles from the floor. 

“No, no - it’s not your fault I just -” 

And he kissed them. They didn’t expect that.  Quinn didn’t really know what to expect at all, hardly thinking, just clinging to the existence of the present moment and working their way through that. But he kissed them and all their worries shifted, some melted away and some new, but a brighter shade, no longer worried for his attachment to them but the shape of relationship between them. And that - wasn’t so awful, knowing in that gentle touch they weren’t going to lose him over this.

Carefully, slowly, even after he had pulled away their hand came up to brush his hair back behind his ear and cup his cheek, not wanting to move any further apart. “… can I?” 

   They were softer than Riley had imagined them to be.  He enjoyed the gentle fingers on his face, brushing his hair away as he watched them.  What was he doing?  It was only a fleeting thought, drowned out by the warm feeling growing in his chest.

“ If you want, “ he said, watching them with kind eyes.  Chase, you fool, of course they wanted to, why would they ask if they didn’t?  He smiled a little bigger, eyes closing as he gave them another kiss.

i really think its very easy to say ‘female muses are underappreciated!’ when its so much more complicated than that. that doesn’t mean im ignoring the fact that a white man will, most likely, get more attention than characters who are women. and yes, you’re allowed to whine if your character whos a white femme fatale doesnt get as much appreciation. but, at the very least, for the love of god, think about how your character has their own privileges BECAUSE theyre STILL white. The same goes for other privileges they might have.

also, food for thought: do men get more attention in the RPC? when you think about it, in a way. but does a character whos a trans brown man get more attention than a cishet white woman? does a character whos a gay black man get more attention than a white woman? if they do, they probably had to work a lot harder for it than you give them credit for, and they deserve every ounce of recognition and appreciation they get.