WILDFIREFUCKERY: An independent, selective, roleplay blog for Aeric; original character, a wildfire druid from Dungeons and Dragons with verses in Dragon Age and Baldur's Gate 3.
About found on here (TBA). Written by Mars (he/him), 25+, Irish (GMT). Sideblog to @daledikarios.
Roleplay rules are found under the cut.
RULES
Mutuals only: Iβm extremely selective and limit follows and threads due to IRL time constraints. This isn't a reflection on the quality of writing by the other person. I don't have the time to write with everyone, sorry!
Age: I only write with mins aged 21+, although preferably 25+.
Formatting: Iβm dyslexic, so please use simple, consistent formatting (font, size, spacing). Avoid heavy styling like alternating fonts or excessive bold/italics.
Dash only: I don't have a theme and keep my writing aesthetics to a minimum.
No hate or manipulation: Hate speech, call-out posts, or vague posts wonβt be tolerated. Be direct if thereβs an issue. Attempts to manipulate me in any way will end in a block. No homophobia or transphobia will be tolerated.
Shipping: Based on writing chemistry only. Aeric is pansexual and open to polyamory.
NSFW: Tagged as 'tw trigger' and 'nsft'. No personal triggers. Sexual/suggestive asks require prior OOC discussion or established IC interaction.
Anon: On, but hate is deleted. No NSFW anon replies.
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@wildfirefuckery has an interesting thought process
Aeric, Stix had noticed, had a habit of staring when he was thinking, deep in thought, as if he didn't know anything else around him existed while he was thinking. He wasn't sure if this was one of those 'Terran' things or 'Aeric' things, but it didn't bother him once he realized what was happening.
The question that came from Aeric when it seemed he'd reached the end of his thought-vine had actually surprised Stix a little bit, and he laughed his melodic laugh. Aeric's curiosity never ceased to amuse him, and he didn't mind answering such questions. He'd had his own questions as well, of course, never knowing life like Aeric was possible to exist.
This sort of question, however, was a new one. Aeric had been staring at Stix's lips while he had been thinking. Did Aeric want... to kiss?
"Kiss? Yes, this is a sign of affection for people in our pods that we are close to. Why do you ask?"
Aeric couldn't hide the surprise, and joy, from his face when Stix told him that they both had a cultural similarity. It always brightened his day to find out things both species had in common. Their biology too: both bipedal, depending on sugars and proteins to live, and both requiring water.
It made him wonder if there was something greater than them that brought such similarities. Maybe the same source as the original signal that had connected their species through long-range telecommunications all those years ago.
Either way, this was definitely worth discussing. For scientific reasons, of course. He was curious, it was natural to be curious, and Aeric wasn't going to consider the source of such curiosity.
"Back on Terra, we kiss for many reasons. A friend on the cheek, a lover on the lips, someone you care about on the forehead. How do your people kiss?"
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So... Stix needs carbon dioxide to live and I need oxygen. I exhale a significant amount of carbon dioxide while he does the inverse. With that logic, mouth to mouth should still work for us. Hmm, but does he have lungs like we do? Or... well, air sacs? Could I feel his air sacs with my breath?
I hope I never need to, but if something happens to his respiratory system and he needs air, I'll breathe down his throat to keep him alive. Maybe I should just get a spare tank of CO2 for him instead.
The last thing he needs is an alien kissing him as he's choking on my air.
On that note, does his species kiss? He has a mouth, not too far off my own, too. A bit different, which makes sense, we're different species, but hmm... what if kissing is a horrific act to them? And if I do mouth to mouth, am I just adding insult to injury...
I should check that out before I resort to that plan.
"Stix? Do your people kiss? Like, press their lips together in an act of love?"
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Jasper.
What he thinks: I bet he would look really good in a dress. He looks like he had the legs for it.. do they wear dresses back in the Free Marches? I suppose it wouldn't be good armour, and it's probably too cold here to wear one.
In fact, it's really cold here. I haven't felt my toes in three hours. That's not a good thing, maybe I should warm them by the fire. How do these people handle all this cold?! Jasper especially, his toes seem fine!
I wonder if he had special boots for it and if he'd let me borrow them, and maybe some of his clothes in general. Just so I know what I need to order for myself.
What he says: "Hey there, Ja-Inquisitor, could we, erm, go to your room and try on some clothes? I'm freezing and think you could help me warm up."
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It was very difficult for Jasper to keep his face straight. It wasn't one he personally had heard before but then again he didn't wear socks to bed like Aeric apparently did so perhaps that was the reason. The other man seemed to have an obsession with them but to each their own, he supposed.
"I know." he replied, leaning into it purely for his own amusement "They really should lighten up. And for the record your socks are very sexy. Absolute idiots, the lot of them."
Aeric sat on the corner of Jasper's desk, his shoes left at the door. It was the polite thing to do, but mostly he hadn't wanted to wear boots a moment longer than necessary. His socked feet dangled over the edge as he absently kicked the air while they talked.
Socks had been among Aeric's first ever possessions, and he had come to think of them as a lovely way for a person to express themselves. Today's were green, with leaves embroidered along the sides.
"Thank you. I would have said charming more than sexy, but I am glad you think so." He paused. "And that's good. There are so many customs here, and some of them I find a little bizarre, but these rules about socks and sex are just... it's madness, Jasper. Unless they mean the socks not on my feet, but somewhere else entirely? Now that would be stupid. Why would anyone do that?"