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My Purple Coffee Dragon Cave

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πŸ’œ Name: Robyn || Coffeedragon πŸ‰ πŸ’œ Pronouns: they/them πŸ’œ In a nutshell: Demi. Queer. Non-binary. ENM/Poly. Neurodivergent. AuDHD-er. Quirky. Butterfly πŸ¦‹ flitting between ideasπŸ’‘. πŸ’œ Ask me stuff. πŸ’œ I only post on AO3 or Tumblr. πŸ’œ I frequently write smut and kink fiction. πŸ’œ You can find all of my published works on AO3 [link here]. πŸ’œ Kinktomato, SALS, DLDR. πŸ’œ Minors, DNI. πŸ’œ As a general rule, I do not allow translations and/or podfics of my stories. I very rarely make exceptions. Do not repost my stories to other platforms. πŸ’œ (some of) my fave pairings: Captive Prince: Laurent/Damen, Ancel/Berenger, Nikandros/Jord, Lazar/Pallas

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What I love the most about Captive Prince is that if it was told through Laurent's perspective only, it would be almost an entirely different story.

β€œI intend to survive, I intend to beat my uncle, and I will fight with every weapon I have.”

β€” Laurent, Prince’s Gambit by CS Pacat

Give a man a fanfic, and he will read for a day. Teach a man to write, and he still won't do it.

He'll think about it though, and boy oh boy, he'll be thinking about it...

If you’re planning to spend tonight writing…

Werewolves get one proper Halloween every couple of decades. The last full moon fell on 31 Oct 2020; the next won’t rise till 2039. The rest of the time it’s goths, ghouls, and one melodramatic lycanthrope growling at a merely aesthetic moon. πŸŒ•πŸΊπŸŽƒ
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I'm tired of transness being seen as something depressing and oppressing. I hate how much I myself felt that I needed to hate being trans in order to be validated, and how much that feeling was pushed by mainstream media and trans media alike phrasing our entire lives as some massive soulcrushing struggle.

I'm tired of trans joy being underappreciated, about our existence being so dependent on oppression that we insist that we are being oppressed by eachother.

I'm so, so tired of our identity being viewed by the world and ourselves as an issue, as a pity or a problem, I hate those posts about taking pity on transfemmes and those posts vilifying transmascs. I hate the avoidance or ignorance of intersex and enby issues, I hate that we can't seem to accept even eachother yet degrade ourselves to try and make the world accept us. The way we sell pity as our main argument for our support, making our situation seem worse and worse, terrifying and depressing people of our community.

Please, try to find joy in yourself and your identity, focus on the things that make you happy to be trans, find people who make you happy to be trans, Understand that while being trans in our current society might not be easy, being trans as a whole is still a thing of joy and growth. please remember that, don't take this shit from everyone.

Challenge accepted and I’m off to my trans support group to pay this forward and remind everyone to embrace their transness. I love mine, being enby feels just right. It’s home. It’s where and how I belong!

Living with the Coffee void isn’t pet ownership. It’s immersive theatre directed by a small black void with orange eyes and zero regard for narrative coherence.

Every night is a new episode: Zoomies: The Reckoning followed by Still Life With Cat (feat. the hallway wall). She sprints like she’s training for ghost Olympics, then collapses in a loaf, staring into nothing as if receiving transmissions from Bird Dimensionβ„’. [citation: vibes]

The wand toys? Always dragged into the bedroom and placed precisely where my bare foot will land. This isn’t chaosβ€”it’s set design. Her art demands suffering. [source: the sole of my foot]

Dinner is theatre too: she eats half, abandons it mid-bite to bathe like a monk chanting paw-centric scripture, then reappears on my nightstand to loom like a gothic gargoyle deciding my fate. [judgement pending]

And me? I’m not the owner. I’m the unwilling cast member, the stagehand, the prop department, and occasionally the audience who claps when the void princess does something ridiculous. [role assigned without consent]

Coffee isn’t random. She’s surrealism in a fur coat, and I’m locked into a lifetime subscription. Unsubscribing is not an option. [terms & conditions may apply]

Monthly Prompt Lists

Whenever it comes to monthly prompt lists, I struggle to commit. Especially if it's a list of prewritten prompts and I have to take it as is. It's ridiculous really, because I've no problems with writing myself a list of 28/30/31 prompts and then sticking to it while I create little stories for each prompt. I could attempt to self-psychoanalyse, but it's late so let's not.

Let's take it one step further. I've always wanted to do something like Kinktober, but again, I struggle to commit even though most prompt lists offer three choices per day and at least 1 or more writer's choice options. So, here my struggle is for slightly different reasons... Reasons, that, in my humble opinion, make even less sense to me: There's (usually) too much sex. It's not the kinks, no shade on any of those, it's just that my brain can't seem to (or want to?) commit to a whole month of being in the gutter. And it's this that's actually hilarious. Mainly, because I've written plenty of (very) raunchy fics. Like, I've not held back in any of them. But, and I guess, that's just it. None of my NSFW works were written over a period of 28/30/31 days with me writing an explicit fic a day.

I admire everyone who can do it and does it. Why? Because, regardless of the fact that Kinktober (for example) is basically 31 days of porn, what matters is that anyone taking part commits to writing something every day for a whole month. And that is pretty darn impressive. And awesome. And brilliant. And something to be proud of. Okay, now, that's quite enough praise. We're only 16 days into this spooky, cold month. I wouldn't want to give the impressions that any writers have already achieved their Kinktober goals. Unless, of course, they are very efficient and either started early or used all of their spare time to prewrite as much as possible.

In any case, I just spent the last hour or so pouring over a customised Kinktober list. For myself. Because I'm a special sorta dragon who likes to not stick to established rules but make my own. I'll blame the ADHD. Not necessarily because it's got anything to do with it, but just because I can. Don't question it. I don't. It only leads to rabbit holes.

So, without further ado, below is the list I made.

Turning it into a confused rainbow was accidental, tailoring it to focus on the psychology behind various power exchange dynamics and the trust that goes into such dynamics. The above list doesn't eliminate NSFW works from the equation, it just doesn't name any kink explicitly.

Kinktober is halfway done, but there is at least one more month with 31 left in 2025. Besides, while the confused rainbow contains 31 prompts, I conveniently didn't number any of them, so, really, I could take a whole year doing this. And honestly, beyond putting this list together, I made no actual plans. Now, that really is my ADHD at work. I just love jumping headfirst into a project without properly thinking about its size or the commitment it may demand. Those are always problems for another time and the very reason why I'm so good at procrastinating.

Stupidest thing is when people treat butch/femme, dom/sub, top/bottom, as like. Gender Binary 2.0 that all maps neatly lmao

Butches can be bottom subs. Femmes can dom (g-d they can dom). You can be queer and be literally none of these things. Let go of the urge to map and categorize in neat and tidy lines and learn to love the messiness of queer life and human existence

(Also switches exist, and none of these things tell you anything about someone’s personality or interests outside of these things.)

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