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gay people are so unserious because what do you mean another definition of gay is ‘happy’ and you’re all miserable

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HAPPY BDAY NIELH!

Times flies and here we are again on the day 10.10, yet this time we have a playable sneak peek of my OC's game!

Of course, this is far from a full game, but I'm happy I managed to finish something for their birthday!

https://babufactory.itch.io/meeting-in-a-moonlight

Happy b-day Nielh and happy b-day to me ♥ Please give them some love

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Across my Memories; Nadia Satrinava (The Arcana)

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"Time, curious time; Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs."

Summary: Nadia is Three when she first experienced walking through her dreams and a long time has passed from her memory of it to the present. There is a realization to be made but she's not there just yet.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

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She doesn't remember leaving the palace, isn't even sure she's left her room at all after closing her eyes in her bed. But somehow she's here, and the sun in out and the winds are gentle.

Her eyes take in the endless grass plains, stunned and disbelieving all at once. She was sure it was nighttime, because it was bedtime.

"Hello!"

Nadia whips around, startled by the sound of a chirpy voice behind her. There stands a child infront of her, posture entirely too relaxed with a beaming smile on their face-

"Would you like a lemon-rind?"

In all her three years of experience with her sisters so far, all Nadia remembers is the frustration of when they'd take things from her- Under the impression she was weak. So when she sees the other child's carefree smile with scrunched eyes, outstreched hands holding a bag of candied lemon-rinds;

"They're my favourite! Maybe they can be yours too?"

Nadia accepts, and she feels happy when the bright smile manages to brighten even more. She sits down on the grass with the other child, happily thinking that she can make a friend now.

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Nadia sighs as she leans back into her chair, a hand coming up to rub at her temple as she scowls at the tax papers infront of her. She is glad that the city is doing well for itself and that the funds are being put to proper use- But that does not mean that she has to enjoy the numbers' penchant to make her feel cross-eyed and nauseated with their presence.

She does not know how long she sits there, zoning out. Only that her shoulders lift in relief when your voice floats from the study's entryway, calling her attention in that soft manner you've always reserved for her when she's at work.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

The Countess smiles at you, a hand outstretched towards you; A beckon for you to come close. You move without needing to think of it, and Nadia smiles at the way your hand fits in hers so perfectly.

"I'm afraid that taxes are indeed important. But fortunately it is the headache they induce which you are currently interrupting, nuri aljamil."

The Prakan nickname softens your heart and you lean down to place a kiss to the top of her head. You let your lips linger as your beloved lets out a sigh of contentment at the gesture.

"Sometimes I find that a snack break is what's needed to get through rigorous work. These aren't very common now that the fruit is out of season, but luckily I've managed to find some out in the market today- Would you like a lemon-rind?"

Nadia's brow furrows as she leans away from you, eyes narrowed but lost as if she's trying to find something she doesn't quite know to look for.

You mistake her reaction for confusion, maybe she thinks you're offering her actual lemon rinds? You hasten to explain the misunderstanding.

"Candied lemon-rinds! Not the lemon rinds of freshly peeled lemons!"

Her expression does not change and her eyes only narrow further, and you're not quite sure it's a misunderstanding of contexts anymore but neither do you know what it is that your Countess is reaching for in that mind of hers- So you continue your explanation.

"They're my favourite, maybe... They can be yours too?"

You smile and bring out your other hand from behind your back, revealing a bag of candied lemon-rinds. Nadia stares at the candies for a moment before she looks back to you with a small smile.

"Thank you, hayati."

You beam at her and take a piece for yourself before earnestly placing it in your mouth.

Nadia doesn't know why it feels as though she's heard those words before. She can't remember when or where and that inability to grasp at a faded memory feels like an uncomfortable itch at her side.

An itch that she cannot reach.

The mystery can wait however, for the moment that she bites down on the lemon-rind you offered her, she finds that these can indeed become her favorites as well.

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A/N: I had an idea that Nadia and MC had met their dreams before The Tower, I wanted to play around with that "Imaginary Friend" trope but with my own spin on it to fit the Arcana storyline.

I'm thinking of making this idea into a multi-part but standalone work, would you guys be interested in seeing it happen? 🤔

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Hypothetical Logistics; Ada Wong (Resident Evil)

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"Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword."

Summary: With her line of work, it was no surprise to herself that she'd been convinced that the soft parts of life were never meant for her. Ada has never been happier to have been proven wrong.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Very small talk of "Hypothetical" guns, drugs, and missions.

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A groan leaves your mouth involuntarily when the soft sounds of rustling fabric slowly pulls you from the world of sleep. It ceases for a moment, and it's all the few seconds you need to crack one eye open to find Ada placing spare clothes into a backpack.

You close your eyes and sigh before stretching as as you can; like a cat, letting out a sound of satisfaction when a few joints crack satisfyingly.

The rustle of clothes and gear continue, and you are content to keep your eyes closed for just a few moments more. It's the sound of pills clinking against a plastic surface that successfully wakes your mind up and you can't help the grin that overtakes your lips.

"I don't think ibuprofen has ever been of any help in your line of work, babe."

Ada let's out a chuckle before the sound of a closing zipper takes up the silence that follows. You hear her solidly pat the fabric of the bag, a habit of hers you once compared to how a dad pats the hood of a car after finishing up with tampering the engine.

"Hypothetically speaking, a spy is more likely to pack roofies than ibuprofen, darling."

A humorous scoff leaves your lips and you finally open both your eyes for the first time since waking up tonight, you roll on your front and turn your head to face Ada- A teasing smile on your lips.

"And hypothetically speaking, you don't have a firearms license because all the firearms hidden around our house are loaded with paintballs."

You watch her hoist her bag onto the ottoman, eyes never leaving her form even as she turns to walk in your direction, even as she sits down back on her side of your bed. Ada slowly cards a hand through your hair, her fingernails ever so slightly scratching at your scalp.

For a little while there is nothing but contented silence floating in the bedroom air, the dim light from a nightstand lamp being the only thing illuminating the vast space.

The darkness of the room cannot dim the light in your fiancé's eyes as you bring your hand to lay atop of hers, which has now gone from your hair to your cheek. Ada smiles softly, slowly lifting your hand to her lips and placing a kiss to the back of it.

"Ever the gentlewoman, huh?"

"Unlike Leon, I actually know how to act around women."

The unexpected jibe at your shared acquaintance makes you burst out laughing. The light in her eyes and the smile on her lips never leaves Ada's face, infact they seem to brighten even more at the sound of your joy as she slips back under the covers.

Ada positions your bodies so that her arms are wrapped around you and your head is tucked beneath her chin, she does not pass up the chance to leave a lingering kiss to the crown of your head.

"The man is gay, Ada."

You feel her hum and you feel the follow up shrug as well. It does not escape your attention that her smug smile only grows at your words.

"So is Claire and yet she ended up with Valentine, while Leon and Chris still dance around each other like flaunting peacocks."

You poke her side, mumbling against her collarbone that she knew damn well that wasn't what you meant. Ada only settles down in reply, tightening an arm around you before readjusting the duvet so that both of you are snuggly cocooned in warmth. Comfortable, unbroken silence stretches out for so long that you feel your eyelids start to droop without your notice.

"So when's your next deployment, badass? I know it can't be next week since you always pack earlier than what's normally reasonable."

She hums in thought, trying to guess a possible date of when she'll be given the green light to begin the reconnaissance mission. She whispers to you "It might be a month from now? Two weeks at the very least? There was that one time that it took her employers almost half a year to finalize all the mission details."

You hum and Ada assumes you're brainstorming possibilities alongside her. But when she asks you what your best guess is and she gets no response after a beat, the thoughtful look is wiped from her face and all theories of field deployment are put away.

"Psst."

There is no response from you, only silence and lack of motion. She notices that your breathing has evened out and she shakes her head in fondness before letting out a sigh of contentment. "Was I really that boring, my darling girl?"

Ada doesn't need to look to know that you've fallen asleep on top of her. She closes her own eyes, places another lingering kiss on your head before taking a deep breath, committing the current moment to her memory as best as she can. Ada wills herself to go to sleep as well, but not before whispering a soft reminder to you.

"I love you, sweet thing."

The spy allows asleep to overcome her with a light heart in her chest, the light smile on her lips never fading as your hand resting on her shoulder subconsciously taps a finger four times against her skin in reply.

Three consecutive taps, a short delay, and then another tap.

"I love you too."

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A/N: Soft!Ada because most works of R.E women on this app are filthy, nasty, back-breaking smut (I will fight whoever accuses me of complaining 👀). I know that someone out there somewhere is wishing for a cute and soft moment with our wives, so I'm putting this out there!

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How to show emotions

Part V

How to show grief

a vacant look

slack facial expressions

shaky hands

trembling lips

swallowing

struggling to breathe

tears rolling down their cheeks

How to show fondness

smiling with their mouth and their eyes

softening their features

cannot keep their eyes off of the object of their fondness

sometimes pouting the lips a bit

reaching out, wanting to touch them

How to show envy

narrowing their eyes

rolling their eyes

raising their eyebrows

grinding their teeth

tightening jaw

chin poking out

pouting their lips

forced smiling

crossing arms

shifting their gaze

clenching their fists

tensing their muscles

then becoming restless/fidgeting

swallowing hard

stiffening

holding their breath

blinking rapidly

exhaling sharply

How to show regret

scrubbing a hand over the face

sighing heavily

downturned mouth

slightly bending over

shoulders hanging low

hands falling to the sides

a pained expression

heavy eyes

staring down at their feet

Part I + Part II + Part III + Part IV

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i care so much about fictional morality and ethics but not in a lame ass "is this character/ship problematic" way. i'm cringe for other reasons.

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if MOA has 0 promoters im dead.

anyways! yall should read MOA<3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/52696474

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you guys see the vision right

(art by @dead-finch-420)

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This what a normal day in the RL server looks like 😭

Happy Pride Month 🏳‍🌈

Guess who finally finished her RL meme compilation?

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DONNA LOVERS?!

CALLING ALL DONNA LOVERS!!!

Hi, guess who officially started writing a slow burn enemies-to-lovers arranged marriage Reader/Donna fic 🫠

It’s going to be super different from The Lady’s Laundry, and probably quite a bit darker, but I still hope to sneak a little bit of humor in there. I still need to think of a title too…

Here’s a little snippet of what I was writing last night. It’s for a later chapter but it still counts as writing, right?

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A Borrowed Coat & A Security Marker; Donna Beneviento (Resident Lover)

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"This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen."

Summary: Donna lends you her coat as a makeshift blanket for whenever you fall asleep. You've joked about making a trade-off somehow and she's always brushed you off with a small smile. Today's a particularly unlucky day for your Toxicology and Botany Professor, it just might be the day in which she finally agrees to a trade-off with you.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Resident Lover Masterlist

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"It should be criminal to have classes this early." You think to yourself while your whole body on autopilot sleepily shuffles through the empty hallways of your campus on the way to your first class of the week.

The only saving grace in this is that the classroom is usually just the right temperature to lull you back to sleep, and your classmates always make sure to wake you before Professor Beneviento starts her lectures.

You push the door open and make your way over to your seat before placing your things down and immediately laying your head on the table with your arms as a pillow. Sparing a quick glace through the windows, you see that the sun isn't even close to rising yet.

"Time to grab some shuteye."

A thump followed by a whispered curse wakes you from your slumber. The first thing that registers in your mind is that you're warm and that there's a comfortable weight on your shoulders. Taking a moment to get your bearings in order, you lift your head and stretch your arms before opening your eyes.

"Buongiorno, tesoro mia."

A smile lifts your lips before you could even manage to blink the sleep out of your eyes. You offer your Professor a small wave before setting your chin down on your palm, using your other hand to pull her coat tighter around your shoulders.

"Good morning." You greet in return. You squint your eyes a moment after, she's back to flitting around the table. You decide to get up and walk closer to her in an attempt to better gauge the situation. "What's got you all worked up?" Donna stops for a second, turning to you with a hand on her nape.

"I can't find my marker."

You raise an eyebrow at her, walking back to your bag and rummaging through it before pulling out a new marker- Teasingly brandishing it at Donna like it was a shiny little trinket in your hands. You walk back over to her, hand held out to give her the extra marker when you suddenly pull back.

You take a good look around the room, ensuring that no one's around before you continue with your early morning antics. "I'm sorry, Dr. Beneviento but the borrowing tax fee for this market is a good morning kiss!"

The Italian woman chuckles, a fond sigh escaping her lips before she steps forward to close the gap between your bodies. She wastes no time in kissing you. It's not chaste, as no kisses with Donna ever is, unfortunately it's over just before you start to lose your breath.

You didn't even notice that the marker has already left your hand, only realising it after you shake off the daze and hear the soft click of Donna uncapping the said marker before she starts on writing the lesson on the board.

She's humming to herself, you take a moment to appreciate her form before turning around to go back to your seat.

The door opens, drawing your attention to it. Cold, blue eyes meet yours from across the room and they flick between the Professor and you for a second before the owner walks to her seat.

The tall woman passes by you without ever sparing you a second glance. You could honestly care less, no one's in the mood for small talk when the barest sunrays are just starting to peek through the horizon.

You sit down, pull out your laptop and get to work on reviewing. It's Donna's style to hand out surprise quizzes and randomly call a student to recite after all, every meeting with her in a class is a game of Russian Roulette.

You can feel cold, calculating eyes glancing over at your direction every now and then- But you pay it no mind.

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Donna looks to her watch before ending the class with reminders. Everyone gets up hurriedly, in a rush to get back to their beds or to work on projects that are too close to the due date for comfort.

You take your time with packing your things up, and when the last classmate leaves the room you turn to walk over to Donna's desk- You're about to shrug off her coat and she immediately raises a hand, softly shaking her head before placing the borrowed marker in her pocket.

She walks over to you, placing a kiss to the top of your head before readjusting her coat to sit better on your shoulders. Donna pulls back afterwards, eyes squinted and trained on the floor as if she was thinking of something. It takes a moment, but when she looks up to meet your gaze- There's a humorous glint in hers.

"... Security deposit..."

You tilt your head in confusion, and smile when she pulls the marker out of her pocket. She brandishes it at you in light mockery of how you did earlier.

"I'm keeping this until the semester ends."

Shock renders you motionless until Donna starts walking back to her desk, you stand with your mouth opening and closing until she pulls her bag off the desk.

"I can't keep your coat!"

She smiles, unbothered at all by the words you've just forced out.

"It's bad business to lend assets without holding onto a security deposit in return."

You narrow your eyes at her, crossing your arms before huffing and pouting in indignation. "You're a botanist, the hell do you know about running a business!"

Donna only laughs at the accusation, she slowly uncrosses your arms before leaning down to place a kiss on the back of one. Her eyes never leaving yours even if her lips linger on your skin for a moment.

"Elena's sister might be manning the counter, but make no mistake cara mia- It is me who owns the flower shop in town."

Your jaw drops even lower than the last time, and this makes the Professor laugh as she takes it as her cue to walk away from you.

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A/N: Professor!Donna has been stuck in my mind for so long now, I might actually start foaming at the mouth.

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NASAAN ANG TAPA, MARIA CLARA?!?!

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May she cleave me in half with that axe

Jarl Dimitrescu Resident Viking AU. Coming soon…