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laswells-ashtray · 1 month ago

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Woke up with thoughts, here I am here with ROLEPLAY with the COD couples.

Alerudy would get a massive kick out of Father Vargas/Seminarian Parra. Alejandro may only be a smidge older than Rudy but he's hanging on to that difference, that's why he gets to be FATHER Vargas. Personally I also get they'd like to pretend to be typical trades- plumber, mechanic, pizza boy. "Oh, you don't have the cash? Come here Cariño, let's work out a payment plan"

NIKPRICE - I want Nik to absolutely need to play as a pool boy in those teeny little shorts, his fluffy chest and belly out, aviators on in the sun while John sits back and pretends to be the lonely and bored house husband he works for. Alternatively, I think these two would absolutely go to a bar, pretend they don't know one another and try to pick one another up like it's the first time again.

Laswell and her lovely wife....I want to see Laswell when Sarah brings out a maid costume, bustling about with a feather duster and little apron while Laswell is on a video call with the Taskforce, Sarah definitely dusting the lower shelves to reveal the goods while Laswell can only watch. I kinda also wanna see Laswell take on CEO/Subordinate where SARAH is the CEO and as the new intern she's gotta make that deadline happen (making her wife cum in under five minutes because their food is being delivered)

Ghoap aren't ever beating the horror baddie/final boy allegations. They've got a collection of costumes, a dozen outdoor locations and some props that may not actually be fake. Selfishly want to have Johnny hunting Simon in the woods while Simon wears something red. It's enrichment time for the big bad wolf.

Faralexgaz where her boys are her knights, her twin Mandalorians, her playthings in a harem, her gladiators. In every situation she is their queen, their centre of the universe and they're all to happy to be there. If Alex ever convinces Farah to dress as Princess Leia (any costume) then we can safely say he's over the moon.

Graves likes that domestic stuff so put him in an apron and put him to work as a free use little husband for the shadows to play with. I also feel like he'd get a kick out of playing as a hero with a rescued civilian or as a cowboy with the "innocent" ranch owner's grown son/daughter.

Thoughts?

I'm gonna start referring to you as the angel of my inbox because this was some kind of Holy pick me up after the day I've been having.

Father Vargas had me walking away to hit my vape because Jesus fuck. Yeah. God, this is fucking diabolical and I love it.

Alejandro and Rudy are well-versed in religious roleplay to the point of giving themselves lore for it. Seminarian Rudy, who can't decipher his faith in the lord and his faith in Father Vargas because the longer he spends tutelage their word holds the same value in his eyes. Father Vargas who's very job it is to test his willingness to commit to his faith and how else can he go about it but tempt him with the pleasures of the flesh.

I think their go-to after that is mechanic because I'm a big believer in biker! Rudy. Rudy plays the mechanic, Alejandro plays the naive and new-to-the-biking-world customer who's getting ripped off and pays for it by sucking his mechanic's cock.

Pool boy Nikolai. Jesus. Tiny shorts that hug his arse and the hair on his chest damp after he gets out of the pool, tits soaking... Christ.

That one is surprisingly John's idea when they're away on holiday, renting out a place with Nik's money and they have nothing better to do but fuck. And Nikolai is committed to playing the part as he tries to woo John because who could ever let such a man go to waste. They're lucky that there's no one staying close enough to them to hear John moaning or see him with his cock out as Nik treats him to a three-fingered massage.

The bar is Nikolai's idea because he knows John will automatically default to playing interested and a little mean because at first the idea will make him feel silly, but as he gets into the role he'll like playing the bitch. Nikolai knows he will, and he knows himself well enough to know that when they're in an alleyway, grinding against each other like two horny teenagers he'll enjoy watching John's face as he cums in his pants.

It's not often that people send me asks using Sarah where they characterise her 100% correctly but this feels like you've peeled her from my brain and pasted her into the ask.

The maid dress stops halfway down her ass cheeks, so the only reasonable course of action is to bend over and clean the lowest shelves she can find. Maybe even feign embarrassment as Kate's eyes trail over her and land on the lacy red panties she's wearing and how they're damp against her cunt. God, how could she forget to dress properly under her uniform when cleaning for such a woman. Kate ends the videocall claiming a family emergency, everyone but John believes it but he's not stupid enough to call her out.

Kate plays the bumbling, nervous intern well. Dropping papers and leaning over to pick them up, forgetting that her shirt isn't buttoned properly and giving Sarah a perfect opportunity to glance at how her intern forgot to wear a bra that morning if the clamps on her nipples are anything to go by. And if Kate ends up on her back on her bosses desk with Sarah sitting on her face, then that's just what the job entails. Her lips are wet as she greets the delivery driver for their takeout, she prays it can be mistaken as lipgloss.

Horror allegations for Ghoap are real, they're both like that.

Simon, who's white tank top is damn near shredded on his chest so it does little to cover his nipples. Or the bite marks around them. And, he can't untie the red shirt from around his waist because it's hiding the hunting knife he has to carry because these woods are dangerous.

Big bad wolf Johnny doesn't seem to agree when he bunches up the red fabric and uses it to gag Simon, or when he stabs the knife through his tank top and pins him to the ground so that he can have his way with him.

The fucking gladiators. Oh my God.

Queen Farah who demands that her best gladiators fight to the death for her affections. Gladiators Gaz and Alex who fight and swing at each other until hair gets pulled and suddenly they're grinding against each other, making out like sloppy drunks as their hands slip under gear.

Farah has to remind them whose affection they're fighting for, and as it's only fair, they combine their efforts in speaking her pleasure. What better offering to a queen than to let her watch one of her greatest fighters frantically thrusting into her, brainless in his attempt to please her as his opponent mouths at her tits and drags her fingers in slow circles over her clit.

Graves gets off on the free-use little house husband fantasy because as a man who's always in charge of his people and leading something, be forced into a position where he does nothing but what he's told and he takes what he's given is ideal for him.

Doesn't matter who it is, if it's one of his Shadows who wants to bend him over a countertop and make him take her strap or if it's one who wants to push him onto the couch on his back and ride his cock for all he's worth. He'll take it and he'll like it. Maybe he wants one of them to force him onto his knees and choke on her cock without letting him lift a hand to get himself off. Only for the next Shadow to walk in and coo at him, cum dripping down his chin and with his cock's weeping tip dampening his apron and take mercy on him by making him cum. And then again. And again. Until he's teary-eyed, chest jumping with pathetic little gaspy breathes as he tries to escape the onslaught of stimulation.

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sansaorgana · 1 year ago

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How about meeting Gale for the first time and him asking you dance?

hello, love! 💕 thank you for the request! 💃🏻

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

You didn't want to go but your friends made you because the place was supposed to be packed with the military men and they all wanted a sweetheart to get letters from.

Like the war was a fun game to be in and having a man in Europe was exciting. You didn't think that way and you certainly didn't enjoy being in a room full of drunk men singing songs, being flirty around the girls they've just met and starting fights. You just wanted to go back home.

"Well, obviously you're not gonna meet anyone if you just stand here by the wall all night long," Denise winked at you. She was tipsy already and she had two airmen fighting for her attention.

Life seemed so easy for the girls like her. Whatever she wanted, she would get. Simple as that.

"Who said I want to meet someone?" you asked carefully and sipped on your coke.

"She needs a drink to chill out," one of the men standing behind Denise said. He was quite cute with a moustache and pink cheeks. His dark hair was curly and he looked pretty handsome in his uniform. But he looked like trouble from the miles away. Exactly Denise's type.

"Oh, no, she's a lost cause. She doesn't drink," Denise told him. "She's a good girl."

"Far from that," you rolled your eyes and chuckled.

"I just know a guy… He's gonna be perfect, wait," the man pointed his finger at you and then disappeared in the crowd.

"You just wait here," Denise told you like it was a matter of life and death and then started to dance with the other man.

You didn't intend to listen. You didn't want to meet another drunk man in the uniform trying to make you sleep with him just because he's about to risk his life in Europe. You just finished your coke, put the glass down and went back to collect your coat.

"Going home already?" a deep voice stopped you. You sighed and turned around to face the man who had stopped you. Your annoyance disappeared right away at the sight of him. He was really handsome, you had to admit. He had full lips, golden hair, he was taller than you and leaning in softly. He also didn't look drunk.

"I… My mom's worried," you explained and he nodded.

"Shame. I've been told me you'd be eager to dance with me," he sighed.

"By whom?" you asked surprised. "You mean that guy with a moustache?"

"That's Bucky, yeah," the man laughed.

"And you are…?"

"Buck."

"Buck and Bucky?" you furrowed your brow. "That's odd."

"It's a long story. My real name's Gale. What's yours?" he offered you his hand and you hesitated for a while.

"(Y/N)", you answered and then you heard the song playing in the background. It was one of your favorites.

"Will you dance with me, (Y/N)?" Buck asked with his hand still waiting for you to take it.

You put your coat back on the hanger and smiled softly at him before allowing him to drag you on the dancefloor.

"You're not much of a party animal, are you?" he teased.

"I don't know what answer you might be expecting, Buck," you sighed. "I might be uneventful for some."

"That's exactly why Bucky called for me. I'm quite uneventful as well," he confessed and winked at you as you giggled.

"Well, I just don't believe that!" you shook your head and he pulled you a bit closer while dancing slowly.

"Why not?"

"I don't know… You look like… Like an eventful guy, I'd say," you tried to explain without admitting that he was simply too handsome to be boring.

"I don't even like sports," he said and you laughed.

"Oh, wow, well, then… That changes everything," you nodded. "Where do they make them like that?"

"South Dakota," he answered and you smiled.

"I gotta go there then," you teased.

"I might take you some time."

"Why would I go anywhere with a stranger?" you asked teasingly before being spinned around.

"We're not strangers. You know my name and I know yours," he answered to that when you were back in his arms. "You also know where I'm from and that I don't like sports. That's a lot."

"Yeah, that would be the whole encyclopedia," you joked and the music stopped. It was that awkward silence between one song and another but it didn't feel that weird at all when you were just standing there and looking at him with a soft smile. He was making you feel safe and… seen.

"Look at them!" Denise's annoying voice made you both turn around. She was back in the arms of that guy named Bucky. He waved at Buck and grinned from ear to ear with a bottle of beer in his hand. "It was a good idea to bring your boring friend to her. Now we got rid of them for good."

"Yeah, good riddance," Bucky laughed and pointed his finger at Buck. "You heard 'er? Good riddance, both of you."

"He's drunk," Buck explained his friend's behavior to you, feeling more and more awkward.

"He seems fun," you said when they were gone already. "I mean it. He's just drunk," you nodded. "Denise on the other hand... She is a meanie."

"Why are you friends with meanies?" Buck asked and you chuckled before shrugging your arms and looking down. "Hey, don't let 'em bring you down, you're stunning," he grabbed your chin gently to move your head up and make you look at him. God, his bright eyes were so intense.

"Nobody said I was not. They just said I was boring," you giggled.

"I know, I know…" he leaned in closer, "I just really wanted to say that anyway."

"I can get called boring every day of my life if it means you're gonna give me compliments like that, Buck," you joked and the music started all over again. "You owe me the next one," you told him and grabbed his hand to start the dance all over again.

"Do I? What for?"

"For agreeing to dance with you for the first time. You know, I wasn't very eager to, no matter what you've been told," you explained with a wink. He was making you feel comfortable enough to get a little flirty and you enjoyed that very much.

"Well then, seems like I have no choice," he laughed and spinned you around before pulling you close by your hips.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

#sansaorgana: Answered #lovely anons #lilysfiction #gale cleven x reader #austin butler x reader #*buck

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hysterical-honey · 3 months ago

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Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader [1/2] AO3 Word Count: 2,393 Summary: You bake the pies, serve patrons, and all the while, you feel the oppressive weight of eyes on you. Unaware of the terror you've attracted, you try your hardest to make the most of your thankless job in this hopeless city. TWS//: Reader uses fem pronouns, Stalking, Voyeurism, Mentions of masturbation, Mentions of sex, and Mentions of nonconsensual sex, I have not yet read Year One, Takes place years before the events of The Batman (2022), Edward breaks into your apartment and watches you sleep. AN: This is a rewrite of my first published fic; I've been thinking about it a lot and wanted to try and polish it off. This silly guy lives in my head rent-free. My inbox is open along with requests, xoxo.

It's a night no different from the one before; even in mid-September, the weather is oppressively cold and wet. A foggy haze was overlooking the city. As the gutters flood with grime and filth from the streets. City-dwellers scurry around to evade the downpour. Rain like this usually only lasts until later in the morning. It's half-past eleven, and it isn't necessary to check any clocks; your body language makes it so painfully obvious what time it is. It's a Friday, meaning your shift ends at twelve. By the end of your shift, your homely and congenial disposition declines. The differences are subtle; your shoulders hunch slightly, and you walk much faster, no doubt in an attempt to get things done more time-efficiently. You just want to go home, he's sure; it's evident in the way your typically nervous laugh seems much less polite and much more exasperated, teetering on dismissive when some of the older men try to start up small talk as you top off their coffee. The changes are slight, but Edward has an eye for them. Every small and insignificant thing you do can be viewed and analyzed to his liking.

Edward always had a habit of staring at people, though he isn't shameless about it. While he might tend to gawk, it's habitually only once they've turned away from him. To look directly at someone for too long makes him feel uneasy. Most people don't take notice of him anyhow; living in a city, one learns to brush past the watching eyes of strangers; he assumes you didn't grow up in a city, not such as Gotham, anyway, because you seem to take notice of it all. There have been many different instances of you taking a look back at him, often not directly, but regardless, he's sure you can feel his eyes boring into you. You have this peculiar habit of looking yourself over after you've given a table their order or anything at all. You peer down nervously at your hands or check that your uniform is not wrinkled or pulled down in unsavory places. It's almost obsessive, and he can't tell if you're just that self-conscious or that self-centered. It's likely just some nervous tick you have, but even as Edward might know and understand that notion, you do it even in the comfort of your apartment. It planted this terrible belief in his mind that you know he's there, watching you.

You have yet to interact beyond taking his order and politely casual remarks. Despite his delusional and selfishly idealistic mindset, he isn't stupid. Edward is well aware that his social ineptitude is crippling his perception and understanding of you as a person. He can watch you and know your routine, mannerisms, and what you love or hate, but there's a difference between knowing something about someone and understanding them. Edward desperately wants to crawl into the cavity of your mind and settle himself inside. So much so it hurts; however, whenever the chance comes about, he can't even bear to look at you, much less speak to you casually. A sickly feeling fills the pit of his stomach, and all he can do is quickly state what he wants, which is typically just 'the usual.'

From across the diner, he watches with wide eyes. It's like an alarm goes off in your head, eyes watching with intent you can't place. You turn your head, and his eyes quickly dart up to the TV above in the corner of the bar counter; his chest tightens with overwhelming pressure. It's a thrill, the thrill one experiences after they've been caught in the act of something presumably wrong. You don't look at him directly; your eyes passively run over the remaining customers or lack thereof. It's a quarter to twelve, and the uneasy feeling you have won't let up. It never does; it used to be this idea in your mind. Ever since you were a child, you've always been horrifically paranoid of someone watching you. Even living in a small town, you'd always felt faceless eyes on you, whether alone or in a crowd, glued to you, judging every move you might make before you even made it. Though now, as you've gotten older, that once dominating feeling has been watered down. This is different, you think, unlike what you've felt before.

You don't quite know his name, but you see him everywhere. You've tried telling yourself he looks that typical, that you see him in so many different places because his haircut is popular and clear-rimmed glasses are in fashion right now. For almost a year, you've seen him here at work, on the train home, in the lobby of your apartment, in the bookstore you frequent, and sometimes you see those big green eyes in your dreams. Faceless, never speaking, never taking action, but always watching. Sometimes, you feel he looks exceptionally ordinary and commonplace because it's an easy disguise. When you first saw him, you must admit that he seemed sweet with his boyishly round face and dorky veneer, perhaps even cute, but that glint in his eyes—the eyes you rarely ever found peering back into your own, made you feel uneasy. Despite your intuition, you shove the thought from your mind, throwing the last cotton-wrapped silverware set into the big green-grey plastic bin. The only people left were you, the head chef, and that man at the end of the bar counter. Turning your head again, you appeared from the little hallway between the kitchen and the main diner. That man is gone. His coffee cup is empty, the plate is nearly clean, and three five-dollar bills are left behind. Sighing, you clean up what's left and collect your tip.

Everything else was done and taken care of. The head chef, Mickey, had already wrapped up the remnants of that evening's pie. You caught him practically stuffing it into his 'man-bag,' as he insisted on calling it. Going on and on about how good it was, so naturally, his kids would want some, and his wife might like a slice tomorrow with her coffee.

"Y'know, I don't get why they got you makin' 'em but not plannin' 'em? I mean, it's almost October, and cranberry apple seems… more…a Christmas typa pie, right?" He asked, his voice heavy with an accent you couldn't place. You just knew some people around here had it, and some didn't. Slinging his 'man-bag' over his shoulder, waiting for you to be ready. All you would do is shrug in response.

"Well, Joel bought a fuck-ton of those apples, Mickey, and I know damn well he's trying to get his money's worth by getting rid of them. Besides, pie is pie; nobody cares much about how seasonal it is. As long as it's pumpkin in October and pecan in December, nobody complains about the 'typa pie'... except you," You put your coat on; a little smile spread across your lips as you grabbed your purse. Mickey put on a comically hurt expression, his wrinkled and liver-spotted face putting on a pout. "Well, keep talkin' like 'at an' maybe you won't have an escort to the train station." You'd only roll your eyes. Mickey always walked with you; being one of three servers with no kids, you were typically the one left to close, and Mickey usually stayed behind for the extra fifty dollars it added to his paycheck.

"Yeah, sure," You'd mumble. You both took the train with different routes, and Mickey, being the old man he is, hated the idea of a 'pretty young thing like you walkin' 'round at night in this part of the city.'

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The train ride and walk home are vague in your mind, a flash of pointless happenings you don't bother mulling over. The eyes never leave, nor do you expect them to, within the company of others. In recent years, the subconscious worry of prying eyes has seemed to dull down. Things felt fine on the way into the station; idle talk with Mickey and his almost annoying insistence on eye contact didn't bother you anymore or less than ever before. You felt exposed when he left, even more so once you crossed the threshold into this big tin box—not taking immediate note of the oddly familiar indigo coat and well-maintained sandy brown hair. You kept your eyes glued to your shoes, just as always.

It can never just rain in Gotham; no, it pours. The rain is violent and greedy as it floods, covers, and consumes everything it can—even your little apartment. You push open the shabby door to your studio apartment, glancing at the microwave hovering over the stove and reading the time; it's midnight. Your eyes mull over the rest of your small yet cozy living space until they focus on the water puddled under the window closest to your bed.

"What the fuck," you quietly huff, looking up at your water-damaged popcorn ceiling, making sure it isn't leaking anywhere. After the inspection, you walk closer, eyeing the slick hardwood floor and those cheap green satin curtains you bought when you first moved in; why weren't they wet? Only the very bottom of the set touched the water. There was no draft blowing the curtains away; they covered the window. Could you even remember to close them? Pulling away the dry, cheap satin, the window is closed and locked. Just as you assumed you'd left it. Peering out into the wet street, pitch black save for a singular yellow streetlight, you can't shake the terrible feeling you have. The anxiety that throbs within the pit of your stomach. Worst case scenario plaguing your mind before you try to push it all away. "I'm just freaking myself out over nothing…This.." You habitually spoke aloud, even privately; Edward found that almost cute. He could hear your trembling voice even in his little spot, which he always nestled himself into during these nights.

On nights like these, he decided he wanted to spend more time than he ought to, drinking up your routine. He hadn't meant to leave such a mess; he almost cleaned it up before realizing it might be better to leave it than leave evidence a mess was cleaned in the first place. With wide, vigilant eyes, he watched you walk away from the window and into the bathroom. The audible click of the switch and yellow light pouring in, even from under your bed. A little split at the right corner edge of your bed skirt, giving him an almost clear view of you as you cleaned up the cold, wet mess. Perhaps you assumed your window leaked, the wind coming in so treacherously and violently it managed to get past the cheap oak.

Something feels off; he notes how you sit and stare momentarily. You couldn't know he was here, and if you'd taken a little longer on your route home like you usually do, he wouldn't have been so messy and quick about finding his way in. Usually, he just used his key, which he had stolen a while back. You'd already paid for a replica to be made, something he felt terrible about, but it couldn't be helped. He just tipped you a fifty the next day, anyway. Today, while still in his pocket, he couldn't help but feel intimidated by the flood of people in the lobby of your apartment building—too many people to possibly remember his face if the questioning was necessary. Not that he would ever hurt you, but the future is unpredictable, and Edward can't afford any genuine risk concerning his little hobby. He can't see your face, but he can tell; the way you stand up and keep your head tilted downwards to the still slick wood, you're lost in thought.

You feel so numb, unsure of yourself, and you try to justify how on earth the water could have gotten in. No matter how you try to rationalize, that dangerous feeling returns. You're being watched, aren't you? Did someone break in, or is the window broken in some area you can't see? This heavy part of you wants to check, to search around and hope you're crazy, but another knows you aren't. If you look, you'll find those eyes. This isn't the first time you've felt this; it feels like you have proof of something, but every time you see it, you try to ignore it. Try to cast it away and not worry because if it is true, if there is a man or woman in your apartment, wouldn't they have hurt you by now? If you find them, they may as well kill you unless they're waiting for you to fall asleep. See, how stupid does that sound? Why on earth would someone break into your apartment just to watch you? No, this is all silly. You feel those eyes, intense and imposing, but you walk away to the bathroom anyway. You have a routine to keep up, of course.

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The alarm clock on your bedside table reads precisely 2:30 A.m., and you've managed to fall asleep. Your breathing becomes heavy, and occasionally, you snore or hum something incoherent as you shift onto your other side. Edward always loves to take mental notes of what you do; he isn't sure why, but the details are his favorite part. The little things, the signs and signals he feels, make his job regarding you easier. Even now, standing over you, hidden in the shadows of your room, given your placement in the city, it was a wonder how you managed to keep it so dark, No yellowed light peering in from the cracks in your curtains and even the neon green of your alarm is dull and soft. You can't sleep with any light or noise; you're an exceptionally light sleeper, much like him. The white noise in your room is from the heater and fan, and there are no cars or screaming. Stark silence aside from your and his own breathing.

The scene would be almost peaceful if it weren't for his hefty and ragged breathing, for the disgustingly vile reality that Edward could not admit even to himself. The reality of what he was about to do.

#Edward Nashton x reader #Dano riddler x reader #the batman (2022)#The Riddler x reader

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snail-migraine · 10 months ago

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Requested by: @elysiumrealms

Sure! I did think some fleshing out on how the rest of the family acts around them would be cool to write. Sorry this took so long btw, my inbox gets stuffed pretty quickly and it was finals week. Anyway thanks for the ask!

Anon-Yan 💌‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Platonic Yandere Malleus

Pt.3

For you, the time before your punishment was nothing but a blurry mess.

Genuinely you don't remember all your horrible habits and manipulative tactics, you just remember acting on your insticts and not really thinking before you acted.

The few things you do remember is the interactions you had with your other family members.

The most memorable were the ones with Grandpa Lilia, when you were younger he loved cuddling you upside-down. Even if his grip was iron-strong it still felt so warm that you didn't want to leave.

When you got older he would allow you to play with some of his video games, he was always so sweet and helpful. Making sure you never got too frustrated at one certain part before taking the controller from you and completing whatever challenge had you stumped.

Lilia just loves babying you in a way he never got to with either of his original children.

He never failed to make you feel like the spoiled little brat you were.

"Ooh! Don't cry Darling, there's no need for that. Here, do you need Grandpa to help you? Okay sweet-pea. Don't worry, grandpa's here for you"

Then there's uncle Silver, who whose probably the most boring person to hang out with out of everyone in the family.

Don't get me wrong, you enjoyed his company but nothing even vaguely interesting happened whenever you hung around him.

He always really apologetic about it though, even going as far to bring you a little toy everytime he was allowed alone time with you. Typically is just a teddy bear, so that at night when you fell asleep you would think of your uncle Silver.

"Sorry we weren't able to play today. Here, have this. It's so when you fall asleep at night, you'll always remember your uncle Silver."

Your uncle sebek on other hand, he was hard to forget.

He was always loud, his voice commanded battalions after all. So a voice like his would definitely need for job like that.

You and him never played together, in his own words "WAKA-SAMA'S CHILD DESERVES A MUCH BETTER PLAYMATE THAN A LOWRANKING OFFICER SUCH AS MYSELF!"

Or whatever that was supposed to mean. You never really understood his way of thinking. While he was screaming his head off about not being good enough for you, you had sit and listen to him whilst daydreaming of all the video games Grandpa Lilia would play with you later.

It was boring, and eventually as you grew older you learned to tune him out.

Though I guess that wasn't the greatest idea, because within a week of learning how tune out his voice he came to you sobbing on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness.

"PLEASE FORGIVE ME WAKA-SAMA'S CHILD! WHATEVER SLIGHT HAVE DONE TO YOU, I BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS AND MERCY! JUST PLEASE STOP IGNORING ME MY LEIGE!"

But I guess that all leads you to where you are now. Stuck in a boring old rickety tower. Stuck studying and doing chores all day. At least Father allowed for your family to visit from time to time.

Their faces and voices make the endless cycle you've been going through day-to-day slightly more bareable. But to be perfectly honest, with every passing moment that you're stuck here; in this damned tower made to be your prison, you lose a small peice of your sanity.

A peice of your mind that can never be returned to it's owner.

Trully a cruel thing to do, especially to your own child. Isolating them from everyone and everything they've ever known to prove a point, when it wasn't even truly their own faults that caused such a mess? Foolish, and downright cruel if anyone asked you.

Ah, but what can you do?

You did do this to yourself after all, might as well own up to your mistakes and pay the price.

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joeyalohadream · 1 month ago

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i mean no pressure whatsoever because i understand u are a busy adult but can i ask about coolerverse and how the boys are doing 🥹 most beautiful, heart wrenching piece of writing i’ve stumbled upon tbh

They’ve been through a lot. Gale and few of the others have been struggling with a bad illness and John's been trying his best to hold every one (and himself) together. But they've made it to Mossberg and while their situation is far from good, they made it through the march. They're now awaiting liberation or whatever comes next.

When he walks into the hut they’ve attempted to take residence in, he finds Gale right where he left him. Sitting on the floor, reclining against the wall in the corner they’d slept in their first two nights.

He feels eyes on him as he walks through the crowded space. Heavy, questioning stares and murmurs greet him as men take in the mud coating his boots, his legs and arms. But he ignores them and smiles when he plants his feet in front of Gale and crouches down to be eye level with him.

His smile grows when he watches Gale take in the state of his clothes, brow furrowing, nose scrunching.

“You’re filthy John,” he points out the obvious. “Where have you been all day?”

“I got us a hotel room, Buck.”

Confusion paints Gale’s features as he cocks his head and tired eyes look to his own.

“What are you talkin’ about?”

Bucky shakes his head and keeps smiling, feeling proud of himself, hoping he’s not making a big mistake. It’s still cold. It’s warmer in here than it will be out there. But he thinks they need this.

“I’ll show you,” he says and stands up.

He reaches down and Gale doesn’t hesitate to take his hand and let himself be pulled up. His legs shake and his other hand finds the front of Bucky’s coat, fingers fisting tightly in the fabric, but he stays standing on his own and even offers Bucky a smile once he’s steady.

“Now it ain’t no suite in London like I offered you two years ago, but it’s not too shabby.” He says in a hushed tone as he ducks under one of Gale’s shoulders and they start making their way to the door. “But feel free to turn it down if you hate it.”

“You know I regret saying no that night,” Gale leans more weight on him, but Bucky can read him well enough to know he’s doing it because he wants to, not because he needs to. “I won’t be turning you down again, John.”

I have SO many asks about this series in my inbox, and I swear I'm not ignoring you all, I just don't want to share many more snippers before the final product is done. It's close, folks, I promise.

Thank you to everyone still supporting me with this fic after all this time. ❤️

#buck x bucky #coolerverse #mota fanfic #I love this version of them and i love all of you that seem to love them too 💕

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infamous-if · 2 years ago

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There's been some discussion recently about MC that caught my attention because I agree. MC feels like a loser when you think about all of the other characters. When I play an MC who did nothing wrong to Seven it just feels like Seven is angry for no reason. Seven is allowed to act like a child while MC has to take it? Doesn't seem fair.

Everyone has something going for them and what about MC? No one likes them and everyone hates their guts. Aren't they supposed to be the main character? Why does everyone hate them? Why aren't they considered more talented? It just feels like MC is a doormat while Seven and the other ROs are these talented superstars.

I don't want this to come off any way but I feel like the story would be stronger if you made MC a bit meaner or at least made people acknowledge MC as a better singer.

I don't want to sound rude but I'm very much exhausted by this topic. I've probably explained this 5+ times but I'll try to break it down one last time just so people can understand what I'm trying to do.

First, to get it out of the way, we are only on Chapter 2. I just want to reiterate that. The story just started.

It just feels like MC is a doormat while Seven and the other ROs are these talented superstars.

Secondly, MC is a character I try to give as much customization to, both personality and appearance wise. There's a variety of ways you can approach everything, or I at least try to in a way that doesn't sacrifice what I want to write for the plot, but I think people are under the impression MC is 100% a blank slate character when it's not true.

MC is still dependent on the plot and I always strived for MC to have their own narrative arc. The same way the ROs have their own character arcs, MC will have their own, because they are a character in their own right and going through some that fundamentally changes their life. That means the MC from Chapter 1 will not be the MC at Chapter 20. They will be different. That's what a character arc is. Character development is expected. How can you expect a slew of ROs to grow and change and MC remaining stagnant? Doesn't make sense narratively and it seems unfair to MC.

The MC is not a completely blank slate, and that's where people are getting it confused. In the beginning, MC is going through such a change with BOTB, without their family, and on the heels of a band breakup that's still impacting them today. MC is a little down, maybe even depressed if that's how you read it, and they're getting pushed to be leader by their manager. They are not really okay right now. They have to be professional and put on a brave face for the sake of their band, who, if you paid attention to what Rowan said in Chapter 2, are all depending on this. This is what they worked for since high school. MC is not going to flip a damn table on Day 1 just because you want them to. MC can fight, if you choose, against UWB. That's not supposed to be a smart choice, but emotions get the best of all of us.

They are only just navigating a worldwide globally famous show with a cheating allegation hanging over their heads, and a manager who wants them to be leader when, up until now, they haven't been. They've just been friends making music and miraculously having a fanbase. Now they're really in it. They have been thrust head first into the industry in a way that is so big that MC has to go from singer playing with their friends to a leader of a band who may just become globally famous in a few months if they play their cards right.

A lot of their actions are influenced by the fact that their band almost broke up and it's a thing that hangs over their head. Their past influences them. That's...how people work.

Now, if we're at Chapter 20 and MC is still acting like a scared bunny who doesn't know what they're doing, then be my guest. Scream in my inbox, I'd understand. That would be terrible writing, but we're not. The tour just started.

I play an MC who did nothing wrong to Seven it just feels like Seven is angry for no reason. Seven is allowed to act like a child while MC has to take it? Doesn't seem fair.

MC doesn't have to take it lol. I've always given an option to be rude to Seven/try to put them in their place.

People think I favor Seven when that's not true. (Seven isn't even my favorite RO)(That title goes to August lol). Seven acts the way they act because they are not in a healthy headspace. Their actions are not meant to be understood, because they are not entirely justified. Seven has a lot of growing up to do, but I have never sat here and advertised Seven's emotions as correct. Everyone knows Seven is childish, everyone knows Seven is handling everything terribly. People in the story have mentioned it. Their abandonment issues GREATLY influence their characterization and actions. MC has abandonment issues as well, of course, but MC is not as emotionally unstable as Seven. That's canon. It is what it is. Seven has a whole subplot about it.

As do other ROs. The only difference is that they're not so open about their struggles. Seven just doesn't care. Their emotions guide them. They can't control it. That's who they are. I have also said that many times.

I don't know why you think Seven can get away with everything when 1) it's only been 2 chapters and 2) no one knows how anyone feels about Sev because it's in MC's POV. Seven goes through their own trial by fire. As every RO does......thats a narrative arc.

Seven was always going to be a plot point, whether they were an RO or not. They were always going to be MC's former best friend.

This one bothers me the most, mostly because I don't know where this came from. "No one likes them" Jenna and The Jewels does. Slow Crawl does. Their fans do. We haven't even properly met the other bands. Of course there will be bands who don't like MC: they're competitors. They're not friends. They don't know MC, why would they be biased towards them? Because they're the main character? They don't care about that?? It's how fiction works.

Maya is following the band around because of how much she admires MC.

Orion quit his job because MC's singing inspired him that much.

G listened to MC and saw something in them. Literally calls them the 'Chosen One'

Fans of the old band preferred MC over Seven. They liked the songs where MC sang solo. MC was better for their future over Seven. Hence why it was Seven getting demoted, not MC. I've said this. It's in the story.

I don't see how being the lead singer of a band on a global show at 26 makes anyone an actual loser but I digress.

Literally in Part 2 MC is acknowledged so maybe it'd be better if we waited? Say a good few chapters...?

If you wanted a story where MC is Queen level famous right out the gate and the #1 draft pick for BOTB and has no problems and better than everyone, then I'd advise you to look elsewhere. I don't like that. I like giving MC obstacles because conflict creates story. I like MC having to fight for their spot. It's more realistic, and this has never been a story of fame. It's been a story of their journey to fame.

That's their narrative arc. They grow into it.

You are allowed to hate/dislike Seven. I encourage it. I have given MC the option to hate Seven, because I'm aware that what Seven is doing is unfair. I am not punishing you for hating Seven. And this goes for all the ROs. It does not bother me if you dislike my characters. It means I haven't made them squeaky clean and have made them realistic enough to have people both dislike and like them, much like real life. I get it.

I've always advertised Infamous as a messy, angsty and dramatic story. I've used the term 'melodrama' for it often. I've always said the ROs--especially Seven--are flawed. Some more than others. I've said, verbatim, they are not wholly good people. I don't know why people act so shocked when they act some type of way. Like...I've always stayed true to what the story is. Half the dynamics aren't healthy right now...but that's the 'growing up part' of the story we haven't even gotten to yet?

If that doesn't interest you, then that's perfectly okay! If you don't like the narrative arc I have planned for MC, that's fine too! It just becomes a bit disheartening when people ignore the narrative.

I will try harder to write in a way that specifies my intentions. I always believe that if more than a handful of readers have the same complaint, then it's on the writer to fix it.

I hope my tone didn't come off rude, I'm just really really tired of this. I've had to deal with this since even before the demo dropped :) but your critiques are valid and everyone is always free to express themselves however they want. <3

#inbox #'MC is a loser' convo will always follow me I guess #MC will win a grammy and someone will be like: “they're kinda...loserish though? imagine winning a grammy at 30 and not 20 lol”#/j #ill add this to the faq and never talk about it again

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midnight1nk · 1 month ago

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actually the reason smg4 vomit meme is because the next episode is just gonna be the cast taking care of him while he’s sick but every time they look away he’s back on his computer deliriously making increasingly incomprehensible memes about how he is sick.

A sick 4 episode? Y'know what? I'M IN 🤝 it's such a good interpretation of that meme moment and honestly hilarious that out of all the things that happened to 4, this one thing is what got him. Probably something stupid.

Do these characters get sick in this universe? I mean, there have been viruses and stuff, but like a flu? And then there's a whole discussion of character death...... The best excuse I can come up with is that the universe's code had a hiccup and it affected 4. This is a digital world after all :))

I can already imagine it. Rat poison? He's fine, he'll walk it off. A bit of (code) flu? No yeah, he outright dying. And being stubborn as he is, 4 would try to tell the Crew "I'm fine, really. I just have a stuffy nose." before proceeding to cough violently. As much as they push him to get some rest, it only takes a second to look away and find him back at his desk, all while having a feverish dream. And back to bed he goes, "Nooooooooo"

If we are going to have a scene of him puking, it's just going to be the sound of the toilet flushing, him coming out of the bathroom looking pale, and someone who has been waiting outside offering him water. That's it. Preferably, I wouldn't want to have this scene only bc people do have the tendency to puke after seeing/hearing someone else do it. Besides, I would feel so bad for Luke having to make fake puking sounds for the episode. "But they've done puking before, with meme sounds" Yeah, no. It won't be the same as last time. The thing is, while we have been getting good silly episodes, there has been a part of it that's emotional and personal. For an episode like this, it would be there.

But ofc, we can have it end on a lighthearted note that as it turns out, the fever-dream-fueled memes got really popular. "Wow. I guess I should do more—" "NOOOO"

plus, narrative parallels to the IGBP arc

thanks for dropping this in my inbox!

#omg he's just like me frfr 😔#4. please have some sleep and soup the Crew made #smg4 #ink answers #gonna write this down #fair warning for puking & sickness mention #fever 4 might spill some secrets #and i oop

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lemotmo · 2 months ago

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My god give this to me!!!!

Q. Do you think they might actually go the unrequited route? I mean not permanently but do you think they might let Buck pine for a few episodes before Eddie has his realization moment?

A. I personally don't see them going this route. That doesn't mean they won't, but I just don't see the show putting the audience in the position of having to watch Buck pine for someone who isn't an option for him. The audience is pretty protective when it comes to Buck, I mean we love him most but we beg for them to drop a car on top of him, lol. The audience in general is pretty protective of him. They've watched him grow up so watching him set himself up for heartbreak is just not something I think the show will do. That route also puts Eddie in an unfair situation with the audience. Doesn't mean they won't do it. Doesn't mean they can't do it and do it really successfully. I just don't personally see it happening that way.

I still think we're going to get a fairly mutual realization, maybe not in the same episode but back to back episodes at least. I think neither one will tell the other for fear that the feelings aren't reciprocated. So I think we'll kind of get mutual pinning. I think Buck will confide in Maddie about his feelings. I'm not sure if Eddie will tell someone or if we'll just see Eddie's realization moment. I think one or both of them will have some kind of accident or incident on the job where one or both of them believe they're dying and they don't want to die without the other knowing how they feel. Oliver talking about an overnight shoot in the rain pretty much reinforces my belief in that. Rain is just such a Buddie thing on this show. And I don't see Tim being able to resist the big dramatic 'I love you ' where they're concerned. It's been 7 years in the making so I don't see it being a quiet moment. I think the show will go all in for the drama of it all. And they will get their quiet moment together after the fact.

I will say that I've seen a couple of posts and received a couple of asks urging people to remain skeptical because queerbaiting is very real and often intentionally used by shows to attract viewers. That is absolutely true but this show has never intentionally, verbally and openly queerbaited before. And Oliver doesn't talk about it a lot for fear of being accused of misleading people. Oliver would simply not do that. He's bent over backwards for 7 years to make sure he never even accidentally said something that could get him accused of doing that. I simply do not believe Tim, the show and especially Oliver would knowingly and deliberately bait like that. Ryan has been just as careful to try and avoid doing anything like that. I just don't believe that's what's happening here. For gods sake people let yourselves be excited.

Thank you Nonny! Much appreciated!

This was made and posted after the Oliver interview!

Nope, an unrequited storyline isn't going to happen. I'm even more convinced that this won't happen than Ali.

It wouldn't make sense in the grand scheme of things. We've seen that Eddie has started to look for joy, right at the moment when Buck will realise he is in love with him. For years now Eddie's relationships with women have fizzled out because he never felt that he could fully commit for some reason. Yet they keep showing us the close bond he has with his best friend.

No uhuh, Buck is going to figure it out and Eddie is going to come to some conclusions of his own while in El Paso. It will take them some time to actually act upon their feelings, because that is how these stories go. But the end-result will always be fully realised canon Buddie.

I also firmly believe that there is no queerbait going on here. They are too upfront about it.

Believe what you see this time. Allow yourself to believe it.

Heads up! For anyone who is giving me the shifty eyes for reposting Ali's updates instead of reblogging. Read this.

Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

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metalomagnetic · 11 months ago

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I asked a question about your house elf lore a while back, are you still sitting on that one or did it not get to you? or maybe you don't want to answer it? sorry to bother you I just wanted to see if I should resend it or not

I'm sorry! I looked back through my inbox until I found your question.

Sometimes asks pile up and I lose track of them! I hope no one thinks I am ignoring them on purpose.

Now, with that out of the way, here is your initial question (I hope this is yours, at least):

I love the world building you did around house elves/goblins/the fey in "it runs" all the little tidbits that get dropped make me hungry for more. Can you possibly elucidate on the full story behind the fey vs wizard kind conflict? was the black family and astral magic actually instrumental in the war or is that just black propaganda? i'm not sure how reliable of a narrator a black family elf should be considered.

So, I picture the High Elves more like the elves from Lord of the Rings. As human societies started developing and advancing, the high elves diminished in numbers, losing forests and also they were very sensitive to materials humans started using, like iron and copper and such, that was slowly poisoning them.

I like to imagine they started fucking around with humans sometimes in ancient times. Muggles weren't too perceptive to what was going on, since the elves used magical trickery, but wizards took notice. At the time, wizards coexisted together with muggles in the Harry Potter universe.

There were attempts made to accommodate both species, treaties brokered and then broken, on both sides, until the first war started.

It ended with high casualties on all sides, and with no clear victor. New 'borders' were agreed upon, places for the elves to dwell into, where humans weren't allowed, and vice versa.

Of course, as centuries passed, and muggles especially developed more and more, their villages spreading into larger areas, their needs greater, cities being raised all around, things escalated again. It didn't help that most muggles either didn't believe in the existence of elves, either considered them plights/enemies sent by their gods. Muggles have shorter life spams, and shorter memory. Besides, education and written history wasn't easily available to muggles at large. Elves, on the other hand, have incredible life spans, and while wizards don't come close, they, too, live longer than muggles and they do 'see' magic, so wizards were always more aware of such things, as they are aware of werewolves and vampires etc.

In the second war, the Black family and other great wizarding families were already established powers around Europe, far more organised than their ancestors; by now wands were much more in use, which was a vast improvement from the past, allowing all magical people easier access to magic.

Because they had means of quick communication, unlike muggles, and because the elves were far lesser in numbers than they've been previously, the second Elvish war was mostly between wizards and elves, with very little muggle involvement.

The elves didn't think they could survive as a species in this new, polluted world, so this time there will be no end to the war.

They fought to extinction levels.

The Blacks and their use of astral magic were, indeed, a big part of the war ( in my backstory for this, it was a man named Helix Black the First that was in charge of the family back then). But other families were as instrumental as them. Many great houses perished in the war, and even the Blacks were decimated in numbers, losing nine direct family members, and many other distant relatives or in-laws.

As the war was drawing to a close, and wizards were emerging on the winning side, they started hunting down what remained of small clusters of elves still surviving in deep forests .

They found the elvish children, having been kept hidden during the war (elvish children age far slower than human ones).

Some wizards wanted them killed, to end this once and for all. Others weren't so keen on this plan. A great council was made to decide on their fates.

The side against the slaughter won, but everyone agreed it wasn't a good idea to just leave them be, risking another uprising in the future.

A witch of great power came up with the idea of cursing the elvish younglings, and forcing them into complete obedience. The curse affected the development of the elves, leaving them stunted, emotionally, mentally, and physically.

A Sacred Circle was made out of witches and wizards that gave their lives to power the curse. From England, twenty eight wizards and witches participated in the Circle, including a Black (And because of this, all the families that lost members to this curse, are now know as the Sacred Twenty-Eight. I know that's not what they are in canon, and it was simply a list made by one Mr. Nott, but this is just my head canon to give more depth and history to the wizarding world).

As the curse was cast (I like to imagine it took like two days of casting to manage such a feat of magic) some of the older elvish children managed to escape their makeshift prisons. They sought refuge underground. The curse still reached them, but because of their age (say around 30 years olds, which was still child by elven metrics) they managed to resist at least the compulsions and they remain hidden underground. Their bodies naturally adapted to the environment. They eventually became goblins.

The younger children that didn't escape, including a twelve year old Tessuth, were fully affected by the curse. They never grew properly, their bodies shifted, too, the dark magic wrecking havoc on them. They were then enslaved to wizards. There weren't that many children, but the Sacred Families that fought hardest in the war, and that sacrificed their own to cast the curse, had priority in picking. Helix Black demanded two elves. Tessuth, and her even younger sister (who will eventually become Kreacher's grandmother). People just thought he's a greedy dick for wanting two.

In reality, Helix had deep trauma from the war, had developed a begrudging respect for the elves in the years spent fighting them, but he had also lost his twin children in one battle. When he went to take one elf, he found Tessuth cradling her younger sister, and on an impulse, with his twins in mind, he didn't want to separate them, so he took them both.

Unlike many other houses that took their anger for the losses they suffered on the now newly made house elves, Helix never could put aside the tragedy of it all. He saw the extinction of elves as necessary, he never regretted it, it was wizards (in fact, all humans, not just wizards) or elves, and he served proudly in the war, but the horror of it all stayed with him, and he treated Tessuth and her sister more as prisoners of war than slaves.

He killed himself when his only surviving grandson, who was Tessuth's age, reached adulthood, leaving him in charge of the family.

Eventually, a century or two later, when goblins resurfaced, no one wanted another war. Concessions were made, goblins were allowed to live in the wizarding world, but it was never an easy peace, and that, too, led to many goblin rebellions.

In one of life's ironies, in the last goblin rebellion, the Head of House Black was another Helix.

By that time, however, house-elves had been completely brainwashed into hating goblins. The very old house elves like Tessuth and Kreacher's grandmother, were not only brainwashed, but held resentment for being abandoned by their fellow elven siblings, during the first war, that they escaped without them. The newer generations of elves, completely unaware of this history, simply hated goblins because their masters told them so. House elf magic was used heavily in goblin rebellions, to guard wizarding homes, because goblins and house-elves obviously share the same type of magic.

A true tragedy, and the story of the High Elves, regal, powerful, arrogant, that died off to make way for humans.

Some of the magic in the world died with them, which also affected wizards, turning them weaker. Wizards of today will never be as powerful as the wizards that lived in the time of the High Elves.

There will be short mentions about this in the fic, just a sentence or two, as we already had, but not very much. It is of no importance to Sirius and his journey, and we already know he doesn't care much about house- elves, even if he is fully aware of their history. He doesn't spend time thinking of this, he just barely learned to get along with Kreacher and he's a little scared of Tessuth, so there is no reason to have much of this mentioned.

#my writing #it runs in the blood

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bcacstuff · 5 months ago

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Did you noticed Sam's time on IG these last 3 days? Back in Scotland?

Yes, of course I noticed the times he posted on IG. I keep track of them and list them. That's why I'm always amazed when people jump to all kind of conclusions that do not match with the reality but for some kind of reason, mostly confirmation bias, add up to the story they've build in their heads.

I mean, the ones claiming he barely posted on IG this whole week and make assumptions, he must have been ill (as his voice in the video yesterday seem to sound a little sore) to people way to much focussed on dates for which there is hardly a shred of evidence, only smoke and mirrors, now claiming they found the answer on the eternal chicken and egg question. 🙄

Anyway, it doesn't cure fatal diseases nor will it solve any wars. So, nope not gonna entertain that nonsense.

So yes, I did look at the times he posted, last Friday only 3 reposts all at the same time, just before 7pm (UK time). Could indicate flying somewhere. Could be back home, could be elsewhere.... and then yesterday the video announcing his whisky available in Canada.

Surely enough I looked a bit into it, curiosity kills the cat, and I did notice the Scottish flag on the framed poster.

A poster called The Complete Robert Burns and can be ordered online shipped to wherever you want it! #justsaying

So, at itself it doesn't really determine that it must be in Scotland (or his home for that matter) someone in China with Scottish roots or loving Burns work could order it and put it on their wall as well....

I never saw this poster at his house, which also doesn't exclude that option, as it could simply be a corner in the tavern he hasn't shown us yet. It's at least not the usual spot he records his videos in his tavern, but sure he could have chosen that spot for St. Andrews day 🤷‍♀️

What made me doubt though was the glass he used for his whisky....

I asked myself, wouldn't he use his own SS whisky glass when he was at home? As far as I can remember he always does, and it's only in hotel rooms we see him use other.

Oh and for the people saying he didn't wear his rings, well... I do think he can take them off in a hotel room as well.

Anyway, those were the thoughts I had, there isn't much more to go by. The tiny furniture parts we can see for a sec or less isn't enough to go by. Add to that we don't know when he recorded this video, though I don't think it was weeks ago and do think it is recent if not RT.

So, yes it's back to the times, while yesterday his first reposted story was quite early for UK, today (so far) it's between noon and the beginning of the evening UK times. It does match mostly UK, but I'm not entirely sure, so it's still speculation.

I know you al will draw your own conclusions, and that's okay. But for my sanity, please use your good sense of reality. I'm still looking for one eyeball, as I rolled my eyes so much at my inbox...

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Later edit, after posting above I received this Anon

which shows indeed the same framed poster (in his old house) so he does own one, and makes it more credible the video yesterday was recorded at his tavern.

Thanks Anon 🧡🧡🧡

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yukidragon · 1 year ago

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Okay so I'm trying really hard to get into SWWSDJ but there's so much lore not e en in the games I feel very much in over my head lol. Can you like...give a rundown? Or at least point me in the direction of where to start? I wanna write fic about the clown man damn it lol

I understand what you mean. When you fist enter into a fandom it can be pretty daunting, especially if you don't get a lot of the references and information that the bulk of the fandom takes as common knowledge.

A lot of the information we have about the lore for SWWSDJ comes from the various demos and teasers. However, the lore is being updated as the game is in development, as evidenced by the differences in each of the demos. Things have changed since its initial demo release, and will likely continue to change until the full game is released. SWWSDJ is very much a work in progress.

The most obvious place to start of course is the latest demo. You can check out a public release of it on the SnaccPop Studios Patreon over here.

There's a release that came after this one with a bit more content, but you'll have to become a member if you want to see it for yourself. Personally I think it's worth it for all the goodies that are regularly released on the patreon. If you've signed up, I highly recommend checking it out.

After that, I think it's good to look at the official webpages for SWWSDJ, including the official tumblr over on @sunny-day-jack-official. The tumblr page answers quite a number of questions from the fans, as well as some teasers. They've even made a listing of most of the other official webpages in this post here.

Another page that teases some juicy lore is the official profiles over on Toyhouse. Want to know the canon heights of the love interests and their birthdays? This is the place to get that info.

The official twitter page has been a place to pick up bits of lore since the beginning. There's plenty of teasers, profiles, and it gives a good sense of how things have evolved during development.

There are some teasers that are floating around posted by the original creator and others working on the project, but the rule of thumb is to take these with a pinch of salt. They're very good to inspire ideas and lore crafting, but if it's not on an official page like the twitter, tumblr, patreon, etc. then it's technically not canon.

Speaking of technically not canon, if you're interested in seeing my deep dives into my theories about the lore, AU crafting, and just gushing about the series in general, feel free to check out my rambles. I've done a lot of thinking about this series, and my opinions keep evolving as new developments release. I've also done quite a lot of writing as well.

I hope this can be helpful to get you started, and that you enjoy your time in this fandom. If you have more specific questions, feel free to toss them into my inbox. I might take a while to answer, but I appreciate every ask sent my way. I look forward to seeing your stories, as well as the stories of everyone else in this lovely fandom.💖

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

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theweirdwideweb · 9 months ago

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I reported my boss to HR for discrimination last week. Please tell me if I'm crazy.

My old boss got promoted so around October I got a new supervisor. We've been coworkers for about 5 years and had a friendly relationship. I'd been to her house, met her kids, we chit chatted a lot. When she started approving my time cards she noticed I was using about 3-5 hours of PTO per week at random times. I explained this was an informal arrangement I had with my previous supervisor due to my disability. I have C-PTSD and ADHD which honestly make it difficult to get through the day pretty much every day. Sometimes I need more breaks and if I'm using my PTO and being honest, who cares right? Well the new supervisor cared. She told me that if I couldn't be a full time employee they couldn't justify our headcount and my job was on the line unless I made this a formal arrangement. I was really hurt but I did it, I got all the doctors notes together and figured--while I'm formalizing it, I actually do need extra therapy so I'm gonna make my FMLA (family medical leave act) time include these sessions.

All this is approved obviously because one thing I'm not is self diagnosed. I've got medical records a mile high. So starting in January this official leave time goes into effect and I can use up to 7 hours of PTO per week. Before all this began my supervisor consistently praised me as a "rockstar" employee, saying I was the only person on the team who truly follows the rules. In general I was thought of as an excellent worker and had received a promotion. The team that I lead smashed our goals for 2023. But, strangely, once I start the FMLA my supervisor begins complaining about my lack of productivity. I kept a spreadsheet as a tool for my ADHD where I tracked how I was spending my time so I volunteered to let her see it so she could figure it out. Instead of sending the spreadsheet tracking my work in 5 minute increments once or twice, this woman has had me sending it every week for the past 7 months. Every Monday we have our 1:1 and she lets me know how poorly I'm doing. She also sends me an email on Mondays where she counts every email I have in my inbox, every claim I have across multiple programs, every minute of meetings I have scheduled and sends me the amount of time she expects it to take and if I don't make it then we have to talk about my "problems".

Now I'm practically never making it. I've appealed to her and to her boss so many times that there is something wrong with this formula they've come up with to calculate my workload--and they both just think I'm lying. Long story short in May I started measuring my time not on the spreadsheet but by the individual tasks in the email and not only am I keeping up, but there's a full 5-6 hours of work every week that she hasn't been counting (including 3 hours talking on the phone---with her!). I bring this up at our 1:1 in late May and say, See there really is something wrong with your measurement. I'm right on track productivity wise with these tasks. She doesn't acknowledge at all the flaw I've found in her formula but DOES say, "I do think there's been an improvement in your productivity and I expect it will continue to improve as you get more therapy." Full on MASK OFF. So my "productivity issues" are improved by therapy, meaning she's been ascribing those issues to my disability. Incredible.

I go to HR the next day to have this interaction on the record. First time I've gone to HR about anything ever. They are so concerned that they are going to launch an investigation and I tearfully plead with them not to because my boss's boss is out on medical leave and I don't want to cause huge problems while she's away and can't moderate. I didn't realize it would automatically cause an investigation to report this. The lady takes pity on me and says they won't investigate for now.

The VERY NEXT DAY my supervisor tells us in a team meeting (other people there to witness) that she's got a funny story about her son. It's some innocent story about how he's grounded and can't go to a party, but she continues on by talking about how she has to be extra strict with him because he has ADHD. If she doesn't enforce consequences, he'll never learn! And he has to learn because when he grows up his boss isn't going to take his ADHD as an excuse. "Policies are policies" she said, "Your boss isn't going to accept an answer like I know I was supposed to do four things but I only got to three because...." She even went further talking about how he's having trouble learning to drive because of his ADHD and just laughing about it. When he has to do something, she says, she has to remind him multiple times and set timers and double check with him otherwise he'll forget.

So I'm fucking flabbergasted at this point, right? This whole time I've been feeling like this time tracking is discriminatory and here she is just spelling it out for me in neon letters: YES, IT ACTUALLY IS. So I'm biding my time until her boss gets back from medical leave. But after 3 weeks of showing her that her method is flawed she tells me I don't have to do the spreadsheet anymore. Her boss is back but cancelled our first meeting, so I figure: If the bullshit stops, for the sake of my career and mental health I'm gonna let this go. My supervisor goes on vacation for 2 weeks. I'm doing my work exactly as I want to without the added pressure and everything is going great.

Once she gets back though we have our 1:1 and she asks me where my emails were on the 2 past Fridays telling her if I got all my work done. Which she never asked me to do, btw. Reader---I mcfreakin lost it. I belligerently asked why this was still necessary, that I felt picked on and bullied, that she isn't doing this to anyone else on the team, and that I'm sick and tired of constantly being demoralized by her leadership. I told her that I was going to talk to her boss directly about this situation. She was pissed. She actually unfriended me on facebook which for middle aged women is like throwing a grenade.

Next day I talk to her boss. I bring my evidence because of course I've been taking notes. The situation is serious. HR has become involved. And just because there are anti-retaliatory rules for reporting protected concerns doesn't actually protect me from getting fired. Suddenly I'm fearful about everything. I'm afraid I'm going to lose my job and my health insurance, bye bye therapy,, bye bye surgery I need. I've been at this job 6 years and the animosity is at an all time high. Christ almighty.

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doppopoppo · 2 years ago

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ROYAL COUPLE (nsfw)

TS!King Canute x F!Reader

|| Warnings : cum play, mentions of breeding kink, voyeurism (?) ||

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Most people had misconceptions about the current king and queen of Denmark and England. Rightfully so of course given tradition surround royal couples.

King Canute does not allow any other men to lay his eyes or paws on his Queen. Women as well, unless they're helping her to take a bath and get clothed. Otherwise, no, paws off. All intimacy and lovemaking remain for his own pleasures. Vice versa for the Queen. Her Kings only for her pleasures.

The Queen was not there as an object to pleasure her husband, but rather each of them chased the idea of the other experiencing bliss and euphoria. In the years they've been together, intimate sessions continued until both needs were satiated.

Early morning, the two admittedly decided to ignore their important royal duties. How rude it would be to cut their session from last night short. During this early time of day, the Queen tends to rather feel vulnerable and and weak. Through given consent, she tends to let her husband have his way with her if he so desires to. And today, he so desires her very much.

His usual place is to cum inside her, feeding off his need to breed heirs into his Queen, though today he wanted to see her painted with bits of him all over. He pulled out, eliciting a whimper from his wife below him. With a low groan, he came all over her supple chest. His wife shivered from excitement to be covered in her husband's love as it was quite rare.

Feeling rather dazed from the sleep that's still evident in his eyes, he mindlessly swirled the cum around her nipples. He collected some cum onto his middle and ring finger, same finger that held his wedding ring, and found her aching hole that remained unsatisfied. His wife softly began grinding, wanting more friction. He swooped his down and circled his tongue around one of her nipples. Tasting himself in the process, but the idea and action of it made them both moan from pleasure. He lapped more of his cum on her chest, sucking as if he was feeding. This alone caused his wife to reach her first high for the day.

For now, they both knew they had to attend to their daily responsibilities.

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Hello hello, it's been A WHILE! Who knows if I'll be consistent but VS Def inspired me to write a few pieces. I mean come on, some of these guys are just so adorable yet manly! 😍 not entirely sure if I'll take requests as I didn't finish some last time. BUT I do know there's a lack of Vinland writers on here, SO if my inbox or this gets enough people asking for requests, I'll open it up :)

#anime x reader #vinland saga #vinland saga x reader #prince canute #king canute #king canute x reader #prince canute x reader #vinland saga scenario #vinland saga smut #canute x reader

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thecruxarm · 1 year ago

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Introductory Post

Hello, and welcome to my blog! Above is an infographic I've made detailing the Milky Way as well as the commonality of life and intelligence itself across the galaxy, which will serve as an important base of reference for all else I plan to post on this blog. I won't say much in reference to this image that isn't already included in the infographic, so I'll go on to explain what my project is about, which I will elaborate on with future posts:

In short, the primary focus of my speculative biology sci-fi project takes place around the mid-Centaurus arm, as indicated on the infographic, in a region of the galaxy locally known as "Ruminaaan Space", which is the single largest interstellar community in the history of the Milky Way! Although the majority of these Ruminaaan residents have only began their joint interstellar societies within the past 3,000 years, an ongoing battle has been waging for the past billion years and counting between a species known as the Yn and an entity known as Xii, and while I'll leave more detailed elaborations for future posts, this is a story of a single species divided and disfigured by their own conflicts and the long-term consequences it holds on their stellar neighbours, even one billion years later.

Onto the blog itself, to help with organisation, I will use the following tags on my posts:

#Alien Person Asks (for when I answer asks in my inbox (feel free to send any if you want to know more about my world!)), #Ruminaaan Theomachy (for posts relating to the central aliens of my project and the communities they've built), #Alien Person Spec Bio (for posts relating to the more biological aspects of my worldbuilding) and #Alien Person Worldbuilding (for other posts about miscellaneous or more general features of my worldbuilding process)

Besides transcripts for the featured image, that's all for my introductory post, so stay tuned for more!

{Main text-wall transcript}:

The Milky Way The Milky Way is a spiral galaxy about 100,000 light years across, which happens to be the galaxy in which Humans are located, as well as over a couple hundred other intelligent species. The galaxy is estimated to be about 13.6 billion years of age and has thus far been identified with two major arms (the Perseus and Scutum-Centaurus Arms) which branch off into many smaller minor arms.

The galaxy is estimated to contain anywhere between 100 to 400 billion stars, most of which host a minimum of one orbiting planet. Although on Earth many may consider the possibility of extraterrestrial life to be a rarity, it is more common than one may think, with there being roughly 14.33 billion planets and moons combined which host native life. However, only about 8.59 million of these worlds host multicellular life (around 0.06% out of the total life-bearing celestial bodies), which is due to eukaryotic multicellularity being a very challenging hurdle to get over for life everywhere for a variety of reasons.

This being said, approximately 91.67% of these worlds do host sapient life forms, as high intelligence is almost an inevitability with multicellular organisms given sufficient time, though an extremely lower fraction of these planets and moons are actually home to sophont, technological civilisations comparable to anything humanity has accomplished throughout the past 200,000 years, with there being only 237 star systems with native sophont life (as indicated by the bright white dots shown to the right), and 268 sophont species overall, accounting for only 0.000028% of worlds with multicellular lifeforms. Among these 268 civilisations, very few actually aspire to be spacefaring, with there being less than 40 such civilisations, such as the Jodomii or Sirt, who even have space programs to begin with. Most either do not have the desire to explore outer space, as is the case with the Shreau, Uut, Samrinians or Aniin, do not even have the means to discover that outer-space exists in the first place, such as the Fline or Udrae, who have limited or nonexistent vision, or the Katudit, who live in the subglacial oceans of a rogue planet, or may never leave their home planets for any other multitude of reasons.

While the abundance of technological, cultured civilisations across the Milky Way is fortunately higher than most may be led to believe, it’s important to keep in mind the fact that the space which separates the majority of these civilisations is tremendous, with even the closest being hundreds of light years apart. Despite this, only four interspecies interstellar communities have managed to spring up across the interstellar medium (not counting the Yuruuc, who have yet to encounter any other intelligent species despite how far they have dispersed throughout their corner of the Outer Arm), which is simply due to the fact that interstellar travel is nigh-impossible without the use of warp technology, though only one of these such communities has managed to grow to such an extensive size which incorporates over a dozen unique civilisations; Ruminaaan Space. Ruminaaan Space (the blue area marked along the mid-Centaurus Arm) is the single largest community of interstellar civilisations with the widest reach in interstellar space in the entire history of the Milky Way thus far, with the Boueue and Scerere only having came into contact nearly 3,000 years ago. This region of the Milky Way will be the main focus of my ongoing project, titled ‘Ruminaaan Theomachy’, as you’ll all get to see more of as time goes on, so stay tuned, and welcome to the Ruminaaan Theomachy project!

{Milky Way Labels Transcript}:

Norma Arm, Sagittarius Arm, Perseus Arm, Orion Spur, Scutum-Centaurus Arm, Outer Arm

{Sophont Labels Transcript}:

Scerere, Boueue, Udrae, Samrinians & Aniin, Shreau, Jodomii, Humanity, Sirt, Yuruuc, Fline, Katudit, Uut

#specbio #speculative biology #speculative evolution #speculative zoology #alien species #spec evo #xenobio #xenobiology #Alien Person Worldbuilding #Ruminaaan Theomachy #worldbuilding #sci-fi #science fiction #infographic #milky way #galaxy #the milky way #alien #aliens

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