#THREAD; ( ALEX C. D. )

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@hstoryhuh wanted a  random  text! -

[ text; alex ]; don't ask questions, just pick a number between one and ten.

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"You're just making excuses to be rude now," Henry snorts, though his mind is very rapidly moving away from this strain of the conversation as he stares up at Alex from where he's on his knees, right at eye-level with Alex's cock. "This probably is illegal," he can't help but point out, "what we're about to do is probably classed as treason." Especially if Alex makes good on his promise not to be so gentle.

"I was born in Texas, it doesn't get any more American that that, sweetheart." Alex replies with a grin, but he very much feels his breath catch in his throat as he looks down to watch Henry on his knees. "You should be ILLEGAL." he mutters with a shake of his head, brushing his fingers against the other man's cheek. "Don't tease me like that, baby...or I might not be as gentle with your pretty mouth..."

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@ttheagcd sent [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS

[ text; alex ]; ???

[ text; alex ]; are we really doing this from across the room, love?

[ text; alex ]; but also, you're the gorgeous one.

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@amillixnvoices asked ❝ be quiet and kiss me. ❞ -

"Is that an order, your highness?" Alex questions, eyebrows raised high as he gives Henry a look that speaks of complete innocence, like he's not deliberately being a brat, like he's not deliberately holding back from obliging, pressing their lips together hungrily like they both know he wants to.

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@fatedtruths gets this! -

they've been here before; alex lingering outside one of henry's buildings after having run away from miguel. the only difference is that this time, he'd run away from henry to go back to miguel, the journalist's barely-veiled threats having gotten to be too much to ignore ( not that he'd been doing an amazing job of ignoring them to start with ). going back to miguel had been like voluntarily getting into a tank of piranha --- naked. getting back out had been so hard, but alex had managed it for a second time, with little more than bruises ( both physical and mental ) to show for it.

the hardest part had been leaving without saying goodbye to henry.

he's been sat on the brownstone's top step for maybe an hour, shivering a little in the evening breeze as he tries to work up the courage to knock ( he'd posted his key back through the mail slot, effectively cutting off his means of return ). every time he almost manages to talk himself into standing up and announcing his return, a little voice in the back of his mind tells him that henry's not going to be pleased to see him back - not after he left so suddenly.

they'd been so close to something before, though henry had said to wait until after graduation --- has alex jeopardised that by leaving?

he doesn't really have time to worry for much longer; there's a noise behind him, the yale lock opening from the inside, and a cold wet nose presses against the bare skin of his arm as david rushes outside to greet him, tail going manically as alex reaches to rub his ears with a shaky little smile.

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Henry's shoulder is pressed against Alex's, hand squeezed over and over as the American clenches and unclenches. He knows that his brother and his boyfriend don't really get on - their personalities clash a lot - but it's nice to hear that Philip isn't taking Dad's side and suggesting that Alex should leave. It's also nice to see that his siblings are equally thrown by this sudden twist in their lives.

"Bea," Philip tries again, sounding a little firmer, "trust me. Please? I'll get to the bottom of this, work out the whys and the what next, alright?" He doesn't disagree that this level of manipulation and deception should be illegal ( it probably is, actually, if you're not royalty ), but he wants to know every little detail before he can make a judgement.

"Go on, you three," he says, gesturing to the door that'll lead them up to the private residences, "I'll find you in a bit."

Next to Henry, Alex’s hands clench and unclench. He’s never much liked Philip, mostly because of that one meeting with the Queen, but he’s starting to understand that the other might not be the complete asshole he’d assumed he was. He, at the very least, seems to be trying to protect Henry and Bea from their father’s sharp tongue - something Alex appreciates.

He’s still not sure though if that means he’s willing to forgive the other’s words towards Henry in the past… but its a start, at the very least. 

“Sort everything out?” Beatrice repeats, incredulously. “What, you’re going to just… somehow unfuck the last several years through a talk, Pip? He lied to us! All of us! This should be illegal." she's about ten seconds away from slapping her own father, setting Kensington on fire - something, anything, to get rid of the sick feeling in her chest.

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@fatedtruths encouraged me! -

it had been one of those days. a flunked quiz, his professor telling him that maybe he should focus on the course rather than his love life, some comment from his mom about how busy she is with other things in her life that aren't alex and his dramatics. his dad hadn't answered the string of texts he'd sent at lunchtime. henry had snapped at him about leaving his wet towel on their bed, soaking a wet patch right through the covers. they'd made up before going to bed, alex apologising profusely and gallantly offering to sleep in the wet patch so henry didn't have to - then they'd curled up together, he'd kissed henry's shoulder and his neck and the back of his head before whispering a goodnight and that should've been that.

but now it's one in the morning and alex is awake and his mind will not stop telling him that everybody hates him and he creates so much mess all the time, leaving other people to clean up after him.

he tosses and turns for a while before giving up, slipping silently from their bed and taking a moment to tuck the covers a little closer around the sleeping henry before he leaves the room, heading for the living room instead. he fully intends on putting the tv on low, watching something mindless that might do the job of putting him to sleep on the couch.

it doesn't.

what it does do is highlight the smears on the screen, the light dusting of... well, dust, all over everything. how long has it been since they cleaned the tv? isn't the dust a fire risk, or something?

as he grabs a microfibre cloth to wipe everything down, he can hear his father's voice yelling at his mother look at this place! it's a fucking mess, ellen! what --- you can't spend five seconds to make sure that all these papers are off the floor? and his mom screaming back i have more important things to do than housework, and if you're so bothered, why can't you chip in? most of this is the kids, anyway.

the argument still haunts him sometimes, especially when someone makes a comment about how messy he can be --- but it's true, alex likes to spread himself out when he works, or he'll pick something up and put it down and forget about it for a couple of weeks; books, papers, coffee mugs with coffee still in them... it drives a lot of people wild, but their opinions have never really mattered to him as much as henry's does.

it starts with the tv at one in the morning, and by the time he startles at a small sound behind himself as he's mopping the bathroom floor with diluted bleach, it's closer to five ( not that he knows it --- he's left his phone in their bedroom ). "david?" he calls softly without turning around to confirm, "go back to sleep, it's okay."

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@firstscn asked “the room's spinning.” -

yeah, the room's not supposed to do that. rafael catches alex by his elbow, steering the kid towards the comfortable chair in his office, lest he trip and fall and raf has to call oscar to come take his kid to the emergency room. "have you been drinking?" he can't smell anything on alex's breath, but that really doesn't mean shit these days. "alex?" patting the younger man's cheeks, raf bends to check his eyes, presses the back of his hand against alex's forehead to check his temperature. "focus on me, okay? have you been drinking? when was the last time you ate?"

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@fatedtruths gets whatever this is! -

alex hates when they argue with a burning passion.

and yet, he's started this fight, couldn't just let it go when henry warned him not to keep going on about how much of a bellend ( a phrase that often creeps its way into his vocabulary these days ) philip is for apparently deliberately calling at inconvenient times.

it's not like he doesn't know that yelling and insulting henry's family isn't going to help things. he knows he's scaring david when he yells and waves his hands about, but it's so frustrating to know that even now, with more then three thousand miles between the prince and his gilded prison with its guards, that buckingham palace can still have such a devastating way of destroying the man he loves from the inside out.

he just can't stand by and watch the effect such calls have on henry any longer, the way his face becomes so blank and mask-like, the unhappiness that laces his tone and his movements and sours the mood in their brownstone for ages afterwards.

so he runs his mouth, and to nobody's surprise, it makes things worse.

"i'm just saying-!" he continues, voice raised as he interrupts whatever henry's about to say, blood heated, "i wish you'd refuse the calls sometimes, or just tell him he's a dick for calling when we're obviously still in bed!"

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[ text; alex ]; you absolute menace. hurry up and get in here. [ text; alex ]; you tell me often enough, so i suppose i've started to believe it, yes. [ text; alex ]; is a towel classed as an outfit now? i'll have to alert the press immediately.

[ text; henry ]: and i’m just getting started, baby 😏

[ text; henry ]: you are perfect, did you know that?

[ text; henry ]: duly noted. you’ll see the outfit soon enough.

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@westwingsolo asked rested their head on Henry's shoulder -

It's a quiet night in Central Park - warm, too, with the barest hint of a breeze just passing through to ruffle Alex's curls where they're resting on his shoulder. It's so peaceful, and if it wasn't for the fact that there's so much light pollution here ( so much so that he can't find Orion, though he knows roughly where it sits in the sky now ), Henry would find it an absolutely perfect moment. He turns his face into Alex's curls, kisses the top of the other man's head with a small, unseen smile. "I think," he starts, more to let Alex know that he's fully present and genuinely enjoying this time together, "that if I could pick any moment to bookmark and revisit as and when the mood took me, this would be one of those moments I'd pick."

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@boundbythebook asked [ 📱 — sms ] talk to me.

[ text; henry ];

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@hstoryhuh asked "I hate when people ask me to explain my thought process. Like hell if I know." -

"Love, when I asked what were you thinking, I wasn't actually asking you to explain your thought process," Henry sighs, his previous exasperation ebbing away, "it was a rhetorical question." Alex has to know this by now, surely? It's definitely not the first time someone's asked - as evidenced by Alex's grumble that he hates being asked to explain his thought process. "---It doesn't matter, I suppose, as long as you're alright."

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@hstoryhuh asked "waking up next to you is my favorite thing." -

For Henry, who had never expected to be able to experience something like this - waking up beside someone who genuinely loved him for who he was, and not who they expected him to be - this is his favourite thing too. For a while, he'd viewed this happiness as a soap bubble; beautiful, but fragile, able to disappear in a second. So he'd tried to break it himself, to make the inevitable happen faster, but all that had done was cause them both misery before the bubble had come back stronger than ever. Finally, Henry had started to trust that this wasn't going to go away so easily - that maybe this could be what he'd always dreamed of.

Smiling at Alex, tucking one hand under where his head rested on his pillow and the other on Alex's hip under the bedsheet, Henry wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now. "Mine too, love."

[deviantartdramahub]

I've been in a lot of arguments before over whether it's normal for DA admins to break protocol or if the people of the DA forums are toxic enough to warrant attention, so I'd like to present to you a mental exercise.

So once there was someone called Alex-Crododylia. He was mentioned at https://www.tumblr.com/deviantartdramahub/719616267620958208/im-so-glad-alex-crocodyliataffetayellow-is-gone?source=share and https://www.tumblr.com/deviantartdramahub/711883669373091840/today-everyone-has-what-they-consider-a-clear?source=share but forget that for a moment.

Love him or hate him, Alex-Crocodylia was the first name on there he used.

About six months to a year ago, his name was crossed out. When someone's name is crossed out on DA, protocol says that either they deactivated their account or they got banned. It should be noted, as the conversation at https://www.side7.com/forums/thread/251/7 delves into, that when someone is deactivated, after a month of choosing not to reactivate the account, all their content is removed (including threads) except for replies they've made, and if someone is banned, either all their content remains up eternally (with the difference aside from your name being crossed out being you are blocked from interacting with the site) or it's both taken down and marked as spam, which makes it all invisible. For the record, protocol states a member of DeviantArt can only be unbanned once if they successfully appeal.

It should also be noted that, according to protocol, to change one's name, you need core membership, which requires you to make a payment to DA.

That, therefore, would mean that, according to protocol, if he deactivated and wasn't banned, all his threads and all his comments aside from his replies (again, this does not include threads) would be removed.

Multiple months after Alex-Crododylia was deactivated, his name went from Alex-Crocodylia to TaffetaYellow. This is documented in one of the linked posts above. Meanwhile all his threads have remained open.

Multiple months after that, while still having his name crossed out, he changed his name again, this time to uwE7zUc3qAIL, something documented at http://archive.ph/Emkun which is a thread whose identity can be matched up with one of the links linked to by one of the links above as proof that Alex-Crocodylia, TaffetaYellow, and uwE7zUc3qAIL are all the same man, in case the content somehow vanishes in the future (many things are marked as hidden, but the replies still allow someone to ascertain who it was).

Also, if you look up Alex-Crocodylia, TaffetaYellow, or uwE7zUc3qAIL in the forum search bar, you get nothing (good day sir). In case someone concludes that it just might be impossible to search usernames, I hereby remind everyone this issue doesn't exist with other members, even ones who have been deactivated, if they've been deactivated for less than a month, and anyone can try this with other names.

This leads to one of ten possibilities, all of which go against DA protocol:

A) He was deactivated but kept coming back to give DA money, despite being pissed at DA, all just to change his name while seeking pity by looking deactivated

B) He was deactivated but kept coming back, which again is unbecoming of a non-attention-seeker, only they were given the option to change their name for free, either by a core member giving him core membership (which begs the question, who would give someone core membership if they didn't anticipate they'd come back, which smells like a conspiracy) or by admins giving him core membership for free (which begs another question, is this not unfair to everyone who paid)

C) He was deactivated but admins themselves broke protocol by keeping his threads up and changing his name, which proves to people who assert "this is how DeviantArt does things" that they have no set way to do things

D) He was banned, but protocol was allowed to be broken by allowing him to carry out odds and ends exclusive to non-banned people, proving this sometimes can be done

E) Possibility D, except the admins were doing it on their own, again a breach of protocol

F) He was banned but got unbanned twice, which goes against protocol and which is unfair to all the people who were banned in the history of the site

G) He was never deactivated or banned but instead just looks that way because protocol was allowed to be broken regarding who can get a crossed out name, which is typically exclusive to deactivated or banned people, either out of it being a glitch or someone being allowed to bathe in the idiosyncrasies, proving potentially a lot of the people who seem gone just happen to only look that way

H) He was secretly an admin of the site all along and this granted protocol exceptions, which begs the question of why an admin would have the unprofessional nerve to openly burst into joy over the fact that a member was suspended from the site in one of his posts, which proves the site at its literal core just truly has a special hate for Triagonal

I) Admins were engaging in or became susceptible to thread (or name) impersonation. In other words, while we take for granted that a timestamp always points to when something was posted and the name next to a thread is always indicative of who posted it, either via glitching or deliberation, what we see when we look at those aspects of threads is false and the equivalent of someone on Cops planting things in a driver's trunk on footage (meaning someone as random as S1ck-Genius could've posted it and the name got swapped by mistake, or that the text/time said something completely different when viewed over by OP, etc.), proving this can be done and has been done and which marks another breach in protocol

J) He kept deactivating, but every time he deactivated, he would pass the account to someone else with the possibility of reactivation, which means it would be in someone else's control and the account "would be" someone else, and each person would change the name of the account, something that Triagonal was teased for, as https://www.deviantart.com/comments/1/908678202/4973057538 and https://www.deviantart.com/comments/4/35551698/4974210442 mention, when she said she would share her account with others (someone did mention she, Triagonal, was one of the Alex-Crocodylia account's owners and all the art earnfully belongs to her, an accomplishment as https://www.heterodoxia.cl/2021/03/25/alfred-kubin-frente-al-abismo/ and https://immovabledistortalight.com/td7zcsej?key=ab7b6510c8cec834f5cd88f627f1f1a6 imply and which means those places are following the copyright policy https://www.deviantart.com/triagonal/art/My-copyright-policy-and-the-impact-it-extends-into-906668443 mentions and which explains the break in protocol as the replies at https://www.reddit.com/r/DeviantArt/comments/17f8mot/comment/k69p8cs/?utm_source=reddit&utm_medium=web2x&context=3 get into)

You should've started with J as that is more like it, unless one doesn't believe me (thus they then might believe the other nine more).

[portiaphan]

WHERE: Alex’s Villa WHEN: March 29th, 2019 TIME: Whenever baby graces Pandora with her presence  WHO: @czarnichego

Sleeping had become easier as she settled into the guest room. It was still hard to grasp at for more than a few hours at a time, but something was better than nothing. Thankfully, she was able to down enough coffee to sustain her through the day so she could at least work - and better yet was the fact that Alex had a decent selection of coffee. Slipping through the villa and into the kitchen had become a new morning ritual that made her feel like something was back to normal even if most things certainly weren’t. So, she slipped on a pair of slippers to get started. 

Seeing someone else in the space that wasn’t one of the Rallis brothers made her stop. Pandora didn’t know much about Brielle and she assumed the feeling was mutual. “Oh.” She made a vague gesture towards the kitchen. “I’m about to make coffee. Do you want some?” Even if she was reluctant to share, it was the polite thing to do - and she wasn’t about to be rude to someone when she didn’t even live here.