#also might want to work for the company that have the lecture some day because they look cool

[thisiswash]

just went to a manufacturing lecture and holy shit it’s so much more complicated than i thought it was

[erinwantstowrite]

opinions on ai?

This is the perfect time to share something I wrote a few months ago when I was upset about it:

AI is the bane of my existence and I hate it so much. Not only because of the environmental impact that it has, but because of how it gives us absolutely nothing of value in creative spaces and is actually a detriment to our future, rather than being "innovative" like companies want us to believe.

If you're using AI to write notes for you, or to answer questions, to write your essays and your discussion posts, you are hurting yourself. But eventually you will hurt others with your willing ignorance. You are not learning, you are not taking the time to push yourself to new bounds. You are not absorbing the information you need, and for why? Because it's hard? Life is hard. Learning is hard. If learning was easy, you wouldn't be learning anything at all. And one day when you need to use these tools you put down and gave to a program in order to do your job, you are going to get someone hurt in some way. If you're going into teaching and you didn't bother to learn about childhood development because you let an AI take your notes because you couldn't be half-assed to sit through an hour long lecture, you will fail every student that comes your way. If you're an engineer and you had AI do the math for you, something that you make will break and it could kill someone. Because the AI can not even count how many times the letter 'r' is in strawberry, but you're trusting it to make bridges or design buildings?

And in a creative sense, you are not an artist if you use AI. I will scream it from the rooftops if I have to.

You are not an artist if you use AI.

Because to be an artist is to put your very soul into what you create. And an AI has no soul. To be an artist is to lay yourself bare for people to witness and interpret, and it's scary but it's freeing. To be an artist is to make a message with your art, to have people a thousand years from now sit in a museum and feel connected to who you were so far in the past. To think that humanity may be different but we are also inherently the same. To be an artist is to despair over the process of creating your art because it's difficult, and time consuming, and damn does it drive you crazy. But then you get that end result and you realize you learned something about yourself, you got better at something that brings you joy, you created and now you see what you are capable of, and what you will be capable of in the future. To be an artist is to connect with someone because of what you made, and that someone includes yourself.

We keep telling young artists that they need to be better now, they need to quit if they aren't good at it on the first try. We keep acting like we didn't start from somewhere ourselves, like we were born with the fine motor skills and the talent needed to create. It's because our attention spans can't handle over 20 seconds and we need multiple videos playing to drown out our own thoughts. We have to look at comment sections to see the court of public opinion before we make a judgement ourselves. If anything is out of the ordinary or doesn't look the way we expect or want, it must be shamed. And this existence is exhausting because at the end of the day, we have done nothing of value. When coming across a video of a young artist who took the time out of their day to create, we need to encourage them to continue going, tell them that their work is worthy. Because it is. It is worthy because they made it. If we shoot them down before they can go anywhere, we've just killed an artist that could have painted the next Starry Night, or created a sculpture that millions of people would try to visit. We've shot down someone who could teach others how to create one day in their future. We shot them down and killed their inspiration and motivation, and they might turn to someone else to do it for them because they will believe they are not worthy enough or talented enough to make it.

When I was still in school, my favorite part of the year was seeing the projects put up on the wall. The silly displays our teachers put up to show a holiday with slightly wonky paper snowflakes, the posters that the art students made with "too many lightning bolts around the guitar", the signs for school dances, the yearbooks that students spent all year making, the English class posters that depicted scenes from what they were reading and they were made with stick figures or they had someone draw out butterflies. I loved seeing the decorations for Homecoming Week, loved looking ta the booths that everyone made for our career and science fairs. I liked when we put on talent shows still, when we did pep rallies and fashion shows and we saw everyone get together to have fun and not care if it was "perfect." No one there was a professional artist, not yet, but that didn't make it any less entertaining or creative.

We dance because we want to feel how our bodies move and express ourselves in ways words cannot. We paint and we draw and make pottery and quilts and pictures because at one point, all we had were cave paintings of our hands, and we still look at them with reverence for where we started. We sing and we drum and we laugh because music is a universal language that anyone can understand, and isn't that breathtaking? We write so that people in the future can pour themselves over our words and learn from us, so that kids can hide their books underneath their covers with a little flashlight when their parents put them to bed hours ago but they just can't put our story down they have to know what comes next! We cook for our loved ones and have family recipes that mean we've been tasting the same food that our family we never got to meet were eating too.

We create because humans are meant to create. We put our love into the process, we put our dreams and our hopes and our hard earned lessons into these creations.

AI will never have that. AI has none of the process, and therefore, it is not art. We can gripe about how art has different meanings all we want, we can shout that art is only art if it invokes an opinion or a thought, but that is not what makes art. Because there is still effort put into placing a shoe on a pedestal, or painting a yellow square, or painting a mural on a wall, or writing poetry in a tiny notebook at school, or melting crayons together, or anything that requires you putting it together. If AI is doing all the work for you, then you've accomplished nothing. And you stole from the people that actually did accomplish something. You stole not only their effort, but you stole their process, their feelings, their hope and their dreams and their ideas of the future.

AI is nothing and will ultimately become obsolete. Because humans will not stop creating just because companies are pushing for us to stop and hand it over to them. They want us to stop creating, they want us to pay them for it, they want us to put blind trust into what they're doing, they want us to forget that they are stealing from us. I will not forget. I will never forget. Because I was born to sing and dance and write and draw and cook, and when I die, my body will go right back to the Earth and perhaps flowers will grow around my grave. I will still be creating even then. And even if AI is still around and still trying to steal from us, I will die knowing that it could never do the same.

[forgeofthenine]

Can I request headcanons for Dammon, and Zevlor unconsciously wrapped his tail around their waist or leg (I can't decide because I love both of it too much XD) when his human gn crush is about to leave? They're surprised because they thought he was being too nice to tell them to leave so they asked with hopeful eyes if they could talk to him a bit more.

I had a great time writing this, I love tiefling tails! I hope you don't mind Anon, I added Rolan into the headcanons too :)

I'd also like to point people over to @underdark-dreams again as their recent tail headcanons have been my latest brainrot and these definitely take some inspiration from them <3

Tiefling bachelors stopping you from leaving with their tails

Dammon

Dammon finds it so hard to control his natural instincts around you

His tail swishes and curls towards you near constantly

It's something any other tiefling can recognise as him showing interest, but to you it's just 'how he is'

This time, you're both talking at his forge, discussing inconsequential things despite the fact it's already falling dark

As Dammons tail starts to sway faster you think it might be that you've overstayed your welcome

Dammons lovely after all and might not want to send you home

Your attempt at saying good night is interrupted however, as a firm tail wraps over your back and holds you in place

As your voice fades, Dammons face bursts into a blush, finally realising what he's done

The tail leaves you almost as fast as it appeared, a disappointing development

Dammon clears his throat, eyes not knowing where to settle, and finally he looks at you again

"Well, would you like to stay for dinner?"

Zevlor

This man has great self-control

Years of military work in the hellriders has perfected how he acts

What threatens to undo that is your very presence

You're with him in his makeshift office again, having a good go over the maps before lunch

Standing with a short yawn, you mention not wanting to take too much of the leaders precious time

It's then that a small panic runs through Zevlor, the man not quite ready for his company to leave, so what does he do?

Wraps his tail gently around your calf

He near hangs his head in shame over how forward the gesture was, even for a non tiefling like you

What reassures him is hearing your laugh ring through the room, surprised eyes looking back up at you

"I'm- I am so sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Zevlor, if you want me to stay, I'd love to."

This man never wants to let you go

Rolan

I can very vividly see how exactly this would happen with Rolan

We all know this man is so, so stubborn and he hates doing what others tell him to

He's the master of Ramaziths tower, it's been a long day of lectures, he's still grading papers despite the raging cramp in his hand

So you creep into his study to try and ease him away and off to his bed

Rolans shoulders tense under your touch before relaxing again, the only response you'll get from him other than a small hum

After what feels like ages, you decide he's much too stubborn even for you

Nothing works, soft words, rubbing his shoulders gently, whispered threats-

It's only once you turn away that a sneaky tail wraps around you waist and pulls

In no time, you find yourself sitting across the wizards lap, his face pressing into your neck

His breath is warm over your skin, his tail even more so as it curls comfortably around you

Rolan sounds truly exhausted when he finally speaks

"I'll go to bed, but only if you come with me."

[zhongrin]

gemesin

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, xiao, childe, al haitham, tighnari, kazuha, cyno, scaramouche, diluc

◇ tags ◇ more teeth-rotting floof what did you expect, slightly suggestive (al haitham)

◇ note ◇ translated to english, means “adorable” or “cute”

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

some (or in some of these cases, most) people wouldn't associate the word “cute” with your boyfriend, but you beg to differ.

the way he just hovers and lingers over you whenever he wants your company but doesn’t want to disturb you. if you keep ignoring him, he wouldn’t even realize it himself, but he’ll give you a wet puppy (hatchling?) look. at first, you might have thought that your eyes were playing tricks on you, but if you glance through the mirror - yup, there it is. best abandon whatever you’re doing and give him some attention now.

Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 9/10

once in a while, upon your continuous insistence, xiao will transform into his bird form. a tiny little thing, with magical blue-green feathers and a darker color on his beak, his signature golden eyes no longer catlike but beady-looking. his favorite nest? the top of your head. yes, he will peck anyone who troubles you without hesitation. yes, he will tuck his head under his wings when he sleeps. and yes, he absolutely enjoys the head pats and chin scratches you give him while he's in this form.

Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 10/10

drunk kazuha and severely sleepy kazuha has one thing in common: they’re utterly, completely, earth-shatteringly endearing. he’s whinier, more giggly than normal, and is very easily entertained by the slightest things. the simplest action like you booping his nose can instantly make a loopy smile spread across his lips and a breathy giggle escape his throat. oh, and did i tell you that he’s more honest and needier than usual in these states, too?

Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 9.9/10

when he pouts and whines and pouts and whines and burrows his face onto your stomach like a cat. maybe you didn't give him enough cuddles? forgot to give him his morning kiss? you’re not too sure, but you’re very sure that the way he puffs his cheeks as he gives you an expectant look is just plain adorable.

Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 9.5/10

this big, stoic-looking man has no weakness…. well, two weaknesses. the first one being you, and the second one being tickle fights. yes, he’s ticklish. yes, you probably discovered this because of kaeya’s big mouth. yes, you most definitely should test the theory. and if you have the physical abilities to catch up with the darknight hero, you might even be able to see a breathless, teary-eyed diluc laughing and almost choking on his own spit because he’s struggling to hold back his laughter as your fingers work their magic on that specific spot on his sides.

Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 7/10

the momentary drop in his expression as you catch him off guard on one of his rare days is truly a sight to remember. his eyes widening a fraction and his lips parting a tad, body flinching and frozen as his brain tries to kickstart and amend his reaction to a more subdued one. how does one achieve this seemingly impossible feat, you ask? well... either you do something entirely stupid (please note that you might be subjected to a two hours lecture after this) or you do something entirely inappropriate (like pulling him into a kiss in broad daylight in public, but then again, you might regret the consequences later)

Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 6.5/10

his ears, his ears, his ears. they’re sometimes even more expressive than his expressions, it’s worth dedicating an entire journal to observe and document their movements. his fox instincts are also very adorable, especially when he’s unconsciously trying to groom his ears and tails whenever his guard is down and he thinks that no one’s around. not many things can rival that endearingness... except perhaps the sight of the sulky pout on his lips when he presents himself to you after his grooming session and you don’t comment on it.

Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 8/10

when you reply to his bad joke with another bad joke. he’s so lost. and it shows in the way his eyes widen as he stares at you silently, head tilted a tad to the sides, his lips apart. you can literally hear the neurons in his brain working overtime to try and decipher your words. and the confused-slash-slightly-embarrassed lilt of his voice as he asks you to explain? it’s guaranteed to make you want to pinch his cheeks and kiss his nose.

Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 8.5/10

yeah no, there’s nothing cute about this prickly man…… unless. unless you manage to be the love of his life and earn his complete trust. it’ll take you years and the stars need to align perfectly and you'll need the blessings of all seven archons, but you might get the chance to see the rarest phenomenon in all of teyvat: a sleepy scaramouche, woken up from his slumber, clinging desperately to you when he senses you moving away from him on the bed. he looks like a cat that fell into the bathtub and is only halfway dried with all his hair sticking all over the place like that, but the cutest thing has to be the sleepy pout and the soft whines of “mm, stay with me please…”

Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 (surprisingly) — 9.5/10 (normally -5/10)

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[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

One of Us is Guilty; Prologue

Eight people, nine rooms, seven weapons. One person is guilty, and until they are found, no one is safe; from the perpetrator of the crime, or of being accused.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Divus Crewel, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengroto, Silver, Jade Leech, Cater Diamond

Content; Gender-neutral reader, unreliable narrators

Content Warning; Death (not described), murder (not described)

Word Count; 1.3 K (includes guide on how to participate at the end)

Find this content triggering but still want to participate? Go to this Google Form! <- form is now closed, thank you to the people who voted!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue (Part 1) | Epilogue (Final)

You were making your way down the main flight of stairs, ready to go crawl into your bed after the long day.

“Attention! Attention!” Crowley’s voice echoed over the PA system, still annoyingly chipper despite the late hour. What was he even still doing here? “Due to the weather, all remaining staff and students are under orders to stay inside the building until morning!” And the PA system cut out.

You groaned, “Seriously? It can’t be that bad–” A loud crack of thunder sounded directly above the building, causing the chandelier to shake. “Okay then,” you huffed, plopping down on the stairs, “I get the message.”

Of course, you would get stuck here for the night, guess that’s what happens when you stay back to study and work on assignments.

But you weren’t the only person stuck in the desolate halls of Night Raven College; seven others were in the same boat as you.

…

Vil was in the lecture theatre, reviewing his notes for the upcoming performance that the Film Research Club would be putting on next week. He too heard Crowley’s announcement and pushed his hair back, massaging his temple. He would not be getting a good night’s rest tonight.

“Tch, no use lamenting over it,” he sighed to himself. Carefully, he put the notes and suggestions away in their designated folder, and he made his way to the main hall. If anyone was still here with him, they might be there; at least he would have some company for the night, and not be alone in the empty hallways.

…

Professor Crewel was grading papers in the teacher’s lounge, and getting a migraine from it as well. “Have those pups learned nothing from me,” he grumbled.

He would much rather be at home in his finest pyjamas, scratching the chins of his dogs, but no, he was stuck here, and would be stuck until the storm passed or Headmaster Crowley got back on the PA system saying it was safe to leave. But knowing his employer, the man had transported himself home, leaving everyone stuck at the college oblivious.

I ought to wring his neck if he did.

…

Rook was in the library, perusing through various books, just looking for something to pass the time. He knew earlier that day that a storm was brewing, he could tell by the clouds and the faint smell wafting on the breeze. He also knew that Vil would be staying late, and he wasn’t going to leave Roi de Poison alone.

After going down a few aisles, Rook finally found a book to his liking. “Hmm, this is new. Ah, how interesting!” Tucking the book under his arm, Rook made his way to the lecture theatre, as that was where he had last seen Vil.

Perhaps un meurtre mystère would make for a good plot for a future performance?

…

Silver had fallen asleep in the cafeteria, apparently he had slept for most of the day. He had only woken up because of Crowley’s voice echoing loudly in the large, empty room.

Did they not notice? Silver rubbed his eyes and yawned. If he was here, there was a possibility of others also finding themselves stuck in the school for the night. The least he could do was make sure others were staying calm, and staying safe. Even outside of his duties he was ever still the protector, and far too kind.

“Hopefully no one got hurt…” he murmured to himself. There was something off, a dark presence of sorts, and it wasn’t just the dark clouds hurling down rain, hail, and lightning outside.

Something doesn’t feel right…

…

Azul was in the alchemy lab, perfecting the most complicated potion that was in his textbook; he had a reputation to upkeep after all, and didn’t want anyone usurping his rank at the top of the class.

There, I just need to add some belladonna and— the suddenness of Crowley’s overly loud voice coming over the PA system caused Azul to add too much, and the potion evaporated. Azul gritted his teeth, but took a step back. Perhaps a walk would help calm him down… he was going to have to replace all of those ingredients tomorrow…

“So close,” he hissed, and he started making his way down the hall, still muttering to himself.

…

Jade was washing the dirt from his hands, having just come back from checking on his fungi in the botanical gardens. He already knew before Crowley made his little announcement that he would be spending the night, which didn’t bother him all that much. Perhaps he could see what was in the kitchen, since he did have that new dish which looked and sounded to be divine.

But that could wait, Azul was most likely still working on that potion of his, and knowing the house warden, he had fumbled with the ingredients at the sudden noise and probably sulking… and Jade could use some amusement at the moment, and a sulking and slightly peeved Azul would do the trick.

…

Cater was in the kitchen, retrieving something for Trey since they were all out in the Heartslabyul kitchen. Of course it was something sweet, but Cater would rather be here than see the outcome of the freshmans’ antics. Sorry freshies, you’re on your own!

But now he was stuck here for the night, and having nothing better to do, and boredom starting to creep in, Cater brought out his phone and started recording. 

“It’s Cay-kun here!~” He gave a peace sign to the camera and stuck out his tongue. “Let’s see who we can find!” And he started chatting to the camera and walking towards the main hall.

…

…

Eventually, everyone had made their way to the main hall; you, Silver, Vil, Professor Crewel, Rook, Azul, Jade, and Cater. But there was no sign of Headmaster Crowley.

“Have any of you pups seen the Headmaster,” Divus asked, turning up a brow, and looked at his students with suspicion.

Everyone shook their head no. Divus sighed, and turned around the corner, in the direction of the Headmaster’s office, but he stopped in his tracks.

Curious, you looked to where Professor Crewel was staring; lying in the middle of the floor was Crowley, and he wasn’t breathing.

Dire Crowley was dead, murdered. And everyone was a suspect, including you.

About this Event

That's right folks, a classic murder mystery in the style of the board game Clue and some inspiration from the book And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.

At the beginning and end of each part, I will be including a link to a Google Form where people can vote for who they think is the murderer, what room the murder took place in, and the weapon that was used. There's also an optional question where you can explain your answer, just do know that everything was randomly chosen by a spinner.

The form will be active for at least 72 hours; it may go on for longer if I'm busy. A new form will be added with each part, just with the suspect, room, & weapon that was voted in the last part being removed if they were incorrect... and may take some inspo from the book I mentioned.~

In future parts there will be dark content, as this is a murder mystery; all of the content warnings will be included at the beginning, and also tagged (ie. cw death). Because of this, I will not be tagging people in future parts just as a precaution.

Now, let the investigation begin!

Link to Google Form

Suspects:

- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show?  (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley's co-worker (Peacock) - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what's happening (Mustard) - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the 'house-keeper', a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach)

Rooms:

- Main hall - Teachers' lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab - Library - Crowley's office

Weapons:

- Revolver - Rope - Dagger - Wrench - Candlestick - Lead pipe - Magic

...

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[thesimpthatneverstopssimping]

Bungo Stray Dogs characters and their love languages

Warnings: Talks of suicide (dazai's part)

Genre: fluff

Reader: gender neutral

Requested: no

Character: Dazai, Ranpo, Oda, Kunikida, Fukuzawa

A/N: just because it only says receive/give doesn't mean they don't like giving/receiving it. It just means they would rather one over the other

I needed to add Oda and Fukuzawa because I love them and they need more stuff written about them.

Osamu Dazai

Physical affection (receive ang give), words of affirmation (give)

• He loves to cling to you. It doesn't matter where or what you are doing.

- He will cling to you while you are trying to fill out paperwork and completely abandoning his own

- If Kunikida is lecturing him he will just walk over to you, hug you, then say something along the lines of "Kunikida is too strict" or "Kunikida is being mean to me"

• If you hug back or are also a bit clingy he will love it

• He will randomly complement you.

- He could be walking by your desk and just say "looking gorgeous/dashing as ever my (list of nicknames below)"

▪︎ nicknames: Belladonna, Prince, Princess, My love (he offen adds "my before the nickname), there are more but I can't think of them.

- He will complement you while asking if you will commit suicide but if you ask/tell him to stop asking he will.

Ranpo Edogawa

Physical affection (receive and give), words of affirmation (receive), Gift giving (receive)

• Another one that clings to you but not as much as Dazai. You would think he would cling to you more but he probably gets distracted by snacks

• We all know he loves receiving praise, so praise him and he will be over the moon

- Go over to his desk and hug him then tell him words of affirmation. This man will be smiles all day (doing it while giving him a bag of snacks nothing could ruin his mood)

• Give him candy and snacks. That's it.

Oda Sakunosuke

Quality time (receive and give)

• He would just want to spend time with you. All you two could be doing is standing there next to each other and he will cherish that time together.

- Even just trying to spend some time with him is appreciated. Even if he needs to be getting ready for work and you ask him to stay with you a few more minutes, he most likely won't be able to stay but he really appreciates the sentiment

- He does spend plenty of time with you.

- He sometimes takes you with him to see the kids

Doppo Kunikida

Acts of service (give)

• For this one he likes both but prefers to help you rather then be helped.

-Having trouble with paperwork? He will be right there helping you (he won't do it for you but he will help you a lot; to the point he is practically doing it)

- He will also cook and clean for you (don't take advantage of him he will know and he won't be happy).

- Do anything that helps him and he will be very happy (if you can give him a message he really needs it), even if it ends up a mess in the end. He will seem irritated and a bit snappy but he really appreciates you trying.

Yukichi Fukuzawa

Acts of service (give and receive), quality time (give and receive)

• He loves to help you and relieve your stress as much as possible.

- He also loves when you help him with anything. Take some paperwork off his hands or telling him to take care of himself and/or actually taking care of him (bringing him water/tea or a snack)

• He really wants to spend as much time as possible with you.

- If you work in the ADA during spare time he would ask you to visit him in his office and you two just enjoy each other's company.

- It might not be obvious that he likes being around you but he does.

[viviennevermillion]

With an asexual s/o

notes: just some self-indulgent headcanons. i don't think this is going to get a lot of notes but the ace community deserves more content.

contains: character x gn!reader, qpr in alhaithams part, the plot twist here is that the characters in question are also on the ace-spectrum

characters included: alhaitham, diluc, pantalone

warnings: mentions of sex in the context of being asexual, hints at harassment and a bit of violence in pantalone's part (not towards the reader)

aphobes, dc creators and consumers dni

Alhaitham

Let's be real here, Alhaitham as a kid took one look at romance and sexual relations and decided that he'd have a better time with a good book and a research trip to the desert. "You'll change your mind when you get older", they said to him. And then he didn't. And everytime someone brings that up he's kinda smug about it, in a told you so kinda way. Alhaitham always knew what he wanted and didn't want and people thinking they knew better was a hassle for him he'd rather not bother with.

Alhaitham is aware of the term asexual and that he falls under it by definition but he doesn't really care for putting labels on himself as he sees no necessity to find ways to explain and define himself to people. The only time he actively labels himself as asexual is when you come out to him to make things easier for you.

Alhaitham would be considered quoiromantic; he's not sure if what he feels is romantic attraction but the concept of romantic attraction also doesn't have much significance to him.

You don't get together with Alhaitham by asking him out and going on dates with him. Your bond just kinda happens. You spend a significant amount of time in each other's presence and Alhaitham finds that he quite enjoys your company. As you become closer, he notices he looks forward to talking to you everyday; to even engage in some playful banter with you. He can talk to you about all sorts of topics and your relationship just has this feel of mutual comfort to it. You can just idly sit next to each other and exchange a couple of words and somehow people can always tell you two are close. He's clearly looking out for you and you're very considerate of his habits and preferences. You're always each other's first choice for anything, whether it's spending your freetime together, seeking advice or working on something together. Alhaitham seems more at peace and happier when he's with you and so do you.

Several people had asked you whether you two were dating or just friends and feeling unsure of where you stood with him, you decided to talk to him about it. "And why would we need to put a label on it, hmm?", he asks and wraps an arm around you affectionately, "so people can put us into categories to ease their own confusion because they struggle to clearly define our bond?"

Alhaitham thought you might have romantic feelings for him and he was half-prepared for holding you a lecture on alterous attraction and how he doesn't experience attraction and relationships the same way most people do. When you come out to him as asexual he's like "god you're making this so much easier for me."

Alhaitham reassures you that he cares deeply about you and he'd like to keep you close to him as you already were. From that moment on, Alhaitham calls you his partner and you call him that too. What that entails? No one's business.

Alhaitham doesn't often initiate physical affection but he does a lot of idle motions like putting an arm around you when you sit down next to him or leaning his head against your shoulder when he's laying next to you and reading his book. He doesn't mind if you want to kiss or cuddle though.

It's clear as day to anyone who knows you that you two love each other even if they can't exactly define what you have as either friendship or romance.

Diluc

Lisa was the one person who started off teasing Diluc a little about having so many admirers and asking him "aren't you interested in any of them?" but she also was the first to notice Diluc was probably ace before Diluc himself even noticed he worked differently than most people around him.

But oh Diluc noticed, even if he didn't have a label to put on it before he met you. He always felt a little uneasy when the topic came up because he just knew it'd result in people asking questions and him not having an answer nor particularly wanting to answer them.

By the time he met you Diluc had become quite the expert in turning people down but the more time he spent with you, the more he noticed that he didn't want to turn you down. And that this time would probably result in you turning him down. Oh how wrong he was.

He could tell you liked him as time went on but he was hesitant about taking the next step because he feared you might, by convention, expect things from him he couldn't give you. And you felt the same way. So the two of you grew gradually closer, even flirting with each other on rare occasion, all while actively dancing around the confrontation because neither of you had an idea how to address the subject

You're the one who eventually tells him how you feel and comes out to him. Diluc asks a couple of questions and listens attentively as you explain asexuality to him. Then goes: "Oh, so there is a word for it.."

You felt really relieved to hear that Diluc felt the same as you did and that you helped him make sense of his experiences. He confessed to you that for a while he was worried that there might just be something wrong with him and that he's happy that's not the case and that he gets to be with you, someone who understands him and can relate.

He has a long conversation with you about your shared experiences because this is the first time he could talk with someone else about this without being at least partially dismissed. He also talks about your boundaries with you and his as well to make sure neither of you makes the other uncomfortable with something.

After the talk Diluc feels a little exhausted because even though it was relieving and enlightening, it was also stressful and made him feel a little anxious, given that you were talking about something he mostly kept to himself up to this point.

He asks if he can kiss you and if you say yes, he leans over and kisses you softly, letting you bury your fingers in his hair. His kiss is hesitant at first but he gets more passionate with time, smiling into the kiss when he notices this is actually happening. That you accept him the way he is and love him and are kissing him.

He lets you stay with him for the night, holding you protectively against his chest.

Pantalone

Painfully aware of the fact that he's on the ace-spectrum because the rich people he scams for his plans tend to get really good at oversharing about their sexual preferences after enough wine at the banquets. The alcohol is a double-edged sword because it sometimes works in his favor since he can find out people's weak points but it's also an easy spiral into "too much information, didn't need to know this"

Several of his business partners have tried to pressure him to join them in their endeavors because they "know a club in some fairly unknown alley" or have encouraged him to "hit someone up", which he always refused. Which is what bred the joke in those circles that the only thing that man is attracted to is cold hard cash.

He had many people who tried to make advances towards him, some because they were after his money and some because he was conventionally attractive. Quite a few entitled nobles had a tendency to mistake his mischievous and suave demeanor as him being flirty when really he was just scheming how to bleed them dry of all the money they have 💀

Some of them just wouldn't take "no thank you I'm not interested" as an answer, insisting they could change that. Most of them he just shooed away. Two or three ended up with some broken bones because they took it a step too far.

Pantalone has seen some shit and been through a lot and he hasn't been given physical affection in over a literal decade so he's actually fairly hesitant and receiving affection from you and he needs to warm up a bit to the idea of being kissed and held.

When you tell him you're asexual he's like "oh thank god, me too."

He always asks before he initiates any new physical contact or kisses you in a place he hasn't before to make sure to not overstep any of your boundaries. After all, he's receiving the patience from you he craved but most people wouldn't have given him.

He's pretty sex-repulsed because he spent too much time around the worst kind of people for the sake of harbinger business.

He's clingy and extremely gentle with you in private and will love you with all his heart but if anyone dares to give you shit over your asexuality or bothers you they'll receive the iciest death glare that banker is capable of. The one more step and you're a dead man kinda expression.

He'll smile and go "My, my, it sounds like you had quite the exciting day, my friend" at some rich, slightly intoxicated merchant making small talk with him at a gathering and telling Pantalone about all his pursuits of women and his affairs in detail but the second that person is out of sight, Pantalone's face falls and he looks at you with an "I'm done" expression. "I don't want to be here", he says dryly and you suggest to get another mousse au chocolat from the buffet and share it with him. "Yeah, let's", he takes your hand and glances at the guy who talked to him just now, "once I have his cash I'll buy you something nice from it." "Not this again, Pantalone." He gently kisses your lips. "See it as compensation for the emotional damage this conversation gave us."

Over the course of your relationship Pantalone finds out he's actually demisexual but that doesn't change anything between the two of you either. He adapts to you with ease, no matter what your boundaries are.

author's note: tagging @k-zu because he wanted to be tagged! ✨

[herasversion]

Modern Thrones: Unveiling Aemond's Layers

Autors note: Hey, so this is my first House of the Dragon story . It's an Aemond Targaryen x Reader story in a modern setting, and I'm planning to split it into multiple parts. Hope you like it!

summary: "In a college where life's twists shape futures, seeking help from Aemond Targaryen for laptop troubles reveals unexpected layers, especially when you realize he isn't as annoying as you thought."

In life, there are certain circumstances that can shape your future. As you walk through the halls of your college, with its almost castle-like appearance, you can't help but think this might be one of those defining moments. Or at least, you hope so because there's no other reason you would ask Aemond Targaryen for help unless it's absolutely necessary."

With his cocky expression, gorgeous hair, and, most notably, his singular eye, there is no one on campus who doesn't know him. The fact that his family hails from royal Valyrian descent certainly adds to his allure, not to mention that their family company stands as the largest law and tech enterprise in the world.

Even though it's widely known that he is less than pleasant, and despite the constant family conflicts, everybody still recognizes him. Sadly, he's the only one among his siblings who doesn't have many friends, largely due to his intimidating appearance. That's what you would say if he wasn't so incredibly rude.

As you walk into the library, you notice him sitting alone at a table. Some girls stare at him, finding his demeanor charming, but nobody dares to get close. Here you are, on the brink of surrendering your dignity, about to ask a favor from the person who consistently shoots down your ideas in the middle of the lecture hall and always manages to score two points higher than you.

As you walk up, Aemond looks up and starts smirking, almost like he knows what's about to happen. It's as if there's a big sign on your head, stating, "Here comes the moment when you have to swallow your pride and ask Aemond Targaryen for help with the malfunctioning of your laptop because apparently he is the only TA your professor trusts with all the work of the students."

You're already irritated because it's pure nepotism that your professor, out of all his other TAs, exclusively entrusts Aemond Targaryen with his files. That stupid smirk really ticks you off. As you stomp towards his table, his smirk widens, and there's a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

As you slap your laptop on the table, he looks you up and drawls, "Laptop trouble." All the while, he's sizing you up and down, assessing what kind of threat you might be. You give him your most sarcastic and fake smile, saying, "Yes, just some problem with the student files you're supposed to give us access to."

He looks up with a smirk and says, "What kind of files? I mean, it's not every day you ask me for help. Or do you mean the files the professor gave to us? Did he forget you?" He asks mockingly.

"Yes, those files," you say, annoyed. He laughs and says, "It's not every day you ask me for a favor. And what do you always say? 'Don't give anything if you get nothing,'" he drawls. You look up at him with the most pleading eyes you can muster.

He laughs at your expression and says, "You don't want to fail, do you? You just made TA." You look up at him annoyed and say, "Yes, not everybody can get everything just because of their family." Now he also looks annoyed and says, "I was just going to help because of the goodness of my heart." You scoff, but now he adds, "But now I want something in return," he says as he smirks. You get up angrily and walk away, not before he yells, "Meet me here tomorrow, then we'll discuss what you can do for those files," he drawls.

To be continued..

A/n: Drop your thoughts on where you'd like this story to go! Your feedback and comments mean a lot. Don't forget to reblog and share the excitement!

[berenwrites]

Late Again? - Stranger Things - Steddie - PG

Rating: PG | cw: mentions of sex | tags: fluff, rich Steve, post Vecna

Prompt: Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time (@sharpbutsoft)

A/N: Written for @steddielovemonth day 14. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. Hope you are having a great day full of love be it platonic or romantic.

Also on AO3 soon | All My Other Stranger Things Fic

Late Again?: Love Is Too Compelling!

“You should just quit,” Eddie said, doing his very best to drag Steve back to bed.

“And leave Robin alone?” he replied, slipping out of his boyfriend’s grip. “I couldn’t. She took a year out so she could earn some money for college, and I won’t leave to her deal with Keith on her own.”

“Let me guess, you offered to give her the money and she said no,” Eddie said, flopping back onto the pillows.

“Yep,” he said, searching around for his work vest. “She’s being stubborn, wants to earn her own way. I’ve tried explaining that since my Grandpa died I have more money than I know what to do with, but she keeps telling me I might need it in the future. It was hard enough to get her to let me pay for some proper driving lessons. Her dad is great, but good at teaching driving he is not.”

“I’ve seen her dad drive,” Eddie agreed, “he’s almost as erratic as his daughter.”

“They do take after one another sometimes,” Steve said, holding his prize aloft when he finally found his vest down the back of the nightstand.

They might have been somewhat enthusiastic the previous evening given how their clothes seemed to be in very random places. Not that Steve would ever complain. His sex life with Eddie was amazing, which went right along with how much he had fallen in love with his metalhead boyfriend.

“Please come back,” Eddie whined. “Just for five minutes.”

“You mean like yesterday’s five minutes?” he responded. “If I am late again, Robin might actually tell Keith, and I’ll have to sit through another one of his lectures about company loyalty and responsibility.”

He was very glad to find he still had plenty of clean underwear in the drawer when he pulled it open. Laundry day was a way off yet, thank heavens.

“Am I not worth it?” was Eddie’s next gamble in the dragging him back to bed game.

“Of course you’re worth it,” he said, leaning down for a quick kiss on the way to the bathroom, “but I happen to have the keys today.”

“I shall lay here and pine away thinking of how I have been abandoned,” Eddie added with huge drama.

“Write me a new song,” Steve shot back, sticking his head back into the bedroom after grabbing his toothbrush. “You know how hot I think that is.”

“I feel like an old-timey bard with a rich benefactor,” Eddie replied.

“Yeah, well when you and the band are rich and famous, I’ll be your kept man, okay?” he said with a laugh.

Eddie had tried to find a job in town after he had been begrudgingly allowed to graduate, but no one would hire him. Even though he had been completely exonerated and even made into a bit of a hero by Owens’ carefully created cover story, Hawkins was slow to believe. After Steve’s grandfather had died and he’d inherited a ridiculously large amount of money and the house in Hawkins, which it turned out his parents had never owned, Steve had offered to give Eddie the time and space to chase his dream.

It had taken some persuading, but neither of them planned to go anywhere until the kids were graduated, just in case it wasn’t as over as everyone said, so Eddie had finally acquiesced. Eddie had a set up in the basement where the band could also practice and, these days, he’d just about moved in permanently too. Technically he and Wayne had a house thanks to government hush money, but Eddie spent most of his time at Steve’s, and they had Wayne over whenever Wayne was free.

“Stevie,” Eddie called from the other room as Steve started the shower.

“Yeah?” he called back.

“Have you ever actually told Robin how much you inherited?” Eddie asked.

“Um,” he said as he thought about that. “No,” he realised, “but I did tell her I had so much I didn’t know what to do with it.”

Throwing around numbers had felt kind of wrong.

“You do realise you don’t exactly live an extravagant lifestyle these days, right?” Eddie said and Steve turned to find his boyfriend now standing in the doorway.

He shrugged.

“Guess I got used to budgeting,” he replied.

“Which is very noble, gracious knight,” Eddie said with a grin, “but are you sure she gets just how filthy rich you are now? I didn’t until you showed me the numbers.”

Steve had never thought of it like that. Throwing some of the paperwork he’d been given by the lawyers at Eddie had been part of his last-ditch attempt to convince his boyfriend to take him up on his offer.

“Ah, maybe not,” he had to admit.

“Then I shall return to bed and mourn your parting quietly today,” Eddie said, back to his dramatic flair, “but give Robin the numbers and invite her to be your live-in lesbian of leisure.”

“Our,” Steve corrected as he laughed at Eddie’s choice of words.

This was why he was sure Eddie had more than enough talent to eventually go global. One day Eddie’s words and music would be famous, he had no doubt. Using the money he had never expected to receive to give Eddie the time and space to realise his dream, seemed like the perfect plan.

“I still don’t know if she’ll say yes,” he said, pulling back the shower curtain to climb in, “but I will tell her. Now shoo before I’m tempted to be late again, because if she’s mad at me she won’t even give me the chance to talk.”

“As my liege orders,” Eddie said and bowed, which was hilarious given he was naked.

Steve gave himself a stiff mental talking to and refused to look too long. After all, he only had so much will power.

All My Other Stranger Things Fic

[fuchsiamae]

caveline 1, 14, 15

holidays - he never remembers when secretaries’ day is (he firmly believes than holidays should have a DATE to count, none of that nth weekday of whenever shit), but he’s told her to get herself something nice on his dime every year. generally she’s the type to self-sacrifice and act like a martyr about it (modest like that) but once in a while, if there’s a treat she REALLY wants, she’ll use his checkbook and say it was a secretaries’ day present. he never objects. she deserves it. 

insane moment: in let’s say 1973, once they’re bankrupt and struggling, she gets herself something stupidly frivolous—she’s not the furs-and-jewelry type, but she’s feeling bitter and in the mood for a fight. he’ll lecture her for wasting his money, she gets to say “so something nice for me is a waste of money?” except when he sees it and asks where she got it, and she says he bought it for her, he’s glad. he hates her self-denial schtick, she’s been working hard, she deserves it. let folks see he can still treat his girl right. (but it WAS a waste of money! how can he be so careless! oh she’s SO mad, and she doesn’t even get her fight. if she returns it he doesn’t notice, but I’m not sure she does—she does deserve it.) might throw this into t+t, it’s pretty

dancing - dance marathons were a big fad when they were growing up, they both know how to cut a rug. cave warms up the dance floor at every company party. caroline makes a point to dance with other men, ostensibly to keep their cover (it would look untoward if they only danced with each other) but nobody’s fuckin fooled by that, including cave. he knows (correctly) that she  just likes him cutting in. her favorite move:

scope out the prettiest girl here

palm cave off on prettiest girl

flirt a little with some nearby dude until he asks her to dance

never make eye contact with her partner the whole dance, because she’s watching cave watching her (while he ignores the pretty girl (she pays more attention to his pretty girl than her own dude (for normal heterosexual reasons)))

see how long his jealousy can simmer before he takes her back

if the dude is clueless enough to flirt with her while dancing, she will immediately recoil, which is cave’s cue to drop everything and go into the “is this guy bothering you?” routine. if the dude then does anything but back off while apologizing profusely, he will get canned. everyone who’s worked at aperture long enough recognizes this pattern and steers clear of it. 

singing -  she sings in private, when she’s relaxed or alone. she doesn’t sing FOR him, but she’ll sometimes do it when he’s near enough to hear. he likes that. knowing she has a nice voice and wanting to show her off, he once tried to goad her into singing at a company christmas nondenominational winter holiday party. just a casual thing, makeshift karaoke with jane from the typing pool on the piano. oh boy she did not like that at all. silent angry tears at the end of the night, no sex for a week, no GOOD sex until new year’s. he didn’t make that mistake twice. 

bonus: opera is a glados thing, not a caroline thing. she likes the way it resonates inside herself, now that she has a body with great acoustics. 

bonus bonus: not only is ellen mclain a professional operatic soprano, jk simmons ALSO has a musical theatre background, and does sing (god fucking help me)

[scotianostra]

One of Scotland's' most iconic films, Local Hero was released on February 18th 1983.

In the days before mobile phones we used to use things called phone boxes when we were not at home, and the phone box in Local Hero has become as iconic as the film itself.

There aren’t many films that have a 100% Tomatometer , on the movie website Rotten Tomatoes, backed up by an impressive 87% audience score, it should be all you need to know when choosing a movie to watch, expecially if you haven’t seen it before. IMDb also rate it highly with 7.4 out of 10.

Bill Forsyth’s oil-refinery comedy isn’t billed as a weepy. It is, however, a love poem to Scotland, and that’s what brings the lump to my throat.

Quirky, wry, gentle are words most often used for this comedy on the movie database site, IMDb, the starting point for many of my posts about those Scots in the acting profession in my posts. They brief story line on the site does not hint at the emotional turbulence you might soon be experiencing. So maybe it’s just me being a big sissy. Wouldn’t be the first time I lost the plot. All it says is "An American oil company sends a man to Scotland to buy up an entire village where they want to build a refinery. But things don't go as expected." The film is so much more than this and it stands the test of time much better than other Forsyth films like Comfort & Joy and Gregory's Girl, well in my opinion anyway!

Crackpot Texan oil magnate Felix Happer (Burt Lancaster) gets the idea that a small Scottish fishing village would be a marvellous acquisition for his so-rich-it-makes-you-sick company, Knox Oil and Gas, so he sends an executive gopher named MacIntyre (because that sounds Scottish, yeah – played by Peter Riegert) to close the deal and get the pipeline pencilled in.

“Mac” is met by some local “dork” called Oldsen (a young Peter Capaldi), who attempts to steer him through a tartan microculture that includes a lawyer-cum-publican/hotelier (Denis Lawson) who tapdances while standing on a chair shouting “Stella” – the name of his ever-randy wife; there is a super-hard marine biologist played by Jenny Seagrove who, after delivering a short lecture on the North Atlantic drift, ends up helping Oldsen to find that pistol in his pocket; and then there is a scene in which a very whisky-sodden Mac calls Texas from a red phone box on the harbourside, a phone box that has featured in so many peoples snaps when visiting Pennan in Banffshire.

Other bits of business in the film involve a salty Russian seafarer and overflying warplanes. You can see how it got the comedy tag, and I haven’t even mentioned the thing with the rabbit. And you can see how Mac ends up smitten.

This is all top material from a very talented writer/director, with photography and music from Glasgow born Mark Knopfler matches the acting and direction perfectly. But on first viewing I found myself asking halfway through, “What is this film actually about?” After not very much thought, I came to the conclusion that it was not a How Things Never Go According to Plan story, but a love poem to Scotland and the Scots. A bit slushy, but never mind. It’s only a film.

The scene when Mac phones to describe the Northern Lights, to me is very special, but the scene that prompted the lump in my throat at the end of the movie is when, having failed in his mission to secure the Knox refinery deal and mutilate one of Planet Earth’s most beautiful locations, Mac returns to his frigid steel-and-glass Houston apartment. He stands at his kitchen counter wondering what to do next, the hushed march of oil capitalism buzzing gently outside. He pulls from his coat pocket a handful of pebbles and shells, smelling one of them poignantly remembering as he spreads them on the work surface.

As Knopflers music gently plays he goes to his balcony and looks out to the city......the scene fades to black, then reopens 4,500 miles away, where, on the harbour side of a small Scottish fishing village, we see the phone box, perhaps ringing and the credits begin as the horns of Going Home blast out.

Others in the film include Rikki Fulton, Alex Norton, Kenny Ireland, John Gordon Sinclair and of course Burt Lancaster.

[ronearoundblindly]

A, D, E for jimothy please? 🥺💕

Prompts from this dirty ask game, and since I am not able to make a story canonically accurate to time period or the location of The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond (plus I grew up in the South *gag* and don't want to relive it), this is for the Common Education, a modern AU, where Jimmy is finally taking advantage of his scholarship to NYU (not Ole Miss b/c *more gagging* sorry).

These asks do contain explicit description, so MINORS DNI.

A - Alone Time

I don't even care if this is a spoiler, but you catch him masturbating once, before you two ever even admit feelings for each other.

Jimmy's roommate, Steve, is an art history major taking several of your classes. Since Steve is sickly, you were kind enough to set up a video feed of your lectures, and Steve often plays them whenever he's feeling up to studying/reviewing. Jimmy is very used to hearing your voice come from the adjoining room of his dorm suite.

What he doesn't realize, as he's daydreaming about you laid out on one of those flimsy tables on the lecture hall platform, is you are actually visiting your student to see how Steve is doing. Jimmy isn't listening to the exact conversation; he's just thinking about you muttering quietly as he runs his hands over you.

And then Jimmy 'imagines' you saying his name, chanting it really, loudly because his touch feels so good, and he reaches his end with an "'m coming' out loud.

Which made you--who was actually knocking to say a quick hello to your former student--think it's okay to open the door, and he scrambles to cover himself in bed, mid-orgasm.

🥴 so get excited for that tale...

At the general store he took over from his drunk father back home, he only needed a computer that could calculate finances and contact suppliers, do some inventory tracking, etc. He didn't need a fancy laptop and he didn't need it at home, so Jimmy has never bothered much with porn. He had some casual girlfriends over the years, and Jimmy is...pretty good-looking. He never hurt for company.

Working 16 hour days regularly also left very little time to care about anything other than sleep.

D - Dominance

Jimmy might not be forward, but, yes, he is dominant. The largest population in his hometown was farm animals, and his own parents were a terrible example of a relationship. We are lucky he knows not to just mount someone he likes and stuff his dick in.

Jimmy was one of those men who didn't understand female pleasure until a knock-down, drag-out, drunk screaming fight with his ex at a bar. To be fair, how would he know he hadn't made her come if she faked it every time?

Anyway, he's dominant in the way that he's pretty raunchy in bed. He praises and coaches you as much as he orchestrates your position. He also does all this with respectful vocabulary but in an extremely dirty voice.

It's, uh... It's good. It's real good.

E - Extra Info

He has smoked for so long he has an oral fixation. Enjoys using his mouth on you very much. If he weren't quite vanilla in his sexual tastes, he'd probably realize there's a reason he loves you in a choker necklace. Just saying. Oh! And Jimmy go nuts over dainty, feminine things you wear. Lace panties are kinda his pinnacle of 'needs to fuck now' if he sees you wearing them.

He's never admitted to another living soul that he's had a fantasy about being cockwarmed while he stands behind the store cash register. Also, last but not least, Jimmy gets way more aggressively naughty during sex the fancier/nicer yours/his clothes are. I don't have an explanation for that, but I know it's a fact. So there. 😁

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[starcrossedyanderes]

Okay idea that you totally don’t have to do anything with:

Xavier’s darling is (like me) a history nut and knows about a lot of history from all over the world from reading books and watching documentaries

So when Xavier decides to start a long lecture about Colvakia’s history because his future wife needs to know these things, darling finishes his sentences and eventually takes over the lecture as Xavier sits there stunned with major heart eyes

I just know he’d be so happy and think that it was so cute that his darling already knew all about his homeland, he might even think it’s fate

This is so long, but I couldn’t help it! Inspiration struck, ya know? Also I assure you, I am working on that Tom fic!

Xavier taps a baton onto a large map that hung up on the wall.

“Ok, dahling, listen up. It is absolutely vital that you learn and remember the history of Colvakia, if you want to rule it one day with me.”

You were sat down at a table, notebook and pencil at the ready. You nodded your head eagerly, being the little nerd you are.

“Alright then. Colvakia for quite a while was part of Österreich-Ungarn, or as you may know it, the Austro-Hungarian empire. But in 1918 the Great War, or World War 1, ended and the empire was dissolved. Colvakia was one of the countries that were formed.”

Your eyes shined with excitement, the eager learner you were.

“But in 1922 the Soviet Union was formed. And a few years before that the Romanovs were assassinated. This is where the history of Colvakia really starts to begin.”

You eagerly raise your hand, practically bouncing on your toes. Xavier sees this and raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, dahling?”

“But aren’t the Devorskýs related to the Romanovs?”

Xavier nods his head, content with the question.

“Very good, dahling! We in fact are related to the Romanovs! We were cousins that managed to evade the slaughter. And this is important why..?”

Xavier lead me on with that question.

“So it makes your claim to the throne legitimate!”

Xavier chuckles at your eagerness.

“Correct, once again (Y/n)! 100 points to you!” Xavier snaps his fingers, instantly summoning a servant. “You there, get the future tsarina some ptichye moloko! I think she’s earned it after such a-“ Xavier goes in to caress her cheeks “-wonderful answer” Xavier steps back and the servant scuttles off, probably to the kitchen.

“Now, with the Soviet Union now formed, you can imagine some people did not want any part in it, or wished for refuge. So that is how Colvakia got such a surge in Russian citizens. But, around World War 2 we were conquered by Germany, then the Soviets. You can understand how this was an awful time for us.”

You solemnly nod your head, thinking to all the suffering that must have occurred.

“We mostly kept to ourselves, primarily farming. And by some miracle, we were relinquished to our own devices! The Soviets were too busy on other fronts, that we were able to be relinquished from their grip!”

You raise your hand again.

“Wasn’t that called the Day of Miracles?”

Xavier eagerly nodded his head, so happy with your answer.

“Yes, it most certainly is! It got its name because of how many miracles seemingly occurred that day. For one, the fact we got our independence back so quickly. The second being forces from other countries thinking we were still occupied by Germany, and the fact most of the Soviet forces that were present were redirected. Many say it took an act of God for all to happen, hence the name.”

“Now, we were in an interesting state. We needed to rebuild, and most of our citizens were immigrants from Russia or other countries. But we were also heavily Austrian-Hungarian still, hence where we get our 3 main languages or German, Russian, and English.

Now, here’s where the Devorskýs come in. My great grandfather, Dominik, was a rather wealthy man as he came from rather high ranking Russian nobility. But they also used that money to build varying companies, along with farms. He had a specialty with breeding peacocks, hence the prevalence of them here. Either way, Dominik was also known as a rather kind man, who essentially spearheaded the rebuilding efforts. In fact, many buildings here are named after him because of his funding of philanthropy.”

You oohed, at this fact, as it finally answered why you’ve seen so many buildings with the name Dominik.

“Now, Colvakia was in need of a government, and we played around with regular democracy for a bit there. But it was terribly, terribly corrupt in our case. It was how we ended up under the thumb of the Germans, then Soviets. Also, it was completely and utterly rigged. So still reeling from that, we thought it was best to stay away from that form.

But we also saw how badly communism affected us, and knew it wasn’t a viable option. So that mostly left a monarchy as the only option.

Oddly enough, Dominik had-“

You couldn’t help it anymore, you had to blurt out what you knew!

“Dominik was volunteered for the role because of his philanthropy and him being a leader already! Also people liked him being descended from Russian royalty so they eventually declared him King! Then Colvakia slowly gained more land from either purchases, or some countries volunteering to join them! That’s how Colvakia got to where it is today!”

You panted, trying to catch your breath after blurting out so much. Meanwhile, Xavier just stared at you, in awe.

“Y-yes. Absolutely correct!”

Before you knew it, you were being absolutely bombarded with kisses.

“Correct! All of it! Wunderbar dahling! Wunderbar!”

Xavier let out a chuckle

“You cheeky little thing, I bet you were just trying to put me under your spell even more!”

You chuckled as well

“Well did it work? But in all seriousness, I just really love history.”

“Well, it’s certainly clear you are meant to be queen one day. And here I thought I couldn’t fall in love even more~”

[the---hermit]

@serendistudy sent me the most beautiful wintery card, and yes I am still posting museum pics.

02|12|2023

I am cold and sleepy and I can hardly focus on my book during the day so I am glad I am still doing the relistening of the magnus archives, because it's keeping me company. I have been midly productive today with more low energy tasks, but I am happy I finished brain dumping everything I want to say in the lecture about my experience working on my thesis. I feel like the biggest part of the job is done, now I just have to figure out a way to structure my speech, and I might do that next week. I also realized that I am actively avoiding working for my English lit class because it gives me anxiety for some reason. Hopefully next week I'll be more energetic and manage to read some articles to finally write my paper. Another prority is going to be reading and writing notes on the book I have to study for my power practices class. I wanted to create a to do list with deadlines for myself but today I was too mentally tired to do that so I'll either do that tomorrow if I feel like it or on monday afternoon.

calm hobbit winter activities and productivity:

read first thing in the morning

finished fixing and highlighting the lecture notes of my power practices and men theories class

continued working on the material for the lecture i'll guest in at the end of the month (I am writing down a bunch of ideas that I will later organized in a somewhat coherent speech)

reorganized part of my stationary

made a very simple weekly spread on my bullet journal for next week

finished gathering ideas for the lecture I'll have to speak at before the holidays, so now I am only left with putting everything in a coherent order and figure out what I am going to say

Irish on duolingo

today's self care:

took my meds and supplements

low energy tasks

warm herbal tea with honey to help with my pains

📖:Bookshops And Bonedust by Travis Baldree

[moni-logues]

BTS on International Women*'s Day!

This is a silly little thing I wrote last year and, here we are again! So here we are again lmao. It's silly, it's nonsense, please don't take this too seriously 😅

BTS x woman* reader

Jin He’s thought about this quite a lot. He wants to acknowledge it because it’s important to, but at the same time, he doesn't want it to come across like an empty gesture. He thinks he treats you equally, respectfully, all the time (as he should!) so would it really be meaningful to ‘celebrate’ this day? In the end, he leaves it up to you: he asks if you want him to do something and what it might be. You haven’t really thought about it, to be honest; you ask him to cook you dinner, which he would’ve done anyway because you don’t like cooking and he does.

Yoongi He wants to spend the day with his face in your pussy is what he wants to do. Unfortunately, jobs exist. So he goes downtown to start the day and eagerly awaits the time when you are both back from work so he can go there again. Wants you to come more times than you can count and then when you’re immobilised and dazed, he’ll bring you dinner in bed.

Hoseok Buys you something sweet and accepts it graciously when you explain that maybe needless consumerism isn’t the best present on this of all days. You tell him that you really appreciate him doing something to acknowledge the day anyway. Since his first gesture didn’t go down the way he hoped, he gives you another: improvised strip tease and the most devoted dicking down you’ve ever had. You find out later that he also donated a significant sum to a women’s charity that you support.

Namjoon He’s been planning for this, actually. Gets tickets to a lecture or an exhibition or theatre show or something relevant. He also looks into the company’s gender policies and asks your opinion (should he take it further? Ask the women in the company? Do something else?); prepares an evening where everything is taken care of and you don’t have to do anything.

Jimin Mr People Pleaser wants to please you all day. Breakfast in bed, helps you get ready, takes you to work with a packed lunch he prepared himself, picks you up from work and takes you home, massages your feet, hands you wine, wants to hand-feed you dinner (at which you draw the line). Does it all laughing at his over-indulgence and knows he’s being silly, but wants you to know that he also takes it seriously, so asks you to give him advice on a cause he can support or donate to.

Taehyung He’s thought about it and decided that he will do any and every chore that needs doing on this day, but doesn't realise that there's very little that needs doing because you've already done it all; he also thinks about just how much of the housework and chores he usually does and decides he’ll monitor it going forward to see if he could be pulling his weight more in general (forgets this as soon as the clock hits midnight on the 9th!).

Jungkook Thinks about it a lot. Takes advice. Thinks about it some more. Struggles with wanting to show his appreciation without wanting to make too much of a fuss. Ums and ahs for so long that he’s sort of left it too late to do anything special. Decides he’ll just agree to do anything and everything you want -- as if the good little boy doesn't do that every day anyway!

[vatnalilja]

Lamli x Reader

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You return to the mansion and are greeted by an exuberant Lamli the moment he spots you. He always misses you when you're gone.

1940 words, pure fluff

"Master!"

Lamli's voice is the first thing you hear when you step out into the garden. He's standing with Ammon by the rose bushes across the lawn, but like a hawk, he notices you the moment you arrive. Ammon's eyes crinkle as he pokes his tongue out toward you. Lamli, on the other hand, looks so excited he might cry. Unable to restrain himself, he rushes across the yard in your direction.

You brace yourself for the impact of his hug, which you make no effort to stop, laughing as he overshoots you. He rings his arms around you on the way past and forces you backward several steps. Had you not prepared yourself, he would have bowled you over completely, but you've learned to accommodate for his overeagerness. A tumble with him wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but you'd like to spare him the lecture on etiquette.

"Lamli, don't get yourself in trouble!" Ammon calls as he continues watering the roses.

"You've been gone so long!" Lamli says as he pulls at your hand.

"Just three days," you say.

"I've been so bored. How long are you going to stay?" he asks.

"I can stay overnight," you say.

His vivid green eyes light up and he hugs you again, then leads you from the main garden and away from Ammon's prying eyes. You stroll down the trail for a minute before he veers off path and pushes some branches out of the way, holding them for you as you follow, and heads through a thicket along a narrow deer trail. You finally break free into a small clearing that makes for a nice place to hide if, say, one is trying to hide from their chores.

He sits, still holding your hand, and you join him on the ground. With your other hand, you pat your legs—he doesn't need an explanation or to be told twice. He lets go of you, lies down, and rests his head in your lap. When you run your hand through his soft black hair, he pushes his head into your palm as he beams, his big eyes staring up at you.

"How much trouble did you get into while I was gone?" you ask.

"I did my work, I swear!" he says.

"Oh?" you ask.

"Most of it. I dusted your room!"

"Thank you," you say as you brush his freshly trimmed bangs from his forehead.

"It's hard when you're gone," he says

"You have friends here with you," you say.

"It's not the same. I know you have your own life, but every day you're gone, I wish for you to hurry back," he says in a quiet voice.

His sunny disposition falters, but he does his best to mask his anxieties with another laugh. You shake your head and lean down to pull him into a hug. He wraps his arms around your shoulders as he falls silent.

All these men put on their best act for you, but over the months, you've learned that each of them is wounded. You might not know all the details of their pasts, but they could also use a few reminders to take care of themselves. It's been a struggle, but they're starting to realize they can come to you when they need help, too.

"I'm here now," you say.

"I love seeing your smile so much."

"Yours was the first one I wanted to see when I arrived today," you say.

"I love you so much," he sniffles.

One of the reasons you grew to prefer Lamli's company is because he communicates his emotions so freely. You never need to guess how he's feeling. He may be prone to sudden mood swings, but you've never been the subject of his anger. Talking him down from his bizarre rages when you're in public together can be an ordeal, but as the object of his affection, he listens to you.

"Why do I always look so terrible in front of my master?" he mumbles.

"Like when you passed out on the beach?" you ask, mussing his hair.

"Ugh," he says, burying his face in your stomach.

"Or when you brought us that ceremonial wine to drink?" you tease.

"Master!" His voice is muffled by your body.

"I know you're embarrassed by those moments, but I remember them fondly because they allowed me to see the Lamli who tries his hardest. Besides, if you came to my world, you'd see me mess up, too," you say, combing your fingers through the back of his hair. "Say, do you still have the clothes we wore when we worked for the Portrea family?"

"Yes..."

He rolls back, resting his head in your lap again.

"Why?" he asks.

"Oh, I was just thinking," you say.

"I’ll put it on and dance for you tonight!"

He sits up at your side, excitement completely replacing all of his anguish. His cheeks are flushed, but now that the idea is planted in his head, it'll be impossible to stop him. You'd feel a twinge of guilt for encouraging him, but who's here to chastise you? Not too long ago, all of them pulled their clothes off to show you their seals. Some were more eager than others, but none of them hesitated.

"I'd like that," you say. "And bring a bottle of wine if you have one."

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