#and the pay scale is the same so they would give me a raise after a few months
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i'm so bummed i accidentally turned town a job interview for a job where I could have worked with a good friend and mentor 😔
#i was telling her abt the preschool i got hired at and i was like yeah im worried bc the other teacher doesn't seem nice#and the student teacher ratio is really bad they're really understaffed and underfunded im just really worried it will be too much for me#and she was like oh you should apply to the school i work at bc we're hiring snd the ratio is great and the pay might be better also#and i never knew the name of the school she worked at until then#and its one i DID apply to but i told them nevermind after this one hired me 😬#but now i really wish i'd taken that interview#i'm going to call or email first thing on monday tho and hopefullyyy i can get in for an interview before i start my new job on thursday#so i wont literally have to take time off for it#and then if they offer me i will be able to tell the new job nevermind while its still early#either that or i'll try to stick it out a few months then apply to the other one for summer or something#but im not sure whether its best to quit immediately or let them think im dependable and staying then leave in three months lol#but mostly for the other job idk if it would ruin the opportunity to tell them nevermind i want the job a week after i said no#compared to a few months later#they might have forgotten me by then which would probably be good#idkkk#my first reference literally works there which will hopefully help and maybe they'll give me a break#the pay scale looks the same as the one i just accepted but i think they'll offer less bc they're not as desperate#but i literally dont care its such a better working environment#and the pay scale is the same so they would give me a raise after a few months#and the work will be so much easier#and the commute#and i Definitely know i can work with my friend#vs the co teacher at this new job who seems really intense and unfriendly#anyway!!#im really anxious abt this new job and i'll stay if the other place wont take me now#but i really hope they give me another chance#also its super close and easy drive and the commute for the other one scares me a bit lol#this has been a shitpost
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naga partner manhandles you with their tail 🙏
Ooh I love nagas. You didn't specify gender so I'm going to make both gender neutral
gender neutral reader X gender neutral naga
Tw: rough handling, biting kink
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Most mornings were easy, your partner was too busy warming up on their heating pad to complain too hard about you going into work. The day would start with you wriggling your way from their sizable tail before taking a shower. You'd get your breakfast and coffee before leaving after giving them a peck on the cheek.
Some mornings, however, they wouldn't let you go without a fight. This was one of them.
"I have to go into work." You know they won't care about that the moment their tail wraps your leg.
Your naga lets out a huffy sigh, tail trailing up. "I could provide you with everything you need without that silly job getting in the way."
"That silly job pays for your food bill." You tease, turning to look at them. It was a mistake. The way the morning light shines on their gorgeous scales is far too distracting. "And your heat pad."
Your naga partner clearly doesn't like that assessment. Their expression darkens slightly. "I can feed us both and I don't need a fancy pad to warm myself."
"Oh no?" Your raised eyebrow is another mistake.
You yelp as a strong force shoves unexpectedly on your chest. Before you know it you're wrapped in a coil and pushed into the floor right in front of them.
Your breath is knocked out of you, and not just from the force of it. Naga!Partner's eyes gleam with satisfaction as they loom above you. You're sure they can feel the jump in your heart rate. A devilish smile crosses their face.
"If you think I can't, get out of my coils and go into work."
For a moment you stare open mouthed at them. Get out of their coils? How does this prove that they can provide for you?
Finally you start wriggling against the well muscled body, trying to ignore how intently your naga watches. It doesn't take long before you're out of breath.
Unwilling to admit defeat you start kicking your legs and manage to make minor headway. Before you can be proud of that you hear tutting from Naga!Partner and another section of tail wraps your legs before you're yanked upside-down and dangled in front of the naga's eyes.
Heat flushes your face. "Hey! I was doing what you told me to!" A chaste kiss to your lips has you too flustered to splutter out more of your indignance.
"Are you just giving up?" The smug tone causes your blush to spread further.
You try to curl up and grab their tail but are stopped when they use another coil to shove up into your back, arching it almost uncomfortably. Once again the breath is knocked from your lungs.
You barely have time to get it back before Naga!Partner shifts the end of their tail to force your legs open just enough to put you in a very vulnerable position. They tease your crotch with the tip.
Despite what you should be wanting, to get free, a sharp moan escapes your mouth.
Your naga's breath tickles the back of your neck and sends shivers through your body. "I can provide for you." Their hiss is somehow so loving and so angry at the same time.
You open your mouth but are embarrassed the only thing leaving it is a breathy whine. Something cold and flat slides into your hand. Only a moment goes by before you realize what. Your phone; a clear demand to call in sick.
It takes effort but you manage to speak without another whine. "I have-...I have to work."
"No," Naga!Partner's teeth skim the skin on your neck. You can feel their fangs trail along. Goosebumps form where they do. "I can provide for you."
"Need...need t wo-work...!" You manage to choke out. To be honest you don't really care about it anymore. Your heart is racing, body throbbing with every shift of your naga's muscles, mind foggy with need.
Their fangs push into your skin. It's not enough to break it but it is enough to cause a jolt through your shaking frame. "I will provide you with what you need today."
You call in sick, and just as promised your Naga!Partner provides all you need and more.
#monster fucker#monster smut#naga smut#monster x reader#monster x human#gender neutral reader#biting kink#hope that was rough enough#it was probably pretty mild actually? sorry if it was less than expected#to be honest I love reading Naga but this is the first time writing it!#pa-bear writes
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Met Him Last Night | P. Graves
pairing: phillip graves x gender neutral reader
synopsis: you make a decision to trust him, just this once. don't be surprised when it backfires.
warnings: graves, mentions of soap's death, possible timeline inaccuracies, one sexual reference
a/n: based on the song "met him last night" by demi lovato ft. ariana grande :) down bad for this man pls he's my american babe
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“Red or white?”
“Neither.”
“White it is,” They tell the server, pointing to one of the names.
You sigh, leaning back in your seat. What were you doing this late at night here? With him?
Graves is sitting in front of you, smirking at your sour expression and you want to rip it off his face.
The server returns with the bottle and two glasses, pouring it for both of you. Graves thanks him and then gestures for you to take a sip. He grabs his glass, raises it to you in a toast, and waits. You hesitate for a second before grabbing the other glass. After all, what’s there to lose? You’ve already sat here with him, might as well make it more bearable.
“That’s more like it,” He chuckles as you take a huge gulp. It has a hint of white peaches, delicate, but rich and intense as you finish it.
You set the glass back down. “You’re an instigator.”
“So they tell me,” He replies with ease. “But isn’t this so much more fun than drowning in your own sorrows?”
You’ll give him that, at least. You weren’t sure why you thought this was a good idea. You don’t really believe in Graves and what he stood for. Or lack of what he stood for.
Yet, here you were, sat in this restaurant with him, indulging him when you shouldn’t. A meeting with the devil.
“You know you don’t have to like so sour to be here, darlin’. It was your choice to contact me.”
“I’m starting to regret that,” You mumble, knowing he was right. In a moment of weakness, you begged for a contact with him and did some dingy shit, but you got it. You should at least give him a chance after all that hard work.
“I’m not good enough company?”
“I’ve had better.”
He fakes a frown. “Hurtful, really. But I know you’re mourning, so I’ll let it slide.”
You roll your eyes. “How generous of you.”
“You know, they do say I am quite a giver.”
You narrow your eyes at him. Giver? He must have spoken wrong, he was a digger. Grave digger or gold digger. They both fit him. “Well, that’s some bullshit.”
Graves laughs, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “No, I’m generous to the right people,” He corrects you. “My shadows get bonuses every year for Christmas.” He extends a hand to gesture at the table. “I’m paying for our lovely dinner tonight. Think that must constitute for something.”
“Thank you,” You said, honestly. He was right after all, you called him here and all you’ve done is hurl insults at him. “I’m sorry.”
He quirks a brow. “For what?”
“I could be better company.”
“Ah, nonsense!” He waves a hand, dismissing your apology. His voice lowers, “Anyone in your position would be the same way, snippy and all.”
“I’m not snippy!” You’re quick to defend. Though the look on his face says you might have just proven his point. “A little snippy,” You admit.
“And that’s okay. It’s never easy losing a teammate to something so… preventable.”
You clench your jaw at that mention and he takes quick notice. “But enough of that. Let’s talk about you.”
“What about me?”
“Anything you like, darlin’.”
“I have a cat,” You blurt out.
“Do ya?”
You nod. “Yeah, my friend takes care of him while I’m away. He’s uh… a tuxedo.” You pull out your phone to show him a picture. “He’s a little shit.”
Graves leans in to look at the photo of your cat. “He’s cute, can’t blame him.”
You snort. “I can’t have a Christmas tree 'cause he scales that thing to the top.”
“So he likes a little fun.” Graves shrugs. “Don’t see nothin’ wrong with that.”
You shake your head, a little amused. Of course, he would say that. “It’s more than that.”
“Then tell me.”
The conversion becomes easy after that. After you stopped insulting him, at least. Anyone who knew you knew the easiest way to get you to open up was through your cat. Maybe the wine is getting to your head, but he’s not so bad. Phillip makes you laugh, you make him laugh. You banter, you rant, you cry, and he understands. He promises you exactly what you’re looking for.
“We don’t play by the rules, darlin’. Believe me, I can get you exactly what you want.”
You’re gone after that, having split the bottle of wine between the two of you. Any rational thoughts of what’s wrong and right have left your mind. The devil has promised you something, and he always keeps them. And perhaps you’ve promised something you shouldn’t have.
He pays the bill, he walks you home with a hand on your back, and he stands at your doorway saying ‘goodnight.’
But you don’t want to be alone.
He spends the night. Once. Twice. Three times. Too many to keep track of, but you didn’t care to anymore. Not when you sang Phillip’s praises when he was between your legs, or when he’s bringing you flowers when he sees you, or holding you late at night as you continue to mourn and find comfort in someone like him.
There’s something warm and fuzzy about him. Something that makes your head spin and your legs weak. You don’t think when he’s around (maybe that’s the problem), but you don’t need to.
“Never have to worry your pretty head ‘bout a thing darlin’.” Phillip would say, and so you did.
You let him take care of your plan, your revenge, his promise. You let him take of you, healing some part of you that hadn’t after you lost Johnny.
At least that’s what you thought, but maybe you got lost along the way, turned around, and headed straight into his arms.
He made it so easy after all, didn’t he? To believe in him, that is. And you did a fucked up thing, really. A mistake on your part. Phillip had loyalty to no one but his shadows. For you to even think he’d extend that to you? Well, you had to be stupid or in love.
And you weren’t stupid.
You storm around your apartment, phone gripped tightly in your hand. You were fucked.
“Are you kidding me?” You practically scream.
“Darlin’, please, it’s not personal.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You used me.” You’re practically fuming at him. He was smart, finding you when you were vulnerable, and letting you reach out first. He prayed on your innocence, on your hurt. You damn sure weren’t letting that happen again.
“Used is such a strong term,” Graves chides. “And really, I didn’t. You’re overreacting sweetness. This has nothing to do with you.”
“It has everything!”
You can hear his eye roll through the phone. “Would you just trust me on this?”
“Are you being serious? No! I’m never making that mistake again.” Graves didn’t wear disguises. You should’ve seen right through him. You knew better now. How could you ever have thought to believe him? Someone like him, with only a history of deceiving. You were there when he turned his back on you in Las Almas, at Shepard in the courtroom, and yet you believed him. He was your vice, your flaw, your reason.
He was horrible in so many ways, but you came back every time. You craved him holding you at night, wiping the tears away. The way he’d kiss you when you would meet up, his hands roaming your body— you’d never felt this way.
“(Y/N),” He drawls and you want to fall for it, but you don’t.
“No, I’m done. I’m leaving.”
“Don’t be like this.”
“You gave me a pretty damn good reason to leave. This is on you.”
He chuckles through the phone. “If you’d let me explain, you’d see I’m not such a bad guy.”
You shake your head. “No,” You said firmly. “No, you betrayed me and I betrayed my team.”
What were they going to think of you after this? You weren’t like this, so reckless, engaging with the enemy. No one expected this from you, and you certainly didn’t expect it from yourself, to fall so hard. But you weren’t going down without a fight.
You bounce back like you always did. “This is the last call we’re having, Graves.” You practically spit his name out and he’s hurt when you hang up. You were always so stubborn with him. So quick to dismiss his reasons, like you’re looking for a reason to hate him. Whatever, you’ll come back. You’ll see he did this for you. He was not a bad guy, he was carrying out the plan you wanted. It just happened he had to screw over a couple people for it. He just didn’t expect you to get so worked up over it.
You dial the next person, heart thundering.
“(Y/N)?” A voice calls out, familiar to you and you hope they won’t hate you. That was the last thing you needed right now. You lost Johnny, and now you lost Graves (it’s a good thing you tell yourself, but your heart says otherwise), you couldn’t lose your team too.
“Kyle, I,” You swallow, tears clouding your vision when you realize what you’ve done. “I fucked up.”
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#if u pay close attention I don't use graves and Phillip by accident#it serves a purpose when I switch names hehe#Phillip Graves#graves cod#phillip graves cod#phillip graves x reader#Phillip Graves x you#Phillip Graves imagine#graves x reader#graves x you#graves x y/n#call of duty#cod#modern warfare#cod mw2#cod mw3#call of duty x reader#call of duty x you#call of duty x y/n#cod x you#cod x reader
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i don't know. don't look at me.
“Careful, old man, don’t want you throwing your back out on the way up.”
Ricardo shoots Bel the dirtiest look he’s ever seen over his shoulder, and it fills him with a kind of glee. Standing there, arms crossed and head craned up, grinning beneath his mask, he watches him dangle freely in his harness, one hand holding on to the wall, the other raised to give him the finger. It makes him laugh, full and genuine. This had started as a bit of practice—Bel liked to stay sharp where he could, and being able to scale a wall in an emergency wasn’t a bad skill to have on hand.
Doing it while suited up was an even better one to have.
Normally, however, Ricardo wasn’t there, too. Normally, Bel had the entire gym to himself.
When he’d learned what Bel was up to, the Marshal insisted upon joining him; said it was a great idea, and that he should probably do the same, even though Bel was fairly certain that Ricardo had prior commitments he’d made forever ago.
He couldn’t complain, though. Even if he generally liked the solitude more—it afforded him time to unwind and decompress—he didn’t mind the company, either. It very quickly, however, devolved into a competition: who can climb the highest? Who can ring the bell the fastest? Loser pays for drinks afterwards.
Bel didn’t mind that, either. It was a fun little way to make the time pass, and he’d been doing this so long, he was confident he would win. He neglected to mention that part.
“I think calling me names is cheating,” Ricardo calls down, turning back around to focus on climbing higher. “So. I think you lose by default.”
“Mm… no. That’s not how that works,” Bel laughs. “I’m hardly responsible for your inability to remain focused.”
“What are you talking about? That’s exactly how cheating works! And—no, you’re totally responsible for it, actually.”
Ricardo reaches up; the bell rings. He starts his descent.
Bel checks the stopwatch in his hand and clicks it off once he’s back on solid ground. “A little under a minute and a half. Not bad, all things considered.”
“Not bad? That’s pretty damn good!” Ricardo huffs.
“Sure it is. If you’re old,” Bel snorts. He tosses the stopwatch at him, then trades places. “Your joints still function after that climb?”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’d love to see you do better.”
“You’re about to.”
He checks his gear, then walks briskly up to the wall. There was no way he was going to lose.
“Ready?”
“Yup.”
“Okay… go.”
Very casually, Bel begins to climb, moving from one handhold to the next, periodically moving sideways, doing little hops to reach ones that are further out. He knows which colours to grab, which to not. Which ones have an odd grip and where your foot might get caught. No contest. It wasn’t really fair, in Bel’s opinion, that he was so obviously going to win, so he needed to find ways to stall—just enough to keep things even, but not enough to make Ricardo think that he was throwing the competition.
“Ready to call it, Ricardo?”
“Cocky doesn’t look good on you, Bel,” he teases. “You’re being a show off.”
“Hubris generally is the fall of most men, yes,” Bel agrees with an amused chuckle. “Most men.”
When he’s done messing about, he scales the rest of the wall with a practiced ease, and gives the bell a quick little tap before beginning his descent.
“What time am I at so far?” he asks.
Ricardo checks the timer and frowns. “…‘Bout a minute.”
“Accurate time.”
“Forty-five.”
“Uh-huh.”
Midway down, Bel kicks off the wall to turn himself upside down, wrapping his leg around the rope cord to maintain his hold. “See?” he says, one hand extended nonchalantly, and even though Ricardo can’t see it, Bel puts on the biggest shit-eating grin. “Told you I’d win.”
“You haven’t touched the ground yet, timer’s still ticking,” Ricardo tells him. He stands about eye level with where Bel is dangling from, eyes half-lidded in a placid expression of amusement. “Sure you want to push your luck?”
“Eh. I’ve got time to play with.”
Ricardo hums. He pauses thoughtfully for a moment, then reaches up, fingertips finding the seam of Bel’s mask and tugging gently. He pulls until it slips past his mouth, and Bel can’t stop the confused little noise of surprise that escapes him.
“What are y—”
The gap between them closes. Ricardo holds Bel’s head steady, face between his hands as he kisses him, thrilled with just how much of his skin turns maroon. It’s brief, but it lingers. Then he does it again. Then once more, for good measure.
He makes sure Bel doesn’t fall from his legs giving out, and sets him back on his feet, speechless, then takes a look at the stopwatch.
“Ooh, two minutes. Rough!” Ricardo grins crookedly as Bel pulls his mask up the rest of the way, gawking at him. “Guess you’re buying.”
“That… No!” He splutters “That’s cheating!”
“Is it?” Ricardo asks innocently. “Huh. Nnnno. No, I don’t think it is. I’m hardly responsible for your inability to remain focused. So I win.”
Hubris. The downfall of most men—including Bel.
Well, there are worse ways to go out.
#they're like. rock climbing or something. it's a rock wall.#training room.#don't ask me anything i just needed to get this out of my system#bel.docx#ship: are we electric?#i can write things that aren't angsty SOMETIMES.#[draws them doing the spiderman kiss] [IMMEDIATELY becomes unwell]#i can draw blood from a stone with the BARE minimum. i WILL find a way#i BARELY remember how indoor rock climbing works this was done for insane purposes Only#memories of rope climbing in 6th grade p.e... kms.#very normal about my own art#listened to are we electric on repeat while writing this. apt#dam. making me want to change their tag to are we electric SDHJJSDF#fuck. ok im changing their tag.
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Hii, i have been occupied and wanted to come back to watch BLS, my last one was naughty babe. So what's are your current obsession!?
Anon, you have missed a lot in the last six months! BL Land has had several shows in that time, and, of course, I've consumed most of them. My capability to become obsessed with a show is unparalleled, and as I mentioned in my last obsession list, I can be obsessed about several things simultaneously. Since you've been out for a minute, let me recap some of the shows I sent a Valentine's Day card too.
Note: These are NOT recommendations.
Shows I liked for color reasons but wasn't obsessed:
Twins
Pit Babe
Middleman's Love
My Dear Gangsta Oppa
Bake Me Please (* I AM obsessed with the lead actor, Guide)
Shows I liked for the colors AND the plot but wasn't always obsessed with:
The Sign
Perfect Propose
I Cannot Reach You
7 Days Before Valentine
I Became a Lead in a BL Drama
Shows I should've been obsessed with if I was normal:
Cooking Crush
Love for Love's Sake
Cherry Magic (Thailand)
So now that we recapped some of the shows I was mildly normal about, it's time for me to reveal the shows I'm currently so obsessed with that I cut off some of their hair while they slept and now I'm attaching it to a cloth doll in hopes of binding us together.
For. Ev. Ah.
Dead Friend Forever (forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?)
Obsession Level - Buying us matching BFF necklaces with vials of our blood attached to them after my therapist tells me my relationship with it is unhealthy, and I need to take a step back from it.
It just ended, and it isn't a BL, but I have no words. If I tried to explain why I'm so obsessed with this show, people would be really worried about my sanity. I can't stop thinking about it. I don't want to stop thinking about it. I hate all the characters. I love all the characters. I want them all dead. I want to raise them from the dead and make them do it all again. I want to heal them. I want to make them worse. I want to be in that house with them.
Unknown
Obsession Level - Holding pictures of it close to my heart while I lay in bed even though it is laying right next to me in the same bed because I need it to fully grasp just how crazy about it I am and have been.
It's Taiwanese. It's color coded. It's about "brothers." And if you looked at my previous obsessed list, you know those three items are a clear path to Obsession City for me (Looking at you, Kiseki: Dear to Me).
Anti Reset
Obsession Level - Baking all its favorite sweet treats and sitting them on its porch early in the morning then running away even though I know the security camera is filming me each time (which is why I wear cute outfits when I do it).
It's Taiwanese. It's color coded. It's about a robot. It doesn't hit all the points on my obsession scale, but it's part of Vidol/VBL's universe, so it has my attention and a little bit of my heart.
Lady Boy Friends
OB. SESSED! Level - Knowing it's expired and toxic, but I can't stop eating it because if ending up in the hospital is the price I have to pay and possible death, then I guess that's the sacrifice I gotta make.
It's a remake of a 2015 series, it dropped with no promo, and only one episode has aired, yet this show is hellbent on being a whole ass problem, so of course my trashy ass loves it. There is transphobia, homophobia, sexual harassment, colorism, elitism, and every other -ism that it could pile in because the entire show is begging to be everyone's trigger warning. There is a love story in there somewhere, but I don't give two shits about it when the skinny femmes and the fat femmes are fighting, and the one pictured above is about to enter her villain origin story. The subtitler is doing the Lord's work, and I feel truly blessed with this hot ass mess.
But please remember, one person's trash taste is not another person's treasure, so THESE ARE NOT RECOMMENDATIONS!
#my current obsessions#dead friend forever and ever and ever ever#unknown#anti reset#lady boy friends#NOT RECOMMENDATIONS#I'm trash and I know it
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hello hello! after months of promising myself I would get around to learning how to use your patterns, I've done it- thanks so much for all your patterns being excellently formatted and easy to understand, that is no mean feat!
are the pattern collections on your website in US dollars or Canadian dollars? I had so much fun with the free patterns avaliable I want to make as many as possible, but since I'm not American or Canadian I need to covert prices, especially seeing as most of the pattern collections I'm interested in are pay-what-you-can (not a problem, but I really don't want to undervalue your work by paying something I think is fair but only turns out to be a very small sum after currency changes)
thanks for all your hard work in making the patterns as high quality as they are, they are an absolute joy to use and make :]
Thank you for the kind words and very good question! To answer it succinctly: at this time (2024/10/21) prices on the Gumroad store, including prices you name yourself, should be in US dollars by default and then automatically converted to your home currency on checkout. (If that's *not* the case please tell me!)
Thank you also for giving me a chance to talk through my attempt at sliding-scale pricing, which I worry is stressful and off-putting, however well-intentioned it might be!
All pattern collections have a minimum price (in USD). I set that price, and on free patterns it's set to $0. You can't pay me an "unfair" sum (in any currency) because the interface will not let you.
(If any aspect of "pay-what-you-can" stresses out or irritates you, that's the price! Read no more.)
On most collections, that minimum price is half of a "cover price"—US$10 on average, or about $1/motif, depending on the size and complexity of the patterns. I think that's a "fair" price—if anything, I worry about undercutting finished-object pattern writers, who would normally charge much more on a per-motif basis. But "fair" is not the same as "accessible" or "fun."
If full cover is no hardship, terrific! I'll take it! A lot of people have too much money! But if the minimum (or anything in between) better suits your context, budget or level or commitment, you'll get no judgment from me!
A a heads up I *will* be raising the low end of the sliding scale soon (from 50% to 2/3 of cover price, most likely) because the current pricing scheme isn't quite fair to my small handful of subscribers.
Because—heaven help us—there *is* still a subscription option. I've taken it off the main page while I get caught up on releases, but it's still available via that link. US$12/month gets you access to all patterns plus new ones as they are released, at a pace of roughly 2 collections per month. You lose "vault access" when your subscription ends, but you keep any PDFs you've downloaded.
As a final program note, I want to apologize to anyone who made a purchase while I still had tipping enabled! I had just kind of yeah-sure approved that whenever the option became available, not thinking how positively barbaric it would be to ask someone to name a price and then tack 20% onto it that they have to manually remove! Hideous! Poor form! I'm sorry! Since resolved!
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What Would Your OC Sing At Karaoke Night? Tag | Tagged by @g0dspeeed <3
If your OC was at a karaoke night, what would be their go-to song? Would they even partake? Bonus points for a little story.
Okay, for ages I so had this idea how Sabrina would go full Kate Carver (Walker: Independence, gif under the cut) and do a little impression of John as a joke. @g0dspeeed's WIP Monday post and mention of Cappie's karaoke song so became a sign it's time to talk about this. Snippet below. I will probably do a separate post for Calahan and Mercedes one day. :D
All can be cured with a payment Yea, trust in the blind Faith in the hands of the faithless And beautiful lies You are one step away from annihilation! Ooh, do ya feel the heat? From below Send a sign to me, the next one’ll pay me in gold I don’t know how to lose I know that you think that I’m some kind of savior But I’m the broker of sin Just a coin for your wrongs, and I’ll cleanse ya Oh, what did you do? Yes your riches can purchase atonement Oh, what did you do? There’s a price to be paid and you owe it!
"Go out with me just once. Please.", Sabrina had asked with such hopeful expression John had found himself unable to say no to her idea to drag him out to the Spread Eagle. This is exactly where he had ended up few hours later: in front of the entrance to the bar, music and chatter spilling into the night air. "You have to give them a chance.", she said with conviction, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Deputy-", he mumbled, knowing full well things weren't about to go as smooth as she expected them to. "I mean it, John.", her voice became stern as she took hold of his hand and pushed the door open, dragging him inside. The second they stepped over the threshold, it was like the whole atmosphere of the bar shifted. The chatter died down significally and all eyes zeroed in on the two of them, yet Sabrina seemed oblivious to everyone's wary stares as she ran towards Hartley and enveloped him into a hug. Calahan kept his arms around her for longer than John could tolerate and had the audacity to wink at his narrowed gaze. "I will be damned, Gray. He actually came.", Hartley exclaimed as he finally let go of Sabrina and nodded in his direction in a greeting. A start. A hand hit the Deputy's back, "You owe me 50, Cal." "Les, don't tell me you bet on it.", there was a hint of warning in Sabrina's tone, but her eyes softening in Leslie's direction told a different story. "I bet for him and it was Calahan's idea. Blame him, Rina.", he shrugged as he sat back down in his seat. "Sit.", Sabrina whispered to John, then turned to her friends, "Everyone, play nice."
Calahan snorted at the same time Leslie shook his head. "Brin, nice isn't exactly my forte these days, but I'd try.", Mercedes finally spoke up, sending a smirk his way as John removed his jacket and sank into the chair next to hers, "Hello, brother… in-law. Guess some things never change, eh?" He was still getting used to her personality after she had shed her Mercy act. On the small stage, Sharky Boshaw was taking his turn at Karaoke night, clearly set on a mission to burst everyone's eardrums with Hurk Jr. as his back-up singer. "Wooohoo.", Harley cheered, raising his lighter in the air like he was at a concert not at shameless public torture. Not the kind I'd enjoy, too. "How uncomfortable are you on the scale of 1 to 10, brother?", Mercedes muttered before letting a laugh, "It's cute you're here, I'd give you that. Jacob would never. I tried." "I'm just peachy." "Liar.", she patted his shoulder, "A drink would help." "No." "Mer." "He's fine, Brin. I'm not going to eat him." An hour that felt like eternity to him passed where locals tried their hardest to do an impression of an America's Got Talent reject. "I'm up next, yo.", Hartley announced as he headed for the stage and blew a kiss towards Mary May who was manning the bar as usual, "This one is for a certain special someone. Not you, John." Laughter sounded all around them as the music started and he slipped into the song while Sabrina rested her head against John's shoulder and grabbed his hand, "We can go if it's too much…" "We're staying, Deputy.", his eyes found hers and a side of him wished they were back at the ranch, but he meant what he had said. "Okay. I'm off to the ladies room. Be right back.", she said and left after dropping a quick peck on his lips. By the time Hartley wrapped up his performance and came back to the table, she still hadn't returned, her absence making him worry. "Oh, this is going to be fuuuuuun.", Mercedes sing-songed and she leaned forward, the secretive expression on her face giving John a pause. Hartley nodded with a knowing smile and took a sip from his beer. John was about to get up and look for Sabrina when the lights in the bar went off for a beat as another song started. The second they came back on, he was staring at her on stage, wearing none other than his jacket as she bit her lip and looked in his direction. When did you even grab it, Deputy? People cheered when her melodic voice took over the room, her presence mesmerizing everyone, including him. In that moment, sitting through a whole hour of terrible singing and uncomfortable stares seemed all worth it. It took him a while to realize why she had chosen the song, by the time she got to the second verse and bridge, he had no doubt it was about him.
♫ I know that you think that I’m some kind of savior But I’m the broker of sin Just a coin for your wrongs, and I’ll cleanse ya Oh, what did you do? Yes your riches can purchase atonement Oh, what did you do?♫
She was wearing his jacket. Singing about sin. Successfully breaking the ice and acknowledging the elephant in the room so people can move on. "Now, that one is about you, chief.", Calahan uttered out and whistled as Sabrina's song came to an end. Clapping followed her as she returned to the table and plopped down into John's lap. "How angry did that make you?", she asked, kissing his cheek while her hands wrapped around his neck. "It didn't. It was a sight to behold." "Yeah?" "You look good in my jacket, what can I say?", his lips hovered over to hers, not quite touching. "Jesus, get a room.", Hartley fake-coughed, "You truly are a goner, Seed. I expected you to storm out, all broody. Not pass the test." "I'm drinking to that.", Mercedes raised her hand in a toast, "To unlikely company that ain't so bad after a few drinks." Seconds passed, where John expected nobody to join in, then Calahan clicked his bottle against her glass, prompting Leslie to do the same before Sabrina followed suit, too. "I'm next, people.", Mercedes declared as she strutted over to the stage, no doubt catching many eyes on her way. Good thing Jacob didn't come. John was certain the night would have ended differently, possibly in a fight instead of with Sabrina sitting in his lap, surrounded by friends for hours until the two of them emerged back out, ready to head home. "Drive safe.", Calahan called out before taking a drag of his cigarette and adding, "See you next Friday, Seed. You still owe me, so don't think of ditching us." "See… told you he's coming around.", Sabrina said, unable to hold back her smile, "Thank you for tonight." "Anything for you.", John retorted as she snuggled closer to him and he put an arm around her in attempts to keep her warm on their way to her father's Bronco.
Kate:
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Alisaie and Purple Link
FFXIV Write 2024 Story Entry
Spoiler: Story takes place after WoL reaches Garlemald in Endwalker, but but before the Tower of Babil dungeon. Story will be largely sfw, but will adhere to FFXIV's level of mature storytelling.
Chapter 14: Telling
On a pillar of rock, dead center of the Yanxia territory, Akimitsu and the Female Lupin that accompanied him on their surveillance of the Doman Enclave sat by themselves to wait.
There were others posted, guards that stood at both the cliffs surrounding, and the foot of, the rocky pillar.
The sun was going down, but as day became night, twilight bloomed into a light blue luminescence. It simultaneously made the land both beautiful and hazardous.
A perfect time for a late-night rendezvous.
“You think he’ll come?” said the Female Lupin, “I don’t like this, Boss Akimitsu. We could have arrows pointed right at our heads.”
“We can take the risk,” said Akimitsu, “Nobody can get close enough to eavesdrop, and it’s dark enough with our pelts that nobody will see us.
"I’m confident I picked a good enough spot.”
“I’m not just talking about strangers,” said the female Lupin, “I’m talking about him. The Wolf Burglar.”
Akimitsu turned to the female Lupin in considerable thought.
“You’re not wrong, Hansha,” said Akimitsu, “I know he would pay out his end of the bargain, but until we know more, we can’t make a move against Hien and his friends.
"We have to take every risk.”
“Suit yourself,” said Hansha, “But if I were you, I’d be looking for another way out. Lord Hien isn’t as ruthless as most other Lords.”
“I can’t afford to take the chance,” said Akimitsu, “We’ve been highwaymen long enough that any amount of amnesty would most likely be followed by swift retribution and incarceration. We’re already living threadbare as it is.
“I would rather risk my liberty than to give it up so easily,” said Akimitsu, “I know you feel the same Hansha. You’ve fought for it long enough.”
“My family has been in this fight for generations,” said Hansha, furrowing her brow, “I’m ready to give my life. I just wish I wasn’t throwing away the chance to raise a family.”
“Hansha, we’ve been friends for years,” said Akimitsu, grinning warmly at her, “I know how important this fight is for you. I guarantee you, this will not be for naught.”
“I hope you’re right, Aki,” said Hansha, smiling, “Because I like the idea. Getting to be free of control, whether it be from Garlemald or Doma, is always worth the chance.”
There was a flurry of wings, and Akimitsu turned to see the Wolf Burglar settling lightly on the edge of the rock, the huge bird digging it’s talons into the ground.
“You’re lucky my bird came back,” said the Wolf Burglar, grumbling, “I’ve had enough of scaling large mountains and hillocks, just to have a silent talk. Why can’t we just go into a bar and say it under our breath?”
“Because none of us can hold our liquor, remember?” said Akimitsu, wryly, “Part of this was your idea, if I remember correctly.”
“I take no responsibility for your little insurrection,” said the Wolf Burglar, growling, “All I said was, ‘Wouldn’t it be great to just live for ourselves for a change?’ and you went and made it into a political statement!”
“Ideas have to start somewhere,” said Akimitsu.
The Wolf Burglar grumbled and then approached Akimitsu, a sense of irritation in his pawsteps. He had his arms folded.
“The payment?” he said, getting right to the point.
“First, the news,” said Akimtsu, sounding very serious, “I want to know where the party is going.”
“Why do you want to know?” said the Wolf Burglar, bluntly, “It doesn’t seem like it’s worth chasing after the Warrior of Light, knowing how easily he would clean your clock.”
“First of all, the Warrior of Light hasn’t fought me, so I would very much doubt that,” said Akimitsu, flexing his muscles slightly, “Secondly, I want to know every movement they make.
"I want to be able to predict where they’re going to go. I want to make sure that wherever they’re headed, I want to get there first.”
“And why in the world would you want to do that?” asked the Wolf Burglar, frankly.
Akimitsu didn’t very much care for his tone.
“That’s a rather probing question,” said Akimitsu, “If I didn’t know any better, one would infer you would rather be working for the Warrior of Light than with me.”
“And what if I do?” said the Wolf Burglar, unflinching, “Should make no nevermind to you. You’re only interested in overthrowing the government, not asking for the personal contact info of individuals.”
“Granted,” said Akimitsu, calmly, “I take no interest in butting into the lives of those who follow the Warrior of Light. His cause is just, and everything we stand for is part of his Curriculum Vitae.
“However, we can’t afford to make mistakes, not this late into the game,” said Akimitsu, “If you can give us any info at all, we can start making some moves against Lord Hien, and make the other Lupin realize that they don’t need his support to stand up for ourselves.”
The Wolf Burglar frowned, and he began to start whispering a lot louder than he meant.
“You would risk open war, again?” said the Wolf Burglar, “After centuries of civil warfare and decades of Empiric conscription, you would undo all that we have done because they’re not partial to your lifestyle?”
Akimitsu very sharply and very curtly began a series of statements that shut the Wolf Burglar’s argument right down.
“We did not ask for this lifestyle!” said Akimitsu, who stopped short of actual shouting, “We should not have to be punished because we don’t conform to their demands!
"The Garlean Empire left us in the dust, and when it came time to return to Doma, our country refused us, all because they would see us as nothing but bandits! I refuse to accept such a label!”
“A lifetime of highway robbery doesn’t excuse every action!” said the Wolf Burglar, “You don’t just get to run away from justice!”
“No I don’t!” retorted Akimitsu, “But you know as well as I, it’s not justice if I’m arrested merely because I’m trying to survive!
"I don’t want this! Hansha doesn’t want this, and I suspect, neither do you!
“Our only chance at freedom is to show them who we are,” said Akimitsu, “and you knew just as well that it is the only way to secure our freedom completely!”
The Wolf Burglar irritably folded his ears back. He folded his arms again. He closed his eyes after a moment of being deep in thought.
“Very well, then,” said the Wolf Burglar, “I have just learned that the name of the ceremony was the “Garo Yasumi.’”
“You mean, it’s a ceremony that has a direct connection to our Lupin ancestors?” said Akimitsu, “It goes as far back as Boss Garo?”
“Yes,” said the Wolf Burglar, “Although we are still looking for the location. We have our suspicions that it’s still in Yanxia, but they’re having us start in the Azim Steppe, because their society has lived up there far longer than those of us who fought for Othard supremacy.”
“That’s good work,” said Akimitsu, smiling, “I shall ask my friends and family for any more information, and the moment we learn anything, we’ll tell you.
"Through the information we collect, we’ll have everything we need to find the location before they do.”
“Why tell me what you know?” said the Wolf Burglar, “That’s like giving the a thief permission to steal your things.”
“Because everything they know will give them hope,” said Akimitsu, “And hope is great motivation. When we learn the location of the ceremony, we’ll be in a good position to do something about it.”
The Wolf Burglar nodded, and then held out his paws. Akimitsu nodded and turned to Hansha, who produced a large sack full of gil. It was more than enough to buy a house, if necessary.
Though with house prices being what they are, you were lucky to get a duplex.
“Keep me posted,” said Akimitsu, handing over the money, “And remember, don’t tell them anything but what we know. Don’t tell them where and how.”
The Wolf Burglar put the sack of money in his pocket and then nodded. He looked glum, but he seemed resolute. Before he flighted off his bird again, he turned back to him.
“Is there any reason at all why we have to fight Doma?” said the Wolf Burglar, “Is it worth the bloodshed?”
Akimitsu folded his ears back, but not in anger. Guilt was more readily available.
“None at all,” said Akimitsu, “I wish it wasn’t so, but unfortunately, the time for talk is just about over.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” said the Wolf Burglar, and he set off into the sky.
Hansha looked at Akimitsu with concern, a look that he reflected.
“I know,” said Akimitsu, “But there’s no other way.”
“I’m with you, boss,” said Hansha, curling a fist determinedly, “I’m with you all the way!”
…
Peering just above the rock pillar, alongside a rock that sat along the edge of the cliffside, two men sat hunched, avoiding all the patrolling Lupin and watching over the mysterious meeting.
Although they couldn’t hear anything, they could tell where they were, and that they were up to no good.
“Well, that’s it then,” said Isse, one of Namai’s hyurs, “It’s good on you to tell where they were.”
“It was easy,” said Kurobana, one of the village's Lupin, “With these ears and this nose, we find it difficult to avoid each other from a mile away. It was a scent I couldn’t recognize, but I knew it was more Lupin.”
“Well, it was worth it,” said Isse, conspiratorially, “I’m not one for espionage, but I find it difficult to believe a bunch of Glittering Bandits would pick such a high spot for a rendezvous.”
“That thief,” said Kurobana, “would have only to meet them down there, where all the other bandits are.
"The only reason why they'd be up here is because of the possibility that not every bandit in the Glittering Basin would be enthused if they had to hear what they were talking about.”
“Could you hear them?” said Isse, curiously.
“Not clearly,” said Kurobana, “I pointed my ears as best I could, but all I could catch was ‘Garo Festival’ and ‘Azim Steppe.’”
He put his paw on his chin, thoughtfully.
“I wonder if my brother would know…”
“What should we do about this?” said Isse, “This sounds like something the Warrior of Light should know.”
“Hmm…” said the Lupin, looking out at the two bandits stranded on the rock pillar.
“Great, I hadn’t thought this through,” said the male Lupin bandit, watching the female Lupin chuckle at him, “How do we get down from here?”
“You’re right,” said Kurobana, nodding, “The next time we see him, we’ll tell him. In the meantime, I’m going to ask around town about this ‘Garo Festival.’”
To be continued…
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State of personal affairs (IMPORTANT)
(TL;DR will be towards the bottom for those who don’t wanna read my ramblings, but I’d prefer you did since this is important.) Hey everyone, hope you’re all doing well, I’ll cut to the point by saying that I am not. For the past… We’ll say couple of months I’ve been on something of a mental health spiral, and it hasn’t really gotten any better save for my time at the Con. Which was a nice, but very brief reprieve. The whys of this dip in my well being are pretty varied, and some of it I’m not really able to talk about, whether for personal reasons or respect for others. But to put it broadly, work has been stressful, home has been stressful, my health has been stressful, everything has been stressful, and as it stands I don’t think I can keep up with things right now. So I’m taking a small break from working on commissions, and allowing myself a bit more breathing room when it comes to my streams (which is to say the next few streams may be much smaller scale, more chill chatting streams.)
Now before any of you who commissioned me recently panic: With my current comms I will still be updating you guys, just at a slower rate than normal, I don’t intend to leave you guys in the lurch. But if by the time I’m done with them I still feel this bad, I probably won’t reopen my queue like I’ve been doing nonstop for the past while now. At least if I can financially help it… Streams like I said are gonna be a bit more lax. I’ll probably finish Pinkie Tower, but after that? I dunno, chatting and maybe some light doodling. Dunno how this will affect Sinner’s Saturday since some kind of income would be nice, but this week we’re definitely doing something different, just have to figure out what. And yes, I still owe you guys that Discord movie night, we’ll be doing that soon. As for how long this time off is gonna be? No clue, it might only be a few days honestly, but the longest I’m giving myself is two weeks cause I just can’t afford any longer than that. And speaking of “affording”, it’s time for literally my least favourite part of the job. The shilling™️. I probably won’t really be making much if any money during this period, so if you ever wanted to support my work with a nice tip. Now would be the time. You have no idea how much even a small tip of a few dollars can help.https://ko-fi.com/foxweyman I’m not gonna sugar coat this folks. I make peanuts on my work. That’s no one’s fault, it's just the nature of being both a small artist and streamer, it’s something I’ve come to peace with as a fact of my career choices. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t stress me out. Part of why I can never usually take breaks at all is because I literally can’t afford to.
I have rent to pay, phone bills, internet, electricity bills, hormone pills, pet expenses including; food, potential vet visits, toys, poo bags, cat litter, etc. I have to have money saved up incase of an emergency whether personal or work related (computer parts need replacing, tablet needs replacing etc), then there's house expenses; food, toilet paper, cleaning supplies; replacing anything we need etc. It’s a lot, even with our packed house.
The only reason I'm able to go to Furnal Equinox or Canfurence is because I start saving up money month after month after month as a treat to myself, and even when there I tend to bring my work so I can get my commission queue done faster and reopen them again as soon as the con is done.
I’ve been told to raise my prices but let’s be honest, I’m not at the level where I can charge hundreds upon hundreds of dollars for pieces, and while this may be a pessimistic view of my work, I probably won’t be able to any time soon. Same with stream goals, I don’t feel like there’s much I can offer right now that would be worth $500 goals or something.
I’d open a merch shop or something but that would be even more stressful upkeep, and again let’s be real. My reach isn’t big enough for that and you can only sell the same merch to the same customer base for so long.
I apologize if it seems like I’m ragging on about the money, but of all the things I’m dealing with it’s the easiest to talk about because it’s something I think at least a few of you can relate to. That and the more personal troubles cut a bit deeper and I’m not sure I even really wanna talk about them because I don’t like dragging you guys down with me. We’ve made an awesome little community and I don’t need to be hurting you with my problems. Is that the healthiest way of looking at it? No probably not but there it is.
Above all that though I just want some more time to myself and the people I care about, not fretting every second that “I could be working” or “I could be monetizing this”, instead of focusing on improving my mental health so I can be a better creator for you guys, and a better person for me. I wanna draw for myself again,even if it’s just low stakes doodles or barely cohesive comic pages, or hell even just to work on my poor draftwomanship .I wanna let myself play some games and not think “Oh I have to stream this”, every time I do. I wanna be able to go out with my loved ones and not constantly be thinking “WHY AM I NOT WORKING ON COMMISSIONS???”
So TL;DR taking a light break, not sure how long exactly, will keep current customers in the loop, streams aren’t going anywhere but may be a bit different, please tip to the ko-fi so I can stay afloat during this time https://ko-fi.com/foxweyman
For those that read through, thank you so much, it means the world that you care enough about my mental health to drudge through my ravings. You’re truly the best part of this job. A wonderful community that I can just chat and be honest with, I can laugh and joke with you all without fear or anxiety. That’s exceedingly rare these days and I couldn’t be more appreciative of you lot.
That in mind, this took awhile to write, my hands are hurting, and I wanna go lie down, maybe allow myself a good cry. Thanks everyone. <3
- Blaire,“Drfoxweyman”
#real life#irl#important#text psot#long#rambling#art#artist#streamer#support#kofi#ko fi support#mental health
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TyCoon here. Remade a blog a while back just to read the occasional Tumblr post someone sent me. Gonna correct some of these rumors and confirm some of these rumors.
First, I did not send anyone 5,000 GB.... Why would I? Why would anyone? I may be guilty of sending that in total to a couple specific artists, but that wasn't gifts... It was for art.
As for art, saying I brag about getting cheap art and give bad tips couldn't be further from the truth. Much less swindling artists? I am one of two owners of to my knowledge the largest art-based Lioden clan/discord server, we have our own little community here and I've seen many people raise prices after joining because they get bombarded with commissions and raise their prices because they have been told they can. Even putting that aside, I regularly pay 100, 200, hell lately 500 GB for a single character/commision is becoming concerningly common for me.
Also, good try calling me out for buying currency. Have fun calling out a fourth of LD, especially during Feb.
I offer on trades once then hide them, with few exceptions. And I rarely mess with GB to SB exchange rates, I primarily focus on breeding items.
And now the big one! Claiming I'm driving prices up. This one actually made me laugh out loud. First off, 3 years is a long time and 3 years of inflation is a lot. Prices across the board have went up in those three years, and while I can affect some things I do not have that kind of control over LD. No, the truth of it is that I have been driving prices up in season! But out of season, I've been driving prices down. So things sell for more now during the event, and less out of it! If anything I've hurt myself more than anyone else with this. Profit margins have decreased by half, probably more since I started playing the game. And I can't even claim credit for all of it, it's a group effort!
This Feb for example, I set my prices after watching the market. I didn't decide prices or change them at all. But when I did, back in October I had over 20k GB to spend, and I did. I specifically drove crunchy prices up to 20 GB, and multiple people followed my example. Crunchy prices stayed at 20 until I ran out of GB, then for the last week they dropped down to 18-19 and stayed there for months. Shot myself in the foot with that one!
This isn't even mentioning the half dozen people that have similar amounts of GB as me and do pretty much the same thing as I do. And then the dozens that have 1, 2, 3+k GB and do what I do on a smaller scale.
Anyway. TLDR; 5000 GB gift fake, I spend a thousand+ GB on art a month, I run one of the biggest art LD clans/discords, everyone buys currency or items, and I'm driving prices up in season and down our of season which is far better for the average player and far worse for big sellers such as me, of which there are many and I'm just the most visible one.
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Mask-a-Raid: Part 2
GAGH! Ugh...!? W-Would it kill you to stop running around and slinging me about like I’m your god-damn backpack!?
No...But I find it very entertaining.
*THUD!*
UHUGH!
*After scaling a small Hokkaido building with his package, Matta unstraps Kanade from his back and throws her onto the ground. He then takes something out of his pocket and speaks into it.
...Tsutsuji? I’m going to need a pickup from my current location.
Woman’s Voice: Matta? Wait, what’s this about?
I’m with Kanade Otonokoji, I just rescued her as Shirogane desired. You yourself reccomended that I do this, remember?
But this was a mostly solo mission so I’ll need you to take me to safety. Drop Zetsubou a pin of my current whereabouts.
Woman’s Voice: *sigh* Alright...But next time give me advance warning, why don’t you? I can’t be here to oversee your missions all the time.
Hmph...I’m still glad I have you around.
GYALUSETSU!
...
*Matta disapprovingly raises his head after hearing this angry scream. He turns around to see Kuripa and Kaede fly up to him on Kaede’s spear.
Over and out...
*He hangs up his call with the mysterious woman, then faces them.
Why don’t either of you just give it a rest?
Hehh...Never...!
I’ve put up with too much lately for you to just grab that psycho and make off with her! I don’t care what Zetsubou needs her for, I’m just not letting it happen!
Admirable, I’ll admit...But I must ask...
You really hate psychotic murderers, correct?
Of course!
Then why side with THAT guy and a Monokub?
!!?
Don’t compare Kuripa to her! Why wouldn’t I side with him after everything he’s done for me!?
Does that include almost killing you in America?
!!??
...
Yeah...I knew about it...When the same man spends his life trying to hunt you down, you learn to keep track of his movements.
I can’t fathom why you would continue to place faith in a man who would not only hurt you so horribly, but would do so again in a heartbeat if the ends justified his selfish means.
...I...
Besides...It’s not as if you have any reason to spite me. Zetsubou are becoming increasingly unreliable, and it’s not as if you’ve wronged me in any way.
What are you getting at?
I’m saying...don’t give me a reason to HURT you...!
Too late for that. You’re rescuing Otonokoji AND you killed Kuripa’s sister!
That’s more than enough of a reason for me to hate you!
And how many sisters do you think HE’S killed?
How many lives do you think he’s trampled on as part of his personal revenge story against the world? How many family’s do you think he’s ripped apart?
...
Kurafto doesn’t care how many people pay the price so long as I am one of them. And you still choose to place your faith in-
Just SHUT UP!
!!?
!!?
Kuripa has NEVER killed an innocent, or hurt someone without good reason! I STARTED that fight!
These last few days have been a real eye-opener for me...And I’ve come to realize something.
Lots of bad things have happened in my life recently...and I’ve learned firsthand that there’s no way I can completely deal with them and overcome them!
But that’s because no matter what, I can’t deal with anything by myself! And I trust in the good nature of humanity and BELIEVE in people, no matter what they’ve done.
Akamatsu...!
...
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We move forward in life together...Or we don’t move forward at all...!
...
That’s adorable...
In that case, you can SUFFER with him!
*PTCHOO!* *PTCHOO!*
!!?
!!?
Hraugh!
Gugh!
Agh!
*SSSLLAAAMM!*
BAAAAGH!?
*Matta grapple shots Kaede and Kuripa, yanks them both forward and pummels them into the ground!
Hrrugh! I’LL KILL YOOOUUU!!
*WHAM!*
...!
*Kuripa kicks Matta in the stomach, but he just leaps back, seemingly unphased. Kuripa immediately lurches to his feet and rushes at him, brandishing his blade!
*KER-SHUNK!*
*SLASH!* *CRASH!*
Yrrgh!
*WHOOSH!*
Gah...!
*Matta suddenly suddenly whips out a pair of scimitar swords and crosses blades with Kuripa! They block, parry and dodge each other’s attacks until Matta brings both blades down on Kuripa, forcing him to block.
Even if you were serious about protecting that girl, you CAN’T protect her forever!
Then it’s a good thing she doesn’t NEED my protection!
Hm?
*WHAM!*
Gah!
*Kuripa nods behind him, and Matta looks up in time to see Kaede soaring straight at him. With her weapon in bludgeoning mode, she slams right into him, knocking him back.
Hup!
Thanks.
No worries.
So, Gyalu-shit-su!
Gyalu-shit-su? What am I, a puppy dog?
I’ve never been able to successfully match you, but what about now!? Feel like you wanna take on both of us at the same time!?
Come at us!
*They brandish their weapons confidently.
...
No, I think I’ll just leave...
We’ll see about-
Wait, wha-?
So long...
*WHOOSH!*
WAAGH!
HEY! GET BACK HERE, YOU MASKED BASTARD!
*Matta suddenly grabs Kanade and jumps off the roof of the building. Kaede and Kuripa grab hold of the former’s weapon and fly after him to give chase.
Hup!
*With Kanade once again slung round his shoulder, he jumps down onto the highway and on top of a speeding delivery truck. He groans as he sees them fly after him
Gagh...That weapon is very annoying...!
You get that side, I’ll get this side!
Right!
*CLASH!*
HRGH!
*Kaede flips over Matta and she and Kuripa strike him simultaneously from both sides.
Oh boy, this is gonna be super rough! Kanade likey~!
H-Hold on time out.
Wha-!?
*Matta casually pushes Kuripa and Kaede back and sheathes his weapons.
*SMACK!*
GUGH!
!!??
*He smacks Kanade’s head behind him and knocks her out instantly.
I could do without the running commentary...Anyway, where were we?
*WHAM!*
AGH! NOFAIRIWASNTREAADAAAAY!
*CRASH!*
Civilian: AAGH!
Sorry!
*Matta kicks Kuripa and sends him flying back into the vehicle behind. He crashes into the car’s window and thankfully, doesn’t injure the driver.
You-!
*CLASH!* *BASH!* *SMASH!*
*Now on her own while Kuripa jumps back onto the truck and tries to rejoin her, Kaede starts to cross swords with Matta.
*CLASH!*
Gugh!
How long will it be before you fall down that path too, Kaede Akamatsu!?
Wha-?
If you continue to follow this man’s guidance, he will corrupt you. Turn you into his own remnant...And you’re still following him, even knowing that?
You don’t know...a DAMN thing about him! OR about the nature of people!
Kuripa and Monodam...Don’t you DARE DISRESPECT THEM!
*CLASH!*
...!
*Kaede shoves forward, deflecting and parrying Matta’s blade, but he simply takes a few steps back and stands up straight.
Kuripa is unruly and violent, but I’m not the same.
We’re from two different walks of life, but I will support him. But I will never follow his goals or be like him.
You say that now...But words mean little...
I can see it in the way you fight...For someone who carries such an air of grace around her, I cannot say the same for your battle prowess...
Your movements are unrefined...amateurish...sloppy...!
Just SHUT THE HELL UP!
*WHOOOSH!*
...!
*Kaede tosses her spear in Javelin mode and it soars straight towards Matta on the other side of the truck...But...
*CATCH!*
...Hm...Like I said...sloppy...!
!!??
*Kaede stars in horror, as Matta catches her full-force weapon between two of his fingers.
That’s...That’s not possible...!?
What...What the hell...ARE you...!?
I’ll say it once again, you misguided little girl...
I EXIST to DEFY the impossible…!
*CRRUUUNNCH!*
!!!???
*Kaede’s heart sinks, as Matta effortlessly crushes the Mozart MK2 between his fingers...!
*CLUNK!* *KER-CLUNK!*
*The split pieces of the spear fizzle and clunk down on top of the truck. She tries to recall them, but the spear is well and truly broken.
Not so powerful without your little toys, are you?
Grrgh! GRAAAAAGGH!!
*WHAAM!*
GUUGH!!?
*Kaede screams defiantly and rushes towards Matta with a clenched fist, but she is effortlessly kicked in the chest and knocked down, wind knocked from her lungs.
Guugh...RUUAAGH!
Hmph.
*PTCHOO!* *PANG!*
BAHAAGH!?
*Kaede still doesn’t give up, and forces herself up to attack again. This time however, Matta fires his grapple shot and yanks an iron pipe from a truck next to them on the highway forward! It flies towards them and smacks Kaede in the head, knocking her down again!
Aah...Agh...*COUGH!* Ngh...!
...
*Her vision clouded, with the remaining pieces of her spear in front of her, Kaede stars up at Matta, who points a pistol down at her face.
Remember this, Kaede Akamatsu...You didn’t have to-
*PUNK!*
...
...
*Kaede throws one of her spear pieces at Matta. It hits him in the mask and cuts him off.
...
You didn’t have to go through with this.
*CLICK!*
!!?
*He cocks the pistol, but right before he can fire...
HYAAGH!
CHAAGH!?
*WHAAAM!*
*Kuripa recovers, clambers back onto the truck and tackles him to the ground!
*SMACK!* *WHAM!* *SMACK!* *CRACK* *WHACK!* *PUNK!* *WHAM!* *BAM!* *SMASH!* *WALLOP!*
YOU! AREN’T! GONNA! TAKE! ANOTHER! SISTER! FROM! MEEEEEEE!!!
Gragh! GAAGH!
*Kuripa LAYS WASTE to Matta, punching him in the face and chest over and over, and adding in a headbutt for good measure!
RAAAGGH!
*WHACK!*
OOPH!
*Matta lifts his leg and knees Kuripa in the gut, forcing him off of him. He flips and recovers, unsheathing his blades once again. Kuripa gets to his feet and claps his hands together.
Akamatsu GET UP!
But I-!
I NEED you, ok!?
...!?
...
...
Alright...We take him together!
#danganronpa survivor#danganronpa#oc#danganronpa v3#drv3#danganronpa another 2#sdra2#kuripa kurafto#kaede akamatsu#matta gyalusetsu#kanade otonokoji#rise and shine arc
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Genuinely. Genuinely. How do you make it this far without a single thought in your head. How is it that my belongings specifically are the ones that disappear and reappear looking scuffed as hell. I've somehow lost an entire moving dolly because someone put it somewhere and did not bother to say a word. You want results but don't want to put in the effort.
You can't understand why there's flies? There's food left out on the stove every fucking night, the garbage is open, I put a lid over it, why is it on the floor with the garbage open??? All my groceries get shoved into the back of the fridge, someone graciously reorganized the fridge and freezer and 1) left my freezer items out for a week before very confidently saying it had only been a day (because I waited. I watched and waited to see how long it would take for someone to speak up. You had been talking amongst yourselves instead of addressing everyone simultaneously.) and 2) had tossed someone of mine after I had already reiterated that some of the dates might be off because I buy from a discount store.
And I'm expected to be just as brainless. Give a laugh every time a mistake happens. Just smile and give grace. I'm the asshole when I put down a boundary, a boundary that will be forgotten in 24 hours anyways. I come home to the apartment full of smoke and simply turn and walk back out the door. You forgot? You forgot? You forgot? I hope it bites you in the ass one day and you're forced to open your eyes to what you've become. You clearly don't see it as an issue, leaving the fridge open and the doors unlocked and a pot of what was then naught but ash smoldering and smoking on the stove top for god knows how many hours.
I wish I could be the monster I'm painted as whenever I express disdain. Disdain for the sink constantly full (why are there flies?). Food scraps in the sink, plates and bowls still full with tap water on top. You threatened to report me to the landlord over not moving the dishes fast enough - weren't you the one who invited someone to live with you for 3 weeks without informing your roommates, someone who was involved with police on multiple occasions, who eventually had landlord involvement? Petty, petty. You seem like you've never had to face a consequence before, you've "never been toxic before" and I somehow doubt that you haven't just experienced the same leniency I've been giving you this entire time.
You want the world to bend to you and your will, your actions can affect others, but no one is allowed to affect you. I should've seen the red flags when you hadn't gotten the mail in two months (lost the key? And it didn't occur to you to LOOK or ASK?) and I pulled time sensitive bills out addressed to roommates long gone. The red flag when you claimed the dryer didn't work and I simply pulled two months worth of lint out of the lint trap.
I feel like the most pathetic god amongst men. The angel descended to help in the most disgusted way, expressing how below my pay grade all of this is. Treated as though it's amazing I know how to clean out lint. That I can scrub the mold out of the bathtub. That by mere observation I can notice things others don't - simply by using my goddamn eyes and brain. I understand that the obvious is not so obvious to many, but to use the washing machine as a hamper for sandy clothes? To walk around stage projecting your voice? To laugh it all off? To be the absolute center of it all and put your whims first without a single second thought as to how the people around you may be impacted?
Perhaps my past clouds my thoughts. Of course I was raised to keep my head down and mouth shut, to erase my own identity and merely serve. But this? This feels like more than that. This feels like ignorance and incompetence on a scale that feels absurd.
They are going to clean this apartment and I will no longer here the expression of how clean it is. Because it isn't. We live disgustingly and I refuse to clean knowing it won't stay that way. I will not be a maid for those who will not be grateful for it. Woken out of a near dead sleep to a speaker and singing in the shower at midnight. "Was I loud?" Are you stupid? Are you stupid? Are you stupid?
Is it misanthropy? I've had so much time to sit and think and sort and process and I suppose it can be considered something of a luxury. I can only take so many demonstrations of uncaring, of a laugh or an expression of disbelief.
I've tried. Believe me when I say that I have tried. You simply don't care. Not about me, not about how you live. Nothing matters except your immediate future. And I suppose there's something sad to this ignorance. But it is not my job to lead you into the light.
The common area makes me upset enough that I work to avoid it. I spend time out of the house.
I'm tired.
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The Productivity Hellscape
I have a really bad habit. Before each semester start, I'll say, "I'm going to take it easy this time" but I never do. In fact, in one of my semesters, I took 18 units w/ extracurricular activities. Same thing in senior year of high school. I took 3 AP classes while working at Starbucks.
Do you ever feel like you're not advancing fast enough? I overwork because I feel inadequate. "Everyone is so much more talented and better than me," I think, "Gotta shove 4 extra jobs down my throat so I can feel like I'm good enough." Honestly if my body didn't literally crumble, I would do it.
I'm almost impressed by it. I have literally work on my homework in the Emergency Room. Even near death, I probably would still work on my homework. Even in my after life, I would send an email to my teacher to apologize for being dead... because I didn't complete my homework.
You get the point.
truth be told, I wasn't always like this. In fact, I was raised and trained like this. When I was a kid, my teacher would praised the kids who did well. Our school work differently than in America. Our final year test grading scale is based on mistakes. You have 10 points. Every mistakes is -1 point. Once you make 4 mistakes, you're out of the game. As in, good luck repeating the whole school year again. I was slap and hit too. Even simple "mistake" like not coloring my picture in kindergarten granted a punishment.
As I grow up, I grown a distain for myself. Even when I wasn't actively punish anymore, the idea of not being perfect in school still give me great amount of stress. I am like a battered dog who was still chained to an abandoned post. I couldn't unravel myself from my conditioning.
Helpful Tips that help me slow down
Life in itself is joy: I always thought to myself if I slave away right now then I'll be happier in the future. Once I score straight As in my high school years, I'll be happier when I am in college. If I work hard and get a good paying job THEN I'll be happy. I realize each stage of my life, I was pushing that carrot on the stick further and further down. The truth is I should prioritize my happiness NOW and for the future. I am worthy just by existing. I don't need to prove my worth to become happy.
If it doesn't work a couple of few times, then I should try something else: One of my mentor said this. It sounds so simple yet I am caught in the trap of thinking if I have my willpower this time then It would work. Think of your new year resolution that you never complete. The one that you tell yourself each year it would be different but it didn't. Perhaps switch up your framework or tactic. The current method might not be working for you.
Scheduling in Hobby and De-stress activities. Again, sounds quite simple. Yet, my calendar is always fill with things that I have to do rather than I want to do. Recently, I kept a to-do list of tasks I want to do for fun. For example, Reading a book about audio mixing at a library, making a workout regime specifically to become a super cool buff boom operator/Grip, or study at this one cafe that have really good smoked salmon toast (all of this sounds really nerdy I know). For me, these all the thing I do to treat myself.
What do I want right now? I checked in with my body a lot because when we're on our phone or being busy we neglect our body. I'll tune in to see what my body wants. Maybe, it wants to stretch or cook some food to destress.
I am gonna work a little bit of homework now to help my future self. To curb my procrastination, I would take small step towards my homework. I have this habit of either not doing it or doing it super last minute. I hate working because it feels like I have to complete the whole thing. Lately, I have been framing it as me helping to lighten the homework load when I do procrastinate last minute. It won't stop me from finishing my work near deadline but it definitely makes it feel more manageable and less destructive.
The Aftermath:
I am better at balancing work now. Also, I am actually pursuing something that I am interested in! It makes hard work feel rewarding rather than out of obligation. Still a perfectionist but this whole blog is supposed to help with that! I am doing well so no need to worry about me! I hope the tips can be beneficial to you.
Any WIP?
I have a script idea! I haven't write them down yet but I basically have an outline of it. I am super proud of the it as well! I just have to start actually doing it T_T
Getting the script into film will be hard. I hope to one day make it though.
A lot of words today. And there's still a lot of points that I didn't get to. Anyhow, see you next time! Have a great week.
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cw: fem!reader, smut implied, i'm not sorry for this and thank you rebecca for constantly driving me insane with your ideas
steve's always bringing eddie by for company on late friday night's where he ends up passing out on the couch and eddie's too relaxed to leave just yet and there you are, sneaking to the front door and eddie's giving you that stern but not believable at all type look because steve's talked about you sneaking out and how it's become a problem.
and usually you can sneak past unnoticed, even after eddie's already gone for the night but you're chancing it. it's a horrible decision and eddie isn't one to overstep, but he's doing it anyways. he doesn't have kids, he doesn't know, but he cares about steve—he cares about you. that's all that matters, right?
eddie likes to think he's a good person—and he is, to a degree. he's got a job, he pays taxes, but when it comes to his bestfriend's daughter who reminds him so much of himself: graduating a couple years late, listening to the same songs that steve would moan and groan about for years, history repeating itself.
eddie can't say it's karma for steve making fun of him all those years, but it sure does seem that way.
you were comfortable around eddie too, he was gone for years, only a distant thought that steve told you about—an old friend that he missed too much. eddie never talked about why he left, but he came back around the time you entered high school and stayed. steve was a lot happier after that, even if you constantly causing trouble and making steve feel about ten years older.
you weren't his teenage daughter anymore, but you were still his daughter.
you've got an excuse poised on your lips from the moment eddie lifts from the couch, shed of his jacket and looking more comfortable than usual, socks sliding against the bare floor. his eyebrow raises in question, beer can clutched in his right hand.
"you didn't see me." you tell him pointedly, not leaving room for arguments.
and eddie's teetering a dangerous edge of slight intoxication, "but i did," he says truthfully, clicking his tongue against his teeth, raising the can to his lips, "so, how's that goin' for you?"
you sigh, hand slipping from the doorknob.
"don't try to play father figure while my dad's passed out on the couch," you tell him snarkily, nodding toward steve, "it's not gonna work."
"i'm not tryin' to," eddie shrugs, looking back toward steve, "where you going?"
"out."
eddie snorts at that. wayne was never the type to ask questions, only ask that he come home in one piece. that reply brings him back for a moment. and the tension was there too, it always had been.
he tells himself he's a horrible person every night, reminding himself that you're his bestfriend's daughter—it's wrong, it's a betrayal. but, eddie's never been one to follow the rules.
it's not lost on him the way you always ask him for help when he's around and not steve—grabbing something off the shelf, opening a jar, a random question about an obscure topic that steve definitely have the answer to, or how that stupid tie on the back of your keeps coming undone and your dad never ties it tight enough when you ask.
eddie jokes that it has something to do with him playing guitar for so many years, but that doesn't explain the lingering touch on your shoulders or the way they scale down your back, or why he'll graze you anytime he passes by—you do it to, almost every opportunity you get.
at first eddie think it's just a game, a way to annoy the hell out of him and his constant need for personal space, but you don't bother that part of him and it's terrifying. it's exhilarating. it's forbidden. he's nearing forty and shouldn't be entertaining it, but he is.
and so are you.
which makes it so much worse.
"out like—out," eddie says casually, implying that you were just going to hang out with friends and not do anything reckless, "or out?"
"if i tell you will you leave me alone and pretend this didn't happen?"
eddie shrugs, forcing you even further into your slump, leaning against the front door, kicking your feet together at the heels.
"there's a party, i was gonna go for a few hours," you explain, "dad's still upset after last time."
"yeah well, getting a call from hopper in the middle of the night about his daughter throwing up in the back of a police car isn't ideal, is it?"
the silence grows, your eyes narrowing. eddie's got that smirk on his face, the one he wears normally but laced with a confidence that he's definitely winning this conversation.
but he's not, you're determined that he's not.
"what do you want?" you ask carefully, eddie's face quickly morphing into confusion. "oh come on, eddie—i knew you used to sell drugs in high school."
"so we're switching the topic to me in hopes that i'll let you sneak out?" eddie asks, "low blow, sweetheart."
"answer the question, eddie." you press, your words dragging out slowly. "you've never had someone come to you with no money asking for weed and swearing they'll do just about anything to make up for it?"
it clicks then, a sharp inhale that has his chest expanding underneath his tight shirt. "hey, sweetheart—you know that's not appropriate—"
"says you," you counter, "don't act like i don't notice it."
eddie could speak, but he chooses to stay quiet. he knows where you're going, he can see it on your face.
"how would my dad feel about the way you touch his daughter?" you're going right for the jugular, his jaw twitching at the implication. "i'm sorry, i should be referring to you as mr. munson, right?"
eddie chuckles at that, loathes the nickname as it leaves your tongue.
"you know i hate that," eddie tells you, "you don't even call me that around your dad."
"well, seems fair since you like to call me sweetheart," you shrug, "you like nicknames, don't you?"
"you're really trying this, huh?" eddie asks, surprised but still, somehow unsurprised at your boldness. "what if i told you dad about all of this? how would he react?"
"oh, but you won't," you assure him, "so are you going to let me leave or do i need to sweeten the pot?"
and whatever you're thinking, he knows it's too far. but his mouth is opening anyways.
"not here," he hisses, dragging you down the hall and into the guest bathroom, "what do you think you're doing?"
you shrug carelessly, "couldn't tell you, bet you haven't had your dick sucked in a long time, right?" it's tease, a lethal one considering how right you are—eddie's a tragic divorcee, a short marriage that only lasted a couple years in his twenties. since then, it's been backroom bar hookups after shows and failed attempts at dating.
he's got no excuse. his mind is just preoccupied often, and far too often with you.
"i think i'm pretty good at it, you know," you add, smile spreading across your face, salaciously evil, "is that what'll keep you quiet?"
"hey," it's soft, a warning, but he doesn't stop you when you're hands reach for his belt, undoing it slowly and soundly, "—hey, seriously."
"tell me to stop then," you challenge—and part of you can't remember if you're doing this because you want to leave or just because you want to, "i'll listen."
"yeah, you're good at that, aren't you?" his voice is lower now, a double meaning behind his words.
he knows you can't follow a rule to save your life, but when it came to him, you were eager to please.
"the best," you nod, palm dipping over the front of his boxer, palming his already hard cock, "—i knew it."
"m'not letting you leave," he tells you mindlessly, "it's not gonna work."
you laugh softly at his repetition of your own words, dropping to your knees without a second thought.
"i'll cancel my plans then," you tell him with a hint of amusement, eyes flicking up to look at him with a soft smile, "as long as you won't tell my dad about this."
and he's surely going to hell, but he doesn't find the courage in him to stop you.
best friend’s dad!eddie. discuss.
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Hello amazing blogger! I've been drowning in WIPs and rl chaos lately, and really need to take care of myself for a bit.
Do you mind doing a Daemon blurb where he tries to make her feel better with slow, intimate sex at noticing she's depressed?
Thank you, have a lovely day 💐
Lies Are Treason
Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Summary: The fire that drew your husband to you in the first place is now dwindling, and that was a serious problem.
Word Count: 3k+
Warnings: Opens with violence, fem!reader, wife!reader, soft!daemon T_T i love him, reader is not having a nice time, smut (reader kinda cries mid fucking and gets emotional, praise kink, bratty!reader, cock warming, cream pie), typos, etc.
A/N: hello my lover <3 i give you kiss. i am honored that you reached out to me during a time like this. i often wonder what value my fanfics hold in the grand scheme of the world other than silencing the loud romance ideas i have with fictional men i will never meet T_T, but then i think about how reading and writing fanfics makes me feel happy, and so i only hope my brain farts do something similar for someone else yeah may the imaginary dick imma give you suffice to alleviate a fraction of your heavy thoughts HAHAAHAH
Daemon knew.
He felt it in the way he woke up earlier than his lover, the way he had to slow his pace as not to leave her behind, how he had to chose what she would wear, and now, how he had to look for her, since he'd no idea where she gone.
There was something wrong. Something was bothering his wife and someone somewhere was going to pay for it.
In this moment, it was your handmaiden who was quivering in fear with Dark Sister between her eyes.
"My lord," she wept, "I- I-"
"You are her helper, are you not?" Daemon seethed, stepping closer to the poor, innocent servant girl who had fallen on her hind, terrified by her master's cold accusations, "your job is to keep my lady wife in your sight and attend to her every need."
"My prince," she shudders, raising her hands, "the princess is not kept by anyone-" tears streak her face, "-you know this."
Daemon hums deeply, moving stray hair away from the girl's face with his blade, "and yet the fact that you do not know her whereabouts enrages me still."
"My prince!" a separate panicked voice calls.
"What?!" Daemon quips, not prying his eyes on his target.
"The guards say they've seen the princess in the dragon pit."
Daemon turns away from the quivering girl, to the other that was fighting to save her fellow servant, "and you understand that lying to me is treason."
Dark Sister is upon the other's neck now.
Daemon moves closer to her, annoyance and boredom lacing his expression, "if I find your information false, not only will I return fucking fed up, but I will have the head of the guards who muttered the nonsense to you."
Daemon watches her squirm underneath his weapon.
He raises his brows, "well? The guards names?"
"Oswald and James, your grace," she shudders, cheeks stained with tears.
Daemon pulls his sword away and tuts, "you better not be wrong."
One could only imagine the collective relief across the castle after Daemon made it to the pit and saw who he had been searching for all along.
I hear a deep sigh and turn over my shoulder.
"You know I nearly killed your handmaiden a few moments ago."
My hand that was stroking Caraxes' face stills as I look off to my husband who was walking over, "what? Why?!"
"Well," he starts, only continuing once he was next to me, stroking Caraxes all the same. His dragon snorts hotly in greeting as Daemon continues, "my wife had gone missing."
I don't even roll my eyes at him as I look away and mutter, "overreacting, as always." I gently stroke the scales beneath my palm, "you will apologize with tears.'
I only turn to Daemon when he grabs my hand. His face is tense and his grip on me is firm, "at least I'm in character."
I knit my brows at him, tilting my head, "are you saying I am not?"
I turn from Caraxes and walk backwards until I can lean against the creature's large body. Daemon does not release my hand and follows me as I do so.
"I am bossing you around, clearly," I state.
"Yet there is no grit to it," he retorts.
Before I could respond to what my husband told me, Caraxes, who had been lying on the ground, begins to rumble softly. He lift his head, shaking it before craning his neck to look at his master.
The two stare at each other, wordlessly communicating, then the dragon pulls his head back down and grunts.
When Daemon turns back to me, he sighs, muttering something softly in High Valyrian.
I attempt to decipher the words, "Caraxes is not feeling good?"
"No," Daemon retorts, reaching his hand out to my cheek, "it is you who is not feeling good."
I stare at the man who inches nearer up until our chests are pressed together. Unable to bare his gaze, I turn away and nudge Caraxes with my elbow, "snitch."
Daemon sighs, leaning down as his hands snake around me. His face finds its spot at the crook of my neck, and by the curve of my shoulder, he presses a kiss. He rubs his cheek against mine as he whines, "you think I do not already know?"
I feel disarmed by his words, so much so I shift my weight and lean fully against him, pressing my face on his shoulders as my hands cling on his sides, "I hoped you would continue to ignore it."
"Nothing was ignored," he pulls me closer to him, propping his chin on the top of my head, "a ridiculous thought really," he tightens his arms around me, "why do you think I agreed to letting you drink until you could not walk the other night?"
I hum, tilting my head up so I could brush my lips on his neck, "I thought you just wanted your wife to relive her youthful alcoholism."
He draws shapeless patterns on my back, "I knew you needed a release."
"Release he said," I chuckle, "ironic when I took in so much wine that my belly swelled like I was pregnant."
He does not respond to this.
A moment of silence passes after.
Daemon begins to rub my back and I feel like I could fall asleep in his arms. I close my eyes and pull away from him however, hands instinctively finding their way to my husbands shoulders.
His hands are firmly gripping on my sides as I feel him lean down and press his forehead against mine.
I rub my thumbs on the fabric of his clothing and simply savor his presence.
"Speak to me," he whispers like a plea.
I raise my chin, eyes still closed. I grab his face and kiss him; warmth envelopes me the moment I do so. His hands force me closer and his lips are hungrier than mine. When I pull away, he chases me with one last peck and places another on my cheek.
"I do not know what to tell you, Daemon," I mumble, finally opening my eyes.
Daemon pulls back, looking down at me with concern, as if trying to will words out of his mouth.
"I just... fell unlike myself, and even Caraxes seemed desperate about it." I brush his silver locks behind his ear as I mutter, "I don't know. I am nearly as bad at this as you are."
His hands catch my cheeks. He caresses the area before he slides his palms all the way back down to my waist. He gently rocks me against him, averting his eyes in contemplation. He kneads on my flesh as he decides, "then let me do something that I am good at."
He turns back to me as I link my fingers behind his nape, "and what are you good at, husband?"
"Releasing into my pretty wife as she cries out my name," he sighs as he bends to kiss my neck.
I moan when he nibbles my skin, "Daemon."
He responds by muttering my name as he pulls away. His eyes locks on mine, as if searching for permission.
I place a hand on his cheek and brush my thumb on his lips, "take me back to our quarters."
Without another word, he grabs the hand on his cheek and drags me away.
The very moment we are in our chambers, he closes the door and grabs me, attacking me with kisses like a man starved.
Daemon pushes me backwards, fingers nimbly making its way down the laces on the back of my dress, up until my calves hit the bed.
Before he pushes me on the mattress, he pulls my dress down, dropping to his knees. He kisses my sternum on the way as he works on getting me out of my clothing. I bite my lip as I look down at him.
I lightly comb my fingers on his scalp as he bites my thighs while urging me out of my dress.
"Daemon."
He looks up at me.
I grab his cheeks, as he stands. Once he is towering over me again, I begin to undo his own clothing, pulling him out of his tunic and sinking down to free him of his trousers. He doesn't grant me the courtesy of biting his thighs as he pulls away, kicking his pants off and grabs me, pushing me back on the bed.
He allows me to crawl up on my elbows until my head is on the pillows. He doesn't waste time and gets on top me, positioning himself in between my legs.
He hums in appreciation of the heat against him. He praises me in High Valyrian and grabs my thighs as he rubs against me, "so pretty and warm.
I groan at the feel of him grinding on my sensitive nub. He slows as he sinks down on my shoulder, peppering kisses all over my skin. I wrap my legs around him as I dig my fingers into the roots of his hair.
He props his hands to the side and bucks his hips against me. I whine, pressing my lips on any part of his skin that I can reach.
"Daemon," I mutter against him, "you feel so good."
He sucks on my skin then bites down, making my stomach flutter. He connects our lips together and squeezes my sides, "I'll make you feel better, my love."
After saying this, Daemon sheathes his hard length that was wet with my slick. I roll my eyes back at the feel of him stretching me out.
He grunts, thrusting shallowly, but then stills as he sings me praises, "so nice and ready for me, sweet girl."
"Always ready for you," I mewl, licking his lower lip before grazing it between my teeth.
Daemon rubs my sides as he moans at the feeling of my bites.
He begins to move against me, but he barely pulls out, as if fearing the loss of me. I bring my hands to his hips and dig my nails in, "more, more, more."
He shushes me, then clicks his tongue, "so impatient."
"Break me, Daemon," I mutter, helplessly, moving my hips in sync with his, "please, I need you to fuck me."
He hisses when I rip at his skin. He pushes his face against mine, forcing my cheeks on the pillow, "behave, little one. I will not be bullied by someone who squirms at the very feel of my touch."
I whine again at both his words and the feel of his mouth on my jaw. I half expect a punishing thrust to be had. When he does not relent his excruciatingly slow pace, I begin to beg, "Daemon, please, please, please! I want to-"
His hands forcing my wrists to the sides shut me up with a gasp.
Daemon hovers his face above mine, and I nearly choke at the sight of him, "I told you to behave."
He rolls his hips into me, still so leisurely but so deliciously that I cannot contain my moan. Yet it's not enough. I want him to ruin me.
I whine out his name again, "Daemon please."
He sighs at the sounds I make and pushes himself up on his arms, "you know better than anyone that no one can change my mind once its made."
I chew on my lips as I look up at him. My desperate need of him makes my eyes begin to water. My hands dart up to his cheeks as I complain, "I can change your mind, my love. Please, please."
Daemon's dark eyes take in my wanton figure. He leans into my pulse and kisses it, "the world has broken you enough," he draws out a long breath when I clench around him desperately.
When he curses in High Valyrian and he sinks back down against my face, I mistake it as defeat. I seal him against me tightly and nip at his neck. I find myself ceasing my nibbling when I hear him whisper against my ear, "just let me love you tonight, my dear. Let me show you how much you mean to me."
Daemon then, although still brutally slow, begins to thrust more thoroughly, pulling out farther and plunging deeper. The sensation has me reeling and my stomach begins to tense.
"My pretty wife," Daemon groans, rutting against me, "so lovely, so soft, and all mine."
My nails find his skin again, scratching all the way to the center of his back.
He moans sucking at my neck as he continues his ministrations.
"I would burn the whole world if that's what it took to mend your heart."
I moan his name in response, voice not ceasing as it draws out pleasured noises. I look to him, trying to find his face, but he's too lost in his movements and too snug against me.
I screw my eyes shut when he finally begins to quicken.
I squeal before I speak, "yes, Daemon," I grunt, "so good- like that- more."
He pants, hand coming up to my neck, "I would do anything for you," he kisses my jaw, "you know this, right?"
I whine as I nod, "yes, Daemon, yes, yes, yes, yes-"
"So, let me do this. Let me take care of you," he mutters, "do not withdraw from me again."
When I open my eyes and catch his gaze, my throat goes dry and my eyes begin to spill with water. I groan out his name in a manner I am so not sure of.
He kisses the tears that begin to fall down my face and snaps his hips quicker, "take solace in me the way I do you."
My voice is too preoccupied with whines that I do not get to reply.
The bed begins to squeak and knock on the wall at his ferosity.
Daemon seals my whimpers against his lips as pressure begins to build within me. My lashes, dampened with tears, begin to flutter at the feel of my husband. At the rate he was going, my release was swift and inevitable. He drags his lips up to my forehead, kissing my nose and eyelids tenderly as he does, juxtaposing the roughness of his severity in my core.
I come around him all at once, growling his name in pleasure, tensing tightly then turning into putty.
Daemon mutters my name as well, over and over, until I feel his hotness spread inside me. I nearly choke on my spit at the feel of his unrelenting snapping even after the fact.
Just when I think he will not stop, he begins to grow sloppy. I sigh as he eventually halts. By then, I am plainly aware of the feel of his seed overflowing, though he is still snug within me.
Although I am utterly boneless beneath him, I manage to tighten my limbs around frame, absolutely unwilling to free him from where he was. The last of his movement fade and I fell utterly spent of his love.
Daemon presses a kiss on my cheek, hands coming to my sides, "I am here, my love. I will not leave."
Without warning, my lips begin to quiver.
I am suddenly overcome with emotion. I begin to feel my throat and chest tighten as sadness creeps out of me, finally seeing its chance.
I force myself not to cry, but I am powerless when Daemon begins to hush me, "sweet girl, it'll be alright." I am broken by the time he repeats, "I am here."
I bring my hands to his shoulder blades and knead at the area, "I need you, Daemon. I can't be without you, ever. I love you so much."
He kisses me as he nods, "I know. I would go mad without you by my side," he kisses me again, drawing out a long breath before continuing, "I love you like I have not known love before."
He allows me to empty my sorrows against him, comforted by his mere presence in the silence.
Sobs beginning to die down, I turn to him and bring my palms to his cheeks. He lifts his head to look down upon me and brushes his nose against mine.
I repeat, as if I hadn't made myself clear, "I love you."
"I love you," he repeats not a second too late, then kisses my lips, "I love you so fucking much."
I nod rapidly, kissing every inch of his face, "thank you for this, my love," I sigh and readjust my legs around him, "I did not know I needed it."
The vibrations of his laughter cause me to whimper. He places a kiss on the top of my head, "spoiled brats hardly ever do."
"I'm not spoiled," I furrow my brows and pout, "you're the one who grew up..." I moan, "a prince."
His minute hip movements tease out another sound out of me.
I whine in protest, "Daemon, please, I can't."
He clicks his tongue, "see? Pretty girls like you should take what they are given graciously without complaints," he brushes his nose against me, "especially when it is a generous gift from her prince."
I release a sigh once he ends his torture.
"Still," Daemon smirks, "I could not bare to make my wife cry even more."
"You can make me cry, if you want," I mumble as I kiss his shoulder, "just let me stay like this for a while," I rub his back, "I like it when I'm full of you."
Daemon relaxes on top of me and I relish the weight of him.
"I like it when you're full of me too."
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Hi im not sure if the requests were open or not so if not just ignore it
What about enemies to lovers with tighnari, but the reader has adhd, tighnari doesnt know this and just thinks the reader doesnt focus on his lectures just to annoy him
The reader also doesnt know that tighnari isnt aware of the fact they have adhd. They tought they told them before or someone else did and he is just being rude on purpose.
Now watch tighnari's emberrasment after he finds your adhd meds and goes "oh gods im an idiot"
— misunderstanding [tighnari x gn! adhd! reader]
warnings/notes; fluff, comfort, adhd, mental health, does get slightly angsty in the depressed reader type of way but tighnari comes to fix it ofc <3 i think i made this way more emotional and comfort focused than it should've been sorry anon but i hope it still fits ;;
summary; your emotional breakdows for the past few weeks were all just a misunderstanding? tighnari should learn how to read better. proper summary is technically in the ask i'm just playing around hehe
"Again, Y/N?"
"What?" Your eyes flicker back to the lead ranger who's berating you for disregarding his lessons. For the 6th time this week. You'd think that by now you'd have learned to stop drifting away from his voice and the lecture...
But all he could see is that you truly didn't want to pay attention, you thought that staring at the clouds and people outside mattered more than the instruction he was offering.
"Y/N, please, I understand if you don't think it's important to learn all this, it can be very extensive but... I don't understand why you would ask for extra tutoring if you don't care. Is it just to take away time from me?"
"No, I- I get you're really busy, I would never take advantage of you like that, I really want to learn this and become a better forest ranger..."
You'd told him before about how difficult it is for you to memorize the content you're supposed to learn. Everything seems to just leave your mind, entirely without your consent. One day you think you've got something entirely scaled out in your mind, but by the time you have to answer questions about it, you can only stare into nothing and rack your empty brain, just to find not even a hint towards the answer.
You can promise Tighnari that you'd paid attention that day all you want, but you don't have the evidence to prove it. The times you can remember something fully and it stays, you throw a mini-celebration in your head, feeling successful. Yet - you had to constantly remind yourself about the fact that it wouldn't be enough to become as good of a ranger as Tighnari, or even your colleague Collei.
Even the extensive tutoring you'd begged Tighnari to give you wasn't helping, you felt hopeless. Now here he was, getting upset at you for something you couldn't control. You knew he had his eyes on you every time you couldn't stop fidgeting from stress and the overwhelming feeling of what you had to accomplish that day. You felt so... Weak. Didn't he understand your condition? You were almost positive he'd read through the files that were stored somewhere in Gandharva Ville. He did that for everyone. Shouldn't he understand how debilitating having ADHD felt?
"Y/N. You're spacing out again. What do you need from me so that I can actually help you?" Tighnari raised his voice.
Comfort, you wanted to speak out. But instead, you just looked down at your lap in silence. It wouldn't do anything to suddenly spill out your stressors and illness to him. He wasn't a therapist after all, he was just a student, professor, and a ranger at the same time. He doesn't deserve to have more issues thrown on him. Either way, this was something you'd been told to deal with yourself your entire life.
"If you're going to be like this, the session is dismissed for today. I hope you'll be more focused within the class along with the rest of the trainees tomorrow. Be awake bright and early in the morning so you don't miss anything. Although, it seems like you're not getting enough sleep so I might be a little more lenient."
You heaved a sigh of relief, ready to go home and cry your stress out under the comfort of your blankets. At least maybe you could rest a little more in the morning, but it would just be another case of you being portrayed as 'lazy', when all you wanted was to be as active as the others.
"Thank you, goodnight Tighnari," you frowned.
You returned home and let the tears spill the instant you fell into your bed, feeling even more helpless than a few weeks ago when you hadn't asked him for help. He was acting like an ass to you for no reason. You really didn't comprehend why he couldn't have some mercy on you and try to help you learn in other ways that would be memorable.
A knock echoed through the building you slept in and called home. "Yes?" You managed to get out in between choked sobs as you tried to calm down and wipe your face, deciding on pretending to have just been asleep so that your eyebags weren't suspicious.
It was Tighnari who walked in, of course.
"I thought I'd get you some tea, to help you sleep. It's obvious you're not having a good time. I'm sorry if I'm too strict on you, but I can't help you if you don't put in the effort."
You untuck your head from your sheets.
"I've been trying so hard to put in effort, Tighnari. You just... don't care to see it. Thanks for the tea, you can put it on my bedside table."
"Y/N..." He pauses for a moment, coming closer while contemplating on what you said
There's a long silence after he places the hot cup down.
"Shit, Y/N, you're kidding me right?"
"Did I do something wrong again?..." You tensed up.
"No, I- How did I not see this. I'm an actual idiot. This makes so much sense."
You look towards Tighnari to see what was causing his mental spiral.
In his hands was a small bottle, a paper on it labeled as treatment for ADHD.
"Oh, yeah... Sorry, I forgot to take them today. That must be why today was worse than usual..." You rub your hands over your fatigued face.
"That's not it, I'm just... Y/N, you never told me you had ADHD? I've been so hard on you this entire time because I just thought you hated my lectures and teaching and me."
You freeze up after hearing his words, stuck in the element of shock.
"I thought you knew? There's no way you didn't know, it's on my files, isn't it? The ones you read about everyone?"
"You noticed that? I must've just entirely missed it. Y/N, I'm so sorry. No words can explain how I feel right now. I'm so guilty."
"Tighnari, don't stress over it too much. You don't know how relieved I feel right now, I thought you were just entirely dismissing my condition. Don't feel guilty, I understand it was just a big misunderstanding now."
"Still, I'm so sorry. Do you perhaps need some comfort, attention, anything? I don't have anything planned until class in the morning. You can explain things to me for hours, I don't care. My ears are always open to listening whether I like it or not anyway. We're going to plan out a guide that will help you memorize the content more, we can even do experiments and things, I will bring you to a proper forest ranger in no time. I wish I'd known this earlier."
The next morning, the entire group of forest rangers saw Tighnari and you exit from the same bedroom, tired with eyebags present, but you were smiling like never before.
You two were already closely acquainted, where could this go further now that he knew the truth?
THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE PLS IM SOBBING. like actually bcs like partway thru this i teared up and idk if it was the tighnari playlist i was listening to or the kinning what mc feels in this 💀 neurodivergent people unite (though this IS heavily based on how adhd shows itself to me, it'll rarely be the exact same experience for everyone!)
on a side note i rly hope this was written well for u anon, u are my first actual request and i think thats super sweet and i enjoyed writing this a lot, u get a special first request badge <3
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