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autistpride · 1 year ago
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Confusing my fbi agent
rules: list what's in your open tabs/the things you googled the last time you wrote fic
Thanks for the tag @courfee
1. Historical models of the solar system
2. Gunwale on sloop
3. Sloop anchoring system
4. Historical images from Kings Lynn
5. Birkenhead
6. Pirate glossary
7. Height you can jump into water and survive
8. Queen Anne pistol
9. Baroque dances
10. Parapets on estates
11. Terms of endearment in 1600s
12. Dinner parties in the 1600s
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ivvyela · 5 months ago
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thinking about that theory where peter parker is the mcu's anchor being. and like. the possibilities of it. imagine learning your entire universe's anchor being, the person who pretty much controls the fate of the universe, is some guy who just doesn't exist??? not even dropped off the face of the earth, but there is no proof of this person even existing in the first place???? and maybe strange or the fantastic four or whoever feels responsible for/is tasked with finding and protecting this anchor being but that's kinda hard to do when you have Absolutely Nothing to go off of.
or alternatively, peter himself learning that the entire universe is basically relying on him staying alive, and he already has a lot on his shoulders but this??? having lost everything and everyone and now learning that the weight of the world is literally on his shoulders and fuck!!! he just wanted to be a friendly neighborhood spider-man but that's parker luck for you!!
and like. there's so many ways to take it and i haven't seen anyone considering this and guys. guys. consider it. take it and run with it or what have you. fuck it and throw doctor doom in the mix for the irondad girlies because surely that will be fun.
and i know i know the theory doesn't fully go hand in hand with the mcu cannon but. fuck the cannon. let me scream into the void about this. let me shove it in your faces and hope someone does something with it. let me have my silly where's waldo peter parker anchor being au.
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stars-inthe-sky · 21 days ago
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10. tell me about an insecurity you overcame.
It's been a while since I started freelancing for fun and profit, but the beginning of that journey is still a pretty big deal to me.
I'd previously worked at an agency for nearly three years, so I knew how to do client-based work, but I knew nothing about business development (or billing, or taxes, or client management, or admin).
And, for those I didn't know back in 2017, I started down that whole road in the first place after getting very unexpectedly and unceremoniously fired after like four months on the job. It was never clear exactly why, but I'd thought things had been going well, and that was a pretty gutting Thursday afternoon.
I'd also just gone through a job search, so I knew there weren't many positions available in the region that would be a fit—and that the most recent thing that had seemed to be a great fit had, uh, not been. (This was before remote/hybrid work was a real norm, even though my agency job had functionally been hybrid and taught me to work effectively as such.)
But when I'd gone through that previous job search, a couple of people I spoke with had mentioned maybe needing some freelance capacity down the road, and perhaps I should get in touch once I got settled in the job if I was interested. So I reached out to them, without mentioning the rest, thinking I could at least bridge the gap while I figured out what the fuck to do. Both had solid projects for me where I learned a bunch quickly, made some money, and was excited for more.
And then it just kind of made sense to keep seeing about those kinds of opportunities—both because I liked the client-based work and flexibility, but also because it quickly became apparent that it'd be harder for any one person or institution to fuck me over in the same way.
Plus, one of the people who needed a subcontractor turned out to be a great mentor and reference; I don't think I ever told him quite why I'd decided to go all-in on freelancing full-time, but I have thanked him repeatedly for some truly foundational early guidance as well as a couple of projects he helped set me up with. He's semi-retired now but I'm still using some of those templates!
Anyway, I networked my way into a couple of additional early projects and finished 2017 with about the same overall income for the year that I had had in my agency job for 2016. (Not the fuck-them one, the one I got laid off from because, well, that was a bad end-of-year for anyone working in Democratic politics, much like this one.)
And the rest is history: I've been self-employed for about 7.5 years now and, while the constant hustle and inconstant income/workload have their own challenges, I think I've landed in a pretty secure (emotionally/professionally) place about the whole enterprise.
#ask me ask me ask me#stpauligirl#about me meme#freelancing for fun and profit#having been let go from full-time work twice in six months i can say that the agency people were INFINITELY kinder#i wasn't the only one in that situation and they gave us nearly a month heads-up plus an extra month of health insurance#it turned out our boss had forgone his own income for a few months to pay the rest of us that year#and like they just ran out of money and work to do. it wasn't shocking tbh.#and it had already been apparent that what work there was wasn't using any of the skills for which i'd been hired#and i *did* get to keep my electronics. that 2014 laptop lasted me until early 2023!#so anyway if you have to nix someone's job that's the way to do it#i've mostly lost touch with those folks but i don't have a bad word to say about them#whereas the fuck-them situation had me with a sour taste in my mouth around an entire state for like a year#incidentally not that long ago someone i'd worked closely with for YEARS at my anchor client was networking#and mentioned being put in touch with [x] who apparently had been working at the fuck-them place at the same time as me#should he let [x] know we'd been working together? did i want to pass along a hello or anything?#i very quietly said 'please don't.' and after a pause and because i liked and trusted THIS guy added#'he fired me out of nowhere for unclear reasons so i'd really rather not be involved further.'#i mention this because the guy at the anchor client had no idea. by my design.#but also because i've worked really hard to be confident and good at what i actually do and how i do it.#anyway fuck them
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mantisgodsdomain · 9 months ago
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Slowly, yet painfully realizing that we're probably the exact type of person that random fandom guys would miscast as a father.
#we speak#internet teenagers keep coming to us as like the only authority figure on hand who will treat them like people#and we're like... please... we don't want to be an authority figure... why do all of your parents suck so hard...#like we're willing to offer ourself as an anchor as well as we can because we've Been there and know how it feels#but like damn. who the fuck let your families suck this bad. how on earth have situations managed to produce enough of you#that we end up being cast as The Only Adult On Hand Willing To Listen And Talk Through Things MULTIPLE TIMES#and perhaps more importantly why are we the only person in random fandom discords who is willing to treat teenagers like People#weren't the rest of you also teenagers at some point??? don't you like remember how it feels like to not have agency for shit???#experiencing the “only person in the room who's willing to take a position” thing#despite there being like multiple other people in the room who should be WAY more qualified for this#how does this keep happening and more importantly why are we the only guy in the area who is doing anything to help#just to stress this point#we are trying our hardest to NOT be an authority figure because historically it ends terrible for us due to The Mental Health Issue#but somehow we are continually running into situations where we're the only guy willing to come up to plate#the syndromes. the issues. we are so fucking glad that this particular wave is coming now instead of A Few Years Ago#something something progress but also we dislike that we have to be the one handling these situations#because we shouldn't be considered a primary point of stability in anyone's life and the fact that we ARE a stable point to anyone is uhh#weird to think about. who let this happen. we're not old enough to be a parent#and we also find it very alarming that there are so many of you out there who are severely lacking in support#someone needs to work out a childcare arrangement system that doesn't suck because the current one really isn't doing it#while we're at it we can start overhauling the culture that landed us in being the only person willing to listen to people like ever#and maybe make it so we don't have to be a primary support because people are sufficiently supported already
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thebookworm0001 · 1 month ago
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ideas beginning to solidify for post veilguard fic things
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rainbowcarousels · 2 years ago
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The Armand Bed Pile (aka ramblings about the ot4 and why they work for me as a ship)
I’m going to kick off my feeling somewhat like a human being again with talking about what has become something of an OT4*.  
I want to preface it by saying this is just my personal take but I want to talk about where I’m coming from when I say what has been generally described as the Armand Bed Pile because he’s kind of the person who links Lestat, Louis and Daniel together. (I forget who named it someone jump in, it was probably someone on Armandblr) I think there’s something really obvious about why the canon romances work but I’ll include them because I never pass up the opportunity to gush.
I’m going to go for Armand first because he is the name of the bedpile for good reason.
So Armand/Lestat are at once a new and old relationship, they’re just working out what they want out of it and their love for each other even though they’ve loved each other a long time. They are lightning, summer thunderstorms where they both end up drenched and hurt and happy and it’s confusing.  They are both intense people who tend to masquerade as calm (Armand) or blase (Lestat) who crave family and acceptance after feeling as if he never fit in anywhere (Lestat) or was defined by what he can do for others (Armand) and striking the balance between those are tricky. It’s a mix of control and learning when to hang on and when to let go.  
Armand/Louis on the other hand is an old married couple. Their relationship is redemption. They are attracted to one another but it’s not the raging intensity that Lestat brings to the table. It’s a love that meanders slowly along, it’s warm and soft and opens slowly but Armand can show extraordinary patience with Louis in a way that I don’t think we often see from him and Louis will allow Armand a lot more liberties than most.
They understand each other and accept each other with the major issue between them is that Louis is by his nature always a little in conflict with what he is, he is often subject to guilt and depression from that and mixed with an old fashioned gentility and politisse, it means it’s easy to have miscommunications with them. Armand is at a stage where he’s refinding himself, his humanity under his trauma, so it’s easy to see where Louis’ issues can interact badly with that and he can take that as rejection.
For them, it’s learning to communicate their boundaries and feelings without what they feel they should feel getting in the way or dragging the other person down.
Then we have Armand/Daniel. I think if I were to put the great loves of Armand’s life into seasons, Daniel is Autumn: a season of change, of ripe harvest, a slight chill but warm enough to still explore and the old dying into the new. They’re new love and changeable love – both he and Daniel suffered in the aftermath of his change after having a period of young love in Devil’s Minion, but they’re both coming through it and they once again choose each other.
For better or worse, Armand is the love of Daniel’s life and Daniel is the only person Armand has ever truly known he couldn’t live without. In modern times, I think they’re finding their footings as a childhood sweetheart turned adult relationship. They cross lines without meaning to, Armand cannot read Daniel as he once did to know when it’s just his sense of humour talking, Daniel has a lot more power and independence than he used to and none of this is bad, but it is different. For them, it’s just learning how best to love the person they are now as well as who they were and weathering the difficulties and sharing the joys together. 
Then we have what must be seen as the flagship couple in Louis/Lestat. I’m not going to go too hard on this, we all know they’re in love, we all know that these two are terrible at communicating on the same level as each other but ultimately, love wins out with them. What I love about the modern era is that it seems to be far more on Louis’ terms, he is the one setting his own very self aware boundaries and reminding Lestat of what his needs are. Lestat has some bad habits of running away from love when given freely (coughArmandcough) probably because he’s afraid of what might happen or if people will leave (something he shares with Armand too, triggering another issue for those two) so the version I’m working with for a modern them is trying to find a balance.
Louis needs to have his feelings understood and his needs met and Lestat also needs room to breathe, he needs ways to work through what he’s feeling and he needs to be told he’s a voracious slut at least three times a week. Like Armand/Daniel, love is never in question – it’s the working out of the relationship that takes time, space and commitment to one another.
Now we come onto the two that are the most speculative. For me, Armand is it for Daniel, that’s the big love of his life, blood runs through his veins, etc. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love other people and not even that he doesn’t grow or experience other romantic loves. 
So we’ll go into the one that surprised me which is Louis/Daniel, likely in the context of Louis/Armand/Daniel but I want to talk about how they work functionally within the relationship. Louis’ issue tends to be one of communication and propriety. He gets stuck in his own loops and what he should or shouldn’t do, experiences his own monstrosity then feels crap about it. This is something I think Daniel relates too because I think some of the corpse issue is that he has more trouble than he lets on early on differentiating ‘food’ from ‘people’ and what comes along with that, so he gets where Louis is coming from but he’s also mostly worked through it so he has a different perspective.
He also does not really give a shit about propriety – he doesn’t play into it (like Armand seems to with Louis) or mock it (as Lestat does) but cuts through the bullshit with words and actions that are heartfelt, perceptive and will call out anything he feels like he should. 
It’s also worth noting Louis was Daniel’s original conduit into this world, the first vampire to ever bite him, so I think there’s attraction there as well as love. It’s not the same kind of love, but that doesn’t make it less valid. 
Then the one that gave me the most trouble: Lestat/Daniel. It was actually @desertfangs that made me realise what it was about them that worked as a relationship (I’ve always thought they’d work to fuck, they would both be so down) and it’s that Lestat’s human self in Paris during that period where he’s doing well at Renaud’s and he’s deleriously happy right as he starts to see Magnus gives off some serious Daniel vibes. Lestat even maintains this as a young vampire – he loves it! He’s joyous. He does see both despair and ecstasy in the world, he does romanticise it all and want to do everything and that is something that he sadly loses a lot of it from the repeated traumas of Nicolas, of losing his little family, of Akasha and then Memnoch and then almost losing Louis too. He’s struggled a lot and lost sight of what he loves about his immortality.
Daniel, having gone through something not dissimilar to the first trauma that knocked Lestat for a loop as a vampire in Nicolas’ delirium, is still discovering what he loves about being a young vampire. He sees so much good in the world, so much love and joy and most importantly, he knows and loves to play. I think for them, this is what sparks in their relationship. Daniel is experiencing and in some ways re-experiencing what it means to love being part of the world, love his immortality and I love the idea Lestat can rediscover these parts of himself through that.
Daniel for his part in these two relationships I think brings something to the table that I don’t think anyone else in the coven does: he sees both person and monstrosity as equally worthy of love and he’s always going to love the original big three because they were his rebirth long before his actual rebirth. I think it can make him naive and that he can stick his nose in when he shouldn’t, but it does always come from a place of affection so I think it works for them.
So this is kind of my point: they balance each other out as a relationship. Daniel and Louis both get overwhelmed more easily and need more breaks than Armand and Lestat, Lestat and Daniel are both terrible enablers of each other while Armand and Louis tend to be more practical people, Lestat and Louis are more prone to melancholy than Daniel and Armand are and in each of these, you get someone who helps either make sure someone gets their needs met or gets challenged when they need it.
Daniel has no problem explaining Armand’s needs when he can’t, Louis has no problems telling Armand when Daniel looks like he needs a break, Lestat has no issue telling Louis that he’s been wrapped up in doing stuff so long that it’s time to come and do stuff now and Louis can and will take Lestat’s hand and lead him home when he starts to question where home is.
For me, the balance is slowly Armand letting go of some of his ‘host’ identity and responsibilities because that’s kind of what Lestat does usually, he wanders off and does what he wants (except duirng his Prince era but tbh I think he needs rescuing from that) and Daniel still loves new experiences so he learns how to be playful and put his own needs out there a little more.
For Louis, I think it’s learning how to break his own spirals because it’s pretty hard to contend with multiple people who will still love you no matter what you struggle with and when propriety has a place. I also like the idea he has had very limited experience with kink and living with Armand (and later Daniel) has really been an eye opening experience** and Lestat is in for a shock when he realises it.
For Lestat, I think it’s learning he doesn’t always have to run away from how he feels, that putting his heart in something doesn’t guarantee to break it and that he doesn’t have to give up having adventures or new experiences just to have a relationship work. He can have both, and he can reconnect with himself a little.
Finally, for Daniel, I think it’s coming home. It’s simple, but it’s not easy. He has to find his own ways and routines not to get overwhelmed but he’s naturally curious and still learning what he can do, he’s learning to trust himself and connect with himself more. They can and do break each others patterns in a way that feels safe, provide new experiences or how to interact with old ones and 
There is so much passion there that I’m not really touching on that but I think reconnecting physically human things also helps, especially learning to vampirically spin it. Again, feels like Daniel and Armand could write a whole book on this and for the people who struggle to communicate (aka all of them at some point or another), the physical acts and how they interact with kink** is part of what helps them stay feeling loved, connected and wanted. It is the origin of the bed pile too because it’s not just about sexual things but the reassurance of waking up feeling like you’re safely ensconced that feels like it’s really up Armand’s alley specifically but also appeals to all of them in some way. It creates a sense of a safe home that isn’t too boring, too much or not enough.
So the tl;dr of this is that I think Armand/Louis/Daniel/Lestat can work in any combination for love, sex and everything else but that my favourite is when they are all involved in some way or another. Maybe not always all at once, it can be months and perhaps even years between seeing one another, but the love never fades and perhaps never will.
*The reason I don’t generally call it OT4 is because in an OT4, for me, you have to be able to see each individual relationship working one on one as well as a polycule and I started to think that actually, maybe I was being unfair because I do think these are people who either do canonically love each other or would work in a relationship setting. It’s just that in this case, I think the best balance of the relationship comes in all four.
** At some point I will ramble about how kink can be an exploration of internal issues and howmuch I think that’s something Louis would end up finding appealing. The understanding of drawing pain out in the physical in a safe way to feel it, acknowledge it and process it is something I think both he and Armand would benefit from but the former would probably not think of it if he wasn’t currently living with two people who practice it on the regular. It’s just too complicated to go into in one post.
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gazspookiebear · 7 months ago
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Hello!!!! I was wondering: Did you reblog that OC thingy just as prompts for you to write or can I ask for some specific ones from that? :o
Do they still watch their sister from time to time from afar? Just to make sure she's alright, I mean! Also, why don't they legally exist? Was that on purpose or did someone else just mess up big time? What are their preferred jobs to take on as a mercenary? Like, escorting people, escorting wares, taking someone out... That sort of stuff! Would they let me build a PC with them? :3 Would they discuss PCs and IT in general with me, if I were to know sign language? Can I teach them about networking and the likes? :3c Very important questions, I know ^^
Every day I love your little silly more and more! Keep posting about them, I love it and eat it up every single time! Have a nice day!
I reblogged the oc thing mostly for prompts so I can work on their story, but I'm totally down for any asks with specific ones!
They try to keep tabs on their sister, but it's hard to do so from a safe distance. They usually just check her out on social media since she actually uses it. Anchor would love to visit her someday, but it's not gonna be any time soon.
They don't legally exist because their birth was never recorded. They were born at home. Nobody bothered to get them set up in any way as they grew up since they lived in a poor area where everybody kept to themselves. As far as anyone was concerned, they were just another kid on the streets.
They don't have a huge preference when it comes to jobs, the main thing for them is how much it pays. That being said, they're not a huge fan of taking people out.
They would totally build a PC with you! They might not be the most social person around, but they're not gonna turn down a chance to share their creative passions. They'd totally listen to you, and they'd love to learn about anything you're willing to tell them.
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verdantglow · 9 months ago
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I’m supposed to be working on my outline right now.
Instead I am figuring out Prosaic Wonders Joel’s Patreon tiers & how many people are subbed to each one.
THIS IS NOT AT ALL PLOT RELEVANT.
I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS WOULD COME UP.
WHY AM I DOING THIS.
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springcatalyst · 1 year ago
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I was just going to write something silly and little and now I have 10 tabs open about ships and navigation. I've written 2 sentences
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chisungie · 4 months ago
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#girl i didnt realize how fucking scattered the hi3 pt1 cast was by the end of it 😭#some mfs are stuck on the moon... some on earth.. some trapped in this one bubble univ where they became gods/anchors for it...#some in a different bubble universe...#and pt2 cast in mars and somewhere else where theres 2 connected reality type thingies... girl my brain...#OR WAIT wasnt pt 2 false. WAIT. ARE THOSE GIRLIES FROM MARS OR NOT?? were those just bubble universes in..#how does that work uhh.. in the sea of data? a simulated universe?? what are vita mc and theresa doing uhh i forgot...#also i just found where i left off in the story before pt 2 started which is awkwarddd but ill finish it up ig 😭#44597#honestly hi3 has always been kinda confusing to me LMAOO if hyv can tie all of their games tgt nicely in the end tho thatd be sick as hell#WAAAAIT... ITS SO SAD THAT MEI'S MEETING GRISEO BUT GRISEO HAS NO IDEA WHAT MEI SAW IN ELYSIAN REALM AAAAAAAAAAAA#how could she talk to hua after the fact just knowing that her recent experiences w hua just werent real/known by anyone else 😭#and mei could talk abt it but the reality of what everyone went through is a bit different fron their personalities and memories#being recorded and simulated through the ER system GIRL MEI IM SO SORRY 😭😭#actually when i booted up that final fight w sa (bc thats where i left off) for a second there i was like wait.#how do hua and griseo know e/o.. AS IF I DONT PLAY ER EVERY WEEK? HELLO??#anyway SERIOUSLY mei went through that technially all by herself with nobody else to talk to about it thats crazy 😭😭#HOLY SHIT I FORGOT WE FREED SIEGFRIED WHAT THE FUCK I WAS LIKE KASLANA PAPA? HERE????#i uhh forgot welt was from hi3 too... when i think of welt i think of hsr.. which is probs the same dude but they got diff models 💀#anyw i understand players seeing this ending bit but whys griseo seeing it LMAO shes never met most of these mfs!!#how did su know to connect all of them actually? tf?
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die-tenebris · 4 months ago
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having a phobia is genuinely exhausting and I want to throttle everyone who's ever been annoying to me about it
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neo--queen--serenity · 7 months ago
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There’s just something extremely touching about watching Izutsumi work through a wide range of emotions when she sees Marcille cry for the first time.
She’s sleeping on Marcille’s lap when it happens—something she hadn’t willingly done since her human consciousness was subdued in the Golden Country.
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Izutsumi was initially very embarrassed when she remembered showing Marcille such unbridled affection when her monster (cat) side had full control in Melini. But now, shortly after, she did it again without any fuss, seemingly over this embarrassment.
But when she notices Marcille crying—not crying expressive tears over a situation with low stakes, but tears of real sorrow and loss—Izutsumi physically recoils.
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She reacts with the childlike fear and panic that one feels when someone they heavily rely on and trust (like a parent or teacher) shows vulnerability, doubt, or weakness. She lashes out, trying to use words of reproach to get Marcille to stop crying. Or, in childlike terms, to try to force Marcille’s pain go away.
When that doesn’t work, we see her physically struggle as she tries to sit by and wait it out. But Izutsumi can’t do it.
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Marcille’s pain causes her so much intense distress that Izutsumi immediately offers physical affection as a response—something she has not done for anyone up to this point.
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When Senshi told the party about his traumatic backstory, Izutsumi did not touch him. She did support him, tried to offer words of comfort, but she did not embrace him like the others did. Maybe she didn’t know how; maybe she didn’t have a proper example on what comforting someone looked like. But she saw all three of them reach for Senshi, she saw them hold him in their arms, and anchor him as he cried.
This is the first time another party member has cried out of sadness since that moment. It’s possible that she saw how the others helped Senshi, and maybe, subconsciously, she saw that it worked. That it made him feel better.
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She is clearly unused to it, and has her own rollercoaster of emotions as Marcille gratefully accepts the comfort Izutsumi is offering her. But it helps. It helps Marcille immediately, and Izutsumi knows this.
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These acts of vulnerability are foreign to her, and thus make her feel uncomfortable, but she lets Marcille lean on her afterwards anyway. She wanted Marcille to be okay, wanted it so badly, that she accidentally overcame an emotional obstacle she never even knew she had.
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bratbby333 · 8 months ago
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satosugu & their favorite lady ♡ poly head cannons
`⭐︎ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ bc who doesn't love when their two boyfriends are also bf + bf?
nsfw mdni; fem!reader, 3sum, anäl, dbl. penētration, oral, yaoi, use of pet names. banner fan art from pinterest
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poor suguru, having to work overtime to keep the two of you in check—your unyielding energy bounces off of satoru's childlike enthusiasm, creating quite an unhinged environment. and of course geto switches into dad-mode when it comes to y'all, but he wouldn't have it any other way...not willing to give up what he has, loving how silly his lovers are.
satoru’s definitely the physical touch lover while suguru handles words of affirmation: they take turns showering you in praise in the form of soft touches and gentle kisses while they removing your clothes, two sets of hands running up and down your soft skin.
this dynamic also manifests in public, with satoru being your go-to for steamy dancing and drunken make-out sessions in the middle of the club, while suguru sits observantly at a table off to the side.
when he finally feels that it’s time to go, he’ll join the two of you on the dance floor, his chest pressed flush with your back as you continue to lock lips with satoru. you grind against him, assuming he's finally joining in on all the fun. but his hands pull at your hips before running up your body and cupping the underside of your jaw, quite literally having to peel your mouth away from satoru's. "hey...wha- i wasn't done," you grumble. suguru only chuckles in response. "let's get outta here, you two..." he mumbles. satoru attempts to reconnect his lips with yours before a stern "satoru," rumbles from suguru's chest. your blue-eyed lover pouts, of course, before reluctantly agreeing.
suguru loves hitting it from the back while you suck satoru off, the sloppy sounds of both your holes filling the heady air the room as the three of you chase your releases
and of course, satoru would get creative and suggest a challenge, a little competition to see who finishes first, just for funsies; "bet i'd last the longest". he'd be so fucking smug about it, too. and nine times out of ten, you and suguru would create an alliance and work together to literally break satoru; not only does he finish first but he cums over, and over, and over again. you and sugu take turns bringing him to his breaking point, and after his third orgasm, he's begging to switch so he can get one of you off instead. but you just can't stop. and why would you? he just looks so pretty as his hips buck off the bed, sweat glistening on his skin with his flustered cheeks and swollen lips, while his body trembles with every gasping breath. you swear he does this shit on purpose, plotting for this outcome because he's been feeling super needy lately.
they just love pleasing their precious girl
you're straddling suguru, your forearms resting against his chest as your nails dig into his skin. satoru is pounding into you from behind, his hands anchored on your hips. he tucks his chin into his clavicle to watch as your gushing cunt sucks him in so greedily. suguru pulls your head down, your cheek resting against his shoulder as his fingers reach under you to play with your clit, sultry words of praise leaving his lips and going straight to your listening ears, "feels good, doesn't it baby? uh uh, don't move. keep takin' him...y'doin so good." you whimper as toru’s impressive length reaches unimaginable depths inside you, the sweet squelches of your needy pussy spurring him on as he drives into you even harder. sugu’s fingers keep working at your throbbing clit while you bite and suck on his neck, interrupted by the symphony of soft ahh’s and ooo’s falling from your swollen lips. a few more rough thrusts and rapid circles against your clit and you’re falling apart on satoru’s cock, spraying all over the their thighs. you gasp and whine when you feel satoru pull out, only for suguru to lift you up and quickly take his place, sheathing himself in your pulsing walls. “you ready, baby?” you glance over you shoulder, watching as satoru sucks his fingers into his mouth, a cheeky smirk on his face, your cock drunk brain too dizzy to respond. you nod, groaning at the feeling of his long, slender digits playing with your ass, dipping in to the second knuckle. satoru works to stretch you out in preparation for you to take them both. your face contorts at the dull ache. "look at me...focus on me, princess," suguru rasps, redirecting your attention to him as he slowly pumps in and out of your gummy walls. your nails scratch down his chest as you rest your forehead against his, breathing deeply in an attempt to relax your body for the inevitable stretch. you already feel so full, your pussy absolutely drenched, your arousal dribbling out around sugu’s girth, but you grow even wetter in anticipation for your two boyfriends to take you at the same time
and if you thought it would be a peaceful transition into sleep after y'all finish fucking, you would be sorely mistaken...the three of you constantly fight for the middle spot in the bed. correction, you and satoru are the ones bickering. as the two of you argue, suguru finds his place and waits for y'all to follow suit, and more often than not, it's suguru in the middle, laying on his back, as you and satoru tuck yourselves under each of his arms and curling into his side, legs thrown over his waist.
it's a very balanced relationship. the three of y'all have your designated nights to cook dinner, your assigned spots on the couch (though you occasionally fight over what to watch), a copasetic routine for showering, going to work, running errands together. and when one of y'all is out of town for work, the two left over keep each other company. it's perfect, a home full of love and laughter.
y'all loooove having threesomes, but sometimes it's too much logistically. and that's totally fine...nothing wrong with some one on one action, whether it be you and toru or sugu and you or the two men having their fun alone.
you arrive home, expecting to be entrapped in a double bearhug by your two boyfriends, only to hear moans and grunts echoing down the hallway. you laugh to yourself as you make your way upstairs. opening the bedroom door, you're greeted by a smiling suguru being topped off by his blond counterpart. "hey baby, how was work?" he asks casually, not even acknowledging the fact that he's actively getting head. you smile softly, walking to the edge of the bed and placing a gentle peck on suguru's waiting lips. "mmm, it was a pretty rough shift...i'm gonna go take a long, hot shower," you reply, exhaustion evident in your voice. satoru sits up, continuing to jerk suguru off. with his free hand, he wipes the spit from his chin, grinning ear to ear as you lean in to kiss him, too. "you sure you don't wanna join us?" "not right now, toru, but i might when i get out," you smile as you walk to the dresser, grabbing a change of clothes before heading toward the master bathroom. you turn back around to face the two of them, giggling at the disappointed looks on their faces. when the door closes, the wet sounds and breathy moans fill the bedroom once more. but of course, not even five minutes into your peaceful shower, your back is pressed up against the tile wall as satoru's tongue laps at your throbbing clit. "this is the best way to decompress, baby," he says before his fingers dip into your core and his lips reattach to your sensitive bud. "f-fuck, toru...feels s'good..." as you surrender to the bliss, you hear the bathroom door open and close. seems like suguru was feeling left out. so much for your alone time, huh?
loneliness is no longer apart of the equation for you. after years of failed relationships and agonizing heartbreaks, you have finally found peace, your yin and yang. you have your boys, and they have you.
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author notes: stsg has had me in a fuckin chokehold recently so i had to get this outta my head. i just rly rly want two boyfriends so so bad and i want my two boyfriends to also be boyfriends. ugh. is that too much to ask? ♡
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manicpixiedckgirl · 5 months ago
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one thing you have to get ready for as a trans woman who's about to come out is certain cis people are going want nothing to do with you afterwards. we all know this, we all talk about this. transphobes going transphobe
but what i dont think we talk about enough is you need to be prepared for a second wave of this. it will come later. it's not tied to anything body change or surgery or whatever.
trans women are treated so poorly by society that we inevitably shrink. we learn how to exist in the spaces that will have us, even if that means cramming ourselves into boxes that don't really fit, being treated in ways we often don't like, doing things we often don't like doing, often even fucking people we don't want to fuck.
at some point, you're going to learn to stand up for yourself. i don't say this to scare you into thinking you'll become a 'mean trans girl' or whatever. but just like transitioning in the first place, it's change or die. you found the first safe harbor and fashioned your anchor to it but you can't go on living with people who don't respect you, working a job you're too smart for, living a life you don't really love.
and when you do, there will be cis people in your life who only liked that meek, quiet girl who would do as she's told. some of these people were malicious, doing it on purpose because they've known enough trans women to know who's vulnerable. some are doing it unintentionally, believing themselves to be a good ally, you've just gotten angry and bitter (this one hurts the most). and some just plain won't like the person you really are, having only known the people pleaser they got to know.
but it's change or die. if you're not you, you're not living. there are so many better people just waiting to love you, but you won't find them chasing after cis approval. and girl, i promise you, you deserve so much more than what you're getting right now. be strong. you've been strong before. i love you.
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solxamber · 2 months ago
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Holding Them and Not Letting Go with: Housewardens + Jamil
a little something before i go all in for the milestone events <3
Other parts: Vice Housewardens + Rollo, Neige ; First Years
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Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle goes bright red the second you wrap your arms around him, stiffening in your hold like he’s forgotten how to breathe. He tries to splutter something coherent—maybe a reminder about PDA rules, maybe a request to know what’s going on—but his voice gets tangled up, and all that comes out is a confused murmur.
You don’t let go, though. Instead, you squeeze him a little tighter, prompting him to look down at you, his eyes widening with soft confusion. “Is… Is something wrong?” he stammers, gently pressing his hand to your shoulder, trying to read your face.
“Nothing’s wrong,” you answer with a warm smile. “I just love you, Riddle. That’s all.”
For a moment, he’s frozen. Just love him? He feels his heart stumble, so unfamiliar with this kind of simple, generous affection. In his childhood, hugs were formal gestures, love was measured and conditional—a reward to be earned, rarely felt freely. But here, with you… you’re holding him because you want to, with nothing expected in return.
Slowly, Riddle’s hands find their way to your back, and he pulls you close with a tenderness that surprises even him. There’s a quiet ache in his chest, an overwhelming mix of joy and disbelief, like he’s filling up with something he never knew he was missing. He clings to you, unable to speak, as though afraid that words might shatter the beautiful warmth settling between you.
You both stay like this, tangled together in silence. In this simple embrace, Riddle feels more seen, more loved, than he ever has before. It’s a feeling he wants to hold onto forever—a happiness he never thought he’d be allowed to have. For the first time, he feels completely at peace.
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Leona Kingscholar
You wrap your arms around Leona, your grip firm as if you’ve decided you’re never letting go. At first, he’s as stoic as ever, arching an eyebrow in mild confusion. “Oi, herbivore…what’s this all about?” he mutters, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
But when you stay silent, he lets out a chuckle, amused by your stubborn clinginess. “If you’re hoping to trap me, you might wanna try harder than that.”
After a few more moments, his teasing fades. You’re still holding him, your head resting against his chest, heartbeat steady against his. He tries to check if youre upset and realizes then that you’re not sad, nor do you seem upset; you’re simply content. When he starts to pull back to look at you, you give him a warm smile and quietly say, “I just…love you.”
The words wash over him, soft and simple yet deeply affecting. His expression shifts, from nonchalance to something much more vulnerable. To Leona, who’s spent much of his life overshadowed, unwanted, and fighting for recognition, the idea of being someone’s first choice feels like an impossibility.
And yet, here you are, holding onto him like he’s the only thing that matters. He swallows hard, not saying anything, but the look in his eyes says it all.
He finally allows his arms to come around you, drawing you in with more intensity than he’d probably ever admit aloud. His tail snakes around your waist in a protective loop, pulling you even closer, as if anchoring himself to you. “Don’t go getting mushy on me,” he mutters, trying to sound unaffected, but his grip tightens just a bit more.
But despite his usual attitude, he’s never felt this…full. Full of pride, full of warmth, full of something he’s struggled to admit he even wanted. And it’s all because of you, the one person who looked past his rough edges and stubborn exterior.
He chuckles softly, burying his face in your shoulder, whispering, “Guess you got yourself a lion for life, herbivore.”
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Azul Ashengrotto
Azul is hunched over his desk, papers and ledgers strewn around him, eyebrows furrowed as he works late into the night. He’s so engrossed that he doesn’t even notice you approaching until you gently climb onto his lap, resting yourself against him without a word. His body goes rigid in surprise, the usual control he wields over his composure completely shattered.
“Are you... feeling alright?” he asks, voice a little breathless, struggling to keep himself calm as you press your face into the crook of his neck. “Are you sick? Is there something wrong?”
You just shake your head, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “I just love you, Azul,” you whisper softly, a warmth in your gaze that sends his heart into overdrive. “And I’m so proud of you.”
With that, you wrap your arms around him again, holding him close, and suddenly, all the strength in him unravels. He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed this—how much he craved reassurance, wanted to know he was worth it.
All his insecurities, fears, and memories of feeling out of place resurface, but they’re softened by your presence, and with just one hug, you’re able to ease away all that self-doubt he keeps buried.
Without another word, he wraps his arms tightly around you, his grip firm and filled with an unspoken desperation. He clings to you as though you’re his lifeline, as though you’re the single steady point in his otherwise frantic world, and for a few moments, he allows himself to just feel—to let go of the worries, to set aside the constant weight of expectations.
The mountain of paperwork on his desk feels meaningless compared to the comfort you bring, and all he wants is to stay like this, holding you as closely as he can, reveling in the feeling of being loved for who he is.
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Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim is in his element, animatedly discussing ideas for his next big celebration. His hands gesture widely, his voice bright, detailing elaborate plans for decorations, food, entertainment—he's clearly in his happy place, and you can’t help but feel utterly captivated by his joy.
Without even thinking, you throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly mid-sentence. Kalim laughs, hugging you back with his usual enthusiasm, though a bit of surprise colors his expression when you show no signs of letting go. “Hey, is everything okay?” he asks, a smile in his voice.
You lean back just enough to grin up at him, eyes shining. “I’m perfectly okay. You just looked so radiant talking about the party—and I love you.”
He stares at you for a beat, completely dazzled, and then his face breaks into the brightest smile as he spins you around, laughter bubbling from both of you. When he finally sets you down, he pulls you close, cradling you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.
“I’m so glad you chose me,” he murmurs softly, his forehead pressing against yours. The simple joy radiates from him, a warmth and gentleness that wraps around you both. It’s a pure, unfiltered happiness that you feel too, knowing that you chose him, and he chose you.
You stay wrapped up in each other, reveling in that perfect moment, glowing with the warmth of shared love. For now, with his laughter filling the room and his arms securely around you, nothing else matters.
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Jamil Viper
Jamil walks into his room, the exhaustion from managing Scarabia weighing heavily on his shoulders. But before he can even remove his shoes, you’re already there, waiting for him. Without a word, you step into his space, your arms winding around him in a gentle but firm embrace.
His body relaxes instantly, the stress of the day melting away as you run a soothing hand down his back. The warmth of your touch settles over him like a blanket, but after a few moments, he notices you haven’t let go. The silence stretches, and his concern grows.
He pulls back just slightly, searching your face with quiet intensity. “Are you okay?” His voice is soft, careful, as though bracing for something serious.
You meet his eyes with a smile, your voice tender but full of affection. “I’m fine. I just… I love you. I’m proud of everything you do. You work so hard, and I see all of it. I just wanted to be here, with you.”
A deep warmth spreads through Jamil at your words, the weight of the day almost forgotten as he pulls you back into him. This time, his hold is even tighter, more possessive, as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, this moment will vanish. His face buries itself into your neck, and he inhales deeply, breathing in the scent of you—your presence, your comfort.
For once, he allows himself to fully sink into the embrace, no longer needing to wear his usual mask.
With you, he doesn’t have to hold back his feelings. For the first time in what feels like forever, he lets his guard drop, the emotional wall he’s spent building his whole life crumbling in the warmth of your arms.
“I could stay like this forever,” he whispers, the words barely audible as he holds you close. His voice is thick with emotion, a mixture of tenderness and longing. “I never want to leave your side.”
In the comfort of your touch, Jamil realizes something. He’s never felt more at peace, more cared for, than he does in this moment. He holds you tighter, savoring the feeling of being loved so deeply, so completely. No matter what happens, he knows this is where he belongs—in your arms, and with your heart.
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Vil Schoenheit
It’s been a long day, and by the time you reach Vil, all you want is to collapse into his arms. But before you can even speak, he’s already analyzing you, frowning at your slumped posture, the bags under your eyes, and the way you haven’t had time to take care of yourself. "Did you eat today? Are you even sleeping? Honestly, I can't—"
And before he can finish his lecture, you launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.
He catches you with his usual elegance, barely flinching. His lips curl in that slight, amused way, but the concern in his eyes softens as you cling to him, not letting go.
"Darling, What's wrong?" he asks, his voice taking on a gentler tone as he instinctively pulls you closer. You can feel the smoothness of his coat beneath your fingers as you bury your face in his chest.
"I missed you," you murmur. "I'm just happy to see you. I love you. And I love that you worry about me."
Vil’s chest tightens at your words, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him. He gently strokes your back, the movement slow, deliberate. “You’re something else,” he teases, his lips twitching, but there’s warmth in his voice. “You know you should’ve eaten something, and yet here you are, throwing yourself at me.”
His hands remain on you, though, pulling you closer, stroking your back with a tenderness he rarely shows in public. He may pretend to be exasperated, but the way his fingers gently brush the length of your spine betrays his true feelings. Deep down, he’s touched by how much you put up with him.
"You should be scolded for your own good," he starts, but it’s a half-hearted attempt. There’s no real bite to his words this time. Instead, he just holds you tighter, deciding that, just for tonight, you don’t need any more lectures.
“You’ll never be rid of me now,” he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “And you’re welcome to lean on me, always.”
In the comfort of his embrace, you let go of the day’s stress, finding peace in the warmth of his arms. There’s no need for anything else, just this moment, just him.
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Idia Shroud
Idia’s explaining the intricate details of a new strategy, his eyes wide with excitement. But then, suddenly, you set your controller down and throw yourself at him in an unexpected hug, effectively cutting off his speech. His hair flares a brilliant shade of pink as his brain momentarily glitches, clearly unsure of how to process what's happening.
And he is in full panic mode. His mind, always working a mile a minute, goes into overdrive trying to figure out what he did wrong, or if he's somehow messed things up.
“Uh—are you okay?” he stammers, voice filled with concern but entirely thrown off by the situation. You don’t answer with words, just a soft smile as you bury your face in his chest.
“I love you,” you whisper, “and you’re adorable.”
He’s used to being alone, to being misunderstood, to retreating into his games and hiding from the world. But here you are, in his arms, embracing him for no reason other than that you love him.
Despite his anxious thoughts swirling, he awkwardly places his arms around you, his body stiff at first, unsure of what to do. It takes him a moment before he relaxes, and as he holds you, his mind starts to clear. All those fears—of not being enough, or of being too much—slowly fade away, replaced by something that feels warm and real.
You, who listen to him ramble about things no one else would care about. You, who understand when he’s not up for going out, who accept him as he is. He feels so undeserving of someone so kind, but at the same time, something deep inside him stirs. It’s happiness. It’s love.
His arms tighten around you as he buries his face into your hair, his heart racing with a mixture of overwhelming joy and disbelief. He’ll never understand why someone like you would choose him, but as long as you’re here, he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
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Malleus Draconia
Malleus stands before you, holding the gargoyle he crafted with such care, the stone masterpiece shimmering in the soft light. "This is for you," he says softly, his voice full of pride. His eyes shine with the unspoken hope that you’ll appreciate the effort.
Before he can say anything else, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace. He freezes for a moment, unsure, before his own arms encircle you with surprising gentleness. He’s always craved touch, but the depth of affection you offer fills him with awe.
The two of you stand there, the moment stretching on in comfortable silence, until Malleus pulls back slightly, his eyes searching your face. "Are you alright?" His voice holds a hint of concern.
You smile at him softly, your words simple but filled with a warmth he rarely hears: "You mean the world to me. I love you."
Malleus's breath catches in his throat, and before he can think, his arms tighten around you. He pulls you impossibly closer, as if afraid you’ll slip away. His heart races as he feels the weight of your love, the pure acceptance and tenderness you give him. The loneliness he’s lived with for so long, the misunderstandings, the isolation—none of it matters now.
He’s here with you. You see him, not as a prince or a fae of great power, but simply as Malleus. And that, more than anything, fills him with a kind of peace he’s never known.
Malleus buries his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly as if to make sure this moment doesn’t slip away. "I will never forget this," he murmurs softly. "I will cherish you... forever."
In your embrace, he finds something he thought was impossible—a sense of belonging. He smiles, feeling the warmth of your love seep into him, and he knows he is truly loved.
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timey-fandom-stuff · 11 months ago
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Have you ever heard of changeling the lost?
I could've sworn I recognized the name from somewhere but I couldn't place it, so I went ahead and looked it up! I'm not real familiar with it, but I think I've come across mentions of the game in passing once or twice. I did a little digging this time out of curiosity.
the concept sounds pretty neat, actually! I can always appreciate darker takes on classic fae stories. if I played DnD-style games I'd probably dig a campaign set there tbh.
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