#i think i will simply perish

[erlandious]

Someone needs to make a four-circle venn diagram that includes Hozier, Florence, Tamino, and The Oh Hellos

[nestavadavat]

Having I 💖 my wife hours

[spectrecowboy]

the triad of all time actually!

[a-most-beloved-fool]

trick - post canon Cardassia garashir

sorry for the delay! It's been a hot minute since I've worked on this one, and I had to wrangle my brain into the right headspace for it!

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Bashir was staring after the retreating nurses, his brows drawn together in a strange expression. One finger tapped idly at the glass in his hand, a restless motion that suggested that the Doctor was thinking.

Always a dangerous occupation, where Bashir was concerned – and in this case, very likely dangerous for Garak, as well.  

He took a sip of kanar, the flavor heavy on his tongue, and then let himself slip into a practiced expression of vague disinterest, directing his gaze somewhere over the Doctor’s shoulder. He suspected, however, that this would not be enough to dissuade Bashir from pursuing this thought of his, the frustrating man.

But, oh, it was Garak's own fault, wasn't it? He was the one who had allowed the Doctor to grow so close to him, who had invited him to Cardassia, of all things! Truly, he had no one to blame but himself.

And sure enough-  

“Garak,” Bashir began, tone almost frighteningly conversational as he leaned forwards over the table, “how many of my colleagues think we’re married?” 

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from this ask game

(I know we are now well post halloween, but if people wished to send me more of these based on the game, it is good incentive to write, so i will surely not object.)

[temtamtom]

On the topic of Heta OCs, I'm finally getting around to exploring this idiot gooner Vatican (Feli's greatest opp)

(Design still not final!)

Please excuse the OC stuff recently, I just got through a major deadline so I'm indulging myself as a lil reward <3 Alternative version under the cut:

[the-way-astray]

you could theoretically read the series in the order 8.5, 9.5, 9 instead of 8.5, 9, 9.5 because books 9 and 9.5 take place parallel to each other but also sophie and keefe never interact between them so hypothetically there should be no difference (and no spoilers either way).

another thing you could theoretically do is alternate between reading books 9 and 9.5. a chapter here, a chapter there. it would be like reading a longer version of unlocked, with the povs alternating between sophie and keefe.

in fact, in theory, there could be a possibility of even less spoilers if you read it 8.5, 9.5, 9. for example, if vespera makes an appearance in unraveled, and you didn't know she would die yet, it could be a really cool way to see her last minute and have an extra layer about her before her death. whereas if vespera makes an appearance in unraveled and you already know she's going to die, it feels a little more empty. not completely meaningless, but like. kinda empty. like if vespera hints at a larger plan or something in unraveled and you didn't know she was going to die, you'd be super excited to see this plan shake out, but now that we know she's going to die something like that wouldn't hit as hard.

[bidokja]

I was joking a while back that the actor they have playing KDJ for the orv movie was too handsome for him and a friend who's read orv was like "KDJ is actually secretly attractive!!" And I just felt my soul leave my body right then

SIGHS...

Okay. Buckle in. I'm gonna finally actually address and explain and theorize about this whole...thing.

I'm not gonna cite any exact chapters cause it's like 11:30 and I've got an 8 hour drive in the morning but I'll at least make an approximate reference to where certain things are mentioned. Also, this post is just my personal interpretation for a good bit of it, but it's an interpretation I feel very solid about, so do with that what you will. Moving on to the meat of things:

There is one (1) instance in the web novel that I know of which describes specific features of Kim Dokja (especially ones other people notice). This takes place when members of KimCom are trying to make Kim Dokja presentable to give his speech at the Industrial Complex (after it's been plopped down on Earth). This is when they start really paying attention and focusing on Kim Dokja's appearance since they're putting makeup on him; I still don't think they can interpret his whole face, but they can accurately pick out and retain more features than usual. If I remember correctly they reference him having long eyelashes, smooth skin, and soft hair. These features can be viewed as (stereotypically) attractive.

Certain parts of the fandom have taken this scene and run with it at a very surface level, without realizing (or without acknowledging at the very least) that this scene is not about how Kim Dokja looks. This is, in part, due to not realizing or acknowledging why Kim Dokja's face is "censored" in the first place, and what that censoring actually means. I think it's also possible that some people are assuming the censorship works like a physical phenomena rather than an altered perception.

I'll address that last point first. The censorship of Kim Dokja's features is not something as simple as a physical phenomena. It's not a bar or scribble or mosaic over his face. If that were true it'd be very obvious to anyone looking at him that his face is hidden. But his face is not hidden to people. They can look at him and see a face. If they concentrate on his eyes, they can see where he's looking. They know when he's frowning or grinning. They see a face loud and clear. But what face are they seeing? Because it's not really his, whatever they're seeing.

No one quite agrees on what he really looks like. And if they try and think about what he looks like, they can't recall. Or if they do, it's vague, or different each time. We notice these little details throughout the series. Basically, Kim Dokja's face is cognitively obscured. Something - likely the Fourth Wall, though I can't recall if this is ever stated outright - is interfering with everyone's ability to perceive him properly. This culminated in him feeling off to others; and since they don't even realize this is happening, they surmise that he is "ugly."

Moving on to the other point about what the censorship means: To be blunt, the censorship of his face is an allegory for his disconnect from the "story" (aka: real life, and the real people at his side). The lifting - however slight - of this censorship represents him becoming more and more a part of the "story" (aka: less disconnected from the life he is living and the people at his side). The censorship's existence and lifting can represent other things - like dissociation or depersonalization or, if you want to get really meta, the fact that he is all of our faces at once - but that's how I'd sum up the main premise of it. (The Fourth Wall is a larger part of the dissociation allegory, but that's for another post).

So you see, them noticing his individual features isn't about the features. It's not about the features! It doesn't matter at all which features got listed. Because they could describe any features whatsoever and it would not change the entire point of the scene. Because the point isn't what he looks like. The point is that they can truly and clearly see these features. For the first time. They are seeing parts of him for the first time. Re-read that sentence multiple times, literally and metaphorically. What does it mean to see someone as they are?

This is an extremely significant turning point dressed up as a dress-up scene.

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P.S. / Additionally, I'm of the opinion that Kim Dokja is not handsome, and he is not ugly. He is not pretty, and he is not ghastly. Not attractive, nor unattractive. Kim Dokja isn't any of these things. More importantly, Kim Dokja can't be any of these things. The entire point of Kim Dokja is that you cannot pick him out of a crowd; he is the crowd. He's a reader. He's the reader. Why does he need to be handsome? Why must he be pretty? Why is him being attractive necessary or relevant? He doesn't, he doesn't, it's not. He is someone deeply deeply loved and irreplaceable to those around him, and someone who cannot even begin to recognize or accept that unless it's through a love letter masquerading as a story he can read. He is the crowd, a reader, the reader. He's you, he's me. He's every single one of us.

[lilyrizzy]

day number eight, for @catofthecanals289 as always, a continuation of this. cw: incest (but like, not reaaaalllly imo lol)

just quickly before we get to the fic...to be honest, i did get upset when I saw someone had used the prequel of this fic/my idea as a prompt in the kink meme to ask for another maxiel story before I got the chance to write and post this. I wanted to be the bigger person and let it go but I just need to say, if you are going to use my stories/fics/ideas to prompt/write, it would be great if you could give them proper credit, and even better, ask me first!

Now, onto the porn!!!

The first time Max had found himself pressed between the bodies of Lord and Lady Ricciardo, he had been nervous with his desire to please them both.

As instructed, Michelle had returned to the queen’s chambers with Daniel in tow, their fingers laced together. Honey-on-honey, so sweet Max was sure his fingertips would come away sticky when he touched either of them, but not sweet enough to allow his hammering heart slow.

In the golden glow of the lamplight standing side by side, they had looked more enticing than any temptress his mother’s silly Fabels had warned him against as a boy. Nudging him forward, Michelle had put her brother between them, an offering of sorts. The perfect blend of hard edges and strength that Max had dared to dream about, wrapped up in a real warmth that he ached to reach out and touch, to feel beneath his fingertips.

Max’s for the taking.

“My lord,” Daniel had said as Michelle continued to guide him forward with the same gentle hand she had used on Max’s skin moments earlier.

Daniel was wearing a shy smile that Max knew was all a show; he’d seen the sultry smiles and lingering glances Daniel had directed Max’s way since arriving at his court. Had watched the eager way his hands danced through the air as he told Max’s men another scandalous story, had heard the laugh that accompanied the tales, demanding the attention of the room.

He’d still had Michelle’s words echoing in his ears; we have shared men before.

But Max was not any other man.

“Your king,” Max had corrected him, daring to take a step closer. He’d made sure to let his face settle into a teasing smile because he’d wanted to see Daniel return it with his own. His real one.

When he had, it had given Max the courage for another step, and then to take Daniel’s chin into his hand, to tilt his head back as though appraising goods at the market. 

“My king,” Daniel had said then. Now he says it also, in exactly the same way. Dutiful. Max hasn’t known how to want anything else since the first time he heard it.

Then, it had been Max who had leaned in to fit their mouths together, still holding Daniel’s face. Since, there has been many more kisses shared, nights made endless with the pleasure of learning each other between sheets that both did and did not contain Daniel’s sister. Enough time for Max to fall in love.

Now, it’s Daniel who advances his touches. 

Already, his front is pressed flush to Max’s back, their skin sweat-damp in every place they touch, but his hands are still seeking more. They trail down Max’s chest, grazing a nipple with his ragged thumbnail. His fingertips dance over Max’s stomach, searching for the ridges below his layers of softness. Riders muscle, Daniel likes to call it with the wicked grin Max might just burn his kingdom to the ground for.

Eventually, Daniel’s hands settle lower. They tangle into Max’s pubic hair, just above where he is moving in and out of Michelle.

With her cheek pressed into the satin of her bedsheets, each thrust punches a gasp from her that heightens the desire cresting in Max’s belly, just as much as her brothers hands. Her hair is spread out across the skin of her arched back, a waterfall of curls. They are covering the beauty mark she wears on her left shoulder, the one Max knows Daniel shares with her. Max has had them both in this position- face down and arse up- for him before.

 With his chin hooked over Max’s shoulder, Daniel’s lips move steadily against the shell of his ear to remind him of this.

“Not so different from behind, I suppose, your Majesty.”

The breathy laugh that escapes from Max’s throat doesn’t hide the stutter of his hips. It makes Daniel giggle too, a sweet sound so different than his booming laugh in court. Max has become accustomed to indulging in it on the nights his sister does not join them in bed.

“I think perhaps my ass is slightly better,” Michelle lifts her head to tease. At the same time, her hand snakes between herself and the bed to begin to touch herself.

Max knows she is just as desperate for this to take as he is. She wants to lie with her own lover without the fear of a bastard child, or their own’s legitimacy being called into question by jealous members of the court.

There are already the half-true rumors over why Max had her brothers chambers moved so close to their own.

Behind Max, Daniel’s hips are moving in time with his. The hard length of him is settled against Max, rutting across the place he longs to have Daniel inside, but- Not with Michelle here.

That is kept for the two of them only, but it doesn’t stop Max yearning for it.

“Daniel,” he whimpers, tilting his head back against his shoulder, giving his lips more room to roam.

Foolishly, he wants to say something about how Daniel will somehow be as much a part of this baby as Michelle, as Max. He longs for Daniel to look at it and see his child. It is wrong, perhaps, but he is the king. The rules are his to make and break.

Daniel has always been good at knowing this.

“Close your eyes, Maxy,” he says, and the sudden switch to the tenderness this private nickname allows has Max groan, following orders where he would follow no others. “Give me your hands.”

To obey, Max has to stop the desperate thrusting of his hips. In the sudden stillness, he hears more clearly the panting of his own breath, of Michelle’s beneath him. Daniel takes his hands, and moves one into her hair.

“I like it when you pull it,” he whispers, and this is something Max has indeed discovered about Daniel, threading his hands into his curls as he has knelt before Max’s thrown to demonstrate his devotion to the crown.

Max does as instructed, is rewarded with a pulsing around his cock that has him groan.

Daniel chuckles low into his ear.

“You like that, don’t you,” he teases. “How tight I am around you.”

“Yes,” Max gasps, as Daniel leads Max’s other hand, to hold his- no, Michelle’s- waist.

“You like my hips too, don’t you,” Daniel continues, guiding Max’s fingertips to feel the wide expanse of smooth skin. “They are perfect for bearing your child, I think.”

Behind the darkness of his eyelids, Max can play along with the pretend. He can imagine it is Daniel he begins to thrust into again, that it is his skin and curls beneath his fingertips, and that finally, it is his hole that milks him dry.

As though tipped over the edge watching Max’s orgasm, Daniel’s own follows quickly, a sticky and steady pulse coating the skin of Max’s ass. When they have left Michelle’s bed and returned to theirs in the King’s chambers, Daniel will clean Max up with his mouth, will let Max suck the taste of it from his tongue, but now-

Daniel reaches past Max, for Michelle. With a steadying hands on her waist, he helps to lift her upright, until her back is pressed to Max’s chest, as Max’s is to Daniel’s. It causes Max to slip from her, and he feels the rush of wetness that follows against the tops of his thighs.

Now it is Max’s turn to watch with his chin hooked over a shoulder. Daniel takes Max’s hand again, and this time moves it to her cunt. By now, he has taught Max how to bring her pleasure, but still it is together that their fingers moving expertly between her folds. The way she grinds herself back against Max has him twitching, despite there being nothing left to spill inside her. 

“There is no one else I would trust with her,” Daniel says, voice low but Max knows it is for the both of them to hear. “Or with you. You are both too precious to me.”

She comes with a shudder, just as Daniel’s lips find Max’s for a final, bruising kiss. Then, he tilts Max’s lips towards those of his wife, Daniel’s sister, as though to seal the love all three of them share, that nobody else would dare to understand.

Max kisses her and feels like a king. 

[just-a-carrot]

i finally finished it... 💦 the tragically romantic dd2 genzy music video...💔

i'm incredibly a bit embarrassed at just how long this ended up taking me to make and how much effort and constant thought went into it. from practicing with the cam, to recording the countless hours of footage, to painstakingly cutting it up and organizing the clips, to then finally starting to edit it together (starting from the middle LKJDFAD), it has been a long endeavor but i regret none of it LOL i also now have like a gadzillion unused clips and various bits of footage

anyway... mayhap with this you'll come to understand the sheer depths of my pain and insanity...

i also added a little treat at the end. thank you for indulging me in this madness...🥺

(DO NOTE that it does contain spoilers for the entirety of the game, including the ending, though the spoiler parts only really start around the 4 minute mark; before that it's all just my camera "skills" lkdjalksfda)

[duskspring]

Let’s all take a moment to think about Cumulus…

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Ok now my day is good :)

[corvidclub]

the loustat girlies who think that Louis only topped for the 80+ years he was away from Lestat because he was subconsciously saving his hole for his hubby... on the one hand: sure, believe whatever makes you happy sweetheart :) but on the other hand: GIRL. bffr with me rn... Louis was ready to bottom for a random british heterosexual after like what? a year? maybe? without dick. Do you think him saying "oh there's room" to Armand was completely innocuous with no double meaning whatsoever? A line which he said as a cruising park regular for months? I'm sorry but a platoon of frenchmen had already dived into that cervix before he even met Armand let alone before he reunited with Lestat...Louis was ready to be with Armand for eternity(!) to piss Lestat off you really think he wouldn't let another man fuck him? a.k.a the easiest and the most obvious way in the entire world to piss him off? hello??

[jcbbby]

what even was my life before Jamie’s Kit Marlowe….

I think you can see I’m going through a heavy Kit moment currently. I always am but rn it’s INSATIABLE 😭

[nexility-sims]

🌷

[ohhgingersnaps]

🫠 <- me, cancelling plans with new friends and waiting for responses in the group chat reassuring me that it's okay and nobody is mad

[that-vampire-loser]

The way I always forget that Kevin Day’s mom was the one that invented exy. Like, he’s got coaches kid syndrome already, but THIS. The poor Exites workers, just trying to do their jobs, when Kevin MymominventedexyandIknowmorethanyou Day walks in the store.

He’s a menace to society

[lanternlightss]

looking back at posts and its so fun seeing exactly which two characters in genshin i was hyperfixated on and that even after like three years it has not changed Once 😭

venti and nameless bard have me wrapped around their fingers istg