#life as aili

[yayasiimsx]

Aili enjoying her spring break 🤍

[lillotte17]

No idea when I will get the chance to finish this, so here is a sneaky peeky at that comic.

[aioliii]

i’m sooo sick of my long hair but also i love her and who would i be without her????

[mystique-6]

Kinktober Day 11: Blindfold

Summary: Astarion introduces the blindfold into their sex life. A good time is had by both.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like these pieces in this series, please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tags: Blindfold, Restraints, Light Bondage, Light Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Light Dom/Sub, Oral Sex (female receiving), Nipple play, Penis in Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Humiliation, Degradation Kink, Begging

**Everything is Safe, Sane, and Consensual**

Additional Notes: This fic involves Spawn Astarion.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

            Ailis and Astarion both stumbled through the door of the abandoned building of the Last Light Inn.  Neither noticed as they continued to kiss each other ravenously.  Astarion walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell backwards onto it.  He followed her, not even giving her a chance to compose herself.  He began to trail kisses down her throat.  He pulled the collar of her shirt aside to reach her collar bone and sucked on her skin there.  She gasped in pleasure as he left mark after mark, but felt a spark of annoyance when he tugged harder at her collar, trying to gain access to her breasts.

            “Astarion, stop,” she complained.  “Let me just take it off.”  He sat up to give her room to do so.

            “Sorry, darling,” he purred, watching her lustfully as she peeled her shirt and undergarment off.

            “Happy now?” she asked teasingly, arching her back a little as she leaned on her elbows to put her breasts on display.

            “Very,” he said, but made no move to continue.  She pouted.

            “Don’t tell me you’ve lost the mood,” she whined and then felt bad.  She knew he had difficulty with intimacy sometimes.  He hadn’t appeared to be disassociating, but sometimes he hid it well.  “It’s okay if you did.  We can just…”  He cut her off with a kiss.

            “I haven’t lost the mood,” he replied with a smile.  “I just wat to try something.  I was wondering how to bring it up.”  She smiled lasciviously at him, and leaned up for another kiss.  He happily returned it and she rolled him over so he was on his back and she straddled his waist.

            “Just ask me,” she murmured softly, tugging gently at an errant, white curl.

            “How do you feel about being tied up…”

            “I’m fine with that as long as you use the silk rope,” she said eagerly.  He gave her an amused smile.

            “And what about being blindfolded?” he asked.  “Are you okay with that?”  She blinked in surprise and shifted off him so she could lie by his side.  He turned to face her, brushing a strand of black-brown hair from her face.

            “Will you take it off if it doesn’t go over well?” she asked.  “I’ve done blindfolds before, but it was a long time ago.  Before…well, before things happened.”

            “If you don’t like it, I will take it off immediately,” Astarion assured her.  She thought about it for another moment and then nodded.

            “Okay.  We can try it,” she agreed and then leaned in for another kiss.  Astarion wrapped an arm around her waist and then maneuvered her to the other side of the bed.  He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a strip of black fabric.  He held it out for her to inspect for a moment, and then, when she nodded, gently placed it over her eyes and tied the ends of the fabric together behind her head.

            “Can you see anything?” he asked.

            “No,” she said after a moment.  “There’s not even light getting through.”

            “Are you all right?” he asked.  “Do you want to continue?”

            “Yes.  I don’t think this is going to be a problem,” she said.  She was only feeling anticipation.  The fabric wasn’t triggering any memories of being pushed up against a dirt wall, even though her vision was just as impeded.

            “Let me know if it does,” he told her.  “Now, hold out your arms.”  She smiled at the firm tone in his voice and did as he asked, holding both out in front of herself.  He moved her arms and tied her wrists together with the silk rope they’d bought.  He then tied the other end to a bedpost.  She went to give an experimental tug and raised her eyebrows when she felt almost no resistance.

            “There’s not a lot of restriction in the rope, Astarion,” she said.

            “Good,” he replied.  “I want to be able to maneuver you.”  She snorted.

            “So, you intend on man-handling me?” she replied.

            “Darling, I intend on doing whatever I want to you,” he purred.  She opened her mouth to quip back, but he captured her with a kiss.  He then nipped and kissed his way down her throat before sucking a nipple into his mouth.  She keened and arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth.  The loss of her sight made her other senses stronger.  The nerves in the breast he was administrating to were on fire and she could feel the ache in the other as her nipple peaked.  She could feel absolutely everywhere he touched her, and she could hear him suckling her too.  Every moan from him sent heat down between her legs and she started to buck her hips up, looking for friction.

            She felt him smiled around her breast and the he released it before latching on to the other.  One of his hands traced idle designs along her hip, but he made no move to touch her where she wanted him.  His mouth left her breast and trailed sloppy, wet kisses down her abdomen.  He then quickly tore off her pants and undergarment before he ran his tongue along the seam where thigh met hip and then bit gently at her hip, not breaking the skin.  He never broke the skin.  Usually, she was relieved he stuck to that agreement, but she felt disappointed today.  She opened her mouth to ask him to bite her, but stopped herself at the last moment, biting her lip.  That was a line she wasn’t ready or even willing to cross.

            “What is it, darling?  I can see you want to ask for something,” he purred and her heart skipped a beat.  She quickly put a firm brake on her tadpole so it couldn’t expose her lie.

            “I want you to touch me,” she insisted.  His hand ran up and down her right thigh.

            “I am touching you,” he said tickling the back of her knee.

            “You know where I mean,” she replied through a giggle.

            “I’m afraid I don’t.  You’ll have to be more specific,” he teased.  “Do you mean here?”  He danced his fingers against her calf.

            “No,” she said, smiling.

            “Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully.  “What about here?”  She screamed with laughter as he began to tickle her feet.  She squirmed and thrashed on the bed, trying to pull her feet away from him, but he followed persistently.

            “No!  No!  Not there!” she cried.  “Please stop!  Please!”  He immediately moved his hand back up to her calf and pulled her leg away from the other.  She felt air on her exposed mound.

            “What about here?” he asked softly, blowing on her clit.

            “Yes.  There,” she confirmed and then jumped in shock when his hand spanked her pussy sharply.  She gasped, but he didn’t give her time to say anything as his hand came down on her again in three rapid successions.  She whimpered and his hand moved to stroke her waist gently.  She jumped when his other hand stroked her left hip.  Every touch felt so intense when she couldn’t see them coming.  She enjoyed the feel of his silky skin gliding gently over her body and then gasped at the sharp pain wherever he hit her; her breasts, her thighs, her cunt.  The burn left by the harsh treatment never seemed to fade when touch was the main sensation she could focus on. 

            Suddenly, he rolled her over onto her stomach and raised her hips in the air until she was on her knees.  Now she understood why he’d kept the rope so loose.  She jumped when he his stroked her rear and she swore she could hear him smirk.  He nipped her left cheek and then soothed the sting with his tongue.  His hand slid soothingly up her back before a sharp smack landed on the back of her thigh and she moaned.

            “Enjoying yourself, darling?” he asked amused. 

            “Touch me,” she ordered impatiently, raising her ass higher in the air, trying to entice him.  He landed a harsh slap on her right cheek and she gasped.

            “You’re being awfully demanding,” he teased.  “I’m the one in charge tonight.”

            “Touch me,” she demanded again and received three more forceful slaps in the exact same spot.  She whined and thrust her hips back towards him.  “Please.”  He snorted.

            “You want me to spank you, don’t you?” he said.  “I could.  I could spank you until every inch of your ass is bright red and feels like it’s on fire.  I could make it so you can’t sit down for a week.  Two weeks even.  Would you like me to do that to you?”

            “Please,” she begged again and then cried out when his hand slapped her so forcefully it stunned her.

            “Too bad,” he said.  “That is not what I have planned tonight,” he said and then pulled her legs further apart and lied down between them.  She cried out again when his tongue parted her folds and he began to lap at her cunt.  She thrust down onto his face, but his hands gripped her hips tightly and held her still, before they moved to her ass and squeezed, his nails digging into the abused skin.  The message was clear.  He was in charge of what she received tonight.  She whined and moaned as he slowly and thoroughly ate her out.  She felt her climax building and her thighs began to shake.  Then, just as she was about to spill over the edge, he stopped.

            “No!” she cried, gasping.  “No.  Please!  I want to cum.”

            “You’ll cum,” he told her.  “But only when I let you.”  She whined and he lowered her hips until she laid flat on the mattress.  She heard the shuffling of clothes beside her and knew he was finally removing his own apparel.  He stamped a kiss at her tailbone and then kissed his way up her spine to her neck.  He used his knee to push her thighs apart and then he slid into her soaked and needy cunt.  He moved in slowly…agonizingly slowly.  She could feel every inch of him sliding into her.  She felt one of his arms extend past her head and then felt him untie the rope from her wrists.  He didn’t give her freedom to use her arms, however.  He pinned her hands with his own on either side of her head.  He pulled back out slowly and then moved back in at the same glacial pace.

            “Faster,” she urged.

            “You’re in no position to be making demands,” he said sternly as he pulled out again.  She whined and begged as he continued at the same torturously slow pace. 

            “Please, please, please, pleasepleaseplease,” she gasped out as he moved.  He clucked his tongue.

            “What shameless behavior, Ailis,” Astarion admonished.  “You should be embarrassed.  You should be happy to accept whatever I give you.”  She whimpered and a tear leaked from behind the blindfold down her cheek.  He kissed it away.

            “Please, Astarion.  Please,” she begged.

            “Oh, all right,” he sighed, and his next thrust was much harder.  He let go of her left hand to play with her breast as he picked up his pace.  He rolled the nipple each time he thrust into her.  She felt her release building again and went to touch herself with her free hand, but he reclaimed it and pinned it with his own again.  She cried in protest.

            “You cum from this alone or you don’t cum at all, Ailis,” he said.

            “NO!  Please,” she sobbed.  His pace increased and she could tell he wouldn’t last much longer.  She tried to grind into the sheets but she couldn’t get enough friction.  “Astarion, please.  Please!  I can’t cum like this!  Please!  I need you to touch me.  Please!”  She expected him to ignore her, but his hand left hers and moved under her.  His fingers brushed her clit once, twice, and then she screamed as she went over the edge.

            When she regained her thoughts, she slowly blinked open her eyes and was surprised to find the blindfold had been removed.  She was laying on her side and Astarion had his arms around her, holding her close to his chest.  She smiled at him and cuddled closer, the fingers of her left-hand curling over his shoulder to hold him closer.  He brushed his hand through her hair and kissed her forehead.

            “How are you feeling?” he asked.

            “Never better,” she replied through a yawn and she felt him smile against her forehead.

            “Are you sure?  I didn’t go too far?  I was…well, we didn’t discuss some things.  Was I too mean?” he asked, fussing over her.  She forced herself to pull away a little so she could look him in the eyes.

            “No.  I had fun,” she assured him.  “I like it when you’re bossy.”  A wicked smile crossed his face and she knew she shouldn’t have admitted that.  She gave him a stern stare.  “Only sometimes, Astarion.  I wouldn’t try that out of the bedroom.”  He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose.  He stroked her back soothingly and she started to slip back under but she noticed he looked a little guilty.  “What is it?  What’s wrong?”

            “I think I went too far, Ailis,” he said.

            “You didn’t.  I said I liked it,” she soothed.

            “No.  I mean…I think I hit you too hard,” he replied.  She frowned.

            “You didn’t, Astarion,” she said.  “I liked everything you did to me.”

            “Ailis, you have a hand print on your ass,” he told her.  She immediately tried to crane her head over her shoulder to see, but she couldn’t.  She moved her hand back to her ass and hissed when her fingers touched a warm, raised patch of skin.  She could feel it had raised into a welt in some places and it even felt hot to the touch. 

            “Ouch,” she replied, a little shocked and then she laughed.  Astarion looked surprised for a moment and then he laughed too. 

            “I’m sorry, darling,” he said after a moment when they’d both stopped laughing.

            “It’s okay,” she said.  “I like having your marks on me.”  He groaned and buried his face in her shoulder for a moment before looking back at her face.

            “Let me grab a healing potion for you,” he said and started to get up but she wrapped her limbs around him and held him to her.

            “No,” she said.  “I want to feel it.”

            “Ailis…”

            “Please,” she insisted and he sighed. 

            “All right,” he relented.  “But you’re the one who’s explaining to the others why you can’t sit down tomorrow.”  She smiled and burrowed further against his chest.  His arms came back around her and began stroking her back.  She fell asleep in the safe haven of his arms. 

[xinyuehui]

Nobody, literally nobody:

Me: What if I did a Guangyan and try to read (all) the manhua in Yiyong's room ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

Here's short reviews of them, some of them are very Yiyong teenboy kind of manhua, and some of them have similar themes to onhct in general

Guangyan is correct, these are all completed works 🥺

上上籤 Loss of The Holy Seal by YinYin. Only 5 chapters, I read the whole thing. Plot: Heaven is in a frantic mess due to the Holy Seal being lost in the mortal realm. Which uncovers a story about a water goddess, Ling Yu, who feels helpless when she can not help humans who are suffering from natural disasters. Set in modern day with Chinese mythical elements.

地獄遊行 lit. Hell Parade (no official English title I can find) by 布克 L.buBu (the artist is on tumblr @/lbubu) Plot: Fantasy setting. Protag Aili was born with incredible magician abilities compared to a lot of normals but he seems to be uninterested in his magician abilities to save the world.

異人茶跡 Formosa Oolong Tea by 張季��� Kiya. Plot: The story revolves around the endeavours of John Dodd, a Scottish merchant, and his comprador Li Chunsheng, during the Qing Dynasty. It explores their significant contributions to the growth and establishment of the tea industry in northern Taiwan. This one is pretty good, if you're tea drinker this is some good history!

狗臉的歲月─記1629梯 My Life As A Dog by 李鴻欽 Li Hong Chin. Plot: The main protagonist enlists in the army and tells a story of his time there. This one isn't my thing but Yiyong probably likes a bit of a "lad" comic.

閻王帖 Invitation of Yama by 柚子 You Zih. This one is fun I like it, it reminds me of Hoozuki No Reitetsu and Fukigen Na Mononokean. The protagonist possesses Ying Yang eyes meaning he can see ghosts. After an accident, he meets a guy who wears a mask and is a worker in the underworld. Mask guy's weapon is a massive calligraphy brush!

無名歌 lit. Untitled Song by ROCKAT 搖滾貓. This one is on webtoon! Protagonist Taiyang had a rock music dream, now as a "failure" adult he works in an entertainment company as a manager. He bumps into a girl busking on the street who happened to recognise him from his early music days and has every album (2) his band and him once produced. Then onwards he rediscovers his love for music... probably, I didn't finish it lol

and I couldn't be bothered for now to read the rest:

雲之獸：來自遠古的守護者 Beast of Clouds: The Guardian of Ancient Times by 漢寶包Hambuck

1661國姓來襲 Kongxinga Z by 李隆杰 Li Lung Chieh

九命人 Nine Lives Man by 姜振台 Ah Tui

FLAVORS魔廚 by 爆野家BAKUNOYA

Okay I did read this one though, even though I'm not sure if Yiyong has it or not:

守娘 Tan-Tsiu-Niu by 小峱峱 Nownow. This is a phenomenal heavy read. It's inspired by Tan Tsiu Niu, a women who lived in the Qing Dynasty that died of a tragic murder. Story has themes of folklore, ghosts and superstitions. Main protagonist Jie Niang grew up in a family who did not force foot binding onto her, however that caused a lot of gossip around her "big feet" and how she could ever get married off like that. Through an incident of a women in her village, she begins to uncover what horrors the villagers have been doing to baby girls and women. Let's just say I'm not the same person after reading this.

(I shall update the reviews whenever I find time to finish the rest (●'◡'●)

[incorrect-mtg]

Flavor Text Highlights - Core Sets (4th-10th Edition)

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This entry will be the largest one yet, with 4 cards for each category. All new flavor texts of pre-M10 core sets will be taked into account.

Cool - Truce (5th Edition)

Not all victories require defeat. —Onean idiom

Phyrexian Hulk (7th Edition)

It doesn’t think. It doesn’t feel. It doesn’t laugh or cry. All it does from dusk till dawn Is make the soldiers die. —Onean children’s rhyme

Regeneration (7th Edition)

“Why should death always have the last word?” —Llanowar druid

Llanowar Elves (5th Edition)

One bone broken for every twig snapped underfoot. —Llanowar penalty for trespassing

Funny -

Might of Oaks (7th Edition)

“Guess where I’m gonna plant this!”

Sizzle (8th Edition)

“Of course you should fight fire with fire. You should fight everything with fire.” —Jaya Ballard, task mage

Temporal Adept (9th Edition)

“If yesterday was two days ago tomorrow, will the day after tomorrow be today or yesterday?” —Temporal Manipulation 101 final exam, Tolarian Academy

Manabarbs (10th Edition)

“I don’t know why people say a double-edged sword is bad. It’s a sword. With two edges.” —Kamahl, pit fighter

Worldbuilding -

Ornithopter (6th Edition)

“It has been my honor to improve on the Thran’s original design. Perhaps history will remember me in some small part for my work.” —Urza, in his apprenticeship

Wrath of Marit Lage (8th Edition)

“Marit Lage lies frozen in a glacier’s heart. Still her dreams take form in our world, stealing the heat from our souls.” —Halvor Arenson, Kjeldoran priest

Ascendant Evincar (10th Edition)

His soul snared by an angel’s curse, Crovax twisted heroism into its purest shadow.

Blackmail (9th Edition)

In addition to killing peasants, punishing subordinates, and raising an army of nightmares, Braids somehow found time for her favorite hobby: petty extortion

Emotional -

Pacifism

Without warriors there can be no war.

Agonizing Memories

“I think little of the foes I’ve slain. But I’m haunted by the friends I’ve sent to die.” —The Southern Paladin

Icatian Scout

“In these, our final days, I offer this. Though we could not save Icatia, we gave our children time to grow, and love, before it fell.” —Ailis Connaut, diary

Grafted Skullcap

“Every day, I fight for my life and win. Every night, I fight to remember my name and lose.”

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[weirdestbooks]

The USSR and the Battle for the Existence of Indigenous Countryhumans (Wattpad | Ao3)

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These newspapers and newsreels were compiled by The Countryhumans Research Archival Project, in conjunction with countryhuman experts Ailbhe O’Brien, Dr. Professor Zagajewski Zuboly, and Aili Vuorenmaa to draw attention to a little-known modern campaign to deny the existence of certain countryhumans. 

The subject of these propaganda newsreels and newspapers is condemned by everyone involved, and the experts would like to draw attention to the long documented histories of indigenous countryhumans.

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Published in the Правда, 15 April 1933, Translated from Russian by Anastasiya Volkova of the Countryhumans Research Archival Project

WESTERN SPY CAUGHT IMPERSONATING PERSONIFICATION IN PLOT TO KILL KARELIAN ASSR AND LENINGRAD OBLAST

On 13 April 1933, the Militsiya discovered two women in the Leningrad Oblast, claiming to be the personifications of nations meant to replace the Karelian ASSR and Leningrad Oblast. The women were attempting to incite riots and bring about an uprising meant to kill the Leningrad Oblast and the Karelian ASSR. A search of their home discovered capitalist leaders supported the plot as a land grab for capitalist nations, allowing them to gain a foothold inside the USSR. The two women and over a thousand co-conspirators were arrested.  

The Militsiya think this is only the first of many plots to try to assassinate personifications and replace them with human fakes. They encourage anyone with information on “personifications” not recognized by the Supreme Soviet of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics to bring the information to the Militsiya so they can prevent more of these plots. 

The Karelian ASSR and Leningrad Oblast have been brought to Moscow under the protection of their Father, the Russian SFSR, in order to prevent any attacks from succeeding. When questioned, they expressed their disgust at the plot.

“We expect to be targeted by capitalist plots from Finland, but what we don’t expect is these spies to have the audacity to impersonate nations to add legitimacy to their claims. It is a disgusting tactic that insults all countryhumans, as well as a dangerous plot and one that I will ensure is prevented to the full extent of my power.” Karelian ASSR stated, voice strong despite the recent threat to his life. He showed no fear and encouraged his people to do what they could to turn in more false personifications.

“The plot was so disgusting in its lack of respect for all countryhumans. I’m surprised by the gall to go through with it. We will do everything we can to prevent this, not only for the safety of our people but to preserve the integrity of the real nations born to ensure Russia a prosperous future.” Leningrad Oblast testified to the government as he called for a new law to prevent the impersonation of personifications.

The USSR says that the imposters will most likely try to pretend to be personifications of ethnic groups personified by the subdivisions of the USSR as a way to undermine the USSR’s subdivisions and gain control of large amounts of land. He encouraged the nation to stay strong and said that this plot, now that it has been discovered, will no longer pose any significant threat to any personifications.

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Published in the Правда, 20 April 1933, Translated from Russian by Anastasiya Volkova of the Countryhumans Research Archival Project

CAPITALIST PLOT TO DESTROY SOVIET PERSONIFICATIONS FOILED

Another co-conspirator in the plot to assassinate countryhumans has failed, and another arrest was made in the Karelian ASSR. The woman was found with many plans to assassinate the Karelian ASSR, stolen weapons, and a letter to Finland asking for the nation to annex the Karelian ASSR. The Militsiya have begun investigating her neighbors to see if they can discover more information on the plot or the locations of any more impostor countryhumans.

The threat has been contained to the Karelian ASSR and the Leningrad Oblast. However, officials warn that the plans could spread to other parts of the USSR and warn people to look out for their communities and personifications. 

The Karelian ASSR personally assisted in the arrest, claiming that he was not going to be intimidated by the threats to his life, and once again called for a law banning people from impersonating personifications.

“It is not the threat to my life that concerns me, but the insult to countryhumans worldwide. We live and struggle through so much pain to provide for our people, and people take our existence as a tool to attack each other. It is the vilest plot, and I strongly encourage my brother’s government to pass a law banning this action.”

The USSR was not available for comment, although the Russian SFSR and Moscow Oblast hinted that the government had plans to enact the law all personifications of the USSR have been calling for. 

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Published in the Правда, 20 May 1933, Translated from Russian by Anastasiya Volkova of the Countryhumans Research Archival Project

NEW LAW BANNING IMPERSONATIONS OF ANY PERSONIFICATIONS-REAL OR FAKE

A law heavily supported by the personifications of the USSR has just been passed, protecting the countryhumans from the rise of imposters who have been attempting to assassinate them for control of their land. The law states that anyone caught impersonating a countryhuman, regardless of their intention, will be convinced of treason and can face life in prison or even a death sentence. While it is a harsh punishment, the government hopes that this law will provide the countryhumans with the security they need.

“The punishment is harsh, yes, but that is because these people have done nothing but attempt to hurt my family.” the Russian SFSR said, “This law allows our country to protect my family and further us secure ourselves as a nation against the capitalist threat that seeks to hard to destroy us.”

The three imposters arrested last month will now face trial under this new law. All three have confessed to their plots and will be tried in a few days. More reports of imposters have come in, and under the new law, the Militsiya has begun investigations.

The Militsiya warns that just because this law is in place does not mean the threat is over and encourages citizens to keep an eye out for more imposters.

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Newsreel from Центральное телевидение СССР, aired 11 December 1933, Transcribed and Translated from Russian by Anastasiya Volkova of the Countryhumans Research Archival Project, with descriptions of the video to provide for easier understanding.

The video starts with a line of three men with faces painted to look like countries. 

(Transcribers Note: The flags are not ones any of the experts were able to track down as belonging to any known Russian indigenous personification, and to their best understanding, the flags were invented for the purpose of this propaganda video)

A hose sprays down the three men, washing off the paint and revealing human faces. The camera then pans away from them to the Crimean Oblast and the Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic. 

(Transcriber’s Note: now known today as the Autonomous Republic of Crimea and Ukraine. At the request of Ukraine, they will be called by their Soviet-era names for the rest of the transcript) 

Their faces are blank and emotionless. Despite their well-made clothes, both look skinny and underfed, a result of Holodomor.

Ukrainian SSR [stepping towards the humans, voice confident]: This attempt at the lives of me and my people, my family, is a terrible and disgusting plot. You show no shame nor any dignity towards the lives of your countrymen or your countries.

Crimean Oblast just stands there, but her right-hand shakes. The camera then pans to another human, standing tall and proud with a large smile. 

Ukrainian SSR [off-screen]: This brave citizen reported your actions and provided us with the information we needed to catch you. I thank her not only for her service to her country but also for saving the lives of my daughter, Crimean Oblast, and me.

The camera then turns back to the humans pretending to be countries where they have been handcuffed and are being carried away by the NKVD.

Ukrainian SSR [off-screen]: May our country stay forever strong against capitalist threats!

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Recording of an Interview with Ukraine, 18 January 2021, Transcribed by Ailbhe O’Brien.

[start recording]

Interviewer: 18 January 2021. Interview with Ukraine on Soviet Propaganda against native countryhumans. 18 January 2021. Interview with Ukraine on Soviet Propaganda meant to discredit Indigenous Personifcations. Thank you for your time, Mr. Ukraine.

[papers shuffling, Interviewer coughing]

Ukraine: Prošu, buď laska. I am glad you reached out to me. I…I do not want to have the things I did as the Radianska Sotsialistychna Respublika be what I am remembered as. I want to explain myself.

Interviewer: Well, that is what we are for. [clears throat] Now, would you like to start, or would you like prompt questions?

Ukraine: I’m interested in your questions, although I might not always have answers.

Interviewer: That’s alright. Now, I assume it was not your decision to partake in the propaganda videos.

Ukraine: No, most propaganda stuff I participated in, I was coerced into doing. Rosiya and Soyuz Radyansʹkykh Sotsialistychnykh Respublik planned most of them. As the subdivisions, we were essential in their creation, as we helped…uh…show that more of the country was behind the ideals in them. No matter how much we disliked the contents, you didn’t have a choice. Free will was not something we were allowed to have.

Interviewer: What happened if you didn’t agree?

Ukraine [short laugh, bitter]: You did not have a choice. Even if you tried to disagree…[breathing heavy]

Interviewer: We can move on–

Ukraine: Ni! I can do this. Even if you tried to disagree, you would still be made to do it, one way or another. Even though, as the Radianska Sotsialistychna Respublika, I was not a colony by law, we…all of us…all…you were still under his control. And he had ways of making you listen. By then…by then most of us were too scared to speak against him. You feared for yourself and your people, and being manipulated like that, isolated and born into a terrible environment [Ukraine’s voice cracks]…you did bad things to just…feel safe, to stop the pain.

[Silence for about ten seconds.]

Interviewer [voice gentle]: Would you like another question?

Ukraine [Voice slightly teary]: Tak. 

Interviewer: Did you know what you were filming was planned? 

Ukraine [snort of laughter]: Of course I did. It was all nisenitnytsya. Propaganda videos we were in were always staged.

Interviewer: How did you react when you heard about what the 11 December 1933 video was going to be about?

Ukraine: I was probably not as horrified as people expect me to be. Soyuz Radyansʹkykh Sotsialistychnykh Respublik hated personifications in his country that weren’t his to control, so indigenous personifications were always a target of his. Creating actual propaganda to find out where they were and either kill them or lock them up was a logical next step for him. That’s the thing about Soyuz. For all his power, he lived in fear. That fear is why so many of us were hurt.

Interviewer: Have you ever been able to apologize to targeted countryhumans for your role, however forced, in this plot?

Ukraine: Ni. Most of them live off the grid now or as humans. They’re very hard to find because of what happened. I…[Ukraine pauses for fifteen seconds as fingers drum the table] I want to, but I’m not sure how realistic that will be.

Interviewer: Why not?

[Ukraine laughs]

Ukraine: Apologies aren’t really something we do. Besides, as I said, they stick to themselves now as a result of this. Given the chance, I’ll apologize for the videos I’m in, but as I said, this wasn’t my plan. There are two people they’d want an apology from, and one’s dead, and the other gave a flimsy one years ago and now thinks he’s in the clear.

Interviewer: You’re talking about Russia and the Soviet Union, correct?

Ukraine [dryly]: What gave it away? In any case…the legacy of those policies is going to affect Russia’s people, affect the people of all the former Sotsialistychna Respublika for a long time. My people believe in them now, the governmentless ones, but there are still many conspiracy theorists in my land and abroad who believe in the lies we told almost a hundred years ago. 

Interviewer: I’ve seen quite a few of those conspiracy theorists before. One of them attempted to break into a CRAP office to “destroy information about fake countryhumans” in reference to a few interviews done with the indigenous countryhumans Aleut and Haida. I didn’t realize that conspiracy theory originated with the Soviet propaganda.

Ukraine: Oh, I’m sure it existed long before Soyuz made it law. I think we just worsened it. Do you have any more questions?

Interviewer: I have more, just not about the propaganda. Do you want to do those now or arrange a different time to talk about your life?

Ukraine: I think that is an interview I would like to do later when I have more time to prepare myself [Ukraine laughs]. I didn’t have a happy life, and I’m really only willing to talk about the propaganda today.

Interviewer: Understandable. It was nice meeting you, Mr Ukraine.

[inaudible, recording ends]

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Newsreel from Центральное телевидение СССР, aired 14 February 1934, Transcribed and Translated from Russian by Anastasiya Volkova of the Countryhumans Research Archival Project, with descriptions of the video to provide for easier understanding.

The USSR is sitting behind a desk with a small smile.

USSR: Hello, citizens of my country. I am sure that most of you are aware of the past threats to my life and the lives of my brothers, Karelian ASSR and Leningrad Oblast, from imposters pretending to be countries hoping to kill and replace us. While it is nice to think that the threat is over with the new law's passage, it is not. The Militsiya has found evidence that this threat is still very much present and still puts my family’s safety at risk. That is why I ask you, my people, my comrades, to keep an eye out for these threats and to do what you can to make our home safe from all those who wish to destroy it. These imposters think they can destroy us, and I know you can prove them all wrong.

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Recording of an Interview with Leningrad Oblast, 20 January 2021, Transcribed and Translated from Russian by Anastasiya Volkova of the Countryhumans Research Archival Project.

[start recording] 

Anastasiya [in English]: 20 January 2021. Interview with Leningrad Oblast on Soviet Propaganda meant to discredit Indigenous Personifications.

Anastasiya: Hello, Mr. Leningrad Oblast.

Leningrad Oblast: Hello, ma’am. Please, call me Leningrad. We’re here to discuss the…propaganda created to discredit the indigenous countryhumans, correct?

Anastasiya: Yes, we are. Thank you for coming. And, if you don’t mind, can I ask a favor?

Leningrad Oblast [nervously]: Father won’t do an interview. His government has banned him from it. They don’t know I’m doing this, actually. 

Anastasiya [alarmed, concerned]: We don’t have to do this if it’ll�� [cut off by Leningrad Oblast laughing]

Leningrad Oblast: Don’t worry, I’ll be okay. 

Anastasiya: Are you sure?

Leningrad Oblast: Yes, I’m sure. Now, the questions?

Anastasiya: Ah, yes. Now, we have heard from others that it was not their decision to participate in the propaganda. Was it your decision, or were you also coerced into doing it?

Leningrad Oblast: Not as much as the more ethnic subdivisions were. They had more division, more hate for the USSR and my father. I was more willing to follow my father and brother into whatever plan they had. I…I genuinely believed I was helping people.

Anastasiya: I know that many of the indigenous personifications and their people were also your people. Were you not affected by their opinion?

Leningrad Oblast [sadly]: Of course I was…they were still my people at the end of it all. But my father, brother, and the respective governments practically trained us from birth to ignore the calls of our people in favor of whatever they were saying. They called the voices of dissent a sickness, a plague from capitalist nations that they were trying to cure with the deportations. They told us that listening to them did not help them. They compared it to martial law. Do you know how that works?

Anastasiya: I do, yes. Were you taught that the indigenous countryhumans were all fakes?

Leningrad Oblast: I…when I was a child, I believe I knew they were real. But during this time, the schools changed what they taught, and the USSR did everything he could to destroy evidence of their existence. So I forgot, too. Not to mention, it was so ingrained in everything we did; you just believed it. So yes, I was taught they were not real. I believed they were not real. [Leningrad Oblast’s voice becomes regretful] No matter the evidence, I was firm in that stance.

Anastasiya: When did you start to think differently?

Leningrad Oblast: Oh, I wish I could say I thought differently during the 1960s and 1980s, but I did not think differently until I saw…I started to believe that other countries could have them, but I did not believe we could until I saw some of them on TV, in newspaper photos, telling the stories of their people and what we did to them. It was like a punch to the face. You think you are protecting your people, both the Russians and the ethnic minorities, by exterminating the fakes. Finding out…no, realizing the truth was hard. I am not so disillusioned to believe I am a good man, but in that moment, it really hit me that I am not a good man. 

Anastasiya: Have you ever tried to apologize for it, or even want to?

[Leningrad Oblast sighs, and there is a silence]

Leningrad Oblast: There are two answers I can give. One will make the humans happy. The other is the more… actual reality behind things. So I will provide the best answer I can, prefaced with this. I am not human. I feel emotions and regret, of course, but like all personifications, I express them very differently than humans do. I regret it, of course, and if I got the chance, I would apologize for the suffering. But I will not seek them out to apologize. I thought I was helping my people. I was not trying to kill them. [Leningrad Oblast’s voice becomes hard] If the USSR was, then he was trying to kill them, but I was told I was helping my people, and I, perhaps foolishly, believed that. I will not apologize for trying to do the best for my people.

Anastasiya: Thank you for the honesty. 

[inaudible]

Anastasiya: And I thank you for your courage. 

Leningrad Oblast: Sometimes I wonder if courage is more foolishness. I have seen far too many people do stupid things in the name of courage. However, that is a talk for another time. Anything else?

Anastasiya: Was it easy for you to become convinced of the fact that the indigenous personifications were actually fake?

Leningrad Oblast: I’m…uh…I’m not too sure. Sorry.

Anastasiya: That’s alright. Do you have anything else you feel you need to say on this topic?

Leningrad Oblast: No…no, I don’t think I do. Thank you for the opportunity.

Anastasiya: Thank you for coming Mr. Leningrad Oblast. 

[end recording]

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Recording of an Interview with Izhoria, 21 January 2021, Transcribed and Translated from Izhorian and Finnish by Aili Vuorenmaa. 

[start recording] 

Interviewer: [in English] 21 January 2021. Interview with Izhoria, also known as Izhorians on Soviet Propaganda meant to discredit Indigenous Country Spirits.

Interviewer: Tere, Izorit. Thank you for agreeing to do this. It means a lot to be able to build a more complete record for the archives.

Izhoria: One of us needed to tell our story and tell the world what happened.

Interviewer: If you don't mind, why did you approach us for the interview? No offense to you, of course. This was just a surprise.

Izhoria: It is no trouble on my part. There are already too many lies about my life and that of my daughter. I feel it is only right to have my story recorded. I know you probably have questions, but I would like a moment to talk and explain my side.

Izhoria: North Ingria and I never had any plans to kill Karelia, or Russia, or any of them. We wanted to be left alone in peace to live our own lives. The USSR had been bearing down on us for quite a while, trying to make us become Russians or accusing us of being spies. It was them being insecure about the fact that they couldn’t control all the Finnic native personifications. North Ingria and I knew something might happen to our people or us. We didn’t expect the witch hunt we got. Even the Russian Empire, as much of an asshole he was, still acknowledged the existence of native personifications. Even the worst people did. They knew we existed, and most didn’t try to deny it. But then the police came and arrested North Ingria and me.

Interviewer: Did you know why? 

[Izhoria makes a strange noise, almost like a laugh]

Izhoria: I did. We both did. [Izhoria makes a noise almost like her voice breaking but passes so quickly it is hard to tell]. North Ingria was terrified. They seemed to focus more on her than me, presumably because her father was Finland. They called her a spy and said she was reporting things to her father so Finland could come and attack the USSR. I think we both feared for her life.

Interviewer: Was that because she was in contact with her father?

Izhoria: I can’t say for sure. The letters were never anything more than familial conversation between a father and daughter, and it was never about anything like trying to restart North Ingria as a country. Neither of us was guilty of anything besides being perceived threats to insecure boys. Our crime was our existence, and in North Ingria’s case, trying to keep in touch with her father and little brother after Uhtua passed. 

Interviewer: Did you know about the law that would be passed?

Izhoria: Not until a few months later, when Moscow Oblast tried to…convince…me to give up my human name and face so they could monitor me and give me “proper” arrest documents. After all, I wasn’t a real personification to them, so they refused to accept documents with Ižóra.

Interviewer [shocked]: I thought discussing human names and faces was a taboo for country spirits?

Izhoria: It depends on the countryhuman whether or not that information is given freely. My own opinions on it didn’t matter. I would not give them up, not to the people who I knew wanted me dead. When you are threatened, you don’t give your enemy a weapon. Moscow Oblast eventually realized I was not giving them up and had me deported. 

Interviewer: I know that despite the law eventually being repealed, indigenous country spirits still face hate and people claiming they are fakes. Is that something you’ve dealt with?

Izhoria: What humans say about my existence does not bother me. I am a very old woman who has been through many things. People will always find reasons to hate what they don’t like, and I will not dedicate my time to justifying my existence to them. 

Interviewer: I see. Is there anything else you would be willing to discuss with us about North Ingria or yourself?

Izhoria: North Ingria did not deserve to die for who her father was, and neither of us was guilty of any real crime. Is that all you need?

Interviewer: Yes, it is. Thank you for taking the time to speak with us.

[end recording] 

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Letter received from Ingrian Finns, 13 March 2021, Translated from Finnish by Aili Vuorenmaa. 

Countryhumans Research Archival Project, 

Hyvää Iltaa, I regret that I am not able to address this subject in person, but I have heard of your latest project from Izhoria and how she testified to your cause. If I understand correctly what your project on the USSR laws is for, I believe it’s only fitting that you hear my side of the story as well. I respect Izhoria greatly, but she does not know the full events of what happened to my mother, the personification of North Ingria before me.

The details of her life after Izhoria is a story lost to time, surviving only in the remains of the life I remember.

Where her life ended, mine began. I sincerely hope my story and the information I can provide will assist you in reaching your goal and answer any questions you may have wanted to ask me, including what happened to the personifications that did not survive the oppressive laws.

I was born in 1938, five years after the persecution of indigenous countryhumans became legal. 

I was born thousands of miles away from my people’s homeland, in the same gulag my mother was killed in, Krasnojarsk. I do not know how she died, and I do not want to find out. I have seen enough in my short life. I do not want to see any more. I was born scared, alone, and in a place I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. 

From birth, I learned to hide, to stay quiet, to avoid drawing eyes on me. My existence was illegal; my mother had been killed for being who she was. If I'd been found out, I would be as well. Anyone who followed me would probably be killed or, worse, taken by Russia and the USSR and forced to forget who they were supposed to be. If they could not kill us, they would control us.

As much as it scared me to be Inkeri, I had to be for my people.

Every day, I tried to help even though I was so young and didn’t really know anything. I tried to help, but I was just a kid, alone and scared in a gulag, the only home I had ever known.

In my dreams, I was haunted by the memories of how my mother came to that horrific place and comforted by the faint memories of a happy childhood. It was a confusing and terrifying time. I thank my people’s strength for keeping me strong through it all, keeping me going despite the fear and uncertainty and the fact that I was so alone as a countryhuman.

The Soviet countryhumans would not help me, either supporting the plan willingly or being forced to, as they were given no choice but to be whatever was demanded of them. Any indigenous countryhumans that had been arrested were either dead, were a child like me dealing with the aftermath, or were far away, in another prison. The Soviets tried to keep indigenous couuntryhumans away from each other, scattered in different prisons, with minor exceptions. I once saw Crimean Tatars in Krasnojarsk (probably arrested for being an imposter, as Crimea existed, but I could never be sure), but I never spoke to him. I feared he would realize what I was and accidentally reveal my existence to the Soviets. As far as the Soviets were concerned, Inkeri was dead, and my survival depended on them continuing to think that.

My survival depended on many things going my way.

I only lived through the help of others. Some were the few people who recognized me for what I was, and others were the people who had just seen a child with no family, name, or home and wanted to help him. Those people were kind in ways I cannot describe. I miss them dearly, as they all passed long ago, but I know they are at peace now, which brings great comfort.

I sometimes wonder if that is odd to those who expect me to be grieving. I think most of the world thinks I am in a constant state of grief, but I am not. It has never helped me once to spend time on grief. It has not helped my people either. If we hadn't had sisu, we wouldn’t have survived and would have withered away like they wanted us to.

I might have lived in fear, but I refused to wither away. I was afraid, but my love of life was stronger than that fear. I had many things I wanted to do when–and I do mean when. I always hoped I might be free one day, and I had dreamed about what I could do when my time in the gulag ended.

I wanted to go home, for I was so terribly homesick. That might sound odd to you, as I was born and raised in Krasnojarsk, but I was homesick for Ingria. I was homesick for my people’s homeland, a place I had never been to or seen. 

I am still homesick for that place, as I have never been able to live there. Part of that is due to Russia’s laws, the rest from my fear of him and being killed like my mother was. One day, I hope I can feel safe enough to live there. 

You may ask why I do not go home, why I still fear Russia, despite the end of the USSR and despite the removal of the law that had branded me a spy and traitor since birth. I do not go home because while my people have been given the freedom to, I still find resentment in Russia when I wear my flag.

The law is gone, but many people still consider me an imposter spy. The UNPO, bless her soul, tried to protect me from that hate when I was part of her organization, but I knew it existed. I am used to not being liked. It is simply a part of my life. I cannot stop it, so I ignore it the best I can.

As much as I talk about my lack of grief for a life of tragedy, there are some things I feel and wish that might be easier for you to understand. I wanted for so long, and now still, to be human. While it would not have saved me from the gulag, it would have saved me from the paranoid fear that has controlled my life, the fear that made it hard for me to make friends, to return home permanently, and truly live in the place I have missed.

If you know anything about my time with UNPO, you’ll know that I am not a man who speaks often, despite everything I have to say in this letter. I am not mute because of a lack of things to say; I have much I want to share, but I am mute because of the dangers of having a voice. That is why I prefer writing. I can collect my thoughts and be safe from the repercussions of having a voice. 

I don’t tell you this because I want sympathy or pity. I tell you this because I want my voice to be heard, I want my mother’s name to be remembered, I tell you this because I need you to understand. I do not want my pain to be forgotten. I do not want the stories to be left untold. 

I am happy you are willing to lend me a voice, lend Izhoria a voice, and ensure we can say our part. I feel indigenous countryhumans and our stories are often overlooked, and to know you will draw attention to such a terrible piece of history brings me some peace.

Maybe, finally, people will understand. 

I leave you with that story and the hope that everyone reading this letter will understand me a little bit more. I wish you luck on your project, and I thank you for this opportunity to speak.

Sincerely, 

The Countryhuman of the Ingrian Finns

[qsmp-a1-updates]

I wanted to do more tasks so here goes, btw I have named the little robot crow guy from earlier Update, I'm keeping them, and they're gonna be the character I use for interacting with A1 and maybe sometimes you guys. I thought of some fun character and story details about them, they're a robotic crow brought to life who is sort of an outlet of whatever canon group chat we have to talk to each other. Update automatically downloads every message sent and repeats it.

Update is not necessarily "me," just an OC I wanted to make for this project because I don't really like writing directly about myself, but I wanted to practice some light sweet writing since I haven't done that in a bit.

(Writing and lyrics below, this song had been stuck in my head all day yesterday so this was wonderful timing)

Sing to the baby a lullaby in another language.

This wouldn't be hard for Update, if they wanted to make it quick. Two days ago, they had been sent songs all day, in many different languages. All they would have to do is simply upload one, play it again, and that task would be done.

But looking at the little egg watching them curiously, Update didn't want to make it that simple. Aine had never heard music before meeting their new family, and by now they already heard every song that Update had downloaded.

Besides, Update had a new song in mind.

"Lullaby?" Update confirmed, waiting for Afon to settle down and nod to show they were ready.

After a second, Update closed their eyes and began in their own voice - electronic, but as gentle as they could make it.

"Vem kan segla förutan vind?

Vem kan ro utan åror?

Vem kan skiljas från vännen sin

utan att fälla tårar?"

Update opened one eye for a moment to see Aimée's reaction. The little egg was leaning forward slightly. They didn't place a sign - Update often spoke for themselves more through silent actions than words so Icarus often did the same for them - but Update could tell they were listening.

Update smiled and closed their eyes again to finish.

"Jag kan segla förutan vind.

Jag kan ro utan åror.

Men ej skiljas från vännen min

utan att fälla tårar."

Update opened their eyes to wrap one wing around Aili, who was looking at the ground. "You are so strong. You can do everything you ever will dream of. But you always need love too."

Update rested their beak on Anahí's head as the egg leaned into their plated wing. "So many people love you. You will always be loved."

Yes I used at least 6 different names, I choose no single name I choose all of them :) Update hears from all of you who offered names from so many different cultures, how could they just choose one for our child?

[phoenix-squad-landing]

I have been absent for a hot second but now I am back with my current obsession in the Golden Shrike comic made by @doe-prince / @goldenshrikecomic Go read their comic here! www.deviantart.com/doeprince/a…

This is the first of my new Golden Shrike OC's! This is Ilta! A red deer from the highlands, she very young, only just losing her fawn spots. Despite her age she is the largest of the "herd". Nobody knows why she's been separated from her herd, all they know is that she doesn't talk much, if at all.  regardless she is loved by her new found "herd" This is the second OC of the batch! This is Aili, the herd leader. She is a young adult fallow deer, a lowlander. She has a leucistic pelt. She is very kind and courteous, albeit very social. She left her herd willingly, wanting to see the word. There's just so much more than her territory and she wants to see it all!

The final member of the herd, this is Enni! She is a riverlander, aka a Musk deer. She is very snippy and aggressive, yet quietly protective. She acts like she hates the herd but if she does... then why does she still travel with them? She is small and feisty, a more dangerous chihuahua if you will. She has larger tusks than most and isnt afraid to use them. 

She was kicked out of her herd for being too aggressive and causing too many issues. The scar on her shoulder is from a fight she had... she won. regardless, she will give her life to protect her herd.

[sara-wishes]

And July. - 민기 - profiles 1 ☘️

☘️ Mingi x Female!Idol!Reader

☘️ And July. masterlist

☘️ now listening to: And July by HEIZE and DEAN

☘️ summary: When on her 4th comeback's backstage Y/N is unwillingly reunited with her brother, suddenly 8 boys are swept into her and her group mates' lifes. A tall boy in particular has taken a liking to Y/N and apparently, maybe... she feels the same? 

❀ lucyd:

JYPE's new girl group. They debuted on January 31st of 2018 and have been active since then. A group that focuses mostly on its lore, their music is creative and innovative, but usually on the 'calm' side. lucyd's fandom is called "wytness". The group's members include Liu Daiyu, Jung Y/N, Yun Aili, Junyi Noa, Sugawara Moriko (aka Marte) and Choi Chinseon.

➯ See more info about lucyd (!coming soon!)

❀ Jung Y/N:

lucyd's lead vocalist and centre. She is a chaotic ball of energy around friends and when in public and with strangers, closed off and introverted. Her personality resembles Wooyoung's, but after all it makes sense, since she is his older sister. Left her home and family, cutting all ties, to pursue the idol career against her parent's wishes. Has never forgiven herself for leaving Wooyoung behind. Was saved from poverty after leaving her home thanks to her best friend, Lee Minho. Owns two cats, Latte and Orion.

❀ Moriko Sugawara (aka Marte):

lucyd's lead rapper and one of the three producers of the group. Her father is japanese but her mother is italian, so she also adopted an italian name, "Marte", using it as her stage name. Loud but introverted, she loves anime over anything else. Daiyu is her best friend. Incredibly savage and sassy, tends to be oblivious and unintentionally uncommunicative. Dresses like an emo girl.

❀ Liu Daiyu:

lucyd's leader and main dancer. Born and raised in China, she moved to Korea to achive her dream of becoming a dancer. Dancing became her passion after going through some rough patches on her life. Acts like a mother to all of the girls of the group although she herself can be childish too. Marte is her best friend. Loves hitting the gym. Believes in single girl supremacy.

❀ Junyi Noa:

lucyd's 'main' visual. Loves cats over everything else (except her girlfriend, Lee Chaeryeong, who she is madly in love with). 'Hates' all men, loves all women. Really tsundere and unresponsive with her friends (and everyone in general), flirty with girls she likes. Born and raised in China, moved to Korea as an exchange student. Her and Chinseon share the custody of a siamese cat called Kimbap. Her best friend is Shin Ryujin.

❀ Yun Aili:

lucyd's main vocalist, producer (2/3), Face of the group, and all rounder. Dedicated, hard working and a studio 'rat', never leaves the company and only works. Her mother is finnish, so her parents named her 'Aili', but her father is korean. She was born and raised in Korea and has been neighbors with Kim Seungmin since forever. They are also childhood friends because of this. Her best friend is Chinseon.

❀ Choi Chinseon:

lucyd's maknae, main rapper, 'secondary' visual, lead dancer and producer 3/3. She was born and raised in Korea. Her dream had always been songwriting. Really shy with everyone new (mostly boys), loud and annoying with friends. Nicknamed the clown of the group, she loves video games. Used to be an emo girl. Crushes on people too easily.

🏷 taglist: @bbycrabcakes, @cookiechristie, @xxxquinnxxx, @brrrreee37, @many-names-yuna, @bashkins, @so-nyeon-dan, @pearltinyy, @funkydinorawr, @svenjafangirlt, @annicht, @justredpandasthings, @moonstarwitch, @caitleen, @cocoforkuroopuffs, @crustyrat335, @n-n4y3li, @alice0blog, @motherhwasnoodles, @likejay-z, @aoi-turtle, @7dilemma7, @strangemaximoff, @watamotee33, @kibs-and-bits, @milkyr4bbit, @xazucaradictax, @lukalime, @harmonized-disarray, @anew-inception. (names not on bold could not be found).

[possumsarenice]

HC alphabet!

Basically, a bunch of questions about HCs and only one of them involves romance. This is mainly made for OCs and AUs. Feel free to use! Credit is not required

A nger: How do they handle their anger?

B etter: How have they, or how would they go about bettering themselves?

C hange: How much have they changed? Is it for the better or worse?

D aily: What’s their daily routine?

E qual: How do they view other people? Do they have any prejudices?

F laws: What are their flaws

G enuine: How honest and genuine are they?

H ealth: How healthy is their lifestyle?

I nner: What’s their biggest secret?

J oke: How much do they laugh? What’s their sense of humor?

K ick: How good are they at physically fighting?

L ol: Random funny HC. 

M essy: How organized are they?

N otes: What’s their favorite type of music? Do they play any instruments?

O h no: How do they react to major screw ups?

P rotective: How protective are they of people? Possessions?

Q uest: What is their goal in life?

R egret: Do they have any regrets?

S oft: What calms them down? How are they when relaxing?

T aste: What is their favorite food? Can they cook?

U mbrella: What’s their favorite weather?

V endetta: How vengeful are they? What are they like when they try to get revenge?

W ounds: What are their wounds, physical and mental?

X oxo: How do they feel about romance?

Y awn: What are they like in the morning?

Z zz: How do they like to sleep? How good can they sleep?

[excellentfishtacos]

introducing the Deaton family!! thru their family photos + a pic of the baby bc i can't take any on the tripod LMFAOOOO. also Ricky II's portrait is outdated but fuck it

sims will be introduced from left to right. all their relationships are in relation to the head of the household!

Ricky Deaton II, Husband (Gen 6): The son of Ricky Jr. and Elizabeth Braun, he is related to one of the oldest lineages in my save. His mother encouraged hard work and taking risks, giving Ricky the strength and perseverance he needed to master piano and violin. Ricky II became a renowned musician and jazz pianist, known for hits such as "Aili's Song" and "Let's Get Squinky." Now retired, he prefers to spend his time with his family and raise them into musical prodigies.

Aili Deaton, Head of Household (Gen 8): Aili is the daughter of Daria and Wendy Szimmer. She was raised by artists and started painting as soon as her little hands could hold a brush. Her parents had humble jobs and the family seemed to be flying forward-- until her mother Daria died in a freak weather machine accident when she was just a Teen. She hit a rebellious streak after that, and started taking underground work doing forgeries and frauds for art heists. She is a master in her field and is currently teaching her daughter Messina the way of the brush.

Ricky Deaton III, Son (Gen 9): Ricky III could never decide what he wanted to do in his life. Should he follow his father's footsteps? Should he learn to paint and join the family business? Maybe he should do neither, and try to be an actor in Hollywood! It's going slow, but surely he will grow to be as famous as his great-great-great-grandmother. Maybe. Hopefully? While he tries to figure that out, he spends most of his time banging multiple women in town and accidentally having children with them because I forgot to turn that off in Neighborhood Stories.

Eliza Deaton, Heiress (Gen 9): Eliza is the very definition of a Daddy's Girl. She spent her whole life next to him on the piano bench, learning how to Jazz the Place Up and Concerto. Unknown to her family, however, she had a hidden hobby: DJ-ing! She would stay up in all hours of the night mixing songs on her DJ station. Eventually, she started sneaking out and DJ-ing at the Blue Velvet Nightclub. Nowadays, she works overtime as an onstage musician, a talented pianist dancing in the footsteps of her father. On her nights off, she still hits the stage as DJ Cool Cat, but all the work is taking her away from her duty as the heir. She needs to figure out what she's more passionate about before the household is solely in her hands.

Messina Deaton, Daughter (Gen 9): Messina Deaton is a lil miss smarty pants who graduated early and has recently been taken under her mother's wing as a fraudulent painter. However, she wants to be just a normal painter. Fraudulent painter is your dream, mom!

Wendy Deaton, Daughter (Gen 9): Wendy is a karaoke pop star and Jokester. She is destined for a life in Business so I can get the career achievement.

Maddison Deaton, Granddaughter & Next-in-Line (Gen 10): Maddison is Ricky III's daughter, her mother is the supermodel Brandy Saunders. However, Brandy's death made her incapable of being a mother, so Maddison came to stay with her father's family. The oldest of Gen 10, she is expected to take over and continue the household when she gets older.

Taylor Guo, Grandson (Gen 10): Taylor Guo is Ricky III's son and lives with his mother's family. He spends the week at the Deatons occasionally.

Ricky Deaton IV, Grandson (Gen 10): The son of Eliza Deaton! Who knows what the world has in store for him.

[lillotte17]

The Music Room

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS‼- Do Not Read unless you have completed the Dread Wolf's Regrets quest!!!!

AN: I have not finished the game, so I don't know if this will actually be part of my canon yet, but the world is currently awful and I...needed to be making something. But as I said: I have NOT finished the game yet, so if you leave a comment (pls and thank) do NOT write anything with spoilers in it!!!

Okay, on with the show!

~

Rill finds Inquisitor Lavellan sitting at the harpsichord in the music room. All of the other rooms at the Lighthouse had seemed barren when they had first started using it as their base, and even this one had apparently been used as some sort of storage space -there was an alarming amount of cheese for some reason- but the quiet here feels different in a way that is hard to quantify. Peaceful, as opposed to desolate. The light pouring through the windows is always bright in here. Always warm. The murals on the walls were still vivid when they came. Colorful and new. The most prominent one bears the symbol of the Inquisition flanked by howling wolves.

The woman contemplating it does not look like the fearsome hero who closed a hole in the sky and stopped the southern half of the world from falling into chaos, though. She looks small. And tired. And sad.

Rill clears her throat, feeling awkward.

“So. Not trying to complain or anything, but when you asked to come here, you did say that you could help by giving us insight into Solas’ history and his way of thinking and… Well. You were pretty quiet in there while we watched those memories.”

“I know,” Aili sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I’m just… I knew some of it. Bits of things he told me himself. Things I figured out…afterwards. And I knew there would be more. More I didn’t know. He’s thousands of years old, so I knew that the story of his life would be more than what he had told me, but…”

“It’s a lot.” Rill hums in agreement.

“Bit of an understatement,” Aili snorts. Her gaze drifts down, and she runs her fingers over the instrument in front of her. “…I didn’t even know he played.”

“So, tell me what you do know,” Rill says, casually plopping down onto a nearby crate, “It’s probably more helpful than you think.”

“I know… I know that he hates tea.”

“Right. Noted. Probably shouldn’t offer him any of Lucanis’ coffee either, then.” Rill grins, folding her arms across her chest.

“Probably not,” Aili agrees, returning the smile faintly. “He has a sweet tooth, though. He loves books. Loves learning. And teaching, too. He was always happy to share stories about places he had been, or spirits he had talked to. He paints beautifully. And he sketches, too. He doesn’t laugh very often, but when he does, it’s…”

She trails off, her face creased with grief and faint traces of longing.

“I’m sorry.”  She says again.

Rill shakes her head at the apology but gives her a curious look afterwards.

“You said that Solas was important to you; I’m guessing you didn’t mean that you were just really good friends?”

Aili shrugs.

“I thought that we were…something.” She glances around the room again, eyes landing on the mural of the slain dragon and the mourning wolf above it. “Now I’m not sure if even that was true.”

“Is that something he would lie about?” Rill wonders, her eyebrows ticking upwards, “Because that would be some valuable insight. He doesn’t strike me as the sort to use seduction as a manipulation tactic, but he seems comfortable twisting the truth about everything else, so…”

Aili sits for a moment in silence, frowning in consideration before finally shaking her he in the negative.

“It’s… No.” She fumbles briefly. “I know that given…given everything we’ve seen, it might be hard to believe, but… He has a kind heart. Truly. He wants to do the right thing. He believes in justice, and he wants things to be fair. He wants to help people when he sees them suffering. And he blames himself when he can’t. He just…comes to the wrong conclusions, sometimes, and he struggles to ask for help when he needs it. He… There would be no reason to -no point- in lying about his feelings for me. I was already his friend, and I took his advice seriously. He had my ear and my protection. He wouldn’t get anything out of it unless his intention was to be needlessly cruel, and…he’s not like that. He isn’t.”

“Then why were you doubting that you had something?”

“It’s…complicated.” Aili sighs. “It’s about time, I think. Or at least, part of it is. He feels things deeply. Passionately. Even if you can’t tell which words he’s telling you are true, you can always tell when something matters to him. And this place… Mythal is everywhere. In every mural. In every room. Statues. Paintings. Symbols. Everything is about her. For her. Even now. Even after taking Flemeth’s power and essentially killing her himself. His love for her, whatever shape or form it might have had, has colored every aspect of his life since the beginning of the world. And compared to that…”

She taps a single key on the harpsichord, letting out a high clear note.

“Mythal is the All-Mother. The Protecter. The bright and beguiling moon. And I…I am barely a candle flame.”

“You’re the Inquisitor. The Savior of the South. People still call you the ‘Herald of Andraste.’ You disbanded the Inquisition, and still managed to bring enough people together to hold back the darkspawn hordes while I fight the gods up here in the North. I think you might be selling yourself a bit short.” Rill says with a curl of her lips, trying to be kind.

“There will always be heroes, just as there will always be despots. I’m hardly unique in that respect.” Aili replies, striking another key. “A puny mortal striking back at false gods probably reminded him of his own past. His own struggles. Maybe that was it. Maybe there’s even something about me that made him think of Mythal. I don’t know. I don’t know what he saw in me. Or thought he saw. But look around. There are a few Inquisition symbols in this room, but beyond that… There is no trace of me in this place. Nothing he held onto. Nothing he felt was worth keeping.” 

Rill frowns. Fidgeting with her hands. Itching to pull out a blade to play with, but uncertain if the move would been seen as a threat.

“Sorry.” She offers after a few moments of silence. “I try not to talk to him very often, for obvious reasons. It’s still a bit creepy, if I’m being honest. Even if I did, though, I don’t think his romantic life would be something he’d be keen to tell me about.”

“It’s not your fault,” Aili assures her with a smile that does not reach her eyes, “He wasn’t keen to tell me either.”

“The Fade’s a funny place, though,” Rill says, gesturing at their surroundings, “I’m not always sure which bits of the things we’ve found here are from Solas, and which things we brought along ourselves. Lucanis found a book he used to read as a kid. Harding says she can smell her mom’s cooking sometimes. Neve said she can hear the sea when she wakes up in the mornings. Things like that, you know?”

The Inquisitor nods.

“Not surprising, given the nature of this place and the person who built it.” Aili says. “This was a refuge. For spirits and slaves fleeing tyranny. And for Solas himself, too. It wants to be welcoming. It wants you to feel safe.”

“It was different when we got here, though.” Rill tells her. “Bit empty. Bit sad. Lonely, almost.”

“Sounds like Solas,” Aili sighs, something close to exasperated fondness.

“This room though…” Rill sits up straighter, turning her head to glance at the sunlight painting patterns on the already painted walls. “It was always like this. It may be small and tucked away, but it’s honestly one of my favorite places in the Lighthouse. It’s always a little warmer in here. The sun’s always shining through the windows. The quiet in here feels like…comfort. Like home.”

“I feel like you’re trying to lead me somewhere, but I’m not sure where it is,” Aili chuckles.

“Well, you said it yourself, didn’t you?” Rill grins back at her, “This is the only room with Inquisition symbols in it.”

Aili blinks. Makes a face.

“There are also murals of Mythal in here. Because she’s everywhere.”

It is Rill’s turn to sigh.

“Maybe she is. Maybe he couldn’t escape from her. Maybe he never will. What she did. What she made him do. What was done to her. But the library with all his memories of her is big and dark and gloomy. And the statues of her are stiff and aloof and cold. And the little room upstairs he shoved a cot into to sleep is…just depressing, really.”

 She catches the older woman’s gaze. Holds it.

“It’s called the Lighthouse, but the beacon at the top isn’t where the light is. It’s not in some huge memorial room dedicated to Mythal. It’s here. There’s a chair with your seal on it, almost waiting for you to sit and watch him play. There’s the paintings on the walls. There’s… Look, when did this become me telling you about the Dread Wolf’s heart?”

“I have no idea,” Aili laughs in earnest this time.

“Really though, this is a good room. I like to sit and read by the windows in here sometimes. The light in here always makes be think of summer afternoons. The air has a sweetness to it, too. Something flowery. Heather, maybe. Or Lavender.”

Aili starts, her eyes going wide.

“What’s wrong?” Rill asks.

“You said it smells like lavender in here?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“It’s…the soap I use. For my hair. I always have.”

“Well, there you have it!” Rill grins in triumph. “He kept your memory here. Away from his regrets. Somewhere bright and happy. Well…as happy as Solas gets, anyway. Not too bad for a candle flame, eh?”

Aili laughs again.

“Thank you, Rook.”

[glitterandstarshine]

THESE MONSTROUS WAVES——a WIP

Ailis Lockheed has grown up on the ocean. Ten years ago, the waters began to rise, erasing the shoreline and forcing the citizens of their tiny coastal town to become isolated in houses built on stilts, rising above the waves. For ten years, the people of Terrow, South Carolina have lived been alone in a world of water.

When Ailis’ older brother Maverick spots something unusual through the lens of his telescope, it’s Ailis who convinces him to tell the leaders of their small community. Maverick thinks what he saw is something long thought impossible, so he isn’t believed—but Ailis believes him. It believes that Maverick really did something dangerous and strange.

And if those sea monsters are coming for Terrow, they’ll all need to be ready

A post-apocalyptic oceanfaring fantasy horror exploring life alone above the waters, the importance of community, and what happens when that community is threatened by eldritch deep sea beasts.

AKA—mags really likes sea monsters and the ocean!

STARRING—

Ailis (ay-lish) Lockheed, 17 years old, they/it. Ailis barely remembers the shoreline that their home was originally built on, but they hold what they do recall dear.

Maverick Lockheed, 20 years old, he/him. Ailis’ older brother. Loved outer space as a child, and as such is the only person in Terrow to own a telescope.

Devroux LaChance, 48 years old, he/they. MaryLynn Drake, 42 years old, she/her. Luka Brown, 36 years old, he/him. Community leaders in Terrow, well-respected and listened to, though the leadership is informal.

And more!

Art credit: Shipping in a Storm by Jean-Antoine Théodore Gudin

[mystique-6]

Kinktober Day 3: Exhibitionism

Summary: Ailis is having trouble sleeping. Astarion has an idea on how to fix that.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s) that I'll be getting too when I have more time or they may be standalones. Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. The first fic I am listing below. I also have posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tag Warnings: Exhibitionism, Vaginal Fingering, Mildly Dubious Consent*, Under-negotiated Kink**, Shame/Humiliation Kink

*For context: For those on the fence for whether they want to continue I am including this tag only because Ailis never verbally agrees to the act. I assure you that she is okay with it.

**For context: They negotiate the kink after the act, but obviously that should have been discussed in advance.

Additional Note: This fic involves Spawn Astarion.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

Ailis blinked awake and stared at the ceiling as she internally screamed in frustration.  This was the third time she’d woken up tonight.  She was exhausted, but sleep alluded her.  Now that her group was in Baldur’s Gate, they were so close to being freed of their tadpoles it was all she could think about.  How they were going to defeat the Absolute?  What would happen if they lost?  What would happen if they won?  What would she do with her life when this was all over?  All these thoughts consumed her mind and kept her awake.

She let out a quiet sign and rolled over onto her side so she faced the room.  It was more a suite than a room.  With the group being in enemy territory, they’d all agreed they felt safer staying together, rather than having separate rooms.  They’d lucked out on finding this inn.  This suite had enough beds for all of them.  No one had to share or trade for a bed every other night, though more often than not she shared her bed with Astarion.

As if her thoughts of him alerted him to her wakefulness, his arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and he pulled her back against his torse.  “Can’t sleep, darling?” he murmured in her ear.

“Too much on my mind,” she whispered, snuggling further into his embrace.

“Poor love,” Astarion replied and kissed her cheek.  “I think I know what will help you sleep.”

“Mmm?  And what’s…” she cut off with a gasp when Astarion’s hand dipped into her small clothes and traced along the seam of her.  “Are you crazy?!  We can’t…” She gasped again when he brushed over her clit.

“Feel good, love?” Astarion asked, rubbing tiny but persistent circles over her clit.

“Astarion,” she hissed, fighting back a moan.  “We are not alone.”

“Hmm, so you’ll have to be quiet,” Astarion hummed.  “You can be quiet for me, can’t you?  You’ll be a good girl?”  Ailis whimpered as he slipped two digits in her.  “You’ll have to be quieter than that, love.  You don’t want to wake our friends.”

“Astarion, we shouldn’t…we can’t…”  She let out a silent gasp as his fingers curled inside her cunt at the same time he applied more pressure to her clit.  “Oh gods!”  She gave up protesting and thrust her hips into his touch, fucking herself on his fingers.  He rubbed tighter circles over her, applying more pressure every time she thrust into his hand.  She turned her face into her pillow, trying to bury her gasps and moans she couldn’t help but let out.

“What a poor show of control,” Astarion chided.  “How do you think our friends will feel if they wake up to your noise?  What would they think if they found out how depraved the leader of our pack is?”  Ailis whimpered and her cheeks flushed at the thought of being caught.  She couldn’t stop herself from continuing to thrust her hips into his touch.  Her pace picked up as she began to flutter around the digits pumping inside her.

“What would they think if the discovered how filthy you are?”  Astarion murmured in her ear.  “Do you think they would still follow you, if they knew what a bad girl you are?”  His words and a final increase of pressure on her clit finally sent her over the edge.  She bit into the pillow to stop from screaming as her release came over her in waves of pleasure that sent her mind drifting.  As she slowly came back to herself, she felt Astarion pressing gentle kisses to her neck and shoulders.  She smiled contently for a moment, but tensed when she heard one of their companions shift restlessly in their bed and make a disgruntled noise.

“Don’t worry, love,” Astarion whispered.  “No one is awake.  I would have known if anyone had woken up for that display.”  She suddenly remembered his vampiric senses.  He would have known if one of their companions had awoken at any moment of their carnal display.  She also realized what he hadn’t said.  If someone had woken up to the sound of her arousal, he would have stopped.  He never would have put her on display.  She relaxed back against him.  He then turned her over so she faced him and then rolled them both so he was on his back and she laid across his chest.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face.  “Did I go too far, darling?” he asked.  “Was that too much?” 

She thought about it for a moment and shook her head.  “No,” she replied.  “I enjoyed it.  I think I would prefer if we discussed doing something like this beforehand though.  For next time.”

Astarion smiled.  “That’s easily arrangeable.”  He kissed her gently.  She interrupted the kiss with a yawn and he laughed.  “Get some sleep now, Ailis.”  She hummed in acknowledgement.  She slept soundly through the rest of the night.

[wuornosblog]

5-23-92 pt.2

What the hell do you think your doing to my brother Keith Wuornos . . . And I was yellin. But I didnt care. He said. I’m sorry that your brother has caught this disease. And we were trying all kinds of experiments to save his life. Bullshit I said. He’s already explained the genuee pig jazz to me. Go on in there, as I was pointing to his room. And tell him he’s dying. Man! You fucking bastard. I hope we get a chance to sue the fuck outta you. And turned around and walked off. When I got back to the room. Keith heard everything. But he didnt bicker on it. So he was glad I knew then that I told an army personnel off. ha ha ha! . . . He said I know how you getting your money Aili. I know your husseling. And I want you to stop it. I’m leaving you. . . 10,000 dollars in a benneficary. I said I wont take it Keith. I dont want your money . . . I just want you to live . . . Anyway I stayed three days visiting him. He said I was the only one who’d come to see him in nearly 8 months now. This broke my heart. So I told him. I’d come more often. When I could. Four months later when I was really doing good hooking, wanting to rent out an apartment in San Francisco so I could be near him. They transferred him then to Ann Arbor medical center. Screwing up my plans. So I hitched from Florida . . . now. Ducky, I think you, and others where dropping in. So I didnt have to worry about his spirits as much . . . I just thought I’d lay this story on you. Many many of them. I bet you’ve got alot of them too. So you see that’s why I’m writing so much. old friend! OK Gotta Go Love Lee